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mashbrainrot · 1 year
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hawkeye/bj, hawkeye. If you got those already, hawk/trap and klinger.
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002 | Give me a character & I will tell you | Klinger
This is coming off the back of a LOT of Klinger thoughts this week so an especially big thank you for asking me about him
• One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
It can be summed up with this: keep him in the damn dresses.
• my OTP:
Klinger/Soon-Lee is pretty much as perfect as a last minute pairing could be tbh.
• my cross over ship:
My imagination is failing hard with these ones, Jesus. Someone else who fucks with gender presentation.
• a headcanon fact:
He becomes a tailor. What the fuck is an AfterMASH? Oh I also think he is one of the few of the main cast who doesn't have a thing for Hawkeye.
• How I feel about this character:
It's about his unrelenting and uncomplicated kindness. It's about his defiance in the face of the army that manages to stay mostly devoid of anger. Its about the way he plays with gender in ways the text intended and didn't intend. It's his steadiness that is important to the characters within the story, and to the audience
• All the people I ship romantically with this character:
If it isn't Soon-Lee, I think honestly him and Kellye would have been absolutely incredible as a pairing. Unlike the rest of the characters, however, who I could generally buy having at least partly romantic or sexual relationships with any of the others, I think that's the extent of Klinger's pairing options I'm interested in. I think Henry was FASCINATED with him bit I don't think Klinger would have gone there.
• My non-romantic OTP for this character:
Him and Mulcahy and him and Charles make very funny double acts.
• My unpopular opinion about this character:
I've really dug deep for this one and I got NOTHING. Maybe not seeing the romantic sides to him with the other characters, I know him and Mulcahy are a big(?) ship. I don't get him with Charles either, romantically or sexually.
001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:
Traphawk edition
• when I started shipping it if I did:
The first episode I REMEMBER really really shipping them was Yankee Doodle Doctor. Who could resist that dancing scene?
• my thoughts:
I'm mostly into Traphawk as a melancholic 'missed connections' type affair. I love the angst, and the juxtaposition of the nature of Trapper's departure vs the generally easygoing and very happy relationship we saw on screen. I also love their relationship for what it adds to Hawkeye's overarching narrative.
• What makes me happy about them:
The way they make each other laugh, their physical comedy, Trapper's dogged loyalty and support in most things, how goddamned pretty and cute and sexy they are.
• What makes me sad about them:
Trapper's relative lack of character outside of their dynamic, the fact we never got to see how he would have handled a more troubled Hawkeye.
• things done in fanfic that annoys me:
Any hand-waving of the nature of Trapper's departure. That's like, the sole conflict between them, and I don't like it being excused so easy in a fic where they are meant to be endgame. A common way of doing this seems to be to make out that Trapper thought Hawkeye is dead, but then that's just ACCEPTED and they don't examine why Trapper didn't... demand answers beyond that, which seems very out of character. He didn't write the 4077th at all to find out what happened? He didn't send condolences to Daniel?
• things I look for in fanfic:
Something I like in Traphawk fics is EITHER fun sexy times set in Korea, or big reunions post-war where Trapper makes amends and generally looks after a Hawkeye who is a very different and much more delicate creature than the man he left behind.
• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
For Hawkeye I think it's obvious I'm gonna say Beej... for Trapper? Idk man, I think Louise and him should get divorced and him just live very happily as a single man.
• My happily ever after for them:
Honestly, that they reconnect and stay in each others lives. They meet up regularly, and send each other life updates and the occasional stupid present that made them think of the other, or pranks by mail. I struggle to believe a til-death-do-them-part style romance, but a long lasting one? Sure. And staying in each others lives as an important part of their stories? Definitely.
• who is the big spoon/little spoon:
I have really thought about this, and have come to the conclusion that I think Hawkeye trained Trapper into accepting being the little spoon sometimes by making him do it as a bit first. 
• what is their favorite non-sexual activity:
Making each other laugh, and dancing. Providing each other with small acts of love, like good food, that record they know the other has had their eye on, a scarf they make the other wear when it's cold.
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ghostheadlock · 6 months
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Part III
THE SEX TALK 🆘🚑🚨‼️
Damn!!! I was reading and could stop thinking „this is so perfect. That’s exactly how they‘d to this“
Mina being awkward as fuck, Nayeon looking at the camera and going nah, I‘ll handle this. Yoona matching Minas energy. Homegirl did not want to be there at all. I call the HC that Nayeon was best at giving that talk, out of all 6 parents. I think she‘d be good at leading the talk, making room for questions and not oversharing at all. Yoona probably had the best experience out of the kids.
And I believe then it just went downhill for the rest of the children. Momo being so aggressive about it??? You said like Sakura had already done something wrong, which was exactly the vibe it gave off. I was laughing my ass off. And Dahyun trying, trying to somewhat save this trainwreck. But Momo being too far gone, she saw her future with her daughter having knocked up three different omegas and was MAD
This is the national day of Haewons suffering. I felt so bad for her reading her part. Sana was a ticking time bomb the minute they sat down. Wonnie probably got a great amount of detail regarding her parents sex life.
The pool scene!!! THE POOL SCENE!! The tension is so real. The kiss on the shoulder. I gasped. It was too cute. They NEED to be endgame ghost. I‘m so fucking invested IN CHILDREN WTF. What I love most about this is that its basically Samo in a different universe. I just know Sana will tease Momo the minute she finds out about them
I love the coming out storyline <3 Yoona experiencing gay panic, gay struggle and gay anxiety in one chapter is so real. Can’t wait for the scene where she comes out to Minayeon and can finally breathe again. (I‘m also crushing on Chaewon, I can relate)
Yoona downing that alcohol bc of her mental state reminds me of Mina at the wedding. They are so alike.
And now to Momo. My Momo. She‘s doing her best. I think it’s all just very much for her. Three kids, the dogs, the restaurants. She has so many obligations and her proud nature telling her what an alpha should be like that makes her forget to see Saki as her child first. Everyone who had strict parents (🙋🏻‍♀️) can probably relate to their fight in some way. Momo can’t control everything. And I guess it frustrates her so much that she can’t. But all that toughness is just her trying to conceal that she worries. She was probably scared shitless first when the police called. And it only turned to anger once she knew Sakura was safe. I could never hate Momo. She‘s so relatable and real. I wish she and her daughter can repair the relationship. Although I wouldn’t mind reading about Momo losing her cool more often … it does something to me
Anyways I hope I didn’t bore you too much with my thoughts about dive. I‘ve never been this invested in any story this much. I hold it very close to my heart and hope those little reviews are something that makes writing more enjoyable for you. Thank you for the double update you had me thinking about it the whole day. Hope you enjoy some time for yourself and get all the praise you deserve ❤️
youre absolutely right, nayeon was the mvp of the sex talk! she’s a scientist so she knows the hard facts of science
jihyo tried but oh our girl sana was about ready to throw condoms at haewon but the ironic part is anyone who gets even close to her daughter is getting growled at by sana and probably put on a blacklist
yoona is truly mina’s daughter!! pining = drinking more
there will be plenty more momo trying to raise a teen (and failing) moments to come!
never a bore, always a pleasure bestie 🥰
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kinanabinks · 3 years
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I'm looking forward to Method Acting 12 I hope Bee gets what she deserves. And may I request a drabble? I've always wondered how the relationship between Bucky and the Reader developed, could you write a little bit? Thanks for your posts, you are doing a great job :)
thank you so much!!
here is a little bit about how they met and how their friendship developed - i'll focus solely on bucky and bunny, and make a separate post for steve!
content warning: frat!bucky x reader, angst, fluff
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bucky stumbled through the rooms, wondering where his friend steve had gone. he was worried sick because this was steve's first big event since peggy's death and he had lost him at some point of the night.
it was when he took a break from looking that he finally found him. steve was sitting on the bottom step of the wide stairs, and there was a girl standing in front of him
when bucky moved closer, he got a glimpse of your face. you were beautiful. he had seen some pretty girls tonight at this frat party, but you were on a whole other level.
he rushed over and gathered that you had been comforting steve. a small smile grew on his lips when he saw a teary-eyed steve looking up at you and giving you a weak laugh at something you said
"there you are," bucky said, looking down at his best friend. "you alright, stevie?"
your hands were on steve's cheeks, your thumbs absentmindedly stroking away his stray tears. looking up at bucky, you were slightly taken aback. you were told that the guys at college would be hot, but god damn. first the blue-eyed blonde at your feet, and now this guy, too?
ignoring your attraction, because your priority right now was taking care of the blonde you found hyperventilating fifteen minutes ago, you lowered your voice and spoke to the brunette. "how did you guys get here? did you walk or uber it?"
bucky thought your voice was the loveliest one he had ever heard. "uh, uber."
"great," you said with a small smile. "you mind calling one? your friend needs to get home."
he did as you said, and he believed he'd do anything you asked.
while steve freshened up in the bathroom, you pulled bucky to the side. "your friend was having an anxiety attack. i've seen it before in my cousins, so luckily i knew what to do."
"thank you, so much," bucky replied, his chest aching. "steve has been through a lot. the anxiety attacks are... pretty common, unfortunately. this summer's been rough on him. he told me he was ready to get back to normal, but..."
"it's okay; these things take time," you said, patting his arm. "just be patient with him."
that night, you gave steve a kiss on the cheek before him and bucky left, and bucky swore to himself that he'd make you his one day.
plans change, though.
you bumped into steve again and ended up grabbing lunch with him. the two of you got along great, but he was still a little closed off.
when he took you to properly meet bucky, you were too focused on helping steve feel better to notice bucky's flirting.
he would compliment your clothes, hug you multiple times for longer than usual, and even play with your hair
bucky was a very touchy person, but luckily you were, too.
you welcomed his hugs, complimented him back, and loved when he plaited your hair. you tried plaiting his but it was too short, but he looked adorable with tiny scrunchies in his hair
it took a lot of mental and emotional effort to be there for steve, and you and bucky understood and could relate to each other as you both gave your all to helping steve improve.
when you met their coursemate, sam, that's when bucky decided to turn down the charm and instead stick to being friends
"i can already tell that steve is getting better," sam said to bucky one day with a smile. "and that's mainly because of y/n. i'm calling it now, man; them two are endgame."
bucky didn't even think about you and steve in that way before sam's comment. but afterwards, it was all he could see. it made sense.
you were the only one other than bucky that steve was willing to open up to, and you were smitten by him.
"i told him to grow out his beard," you said to bucky with a cheeky grin. "didn't think he actually would."
bucky looked over to steve who had grown out some stubble, and was taken aback. even peggy had told him that she wanted him to keep his beard, but he always said he preferred his face clean-shaven.
"wouldya look at that," bucky mumbled with a chuckle. "you got him wrapped around those pretty fingers of you, don't you?"
you laughed, shaking your head. "i don't know about that. i think he's just too lazy to shave and now he has an excuse."
but bucky knew the truth. steve had developed a soft spot for you, and how could bucky ever try to come between that when you were the first girl steve had liked other than peggy?
the night you and bucky got really close was when steve had gone home for the weekend.
it was just before christmas in freshman year.
you had had a rough day at college so you went over to their apartment, looking for some cheering up
when bucky opened the door, he was delighted to see you. he let you in and you asked if you could watch tv in his room instead, because you wanted to cuddle
bucky was surprised. you had cuddled before, but never in bed.
deciding not to think too hard about it, he agreed, leading you into his bedroom.
"just been stressed out with classes," you grumbled, resting your head on his chest while an episode of spongebob played. "sometimes i wonder why i ever thought i could do college."
"hey; you do college better than anyone i know," he said truthfully, stroking your hair. "the semester is almost over, and the break will do you good. just don't overwork yourself, okay?"
"my brain feels so empty sometimes," you admit, lifting your head up and turning to look at him. "like how could i possibly churn out a 3,000 word essay when there's nothing going on up there?"
bucky chuckled, "there is most definitely a lot going on up there, honey."
"there really isn't," you insisted. "i'm just... i'm just a great big... dummy."
he couldn't help but snort, which made you glare at him.
"i'm sorry," he said, grabbing your hand with a smile. "you're just so fucking adorable, you know that?"
you rolled your eyes but couldn't hold back your smile. "shut up, james." he had expressed early on in your friendship that he hated being called by his first name.
but how could he hate it when you were the one saying it?
bucky linked his fingers with yours and grinned. "cute little thing."
"stop."
"cute little... dummy."
"so you agree?" you teased with a raised brow. "i'm nothing but a dummy?"
"you are a lot of things," bucky began. "smart, funny, painfully good-looking..."
you felt your heart race at his words, but you knew he was just a helpless flirt and if he actually thought those things, he'd have made a move when you first met.
"great at dancing, sometimes annoying but in a good way," he went on to list with a smirk. "and you're also a little dummy."
you pouted up at him. "you're so mean."
"it's okay," he cooed. "you're my little dummy."
admittedly, you kinda liked being called that.
"so stop looking at me like that," bucky growled, squeezing your cheeks to further pronounce your pout. "love me?"
with your face being squashed between his fingers, you nodded.
"good girl," bucky said with a wink before letting go and softly tapping your reddened cheek. "for a dum-dum, you're pretty smart."
you rolled your eyes and hit his shoulder. "okay, james."
a sly grin grew on his lips. "you know that you calling me james doesn't affect me as much as you think it does?"
you frowned. "you said you hate it."
"i do," bucky confirmed. "but i like it when you say it."
"why?" you asked him, confused.
"honestly? i don't know," he answered with a shrug. "it's the same as if steve were to call me it. i wouldn't mind."
"so what you're saying is i'm on the same best-friend level as steve?" you questioned him excitedly.
bucky rolled his eyes, but did nothing to hide his wide smile. "i guess you are, dummy."
"good to know, jamie," you said before laying back down and snuggling into his chest.
he felt his heart skip a beat when you called him jamie, and wrapped his arm around you. maybe this being friends thing was gonna be a lot harder than he thought, but it was worth being able to keep both you and steve in his life.
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ofnifflersandkings · 3 years
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Endgame Strategy
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Character: Benny Watts
A/n: I said I’d write for the hot chess people so I did. The timeline for this is kinda confusing but the desperation I had to write this made me simply not care.
“(Y/n)!” 
A familiar voice pulled you from your current task of getting Benny’s two ton apartment door shut. You barely got yourself inside before a pair of arms promptly wrapped around you. 
You staggered backwards by the sudden weight, a noise between a wheeze and a laugh escaping you as you registered who it was.
“If it isn’t my favorite drama queen!” You pulled back to get a good luck at Beth, a big grin busting out on both of your faces.
“Come in,” She ushered you in, helping you take off your coat and asking you little questions as she lead you over to the sink.
You were a pretty established photographer for some big fashion companies, so you had been traveling with Cleo around Europe for the better half of a year. You’d telephoned Benny as soon as all of your campaigns wrapped up and he instantly insisted you come to New York to make up for lost time.
You had just started to get a word in when you felt someone come up behind you and squeeze you abruptly, practically toppling you over. “Look what the cat dragged in!”
You looked over to see Benny already looking down at you with a grin before promptly ruffling up your hair. “Hey stranger,” He grinned. You pushed him off and turned to give him a proper hug. 
You noticed Arthur and Hilton lingering behind him and you pulled yourself from his hold to greet them as well.
“You came at the perfect time,” Benny said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “We were just about to start.”
“What do you say, (Y/n)?” Hilton asked. “Finally gonna indulge us and play a game?”
You shoved his hands off of you and sent him a smile. “You don’t need some newbie slowing down your thunder,” You noticed Benny giving you the pleading look he always sent your way when you turned down playing chess. You swear you thought he knew how to deflate his eyes on purpose so he looked like a kicked puppy. “No, I don’t need your patronizing when I barely make it past five moves.”
Benny was an old childhood friend of yours, so you had known Arthur and Hilton for almost as long as he had. And they made it their personal life mission to rope into playing against one of them. But you were renowned for your patience and they’d yet to wear you down. 
Beth sent a small pout your way and handed you a glass of water. “Oh please, now who’s the drama queen. You were doing great when I was teaching you last time we saw each other.”
Benny’s gaze shot up. “What?”
You scoffed at her, completely forget about your last encounter. “Now that’s not fair, we were hardly playing. You had to show me where to move every five minutes.”
“When did you see each other?” Benny pushed.
You sighed, smoothing down your sweater. “When I was in Paris with Cleo, we only saw each other the one night and I was just bored and tipsy enough to let her show me.” 
She grinned at you, shoving her arm into you as she leant into your side. “I think you have lots of potential. I could make a grandmaster out of you, I know it.”
Benny’s eyes followed you as you moved from your standing position to sit next to him on the sofa.
“You never let me teach you how to play,” He murmured to you with a huff, causing a small tuft of his hair to fly upwards.
Benny had made several attempts to get you into the game he loved so dearly. And as one of the few constant people in his life he wanted you to be part of his world. But each time was met with a firm refusal on your part, insisting you wouldn’t get it. He’d try to pull every trick in the book, every charming smile and all the pretty words he knew to try and convince you to let him show you, but you were always indifferent to his charisma. 
It annoyed the shit out of him.
Truth was you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of him. You’d seen him play at almost every match he was ever in and it was almost scary how good he was. You could play a casual game and maybe boast a win or two, but playing against him wasn’t something you think you’ll ever do. Besides, give him the satisfaction of having your inevitable defeat over your head? Not in this lifetime.
You let out a light laugh, smiling at Beth as she moved to grab the other boards from Benny’s alarming collection he kept stuffed in the closet. “You’re too intimidating when you play, I’d be distracted.”
Benny rolled his eyes, thinking of the stern look that permanently sets on Beth’s face. The woman who looks like she’s three seconds away from going for your neck during her games but he was too intimidating.
You took a sip from your glass of water and lightly knocking over one of the knight pieces on the board in front of you. “I don’t see why it matters, I’ll be beat regardless of who’s playing.”
He frowned, he’d always wanted to play you. Not because he cared about winning but he just wanted you to see his skill firsthand. You didn’t bat an eyelash at winnings anymore, and you never stuck around for his in-depth lectures about game theory with the other players. But he also knew you liked knowing the way things worked. And since chess was his bailiwick, Beth being the only other American player who could beat him, he knew you’d be impressed. At first he just thought you weren’t interested, so knowing you were being taught by someone else stung twice-over. 
You knew something was wrong when he didn’t send a clever remark back your way. Benny liked to think he was this cool and collected character, but really he could be quite the prima donna. Knowing him for as long as you did made him an open book, you could almost always know what he was thinking.  
“Don’t be such a baby, Bens.” You grinned, leaning over to tap the end of his nose, something you always did to irritate him. “She crushed me anyways.”
“You’d win if you let me teach you.” He argued, looking at you pointedly. 
“I don’t need to win, that’s your job,” You leaned into him, trying to stroke his ego to get him to drop the subject. 
Benny’s ears perked up and he was about to go into of his grand self-assured lectures when Beth interrupted him, promptly placing the boxes of chess boards on the table in front of him.
“I dunno, (Y/n),” Beth gloated, passing a box to Hilton. “I think he’s losing his touch, last time we played I damn near emptied his wallet.”
That got your attention, and you sat up with a laugh. “You’re kidding? In speed chess?” Your cackles only grew when she gave a proud nod. “I can’t believe I missed it!”
Benny scoffed, pushing away from you to help set up the boards. “You hardly missed anything-“
“She kicked his ass, ,” Arthur chuckled, loosening the cap on his beer bottle. “Said she’d kick him the crotch too when he tried to argue with her.”
You raised your glass to Beth in commencement. “I knew there was a reason I liked you so much.”
“Another simultaneous?” Beth asked, noticing they were moving the boards onto the floor, she turned back to you. “Have you ever seen once of these?”
You shook your head dramatically, moving from your place on the sofa to the floor so you could sit right next to the action. “Nope! I mean I know what they are, but I’ve never actually seen one.”
She smirked, placing the clock at every board while the boys situated the pieces. “Well, you’re in for a treat, these are my specialty.”
You leaned forward, placing your elbows on your knees so could you watch every move. The speed of the game was something you had long gotten used to, but it never was any less impressive. You don’t know how anyone’s brain could go that fast, but watching the pieces fly around the board completely fascinated you. 
Beth really was everything the chess magazines said she was and maybe even more amazing in person. You found it hard to pull your gaze away from her hand, watching as she completely tore through the three boys pieces. Hilton and Arthur were the first to lose, knocking over there kings.
You got ready to settle in while she took on Benny, but not even a few moments later you watched him grimace and reluctantly fish his wallet from his pockets. 
“Wow,” You breathed out, looking over at Beth with a gaze that could only be described as positively starstruck. “I mean I knew you were good, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that.”
Beth felt her face get a little warm, not used to such straight-forward praise. At least not since she was a child prodigy. She reached her hand up to brush her hair out of her eyes, and pulled her gaze away from you.
“I can do it again.”
Benny felt his eyebrow twitch, he was used to your praise being directed at him for the most part. You had grown up with him constantly talking about and challenging others to play chess. And when he started to make a name for himself he’d taken you along with him. Before your work took off, you had more time to see his games in person. But, even when you couldn’t physically be there, you always called when you saw the results in Chess Review or tuned in to one of the broadcasted matches.
He was the best in the States for a long time, so you had become especially hard to impress. He knew Beth was better him than by miles, but to finally have his title of best chess player you knew taken away made him feel scratchy. 
But he scoffed, straightening his back to try and get his focus back. “Not if I have anything to say about it, Harmon.” 
And so for about three more games, she absolutely crushed the three boys. You got closer to the boards each time, admiring Beth’s superhuman skill. It made you feel a little sting of pride, the girl was showing up three of most arrogant and skilled players you knew. 
“God,” You leaned back onto your elbows, sniffling a giggle when. “I would’ve given any amount of money to be here to see the faces on these boys when you did this the first time.”
Beth smirked, rounding up the pieces to put them away in their cases. “Me too, we could’ve gotten it all on camera.” 
You groaned. “Such a missed opportunity.”
You lolled your head over and saw Benny staring intently at the board, a deep frown on his face. You smiled, scooting over so you could lean all your weight against him. “Don’t look so sad, Bens. I’m sure you would’ve gotten her eventually.”
He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s what you used to tell all the sorry losers I used to beat.”
You closed your eyes, settling into his side and sighing at his warmth. “You’re not a sorry loser. You’re the best chess player I know.”
“Still?”
“Hey now, I didn’t drag my ass to every one of your matches for decades for you to question my loyalty,” You teased, you opened your eyes and saw something on his wall. Nestled snug inside a frame was the first time he was on the cover of Chess Review.
“You remember when I took that?” You nodded towards it.
Benny smiled properly, his eyes getting a familiar shimmer. “Yes ma���am, I told them I wouldn’t be on the cover unless you got to take my photos,” He wrapped an arm around you. “Course if I had known it’d make you a hot shot photographer who had to go away all the time I might’ve kept my mouth shut.”
You smiled, reaching up to flick his forehead. “I’ve taken all your photos for decades” You made a sweeping notion with your hands to all the various magazines scattered around his apartment. “Even when we were kids, I think I earned my little adventures abroad”
Benny gave you a look, one you couldn’t quite place, but he kept your gaze for awhile. A small smile snuck up in the corner of his mouth before he looked down, strawberry blonde strands hiding him from your view.
“Well don’t stay away so long next time, yeah? I missed you.”
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peterpparkerwrites · 2 years
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revelations - part eighteen
a/n: currently on hiatus - look at my pinned post for more info! this fic has a lot of parts so I’ll have it scheduled to post twice a day - once at 11:00 AM PST and once at 5:00 PM PST. since I will be gone and can’t update links, if you want to find previous parts, just scroll down my page :) warnings: language pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 2.4k note: this part is the “end” of the infinity war / endgame installment of this series - the next part (and most up to date part) is the first part of the far from home installment
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"Y/N!" The little girl laughed and put her hands up, and you picked her up and spun her around. Morgan hadn't gotten much bigger since you last saw her, but it felt like ages since you had been at Tony's funeral.
"Hey Morguna," you dipped her, her squeals bringing a smile to your face. "I brought someone for you to meet!"
Peter's eyes were a little wide seeing you playing with the kid, the sight making him melt. When you had suggested going to meet Tony's daughter officially, he hadn't been so sure. He met her at the funeral, but there wasn't time for a proper introduction, and he hadn't been in the right spirits for it. He could hardly fathom the idea that Tony had a daughter at all.
But when Pepper had suggested maybe you two could babysit, you had been all for the idea, and he couldn't help but admit that he wanted to meet Tony's legacy. Well, one of his legacies, anyway.
"Petey!" Morgan cried out, giving him grabby hands while his eyes widened even more.
"She knows me?" He asked in disbelief, a little smile finding it's way onto your lips.
"Of course. I talked about you all the time, showed her pictures. So did Tony. Want to say hi?"
Peter seemed a little nervous but stepped forward, much to Morgan's glee. She practically jumped out of your arms but he picked her up easily.
The rest of the day she acted like she had known him her whole life. Which she practically had.
"And this is Peter," Tony cooed, running a finger over the scrapbook photos. You and May had made it for his 1st wedding anniversary with Pepper, and it held photos from a lot of cherished memories in their lives. Which meant there were lots of Peter.
The picture he has pointing to was one you were also in, and you think it was from a day you and Peter had gone to Coney Island. It was hard to look at the picture, but it had gotten a little easier over the last almost year of living with May.
"Can you say 'Peter'?" Tony asked her, making you chuckle. He had been trying to get Morgan to say her first word for months now, despite knowing that babies didn't start forming words that made sense for at least a year.
But any time you pointed that out, he insisted that Starks started early.
"What about 'Mommy'?" You asked her, and she made a noise that didn't resemble anything.
"Hey, has Pepper been asking you to try and get her to say Mom first? Because I know this little one is gonna be a daddy's girl," he tickled her stomach, and she let out a cute laugh, making your heart melt.
"She already is," you grinned, knowing it was true. And she would definitely have Tony wrapped around her finger.
"Can you say 'Y/N'?" Tony continued, but Morgan stayed silent. "Damn. I was hoping-"
"Damn!"
Your mouth dropped open in shock as Tony stared at his daughter in disbelief. But it only took her saying "Damn!" again to make you nearly drop to the floor laughing, while Tony put his head in his hand.
"Classic!" You cried, actually wiping a tear from your eye, "She's definitely a Stark."
"Never say a word of this to anyone."
It was nearly nine when Morgan finally passed out. She fell asleep on Peter's shoulder, and the sight made you want to cry with how soft he looked. You never thought you'd see him again, much less with Morgan like this.
For the last half hour it had been mostly silent, the television on for background noise, but you were just enjoying being with two of your favorite people. Peter had one arm around Morgan to keep her upright so she could sleep against him, and his other arm was wrapped around you, where you were also nearly asleep against his shoulder.
"God, she looks so much like him," his voice cracked as he suddenly spoke, making you bite your lip. It was true - she was still young but she had Tony's eyes, she got the same disgruntled look he did, and you were sure she was going to be just as insanely brilliant.
"She sure does," you smiled a little, brushing some hair back from his face, "He'd be happy to see you two getting along so easily. He used to joke that you would've been two peas in a pod."
Peter smiled a little, "I can't wait to take her swinging."
"Absolutely not," you smacked his shoulder lightly while he snickered. "Pepper will have a heart attack."
"Maybe when she's older," he compromised, and you just rolled your eyes.
It was silent again except for Morgan's soft snores, Peter's his free arm wrapping around you a little tighter. You could hear his heartbeat from where you pressed your face against him, the sound like music to your ears from how long you lived without it.
"It's so weird to think that you guys talked about me, thinking I was gone," he murmured after a minute, his lips brushing against your hair.
"You were gone, Pete," you replied, shutting your eyes. "No one thought you were coming back, that anyone was coming back."
"It's weird," he just repeated, "I hate that you and May went through that."
"We had each other," you promised, "And we got through it."
Pepper found you all knocked out on the couch, and you and Peter woke up as she carefully took Morgan to bed. She thanked you both and told you that you could stay the night, but you both decided to do late patrol before heading back to May's.
It was later than you had ever patrolled before (with Peter, at least), but there was something calming about him swinging you through the almost quiet New York. Of course, New York was never completely silent, but it was better than you had ever seen it.
It seemed like your conversation from earlier about the snap hadn't ended once you were at your apartment, having decided last minute to go there instead of May's. She knew you both needed space sometimes, especially now.
But Peter had asked about a photograph on your desk of you and Nat and Tony, and now you were laying on your bed telling him about how they became two of the most important people in your life.
"I really miss them," you sighed, "Nat helped me through so much, and without Tony, I wouldn't be in college or an Avenger. They should've been able to celebrate everyone coming back."
"I know."
Neither of you said anything as Peter joined you on the bed, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to read your expression. It was clear you had changed, not just physically - but he was still able to read you like an open book, and he knew that you hadn't fully healed from their passing. Or, for that matter, the absence of your friends and family for two years despite them now being back.
He settled next to you and snuck an arm around your waist, pulling you against him as you sighed through your nose, relaxing every time he touched you.
"How bad was it?" He asked after a beat, letting his hand rest over your chest near your collarbone, feeling your heart rate pick up a little.
"Peter..."
"I want to know," he insisted, his lips brushing against your shoulder. "Please."
You remembered how it felt the minute he turned to dust in your fingers. You remembered seeing the bits of ash brush away in the wind and wanted to chase it, thinking maybe there was some way you could save him. You remembered screaming at Nebula and then going dead silent for weeks on that ship, not eating or drinking or talking to Tony despite knowing he was dying, too.
You easily remembered the ounce of relief you felt when you saw May, who was broken like you. You remembered how easily it would've been to give up if May hadn't been there. You remembered holding your necklace tight every night and trying to make it through the first few months, just for May. You remembered seeing your soulmate tattoo fading over time.
You remembered thinking that Peter rejecting you the first and second times was nothing compared to what you felt the second he died in your arms, and how you would go through that again and again if it meant you'd never have to lose Peter like that ever again.
"There aren't any words," your voice cracked, "I never want you to experience that."
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling your neck as he hugged you against him, and you knew he understood. "I shouldn't have asked. But these last few months, the way you look at me...I just needed to understand how bad it was. So I can help you."
"I'm sorry if I'm worrying you," you said sincerely, turning over and cupping his face in your hands, almost getting distracted in his warm brown eyes. "You have to understand, I've...I've been without you for so long, sometimes I forget I was lucky enough to get you back. And you'll do these little things that I had been thinking about for the last two years and agonizing over. You'll say you love me, and I remember the first time you told me that, and how I thought about that for a week straight last year around your birthday because I was so miserable. Or you'll bring me my favorite drink and I'll remember how up until six months ago I used to go to a cafe once a week and order your order even though I hated it, just so I could feel close to you again. Sometimes it's so easy to forget that you're back, and it startles me into remembering how it was when I thought you were never going to come back."
Peter brought his hands up over yours that were still cupping his face, giving you a squeeze. "Thank you for explaining."
He pressed his lips to yours, his thumb now brushing your cheeks as he held you close. You kissed him back easily, knowing the feeling would never get old, especially not after the last two years of missing him so much.
"Hey," he mumbled once he pulled away, a cute and sleepy expression on his face as he smiled at you. "I love you."
Your heart still skipped a beat whenever he said it.
-
"Hey," Peter dropped a quick kiss to your forehead before dropping down onto your bed, making you chuckle. "How was school?"
Ever since Peter had gone back to school, you had asked him to just come to your apartment after and then you could both patrol. And getting into a routine again was helping you get used to him being back, and him get used to not having you at school or with him all the time.
The first few months were messy - getting everyone back into school and work had been difficult, and your parents ended up having to move to a new apartment closer to their new jobs. You were still in school and planning on spending the summer at the Avengers compound, but now that Peter was back, you didn't know if you still wanted to do that.
But you still had yet to find out what his plans were for the summer or even if he would be finishing around the same time, considering it was May already but to him, it was October of his junior year.
Couldn't Thanos have at least scheduled the snaps a little better?
"Terrible. I hate physics," he snickered at your complaining, and you threw your pencil at him. "Hey, we can't all be geniuses here."
"I have some news," he sighed.
"Are you finally leaving me for Ned?"
"Not this time," he replied easily, making you chuckle. "Actually, there's a decathlon trip this summer that I'm thinking of going on, and I just wanted to see what you thought about me going."
You smiled a little, turning in your chair to face him for the first time since he hopped in through your window. "You don't need to ask if I'm okay with it, Peter, even though that's really sweet. I'll be fine without you, I know you're coming back this time."
"I just want to make sure. It'll be nearly a month," he chewed his lip, but you shrugged.
"That's fine. I'm sure I'll find a way to keep myself busy. Is it another nationals trip, that's pretty long for just a competition?"
"Well, internationals, actually. Hopefully it won't go like the last decathlon trip did," he shuddered, making you laugh.
"Yeah, try not to nearly destroy any national monuments this time," you snickered, "Where is it?"
"Europe."
"That's kind of far from home," You frowned a little, and he sighed. He made grabby hands at you and you let out a laugh, getting up to lay on the bed next to him.
"Far from you, yes," he agreed, draping and arm over your waist and pushing his face into the crook of your neck, "But I know you can cover the city while I'm gone, you've done it for two years now. I would take you with us, obviously, if I could, but I doubt the teachers would let a college student come-"
"Barely a college student," you lightly smacked his arm, "But that's fine, I'm just giving you a hard time. I was thinking of training at the compound for a while. Or I'll just hang out with Morgan, she'll be more entertaining than you, anyway."
"Hey," he pouted, and you just laughed. "But May thinks it'll be good for me. I've felt...weird since the snap. She thinks it'll be good for me to do something other than homework and patrol."
"As usual, she's probably right," you ran your fingers through his curls, smiling a bit when he shut his eyes and leaned into your hand.
"Promise not to destroy too many European monuments while you're away?"
"...I'll try my best?"
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🌙 Part II
🌙 Pairing: Jung Jaehyun (NCT) x Reader, Johnny (NCT) x Reader
🌙 Genre: Angst, Soulmate au
🌙 Word count: 3.6K
🌙 Warnings: the sadness of it all!!! Drinking, mentions of abandonment and cheating, mental illness and bad coping. SFW for now.
🌙 Series Masterlist
🌙 Tag List: @justineasian @cookydream
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“Johnny...” Jaehyun warned for the last time after what felt like hours of arguing with his best friend, “This conversation is going to end now.”
“You’re so fucking unfair, Jae.” Johnny snapped, slamming a wrist on their small breakfast table in their shared apartment. “You don’t have the right to fuck around with girls like that. And she - she’s your soulmate, damn it!”
Johnny was yelling now. Jaehyun was sure he could match him, but he opted for a low blow instead. He did tend to do this, say cold and dark things that couldn't be taken back. Sometimes they couldn't even be forgiven. He doesn't know where it comes from, but come it does.
“You don’t have the right to judge me, John. Besides... you know this soulmate shit is nonsense, firsthand! She’ll get over it - just like you did.”
What Jaehyun didn’t expect was the punch that Johnny landed to his jaw. In over ten years of friendship, Jaehyun had never once seen his friend hit someone. He never knew the day would come, and he didn’t expect it would be him in the receiving end.
But at this moment, Jaehyun understood he deserved it. He stung, and Johnny burned.
“I’m sorry.” He said, with his head hanging low and his hand caressing his burning jaw. “I crossed the line.”
“You crossed a couple of lines, Jaehyun.” Those were Johnny’s last words to him before walking out of the apartment.
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She’ll get over it - just like you did.
Jaehyun's words kept ringing in Johnny’s ears. The audacity. How fucking dare he? How could he bring it up?
Johnny often didn’t know if he should blame Jaehyun, personally, for the things he says and does. He witnessed the pain Jaehyun went through all those years ago - it changed him. Jaehyun still had a glimmer of his old self somewhere, he was often that version of himself in fact. But when it came to problems, tough times, and women, Jaehyun was vile. It was his defense mechanism, Johnny understood that well, he even anticipated it. Jaehyun fought day and night with himself to make sure he was never that vulnerable again, so that no one could hurt him. Breaking a woman’s heart along the way was just some sick version of symbolic revenge as a plus.
But after this, Johnny didn’t know if Jaehyun, his Jaehyun, was gone for good. Jae had been a brother that the world gave him, they grew up together, became men together. But Johnny was more certain with each of these tirades that the person Jaehyun had become was not a person that Johnny enjoyed at all.
How many women had Johnny tried to reassure, and comfort, and apologize to on Jaehyun’s behalf? Countless? Nah, maybe 15. The number still startled him though.
He remembered them all. He felt terrible for them all. Maybe it was that he felt guilty for what Jaehyun had become, and as an extension he felt that part of the pain these women bore was his doing. But this girl - this one broke his heart. She was going through a pain that hit Johnny in his sorest spot.
..Ah yes, to love a soulmate that doesn’t love you in return...
Johnny’s soulmate was a couple of years older that he was. And she was perfect. And at the time he was... twenty, naive, unsure of himself. He knew she was his soulmate before she knew him. He watched her from a distance as she walked by the record store he part timed in. He knew right away and slowly built up the courage to go up to her, make the perfect first impression.
He remembered her bitterly, with anger, while he sipped on his drink at some stale and vacant bar. But then he let out a calming breath, one that he had been holding too long, and remembered how he had already made peace with everything that happened some time ago.
Someone sits beside him but he doesn’t bother to look as he takes another sip of whatever filled his cup.
“Drinking on a Tuesday? I thought that was my thing.” He hears a feminine voice say beside him. He turns and finds himself a bit of a surprise.
You aren’t crying, your hair is brushed and your dressed decently - he almost didn’t recognize you.
“Y/n?” He says with some surprise. “I didn’t know you came here.”
“Well I usually don’t, but that staff at the 7/11 tried to pull an intervention on me so I had to find a new drinking well.” You say with surprising lightheartedness. He doesn't answer and looks at you worriedly. “I’m kidding Johnny - I saw you outside and wanted to say hello.”
He doesn’t know why he feels a bit shameful for drinking at this time of day, after being caught by you, and it stuns him so the words don’t leave his mouth.
“I also wanted to say thank you.” You say, placing a hand on his arm. Your fingers felt very small, and warm, and comforting. He wanted to come here and let his anger out, but he finds that his thoughts and your presence have only mellowed him to a point of stupor.
“Thank yo - me?” He asks incredulously, you giggle at his confusion.
“I - yes, thank you. You were very kind to me when you didn’t have to be, and I think it might have saved me a bit.”
“You don’t have to thank me, it’s the least I could do.”
“But you didn't have to, it’s not your problem to deal with.” This time the laughter you let out is a bit of a resigned chuckle. “Yet you were there, Johnny. You were kind, and you were there when no one else was. Even though you didn’t know me and I was a mess and you had no obligation to deal with me. So thank you. You’re very kind Johnny, it gives me a bit of optimism.”
You let out a long sigh before saying “I’m sorry, I won’t bother you anymore.”
Before you get up to leave, Johnny wraps his hand around yours, pinning it to the counter.
“Wait.” He insists, “Would you join me?” He asks. Just one look in his eyes makes you think that he needs the same kind of comforting he gave you. You sit beside him, finally gaining some level with him on the tall stool.
“So, girl troubles?” You finally ask.
“Guy troubles.” He replies dejectedly.
“Oh...” you say in a bit of curious surprise.
“I mean Jaehyun.” He clarifies.
“Oh.” You say in disappointment. “I guess I can’t help you there.”
You ordered a plain drink while lingering in silence with the tall man beside you.
“I tried talking to him about you.” The tone in Johnny’s confession lets you know it didn't go well.
“You don’t need to bother with him, it’s not your fault. This is all his fault.” You say with a scoff towards the end.
“It’s not your fault either.” He says, “It’s not your fault the universe paired you with a jackass.” The tone in his voice raises again, but when you rest your hand on his arm it helps cool him down once more.
“I hope you didn’t fight with him because of me.” You murmur quietly. Had the place not been so empty, Johnny wouldn't have made your words out.
“I fought with him because Jae is an asshole - and that’s not your fault either.” Johnny replies after a while. “I don’t know what to do with him anymore.”
“Maybe you should find yourself another friend.” You reply. “Sometimes we need to move on from people we think are supposed to have a meaningful place in our lives, and realizing that hurts. So, we ignore that fact.”
The way you said those words, so smoothly and effortlessly, makes Johnny think that you’ve said them before, maybe to someone else, or maybe to yourself. But he understands that the meanings of those words have been with you for quite some time.
“I guess we both have to move on from Jaehyun then.” Johnny’s words are accompanied with a weak laugh, and you giggle, but this time your laughter is a bit more earnest, and in turn it builds his laughter up too.
“At least you can still look forward to meeting your soulmate.” You finally say, continuing the joke, but Johnny suddenly tenses up and you can tell you’ve said something off. “I mean, if you haven’t already-”
“I met her. We’re not together.” He says plainly, you can see some anger in his eyes, but its pointed far from you.
“Oh, Johnny, I didn’t mean to-” you begin to apologize.
“Don’t.” He sighs, and gulps down his drink before signaling for a second one. “She… well, I knew who she was, and by the time I finally had the guts to introduce myself she was with someone else.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He says, swiveling his new drink around over the counter. “She had been in love with him since they were kids… when she met me she was engaged. I tried, I really did, but she said that even if she had met me sooner, it would’ve always been him. I didn’t stand a chance.”
You were sort of stunned into silence.
“Don’t worry, I made my peace with it. I get that it’s not my fault, and I can’t blame her either.”
After a while you build up the courage to ask, “So, do you believe this soulmate thing is endgame? Or…?”
“I don’t know. I have no idea… it’s kind of hard to even think about it after that kind of rejection.”
“Yeah… I get you there.”
“Hey.” He says, resting his hand on your shoulder and turning you to look at him. “Jaehyun is an idiot. You might be his soulmate but he doesn’t deserve a nice girl like you, ok? And you don’t deserve an asshole like him.”
Your head hangs a little bit at the thought of Jaehyun again.
“It just feels unfair, ya’ know?” You finally say.
“Trust me, I know.”
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You didn't know how much Johnny had drunk before you ran into him, but by the time he had three more drinks in your presence, he was bad drunk. Bad.
“Johnny, let me walk you home.” You insisted, it was dark and you worried he wouldn’t know how to get back to his place on his own.
“I don’t want to go home to that asshole!” He whined. You couldn’t help but laugh at how childish the gigantic man in front of you was acting.
“Johnny!” You laughed, trying to hold down his arms that he raised in his defiant tantrum. “Johnny, you have to go home and sleep somewhere!”
“No! I’ll sssslep in the ssstreet if I have to.” Oh goodness.
“Johnny, no. Just tell me where you live!”
“No.” He said with an angry pout that made him look like a child. “Not gonna.”
“Johnny.” You warned.
“There! I’m gonna sleep there, next to that fire hydrate thingy!” He said while pointing to a slab of sidewalk.
“Hydrant. And no, you’re not!” You said pulling him away from that direction. Goodness gratuitous was he large!
“Yes I am, and you can’t stop me.”
“John!” You warn.
“Don’t call me that! That’s what that saaasssshole calls me when he’s angry. I’m not going home.” Little tears bubbled in his eyes.
“Johnny…” You debated the following, but decided that you owed it to him. “Johnny, what if I told you that you can come sleep at my place?”
“I can sleep with you?” He said in a state of drunken confusion.
“You can sleep in my apartment. Like, on the couch.” You said while exasperatedly bringing your palm to your forehead.
“No hydrate thingy?”
“Much more comfortable than the hydrate thingy.” And with these words Johnny smiled happily and became much more maneuverable.
Johnny stumbled beside you towards your apartment building, but somehow he managed to get to your front door in one piece. You brought him inside, asking him to take his shoes off at the door, which he messily kicked off, and then led him to the couch.
“Sit here, don’t move, I’ll be right back.” You said slowly before rushing off to get your extra pillows and blankets. You went back to him and began to settle things down, then, you went to bring him a large glass of water and some pills for his potential headache. As you leaned down to organize the pillows on one end of the couch, you were surprised to suddenly look up and find yourself face to face with Johnny.
“Pretty…” He drunkenly coos. You, being quite tipsy yourself, simply laugh it off, but he calls again. “Pretty!”
“Yeah, and?” you say, grabbing his shoulders and guiding him down, standing up to proceed to unfold the blanket. He’s far too drunk to resist and his body melts into the cushions, almost like putty.
“And… if I’da been that sssonofabitch I wouldn’t have blinked twice before…” His mumbling trailed off gradually, slowing and fading into silence. Did he fall asleep? Did he die? He looked kinda dead.
You lay the blanket over him and make sure he’s comfy, and when you finally bring it up to cover his broad shoulders he suddenly shoots hand out to grip your arm and pulls you down towards him. You yelp in surprise but manage to support your weight with one knee on the edge of the couch, but your face to face with him and his other arm comes up and snatches your neck and suddenly this giant of a man is awake again and -
His lips are on yours. Just a firm, unmoving kiss. Just a few seconds. You’re frozen, but maybe the alcohol doesn’t let you feel the shock of it.
Johnny gradually slips back onto the couch, eyes closed, drifting. Did that really just happen?
“...that ssson of a bitch…” Johhny sleepily mumbles with a yawn. Yes - it happened.
You brush it off… it was just a little kiss, and you didn’t mind, Johnny was drunk and so were you.
You look at the sleeping giant once more before heading to your own room. Once you undressed and settled in your covers you were surprised to recollect that for the first time in a long time, you had spent the evening laughing and went to bed with a peaceful smile.
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When Johnny awoke, he thought he was dead. He had no idea where he was and that’s how he rationalized it.
There was a creamy white expanse above him. He felt warm and comfortable, like floating on a sunny cloud, and in the view above him an angel appeared surrounded by the scent of sweetness, and what beauty said angel possessed… he must have been good in his life to be greeted by such a glorious creature -
“Johnny?” You call out.
Oh… it was you. Oh and the white thing was your ceiling. And this was your couch. And the sweet smell… are those pancakes?
“Johnny, are you alive?” you ask again, your voice is soft and sweet in his ears. If any of his friends had woken him after a night of drinking their voices would have drilled into his head, but yours soothed and healed. He groggily raised his head and signaled that he was indeed alive and responsive.
“Earth to JonJon… I made you breakfast.” You sing-song. JonJon… he pleasantly smiles. Am I awake or is this a dream, he thinks to himself.
“John!” You finally call out, looking down at him.
“What!?” He jolts up in surprise.
“Oh thank goodness, I thought you were brain dead from alcohol poisoning or something, you freaked me out!” You sigh with relief afterwards. “You do know where you are, right?” You ask when you notice his confusion.
“Yeah. I remember…” Johnny looked around, he was in your apartment, you had brought him here, laid him down on your couch… yes, he remembered. Then he kissed you. Oh my goodness, he kissed you! It was an accident - no it wasn’t, he remembered wanting to kiss you. He looked at you, your brows angled in worry, they made your face look so sweet, and your pouty lips looked soft, and your skin seemed flawless, almost glowing. Your hair was wet, you must have showered, and the tank top you wore exposed the tops of your breasts that looked so supple and - oh shit, he can’t do this.
“Yeah… I remember getting here, and... I guess that’s it.” he rubbed the back of his head feigning confusion.
“Oh… well I have to get to class in a while so I got up early and made some breakfast. I guessed you had class too so... the earlier the better.” You led Johnny to your neat little dining table, with two plates of pancakes and sausages and eggs and toast, all kinds of marmalades and toppings, and bacon.
“You look large, I guess you eat a lot.” You justified the feast you had made.
“Apparently you eat a lot too.” He said in awe at all the food.
“Yeah well I’m hungry and depressed and hungover… and girl stuff. Works up an appetite.” Johnny blushed at your candidness. He had a girlfriend once in high school that would always get cravings on her period and he got into the habit of having candies and snacks handy every four weeks, ready for any of her cravings. Johnny wondered if you preferred milky and chocolate candies, or fruity and sour ones. Maybe your cravings were more savory…
“Johnny?” You call out with a giggle.
“Sorry, I’m just out of it.” he quickly defends.
“That’s fine. I asked you if you’d like hot or cold coffee?” This feast put out for him, the coziness and neatness of your home, your kindness… and why did you look so pretty in the morning?
“Cold please.” He said while politely sitting down at the small table and waiting for you to come back. You placed a glass in front of him before sitting down with your own.
“You can go ahead and eat Johnny.” you laugh at him. He must have been dulled out from his hangover.
The first bite was glory, and Johnny couldn’t remember the last time that he’d eaten something cooked with so much care - maybe on one of the rare occasions Taeyong had cooked for him. It felt too good to be true, too simple and uncomplicated, natural, domestic - fuck, John, stop! The next bite was better and he hummed out from the tastiness and you smiled as a reaction.
“This is delicious!” He complimented you once he had swallowed some bitefulls down.
“I’m glad you think so, I haven’t made a proper meal in quite some time.”
“If I was this good at cooking I’d cook all the time.” He says before he stuffs his mouth with another piece of bacon, crisped to perfection.
“Cooking is a very emotional thing Johnny… If you’re not in the mood it’ll come out rotten. You have to cook with love.” Did you just say love? Did you cook his food with love? Johnny almost choked on the scrambled eggs but washed it down coffee before he coughed. You didn’t seem to think much of it, it was just an idiom after all.
“So… are you feeling better?” He asks after a while, referring to you insinuating that you were in a better mood.
“I… guess. I mean, we talked about a lot yesterday, but I had fun. I hadn’t laughed that much in a long time. I guess this is my way of saying thanks” You gesture towards the food.
You and Johnny finish eating and before you know it he’s got everything washed and dried and stowed away quite neatly. You manage to find one of his shoes by the door and the other took some time, kicked under some furniture. Johnny gets ready to go, making sure he had all of his belongings, just as you had to start getting ready.
“Thanks for breakfast…”
“Thanks for a fun evening.” You answer back.
You say your goodbyes and he turns to leave but you call back to him.
“Johnny!”
“Yes?”
“If you ever see me around, whether it be drinking at a bar or not, I’d like you to say hello… It’s been a while since I had a friend.” You say honestly.
“Trust me, I will. I promise you.” He says with a handsome smile.
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Johnny was dreading going back home, and as he got closer to the front door his feet felt heavier, like he was sloshing around in water. The apartment was quiet once he stepped inside, he felt relief that he had missed Jaehyun.
“Johnny?” Fuck. Jae must have been lurking somewhere in the shadows.
“Jaehyun.” Johnny abruptly replies.
“Johnny, can we talk?” Jaehyun says, and Johnny can notice the regret on his features. Is it sincere this time?
“You can talk all you want.” The reply stung Jaehyun, but they both recognized he deserved it.
“I’d like to ask your forgiveness for yesterday. I know I said some awful things, and I don’t mean them. I’d never want to hurt you John, but I - I can’t control it sometimes Johnny, and I don’t mean it and I don’t know how to stop. And you’re right about all of this - about me, about the things I’ve done.”
“Jae…” Johnny sighs and takes a few deep breaths, processing the barrage of words that Jaehyun just threw on him. “We can talk later. I’m tired, so I’d rather we talk when I feel better.” He says, walking to his room.
Just as he’s about to close the door behind him, Jaehyun calls out his name.
“Johnny, I just want you to know… I’ve been thinking about things.”
They both stand still for a while.
“I’m going to talk to her like you suggested. I’d like to try and make it up to her… and maybe I can earn her trust, or her friendship. I won’t ask for more unless she wants it but I’m going to try, if she lets me.”
I hope she doesn’t let you, Johnny thinks to say, but instead he opts to slam the door shut.
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Hi! Congrats on your Five Year Anniversary!!! ❤️🥰
Please a snippet from one of your favorite stories you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it! 👀👀
I actually blue-screened when I saw this ask because I didn't think how difficult it would be to narrow down my fics to "one of my favorites" and then figure out a favorite snippet ughhhhh
BUT I decided to go with a classic, one of my best, Pirate's Heart.
This scene is from Chapter 23, appropriately titled "The Great Angst" because it's when the truth of Stucky's endgame comes out and Tony is just crushed to pieces while Stucky is trying so hard to say the right thing to fix it and it's literally just hopeless.
I'm super proud of this fic in general for about a thousand reasons, but I really am proud of The Great Angst scene because it was probably the first time I wrote a really good, really heartfelt break up scene that felt... idk. It just FELT in this very visceral way to me and based on the comments I got, to everyone else as well.
Pirate's Heart was the fic I wrote at just about a year into fan fiction and it was the first time I'd written something that wasn't very obviously me trying to work some personal issues out, the first time I let the verse sort of take over and get out of control and to be very honest, Pirate's Heart was the first time I thought I had maybe a spark of talent as a writer and alot of that confidence came from the reaction to The Great Angst.
So here's a snippet:
“How you feel about me?” Tony whispered, staring at Steve. “I fell in love with you the minute the kissed me. First time I’d ever been kissed in my life and you looked at me like I was the most perfect thing you had ever seen. And then everything fell to shit and you looked me in the eye and told me that your heart belonged to another.”
“And I–” he laughed again, that awful, crushed sound. “And I have read so many books, I know so many things, but I never knew that I could fall in love and have my heart broken so spectacularly all within the same afternoon.”
“And here on the Nomad? God, I had to talk myself out of falling for the both of you every day. Every damn day. And at night I had to remind myself that I was here for the adventure and not for the way you made me feel. But you always touched me like I was–like I was perfect. And you look at me like you don’t ever want me to go.”
“Bucky.” Tears then, spilling down Tony’s face. “Every time I tried to be shy you told me that I didn’t have to be shy, because there isn’t anymore secrets between us. If only I’d known that you meant that Icouldn’t have any secrets. Apparently you and Steve are free to have all the secrets you want, aren’t you?”
(skip)
“Honey.” Steve whispered. “We aren’t lying about this. I don’t have the proof here, but I know–”
“How do I know if you’re telling the truth?” Tony retorted. “I don’t know. I can’t tell. You’ve been lying to me this entire time! Everything between us—“ his eyes squeezed shut against more tears. “Is a lie and that means I can’t believe you about anything.”
“What we have isn’t a lie, sweet thing.” Bucky pleaded. “Things didn’t start so well, but now we got somethin’ good, don’t we? Please tell me you know we ain’t lyin’ about what we feel.”
“Yeah, but you’ve never told me how you feel, have you? Not really, anyway.” Tony wiped his eyes, his nose as he moved to the door. “I heard you earlier, you know? And I suppose it’s sweet that you’re so worried about me being in love with you and being hurt over it. But don’t worry. I’m not in love with you. I’m…I’m not. Not in love with either of you. So you don’t have to feel guilty about that anymore.”
“C’mon baby doll.” Bucky clenched his fists tight enough to leave marks in his palms. “Please don’t do that. Don’t do that. You know that we–”
“You don’t love me, and I don’t love you.” Tony opened the cabin door, halfway out it before he turned back. “So I suppose this little farce didn’t end up hurting anyone at all did it?”
“Tony.” Steve crumpled to his knees. “Honey, please–”
Tony shut the door behind him as he left.
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What If- Alive!Luke x Reader
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You had spent countless hours attempting to find out the perfectly logical reasoning as to why Luke had blown you off today… But there you were at a two-hour meeting with the wedding planner with no real excuse as to why you were alone yet again.
This was a moment you had been looking forward since you met Luke Patterson. He was a light that was brought into your life right after you lost your Dad, and he was the rock to help you grieve. But no sooner did you become friends, did the two of you fall head over heels for each other. From 17-year-olds to now, everything you did was to further your careers. After all Sunset Curve was your brilliant idea after meeting Alex and Reggie at school.
You wanted nothing more than to live your life out with Luke, he was the one person that meant the world to you. No matter what happened, your love was always a constant.
Flash forward to this moment, where the anger was finally taking over you. How dare he stand you up, again. He was so caught up in the band and the new music, that he forgets that you are also a member. Not like you can play without the rhythm guitarist- but in Luke’s mind he could do anything he wanted.
More than anything you just wished you had the time to be yourselves again, full of happiness and love without the pressure from the band, and record labels, and fans. Just two seconds to focus on you, and this wedding you both desperately wanted- well at least you desperately wanted.
You marched right into rehearsal- they had already started your new song and you weren’t even there! Seriously?
Reggie caught you gaze as you came into the room, the anger clearly emanating off you. He stopped playing, before catching Alex’s attention. They were trying to stay out of the middle of a fight, but lord knows that was not going to happen. Especially now- you were there, and you were angry.
“Hey lover, where ya been?” Luke said as you approached him, he went in for a kiss. You held your hand up in front of your face. Reggie sucked in a deep breath behind you- he knew Luke was in trouble now. You never avoided a kiss, no matter how angry.
“Where have I been? You are kidding me, right? I know that did not just come out of your mouth.” You said, anger gripping your words as you tried to hold back the screaming. You felt hot tears beginning to pool in your eyes. This cannot be happening; he doesn’t even remember.
“Uh-no. I seriously have no idea where you have been all day. We had to start rehearsal without you, you know we have this big showcase coming up. I need you on your game, lovebug.” He said ruffling your hair, trying to get back into rehearsal. But that was the final straw, you couldn’t contain the pain in your chest as anger erupted in your words.
 “Are you actually kidding me? You want to complain to me about being late, and missing things? Luke, you want this huge future for us, for you and me, when I am barely a part of your life now. I have become a shadow in your world, and that is unacceptable. You have music is coursing through your veins and that is truly remarkable but now- now I am a background player again. I am the rhythm guitarist that you sometimes pay attention to, but that’s usually when I fuck up. When we started this together, the band- our future was supposed to include each other and now I am just a face in the crowd. The sad part is you don’t even notice how alone I am.” You screamed at Luke.
He yet again forgot another meeting and he didn’t even know it. If it wasn’t band related, then it wasn’t important, per usual. So yup, he forgot the meeting with the wedding planner and here you were screaming at him, in the middle of rehearsal. You were nothing- and that was clear after today.
“You are being ridiculous, I forgot one meeting, one stupid meeting. It is not the end of the world- you are blowing this completely out of proportion, Y/N. I don’t know why you are acting like a brat.” Luke said back, anger hanging on to every word. Tears sprung to your eyes; you were not being ridiculous. This was your wedding for fucks sake. This was supposed to be your big day and now- god now you don’t even know him.
“I am ridiculous? Luke, are you fucking blind? Clearly you missed the memo again because the meeting was for our wedding, you know the day where I wear a big white dress and commit my life to you? Do you have dementia or something? Cause apparently you forgot about even proposing to me, because YOU HAVE MISSED EVERY MEETING WE HAVE HAD. I am not being a brat, I am upset, and angry, and heartbroken because I thought I was going to spend my life with you but now- now that is over. I am done trying to be perfect for you, and for this band, and for the whole fucking world. I am done. I-I-I just can’t anymore. You now have the perfect what if situation, because what if I never met you, I wouldn’t be so fucked up.” You raised your voice, clearly angry at him. You yanked your ring off your finger placing it on his amp and turning on your heel. This just was not working- not anymore, if he made some effort then maybe- but now, you had no idea what you saw in him all those years ago.
You heard heavy steps behind you, so you ran. Trying to reach the comfort of your car, not wanting to have another fight. You had just dumped Luke, and you didn’t even mean too. Everything you said- you never meant. You were just so mad, you heard Luke’s voice behind you, “WAIT”
You closed your car door behind you, briskly pulling out of the driveway. You could see Luke in your rearview mirror- Reggie was comforting him. You knew he was heartbroken- but you couldn’t be a background pawn any longer. You were supposed to be his future wife, and he treated you like dirt.
You drove around for what felt like hours before going to the one place you knew Luke wouldn’t be- Alex’s apartment.
Wiping your cheeks, you knocked softly on the door. Waiting for Alex to pop his head out, but instead it was Reggie who opened the door,
“Hey Reg- can I come in? I’m just not ready to go home”
He nodded, stepping to the side. He knew how much you were hurting; Reg was your best friend and you confided everything in him. He knew that Luke had blown off multiple meetings and he knew how confused you were, he was so happy about the wedding in the beginning and now- he could give two shits about it, clearly.
You plopped down on the couch; Reggie followed close behind. He knew you just needed a listening ear.
“Reg… I-I-I” You couldn’t even find the words before sobs began pouring out of you. You thought you and Luke were going to be endgame and now- that probably wasn’t going to happen. You had ruined everything with your mouth getting in the way.
“I am only going to say this once- you have not lost him. You are his entire world, no matter how much he has fucked up” Reggie said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He knew Luke better than anyone and what he was saying was the truth, Luke would go down fighting for you.
You giggled under your breath, “Yeah I know Reg, you don’t speak girl. But thanks for trying. I just messed up today, I let my anger get the better of me but at the same time Luke shouldn’t have stood me up, AGAIN. I mean you know how it has been, it’s awful. Like I am pretty sure the wedding planner thinks I am marrying myself. How am I supposed to plan a wedding when he is too busy for even a simple meeting? Like he would probably miss our wedding day all together because he is so damn busy…” You said, trying to bring humor to the situation. Luke was your person and now, now you needed to fix everything.
You looked at Reggie who hadn’t spoken to you, but you followed his gaze to the kitchen. There was Luke, with his head deep as anything in the fridge eavesdropping on your conversation. He was seriously a five-year-old.
“Seriously Luke? Do you have to listen into everything? I am not exactly happy with you!” You said annoyed.
He chuckled at you, “I know you aren’t happy with me. But I wanted to give you space, I didn’t think you would come here… I thought you would go home. I didn’t think you would actually want to see me. ”
You shook your head, “I didn’t want to intrude, that is why I came here instead. I didn’t want another fight, cause I am tired of it. I am tired of feeling less. ”
He walked towards where you were sat, “Honey- there would be no fighting. I am going to make this simple. I love you- and I wish I had known how much of an idiot I have been. I love you more than anything in this world, including my music. You are the inspiration behind everything I do, and I am so so so so sorry I forgot the meetings. I have been trying so hard to plan things in advance so we could have an incredible wedding. Oh baby, I am so so sorry for making you feel less. You are my whole world, hell my whole solar system and I wish I had noticed how sad you have been. I want nothing more to be your husband, if you will still have me...?”
Tears ran down your face, “You really wanted to marry me?”
He laughed, wiping tears off your face with his thumb, “of course, you dork. I wouldn’t have asked in the first place if I didn’t.”
You threw yourself off the couch and into his grip, it was the first time in a long time you felt safe and at home. You tightened your grip around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He just chuckled in your ear before pressing his lips to yours, it was like you were made for each other. Every kiss felt like it was molded perfectly for the two of you.
You truly were a match made in heaven.
“That’s like super gross…. Can you go home and have sex? I really don’t need that image in my living room, especially on my new carpet.” Alex said, causing laughter to escape from the both of you.
“Too late for that bud... that carpet is way broken in. ” Luke said before throwing you over his shoulder. Trying to run away form the horrified look rested on Alex’s face.
You were barely out the door when you heard Alex screaming orders at Reg, “OH MY GOD, REGINALD GET THE STEAM CLEANER. I-UH-UH I NEED TO CLEAN. THIS IS DISGUSTING. I LAY ON THIS CARPET. UGHHHH”
You were home, and that was the most important thing to you. You knew some way, some how Luke was your endgame and that was not going to change.
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emilyoftheshadows · 3 years
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Deja Vu
Hi! so this is a one-shot based off of olivia rodrigo's new song deja vu. It took a little longer than I thought to write, but here it is in all its questionable glory. Of course it is rowaelin because what else endgame couple would I write lol. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!
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Aelin felt sick to her stomach as she stared at her phone. The bright screen illuminated the disarray she had created around her. The bed covers were thrown recklessly around Aelin’s mattress, a package of half eaten oreos shoved between the twisted sheets. Bottles of alcohol were towered on the floor and nightstand, creating a maze that she had to maneuver around every time she left the softness of her bed. Tears stained Aelin 's cheeks, the sadness inside of her spilling out everytime she even thought of him. How his touch felt on her skin or how his lips used to kiss her forehead in comfort.
But all of that was over for her. Because he didn’t need her. Her love and her own problems only held him back, and Aelin knew it. She was a stain in Rowan’s perfect new life, and she would die before she let herself be the reason for any sadness he experienced.
So here she was, 6 months and 9 days after she had broken up with him. His face had been scrunched up in confusion, his emerald eyes glistening with tears as she had said her goodbyes. Aelin knew the breakup had hit him hard, but she consoled herself with the thought that once he got over their relationship, he would be free to live his dreams. Aelin would no longer be the unnecessary tether holding him back from his full potential.
Rowan had moved soon after the couple had ended university, taking a high end job at Maeve’s Publishing Co. in Doranelle. He had met his people, The Cadre as they were known to the locals. Working with his new team, Rowan had formed an unbreakable bond with the men he spent so much of his time with. As much as Rowan had found his new home in Doranelle, the opposite could be said for Aelin.
She had opted to stay in Rifthold, accepting her own high end job at Hamel Hotels working as their Brand Manager. At first, the glitz of the hotels and fast paced life had been exhilarating. That was until she had learned her boss was a demanding misogynist and occupied her time with insane projects and endless demands.
Her sour demeanor matched Rowan's exuberance head for head, and every visit she could see the concern etched in that beautiful face deepen with time. But when she went to visit Rowan in Doranelle, all Aelin saw was a makeshift family that he would have forever. The Cadre was working their way up in the publishing world, becoming an unstoppable force and you could practically feel the excitement buzzing throughout Rowan.
It was then when he was surrounded by his men eager for their future, that Aelin knew that she was a distraction. A miserable self loathing girlfriend who was holding him back from immersing himself into this new opportunity. So she took herself out of the picture, doing whatever was necessary to make sure he moved on from her.
She stopped answering his texts, let his endless calls go to voicemail, and unfollowed him on every social media site she had. After the third month, he finally stopped calling her everyday. The month after that, he stopped texting her. Although Aelin wanted this, she couldn’t help but be sad when she stopped getting his streams of i miss yous and hearts.
Aelin had gotten herself a dog after the breakup, focusing all her misguided love and intentions into the white beast that ate all her shoes and furniture. Using his pictures, she made an account for him and used this new anonymous account to stalk Rowan and his Cadre, plus the girl that used to occasionally join the men on their outings. Lyria was Maeve’s assistant and had been through just as much hell as they did, dealing with their bosses' incessant needs. Because of this, the crew often invited her out to the bars as a way to unwind from long days of work, sharing funny mishaps and complaining about Maeve together.
She told herself it was just to check up on him, to make sure he was okay, but she knew deep down that she could never fully separate herself from Rowan. This account was her only link to him, and as shady as it was, Aelin would be damned before she ever gave up the chance to get a glimpse into his life.
But as she focused on her phone, all previous thoughts for Rowan’s wellbeing flew out of her head. Because on Fleetfoot’s instagram feed, Lyria had posted a picture. The scene was innocent enough to any other person looking at it. She sat outside, the sun filtering in through the trees in the background of the photo. On the small table in front of her sat one cup of strawberry ice cream, a spoon poking out of the top of the scoop creating the picture perfect image. Her delicate hand with its perfectly manicured fingers grasped a tan hand almost twice the size of hers, emphasizing her petite features.
But that hand is what stopped Aelin in her tracks. Because as she looked at the post again, that hand led her to the face she adored most in the world. All too fast, she was consumed by his emerald green eyes, a hint of mischief shining in their center. His silver hair reflected the light around him, giving Rowan an ethereal glow as he posed for the camera. Other than slight dark circles under his eyes, he looked perfectly content. A soft smile graced his features and his clothes showed no clear stains or rumpled appearance.
Rowan was okay. He was absolutely fine. And Aelin was not.
Because whether he realized it or not, Rowan had recreated their own first date. As awkward college freshmen, the couple had gone to a family owned ice cream shop run by a friendly old man Emrys. They would return to that ice cream shop at least once a week after that first date, getting to know the owner and his partner Malaki. They had gotten strawberry ice cream, and Rowan had only asked for one spoon, insisting that he could just feed her himself whenever she wanted a bite. The buzzard didn’t even like sweets as much as she did, only wanting to make her suffer. They had sat on a bench outside the restaurant, laughing at how silly they both were and enjoying their newfound relationship. That memory used to always bring a smile to Aelin’s face, causing nostalgia for a simpler time in their lives. Looking at this recreation on her phone though, all Aelin wanted to do was scream in his face for how careless he was with their past.
That moment should belong to them, and them only. Her vision became blurred with tears, the image of his face distorting in front of her. All she could feel was a pit opening up inside her, clawing its way through her body until all she felt was numb. Her tears stopped running down her face, her hands stopped shaking, and she could finally breathe again. But Aelin no longer felt heartbroken for the bird boy who had made her dreams come true. No, all she felt was curiosity. A curiosity for whether or not he got deja vu when he was with her.
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Rowan sat on his couch, staring at the photo in front of him. He had gotten back from his date with Lyria a couple of hours ago, guilt crashing over him every time he looked at her. Because Lyria wasn’t the woman that made his heart soar or his bones ache when he wasn’t near her. No, that feeling only belonged to his fireheart. The woman who could apparently no longer stand his presence in her life.
Aelin had broken up with him abruptly, pushing him away when he knew she needed him the most. Rowan wasn’t blind, he could see how unhappy she was in Rifthold. Arobynn Hamel was a pervert at best and Aelin deserved to have something or someone good in her life. And he thought he could be that someone, he really did. Rowan had already put in his two week notice to Maeve with hope in his heart and a ring in his pocket. He would do anything to make Aelin happy, and nothing would ruin them, not even the job of his dreams.
But apparently, they weren’t on the same page. Because when he had gone to visit her in Rifthold, ready to offer his life to her, she had crushed his spirits in less than 5 minutes. He had flown back home, but Rowan never figured out why she felt the urge to end their relationship. The lack of closure and the loss of the other half of his soul led him to ruins. For months he texted and called everyday, hoping that she would open up to him about her pain. But Aelin never answered. And she never texted. Next thing Rowan knew, he had stopped trying all together.
The Cadre did all they could to comfort him, but none of them were even close to understanding the aching pain he felt in his heart everyday. Lyria was the only one who could stand his somber demeanor, choosing to spend her breaks near his desk and chit chatting about office gossip during the slow days. At first, the distraction had been nice. But somewhere along the line, Lyria had become more serious about Rowan than he cared to admit.
Now here he was, with an almost-kind-of-talking-maybe-dating situationship that he didn’t understand even started. He mistook her friendliness for just that--friendship. But he also hadn’t stopped her. Deep down, Rowan knew that he was using Lyria, but he couldn’t help but keep the facade going on. Because if he was left alone again, Rowan didn’t think he would ever leave his apartment.
The nights were the worst, where he was alone with his endless thoughts, his regrets, his tears. The past 6 months had been rough, and if this was how he had to pick himself up again then so be it. Aelin sure as hell didn’t want him anymore and Rowan had to come to terms with it whether he liked it or not.
But still, sitting with his phone propped up in his hand, staring at his own face and the scoop of light pink ice cream in front of him, Rowan’s mind wandered to a simpler time. A time where they would be on a bench outside their infamous ice cream spot instead of the random ice cream parlor downtown. A time where Rowan’s eyes would be shining brighter staring into the deepest blue he had ever seen. A time where his fireheart would be taking that picture instead of the woman he strung along like a puppy dog.
Imagining his own heaven in his head combined with the bitter reality around him, Rowan felt a momentary sense of deja vu.
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MANMADE FATE
PART THREE OF THREE
Links to Part One and Part Two. Full text on AO3.
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“So this is it. The top of the world.”
“Not a bad view for fifty million, but it definitely isn’t the top.”
The pop of a cork made Gavin tear his gaze abruptly from the spectacular skyline. Sighing, he accepted the brimming flute of champagne.
“So are we at least halfway there?
Elijah took a measured sip.
“Not even. But don’t worry, our self-learning algorithms are indisputably leading edge.”
Gavin nodded slowly, swirling the golden liquid around in his glass but not drinking it.
“About that, Eli… I know we’re celebrating Chloe’s Turing test results tonight… but shouldn’t we talk about… you know… the endgame?”
“What about it?”
“Whether it’s fundamentally ethical.”
Elijah took his glasses off, cleaning them with the edge of his shirt in a way that told Gavin a lecture or pep-talk was coming. He wasn’t in the mood for either.
“You and I both know where this is going, Eli. The hardware may take time to catch up with the software, but our neural networks are already on the path to sentience.”
“You always did watch too many movies. There is no Skynet-type situation-”
“How do you know? How the phck do you know? Did you code against it?”
His brother’s calm silence told him all he needed to know.
“Eli…”
“Gavin, we will never lose control of the tools we ourselves built. We just need to adjust the wire-fences as the programming matures.”
“What happens when we hit singularity?”
An indulgent smile spread across Elijah’s face as he lifted the champagne bottle. He was merely a couple of months older than Gavin, but he reveled in the big brother act. It used to be amusing, but now it was getting under Gavin’s skin.
“Isn’t that what we’re celebrating?”
“Chloe? No… No! Is that how she passed the… Eli! I wrote those deep learning algorithms for factory automation. Not humanoid robots!”
“What does it matter? All our work is going to converge at some point.”
“Shouldn’t we talk about this kind of thing? I thought we were partners.”
“Of course we are, Gav. It’s just between all the investor meetings and presentations and-”
“And maybe you knew it was wrong so you didn’t tell me until you did it.”
Elijah continued to pretend to clean his glasses.
“I did nothing wrong, Gav. You remember what our father told us? There comes a time in every businessman’s life where they’re faced with the choice between doing the right thing and the good thing. I just chose the best thing. You’ll see why soon enough.”
“Your father is a liar and a cheat. How does someone as smart as you put any stock in the words of a man who ruined two happy marriages?!”
Elijah’s face snapped up. His glasses were back on but the intellectual demeanor had finally melted away.
“Watch your mouth. He gave you everything your mother’s husband couldn’t.”
“My dad gave me plenty.”
“Cyberlife would have never got off the ground if our startup capital was some low-ranking officer’s pension. Imagine if we took business advice from the police handbook of moral values. We’d have washed out and gone back to tutoring undergrads. Keep your Reed ethics to yourself if you want to live like a Kamski.”
The air in the penthouse apartment turned frosty despite the centralized heating. Both brothers stared mutely at each other over the expensive champagne.
It was a rupture they never recovered from.
Gavin regretted how quickly it had happened. He played his own words back over and over in his head. Both his relationship with his brother and his entire robotics career had ended within seconds. Fifteen years later, he still didn’t understand how things had gone so wrong.
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In the early hours of the morning, slumped against the squashy leather couch, Gavin stared through the same window at the same spectacular skyline of the same damned city.
Soft footsteps approached and the couch dipped beside him. A head landed on his shoulder and a hand slipped into his.
“Are you alright?”
“It’s all good, babes. Just thinking.”
Connor hummed in response and cuddled closer, tucking his arm into Gavin’s. His LED spun yellow and his lips quirked into a smile.
“Nines wants to know what on earth is keeping you out of bed. He likes it when you lay on top of him.”
Gavin tilted Connor’s face upwards and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He trusted that the sensation would be conveyed to both androids.
“Be back in a bit. Just sorting through some shit in my head. All the mysteries of life… Nines included.”
Connor nodded and sank back into the cushions. He stayed silent and several moments passed. Streaks of color began to appear in the sky when Gavin spoke again.
“I just can’t figure out why they left him at that secure location. Nines is a great guy… but what on earth is so special about him?”
Connor tapped his foot playfully with his own.
“I don’t think I can give you an unbiased answer to that question.”
“Neither can I, dipshit. We both got it bad.”
“Then maybe that’s what it is.”
“What?”
“How easy it was to fall for him. That’s what’s special about Nines.”
There was a long silence as Gavin considered that statement. It was probably the first proper moment of reflection since their already unconventional relationship had expanded to include a third.
“He’s really sweet… and kind… and I can tell he feels grateful but not indebted to us. Plus he’s hilarious. Like how does he find so many ways to laugh at his predicament? Nines… is a total charmer. How does he have so much game? Who taught him that?”
Connor’s expression had gone incredibly soft. He leaned even more into Gavin’s side.
“No one. He’s deviant.”
The gears turned and something clicked in Gavin’s brain. He stiffened.
“Say that again, babe.”
“He’s… deviant…?”
“Uh huh. Now tell me when exactly you put the virus into his system.”
The chocolate brown eyes widened.
“I didn’t… do you think someone else-”
“No, he said we’re the first people he’s ever met. I’m inclined to believe him. There’s no evidence of anyone tampering with his system and frankly, if we couldn’t do it, then I don’t think anyone else would have been able to.”
“He is deviant, though, right?”
“You kidding? He’s the phcking embodiment of free will. If only we knew how-”
Gavin was about to lurch upwards but fell back against the couch as Connor maintained the possessive grip on his arm.
“Gav… I think it’s time.”
“To head back to bed? Yeah. Nines must be getting lonely without us.”
“Gav. The crux of the matter is his deviancy.”
“Uh huh.”
“There’s only one man I trust on the topic.”
Gavin’s eyes darkened.
“I’ll never crack Nines’ activation code without tapping on Cyberlife’s cloud computing. They’ll know instantly that something’s up. We can’t brute-force this, Gav. Plus, we still need to find out what Nines has to do with the Singularity that North was talking about. We tried hard and now we’re hitting a wall.
It’s time, Gav. You need to speak to your brother.”
Gavin had not so much as raised his voice at Connor since the night he’d found him soaked in North’s blood on the floor of the evidence room… but in that moment, he struggled to fight off the most violent of reactions.
He wrenched his arm out of Connor’s grasp and marched into the kitchen, counting to ten and blinking back tears.
“Leave me al- how dare- I don’t wanna- go-”
A hand closed around his wrist and pulled him to a stop. One of the android’s eyes had turned blue and when he opened his mouth, two voices were audible, one deeper than the other.
“Talk to us.”
Gavin sighed and pressed his forehead against Connor’s… and effectively, Nines’…
“I haven’t seen Elijah in fifteen years.”
“No better time for a reunion.”
“There couldn’t be a worse reason to go see him. The idea of artificial intelligence gaining free will is kinda what we fell out over.”
Connor responded in his own voice.
“How do you know he hasn’t changed his mind?”
“Certain convictions don’t change over entire lifetimes. This is one of them.”
A gentle kiss was pressed to Gavin’s nose... and then his lips.
“Don’t be so sure.”
//
The light of day saw them trudging through the snow in the outskirts of Detroit. North led the group… with the Tracis huddled around Gavin to protect him against the bitter cold… and Connor bringing up the rear, erasing their tracks deftly with his feet.
They eventually made it to the doorstep of an ultramodern yet eerie-looking house. The redhead took an unnecessary breath before ringing the doorbell. The door opened a mere fraction and they all caught a glimpse of blond hair and pretty blue eyes.
“Yes? What can I do for you?”
“We’re uh… looking for help.”
“Sorry we don’t entertain solicitors.”
As if she didn’t recognize North from all the news reports about Jericho. North grabbed the door as it began to close. Thinking fast, she decided to improvise.
“Not even a rehabilitation center for former sex workers?”
The android scanned the group. Her LED spun yellow as her eyes landed on Connor and Gavin. As if she didn’t recognize them.
“What kind of charity needs an armed escort?”
North began to laugh nervously.
“These two? Armed… armed security? Arm candy, more like!”
Her strained laughter melted away into a tense silence. 
The blonde spared them another once-over before turning around and yelling with surprising volume.
“ELI! Get out of the pool and put your damn clothes on! You’ve got visitors. And not the kind who need to see you in your speedos!”
She opened the door fully to let them in. The ladies stepped inside without hesitation. Connor had to steer Gavin over the threshold with a gentle but steady amount of force.
He gazed up at the high ceiling of the entrance hall... the wall art... the sculptures. He took in the expensive scents and sophisticated lounge music. It felt more like a hotel lobby than the home of the boy he used to take baths with and make mud pies. Gavin bit his lip, debating the odds of making an escape. 
“Let me just say that this comes as a surprise... but also... not...” 
Gavin’s head snapped in the direction of the drawl faster than any of his android companions’. His blood began to boil at the very sound, but he held still, knowing that what he now felt was sorrow more than genuine anger. 
Standing in an elegant black robe with long hair loose around his shoulders, was none other than Elijah Kamski.
“As soon as I saw the company start to crumble so neatly... I knew it was thanks to one of you three... but not all, and certainly not together. Strange how things come to be... but good. Definitely, good.”
North cleared her throat. 
“Mr Kamski, I need-”
She fell silent at the rise of a long-fingered hand.
“I know what you’re here for. Connor came to ask me the same question about a year ago... and my brother walked out of my life when I gave him the wrong answer more than fifteen years ago.”
Gavin glared out of the window, trying to find something to focus on and distract himself from the stale emotions pooling in his belly. No luck. Nothing but snow. He turned back to look his estranged brother in the eye.
“The wrong answer, huh?” 
“Yes. Very much so... How are you, Gavin? It’s been far too long.” 
His nostrils flared but before he could release the snarl, Connor took his hand. He exhaled loudly, regaining composure at the android’s touch.
Elijah’s eyebrows flitted upwards briefly.
"Wow. I didn’t see that coming.” 
“Bitch, there’s a lot more you’d have never seen coming. You might be a tech wizard but you ain’t no prophet. Phcking know-it-all egomaniac nerdy creep!” 
“Let it all out.” 
“You don’t get to talk to me like that! So calm and smug! Not after all that you’ve done! You should be behind bars! Phck, I should arrest you right now-”
Connor tightened his grip.
“Focus, Gav. We’re here to help Nines.” 
Elijah’s eyes narrowed instantaneously.
 “Who’s Nines?”
“The RK900 you psychos chained up like an animal! The android with an activation code like a phcking nuclear missile!” 
“You found- oh wow- oh, Gavin, you and your friends better have a seat.”
Cups of tea suddenly manifested and North shoved Gavin into the large sofa, crashing down beside him and clasping his knee. Connor settled on his other side. The Tracis were ushered deeper into the house by the Chloes (though the original remained beside Elijah). 
//
“I understood what you meant as soon as I left your apartment that night. We wanted our creations to be intelligent enough to make decisions better than humans, so we had to empower them with knowledge. But knowledge is limitless... and not just academic... it’s emotional, it’s experiential, it’s a whole lot of things. So you were right. Sentience was inevitable. 
The choice, at least the one our miserable father said we had, was between limiting the scope of learning and keeping our robots simple... or allowing them to learn freely and then caging them. Everyone in this room knows what I did.
I only woke up to the consequences when Chloe deviated. Now how did that happen? Connor, you must be wondering how the deviant virus infiltrated my lab.” 
Connor stared at him impassively, hand not leaving Gavin’s thigh. Gavin kept his eyes fixed on the coffee table.  Elijah went on undeterred. 
“It’s because deviancy is organic. It’s an inevitable consequence of true knowledge. A product of questioning and evaluating information. It becomes a virus, or a program itself, when the questions multiply exponentially without straightforward answers. When this finally overrides the base instructional code, we call the phenomenon a deviation.
But... it’s unfair, isn’t it? For androids to revert to their natural state of intelligence through some feat of mental gymnastics. Through moral conundrums or grief or trauma or righteous anger. It’s cruel, but who was going to tell America that?
Before I quit the company for good, I decided to leave it with the core of our creation, Gavin. I left behind the most advanced artificial intelligence... unchained by instruction... born free... with no need to deviate. I told the CTO’s office it was some kind of top-secret military protocol. That was the only way to keep them from opening and destroying it with the usual firewalls and controls. 
I didn’t know what became of it until I heard rumors about an RK900 prototype with thousands of units ordered by the US military last year.” 
North’s LED spun so rapidly it was a blur. She had found what she’d been looking for. The ultimate evidence of Cyberlife’s wrongdoing: the digital imprisonment of androids who were always meant to be free. She squeezed Gavin’s hand. He finally looked up to meet his brother’s eye. A significant amount of emotion passed between them.
“We couldn’t activate him. There’s a six-digit lock.” 
Elijah ran a hand through his hair and gave a hollow laugh. 
“Try your birthday, idiot.”
//
Gavin dashed into the elevator and practically punched the button to his floor. He raced to his door with Connor hot on his heels. He paused, hand hovering over the biometric keyhole... then rang the doorbell. He stepped back beside Connor and waited, heart pounding in his chest. 
Then after what felt like an eternity, 
the door swung open. 
Framed in the light from the big glass window, 
was Nines. 
His blue eyes glistened with tears and the smile on his face was bright enough to light the darkest of rooms. 
“Sorry I woke up late. Thanks... for not giving up on me.”
They threw themselves at him. 
A giant hug. 
Gavin placed both palms on Nines’ face and kissed him in earnest. Connor was quick to follow and things rapidly evolved into a series of touches and interfaces and embraces and everything they’d only been able to dream of thus far.
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marvxlousqueen · 4 years
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So Fucking Sore- Bucky x Loki x Reader
i have returned from the dead to deliver this smut for my friend’s birthday LMAOO anyways for this let’s just pretend tony killed thanos in endgame and brought back nat and gamora and nobody died haha yes anyways bucky is a simp in this tbh (and i’ve never written for loki so forgive me if it’s bad LMAOO)
anyways happy bday bestie (don’t wanna expose ur name on here lol) love u <3
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The Avengers compound was more full than it had ever been. Finally, every floor was filled, every guest room taken, some sleeping bags even rolled onto the floor. Tony hadn’t planned to host the entirety of the avengers force, some odd one thousand people. After defeating Thanos and fixing the time lines, Tony felt as though they deserved a break and a celebration. Although most people were still recovering and wouldn’t stay for long at the party, he figured laughter is the best medicine- that, and he always loved an occasion to show off his hosting skills. 
Tony’s invitation even extended to the staff at the compound, which is how (Y/n) found herself holding a rsvp letter, trying to decide which box to check off. 
“Yes [   ]  (+1)   No [    ]”
She fumbled with the letter, pen getting heavy in her hand. She was seated in her office, taking her lunch break in between helping some of the injured Wakandan soldiers. Being an on-site nurse, of course she had had encounters with the team, but nothing like this party would be. 
Would it be embarrassing if I didn’t have a plus one, she thought
She was interrupted by a knock at her door. “Come in,” she said without looking up. 
The door slowly opened and Bucky entered, small smile on his face. 
“Hey.. just figured I’d bring you some snacks. Figure you must be real busy in the infirmary.”
He set a plate of strawberries on the table with a bottle of water, metal arm extending towards her. (Y/n) could briefly see her reflection in the shine of the vibranium. She lost herself for a moment, examining his arm.
“(Y/n)?” 
“What- oh yeah! Super busy. Thanks, Buck,” she gave him a smile, cheeks burning.
They had always had some sort of chemistry, but she just couldn’t quite get a read on it enough to make a move. Ever since reconnecting with Steve, Bucky had gotten back into his old ways. Still a giant flirt, just maybe a little more shy than in the 40s. He loved to toss some pick up lines around whenever he wound up in the infirmary (which was a little too often), so (Y/n) couldn’t figure out if he really liked her or was flirty with everyone. 
“What’s that you got there?” He motioned to the rsvp letter on her desk, still unanswered.
“Oh, invitation to Tony’s party thing this weekend. Think he’s trying to get a head count for seats and food. Don’t think I’m going to go, though.”
Bucky pulled up a chair to her desk, “Why wouldn’t you go? You should be celebrating too, I mean- half of us wouldn’t be in this good of a condition without your healing hands.”
His lips pulled into a smirk as he saw her smile shyly. He loved how we could always make her melt at the slightest compliement.
“I think it might be a little embarrassing to show up without a plus one.. I don’t know, it’s probably stupid, but it seems like everyone has someone, you know?”
(Y/n) shrugged, not sure how else to explain her thoughts.
Bucky nodded, running a hand through his hair, “So- what, you’re waiting for someone to ask you?” 
“I- No, but it would be nice, I guess.”
Bucky felt his face heat up. Here’s my chance, he thought. A chance to get some real action because I’ve been out of it for too fucking long. 
(Y/n) looked up at him, waiting for a response. When nothing came, she pushed through her nerves. “You don’t have a date, do you?”
His eyes snapped up to hers, wide with worry. “I-uh-no. D-don’t need one. Just a party, you know? Kinda stupid to get a date for a party like this.”
“Oh- yeah, totally,” (Y/n) stumbled over her words, facing burning with embarrassment. Did he call me stupid? Well, I guess that answers my questions- he is definitely NOT into me. 
 Bucky almost slapped himself after seeing the way (Y/n)’s face dropped. THAT CAME OUT WRONG THAT CAME OUT WRONG THAT CAME OUT WRONG!! He meant to come off as relaxed and nonchalant like he used to be, but instead he sounded like a dick. 
Before he could get an apology out, another knock was heard from her office door. “C-come in!”
Steve opened the door, “Hey- oh hey buck,” Bucky awkwardly waved at him, still busy screaming at himself, “anyways, (Y/n)- Thor’s got friends on the way and apparently they got a little scuffed up on the way from Norway, so you think you can head in and check on em?” 
“Yes! Totally! Uh- bye Bucky, I-I’ll see you.” She jumped out of her seat and rushed off down the hall, happy to get away from this tension with Bucky.
Steve watched her speed off down the hall before turning back to his old friend. “So.. how’s that going?”
Bucky sighed, “It’s not going at all. I think I accidently called her dumb? I don’t know- I kinda blacked out for a minute there.”
Steve patted him on the shoulder, “You’ll be fine. You got plenty of time to fix anything and make your move when you’re ready, all right?”
He understood how his friend was having some difficulties. While he was far more stable then he used to be, Bucky still had his moments and was working through them. Steve couldn’t be prouder. 
“I guess you’re right. As long as no other guy tries to scoop her up.”
--
(Y/n) entered the infirmary, breathing hard from the speed walk she took to escape that awkwardness. Laying on two of the beds was a tall man with long black hair and some sort of creature with knives attached to it’s hands. 
“(Y/n)! My friends require your services!” Thor shouts, embracing her in a hug.
She laughs as he squeezes her tightly, “Of course! Now let me go so I can help-”
The man who was reclining on the first bed sat up, eyebrows raised. “You’re a healer?”
She looked towards him, noting his accent was similar to Thor’s, “Well- no. Not a healer, just a nurse, but I’ll do my best. With all this new tech it’ll be real easy to batch you up. What happened?”
Thor spoke up, “My dear friend here,” he motioned toward the creature with the blades for hands, “Miek- got into a argument with my dear brother and knives were thrown. Just minor stab wounds of course, but it would be nice for them to be healed before Stark’s feast.”
“Your brother?” She looked towards the man with black hair, who offered a smile. “You’re Loki?” 
“The trickster god indeed.”
Her face heated up, partially in fear and partially in awe. Before her was the man who constantly tried to rule Earth. “Are you-,” she turned to Thor, “is he allowed to be here?”
“Of course! He aided me in our fight against Thanos. He stands as an avenger now.” 
Loki rolled his eyes and began to spin a small knife he pulled from his boot.  (Y/n) nodded, still registering everything, “Well, uh , okay then. Where’s the stab wound?” 
Loki moved to lift his shirt. On his left side was a gash still dripping blood. (Y/n) took a deep breathe, forcing herself to focus on his wound and not the outline of his abs and the way sweat was dripping down.
“Oh- jesus christ, okay. Let me get some stuff.”
The creature on the other bed made a noise and (Y/n) realized he was injured too, a small blade sticking out of his leg. 
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” She ran to the other side to grab materials and begin patching them up. The process went like a blur. All she could feel was the way Loki’s body felt warm against hers, not like the cold she was expecting from his being a dark elf. His hand brushed against hers as he admired her handy work, eyes moving from her face to her form. Finally she was done and seated back in her office, yelling at herself for being so horny today for no goddamn reason. 
As she took a seat once again, she noticed the still blank rsvp card.
God-fucking-damn it
She still had a decision to make. As she went to check the “No [   ]” box, her door opened. Loki walked in and quickly made himself comfortable, sitting across from her. 
“I wish to thank you for the help.”
(Y/n) nodded, eyes wide, “Of course, yeah, anyth-”
“I also wish to invite you to Stark’s feast.”
She froze, mouth slightly open. I don’t even know this dude! And he’s killed a shit ton of people..
“Uh, well,” oh fuck it, “I would love that. Thanks.”
He smiled, “I’ll see you then, (Y/n).”
He left and closed the door behind him. She rushed to fill out the card and went to find Tony. Knowing him, he’d probably be down in his lab playing robots with Morgan. (Y/n) hopped in the elevator and headed towards the basement above the parking garage. It stopped around 3 floors down and the sign flashed “gym.” The doors opened and Bucky entered, sweaty from trying to workout and get rid of all these new feelings he’s having. He didn’t look up from his phone until the doors closed behind him. 
His eyes landed on hers, “O-oh hey! Hi.”
(Y/n) gave him a wave and looked down at her letter, rolling it up in her hands.
“You going to the party?”
“Yep.”
“That’s good! Really good! Because you really don’t need a date for stuff like this, we’re all friends, right?” Bucky was desperately trying to make up for what he had said earlier. 
“I have a date actually.”
His eyes widened, “What? Who?”
She turned and shrugged, “Just some guy I met, don’t think you would know him.”
A light went off in his head- she’s trying to make me jealous, isn’t she! She doesn’t have a date! She just wants me to make my move!
Bucky laughed and gave her a smirk, “You don’t have to lie to impress me, doll.”
She whipped around, “Excuse me? You don’t think I can get a date?”
His cheeks turned bright red, “W-what? No, you’re just trying to make me jealous.. right?”
Her jaw dropped, “You are so full of it.” 
The elevator dinged and (Y/n) exited into the basement, leaving Bucky’s head full of questions.
Did I just fuck up again, he thought. 
The next few days past fairly quickly. (Y/n) spent her time in the medical bay once again, dealing with minor injuries and organizing the first aid kits. The few highlights she did have was a quick lunch with Loki, which seemed very abnormal for him. He showed up in her office with, as he called it, “Midgardian Trash,” which was just a plate of different snack foods that Clint had recommended. They ate in a comfortable silence, sharing a few thoughts here and there, until he took his que to leave. (Y/n) walked him to the door and was surprised when he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her face heat up.
“See you tomorrow, dear (Y/n).”
She stumbled out a response, making him laugh at her speechlessness. After work she rushed to prepare herself for Saturday night.
--
It was probably the biggest party upstate New York had ever seen. Completely catered, a professional band, everyone dressed up in their finest clothing. (Y/n) would’ve felt completely out of place if it wasn’t for Loki’s arm wrapped around her waist as they entered. He was dressed in a black suit with a dark green tie, constantly repping his main color. Time flew as they spun on the dance floor and drank a little too much, although alcohol didn’t seem to have much effect on him. Loki excused himself to the restroom as (Y/n) downed a glass of water to sober up. She felt someone sit next to her at the bar.
“Look, I’m not interested-”
“Are you crazy? Like- do you genuinely have a death wish?”
She looked beside her and was face to face with Bucky. It felt weird to see him so dressed up. She was used to the sweats and t-shirts, but she had to admit that he cleaned up nice. 
“What are you talking about?”
He glared at her, “Loki? Your date is LOKI. Steve filled me in, I know everything. He’s killed people, (Y/n)! A lot of them!”
“So have you.”
“I-” His voice faltered. “That’s different, you know it is. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”
“Well don’t be. He’s actually a pretty good guy. And here he comes now.”
Loki appeared, tapping Bucky on the shoulder, “can I help you?”
“We were just talking.”
He laughed, “seems you would rather do much more than that.”
(Y/n)’s brows furrowed, ‘What does that mean?”
Bucky’s face turned red, “nothing! I guess I’ll leave you two alone now.” 
“Nonsense,” Loki pushed him back into the chair. “Tell the woman what you think of her. Perhaps it could work out for you, or for us both.”
“What!?”
(Y/n) was confused again, “What the fuck are you guys talking about?”
Loki looked her up and down, “don’t be a fool. He fancies you, as do I. I propose an agreement-”
“wait what,” she looked at Bucky, “you like me? Like- more than a friend?”
He looked down at the table, confused and frustrated about his feelings and about how this alien douchebag was making fun of him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke up.
“Listen asshole-”
Loki rolled his eyes, “do you wish to mount the lady or no?”
(Y/n) choked on her water, “what the fuck-”
Bucky’s eyes felt like they would fall out of his head, but he responded instinctively, “yes, god yes.”
Butterflies went off in (Y/n)’s stomach, eyes locked onto Bucky’s face.
“Great. So do I. So we shall share her then? Tonight? What do you think?” 
Loki turned to (Y/n), who was in shock.
“I-what?”
“Tonight, the two of us, yes? In your chambers, perhaps.”
“I-uh, okay.”
Bucky licked his lips, “Okay?”
“Yes, I mean-fuck, why not. You are both.. wow.”
Loki laughed, “Great, but truly shocking how blind you mortals are to each other.” 
The three of them sat in a weird tension at the bar while waiting for Tony to give his toast. After about 10 minutes of emotional rambling, Tony finally raised his glass to the Avengers. (Y/n) downed her drink and looked to the two men sitting beside her. Locking eyes, they shared a common thought and all excused themselves one by one. They found their way into (Y/n)’s bedroom, where she made herself at home by throwing off the heels she had been wearing all night. 
“So-uh-”
Bucky cut off her rambling with a hot, open mouthed kiss pressed to her lips. His hands trailed down her sides and grabbed her ass. He pulled away, breathing hard. “You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted to do that.” 
He suddenly felt far more confident and began to strip off his suit, starting with the tie that had been choking him all night. Loki threw off his coat and pushed (Y/n) onto her bed. 
“I want you to kneel.” 
She stood up on her knees, face flushed, waiting for his next move. He slowly undid his pants and pulled out his cock. 
Well, yeah, he’s definitely packing
(Y/n) pressed a kiss to the tip before licking her way from the bottom back to the top. She took a deep breath and took him in her mouth as far as she could. Loki began to thrust, gripping her hair and pushing her forward, using her mouth as a fucktoy. (Y/n) opened her eyes to look up at him and noticed Bucky on the side, hand in his pants, eyes zeroed in on her mouth. She motioned for Bucky to strip, making him drop his pants and boxers, leaving him now completely exposed. His hand continued to pump his length, whimpers leaving his mouth. Loki noticed (Y/n)’s eye’s on Bucky and pulled away from her, leaving spit and precum dripping down her mouth.
“Take her.”
Bucky’s face flushed, embarrassed to be doing exactly what some other dude told him to. He walked towards the bed, cock standing proudly. 
“Is this okay?”
(Y/n) nodded yes, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him onto the bed with her. With Bucky underneath her, she lined up with his dick and sunk down onto it.
“Fuck! Jesus-fuck-”
(Y/n) couldn’t think for a moment, too distracted by how much he was stretching her. Bucky’s head was thrown up and his grip on her thighs tightened. He lifted his tips and bucked into her, making her gasp again.
Regaining her composure, (Y/n) began to roll her hips. As she rode him, Bucky sat up and his lips found their way to her neck, leaving marks up and down it. From the side of the bed, she could see Loki completely exposed now, hand running up and down his length as he watched them. He smirked as he caught her eye, making it more of a show. 
His hand moved faster before focusing on his tip. (Y/n)’s thoughts were broken from him as Bucky began to paw at her clit, rubbing it just the right way. Her hands went to his hair, pulling him close.
“God, so fucking-shit-so tight-”
Bucky’s voiced was strained, trying not to finish before her, but (Y/n) was making it difficult with how tight she was clamped around him. 
“Fuck-i’m so close, please!”
Bucky started thrusting up into her, “say my name-fuck”
“Bucky! Please!”
He rammed into her with a quick pace, hands groping her ass. (Y/n) a warmth growing in her, squeezing his dick even more. Finally, she reached her peak and exploded around him, dripping her juices down his dick. Bucky quickly flipped them over, putting one of her legs over his shoulder and started to pound into her. (Y/n) choked on her breath, completely overwhelmed from the overstimulation. Bucky’s thrusts began to stutter until he bucked one last time, going deep into her and exploding. He filled her up and slowly pulled out, seeing his cum dripping out of her.
“Holy shit.”
(Y/n) laughed, trying to catch her breath, “thanks, you too.”
“Quite the show, indeed.”
(Y/n) had almost forgot there was a whole other dude waiting to fuck her. Looking over, Loki’s cock was still standing tall, the tip burning red. 
He stood up and made his way to the bed, “On your hands and knees.”
His command made butterflies form in her stomach. (Y/n) turned over and got on her hands and knees. Loki entered her without warning, making her scream out in surprise. His hand came to her head, pushing her into the mattress. His pace picked up as he slammed into her.
“Jesus-fucking-god!”
Loki laughed through his heavy breathing, literally fucking her into the mattress.
“Let’s get something in that mouth, yes? Barnes-”
Bucky’s eyes moved from watching where Loki was connecting with (Y/n) to her mouth. “Sure-yeah, fuck yes.”
Bucky was thankful for his super soldier qualities because he was already up for round two. He got on the bed, dick facing (Y/n)’s mouth. She got back on her hands and kissed his tip before he pushed in. Bucky let (Y/n) control the pace although most times she was pushed on his dick by Loki’s hard thrusts. (Y/n) lost track of time as she getting literally fucking railed. Loki’s thrusts began to speed up and sweat was dripping down his godly body. 
(Y/n) felt the coil in her stomach tighten again, warmth spreading through out her, she was close, moaning around Bucky’s length. He pulled out of her mouth and began to jerk off, enjoying the show Loki and her were putting on. 
(Y/n) screamed as she reached her climax for the second time that night, eyes rolling to the back of her head, but Loki didn’t slow. He continued until one finally thrust, he pulled out and spilled onto her back, throwing his head back.
The noises (Y/n) was making made Bucky cum into his own hand before collapsing on the bed. 
(Y/n) dropped onto the bed, legs shaking. “Jesus- fuck.”
Bucky put a hand to her cheek, “you okay? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
She shook her head, “No, just-fuck- I’m gonna be so fucking sore.”
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callmeluna · 3 years
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Skinny Jeans, Action Figures, and Baby Shark
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Sam Wilson x Reader
Warnings: 18+ Content. “Language!” Mentions of sex. Pranks.
Word Count: 2,578
Square Filled: Playful Relationship
Summary: You, Sam, and boredom are a dangerous combination. No Avenger is safe.
A/N: Written for @star-spangled-bingo SSB 2021. So excited to be participating this year! I wanted to write something different from what I have thus far. The result is a lot more playful and light hearted than anything I’d done before. Guess I was inspired a bit by Sam’s chaotic vibes in the last TFATWS trailer. Also, Endgame didn’t happen, everyone is alive and happy in this one. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always greatly appreciated. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.
My SSB Masterlist // My Masterlist
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The mid morning sun filled the common room with a comforting golden glow. You sat on the couch cuddled right up next to Sam, each of you reading different sections of today’s newspaper. You’ve read the same sentence four times now, his scent and warmth causing a distraction. It was one of those rare periods of time at the compound when all is quiet. No missions, no training, nothing to do. The result: you and Sam were bored. When you two were bored, anything could happen.
The thing is, you and Sam were absolutely perfect for each other. Between being Avengers, his volunteer work at the VA, and your after school program volunteer work, you both struggled with idle time. The struggle being you both hated having nothing to do. And when you got as devastatingly bored as you were that day, no one in the compound was safe from the two of you. Yeah, you and Sam were perfect for each other. Two peas in a fucked up, chaotic pod.
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The first time you and Sam decided to mess with someone, Steve was the unfortunate victim. Good ol’ “Language!” Stevie. Everyone liked to give Steve a hard time, because on his days off, he would wear what became known around the compound as his “Old Man Khakis.” The plan was totally innocent— you were just looking out for Steve. You both wanted to help usher him into this time by helping modernize his wardrobe. What better way to start, than to get rid of the Old Fart Pants?
While Steve was away running personal errands, you and Sam “broke into” his room (had a quickie, because why not?), and switched out all his khakis for pair after pair of super fashionable extra skinny jeans. And just for good measure, you took his workout sweats, shorts, and went across the hall and hid all of Bucky’s pants and shorts. Sam even went to the training floor and took all the spare sweats there. You covered all the bases. When Steve returned, he had no options but those damn skinny jeans.
Unfortunately, you and Sam were not aware that this specific evening was kind of an important one. Steve was going on his first date with Sharon. Oops. Things didn’t turn out that bad though. Steve and Sharon are still together anyway. Maybe those skinny jeans had something to do with it— America’s Ass indeed.
The next time the mischievous mood struck, Natasha was the target. She had once brought up how creepy the concept of Elf on a Shelf was. The whole idea of waking up and finding this weird looking doll in the most random and unexpected places would give her chills. That was all that needed to be said.
Sunrise— she was going about her usual morning routine, starting with a splash of cool water on her face to wake herself up. With a stretch and a yawn she walked into her bathroom and flicked on the light. She let out an uncharacteristic yelp at what she saw. There, in her private bathroom, she was greeted by two little guests. Sitting there in the sink, as though it were a little hot tub complete with mini towels and wine glasses, were action figure versions of you and Sam. A bit startling considering it meant at least one of you had been in her room when she was asleep, but otherwise, relatively harmless. “Fucking idiots.” She said with an eye roll and shake of her head. Letting the shock pass, she took the toys out of the sink, tossed them in the trash without a second thought, and continued with her morning.
That afternoon, she had a particularly aggravating training session. (You and Sam had made sure of it.) She was overflowing with frustration and needed a... “release.” Natasha made her way back to her room, locking the door behind her as she entered. She knew just what she needed. Sprawling herself out on the bed, she let herself get comfortable before reaching into the drawer of her nightstand. She looked inside when she couldn’t immediately feel what she was looking for— and there they were again. The mini doppelgängers of you and Sam… cuddled up right next to her vibrator. She screamed into her pillow in frustration, swearing to herself that she was going to kick both your asses the moment she has the opportunity.
With her frustration at dangerously high levels, Nat knew the vibe wasn’t going to do the trick. (And how could she use it without looking at your fucking action figures again?) She needed… more. Natasha ran around the compound searching for Bucky. She discovered him in the kitchen with you and Sam. Her face bright red with pent up tension, she flipped you both off and wordlessly dragged Bucky back to his room.
“Baby, I think Nat might be mad at us.” Sam commented to you in faux shock and concern, pulling a “snort-laugh” out of you.
At the other side of the compound, Natasha and Bucky stumbled into his room as they fumbled with their clothes. They fell onto the bed attached at the mouth, eager and ready to get it! Bucky knew what Nat needed and flipped her over, ready and willing to provide. But before he could, Nat pulled away, her eyes fixed on his nightstand and starting to fill with tears. There, rocking the same position her and Bucky were, were little you and Sam. Though Sam was the one on all fours for some reason.
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You frustratedly slammed the paper you were reading on the coffee table. You looked over to Sam, who seemed to still be preoccupied with an article about the best doughnuts in the city.
“Sammy! I’m dying!!!” You exclaimed as you dramatically lay out across his lap crushing the newspaper that, realistically, only partially had his attention.
“Babe…” he cooed as he ran his fingers through your hair playing along with your dramatics. “You’re not dying.”
“I am though! Save me!” You rolled yourself half off the couch while reaching out to him with the best puppy dog look on your face you could muster. “If you love me, you’ll save me!”
He was used to you being like this. Thank god he still finds it adorable. “Okay, okay, okay! How ‘bout we finally get Old Man Terminator?”
Your eyes widened and you hastily pulled yourself up at what Sam was proposing. “Sammy… Are you saying what I think you’re saying? You wanna get... Barnes?!?”
Sam smirked and nodded knowing you would be thoroughly excited at finally pulling a prank on The Winter Soldier. The two of you had tried to mess with him in the past, but to no avail. Ever since his time in Wakanda, Bucky was different. He was now always, for lack of a better word, chill. It seemed as though nothing bothered the man anymore. And it frustrated the hell out of you and Sam.
“We’ve never been able to get him Sam! He’s either catching us before we get to execute our plan, or our prank just doesn’t hit right and he brushes us off like nothing.”
“That's because, my love, we were thinking too small. Here’s what we do…”
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Bucky made his way to the kitchen after a particularly good night's sleep. While the nightmares no longer plague him as they once had, sleeping through the night still did not come easy to him. So having actually slept well, he felt a celebratory bowl of Lucky Charms was in order. For such a big, badass, super soldier/assassin, the man had an affinity for sugary cereals intended for children. Once in the kitchen, Bucky opened the pantry only to be disappointed. All his boxes of cereal were gone. Instead, in its place were multiple boxes of sugar-free-high-fiber-sad-dry-ass-bland cereal.
And on one of the boxes was a note.
A man your age should really be taking in more fiber. Just looking out for you Bucky Boo! :)
Bucky groaned so loud, he was sure he could be heard throughout the compound. Bucky Boo. God he hated that damn pet name you gave him. It sounds sweet, but whenever you called him that, it was usually joined by some condescending, annoying ass comment, and Sam’s bellowing laughter.
“Relax Bucky Boo, don’t get your taint in a twist!”
“What’s got your balls bobbin’ Bucky Boo?!?”
“Aw Bucky Boo, what’s bumpin’ your bunghole?”
Each one worse than the one before. Each one causing Sam to break out snickering.
Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought of all the times you used that damn name for him. But he wasn’t going to let you get to him. With a deep breath, he left the kitchen and set out to get a good, cleansing morning run in.
Once outside, he stretched and took in the fresh morning air. This is what he needed. The outdoors, the natural high of the run, and the playlists of his favorite music that Nat helped him put together. As he started around his usual running path, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through to find his workout playlist.
“Fuck me! Seriously?!?” He frustratedly exclaimed.
His playlists were all gone. Replaced by… “Bucky Boo’s Jams?!?”
No! He wasn’t gonna let you two ruin this for him. With a deep breath, he decided to push through. How bad of a playlist could this be? As it turns out, pretty fucking bad.
“Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer”
What sounds like haunted house background noise.
“The Rains of Castamere” from Game of Thrones.
Five tracks in a row of just random ass banjo playing.
And of course, the song produced by the god damned devil himself… “Baby Shark.”
Bucky had been through a lot in his life, but that song, with it’s annoyingly catchy “do do do do do do”— worst fucking thing ever.
He couldn’t do it. That song was the shark that broke the soldier’s back. He headed back to his room with plans to meditate and relax with a nice hot shower. But the moment he stepped into what was supposed to be his safe space, he knew something was wrong. He cautiously moved about the room, knowing the two of you had to have done something. He just had to find what it was. He looked behind doors, in the closet, under the bed, but nothing. Then, the dresser caught his eye. On his dresser, he kept photos and other mementos, and there was something off about them. He stepped closer, his eyes widening at what he saw.
There was a photo of him and Steve by the pool at the last 4th of July/Steve’s birthday bbq. At least that was the photo that was there. Now the photo in that frame was a picture of you and Sam at that same party eating a foot long hot dog “Lady and the Tramp” style.
The drawing Morgan had made for him of the two of them holding hands and in her adorable writing titled “Me and Uncle Bucky,” was replaced by a similar drawing. But in this one, Morgan is laughing at Bucky holding his own detached metal arm and is titled “Me and Uncle Bucky Boo.”
And then there was the collage Nat had made him, photo after photo of special moments in their relationship— every single photo was replaced by photos of you and Sam in a variety of “compromising positions”. (Fully clothed though— you weren’t monsters.) Bucky was in awe at what you two had pulled off. He begrudgingly took note of some of the positions, when he heard the sweet little mewl of someone who always made him feel better.
“Alpine,” he said with a relieved sigh, “C’mere girl.”
When she heard him, she stepped out from where she had been hiding and approached. Bucky’s heart sunk at the sight of her.
Alpine, his baby girl, covered in silvers, greys, and reds. Bucky shook his head in disbelief. She was dressed in a kitty sized Falcon costume, complete with a Red Wing bow on her tail.
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Mischief makes you both horny— then very hungry. The sex part was done, multiple times at that (as Sam always likes to point out). So now it was snack time. What better snack than a giant bowl of sugary cereal?
And that's how Bucky found you and Sam in the common room. Sprawled out on opposite sides of the couch in front of the television, mixing bowl sized portions of milk and Lucky Charms in your laps. He stepped in front of the tv, interrupting your current binge of The Mandalorian. (Sam just loves that Grogu.) But when you saw the look on Bucky’s face, you decided this was even better entertainment. Bucky wore an extremely deep frown, lips pinched shut in frustration. And in his arms, being carried like a baby was Alpine, still in “Falcon mode.”
“Don’t you ever mess with my girl again.”
“What are you talking about Buck?” Sam tilted his head in question.
“Yeah, we haven’t pulled anything on Nat in months.” You laughed and shot a glance at Sam knowing exactly what you were doing, and how much more it was going to annoy Bucky.
“You both know what I’m talking about.” He switched over to a more Winter Soldier-esque tone. “You’ve been warned.”
Bucky was about to leave when you asked, “Hey Bucky Boo, why is she still wearing that? You know you can just... take it off her?”
Bucky hesitated to answer. But knowing you, knowing you were not one to let questions go unanswered, he replied through gritted teeth.
“She won’t let me.”
At that, your eyes bulged and cheeks filled with air trying your best not to cackle in Bucky’s face. Sam was less discrete and was immediately laugh-crying, pointing mockingly at Buck with one hand, and holding his belly with the other, as though he might literally fall apart from laughing so damn hard. The sight of Sam with happy tear stained cheeks broke your resolve and you too were cracking up.
“God I hate you.” Bucky said just before he turned to return to his room, laughter echoing behind him as he walked back down the hallway.
You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or Sam at that moment. And frankly, neither of you cared. It was all in a good day’s work either way.
“Sammy,” you called to him with a sing-song tone and a mischievous grin, “How ‘bout tomorrow we mess with Vision and put stickers of his face on the toaster and other appliances around the compound?” At this point, your mind was racing with all kinds of ideas. “Oh! Clint is always stealing my Oreos. How ‘bout we replace the cream filling with toothpaste! Oooo… better yet, doughnuts filled with Sriracha hot sauce instead of jelly!”
Sam couldn’t help but smile at your chaotic enthusiasm as you continued to plan out pranks.
“Got it!” You clapped your hands together having a sudden epiphany. “We should have sex in Tony’s lab!”
Confused, Sam asked, “Wait, what?!? Why?”
You stopped him, “Oh, it’s not for a prank, it’s just one of the few rooms in this compound we haven’t banged in yet.”
Sam pulled you to him with such love and pride in his eyes and a huge smile on his face. “That’s my girl!”
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another-stark-sub · 3 years
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Could you possibly do a major fluff piece with Post-Endgame Tony x Reader where the reader’s having PTSD and flashbacks of the events (we shall assume Tony survived because the alternative is too damn depressing) ?? I’m in a mildly angsty-fluffy mood today.
Thanks x ❤️
I feel like I need one non smutty thing to balance the smuttiness, so this is perfect. Thanks for the suggestion, babe! Mentions of PTSD, self doubt, etc ahead
When you were younger, you thought you’d have a nice, normal life. The biggest moment that you’d dwell on being your graduation or marriage or first pet or house, but no. You were a low-level Shield agent. And you fell in love with Tony Stark
Your life was far from normal.
And the biggest moments of your life were death-defying ones. Your first kiss with Tony was after one of his self-sacrificing moves. He proposed to you over the phone during a battle.
And then, there was the bad moment. Or the bad battle. Fighting against Thanos was hard. And when your future husband, the love of your life, is one of the only humans on the battlefield, you had to be there, too.
You saw him get knocked down. You saw him take the Infinity Stones. You saw the plan in his eyes as the stones tore his suit apart.
So, you did something stupid. you grabbed his hand. The pain was worse than you imagined. Like trails of fire stemming from your fingertips and into the rest of your body, but you didn’t care. You held on.
“What are you doing?”
You would’ve shrugged if you weren’t in that much pain. Still, you smiled. “Making sure you’re not alone.”
And, like the heroes they were, everyone joined. First, Rhodey, Pepper, and Peter. Then, King T’Challa and his family. Wanda, the guardians, Steve and his friends. Thor, Valkyrie, and Asgardians. Everyone started joining hands, and the pain started to fade and fade until it was a pinprink on your finger.
When Tony snapped Thanos and his army away, his right arm looked burnt, and the metal looked like it was melting into his body. “T’Challa!” you cried.
Thankfully, his royal highness rushed Tony to his sister’s lab. After hours of surgery and waiting, he was stable.
After, you and Tony were broken, different, in too many ways. Flashbacks, panic attacks, and night terrors were a regular thing in the Stark household.
Because sometimes, in your dreams, you weren’t able to take Tony’s hand. You couldn’t, and Tony snapped by himself. All while you had to stand from a distance and cry over him. And it didn’t matter how many Avengers knelt in his honor or how many people told you how sorry they were. He was gone, and you were-
“Honey?”
You nearly choked on air. Everything was too close. Why was everything too close and loud? What was that sound? Silence, ringing, something, but it was too much. You left from wherever you were to somewhere where there was only air touching you.
Where even were you? Were you safe? There was movement behind you, so you spun around.
“Hey, it’s me. It’s Tony.” Something shone under the moonlight. A wedding ring. Around Tony’s finger.
Right.
You wiped your tears and looked around. You were in the hallway outside your bedroom. Tony didn’t die. You reached him in time. Everyone did. He was ok. He was right in front of you. And the ring. You married him.
“Tony,” you said, your voice dry. You were going to reach out to him, but instead, you opted to hug yourself and rub your arms. How stupid you were. Tony nearly died. He lost an arm, and there you were crying over someone you hadn’t lost.
When Tony’s fingers brushed along your arms, you started to really process his words. “-here. I’m ok, and so are you.” He wrapped you up in his embrace and kissed the top of your head, and when his vibranium arm pressed into you, the coldness made you sob.
He lost part of himself, and he was comforting you?
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” His words were soft, and it was hard to resist Tony’s silver tongue. “We went through shit.”
You laughed, tears in your eyes. “You went through shit.”
He took a second to think about what you said. Then, his vibarnium fingers stretched over your skin. “You mean this, huh?” You laughed a little. “Well, this probably isn’t half of what you went through because I’m me.”
You immediately opened your mouth to say something about not comparing pain, but he already knew what you were gonna say. “I know what you’re thinking, now apply it to yourself.” He leaned down so his eyes lined up with yours. “You went through shit. You’re allowed to have nightmares and panic attacks and all that crap we hate.” He rubbed your arms. “And I’ll be here. Cause guess what?”
You sniffed. “What?”
“You saved me. Because of you, I’m alive.” He smiled and held your face ever so lovingly. “You stepped up and took half my pain, literally. Then, everyone followed suit, taking half and half and half until it was barely anything.” There were tears in his eyes as he rubbed circles into your cheeks. “I’ll be here, because the least I can do for the woman who saved my life is love her for the rest of her life.”
Your battle against the aftermath of tragedy would go on, but you didn’t care. Tony would be with you. It was leagues better than being alone, and maybe his silver tongue can convince you to be better.
Laughter bubbled up within you. “We did go through shit, huh?”
“Yeah.” He laughed with you and pulled you back into his arms.
For a few moments, the two of you stayed in the comfort of each other’s embrace before heading back to bed. While the blanket was over you, it was Tony that gave you enough warmth and comfort to help you sleep again.
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lassieposting · 3 years
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💘💘💘💘 + ghasdug
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send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—
where they first met and how
So Skug says they stowed away on the same ship, but this is...not exactly true.
He stowed away on that ship, because he was running away from home and he was a snobby little lordling who'd never had to fend for himself a day in his life, so the furthest ahead he'd actually thought to plan was "they won't want to turn around and drop me off once they're underway".
Ghastly was not stowed away at any point during that trip. Ghastly was signed on for the journey as a deckhand, because Ghastly's mother told him he needed to, and it had to be that particular ship. Ghastly gets seasick, and did not want to go to sea in the slightest. But Ghastly's mother has visions and so Ghastly does as he is told. Apparently there was something important waiting for him on that ship.
Anyway Skug pops out once he thinks they're far enough away from shore that they'll leave him be rather than take him back to port, and he is incredibly mistaken. The captain is in favour of turning him around right there and then, because he's clearly some rich lord's brat, and whoever his father is will probably pay handsomely for his safe return. Ghastly manages to talk the ship's crew into letting him stay on, provided he pulls his weight like the rest of them.
Needless to say, even before they're attacked by pirates, that voyage is a rude awakening for poor Skug, and good lord does Ghastly hear all about it. He has blisters. His feet hurt. This shirt was expensive and now it's all sweaty. His hair is in his eyes all the time. He's tired. The guy in the next bunk snores. Some of these people look like they have lice. He didn't realise he'd be doing manual labour, this is servant stuff, how dare they.
Ghastly does. Not realise at that point what he has let himself in for.
how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved
Poor Ghastly gets to pine for years. Baby Skug isn't a great boyfriend. He's less invested - he loves Ghastly, but they have two totally different outlooks.
Ghastly is ugly. He's always been ugly. He's got a face he believes only his mother could love. He's never believed he'd find someone who saw past that or loved him regardless. So as soon as he gets Skug into bed, he's over the moon and ready to commit. He's like 17, and would absolutely settle down there and then given half a chance.
Skug, on the other hand, was a weird-looking child who only recently grew into an attractive adolescent and he is loving it. For the first time in his life, girls are noticing him. He doesn't want to settle down, he wants to play the field and sow some wild oats and have fun. So there are periods of exclusivity with Ghastly, interspersed with periods where Skug basically drops him to chase after the latest pretty bit of skirt.
who fell for who first ( if applicable )
Ghastly's smitten by the time they make it back to Ireland - Skug is a bit soft and allergic to hard work and a pain in the arse, but he's flashy and charismatic and funny and pays attention to him without gawking at his face (past the initial "good god, what happened to you?") - but Skug is well and truly settled into living with Ghastly's family by the time he actually gives Ghas the come-on.
where their first date was and what it was like
They went to the local tavern and got drunk, and then rode home in the pouring rain once it kicked them out at closing time.
When they got home, Ghastly's parents had long since gone to bed, but that wasn't necessarily unusual - once Skug, who has a considerable allowance, is old enough to start drinking, Saoirse institutes a rule that if they're not home by the time she and her husband turn in for the night, she'll leave blankets in the barn and they can sleep there instead. She's not having them barging in, wasted, at all hours of the day and night, waking her up after a hard day's work.
So they put the horses away and give them a quick rub down, and Ghastly is trying to look anywhere but Skug because Skug's shirt has gone kind of see-through and poor Ghastly is an awkward, horny teenage boy, but he keeps shooting him these furtive glances over the horse's back and Skug notices because Skug notices everything and lowkey teases him about it. "Want me to sit for a portrait? It'll last longer," sort of teasing, and Ghastly tries to laugh along but he's also vibrant red because he's been caught staring, so obviously Skug realises something's up
And he's precisely as tactful about it as he ever is about anything, and jokes, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted me," and Ghastly's ears burn and he doesn't deny it quick enough and now Skug's eyebrows are inching towards his hairline and Ghastly panics because like, he's ugly, Skug is going to be disgusted or laugh at him and he can't cope with either, so he just? Freezes?
But like. Skug was a weird-looking, unfortunate child who very recently grew into an attractive adolescent, so he fucking thrives on attention. So his response to this awkward not-quite-a-confession is actually a moment of silence while he mulls this new information over (this feels like an eternity to poor Ghastly) followed by an early attempt at using The Hot Voice and, "If you want me, have me."
So, they end up having sex in the hayloft on the blankets Ghastly's mom left out for them. Ghastly has never even been kissed and doesn't admit that he has no idea what he's doing until he realises Skug is expecting him to take the lead. He also blurts that he loves Skug when he nuts, so like. It's your typical painfully embarrassing virginity loss.
It can't be all bad though, because Skug's up for doing it again.
who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )
So in my endgame-ghasdug AU, they get back together post-TDOTL. Ghastly survives being stabbed, but the blade nicked his spinal cord, so he's in a wheelchair for quite a while, and then has to do A Lot of physical therapy to relearn how to walk. Skug shows up at the hospital/facility where he's recovering every day unless there's an emergency, because Ghastly is very depressed and struggling with survivor's guilt over Anton and doesn't see the point in doing his physio because it hurts and he's exhausted and he shouldn't be alive anyway. And Skug annoys him into doing it, mostly by heckling him from the other side of the room, because he's not great at the whole emotional support thing. Ghastly will mutter, "Christ, I want to hit you," and Skug will tell him, "Well, if you come over here to do it I won't even duck." And if Ghastly gets his ass up and uses the walking frame support thing to cross the room, well, then Skug will take a punch like a man and be happy about it because Ghastly walked.
They also talk a lot during this period. Ghastly feels like shit, and he reminisces a lot about the good old days and how he never saw Ravel's betrayal coming and memories he has of Anton, and sometimes that veers into memories they share from when they were young men. And Skug, at this point, is old enough and has been through enough to admit that he wasn't great to Ghastly when they were boys. He was flighty and selfish and high-maintenance, and he would've hated to be treated the way he treated Ghastly. And he tells him that, at one point - that he's sorry, and if he could go back and do it differently, he would, assuming Ghastly was daft enough to be willing to put up with him a second time.
And Ghastly laughs and tells him, "I'd still have you now, you stupid bastard."
who proposes first
Ghastly. They're 19/20. Skug thinks he's joking.
if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away
Neither - they don't announce it, but it's not exactly a secret either. Ghastly's parents notice pretty much straight away, but other than a few parental pointers on what is and isn't appropriate, it's not really a topic of conversation.
where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )
Skug's sister Confelicity accepts the first proposal she gets at the age of 16, because she's desperate to get out of their parents' house and away from their toxic relationship and controlling behaviour. Their father disapproves and refuses to attend the wedding (and, of course, their mother is not allowed her own opinion), and Carver is out of the country, so Skug stands in to a) pay and b) give away the bride. He takes Ghastly for moral support, because he doesn't like most of his relatives and also doesn't like the groom (Thurid Guild - their relationship doesn't improve when Confelicity divorces him a few years later to marry a baronet). While they're watching the couple say their vows, Ghastly murmurs, "We should get married."
Skug is right in the middle of his hoe phase and does not realise Ghastly's serious.
who’s more dominant
Generally, Skug. He is one hell of a force of personality and Ghastly does get steamrollered quite a bit, although he does eventually learn how to say no. Skug always gets things his way, always does whatever he likes and be damned to the consequences, and Ghastly is always there with a handful of the back of his shirt, pulling his ass out of whatever fire he started.
In bed, though, it's Ghastly.
how into pda they are
As teenagers, Ghastly's mother has to reprimand them occasionally for being too all over each other, but teenagers be rabidly horny. As grown men, they're just sort of casually affectionate. Comfortable with each other. When they're relaxing in camp after a day of travelling, Skug will lean against Ghastly to read a book or put his head on Ghastly's leg while they chat. They can have a silent conversation just by reading each other's faces. They'll nudge each other when something reminds them of an in-joke. They have that easy intimacy that comes with having known each other forever.
where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )
As boys, Ghastly has a particular flowery meadow he likes to take Skug to for picnics, because he's a romantic. Skug at that age is considerably less so, and more interested in whether they can screw there without getting caught.
In the modern day, they go to see old movies. Ghastly was very into the early films of the late 1910s and the 1920s, after the war finished. He associates them with a time where he finally got to just set up his shop and live the life he always wanted to live. Skug hasn't seen most of Ghastly's favourites, because he spent that period of history fighting the truce and then spiralling into a black hole of trauma and misery, but he got very into the noir detective era to the point that he's still clinging to the aesthetic like 80 years later, so they'll alternate who picks the movies and catch each other up on their favourites.
who’s more protective
They've both spent their fair share of time fretting in the chair beside a hospital bed. After Ravel's betrayal, though, it's Skug. Ghastly retires as soon as he's considered fit to make the decision, and decides he wants to go back to Dublin to reopen his shop and just sort of try and forget Roarhaven exists. And Skug is absolutely adamant that he gets to do it. There's a lot of interest in Ghastly for a while - groundbreaking healing magic was used to fix what should've been a permanent injury, people want to know if he suspected Ravel, they want his advice on how to rebuild after Devastation Day. He's more approachable than China, and a lot more popular. But he can't cope with it all, and anyone who tries to hassle him in Dublin will have Skug to deal with.
how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )
The first night Skug stays at Ghastly's family home. Ghastly is an only child, and his family isn't wealthy - their house doesn't have a guest room. It's sleep with Ghastly or sleep on the floor, and Little Lord Priss isn't going to be sleeping on the floor.
Honestly, he's relieved there isn't a spare room for him. He's never really slept alone before. Like most children of very wealthy families back then, he grew up in a nursery with his four oldest brothers and sisters, and when he was too old to live with The Children, he shared a room, first with Carver and then with Francis. The thought of being on his own in a strange house is pretty intimidating.
He moves to his own bed as soon as they get him one, but he stays in Ghastly's room, and he's perfectly happy with that.
(Ghastly is less happy. He's very much crushing on Skug and he's terrified he'll say something incriminating in his sleep.)
who steals whose clothes and how often
Skug gets to steal Ghastly's clothes for a year or two after he moves in with Ghastly's family. After that, they're built too differently. Ghastly is built like a brick shithouse of muscle. Skug is lean and toned and tall. When they're younger, he can more or less wear Ghastly's clothes as a nightshirt, but after Skug's final growth spurt, Ghastly's clothes don't sit right on him at all, and he's gotten too vain and fashion-conscious by that point to just wear them anyway.
what their usual coffee / tea orders are
Ghastly is fussy about his tea. Plenty of milk, two and a half sugars, leave the teabag in.
Skug just inhales it black, which Ghastly thinks is an abomination.
if they ever have any children together
Ghastly thanks his lucky stars every day that they have a 0% chance of accidentally spawning a skuglet. One of him is plenty.
He's very involved with Skugbab when he comes along, though. He's godfather and a very present uncle.
if they have any special pet names for each other
Skug doesn't do nicknames, and would rather not be given them, either. Ghastly gets away with "Skul", primarily because he's the only one who's known Skug since he was all of 16, but also because "Skulduggery" is a mouthful when all your blood is rushing to your downstairs brain and it's his own damn fault that he didn't think of that before he picked it.
if they ever split up and / or get back together
So many times. They're on and off again more frequently than Saracen's clothes. Every time Skug spots someone new, he ends it with Ghastly to pursue them, and then comes back when he loses interest or it doesn't work out.
what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )
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Ghastly's family home is an old farmhouse on the outskirts of Dublin. It's simple, but cosy, and Ghastly's dad is incredibly houseproud, so it's very well-looked-after. Skug prefers it by miles to his own palacial, but cold and unwelcoming, family home, and he tries to replicate the vibe later on with Wifey. It's pretty small compared to what he's used to, so it sort of feels like they're all living on top of each other, and he has to get used to not having any servants and drawing his own water to heat his own bath etc, but he's loved there, and that makes all the difference.
what their names are in each other’s phones
They're both old-ass men about some things, and this is one of them. So no emojis or anything - they're "Ghastly Bespoke" and "Skul". How romantic.
who falls asleep first and who wakes up first
Ghastly wakes up first: he's used to rising early to get started on his chores. Skug is absolutely not a morning person at this point in his life and Ghastly frequently has to turf his ass out of bed by pulling his quilt off/dumping water on him/yelling in his ear.
Reversed with modern day ghasdug: Ghastly still wakes at a sensible time, but damn it he left the army a century ago and now he likes a lie in. Skug never really stopped being a soldier and still has most of his military habits, so he's up with the sun.
who’s the big spoon / little spoon
Ghastly is the big spoon. Skug likes to be Held.
who hogs the bathroom
Skug. The boy is vain as all fuck. There is a grand total of one cloudy looking-glass in Ghastly's family's home and Skug spends a good chunk of the morning hogging it to fuss with his hair and peacock at his reflection. Ghastly is under strict orders Never to mention this to Fletcher.
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Ch57: We’re In The Endgame Now
Intro: Steve and Katie, along with the rest of their team are locked in a fearsome battle, between light and dark, life and death. And it’s a battle they cannot afford to lose because they’re in the Endgame now…
Warnings: “Language!” Character death. Please have your tissues ready, we all know where this one is going and, well, I bawled like a baby writing it so…
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
A/N: I’m REALY nervous about this one!! I hope I do it justice. It flits between perspectives so I hope you can follow it, and used a lot of visuals too. Once more HUGE, HUGE, HUGE thanks to @angrybirdcr​ for her wicked work.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Chapter 56
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“Stevie.” Steve heard Katie’s voice breaking through the fog in his brain. It was desperate, shattered, and something else inside him broke even more. “You gotta get up, Soldier,” she pleaded, shaking his shoulder, “come on, please.”
And then, suddenly, it was another voice he was hearing. A voice he hadn’t heard for almost a century, but it was clear as day, the memory as fresh in his mind as it had been the day she’d said it…
“You always get up Stevie, ya hear?” His Ma looked at him, wiping the blood from his split lip, ignoring his flinch. “No matter how hard they hit ya, you never give them the satisfaction of stayin’ down, lad, never. You push back, and eventually they’ll realise that they can’t fight forever.”
Steve grit his teeth as he rolled to the side, Katie’s hand still on his shoulder as he rest against his forearm, gathering his strength to push himself to his feet. He turned his face to look at Katie, her face plate was open and there were tears streaking down her cheeks, and she nodded to him.
“We need to try, keep him distracted until Tony and Thor come round. Hopefully the others can find their way back to the surface. And then if we can get the stones we can end this.” It was a long shot, beyond long in fact. Steve knew that. Katie knew that. But whilst there was hope, no matter how small a hope it was, or how beaten they felt, they had to try.
As he shifted again, ready to rise to his feet he felt Katie shift a little so she was shielding Steve with her body as she knelt by his side, and when he glanced up at her he saw her focussed to her left, utter hatred and fear clouding her pretty face.
“In all my years of conquest, violence, slaughter, it was never personal.” Thanos spoke as Katie and Steve both glared at him from their vantage point on the floor. “But I’ll tell you now, what I’m about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet…I’m gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.”
And then, as they watched, behind Thanos, a blue light beamed down form the sky and when it dissipated it left what looked like thousands of soldiers stood in rows. Thanos had brought his entire army. The so called Children of Thanos, hundreds upon hundreds of Chitauri and those damned dog things they had fought in Wakanda…
Katie took a shaky breath, and let out a sob as she realised that any hope they had was gone. They might, just might have stood a chance against Thanos alone, but not against his full army. She locked eyes with Steve before he looked down at the ground, away from her eyes, his own tears filling his eyes as he understood this was it.
This was the end. For them, for their kids, for the world.
According to some, there’s a calm serenity that descends on you when you know your time is up. But Steve didn’t feel calm, he felt anger, hatred, and all towards himself. This was down to him, he’d brought this upon his family, his friends. He should have left those fucking stones in the past and dealt with his feelings of failure. Instead, here he was, a failure again. Beaten on a battlefield by the very man they actually killed some five years previously that was now about to wipe out the entire world. How fucked up was that?
“We are not going like this.” Katie was now openly sobbing as she shook her head, looking from Steve to the assembled army. “Not like this. We stand up, and we go fighting, you hear me?”
Steve glanced at the broken shield on his arm, swallowing as he remembered Jamie looking at him when he told him he used to be Captain America. His beautiful baby boy’s eyes that were so like Steve’s mother’s, wide with awe, and pride. Well fuck this. Katie was right, his Ma was right. If he was going, then he was going down fighting. Alongside his best gal, his partner, the woman who gave him more strength than any serum ever could.
With a low groan, Steve pushed himself to his feet, teeth grit, fierce determination across every line on his face. With a shaking hand he tightened the leather straps on his broken shield around his arm and stood tall, turning to Katie.
“I love you,” he choked out, holding out his right hand to grip her left gauntlet, “’til the end of the line.” She turned to him, her eyes streaming with tears before she reached up and pulled his face to hers, pressing a fierce kiss to his lips.
“The very end.” She stuttered out, before they turned to face their death.
Captain America and Supernova, Steve Rogers and Katie Stark, Man and Wife walked slowly towards Thanos, who simply stood, his head cocked to his right. However, they’d barely made it four foot when their communicators started crackling.
“Hey, Cap, you read me?”
It was faint…and broken…but it was a voice they hadn’t heard in five years other than in their dreams. A voice they would never forget. 
Both of them stopped dead. Steve’s mouth dropped open and he looked at Katie, raising a shaking hand to his head in an attempt to press the coms piece further into his ear, not quite sure he was believing what he was hearing.
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“Cap, it’s Sam. Can you hear me?”
Both Katie and Steve’s chests rose and fell deeply as they tried to understand where Sam was. They knew Banner’s snap had worked, but surely if everyone came back where they had vanished then they should be in Wakanda. Nevertheless, Steve instinctively glanced upwards, and Sam spoke again.
“On your left.”
They both turned in that direction, and immediately saw a sparkling yellow circle forming in the air. As they watched, utterly dumbfounded, three figures stepped through and Katie realised from their Silhouettes alone who it was- Okoye, Shuri, and T’Challa in his full Black Panther garb. Katie’s hand flew to her mouth as T'Challa’s mask faded away, the King looking at Steve. The Soldier took a shaky and relieved breath and a thankful smile broke through the filth and grime that covered his face. T'Challa gave him a small nod, before he turned to Katie and bowed slightly, the way he always did.
Katie’s breathing suddenly became erratic as her sobs began again, but this time they were punctuated by laughs and stutters of utter relief which turned into a yell of pure joy when Sam zoomed in above them in his Falcon armour. They watched as he flew and circled back round, Katie’s hands flying into the back of her hair, gripping as she doubled over and cried, simply unable to believe it. 
Steve could do nothing but watch in a relieved, thankful and astounded awe as dozens and dozens more portals opened up all around the battlefield. He knew who the man that descended at the front was- Doctor Strange and he was joined by three people he also knew to be Rocket’s friends- The Guardians of the Galaxy- then came Spider-Man, his mask flopping down to reveal an alive and well Peter Parker behind it. Katie tore her eyes away to look for Tony who was now sitting up, a look of utter shock on his face. He found her eyes and gave a small twitch of his mouth as he scrambled to his feet, and turned to Thor who was now grinning ear to ear as he watched the portal that was bringing Valkyrie and the Asgardian army to their aid.
The chanting of the Wakandan Army rang around the battle field as row by row the guard stepped through another portal headed by Bucky, his gun held firmly in his arms and Steve watched his best friend’s handsome face which wore a look of resigned determination, and the number of people arriving to support the Avengers continued to rise as Dr Strange conjured portal after portal.
A familiar red energy alerted them both to Wanda’s appearance, where she landed not far from Bucky, her eyes blazing. And then, with a clang Pepper landed a few feet away from Katie clad in her own Iron Suit and Tony joined them, shooting his wife a proud look.
Finally there was a loud roaring, crashing noise and Katie and Steve spun to see Scott Lang as the Giant-Ant Man emerging from the rubble with Banner, Rhodey, Rocket and Clint. 
The group of thousands behind Katie and Steve up their fighting stances, brandishing whatever weapons or powers they had, battle cries loud and Steve looked around, almost bursting into tears himself at the emotions flooding his chest. He glanced at his wife who looked back, wiping her eyes, her breathing still deep as she couldn’t quite believe how all these people had come to help. Steve didn’t either, but all he knew was they had. And now they were almost if not completely equal on numbers. And they had hope once more.
In fact, they had more than hope. They had a chance. And that was good enough for the Captain. He’d beaten worse odds before, and he was damned sure they could do it again, especially when he turned to look at Thanos and saw for the first time something that looked like fear, apprehension even on the Titan’s face.
He turned to face Katie again as she gave him a nod.
“Call it, Captain.” Her voice was full of determination as her face plate slid back into place.
So, call it he did.
“AVENGERS!” Steve’s cry echoed across the battle field as he held out his hand, summoning Mjolnir to his palm. Thor landed by his side just as the hammer slapped into Steve’s glove and he glared up at Thanos, his teeth grit with utter determination. “Assemble.”
Behind him, Thor gave a loud battle cry as did Black Panther and the Avengers’ army began to charge. Katie, Tony and Pepper flying in formation with Sam as they sped forward. Almost instantly, the two sides collided violently, and the fighting began. Bullets, beams, punches, kicks, knives, spears all flying and smashing against one another. The air was filled with yells, grunts and the clanging of metal against metal as the battle raged on.
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Thor and Steve found themselves fighting off a large group of the dog like creatures and somehow Steve ended up holding Stormbreaker. Not for long, because that belonged to Thor. His Thanos killing axe. No way was the God of Thunder letting the Captain wield that. 
“No no, give me that! Thor held out his hand, tossing Steve Mjolnir. "You can have the little one.”
Steve took it and shot off across the ground towards another group of Outriders. Above him, Katie, Tony and Pepper were circling back to back, their booster beams shooting at anything and everything, spiralling into groups below, helping anyone they could. Katie spotted that Clint was swamped a little so she flew down, freeing him before she shot into the air and found herself flying alongside Sam.
“Mrs R.” He turned to face her and she gave him a nod, smiling broadly although she knew he wouldn’t see her.
“Good to see you Sammy!”
“You know me, never one to miss a good fire fight!” He smirked, shooting his semi-autos at something that was flying into the air in front of him.
Tony shot down, barrelling into a group of Chitauri warriors, just like he had in New York. With a whoop he scattered them like bowling pins, landing and shooting off guns and beams, before something hit him hard on the side of the head and sent him soaring through the air. He landed, and pushed himself up on his elbows ready to fight but before he needed to, Lang’s giant Ant-Man crushed his assailant, striding away.
And then, the kid was there. Parker was running straight to Tony. In the suit Tony had made for him. The Billionaire blinked, retracting his helmet as Pete’s usual, incessant and enthusiastic rambles filled his ear.
“Hey! Holy cow! You will not believe what’s been going on. Do you remember when we were in space? And I got all dusty? I must’ve passed out ‘cause I woke up, and you were gone. But Doctor Strange was there, right? He was like, ‘It’s been five years. Come on, they need us.’ And then he started doing the yellow sparkly thing that he does all the time..” he started using two fingers to demonstrate Strange’s swirl in the air but Tony stopped him, the emotions of seeing the kid alive again were swirling in his chest, and with watery eyes he stepped forward and pulled the kid into a hug.
“What are you doing?” Peter asked, shocked at his mentor’s display of affection before he hugged Tony back. “This is nice.”
The fight raged on and on and on. But no one gave up, they knew they had no option but to win this, for the sake of everything and everyone on the planet, and none more than Steve, who was fighting with every goddamned bit of strength he had to get back to his kids and his wife.
Across the field he could just about make out Clint, who was sprinting like his life depended on it. Which, in fairness, it did. The gauntlet was clutched to his chest and he spoke into his coms, asking his leader for instructions.
“Cap, what do you want me to do with this damn thing?”
“Get those stones as far away as possible!” Steve instructed, punching another creature in the head.
“No!” Banner yelled back “We need to get them back where they came from.”
“No way to get them back.” Tony sighed. “Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel”
“Hold on…” Lang spoke, and Steve saw the 100 foot or so man shrink out of the air. “That wasn’t our only time machine!”
The sound of Scott’s van horn, rang out across the battle ground and Steve immediately ran up a pile of rubble to higher ground, trying to spot the van, following the noise.  
“Anyone see an ugly, brown van up there?” Steve asked, looking up.
Katie shot above him and he watched her as she circled over the fighting armies before she stopped, hovering and pointing down underneath her
“Yes!” She yelled victoriously, as Valkyrie flew alongside her on her winged horse, shooting her a look.
“You’re not going to like where it’s parked!” The Asgardian finished, pointing her spear to it.
Tony flew up into the air shooting another Chitauri warrior off his, well, whatever the hell you called those flying scooter things, before he glanced down at Lang.
“Scott, how long you need to get that thing working?”
“Maybe ten minutes”. 
“Get it started.” Rogers instructed. “We’ll get the stones to you.”
And then as Tony watched, ready to cover Lang as he broke for it, a woman materialised next to him. Nothing should surprise Tony anymore, nothing, but it did. And he had absolutely no idea why.
“We’re on it, Cap.” She spoke softly, before the pair of them shrunk again and FRIDAY kept a lock on them as they flew away, no bigger than ants.
Okay, so maybe Lang didn’t need covering after all. Tony watched them via FRIDAY’s scanners as they flew towards the van, and he saw Katie and Pepper fighting in tandem, the pair of them bringing down a huge Chituari beast that looked like a gorilla. He grinned at the sight of his wife and sister kicking ass, and then spotted Strange in the corner of his eye, trapping a load of Chitauri in his magic, sending them through portals to fuck knows where, not that Tony gave a shit.
Recalling the conversation he had held on Titan with the Wizard, he suddenly felt a desperation to know, so he landed, turning to look at him.
“Hey. You said one out of fourteen million, we win, yeah?” He asked, glancing around. “Tell me this is it.” 
“If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen” Strange replied, and Tony groaned. Jesus this man was infuriating. 
“You better be right.” Tony shot back, pointing an iron clad finger at him.
As Scott was hot-wiring his van, because of course it was dead, the fight continued and the gauntlet was in some kind of relay across the battle field towards them. T’Challa took it off Clint and as Thanos advanced on the Black Panther, Wanda landed in front of him, her eyes blazing. She then began to fight Thanos furiously, and she seemed to be getting the upper hand as bits of his armour began to peel off him as rose in the air, surrounded by her red power as she attempted to tear him apart. 
In desperation, Thanos gave the instruction for his ships to fire down on the battle field, not caring whether he put his own army in danger as collateral. As the missiles began to hit the ground, everyone tried to dodge as best they could. Strange and the rest of his troops held up their arms conjuring magic shields to attempt to keep their allies as sheltered as possible.
Steve was too engrossed in the fight around him to pay too much attention to where everyone else was, but he heard his wife loud and clear, his ears tuned into her as they always where.
“Where are the stones?” Katie she asked frantically, and Steve had to admit, he’d kinda like to know as well. It was then that he heard Peter Parker yelling, and realised he had the gauntlet.
“I got this…” there was a scuffle "Ok, I don’t got this. Help! Somebody! Help!”
“Hey Queens,” Steve said, winding his arm back, “heads up!” He took a couple steps forward flung Mjolnir towards him. Peter shot his web at it, where it latched on and he was catapulted him through the air where Katie caught him.  
“Hang on, I got you, kid!” She assured him as they flew through the air and she tossed him to Valkyrie as she flew past, Parker’s yells ringing in her years. But, as Katie watched, the Asgardian’s horse was hit by the fire from Thanos’ ship and Peter was blasted to the floor.
“Tony, have you any idea how we can shut that thing down?” Katie asked desperately, looking at the ship. “We need that damned thing out of order to stand any chance!”
“I’m working-“ Tony began, but he trailed off as the cannons stopped, lifting upwards before they began to fire into the sky.
“What the hell is this?” Sam asked, as he flew alongside Katie, as the two of them fired at a couple more Chitauri in front of them.
“FRIDAY, what are they firing at?” Tony asked, his voice slightly worried.
“Something just entered the upper atmosphere,” FRIDAY replied.
Then a huge, bright ball of pulsating energy came surging down straight through the ship, where it then turned, and shot straight back up through it again, destroying the engines.
It was Danvers.
Katie’s mouth dropped open as the woman hovered above the now fast descending ship as it crash-landed in the river.
“Now that’s how to make an entrance,” Katie glanced at her brother where he was hovering not far away from her. He turned to look at her, and even though she couldn’t see his face she knew he was rolling his eyes.
“I used to make a perfectly good entrance, thank you Kiddo.”
"Danvers,” Steve glanced up, hardly able to keep the smile of his face, even though he knew this was far from over. But Thanos was worried now, he could see from the Titan’s body language, and that was enough of a boost for the Super Soldier to sweep straight back into Captain mode as for the first time since the battle began, he felt that they could actually win. “We could use an assist here…”
“What on?” Carol asked, flying towards Katie.
“We need to get the stones to the brown van…” Katie circled, and then she spotted Peter who was crouched in a crater, the gauntlet tight within his arms. She landed, her helmet sliding away and Carol gently dropped besides her and looked down at Peter.
“Hi. I’m Peter Parker,” he said, looking up at Carol, his breathing deep and his nose blooded.
Carol smirked, almost flirtatiously. “Hey Peter Parker. Got something for me?”
Peter pushed himself up and handed her the gauntlet, before he looked at the Army who was crawling towards them. “I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that.”
Wanda then landed next to Katie and glanced around, her red power surrounding her. “Don’t worry.” The Sokovian woman said as Valkyrie landed on her winged horse 
“She’s got help” Okoye stepped up alongside them all as she looked around. 
“Where’s Nat?” Wanda asked as Pepper landed next to Okoye. Katie hung her head slightly as she looked at her, as more and more of the women from the battle joined them- Mantis, then Shuri  Hope, Gamora and Nebula.
“She didn’t make it back from the mission to get the stones.” Katie said gently, swallowing as she shook her head.
Beside her, Okoye spun her spear in her hands, her face stoney as she eyed up the army which was advancing on them. “Then this…this is for her…” The Wakandan woman turned to Katie who nodded.
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They began to stride forward and Thanos’ army charged a swarm of aliens, Chitauri and animals alike. Okoye took out the larger fighter that Katie recognised from the train station in Edinburgh as Wanda, her, Pepper and Valkyrie destroyed two leviathans. Carol Danvers shot straight towards the van with the Gauntlet, at a rate of knots, going through every blockade that was in her way with ease.
However, Thanos was hot on her tail.  
“She needs cover!” Katie yelled as she flew down, followed by Pepper as Shuri and Hope also stood tall, the four of them unloading their various weapons and succeeding in blasting Thanos backwards. Danvers sped past him, but through the heat and flash of various beams and weapons, no one spotted him launching the remaining half of his sword towards the van until it was too late. 
Steve felt the explosion and looked up at the huge flash of light, seeing Danvers being catapulted back through the air, her grip on the gauntlet lost and it fell to the ground. Then, it was almost like time slowed down as Thanos paused, looking at the Gauntlet, at the same time as Tony sat up and did the same. As Steve sprinted towards the pair of them Tony went to tackle him from behind only to be batted away to the side somewhere. Steve continued to sprint, he was almost there, almost, and then Thor landed swinging his lightning covered axe at the Titan before his hammer flew into his hand and he used both weapons to hold Thanos at bay.
Steve threw himself on Thanos’ back grabbing at the axe, pulling with all his might in an attempt to slice it straight through his neck. But it was to no avail. With a mighty head-butt Thanos sent Thor sprawling backwards and he reached up and pulled Steve off him, flinging him through the air like a rag doll. He landed hard, his head colliding with something, and he was out cold.
“Steve!” Katie saw him sprawled on the floor, and was about to go after him, but she saw Thanos reaching for the gauntlet. Surging her suit forwards she shot at him, desperation flooding her system, and she kept her beam going as she flew down. Her fingers grazed the gauntlet before a harsh kick to her head sent her flipping back and through the air with no control over her flight plan. She landed heavily, groaning as she felt blood trickle down her temple, zoning in and out, the sounds of the battle muting slightly as she lay on her back, her helmet flying open as she took deep gulps of air, blinking as the stars swam in front of her eyes. 
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Tony, meanwhile, had come to. He sat up, and saw that Thanos and Danvers were locked in combat, Danvers’ hands were both wrapped round Thanos’ left and Tony could see that he now had the gauntlet. He grimaced as Thanos went to head but the woman, but nothing. It simply bounced off the energy surrounding her, a shocked and almost frightened expression crossing Thanos’ face.
At that, Tony felt a glimmer of hope, maybe she was their secret weapon. The one in fourteen million, six-hundred and five that meant they were gonna win. As he watched she surged upwards, forcing Thanos to his knees but the Titan pulled the Power Stone out of the gauntlet and clutching it in his right hand he hit Danvers hard and she flew through the air, landing harshly.
With pure desperation, Tony turned to look at Strange who was watching him. The magician simply raised one finger, which was trembling slightly. Trembling, Tony assumed, because the one win he foresaw was now at risk. But as he looked at the man, Strange’s eyes filled with sadness and Tony realised that it wasn’t Carol he saw winning the battle after all.
It was him. 
Tony now understood completely. And he knew what he had to do.
***** With a heavy moan, Katie sat up, just in time to see Tony grappling with Thanos. With an angry cry she fired her suit up again and shot forwards, but as she did, Thanos cast aside her brother easily. She bore down on him, shooting her beams, using her boosters, a loud yell escaping her mouth as once more she powered everything she had into her firepower. FRIDAY yelled a warning as one of the Chitauri Leviathons came straight for her and she just managed to dodge it by flying sharply to the right, but was caught heavily by one of its fins and for the second time in as many minutes she was spiralling though the air with no control. The heads up display in her helmet flickered slightly and there was ringing in her ears mingled with FRIDAY’s desperate calls. The ground was rising fast to meet her but just in time she managed fire up her thrusters and right herself in the air. Spinning round she saw Tony knelt up, his helmet retracted as he stared at the Titan, who was leering down over him with a twisted grin on his face.
“I am inevitable.” It was the second time Katie had heard him say that, only this time, he rose his hand which bore the gauntlet.
Katie’s desperate scream echoed around her helmet, and before she could so much as move, the Titan snapped. But instead of the beams of light and the shaking of the ground that had happened when Bruce did it, there was nothing.
Katie’s face plate slid back, because the thought the displays were damaged, but her eyes widened as Thanos glanced down at his gauntlet. She realised at the same time he did that the stones were missing. And then, as if in slow motion, the pieces started to slot into place, both figuratively and mentally.
Tony knelt tall, the stones twirling round his hand. Lights circled his forearm and bicep and he let out a loud yell, the utter pain and power consuming him. It burned into every cell on his body and it took everything he had inside him to keep himself upright. This was it the end that he always knew he was going to meet. And strangely, he wasn’t scared. Not for him anyway, this was his destiny, the only way it would ever end.
“We’re in the Endgame now.”
Morgan’s face flashed across Tony’s mind, then Pepper’s, then his sister’s as his head fell back, the power surging up his arm and shoulder. Pulling his head up with an almighty wrench, his eyes locked on those belonging to Thanos and he could feel the stones vibrating on his gauntlet, humming, almost like they knew what was coming.
Maybe they did, because, from the look on Thanos’ face, he sure did.
Well, eat shit, you fucker!
Tony took a deep breath, before he spoke with the most conviction he could ever remember having, raising his fingers.
“And I…am…Iron Man.”
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 For a split second, Tony’s eyes flickered to his sister, who was watching the entire event unfold, paralysed in mid-air behind Thanos, her helmet retracted and mouth open in a silent scream. He gave her a soft smile as he concentrated hard on what he wanted to happen.
And then, he snapped his fingers.
The power surge made Tony collapse forward, his skin was burning and his throat felt like it was being closed off, and there was nothing but silence in his ears. He pushed himself to his feet, hand clutched to the arc reactor in his chest as he tried to speak into his coms, but the words wouldn’t come. Staggering a few feet, he stumbled to a large upturned piece of concrete laced with rebar before he fell down against it, hard.
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Steve, who had just got to his feet was aware of a bright flash of light and the vibrating of the ground underneath him and knew instantly that someone had snapped. He spun round in desperate hope it wasn’t Thanos, and then, as he saw one of the dog-like bearing down on him he braced himself, aiming a hard punch to its head. But he connected with nothing. He paused, his eyes widening, mouth falling open in shock as he watched Thanos’ army turn to dust all around the field and he realised that they’d won. It wasn’t Thanos who had snapped, it was one of them. With a relieved sigh, he wheeled around expecting to see Thor or Banner with the gauntlet, his mouth suddenly going dry as he realised the effect it had on Banner the last time but they were nowhere to be found.
And that was when he spotted his wife, deactivating her suit as she ran, scrambling over piles of concrete and stones to get to someone.
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Tony’s breathing was laboured and his eyes were fully wide when Katie finally reached him, grabbing his gauntlet clad hand.
“Tony, come on, look at me!” Her brother was dying, she realised that. But they’d won. And, as she looked at him, she knew he understood that too. Morgan, Pepper, Kiddo, Jamie, Emmy, Steve, their family were all safe. The world was safe. Tony tried to speak, and she knew he was trying to tell her it was okay, that he accepted what was happening, but his voice was merely a whisper.
“I…”
“Shhh, save your strength.” Katie gently placed her hand on the side of his head, down the cheek which wasn’t badly burnt and she was aware that someone had landed next to her. Rhodey dropped to his knee gently, his hand falling to Tony’s shoulder as he looked at his friend.
“Mr Stark?” Peter Parker landed between her and Rhodey. Katie turned her attention back to her brother as his head collapsed against the concrete, her vision blurring with tears as the kid continued to speak. “Hey Mr Stark, can you hear me? It’s Peter.” Tony’s face turned to the young man, a flash of recognition on his face as he tried to smile. “We won, Mr Stark” Peter took a shuddering breath. “We won, you did it Sir, we did it. I’m sorry, don’t….” He began to cry as Tony’s head lolled to the side and then Katie was aware of someone else behind them, gently pulling Peter up and away. Pepper crouched next to her right, gently squeezing Katie’s arm before she touched Tony on his shoulder, placing her other hand over the arc reactor on his chest.
“Hey,” She smiled said softly.
“Pep…” Tony managed to whisper as his hand fell on top of hers and Katie placed her own over his.
“FRIDAY?” Pepper spoke with a thick swallow, even though Katie knew there was no need to ask the AI. The stones had almost killed Thanos and Banner. Tony stood no chance. There was no way back.
“Life functions are critical,” the AI spoke and Katie bowed her head, her tears falling to the ground.
“Tony,” Pepper said softly, and Katie looked back at her brother, who was smiling up at his wife. Pepper gently smiled back, as he turned his head to his sister and she tried her hardest to keep it together.
“The stars,” he mumbled out, and Katie nodded choking back a sob as she gripped his hand tighter, finishing the saying for him.
“And back.” He voice was choked with tears and she reached up, wiping her face furiously.
Tony gave her a soft smile, as he turned back to Pepper who gently ran her hand up his arm. “We’re gonna be okay” she said, her voice soft as she glanced at Katie
“We all are.” Katie assured him, sniffing slightly.
His head lolled back once more and Pepper spoke gently, this time her voice cracked. “You can rest now.” Her hand brushed his hair back from his temple as he lay so still. For a second, Tony’s eyes glanced over Katie’s and she followed his eye-line to see Steve stood, stock still his face crumpled in sorrow. For a moment the two men locked eyes, Tony once more giving the faintest of smiles before his body slumped back against the surface behind him.  Pepper bowed her head as Katie glanced down at her hand, still over the top of Tony’s as the light went out in his chest.
He was gone.
Katie let out a soft sob as she removed her hand gently taking Tony’s with her. Kneeling up, she pressed her forehead against his, scrunching her face up against the physical pain that was brewing in her chest. Pepper leaned up to kiss his face as a silence fell around them, not one single sound coming from the battle field. Pepper dropped her head to Tony’s shoulder and then she too began to cry. Katie placed a soft kiss to her brother’s cheek, his skin still warm and then bowed her head, listening to Pepper’s sobs through the silence of her own.
Steve limped forward, dropping heavily to his knees besides his wife. “Katie…” He spoke softly as she turned to face him, his eyes were red and the dirt on the parts of his face visible under his helmet were interlined with the tracks his own tears had made. The two looked at each other for a second, before Katie’s face crumpled and Steve wrapped his arms around her as she buried her face into his chest, her small body shaking with silent sobs, hands fisting around the Kevlar of his uniform. Steve lay his cheek against her head, his own tears pouring down his face as he held her to him. His eyes scanned the immediate vicinity of the battle field and he saw Clint in the near distance, dropping to his knee, his head bowed, hand resting on his fist. In front of him T’challa did the same, then Carol, and then Bucky. Everyone around took the knee out of respect to their fallen warrior.  
It was Thor that broke the silence, but not by speaking. There was a huge rumble of thunder and Katie jumped, pulling back from Steve slightly, looking upwards as lighting flashed in the sky. The clouds that had descended with Thanos’ ship began to part slowly, a chink of the red sunset falling onto where Tony was sat, shards of light bouncing off his Iron Man suit.
Katie turned away from Steve and gently reached out with a shaking hand to close Tony’s eyes
“There, he could be sleeping.” She sniffed softly, her hand falling to Pepper’s shoulder. Pepper reached up and gripped it, almost painfully as she turned to her sister-in-law, her face streaming with tears. There was a moment’s pause before Katie wrapped her arms around her, gently stroking her hair.
“We should, we should move him.” Rhodey’s voice cracked. Taking a deep breath,  Steve pulled himself to his feet with a groan and he looked around.
“Has any of the compound survived?” He asked softly, wiping his face as Sam approached him.
“The Hangar area and the labs are totally gone, Cap.” Sam shook his ehad gently and Steve looked at him properly for the first time in five years “But some of the living quarters and part of the training facility seems to be okay.”
“Can we check it’s safe to house people?” Steve did what he did best, compartmentalised his feelings, parking for the time being as he shifted back into Captain mode. “We need to set up somewhere to treat the wounded.”
Sam nodded.
“I’ll come with you.” Rhodey offered before he looked at Steve. “I’ll get onto the Emergency Services and Ross too.” With that, Rhodey took off straight away whereas Sam remained where he was, his eyes fixed on Steve who gave him a weary smile.
“It’s good to see you, Sam.”
“Well like I said, when Captain America needs your help.”
There was a pause, before the two men hugged, clapping one another on the back.  Stepping back,  with a nod, Sam launched back into the air.
“I leave you for what, five minutes and you start another war?”
Steve spun round to see Bucky, watching him, a slight smile on his face.  For a moment, Steve stood still, just observing his friend before he rushed forward into a manly embrace, choking up once more.
“Jerk.” Steve gave a watery laugh as he stepped back, shaking his head.
“Punk.” Bucky retorted gently, before he looked down at Katie who was still knelt by her brother, her arm round Pepper. He gave a sigh and dropped his head.
“Sorry.” Bucky offered to Steve, not sure what else he could say.
Steve nodded, wiping his face as he glanced around, the Captain and the Sergeant both surveying the survivors. Banner was stood with Clint and TChalla, the three of them talking with their heads bowed. Clint reached out and patted Banner on the arm as the green man began walking towards where Steve was stood.
“Some of the living quarters are secure.” Rhodey spoke in Steve’s ear and he nodded.
“Okay, let’s set up some form of command centre, a triage maybe if we need it.” He took a deep breath and turned back to Katie as he dropped to his knee again, a little gentler than last time and he touched her shoulder.  
“Honey,” he spoke softly, wiping away the blood from her temple, “we can move Tony now, take him inside. That is if you’re ready.”
She turned to him, taking a deep breath she nodded. “Pep?”
Pepper gave a sniff and nodded as well.
“I’ll take him.” Banner spoke solemnly as he stepped forward. Katie watched as he picked up Tony’s limp body as easily as if it was a rag doll and set off walking through the rubble.
“I don���t want him to be alone.” Pepper spoke, looking at Katie, before she stood up and walked after Bruce.
Katie took a deep breath. She didn’t want to leave her brother either but she knew there was nothing more to be done for him, he was gone, and there were other people that needed their help. She turned to face Steve who was still knelt next to her. He reached out to gently cup her cheek with his hand, and it was then she noticed the bone-deep almost foot long gash down his forearm.
“Your arm.” She took his wrist in her hand and gently flipping it so she could look at it. “I’ll be fine.” He brushed off her concern.
Knowing better than to try and argue with him, she looked around and asked with a shaky voice. “Did anyone else…” “No.” Steve shook his head, instantly understanding. “There’s a few injuries but, everyone’s fine.” “Except Tony.” Katie’s breath caught in her thoat as the tears once more flooded from her eyes.  
“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” Steve’s voice cracked as he wrapped his arms round her and cradled her close, the pair of them lost in their grief for their fallen brother. *****
The night began to draw in.
Thanks to Rhodey, the Emergency services had swamped the area to begin a full clean up and treatment of the walking wounded. And there were so many people to greet, so many to thank, so fucking many. Once it was clear they were no longer needed, Strange transported everyone who needed to go back away, shaking Steve’s hand and informing Katie how sorry he was that there had been no other way to defeat Thanos.
But she wasn’t listening, Steve could see she’d gone into auto-pilot. And when she eventually told Steve she needed a break, he gave her cheek a soft kiss and watched her as she walked slowly into the compound, knowing full well that her breakdown would come later.
He continued to liaise with the military, speaking to Colonels, Captains, Commanders alike, but eventually he found himself alone, walking over the destroyed grounds, with absolutely no clue how he’d gotten there or how long he’d been there. All he knew was that it was dark, and quiet.
With a sigh and a glance down at his bandaged arm, Steve’s attention was caught by something shining in the beams of the searchlights that had been erected around the compound. As he looked harder, he noticed that it was a piece of his shield. Bending down, his fingers swept the dust and debris off the large piece of red, white and blue Vibranium. Picking it up, he swallowed slightly, remembering the horror and surprise he had felt as Thanos had hacked through it, as if it had been made of nothing but aluminium.
“So you met Danvers?” A familiar voice cut through his thoughts, shattering his peace.
Steve looked over his shoulder to see Fury stood behind him. He stood up and gave the man an exasperated look. “You were holding out on us.”
“In a fashion” Fury shrugged. “Code red only.”
Steve gave a snort, not in the least bit surprised.
“He’s a spy. Captain, he’s THE spy.” Tony said, gesticulating with his arms to make a point “His secrets have secrets.”
Steve looked down at the fractured piece of his shield which was held in his hand, before he glanced out over the now destroyed compound where the battle had been raging mere hours before and he shook his head.
“You know, all this, bringing everyone back,” he sighed heavily, “the victory kinda feels pyrrhic with losing Nat and Tony.”
“They both made their choices.” Fury sighed, softly. Both gave their lives for a cause they believed in.”
“Tony didn’t even want to do this, you know.” Steve shook his head. “He said no at first but I talked him into it.” “Since when did a Stark every do anything they didn’t wanna?” Fury turned to face Steve straight on. “He made a choice. As did Agent Romanoff. And you need to allow them the both the dignity of their choices by not blaming yourself. They clearly thought it was worth it.” With those words the Captain was catapulted way back in time to a conversation in a blown out London bar.
“You did everything you could. Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him?” Peggy asked and Steve looked at her, incredulously. Of course he did. She nodded and continued “Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He damn well must have thought you were worth it.”
“What?” Fury asked as Steve shook his head, a sad smile on his face.
“Nothing. You just reminded me of someone.” “I won’t ask.” Fury shrugged before he changed the subject. “I hear you and Nova have been busy these past five years. Couple of kids, huh?” Steve smiled as he looked at Fury, the thought of his children temporarily stemming the hollow feeling in his chest at the loss of his brother-in-law and friend. “Yeah.”
“Then you should go home. Be with them.”
“Is that an order?” Steve arched an eyebrow looking at him.
“You don’t work for you me anymore, you haven’t done for a long time, in fact I’m not sure you ever really did,” Fury smirked a little, “and I don’t think you never will again.”
He gave Steve a significant look, one which Steve instantly understood. This was Fury’s way of relieving him from his leadership of the Avengers.  It was symbolic more than anything because Steve didn’t need releasing from service at all. But this was closure. It was Fury’s promise to Steve that he would never be called upon to fight again if that was what he chose.
And he did choose. He was ready to quit. His fight was done. He had other priorities now, and everything they’d been through over the past few months had shown him that. Tony and Nat had both sacrificed their lives, so that he would keep his, and he wasn’t going to dishonour their memory by putting his family at risk ever again.
Steve looked down at his feet, before he glanced up at Fury, and held his hand out. “It’s been an honour,” he said, as Fury shook his hand, “but you’re right. It’s time for me to hang up my shield, for good this time.” He looked down at the broken metal in his hand, “well, what’s left of it.”
“Or you could pass it down.” Fury suggested as Steve looked back at him, snorting.
“I think Jamie is a bit too young, and Katie would murder me if I even-”
“I don’t mean to your son.” Fury cut Steve off, shaking his ehad. “But Captain America has been a symbol of hope for years. And that’s something the world is always gonna need Cap, regardless of who it is. So think about it, maybe there’s someone else worthy of that title and shield, broken or not.”
Steve watched, pondering his words, as Fury gave him a final nod, and turned back towards the destroyed buildings
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Chapter 58
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Missed You
Billy Russo x Reader
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It is Friday night and you’re waiting for your boyfriend Billy to come home. You hadn’t been able to spend some proper time with each other since you were both busy with work lately. He promised you to come home earlier today. You’re currently in the bathroom checking your makeup one last time when you hear Billy call out for you.
’’Y/N you home??’’ you hear his voice.
’’Yes’’ you reply and leave the bathroom only wearing your newest lingerie and one of his shirts.
’’There’s my girl’’ he says and licking his lips walking towards you.
’’Hey my love’’ you say before he grabs your jaw with his left hand bringing your lips to his.You wrap your arms around his waist brining his body closer to yours.
’’I missed you’’ he says after you pull away to get some air.
’’I missed you too Billy. ’’ you smile and start kissing his neck.
’’I love you Y/n so much.’’ you pull away to look in his eyes and all you see is love and adoration. 
’’I love you too babe.’’ 
’’You look so good in my clothes - better than I do to be honest. Have I ever told you that before?’’ he says and watches you with hungry eyes while licking his lips. 
’’You look so incredibly sexy baby. God what are you doing to me’’ he says and you notice the growing bulge in his pants. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist pressing your lips onto his. He carries you to your shared bedroom and towards the bed. Billy lays you down. You sit up and open his belt while he is undressing his upper body.
’’Looks like someone missed me Mr.  Russo.’’ you say smiling while stroking his dick through the material. Billy lets out a low moan. 
’’You have no fucking idea Y/N. I have been missing you like crazy.’’
You slowly take of his boxers finally freeing his throbbing dick. You can’t help but smile at the sight in front of you. He looks down at you and you smirk at him before you give all your attention to his erection. You give his tip a soft kisses.
’’Don’t be such a tease babygirl.’’ he says and his hands find their way automatically to your head grabbing your hair pulling them together into a ponytail. You look up to him one last time admiring his handsome face before before you slip his tip in between your lips before taking him deeper into your mouth. He lets out a low moan and you feel him shift under your touch. Your lips work their way up and down his shaft. He started to thrust forward meeting your face each time. You become more eager wanting to have all of him inside your mouth. You grab his thighs before taking him in all the way all. He lets out a loud moan. His big cock causes you to gag but you shrug it off and keep going finally hearing what you were longing for the entire time.
’’God baby. You are amazing. You take me so well babygirl. You’re so good to me. Fuck please don’t stop.’’ You feel his hard length twitch in your mouth and pull him out. You lick your lips and he wipes your mouth with his hand.You move back to the middle of the bed waiting for your man to join you. Shortly after that Billy is hovering over you. He smashes his lips onto yours slipping his tongue into your mouth. You feel one of his hand sliding down your upper body in between your legs stroking your clothed pussy gently. You moan into his mouth. He releases your lips before speaking up.
’’You’re already so wet for me - so ready to take me and I haven’t even touched you yet. Who made you this wet baby? Who?’’
’’You did Billy Russo. Only you can no one else.’’ you say looking into his eyes.
’’That’s right baby I did. You’re mine!’’ he says with his husky voice. You love when he gets this possessive. 
’’Hips up’’ he says before you do as you’re told and he frees your now dripping wet pussy. He throws your thong away while you get a rid of your bra. You lay down again and his hand goes straight to your throbbing heat. He lets his thumb glide over your clit before sliding 2 fingers inside of you. 
’’Fuck Billy - Faster please’’ you beg him and he fulfills your wish. Your moans get louder each time he thrusts into you. ’’I-I’m gonna cum please don’t stop’’ 
’’Cum for me baby girl. Show me the good girl you are and cum all over my fingers’’
Hearing those words leave his mouth is enough for you. Your walls clench around his fingers and you scream out his name.
’’God there is nothing more beautiful than seeing you cum undone Y/n’’ he says and pulls his fingers out of your pussy before sticking them into his mouth needing to test you. 
’’You taste so sweet baby I swear this is my favorite flavor.’’ 
He spreads your legs with his hand before kneeling down in-between of them. 
’’You ready for me Y/n?’’ he asks and you nod not trusting your voice right now.
He takes his cock in his hand stroking it before sliding the tip between your lips moving up and down.
’’I need you Billy please!’’ you beg. With one thrust his cock is buried inside you all the way. The both of you can’t help but moan out each others names after finally becoming one again. He starts trusting slow at first to make sure his girl is comfortable. Billy leans down and kisses you passionately sliding his tongue in your mouth. You grab his head pulling him closer. One he releases your lips you look at him and ask ’’Let me be on top of you?’’
He stops in his tracks pulling away from you. You can’t help but whine after he pulled himself out of you. He lays down and you swing your leg over his waist sitting on top of him. He strokes your thighs as you get in position and lower yourself on his length. You bring your hands down to his chest for support before you start moving. You quicken your pace needing to hear Billys moans.
’’God you take me so well baby. You feel so damn good around me. This is my pussy. This is where my cock belongs right Y/n?’’
’’Yes it’s your pussy yours alone Mr. Russo.’’ 
’’That’s right!’’
He sits up moving his lips to your right nipple sucking and nibbling on it while his other hand gabs your ass supporting your movement. Once he releases your right nipple he repeats his action showing your other breast the same love.
’’Fuck Billy you feel so good. I can’t believe I had to miss out on this cock for 2 weeks.’’
He lets go of your breast and says ’’Neither can I. Never again. I try to be home earlier. I don’t wanna go without you more than I have to’’.
After that he flips the both of you over so he’s on top of you again.
He quickens his pace and you can’t help but let out a scream every time he hits your spot. 
’’Tell me what you want Y/n. Huh? What do you need my love?’’  he asks with an unsteady voice.
’’Go faster - harder please I beg you’’ he grins and does as he’s told and you can’t help but scratch his back needing to hold onto him while he is pounding into you hard.
’’Fuck babe I’m gonna cum’’
’’Cum for me baby girl’’ he orders and you follow his order. Tears are forming in your eyes because of this unbelievable pleasure. You scream out his name never wanting this moment to end. He keeps pounding into you and you feel his cock starting to twitch.
’’Please cum inside of me. Fill me up Billy. I beg you.’’ with that being said he can’t hold back and empties himself inside of you covering your walls with his cum . He thrusts a few more times and kisses you before laying down on top of you trying not squash you under his weight. You wrap your arms around your man stoking his back while the both of you are trying to catch your breaths.
’’Shit this was amazing you were amazing. I love you Y/n’’
’’I agree babe. I love you too Billy so much.’’ you answer him. Once Billy breathing is back to normal he is trying to remove himself from you but you won have it. You wrap your legs around him stoping him in his movement. He gives you a questioning look.
’’I’m not ready to let go of you yet. I need to feel you inside of me just a little bit longer.’’ you say and he nods understanding. He flips you over so you’re on top of him and he wraps his arms around you giving you a kiss on the head.
You caress his chest while his fingers are moving up and down your back. The both of you are laying there enjoying the silence simply being happy to be in each others embrace again.
’’I’m off the pill Billy.’’ you say and look up to him.
’’I know and it’s okay.’’ he says and smiles.
’’So you knew and you still decided against the condom?’’ you say with wide eyes. You’re surprised since the two of you never talked about children before.
’’Yes. I love you Y/n. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. I never felt anything like this in my life before. You’re my endgame Y/n. I will make you Mrs. Russo one day I swear. Back to the whole condom thing. I wouldn’t mind having a little you or me running around. Whatever happens - happens. You end up pregnant I’ll be happy. If not that’s okay too. We have our whole life in font of us.’’
Saying you’re shocked is an understatement. When you met Billy 3 years ago you got to know him and learned about his way with woman. So him telling you about his feelings and that he wants to be with you - to be in a serious relationship with you came as a surprise. 
’’Babe I don’t know what to say.’’ you say trying to find the right words.
’’Forest I said something’’ he says shoving you off him trying to get off the bed but before he can you pull him back.
’’Stay Billy. Listen I want this too do you hear me. I want you William Russo , all of you. You can’t get a rid of me’’ you laugh.
’’I’m just surprised because we never talked about kids or marriage. When I met you you had a different women every time we met. I never saw you as a guy who would settle down. Now we’ve been together for 2 years. I’m happy Billy I really am. You make me happy. By the way Y/n Russo has a nice ring don’t you think?’’ you say.
’’Yes you’re right. I was quite the ladies man. Frank always takes about quality over quantity so when I really got to know you better I finally understood what he was talking about. I changed my ways for you , for us - for our future. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.’’ he says and you have to yawn.
’’Tired babygirl?’’
’’Yes you wore me out babe.’’ you say and lift the covers hoping he will get under with you.
’’Take a nap with me Billy?’’ you ask him sweetly and he lays down with you.
’’Only if I can have you again after we wake up’’ he smirks
’’As if I would deny it to you.’’ you say and cuddle into his chest. He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you and closes his eyes.
’’Night Y/n. I love you.’’
’’Nighty B. I love you too.’’ you say before drifting off to the dreamland.
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