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#tony: you loved him. the person we're looking for is your boyfriend
lovewithmary · 7 months
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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series
★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ note: idek why i like creating stark ocs, but it’s fun. This is purely for my own entertainment but I don't know if I'll continue it. It depends if people actually want to see more of this. (realistically, I might continue it because I want to see it lol) btw how do people do the subtitles?? like I'm so curious I want to do those
schat = darling in dutch
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user1: MY WIFE IS IN A RELATIONSHIP???
user2: she’s actually living the life rn
user3: SCHAT??? ANG???
user4: the random tony stark jumpscare in the photo dump LMAOOOO
user5: who is the guy with tony stark in the 7th photo?? ↳ user6: i’m pretty sure that’s peter parker, an employee of stark industries??? he’s started out as an intern in high school but he’s rumored to be the COO once evie becomes CEO of stark industries
user7: WHO TOOK THE 2ND PICTURE
user8: not the single guys from the f1 grid in her likes 😭😭
user9: THE WOMAN IN THE BACK IN THE 7TH PICTURE IM CRYING
user10: the first and second picture giving me 'boyfriend took these for me' vibes
user11: she looks so pretty and happy in the 4th picture <3
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"You're playing with fire by posting our text messages, Ang," Max said, his voice shushed as he walked around the paddock.
"It's fine, Maxie. They'll probably connect me to a random famous person who is Dutch and then it'll blow over in a week," Evie dismissed.
"It doesn't really help that the guys are in your likes constantly," Max grumbled, and he heard Evie laugh.
"Some of them are pretty cute, and I think some even tried messaging me but I never saw them until it was late," she responded.
"Who?"
"Aww, Maxie, are you jealous?" Evie cooed, her tone sweet yet mocking at the same time.
"No... I just never expected them to be brave enough to message you," Max said.
"If you must know, I think it was Charles and Lando who tried. There are probably others, but I haven't seen them,"
"Did you respond to any of them?"
"Of course not, I'm loyal to you and only you,"
"Schat..."
"I know, I know, you wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole like that," Max could practically hear her rolling her eyes.
"You know we're just best friends, right?"
"And I'm saying I'm loyal to you and only you as a best friend."
"Are you doing anything soon?" Max was quick to change the subject, feeling as if he didn't, awkwardness would settle in and he hates it whenever Evie doesn't speak since he's fully aware that he loves hearing her talk considering how passionate she gets about things.
"Stark Industries' Gala is happening and Pepper's making me get a date for the event,"
"Why's she making you?"
"Something along the lines of I have to be seen with someone that isn't MJ, Peter, Ned, and Shuri," Evie sighed.
Max laughed at her situation, knowing that while Evie knew a lot of people, there were only a few that she could trust completely. And luckily for him, he was one of them. He was probably the first, considering they've known each other since she was 6 and he was 8.
"Good luck trying to find someone,"
"It's not even trying to find someone I'm struggling with. It's trying to find someone that's decent enough to spend my night with,"
"Who were you going to ask?"
"Well, I was going to ask you, but since we're best friends I don't think me bringing you as my date to the SI event would be something best friends do,"
"I'll go," Max said, shrugging.
"Wait, seriously? Like you going means you actually have to dress up,"
"I know,"
"The dress code is black tie. That means you can't wear your Redbull uniform like you're a walking billboard,"
"Do I really wear it that much? I saw people that were shocked when I wore a white t-shirt,"
"You're a millionaire who wears the same thing every day. So basically, every millionaire man,"
"I'm going to wear Redbull head to toe to the Gala now that you said that,"
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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year
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Better Boyfriend
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: Natasha has been in love with you for years. The only thing preventing her from being with you is your toxic boyfriend, but she knows she can treat you better.
Word Count: 1,477
TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic Abuse
Stark!Reader
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Second Person POV:
Arguments between couples are normal, but these were far from the normal couple arguments. He would get mad when food wasn't cooked for him, when you stayed out too late, and especially when you didn't tell him every detail of where you were going.
This would result in verbal and even physical abuse from him. Whether it was calling you lazy, or pulling your hair and slapping you across the face, he would turn around 30 minutes later and tell you how sorry he was and how much he loved you. And you found ways to believe and forgive him because you thought you loved him too.
Your dad, Tony Stark, was skeptical about Hayden. He knew that something was off because you're his daughter and he pays attention to your body language and facial expressions whenever you're around Hayden. But he didn't know the extent of what was happening, so he kept it to himself.
You weren't technically an avenger like your dad, but the team considered you one because you were an inventor like he was, so you spent a lot of time at the compound making contraptions and technology that could benefit the team during missions.
During the time you spent at the compound, you've grown close with the whole team. Clint, Bruce, Thor, and Steve being uncle-figures to you. While Wanda, Natasha, Kate, and Yelena were your best friends. They all thought of you like family and they loved you so much.
Which is why you were currently sitting in the living room, participating in game night with the team to celebrate Kate's first mission as an official avenger.
Your POV:
"Oh come on that's not allowed!" Thor yelled as Peter just 'won' the game.
"You're just jealous that you lost so you don't get to choose the movie for the next movie night." Peter bragged as he relaxed back into the couch with his hands folded behind his head, feeling accomplished.
"We're not jealous, we just don't wanna watch another Star Wars movie for fourth time this month." Kate said as she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah no I swear we've seen like every single one at this point." I agreed as everyone laughed.
My phone then started to blow up with notifications as their conversation about Star Wars continued. I flipped my phone over to look at the screen to see who was texting me. It was Hayden.
"Where the hell are you?!"
"You didn't tell me you left Y/N."
"I want you home right fucking now. I did not say that you could leave."
Were only some of the messages he was sending me. I clicked my phone off and turned it back over, trying to ignore the dings hoping that he would eventually stop.
"Wow sounds like someone really wants to talk to you." Wanda said from next to me.
I just gave her a quick small smile and looked down as the notifications kept coming.
"Are you gonna answer them?" she asked.
"I will later, it's probably just one of my friends. They'll be fine." I told her hoping that she'll just let it go.
That was until my phone started ringing, indicating an incoming call. I knew at that point, there was no letting this go. I picked up my phone and walked into a different room as I answered the call from Hayden.
Wanda's POV:
I could see Y/N's face visibly drop when her phone started ringing. She even looked a little nervous as she got up and left the room.
"Hey Nat have you noticed how odd Y/N's been acting recently?" I asked her as she was sitting beside me.
I knew that Natasha liked Y/N more than friend. She has ever since they met almost 4 years ago. So she was heartbroken when Y/N introduced us to her boyfriend. There were times when Natasha would sit in my room late at night ranting to me about her love for her and I would just listen.
"Have I noticed? How has it taken you this long for you to notice?" she responded.
"I mean I've noticed it before, but I thought it was just me. This is the first time I've brought it up to someone." I told her.
"Almost a month after she started dating that douchebag of hers is when it started." she said with certainty.
I'm not surprised that she knows that because for one, she's a former spy. And two, she's been in love with that girl for 4 years, so she pays a lot of attention to her.
"Do you think if we asked her about it she would talk to us?" I asked her.
"Probably not. If it really does have something to do with Hayden, then she won't want to bring us into it." she said and I nodded understandingly.
Just as she finished her sentence, Y/N came back into the room and started reaching for her shoes to put on. Both Natasha and I could tell she was crying even thought she was looking down and trying to wipe the tears away.
"Y/N are you okay? What happened?" Natasha quietly asked her so she didn't draw any attention to us.
She looked at us as she wiped her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine I just have to go. Hayden wants me home." she said.
Nat and I looked at each other knowing that there's more to the story.
"Actually can we talk to you real quick, before you go." I asked her trying to get her to stay and talk to us about what she's going through.
"Guys I really-" she started but Natasha interrupted her.
"Y/N, please." she pleaded.
She looked down at her phone before looking back up at us, nodding her head.
We all stood up and walked into kitchen. Nat placed a comforting hand on Y/N's back, leading the way.
We sat her down in a chair and thought about how to we should approach this for a few seconds.
"Is everything okay. You know, with you and Hayden." Natasha asked her.
"Yeah everything's great." she quietly said with a small smile that we both knew was fake.
"We only ask because we've noticed you've been acting off recently." I added.
"Really guys I-I'm fine. Can I go now. I really need to get home." her voice was wavering and we could tell she was nervous.
"Y/N if you need help you can tell us. Whatever it is we'll help you." I said.
"I don't need help, I need to leave before-" she started, but interrupted herself.
"Before what?" I asked, but she stayed silent like she was trying to come to with something to say, but couldn't.
"Y/N is Hayden hurting you." Natasha asked, tired of beating around the bush and seeing Y/N so unlike herself.
"What?! No, no he would never. I-I mean sure he gets mad sometimes a-and we argue b-but-" she stopped and looked at us knowing that we weren't buying any of it.
"That's a ton of bullshit. I know he hurts you. Y/N, every time you're around him when you're with us you look just flat out scared. And this makeup-" she started as she leaned forward and wiped her thumb under Y/N's eye, smearing the makeup and partially revealing a bruise under her eye.
"I know you might have hid it well from some people but I care about you Y/N, okay. I notice when something wrong and there was no hiding that from me." she told her softly as her voice started to shake like she was about to cry from seeing the girl she loves like this.
Y/N was at a loss for words. We knew she was scared, but we could only help her if she let us.
"Let us help you, let me help you." Natasha pleaded to her.
"I'm fine and I can help myself." she said, holding back tears as she got up to grab her bag and tried to walk out of the door, but Natasha stopped her before she could.
"Y/N wait-" Natasha said as she grabbed Y/N's arm which made her flinch.
"I- Y/N...You know I would never do that to you-" Natasha told her, speechless yet softly.
"I'm sorry." Y/N said as she turned around to open the door and leave, leaving Nat standing there in shock.
Part 2 coming soon...
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nicoline1998enilocin · 8 months
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Yours, Forever | Chapter 16
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PAIRING | Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 3.2K
SUMMARY | Everyone gets invited to visit Sam's sister in Louisiana, and you and Bucky use this opportunity to get engaged. The road to the engagement goes smoothly and when you manage to catch your amazing super soldier off guard, your mood can't get any better.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light angst, smut [ Lazy morning sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!, cum on stomach), some Dutch is spoken and translated, mention of a parent who passed away.
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You still remember the invitation like yesterday, even though it has been a while. Since then, there is nothing else you could think about other than Bucky, and you plan on proposing to him in Louisiana.
The first thing you did at that moment? Turn to your best friend for help, of course. He's been supportive after seeing how happy Bucky makes you, so it was a no-brainer to help you.
''Tony?'' you ask as you walk into his lab, knowing that's where you would most likely find him, and you were right.
''I'm over here, Honey,'' he says, and when you spot him, you slowly walk over so as not to disturb him.
''How's my favorite person doing?'' you ask, earning yourself a chuckle.
''I thought Bucky was your favorite person now! But I'll take what I can get,'' Tony replies, turning to you for a hug. You gladly melt into his arms because his hugs are one of your favorite things.
''So, there's something I want to talk to you about, actually,'' you start, and immediately you're getting nervous.
''Alright, let me finish this up, and afterward, I'm all yours,'' he says as he turns back to his Iron Man helmet.
You walk around the lab for what feels like an eternity, and your palms are getting increasingly sweatier with the minute.
''Yes, I'm ready!'' he says, pulling out two chairs, one for himself and one for you to sit on. When you sit down, you immediately pull your knees to your chest to make yourself feel more comfortable.
''So, I, uh, I'm not sure how to ask this, but... I would like you to help me pick an engagement ring because I've been considering proposing to Bucky for a while. We've talked about it and would love to get married, so I thought I'd be the one to propose to him,'' you say with a deep blush on your cheeks.
''When do you plan on proposing?'' he asked, a big smile on his face.
''Well, we're all invited for a week at Sarah's in Louisiana, so I was planning on proposing that week, but I'd still have to talk about it to Sarah as well,'' you tell him, with an equally big smile.
''I can't believe it, I'm so happy for you! And, of course, I would be honored to help you pick something out, as long as you let me pay for the ring,'' Tony says.
''Really? You know I can pay for it myself, right?'' you tell him, knowing he won't let you do it.
''I know, but since you're asking for my help, I want to give it to you by paying for the start of the rest of your lives together,'' Tony says, and you jump up from your chair and pull him into a hug.
''Am I interrupting something?'' you hear Bucky say as he walks in looking for you.
''No, don't worry,'' you say as you let go of Tony and walk over to Bucky, and you capture his lips in a sweet kiss.
''I wasn't worried, but we do need to go now if we still want to make it to our reservation,'' he tells you, and you say goodbye to Tony before heading out.
About a week later, you find yourself in a jewelry store with Tony, looking at engagement rings for Bucky. It doesn't take long for you to spot the perfect ring, and the man behind the counter puts it in a gorgeous black velvet box.
Now, all there is to do is propose and hope he will say yes to spending the rest of your lives with each other.
About a week before you were going to Louisiana, you pulled Sam aside to get into contact with Sarah. ''Sam? Can I talk to you in private for a few minutes?'' you ask, and he hums in response.
You walk outside and make some small talk before getting to the topic as the two of you sit outside on a bench, enjoying the sun.
''So, I want you to contact Sarah because I need to run something past her. I'm planning on proposing to Bucky when we're there next week, and I want to make it perfect, so I need her help to do that,'' you tell him, and he looks at you with the proudest look you've ever seen.
''Are you for real right now? You're going to propose to him? It makes sense; nothing in your relationship has ever been conventional, and this would be perfect. I'll call her tonight and keep you posted, okay?'' he says before pulling you into a big hug, and the two of you walk inside, making some more small talk to not seem suspicious.
The rest of the week, you were getting increasingly nervous, and Tony and Sam kept telling you to calm down and that it would be okay, but it wasn't as easy as you thought.
Bucky is different than the type of person who likes surprises, so you plan to keep it small, which is more challenging than anticipated. You've run a thousand ideas through your head, and nothing seems right, so when you get the all-clear from Sam that Sarah's okay with it, you could start planning something.
A few days before the trip, you're already packing the suitcases for yourself and Bucky when you suddenly hear Bucky gasp in the other room, and your heart sinks to your stomach.
You quickly rush to the bedroom, ready to explain why there's a ring in your suitcase, when you see Bucky standing with a set of black and yellow lingerie you've bought especially for the trip. You let out a small sigh of relief when you see the fabric in his hands.
''How long were you going to keep this from me?'' he asks as he turns around, showing you the panties.
''Who knows, maybe I would have kept it until the last day to surprise you with it then,'' you tease him, and he smiles.
''Hm, I can't wait to see you wear this, but now I need to see what you're hiding from me at this moment,'' he says as he starts undressing you and placing small kisses all over your naked skin.
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The morning of your proposal is here, and you're more nervous about this than you've ever been for anything in your entire life. However, you and Bucky are starting the day in the most fantastic way possible.
You've been in Louisiana for a few days, and you and Bucky have been slowly adjusting to a new routine here, which includes the most excellent, softest, and laziest morning sex that makes you feel so loved and cherished.
The sex between you and Bucky has never been near vanilla, but the soft, slow sex to wake up in the morning has to be one of your favorite things of this trip, and you are relishing every last second of it.
Right now, you're lying against Bucky, his chest tightly against your back as he softly kisses your neck and shoulders to wake you up.
You stretch out and wiggle your butt against Bucky, feeling exactly how hard he is, but you know you're practically soaking through your panties as he keeps kissing you.
''Morning, doll,'' Bucky says as you turn around, and Bucky climbs on top of you, locking his lips perfectly with yours before swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for access.
''Bucky...'' you moan softly as he breaks apart enough to pull his underwear down and your panties.
He slides home in one smooth thrust and stays like that for a little while as the two of you keep kissing and enjoying each other's bodies by exploring with featherlight touches.
When he starts moving, you let out the softest moan, and Bucky can't help but smile against your lips as pleasure courses through your veins.
The slow, loving pace sets your entire insides on fire with pleasure, and in your mind, the missionary position has never felt this good. He changes his position and folds your leg further back while sitting on his heels so he can look precisely where he slides in and out of you, making Bucky even harder than he already was.
The slow pace has made way for a slightly faster pace, not enough to push you over the edge yet. He's made sure to keep you exactly where you are for as long as possible, and the smug look on his face shows you exactly that.
Soft moans tumble from your lips each time he thrusts into you, and you're suddenly very startled and quickly pulled from your bliss when you hear your bedroom opening and Steve walking in.
''Y/N? Bucky? Are you awake?'' Steve asks, but he quickly stops as he hears your shriek, unable to look away from the sight before him.
''STEVE! GET THE FUCK OUT!'' you scream; meanwhile, Bucky doesn't even think about stopping what he's doing as he's too wrapped up in his pleasure.
''I, uh- sorry!'' he says as he turns bright red and turns around, pulling the door shut behind him with a loud thud.
You can't help but laugh at him, which is quickly replaced with a few louder moans as his hands move to your nipples, which he squeezes and tugs in par with his thrusts.
Once your attention is fully back on Bucky, he continues his slow movements to get you right to the edge, and once he knows you're there, his fingers move to your very sensitive clit. With subtle motions, you fall over the border into one of the best orgasms he manages to drag out for several minutes.
When you're done, it doesn't take long for him to reach his orgasm, and he pulls out, stroking himself; his cum shoots over your mound and stomach before he leans over and captures your lips in a deep kiss.
You two stay like that for a little while longer before getting up to shower, and it is a shower filled with nothing but love and kisses everywhere.
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''Come on, let's make some pancakes for everyone,'' you say as you walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. You slipped on a pair of panties and one of Bucky's shirts, not minding who sees since you're very comfortable around everyone nowadays.
Bucky grabs the ingredients for the pancakes, and while he's mixing the batter, you're setting the table with plates, cutlery, and every topping you can find.
Sam wolf-whistles as he walks down the stairs and sees you and Bucky in the kitchen standing close to each other, and you just let out a laugh.
''Morning', love birds! I heard the two of you got interrupted earlier,'' he says, and your cheeks turn a deep red color. Bucky laughs loudly.
''Yeah, you could say that. I don't think he'll look at us the same way ever again,'' Bucky jokes when Steve and his fiancée Lucas walk into the kitchen.
''Speak of the devil!'' Sam says, and as soon as Steve spots you and Bucky, his cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red, and he turns around to hide his face in Lucas' neck.
The rest of the morning is spent making jokes, feeding everyone pancakes, and enjoying time with each other.
When breakfast was over, you got dressed in a dark red floral maxi dress, and you went to the farmers market to pick up some plums for Bucky and some other groceries for Sarah and the others.
''Wow, you look gorgeous!'' Bucky says as you emerge from the bathroom where you finished your hair. You decided against wearing make-up since you plan to swim later.
In the afternoon, everyone is either swimming, sunbathing, or doing other fun stuff in or around the water, and you take the opportunity to show off your new mint green and orange bikini to Bucky, which you got just for this occasion.
''Jesus, doll, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?'' he says as he pulls you on top of him, getting caught up in a heavy make-out session not long after.
When it is time for dinner, you and Bucky run upstairs and lock yourself in your shared bedroom after the steamy make-out session, and he proceeds to fuck the living daylight out of you.
The moans and shouts carry throughout the house, but neither of you cares anymore; all you need is to be close to each other, filled by Bucky, and not think about anything else.
You almost let it slip at that moment that you will propose to him.
''Bucky, m-'' is all you get out before his lips capture yours as he pounds into you, coaxing you both into an orgasm, but this time he shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside you while he rides out both your orgasms.
''Fuck, I love you so much, doll,'' he says as he's catching his breath after your quickie.
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Dinner went smoothly with all the Avengers, though you got some pointed looks and comments before going out.
''So, you two were having fun, huh?'' Tony whispers in your ear when you both walk out the door, and you smack his chest as a response.
You excuse yourself for a little while after asking Sam to keep Bucky busy for about 20 minutes, and he happily does, seeing how he knows what's coming.
In those 20 minutes, you put 20 candles in two neat rows on the side of the dock you're standing on, leading to the end, where you're planning to go on one knee for Bucky.
A small speaker is playing soft jazz music, and the ring is ready to be proposed, so you text Sam to please send Bucky outside to the dock.
Bucky walks out the door and walks over to the dock, exactly like Sam told him to do, and when he sees you standing at the end of the candles, he starts to tear up a little at the sight in front of him.
He walks over to you, and you step aside so he can stand before you, ready for you to take his hands on yours. You're barely holding it together, but you're trying your hardest.
''Bucky, sweet, amazing, adorable, handsome, gorgeous, loving Bucky. You're the best boyfriend I could have ever wished for, and even though we went through literal hell and back together, I would not have changed it for the life of me,'' you start off the proposal.
''You've changed me for the better, and I know you've changed too, and I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of how far we've gotten, individually and together. And I would love to continue this journey with you by my side.
''When I think of growing old with someone, all I picture is you by my side. Friends, kids, pets, the whole nine yards, but most of all, I see you by my side. Today, I want to mark as the beginning of the rest of our lives,'' you say, wiping away tears from your face, and Bucky does the same with his.
You sit down on one knee after getting the black velvet ring box. ''James Buchanan Barnes, will you do me the honor of sharing the rest of our lives and marry me?'' you say, and you open the ring box, showing him the ring that matches his Vibranium arm.
''Yes! I would love nothing more than growing old with you, doll,'' he says, and you get up, your lips clashing together as you hear the rest of them shouting and whistling on their fingers in congratulations. You slip the ring on Bucky's finger, and you're still in disbelief that you did it. You're going to be the future, Mrs. Barnes.
Bucky grabbed your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours as the two of you walked over to your friends, and before you knew it, Nat, Wanda, and Pepper were all hanging around your neck, crying after the beautiful proposal.
After that are all the guys, and Tony holds you just a little longer. ''I'm so proud of everything you've done to get to this point. You deserve nothing but the best. But there's one more surprise for you tonight,'' he says before stepping aside.
There's the one person you wished would have been there, and to see him stand in front of you is enough to have you sink on your knees, crying uncontrollably at the relief you're feeling. Your Dad witnessed your entire proposal, and you're nothing short of grateful.
''Papa! Ik kan niet geloven dat je er bent!'' (Dad! I can't believe you are here!) you say as you fall into his arms, still sobbing while he does the same.
''Je hebt het verdiend, Y/N. Na alles wat er is gebeurd is dit wat je hebt verdiend. En ik weet zeker dat Mama van boven mee heeft gekeken,'' (You have earned it, Y/N. After everything that has happened, this is what you deserve. And I'm sure Mom has watched from above.) he says, making you cry even harder.
Bucky walks up to you and softly rubs soothing circles on your lower back. He knows how much you miss your Mom; she would have moved heaven and earth to be here today.
When you've calmed down a little, your Dad congratulates Bucky by pulling him into a long hug, saying how proud he is of him and how happy he is for the two of you.
''Take good care of her, okay? I won't always be there for her, so you need to ensure she's doing well. She deserves nothing but the best, and I know you can give it to her,'' he says, and Bucky nods.
''I promise, Will. I promise I will treat her like the Queen she is,'' Bucky says, and with that, all of you are ready for a night of dancing, laughter, and love.
When it is time for the song Endlessly by Amaranthe, Bucky pulls you into the middle of the large circle everyone created, as they are all standing around the two of you holding hands.
You and Bucky dance like it's something you've always done like it's natural. And for the two of you, it is second nature. Bucky's hand moves up to your cheek, and you look into each other's eyes before closing the distance and sharing a soft kiss that feels like it lasts for an eternity.
''I love you, Bucky,'' you say when you pull away.
''I love you more, Y/N. More than I'll ever be able to tell you, but I promise to show you every single day from here on out how much I love you. And I want you to know that I'll be yours, forever,'' he says before locking lips again and slowly dancing with you.
Right now, nothing has ever felt more right. Life feels complete with all the people around you in the arms of the love of your life. This is a day never to forget, and you can't wait to tell your kids about it one day.
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muddyorbsblr · 2 years
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a heart like yours part 1: the mission
Summary: You're on a mission with Steve, Wanda, Natasha, and Loki to apprehend a healer who's been performing extreme acts of vigilante justice. Your altercation with her makes your life take a turn for the worst.
Pairing: Steve x Reader; Loki x Reader (eventually)
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: cringe bf Steve and his god-awful nickname for you, childish petty jealous bf Steve, angst [let me know if i missed anything!]
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"Hold on, so why are you going on this mission with the rest of them? And Romanoff, too?" Tony asked Steve, who was currently briefing the entire team on the mission that would start in the morning. "I mean okay I understand Rock of Ages and Maximoff because they have magic that can fight against this…what does she call herself again? The Sin Healer? Can I just say? Terrible name." 
"Craptastic," you butted in, leading Tony to bump fists with you. 
"And you," Tony pointed your way. "I understand you going. You speak the language like a local. But your boyfriend here?" He pointed at Rogers. "And Romanoff?" He pointed Nat's way. "I don't get it. You're better off replacing yourself with Thor on this one, Capsicle." 
"I can assure you that I can keep Lady Y/N safe, Steven," Thor spoke from his chair, munching on a pop tart and effectively getting crumbs everywhere. It was a godsend that the staff were so efficient in the tower or else he would've caused an ant problem years ago. "You have my word that between my brother and I, we'll bring her back in one piece for you. Isn't that right, Loki?" 
"That is correct, Brother. What ever magic this Sin Healer wields, I should be able to deflect it with no issue. I will stay close to Y/N and ensure that she will not be in any grave danger." He gave you a soft smile that you couldn't help but return, causing Steve to let out a barely audible groan. Despite all your reassurances throughout the eight months that you'd been together, Steve still maintained quite the sour attitude when it came to Loki's very obvious soft spot for you.
You were the only one that he didn't speak to with an air of superiority, as if he was looking down on you, as if he saw you as someone with an inferior mind. And you were also the only one who didn't treat him like he was a time bomb set to go off if you so much as breathed wrong around him. 
That, and he called you by your first name. With the exception of his brother, Loki only ever called everyone by their last names. 
The thought of him protecting you grated on Steve's nerves something bad, and he'd never tell you, but that was the only reason he assigned himself on this mission. It was no secret to him that you liked the god, perhaps even held a tiny crush on him when he moved into the Tower two years ago, something that you'd never admit to so he never bothered asking you. 
But what was also no secret to him that was for some reason completely oblivious to you, was that the god had feelings for you. Maybe even loved you. 
Despite what the rest of the team might think, he wasn't some naive old-fashioned "howdy how do you do ma'am" rootin' tootin' naive boy from the 40s anymore. He put in the effort to adjust and understand the world around him. And that included the cues that anyone displayed, human and god alike, when they were hiding their feelings. 
"I will go and I will stay close to Y/N," he insisted, reaching over and weaving his fingers through yours. "We're gonna be fine, babe." He really said it more to himself than to you, but it got you to send that smile his way, and that was enough. "Natasha and I are joining this mission because the Sin Healer can turn people into her own personal puppets and with the power she's been displaying, she might have a troop at her disposal. Those who aren't going will stay in the Tower on comms to assist remotely. As for the rest of us? We leave at 0500 hours." 
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You barely slept that night, thinking about various strategies that you could employ to weave your way through the crowd and smoke out the Sin Healer.
Honestly the biggest atrocity at the moment was that sad excuse for a villain name. If she wanted to sound menacing she shouldn’t have tried to sound like she was Christ Incarnate—
"Y/N, Couchie, go to sleep, I'm begging you. I can hear the wheels in your head turning," Steve grumbled, throwing his arm around you and spooning you. "We have 12 hours to battle plan on the jet, and I don't want you falling asleep mid-flight again. Last time you nearly split your brow on Laufeyson's armor."
You groaned at the memory. No one wanted to take the seat next to him, still acting like he was two steps away from throwing them out the emergency exit doors mid-air, so you parked yourself in the vacant seat, much to your boyfriend's panic and dismay. Next thing you knew,  you were waking up with the raven-haired god holding you in a gentle and cautious embrace, one hand supporting your head, and your faces inches from one another. 
Naturally, you righted yourselves within seconds and pretended nothing happened. Really, nothing did. But it did paint quite the suspicious picture to anybody looking at it from an outsider's perspective. It definitely caused quite the argument between you and Steve the minute you entered your apartment in the tower, with him asking you point blank if anything was going on between you and the Asgardian. 
You two nearly broke up that night. Had it not been for Steve apologizing hours after he stormed out of your place, telling you that Loki himself had approached him and explained that he only held you like that because when the jet hit some turbulence, your head had swayed so dangerously close to the metal adorning his armor and he didn't want you slicing your face open on it.
"I'll just make sure I don't fall asleep next to Loki then," you retorted. 
"Just try to sleep, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 
You tried. You failed. Something in you had a niggling feeling that this mission would end badly for at least one of the members of the team. 
And a large part of you felt so conflicted because instead of worrying about the well-being of yourself or your lover, or even your friends Nat and Wanda. No. Instead you found yourself foolishly worrying about undoubtedly the most powerful person on this mission. The thousand-something year old god who could probably perform this mission in his sleep, the one who didn't need worrying over. 
That silent unnecessary worrying was what led to where you were now, head leaned back against the wall of the Quinjet, strapped in as secure as can be (maybe a touch too tight for comfort) thanks to your overly cautious boyfriend, trying desperately to catch some winks while you and Steve waited for the rest of the team to board. 
"I told you to sleep earlier," he gloated in a tone similar to that borderline annoying 'more superior than thou' tone that he used in that star-spangled PSA. 
You felt someone occupy the seat next to you. "Hey, Couchie." You groaned at Nat's teasing. Everyone who knew the nickname Steve had taken to calling you had their opinion on it. It was atrocious. And you had to agree. 
Unfortunately he insisted that the name would stick, continually using it with his soft voice and puppy dog eyes. He said that he came up with the name because as a kid he always preferred to sleep on the couch because it was the more comfortable than his own bed, so couches were a haven for him, a place that reminded him of safety. Security. Home. "That's how I feel with you. So I guess you're stuck with it," he explained back then with a sweet smile on his face. 
And stuck with it you were. As cute as the backstory was for it, the only thing you held on to was he liked to fall asleep on couches. So did that mean that I bring him to sleep? you thought to yourself once. You didn't know whether to be flattered or offended. 
"You wanna use my shoulder as a pillow or should I empty my seat so that Laufeyson can stay here instead?" Your eyes shot open to glare daggers at the master assassin, who had a smirk on her face as she stared at you right back. "He even stashed the metal on his suit to wear later when we actually land. Pretty sure he did that for you." 
You groaned again. A few months after Loki moved into the tower, you had a few too many drinks with her and Wanda, letting slip that you found the god "devastating infuriating panty-dropping levels of attractive". They relentlessly teased you now every opportunity they had, and that incident with you falling asleep on him was just the cherry on top.
But what really fueled their jokes was something unknown to you. Shortly after you started dating Steve, the two women had stumbled upon the god asleep in the library and Wanda had the devious idea to try reading his mind. He was dreaming of you, dancing with you and whispering confessions of undying love in your ear. She immediately exited his mind after, and told Natasha everything she saw. 
Natasha stood up and vacated the seat next to you right as Loki stepped into the Quinjet, signaling to the empty seat with her eyes which caused the god to look at her with a confused suspicion. She hid her smile as he took her cue and strapped himself in beside your sleeping form, taking her seat beside Steve, who was now visibly seething at the sight of his girlfriend once again dozing next to the god of mischief. 
"You could've stayed there, instead," he grumbled at his friend. "You and Wanda could've flanked her."
"Flanked who?" Wanda asked as she took the seat beside Natasha. One look in your direction, at the god who was currently eyeing you the way people looked at puppies, and she knew exactly what Steve was talking about. It was as if you were something so precious and deserving of love and he just wanted to hold you. "Oh. I see," she said with a sly grin as she strapped herself in. 
As the Quinjet took off, the sudden jostling of the aircraft forced you to sharply throw your body forward, pulling you away from your leaning position against the metal wall. Had it not been for the seatbelts keeping you strapped in, you would've gone flying through straight into Natasha. But then they all watched as your body recoiled against the straps and your head throw back towards the wall again.
The three Avengers sitting on the other side of the aircraft watched as Loki leaned over and put his hand up to catch you before your head hit the wall and you awoke with a sharp gasp as he did so, your eyes widening as you saw that, once again, your faces were inches away from one another.
"You nearly knocked your head on the wall," he explained, keeping his voice even as he pulled away from you. "You need to be more careful where you fall asleep, Y/N. There may not always be someone to catch you." 
"I'll keep that in mind," you answered softly as you kept your eyes front, noticing that your boyfriend was currently looking at you with simmering jealousy. 'What?' you mouthed. He merely pouted and turned to look away from you. "Child," you murmured to yourself.
"He is," Loki spoke in a low, hushed voice. Had you not been seated so close together you wouldn't even be able to hear. "You're far too good for him, darling. You deserve a partner who would at the very least check on you instead of sulk as if he were a toddler in a soldier's body." 
You pursed your lips to keep the chuckle from escaping. But you nearly choked on your own spit at his next words.
"And  you most definitely deserve better than someone who would call you such an atrocious moniker. A woman like you deserves to be likened to sirens. Muses. Goddesses. Not furniture."
You were grateful you weren't drinking anything because otherwise it would have most likely sprayed the three people sitting across from you. You let out a few wheezy chuckles before composing yourself and sitting back upright. 
"I overstepped," he murmured. "Apolo--"
"Don't apologize," you whispered back. "It was funny. And you're more than welcome to poke fun at the name. I do." 
You struggled to keep your tone light, your mind lingering on his words. Sirens, muses, goddesses. Did he really see me like that? You hoped he did, you always hoped he did. But you'd also always known better than to hold on hope for the impossible. 
And Loki Laufeyson loving you back? Yeah. That was impossible. 
That was precisely why you chose to say "Yes" to Steve asking you out in the first place. 
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It was another ten hours before you landed in Sorsogon. There was a clearing that was just large enough for the Quinjet to land in, about two miles away from the nearest cluster of houses. You all walked towards the little cottages cautiously, trying to stay hyper aware of your surroundings just in case the Sin Healer had puppeteered some unsuspecting villagers to be her foot soldiers. 
Once you reached the cluster of cottages, Steve spoke up. "There are six cottages. Let's all take one each and take the last one together?" 
His instructions infuriated Loki. What ever happened to "I will go and I will stay close to Y/N"? Now he sent you into an old cottage in the middle of practically nowhere all on your lonesome? He decided to enter the cottage closest to the one you chose so that if you needed backup he would come sprinting, keeping true to his word last night of keeping close to you and ensuring that you weren't in any grave danger.
When he was satisfied that there were no signs of life in the small house, he exited the cramped structure and made his way over to yours. He already knew that the other houses were empty thanks to the benefit of his heightened senses, but a selfish part of him chose not to help your three teammates and instead look out for you in silence.
And then he heard you speak and it was as if he felt his heart stop beating. He listened closely to the conversation, translating what he heard in ease thanks to his Allspeak. 
"Hindi po kita sasaktan," he heard you speak. I mean you no harm. 
"Kilala kita," an elderly sounding woman answered. I know you. "Nakikita kita sa balita kasama mo ang mga Avengers." I see you on the news with the Avengers. "Masmaganda ka sa personal." You're more beautiful in person. "Parang dyosa." Like a goddess.
He smiled to himself. That she was. 
"Salamat po. Kung hindi po masyadong abala para sayo, pwede mo po ba kaming tulungan?" Thank you. If it's not too much of a bother, I was wondering if you could help us?
"Syempre naman. Ano kailangan niyo?" Of course. What do you need?
"May hinahanap po kami. Tawag niya sa sarili niya ay…Sin Healer. Marami na po siyang nasaktang tao." We're looking for someone. They call themselves Sin Healer. They've hurt a lot of people.
"Dumaan siya dito kaninang umaga. Kaya lumayas na ang mga kapitbahay ko. Nanatili lang ako dahil…matanda na ako, tumanda akong mag-isa. Wala na akong mapupuntahan."They were here this morning. That's why my neighbors ran away. I merely stayed here because I'm old, and I lived my whole life alone. I have nowhere to go.
There was a pregnant pause before the old woman spoke again. "May kalungkutan akong nakikita sa mata mo. Ang kasama mo sa buhay…hindi ikaw ang mahal? At ikaw naman…nasa iba ang puso mo?"There's a sadness in your eyes. The person you're with…they do not love you? And you…someone else has your heart?
"Ang kinakasama ko po…alam ko naman po na nagpapalipas lang siya ng oras sa akin. May iba na syang minahal at…wala na siya sa mundong ito, at inaantay na lang nya na dumating ang oras nya para magkasama na sila muli. At yung minamahal ko…alam ko naman na wala akong pag-asa doon. Walang parte sa akin na may karapatang makatanggap ng pagmamahal nya."  The man I am with…I know that he is only passing time with me. He loves another and…she's gone, and he's only waiting for his time to come so they can be together again. As for the one I love…I know that there's no hope there. There is no part of me that deserves his love.
You sounded like you were on the verge of tears with your last words, and the dull ache in Loki's heart grew sharp and devastating. He burned with rage at Rogers for how dare he simply see you as someone to pass the time with? He loathed the man who thought you undeserving of his attention, his affection. If you were his--
But that is the tragedy of the situation, isn't it? he thought bitterly. She's not mine. Much as I long for her to be.
"Saan ka natuto ng lengwahe namin?" the elderly woman asked. Where did you learn our language?
"Ipinanganak ako dito. Ipinalaki ako dito. May mga kamaganak ako na tiga-Sorsogon." I was born here. I was raised here. I have relatives in Sorsogon. 
"Ibig sabihin pamilyar ka sa sumpa ng puso?" Does that mean that you are familiar with the heart's curse?
A moment of silence passed before you answered in a solemn voice. "Hanggang sa maihayag ang katotohanan, ay mananatili kang parang patay. At pag lumipas ang pitong araw na hindi ka pa nagigising, ay mananatili kang tulog habangbuhay." 
A chill ran down his spine as the words sunk in. Until the truth is revealed, you will remain like the dead. And if seven days passes with the curse unbroken, you will never awaken.
He heard your muffled cries and it was as if his entire world stopped when you whispered, "Ikaw." You. 
"Ang siyang makakagising lang sayo ang siyang minamahal ka ng buong puso. Siya na nagmamahal ng puro at totoo." The only one who can wake you is the one who loves you with their whole heart. The one whose love for you is pure and true.
"Parang sinigurado mo na mamamatay ako." It's like you made sure that I would die. 
And then he heard you through comms. "If anyone copies, I've been compromised. She got me." 
"Y/N?!" Romanoff and Maximoff yelled from their ends. 
Loki heard a thud from inside the cottage, feeling like his own heart had stopped beating as he went off sprinting inside. He had no care for the elderly woman who was now casually walking out the back door plainly within his view. 
His only focus was your nearly lifeless form on the ground.
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A/N: Ahhh it's begun! I can't wait to finish writing and share the rest of this story with you all. It was so much fun to write a good bit of this chapter in my mother tongue and weave it in as a plot element. Currently writing an outtake for 'relinquish the crown' but after that I'm diving right into Part 2!
Also a big thanks to @lokisgoodgirl for that nickname. I asked for cringe and you, my friend, DELIVERED. It's so cringe it needs its own warning and I wouldn't have it any other way 🤣
Taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @redbluekjw @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @springdandelixn @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @arch-venus25 @freefrommars @littlemortals @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @peaches1958
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Does Lou-Lou have A Thing for Seths? I can't imagine that they're that common, that she could have two Seth boyfriends in a row by coincidence.
Also, Tony! I wanted to thank you again for how you make characters of all shapes and sizes, and for allowing fat/plus sized characters to be gorgeous, just like anyone else (AKA no too fetish-y but also not treating fat people like we're inherently gross)
Apparently she does! :3
Again, this process wasn't intentional. I always start to draw a DHD update with a minimum knowledge. I have either a scene, theme, topic or a character in my mind. Rest is improvised on the go.
For this newest update with Lou-Lou dating another Seth, it started when someone here commented that my Baldur's Gate 3 necromancer Tav (named Aldwulf) looks like a lost member of Rammstein. I thought "Yeah, he kinda does - that would work in Death-Head's Deal!"
So, I started drawing knowing that I want Aldwulf in and he needs to be in a heavy metal band (ended up with death metal in the end).
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I found this stock photo for editing for the comic's opening. In front is Aldwulf. The man on right had lots of hair so I wanted him to be a hairy DHD dude, too. Thus he is a lion. The man on the left, I couldn't see his face well so I wanted to give him a shape that is easy to recognize. That's how he became a Seth animal.
After I had drawn the bad performing, Lou-Lou appears! And she's on a date! Seeing the band! With a band member!
I thought that from all these guys (the drummer included), the Seth animal would be the best, as it gives depth also to Lou-Lou's attempt for a new love life, after she was abused by a Seth animal. Hopefully, this journey for Lou-Lou isn't then just "Oh, she's seeing someone" but "she's seeing someone, facing her fears and you can tell if the other person and the relationship is healthy is your date partner wants to help you as much as they can - while you help yourself, too".
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Antonya (Tony) was a surprise, too! I feel that I don't have enough versatile body types out there yet but I'm doing my best. After all, while the people in Lywood and in this world look weird, I want their lives and appearances to as close to our daily lives as possible. We have people of all sizes, shapes, looks, ages and stories on this Earth. It would be just silly to create a fantasy world and make it duller than our Earth folks are.
I also do my best not to give any special treatment to anyone, meaning that these characters can be flawed and hot, and these characters can't be flawed and hot. Or deep, emotional, superficial etc.
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Antonio- Moving In Together
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"Dad where does YN want this?" I hear Diego ask
"Errm bathroom. She's in there sorting out the cupboards" just then Diego appears with a small box
"Thank you. Just pop it on the floor" I say. Once Diego has gone I open it up and take out my period pads and tampons putting them in the cupboard with more of my toiletries. My phone begins ringing from downstairs. Before I have chance to get up I hear foot steps running and Eva comes in holding it in her hands
"It's Jay" she tells me. I take the phone and answer it
"Hey"
"Ive got the unit you wanted, but I couldn't get it assembled"
"Ok don't worry, I'm sure we're will figure out how to build it" I walk out of the bathroom
"Dad mums here!" Diego shouts and I make my way downstairs to see Antonio opening up the door
"I've got to go. Laura's here for the kids"
"I'll be over in 10 with the unit"
"Thanks" I hung up and smile at Laura but she looks me up and down. She mainly stares at my stomach
"I'm not pregnant if that's what your wondering" I say crossing my arms
"Only reason Antonio would be having you move in"
"Laura" Toni warns her
"It's ok Toni don't worry, I'm not here to cause any drama. Just want to say goodbye to Eva and Diego" the kids both give me a hug. I say my goodbyes then leave Antonio to deal with his ex.
"You alright?" Antonio asks walking into our now shared bedroom while I'm folding my clothes
"Yeah I'm fine"
"I'm sorry about Laura. I told her she had no right to be questioning our relationship"
"Like I said, I'm ok" I sigh "she's your kids mom. She's got ever right to be cautious of me, how long will I be here? If we have a baby will we spend more time with our child and not Eva and Diego. She's just being protective of them and hopefully when she realises that I'm in it for the long hall she will except me"
"Your amazing you know" Antonio smiles wrapping his arms around me, I wrap my arms around his neck "if the rolls were reversed I'm not sure I'd be a cool about this all"
"I've see so many children suffer because of parents aren't getting along. I wouldn't want that for yours. All bad mouthing each other will do is effect the children"
"I love you YN"
"I love you as well" I kiss Antonio before we're rudely interrupted by Jay bringing my makeup unit "I best go and help Jay"
"I'll help Jay. You go grab us some food"
"You sure you want me to leave you alone with one of my brothers, and arguably the most protective one out of the two?" I raise an eyebrow at Toni
"Babe I work with him and we have never had a problem"
"Yeah you work with him. Your off work right now, this is personal time, so he's going to be in big brother mode"
"I'll be back ok with Jay"
"Your funeral" I raise my hands and walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs "I'm going for food. Please don't kill each other" I warn Jay before grabbing some money and leaving the house.
I return home with take out to a quiet house
"Hello? Please tell me your both alive" I joke walking into the kitchen "Jay? Toni?" I place down the food then head yelling in the living room. I follow the noise to see my brother and boyfriend watching football. I notice the the makeup unit spread across the floor "you boys want a beer after all the hard work you've done?"
"Sorry YN. We couldn't figure it out" I roll my eyes at Jay and grab the instructions off the coffee table and start looking at then also getting confused
"You think Kelly will know how to build this?"
"Already text him" Jay tells me "he's coming over tomorrow. Now shhhh we're watching the game"
"You boys and your football seriously" I shake my head and go back to the kitchen and grab 3 plates and plate up the food. I bring their food to them before grabbing my own and sitting next yo Antonio also watching the game.
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I don’t know how late your post was posted, (the one where you asked for comfort fics) but can you do an angst/ comfort fic for Wandanat x female reader?. Only if it isn’t a bother. If you do, can you please do one where y/n gets attacked in their house while the team is on a mission and Nat and Wanda get an alert that says y/n is in trouble and they get back in time to save and comfort reader… please
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Wandanat x Reader: Intruder
Hell yeah. I've been wanting to write a Wandanat fic for decades lol. You guys all pulled in on the requests and I failed you. I ended up having two dry sockets and it hurt so bad I couldn't focus to write :/
Description: what it says in the request lol why is it underlined? HELP I CAN'T GET RID OF IT. Everyone is around the same age and dating in this cause there's some weird stuff in this tag lol.
Gender: neutral! no pronouns used!
WARNINGS: violence obvi and pain, shitty ex-boyfriend totally not because I believe mine would've done something like this if he knew where I lived, panic attack if you squint, anxiety, past trauma and stuff
P.S. don't tell anyone you're going with for the first time where you live, you never know how it's gonna go down. Meet them there - Life advice from me. Go out in public if you've never met them before. And for goodness sakes LEAVE if they won't let you get a word in. Good luck out there my loves, be safe.
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You hear something from beside you. Almost like a tap on the window, but not quite.
Groggily, you start to pull yourself from your sleep. You blink a few times to get your eyes to focus in the dark.
Suddenly, you hear a thud. Your heart jumps, waking you right up. You look over and see the silhouette of someone standing there. Your hand reaches down beside your bed, searching for the bat you have stored there. The back of your hand makes contact, but knocks the bat to the ground, out of your reach.
"Hello, sunshine. Why are you afraid?"
Oh, shit. You know that voice. It makes your skin want to fold in on itself and burn. Your ex. Though you don't call him that. You call him 'the person you used to date' because you don't want him to be your anything anymore.
You haven't seen him in years, since high school. But there he is, standing right in front of you.
"Why are you here?" You ask, your voice involuntarily shaking.
"You're not happy to see me?" He sounds threatening in a way.
"I . . . I didn't say that."
He shakes his head. "Don't you still love me?"
You are silent, not sure which answer would make this outcome better.
"I still love you," he says. "You're my sunshine, forever."
"We broke up years ago. I haven't seen you since high school." You try to reason.
"I know, such a shame. And now I see you've forgotten me."
"I haven't-"
"Yes you have. You have a new love now. Do you tell her you love her? Do you even think of me anymore?"
You take a deep breath. Something about him always ticks you in the wrong direction, despite the fact that he just broke into your house.
"I think of you all the time." You are being honest.
"Really?"
"Yes. You haunt me everyday. You tried to manipulate me and you stalked me."
He walks up to the bed, towering over your sitting figure despite the fact that you know he's the same height as you.
"You're lying. You spread that rumor to all of our friends. You turned them all against me. I love you. I never manipulated you."
You see the shadow of his raised fist on the wall behind him.
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"Agents Romanoff and Maximoff, your house has just received a break-in alert." FRIDAY announces to the team's earpieces.
"What?!" Wanda yells out. She scans the area for any sign of her girlfriend.
"Wanda, you have to be quiet or you're going to blow our cover." Pietro whispers from next to her.
"I don't care! Y/N is in trouble."
"Wanda," Nat's voice comes in. "There's nothing we can do about it until we're out of this base. Just hold it together for ten more minutes."
"Data is uploaded." Tony says, making Wanda sigh in relief.
"Let's stay low on our way back to the jet. Don't make any rash decisions." Steve announces. "Okay, Wanda?"
"Yeah," she responds, sounding distant.
They all take their respective routes back to the separate entrance points they entered on, thankfully without attracting any attention from the swarms of HYDRA agents. Once inside the quinjet, Wanda worriedly sits next to her girlfriend, holding on to her arm.
Tony sets the jet on autopilot, highest speed. "We'll be back in about two hours."
"Two hours?!" Wanda yelps.
"I can't go any faster." Tony looks apologetic.
"Wands, it's okay. Y/N is strong. We left the bat beside the bed and the gun in the living room." Natasha whispers into her ear to calm her down. "It's all going to be okay."
A tear runs down Wanda's face and onto Nat's suit.
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You come back into consciousness, barely realizing you are now on your living room couch. A blurry image of the room appears and you don't see he-who-must-not-be-named, or Voldemort, as you and your friends call him for short.
You keep your head down and don't move as to not alert him that you are awake. You can taste blood and feel dried blood on your face.
You only remember him coming into your bedroom and starting to talk. You can't remember anything else.
"Good morning, sunshine."
Ah, shit. Well, you tried. You lift your head, trying to sit up but discover that your wrists are tied to a chair located above your head.
"We should talk." He says, coming into your view. "Now, you turned my friends against me. You made me feel like a horrible human being. You made up lies about me. So, I could kill you."
"I'm sorry!" You blurt out, every single minute of therapy you had just immediately flying out of your brain. "I am! I said I was sorry years ago and I'm still sorry today, okay?"
"Yes. But see, I don't believe that because you fell in love again with someone else."
"I-" you stutter for a second. "I mean, I moved on but I still shouldn't have talked about you to everyone."
"I used to be popular!" He suddenly shouts. "I was going to be captain of the cross country team! You ruined it for me!"
Actually, for the record, people only knew him because they were laughing at him behind his back. He was too blind to see that. Additionally, he was one of the worst runners on the cross country team. So like, no that was just another blatant lie he made up.
You used to feel so bad for him. Back when he was nice to you. People laughed at him and you just wanted to give him a hug. Sure, you never thought he was particularly good-looking, but you're more of an emotional-rather-than-physical lover anyway.
Too nice for your own good. As usual. And you were right all those years ago thinking he might attack you some day. He always seemed so unafraid to say whatever he thought. Now here he is, threatening to kill you.
He takes in a breath. "Now, of course, if you were dead, that would mean my love would be dead. So the other option: I keep you for my own forever. Would you like that?"
You freeze and don't respond. Your inner lie-detector won't let you say yes but you're too scared to say no. Again, too nice for your own good. Dammit.
"Would you?" He asks again.
"Um," you fill the silence to buy some time. "Well, that's a big decision to make. I might need some time to think."
Speaking of time, where the hell were your girlfriends? FRIDAY should've sent the break-in alert hours ago. The sun is just starting to rise now and a little bit of light illuminates the blood stained on your clothes.
"Well, I'm in control now." He makes eye contact with you, making you dart your eyes away. "I make decisions for myself. No one tells me what to do. And I think you hurt me more than you could ever love me."
"I said I'm sorry! Is there anything else I can do?" You feel tears start to sting your eyes. A mixture of feeling his disappointment and the fear of imminent death stabs you like a knife to the stomach.
"Hmmm," he very very slowly and methodically pulls a gun from his pocket. He's a hunter. You know he has good aim. You'll dead for sure. "No, I don't think there is. You sealed your fate."
"Please don't-"
"Put the gun down!" Natasha's voice shouts. You gasp in air, a little weight lifting off your chest. You start thrashing around trying to get free.
"Enough!" You feel the tip of Voldemort's gun press into the side of your head. "Shoot me after, see if I care. Someone else will finally feel my pain."
Suddenly, he freezes and his eyes unfocus. You see them turn a slight shade of red. Natasha runs into the room and rips the gun away from him. Wanda follows her, untying the weak knots and pulling you into a tight hug.
You feel a few tears escape your eyes as your heart pounds. Suddenly, you find it very hard to breathe.
"Hey, hey, hey," Wanda runs her hand through your hair. "Relax, it's okay. We've got you now."
"I- can't-" you barely force out, your lungs constricting your voice.
"Okay, that's okay. Just try to breathe regular with me, yeah?" She takes your hand and holds it up to her chest so you can feel the rising and falling of her breaths. "We're here now. We've got you."
"I'm going to get this moron to Stark. We'll have to wait till he's over the mental trauma before calling the police." Natasha explains, using the rope you were tied up with to tie his hands behind his back.
"Mental trauma?" Wanda cocks her head.
"Yeah," Nat gestures to his confused and scared gaze. "Shit messes you up for awhile."
"Oh," Wanda bites her lip. "Sorry about that one time-"
"Yep, all good." Natasha kisses the top of her head. Finally pulling your body together a bit, you let out a little giggle at their interaction.
Wanda beams at you. "You're smiling! Oh, thank goodness!"
"My face really hurts though," you wince a little as you talk.
"Yeah, that's a bad punch you got there," Nat gently holds your head still as she inspects the area.
"I don't remember when that happened." You look away.
"That's okay," Nat uses a finger to turn your head back to her. "Doesn't matter what you remember. As long as you're okay now."
You nod with a little smile.
Hey sorry that like 25% of this was just me projecting my very specific guy-I-used-to-date problems. True story, couldn't say his name because it physically hurt for some reason so my best friend came up with Voldemort lol.
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h0ney-fiction · 3 months
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The Bet Pt. 8
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A/N: This is even longer lol. Oh my goodness, I feel like we're gearing towards the end. Can't wait to meet you there soon!
Word Count: 4,065
Ratings/Warnings: M Rated Themes.
Kenny was ecstatic. A deal that started almost simultaneously with the inception of AEW has finally come to fruition.
Phil 'CM Punk' Brooks was signed to All Elite Wrestling.
He hadn't seen Tony, Cody, Nick, and Matt so excited about something in a long time. They were able to sign Phil in his hometown of Chicago, no less.
Yet, through the champagne, expensive dinner, and celebratory outing; all he could think about was Taylour.
About how excited he was to share the news with her.
About how happy he was to see her.
About how good he was going to fuck her.
So when Kenny walked into their hotel suite, half drunk and horny, he was stunned to find nothing but his belongings and a letter on the center of their bed.
Kenny sank into the bed and quickly unraveled the letter written on hotel paper. The aroma of fresh ink wafted through the air.
Dear Kenny…
She told him everything.
That their time in Florida together was precious.
That she loved him.
That she went on a date with Maxwell and liked the way he made her feel.
And that made her confused.
So she decided to go home.
A wave of emotions came over Kenny as he read the letter.
She had never admitted that she loved him, even though they were both very much aware.
Kenny was hurt. He didn't even want to know if she felt the same way about Maxwell.
But, he was also angry.
Taylour left him without saying goodbye. She just fucking left
A week passed by.
Then a month.
Then two.
When Kenny attempted to get any information from Brandi, he could see the look in her eyes.
"Just let her be."
The guys had their hands full with the upcoming Pay-Per-View, expecting their biggest audience to date.
Business was booming. Having Phil on the roster gave them the pop they needed. The whole roster felt electric, hungry to give their best every week.
All the while, Kenny was drowning in his feelings.
He had tried everything to get ahold of her. He called, texted, and e-mailed her. He even tried talking to her friends and family on the roster to see if they had heard from her.
All nothing.
Kenny was angry towards Taylour, but it didn't keep him from wondering if she was doing okay.
And if she was thinking about him, too.
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On the way to the airport after leaving Kenny, Taylour called her sister and told her everything.
Brandi was furious. And scolded her in the way only older sisters can.
Taylour knew she deserved it, but it still stung.
She then wrote a detailed letter to Ms. Sandra and that it would probably be a while until they see each other again.
And finally, she booked a flight back home where she ignored most people's calls and texts for the next following weeks.
She wasn't used to feeling this way. Kenny was the most amazing man she ever met and she threw it all away.
Guilt consumed her the first few days of being homebound. But as the days wore on, she found herself becoming numb.
Taylour tried to fill up her time with things to do such as throw herself into her creative endeavors or try new workouts.
But it didn't help much. She still felt like shit.
A few weeks went by and Taylour went out for brunch with her best friend, Marina. She was the only person besides her sister and Ms. Sandra she had spoken to since she left Kenny that night. The two met when Marina's family moved from Jersey to Michigan when they were in the first grade. Matching braces, college, a joint New York City move, and countless boyfriends later, they've been each other's most consistent relationship outside of the family in each other's lives. It was always easy to talk to each other about anything, and that's exactly what they did.
"So...you were sleeping with someone who is technically your boss for sport and then he takes you home and admits he's in love with you all the while some wealthy Long Island prick is using his henchmen and money to seduce you?"
Marina was never known for being gentle.
"It sounds crazy when you say it like that..."
"Honey, no. Don't feel bad. I just want to make sure you're doing alright. So are you?"
"I'm fine."
"Was the sex good?"
"Marina!"
"What!? I told you everything when I had a hoe summer that one year, remember?"
Taylour laughed. It was nice to have a conversation with someone who wasn't in the wrestling industry.
"The sex was amazing."
"So then why did you leave?"
"Because he said he loves me."
"So you ran straight into that juicehead's arms," Marina deadpanned.
"No, he literally rolled up on me."
"Well, do you like the juicehead?"
"I'm not sure. Before the date it was a no, but…"
"But you like him enough to, ya know..."
"I know," Taylour groaned.
Marina rubbed her best friend's back, consoling her.
"You've got two guys after you. It's kind of sexy," Marina joked.
"Shut up," Taylour laughed.
"Okay, okay. For real though. You've got to make a decision, Taylour. You can't mope around like this forever."
Taylour knew her friend was right.
She had to find a way to move forward.
The pair continued to catch up as they ate brunch and drank Bellinis. With their belly and hearts full, the best friends gave each other a squeezing tight hug before walking their separate ways.
As Taylour was about to cross an intersection, she noticed a modelesque woman around her sister's age with tanned skin and dark brown hair smile and wave to get her attention. It was a crisp November morning as the woman donned a grey cashmere sweater and black slacks. Taylour stops as the woman walks closer to her.
She extended her hand and Taylour couldn't help but notice the Rolex.
"Hi! I'm Regine Parker from NerdBrain."
Taylour shook her hand.
"It's so nice to meet you. I've been emailing you about our Chief Brand Officer position, I think you would be a great fit."
Taylour smiled. "I'm flattered by the opportunity but I'm already with another company."
"Yes, with All Elite Wrestling," Regine affirmed.
"I know we're an entertainment media company, but we have seen the work you have done alongside your sister behind the scenes. It's been influential beyond the professional wrestling industry. We would love for you to at least talk to us."
Taylour blinked, surprised by the woman's statement.
Regine laughed, realizing the situation.
"I didn't mean to accost you on the street, this was just my luck. How about you take my card and we can schedule to discuss this over dinner? My treat,"
And just like that, the woman grabbed her business card from her designer bag and handed it over to Taylour. She began to walk away, waving goodbye.
Taylour looked down at the card, "Regine Parker. Chief Marketing Officer. NerdBrain"
She looked up at the sky.
Maybe Ms. Sandra was onto something.
---
Another surprise found Taylour when she walked up to the stoop of her own home.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman was standing at her doorstep with a bouquet of lilies.
His signature.
Despite not being in contact, Max has kept up with the maintenance of the dressing room bouquet. Every week, a fresh bouquet was delivered to her door with a note that smelled of his cologne.
"I'm glad to see you're still alive," Maxwell teased as she approached.
Taylour rolled her eyes but smirked.
"Yeah, I'm alive," she affirmed.
Maxwell looked at her and took her all in. She looked beautiful as ever, but she also looked tired. He wasn't sure if it was the New York winter getting to her or the fact she had ignored him for the past two months.
"Are you free tonight? I want to take you somewhere," Max offered.
"Where?"
"My favorite spot in New York."
"I don't know, Max. I'm pretty tired. I just got back from brunch."
"Come on, I promise you'll love it. I'll bring you home immediately afterward. Just a quick stop."
Taylour contemplated.
"You've been dodging my calls and texts for weeks. Two hours of your time, three hours tops if there's traffic."
Taylour bit her lip, taking him in. He was more fit than the last time she saw him. Leaner. More muscular, which she didn't know was possible. He looked as if he just went to the barber earlier in the day. He was dressed in a hunter-green Loden coat with dark jeans and a white button-up.
He must have a kink for ambushing her.
"Okay, just let me freshen up and put these in some water," she said as she reached for her keys and unlocked the front door.
Max followed her inside.
The townhouse was cozy. The living room had a fireplace and a sectional with a large television in the corner. Taylour quickly went upstairs, presumably to her room, as Max looked around. He saw pictures of Taylour, her sister, and a man he assumed to be their father and grandmother on the mantle.
Max welcomed himself into her kitchen and replaced last week's lilies with the new ones on her dining room table.
Taylour reappeared from the second floor. She was dressed in a fitted black turtleneck and dark jeans that accentuated her curves.
"Max?" She inquired, finding him in the kitchen.
"You've got a nice place. It's very homey."
"Thank you," she replied, grabbing her grey wool overcoat.
"Come on," he said as he escorted her back out the door and into his car.
When the pair arrived at their destination, Taylour realized why Max was so persistent.
Max parked his Porsche in front of a large suburban home.
"Is this where you live?"
"My parents. My house is half an hour away," Max answered.
"So, you're taking me to meet your parents? Like, right now?"
"If you're not comfortable, I can take you back home."
Taylour took a moment and contemplated.
Max took her silence as hesitance and reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt. He made a point to graze against her skin, giving her goosebumps.
"Come on, I'm excited for them to meet you."
The couple made their way to the front door and were greeted by Max's parents.
"Mom and Dad, this is Taylour."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mrs. Friedman said as she extended her hand.
Taylour took it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, as well."
Mr. Friedman gave a nod in greeting, which she reciprocated.
"Are you staying for dinner?" Mrs. Friedman said as she led the group into the home.
"No, Mom, we're actually about to go see a movie."
"Oh, which one?"
"I wanted to take Taylour to see that new horror film."
"Horror? Really?"
"Well, you know. I wanted to take her to the theater so I could have an excuse to hold her hand," Max teased, earning a nudge in the ribs from his mother.
"Always the jokester, this one, isn't he?" The older woman made a sympathetic look towards Taylour which she reciprocated.
"How about you two go downstairs to the game room? Your sisters are down there and I'll bring down a snack before you guys go."
His mother reached up to kiss Max's forehead and smiled at Taylour before walking away. Max led Taylour down to their basement where a full game room was set up. There, his sisters were playing the switch.
"Hey guys," Max said as the girls looked up.
"Sup," said the eldest.
"Hey, Max," replied the youngest.
"Taylour, this is my older sister, Jessica. And this is my baby sister, Abigail."
"Hi!" The young girl chirped.
"Nice to meet you guys."
Jessica nodded, smiling at Taylour, but said nothing else. Abigail stood up from her seat and walked up to Taylour and shook her hand.
"I know a lot about you."
Taylour quirked her brow at her.
"You do?"
"Yeah, I've seen you in magazines."
Taylour's eyebrows shot up. She wasn't expecting a compliment.
"Thank you," she replied.
"Do you play Mario Kart?"
"Yes! I love Mario Kart."
Abigail turned to her older sister and demanded she play Taylour in Mario Kart. Jessica agreed and grabbed another controller so they could all play.
Max watched as Taylour and his sisters played for almost an hour until his mom came down with a tray of snacks and drinks.
"Okay, guys, I've got cookies and hot chocolate," she announced.
The group quickly made their way to the coffee table. Max handed Taylour a mug.
"Thanks," she replied as she took a sip.
"These are amazing, Mrs. Friedman," Taylour praised, finishing her second cookie.
"Thank you, sweetie. They're my mom’s recipe. I'll write it down for you so you can make them yourself."
"Mom, we're going to miss the movie if we don't leave soon."
"Oh! You guys better get going," Mrs. Friedman said.
The pair bid Max's family goodbye and made their way back to the car.
"Your family is so sweet."
"Yeah, they’re the best," Max said as he turned on the ignition.
Max drove Taylour back home, letting his Spotify playlist fill the silence.
"I didn't expect to see that side of you," Taylour said as he parked across the street from her house.
"What side?"
"Your good side."
Max rolled his eyes but smirked.
"Thanks," he replied dryly.
Taylour smiled, biting her lip. She felt a wave of nostalgia hit her.
"Thank you for taking me. You have a great family."
"Anytime. They loved you."
"Did they?"
"Yeah, my mom is probably calling her friends about you as we speak."
Taylour giggled. She looked back over to him, the moon accentuating his eyes.
"I was hoping you would let me in for a nightcap."
Taylour smiled, "How bold of you to assume."
"Is that a no?"
"That's not a no."
Taylour opened the passenger side door and stepped out into the cold night.
Max quickly got out of his car, following her across the street into her home. They took their shoes off at the door and Taylour sat Max down on her section and started her fireplace. She walked into her kitchen, grabbing a bottle of rosé and two wine glasses. She set it down on the coffee table and poured them each a glass.
"Thank you," he said as she handed him a glass.
They sipped their wine and made small talk.
"Why did you decide to show me your family?"
"Because they're a big part of my life and I wanted you to see that."
"That you're more than a guy who records his dates?"
"That I'm more than just some horny scumbag, yes."
Taylour laughed. "Well, you've proven me wrong."
"Does that mean we can start over?"
Taylour's eyes searched his. He looked calm and vulnerable.
She took a sip of her wine, letting the question float in the air.
"Let me guess, you have a kink for the chase, too?"
Max smiled, a dimple appearing.
"I've just never had to work this hard for anything, not even women. But I don't think I would want this if I hadn't had to work for it."
There was something about Maxwell that made Taylour melt. Maybe it was the timber in his voice or the intensity of being the object of his desire.
Taylour didn't know what she wanted, but she knew that she wanted to feel alive again.
So she took another sip of her wine and sat her glass down on the coffee table. She moved over to the cushion next to Max, looking at him with intent.
He leaned forward, setting his glass down next to hers, and kissed her.
It was deep and passionate. Taylour could taste the rosé on his tongue. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. Max's hand reached for the side of her neck, caressing it. Taylour leaned into his touch. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. Max moved his hand down, feeling over her breast before sliding his way underneath her turtleneck. With his free hand, his fingers traced the hem of her jeans.
"Bedroom?" Max inquired, his breath hot against her neck.
"Upstairs."
Taylour pulled away. He gave her a quick peck on the lips and stood up, following her lead.
When she opened the door to her bedroom, Max was already behind her. He placed kisses on her neck, his hands making their way underneath her turtleneck. Taylour took it off, letting it drop to the floor. His hands made their way back up to her bra and unclasped it, letting it fall off her. Max turned her around, cupping her breasts and kissing her hard on the mouth. She moaned against his lips as her hands unbuttoned his shirt.
When his shirt was unbuttoned, he dropped it to the floor, pulling away and giving her a smirk.
Max looked down and licked his lips. Her breasts were perfect.
Taylour's fingers unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. Max stepped out of the jeans and did the same to Taylour. She was about to step out of her underwear when Max lifted her and laid her on the bed.
Taylour watched him pull her panties off.
Max kneeled and kissed his way up her legs. He massaged her thighs before spreading her apart, marveling at her unraveling for him. His fingertips caressed her soft skin. Taylour could feel herself begin to throb as his thumb found its way onto her clit. He pressed against it. Taylour whimpered as Maxwell brought his face closer to her sweetness.
His fingers plunged into her, his middle and index finger thrusting into her. He began to lick and suck on her clit, rolling circles around her.
Taylour's fingers were intertwined in Max's hair as he feasted. She arched her back, bucking her hips against his hand. Max moaned, the vibration from his mouth sending her into a frenzy.
He added a third finger, the stretch deliciously painful.
"Max," Taylour gasped.
She was close.
Max's pace quickened. His tongue sucked harder. Taylour felt herself beginning to clench around his fingers, her breathing becoming labored.
Max felt her release. Her walls pulsated against his fingers. She was dripping. He lapped up her juices, licking and sucking on her until she came again.
Max looked up and took in the sight of her. Oh, how he waited for this view.
He stood up, pulling his boxers down. Taylour sat up and reached her hand out to him, beckoning him. He crawled his way over her, pressing his lips against hers. Their tongues intertwined together as Max positioned himself inside her. Taylour moaned as Max put all of himself in, stretching her with pleasure.
Max pulled away and looked down at her, his hands moving underneath her to support her back. He thrust his hips slowly, taking in the view.
"You're fucking beautiful," he whispered.
Taylour wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands finding his hair. She tugged.
Max began to thrust faster. Taylour pulled him in for a kiss, biting down on his lower lip. Max's hands grabbed her ass, thrusting harder.
"Harder," she moaned.
He obeyed, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Max leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue around it. He positioned Taylour's ankles behind his ears, going deeper inside her. Taylour's moans increased with every thrust. Max leaned back, watching himself thrust inside her.
"I'm about to come, princess."
With a few more thrusts, Maxwell pulled out and came on Taylour's stomach.
Max leaned over and gave Taylour a deep kiss.
"Where do you keep your towels?" He asked before walking into her master bathroom and coming back with a warm towel. He rubbed his cum off her belly before dropping the towel in the laundry.
Taylour was still on her bed, panting when he returned.
Max pulled her sheets over her, getting underneath.
Taylour lay on his chest, their legs intertwined.
The pair relaxed in each other's arms when Taylour's doorbell rang.
She looked over at the time.
10:15 pm.
She stood up and quickly put a robe on, walking downstairs.
Max followed, curious to see who it was, staying at the top of her stairwell.
When she opened the door, it was Kenny.
Taylour and Kenny looked at each other, both surprised by the other. His eyes widened but he quickly cleared his throat, turning his gaze away from her.
“Kenny,” Taylour spoke.
He brought his gaze back, focusing on her eyes.
“Why?"
"I'm sorry."
Her voice was weak
“Why did you just leave?”
Kenny was dying to know the moment he read the letter.
She paused, trying to collect herself.
"Because...because I thought that would be what was best."
"What was best? What the hell, Tay? Did you think this would be best for me?"
Taylour became silent, her lips turned into a flat pressed line. Kenny swore he saw a pandora's box of emotion open in her eyes but she quickly pushed it down as her eyes turned into dark pools of ice.
"I just didn't know, Kenny. I was confused and...and I just didn't know. That's all."
"You should have stayed."
"Yeah? So you could break up with me?"
"I love you. You know that. "
Taylour looked down at her bare feet, not wanting to meet his gaze.
"What about Max, huh? He fucking hunted you with his henchmen then all of a sudden you’re fucking him?!"
"We didn’t fuck! I stopped it."
"You could have stopped it way before you got to his hotel room."
Taylour looked up at Kenny, his eyes filled with betrayal. She hated that a silly bet ended up this way.
"I'm so sorry, Kenny. I love you, too, but I can’t do this right now."
With that, Taylour stepped forward onto the stoop and kissed Kenny on the lips. He didn't fight her as she deepened it. She lowered down and kissed his cheek before backing away and closing her door.
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After Taylour closed the door and walked into her living room, tears filled her eyes. Max, back in his underwear wrapped in one of her blankets from her bedroom, followed her into the living room.
He sat beside her, tentatively touching her thigh.
"Hey," he whispered, his hand moving up to caress her face, wiping her tears.
"I'm so sorry," she choked.
Maxwell pulled her in for a hug. He stroked her hair.
He let Taylour cry into his arms. All of the weeks of ignoring her feelings came bursting out at once. The guilt. The pain. The loneliness.
Taylour's tears dried and the couple stayed together, Max rubbing her back by the fire.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"No."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Taylour looked up at Max, feeling mixed emotions about the day they just spent together.
"I'm not ready to start over, Max," Taylour whispered.
Max's hands caressed her cheek, looking deep into her eyes.
"It's okay. I'll be here when you're ready."
Taylour looked up at him. Never in her wildest dreams, she thought she would find solace in Maxwell Jacob Friedman’s arms.
"Come on, let's get you to bed," Max said, helping her stand up.
The couple walked upstairs and Max tucked her into bed. He went downstairs and got Taylour a glass of water. He set it down on her bed stand before picking up his clothes from off the floor and began to dress.
Taylour sat up in bed.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm not staying here," Max said as he pulled up his jeans.
"Max," she called out.
He looked at her, his eyes vulnerable and sincere.
"Call me when you know who you want."
Taylour nodded as Max bent over, kissing her forehead.
"Goodnight, princess."
Taylour watched Maxwell walk out of her bedroom, closing the door behind him. She heard the sound of his footsteps walking out front of her door and the lights of her Porsche peeked through her window as he drove off.
Taylour sighed. She felt more confused tonight than ever. Maybe she needed to spend quality time with the person who matters most.
Herself.
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Kitchen Therapy
Bucky x reader
Summary: Reader wakes up from a nightmare and opens up to Bucky
Warnings: secret relationship, fluff, protective Bucky, mentions of past abusive relationship, Nat being here usual spy self
WC: 1.3K
A/N: hi this is my first story and i know i'm late to this party, i hope you like it
Reader’s POV
I wake up with a jolt and sweat dripping down my spine. I run my hand over my throat to ensure his hand isn't around it. I go over the mantra I tell myself every time this happens: it was just a dream, he can't find you here, you're in the safest building in the world, everyone in here would die to keep you safe, your boyfriend is right across the hall. After a few deep breaths, I realize my throat is way too hoarse to go back to sleep without water.
After closing my door, I open Bucky's, mentally hearing him scold me for every other night I woke up and didn't tell him about my nightmares. Seeing him completely unconscious, sprawled out with the sheet coving his bottom half, I decide against it. The nights that Bucky gets a goodnight sleep are few and far between, I don't want to ruin that.
I make my way to the kitchen, and movement from the living room catches my eye. I turn quickly, only to be faced with a worried looking Nat, "What are you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing." I quickly quip back.
"I never went to bed, I got hooked on a show. Why were you looking in Bucky's room?" She asked with a smirk.
"I needed water and thought I heard him having a nightmare. Just checked to make sure he was okay." Completely reasonable explanation, Bucky has nightmares all the time, everyone knows that.
"Are you sure that's the only reason?" She asks again, trying to pry. Sneaky bitch.
"Yes mom, I swear." She rolls her eyes at my response. "Go get some sleep, we have a briefing in the morning."
"Don't stay up too long." She says with a wink and turns her back to me.
When I hear her door latch and lock, I continue in my pursuit of a drink. I grab a bottle of water and some grapes out of the fridge and hop up on the counter. It's not very long before I hear a bedroom door open up down the hall.
"I thought you were going to bed." I projected just loud enough that the person in the hall could hear me.
"It's really hard to sleep knowing my girlfriend is awake without me." Bucky turned the corner, surprising me. My eyes widen at his volume.
"Lower your voice, Nat just went to bed." I scolded.
"I know, I woke up because I heard you talking. Why didn't you wake me up? Prefer Nat's company over mine now?" He asked, coming to stand between my legs and grab some grapes out of the container.
"You know I'd never admit to that." I chuckle when he raises his brow at me, but I continued. "No, I looked into your room and you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. By the way, she saw me open your door and now she's even more convinced we're dating."
"First of all, we are dating. Secondly, I told you to wake me up when you have a nightmare."
"How do you know I had a nightmare? Maybe I just needed water." I questioned.
"I can feel that the back of your shirt is damp, love. C'mon, talk to me." He leaned in closer to kiss my cheek before popping another grape into his mouth.
I take a deep breath and look him in the eyes. I've never told Bucky what my nightmares were about. Anytime he asked, I always just said 'I can't remember' or 'it's stupid, don't worry about it' or even just a simple 'I don't want to talk about it' and he would never pry. I contemplate if now is the time, but I know I can't hide it anymore.
With a sigh, I just whisper, "Promise you won't judge me?"
Bucky looks taken aback before he says "Of course I won't judge you, my love."
I look down and start, "Before I met you, before Tony brought me to the tower, I dated this guy. We met at the coffee shop I worked at, and he seemed really nice, so when he asked if he could take me to dinner, I said 'yes'. Everything seemed really normal at first. He was sweet, and charming, and said all the right things. Then one day, it was like a switch flipped. He started making these backhanded comments about my weight, saying I should stop eating so much if I wanted to stay pretty for him. If I ever wanted to talk to my friends or family, he would accuse me of cheating on him. And then one night, he came home drunk."
I feel a tear start sliding down my cheek, but Bucky wipes it away with his thumb. "It's okay baby, I'm right here, take your time," He whispers. I look into his eyes, and take a deep breath before continuing.
"He tried to force himself on me, and when I pushed him away, he slapped me. I got away from him and ran up the stairs but he chased me. I was almost at the top when he grabbed me by my arms and spun me around. I felt his hand tighten around my neck and he slammed me against the wall. He wouldn't stop squeezing, and I thought I was going to die. I finally got my leg free enough to kick him in the balls and he let go. I bolted back down the stairs, out the front door, and I never looked back. The next day, Pepper came into the coffee shop, saw my face and knew without having to ask. 3 days later, I was living in the tower and working for Stark."
Bucky cradled my face in his hands. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
I sighed, "I never told anyone, I was too ashamed. I didn't want to be viewed as weak or broken. But every time I have a nightmare, it's a memory of that night. I feel his hand around my neck, and I swear it's real."
He put his forehead to mine. "My love, your past does not make you broken. If anything, that made you stronger. I'm so sorry you had to go through that, but I promise I will do everything I can to protect you. I wish I could've been there to help you. Then again, if I were there, your ex wouldn't have a pulse right now. What was his name and address by the way?"
"Bucky!" I warned with a laugh. "I love you so much, thank you for listening, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
"I love you, and I understand why you didn't. Come sleep in my room, I want to cuddle." Bucky insisted, helping me off the counter and placing the container of grapes back in the fridge.
"I can't. We have that early morning meeting, so everyone will be up early and I won't be able to sneak out." I say as we turn the corner and narrowly miss running straight into a very guilty looking red head.
"I'm so sorry, I left my phone out here and heard you guys talking." She said pulling me in and hugging me as tightly as she could.
"So you were spying on us?" Bucky asked with a hint anger.
"Technically yes, but now I know just how strong our favorite girl is, and I love you 1000 times more for it." She said moving across the room to grab her phone. When she moved to pass us on the way back she muttered, "I also know that Steve owes me $50" and giggled as she ran the rest of the way to the safety of her bedroom.
I let out a chuckle, "Okay so maybe we weren't as discreet about this as I thought."
"No definitely not, but if everyone knows that means you're definitely sleeping in my room tonight." He said as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, practically running to his bedroom, me laughing the whole way.
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Assassin To Avenger
Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Loki
Word Count: 7k
Warnings: there's some violence- Tony's an asshole
Genre: fluff, maybe a little angst if you squint
Summary: You and your assassin for hire boyfriends end up at the Avengers tower following a strange run-in in the middle of one of your jobs
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"Do either of you have eyes on the target yet?" You ask through your earpiece.
"Check your 2 o'clock darling." Loki replies. You scan the street from your spot on a rooftop.
"Got him- Bucky he's at your six." You tell Bucky.
"Okay spotted him." Bucky confirms.
"Can you get a clean shot y/n?" Loki asks.
"I'm gonna try to get closer- Bucky stay on him." You take a few steps back to get a running start and leap from one building to another. Just as you launch yourself off the rooftop an explosion behind you hinders your landing and you tuck and roll to avoid crashing.
"What the hell was that?" Bucky asks.
"Loki please tell me you saw whatever the fuck caused that." You say turning around to look at the other building.
"We've got company." Loki says.
"What kind of company?" You grumble.
"The iron kind." Loki quips.
"What the fuck does the iron kind mean Loki?" Bucky huffs.
"Y/n duck and check your seven." Loki says instead of answering Bucky. You follow Loki's instructions and barely miss getting blasted by a missile. When you stand up and spin around Iron Man lands on the roof behind you.
"Woah! You know it does not make a good first impression to blow someone up before you've even told them your name." You say. Instead of answering he swings a fist towards you that you dodge by rotating to the left and you grab his wrist.
"Stark right? You really suck at introductions." You frown using magic to take his feet out from under him and land him on his back.
"Ha! You look like a turtle now."  You giggle. Loki lands next to you on the roof and launches Tony Stark away.
"Hasn't anyone told you not to play with your food?" Loki looks at you. You hum and drag your finger down his chest.
"Oh but you love when I play with you." You say.
"Are you two done up there?" Bucky scoffs. You chuckle.
"If you missed it babes we're on the Avengers' radar now- I doubt Iron Man came alone so keep your eyes open." You say.
"Oh my eyes are open- but my lookout is busy flirting with our girlfriend." Bucky says.
"Bucky you might wanna get out of the square and meet us up here, you're too exposed down there." You say spotting something cutting very quickly through the air.
"That would be easier if I knew where you guys were." Bucky notes. Before you can answer you realize the flying thing is going straight towards Bucky, and it's a person. You busy yourself using magic to create a barrier between the winged person and your boyfriend. Once he crashes into it you wrap your magic around him and launch him away, again using your magic to ensure he doesn't die when he lands.
"Rooftop at your 8." Loki says.
"One of you wanna make this easier so I don't have to walk up a dozen flights of steps?" Bucky grumbles. You lock hands with Loki and together you bring him up to where the two of you are.
"You could have let him crash into that building you know." Loki says.
"We're not getting paid to kill an avenger today, so no reason to do that my love." You say patting his cheek.
"Trying to blow you up doesn't count as a reason?"
"Well you launched the one that tried to blow me up across town so I think we're good." You shrug. The sound of metal against metal pulls your attention towards Bucky- who's holding a shield you'd recognize anyway.
"What the hell?" Loki frowns.
"Would you two pay attention?" Bucky huffs.
"Oh great- here comes the red, white, and blue golden boy." You roll your eyes.
"Makes sense, three avengers to handle three assassins." Loki shrugs.
"They definitely attacked in the wrong order then." You frown, looking around for the owner of the starred item.
"What?" Bucky frowns.
"Iron man to take me down, the bird to take you out, and when those failed they send- golden boy to take down all three of us? He's certainly outmatched." You explain.
"Maybe he wasn't for all of us. Maybe he was for Loki but now we're together so plans changed." Bucky says.
"That's an even worse plan." Loki shakes his head.
"What? Why?" Bucky asks.
"Well because stars and stripes is like you baby and Loki's a god."
"Wait he was also an assassin for a Nazi terrorist organization?" Bucky blinks at you.
"No- not that part honey- he's a super soldier, he was made here in the states though around the same time as you actually." You explain.
"Either way- not the best match against a god." Loki says. With all of you distracted none of you realize Captain America has joined you all on the roof until he makes a move to get his shield from Bucky.
"Oh hey welcome to the party- took you long enough, that shield must get a lot of distance." You quip as Bucky springs into action against Captain America. The two go on, evenly matched for about ten minutes before they get a chance to look at each other. When Bucky catches a throw of the shield Captain America falters on his next attack with wide eyes.
"Bucky?" He breathes out. You share a look with Loki and you know he's wondering the same thing. Why does this Avenger know Bucky's name?
"Steve?" Bucky blinks.
"I thought you were dead." Steve says.
"I'm sorry anyone wanna fill us in on want we're missing?!" You cross your arms.
"What are you doing pal?" Steve frowns at his friend.
"Can I finish this?" Loki asks you.
"No. Let's just go, guys." Bucky says walking away. You glance at Loki.
"Bucky? Bucky!? Take care of the target and meet us when you're done." You tell Loki before chasing Bucky down.
~*~*~
"Bucky you wanna explain what the hell that was out there?" Loki asks when he walks into your shared apartment about twenty minutes after you and Bucky did.
"Loki." You say softly.
"What?! We deserve answers." He huffs.
"Be kind- I think Steve used to be important to him. He's upset." You tell Loki handing him a glass of water.
"But-" you cut Loki off with a finger and walk over to Bucky with some water for him too.
"Bucky- I didn't push when we got back, but Loki's right, we deserve some answers about what happened. Now that we're all back- we really should talk about this." You say gently.
"Steve was my best friend in the 30s. We were basically family- seeing him today- it was like seeing a ghost." Bucky shakes his head.
"I'm sorry baby- I know your life pre-hydra is a difficult subject." You frown.
"I have to talk to him." Bucky says.
"Are you serious?! Did you forget he was part of the team trying to kill us today?" Loki scoffs.
"Loki this is more complicated for him than it is for us. Try to be understanding." You chastise. Loki sighs but quickly changes his approach.
"Do you plan to meet him alone?" Loki asks.
"I- I don't know. Do you think I should?" Bucky asks looking at you both.
"It might be easier, to meet him alone. I'm sure he's not a fan of us." You shrug.
"You could meet him in a coffee shop or something- then we could be at another table for moral support." Loki suggests.
"You'd do that?" Bucky asks him.
"Of course Buck. We're in this together, always." Loki throws his arm over Bucky's shoulders.
"Alright. I'll meet with him. How do we even get in touch with him?" Bucky frowns.
"Well- you could call him, or we can use a spell." You say.
"There's a spell for this?" Bucky looks at you.
"There's a spell for everything, don't you know that by now?" Loki winks.
"I don't have his number- the spell will be quicker won't it?" Bucky asks.
"Yes." Loki says.
"Spell it is." You say, making the formations for a contact spell. Loki shifts out of the way as you finish the spell and Steve comes into view.
"Steve! Can you hear me?" Bucky yells into the glowing magic orb showing his friend's face. Steve's head snaps up from whatever he was doing and his eyes widen as he glares curiously at the orb in front of him.
"What the heck is this? Why can I see you? How is this possible? Where are you?" Steve pokes cautiously at the orb that simply contorts around him.
"It's a spell, my girlfriend's doing it. I wanted to talk and, well since I don't have your number we figured this was faster." Bucky explains.
"Your girlfriend? The woman you were with on the rooftop?" Steve asks.
"Yeah her. She's a witch. Her name's y/n." Bucky nods.
"What are you doing Buck? Taking assassination jobs with a witch and that- mischief god? This isn't like you." Steve frowns. Loki can't help but silently scoff and you reach across Bucky to pinch him, out of view of Steve.
"Steve- we've lived... very different lives. You might not agree with what I do- but you shouldn't judge what you don't understand." Bucky tells him.
"Bucky. There's no way you can justify killing people-"
"Bad people. I'm not killing civilians. I'm- we take care of the guys the law doesn't. Child predators, serial killers- we're contract killers sure but we have rules." Bucky explains.
"Playing judge jury and executioner-"
"Steve the world isn't black and white. Good guys aren't always heroes and heroes aren't always good." Bucky says.
"You're working with a god who almost destroyed New York." Steve says.
"And you're working with a war criminal who did destroy an entire country. Unrelated to his affinity for funding wars." Bucky frowns.
"Tony Stark and I are not friends. You seem pretty close to the god." Steve says.
"The god is my boyfriend." Bucky says.
"I thought you were dating the girl. The witch?" Steve frowns in confusion.
"I'm dating them both." Bucky says.
"Okay. Okay well- that's, interesting. Look we'll circle back to that later. Bucky you can't keep doing this. Regardless of your reasoning this thing you're doing is dangerous- and it's wrong." Steve says.
"Steve-"
"Look I've got an idea. Let's meet for lunch, tomorrow at 2. There's a cafe on the corner of 5th and Hollywood. Can you make it?" Steve asks.
"Fine. I'll see you then." Bucky says.
"Great! Bye for now." Steve says. You end the magic call then.
"What a square." Loki scoffs.
"Loki!" You reprimand.
"Oh come on did you hear him? All that nonsense about how what we do isn't right. I bet he's even more rattled that Bucky has two partners." Loki rolls his eyes. You lean over Bucky to pluck Loki's forehead.
"Bucky how are you feeling?" You ask, turning your attention to him while Loki mutters complaints about being plucked.
"I'm fine I think. He's- judgier than I remember." Bucky says.
"He seems... morally sound." You say trying not to be negative.
"He seems morally egotistical." Loki says.
"He's just- very black and white. Clearly he sees things a little more binary than we do." You say.
"A little more binary? Really?" Loki scoffs.
"Yes- there's no real grey area for him it appears." You say.
"Whatever." Loki rolls his eyes.
"He's always been a good kid- very focused on 'doing the right thing'." Bucky shrugs.
"Do you want us to go with you to lunch tomorrow baby?" You ask.
"No- I think I can handle it." Bucky says.
"If you change your mind, we're totally okay going with you James." Loki says.
"I know, thank you. But I think you guys being there would cause extra strain." Bucky says.
"Oh, Loki did you finish the job by the way?" You ask.
"Of course I did." He says.
"Thanks Loki. Sorry for- running off like that." Bucky says.
"Don't worry about it. Your world was imploding or whatever." Loki shrugs. You roll your eyes and let out a laugh as you stand up.
"Idiot." You say kissing Loki lightly as you walk away.
"Where're you going?" Loki asks.
"And why didn't I get a kiss?" Bucky frowns.
"I'm going to shower. It's been a long day. And Loki got a kiss for finishing the job on our behalf." You answer them both.
"Well I want a kiss." Bucky says. Loki grabs Bucky by his hair and kisses him harshly.
"Happy now?" Loki asks lowly.
"Yeah. That works." Bucky responds.
"Oh that was hot. Now I really need a shower. Don't have too much fun without me!" You call as you disappear down the hall.
~*~*~
When Bucky returns from lunch the next day you and Loki are sitting at the island talking over a bowl of chips.
"Hey baby how was your lunch meeting?" You ask. Bucky barely looks at you as he walks by. You look at Loki who walks in front of him and places his hands on Bucky's shoulders.
"James!" He says frowning at Bucky.
"Sorry, what?" Bucky blinks at him.
"I asked how your lunch with Steve went." You say.
"Oh. It uh- it went well. He offered us space at the tower." Bucky frowns.
"The tower?" Loki frowns.
"Like- the Avengers tower? Why would he do that?" You ask.
"Apparently he talked to the others. He wants us to join the Avengers. Enough of them seem okay with it." Bucky explains.
"Enough of them?" You question.
"Thor vouched for Loki. Steve vouched for me. The girls apparently vouched for you."
"I'm surprised the Avengers operate like a democracy." Loki muses.
"I don't think they do." You say.
"They don't. Steve simply insisted- and he said that one of them convinced the others because he's literally a computer and he claimed the pros outweighed the cons." Bucky shrugs.
"Well what did you say?" Loki asks, sitting next to you at the island.
"I told him I'd talk to you guys." Bucky shrugs sitting on Loki's other side.
"Do you want to join the Avengers?" You ask.
"I- I don't know. I'm not anything like them. None of us are." Bucky says.
"I for one am not particularly interested in joining that band of insufferable moral egoists, but we make decisions together so- I'm open to discussing it." Loki says.
"I think it could be fun." You shrug.
"Fun?" Loki asks flatly.
"Yeah- I mean- getting to run around with a bunch of superheroes. That could be one hell of an adventure." You say.
"An adventure? With a bunch of squares? There's no way that would be interesting." Loki says.
"Oh come on- I'm sure we could make it interesting. Even with a bunch of squares." You smile at him.
"I think- we should give it a try." Bucky says.
"Really? You too?" Loki blinks at him.
"If you hate it we'll leave, but there's no harm in checking it out." Bucky says swinging his arm over Loki's shoulders.
"Fine- if you guys want to- we'll give up the assassin gig to join New York's favorite heroes I guess. Makes little difference to me, I'm not from here." Loki shrugs.
"So- are we moving into the tower?" You ask.
"Probably- I'll talk to Steve about it." Bucky says.
~*~*~
The three of you move into the tower a couple of weeks later and calling it an adjustment might be a bit of an understatement. Loki especially grumbles the first few days you're there. While you quickly befriend the other witch in the tower, Wanda, the others aren't as kind to you or your boyfriends- except Vision who seems to like both Bucky and Loki.
"So are we doing anything here or are they just- keeping us here to watch us? Like being grounded?" Loki asks throwing himself onto your bed with Bucky.
"Is it being grounded if everyone is here? We can't go on missions that aren't happening now can we?" You ask glancing over your shoulder from your vanity.
"Sure they aren't going on missions now but when they do- will we even be part of all that?" Loki scoffs.
"I'd assume so. Steve did say they wanted us to join the team- if it was just about keeping us in line why would he say that?"
"To convince us to come here obviously." Loki says.
"Pardon the interruption- Captain Rogers would like the three of you to join the rest of the Avengers in meeting room A immediately." Friday's voice announces in your room.
"Sounds like it's mission time. Guess you're getting what you want after all baby." You look at him as you exit the room. Bucky and Loki follow you on either side as you head to the meeting room. When you walk in everyone turns to you.
"Oh good they decided to join us." Tony snips. You roll your eyes at him and sit next to Wanda.
"Hey." You say to her quietly.
"Hi." She smiles at you. Loki sits on your other side and Bucky takes the seat next to him.
"So if you look in the folders I gave you this is very simply recon mission. We located a Hydra base it's supposed to be shut down so we just wanna clear it and burn it down." Steve explains.
"So who's going?" Natasha asks.
"Bucky will be going along with Loki, y/n, and Tony." Steve says.
"Absolutely not." Loki scoffs.
"Loki." You look at him with a frown.
"The last time we did anything with Tony Stark shot a missile at you- which he still has not apologized for by the way. So excuse me if I'm not quite keen on putting your life in his hands." Loki explains.
"My life wouldn't be in his hands and we're all on the same side now." You say quietly.
"He's not exactly made that obvious since we got here." Loki points out.
"Oh- so what? You want me to apologize to your girlfriend?" Tony scoffs.
"That would be a start." Loki says.
"Fine. Sorry for shooting a missile at you. To stop you from killing a civilian." Tony rolls his eyes.
"Well actually he was a Russian assassin but semantics right? He's a civilian to someone somewhere I'm sure." You shrug.
"Wait- what?" Tony frowns.
"Oh did no one tell you we only took contracts to kill shitty people? Predators, serial killers, assassins with too many unnecessary civilian casualties- you know people the law can't or won't take care of." You smirk.
"You took out other assassins? Isn't that just the pot calling the kettle?" Tony snorts.
"This pot didn't kill an entire bus full of school children when his target was the driver. The pot only ever took out the driver if they deserve it."
"Wait what?" Steve frowns.
"The guy we were after that day killed an entire bus of children to get to the driver. Are you going to tell me he doesn't deserve what we did to him?"
"It's not our job to make that decision." Tony says through clenched teeth.
"Maybe not your job- but Bucky, Loki and I have no problem making that decision." You shrug.
"Steve maybe someone else ought to go with them." Natasha says.
"Actually- this is great." He shakes his head.
"What?" You look at him incredulously.
"I need to know that your personal problems won't jeopardize a mission." Steve tells you.
"My personal problems never get in the way of a job." You say.
"That's great. I hope your boyfriend can say the same."
"He can. The man child over there might have a bit of a harder time." You say.
"Man child?!" Tony says incredulously.
"Loki, Bucky, and I make a great team already. We don't need Stark with us." You look at Steve.
"I'm sure the three of you work very well together. I need to know that you can work with the rest of us and- Tony is inarguably the most combative so, if this mission goes well I'll feel confident in you all joining the team, sending you on other assignments." Steve explains.
"But of course if that's too hard for you- you can always leave." Tony says. You blow out a breath and fix Tony with a stare that has Loki trying to hide a smirk- he knows something ruthless is about to come.
"If you're trying to piss me off you'll have to work a lot harder than that. But before you do keep in mind all three of us can individually snap you in half. Two of us can do it even when you're in your suit. Don't let those fancy toys fool you into thinking you are more than just a man. And men, are incredibly breakable." You say quietly. Tony looks genuinely shocked at your words while  both of your boyfriends are sharing a look of lustful pride.
"Damn." Natasha says amused.
"Oh yeah threaten me- that's a great way to prove you can work with this team." Tony scoffs after a minute.
"That wasn't a threat. It was a reminder. Besides- we're not on the mission yet- so I'll say whatever the fuck I want until we get on a quinjet." You turn away from him.
"You all leave in an hour. Prepare whatever you need. The rest of you all stay- we've got other assignments to discuss." Steve says. You're the first to leave to your room. Bucky and Loki follow you dutifully. By the time they've reached your room, you're in your closet pulling out your jumpsuit. Loki doesn't even let you finish putting it on before his arms wrap around your waist.
"That- was very attractive." Loki mutters against your neck. You snap your fingers to finish putting your clothes on.
"What?" You try to look at him.
"The way you handled Stark." Bucky says kissing your temple.
"You too?" You chuckle.
"Men are incredibly breakable- has got to be one of the greatest things you've said outside of the bedroom." Loki says.
"Well- he was getting on my nerves." You huff.
"We noticed." Bucky chuckles.
"Darlings- can we get ready for this mission? You can touch me all you want when we return." You say squirming out of Loki's grasp.
"We have an hour." Loki smirks.
"Go- to your rooms and get ready." You shoo them towards the door.
"Boring." Loki huffs.
"I'm asking you to behave for a few hours. We finish this mission and you can do whatever you want." You say giving Loki a quick kiss.
"The brat is telling us to behave. Isn't that amusing Bucky?" Loki chuckles.
"The brat just wants to get ready for our mission." You say giving Bucky a kiss before pushing them far enough out to shut the door. You pull on your boots and slide your sheathed knife into it. You don't need knives obviously but you try not to rely on magic as your only option when it comes to fighting should that be necessary. You expect this mission to be straightforward so you don't spend a lot of time preparing. You tug on your gloves and leave your room with fifteen minutes to spare. Loki meets you before you're even all the way down the hall and you two find Bucky in the kitchen drinking what you assume is a protein shake.
"Ready to go?" Loki asks him.
"Yeah- made a smoothie." Bucky says holding the glass out to Loki.
"What kind?" Loki takes the cup and drinks from it.
"Uh there's blueberries, strawberries, some banana, I just threw some of the fruits they had in the kitchen." Bucky shrugs.
"It's good. Try it." Loki says holding it to you with his arm around your waist. Loki holds the glass up to your lips and you take a sip.
"Are yall just planning to finish my smoothie?" Bucky scoffs.
"You can have it back baby." You laugh holding it out to him. "Loki's right, it's good."
"Next time I'll make enough for everyone." Bucky quickly throws back the rest of it and puts the cup in the sink.
"You guys planning on canoodling all day or are you ready to actually do something?" Tony calls as he walks through the kitchen to the elevator.
"We've all been ready Stark. You're the last one to come out here remember?" You retort stepping into the elevator in front of him. Bucky and Loki make sure to follow in behind you, leaving Tony to enter last with an eye roll.
"Let's just get this over with." He mutters, pressing the button to take you to the roof where your quinjet is waiting.
The base you're going to is somewhere up north, an abandoned area beyond the Canadian border. It takes you about 3 hours to get there.
"So do we have a plan going into this?" Bucky asks about 10 minutes before you land.
"We take it in pairs." You suggest.
"Take it in pairs?" Tony frowns.
"Yeah- we can split up. It's more efficient that way. Loki and Bucky and then me with Tony." You shrug.
"You with me!?" Tony looks at you incredulously.
"Yes. You like to start shit and believe it or not I'm the least reactive. Which means nothing you say will derail my efficiency." You say. You hear Bucky snort next to you.
"Fine." Tony huffs.
"Glad we see eye to eye." You smile tightly.
"We don't." Tony says.
"Well you agreed to my plan so I don't really care how you see it." You say. At this point you've landed and Tony opens the entrance.
"Let's just get this over with." He grumbles walking off the jet.
"What a brat." You mutter.
"You sure you still want to work with him?" Bucky asks with a chuckle as he exits the jet.
"I'm positive. We'll go up, you go down?" You look at Bucky.
"Sounds good." Bucky nods.
"See you soon." You say.
"Stay safe darling." Loki says.
"Always. You too." You say.
"Keep in touch." Bucky says.
"Duh." You wink at them. You catch up to Tony and place your hand on his shoulder- doing a spell to transport you both to the roof. Tony anxiously looks himself over.
"What the fuck was that?!" He asks frantically.
"Relax. I just did a teleportation spell." You roll your eyes.
"Why?!"
"We're starting at the top and they're starting in the basement. We meet in the middle, it's more efficient that way."
"I could've flown up here!"
"Your rockets aren't exactly the most discrete method of transportation. Besides this is quicker." You shrug.
"Well you could have told me that before you did it." Tony huffs.
"Maybe I would have if you hadn't stormed off like a petulant teenager. Nothing's on the roof, let's go inside." You say walking over to the roof access door.
"I am not a petulant child!" Tony protests as he follows you into the building.
"I said petulant teenager not child and keep your fucking voice down. If someone's here you wanna give them any more of a heads up?" You roll your eyes. You place your hand against the nearest door.
"What are you doing?" Tony asks.
"Checking for any obvious cautions. Start working on that side of the hall." You point to the door behind Tony.
"If you find anything important grab it. Files or experiments and such." Tony says.
"Yeah okay. I'll just- stick them in a pocket dimension." You mutter opening the first room and scanning it. You do the same with the next three doors on your side. Nothing is in any of them and when you turn to Tony he's got some folders in hand. You wave your hand and the folders disappear from his hand.
"What did you do?" Tony frowns.
"They're safe. I just figured if we run into anyone you don't want papers getting in the way." You tell him.
"Oh- okay. Yeah that- makes sense." He says. You check the last few rooms in the hall.
"Basement's cleared." Bucky's voice rings in your ear.
"Top floor's clear too. Guys Stark says that if you see anything, files, experiments, etc to collect them as you go. I've been storing ours in a pocket dimension Be careful not to touch anything if you don't have to." You say.
"I take it that means collection is my job?" Loki sighs.
"Yes please my love." You respond.
"Of course. I'll handle it darling." He says.
"Thank you baby." You hum. Tony makes a retching sound beside you.
"Stop being all lovey-dovey via coms." Tony grumbles.
"You'll live." You roll your eyes.
"Wonder how many floors this place has." Tony says as you open the door to the stairwell.
"Seven above ground and the basement. Eight in all." You say.
"How do you know that?" He looks at you. You point at the giant seven behind him.
"Basements aren't usually labeled as floor 1, they get 0 or basement or something so I took an educated guess." You shrug exiting the stairwell onto the sixth floor. You and Tony make quick work of the sixth floor using the same tactic you used on the seventh floor. Every once in a while Tony will wave a folder that you make disappear and when you find folders you put them with the others.
"That thing you're doing with the documents is kinda cool. How does it work?" He asks.
"How does my magic work?" You blink at him.
"Okay- that's probably a kind of stupid question."
"Since it's not like I can show you how it works yes- that was stupid."
"Are you sure you can't show me? Because Strange does magic."
"Ah yes- the sorcerer and his magic portal rings."
"You know him?"
"Only by name." You shrug.
"First floor cleared." You hear Loki's voice.
"Sixth floor clear." You reply back. You and Tony take the flight down to the fifth floor ready to repeat the process. Before you've finished Bucky's in your ear again.
"Second floor clear." He says. When you don't reply with your floor Loki speaks.
"Are you not done on the fifth floor? Tch- is Stark slowing you down darling?" Loki asks.
"Now Loki- don't be rude I think he's sensitive about that sort of thing." You joke back.
"I am not slowing anyone down. Okay?!" Tony huffs.
"Oh look what you've done Loki." You tut.
"You know what I'm going to go down and handle the fourth floor by myself then we'll see who's slowing who down." Tony huffs.
"Wait Tony I think something's down there you do not want to go down alone." You warn.
"Actually I do." Tony walks off into the staircase.
"Are you fucking ki- gah! Loki come here." You use the special spell you and Loki created to bring him to you.
"You could've just used coms to tell me to come up here." Loki says.
"I know. This is quicker. I need you to finish this floor and then go back to Bucky. Something's downstairs and Stark might just get himself killed on his own." You explain hurriedly. Loki grabs your arm before you can get too far.
"Are you sure you don't want help?" He asks.
"I've got it Loki finish the sweep then both of you meet us." You tell him.
"Be careful." Loki's brow is furrowed a bit.
"Always." You wink before taking off down the stairs. You note that this floor is set up quite differently than the other three you've seen so far. It looks like a cafeteria or something, but you don't have much time to dwell on it as you catch a flash of red hitting the wall near you. You look in the direction he came from to see 2 very large men charge at Tony who's getting himself together off the wall.
"Stark watch out!" You call and he has just enough time to avoid them by flying above them.
"What are you doing here?! I told you I would handle this floor mysel-" Tony's sentence is cut off when he abruptly falls out of the air. You notice one of the two men is holding an odd device pointed towards Tony.
"Really? This is what you call handling it?" You scoff.
"They did something to my suit! I had it under control." Tony huffs. You roll your eyes and put yourself between Tony and one of the men.
"Alright- truthfully I don't like this man, and him not listening to me is how he got into this shit in the first place so I should let you do whatever the hell you want- maybe he'd learn his lesson. But here's the thing, I don't play on losing teams- and unfortunately for you- but lucky him- he's on my team. So I can't just let you beat his ass, you'll have to go through me first." You say.
"I'm not fighting a girl." He grumbles in a thick accent.
"This girl could turn your insides into outsides with the wave of a hand but I actually like fighting so- I'm giving you the chance to fight me instead of me just turning you into a bug." You shrug.
"You're not serious." He frowns. You roll your eyes and magically lift the man up into the air. His arms and legs flail as he gets further from the ground. "Hey- woah put me down!" He protests.
"Are you ready to fight a girl? Or are you too scared to risk being beat by one?" You ask him. Before he can respond you're suddenly rammed into from the left by the other guy. Admittedly you'd forgotten about him and now he's slammed you into a wall making you drop the first guy. The second guy has his hands around your throat as he holds you against the concrete. You claw at his hands for a moment before you manage to stabilize yourself enough to kick him in the chest. It's just strong enough to loosen his grip on your neck and you land a punch to his nose that makes him stumble back. You use magic to push him further away from you as you hunch over to catch your breath.
"Bitch move. I was distracted." You cough out as you elbow guy one in the face as he sneaks up behind you. "You better hope that doesn't fucking bruise." You point an accusatory finger at guy two. Guy one traps your arms at your side and guy two charges you. You kick your feet up and land a heel in guy two's neck.
"Stark it would be nice if you could help me!" You grunt as you free yourself from guy one.
"They disabled my suit- it's a bit hard to move at the moment." Tony yells from inside his suit.
"Are you kidding me?! Your stupid suit doesn't have some other power source?!" You grumble as you flip guy one.
"It's not the power source that's the problem." Tony yells. You roll your eyes as you take guy one by magic and slowly squeezing around his throat.
"Yo!" Guy two yells to get your attention. You roll your eyes and turn to look at him. He's managed to tear open the faceplate on Tony's suit and he's holding a knife to him.
"Gimme a break." You huff.
"Decide what is more important. You winning or his life." Guy two says.
"How primitive." You mutter.
"Y/n!" Tony says in warning.
"Choose girl." Guy two says. You open your palm and force guy two to remain frozen.
"Lucky for him, I don't have to choose." You say launching guy one at guy two with enough force to make them both hit the wall. You walk over to them and place handcuffs on them both before floating them a few feet off the ground.
"We've cleared floors five and three." You hear Loki's voice in your ear.
"Y/n give us a status update." Bucky says.
"I'm fine. We ran into some unpleasants but it's fine." You say.
"Do you need help?" Bucky asks.
"I handled it but Stark might need some help hobbling back to the jet if you wanna meet us up here." You say. When Loki and Bucky make it up they're immediately doting on you.
"Are you alright darling?" Loki asks.
"What the hell happened??" Bucky frowns.
"Why are those men in the air?" Loki looks up.
"Well I handcuffed them but nothing is stopping them from walking off so- I put them up there." You shrug.
"If it works it works." Bucky says.
"Can you guys grab Stark so we can leave?" You ask.
"Sure." Bucky hoists Tony off the ground and leans him against him.
"They disabled my fucking suit." Tony grumbles.
"Oh for fucks sake." You hold your hand out.
"Hey hey hey what the hell are you doing this is a billion-dollar suit!" Tony protests.
"Shut up." You mutter. A few moments later the suit seems to power on.
"Holy shit- did you fix it?" Tony frowns. You roll your eyes and use magic to leave the building with your two prisoners. Loki and Bucky follow shortly after with Tony.
"You know I had it-"
"I don't want to hear not a single word from you Stark. From here to the tower be quiet or I will make you quiet."  You cut him off with an icy glare.
"If you think you're in charge-" Tony's sentence stops with the snap of your fingers. Not because he stopped talking but because you did a spell to literally mute his voice that makes Loki double over laughing as you pile into the quinjet.
"Have you always been able to do that?" Bucky asks.
"Not always but since you've known me, yes." You mutter.
"Shit would've been so useful to know." Bucky muses as you set the course to head back to the tower free of Stark's commentary- though not by his choice.
When you arrive at the tower you're quick to send the prisoners to where they'll be kept and make your way to the meeting room where Steve is undoubtedly waiting to debrief.
"You know how you wanted to prove we could work on a team? Turns out the problem isn't fucking us." You say.
"Woah- what happened?" Steve frowns.
"Tony nearly got himself killed because he doesn't know how to fucking listen."
"It wasn't my fault." Tony groans.
"No? It wasn't your fault that you completed disregarded me when I told you not to go down alone when I sensed something was down there because you were too busy getting into a dick swinging contest with my boyfriend?"
"If he hadn't said anything in the first place this wouldn't have happened."
"If you thought with anything other than your ego for thirty seconds this wouldn't have happened. If you had just fucking listened to the person you were supposed to be on a team with this wouldn't have happened."
"Loki started it."
"You are such a child!"
"So your  boyfriend gets to mock me and I get berated for it."
"Only one of you jeopardized this mission so yes."
"Bucky, Loki, either one of you wanna tell me what's going on here?" Steve sighs and turns towards them who have just been watching the chaos from the door.
"We actually don't know." Loki says.
"She put a silence spell on Tony the whole way back. He was basically on mute and she was angry so we didn't ask her about what went down." Bucky says.
"All we know is they had a scuffle with some Hydra people who we brought back by the way- they're locked up downstairs I believe." Loki explains.
"You believe?" Steve frowns.
"Y/n used magic to get rid of them once we landed." Bucky says.
"Right okay- so this scuffle, how were you not involved? Did you split up?" Steve asks.
"We were in pairs- they started at the top and we started in the basement." Bucky says.
"Right okay so now I'm gonna need you to stop arguing long enough to explain what happened y/n." Steve says to you.
"Hello there were two of us why are you only asking her?!" Tony huffs.
"Because it sounds like the problem was you but you'll have your time to speak after her. Ladies first as they say. Be a gentleman for once in your life." Steve rolls his eyes.
"Fine. Whatever."
"Y/n." Steve prompts.
"Like they said we were in pairs. Stark and I started at the top and them in the basement. Whenever we finished clearing a floor we'd let them know and they'd do the same. We were working at roughly the same pace but Bucky and Loki at some point finished one floor before we did so Loki made a joke about Stark slowing me down. I told him not to say things like that because Stark's a bit sensitive and to prove my point Stark went all 'I'll prove I'm more efficient than all of you by doing the next floor on my own. You'll see- you'll all see' and I warned him. I told him there was something on the next floor and it wasn't safe for him to go alone but his big ass ego refused to listen to me. He went down by himself and got his shit rocked. They even disabled his suit. So I ended up having to fight them alone because I told Loki and Bucky to finish the sweep." You explain.
"Tony- if she said there was something down there what on earth would possess you to do the opposite?" Steve sighs.
"Well it's not like she'd proven trustworthy." Tony huffs.
"So what? You think she warned you about danger because she was playing a prank on you? Does that make any sense to you?!"
"When you put it like that-"
"It doesn't matter how you put it you prick what you did was dangerous and stupid and completely avoidable but you don't fucking listen." You glare at Tony. Loki grabs your shoulders and turns you to face him.
"Okay. You obviously have every reason to be pissed with him but we were successful. Even with his complete idiocy we all made it out darling." Loki says softly. You take a deep breath.
"Loki's right doll- as much as Tony deserves you don't have to lay into him that hard. I'm sure you had fun kicking their asses anyway." Bucky chuckles.
"Rogers. I don't about the rest of y'all but I can't work with someone who will deliberately disregard warnings and put whole teams at risk over his own ego. If Stark doesn't learn to listen I won't go on any other missions with him. He's too much of a risk." You say.
"Hey! I wasn't the one being tested here." Tony says.
"Yeah well maybe you should've been!" You snap back.
"She's got a point Tony. You were meant to be working as a team. You treated them as adversaries not teammates. Even so, they made sure the mission was a success. Y/n even saved your life it sounds like. You owe her an apology and a thank you." Steve says.
"Fine. Y/n- sorry for not listening and thanks for saving my ass." Tony grumbles out his apology.
"You guys did more than what was expected of you honestly so- I hope you know you're officially on the team and cleared for mission assignments." Steve says. You send Tony one last glare before leaving the room.
"We should- probably follow her." Loki looks at Bucky.
"Yeah. Thanks for the- status update pal. We're gonna go take care of our angry girl." Bucky says grabbing Loki and pulling him out after you.
When the pair get to your room you're pulling on a t-shirt that certainly belongs to one of them. Loki walks up to you first and plants a kiss on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.
"Regretting joining the do-gooders just yet?" Loki asks.
"No- but I do want to punch Stark in the face." You say leaning against him.
"Well from what I understand most of the others want to do that too so- sounds like you're right on track." Bucky says kissing your cheek.
"He has a funny way of keeping that reputation for himself." You mutter.
"Well- into the fire." Loki chuckles.
"We're Avengers now." You snort.
"We're Avengers." Bucky hums.
"How fucking weird is that." Loki muses. And you're sure it'll only get weirder from here on out, but as long as you have Loki and Bucky with you, you know it'll be fine.
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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 year
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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)
A/N: This phase is the second before the last, we're close to the end, so enjoy! -Danny
Words: 1,606
Phase Five Masterlist
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Listen to: ‘Shiver’ -by Coldplay
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i: Bad Timing
She'd taken a shower so Matt couldn't smell the gunpowder on her, then she grabbed one of his old shirts and sat in the living room to wait for him. She got up at least five times. Cat texted Harley to let him know she was back but he hadn't replied, he was busy trying to get an internship at Stark Industries.
Nightcrawler had moved to New Asgard where he could look like himself, he was still rather loyal to religion, and he'd told her that he prayed for her every night. For Cat that didn't hold meaning, it was her doing all the heavy lifting, and as time went by, said weight was getting heavier and heavier.
Cat's relationship was now in its fourth month of life, and it was a serious deal, but at the same time, they couldn't make it go anywhere. Matt and she spent the first two months together, but then Yelena called with jobs for her, and some would take weeks. The last one had taken half a month from her life.
Cat was exhausted, she either had too much time or none at all, she tried to remember if she'd ever had a moment of peace but her memory was short-termed and continuously lying to her. Nonetheless, she was set on telling Matthew everything.
This was the turning point of their story, or so she felt. He'd introduced her to his friends on Valentine's day, and she'd felt extremely out of place. They were older, talked about college and work, and had inside jokes, she was starving for little things, the details that made a person real.
Cat had spent most of her life with older people, the only friends her age she had were a religious mutant, the next Tony Stark, and a trained assassin, so she lacked experience when it came to interacting with normal people altogether.
The young woman went to the kitchen, she was sick to death of alcohol, and she would avoid it like the plague, which was complicated since Matthew loved hanging out at Josie's. She couldn't remember feeling that way about any other beverage. Her inner voice went 'I used to drink milkshakes all the time at—' but she stopped in confusion, she would rarely drink that during her youth, if not ever.
The blender drowned the steps and the squeak of a door as Daredevil entered his apartment. He walked until he was behind her. She moved sideways to look for a cup, Matthew waited in silence until she finished.
"You better be my boyfriend, 'cause if you're not, you'll die in an embarrassing way," Cat lifted the cup and drank without turning.
Matthew's smile emerged under the mask. "You're back."
She placed her drink on the counter and grabbed another cup for him. "You're late."
"I didn't know you'd be here," he made his way to the little table.  "When did you get here?"
"An hour ago," but she wasn't sure that was right. "Or so."
"I'm curious," he continued once she handed him the drink. "How were you planning to kill the intruder?"
"The blender. It's a big one so it can kill a person if I throw it hard enough."
"Well, coming back to a dead person in my house isn't my idea of a warm welcome."
"I guess not, but I—" she realized Matthew was in his Daredevil suit. "Hey, can you take that off? The way your mask stares right through me is disturbing."
"Sure, but I warn you," he seized the mask and pulled it off, he had a bruise on his cheek and dry blood on his nose. "I'll see right through you either way."
Cat scowled. "You're hurt!"
He seemed surprised. "Am I?"
She took the mask from him and examined it briefly, it was so worn out the material was falling apart. She tilted his face up. "Where were you tonight?"
"Can we talk about something else?" He wrapped his arms around her and gently sat her on his lap. "Tell me about your trip."
She pushed his arms away, placing his mask on the table. "Take your suit off."
"That eager, huh?" He smirked.
"I need to make sure you're not hurt elsewhere, jerk." Matthew sighed and took off the upper half of his suit. He was left shirtless. "You should consider paying a visit to that guy I told you about— the one that fixes suits? I heard he's good, he made one Kurt's..."
She made her way to the bedroom carrying the mask and half of the Daredevil suit. Matt raised his voice a little. "Can you pass me the file that's on the nightstand? I have a trial tomorrow and I need to review it..."
Cat hesitated, looking down at the paperwork. "You have a trial tomorrow?"
He got rid of the rest of his suit while she went to get the first-aid kit. Now he was only in his boxers. "Yeah, but I'll have the weekend free if everything goes to plan, we could go to Josie's and have drinks with Foggy and Karen?"
"I wanna talk about something first. Just us."
Matt frowned. "Oh?"
"We are in a relationship, right?" She felt her face getting warmer. "This is the first time I've been with someone for more than a week, so I'm not sure..."
He smiled. "Yes, we are together."
Cat tried to smile but it didn't happen. "Well, it's my job—" her phone broke the stillness surrounding them, she gave a start and looked at it reproachfully. "Sorry, give me a minute..."
"Sure," he grabbed the emergency kit and started to mend the wounds on his torso and face.
"Hello?" Cat answered.
"Hi."
"I'm having dinner, can we make this quick?" Yelena was always quick, but that was Cat's way of saying: "I'm with Matt, you need to speak in codes".
"We got a housesitting— one of those L.A. places."
"When are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow at three."
"What?" Cat exclaimed. "We just got back!"
"And we're leaving again. What's the problem? You know you can't say no anyway..."
She pinched the bridge of her nose, glancing at Matthew. "Send me the information, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Eat a lot, you might not have the chance to in the next few weeks..."
Cat hung up and went back to Matt, who was applying something to the bruise on his cheek.
"Was that your friend Lena?"
"Yes."
"You got a new gig?"
"I know you heard it, Matthew," she smiled a little.
He lifted his arm while Cat looked for more injuries. "We've barely spoken tonight."
"I know..."
"Why don't you stay? Let someone else take the job."
She looked at him, a little annoyed. "I signed a contract."
"Yeah, but you've been working nonstop for months, this is exploitation."
"Can you not get all lawyered up with me?" She replied defensively. "Don't talk to me like I don't know what I'm doing."
Matthew placed his hand on hers. "I don't want our only conversation to be about jobs."
"Good call," she sighed. "You're fine, only that bruise on your cheek. But it won't scar your pretty face. Now, where were we?"
He laughed. "You were going to say something about your job."
Cat's energy had abandoned her body, the hour she'd spent rehearsing her speech didn't matter at all now. She laughed tiredly as well, sitting back on the chair in front of him. "Right..."
The agent didn't feel guilty, but she cared about Matthew. He was the only person in the world who wanted her in spite of her shortcomings. She didn't consider it fair to drop such information and then go away right after.
"I'm gonna take a break," she concluded.
Matthew tilted his head. "You okay?"
She got up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked down at him intently. "Happy's going to move out next month, I'll start taking some of my things back."
"That's great," then he added, "that he's going back to his apartment."
"I'll get out of your hair soon," she ran a hand through it. "You'll have this place all to yourself again..."
"What if you don't go?"
The ground below her feet became mud, she felt unsteady. "M-move in?" Cat stammered.
"You don't want to."
"It's not that—"
"Am I going too fast?"
"Maybe, but—"
"You said this is your first relationship, I shouldn't have—"
"Shut up for a damn second," she snapped at him. "You didn't scare me."
Cat held his face to lock eyes with him, it didn't do much for Matthew, but it was important to her. She liked having his full attention.
"I miss my apartment," the woman explained patiently. "Felix can't visit me here, I want to have a place that's only mine, get to know who I am when no one's watching."
He stroked her hips tenderly. "You're going through stuff I sorted out years ago..." he removed her hands from his face and kissed them. "I didn't mean to pressure you, take your time."
"That's okay with you?" She blurted out in surprise.
"Yes," Matt eased her. "I can wait."
"Okay..." Cat bit her lip to stop a pout from forming.
What they had was fragile in her hands, and she was scared of squeezing it too tight or holding it so loosely it would drop. The man pulled her face down, he kissed her deeply.
"We should go to bed..." she mumbled against him. "We need to wake up early tomorrow..."
Matt got up, still holding her. He kissed her neck. "I'm not letting you sleep tonight..."
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13RW MASTERLIST
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hey! so i wanted to make a little masterlist of all my 13rw fanfictions – for my ocd, easy finding & just in case you weren't aware of my writing sideblog - @jensensfanfic. most of them are justin x reader, or clay x reader, but i am thinking of trying to slowly add more characters. these will likely be jessica, tony, zach, and alex. also, just so you know, my requests are very much open currently and probably for a long time - so if you have one just send an ask over on my fic blog and i'll see what i can do.
☆ now accepting (light) smut requests!
☆ = smut or smut themes
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CLAY JENSEN
HERE FOR YOU
Clay arrives at the library to get some studying done, but finds a very upset-looking Y/N.
BAD DREAMS
You have a nightmare, and seek out your best friend and crush, Clay, for comfort.
PILLOW FIGHT ☆
Clay has being doing homework for too long. You're starting to get very bored... and there's a big, fluffly pillow behind you-
THE LOVE ACT
After being best friends with Clay for as long as you can remember, you both finally start to feel that there is more between the two of you. Will either of you act on it?
DRABBLES/SHORTER FICS
“i’ve been thinking about you”
clay asking you to spring fling
more to come...
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JUSTIN FOLEY
YOUR PERSONAL HEADACHE
You bump into your former bully and Justin tries to help.
ENOUGH FOR TONIGHT
Justin checks up on you after you missed family dinner with the Jensen's. He finds you dozing amongst your homework.
MY BOY, MY SON
A 'missing scene' fic between Justin and Lainie.
SURPRISE ☆
Justin has a surprise for you. Clay interupts.
CELESTIAL (previously named 'couldn't believe') ☆
Your wealthy parents are hosting a dinner and want you to attend with the owners' son, who you hate. How will you get out of it? Maybe your best friend can help?
A BET IS A BET
Justin makes a bet with you, to score a goal for 50 bucks.
WET T-SHIRT CONTEST
You get a little bored and decide to start a water fight with your boyfriend.
PYRAMIDS AND SIRENS
You get injured during cheer practise, and Justin rushes to comfort you.
ONE TOO MANY
You have attended Jessica's party with your brother, Zach. Both of you get really drunk, and Justin is called to come pick you up.
MONET'S
You're the new kid at Liberty. You decide to grab and coffee at Monet's and end up being served by Justin.
FROZEN MEALS
While at Justin's, you notice that the dinner he's cooked for himself doesn't smell quite right. You try to get him to throw it out, then offer to buy him a replacement meal.
NOT JUST THE FLU
You come home from school to find Justin in your house. Clay tells you that he's just sick, but you suspect something else is going on. [includes: clay x twin!reader]
OUTHOUSE SHENANIGANS ☆
You're spending some 'quality time' with Justin, and you only have 10 minutes until Clay gets home.
DRABBLES/SHORTER FICS
"we're way too drunk for this."
justin gives you puppy eyes while you try to study
"...only i get to watch you fall apart" ☆
"QUICK-FIC" EVENT (FROM 2019)
A lot of these weren't given titles, so I'm just going to add the prompts and a small amount of info. Most of these are 500 words or much, much less.
JUSTIN
“Just pretend to be my date.” & “Oh shit. I’m in love with you.” - rich!reader, warnings: curse
“Those things you said last night… did you mean them?” & “Come sit down.”
“I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!”
“I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” - warnings: cursing, disapproving parents
CLAY
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” - [warnings: minor injury]
“Hug me already!” - brother!clay/reader is a jensen
"Come sit with me."
"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" - same prompt but different fic, warnings: blood and injury
“Take my hand.” & “We’re not a couple.” - warnings: reader has a fear of heights
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randominagines · 3 years
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Please would you write avengers reacting to meeting reader's ex that they are still really close to and realising the ex still has feelings for them?
Thanks for the request!
Pairing: Avengers x neutral reader
Warning: angst, fluff
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AVENGERS MEETING YOUR EX WHO STILL HAS FEELINGS FOR YOU:
TONY
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Tony is extremely smart, he doesn't even need to think about it: he immediately knows when someone has a crush on you and your ex definitely still wants you. Tony knows you're friends and he never really thought about it, he knows you love him so he is calm, but when he sees your ex for the first time he gets quite bored. "He has feelings for you, you know that?" He whispers as soon as he's gone. You frown. "Who?" You are so confused. "Him." He says while pointing at your ex. You shake your head. "No way we're just friends." You protest but Tony chuckles. "You are a friend, he's in love." He says and you shake your head and cross your arms over his shoulders. "He has no chances anyway, so." You say. Tony smiles while pulling you closer. "Good to know."
STEVE
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Steve is a bit more jealous than how he likes to admit: he can see how bad your ex is actually flirting with you, while you're totally sure you're nothing but good friends. Steve looks at you from a distance, he is not the type who makes a scene but he is quite bothered. When you ex finally goes away and you walk to your boyfriend, he raises an eyebrow. "So, you broke up with him but you're on good terms, right?" He asks and you nodd. "Yes, why do you ask, baby?" You ask and he shrugs. "Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if you realized that he wants you back." He casually says. You widen your eyes. "What? Why do you think so?" You ask in shock. He chuckle while putting a hand on your hip. "I know when someone likes you, baby."
THOR
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Thor is definitely the type who makes a scene: he doesn't like when other people flirt with you, let alone your ex. He notices the way the boy tries to touch you and he can't hold himself back. He walks to you, his hand sliding on your hip. "Babe, I finally found you." He whispers while looking at you. "You must be Thor, y/n told me about you." The boy says and you nod. "Yes, here I am." He says with a polite but fake smile. Your ex chuckles. "You're very lucky, y/n is beautiful and smart, make sure to treat--" Thor doesn't even let him finish, he nervously chuckles. "I know I'm lucky and I know how amazing this person is," he says while looking at you. "Y/n is safe with me." He concludes and the boy nodds while going away. Thor sighs. "Can't believe he was flirting with you just in front of me." He says and you frown. "Y/e/n?" You ask in confusion. Thor nervously adjusts his shirt and laughs, he always does this when he's nervous. "Yeah, totally." He says with a playful tone. You laugh while shaking your head.
NATASHA
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Natasha is territorial. She isn't even jealous, she knows you're hers as much as she's yours, she just likes to mark her territory. She looks at you while your ex sits next to you and tries to flirt with you, you don't even realise because you care about no one except Natasha, but she does. She walks to you and sits in front of you. "Babe, sorry to interrupt you while she flirts with you, but--" she says but your ex widens her eyes. "Me? I was not... I mean..." she stumbles in her own words. Natasha tilts her head and looks at her with a triumphant smile. "You were not?" She asks. The girl blushes while looking at you. "I'm sorry, didn't know your girlfriend was around, I'll go." She apologises while standing up. You chuckle and roll your eyes. "Baby, was this necessary?" Natasha smiles and shrugs. "I had fun."
WANDA
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Wanda is jealous and she is aware of it. She immediately realizes that the ex you stayed on good terms with is not so friendly after all. She keeps trying to touch you and her body language says that she still wants you. Wanda stays away to calm herself down and silently waits for you to walk to her. "Baby, what's wrong?" You ask as soon as you notice she is weird. She shrugs. "Just witnessed your ex flirting with you since she still has feelings for you, that's all." She says and you open your mouth, a small gasp escaping your lips. "She did what?" You are in shock. Wanda raises her head, her powers dancing between her fingers. She looks at her hand, eyes fierce and scary. "I was tempted to kick her outside for a second." She admits. You shake your head and grab her hand. "I love you, I don't care about her anymore, it's just a friend." You reassure her. Wanda immediately relaxes, you have the power to instantly calm her.
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Never Have I Ever (Youtube AU)
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never have i ever with tony and peter was the most terrible idea, ever.
pairing: peter parker x youtuber!stark!reader
status: dating
warning: language and suggestiveness
disclaimer: both the reader and peter are over 18 in this fic. enjoy!
"okay, you guys ready?"
"yup" peter smiled at his girlfriend, excited to be in one of her videos again.
"whatever" her father rolled his eyes, not wanting to participate one bit coz he knew it was about to be a disaster.
"wow dad, love the enthusiasm" y/n rolled her eyes, like father like daughter.
"i know this is a trap"
"yet you fell for it" she smirked. tony was about to protest but his daughter cut him off with her usual loud ass intro-
"HELLO EVERYONE, welcome! today im here with two-"
"i swear to the god of thunder that's devouring out poptarts right now,  if you say 'two very special guests' i will disown you." tony interrupted, making a few avengers snicker. they weren't particularly in the video. y/n for some reason thought it would be nice to film in the living room, to make it look more 'natural' plus the fans love when an avenger casually pops up, so its a win win!
"a little aggressive there, tones" rhodey appeared walking behind them to grab something from the lab.
"what? i didn't raise my daughter to be basic-"
"would you guys QUIT IT" y/n snapped.
"sorry, honey."
"moving on" she sighed "today im with my all time favourite guest, which seems to be yours too..my boyfriend, peter!" y/n leaned her head to his shoulder as peter smiled adorably to the camera, giving it a little wave.
"hey guys!"
"and my father, Tony Stark" she gestured to him plainly as a joke which made tony visibly offended.
"for the record here, all the views you'll get after you upload this video? will be because of me"
"oh you wish, dad. you honestly don't understand how much of a fanbase pete has now" y/n laughed, rubbing peter's back proudly. peter looked shocked himself.
"i-i have a fanbase?" his brown eyes widened.
"yeah but we're not gonna talk about that now"
"wait, why not?-"
"because she doesn't wanna tell you that the fans think you're good in bed" Nat blurted out while casually sipping her coffee.
"NATALIA ALIANOVNA ROMANOVA" steve shouted from across the hall. you could practically feel his stern face. "HE'S JUST A GODDAMN KID" his voice echoed through the stair case.
"tell that to the GODDAMN MINORS THAT WROTE THOSE COMMENTS" she shouted back.
...
"what are we doing again, babe?" peter cleared his throat.
"oh, uhm yeah. TODAY we're gonna be playing Never Have I Ever! boyfriend and dad edition!" she announced "i'll have a set of questions and you guys have to flip the sign whenever you answer 'i have' or 'have not' got it?"
they both nodded
"okay, perfect" y/n cleared her throat "OH! i forgot to mention that i posted on my story what question i should ask them and a LOT of you replied! so thanks for that" she laughed, grateful for all the support her fans gave her.
it was like the weird connection where you dont know the person yet you guys are so close. maybe its because her fans were mostly the same age as her? or the fact the she's still young and uses social media regularly so she does reply to the comments and edits they made of her regularly?. sometime it may lead to her reposting it on her story, which were mostly edits of her and peter. it always brought a smile to her face and she loves it.
"okay!" y/n scrolled through the questions trying not to show them to the nosy people beside her. "guys!" she laughed covering her phone with her lap. "so the first one is, never have i ever, rode a motorcycle.."
peter sighed disappointedly and raised the 'have not' while tony proudly raised 'i have'
"of course you did" y/n rolled her eyes, making him laugh.
"what can i say, you have a cool dad" he looked to the camera and smirked
"yeah okay, Never have I ever, sang karaoke?"
"pfff seriously y/n/n?" peter spoke, both him and tony raised the 'i have' remembering all the embarrassing karaoke parties that were hosted in that very room, they were fun....except when it gets too competitive that no one could speak the following day.
"yeah y/n/n, i expected more from you" sam chirped in with his stupid bag of pringles.
"fine" y/n huffed "Never have I ever, gone skinny dipping with someone?" y/n internally cringed, immediately regretting asking the question.
"wow okay"
"shut the fuck up, samantha" she clenched her jaw. Nat and Tony's faces were rightfully shocked, while as peter? well he was as red as a tomato. screw that sign, he shook his head "no" so hard it made him dizzy.
as promised, tony was honest and raised the 'i have sign' and to make it worse, nat scooted closer to tony, making her visible to the frame, took tony's sign and raised it as well with a shameless smile.
"oh my god ew!" y/n covered her face "this was a bad idea"
"you think?" peter whispered.
"oh you guys ain't stopping now, im fully invested in this" somehow bucky ended up watching the whole thing while devouring that poor bag of chips as well.
"when did you get in he- okay never mind. never have i ever...." y/n tutted, each question she's received kept getting more and more graphic "wow, you guys did not hold back" she whispered
"oh, give me!" nat snatched the phone and looked through the questions herself. "oh y/n, nothing we've never talked about before" she waved her hand with a shrug. "Never Have I ever, given/received a lap dance" she snorted, and raised the 'i have'
"NAT" y/n was about to murder that littl-
*peter flipping the sign to 'i have' obliviously *
that fucking idiot.
the poor guy was happy that he finally had a decent question he could answer with an 'i have' that he didn't even think of what it might, or in fact, DID imply.
"wait, i'm sorry wHAT?" Sam screeched, and when i tell you screeched, i mean a full on traumatized, full of emotion screech. bucky and nat burst out in laughter, falling to the floor dramatically.
"10 bucks, bucky!" she teased holding her hand out as bucky gave her the 10 bucks with tears forming in his eyes.
"WHAT?" y/n looked at them in disbelief.
"what??? i knew peter was hiding something and those idiots didn't believe me so we betted on it! im still waiting for your 50,  sam" but sam was too busy to think of losing 50 dollars right now. he was petrified.
"i honestly wanna know what the father thinks about all of this" nat teased, looking at tony who had a stone cold expression. he cleared his throat,
"i would like everyone to answer the question. YES y/n, i'm talking to you" he slowly turned his face to meet his daughters and peter's eyes' which looked like its been haunted by ghosts over the last 200 decades.
"we should seriously go to the next ques-"
"Y/N LENORA STARK, ANSWER THE QUESTION" Tony was fuming, yet he kept his chill for the sake of the video that was about to be out for the public eye.
y/n sighed deeply, gently taking the sign from peter and raised it to an 'i have'.
that was it.
"turn the camera off"
"nO " for the first time in the last 5 minutes, peter spoke- well, squeaked. terrified for his well being in the next few minutes.
"no dad, we're gonna continue this and finish the game. I'm an adult! i can do whatever the fuck i want!" even though her heart was racing a 1000 miles per hour, she was tired of being treated like little kid.
"okay fine...fine. i'll continue, only because i wanna see where this is going" he turned to nat signalling her to continue. nat was about to ask another question when he suddenly interrupted her. "ACTUALLY, i have a question for parker"
shit.
"never have YOU ever touched my daughters ass?" tony asked, as if its a normal question to ask your daughters boyfriend. y/n's eyes skyrocketed to the moon and back as peters soul left his body. Sam couldn't contain his laughter and wheezed the silence away.
"uhm uh uh- what?" peter cleared his throat, subconsciously moving away from y/n by how hard tony was glaring at him.
"dad" y/n laughed nervously. "that's not how the game works-"
"yeah i know,  but i wanna know his answer" he turned to the boy that was about to shit his pants "peter" his tone could cut like a fucking knife "have you ever touch MY daughter's ass?"
see there were two options here, either web y/n and go to Barcelona like they've planned for their future? or confess to a fuming billionaire who could blast his head in a matter of 5 seconds.
"i-i- " peter did neither. he couldn't even form a sentence. the whole room went silent as they've watched what tony was about to do next.
"yes or no, peter" tony got impatient, trying to think of million ways on how to kill a guy but not really killing him, you know?
peter reluctantly took his sign, and looked at his girlfriend to mouth an 'i love you'. as he prayed to not have a painful death. slowly, he raised his sign to an 'i have' not bothering to open his eyes.
"that's it-" with one swift motion, peter heard the sound of metal clinking so he opened his eyes to see that tony was putting on his suit. hands in front of him, ready to fire.
"DAD-"
"shut it, y/n. its not like im actually gonna kil-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" peter ran for his life. only a few seconds later running back to lift y/n by her waist, and rest her on his right shoulder, then speeding to the door. "COME VISIT US IN BARCELONA"
*door closing*
....
"what just happened?" sam blurted out looking at the door as nat sighed in disappointment,
"goddammit tony. if you didn't act like a total maniac, we could've known if they've ever roleplayed
it was a little rushed, but hope you guys liked it!
have a wonderful day :)
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lemon-boy-stan · 3 years
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WEBSLINGER
summary: boyfriend by day, superhero by night. jeon jungkook is seoul’s friendly neighborhood spiderman, however things are always easier said than done. in order to look after the city and its people, jungkook must sacrifice time and love to protect the people closest to him. genre: angst, spiderkook au. warnings: literally just my bad writing, there’s not even any swearing in this one. a/n: the photo used is not mine, i just used a mockup.
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You felt like you'd just been slapped. Your boyfriend of three years and best friend for even longer had just said he wouldn't be attending your birthday party.
"What do you mean, 'you can't go'?" You felt the tears picking at your eyes, this wasn't the first time Jungkook had ditched you for his internship. "It's - we're supposed to greet people together!"
"Look, I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you. But Mr. Stark is waiting." Jungkook looked over to the door of your house before nervously brushing back his hair, he hoped you couldn't tell he was lying, neither Tony Stark or Happy Hogan had called him. But the city and its victims had, and Seoul's crime rate seemed to be going up every night.
Jungkook wished he could tell you but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place - the hard place being safety, and love. If you didn't know who he was you would probably hate him forever but you would have an alibi and be safe. If you knew who he was you would probably forgive him but be a constant target.
"Fine," you bit your cheek, "whatever." You scoffed before turning away, hugging yourself. "Y/N -" Jungkook whispered. You rolled your eyes. He sighed, "I love you."
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It was your eighteenth birthday and it was supposed to be the biggest night of your life but you figured that it was pointless if the most important person in your life wasn't even there to celebrate.
You couldn't believe it. On his eighteenth birthday, you cancelled work and threw a surprise party for him. And he wasn't even here to celebrate yours!
There was no way that photocopying things and getting coffee was more important than celebrating your birthday.
Maybe he'd met someone more interesting at the internship. That seemed likely, actually. Jungkook was in the school's academic decathalon and there was a possibility that he would prefer to date someone smart over... you.
That made a lot of sense, seeing as his stupid internship happened literally every night. Or maybe it was because of Spider-Man. You knew that Jungkook knew him, because Jimin said so.
Of course the webslinger was a better than you. Jungkook was probably hanging out with the masked vigilante right now and talking about how annoying you were. You didn't blame him.
You thought of all the times he'd ditched you for the Stark Internship. And then you were crying, and you couldn't stop.
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As he sat on top of the apartment building, Jungkook loathed himself. This wasn't even his job. He wasn't even an actual Avenger yet.
And yet here he was, skipping his girlfriend's birthday party to look after the rest of the city.
There was barely anything to do. It was cold and empty and miserable. Jungkook sighed, checking the time on his phone.
A pang of guilt shot through him. His lockscreen was the same every year because the photo was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Three years ago, he and his friends and Y/N had gone to a carnaval together. They'd asked someone to take the photo for them.
Y/N had dumped an ice-cream on his head as the person took the photo. It was incredible. His phone buzzed and he knew what he had to do.
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A massive bird flew through your window with a thump and you screamed, you hated birds. The bird got up and cursed loudly and you flicked the light on.
Turned out that the bird wasn't a bird. The bird was actually Spider-Man. So Jungkook wasn't hanging out with him and he was actually hanging out with someone else.
You sniffed, "Do you know my boyfriend?" You paced over to the door and back and the masked vigilante watched you like he was studying your every move. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Do you know Jeon Jungkook?"
"Uh, yeah," he fiddled with his fingers. Funny, Jungkook did that when he was nervous. "He's a good guy. Uh, solid dude."
You sniffed again, "What does he do at the Stark Internship?" You looked down, "He never told me."
Spider-Man cleared his throat again, "uh, I think he writes reports or something. Not sure, sorry." You sighed. "Does he - does he have a girlfriend at the Stark Internship?"
"What?" You knew that Spider-Man was frowning even under the mask. "Uh," he made his voice deeper again, "no, he doesn't. Why would he?"
You sniffed, "He just - he's always leaving me. Every night. And he says it's because of the internship but maybe - maybe I'm boring him or - or maybe he doesn't-" You didn't want to say it.
"Love you?" Spider-Man spoke almost bitterly. “Trust me,” he was so soft-spoken, just like Jungkook. “He loves you. A lot.” 
You frowned, you weren’t buying this. Did Jungkook get Spider-Man to come and see you? Why couldn’t he have come himself? “Well, then, why isn’t he here?” you crossed your arms, “and why are you here instead?” 
“But he is here,” Spider-Man stepped forwards, advancing. Then he took off his mask, revealing a tear-strewn face. “And he’s really, really sorry for being such a dick.” he spoke in that ridiculous low voice again. “And he wanted to say he loves you, and happy birthday.”
“It’s you,” you were at a loss for words. “How - why - you didn’t - it’s so dangerous!” you were crying again. “So when they robbed the ATM, that was you?” you stared at him. 
He nodded, “yeah.” he sighed, “I’m really, really sorry that I’ve lied to you about it and made you feel like shit. I just. If anything happened to you -” a lump formed in his throat and he brushed back a strand of his hair. “If anything happened to you -” his voice broke. “You have to promise you won’t tell anyone.” he finished, putting a silver necklace around your neck. 
The tiny spider charm glistened in the moonlight as the laughter from the party traveled up the stairs. He kissed you roughly on the lips, “promise,” he whispered. There was nothing to do but nod and say, “I love you.”
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vanderlustwords · 3 years
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We're Going There || part i
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥
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Summary: Bucky's just bidding his time because something's always in the way. When you have someone, he doesn't. When he has someone, you don't. But the way you look at each other, Bucky knows exactly where it's going. [angst with happy ending]
Note: Inspired by the song 'There's No Way' by Lauv ft. Julia Michaels. Bucky as an ex is unparalleled. There'll be 2 or 3 parts to this! Comment to be added to a taglist for the next part! :) *psa this isn’t a cheating fic*
If any of you watch psych, know that I extra love you LMAO
Warnings: Pining, a lil spicy, petnames (honey, doll, baby), a lil angst.
Count: ~3k
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You fall back against the wall, chest heaving heavily.
You try to pull back, but there's nowhere to go. You don't think you want to go far, anyway. It's evident in the way your hands are clutching his dress shirt desperately.
"We shouldn't. This is a bad idea," you whisper.
His eyes open, and you feel your heart flutter at his cobalt eyes, dark with desires as he stares at you. You can feel his breath on your lips as he pants.
Bucky grins at you, encasing your head between his arms. "Is it, though?" He brushes his lips against yours, sending chills down your spine. "Or has it been a long time comin'?"
Bucky keeps pressing his lips against yours over and over in short, chaste kisses. "I haven't stopped thinkin' about you since the day you left, honey."
He tastes like whiskey and mint, and your hands clench tighter unwittingly. Your body feels flush with heat. You still stand by your words—this was an undoubtedly bad idea. There had been a reason you left after all.
"Admit it," Bucky lifts one of his hands from the wall, cupping your jaw lightly as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. "Six months of all that tension has just been a lead-up to this. We're going there, honey. We're going all the way for good this time."
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<Six Months Ago>
You felt your heart fluttering in your chest, filled with nerves and anxiety.
It's been two years—two years since you've been James Buchanan Barnes.
Two years since you've broken up.
You run your hand through the side of your hair nervously, trying to not think about it. The last argument, the last words, before silence.
"Are you okay?"
You turn your head over and smile at the concerned look.
"Yeah," you put your hand down in your lap. "It's just been a while since seeing the entire team, you know? So much has changed."
There's a deep, gravelly laugh before a large hand settles on top of yours. "Yeah, you probably weren't expecting to be in Santa Barbara that long, but chasing powered serial killers take longer than you expected, huh? Also doesn't help you met an incredibly handsome man. You nervous about introducing me to the team?"
You cock your brow at him with a smirk. "You nervous about meeting a bunch of superheroes?"
"Oh, but sweetheart, I'm also a superhero," he puts his fingers up dramatically to his temples. "A psychic."
You roll your eyes playfully as your shove him with a laugh. "Santa Barbara may buy that, but I saw through that schtick after our first case. You know Wanda and Vision will know immediately too, right? In fact, many of them will be able to figure it out."
"Well, I mean...psychic is such a loose term. Who can truly say my skills of deduction aren't visionary?" He puckered his lip in avoidance. "What matters is that my visions stay visionary in Santa Barbara. So..."
You sigh, "Already ahead of you. I've already emailed Natasha that my boyfriend, Shawn Spencer, is a fraudulent psychic and to please ask the team to say nothing about it."
Shawn whines, "Babe! You're not going to even try to let me see if I can trick 'em?"
"Shawn...there is a literal magical witch, an AI that can read your mind, a God and multiple trained biologically enhanced agents. You're not fooling anyone here."
"You, my dear, are a spoiled sport," he sticks his tongue out at you, and you laugh as he leans over and kisses your nose. "I'm really glad I could come with you."
You continue to smile because you like Shawn, and Shawn likes you. Despite everything that had happened, Shawn wanted to try to make it work even though you were being hauled back to New York.
You wondered if it would work. After all, you were anxious to see Bucky again, and Shawn had been anxious to leave Juliette behind.
"Me too."
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Bucky checked his reflection in the mirror for the 16th time that day.
He just freshly got a haircut and had that stubble you always liked. He wasn't trying to do it for you per se...but knowing you were coming back after all this time, Bucky was nervous as hell.
Two years of silence gave him a lot of time to miss you. Shit, he'd been such a punk. He should've let Steve and Natasha smack him upside the head when it was all going down.
Knock some sense into him that he was losing the best thing in his life.
Honestly, the worst part is that Bucky doesn't even remember what the two of you even argued about daily. There had been deep, underlying issues that you had tried to bring up and that he was trying to suppress.
The nightmares.
The lack of communication.
The mandated therapy.
You had felt alone.
Bucky sighed. Shit, he really was an asshole.
But Bucky was ready to prove to you that he's changed. That losing you had changed him. He had gone to therapy religiously and done the work to help himself.
He'd also seen people on and off, no one ever really sticking the landing for him. Bucky knows it's probably because he's holding out for you.
There was a sudden knock on his door.
"Come in," Bucky said as he tried to fix up his hair one last time.
"Hey."
Bucky could see in the mirror that it was Nat. She looked rather tense as she had her arm crossed.
"What's wrong?" Bucky asked as he turned to her. "We should probably head down soon. She's gonna be here in an hour."
"Yeah," Nat said softly. "About that..."
Bucky's heart immediately starts to speed up, worry wracking through him.
"What? What's wrong?" Bucky immediately asks again. "Is there something wrong with her flight? Is she—Did she decide she's not coming back?"
Nat shakes her head. "No, no. She's coming back. I just checked my emails, though, and thought I should warn you."
Bucky stares at Nat, silent as he waits for her news—bad news, it seems.
"She's dating, Buck. She's bringing her boyfriend home with her."
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Everyone was outside the Compound, ready to greet you, when your cab pulled up.
"It's been way too long," Natasha said as she pulled you into a tight hug. Wanda hugged you right after Natasha let go.
"It's not the same here without you," she said in your ear, and you smiled and patted her back.
"Yeah, I'm really happy to be home too," you say.
Steve pulls you into a hug that lifts you off the ground and a spin. "Good to have you home." He lets you down before he joins Shawn in pulling your bags out.
"I got it," Steve said as he clapped Shawn on the back in greeting and pulled out the bags at once with ease.
"I could've lifted it," Shawn says with a joking jilt of his chin.
"But I just wanted to see your muscles in action. I'm trying really hard to not have a man-crush on you right now. Can we take a picture? Gus is going to be so jealous."
Steve laughs with a shake of his head as he sets the bag down and leans into the frame of Shawn's phone for a photo.
You sigh as you turn to everyone. "Well, this my boyfriend everyone. Shawn Spencer, everyone. Everyone, Shawn Spencer."
"Nailed the introduction, firecracker," Tony smirked as he bumped fists with you and turned to Shawn. "So, this is the famous psychic we've heard literally nothing about except for a paragraph long email today?"
"That would be me," Shawn dramatically bowed.
"Don't buy it one bit," Tony puckers his lips. "But I guess it's just observation skills, meh."
"Please do not reduce my powers to such things, Mr. Stark. In fact, let me get a reading on you," Shawn brings his fingers to his temple, and you sigh again as Tony looks curious.
Shawn does that thing where he squints, and you try to not roll your eyes with a laugh. "You, Mr. Stark, have had three and a half cups of coffee, you've been wearing the same shirt for 3 days now, and you're in the midst of a breakthrough on your prosthetic project but your lovely wife has specifically threatened to strangle you and leave you in the dog house if you didn't take a break. You're supposed to call in and check in with her in the next..." Shawn hums, "ten minutes to let her know how my lovely girlfriend is since she couldn't make it."
Tony's mouth drops. "What—How did you—"
Shawn looks so smug as he cockily swipes his thumb under his nose. "What can I say, the spirits speak to me."
"And it's your B.O. that we can all smell, the coffee stains on your pants and tremors in your hand, you're still wearing a prosthetic prototype, and you keep checking the time so you don't miss check-in time with Pepper," you drawl.
"Ugh, babe!" Shawn whines, but there's a twinkle in his eye.
You shake your head as everyone introduces themselves to Shawn. As people begin to crowd around him, you're finally left with the last person in view.
Your breath hitches in the back of your throat.
Bucky Barnes stands in the back, looking equally winded by seeing you.
He looks...good. Healthier, happier than the last time you saw him. The dark circles have vastly reduced, and while he was always muscular, he looks like he hasn't skipped any meals. He's not as pallor.
The chattering becomes a distant noise as Bucky approaches you.
"Hey," Bucky says first, and his tone is so gentle, so soft that it makes you sigh with relief.
"Hey," you give him a small smile. "You look really good, Bucky."
He smiles back at you, genuinely happy, but there's something sad just underneath it. "Thanks. After you—uh—left, it kicked me into gear to get the help I needed. I don't even have to see my therapist anymore, but I still check in every three to four months."
Your smile gets wider, but your eyes are slightly sad. "I"m really happy and proud of you, Buck," you say, and you are. You really are. But at the same time, you can't help think there's a little tragedy that you had to leave, that things had to end for Bucky to decide to want to help himself.
Bucky swallows. "You look good, too. All that California sun did you good, huh?"
You bring your hand to your mouth as you laugh a little. "It did. It was a good change of scenery."
"Happy to be home, though?"
You stare at Bucky for a long moment before you nod.
"Very happy."
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Bucky stares at you in the distance as he holds his drink and lingers at the bar.
He watches you laugh and something Natasha says and watches your boyfriend place his hand on the small of your back.
It's just a small get-together to welcome you home, though the floor is packed because so many people are happy to see you. You were always the brightest part of people's day. Of course, they're so glad for you to come home.
Bucky tries to not feel devastated about the fact he probably dimmed a little bit of your light the last few months before it was over and before you left.
But that light looks like it returned, and Bucky is happy for it as much as he's heartbroken. Because it's not him that helped you get that light back. It's your boyfriend, who seemingly only has a wardrobe of oversized jeans, run-down sneakers, and dress shirts. It's a very odd combination.
"How you feelin', pal?"
Steve slides up to Bucky, drink in hand as well, and Bucky just shrugs. Steve knew that Bucky had been so excited for you to come home, so excited to try to make things right and win you back.
"Think I blew it," Bucky admits as he keeps watching you. unable to rip his eyes away. "I should've called her, should've gone to Santa Barbara but I really wanted to get my shit together before I saw her."
Steve purses his lips as he looks down, unsure how to comfort his best friend.
"It'll be alright, Buck," he says as he bumps his shoulder against Bucky's. "If it's meant to be, it will. If not, you'll have her as a friend if you want and there's plenty of fish in the sea."
Bucky snorts. "Now that you're dating Sharon, you're full of wise dating advice now, huh?"
Steve grins. "Can't always be a punk."
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"You sure you're good out here?"
You nod as you kiss Shawn on the cheek. "Yeah, go on back inside. I know you want to try to lift Thor's hammer. You've got to facetime Gus too so he can be here in spirit. Gus'll never forgive you if you forget."
"Oh, right," Shawn laughs. "Alright, see you in a bit?"
You nod again.
When you're left to your own devices, you let out a sigh.
Things are strange. A part of you doesn't really know if bringing Shawn was the right idea—if trying to make it work was the right idea.
You had seen his phone earlier, just by coincidence, when he pulled it out to check who was calling him.
It was Juliette, probably checking to make sure things were okay.
You love Juliette, you do, and you respect her as a colleague and a friend you've gotten to know. You just try not to think about how she's probably still in love with Shawn, that the reason they had only split up was that she wasn't ready to get married when Shawn popped the question six months ago. Shawn said she had stuttered when he tried to ask her when she'd be ready.
It was surprising to everyone.
You think Shawn's probably still in love with her, too, but he's just too good of a guy to not try to make this work between the two of you.
You can't blame him.
After all, one look at Bucky Barnes had you swallowing back all the feelings, the denial you were still in love with him too. But you were still going to try to make it work with Shawn because you think there's just too much history between you and Bucky to try to make it work.
There were too many hurt feelings, and things left unsaid when it was over.
The balcony doors open, and you jump in surprise.
"Oh, shit—sorry, I didn't think anyone was out here."
You place your hand over your heart and calm yourself when you realize it was Bucky.
"Just getting some fresh air. It's getting a little overwhelming," you let out a chuckle.
"Yeah, you're definitely the center of attention tonight with it being your party and all," Bucky grins, and you grin back.
Bucky comes and joins you over the railing as you peer out into the distance, into the trees and night sky.
Silence envelopes the two of you.
You suddenly feel more melancholy.
"I'm sorry," Bucky suddenly says.
You turn your head and blink at him.
"Sorry?" You repeat unsurely.
Bucky turns to you fully and nods somberly. "For everything that led up to you leaving. For the terrible, terrible things I said. For how I really hurt you when you were just trying to help."
You instantly feel something raw claw at the back of your throat, something stinging in your eyes.
You suddenly hear the last words Bucky had said to your flash in your mind.
"Jesus fucking Christ! Do you know how unbelievably aggravating it is to have you bring this up every other day? I'm not one of your little projects for you to fix. I've asked you to leave it be for me to deal with and you're constantly getting on my case about it. I can't get a moment of peace with you around!"
You pinch your forearm subtly. That had been two years ago. It didn't hurt as much anymore, but it had been those words that pushed you to the outside.
But Bucky is standing before you now, apologizing and looking better, and you just want to let it go.
"It's okay," you give him a small smile. "I know you were just hurting."
Bucky purses his lips because it's not really okay, it'll never be okay, and he wants to make it up to you even if he doesn't know how exactly yet.
"Are you happy?" Bucky asks, and you look surprised.
"Happy?"
Bucky nods. "No one deserves to be happier than you, not in my book anyway. Even though you were gone, I never stopped caring. I'll never stop caring."
The words ring your heart painfully.
A part of you wished Bucky never said that, and a part of you can't help but be elated.
But caring hadn't been enough the first time around. It's probably not enough now.
"Yeah, I think I am," you tell Bucky. "Shawn...gets me. I get him. We're working with what we have and I think that's enough for me."
It's a strange answer, but Bucky nods because despite him thinking you deserve more than that, you said it was enough for you.
Bucky wonders if he should hold on or let go.
But as you smile at him before turning back, the moon illuminating you with a slight breeze, Bucky doesn't think he can ever let go.
So, he's content to watch you.
"I'll always care about you too, Bucky," you say softly. "I hope we both get to be happy. You deserve happiness too, more than anyone. At least to me."
Yeah, Bucky thinks as he feels an odd pang thud in his chest, right against his ribs. He's content to watch until he knows he can't anymore.
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