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The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 1

This is my first time publishing any of my reader insert work so don’t be too hard on me. Y/N is a psych student that needs a favor and asks her therapist for help. Lmk if you want to see more.

It was an unmistakable conflict of interest, your relationship with Hannibal. He was your therapist, your mentor, your partner, and many years your senior to boot. You recognized this monumental power imbalance. You put on a façade of embarrassment for the people who expected it; people whose proclivities were done in the shadows and therefore easier to get away with. Why should you be expected to rationalize your loving, mutually beneficial relationship to a person who regularly cheats on her boyfriend?

You'd dated men your own age before, and without fail, you always found yourself waiting for them to grow up. Hannibal made you feel comfortable. Both emotionally and physically. You had a side of his bed and a spot in his arms to fall asleep in every night. Given the choice, you could truthfully say you'd never want to leave his arms.

Like many unlikely relationships, it didn’t start out in the most romantic of ways. Clutching your laptop under your raincoat, you hesitated knocking. Your therapist had, of course, seen you at your lowest points and was sworn to secrecy, but this was a low you didn’t want even him to see. Standing outside of his home, in the so-incredibly-not-business-hours dead of night with mascara running down your face.

You finally worked up the nerve to knock, telling yourself that he was probably asleep and wouldn’t hear you. This rationalization fell apart when the interior light turned on and the door unlocked. Although you’d been seeing Dr. Lecter for quite a while, his presence never failed to intimidate you. Now it was even worse. His severe expression was fixated on you as he silently awaited an explanation.

“Dr. Lecter...” You lowered your head and fumbled with your computer. You made a point to kiss your last shreds of dignity goodbye before you opened your mouth again. “...could I please borrow a book?”

Dr. Lecter narrowed his eyes. “I take it by the hour, this is an urgent matter, Miss [L/N]?”

“My midterm. It’s due in...” You glanced at your watch. “Eight hours.”

“Well you don’t have a moment to waste, now do you?” Dr. Lecter said, a slight upturn in his voice connoting amusement. “Come in. Let’s find you that book.”

You felt your muscles relax as he stepped aside to let you in. The house was spacious. Much too large for one person. That was really the only thing you could bring yourself to notice before he shut the door behind you.

“Now what is this all-important book of yours called?” He asked, pulling your raincoat from your shoulders like he always did.

“It’s called Thought Reform and the Psychology of Totalism.” You explained, tucking your computer under your arm. “By Robert Jay Lifton.”

“You’re in luck, Miss [L/N].” His thin lips turned up into a smile. “I have a copy from my own years as a student.”

You breathed an audible sigh of relief. You tensed your muscles and held in your excitement at the prospect of something finally going according to plan, even if that plan was your third or fourth backup.

You followed him into his office, which reminded you more of Belle’s library than any workspace you’d ever encountered. He must have had thousands of books in this room alone.

“It’s a fascinating read, but not one you could finish in eight hours.” Dr. Lecter's voice echoed from somewhere in the office, getting lost in the books. “Even for the most ravenous of psychology students, of which I know you to be.”

"Hardly." You muttered under your breath. "If that were the case, I wouldn't be begging for help at 2am before the final paper is due."

"Procrastination is only human, my dear." He assured you, his voice drawing closer. "It's common in those with deep-rooted insecurities about their competency."

"Now that sounds more like me." You joked, leaning back on your heels. "Should you really be trying to validate my bad habits? I feel like that's counterproductive."

"Scolding you would be more counterproductive." He corrected. "You've been scolded many times before and you continue your bad habits. Only when we get to the root of your behavior can you begin to reverse it."

He emerged from the bookshelves and handed you a beat-up copy of Thought Reform and the Psychology of Totalism, which you graciously accepted.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Lecter.” You said, placing your hand over your heart. "I owe you my life."

"I'd hardly equate your life to a used book, Miss [L/N]." Dr. Lecter said. "I feel like, as your therapist, we should talk about why you do."

You looked away, smiling sheepishly. "Maybe sometime in daylight. I've taken up enough of your time as it is. I'll get out of your hair now."

"It would take you more time to get back to your dorm that you could use writing." He said, matter-of-factually. "Write your paper in my office."

You looked at him in disbelief. Your judgment was clouded with energy drinks and desperation. So your usual self-sacrificing polite denial was steamrolled by a very enthusiastic acceptance. "I would be forever indebted to you, Dr. Lecter."

"Miss [L/N]," Dr. Lecter cut in. "You're a student, you need to study."

You didn’t really remember a lot of what happened after you wrapped your arms around his waist, too overwhelmed with gratitude to think if an embrace was even appropriate. It was the middle of the night, so you had an excuse if he shoved you off him. But surprisingly, he didn’t.

You broke the embrace and gathered up your book and computer. “Seriously, I owe you big time for this. You’re really saving my life here.”

“Go write your paper, [F/N].” He ordered. “We can discuss why you conflate your academics and your life during our next appointment. For now, make yourself at home.”

And that you did. Dr. Lecter retired back to bed and you spent a solid four hours typing away. An antique grandfather clock kept count for you. When you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, you sent the paper off to your professor, editing be damned. You let sleep compel you, comforted by the fact that you didn't have to think about your paper for at least another week before the grading period was over.

Dr. Lecter’s desk was the most comfortable surface in the world to you that night, because you slept for six hours with only your arms as a pillow. It was the first rest your body had gotten in quite some time. You were gently coaxed awake by the smell of something delicious.

You followed the smell into a kitchen that could rival those of Michelin-starred restaurants. Dr. Lecter was hard at work, cooking something that enticed your nose. He cracked an egg and looked up at you. “Good morning, Miss [L/N].”

“I’m sorry.” You said, shaking your head shamefully.

“For?” He asked, fixing his attention back on his recipe.

“Falling asleep.” You dropped your shoulders.

“I told you to make yourself at home, did I not?” He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. This time, he sounded like he was actually going to scold you. “Tell me, do you sleep at your desk at home?”

“I try not to.” You answer with a shrug.

“But when you feel yourself falling asleep, you usually put yourself to bed, right?” He continued.

You started to feel a bit stupid. “...yeah.”

He poked at some sausage links in a frying pan, letting out a sizzle. “You could have taken the couch.”

“I guess I was just too sleepy to think of that.” You explained, preparing to be psychoanalyzed no matter what you said.

“No, you were just too polite to push the imagined boundaries of my invitation.” He concluded, busying his hands with plating whatever it was he was making. His tone was comfortingly familiar. “Miss [L/N], don’t sacrifice your comfort for what you think I perceive to be rude. If I found you rude, you’d know it.”

"I'm sorry." You repeated.

"Don't apologize." He said, reaching for the pepper mill. "I know your anxiety disorder makes you feel like you are a burden. I assure you, you are not. I want you to know for next time that the couch is open. Or you could take the guest bedroom."

You stopped yourself before you could apologize again. You momentarily pondered what he had to say before uttering a quiet but convicted "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." Dr. Lecter slid a plate across the table in your direction. "Eat, my dear."

You didn't need to be told twice. You usually didn’t care for sausage, but reconsidered when you took a bite. The meat was so flavorful and rich, a little noise of delight escaped your lips.

Dr. Lecter smiled, your little moan sending his ego through the roof. “You like it?”

“It’s delicious.” You put your fork down, your face flush with embarrassment. “Way better than the food at the dining hall.”

“Miss [L/N],” Dr. Lecter began, putting an extra sausage link on your plate. “If you find yourself in need of psychology texts, I’d be happy to extend my invitation indefinitely.”

You nearly choked on your eggs. “On god?”

“Given that you arrive sometime before midnight and perhaps call ahead, yes.” He answered. “Your studies are your life and breath, after all. You would find yourself very accommodated to here.”

This time, you'd really take him up on his offer.

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With Great Power...

Chapter Three: With great power comes a great inability to sleep

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30579050/chapters/75545900

TW: panic attacks

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As requested by Peter, Tony parks two blocks away from the school lot.

He idles his car and waits for the kid to appear with a careful eye in the rearview mirror. It’s just shy of five o’clock. Peter should be out of decathlon by now. His fingers itch to reach for his phone, to send the kid a flurry of texts until he materializes and puts him out of his low patience torture.

But with a righteous amount of self-control, he refrains. After what seems like decades Peter appears at the passenger door. He raps his knuckles against the window before slipping inside. Tony smiles at this, a warm fondness growing in his chest.

“Did you just knock on my car?”

Peter freezes in the middle of securing his seatbelt. “Uh, yeah? It’s polite.”

“Last week you and Thor had a competition to see who could down a two liter of Diet Coke the fastest.”

Lips quirking, Peter shrugs. “Your point?”

“That wasn’t very polite.”

“I won, didn’t I?”

“You sure did kiddo.”

Peter finishes buckling his seatbelt and shoves his heavy backpack down between his legs. The setting sun shines through the windshield into his eyes and Peter winces against it, reaching up to shield them. His hand shakes in the air and Tony’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “You alright kid?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah Mr. Stark. Totally. Long day is all.”

Unconvinced, Tony peels out onto the road. “Yeah? And why’s that?”

Sighing dramatically, Peter settles further into his seat. “I patrolled before school. Stopped a mugging. That was cool I guess. Then I took a couple exams. Decathlon, obviously. Oh, and I totally failed the beep test in gym-”

Tony raises a brow. “You failed the beep test?”

“On purpose!”

“Why the hell would you fail a test on purpose?”

“Because Peter Parker isn’t exactly a track star, Mr. Stark.”

God, this kid. Tony hopes the admiration doesn’t show on his face. “I see.”

“Anyways,” Peter plows on, caught in a yawn. “How was your day?”

“Oh, you know. The usual.”

“That’s a terrible answer.”

“Well it’s the one you’re getting.”

Peter scoffs. His eyes droop against the gentle rumble of the car. “You’re just as bad as Happy.”

“I’m telling him you said that.”

Peter only smiles in response, eyes closing all the way. Tony lets the silence sit. He’s read enough of Karen’s reports to know that the kid hasn’t been sleeping well.

And good god can he relate.

They only make it through three Black Sabbath songs before Peter’s head dips down towards his chest. The momentum must shock him back into the waking world because he gasps, flailing out and landing one hand on Tony's arm and the other on the window. Immediately flushing, Peter yanks his limbs back into his chest. “Sorry,” he murmurs.

“You can sleep. It’s okay kiddo.”

“No,” Peter says all too quickly. A chord of worry strikes in Tony’s chest. “I mean, I shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be polite.”

“Pete, if you say that word one more time I swear I’ll set DUM-E on you.”

“Polite, polite, polite, polite-”

Something floods in Tony’s chest. It feels as if he’s being warmed from the inside out and for a moment, his concern for Peter’s health takes a place on his mind’s backburner. He cracks a smile. “Be sure to remember this moment Pete. You asked for it.”

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“Dr. Banner!” Peter drops his backpack heavily on the ground, skipping and stumbling into the lab and towards the man in question. Bruce is sitting in front of a laptop, the buttons on his shirt secured incorrectly and glasses sitting crooked on his nose. He smiles widely when he sees them. “Hey Peter. Tony said to expect you. How’ve you been?”

“Oh you know,” Peter says, giving Tony a pointed look, “the usual.”

Tony snorts as Peter pulls up a chair beside Bruce, propping his chin up on his hands and staring intently at the screen. After a few seconds his eyes light up. “No way! Is this skin-cell regeneration technology?”

Looking surprised, Bruce nods. “How did you-”

“He’s a smart cookie,” Tony interjects, walking up behind them and ruffling Peter’s hair. Peter swats him away, though he’s smiling.

“Is this what you and Mr. Stark are presenting tomorrow? At the conference?”

“Yep. Though procrastination hasn’t really done us any favours-”

“I’ll help!” Peter blurts.

Bruce looks to Tony like he’s a parent to grant permission. Trying to ignore the implications behind it, Tony concedes with a grin. “Oh what the hell. Where do we start?”

“Yes!”

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The hours blur and melt together. So engrossed in their project, Tony doesn’t really notice Peter losing steam until he’s gripping the counter so tightly Tony knows it can only be to keep himself steady. Only now does he see the deep rings of purple under the kid’s eyes.

The nagging in the back of his mind pulls harder but he lets it go. Peter is running Bruce through a genius theory on how to approach increased somatic cell growth that he would be an idiot to interrupt. Not for the first time, watching Peter work is like looking at a mirror image of his younger self, fresh-faced and enthusiastic at MIT. It’s enough to distract him, a small smile morphing his exhaustion into something softer.

Piggybacking off Peter’s ideas, Bruce proposes his own theory concerning the role of red blood cells and Tony loses track of time in his own contributions. The next time he comes back to himself it’s nearly two in the morning.

And Peter looks dead on his feet.

Bruce must notice when Tony does because he closes the laptop, though with some reluctance. “Well then. There’s history. Or, the start of it at least.”

Laughing softly, Peter rubs at his eyes. He sways and Tony resists the urge to grab him. Bruce stands and squeezes Tony’s shoulder. “He’s a good kid,” he says quietly, privately. Then, louder, “see you both tomorrow.”

And he leaves.

For a moment him and Peter simply stand in silence, relishing in the exhausted high of their scientific breakthrough. Then Peter yawns and it snaps Tony into action. He uses one hand to grab Peter’s elbow and the other to collect his backpack from the floor. They walk in silence from the lab to the elevator and miraculously make it to the outside of Peter’s door.

“Thanks Mr. Stark,” Peter says softly, his words slurred on their edges. He takes his backpack and sinks a few inches into the ground at the weight of it.

“Straight to bed, capiche?”

“Mm. Yep.”

“Goodnight, kid.”

“G’night.”

Tony should’ve known it was too good to be true.

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Pepper’s out of town. His bed is big and empty and cold.

He can’t sleep.

He thinks of Peter.

“Hey FRI? Is the kid asleep yet?”

“It appears Mr. Parker is doing calculus homework.”

“Of course he is.”

Tony sighs long and deep. It carries out into the empty room and dies. It’s nearly three in the morning now. He debates getting up and telling Peter off for his wakefulness, but deep down he understands it’s not really his place.

“FRI, let me know when he falls asleep.”

“Of course.”

Tony waits and waits. The alert never comes.

Finally, his eyes droop.

It doesn’t last long.

FRIDAY’s voice jars him back into wakefulness. “Boss, it appears Mr. Parker has fallen asleep.”

“Mm. Good.”

“It also appears that Mr. Parker’s heart rate has risen significantly along with his breathing. He seems to be in distress.”

Damn it.

“Boss-”

“On it, FRI.”

Head rushing from standing too fast, Tony just barely manages to catch himself against the wall as he stumbles out into the hall. Even in the dark he knows the route by heart. One door, two doors, three doors-

“Pete?” Tony stops and hits his palm against the entrance. He’s reminded of Peter knocking on the window after decathlon and his heart seems to twist. When there’s no response, he cracks open the door.

“Peter?”

He expects to find the kid in bed. Instead, Peter is slouched over his desk, his tense face pressed into the pages of a heavy textbook. He’s whining and twitching in his sleep, a look too similar to physical pain for Tony to be comfortable stealing his expression.

He’s at Peter’s side in seconds. However, once there, his own heart rate seems to accelerate. “Uh FRI?” he whispers. “Any tips?”

“Start by waking Mr. Parker up.”

“Right, right. Good plan.” Hesitantly, Tony digs his fingers into Peter’s shoulder. When he doesn’t stir, he opts to shake it instead. “Pete? Hey. You with me buddy?”

“Please. St-stop-”

“Peter!”

“Stop. Stop-”

In a flash of worry, Tony shakes Peter harder. FRIDAY’s warning voice fills the room but it’s too late. Peter wakes up with an earth-shattering gasp, flying back in his chair. It would’ve been funny under different circumstances. But it’s not, because Peter is too pale and covered in a cold sweat. His young eyes are wide and terrified, a weak hand reaching up to wrap around his throat.

Then Tony understands.

“Breathe,” he instructs. “Peter, can you hear me? Look at me. Breathe.”

Peter makes a horrible strangled noise in the back of his throat, his eyes trying and failing to lock on Tony as his chest works overtime to pull in nothing. Tony grabs the boy’s hand away from his throat and places it over his own heart. He uses his other to direct Peter’s face more intently on his own. “You can do this Pete. You’re having a panic attack. I know it’s scary, but you have to focus on getting in some air, okay? I know you can do it.”

Peter tries.

“Listen to my breathing. Try and follow it.” He takes in an exaggerated breath and feels tears bite at his eyes when Peter manages to copy the behaviour. “Good. That’s really good Pete. Keep listening.”

“‘M-m-”

“Don’t try and talk. Focus on breathing. I’m right here.” I’m not going anywhere.

Peter squeezes his eyes shut. It’s the longest ten minutes of Tony’s life, but eventually Peter’s breaths even out. Exhausted, he slumps forward into Tony’s shoulder, shaking horribly. “O’side.”

“What was that kiddo?”

“Out-outside.” Weakly, Peter tries to push himself up. His unfocused eyes land on Tony desperately as he continues his struggle. “Gotta- gotta go outside. P-please.”

With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Tony nods. He helps Peter stand, grabs a blanket from off the kid’s bed, and with combined effort they make their way out into the hall. Tony keeps his hands planted firmly on Peter’s shoulders to keep him steady.

As soon as the fresh air hits Peter visibly relaxes. It must not do wonders for his balance because he lists heavily to the side and Tony is too caught off guard to fully catch him. They end up in a tangled heap on stairs. Peter inhales deeply through his nose and exhales out of his mouth, holding his breath in a careful pattern. “Thanks,” he murmurs eventually. “Better now.”

Feeling threateningly close to tears, Tony drapes the blanket he had grabbed carefully around Peter’s shoulder, fussing with it until it’s secure. “Wanna talk about it?” he asks softly.

Looking weighed down, Peter shrugs. He looks up at the night sky, at the stars, and turns up his lips in a sad smile. “I still dream about it sometimes.”

“About what?”

“Mm. The warehouse. Being stuck.”

Tony frowns, his insides turning to ice. Peter’s face is relaxed now, but in the dim light Tony can still make out the underlying exhaustion. The stress and the fear. God, he’s just a kid.

“Is that why you haven’t been sleeping?”

“I know it’s dumb. But I wake up and I can’t breathe and-” Peter frowns. “It’s just not worth it.”

“It isn’t dumb kiddo.”

“I’m just- I’m so tired, Mr. Stark. You know?”

Overcoming the paralysis in his limbs, Tony scoots closer to Peter and pulls him up against his chest. When Peter leans into the gesture he runs his hand through the kid’s hair. “I know Pete. I’m sorry. This never should’ve been you. I hate that it’s you.”

Peter sighs. The usual glint in his eyes is gone. “Occupational hazard, right?”

It isn’t fair, but it’s true. Tony wishes he could fix it. He’ll work his whole damn life trying. “Yeah kiddo. I guess it is.”

Tony shivers. Peter notices and shakes his head. “Sorry, sorry. We can go back inside. I’m okay now. I promise.”

“Pete-”

“No really.”

When Peter stands without toppling over, Tony caves and stands too. For a moment they stand still. It’s safe, quiet. Crickets and frogs can be heard from across the dewy lawn. “Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah kid?”

“How- how do I make it stop? The nightmares, I mean.”

It feels like a sucker punch to the gut.

“You can’t stop fear,” Tony says, and it takes a lot of effort to keep his voice even. He thinks of Afghanistan and the Battle of New York, of finding Peter collapsed on the Cyclone after bringing his plane out of the sky. “Every single person on this damn earth is scared of something Pete. It’s part of being human.”

Peter nods, then smiles weakly. “Well technically Mr. Stark, I’m a superhuman.”

“True, but that still doesn’t make you exempt.”

“I know.”

Tony is quiet. The world is quiet. “Talking about it helps too,” Tony says finally. “There are lots of people who want to help Pete. You just- you just have to let them. You have to let us take some of the responsibility too.”

Peter looks at his feet. He rubs a tired hand over his eyes.

“Come on kiddo. You good to go inside now?”

After a slight nod, they walk back into the warmth of the compound. Peter lingers before closing the door and Tony stares at his small shadowed frame. He swallows down a rush of emotion and clears his throat. “How do you feel about a movie?”

Again, Peter seems to relax. Only then does he close the door. “Only if it’s Back to the Future.”

“I’d accept nothing else.”

Peter smiles. For the first time that night, it’s genuine. They sit side by side on the couch and even before the opening credits finish Peter is snoring softly into his ribs. Tony relaxes against the kid’s even breathing. He takes some of Peter’s burden and shoulders it gladly.

He’ll take as much as Peter will give him.

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The Helping Hand

Summary: Y/N Krast Illegitimate Daughter of Tony Stark. Product of an unwanted teen pregnancy. What would Howard Stark be capable of doing to assure his sons future? What will happen when Tony meets our Beautiful, young, genius, rich philanthropist.

Word Count: 3000 approx

A/N: Sorry for the wait I've been a little busy the last couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Next chapter will be Civil war I hope to upload again soon. In the mean time if you have some ideas or thoughts send them my way.

Tw: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug use, Drug addiction, Teen Pregnancy. (If there are any I missed please tell me.)

Ch.7

Chapter 8: Time and Irony Walk Hand in Hand

Ch.9

"Well this is nice…" You say as Natasha drags you along. You see currently you and Natasha are quote on quote shaking a tail. Whatever that means… "Shut up and keep moving." You stop moving and pull your arm away. "Stop Nat we've gone far enough. It was probably just a coincidence we didn't really get that far from the food truck." Finally taking the time to catch your breath. "I think we should get back to the compound. Tony and Bruce must be waiting for me." You say looking around for a cab lucky for you one stopped right before you and you got in.

The ride back to the Compound was quiet. When she's about to make her way in, you stop her. "Nat… I know that didn't go the way either of us wanted it to go but I still had fun. And again what I'm trying to say is that I would like to do things your way, candlelit, waiters, and wine. If you want to of course." You fidget with your fingers waiting for her response. "Y/n I would love to… but I like the way you do things. You're not the Wine and Dine type... I like that." She mentions as she walks back in. You quickly follow suit after she makes a comment about your blatant staring.

Once you stop on the elevator FRIDAY greets you. Telling you that Tony and Bruce are waiting for you in the lab. "Well Nat this is goodbye for now, see you around." You say stepping off of the elevator. Suddenly this weight comes crashing down on you. Remembering what Bruce told you the worry in his eyes. Dread fills your body when you're walking towards the lab. "Guys I'm back… anything good for me?" You state casually trying your hardest not to sound hopeful. "Well yes and no…" Tony states putting the tablet down. "I'm going to be honest with you… your heart is trashed, absolute garbage."

"Way to make a girl feel special." You say with a dry laugh. "But I think we can build something. And with my arc reactor technology we can make it work." He states tapping at his chest. This is where Bruce jumps in "with the help of Dr. Cho we could try and make a new cradle… and use it for its intended purpose this time around. Making a heart powered by the arc reactor." You nod taking all the information in. "Well this is good right? How long would this take." This is where both Tony and Bruce go quiet. "Y/n the process is relatively easy, what's difficult is getting our hands on the Vibranium."

"Which is basically a non existent problem at this point… Bruce is just paranoid, my contact will pan out you'll see." Tony jumps back in clearly annoyed that Bruce was disclosing such trivial issues. "Even if we do get the Vibranium Y/n there's something we don't know… If you'll even survive the transplant." Your eyes meet his and he elaborates. "Your body might not be strong enough to handle it." Suddenly the inevitability of the situation dawns upon you. "Well I'm still doing it… I'm dying anyways. What difference does it make if it's a month from now or five. I'm doing it."

"Well, let not be hasty alright. We can still look for other alternatives." Bruce tries to argue. "Look, this is Y/n's decision. She's old enough to make her own decisions. Plus the more we work on this the higher survival chances are." Tony argues. You clear your throat when you notice some visitors standing by the door. "How long have they been there?" You ask, trying to mask your anger. Pietro and Steve both give you sheepish smiles that don't quite reach their eyes. "Look Y/n we just wanted to make sure you were okay… and by the looks of it you're not."

You stand making your way to stand in front of Steve who had just taken a defensive stance. "Well you're right I'm not okay. Now what are you going to do about it Cap… Other than feeling pity every time you look at me." You say pushing your finger on his chest. "This does not leave this room you understand?" You say looking at both Steve and Pietro. "But, My sister…" You nod "Figure it out pretty boy. Now if you could leave the adults have to talk." They both sigh but take their leave. You turn and notice Tony and Bruce staring, not saying anything. You can only laugh at the sight.

As much as you did want to be mad you couldn't. You were starting to come to terms with the fact that your business was now becoming their business. "I just wanted to watch them squirm." You clarify making Tony laugh. "Well I'd say you achieved that." Bruce mentions. "I'll give them til the end of the day. What do you think?" You say looking at Tony. "How much are you willing to bet, Billionaire to Billionaire?" He asks, challenging you. "50 million dollars." He scoffs. "Don't be a prude, make it Euros." You nod. "Best money there is." You say agreeing with him. "I'll hold you to that Y/n." He says as you leave the lab.

Two days later you were busy. You'd been in contact with Bruce and Pepper. Currently you were looking for someone to mentor. Someone you could leave your legacy with. Logan was an obvious choice but you knew he wouldn't take it. "You wanna give it a break Y/n you're not going to find the perfect candidate in so little time." Logan mentions. When suddenly your secretary enters with more forms. "Ms. Krast these are the applications from Midtown Science High. There's only four. Liz Allan, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, and uhh Peter Parker." You sigh with a smile forming on your lips. "They've got to be here my mentee. These kids are geniuses."

You say as you look through the applications. Slowly crossing off the first two, that Flash kid and Liz. Ned and Peter it was a tough choice until you saw some of yourself in Peter's eyes. "It's him." You say under your breath catching Logan's attention. "Peter Parker… I want him, he will be the future of our company. Make arrangements. I want him to feel welcomed." You say as you start to gather your things. "Send out the acceptance letter today." You say to Logan on your way out. "Will do Boss." He says with a smile growing on his face as he reads the file. Peter didn't have it easy on the contrary he lived through a lot but he still managed to be him.

The next week went by in a blur. Your will and testament were drafted and certified. You were set on that end and now on the other front. You were currently parked outside Midtown High waiting for the bell to ring. When it does a couple of minutes pass when a fresh faced kid is knocking on your window. "Y/n Krast nice to meet you kid." You say rolling down the window. He seems a little nervous. "Come on in Peter. We're going to get to know each other a little before we begin working with the internship." He nods enthusiastically, a small smile forming on his lips. "Tell me about your Peter, I mean outside of what I already know."

"Well I'm what most people would call a nerd. My aunt may always say that's not true but it is." You hum in agreement pulling out of the school parking lot. "Well being popular is overrated anyways." You jump in. "And Ned, my best friend, we're huge fans of you and your work." He says his speed increases as he starts to ramble about how he followed your trajectory as soon as he found out who you were. "Well I'm glad you like what I do Peter but in my eyes were equals. I will teach you my ways and hopefully you'll take over once I'm dead. Keeping my legacy alive long after I'm dead." You say seriously making him settle and quiet down.

"Ms. Krast you can't be serious." He says giving you an incredulous look. "I was an orphan… I was given a chance. Someone believed in me. I guess what I'm trying to say is that you remind me of me… and I would like to give you that same chance that I was given." You say sincerely. "Y/n that's too generous… Plus I don't think that I'm what you're looking for. I'm clumsy and…" You stop the car making him look at you. "You may not be ready now or tomorrow but if you let me teach you, you will be." You say reassuringly. "Plus I don't plan on dying anytime soon." You say playfully at the end causing Peter to laugh successfully lightening the mood. "Also another plus for you after this year's audit we'll be working hand in hand with Tony Stark."

At the mention of Tony's name he lit up ten times more than you thought possible. It made you laugh a little but you understood him. "That's amazing. Me working for Y/n Krast and Tony Stark, a literal dream come true." You nod at his statement. The day went by incredibly fast. He was a nice kid, respectful and smart, a little naïve but overall sensible. You went to his favorite pizza place and talked, went to Krast Industries and introduced him to Logan. Showed him his dedicated work space. "So here's your badge, don't lose it. Umm… you'll be here every other day after school, and if you have some special dates tell Margaret the secretary and she'll make a schedule around it." You say as you're walking towards the elevator.

Peter stops abruptly turning to face you. "Thank you really." He then proceeds to rather hastily pull you into a hug. You're shocked initially but hug him back nonetheless. "Don't sweat it kid." You say patting his back. "I'll have one of my drivers give you a lift home alright." He nods. Just before you press the button for the elevator the doors open. Revealing Pepper Potts and Tony Stark. It makes you laugh internally knowing that the young boy beside you just had his world rocked. "Ms. Krast this is real right?" He asks in a high pitched voice. You nod.

"Pepper Tony, I would like you to meet my new mentee Peter Parker." You say nudging him forward. "Hi, you're Tony Stark." He says in a daze. "Yes kid I am Tony stark and you are?" Tony could literally not care less. Until you gave Pepper a look and she nudged Tony. "Alright kid it was nice meeting you." He says overly enthusiastically. Peter takes the compliment either way. "Alright Peter go over to Margaret she'll take you to the driver. We have some urgent business to attend." He nods and waves goodbye shyly and takes his leave. "Right what do you guys need." Pepper clears her throat "Well actually Tony and I wanted to invite you out to lunch."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get going." You say walking off with Pepper. "You'll be pleased to know that you won our wager. They know..." Tony mentions at the restaurant. You laugh. "Told you!" Pepper gives you a look. "They're worried about you." You sigh. "Pepper, believe me I'm worried too." Tony quickly steps in. "Which you don't need to worry about too much, everything is in place. Everything panned out Dr. Cho was more than willing to help us. So whenever you want." He says again not meeting your gaze. "I was… ummm. Actually thinking we should hold off on that."

"What… why?" They both ask almost immediately. "I'm okay right now." Tony scoffs. "So you rather wait till you have another episode to undergo the procedure." You hum. "Precisely see you get it." Watching their confusion you continue. "I've got things I have to leave ready. Time that I can't take for granted." Before they could argue with you said. "I need time… I-i drafted my will a couple of days ago." You say burying your head into your hands. "It's funny really… how you get things you're willing to live for. And life just comes along and takes it from you." Your mind drifts off to Viv and David. You wipe your tears and excuse yourself. Just as you're about to leave you remember.

"Put the money in a college fund for the kid." You grab Peppers shoulder and nod. "We'll keep in touch." You say leaving the restaurant.

Three weeks later

Pretty early on you noticed Peter's jumpy behavior. It wasn't long till you found out his little secret. Again smart kid heart of gold even, but too naïve for his own good. You'd had one of your AI robots track him after he'd shown up a little dinged up. Telling him you knew took some time. You didn't know the extent of his capabilities, but you'd seen the kid walk on walls and kick some ass.

As cute as he looked in that makeshift costume you had a better one in mind. "Peter I would like to show you something." You call out from your workstation in the lab. "Ward pull up spider schematics please." You call out. "What do you think?" You say as Peter glances at his new suit. "I-i um… It's awesome but who is at for?" He said quickly. You almost burst out in laughter right then and there but you played along. "Well I was in Queens the other day and there was this mugging and some hero came out of nowhere and stopped the mugging." You say as you deconstruct the specks of the suit. Watching as peter gawks at the hologram.

"When I noticed his suit wasn't really a suit, I made him one. You think he'll like it?" Peter nods eagerly, you hum in response. "Alright then try it on, see how it fits spider boy." Peter stands there with his mouth hanging open and you could swear saliva came out. "You aren't that good at keeping secrets kid." You say handing him the suit. "I expect you to be careful, kid." Peter starts to ramble trying to explain himself and begs you to not fire him. You physically had to stop him from pacing. "No ones firing anyone. I'm proud of your kid again, just be careful." Emphasizing the last part. "I will" after all that's out of the way you and Peter spent the day testing out the specks in his new suit. Web slingers and all. Yo I didn't leave until he got the hang of it. It took a while but it was well with the wait.

The next day you wake up to the news seeing a familiar twin on the news. Not good Lagos had gone wrong, the building collapsed and Wanda was to 'blame'. You hurriedly made your way through your morning routine and raced to the compound. As soon as you make it to the common room you can tell something's off. "How is everybody?" You asked Steve who was the first you saw. "I'm assuming you heard about the incident." You don't have the heart to say yes so you just nod. "We're all a little down on morale. Nothing we can't fix." You say, giving you a small smile. You hate that he is down playing this because of your current dilemma. "It wasn't your fault." You say. As you walk off towards Pietro.

"Are you okay?" You ask this time actually worried Pietro doesn't seem like his usual self. "No...It's Wanda. She hasn't talked to anyone she hasn't eaten she hasn't left her room." He says all in one breath. He finally stopped stirring and slid down to the floor and sat. "Its my fault. I-i could've moved faster, I could've saved them." He says defeatedly. "Maybe… Maybe not" You say bluntly sitting in front of him. "You can't go back now. And I know it's a sour experience. You made the right decision." You sigh. "You made the choice that saved the most lives." He nods letting out a deep breath. "I know… I know but Wanda. If I had saved those people Wanda wouldn't be feeling like this right now." You shake your head. "You fail to realize that if you had done that you would've died along with the other victims. Wanda will come around and let me talk to her." He only nods. "She's in her room."

You knock on her door a couple of times… no answer. So you make yourself comfortable and prepare yourself. Your knock every minute or two and you're constantly yelling in your head. Half an hour goes by and nothing. You go back to mentally yelling, when suddenly you're being dragged by the collar of your shirt into the room with the doors shutting behind you. "You're stubborn like a mule." She says not sparring you a look. "Yeah well I'm dying what are you gonna do about it." You quipped smiling at her. She chuckles. Suddenly the light leaves her face. "I killed people… I put people in danger, I put my own brother I'm danger." You nod. "You also saved hundreds of people. God only knows what that gas would have done. So thank you Wanda. You're my hero." You say sending her a smile.

Right when she's about to say something a certain red friend phases through the wall. "You will never cease to amaze me Vision." You say while looking between him and the wall. "You have very good taste in clothes." You mention as you eye him. He smiles. "Vision. We talked about this, there's a door for a reason." Wanda states. "Yes, well the door was open so I assumed…" He says, explaining himself. "What did you need Vision?" Wanda asks cutting him off. "Well Mr. Stark asked me to come and get both you there is a team meeting. With secretary Ross."

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Worthy, pt 3

The air rushing in my ears was the first thing I heard when I came to. Angela was kneeling beside me, her hand smacking my face lightly. Her mouth moved as she said something, but I couldn’t hear her over the white noise in my head. I put my hand to my head and sat up. The world was spinning. Angela looked over my shoulder and spoke again. A moment later strong arms lifted me under the legs and back. I looked up into Thor’s concerned blue eyes. Gone was the big smile and jovial demeanor. He didn’t look angry though. Just concerned. He carried me over to the deck chair and sat me down. Dr. Banner was headed toward us with a bag of ice, and Pepper and Tony were rushing along behind him. Some noise finally started to break through the ringing in my ears.

“Ella Carmichael, how do you fare?” Thor’s voice was a low rumble. I looked at him as he squatted beside me.

“What just happened?” I asked.

“That is the question, indeed. It would seem you lifted Mjolnir,” he picked up the hammer and held it so the light from inside illuminated the writing on the face of it. Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor. I could feel my brow furrowing. I possessed the power of Thor? It certainly didn’t feel that way when the bolt of lightning shot through my body.

“Oh god, did I steal your power from you?” I gasped. He shook his head.

“My father enchanted Mjolnir, so that only those worthy to wield her could lift her. You have not taken my power, but should you continue to be able to heft Mjolnir, you may be able to access the powers that she has given me. I did not think it possible, from a Midgardian,” he explained.

“What do you mean, not possible?” I eyed the hammer where it sat on the deck beside me.

“What he means is that he has yet to meet anyone capable of lifting it. I can’t. No one on the Avengers Initiative can. We’ve all tried.” As if to prove his point, Tony wrapped his hand around the handle of the hammer and tugged. It didn’t budge.

“Even Dr. Banner can’t?” I was surprised. Dr. Banner came to stand beside Tony.

“Even the Other Guy can’t,” he corrected, his voice full of gentle reproach. I blinked and looked away, embarrassed I’d made him uncomfortable.

“Then why was I able to?” I looked back at Thor. He shook his head.

“I cannot fathom why. It bears more investigation. But perhaps not tonight,” he suggested. I nodded blankly. Tony stepped closer and held out his hand to me.

“Are you feeling like you could stand? We’re gathering a bit of an audience. It would probably be good to show everyone that you’re okay,” he suggested. I took the offered hand and pulled myself to my feet. “I will understand completely if you would like to make it an early night, Ella.”

“I think I will. Thanks Tony. I had a chance to meet with Markus and that was the most important goal for the night.” I leaned over to pick up my shoes, and lost my balance. Thor caught me, his large hand stabilizing me, and steadying me on my feet.

“Perhaps I should escort you to your suite, Ella Carmichael,” he offered. I smirked at the weird way he said my name and shook my head.

“That’s not necessary, but thanks.” I opted to leave my heels off and padded across the deck in my bare feet, Angela close beside me. She stayed nearby, but quiet until we got to my suite. When I tried to swipe my passcard for access to my room, it didn’t work. She pressed a few buttons on the keypad beside the passcard reader and nodded.

“When I saw the sparks coming off you, I figured your passcard would be fried. I’ll bring up a new card before I go home, but in the meantime, the keycode is your birthday,” she followed me into my suite. I pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned against the counter, holding it to my forehead.

“Do you suppose I’m in a lot of trouble?” I groaned.

“From the look on Thor’s face, I think probably. You certainly aren’t a boring science geek, that’s for sure,” she laughed. I hung my head in defeat. “Question? Where are your glasses?” My hand flew up to my face, and sure enough, my glasses were gone. I looked at Angela, and back to my hand, and was surprised to see that my vision was almost in focus. It wasn’t perfect, but it certainly was better than it usually was.

“They must have flown off,” I guessed. There was a knock at my door. I walked over and opened it, letting Dr. Banner in. He held out my glasses to me. “Wow, that was perfect timing.”

“You lost these,” he offered. I took them and put them back on and blinked against the strength. I pulled them back off.

“Yeah, Angela had just noticed. Thank you, Dr. Banner,” I murmured, holding my hand back up in front of my face.

“Bruce,” he corrected. I smiled.

“Thank you, Bruce.” I suddenly felt shy, concerned about what this remarkable, brilliant man, must be thinking about me. He probably thought I was a mess and was grateful he wouldn’t be working with me.

“How do you feel?” His eyes focused on me, almost like he was assessing me. But he wasn’t a medical doctor.

“Weird. Tingly. My ears are still ringing. My heart is kind of tight. Jumpy maybe?” I wasn’t sure. He took my wrist and placed his fingers across the pulse point, looking over my shoulder at the clock on the wall. He flipped my hand over and pressed down on the nail bed of my thumb.

“Your pulse is pretty erratic. There’s probably some sleepytime tea in your cupboard, it’s part of the first grocery order when you move into the tower. Brew a pot and have a mug. The chamomile will help settle you,” he suggested. I nodded, but made no move to go into the kitchen and find my kettle. Angela started opening cupboards to find the tea.

“Thanks again, Bruce.” I felt a bit like a star-struck school girl, tongue-tied and so incredibly awkward.

“I have some experience with the out of the ordinary.” His smile was sad. “I should get back to the reception. I’m sure I’ll see you around the labs.” He excused himself and crossed back to the door, pulling it shut behind him. Angela handed me a slice of cheese and some crackers.

“Eat while the tea steeps,” she ordered. “I didn’t realize you had a thing for Bruce Banner.” Her tone was light and teasing.

“Shut up!” I came back to myself, flushing. “I respect his intellect and –“

“And his artfully messy hair and deep, brooding eyes have nothing to do with it, right?” She laughed. I resisted the urge to throw my cheese at her.

“It certainly complicates things,” I admitted. “When I was doing my undergrad, I used to have this fantasy where I would meet him because of my research and we would happily science together for the rest of our lives. I wasn’t thinking about him being cute, I just really loved his approach to research and you know how sometimes when you have an awesome teacher you just kind of crush on them? His research was incredible.”

“You seriously have a crush on Bruce Banner?” Angela handed me a steaming mug.

“I don’t think, I don’t know. Maybe? He’s really nice. I wasn’t expecting him to be really nice. Sometimes the really brilliant guys are a little,” I trailed off.

“Too much like Tony?” Angela filled in.

“Yeah. Brilliant and amazing, but they know it.” I hadn’t dated much in university because the guys who appealed to me the most had generally been like Tony. Brilliant, but arrogant. Not that I thought Tony Stark was a bad person. Not that I knew him well enough to make a generalization either way, actually. But Tony Stark had earned the right to be arrogant in a way that most of the guys I was in university with had not. And Tony Stark was unabashedly enthusiastic about the research and work of others. And that had also been missing from the men I’d known in university. As a result, I’d avoided dating, and instead developed a rockstar crush on Bruce Banner. “Anyhow. I had a crush on Bruce Banner. During my undergrad. He seems very nice. But I’m not a freshman anymore.”

“Okay. Are you okay if I leave you, or do you need some help getting settled for the night?” Angela asked, her brow furrowed.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about bringing me another passcard tonight; we can do it in the morning. I’m going to draw a bath and have a soak. I’ll see you for breakfast?” I wasn’t sure I would find much on my own. The day had been such a whirlwind.

“Yes. I will pick you up and we’ll hit the commissary. It’s build your own waffle morning.” She grabbed her purse from the counter and waved good night. I turned to the bathroom and started the water running in the ridiculously large bathtub and added an equally ridiculous amount of bubble bath. I stripped down out of my dress, and tied my hair back in a loose bun. I padded across the apartment and hung up my dress and realized things were getting blurrier. I stopped in the kitchen to grab my glasses and I was pleased to notice my crappy vision was considerably improved by putting my glasses back on. Our world was so different since the Battle of New York that I still had lingering concerns that I’d somehow stolen Thor’s powers and become some sort of Super Science Nerd. While I was in the kitchen, I decided a glass of wine was in order. Whatever had shocked me when I picked up Thor’s hammer had also sobered me right up. The tea had finished the job.

When I got back to the bathroom, the tub was ready. I finished stripping and slid under the bubbles, tension melting out of my shoulders as they hit the water.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The day wasn’t a failure just because I’d picked up some magic hammer. I’d had a successful orientation with Angela and felt like there was the beginning of a real friendship there. Tony and Pepper seemed genuinely excited to have me at Stark Industries. Markus Reid was obscenely excited to have me on his team. I’d met Bruce Banner, which, although awkward, fulfilled a high school dream of mine. I’d been able to look into the eyes of the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. The grainy photos and lousy media coverage since the Battle of New York did not do Thor justice. I took a sip of wine. And added that to the list of awesome from the day. Stark Industries stocked their employee quarters with good wine.

There was a knock at the door. I sighed and pulled myself out of the tub. It was probably Angela dropping off a new passcard before she left for the night or headed back to the party. I wrapped myself in a towel and found the one thing Stark Industries wasn’t doing really well for employees. The towel was just a touch too small. It just barely met at my hip and if I wanted my boobs covered, my butt cheeks hung out of the bottom. I checked the towel rack for a bigger one, but they were all the same.

The knock sounded at the door again. I sighed and hurried across the apartment. Angela would understand the huge amounts of skin I was showing. And would either know where I could find bigger towels or how to order some. I swung open the door without checking the peephole.

“I told you this could wait till the mor –“ It wasn’t Angela. I squeaked and jumped behind the door. To his credit, Thor didn’t respond at all. He didn’t leer, but he also didn’t blush and turn away. Almost like he didn’t even notice how little I had on. “I was not expecting you.”

“I have lingering concerns about your well-being, Ella Carmichael. You should not have been able to wield Mjolnir. I would be assured that you are not ill affected.” He stepped inside, and stopped, facing me. I pulled the door open a little wider, trying to cover myself.

“Uh, I appreciate your concern,” I started, trying to tug the towel to cover more of me. “But really, I’m fine.”

“You are quite pale.” He stepped closer to me. I backed up and eyed the distance between me, him and the bathroom. He was completely obstructing my path. I clenched my teeth, and bit my lip.

“You seem quite determined to check on me. And I appreciate it. But I am wearing a really skimpy towel right now. Could you maybe turn your back for a minute so I can go put some clothes on?” I felt ridiculous, trying to hide behind my door. But there was just way too much of me showing. His gaze dropped to my shoulders and his eyes widened just a bit.

“I apologize. I forget how overmodest Midgardians can be about nudity.” Again, he didn’t look away. I could feel the flush spreading across my skin. I wasn’t going to be pale for long if he kept staring at me. I cleared my throat and pointed to the couch when his eyes met mine. He smiled, and I think he rolled his eyes, but he acquiesced and walked over to the couch and dropped down on it. I flung the door shut and scampered across the room. I slipped in a puddle of water on my way into the bathroom, shrieked and landed on my ass, the towel trapped up me in a pile. To my eternal mortification, Thor was beside me in an instant. I tried to swat his hands away, but he scooped me from the floor and stood me back up, then bent down to hand me my towel. I was trying to cover my nudity as best as I could with my hands, and couldn’t figure out how to grab the towel without somehow sprouting another arm.

“Uh, just –“ I stammered. Thor’s eyes met mine and he raised an eyebrow. Without breaking eye contact, he tucked the towel under the fingers covering my breasts and walked back out of the bathroom.

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Agent of Shield - chapter 7

Summary: You are a relatively new agent at Shield, but not a field agent, apparently that is about to change when you meet the Avengers and they realize you are a valuable asset

Word Count: 2856

Characters:Steve Rogers x Reader, Helen Cho, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, OC Jacob Miller

@farfromjustordinary @ilovesupersoldiers @art-flirt

Chapter 7

You were barely in the med bay for an hour and your knee was already back to it's normal size. Expecting Dr Cho to be coming back and checking on your progress, you are surprised to see Nick Fury step into your room with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Heard you got into a little scrap today, how ya feeling?" he asked as he handed you the cup.

"Well, my knee is already better, these high tech medical equipment might actually be worth the ass kicking I received" you reply sipping the coffee with a content sigh.

"The word around the tower is you saved the day and shouldn't be behind a desk, everyone on that team is grateful for your quick work today" he states and sits next to you in the chair.

"Is that an actual compliment coming from you, Nicky? I need to write this down, no one will ever believe me. On second thought, can you do that again so I can record it?" you giggle enthusiastically making him more irritated than necessary.

"Alright smartass, report to my office tomorrow and we can discuss changes to your position, that is if you want it" and he was out of the room before you could respond.

"Thanks for the coffee" you yelled after him. Deep in thought, you don't realize Dr Cho is back and checking your stats.

"Ok, you are done with this treatment, come back tomorrow morning and we will double check all the tissue tears are repaired and muscle memory is restored, but everything looks perfect on my end. Don't push yourself too much today, you are still going to be sore, so take the elevator not the stairs, cab rather than subway. We will check again tomorrow but with the way your scans look, you should be cleared quickly for your next mission. Any questions?" she asks looking at you expectantly.

You were a bit in shock so you just shook your head. What did she mean by the next mission? Was Nick really putting you on the team? This is ridiculous, you are a translator, you sit behind a desk, this is not what you expected from this job, but in the back of your head you wanted to jump up and down with excitement, even if you were scared to death.

Making your way through med bay and heading toward the front entrance you are lost in your head and almost run right into Tony and Pepper.

"Y/N, it's good to see you, we heard the mission went well"

"Hi Pepper, sorry, it's been a long day, and yeah another dirtbag locked up, so i would call that a success" you smile at her in response.

"We are heading out, would you like to join us? We can celebrate your first team mission!"

"Thank you for the offer Tony, but I really need a bath before anything else tonight" you state as you continue heading toward the exit.

"At least let us give you a lift home, Happy will get you to that bath a lot quicker than any cab in town" he states while ushering toward the garage. You look at Pepper and her look tells you not to fight him on this.

“Thank you, I appreciate that, it’s been a long day” you sigh as you head towards the car.

“I’m glad things went well today, how do you like working in the field with the team?” Pepper asks as she slides in next to you.

“It was eye opening to say the least. Working behind a desk can be a bit mundane at times, even though I know I’m helping, this was the first time I could really see what we do to protect those who need it, and being able to be a part of that is pretty rewarding, even though I am completely wiped out right now” you respond as honestly as possible. Seeing the victims of these crazy people terrorizing the world was scary, and overwhelming but knowing they are able to return to their families safely.”

Thanking them with a wave as you walked up to your building, you weren’t sure you had the energy needed to even order take out, but you need to get cleaned up and a hot bath really was the only option at this point. Loading up your Sinatra playlist, you slipped into the hot tub after throwing in a lavender bath bomb. Being surrounded in the warmth and letting all your muscles relax you weren’t sure you would ever be able to get up.

You must have fallen asleep because the water was cold when you were startled by a knock at your door. Grabbing your robe, you rushed to the door and checked the peephole. Opening the door slowly you smiled at Steve and a lovely bouquet of flowers.

He looked at you with a shy grin and held out the flowers “these are for you. I went by med bay to check on you, but they told me you were released already. And you look great” he said as he looked at you from head to toe, taking in your appearance.

“Thank you, I uh, I came straight home after Dr Cho released me and decided to soak in the tub to relax, it’s been a crazy day” responding with a sigh and stepping back. “Where are my manners, please come in. I’ll put these in some water and get dressed, would you like something to drink?” you asked while walking to the kitchen.

“No, I didn’t want to intrude, I was just worried about you, you took quite a hit during the mission and wanted to make sure you are ok” following you into the kitchen.

“Oh my gosh” you gasped “I skipped out on the debriefing, Captain I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to take off, I wasn’t thinking. I’ll get dressed and back to the tower right now” you are babbling and suddenly realize he is right in front of you and holding your hands in his.

“I came here as your friend to check on you, not your captain. I wanted to see how you are feeling physically and emotionally, the debriefing is not as important as you are” he responded with a reassuring smile.

When had he crossed the room, did he always smell this good? Wow, his eyes are really beautiful. Giving your hand a squeeze you stopped daydreaming about the man in front of you and smiled.

“Thank you Steve, you are very kind. I’m ok, a little shaken up and still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing” you told him as your stomach began to growl loudly “and apparently I’m hungry too. I was going to order in, would you like to join me?” you asked looking up at him.

“I’d love too, you go change and I’ll order. Anything in particular you want?’ he asked, pulling out his phone.

“Surprise me, I’ll be just a minute” you responded as you headed down the hall. You were dressed heading into the living room when there was a loud bang on the door.

What could he have ordered that would arrive this quickly. Another bang and you were starting to tense “open up, I know you’re in there!” came from behind the door as you looked through the peephole. You started to unlock the door when Steve got up and stepped beside you on high alert.

Turning to him you said “It’s ok” as you opened the door. “Cob, what are you doing here?” you asked as your brother scooped you up in an enormous bear hug. Tapping his shoulder you whispered “I can’t breathe” and started laughing when he finally released you.

“What am I doing here? You told me to come! Holy Shit you’re Captain America!” he said excitedly as he looked at Steve.

“Steve, this is my brother, Jacob Miller. Cob, this is Steve Rogers” you introduced them and thought Cob might pass out at how excited he looked. Ever the gentleman,

Steve stretched out his hand “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jacob, your sister has told me a lot about you.” You ushered everyone back into the living room and realized the Cob was still shaking Steve’s hand. Clearing your throat, Jacob looked up at you and finally let go of Steve’s hand.

“Sorry, he’s never met a real life hero before, I think he’s a little star struck” you giggle as Jacob still has a huge grin on his face like he’s a little kid. “Cob, I didn’t tell you to come, but I’m glad you are here” you tell him as you sit on the other side of Steve on the sofa.

“What? You did tell me to come….your text, 3 exclamation points at the end when we checked in, I got on the first flight here. Joshua’s on his way too, but he’s coming from San Diego and I have no idea when he finally got a flight out. He’ll call when he lands” he explains.

“I am so sorry, I was on some good paid killers and told Natasha to respond, I wasn’t thinking of the codes, I’m sorry, it’s been a long day” you sigh when you realize that you just threw a wrench in both your brothers day because of the codes you always use.

“Natasha as in Natasha Romanoff? That’s awesome! But Uncle Nick had called and said you were beaten up pretty bad, so I was planning on checking up on you anyway. I didn’t tell dad, but Nick probably did, so if you haven't heard from him, he’s probably on his way too. But you don’t look too bad, you still know how to take care of yourself, I’m glad you're ok” he told you sincerely.

Your family always worried about you and wanted to protect you, which was always so overwhelming growing up, but now you were grateful that they were all dropping everything to be here for you, even if you were perfectly fine.

“I’m good, and I’m glad you are here” you smile at him when you hear a knock at the door.

“That should be dinner, I’ll be right back” Steve says as he gets up and heads out of the room.

Jacob leans over and whispers “I want every last detail on your new captain, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you are dating him.”

You gasp and look at your brother “we aren’t dating, we work together”

“So just sex then?” he asks as he wiggles his eyebrows at you and cover your face with your hands. Knowing full well that your brother has no problem making sexual remarks around anyone and will push the envelope just to get a response out of you.

“Alright, dinner is served!” Steve announces as he walks back into the room “I ordered a lot, so I hope everyone is hungry”

The meal between the three of you was surprisingly good, conversation flowed easily and they both seemed to get along well, but that might have been because Cob was star struck in front of Steve.

"Well, I will head out" your brother announced as he stood from the table "and let you two enjoy the rest of your evening together"

"Actually, I should be heading back to, I have a meeting in the morning, I'm glad to see you are doing so well, Y/N" Steve said as he started clearing the table.

"Ah man, did I ruin your date? I didn't mean to" Cob exclaims as he gives you a wink "you stay, I'll grab a hotel and you two can be as loud as you want!" while clapping Steve on the back.

You gasp and look at Steve, who is starting to blush "seriously Cob? We are colleagues, get your mind out of the gutter! I'm sorry, he's just… I'm not sure what's wrong with him but he's just an annoying big brother" you smirk at Steve.

"Wait, are you telling me that you don't find my sister attractive?! She's beautiful and tough and incredibly smart, but she's not good enough for you?"

Steve is now bright red and looking between you and your brother, trying to figure how he became the bad guy in the room "No! I didn't say that, Y/N is gorgeous and I...I...I actually came here to ask her to dinner with me tomorrow night." Steve states as he tries to take control of the conversation and looks at you.

"I was hoping to ask you properly but I was so flustered when you came to the door with no clothes on and you are so beautiful I almost fainted at the sight of you" he confesses with a shy grin.

"You what!?" Cob looks between the two of you with his eyebrows raised in shock and trying to understand what's going on.

"Not like that you idiot! I just got out of the tub and was in a bathrobe. Ugh, why are like this?" shaking your head at your brother you begin to push him down the hall. "You can stay in my spare room, but please just go away, you are making things weird"

"It was nice to meet you Captain" he yells as you push him into the room and slam the door in his face.

Walking back into the dining room you look up at Steve "I'm sorry about him, he has no filter. And I’m pretty sure his goal in life is to embarrass and humiliate me. Dinner tomorrow would be nice, I would love to.” you smile up at him.

Did I really just agree to a date with Captain America? Maybe I have a concussion or a fever dream. That would make sense, since it’s unlikely for your family to drop everything and show up because you got a little hurt on a mission.

You were broken out of your thoughts when Steve responded “Great! I will pick you up at 7?”

“That sounds good, I’ll see you then” you walk him to the door. Before he leaves he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek. You are sure you have turned bright red from the action and try to suppress your huge smile splitting across your face.

As you are locking the door you hear Cob behind you clearing his throat. “Did I just see Captain Hot Ass just kiss my little sister? HOLY SHIT! This is incredible! I’ve always had the hots for him, and hoping deep down he was at least bi, but now I can live vicariously through you!” he taunts you as you head toward your bedroom and glare at him.

“What is that supposed to mean? It was a kiss on the cheek and 1 dinner date, don’t get your hopes up Cob” you shake your head as you start to change into a tank and sleep shorts.

“Don’t you dare do this to yourself, you deserve to have some fun and be happy. Don’t reduce what that asshole did to you as who you are. That was him tearing you down because he is a pathetic excuse of a human being, that was not your fault” he said following you into your room.

You wanted to believe him, believe that one night was just a huge mistake, misunderstanding or whatever, but ever since then you haven’t had a decent relationship. You have been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the person you like to realize that you are not as innocent as you look and high tail it as far away from you as possible.

That’s how it’s been for the last 3 years and you doubted America’s boy scout would be any different, but until that time came, you would try to just live in the moment and enjoy his company. He was kind and strong and smart and confident and so damn sexy that you thought you were living in a fantasy everytime he looked at you with those piercing blue eyes.

“I know Cob, but the fact is my love life has gone to shit since that night so I’m not getting my hopes up. Now, if you can shut up, I’ll let you watch a movie in my room, I had a rough day and could use some big bro cuddles” you tell him with a soft smile.

You loved your brothers, they were always there for you no matter what, but right now you didn’t want to hear another word.

“Whatever you want, pumpkin!” he smirked as he climbed into bed and pulled you close to his chest. “Ok, so we need to lighten the mood, how about ‘Priscilla Queen of the Desert’?” he asked while grabbing the remote.

“And this is why you are the best gay brother a person could ask for” you settled in and knew you were in good hands no matter what the outcome of the date with Steve or the meeting with Nicky might be.

#marvel fanfiction #marvel au #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #avengers au #avengers fanfiction #marvel fandom #avengers fandom

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Disabled Sci-Fi: Internship-seeking Veronica

Here (below the cut) is the next short story in my Disabled Sci-Fi series. It centers around Veronica Lee, a wheelchair user living on a colony spaceship. She’s just finished high school and is looking for an intern position in her favorite field: science.

Feedback (and suggestions for future stories) always welcome :) I just really enjoy writing about disabled characters using the knowledge I’ve picked up about experiences from spoonie/disability tumblr and being disabled myself.

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Veronica takes a deep breath. She adjusts her position in her wheelchair to be a bit more comfortable. Tries to resist the urge to strangle the woman across the table.

“As you know, Ms. Lee,” the woman in the stiff, gray clothes continues, “Everyone has a role to play on the ship. We begin to look for career matches at age sixteen so that everyone can find their ideal role. I just imagine that our choices will be… limited… given your situation.”

Inwardly, Veronica rolls her eyes. Sometimes she may as well have three heads, for the way people struggle to talk to her like a normal person. Like being unable to walk is a situation and not just another detail of her life, like having straight hair. “I know why you might think that,” Veronica replies, choosing her words carefully. This woman is the only career counselor for the entire ship, so she doesn’t have the option of pissing her off. “But I think that accommodations can be made for most of the jobs around here. It’s not like I’m asking to be a zero-gravity engineer. And my chair can get almost anywhere, with all the ramps.”

The gray woman gives a small, forced smile, and says, “Alright then. What are your areas of interest?”

“I’m most interested in biology,” Veronica says, relieved to be talking about something else. “Whether it’s working in the medical wing or in a lab, I’m just really interested in those kinds of things.”

“Hmm,” the woman mutters, scrolling through a document on the screen in front of her. “There’s an open trainee position in the botany lab. Job description includes… let’s see here… working with microscopes and other various tools to alter plants and fight disease…”

“Sounds great. I was good with microscopes in my classes.” Maybe this is actually going to be fine, Veronica thinks.

“I’m looking over the images of the lab,” the woman goes on, “and all of the counters are standard-height. I’m not sure if you’d be able to reach everything you needed to--”

“Adjustments can be made,” Veronica interrupts.

“It’s just that the lab has very strict rules about what kind of furniture can be present, due to cleaning procedures, and…” she sighs. “I’m sorry. The system is quite inflexible sometimes, but the procedures are important for optimal plant growth.”

“The system is only as inflexible as we make it,” Veronica argues. “Please, just put me down for the trial position. I can talk to my trainer about making things work.”

The woman sighs. “I suppose I can do that. If it’s not a good fit, we can always try something else. I hear the food service wing has a variety of opportunities.”

Yes, Veronica thinks, because my perfect grades and area of interest just scream “food service”. But she’s getting a shot at what she wants, so she’s going to do her best to tolerate this prejudiced woman. “Um, thank you. I’ll see how the botany job goes first.”

“Wonderful,” the woman says, in a rehearsed, not-very-wonderful tone. “All of the information has been sent to your messages app. The position starts next week, but you’ll want to look over everything to make sure you’re prepared.”

***

The next day, Veronica has an appointment to meet her training supervisor and talk with him about the lab and the work they do there. When she arrives at the lab wing and wheels through the sliding doors, she is faced with a bored-looking receptionist who barely glances up from his screen. Once he sees her chair, he looks up again, muttering, “Can I help you with something? Are you lost?”

Lost, she inwardly huffs, desperately trying not to roll her eyes. Because they’re not used to seeing someone who looks like me around here. She takes a breath, then says, “Um, actually, I’m here to meet with Dr. Stonecroft about the trainee position. Veronica Lee? Meeting set for 10:30?”

The young man takes a moment to process this, then says, “Oh, right, I see it in here. I’ll send a message to Dr. Stonecroft that you’re here.”

As she waits, Veronica mentally steels herself for the argument she expects will come. She spent most of the night lying awake thinking of her rebuttals to various questions, and obsessing about it via messaging with her friend Lila until she fell asleep and stopped responding.

Veronica wanted this job so badly. She couldn’t imagine being stuck somewhere like food service her entire life, not when she had such an interest in science.

A door behind the receptionists’ desk slid open, and through it walked a short, brown-skinned man with round glasses and a lab coat. “You must be Veronica,” he said, greeting her with a smile and extending his hand down to shake hers. “Herman Stonecroft, glad to finally meet you. Please, come with me.”

She followed him eagerly, squeezing carefully through a narrow doorway that barely allowed room for her fingers to move the wheelchair without getting squished. When it widened into a hallway, Dr. Stonecroft slowed to walk by her side, guiding her first into the greenhouse.

It was one of the most beautiful places Veronica had ever seen. Most of the places on the ship were dull shades of gray, sparingly decorated because supplies had to be conserved. But this room was alive with color: Red tomatoes and berries hanging on vines, nearly ripe enough to pick; yellow peppers and another plant that Veronica couldn’t identify; and green, green everywhere, from the early sprouts in their hydroponic rows to the leaves of fruit trees and tall corn stalks.

“This is amazing,” Veronica said. “I’ve never seen so many plants in one place. And it smells so… fresh,” she added, trying out a word she hadn’t had much cause to use before. Little in life was fresh when you lived in space.

Dr. Stonecroft smiled. “I remember thinking that the first time I came here too. The greenhouse is lovely, of course, and very showy, but most of our work is done back in the labs. We’ll come to water the plants, but other workers harvest them. We spend most of our time managing disease and keeping our plants strong. Our effort is vital to maintain food supply.”

“Right, of course,” she replied, not discouraged. “It’s just a privilege to be able to see all of this. They let us each grow a bean plant in science class, and I thought that was cool.”

“I’ll show you to the labs now,” Dr. Stonecroft said, leading her through a large set of double doors at the back of the room. They led into a hallway with a few other doors, and she could see through the glass walls that each contained lab benches with microscopes and other instruments.

He scanned his badge at one of the doors, and it slid open to allow them through. Veronica noticed that all of the countertops were slightly above eye level for her; she couldn’t imagine getting her arms up there to work productively, let alone looking into a microscope that sat even higher. But Dr. Stonecroft didn’t seem to notice the disparity. He continued right on with his enthusiastic introduction as a few scientists turned from their work to stare at her.

“We start most of our interns out with basic microscopy - slide preparation, cell counting, studying images to learn signs of abnormal growth. You’ll help tend some of the plants as well. And of course you’d be led through this by another team member when I’m not available. You wouldn’t be expected to do anything on your own for some time - I know that the school’s science department was a bit lacking in resources.”

“That sounds great,” Veronica said. “I thought microscopy was really cool, but we only had two microscopes for the whole class to use, and they were pretty old. So I’ll be happy to learn as much as possible here.”

Dr. Stonecroft smiled. He was fairly soft spoken, and Veronica had decided already that she would enjoy learning from him - if this worked out. “I’m glad to hear that, Veronica,” he began. “I wish more students had your interest in this area. I’ve had several trainees think that they were here to water plans and pick fruit, and decided to quit when they learned it was much more.”

Veronica nodded. It seemed like this was a really promising opportunity. “Right. But, Dr. Stonecroft, we should probably talk about -- I mean, I’m sure you noticed. I’m in a wheelchair. I can’t exactly reach the lab countertops, or the ground-level planters. The lady at the career center mentioned that sometimes regulations don’t allow certain furniture, but--”

“Veronica,” he said, stopping her. “Let me tell you something. I have never turned an interested student away, and I don’t plan to now. I will saw the legs off of some lab benches myself if necessary.” He gave her a small but knowing smile. “As long as you like it here, we will be lucky to have you.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off of Veronica’s chest. Sure, she could still see a couple of the scientists side-eyeing her as they pretended to get on with their work. Sure, not everyone would be used to her at first. But her mentor was open-minded and friendly. And everyone else would get used to her and her chair, especially once she showed them the kind of work she could do.

She hadn’t met someone like Dr. Stonecroft in a long time - someone who just treated her like a person, instead of a person in a wheelchair. She felt pressure behind her eyes, excited and happy tears, and hurried to wipe one away before he could notice. “Thank you so much, Dr. Stonecroft. I’m so excited to start here.”

Dr. Stonecroft escorted her back to the entrance. “We will see you Monday, Veronica.”

Once the sliding door to the lab wing closed behind her, she let her smile break open wide and wheeled as fast as she could down the quiet hallways, barely able to contain herself. When she was finally home, the door closed behind her, she screeched with delight. “Yes! I did it!” she yelled to no one in particular. For once, she thought with a contented sigh, something finally worked out.

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When Flowers Bloom

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Tony Stark x Male!Reader Summary: Soulmates are funny things, sometimes the road to finding them isn’t so one way. Word Count: 1,488 Request: @marc-isthename “The touchy flowery soulmate-y thingy that I kinda thought of in the middle of the night 😄 ye that one 😛” A/n: I actually don’t know the flowery soulmate AU but I gave it a go, okay, I admit, this is a bit messy

Tony hated the dreaded question.

“What about you, Tony? Have you met your soulmate?”

All Tony could answer was “Well, in a way.”

Because Tony has already met them, but at the same time he hadn’t. Tony wasn’t expecting anything to happen that day, the only time he decides to actually walk out the Stark building to have a nice stroll around New York, he bumps into his assuming soulmate.

Which sucks because he doesn’t know who it is.

But, Tony knows he’s found his soulmate because he felt a sharp pain in his head and on his hand, lifting his hands up to find red camellias blooming across the back of his hands. Yet, when he stretches his neck to find anyone doing the same as him, he couldn’t find them.

Swept away from him.

So, when someone notices his flower, he instinctively pulls down the sleeve of whatever item of clothing he was wearing because he’s embarrassed. He desperately wants to meet whoever he’s destined to be with and hopes whoever that maybe won’t shut him out.

Tony had a fascination with blooming flowers, so when the flowers bloomed on his skin he forgets his journey to grab some coffee and makes a dash for his office. Pepper looked amused when she saw Tony look all excited for a moment, then she noticed the vibrant red flowers on his right hand.

Camellias were given the meaning "my destiny is in your hands,” Tony didn’t know if he could handle so much responsibility.

“Camellias also mean longevity, desire, passion, perfection and excellence,” Pepper educated Tony, who finally looks up from his hand, a small smile on her face, “Did you not meet?”

“Pulled away by the crowd before I could figure out who it was,” Tony explains, sighing longing as he rubs his left thumb over the flowers, which caused them to close before opening again.

“Well, whoever it may be, thinks you are of perfection and hopes for your successfulness. Whoever it may be, believes that they will love you strongly as the flower suggests.”

Pepper and Rhodey became very protective of Tony in the next few months because they know the story that Tony hadn’t exactly met his soulmate but when the Avengers asks, they immediately think that either Tony or Tony’s soulmate had shut them out - refused to be soulmates, refused the bond.

But, all Tony ever dreamt of, all he’s ever wanted was to be loved.

He wonders what his could be, what flower had bloomed on his soulmate’s hand.

So, when the Avengers found out the reason about Tony’s flowers, they went into protecting Tony mode - they would always divert topics or interrupt conversations if the question was asked or anything related to the flower.

“You’ll find them again, don’t lose hope.”

He doesn’t want to be part of the cohort of people who never meet their soulmate.

“They’re out there!”

Tony wonders, if his soulmate was searching for him. He wonders if his soulmate smiles when they gaze upon the blooming flower on the dorsal side of their hand, just like Tony does.

And, he wonders, if they ever use the flowers to ground them because when Tony is losing his sense of reality, the charming red flowers that mimick the movements of it in the wind brings him back to his senses.

Then, he fanaticises who he may be bonded to because, in the back of his mind, he reminds himself to thank them for gracing his skin.

Tony leans back in his seat, running his hand through his hair as he stares at the screen that had been mocking him for the past hours.

“May I suggest sleep?”

“No, you cannot Jarvis,” Tony grumbles, rubbing his eyes as he pulls his feet off the table, “What time is it?”

“Five thirty, sir, Mr Rogers have left the tower for his morning run half an hour ago. Dr Banner has just fallen asleep and the two assassins are still asleep.” Jarvis updated.

Tstretchesches his back, popping his joints into place and reliving the stress in his muscles as he stands up.

“Any coffee shops open?” Tony asked, pulling a jacket over himself.

“One, sir, twenty-four hours open. I’ll send the location to your phone.”

Tony nods as he sleepily heads out to the elevator, he looks down at the phone and noticed the walk to the coffee shop was only five minutes away. It was quiet in the morning, granted it was so early, Tony stops to admire the sun coming up to shine upon New York.

The streets of New York was bare, manageable for Tony. At least, there was no one to bother him. The coffee store he finds himself entering was small and cosy, the smell was very inviting.

Tony makes his way to the counter to be invited by a girl who looked equally tired, though he had noticed how she had widened her eyes when she noticed who was standing before her. Tony didn’t know whether if she was taking an early shift or night shift.

“Just coffee, black,” Tony responded, he needed something strong to keep him awake for the next twelve-hour period.

“Mhm, okay, sir,” She nods, “To go?”

Tony nodded and thought she was the only one until a man comes from the back, carrying a coat in his hand. Tony smiles at the tired man, who smiled back and Tony couldn’t help but find the smile charming.

“(Y/n)? You can’t possibly leave now when you have one more coffee to make.” The girl calls out, making you stop.

You stare at Tony Stark, star-struck at the man, before placing your jacket under the counter and grabbed the to-go cup. You weren’t missing the opportunity to make Tony Stark his coffee no matter how tired you were from night shift.

As you finished making the coffee, you hand the cup to him with a smile, “Just coffee, black,” You recited his words back to him.

You brushed his hand when he takes the cup and notices a burning sensation throbbing in your head. You blinked a couple of times as you dumbfoundedly stared at Tony.

Tony stares at you, a disbelief breath escape his lips, but he mimics your reaction, his lips pulling into a smile.

“I’ve missed you the first time,” Tony jokes, as you nod silently, “(Y/n).”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of your name. He must have heard it when your fellow worker calls your name. He likes how naturally it rolls off the tongue, he smiles and you can’t help but smile back.

“Can I?” You asked, pointing to his hand.

Tony nods enthusiastically, bringing his hand to you, proudly showing it off to you, you run your least dominant hand over the flowers, which move in the direction of your movements, watching them react positively with your touch you looked in awe.

“Do you know what it means?”

“Red Camellias, longevity, desire, passion, perfection and excellence,” Tony beams.

You nodded, the flower meaning ringing a familiarity, “My destiny is in your hands.”

Then you bring up your dominate hand, placing on the counter. There, Tony sees blue flowers graced upon the dorsal side of your hand. You smile at them, a tingling sensation runs through you when Tony leans on the counter, elbows supporting him as it was his turn to touch your hand.

You stare at him fondly, he wasn’t the genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist, he wasn’t Iron Man at the very moment. He was Tony Stark, the soulmate you were desperately trying to find in the passing month.

“Forget-Me-Not,” You informed him, as he looks up at the sound of your voice, “Of course, other than it’s obvious meaning by its name. It also represents true love, a symbol of fidelity, long-lasting connections.”

“Forget-Me-Not,” Tony echos.

“In my opinion, Tony,” His name found home to your mouth, it was natural sounding when you speak, “you’re hard to forget.”

“I doubt that I’ll be forgotten soon enough, the world will forget about me.”

“Well, then, I hope they’ll remember you.”

There was a clear tone in your voice, sharp and full of pride. Tony drops his flowered hand next to yours on the counter as you both watched how the two flowers slowly integrate home on both, you and him. The red and blue clashing yet so artistically.

“I’ll remember you,” You continue, “I mean your flowers like to say so.”

You throw back the meaning of the flowers back at him, you grinned at him, a sense of mischief gleamed in your eyes. Tony couldn’t help but noticed the bubbling feeling inside him fester, he was excited what life would be with you, so he does the same and throws the Camellias’ meaning back at you.

“Well, then, I guess you shouldn’t worry if your destiny is in my hands.”

#tony stark #tony stark imagine #tony stark x male!reader #x male reader #Avengers #Avenger #avenger imagines #avengers imagine

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Deed of the Invisible Weasel Ch. 3

“Secrecy and Silence”

Anna met Elsa and Kristoff at the castle entrance and opened her mouth to pepper her sister with questions when she saw the man in red and gold and Elsa’s stern expression. Anna instead prepared herself and Olaf for the guest and wondered about his identity. She was curious as to why Elsa had gone from so playful to so stern in such a short amount of time. She knew from watching from a vantage point in the window that no shots had been fired, but she also knew that the man had come with guards who had not disembarked with him. Who was this mysterious man?

“The luscious Princess Anna,” the man said, and he bowed grandly when he and Elsa and Kristoff got close enough. Both Elsa’s and Kristoff’s eyes widened. Elsa instantly regained her composure, but Kristoff openly glared. He reached for Anna’s hand and he kissed it tenderly before rising. “I am Duke Archibald Sauer of Weselton.” Anna gave a small curtsy and looked over at her sister with uncertainty.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Duke,” Anna said. Olaf pushed forward from behind her and smiled sunnily at the Duke who looked fascinated at the moving snowman.

“Hi! I’m Olaf and I love warm hugs!” Olaf declared with his typical huge smile.

“Is this an example of your miraculous abilities, Queen Elsa?” The Duke of Weselton asked enthusiastically. Elsa nodded and Olaf clasped his hands together, embarrassed to be called a miracle. Weselton whistled appreciatively. “My uncle was a fool to be frightened by such a talent, Your Majesty.” Elsa led the group into the castle. After a short pause, the Duke began to speak again. “I know what you’re thinking – Weselton...didn’t we forbid them from our land and stop all trades with them once and for all? You’re absolutely right, and with good reason, too! My uncle did a great disservice to both Arendelle and Weselton in his last and only visit, but I have come to restore your faith in our people and land.” Weselton spoke expressively and waved his hands as they walked. “I hope to broker a deal with your Dear Queen Elsa to reinstate our trades and our friendship.” He explained. Anna nodded and again glanced at Elsa who looked stoic and every bit the strong leader she was.

“I’ve invited the Duke to join us for lunch while his servant returns to his ship to retrieve his personal effects,” Elsa told Anna. “I would appreciate it if you and Kristoff joined us, Anna,” Elsa said in a voice that left no room for discussion.

“I do have an excellent addition to our meal that Andreas will bring to us straight away,” said the Duke. “It should arrive just in time for dessert. I have brought several Weseltonian specialties for Your Highnesses’ enjoyment including one of my personal favorites, a cheese called Jenny Cheddar.” Weselton spoke in a lively manner that left Olaf wide-mouthed with laughter.

“That sounds lovely, Duke.” Elsa responded cordially. “Perhaps we can try it with our tea.”

“That does indeed sound lovely. It’s so nice of you to rearrange your busy schedule for me today, Your Majesty.” The Duke smiled as the small group walked past several suits of armor and down a staircase.

“Actually,” Elsa said, “You will have to wait until evening. Today I was planning to see the people of Arendelle and I don’t expect them to wait until another day simply because a duke showed up unannounced.” Elsa waited for his response as if she dared him to contradict her. He stared at her with his eyes agog and mouth agape before regaining his composure and nodding.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” the Duke said and dipped his head deeply as a sign of his apology. “How rude of me to presume.”

“Princess Anna, however, will take you to see the sights of the village of Arendelle this afternoon along with its surrounding area. Our servant Kai will make sure that your own servant has everything he needs to get your room set to your standards, and he will receive quarters among our staff,” Elsa told him as they arrived at the dining room. She entered and walked regally to the chair at the head of the table and sat first. Anna sat at her right side with Olaf next to her, and Kristoff sat at her left. The Duke sat next to Kristoff.

Almost as soon as they sat, Kai came in with Andreas who was carrying what looked like a large black hat case. Weselton smiled widely and took the case from Andreas and thanked him copiously before turning back to the table.

“This is the coup de grace of Weselton’s greatest assets: Jenny Cheddar. You’ll find it has a taste more unique than any other in the known world and its flavor is divine. You’ll notice it has a certain spice unlike other cheeses while maintaining a certain sweet nuttiness. It also takes very little to fill you, so it’s very economical these days. The cheese also has a very unusual aroma. It’s indescribable and bold – the very scent of it is enough to make a more delicate lady swoon,” The Duke of Weselton explained happily. He opened the case and a miasma filled the room.

Using the tea saucers, Weselton put a large chunk of Jenny Cheddar on Elsa’s plate, some on Anna’s plate, a slab for Kristoff, and then some for himself and Olaf. The semi-gelatinous black and white cheese jiggled like a belly dancer on each of the saucers. “This cheese is made using our finest donkeys’ milk and then refined over a ten-year process. Because of its long processing time the cheese used to be only available to the richest people of Weselton, but our trade arrangements have allowed us to make the cheese cheap enough that it has become a commodity that can be found in every home in Weselton. Furthermore, it has helped to prevent starvation!” The Duke stated happily.

“We are truly very proud of our Jenny Cheddar. That’s one of the reasons I brought it along – Jenny Cheddar is a real taste of Weselton and part of its trading assets,” Weselton said proudly. “It could become a common item in every Arendellian home, and a source of food stability in the long, cold winters.” Anna and Elsa smiled politely. Kristoff looked uncertain. Olaf had already started piling the cheese into his mouth joyfully. Elsa looked somewhat paler than normal, and Anna attributed that to knowing she would have to taste the cheese.

“I look forward to tasting it,” Elsa said with a deferential smile. She picked up a piece of the globby cheddar with her fork, and Anna and Kristoff watched with fascination as she put it into her mouth. Elsa still looked pale as the cheese entered her mouth, and Anna did not envy her older sister in that moment. Elsa gulped loudly and obviously was struggling to keep her composure. “How piquant,” she said diplomatically after a moment, before burping softly, and dabbing her mouth and eyes with a napkin. Elsa took a few deep breaths and a sip of water from the glass in front of her.

“That’s the perfect word to describe Jenny Cheddar, Your Majesty!” The Duke replied enthusiastically. “I knew a woman of your caliber would understand the depths of its flavor!” Elsa appeared thoughtful for a few moments and when she stood the entire table looked at her in surprise. Elsa swayed slightly on her feet.

“A-anna,” Elsa said shakily, “I need to retire to my chambers. If you could pl-please – “ Elsa stopped speaking, closed her eyes, and reached a trembling hand to her forehead. A deep flush spread across her face and she leaned forward against the table heavily.

“Elsa?” Anna questioned as she forgot all manners and got up to grab her sister’s elbow. “Are you all right?” Elsa let go of her forehead and reached for her sister. “Elsa, what’s wrong? Kristoff, get a servant to call for Dr. Rosted now.” Anna ordered. She immediately caught Elsa’s hand to steady her. Elsa leaned between Anna and the table.

“Are you swooning from the scent of the cheese, My Queen?” The Duke asked and he started to stand with a quirky grin on his face. Kristoff returned and got behind Elsa. Olaf stared in worry, his hands in front of his open mouth.

“Elsa, what’s wrong?” Anna held her sister up gently, yet firmly. “Kristoff, help me!” Anna hissed forgetting about the servants in the room. Elsa moaned and began sinking slowly toward the ground. Anna tried to keep Elsa on her feet, but eventually Kristoff scooped her up gently.

“Now what?” he asked. Elsa dangled limply in his arms.

“It’s the cheese,” the Duke said confidently. “I’ve seen this before; she’ll wake in a few moments. Or we could splash her face with water. He picked up his water glass and started to move it towards Elsa. Before either Anna or Kristoff could say anything, he had tossed its contents into Elsa’s face and the water was dripping down ineffectually. “Oh, that usually works,” Weselton said and blushed. “She must be of a much more delicate constitution than the average woman. How unusual for a queen.” Everyone ignored him.

“Let’s take her to her room.” Anna decided. “Duke, I’m sorry, but lunch is over.” Anna told Weselton as she led Kristoff and Olaf toward the door. Elsa suddenly made a strangulated groaning sound and arched her back in Kristoff’s arms. Her arms reached forward strangely and crossed one another. Much to everyone’s horror, Elsa began to shake furiously. Kristoff dove for the floor with Elsa so she wouldn’t fall out of his arms.

“I’ve never known anyone to react to the cheese like this!” Weselton exclaimed. “Here!” The Duke reached for and grabbed a spoon from the table. “Put this into her mouth so she doesn’t swallow her tongue!” Anna took the spoon and rubbed her thumb against it as she waited for an opportunity to insert it into her sister’s mouth.

“We need Dr. Rosted in here right now!” Anna screamed impatiently. Bloody, foamy saliva escaped from Elsa’s mouth and her lips started tuning pale bluish in color.

Dr. Rosted and Kai were suddenly at their sides.

“What happened? Did she hit her head?” Dr. Rosted asked.

“She was acting like something wrong and then she fell.” Anna told him as she watched her sister continue to seize. “She was eating prior to that. I don’t know why this happened. Will she be all right?” Anna asked desperately. Elsa’s frenetic movements slowed and then stopped altogether. She began sucking in deep and full breaths and her lips returned to a normal color.

“The Queen’s seizure has stopped for now. Let’s get her to her chambers where I may examine her properly,” Dr. Rosted suggested. He checked Elsa’s breathing, and once satisfied, Kristoff picked her up to carry her to her room.

“Let’s go!” Anna said, forgetting all semblances of comportment. She stood and left the room and the luncheon without further comment to the Duke.

“I hope the Queen regains her health quickly!” Weselton called as they exited, and sat back down at the table alone to dine.

#Elsa #anna #snow sisters #Frohana #frozen fanfiction #frozen #Disney #disney fanfiction #duke of weselton #seizure #the deed of the invisible weasel #chapter update #chapter 3 #kristoff #olaf #arendelle

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LeFay’s Writing Prompts Extravaganza

I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but you have the most majestic eyebrows I’ve ever seen.

This is what real friends do…pressure them into doing illegal activities.

Don’t call me an evil creature and keep showing up at my house expecting me to give you more tacos.

If I go to Heaven, I’ll recommend you to God.

I just moved here. So new town…new people…new trees.

Don't worry. I'll shove a banana in his nose to keep him occupied

So I’m just throwing this poor child into the water…

You can be more into it, ya know. Be more enthusiastic about being kidnapped.

I’ll be your friend. Just ignore the fact that I broke your leg. I mean, what are friends for, right?

He got his eyeball taken out yesterday, so now he’s half dark in his eyes.

I mean, kids are nice and all but I like that feeling when you give them back to their parents.

Is it bad when you replace your father with a cat?

I've really only talked to him once but he seemed down on marrying me.

I just accidentally set a cupcake on fire.

There’s more to life than flannel.

Oh my god, this is terrible. My soul mate knows where I live.

I thought I only had one child…

That bug kind of looks like you.

Bruises heal faster than poverty.

It only hurts a little. It’s more like, “Ow,” instead of, “Holy fuck, I’m stabbed.”

I drank a whole bunch of Dr. Pepper and now I’m shaking like a Chihuahua.

Jogging, running— it’s still moving my legs faster than I’m used to.

This isn’t kinky. This is murder.

You can’t just break into people’s houses and watch their TV, and then complain about their TV.

It’s either I talk to you or watch this nipple location surgery.

Trust me, he’s not a serial killer.

I’ll fight you! I mean, I’ll probably lose, but I’ll fight you!

Tybalt wants me dead.

I honestly forgot for a second that hands and mouths exist.

You see who your real friends are when they want to trust random serial killers over you.

Everyone has their asshole moments. Some more than others.

I’m going to be a better version of Lindsey Lohan.

You thought this was a date? This is world domination!

We have a weird relationship. He follows me around and I don’t tell him to go away most of the time.

I know where this is going. I’ve seen too many bad movies about cabins in the woods…like that one movie, Cabin in the Woods.

Did you know moose are extinguished?

I can’t give you sex but I can give you candy bars.

I’ll try to come back before you die.

We should go out for coffee sometime…when I’m not in a cage…or in the back of a police car…

We are two separate pop bands…and we are at war.

He used to be a history buff but then he found plants.

Punch him in the arm that had polio.

He’s asked me multiple times not to call him Mack Daddy, but I still do it.

It’s a policy of mine that a child must beat me in battle before I adopt them.

I can’t sell my body for a porch swing.

We’re going to take this one step at a time and eat this cake.

I don’t associate with the wolf community. I only wanted to bite his ear.

I’m not a princess, I’m Satan.

I just wanted a chair and best friend all wrapped into one.

Super glue tastes nasty.

Hold on, I’ve gotta be ready to sob into my pillow at a moment’s notice.

And then we got into a short meme battle.

There was one time I blew up the yard! ONE time!

I’m not all dead puppies and Satan.

I’m hot, from the bones to the flesh.

I don’t know if you know this, but I actually do a really good impression of a horror movie scream.

It’s either you’re breaking up with him or I’m breaking him.

We were in the bathroom watching a movie.

I base a restaurant’s worth on their chimichanga.

Florida is not southern. Florida is the northern state that somehow got attached to the south.

Don’t put duct tape on your nipple.

We were trying to lure out Elvis.

That would be so cute, us sitting over tax forms and going, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I swear to God, if I have to give up another kidney again…

Back then, I’m sure that swordfighters were a lot more common than professional golfers.

We use memes to cover the sadness in our hearts.

If we’re gonna do this, we need to do this cheaply.

Hold on, I have to go bother these people; they’re listening to a terrible song.

Stop being racist against wind chimes.

Last night we accidentally made ten cakes.

I have to go contemplate this in the shower.

I’m topless and terrified.

Oh, let’s go to Purgatory! They have such nice scenery this time of year!

#writing prompts #feel free to reblog and use these!#to be clear though I myself am not taking prompts at this time

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destiel fic recs part 3

Part 1

Part 2

I’ve added heart to the ones i really-really love for perhaps personal reasons, but otherwise these are all beautiful fics and you won’t regret reading them! (same goes for my previous lists obvi :))

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The Secret Santa of Cubicle Land by followyourenergy Castiel Novak has never loved the workplace Secret Santa tradition, but he loves watching his coworker (and his very straight, secret crush) Dean Winchester’s enthusiastic responses to his daily gifts. Dean is so enthusiastic that he declares he’s going to ask his Secret Santa on a date.

Dry in the Downpour by almaasi Dean was in half a mind – nay, three-quarters of a mind – just to turn back, go home, make coffee, call in sick and watch wrestling and porn all day, when the rain stopped abruptly.

He glanced around in surprise, then looked up.

An umbrella. Someone had put an umbrella over him.

Adagio by noangelsinthegarrison

<3 “His name’s Dean," Cas sighs, "And he’s really stupidly attractive, and when he dances, he feels it, you know? And it makes me feel like I know him, even though I don’t. He makes me feel like… like he’s dancing just for me.”Gabriel rolls his eyes, “Wow, you’re over-dramatic when you’re horny.”

He Thought He Was Reckless by MajorEnglishEsquire Cas settles back and rolls his head on the seat. Tugs on the corner of Dean’s jacket.

Sits there. Pathetic-looking and unnecessarily bleeding.

(a.k.a.: Dean is a super Soft Boy.)

The Age-long Rivalry Between Pilots and Engineers by Winglesss <3 Living on a space station isn´t easy. Especially when you share your quarters with someone like Castiel Novak.

Irresistible by raths_kitten

<3 Castiel is a lonely wizard longing for a familiar to bond with. Dean just really wants a taste of this pie that’s luring him in somehow.

so this is the miracle by deanniker He doesn't believe in magic, or fairytales, or happy endings. If someone were to ask his opinion, he'd say that the ball is nothing more than a clever stunt, something meant to drum up popular support for the new king, that would inevitably come to naught when he married some foreign princess.

No one asks him his opinion, of course.

10-50 k

A Brief Glimpse by cloudyjenn Castiel is utterly convinced he can't love anyone, but Sam, so when a strange occurrence at a carnival shows him otherwise, he doesn't know what to do.

Unholy Ground by teacass (Fushigi) “And I’m not a vandal,” the man shoots back. “My name’s Dean. And I think there’s been a misunderstanding—”

“No,” Castiel hisses. “I have watched you. I have seen you creep around with your shovel and your gun and I have seen you trying to desecrate the graves, my graves, so do not talk to me about a misunderstanding—” Dean holds his hands up and shakes his head. “Shit, man, I swear I’m not trying to—” Castiel has had enough, though, so he flicks his wrist and pushes Dean over one of the tombstones and down to the ground. Dean falls with a grunt and tries to stand up quickly, but Castiel keeps him pinned to the ground with a raise of his eyebrow. “I am the guardian of this cemetery,” he states when he stops and looks down on the struggling man. “I will not be made a fool of, especially not by someone like you.”

Chili Peppers by justanothersong for literaryoblivion Dr. Winchester hears an off hand comment from one of his students and find himself browsing a website dedicated to rating university professors. He's not surprised by his rating -- but is a little miffed to see the department chair has an even better one. Clearly, something needs to be done about this.

The Choice by RedheadedSuperhero To solidify the alliance between the Houses of Veenah and Winchester, Castiel agrees to marry one of Lord John’s sons. It’s not like he has any say in that matter anyway – as a marriage of convenience is the fate of almost any royal omega. He is even grateful that the king of Winchester had offered him to make his own choice between his three children. From all he had heard, Castiel already likes the scholar Samuel from afar; he certainly prefers him to the infamous Demon Knight or Adam, who is hardly more than a pup. So, he believes his decision is already made as he travels towards his new home.

But unfortunately, things go horribly wrong, and Castiel finds himself alone in an unclaimed forest, with only a strange hunter to help him find his way the castle of Winchester. And by the time he arrives, he might have already changed his mind.

Don't Be So Charming by PieDarling - Very loosely based on the movie “Prince Charming” -

Prince Dean was always meant to be fortunate, all the fairies and witches in the kingdom of his father would shower him with gifts. However, one of them had a deep darkness in her heart and out of selfishness cursed him instead, condemning him to have everyone fall under his charm and never know true love. His only hope is to break the curse before his 21st birthday.

At first, Dean is lost. How can he fall in love when everyone he meets falls under his charm? He finds hope in a magic coin his mother left him and in search of that hope he sets out on a journey with his childhood friend, Castiel, as his companion. Castiel is the only person Dean has ever met to not be affected by his curse, he trusts him more than anyone else.

Manifest Destiny by KreweOfImp The year is 1899. The Wild West is in its dying days—but don’t tell that to the outlaws of Eastern Kansas. The gangs are Winchester and Novak, and the feud is bitter and blood-soaked.

The families were friendly once upon on a time, but that time is long gone, and when Michael Novak, the second-in-command to the Novaks, sees the opportunity to have Dean, golden boy and heir apparent to the Winchester gang at his mercy, he takes it. They have history, Michael and Dean, and he’s been waiting on this opportunity for a long time.

What Michael didn’t bank on was that his cousin Castiel, the Novak gang’s resident scapegoat and outcast, would have some sympathy for the prisoner—let alone start to like him.

Eyes Like Knives by jennyfly for palominopup When rockstar Dean Winchester comes home to Austin to play a stop on his sold-out tour, he's surprised after the encore by a hot cop barging backstage to deliver some awful news. Not only is Detective Castiel Novak the bearer of bad news, but he also wants to question Dean's estranged brother, Sam. Can a frantic police investigation over the course of a single weekend result in a lasting romance? Hey, this is fanfiction; why not?

Knocking on Heaven's Door by sir_kingsley Dean Winchester left Castiel Novak in pieces when he broke off their engagement 21 days before they were supposed to get married. Now, a year later, Castiel has put himself back together and is moving on with his life and he seems to be doing okay. Until Dean comes knocking on his door at ass-o'clock in the morning. Now Cas must come to terms with the mess of a man who broke his heart but somehow still... has it.

Shadow and Storm by zaphodsgirl One night, a mysterious visitor appears in young Prince Dean's bedroom, and he suddenly finds himself transported to an abandoned replica of his home in an unknown land. He learns quickly that the borders are finite, and none may leave without incurring the wrath of the guardian: a dragon the people call Storm.

Left with no choice, Dean adapts to life as the others have, tending to the animals and working the land to survive. As he grows up, the life he knew as a prince seems more and more distant, until a new person arrives that he remembers from his childhood. Shaken by this arrival, Dean’s desire to escape returns anew, and he discovers more than he wanted to know about the Shadowlands and its occupants -- especially about the mysterious guardian of the castle, Castiel.

Such Familiar Magic by saltnhalo When solitary witch Castiel finds an injured dog unconscious in his garden, he takes it in. He's expecting to heal it, look after it for a few days, then perhaps return it to its owners.

He's not expecting it to be one of the strongest familiars he's ever met.

The Greatest International Love Story the World Has Ever Seen by MalMuses Dean wasn’t the type of person who did this kind of thing. He just wasn’t. GISH?? Ugh. The whole thing was just further proof that Dean would do anything his brother wanted him to do. Why else would he be in a Stormtrooper costume, calling up his ex-girlfriend for a private yoga class? Had he been stuck in a rut that long? Given that he’d been pining for the same freakin’ guy, his professor and coworker no less, for three long years… maybe.

Cas was definitely the type of person who did this kind of thing, not that many people knew that. He was one of the most well-respected professors at KSU. His students and coworkers didn’t need to know that he was captain of a GISH team, or that he knitted kinky accessories and made art with his online friends. His TA certainly didn’t need to know either. Just professionalism, of course. Nothing at all to do with the failed attempt at a relationship, three years of pining, and frequent inappropriate daydreams.

A two-person love triangle with online friendships, costumes, and a lot of glitter.

Scintilla by WinchestersRaven Dean Winchester: ghost hunter extraordinaire! Call now for all your paranormal needs!

He cringes at the flyer. It's tacky and cliche, but Sam insisted it would bring in more customers. And dammit, if he wasn't right--this new case sounds like a doozy.

Dean’s a medium with a unique gift of being an empath. Seeing and speaking with the dead is as normal to him as speaking with his brother, Sam. A new job leads him to Georgia, Castiel Novak, and a historical home that’s tucked away on a mountain. As he investigates, he not only uncovers the secrets of his client’s family but also one of his own that he may not recover from. One that has the potential to destroy the budding relationship that is quickly forming between him and Castiel. Will they make it through to see the light on the other side? Or will the darkness that surrounds the home claim them as its next victims?

If At First You Don't Succeed (Destroy All Evidence That You Ever Tried) byjustkeeponwriting “Three days, Cas,” Dean groaned. “You’re not going to call her tomorrow and scare her off, like you always do! Or worse, tonight! That has ‘creeper’ written all over it.”Or, the one where Dean pretends to be a woman who likes to text Cas in order to teach him a lesson, and finds that he’s way in over his head. (Inspired by How I Met Your Mother's episode 4x21, "The Three Days Rule".)

Pineapple on Pizza by HigherMagic In a world where everyone is colorblind until meeting their soulmate, Castiel suddenly sees color during one of his concerts.

Lois Lane Never Had it So Hard by FunnyWings <3 It started with the most humiliating picture of Dean Winchester's life and just snowballed from there.When a sinister new big bad moves into Lawrence Kansas, will the local heroes (and maybe a few villains) be able to band together and save their home?

Get a Whiff of This by bendingsignpost <3 When no good deed goes unpunished, Dean ends up sentenced to community service for physically defending another Omega at his job. That is, at his former job. It's all a steaming pile of shit, and that's exactly what he has to clean up at the joint animal shelter and clinic he's been assigned to.With a face full of allergies and a horrific mood, all Dean has to do is get through six weeks of this sinus-assaulting torture. That's not so easy with a smartass Alpha receptionist, but at least the weird Beta vet might just end up being kinda cool.

Dean Winchester is Not Afraid of Ghosts by Desirae When photographer Dean Winchester is not capturing momentous occasions like weddings and graduations with his Nikon, he is moonlighting as the cameraman for the South Shore Paranormal; a ghost hunting series on YouTube, headed by his brother Sam, and Sam's best friend Gabriel.Despite his brother's adamance, Dean Winchester does not believe in ghosts. And no one is going to change his mind. Certainly not a scam artist like Castiel Novak. Castiel is a self-proclaimed medium... and Gabriel's brother. When a member of the SSP team has to leave the crew, Castiel is the replacement, much to Dean's dismay. But the more they work together, the more Dean is drawn to Castiel, the man stirring up protective instincts usually only reserved for family.What happens when Dean realizes that Castiel is not the fake he always thought he was, but instead, a generous soul that Dean is rapidly falling in love with?

Looking For Group by athaclena Dean Winchester is in love with his best friend, a man he has never met, who goes by the handle AngelofThursday. Problem is, Thursday values his privacy and refuses to meet. Dean buries himself in his work at his bakery Slice of Pi and in computer games, desperately trying to move on from a man he can never have.

James Novak has problems of his own. Trying to cling onto what sense of security he can, he drifts around the city from café to coffee-shop to bar, using their wi-fi to keep his online footprint anonymous. He falls in lust with The Beautiful Man at his favourite coffee-shop, Study/Break, and turns to his best friend The_Michaelsword for advice.

A two-person love triangle for the digital age.

Time Still Exists by starespressos Castiel Novak has dreamed of participating in a theater dancing project forever. When a spot opens at Rowena MacLeod's theater, he jumps right in -- even though it means taking over from someone who has recently passed away. Soon enough, he meets Dean, who spends almost as much time at the theater as Castiel does but refuses to share any details about himself. Castiel is intrigued by him, and not only because Dean is the first person in a long time to treat him with anything less than admiration. As their friendship and the mystery around Dean deepen over time, Castiel’s perception of both himself and the universe is changed forever.

Falling Through The Ice by athaclena for JupiterJames Dean's finally retired from the Dallas Stars, and he's back at his original home ice-rink for a publicity stunt for his autobiography. Problem is, he has to do something that terrifies him. Second problem is, he has to do it in front of the man he was best friends with as a kid, until the ice cracked under him and he was left on the wrong side of an increasingly large chasm.

A story about smashing expectations (and some pumpkins), what it means to be brave, and how to follow your heart. Also, smut.

Genie in a Bottle by thepopeisdope

<3 When Dean finds (okay, steals) a bottle containing a strange, glowing blue substance, he does so thinking it's a cool novelty, at best. It didn't exactly cross his mind that the substance might be a living being, let alone a grumpy, sarcastic, perpetually-underdressed genie waiting for a new master. But now that he has a bona fide genie at his disposal, well-what better chance will he have to help things along with Lisa?

Except, things don't always go as expected, relationships are complicated, magic is never the solution, and sometimes the person you want isn't the person you need.

Between the Lines by JhanaMay Environmental rights activist Castiel Novak may not have grown up on the Plains, but he has thrown himself into protecting and conserving South Dakota’s natural treasures as if he was a native. When Dean Winchester, Hollywood’s modern day John Wayne, comes to South Dakota to film his next movie, Cas is more focused on preventing the environmental damage Dean’s movies cause than hoping for a chance to meet him. After Cas makes some negative comments on social media about the actor’s authenticity as a cowboy, he is invited to spend a week alone with the star, roughing it in the wilderness. Cas sets out to prove exactly how fake Dean Winchester really is, but he isn’t expecting to find out that Dean is a troubled man running from a past that is just as difficult as his own.

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so bitter and so sweet by superhoney Dean has known about the family curse ever since it claimed the life of his mother: anyone who dares to love a Winchester is fated to die. When he takes a chance on love and loses his husband Benny, his belief in its power only grows stronger.

Two years later, a late-night phone call from his brother Sam sends both of their lives spinning wildly out of control. Then Officer Cas Novak arrives in town, looking into the disappearance of Sam’s girlfriend Ruby, and starts asking questions Sam and Dean can’t answer. Complicating matters even further, Dean feels an immediate, overwhelming connection to the intense, blue-eyed source of their problems.

Dealing with all the secrets, the lies, and a brother slowly crumbling under the weight of his guilt doesn’t leave much time for romance, but as Cas gets closer to the truth, he also gets closer to Dean.

Will you be my ten inch hero? by NotfunnyDean (IronEyes) When John Winchester kicks Dean out, after he saw him kissing another boy, and Dean sees that Sam has a perfect life at Stanford without him, Dean starts a new life in Santa Cruz. He works at a tiny shop as a cook, has found some friends there, and is overall happy enough. That changes when Castiel comes into his shop and his Co-worker Azara, who has a different man every night, starts flirting with him right in front of Dean. Not that he would be jealous or anything, but there is something about Castiel that makes him weak in the knees. Only that Castiel would never want him back, right?

Reality of Dreams by sternchencas for my sister Dean Winchester has been living a boring life. At least until his brother is missing, the police think he has something to do with it, and a group of people who call themselves 'Liberi Somniorum' and live in an underground bunker ask him to join them so they can teach him how to use his dreaming abilities. As if that isn't bad enough, the police also took his car and then there's this guy in a trenchcoat who's guarding him, and some dark secret. Dean does his best to convince himself it's a dream. But somehow, sometimes, dreams can be very real, and this time, he just can't wake up.

Green Corners by rustling_pages

<3 After the death of his son, there is nothing left for Dean other than his garden market. His days are tough, the nights are tougher, but at least there's a reason to get up in the morning. And with the new boom on do-it-yourself garden magic, his business is going okay.

Amidst the passing of time, there is only one thing that distracts him from functioning like a normal human being: Diagonally across the street, in the display window of that traditional Herb and Potion shop, plants are dying in masses.

Storming in to confront the owner goes differently than he imagined, though. Castiel Novak may be the kind of guy who wears old-fashioned mage robes and keeps his shop in sweltering heat, but he's also a talented herbalist, the kindest soul Dean has ever met, and utterly beautiful.

Not that Dean is ready for anything other than friendship.

(Not that Cas doesn’t get sick a bit too often.)

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets <3 Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

Turn the World to Gold by superhoney, teacass (Fushigi)

<3 Just as Dean is starting to get comfortable at his new mining job in Nevada, the site is shaken by the announcement of a six-week visit from a team of consultants hired to make changes to the practices and procedures of the mine. Among that team is Castiel Novak, one of the most coolly infuriating, stuck-up, unfairly attractive men Dean has ever met.

The friction between them comes to a head during an unexpected but scorching hot makeout session at a company picnic, and they soon fall into a pattern of hooking up at the site or after work at Castiel’s hotel. But it’s just sex, or so they keep telling themselves. Castiel is only in Nevada for six weeks. They’ll have their fun, and then it’ll be over. But as those six weeks go by and they gradually get to know each other, both of them find themselves wondering if there might be a chance it could become something more.

Where the Lightning Splits the Sea by thepopeisdope Seattle’s hero never fails to live up to his given nickname. Like an angel, he appears when he’s needed most, a miracle when none is expected; he gets in quick, then gets out quicker, and like the angel he is, he goes off to perform his miracles elsewhere, often without any link between one miracle and the next, aside from the fact that he shows up when someone needs help.That’s how Dean met him, after all. The Angel is the only reason he’s alive.And that’s also why Dean is more than a little bit in love with him.But when the Angel is suddenly defeated, Dean’s world turns on its head. His city is in a vacuum, heroless for the first time in years, and to make Dean’s life even harder, his roommate has turned quiet, withdrawn. Dean doesn’t know what happened to make Cas’ mood swing so drastically, but he wants nothing more than to see him happy again. Dean owes the Angel a debt. Choosing between the two isn’t an easy thing to do.When the Hunter is born, the balance becomes nearly impossible to keep up.

Pining Sickness; Or, Murder With One Stone by athaclena, iraeim New York, 1895. The rigid customs of the old century are beginning to fall away, allowing access to the professions for more people than just Omega men and Alpha women. Dean Winchester, the city’s first Alpha male Detective, uncovers evidence that a mysterious new illness killing mated couples might have its origins is the criminal rather than the medical.Castiel Novak is a respectable Omega doctor who has started to see patients dying cruelly of something he cannot cure or even effectively treat. Approached by the Detective to once again give his medical expertise, he is eager to work towards finding a cause and, he hopes, a cure for the unfortunate sufferers. But both men harbour a secret attraction towards the other, and the quest for the truth will stretch their relationship beyond its limits.A historical murder mystery set against a backdrop of a non-traditional Omegaverse.

Silver and Cold by superhoney The death of a young man in an apparent animal attack brings hunter Cas Novak to the small town of Sydnam, Maine. It doesn’t take long for him to realize he’s tracking a werewolf, but discovering the killer’s identity is no easy task. All signs point towards Dean Winchester, a lonely recluse who lives in the middle of the woods and whose antagonistic behaviour does little to lessen Cas’ suspicions.As the investigation drags on, their mutual distrust gives way to a wary alliance. Cas’ instincts warn him that Dean is hiding something, but as he uncovers the man beneath the mystery, his professional interest becomes far more personal. Praying his faith in Dean isn’t misplaced, Cas races to catch the killer before the next full moon rises and another life is abruptly cut short.

The Horse-King by cloud_wolfbane, opal_bullets When orphans Sam and Dean Winchester get jobs in Horsetown, they figure that being stable boys is just their lot in life. But when King Metatron takes a peculiar liking to an even more peculiar horse they find themselves in the middle of an intrigue they barely understand, leading to an adventure full of magic and mystery, faith and betrayal, and maybe - if they survive it - love.

In Some Sacred Place by Hellosaidthemoon, schmerzerling Dean has cystic fibrosis, a brutal respiratory disease that means he can’t cut it in the life his father chose for him, despite his very best efforts. He also has a give ‘em hell attitude and a dogged crush on his childhood best friend. Castiel has an absent father, a stellar GPA, a comprehensive ten-year plan, and—a lot of reservations about all this.

Should've Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche) Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

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The Brave and the Bold by manifestingwings In a world where dragons reign over the mountains and terror looms in the streets of the city of Lavendel, Dean Winchester never expected his main problem to be a surly thief with eyes like the sea and a rare smile. As Captain of the Guard, he knows he has to arrest him for his crimes, but there may be bigger things at stake…

Shot Through The Heart by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) As a hunter Dean finds himself more often than not relying on the help of the Men of Letters. Most of the time that's not much of a problem - if it wasn't for Castiel, the smartass bookworm with the piercing blue eyes, the messy hair and the rude attitude.

He's been an annoying thorn in Dean's side since day one - and the hunter doesn't see that change anytime soon!

Everyone's a Critic by Englandwouldfall The one where uninspired chef Dean Winchester has a one night stand with the male (!) food critic who described the flavour of his garlic bread as 'closeted' and accidentally ends up dating him to try and prove that he's a kick ass chef, thank you very much.

(He may have a point about the 'closeted' thing).

Dreaming in Digital by Ltleflrt for jupiter_james Set in a Cyberpunk world where global warming and climate change has driven most of the human population into domed cities, Sam and Dean hunt rogue tech and science experiments gone wrong in the shadows, protecting the lives of those the government doesn't care about anymore. On a trip to the dump to scavenge for valuables Dean finds Castiel, an Angel Industries sex bot, which is worth his weight in credits. But when he turns the sex bot on, he learns that Castiel is sentient.

Artificial Intelligence is illegal, and for good reason, but Cas doesn't put off dangerous vibes. That doesn't stop Sam from researching his creators while Dean's off making friends with the android. If there's someone out there creating a robot army unconstrained by the 3 rules of robotics, Sam's going to make sure the operation is shut down for good.

Castiel just wants to exist. He wants to read and work in the Winchester's greenhouse and have movie nights with Dean. But he also wants to understand. Himself. His unexpected reaction to Dean. What it it means to feel.

A Graced Kingdom by angvlicmish

<3 this is a wip but i can’t not add it!!! Ten years ago, the Northern Continent was at peace, angels and humans living side by side until the human King Winchester of Torrin waged war against the angels in an attempt to wipe them out - an attempt that almost succeeded. However, to this day some angels still remain in hiding and with an unpredictable turn of events one of them finds himself as the personal guard to King Winchester’s firstborn son, Prince Dean. With a strange ability no angel has had before - to hide his own wings - no one knows that they have just let their greatest enemy into the heart of their kingdom.

Alone and struggling to deal with being surrounded by the ones who slaughtered his people, Castiel comes head to head with the Crown Prince. But what he finds within the man is not what he expected and they soon become each other’s only comfort.

Will Dean be the strength Castiel needs to pull through or will he be the weakness that will tear everything to pieces?

#destiel fic recs #destiel rec list #spn fic rec #destiel fic rec #destielfanficnet #destiel #these are almost all au-s

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sicklilspidey · 5 years

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I Love You 3000 (appendicitis)

It's currently Saturday afternoon and Peter had nothing better to do than sit on the couch and watch movies with his sister Morgan. Peter absolutely loved days like this, between his patrolling and training with his dad, he felt like he didn't spend as much time as he would like with his little sister. Peter started thinking about when he was her age and how different his life was back then. Don't get him wrong, he loves his life now with the Stark's but sometimes he missed his real parents. He also missed his aunt May but knew she had his best interests in mind when she gave Tony full parental rights over him.

“ Look bubba, he touched the butt” morgan said laughing, which snapped peter out of his thoughts. They were watching finding nemo for what felt like the fifteenth time that day. Peter couldn't help but giggle at how enthusiastic Morgan was. Suddenly he got a sharp pain in his stomach which caused him to hiss. It caught morgans attention.

“Are you okay bubba” she asked sympathetically. “Yeah, bug im fine, dont worry about me” he responded trying to reassure her.

“I'm not a bug, you are” she giggled. “ no silly, it was just a nickname, but you're not technically wrong” he laughed, even though he was still in pain.

“ I think im gonna go get some food, do you want anything” he asked. “ POPCORN” morgan yelled. Peter had never heard here say something that excitedly and he couldn't help but smile. While he was in the kitchen, he searched through the cabinets looking for something to soothe the throbbing in his gut.

“Can I help you find something” the voice made peter jump.

“Woah kid, i didn't mean to startle you” tony said through his laughter.

“Dad, you know not to sneak up on me” peter said, face red with embarrassment.

"Your spidey senses off or something” tony asked while ruffling his son's hair.

“Stooooop, and i don't know, maybe they're just being slow because im tired” peter whined.

“How could you be tired, all you've done today is watch nemo a thousand times” tony replied.

“Hey, in my defense it's a good movie” Peter said as they both laughed.

"Back to my original question since we got off topic. What were you looking for" Tony asked. Peter hesitated. He didnt want his dad worrying about him because he had a stupid stomach ache.

“Just looking for some tums, all the popcorn we've been eating is giving me indigestion” peter replied. ‘Really Peter, indigestion. That's the stupidest lie ever’ he thought to himself. Appearently it wasnt too stupid because Tony seemed to have bought it.

“Okay, well if that's the case i'd say lay off on the popcorn then” tony said as he walked out of the kitchen.peter knew he couldn't risk getting caught, he had too much going on this coming up week and he couldn't afford a sick day. He made his way back to the living room and plopped onto the couch.

“ Hey! Wheres my popcorn” he hear morgan say from the floor.

“Shit, i'm sorry. I totally spaced it” he replied

“Language “ she giggled. Peter dozed off soon after that. When he woke up it was dark and he noticed morgan wasn't in the room anymore. He also noticed a blanket on himself. 'mom must have put it on me when she got Morgan' he thought. He went to sit help and realized the pain in his stomach was still there and it had worsened. He decided it would be best to sleep it off. 'Maybe if i get a good night's rest in my own bed it will help' he thought. Little did he know, he couldn't have been more wrong.

When peter woke up to say he was in agony was an understatement. He was in so much pain he didn't want to move, but he knew he had to. He had a show to put on for people so no one knew that he was sick. He decided he'd skip on his morning patrol, which was unusual for him, he just knew not much would happen in the morning. He made his way done to the kitchen and the smell of bacon hit him like a ton of red bricks.

"Hope your hungry. I've been cooking for two hours to make sure I had enough for tony, Morgan, you, and that monster you call a metabolism" peper laughed as she saw Peter walked through the doorway. Tony and morgan were already at their usual spot at the table.

"Hey, Albert Einstein called and said he wants his hair back" tony said making fun of his son's bed head.

"Good one daddy" morgan laughed.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week" tony said while bowing. Pepper laughed from the kitchen.

When breakfast finally made it to the table, peter couldn't stand to look at it, but he knew he had it eat it. He slowly forced himself to take bite after bite until he was sure no one would ask him any questions. When he was done he went back up to his room to shower, then he crawled back into bed.

The next few days were relatively the same. Peter would wake up wanting to scream because of how bad his stomach was hurting, he'd force himself to eat, throw up after words and repeat the cycle over and over again.

When he woke up on Wednesday morning something was different. The pain in gis stomach moved. It wasn't all over but now it made itself at home on his lower right abdomen. Peter moaned when he got up and did the routine he'd been doing since Sunday morning. He was about to climb in bed after puking his guts out when tony walked in.

"Hey kiddo, steve and Natasha are here and they want to spar. Get your workout gear on and meet me upstairs" he said before leaving again

Peter sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was spar, but he knew he had to keep the act up. So he got up, changed and made his way to the sparring facility upstairs.

"Hey spiderling, glad you could join us" Natasha said, shooting peter a smile. He nodded in response and went to sit next to his dad on the bench.

"Okay, listen up. Natasha, you're with Tony, and kid, you're with me" steve said walking into the facility. Peter wanted to bolt. He knew there was no way this would end well and he was right.

Peter's spidey sense was on the fritz and he was having a hard time concentrating. He knew he got a few hits in but that's all he could recall before Steve hits his right side at full force. Peter was done, he couldn't hide it any longer. He doubled over and started coughing.

"Woah kid, sorry didn't mean to knock the wind outta ya" steve said making his way to peter. When he made it to peter he froze.

"What's going on over there" natasha asked. When she didn't get a response she decided to go see what was happening herself. "Holy shit, tony you better come help your kid. Im calling bruce down here. I'll have him bring a gurney." natasha yelled while running toward the door. So many things were running through Tony's mind but he knew he had to get to his kid. When he made it to Peter, he wasn't expecting such a horrific site. Peter was now on the ground cradling his stomach and next to him was a small puddle of blood. Tony didn't know what to say he just knew he had to leap into action.

" Friday, call pepper and tell her we need her up here ASAP" tony yelled.

"Already done sir, Ms. Romanoff and Dr. Banner are coming down the hall also sir" friday responded.

Tony picked peter up and rushed him to the door.

"Tony im so sorry i-" steve started but tony cut him off.

"Not now Steve, I have to save my son" he said with tears in his eyes.

Tony met bruce and natasha at the door and laid peters limp body on the gurney.

"What is going on, friday said you needed m-" pepper stopped talking when she saw peter.

"What happened?" she asked, tearing up.

"I'm not one hundred percent sure yet but my best bet is appendicitis" bruce said before rushing peter to the medbay.

"Mommy what's wrong with him" morgan cried. " its okay sweetie, he's just got an ouchy in his tummy, uncle bruce and daddy are taking him to the medbay, and they'll make peter all better" pepper told her distraught daughter. "Y-you promise" morgan stuttered. " I promise" pepper replied.

Pepper couldn't help but think how she didnt notice something was off with her son.

"I didn't know, i'm so sor-" steve began to say to pepper.

"Save it steve, i've got to get to peter" and with that she picked up morgan and ran to the medbay.

When she got there she saw four doctors hooking peter up to different machines.

" bruce confirmed its his appendix, they're getting him ready for surgery" tony told his wife. " how could we not have noticed. I honestly feel like i've failed as a father" Tony added while starting to tear up again.

"Don't say that! How could we have known. He was keeping it a secret and he did one hell of a job keeping it" pepper said.

The doctors wheeled peter out of the room and into the OR.

"Mommy, where are they taking him" Morgan asked.

"They're gonna go fix your brothers ouchy and make him all better just like I told you" pepper said.

Time began to pass and both Tony and Pepper were becoming impatient. They just wanted to know their son was okay. Just then Bruce walked into the room.

"Is he okay? Did everything go well? Did save my kid?" Tony started spitting out questions left and right.

"Yes, peter is just fine he's in recovery right now and should wake up in about half an hour. If you come with me i'll take you to him." bruce said.

Before they went anywhere, morgan walked up to bruce and said " Thank you for fixing my bubba's ouchy, uncle Bruce". Bruce couldn't help but smile at the five year old.

When they made it to peter, tony was taken back. He's seen the kid in a hospital bed multiple times because of being injured on the job, but this time it was different. Peter looked so small and fragile, like the smallest gust of wind could shatter him into a million pieces.

Soon peter began stirring and he opened his eyes.

"Hey my little spiderling, how are you feeling" pepper asked.

"I've been better" peter mumbled

" ill say, why didn't you tell us you weren't feeling well. I wouldn't have asked you to spar with us." tony said.

"Tony chill out, he's only been awake for a few minutes. The lecturing can wait. Let's be grateful our son is still here" pepper said.

"You're right, im sorry. I'm really happy you're okay" he told peter. Peter nodded in acknowledgement

"Mommy, can i get up there with him" morgan asked. Pepper looked at Peter, who nodded.

"Yes baby, but you have to be careful" she said picking her daughter up. She set her on the bed. Margan careful made her way up to peters face.

"Don't ever scare me like that again, mister" she said shaking her finger in his face. Peter smiled.

"Im sorry bug, i didn't mean to scare you. I love you" he said to her.

Morgan grabbed Peter's face and smushed hers against it. "I love you 3000" she responded.

"Wait hey, that's our thing" tony said pretending to be shocked.

Everyone laughed.

It took a few days but peter healed up quick and was back out patrolling and kicking his dad's ass in training.

#peter parker sickfic #peter parker sickfics #irondad #iron dad #iron man #spiderson #spiderman #stark family #pepper potts #morgan stark #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #spiderman sickfics #i love you 3000 #captian #black widow #mcu #marvel sickfic #marvel

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avelera · 5 years

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more body positive stuff, but this time with hermann? he’s always been insecure about how scrawny he is and how bony his limbs are but newt just can’t get over how elegant and beautiful his boyfriend is!!!

Hey there, Anon! I combined your prompt with a second one which I’ll list below the cut. This got kinda long (3k words, sigh) but I hope I hit what you’re looking for!

On the Risks (and Benefits) of Pillow Talk

Also available on Ao3

Ship: Newt/Hermann

Words: ~3,000

Timeline: Soon after their Drift - I wanted to write the smut scene between them first but eh, unfortunately this is very T/PG-13 rated and the smut scene will come another day :)

Prompt 2: Can you talk a bit more about Hermann’s realization that he has a bit of a thing for more ample bodies? Did he slowly notice that his secret crushes had certain things in common? Did it hit him suddenly during a meeting? Was it something that he had to hide since he was a child? Is it something he’s found adult videos of before deleting his browser history? Enquiring minds want to know the whole story 😉

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They lay there, panting side by side, nude on the bed, and even if it wasn’t the first time, Hermann still found himself staring up at the ceiling as his heart rate slowed, trying to figure out how this has become his life. How it had actually come to this after years of alternating between furious at Newton to furious at himself for not being able to relinquish the lingering desire he felt since they’re only known each other as a signature at the end of a page.

Most humiliating had been the desire that would throb at the most inopportune times. Moments when they were in one another’s face, screaming themselves hoarse, when it would suddenly come over Hermann how badly he wanted to have Newton screaming for an entirely different reason and he would scoff and sputter and storm off, only hoping that Newt would take his departure as a reaction to his monument stupidity rather than the truth of Hermann’s own shameful lack of self control.

Thanks to the Drift, he could now see that a loss of self-control would have probably been the best thing he could have done at the time. They could have been shagging one another silly for years.

Newt sighed in contentment and rolled over to press up against Hermann, planting what he suspected were deliberately messy kisses against his shoulder. Newt’s hand swept up and down Hermann’s scrawny, concave chest, down to the sharp jut of his hipbone down to his thin legs. At least Newt’s wasn’t touching the mess of surgical scars on his left hip or the mangled bone beneath it. Not that Newton had ever made any gesture, or even a whisper that he was put off by the scars, but Hermann can’t help but feel…

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Newt muttered against his skin. “What are these fucking dancer legs, man? I feel like I kidnapped the premier danseur of the fucking Paris Ballet.” Newt lifted Hermann’s good leg at the knee and stroked his hand up and down the calf while laving more kisses against his skin.

Hermann scoffed, “Like you’ve ever attended the ballet.”

“Fuck you, I spent my summers stuck on the opera circuit as a kid, you uncultured swine. I know what I’m about,” Newt said. “Which is why I know this is fucking superb.” Newt crawled up to bracket Hermann on all fours, peppering more kisses against his neck and down to his chest while his hand traced up and down his side. “But what I don’t know is what you’re doing with a slob like me. Must be my dazzling personality.”

Hermann’s eyes fluttered open as he frowned. His mouth went dry every time he saw Newton naked, at the rounded muscles of his arms and the swell of his stomach and his hips and his thighs. Hermann could feel himself stirring even so soon after the last round just thinking about Newton’s body. “Don’t be absurd, I think we both know who would win a theoretical beauty contest, much as it pains me to stroke your ego.”

“Fake compliments? Dr. Gottlieb, I’m all aflutter!” Newt said between kisses, muffling half his words with each peck. “Especially that you would up and lie like a lying liar just to make me feel better.”

Newt’s been happier, far more relaxed since they closed the Breach. Hermann imagined a similar mood was sweeping the world right now. As for himself, dispatching an existential threat on the same night as all of one’s sexual tension had admittedly lifted even his mood. Newton was a bottomless well of delight and exuberance in the bedroom, far more enthusiastic than any of Hermann’s past partners. He’d simply assumed it was the Drift, or Newton’s general attitude of respect towards Hermann’s disability and familiarity with his overall…demeanor. After five years of working closely together, the man was in all likelihood simply not phased by all of Hermann’s failings, not that it had stopped all of their petty sniping.

Hermann frowned and pushed himself up on his elbows. “Do not call me a liar,” he said querulously.

“But you are though. Except like a handsome one so I’ll put up with it this time,” Newt said and kissed up to Hermann’s lips, now within reach. Hermann continued to frown and did not return it. “Ok, what is it now? Are you seriously mad at me for having even a trace of modesty? I thought we were still in the honeymoon period.”

“You’re not a…a slob, Newton, unless you were referring to your office organization habits,” Hermann said. “You’re obviously more attractive than I, and either you are teasing me on the matter, which I do not appreciate and quite violates the so-called honeymoon period, or you believe that to be true and I will not permit you to project such a wrong-headed belief onto me.”

“Wait. Wait a minute, are we…” Newt paused, “seriously having a fight about who is hotter right now?”

“We’re not fighting, it’s a statement of fact,” Hermann retorts.

“Oh my god. Ok, just so you know, this is officially the dumbest argument we’ve ever had, and we’ve had some doozies. First of all, what are you, twelve? Second, you hit all the bases for conventionally attractive, borderline supermodel, dude, if you’d just dress like it once in a while. Those cheekbones, those hands, your shoulders,” Newt punctuated each statement by kissing the offending body part, “you’ve got the willowy, Victorian consumptive look down pat. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re built like a dancer. Probably the only reason you’re with me is the hot girl effect. Y’know when you’re so hot everyone’s intimidated so only the gross, loud-mouthed guy is dumb enough to give it a shot. Eh, that and you’ve gone way out of your way to hide all this. Then there’s your personality, I mean, you might as well just put up a stop sign…”

“Stop it,” Hermann snapped.

Newt’s lip twitched, but he did stop and held up his palm in surrender. “Sorry, man, old habits. I gotta remember one of these days that I don’t have to pull your pigtails to get you to notice me anymore. Not when I’ve already got you in bed by some fucking miracle.”

Hermann’s lips worked as he choked past his fury, “Not about me, you imbecile, you think after five years together in that lab I can’t handle a petty jab? I meant stop putting yourself down when it is so blatantly untrue. The Newton Geiszler I know didn’t need to resort to false self-deprecation when the truth is obvious for anyone to see. This is frankly the worst kind of arrogance.”

Hermann shifted onto his side to face away from Newton, to give himself a moment to cool down if Newton didn’t begin to wheedle for forgiveness immediately and curl up against his back while whispering nonsense endearments like, don’t be like that, baby. Not that Hermann would ever admit to enjoying the pestering.

Instead, the bed shifted as Newt bounded from one side of Hermann to the other. He landed hard on his side and stared intently into Hermann’s eyes like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Hermann recoiled, his lips curled down in displeasure and he moved to shift the other way before Newt’s hand curled around his bicep to stop him. “Hold on a second, I’m a little mixed up here. Which part are you mad at me about, the part where I used to lie about how sexy I was in front of you because I was an insecure piece of shit who enjoyed riling you up, or the part where I thought we were over that now so I’ve started telling it like it is?”

“The part where you know very well which of us drew looks around the Shatterdome and it wasn’t me. If it wasn’t for your obnoxious mouth, I have no doubt you would have had suitors lining up outside our lab,” Hermann groused but softened at the confusion on Newt’s face and sighed. “It’s very kind of you to compliment me like that, Newton. Lord knows, I should simply shut up and enjoy it when you make an effort like that, but I think we both know what we have is more… cerebral. There are few minds that can keep up with yours, or with your nonsense, and that allows you to overlook the fact I’m certainly no catch. As you so generously pointed out, my personality forbids others from getting close, my leg means most either try to ignore me for their own comfort or treat me as if I were made of glass, and even besides that I look as skeletal and undernourished as I have since I was a youth. I simply can’t keep the weight on, let alone muscle. Even without my leg I never would have advanced in the Jaeger Academy for that alone.”

“Wow, that’s…” Newton squinted at Hermann, then did the little head tilt Hermann was familiar with when Newt had decided to try a different avenue of experimentation. “Ok, so what do you think of me? Like, my body? You’ve never really brought it up before and actually I’m realizing that’s kinda weird because you’ve brought up literally every other flaw I have under the sun before today.”

Hermann blushed and couldn’t prevent it. It was easier to look away and he trailed his finger tips down the sheet as he eyed Newton’s tattoos, which he would rather be touching. But no, they were supposed to be having a tiff. “Oh, very well, I’ll play along. It’s not as if it’s a secret that I find you attractive, our activities here should be testament to that, nor that I have for many years. I had to wank off twice before I was in a fit state to leave my room the day I received your polaroid, though I’m sure you saw all that in the Drift.”

Newt made a strangled noise and Hermann glanced up to find him wide-eyed. “No?”

“Nope!” Newt squeaked. His cheeks were pink to match Hermann’s own and that was a boost of confidence enough to keep him going with a secret smile to himself. Fine, he hadn’t given away all his darkest secrets in the Drift, but it was damned inconvenient to have to put words to what should have been the obvious and heretofore very inappropriate fact of his attraction to his lab partner.

“What else is there to say?” Hermann said and shifted in discomfort. “You might as well have been constructed in a lab to vex me personally. Your eyes, your hair, the way you bite your lip on those rare occasions when you stop yourself from speaking, your… your body, it’s…” he coughed, “very attractive.”

“Well, you’d be the fucking first to think so,” Newt muttered under his breath. “Ok, so we’re gonna have to revisit the jerking off to my picture thing, but I gotta ask, in the spirit of scientific inquiry: what the fuck? Why? Assuming you’re not just messing with me, I’d like to hear more about this very attractive thing. Not just for the ego stroke. I’ll take the ego stroke, I’ll take any kind of stroke you wanna give me in about fifteen more minutes, heh, but I gotta admit, dude, this is a little… new for me?”

Any other time, Hermann might have scoffed and rolled his eyes at Newton’s blatant fishing for praise. But there was a hesitance to his words, a puppy-like inquisitiveness in the way he looked up at Hermann’s face. There was no hint of the usual bravado.

Hermann exhaled and allowed his hand to drift over the curve of Newton’s soft stomach, tracing it so he felt the goosebumps pebble on Newton’s skin, obscured by the colorful tattoos. It was soothing to touch and helped calm his nerves enough to speak frankly. “You must understand, this has been a—a closely guarded part of me, I daresay a secret, for so long I’m not even sure I have the words for it. I find your body desirable. My own… has betrayed me again and again. Even before my leg, my father used me as an example to torment my siblings. I’ve always been bony like this, but he saw skinniness as a virtue, as if it were in any way intentional. I know you’re an only child so you perhaps don’t understand the experience of being pitted in competition with your siblings against your will, but I had very few friends. They were all I had and yet everything about me, my intellect, my accomplishments, and as I said my body were used to put distance between us in order to serve as some sort of motivation for their perceived success. But there’s nothing special in what I am. Even without my leg I’ve never found my appearance terribly attractive. But yours…”

Hermann shrugged. “You’re beautiful. Unselfconscious, healthy… there, you see? There’s barely a vocabulary in our language that doesn’t sound like backhanded compliments. I find you desirable. I find your arms and your stomach and your legs all the more so for your weight, the way others have been socialized to admire musculature that can only be achieved by a degree of exercise so obsessive it borders on self-harm, or the leanness that comes with self-starvation. I’ve always thought it was as natural as any other attraction, only to be mocked for my tastes whenever I dared express them, or be told that I was acting on a lack of options when nothing could not be further from the truth. When I saw your photo, I was taken aback by how instantaneous the attraction was. I already knew your mind, your personality, and then I discovered you were also handsome and sexually attractive to me as well. It was a deadly combination. By the time I saw you in person, I was so convinced you couldn’t desire me in return, the way I wanted so terribly, that I assumed your flirtations couldn’t be anything but mockery. You of course know the rest.”

“Yeah…” Newt trailed off at the memory of that disastrous first meeting, then grinned. “So, you dig the chub?”

Hermann huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes. “If you must put it in such terms, yes.”

“So is it like a feeding thing or a bursting out of clothes thing…? Don’t look at me like that, man, I’ve been on the internet.”

Hermann hadn’t thought he could blush any harder but he was proven wrong. “No! Not… not necessarily. I know what you mean, I… I won’t say I’m not aware of that subculture, or haven’t found some of their erotica titillating, would you stop snickering?”

“I’m sorry!” Newt gasped. “I should have asked you about porn before, oh my god, if you could see your face right now!”

“I’m trying to answer your question on what is a very difficult subject for me, Newton. Would you do me the courtesy of not mocking me for doing so the way everyone else has?”

Newton’s teeth clicked shut and his eyes widened. He then nodded for Hermann to go on.

Yet Hermann found himself at a loss. “Well, but as I said, it’s merely erotica. Fantasy. I would never encourage a partner to engage in dangerous behavior for my gratification, nor would I want to humiliate them the way much of that art does. I find the very idea abhorrent. But I can’t change what I find attractive and I confess, Newton, it never occurred to me that you were declaring anything but simple truth when you called yourself a stud or a rockstar just to infuriate me.” He offered a weak smile at the last and though he knew Newton, as intimately as it was possible to know another person, a part of him still clenched in anticipation of the inevitable rejection and mockery for baring himself so.

Newt hummed thoughtfully. “I guess that makes me a lucky sonofabitch then, huh?”

Hermann blinked. “That’s it? You don’t mind?”

“Yeah, I totally mind that your particular bone means I’m a sex god to you, it’s a real tragedy. I dunno, it may take some getting used to, the idea I mean, but it’s kinda like hitting the jackpot would take getting used to. You’re not going to turn around and tell me to drop the junk food or start training with the Jaeger pilots one of these days like some of my other, uh, past experiences that didn’t end so great.”

“I might if I feared for your health,” Hermann shrugged. “But for pure aesthetics? No.” He forced himself not to fidget. He still felt utterly exposed to be speaking this frankly.

“Score. ‘Cause I’ve tried, man, none of this is gonna change even if I put myself through hell. I’m just built like this. Which I guess isn’t a problem for you,” Newt added thoughtfully. “Ok, so now that you’ve got that out, will you maybe consider that I also think you’re hot as fuck too?”

“It’s a relationship, Newton, compliments don’t need to be transactional,” Hermann scoffed.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you sometimes. I’m not lying, Hermann! You’re hot! I’m into you, maybe it’s the other side of the whole thing you’ve got in your head, but you’re tall and elegant and… fucking lithe, like I need 19th century poetry to describe you. You’ve got the weirdest mouth I’ve ever seen and I’m so hot for it, like I felt funny just looking at you frowning up at your chalkboard some days. When you smile, your whole face transforms, and I could drown in your eyes if you’re not wearing those stupid granny glasses, and… mmmph!”

Hermann pulled away from kissing Newt to frown at him. “I think we’ve had quite enough of that.”

“You’re blushing! You really can’t handle compliments, huh?”

“Perhaps I’d rather save them up, instead of exhausting you on them all at once,” Hermann said and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, don’t worry, babe, I’m nowhere near exhausted.” Newt grinned.

#newmann #pacific rim #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #chubby newt #cw body weight discussions #could be triggering for some people?#Hermann thinks he's ugly cuz he's thin and Newt thinks the opposite #they talk about it #it gets kinda personal #Anonymous #mentions of feedism stuff but only indirectly #my writing

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Apples & Cinnamon (Final) - The Storm | Carlton Drake x Reader

Words: 2839??

Warning: Some fluff, ruined by angst

A/N: Here it is… the final chapter of A&C. I knew it was going to have a bittersweet ending because of what happened in the movie, but there’s a sequel to this small series 😉 I’d love to hear your feedback and reactions to this series and this final chapter. I was a bit iffy the longer I made this series and I wasn’t sure how readers were going to take the direction it was going. There might be a cameo of someone and something added waay in the end of the chapter.

- You moaned as you indulged yourself on the last pieces of the restaurant’s black pepper crab that was bigger than your hand. Carlton chuckled at your reaction, knowing how much you loved seafood. This wasn’t even your first time eating black pepper crab that week, but you enjoyed it every time. The appetizers were long gone, making room for the main course that arrived a few minutes ago.

“With all this eating, I’ll have to start exercising again,” Carlton said.

You took a sip of water. “You just want an excuse to wear those tracksuits that you love so much,” you accused playfully, pointing a shrimp at him.

He shrugged. “They’re so useful, you can wear them anytime, anywhere. You can wear them to sleep, to exercise, to go out- “

“Please tell me you’re not going to wear them to work.”

“You just want me to wear those button shirts and ties all the time,” Carlton shot back, mimicking you by pointing a crab leg at you. “Why can’t I wear my tracksuits in peace?”

“You look hot in a suit and tie and you always said you want to look professional at work,” you said, remembering the first time you had to help him with a tie to make it neater.

“Well, maybe I’ve changed my mind now that things are much busier now. I don’t have time to button up a shirt or struggle with a tie, especially when you’re not always there to help me with it,” Carlton said, forcing a pout.

You sighed. “I guess there can be exceptions since there were times where we hadn’t seen each other in weeks…,” you trailed off.

Carlton clenched his hands, his eyes searching your face for a moment before mulling over his decision. Now was probably the time to tell you. If not, he may not be able to find the strength, let alone the time, to ask for a while. The second that you look down to wipe your mouth, he signaled the waiter to bring up the preparations. The waiter jumped at attention, rushing to the kitchen to have the cart ready.

“I hate it when I can’t see you all the time…, “Carlton said, “and I know that most of it is my fault. Still, I do enjoy those moments where I do get to sleep and wake up next to you. We were kind of nervous and excited about it when we first moved in together since we hadn’t stayed at each other’s place long enough to sleep over before. You learned that I… sometimes snored- “You laughed at the memory “- and I learned that you like to cuddle, a lot, when you’re sleeping. I learned that I liked to cuddle with you a lot.”

He paused, pushing his now empty plate away. The waiter, as if on stand-by, collected the empty plates and whisked them away to the kitchens. You turned back to Carlton, your hands wringing on the table cloth as his tone turned serious. He gulped, his eyes wavering as they stared into yours. The waiter came back with the cart with a bouquet of white and red roses, replacing the small flower arrangement on the table. You looked at Carlton questioningly, but he said nothing. A small round chocolate cake was placed in the middle, two forks resting on either side of the plate. The waiter refilled the champagne glass and left.

You see him shift around in his seat as you waited for him to continue. “I’ve done a lot of public speaking and I am confident in it because they are based on facts and data, my goals and my visions. Expressing my feelings for someone… it’s scarier than stage fright. These facts and these visions that I share to the world, the reason why I’m so confident in them, is that it’s certain and irrefutable. Emotions are a different thing and it’s interesting how the body works. Our hearts race when we’re scared, and they race when we’re excited. We cry when we’re sad and even when we’re happy.”

“Letting someone in required me to lower my walls, walls that I’ve built ever since I realize what my purpose in life was and the reaction I’ve received when I’ve shared my revelations. I had to be thick-skinned and sturdy and confident to prove myself to the world, to build up Life Foundation. Being in a relationship required me to be vulnerable, to expose my weaknesses and I wasn’t used to that.” He took a deep breath as your eyes began to water and continued.

“When I first saw you, I felt this connection. I didn’t know what it was, and I honestly didn’t believe in love at first sight. When I saw you again in the hallway, it was just us, and I felt like I had to get close to you, to get to know you. There were no clear explanations for the way I was feeling around you that day, but I had to try it out, so I asked you on a date as if I was conducting an experiment. It was all trial and error from there. I felt happiness, joy, nervousness, fear, comfort, jealousy, strength, weakness, and love. It’s been four years since that day, almost five. It may offend others when I say that I initially started our relationship as an experiment, but I had always lived in a world of science and it was my way of understanding how it worked and how to deal with these new experiences. In fact, I’ve initially called it an experiment to keep myself guarded, but it was more than that.”

As he rose from his seat, your back straightened, your eyes never leaving his figure as he made his way around the table towards you. You felt your throat tightened as he gave you a soft smile before kneeling on one knee in front of you. He took your hands in his shaky ones and gripped it tight.

“After my four year long so-called experiment, our years of dating, I have come to a conclusion… if you want to hear it.” You nodded slowly. “I have concluded that you have completely enamored my entire being, like a chemical that I’ve grown an addiction for and I can no longer bear to hide my feelings. Although you say the truth, that I’ve expressed them through events and gifts, I have rarely initiate saying those three words and rarely say them so intimately before. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” He pulls your hands closer to his chest where his heart is. “I am in love with you and I cannot bear to be without you. If I were to put a scientific explanation to it, our atoms have likely collided during the Big Bang and had drawn us together to this moment.”

Carlton releases your hands briefly, grabbing the midnight velvet box from his jacket pocket. You covered your mouth to stifle a sob once you saw the box, connecting the dots with Carlton’s behavior during the whole trip.

“(Y/f/n) (Y/l/n) …” he began, opening the box with shaky fingers, “will you -” . . . You were beyond pissed and couldn’t help but feel rather disappointed. Whether you were disappointed in him or yourself for having so much faith in him, it was up for discussion. It was the past the point of being so stressed that you were calm, it was the breaking point. It was when the glass of water of perfectly full and no more water could fill it, then it tips over. It was the calm before the storm. And you were currently laughing in the bathroom with make-up smeared like a bad impression of Harley Quinn and your luggage packed, alone in your hotel room.

Before he could even finish his sentence, his phone started to ring. His jaw clenched, his mind conflicted. Your heart raced as you try to anticipate his next move. He tried to ask again, but one of the restaurant staff came over to tell him there was a call from Life Foundation for him. You gripped his hands, forcing him to stay with you when you saw his body language getting ready to take the call. You silently pleaded with him. You knew work was important for him, but what he was about to do, what you had with him, should be more important.

“They wouldn’t have tried calling the restaurant if it wasn’t an emergency, if it wasn’t important. I need to take this,” was all he said before he got up and left.

He left. So, you left.

Once he was gone to take the call, you gathered your things and left the restaurant, catching a cab straight to the hotel. And here you were, laughing and crying in the bathroom, trying to wipe the make-up from your face. Were you overexaggerating? Being unreasonable? Maybe if he had spared a few minutes to properly ask you, you would have said yes. Even if the call still happened, you would have stayed and waited for him. Instead, those few minutes were spent on him releasing your grip on him and making his way over to the phone in the back.

You checked your phone, seeing seven missed calls and five unread text messages from Carlton and one missed call from Dora. You called her back, releasing a long and tired breath as the phone rang.

“(Y/n) I am so, so, so sorry,” Dora immediately said once she picked up the phone. “I told them that we weren’t allowed to call Dr. Drake when he was on the trip, but they kept insisting that we needed him right away and that it was a situation that we couldn’t handle on our own. There were readings that the space shuttle was returning sooner than we thought, but there might be internal complications. I know you didn’t want to hear that, but I thought you should at least know why we called him.”

“It’s okay,” you answered monotonously.

“It… It doesn’t sound okay, (Y/n). What happened?”

You laughed. “Did you know he was going to propose to me?”

“Well, I had a feeling that he would,” Dora paused, noting that your tone didn’t sound enthusiastic as it should. “Did you say yes?”

“No, because he didn’t ask. He chose this. He chose work over me and I should have seen this coming a mile away. I can go over the whole he said, she said, thing, but I’m just done.” You collected your carry on and luggage, making your way to the door.

“If we hadn’t called- “

“No. It doesn’t take that long to ask a question, Dora, so it’s not your fault. Emergencies will happen at work, but those few minutes mattered. It mattered to me.” You switched the phone to your left ear as you pressed the button to call the elevator. “That whole speech he gave me was… he poured his heart out. He rarely does, but…” You laughed, shaking your head at your predicament.

“Sometimes things just don’t go as planned,” Dora said, “but he really did prepare a lot for your trip. I’m not trying to vouch for him, but I know he’ll take it very hard. He loves you, you know.”

“Does he? Everything would have been perfect,” you mumbled, dragging yourself into the elevator. “Am I making a mistake?”

“I can’t say for you, but I do know you made Carlton better and for a while, I think he made you feel better, too. At a certain point, though, it was starting to drain you. Maybe you two need a break. The timing was wrong. Carlton needs to get this project out of his system and you need time to yourself.”

“Thanks, Dora.”

“The team had actually sent a plane over to pick up Carlton and… I don’t think you want to be in the same space with him for several hours, so I could go ahead and book a flight for you.”

You thanked her once again and hung up, waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby. You never imagined you’d be leaving this hotel by yourself, leaving without Carlton. It had to be done though. You needed a break.

“What are you doing?” your heart clenched at the sound of his voice.

“I need to go,” you said, refusing to face him.

He grabbed your arm, forcing you to look at him. He was frazzled and stressed, his hair slightly ruffled from behind pulled and pressed, his jacket hanging from his other arm.

“Then we’ll go together. They’ve arranged a plane for us- “

“They’ve arranged a plane for you. I’ve… I’ve packed your bags already. You should go, save the world, or something.” You turned to the front desk and turned in your hotel card key.

“Please, (Y/n). I need you,” he pleaded softly. Carlton gripped your wrist and yanked you over to his chest. He’d just confessed to you, and you were leaving before he could ask you to marry him. “We’ve been through so much together and you’re just leaving?”

You scoffed. “You chose work over me, again, and this time it mattered the most. Try asking again and it won’t erase the fact that you chose to walk away from me right before you were about to propose!” you exploded, yanking his hand away from you.

He froze in his spot. Not once had you raised your voice like that at him. Not once were your actions aggressive like it was now. You used to try a calmer approach, never wanting or instigating a yelling match with him. If anything, once he had realized that you left the restaurant, he was expecting you to be lying down on the bed trying to calm yourself down or using the massage chair. Then you would tell him what made you upset, then the two of you would talk it out, then he’ll fix it, and everything would be better.

“It’s over, Carlton.”

You shoved passed him, marching outside of the hotel and flagged a cab down for the airport. Dora texted you your flight time just as you received an email for your plane ticket.

“You’re too good for him anyways,” the cab driver suddenly told you. You look up to see a smiling friendly looking old man with white hair and dark sunglasses that he probably shouldn’t be wearing while driving at night.

Carlton would have to go straight to Life Foundation once he reaches San Francisco, giving you time to clear your things from your shared apartment, plan out your next move. You felt like you couldn’t stay in California any longer. Carlton was well known on the west coast, so maybe you’d move back to New York. - Throughout his flight, Carlton continuously called you, to no avail. Frustrated, he called his team and demanded to know the status of the space shuttle. It was chaos the moment he landed, being on the phone the entire ride to the facility. He had to take one of the golf carts to the control center where the team was struggling to get the signal back from the shuttle.

The shuttle was landing hard and fast, leaving a narrow chance of survivors. The team managed to find the landing site in Malaysia, sending the nearest search team immediately.

Once he came home at the end of the day after an all-nighter, all he wanted to do was unwind, undress, and curl up next to you. By the time he came home, however, you were long gone. You were able to contact your college friend who offered you a place to stay, immediately sending your things over once you got the address. Anne and Eddie helped with moving, driving you over to the airport to say their goodbyes. You told them to call you when they’ve set their wedding date and to take care. Although Eddie was glad you were away from Carlton, he didn’t like the fact that you were hurting and neither did Anne.

Your last day in Singapore was the brewing of the storm and it sent everything spiraling into the air once you boarded your flight to New York.

Months later, after gaining your footing again and readjusting to life in New York, you receive a call from Eddie on your new phone number about what had happened since you left. Him and Anne broke up after he had used her confidential information to try and take down Carlton and how he lost his fiancée, his job, his apartment, and his reputation. Then there was this alien thing, that you still don’t believe until you saw the videos released online, called symbiotes that tried to take over the Earth with Carlton’s help. Then… Carlton had been killed along with the symbiote leader while Eddie and Venom tried to stop them.

There were many things that you wished had happened differently. There were many what-ifs that you shouldn’t bother dwelling on. You wished the circumstances with Carlton were different, if he wasn’t so consumed by that project. You wished you had a second chance with him. You visited the therapist frequently once you settled in New York, more so when you heard the news about Carlton. No one could have predicted this storm, when it all started out so simple and innocent. Like apples and cinnamon. -

A/N: And that is the end for Apples & Cinnamon, folks! Again, thank you for reading this series and don’t forget to leave a comment so I can see how I did. I hope reader’s reason for leaving makes sense. This is my very first reader insert story, having written OC fanfics for almost five years (geez, has it been that long?) prior to finding fanfics on tumblr and discovering reader inserts. The upcoming Cassian fic will (hopefully) replace this series in the infrequent update cycle and it might be awhile until I write for Carlton again and start the sequel, unless I write some one-shots for him 😊

Post-A/N-Scene:

New York, a few months after the events of Venom

Downing the last of your coffee, you trudged back to your car, having finished your job as an assistant in Stark Industries’ Biomedical Engineering department for the day. You slumped in the driver’s seat, wishing you had an AI like Stark to drive you home while you slept.

You drove out of the employee parking lot and set course to your apartment when a wave of energy washed over New York, briefly shutting down all electricity. Stuck in traffic, a few fellow drivers on the road climbed out of the car, looking at smoke bellowing from a distance across GWB where, you’ve assumed, another science-obsessed billionaire had one of their labs.

A flash of red caught your eye, flying from building to building towards the Stark Tower. Being that the traffic wasn’t going to move anytime soon, your eyes followed the strange figure’s movements. It seemed to know where it was going, heading straight for the tower. If it was a threat, FRIDAY would be able to detect and alert Mr. Stark, or Tony, as he liked to be called.

So busy watching the mysterious red figure, you hadn’t realized another figure that appeared across the street from you, being dropping off by the former’s friends. He smiled at the sight of you, making a beeline towards your car.

“(Y/n/n),” he said with a breath of relief.

You froze, turning your head to face the familiar voice.

“Carlton?”

Sequel Coming Soon…

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I have this angsty head Canon about a world-weary Cap dating a younger, earnest bucky and things going disastrously wrong when Bucky wakes up one morning and says “I love you” and Cap is like, uh, “that’s ok.” This is how it goes (angsty, rated M-ish for mature themes):

Steve wakes early, thinking about a run. He’s almost made to pull off the covers and get moving when he realizes that the frantic energy he usually starts the day with isn’t there. Instead, he feels…he feels okay. So he turns over, pulls Bucky into his arms, closes his eyes, and goes back to sleep.

It’s later in the morning when he wakes again. He’s been at a light doze, flitting in and out of dreams that disappear the moment he’s conscious enough to take a look at them. He considers closing his eyes and going back to sleep, but his body is suddenly very aware that he has a handsome, lithe, twenty-four year-old kid in his bed, and well, it’s interested.

Bucky must sense he’s waking, because he snuggles deeper into Steve’s arms. He snuffles against Steve’s neck, pressing a kiss there, before sighing, “I love you.”

Steve doesn’t move.

It must take a moment for Bucky’s brain to catch up with his mouth, because suddenly he freezes. “Shit,” he whispers, and Steve feels the breath of it against his skin.

“That’s, uh, okay,” he says.

And fuck. Fuck!

He knows it’s the wrong thing to say the moment it leaves his mouth, but he can’t say the right thing, the thing the kid wants to hear, because that would be a lie, and he’s way past lying to save someone’s feelings. That opens up bigger problems for everyone.

They lay like that for another moment, and then Bucky slides out of his arms. “Gonna shower,” he says, and sure. He’s probably embarrassed, or at the least, feeling sheepish.

“I’ll make coffee,” Steve says. He pulls on a pair of boxer briefs, the kind he knows Bucky likes, and pads out to the kitchen to start the coffee. He figures the kid’ll be in the shower a while, so he gets started on some omelets, slides a tray of bacon into the oven, and pulls out the carton of fruit salad from the deli on the corner.

By the time Bucky’s out of the shower, the food’s ready. They sit down to eat, but the air is heavy, stilted.

“Listen,” Steve starts, and Bucky holds up his hand.

“Just…don’t. I didn’t mean to say it,” he says, and Steve’s breath catches in his throat.

This kid. Christ. He’s all pale, creamy skin and blue-gray eyes that are currently snapping fire at him.

“I didn’t mean to say it, but I don’t regret it either. Is that going to be a problem?”

Steve breathes deep because yeah, yeah he guesses it is.

Bucky’s watching him, eyes wide. His mouth, God. Steve’s done a hundred lewd things to that mouth. Wants to do a hundred more.

Then Bucky blinks. Looks down at his plate. “Okay,” he says. “Okay.”

He stands up and Steve watches him.

He’s seen a lot of things since they pulled him out of the ocean, out of the ice. He’s battled aliens and robots and those weirds sentient plants that sprayed out the purple mist that made everyone want to fight for the longest six days of Steve’s life. He watched the love of his life wither and die, enduring the heartbreak each time she forgot him, and each time she remembered.

He’s watched his friends start to settle down. Clint and Nat – saw that one coming a mile away. Tony and Pepper never married, but Pepper’s having his baby, due in October, and Tony’s a damned mess. Sam’s got a girl he’s seeing regular. Doesn’t bring her around the tower, but Steve’s out a weekend running partner, and Sam’s smiling a whole lot easier these days.

He’s seen a lot of things in his time out of the ice. Learned a lot about technology, learned a lot about himself, about humanity. Maybe some things he wishes he hadn’t. But watching Bucky walk to the bedroom, shoulders high and tight, that’s something he didn’t see coming. He hurts for the kid, he does.

But he’s not going to lie. Not going to say something he doesn’t feel.

Fact is, Steve thinks he’s probably past all that.

Watching Peg die, SHIELD fall, watching a bunch of suits try to seize power and turn the Avengers into their lapdogs? None of that was good. Steve’s come to terms with it all, best he can, but he can’t find it in him to wish for some kind of happily ever after.

Meeting Bucky, well, that seemed like just enough good luck. And maybe a little bit like something Steve deserved, after all these years. They were at the SI Holiday party, the one for all the folks working on Avenger’s tech, the one with all of Tony’s pets. He’d been talking to Dr. Cho and looked over when he felt someone watching him.

Bucky was eyeing him up, looking tall and handsome in a tux, his hair gelled up into that stylish disorder that Tony seems to appreciate. He saw Steve catch him staring, bit his lip, then smirked over the top of his glass of champagne.

Getting him into bed took no time at all, and Steve was thrilled with how enthusiastic, how eager Bucky was.

He’d dated some age-appropriate people, and he’d spent a lot of time with his own dick in his hand, so having someone who didn’t just tolerate Steve’s ramped up drive, but actually appreciated it? Well, suddenly the weekends had a whole lot to look forward to.

He was a smart kid, too. Kind and funny, crazy about his family and dedicated to his work. The first time he told Steve he’d have to reschedule because he was working late, Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

It was good to have someone who understood about work. About responsibilities.

He just hadn’t thought the kid was going to go and catch feelings.

Steve’s not surprised when Bucky emerges from the bedroom with his overnight bag. He walks over to the living room and retrieves his laptop, stowing it in the padded sleeve and zipping it into his overnight bag.

He stops at the kitchen table, where Steve is still sitting like a fucking punk, and sets down his bag. He strokes a hand across Steve’s face before tipping it up. He’s looking down at Steve and Steve wants to wrap his arms around this kid, hold him tight and kiss his face, anything to get that look off of it –that brave little soldier look. Steve’s seen enough of that look to last a lifetime.

“I knew what I was getting into,” Bucky says. “And I don’t regret it.”

He leans down and kisses the corner of Steve’s mouth, once, twice, then stands again. “Take care of yourself, Stevie,” he says, and Christ, Steve can hear the hurt in his voice.

“Hey,” he says. “Hey.” He reaches out and wraps an arm around Bucky’s waist, pulling him in tight, pressing his face into Bucky’s belly. He’d expected Bucky to be soft everywhere, but was surprised – and delighted – to find that Bucky had abs and well-defined muscles underneath all that lithe grace.

“Okay,” Steve says, finally. “Okay.” He presses a kiss to Bucky’s stomach. “Go…fix the world,” he says, and Bucky gives him a tight-lipped smile as he pulls away.

A moment later he hears the door close and figures that’s that.

It was a good run.

“I don’t know what to tell you Steve,” Dr. Cho says, putting aside her stethoscope. “You’re in perfect health – just like always.”

“Okay, yeah,” he says. “Thanks.”

“Is there anything more you can tell me about your symptoms?”

Steve thinks back to the last couple of weeks. “No,” he says. “I feel lethargic, and kind of…achy? Like maybe I’m coming down with a cold.”

“I’d like to do some additional tests. It could be any number of things.”

It could be the serum finally breaking down is what she doesn’t say, but they both hear it anyway.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Sure.”

But three days later, the tests all come back, and nothing’s changed. Steve is still the picture of health, the serum working overtime to ensure that he remains that way.

“Have there been any significant changes?” Cho asks.

Steve thinks back, but there’s nothing remarkable. “I was seeing someone, but we called it quits.”

“Was it serious?”

“Not – not for me,” he admits. He still hates that Bucky got hurt, but he supposes it was inevitable. Lesson learned.

“Hmm,” she says, and Steve looks up. “It’s just…a lot of these symptoms – it could be depression.”

“Nah,” Steve says. “Saw a head shrinker back when they first pulled me out. I’m all good.”

Cho purses her lips. “I’d still like to have a look at your serotonin levels, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, rolling up his sleeve. “Sure.”

“What the hell do I have to be depressed about?” Steve gripes.

Sam shrugs, then dodges the next blow coming his way. He’s not enhanced like the rest of the Avengers (you will never, ever convince him that Clint doesn’t have a bionic eye – no one is that good), so he has to be extra alert when he’s sparring with them. Especially with Steve, who has been a real bear lately.

“Gee,” Sam says, grunting as he lunges forward. “I can’t imagine.”

“Hey, I’m serious,” Steve says.

“You know, Rogers, for someone so smart, you sure are dumb.”

“What does that mean?” Steve asks. “Nat said the same damned thing.”

“Lord,” Sam says, rolling his eyes.

Steve swings around, bringing in a left while coming up from below with his right. Sam blocks one and dodges the other, then steps back and holds up his hands.

“Means it’s been so damned long since you’ve been happy, you didn’t recognize it when you had it. And now it’s gone and you’re feeling it.”

Steve stands back, staring, and then starts unlacing his gloves.

Sam is prepared to spell things out further if he has to, but he hopes he won’t have to. It’ll be better if Steve gets it on his own. From the gleam in his eye, Sam thinks he’s just about there. He hopes so anyway. Happiness looks good on Steve Rogers, even if he doesn’t know it.

“Hey,” Bucky says, as he opens the door. “Oh.”

He takes Steve in and Steve sees the bright light in Bucky’s eyes, a genuine smile on his lips, and Steve’s chest aches to see it. Then Bucky tamps it down and all that light, brightness, leaves his face.

“Hey,” Steve says. “Sorry to just.…” He shrugs.

“Thought you were the pizza,” Bucky says. The looks he’s giving Steve – irritated and sullen. Damn. He looks every bit the kid that Steve had him pegged for.

After a beat, Bucky’s eyes widen and the irritated look gives way to confusion. “Did you want something?”

“Yeah, I think, uhm. I missed you,” Steve says and Bucky looks good and unimpressed.

“Well,” Bucky says, and that derisive tone is not a good look on him. “You think you missed me? So what, you come over here, expecting…” and there he shrugs.

“Buck,” Steve says, and reaches out to touch, but Bucky moves away.

“No way,” he says, shaking his head. “You know, I was fine with how things were? I mean, you’re – you’re Captain America, but you’re also Steve. You’re him, too. And I was okay just having a little bit of Steve. I was okay with not having it all the way. I didn’t ask you to love me back, Steve.”

“I know, Buck, I –“

“No,” Bucky says, and he’s really getting some steam going now. Steve can see it in the way his cheeks get those two bright splotches, high up on his cheekbones, the way they get when he –

“You don’t get to show up here because you’re lonely,” Bucky says. “I deserve better than that. I deserve better than someone who keeps calling me kid, throwing my age up in my face all the time like I don’t know. I know, Steve. Jesus.”

He’s – Christ, he’s gorgeous. Just…glorious in his anger, all pink faced and red lips, eyes blazing like nothing Steve has ever seen before and he – he wants it. He wants Bucky coming at him, telling him he’s wrong and putting him in his place. He likes the soft Sunday mornings, the nuzzling, snuffling, coming awake slow, bodies getting what they want, soft and easy. But he wants this, too.

It his him then, hard and visceral, in his gut the way it hasn’t until right now: He’s in love with this kid. He’s in love with – with – with Bucky. He’s in love with him.

Steve feels winded all of a sudden, and vulnerable like he hasn’t in years. He’s looking at Bucky, but what he’s seeing is his heart, beating there outside of his chest, where anything, anyone, can come along and harm it.

It’s – He takes a deep, steadying breath, and then another. He wants to reach out, grab Bucky and hold him tight, shield him with his body so that nothing can ever hurt him. Hurt them.

Bucky sees something’s wrong. The fire dies down a touch and instead his brows knit with confusion. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I –“ His mind races, catching up, cataloging all of this new information, finally realizing what his body’s been trying to tell him for weeks. He feels winded because he finally sees this all from Bucky’s point of view: how they never go out, how Steve never invites him to meet any of the team, any of his friends. How he’ll answer any question Bucky asks, but he still keeps his guard up.

God, he’s a shit.

“Bucky,” he says, and he straightens up and looks Bucky right in the eyes. “I’m,” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know, and I handled everything so badly. I’m –“ in love with you. He means to say it, but he – not now. This isn’t the time or place. Not like this.

Bucky’s standing back, looking skeptical, but listening.

“You’re right about everything,” Steve says with a shrug. “You deserve so much better than this. And I hope, I mean, if-“

“Delivery for Barnes?”

Steve turns, startled. There’s a pizza guy behind him holding one of those padded bags and how the hell did he miss that guy slogging up the three flights to Bucky’s apartment?

“Thanks,” Bucky says, and Steve steps aside to let the transaction occur.

As Bucky’s signing his name, a strand of his hair escapes its gelled confinement and falls across his forehead. His tongue is sticking out and he’s holding the receipt to the wall and shaking out the pen, trying to get the ink to run.

“I love you,” Steve says.

Bucky startles, stops, and looks at him, eyes wide.

They stare at each other in shocked silence for a moment, until the pizza guy clears his throat.

“I love you,” Steve says again, because now that he’s said it he doesn’t know how to stop. He’s said those words to three people in his life: His Ma, Peggy, and now Bucky. “I hope that’s good news,” he says, “but I’ll go if you want me too. I love you and you should – you should know that. If it makes a difference.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, and the pizza guy clears his throat again.

Without taking his eyes from Bucky, Steve reaches for his wallet and pulls out a couple of bills. “That cover it?” he asks. It must, because the guy hands Steve the pizza and leaves.

Bucky’s still staring at him, and Steve’s starting to worry. Did he leave it too long?

Turning, Bucky walks into his apartment and Steve follows, closing the door behind him. He looks around. It’s small but neatly furnished. Steve knows Tony pays well, but Bucky is still new to his career. It strikes him then that while he’s been here to pick Bucky up, he’s never actually spent any time here, and feels like an asshole all over again.

“Shit,” he says. “You probably thought I didn’t want to meet your friends.”

“You didn’t,” Bucky says, and he’s right. Steve wasn’t thinking of Bucky in any way other than how they could spend time together, alone, and preferably naked. All those other things, cooking together and listening to music, Bucky working at the dining room table while Steve sketched. All that was just extra. An afterthought. He hadn’t even realized it was the best part. Or he had, but he’d hidden that away from himself, afraid of what it might mean to be let himself feel that way about someone again.

“I do now,” Steve says. “I want –“ so many things. Things, he’s coming to realize, he might not get.

“Why?” Bucky says. “Why now? Did you finally get lonely enough? Because Steve, there are plenty of people who would fuck you, no strings attached. No feelings.”

“I don’t want that,” Steve says. It’s kicking up his temper, Bucky mouthing off to him like that. He knows he has a right, hell, he knows that it’s his due. But he’s had other people following his orders for so long, it riles him when they don’t. It riles him to be questioned.

He reaches out for Bucky, and this time, Bucky doesn’t bat him away. He settles a hand on Bucky’s waist, then another, and pulls him close. His heart is beating hard.

What he wants is to devour this kid – this man – in front of him. What he wants is to open his mouth and swallow him whole.

Instead, he tips his head down, and brushes the softest, lightest kiss he can manage against Bucky’s warm lips.

It takes him a moment to realize his hands are trembling.

“I love you,” he says, soft, a whisper, so that Bucky can feel it against his lips.

For a moment, he’s afraid that Bucky will push him away.

“That’s okay,” Bucky says, and reaches his arms up around Steve’s neck. “That’s…going to be just fine.”

By the time they surface from their next kiss, the pizza’s gone cold.

“Come on,” Steve says, taking in Bucky’s disappointed pout. “I know this amazing place in Brooklyn. We’ll eat it there. I brought the bike.”

Bucky looks at him for a long moment before a genuine smile lights his face. He looks so fresh, so young. It’s dazzling.

Steve’s been an absolute fool.

“Yeah,” he says, and goes to the closet for the leather jacket that Steve bought him the first time he’d picked him up on the bike.

When he turns around, Steve takes a moment to zip it up, tightening the band at the collar and checking that the turtle shell armor is still in place. When he’s satisfied, he looks up and Bucky’s giving him the most indulgent grin.

“Shut up,” Steve says, leaning down to brush another kiss at Bucky’s mouth. “I take care of what’s mine.”

“Does that mean I’m yours?”

“It means that one day I hope to have earned it.”

The grin that Bucky gives him is feral and hot.

“Why don’t you start working on that now?” he says, and Steve grins.

“Because you’re hungry.”

“Baby I’m starving. I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks.”

Steve grins, unable to take his eyes off of the incredible man in his arms. Now that he’s letting himself see it, he wonders how he ever saw anything else.

“Thank you,” he says, wrapping his arms around Bucky and holding him tight. “Thank you.”

“Yeah?” Bucky says. “Well don’t let it happen again.”

“Never,” Steve answers. “Never.”

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