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paint the town red - part ten

THE GREAT ADMIN WAR

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HUNGARY 2024

charles leclerc i'm sorry seb! you can't be mad at me.

sebastian vettel charles, you told the internet i had a crush on mark

charles leclerc but you did?

carlos sainz and you told them about his almost make-out with max.

ollie bearman we all saw that coming. i was around for mexico last year.

tony stark are you sleeping with the enemy leclerc?

charles leclerc no.

harley keener oh boy wait until this guy finds out who he is sleeping with

charles leclerc shut your fucking mouth keener!

tony stark i promised pepper i would stop being annoying

arthur leclerc WAIT- IS HE- OH MY GOD!

tony stark WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET FROM THAT?

ollie bearman OH MY GOD! HOW IS HE THE GENIUS?

bianca stark-potts oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.

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me & bae

for context, this is what he sent me at 7:30 in the morning.

carol danvers added one person

wanda maximoff so he's bae now?

bianca stark-potts no? yelena belova she loooves him

kamala khan oh my god this is the best day of my life.

yelena belova that is a child.

carol danvers kamala is not a child.

queen shuri how old is she?

kamala khan i'm 16!

riri williams by the way, who's bianca seeing?

queen shuri charles

riri williams HER DRIVER?

natasha romanoff now that i think about he is exactly her type.

pepper potts goofy? michelle jones will most likely blush when she calls him a pet name? wanda maximoff flirts with his childhood rival? queen shuri green eyes? natasha romanoff exactly.

bianca stark-potts when have i ever dated someone like him?

yelena belova SO YOU ARE DATING?!

bianca stark-potts NO STOP IT!

kamala khan but she likes him!

bianca stark-potts WHO LET THE CHILD IN HERE?

carol danvers i have never been this interested in someone's love life before.

kamala khan that's because you were in space for the longest time and are now dating an asgardian. carol danvers KAMALA! kamala khan i'm getting the feeling that no one knew that.

natasha romanoff WHAT? WHO?

bianca stark-potts 10 bucks it's valkyrie

carlos danvers 10 bucks bianca's dating charles but won't admit it because she's afraid that natasha and wanda will do what they did last time.

wanda maximoff it was something perfectly normal to do.

bianca stark-potts YOU BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE! natasha romanoff and he ended up cheating on you so really, no regrets.

michelle jones does charles know that harry was the one who gave you the dog? the same dog who loves charles very much and that charles adores?

kate bishop OSBORN?

bianca stark-potts not my brightest moment

kate bishop EVERYONE KNOWS OSBORN IS THE BIGGEST DICKHEAD AROUND!!

bianca stark-potts HE WASN'T A DICKHEAD WHEN WE FIRST STARTED DATING!!

kate bishop HE'S ALWAYS BEEN A DICKHEAD! HE JUST TRICKED YOU!

peter parker heeyy, guess what i just found out talking to red bull's media admin.

isaiah atkins peter if this another genius idea to wage war against the other teams i will tie you against our hospitality.

peter parker that is aggressive. but no bianca's going to hate this.

harley keener oh this is gonna be good.

peter parker guess who red bull invited to the next gp.

tony stark oh no. bianca stark-potts i knew this was going to bite me in the ass when carol brought him up.

charles leclerc what are we talking about?

harley keener oh boy, i can't wait to see how this one will go down.

bianca stark-potts HARLEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!

tony stark seriously hungary of all places? why not miami or monaco? hell texas or vegas would be a better place.

tony stark can't believe the dickhead said yes.

sebastian vettel what the hell is he upset about now?

peter parker oh it's great, bianca's ex boyfriend is attending the hungarian grand prix with red bull. peter parker the same one who gave her the dog we all know and love

bianca stark-potts PETER!!

ollie bearman i thought you said a friend gave you that?

harley keener oh it gets better. he asked her out with the dog as a gift.

charles leclerc oh.

charles leclerc would you look at that i suddenly have something to do with my brother.

arthur leclerc we do? charles leclerc yes we do

tony stark what's wrong with him?

sebastian vettel how do you not get it?

peter parker i'm also confused.

ollie bearman you're both hopeless.

ex-boyfriend huh?

harry and i dated but i never brought him up because he cheated on me. it's just- it's not important

he gave you a dog when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

i asked you out using a lightning mcqueen meme that you posted on your story.

and it was very adorable charles. i wouldn't change it for the world.

i'm not asking for you to do extravagant things like harry did. usually when he did them it meant he was cheating on me again.

a dog is not extravagant.

and what do you mean again?

it happened like four or five times each time with the same girl. the only reason i found out was because nat and wanda broke into his apartment.

they won’t do that to me right?

they might?

my apartment is a mess! they can’t break in with it like that!

glad to know those are your priorities.

are you kidding me, it’s black widow and the scarlet witch, they can’t see my messy apartment!

charles, it'll be fine. i doubt they'll break into your apartment.

but if they do?

they won't.

what if they do?

i'll talk to them.

bianca stark-potts

kamala khan that's so adorable.

michelle jones and they call this man a terror?

yelena belova he was a terror. i've seen the videos

natasha romanoff now i want to break into his apartment to see how messy it is.

wanda maximoff this is all the confirmation i needed to know that they are dating.

maria hill she warned him about you two breaking into his apartment. they're dating.

queen shuri i can't wait to see tony lose his shit over this.

riri williams i can should've seen this coming. he's exactly her type. america chavez you've been around less than me HOW DO YOU KNOW HER TYPE? riri williams i read the groupchat america!

hope van dyne i was in a meeting what did i miss?

hope van dyne OH MY GOD!! SCOTT OWES ME SO MUCH MONEY!!

bianca stark-potts YOU BET ON ME?

hope van dyne we bet that you would end up with a driver and we were right! scott thought it would be logan or lando. my money was on verstappen or charles.

alex albon all those in favor of max releasing the mad dutchman on this osborn guy

max verstappen why would i do that?

lando norris isn't it obvious? because she's dating the platonic love of your life

pierre gasly he's the platonic love of my life! yuki tsunoda do i mean nothing to you? pierre gasly yuki, no, it's not what it looks like!

george russell max just do as we ask! take him out!

oscar piastri as a date or murder? lando norris either works.

lando norris notice how he didn't argue that charles is the platonic love of his life.

max verstappen charles is not the platonic love of my life. it's daniel.

daniel ricciardo i'll take him out. i'll do it for vegas 2019!

charles leclerc NO! NO ONE TAKE HIM OUT!

charles leclerc WHAT'S THE FASTEST WAY TO CLEAN A MESSY APARTMENT?

pierre gasly WE'RE IN HUNGARY YOU IDIOT!

charles leclerc I AM IN DANGER OF IT GETTING BROKEN IN BY BLACK WIDOW AND THE SCARLET WITCH!! SOS!!

george russell WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?

carlos sainz according to harley it's ritual to do with all of bianca's boyfriends.

max verstappen wait what does that have to do with harry?

charles leclerc oh so he's harry now? max verstappen christian said i have to be nice to him. something about him being some good investor but i couldn't care less charles leclerc take him out. max verstappen and why should i do that charles? charles leclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME VERSTAPPEN!! HE- YOU KNOW- HE CHEATED ON BIANCA!! max verstappen and why is that important charlie? charles leclerc THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND YOU IDIOT! THAT'S WHY!

max verstappen BOOM! I WIN! PAY UP LOSERS!

pierre gasly NO YOU CALLED HIM CHARLIE! YOU CHEATED!

max verstappen I TOLD YOU LOSERS I COULD GET HIM TO CONFIRM THAT THEY WERE DATING!

charles leclerc YOU MADE A BET ON ME?

carlos sainz it's not fair, they didn't let me participate because i'm your teammate

oscar piastri can i let it be known that i didn't want anything to do with this?

logan sargeant LIAR! YOU WERE THE BOOKIE!

charles leclerc I TRUSTED YOU OSCAR!

oscar piastri it was either bookie or they were going to make me flirt with peter and figure out if he knew something.

daniel ricciardo i'm back what did i miss?

daniel ricciardo OH COME ON MAX GOT HIM TO SPILL THE BEANS BEFORE ME??

alex albon there is no getting in the way of lestappen daniel. it's time we accepted that. bianca should too if she's going to date charles.

charles sat in his room, frowning down at his phone nothing was worse than a 'we need to talk text.' his stomach currently felt like there were a million bees buzzing around in there. the knock at his door startled him and he rushed to open it, being met with the sight of of bianca. she smiled brightly at him, causing the bees to subside a bit.

"you wanted to talk?" charles asked. bianca noticed the scared expression on charles' face and her eyes widened, quickly understanding what charles thought there talk was going to about.

“no! this isn’t that kind of talk, i swear,” bianca quickly said.

“then what is it about?” charles questioned.

“can i come in?” charles nodded, stepping out of the doorway and opening the door wider, allowing her in. bianca gave him a slight smile, before moving to sit on the couch in his room. she sighed, “i owe you an explanation about harry.”

“no, you don’t,” charles said, as he sat next to her. bianca laid her head on his shoulder. charles intertwined their hands, “i do, and it’s the least i can do. besides, if i learned anything from that relationship it’s that honesty is always the way right thing to do.”

“okay,” charles whispered. bianca sighed again, “i met him at some charity event my dad was holding, when i was a little girl, before he was iron man. os corp was stark industries biggest rival, it still is. but somehow we were friends growing up.”

“romeo and juliet,” charles muttered. bianca laughed, “funny, my mom said the same thing. we- we didn’t start dating until we were 17, both of our dads were against it, but norman. norman saw it as an opportunity to show the public that he and my didn’t hate each other. i was a business opportunity to him.”

charles frowned, "that's not very nice of him."

"well he turned out to be a supervillain on another earth who hated peter. so fingers crossed he doesn't turn out like that here."

"what?"

"that's a wild story for another time," bianca explained, "but i loved harry. he was my first everything, except kiss. i lost that one in a game of truth or dare at a party when i was 13."

"hmm, i was kissed in front of a swing set when i was 9."

bianca laughed, "i loved him charlie, and he used it against me. the girl's name isn't important, although, she was very much aware that harry was in a relationship with me. the entire time we were together he was with her. 3 years of my life down the drain, wasted on someone who was never even worth it."

"i'm sorry chérie (dear) ," charles whispered as he hugged her, bianca burying her head in the crook of his neck, "you should've never gone through that with someone like him. maybe it was a good idea to convince max to take him out."

"like a date? or like murder?"

charles shrugged with one shoulder, "it doesn't matter, either works. although, i think kelly might be upset over the date one."

"and christian would upset when max ends up in prison for murder."

charles laughed and bianca giggled softly, "he's such a connard," charles said.

"i don't know what that means," bianca admitted.

"asshole. it means asshole."

"good," bianca said, "because he is one."

"we should- non c'est bête (no, it's stupid)," charles cut himself off. bianca pulled away from him, "no, what were you going to say?"

"it is dumb," charles said as he dismissed his own thoughts.

"it's not," bianca argued, "what is it?"

"we should- we should go somewhere over break. like as a couple. that is what we are no?"

bianca smiled widely at him, "yes we are, and we should. where are we going?"

"oh," charles said, surprised, "i did not think you would say yes. i have not thought that far ahead."

"it's okay. we can go anywhere. i don't mind."

"well i'm glad we are a couple because i accidentally told a few other drivers we were dating."

"charles, i called you bae, and wanda immediately caught on."

charles laughed and bianca smiled at him. she curled into him, laying her head on his chest. the stark-potts girl yawned, "can i take a nap?"

"yeah," charles whispered, "you can take a nap. i think i'll nap with you."

"i'd like that." bianca whispered as she closed her eyes.

SPA 2024

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il mio cuore, i do speak italian, despite what people think. (my heart)

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scuderiaferrari it's a rainy one here in spa but we're glad to end the first half of the season on such a high note. it's another double podium for the ferrari boys. see y'all after the break! next stop: zandvoort!

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username this has literally been the best mid season ending ferrari has had in who knows how long.

username LET'S GO FERRARI!

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harleykeener LET'S FUCKING GO!

↳ harleykeener is this what red bull felt like last year?

charles_leclerc that's caption is not written by peter and i know it.

↳ peterbparker ISAIAH GROUNDED ME AFTER THE INNOCENT WAR I WAGED!

↳ charles_leclerc at least he didn't tie you to the hospitality like he threatened.

redbullracing free peter! he did nothing wrong but have some fun!

mclaren free our boy! he did nothing wrong!

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username isaiah let our boy out of prison!

biancastark_potts and we've got another amazing half to go!!

joaquintorres can't believe i wake up so early to watch men go vroom in odd shapes.

↳ samwilson you're literally in the air force

↳ joaquintorres literally shut up samuel!

username this has been the highlight of the season besides charles winning monaco and carlos winning spain.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! okay, i needed to give bianca an ex but i could not be bothered to come up with a face claim or name for him so i just went with harry osborn. i know technically the osborn family doesn't exist in the main mcu universe but in my world they do. i also googled a fan cast for harry osborn and the most popular one was timothee so i went with him. please ignore any typos in this, i made this on no sleep because insomnia is a bitch.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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FLUORESENSITIVE TAGS' LIST, JANUARY 2024

sound and color: afro/slash hood futurism; missy elliot and sun-ra, janelle monae's archandroid and alice coltrane

i saw things i imagined: surrealism, color and texture, fantasy worlds

i am king: knights and quests, arthurian legends, joan of arc and brienne of tarth

the turning wheel: images n quotes that remind me of an ursula k le guin novel, images and quotes that remind me of spellling

dark and hungry roots: fae + goblins + creatures, they're in the woods and they want your name

she screams!: catch all horror tag, blood and guts and slashers

laughing before god does: a more specific gore and fleshy gross horror tag, inspired by cao hui

kate bush's wuthering heights: love so intense and passionate it extends beyond the grave; i hated him, i never loved him more; you want them dead, you want them beside you, you know,

one of those crazy girls: mad and bad women, women with murderous intent, final girls, whatever didn't kill her had better start running

ain't no grave: ghosts + hauntings + the absence of something is still a sort of presence

desperado: the yeehaw agenda, cowboys

age of pleasure: sensuality + black joy and pleasure

les fleurs: black girl cottagecore, flowers and frilly dresses, sunshine on brown skin

does the poison drip through?: family dynamics, siblings + parents + ancestral rot, you need a shovel to bury your brother, does your mother love you all the time

i who bend the tall grasses: angels and demons, religious ecstasy, a god who devours

fear not!: angels and saints, gabriel comes to you with a thousand eyes and a message

my skin my logo: black skin, brown skin, brown leather, black braids, black days! these are black owned things! black faith (can't be washed away, not even in that florida water!)

the black gothic: the hood, the church, and the holy grandmother's house. daughters of the dust and eve's bayou and the work of toni morrison, deana lawson and gordon parks

pure/honey: it's giving cunt, it's giving sex, it's giving ballroom and pearls, sequins and rhinestones, eleganza!

oh bondage up yours!: black punk + leather and studs

i been on: (tell me who gon take me off!) ostentatious displays of wealth, logomania + dapper dan, gold ass watch, gold ass rangs

not yet lost all our graces: succesion-core, old money, lace-edged socks and penny loafers, your daddy's rich and your ma's good-looking

this house is empty now: haunted houses + haunted places + empty houses

what the water gave me: mermaids, sirens, and things under the sea

put me back in it: tender, love and passion + sensuality + you're in love and you're gonna shout it from the roofs

geyser by mitski: longing, needing, yearning so hard it hurts your stomach and makes you ill

secret life of plants: nature tag!

commes de garcons: fashion tag, looks, i know that's not the french way to spell it.

the more general tags like 'on writing' and 'on horror' are pretty intuitive, but just in case.

on horror / on writing / on literature / on womanism / on blackness on sundays, she picked flowers / my writing /my mewdboards / my mixtapes / my collages / recs

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We Don't Talk Anymore (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: When words are no longer there between you and Wanda.

Warning: Angst, swearing words and a little some more angst :D

A/n: Hello! This is a spontaneous short angsty fic idea that was inspired by a song. I have been wanting to write angst so when i listened to this song again, i knew i gotta write it. haha. Some lines in this fic are from the lyric of the song. Surprisingly i got it done. I tried to write it a little different, with no dialogues at all. Let me know what you think! Enjoy the angst! Reblog and comments are highly appreciated!

Here is the song behind this fic:

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Wanda Maximoff, yes, that’s her name. To you, it’s a powerful name for one hell of an amazing woman. That name sticks to your mind and of course your heart. With just a mention of it, your heart would skip a beat and your lung forgot how to breathe.

You would do anything for her, literally. Why? Because she has your heart in her grip. You think about her all the time. A smile automatically shows up on your face everytime you think about how her voice sounds when she tells you that she loves you, or the sounds of her laughs.

You love Wanda. Yes, actually you overdose with everything about her. Her silky brown hair, her smile, even her pouty face. Not to mention her touches and her scents. 

You fell for her hard and it was the best thing ever happened to you. Well, at least that was what you thought at that time before you both broke up and it's such a shame that it was a messy break up in the beginning but both of you decided to stay civil and keep the friendship.

Well, the break up was a little over a year ago. In the beginning of the first few months after that, you and Wanda tried to keep in touch. Unfortunately, the efforts from both ends didn’t last long. It slowly died. Two of you don’t talk anymore.

You keep telling yourself that it was just all a game for Wanda and you think it would help you to get her out of your mind. Do you ever wonder how she is doing? Yes, of course you do but you are not proud of it. Not at all, especially after you heard from Tony that Wanda has found someone else. You know that person, it’s Vision, Tony's assistant.

You wish you would’ve known that you weren’t the love Wanda was looking for. Even after all this time you still wonder why you can’t move on just the way she did easily. Your mind is all over the place right now as you sip the whiskey you have at Yelena and Kate's wedding party.

When you heard that Wanda is coming too, part of you regretted that you came here. Your brain reminds you that you don’t want to know what kind of dress she is wearing or how she does her hair tonight. You wish that you could just leave but it’s your best friend’s wedding so you know that you wouldn’t get away with this. It’s a big party anyway, so you have less chances to bump into each other.

Well, turns out you were wrong. Half an hour after you mingled and talked with Kate, Yelena and Melina, you caught Wanda in the corner of your eyes. Of course, she comes with her new lover.

You stole a glance at her, so did she at you. She is wearing the red dress you gave her on the first valentine's day together. You always know that red is her color. You loved how the dress shows her curves. You can still feel the ghost of her lips when she kisses you a thank you after you gave her the dress. Oh her flawless hair. You remember exactly the smell of her shampoo.

Her soft green eyes warm your heart yet could stab it the same way cupid’s arrow strikes it when you fell for her for the first time.all over again every time she looks at you 

All these thoughts stop abruptly when you see Vision’s hand run down from her back to the curves of her waist. No, no, no. You don’t want to know if he holds onto her so tight the way you did before.

Wanda’s stomach did somersault and her heart flinched when gazes were locked for a few seconds. Her mouth falls slowly open a little. It’s the first time you two see each other again after the break up.

She sees how you smile to everybody else but her and she can’t complain, it’s the same to her. No matter how much her heart smiles, her face refuses to show it. Just like you, as much as she wants to know how you have been, but she tries to keep herself in place.

How everyone laughs around you, it reminds her how goofy you were and you always made her laugh with your antics and jokes. All of that leads to more and more memories. How romantic you were, how you would do anything for her.

Every now and then, Wanda thought you might want her to show up at your door but she was too afraid that she was wrong.

Then Natasha comes into her sight. Seeing the red hair excitedly come to you and kiss you on the lips while your hand touches her hips, proves to her that she was wrong. You wouldn't want her to show up out of the blue. In her mind, you are over her and all the sweet things you two had.

Being ex-girlfriends to each other when being in the same circle of friends is not that easy. Everybody knows how messy the break up was and they are all aware that you two are not talking anymore but nobody wants to bring anything up about it. Wanda also has her own little bird that told her about you. She heard from Pietro that you and Natasha are seeing each other now.

Oh it wasn’t easy for the brunette to hear when Pietro told her about you and Natasha.

Wanda doesn't want to know if you look into Natasha's eyes or if she holds onto you so tight the way Wanda did before but she knows all she can do now is just hoping that Natasha knows how to love you like she does or kisses you the way you like it.

Just like you, she overdoses everything about you and now she can't get you out of her mind.

You thought that one stolen glance that got caught with hers was the only thing you have to handle tonight and you were proud to yourself that you are doing well fighting it subconsciously but boy oh boy, you were wrong again. So damn wrong.

Your eyes refuse to let go of Wanda from your sight. You are slowly sinking into a quicksand of memories and feelings. The more you fight, the more you lose. All the words around you from Yelena, Kate, Natasha and somebody else gradually turn into a muffled sound. Good thing nobody noticed that you are out of it now.

Your body tenses up to ward off shaking, your legs weaken. Questions and thoughts start to bounce around in your mind. Why did Wanda choose to wear that dress and do the hair the way you like it? Was it on purpose? She still looks beautiful as always, just like on that first Valentine’s day night.

Does she still have feelings for you? Fuck, no. no. no. You don’t want to know that. Wanda moved on and stopped talking to you so easily. She dates Vision a few months after the breakup. Even though there’s no rule for how long exactly after a breakup that you can date again, to you it was too early but who cares? Apparently Wanda didn’t, so why should you? And that's a good enough reason for you to move on too.

You are with Natasha now. You look at the red-haired girl next to you and smile.

Your heart wrenched when you take another quick look at Wanda only to find that she is looking at you with those warm loveable jade eyes. She is standing alone while Vision is busy talking with Tony and Steve. Embarrassment stirred in you because she caught you staring at her. Is it even staring when you only look at her for a few seconds?

Wanda is as conflicted as you are right now. She feels tightness in her chest. She mindlessly tightens her grips around her cocktail glass when she sees Natasha hold your hand and her other hand rubs your inner lower arm as if she is showing everybody that you are hers.

She sees you smile at Natasha again. Her mood plummeted.

Both of you let out a gaze that ping-pongs and avoids direct eye contact every now and then yet keep wanting to look at each other. It feels awkward but it still feels like a drop of rain on the desert.

Her fingers get colder, not from her cocktails but from all of the rush of feelings that she can’t even describe. Wanda knows she was at fault in the past that made the last piece of strings that kept your relationship all together for a while finally broken.

She tried to keep in touch with you but she thought that you didn’t want to and you were just doing it for your friendship with Pietro. Little did she know, you wanted her to stay in your life but you felt the same misunderstanding Wanda thought.

You swallow the lump of sadness and Wanda sees your jaw clenched. She knows that you do that whenever you are feeling upset or discomfort. You feel like time has stopped. Your heartbeat seems to slow down momentarily. Her thoughts spin. Your mind is focusing inward.

Wanda’s thought is a hundred miles an hour right now, dredging up everything that happened in the past. Her lungs constrict for a few seconds, making it hard for her to breathe.

She misses you. Do you? Without a doubt, you are in denial for that matter. Her feet mindlessly start walking towards you and to her surprise, she sees you take your steps to her. Her heartbeat tripled in speed, she could’ve sworn she could hear it.

You are a nervous wreck right now. You are going to be closer and closer to your ex-girlfriend in a few more steps after this long time. You don’t even know what you feel? Excited? Hurt? Angry? Are you going to be defeated by your own feelings? Do you really want to go to her? Should you ask if she is happy with Vision? No, definitely not that. Are you kidding? You are strong enough not to ask her that, you gotta be strong.

Words scatter around in her head. She is thinking what to say to you. Just a simple Hi? I miss you? I’m sorry?

Gosh, everything happens so fast yet feels like slow motions. The short distance between you and Wanda seems like hundreds of miles away.

This is it, she is a step away from you but you don’t cease your steps. You walk past her, continue your steps to the bar. Wanda didn't stop either. The fact that you keep walking, it felt like a knife to her heart and it plunged her to despair.

Both of you are internally broken and falling apart. A soft long shaky sigh comes out of your lips.

Disappointment sagged through both of you. Wanda’s and your feet feel heavy as you two walk. Pain claws onto your heart. Wanda puts a fake smile at the brides to cover how she really feels right now. At the same time, you are trying your best putting on a poker face and averting your eyes from her because you know how bad you are to hide your emotion.

Deep down, you and Wanda wish that you still talked but things happened and now you both regret that you stopped talking.

A/n: Welp, that's it for today! Let me know what you think. I'm gonna work on the requests i got now. Follow me for more!

Cheerio!

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[yelenasdiary]

Kate Bishop x Reader! deaf. Kate talks a lot but thinks the reader hates her because every time she tries to strike up a conversation the reader seems to ignore her.

Talking Too Fast

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Deaf! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Kate is unaware that you can’t understand what she’s saying, instead she thinks you dislike her

 | 1.1K | No Warnings | 

AC: I hope this is okay – I don’t know a lot about how people who are deaf communicate besides using sign and lip reading. 

You were sitting in the compound kitchen enjoying your lunch when Clint walked in with a young woman you’d never seen before. She had long dark hair, honey like eyes and a cute little smile that she threw your way. Returning the smile, you then continued eating your lunch while reading a book you’d brought online. Clint waved to you before your attention was drawn back to your book, completely unaware of what was happening behind you. 

“I have to go do some mission reports, help yourself to anything in the kitchen, make yourself at home and when I’m done, we’ll go do some training like we spoke about” Clint grabbed a fresh coffee. 

“How long will you be?” Kate asked

“An hour or two, I have a couple things piled up. If you need anything, Y/n over there will be happy to help” Clint replied completely forgetting to inform Kate that you were deaf and communicate through sign language. Clint rushed out of the kitchen, waving goodbye to you but your head was buried into your book you didn’t notice he’d left. 

Kate looked around the kitchen before grabbing herself a bottle of water and a banana before walking over to the dining table and sitting a seat away from you. Again, you didn’t notice her presence and continued to finish your sandwich, turning to the next page of your book. 

“I’m Kate” Kate smiled, “what are you reading?” she asked. 

Her question didn’t faze you; you didn’t even look up from your book or make any effort to reply. 

“Okay…uhm, Clint said you’d be happy to help me if I needed anything… do you know where the bathroom is?” she asked. You reached for your drink, only looking up from your page to make sure you wouldn’t spill it, only even did you notice the dark-haired woman sitting at the table with you. You smiled softly to her, she looked confused at you for a second, “do you know where the bathroom is? Clint said you’d help if needed” she asked once more. She spoke a little too fast for you to read her lips, a frown formed at your eyebrows as she spoke once more. 

“I’m guessing you might not understand English. That’s cool, what do you speak? Oh wait, uhm” she went on, trying to use her hands to gesture she needed the toilet but that still made no sense to you, instead you just gave her another polite smile and returned to your book. 

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The next day, you were outside enjoying the summer sun when Kate came up beside you, completely unaware she was there once again. 

“Hey” Kate said with a smile and a wave. You looked to your side, your eyes connecting with her deep honey eyes that the sun kissed perfectly, you waved back with a smile before you walked down to the garden where a park bench sat surrounded by plenty of different coloured flowers. 

“It’s a lovely day, isn’t it” Kate said to herself as she watched you walk away from her. 

You weren’t an Avenger, but you were able to help the team in other ways, you worked closely with Tony on building things and making sure the team had everything they needed. 

Kate made her way down to you and sat next to you, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin, she was determined to get to know you. “So, you like to read and what else? What’s your hidden talent?” she asked, her lips moving too fast once again, causing you to frown once again. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you…it’s just Clint is busy again and Yelena is busy with Natasha, you seem to be by yourself a lot so I thought maybe we could get to know one another” 

You couldn’t help but frown more as you tried to read her fast moving lips. Kate sighed when you didn’t respond, “I’m sorry for bothering you” she stood up, you walked her walk back inside before you had a chance to try and explain you were deaf. 

“What’s up with you?” Yelena asked Kate who was slumped down on the sofa with a pout. 

“Clint is busy and left me with Y/n again, who let me just say, hates me!” Kate explained, Yelena looked confused, “hates you? What are you talking about?” Yelena asked. 

“I’ve tried talking to them and they just ignore me, yesterday I asked where the bathroom was, and they just kept reading their book and gave me a weird look. And just before, I was out in the garden with them, asking what they did, and they just frowned at me” Kate explains. 

“Kate Bishop, Y/n doesn’t hate you, they just don’t understand what you’re saying”

“I didn’t need you to point that out. What language does she speak?” 

“Kate, she’s deaf. She uses sign language” Yelena points out. 

“Oh” Kate replied nothing feeling bad for thinking you hated her.

“Knowing you, you probably spoke a little too fast for her to be able to read your lips, hence why she frowned at you” 

“Now I feel so horrible!” 

“Don’t! I’m sure it’s fine. Is she still in the garden?” Yelena asked, looking out the window.

“I think so” 

“Come, I’ll introduce you to her. I don’t know why Clint didn’t do that in the first place” she explains. 

You were reading your book again, still enjoying the fresh hair and warm sun when Yelena’s hand slowly lowered your book, causing you to look up at her and the dark hair woman. 

Yelena smiled at you softly before signing *Y/n, this is Kate* 

A smile formed on your lips as you signed back, *Hello, Kate, I am Y/n* you looked to her. 

“She said, Hello Kate, I’m Y/n” Yelena looked to Kate. 

“Can you show me out to say nice to meet you?” Kate asked Yelena who showed her the basics of signing. 

“Can you tell her I’m sorry I wasn’t aware”

Yelena signed the situation to you which caused you to smile bigger. 

*I tried to understand her lips, but she speaks too fast*

“Yeah, I told you, you speak too fast” Yelena chuckled to Kate. 

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The following day you saw Kate enjoying a cup of coffee by herself, she smiled when she saw you and waved. You returned the smile and placed a “Learn Sign” book in front of her with a posted note that read, “I can teach you” with a little smiley face. 

“I would like that” Kate spoke slightly slower for you to read her lips.

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#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #yelena belova #hawkeye #marvel #fanfiction

[drurrito]

the way things change

a/n: buying myself some more time with this piece

summary: Reader tries to enjoy their first birthday in retirement.

warnings: cursing, the basic (?) concept of time

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You rolled over and groaned with a stretch that made your whole body vibrate. The sun hissed at your back to wake up, a beam poked your eye as you flipped over. You finally opened your eyes when you felt Natasha’s fingertips feather over your stomach and up to your neck.

“Happy Birthday, love,” she pulled your face close and peppered it with kisses. You sighed comically loud and yanked her flush against you without warning. She squealed, you laughed.

“Happy Birthday to me,” you say, voice muffled against Natasha’s skin.

“So,” Natasha said in a breathy tone. She traced her fingers along your chest and the muscles in your abdomen, “what do you want to do today?”

You watched her prop herself up with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Well,” you started to lean up towards her lips, “I can think of a few things,” you pressed your lips to hers. She grazed her nails against your scalp and you shivered. You tried to push her down onto her back but she was a lot faster and straddled your hips instead. You leaned back with the dopiest grin on your face. Natasha ground down ever so slightly and scraped her nails down your abdomen. She smiled when a pleased grunt escaped your lips. You gave her thighs a squeeze when the doorbell rang.

“What the fuck,” you flop your head back down onto the pillow with a whine when Natasha got off of you.

“I got it, big baby,” she teased before padding down to the door. You didn’t move, not even when the bed bounced from a body slamming into it.

“Happy Birthday!” Tony sang into your ear. You gave him a big shove and he fell off the bed with a yelp. Natasha giggled in the doorway and sauntered over to the bed. She sat by your feet and gave your leg a squeeze. Tony busied himself with going through your closet.

“Get up and get ready,” Tony said, he flung a pair of boxers at you.

“You’re not picking my birthday outfit,” you grumbled and got up to take over the closet with another shove to his back.

“Where are we going?”

“Breakfast, after all these years, I know better than to take you somewhere on an empty stomach,” Tony hopped onto the bed next to Natasha and she gave him a look that would have made anyone fly across the room in fear. He stayed put.

“Make sure you look decent for pictures,” Tony added with a pointed finger at your back. You scoffed over your shoulder at him.

“The whole team coming?”

“Yup.”

You hummed into the closet and finally pulled out your favorite pants and shirt. Birthdays are a big deal for you. Always have been. It was important to you that your day went off without a hitch. It was easier to be grateful for those birthdays that came around when you were in the thick of your career. You never knew if it would be your last.

“Hurry up, I’ll be downstairs. Liho!” Tony called out for your cat and made a funny noise with his lips. You chuckled and shrugged your shirt on with a shake of your head. ----------------

Breakfast was at Tony’s house, the entire team was there to greet you when you walked out onto the patio.

“Happy Birthday, y/n,” Steve greeted you with a hug. One by one, you made your way around the table to greet everyone. You smiled when you got to Kate.

“Happy Birthday, Mrs. Romanoff,” she extended a hand for you to shake but you pulled her in for a hug instead.

“You’ve been stuck in enough tight spaces and hellish scenarios with me to call me by my first name, Kate.”

You felt her nervously nod against your shoulder, you laughed.

“A toast!” Tony raised his glass, “to me for providing this amazing view and good food for our second oldest living relic.”

“Asshole,” you hissed with a grin, Tony winked at you and Steve. Natasha laughed into your side and patted your chest to soothe you.

“Seriously, cheers to the Birthday girl, my best friend, and one of Earth’s mightiest heroes, y/n,” everyone cheered while glasses clinked. You wished for nothing more than to savor this moment that made your heart feel so full.

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Breakfast was full of conversations and stories that would make any normal person blush. You were caught up in Thor recounting one of his adventures when you saw someone in the corner of your eye take a seat.

“Happy Birthday, y/n,” you heard Fury say.

“Not very happy if you’re here on official business, Fury,” you replied. You heard him snort and watched him reach for a glass of orange juice and a croissant.

“That’s why I came after you ate, softens the blow, don’t you think?”

“Nope,” you snapped and took another bite out of your toast. Natasha rubbed your back when you threw the rest of it down onto your plate.

“As my present to you, I made sure it was something quick. You’ll be back to blow out your Birthday candles.”

“Maybe I’ll wish for a real retirement,” you grumbled, Natasha pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek as you stood. Your eyes softened when they landed on her.

“Do I get to pick my partners?”

“Just two,” Fury held up two fingers.

“Perfect. Tash, Tony, let’s roll.”

“Pepper said I can’t go, dishes,” Tony gestured to the whole table and stuffed his face with a muffin.

“Do you even know how to wash dishes, Tony?” Pepper said much to Tony’s dismay. He gave you a sheepish look when he saw you do your infamous head tilt, brows fully furrowed.

“Alright, I’m going,” his movements were slow like he was stuck in a cage with a starved lion, “I just have to take a whiz.”

“Me too, I’ll come with,” you followed after him, ignoring his annoyed groans.

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“Tony, you got eyes on the target?” you said into your comms.

“Not yet, he should be here any minute now,” Tony replied.

Your eyes scanned the lobby. You saw Natasha leaning against a pillar dressed in a little black dress by the piano.

“Happy birthday to me, indeed,” you smiled when you saw Natasha roll her eyes across the room.

“Easy there, cowboy, you’ll blow our cover if you start howling,” she chided.

“Don’t tempt me, I should be on a boat bloated from good food and cheap beer, not some stuffy hotel in Chicago,” you huffed, Natasha shot you a look and you gave an unapologetic shrug.

“He’s here, you’re on, Romanoff,” Tony said, your attention turned back to a small group of men that entered the lobby. They were headed towards the bar and after a few beats, Natasha followed. Tony walked over to the front desk and you watched him work his magic on the bellhop.

“Got the key, penthouse.”

“Of course,” you drawled. You tapped your fingers against the cool leather of your armchair, waiting was the worst part.

“I’m gonna go take a peek-” you got up from your chair with a grunt. You ignored Tony’s huffing and made your way to the bar. You could see Natasha already working at the target. His chest is puffed out, arms swung wide at his sides when he walked. His voice was a little too boisterous and he sure as hell liked to touch.

“Is that your type?” Natasha cocked an eyebrow while she kept the target talking. You smirked before you ducked back out into the lobby.

“I could totally bench press him into next year,” you sighed and eased back into the chair.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the loud crackling and creaking coming from those rusty elbows of yours.”

“Bite me, Stark,” you caught Natasha walking out with the target. They made their way up the stairs, his hand just above her ass.

“He knows you’re my present to unwrap, right?” you laughed when Natasha managed to give you the finger behind his back.

You settled back into the chair, “okay, we’re on in five.” ———————— The mission was in fact, a quick one. You barely broke a sweat by the time the three of you were able to get what you came for.

Easy missions like that proved to be dangerous. You had a lot of time to reminisce and reflect on your time as an Avenger while you waited for the action.

When you finally made your way up to the penthouse to make the extraction, your chest panged with nostalgia and a feeling of loss. You missed this. You never wanted to stop doing what you did best.

It only took a little more convincing to get the target to relent quickly as a birthday present. You dangled him over the balcony and it took all of 2 minutes for him to give everything up.

“It’s a classic tactic,” you leaned back in your seat. Tony snorted from the cockpit while Natasha shook her head. You liked to be aggressive from the jump, it saved you a lot of meaningless talk and games that your targets liked to play. Natasha was a lot more patient, she waited until the right moment to strike. Together, your chemistry was unmatched, good luck to anyone who tried to replicate it.

Tony was like you, always barged in with guns blazing. The first mission you went on with him ended with you both fist bumping from your beds in the medical wing. Natasha hated letting you go on missions with just him. He matched your chaotic energy while she balanced you out. You honestly could have picked anybody on the team to come along for this mission. You meshed so well with everyone.

It just wouldn’t feel the way it does now as you watched Natasha and Tony argue about where to take you for your birthday dinner.

“I’ll get a head count and call for a table,” Natasha said as she stepped off the jet. Tony followed behind her. You took your time getting out and heaved a sigh when you finally stepped off the quinjet.

You dragged yourself up to the compound and through the doors. You hadn’t been there for a while. You lived in a home with Natasha over an hour away from here. You don’t share walls or common spaces with more than one person at a time anymore. You don’t have training sessions just a few floors below you every morning. You don’t have team outings or movie nights anymore. You don’t live amongst your friends anymore.

Things have changed, you wished so badly they hadn't.

“Natasha?” you called out, no answer. You walked through the hall and looked for your wife.

“Natasha?” you called out again, standing outside a briefing room.

“One sec,” she finally replied somewhere amongst the doors and halls, “I’m still on the phone.”

“Agent Romanoff,” Fury interrupted.

“What now?” you threw your head back with a groan.

“I need another favor from you,” Fury turned to head down another hall, looking back to make sure you were following.

“You’re joking.”

“No,” he turned away and kept walking.

“Fine,” you muttered.

You followed him down a few halls, he turned into the common room, it was dark. Even the shades were pulled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be brief,” he flicked on the lights and the entire team stood just beyond the door.

“Surprise!” They cheered. You jumped a little but recovered quickly with a wide, warm smile. Fury clapped a hand over your shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze.

“Happy Birthday, y/n,” he slipped into line with the rest of your friends while Tony brought out a cake that was decorated with little action figures of you and your team.

The entire room began to sing to you. You felt tears prick at your eyes. Natasha leaned into your side and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You were overwhelmed with a warmth that you only knew during your time as an Avenger.

The cake was being cut and you excused yourself with two plates in your hand. Fury was leaning against the balcony when you found him. You handed him a slice.

“Thank you,” he said.

“You couldn’t have sent me on a golf trip instead? You had to pull me in for a real mission?”

“I figured you wouldn’t be opposed to reliving your glory days once last time,” he said with a mouthful of cake.

“Natasha said something to you, didn’t she?”

“She mentioned you were having trouble enjoying retirement,” Fury shoves another forkful in his mouth. You frowned. It was Natasha’s idea to retire together. Your plan was to always be an Avenger until you were dragged off kicking and screaming. You went quietly, at first.

She would find you flitting about the compound like a ghost with unfinished business. You spent a lot of time in the training room. You trained with Kate, Sam, Steve, anyone who would give you an excuse to stick around.

One night Natasha found you sleeping in your old room. You were curled up with the photo album full of photos from your career, beginning to end.

Letting go of your time as an Avenger was the hardest thing you have yet to do.

You snorted and took a drink from your glass, “I wanted to keep doing this until I just couldn’t anymore.”

Fury barked out a laugh you didn’t know could come from a man like him, ‘I know, you’ve been stubborn from the start.”

“Can’t say no to her, though,” you glanced into the kitchen. Natasha stood next to Tony who picked at the slice of cake in her hands. She caught your eye and winked at you in a way that still made your cheeks burn a brilliant shade of pink.

“I’d do anything she asked of me.”

“Except retire?”

You don't respond, just clenching your jaw. You looked away from Natasha and out into the garden below.

“I’m trying,” you confess, your gaze fixed on a bed of daffodils hidden behind an alley of shrubs. You shook your head and turned to Fury. He never pitied you before, and he wasn’t about to start now.

“The world is always going to need heroes,” he reached out to squeeze your shoulder, “you won’t be the last, but you will be one to remember.”

You felt your body tense for a breath when Fury pulls you in for a hug. You hugged him back, what an interesting birthday it has been.

“You can rest easy knowing the next generation of heroes have such a fine example to follow.”

“I’m retiring, not dying, Nick.”

You pull back to see the same unamused face he’s given you for so many years.

Fury left you on the patio with a sigh. You poked around the cake still on your plate and didn’t notice Natasha approach you.

“You okay, love?” She cupped your face and watched your pupils explode with the same vigor and love reserved for her since day one.

“I’m good, honest,” you tried to lie to yourself. Your hands covered hers so you could press gentle kisses to her palms. She laughed, it made your body tingly and warm.

“Come on, your loyal subjects are waiting for you,” Natasha pulled you inside, your brooding would have to wait a little longer. It is your birthday, after all. ----------------

“You bought me a yacht!” you stared incredulously at the tablet in your hands.

“Correction, I bought you and Natasha a yacht,” Tony said with a smug grin. The room groaned.

“Great, that makes us feel better about our presents,” Steve complained.

“Think of it as a birthday-slash-true retirement present,” Tony ignored Steve, “we should take it for a spin this weekend!”

You opened your mouth to solidify plans but Pepper pulled Tony away to have a talk about his spending habits. You watched him go with a laugh.

The sun had set and some teammates began to disperse. You felt a twinge of sadness settle in your gut when you realized they weren’t just going to their rooms at the compound. This place wasn’t their home anymore, it wasn’t yours either.

You sat around the fire pit with the few remaining guests. Kate was recounting her latest mission. You recognized the twinkle in her eye as the same one you once had.

“Sounds like you’re getting on just fine as the newest Avenger,” Steve remarked.

“I learned from the best,” Kate smiled and raised her beer bottle in your direction. You flashed her a smile.

“Y/n’s a grump but she’s the best grump!” Tony slurred and threw an arm around your neck.

“Y’all remembered the one time she rode that big ugly alien thing like a mechanical bull?” Tony ruffled your hair.

“She made it look too easy,” Steve added.

“You know you had no business diving headfirst into the most batshit situations, right?” Sam poked a finger in your direction, your smug grin said everything.

“Can’t beat that rush, felt good to tell death to suck it all those times,” you mumbled into your glass.

“Now you got a new hip and enough aches and pains to last several lifetimes,” Tony joked, you shot him a look that made him cower behind Pepper in jest.

“Tough talk for someone who needs a second pair of new knees,” you countered.

“Touche,” he threw his hands up in defeat and you both shared a laugh.

“Well, it’s way past my bedtime,” Steve grunted. He walked over to give you a hug before he left. Time ticked on and your teammates continued to dwindle down until it was just a few of you.

“I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself and lumbered over to the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror for a few beats, you’re a little buzzed. It got harder to keep your thoughts at bay.

Your brain was holding you hostage, you couldn’t go back to the fire pit in your state. You felt your legs move at an undead-pace towards the training room. Your hands were wrapped and ready shortly after.

You started in on the heavy bag. Punch after punch, shot after shot.

You couldn’t accept that this is all over.

You couldn’t accept no longer being an Avenger.

You couldn’t think about a future beyond living in the compound, riding on the quinjet to missions, running away from exploding buildings and going toe-to-toe with monsters and gods alike.

It terrified you.

“Hey, sailor,” you turned around. Your wife leaned against the doorway. She listened to the sound of your breath trying to catch. She watched the way your chest heaved. You looked like a kid trying to cram herself into her old, favorite clothes. She should have told you a long time ago that you’ve outgrown this room.

“Why don’t you give that bag some reprieve?” She sauntered over to you. You met her halfway. She pulled out a towel to wipe your forehead first. Then her hands glided down to pick up yours. They were bruised and bloody, you never noticed until now.

“Idiot,” she scolded and pulled you towards the first aid room. You stayed silent while she floated around the room to gather things and patched you up. She finished dressing your wounds with a kiss on your knuckles that made you shiver.

“M’sorry,” you said lowly.

“It’s okay, you’re grieving,” she stood up to cup your face. You leaned into her touch while she raked her nails through your hair. You don’t feel the throbbing in your chest for now.

“Grieving?” you sounded less than amused.

"Yes, baby, grieving,” Natasha's fingers continued to play in your hair, “we grieve for everything that we lose, not just people.”

You hummed against her chest and let the silence wash over you both for a moment or two.

“I hate retirement.”

“I know, baby.”

You breathed her in while you wiped your face against her shirt. You didn’t want her to catch the tears that escaped your eyes. She pretended not to notice.

“This day came a lot sooner than I thought it would,” you finally admitted.

“Time works like that sometimes, dove.”

“Time is a little bitch,” you grumbled against her cleavage. You could feel the rumble of her laughter.

“It’s not all bad, you know,” Natasha peeled you off her chest. She pulled you over to the showers and wordlessly motioned for you to strip.

“I think you’re just saying that,” you said as you rinsed the sweat from your eyes.

“Time is inevitable,” she started, “but that doesn’t have to always be a bad thing.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you said under your breath, you didn’t want to leave your pity party just yet.

“Of course I’m right,” she sang and handed you a towel when you stepped out.

“This chapter of your life has to close at some point,” Natasha took another towel and dried your hair off.

“I know,” you confessed so quietly but the realization shook your bones with a fervor you weren’t familiar with. Natasha stopped her movements and lifted your chin with a finger.

“I know you’re scared,” she kissed your nose, then your lips.

“You’ve led an extraordinary life, it doesn’t stop here.”

You took a shuddered breath in and heaved it out against her neck. She held you for a minute, stroking your hair.

“You’re not doing this alone, we’re right here with you.” She soothed.

“Thank you,” you sniffled, “I love you.”

The sight of you when Natasha pulled back to look at you just broke her heart. You looked exhausted. Your shoulders drooped in defeat. There wasn’t any more fight left in you, for once.

“I love you too,” she smiled. “Come on, let’s get you back upstairs,” She said, and with a gentle pull on your arm, you followed her and didn’t look back.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #retired!reader #works #this isn't in the same universe fyi #I wrote this a while ago (on my birthday smh) #also past tense is not my forte wtf

[bloomingflowersthings]

Playing pretend

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x daughter!reader

age: 8

Summary: today was meant to be a very fun day for you, however when you wake up sick you try to hide it from your mama

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Today was your favorite day of the week. It was lab day with Tony. None of the other avengers would want to spend a whole day locked in a lab with a genius, but you were also a genius. At the age of 8 you had earned your space in the avengers compound as a child progidy. You were even designing your very own suit. Nothing could go wrong today.

Except for the fact that you got sick. You woke up chilled to the bone, feeling like there was a block of cement in your sinuses and with an annoying tingle in your nose that made you want to-

“Hih’tiishiew!” you sneezed down your hands.

No, you couldn’t just miss lab day. Maybe if you put some makeup on Tony wouldn’t notice, maybe if you stifled your sneezes and coughs, maybe if no one touched your skin. Yeah, it couldn’t be that hard right?

“Miss L/N, Miss Maximoff requires your presence in the compound kitchen, your breakfast is ready.” Friday announced.

Oh crap. Wanda was your mentor and mother figure ever since you moved to the avengers compound at the age of 3, she was your mama and she loved you so much. She could understand what you were thinking without you needing to say it. Not because of her powers, she would never read your mind without permission, but because of the deep connection you two shared. So hiding the fact that you were sick from Tony was easy, however hiding it from Wanda would be difficult.

“FRIDAY? Tell mama i’m on my way- H’tsschoo! Hhup’tshiew!”

“Bless you, miss L/N. Your body temperature is currently at 38.4. I believe miss Maximoff should be alerted of your condition.”

“No Friday! i’ll be alright!! please don’t tell her!”

Hurrying up you put on your clothes, blew your nose and put on a little makeup, you were looking far from healthy, but it was better than nothing.

Entering the elevator you encountered Kate who was headed to training. The young archer was like a big sister for you and she immediately picked up that something was off.

“Good morning kitten, are you heading for breakfast?” Kate asked, joy clear in her words as she spoke to you.

“Yeah.” you said, lacking your usual bubbly energy.

“Well, a birdie told me that today is lab day, so you must be excited right?” She said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun.” You answered bluntly.

Kate was about to point out how congested you sounded when you suddenly ducked your head in your elbow to contain a set of sneezes.

“Bless you Y/N! are you feeli-“

“Never better!! gotta go! bye Katie have a good day!”

Just as she was about to feel your forehead the door to the elevator opened. You knew she was just worried about you, but nothing could make you lay down today.

Entering the kitchen you got surprised by the fact that your mama had made you waffles. They were your favorite and she only made them on special days.

“Good morning detka, did you sleep well?”

“Good morning mama, is there something special today?”

“Well, you were so excited for your lab day that I decided to make you a little treat, did you like it?”

“Yes mama!! thank you so much!!”

While you were excited because of the waffles, you almost didn’t notice Wanda approaching you, and when you did noticed it was too late. Your fever clouded brain wasn’t fast enough to avoid the kiss on the cheek that she gave you every morning.

As soon as her lips touched your warm cheek, the smile Wanda had on soon turned into a frown and you knew there was no turning back now.

“Baby, you feel warm, are you feeling okay?”

You tried to answer properly however, your nose had other plans.

“I feel fi -Hh- fine -Hh’k-tshhiew! Heh’iiishiew! Hh..H..HHitsshiew!”

“Bless you Y/N!” She exclaimed, worry clear in her tone as she spoke, “I think you’re getting sick honey, I’m afraid we’re gonna have to postpone your day with Tony.”

“You’re overreacting! I’m fine!!” While trying to prove Wanda that you weren’t sick, your breath got caught in your throat, sending you into a harsh coughing fit.

“Calm down baby, just breathe.” Wanda began rubbing circles on your back. She could feel your lungs rattling with every cough.

As your fit ended, the witch looked deep into your eyes, a loving look that showed affection. “Y/N, I know how excited you were. I know you had plans for today and that you don’t want to cancel them. However, we need to get you feeling better, because you’re not gonna have much fun if you’re feeling yucky the whole time right?”

At the mentioning of canceling your plans, you could already feel tears pricking your eyes. “But mama, I can go! i’m not feeling that bad I swe-“ Your body betrayed you once more as you sneezed twice on your elbow, the action bringing another coughing fit.

With a swift of her hand, Wanda gave you a cup of water while rubbing your back. “Shh, drink it slowly detka.” As your coughing subsided she finally reached out to feel your forehead, feeling your raging fever.

“Jesus Y/N, you’re burning up love! please just lay down for me.”

“But I really wanted to go…” you said, your voice trembling both because of your emotions, and because of your chills.

“I understand your frustration. You can go once you’re feeling better. C’mon, i’m going to take care of you.” Wanda spoke tenderly. She effortlessly picked you up and your exhaustion made you lay your head on her shoulder.

Exiting the kitchen you both stumbled across Kate, who interrupted her training and came to check up on you.

“I think she’s got a cold, but she’ll be alright.” Wanda explained to the archer. “Call me if you need any help!” Kate offered, and you knew she would drop everything to take care of you. Luckily, all of the avengers loved and protected you and you felt safe around them.

In your hazy state, you only noticed you weren’t in your room when your mama placed you in her bed. “That’s your room.” You said with your already hoarse voice. “Yes baby, it’s going to be easier to take care of you here.” Wanda answered while rummaging in the bathroom looking for some medicine and a thermometer.

Retrieving everything she needed, Wanda walked back into the room only to find you in your adorable pre sneeze expression. Your breath hitched for a second before your body gave in to the itch, “Hh’tshh! Hh’itshhiew!”

“Can I say bless you now? I didn’t want to interrupt you.” She joked, her tone softening as she approached you, gently moving the hair which had fallen infront of your face and offering you some tissues.

You blew your nose and cleaned your hands before Wanda spoke: “I really need to take your temperature and give you some medicine, can you help me with that?” you nodded slowly, rubbing your eyes. Mama pressed a kiss to your temples as she slid the thermometer under your tongue.

It was only a minute before the device beeped. Reading the tiny numbers Wanda frowned, “39.2, that’s a bit too high, detka.”

you hummed, not really absorbing what was being said to you. The witch gave you a cup of Nyquil and some paracetamol before tucking you under the duvet and laying by your side.

As she massaged your scalp, you found that you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, before you gave in to your exhaustion you got closer to Wanda. “I love you mama, thank you for taking care of me.” you said as you closed your eyelids.

Giving one more kiss to your forehead, the witch answered: “I love you baby, mama will always take care of you.”

#sickfic #snzfic #wanda maximoff x sick!reader #wanda maximoff sickfic #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x child!reader

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 7

Previous Chapter // Master List 

Warning: religious trauma, mention of an exorcism, reader needs a hug 

Word Count: 2.5 

Kate groaned as America climbed over the couch and kicked her. “Sorry,” she said, getting comfortable under the throw blanket. 

“You could sit on the couch like a normal person,” America smiled at the archer. 

“I’m not a normal person.” The teen said. Kate rolled her eyes. 

“Don’t I know it.” Yelena sat down next to Kate with a bowl of caramel popcorn. The Black said it was the perfect movie snack, a little sweet and salty. It was movie night and all the Young Avengers as Tony called them gathered (the ones that were in the tower) on Peter’s floor. The Young Avengers plus Ned and Mj but they were at the tower so much no one batted an eye when they were walking the hall. 

“What are we feeling like?” Ned asked, flipping through the various streaming services. 

“Action,” MJ suggested, unwrapping a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and threw it in that air, catching it in her mouth. The Black Widow groaned. 

“We see enough action as is.” It was true. Besides whenever they did watch an action movie, the Avengers found themself critiquing the fight scenes instead of watching it for the plot. 

“Musical?” Peter suggested. America shook her head. 

“We just watched Hairspray.” Kate sighed, throwing her head back. 

“Horror,” her friends looked at one another and no one objected. “Put on The Conjuring.” Ned nodded, queuing up the movie. 

“Wait!” America yelled. The sudden sound caused Ned to jump and drop the remote. It landed on the ground with a crash. The back opened and the batteries scattered to the ground. “Opps. Sorry Ned.”

“It’s no biggie. Just gave me a small heart attack.” He and Peter began to look for the batteries. 

“Why the sudden outburst, Lil Liberty,” America rolled her eyes at the nickname. 

“Should we invite Y/n?” She asked. The mention of the newest addition to the tower made everyone freeze. 

“Mr. Stark said she had a rough day.” Peter said. She had a bad day because of Stark, Kate thought. But she did seem in a better mood at dinner. “Do you think she’d want to join us?” The archer shrugged. 

“Can’t hurt to ask,” Kate stood up. “I’ll go ask.” She shoved some popcorn in her mouth before heading off to her floor. The worst that could happen was she said no. She felt horrible for the teen today. When Natasha came back telling everyone she ran away, Kate felt her stomach drop. It was like she was on a rollercoaster, going up and down and up and down. Even FRIDAY didn’t even know where she went so they were required to find her the old fashion way, search known places she would likely visit. In the end, Kate was glad she was home. 

*

You were placing the few books you owned on the bookshelf you and Tony built. To anyone that walked into your room, it looked like a normal bookshelf. But the bookshelf had FRIDAY’s interface built into it which was connected to an app on your phone. It could keep track of what books you had to prevent double buying and it kept the progress of each book you were reading. “Kate Bishop is at your door,” The AI said. 

“Thank you, FRIDAY.” You said, putting on your gloves and walking to the door. “Hi,” you greeted as you opened the door. 

“Hey, how are you?” She asked. 

“Pretty good actually.” You answered honestly. Kate smiled. 

“Good, a bunch of us are watching a movie and we are wondering if you want to join us?” Your eyes went wide. 

“You want me to join you guys,” she nodded. “Why?” The question seemed to startle the brunette in front of you. 

“Because you are our friend and friends invite friends to hang out.” Oh. That made sense. “So, do you want to hang out?” You nodded with a smile. 

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You stepped out of your room and closed the door behind you. “Who's going to be there?” You asked, following Kate to the elevator.

“It’s on Peter’s floor,” you haven’t seen the excited teen since that night you ran into him. “So it’s him, his girlfriend, MJ, and his friend, Ned.” You nodded, if they were anything like Peter it was going to be a long night. “Then me, Yelena, and America.”

“Cool.” You said, rubbing your hands on your shorts. You were a little nervous, a little excited. It was a weird feeling running through you. The metal doors opened and Kate stepped onto Peter’s floor. 

“MJ, Ned met Y/n, Y/n met the other people that aren’t Avengers but are here all the time.” You gave them a small wave. MJ rolled her eyes at Kate’s jab.

“Your life would be colorless without me in it.” You smiled, sitting down in the empty space between Kate and America. 

“Hi again Peter.” He seemed surprise that you remembered him. He waved. 

“Do you want some popcorn?” Yelena asked, passing a bowl to you. You looked into the bowl. 

“What is that?” You’ve had popcorn before. At special events at Lucia’s store, she had a popcorn machine. This wasn’t popcorn. 

“It’s caramel popcorn,” the Russian said. “Instead of butter, they use caramel.” Oh. You’ve had caramel, sometimes Annie would drizzle it on your hot chocolate. You picked up a piece and ate it. It was delicious. 

“That’s really good.” You said, taking a few more pieces. 

“Have you had a Reese’s?” MJ asked you. You shook your head. She tossed you an unopened candy. Chocolate and peanut butter. “You aren’t allergic, are you?”

“No..” You said slowly. 

“That did not sound convincing,” Ned laughed. You smiled, opening the candy. You weren’t allergic to peanut butter. A peanut butter sandwich was a staple in your childhood, it was a food you lived on. 

“This is my favorite,” MJ tossed you another one. 

“Try this.” Peter handed you a red candy. Licorice, it read. 

“If you like this I’ll be amazed.” America said. You opened the candy and smelt it. It was sweet. You took a tentative bite and your face scrunched up at your distaste of it. The group laughed. 

“That’s not good,” You swallowed the piece in your mouth and Yelena handed you a bottle of water. 

“Enough with the sweets or she’s going to be sick.” Yelena said. “Let’s start the movie.”

“We are watching a horror film,” America whispered to you. “Is that okay?” You nodded as Ned pressed play. Horror wasn’t a genre you gravitated towards but you’ve read your fair share of horror novels. Stephen King. Shirley Jackson. Your favorite was The Shining. 

The movie began to play. The ominous music filled the quiet floor. The couples around you began to cuddle up with each other. You didn’t miss the way Ned gagged. You could count the number of movies you’ve seen on one hand. Movies were available at Lucia’s bookstore and the shelters you visited but movies weren’t your thing. “See always trust a dog.” Yelena mumbled. You chuckled. It was different from watching a story play out on screen then in your head. You didn’t dislike it, it was just different. The movie was scary as it followed a married couple trying to help a big family with a paranormal problem. You enjoyed. You made a mental night to check the horror books the tower had. The genre was interesting. 

But it took a turn. Ed had to perform an exorcism on the mother to rid the demon that possessed her. You kept your eyes glued to the screen as the familiar Latin phrases were chanted in the room. You dug your fingers into your palm to keep you grounded, to stay in the room. It was so hard to keep your mind on the movie and not when your parents dragged you to the church. They forced you on your knees as the Latin phrases were screamed at you. Excorizamute, omnis immundus … omins legio diabolic  … Humilione sub potent…

“That was an actual scary horror movie.” Ned said once the credits started rolling. 

“That clapping bit was freaky!” Peter said. You agreed that part made you jump. 

“There are a few more movies we can watch the second one.” Kate said. “Did you like it?” She asked you. You nodded. 

“It was good. A little inaccurate.” You added. 

“Isn’t it based on a true story?” MJ questioned. You shrugged, playing with a string from the blanket America was using. 

“What was not accurate about it?” America asked. You didn’t answer right away. You should have just kept your mouth shut. 

“Exorcisms,” you said. “They usually happen at a holy place like a church not a house.” You sighed. “They are a last resort. Most people start with medication if no improvement is made then a priest is brought in.” You explained. The group was silent. 

“How do you know that?” Yelena asked slowly like she was afraid to know the answer. 

“My parents were really religious,” you kept the truth locked deep inside you. “Let’s start the second movie.” You said desperately trying to get the attention off of you. Ned looked around the group, no one said anything. He took the silence as confirmation to start the second film. You sat back with your arms crossed. You caught America sending you a smile. You forced a smile back. 

*

“That was weird, right?” Kate asked as she pulled back the covers of the bed. Yelena stepped out of the bathroom, brushing her hair. Kate tapped the spot in front of her and the Black Widow sat down in front of her girlfriend, her back to Kate’s front. The archer took the brush and began to brush the blonde hair. It was a red flag when the young girl began to talk about exorcisms like she’s had first hand experience on the matter. Yelena sighed, enjoying the feeling of Kate’s hands braiding her hair. 

“It was worrying,” Yelena finally said. “I’ll talk to Natasha about it tomorrow,” Yelena heard Kate sigh. “What is it, dorogoy?” The Russian asked, turning to face her. 

“I just worry about her. It seems everyday we learn something more heartbreaking.” Kate gently pushed on Yelena’s shoulder for her to look forward. 

“We’ll keep her safe,” Yelena said. “She’s not alone anymore.” The Russian felt Kate’s lips press a soft kiss on her shoulder. Yelena knew they couldn’t keep her safe from her mind. 

*

Yelena woke up early. She untangled herself from Kate and left her room. She found her sister on the couch, typing at her laptop. “Are you not going for a run?” Yelena asked, as she sat down next to her. Natasha shook her head. 

“I have to get this done for Maria.” She answered, not taking her eyes away from the screen. 

“So do you have time to talk?” Natasha immediately closed her laptop and gave Yelena her full attention. The blonde was grateful for this time with her sister. For years the two Russian sisters were separated but now they were back together. She knew her life could be incredibly different. 

“What’s going on?” Yelena looked toward Y/n’s door. 

“What do you know about her parents?” She asked. Natasha looked at her sister, trying to decode the real reason she asked. 

“Not much,” The redhead answered. “We found an article that may have been about her family.” Yelena raised her eyebrows. 

“May have?” She questioned. 

“FRIDAY found no record of her existing, not even a birth certificate. The article said a fire killed them and it appears that she may have been in the house but survived.” Natasha explained. “Her father was a priest, a popular one. What is this about?”

“It was movie night and we watched The Conjuring. At the end of the movie there was an exorcism. She said she enjoyed the movie but said the exorcism part was not accurate,” she watched the realization wash over her sister. It was haunting. Her voice was so clear and so unlike any other time she’s spoken. “Siestra, the way she talked about it made it seem like she’s been so close to one.” Natasha didn’t say anything as she let what Yelena said sit with her. 

“I’ll talk to her,” the older Black Widow stood up. “Her parents are dead, they can’t hurt her anymore.” Yelena wasn’t so sure about that. The blonde grabbed her sister’s arm, stopping her. 

“We all know that death doesn’t erase the pain.” Yelena was referring to the man behind the Red Room. He was dead. The Red Room fell from the sky. It was over, done, and young girls were safe. But the memories were still there. Natasha grabbed her hand. 

“You are right. But death is finite and the pain can begin to heal.”

*

You were startled to see Natasha when you opened your door. “Hi.” You said. She gave you a smile. 

“Where are you off to this morning?” She asked. 

“Oh I was going to go see Annie. I barely said two words to her yesterday.” You told the Black Widow. “Is that okay?” You added. You were going to tell someone just so they knew you didn’t run away. 

“Of course it is. Can we talk? It won’t take long.” You nodded, stepping out of the way so she could enter your room. You kept the door open and sat at the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?” Natasha asked, sitting down next to you. You looked at the red head. 

“I’m fine.” You said. She didn’t say anything waiting for you to continue. You were fine. It was the truth. Besides.. “Is this about last night?” You asked. You shouldn’t have said anything but your mind was scattered therefore you didn’t have time to process the consequences of what you were saying. You just spoke. 

“Yelena said you said something that worried her.” You sighed. “You can talk about your parents if you need to.” 

“They died in a fire,” you told her. “What more needs to be said?” You asked. 

“Just because someone that hurt you is dead doesn't erase the pain they caused.” Your heart began to pound. The organ was beating against your ribs. Thud. Thud. Thud. 

“I don’t think I’m ready to tell you about them,” you answered honestly. To tell them about your parents and your brother would mean you would need to tell them what you are, what you are capable of. You looked at Natasha and you weren’t surprised to see a smile. 

“When are you ready we’ll be here to listen,” she stood up. “Tell Annie we all say hi.” 

“I will.” She left your room. You fell on your back staring up at the ceiling. You let the beating of your heart settle down. You didn’t know how to talk about your parents. Wasn’t the point of a mom and dad to love their child? To keep them safe. To protect them. They didn’t do that for you. You wished they did, your life would be so different if they just loved you.

#lightning bug #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wandanat #wandnat x daughter reader #wandnat x reader! daughter #wandnat x reader #America Chavez #america chavez x reader #yelena belova x kate bishop #peter parker x mj #ned leeds #yelena belova #Kate Bishop #peter park #michelle jones #peter parker x michelle jones #Marvel AU #marvel fanfiction

[bitchyglitterfox]

One Last Dance - Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Warning: sadness, love, friends to lovers, death,

Hundreds of eyes in the room but yours found mine

I asked you to dance and by chance our hands intertwined

What lasted for minutes seemed like eternity

I had no clue this one dance would lead you to me

It was one of Stark's infamous parties, you were leaning against a wall idling sipping champagne. Your eyes travel around the room of hundreds when you make eye contact with beautiful pools of sapphire. You smile over your glass. You and Steve had more than friends but never acted upon it---type of relationship. It was all flirting, innuendo and light barely there touches.

Your smiles widens as you see him come closer to you, soon he's standing shoulder to shoulder to you.

"How are you this evening Mr America." You giggle, the effects of the champagne slowly getting to you.

"Well I saw a pretty little thing over here and just wanted to ask if she would care to dance with me" he says, extending his hand out to you.

You place your hand in his as you both head towards the dance floor. You intertwined your hand with his as you sway to the soft song playing. You smile at each other, nothing else matters at this moment; it's just him and you. You both lean in, your lips meeting in a chaste kiss, so much love and wanting. What felt like eternity was only a few moments, you were pulled out of your thoughts when the song changed to an upbeat one.

You smile at one another and keep your hands locked while you begin walking towards the sleeping quarters away from the party.

Hundreds of friends in the room and you're dressed in white

You walk down the aisle and I smile to know that you're mine

We cheers our champagne and wait for our song to begin

The band starts to play and you ask me to dance once again

Steve smiles as he stands at the altar, Bucky and Sam to his left while Wanda and Kate are already there waiting smiling as all of them watch you come down the aisle on Tony's arm. You are in a gorgeous white dress, you found it vintage at the thrift store but you made it your own. All eyes on you but you only see Steve. It's crazy how far the both of you have come since that night four years ago at Tony's party.

"You bring joy to his life, a light has been brought back into his eyes that I haven’t seen since the 40s, so Y/n thank you for bringing that back to him and I wish you both nothing but happiness and luck” Bucky finishes his best man speech as he raises his glass, everyone cheers as they raise their own champagne flutes. As you finish the speeches the band you’ve hired begins to start a song you and Steve dubbed your song, time after time by Cyndi Lauper. You have the times of your lives, friends and family here to show they love and support you. You both couldn’t be happier.

Fifty-nine years have gone by since you said yes

Even now in your hospital bed you still look your best

We might be old but there's still one thing we can do

Put on a song, let's pretend to dance round the room

Fifty-nine years have come and gone since you said yes to his proposal, you’ve watched your children grow up and have seen them have their own children. Not too long ago you were invited to welcome your great grandchildren into the world. Now comes the hard part of life, aging. You had an accident, a little spill you told Steve, just a small fall. However the ever dotting husband took you to the hospital where it was much more than just a simple fall. You give Steve that same smile you gave him that night he finally kissed you at Starks party.

“Come here lover, put on some music and let us pretend that we’re dancing, just like we had at our wedding,”

“You look as beautiful as you did on our wedding day my dear,” he smiles back at you as he places his own aged hand on top of yours. You look at him with such love and he looks back at you as though you had hand picked each star that shines in the sky. For a second it’s as though you’ve gone back in time and are your young selves again.

Thirty-five hours have gone by since your last breath

Memories of dancing with you are all I have left

Just a few seconds before it's my time to go

Hello my god and my love at last I am home

Steve hasn’t left your shared bed since you took your last breath almost a day and a half ago. Your children and grandchildren are in your home helping him with the preparations for your funeral. It hurts too much, sixty-three years of memories flash before his eyes. He can still hear your laugh in his head as he holds your pillow. Fresh tears fall from his cheeks as he see you. His best girl, his Y/n. You have your arms open for him and so he joins you.

“At last I am home,” he smiles as takes his last breaths.

A/n: I'm literally sobbing 😭 like if I took a picture rn yall would see my tear streaked face.

I love this song so much, it reminds me of my own grandparents love story in so many ways.

#bitchyglitterfox writes #captain america x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #chris evans characters #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel studios #avengers #avengers x reader

[strangercarla]

Polaroids - Pietro x Y/N ft The Avengers and Guardians

When a heatwave approaches normal people go to the beach or the park, however, the avengers and guardians were trapped inside the blazing hot compound for a meeting with Fury. The heat blazed through the windows, causing groans amongst the team.  

“Look, I know it is hot and sweaty in here, but we need to discuss the latest mission.” Fury said, clearly annoyed at the team.  

“We should be out of here in half an hour.” However, the meeting was taken over by Tony which annoyed Steve, as well as everyone else and the meeting lasted for over two hours. After those two hours, Fury finally made his point, and the meeting was over.  

Y/N sighed in relief and left the meeting room, making her way to the kitchen. She made herself an iced coffee and parked herself onto the stools on the island table. The young avenger took out her phone and scrolled through her TikTok.  

Steve walked into the kitchen holding an old, dusty box and put it onto the table where Y/N was sitting. She arched an eyebrow, looking down at the object.  

“Y/N, remember when we were talking about polaroid cameras, and you told me you always wanted one, but your parents said it was a waste of money?” 

She nodded.  

“Well, I was sorting through some of my belongings that were salvaged by Fury, and I found my polaroid camera!”  

Her eyes lit up at her friend. “No way, can I have a look?”  

Steve smiled, “Never mind looking, no, it’s yours now.”  

“Are you serious?” Her eyes widened.  

“Of course, you can have a play around with it if you like?”  

She carefully opened the box and held the vintage camera, admiring every detail.  

“Steve, you are the sweetest thank you so much!” 

As Steve and Y/N continued their conversation about his camera, Bucky walked over to the pair. He looked at the camera Y/N was holding and smiled.  

“Man, I haven’t seen a camera like that since the 40s, where did you find it?”  

“Steve gave it to me!”  

“I cannot believe after all those years he still had hold of it, it’s in great condition too.”  

It meant a lot that Steve gave her the camera, she always had a passion for photography. And as she is a sentimental person, she uses her passion for photography to take photographs of her friends.  

“I’ll put it away in my room, I don’t want it lying around the compound.”  

She walked down the hallway to her bedroom, running into Pietro on the way. He gave her a quick smile before leaving in the opposite direction that caused Y/N’s cheeks to heat up. 

She entered her room, about to place the camera on her shelf she noticed there was no film. She frowned, placing the camera down and grabbed her bag to head into town.  

 

The heat only got worse which caused a fuss amongst the team. Handheld fans were scattered around the place as well as bottles of water.  

“Can we please stop leaving bottles of water unintended? I don’t know which bottle belongs to who!”  

A chorus of “sorry” and “my bads” filled the room, Steve groaned. Tony entered the compound and noticed the mess and snickered.  

“Well, well, well looks like Cap is making one big mess.” He ignored his comment and made his way into the kitchen.  

Tony spoke up again, following behind. “Instead of boiling away in this toaster oven, how about we have a barbeque? I mean we’re done with work for the day, we have nothing better to do.”  

“Sounds like a plan. I will round up the gang.”  

After Steve informed every one of the plans, there was a shift in the atmosphere. 

Y/N returned to the compound, clearly happy with herself as she found film for her camera. She made her way to the living room and found some of her friends taking things out of the freezers and fridge.  

“What’s going on?”  

“Steve and Tony told us we are having a barbeque!” Kate shouted.  

As Yelena and Steve love to cook they took it upon themselves to prepare the food whilst Y/N, Natasha, Kate and Peter took out plates of snacks, fruits and the drinks. Y/N had a plate of strawberries and had “secretly” snuck two.  

“Stop eating the strawberries.” Natasha playfully glared at Y/N.  

“I can’t help it they are delicious.”  

The four placed the items onto numerous picnic blankets that Wanda and Pietro laid out. Pietro reached out for a strawberry, but Nat slapped his hand away.  

Eventually everyone settled down and enjoyed a lot of delicious food, chatting, laughing and playing games. After, in Peter’s words the picnic-barbeque extravaganza, the group split off to do their own things.  

Some of the guys and Gamora decided to have a game of football whilst Loki read his book, Quill was listening to his Walkman and the rest of the girls decided to play around with Y/N’s polaroid camera that Steve gifted her.  

“I want to take more pictures of you guys.” Y/N said, turning her camera to Mantis, squealing in excitement. “You look so cute!”  

Mantis smiled and posed for the camera, and with a flash the polaroid printed. Mantis looked at the blank photograph and frowned. “Where am I?”  

“It takes a little bit to develop.” Y/N gently shook the polaroid.  

The girls continued to take photographs of everyone and everything and pointed the camera at Pietro playing football. She blushed and took the photo of her friend. Pietro noticed and snuck behind her.  

“You didn’t see that coming? Oh, that is a great, am I that handsome you had to take a picture?”  

He teased Y/N a lot, and this was just another perfect opportunity for him to do so. This was his shameless way to show his intertest with his friend, however he believes she is not seeing it that way but just as friendly banter.  

“No, I just thought I’d take it to warn girls of how unattractive you are.” Pietro scoffed playfully.  

This was a lie; in fact, this was the biggest lie Y/N had ever said. He was attractive, so attractive that she cannot bring herself to make eye contact with him for so long, so attractive that it feels as though her heart is about to combust from her chest.  

“Pietro, are you up for another game?!” Clint shouted.  

“I’ll be right there!”  

Y/N turned her attention back to her camera and smiled at the girls.  

“Anyone else want to have a play?” 

Wanda grinned at Y/N, knowing her true feelings for her twin brother.  

  

The sun began to set, and the air got colder, one by one people went inside, except Y/N. She decided to take more photographs. She began to shiver as the tempter dropped more, but she was determined to stay outside as long as possible.  

What she didn’t know is that Pietro was watching her from his bedroom window, his heart was pounding, his cheeks burnt red. What he didn’t realise was his sister walking into the room.  

“Tell her Pietro.”  

He jumped. “Wanda!”  

“Tell her how you feel.” She pushed. “I know you like her.” 

He sighed. “But she doesn’t like me.”  

“And how do you know that?”  

“Wanda, isn’t it obvious? She only sees me as a friend.” He ran a hand through his hair.  

Wanda placed her hand on her brother's shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. “Trust me, I know that she feels the same way.”  

“How?” He said, arching his eyebrow.  

The twins watched Y/N out of the window shivering as she took a couple more photos of the now dark blue sky. Pietro took a sweater from his wardrobe and headed towards his bedroom door. Wanda smirked.  

He approached Y/N, this time taking care not to scare her, and offered her his sweater. “I think you could do with this.”  

“Thank you, Pietro.” She put on his sweater, which smelt of his favourite cologne, which was secretly her favourite scent.  

“I like watching you take your photographs, but not in a weird way!” He panicked. She laughed.  

“I like that you like watching me take photographs.” She joked.  

“I also like you.” He spoke.  

She stopped taking photographs and looked up at Pietro, her heart stopped.  

“I like you too.”  

#marvel #the avengers #marvel x reader #the avengers x reader #pietro maximoff #pietro maximov x reader #avengers imagines #marvel imagines #pietro maximov imagines

[wandanatsbaby]

Ember Leaves au

Meeting

Runaway | Before the meeting

Warnings: mentions of abuse

I'm thinking of also making this a Kate bishop x Yelena belova x reader story. I'd like to also state Yelena and Natasha are NOT sisters in this because of that reason.

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"Come on y/n. They're going to love you." Peter says as he basically drags you to the entrance of the avengers tower. If you knew you were going to be meeting all of the avengers you would have never agreed to any of this. The second the scarlet witch and black widow see your face they're going to recognize you. They probably think you're a criminal. Oh no. What if they told Mr. Stark and he doesn't let Peter be friends with you anymore? Peter and MJ are all you have. You can't lose them.

"Peter, I don't think this is a good idea anymore." You say as you pull your hand out of his grasp. Stopping, he turned to you with a pout on his face.

"Please y/n/n you promised!" Looking away from him you tried not to give in but he was your best friend and he knew that you would do anything for him.

Rolling your eyes you sigh "okay okay let's get this over with."

Walking into the room you were immediately met by Tony stark. Peter immediately ran to his arms and gave him a big hug.

"Who's your friend Peter?" A slightly familiar voice asks. Looking past Mr. Stark, you saw Wanda Maximoff looking at you with Natasha at her side with her arm around her waist.

"Oh right! This is Y/n! She's a friend from school! You said I could bring a friend today and well I was going to bring Mj but she had plans so I brought her!" He explained. You gave a small smile and wave as they all looked at you.

"Wanda, Natasha isn't this the girl you said you saw the other day?" Mr. Stark asked. Looking down you backed up a little as everyone seemed to get closer.

"Yes it is." Natasha answered. Letting go of Wanda she walked closer to you. Examining your face, her eyes stopped on your cheek. Slowly her hand moved up to it but she stopped herself as she watched you flinch. Her eyes widen slightly before she goes back to her stone cold face. Walking back over to Wanda to see her whispering something to her and then Wanda's eyes widen and snap to you.

You didn't like this. It felt as if they could see right through you. Peter, noticing your discomfort, grabbed your hand.

"Come on, you can come sit in the room with me and Mr.stark as we work on his suit."

Hours and hours passed and before you knew it Mr.stark had warmed up to you and now you were all laughing as Peter once again got his hand stuck in the suit.

Checking your phone you realized the time and your eyes widened. Miss Lee was literally going to kill you. Checking your messages you noticed all the missed calls and texts. As you frantically picked up your stuff both Mr. Stark and peter turned to look at you.

"Y/n are you okay?" Mr. Stark asked as he set his tools down.

"Hm? Yeah yeah I'm okay I just forgot I have to be home to uh watch my sister." You lied. You didn't even think of the fact that Peter knows you don't have siblings.

"Y/n you don't have siblings!" Peter called as you rushed out of the room and down the hall.

Not paying attention you screamed and fell as you bumped into another person. Looking up you noticed it was Wanda.

"Oh Hunny are you alright?" She asked as she went to help you up. As you flinched back she quickly retracted her hands and looked at you worried. Quickly standing up and grabbing your stuff you ran out and back to the orphanage. You just hope miss Lee wouldn't actually kill you.

#wanda marvel #wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #mom natasha romanoff x reader #mom natasha romanoff #mom natasha #mom wandat #mommy wanda #mom wandanat #ember leaves au #natasha romanoff #mom natasha romanoff x daughter reader #natasha romanoff x daughter #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader

[polar-bears-making-pancakes]

Sooo.. what did you think of the show? How was it? (Only if you want to share of course!!)

Soooo it's gonna be messy because I'm still reeling from 24 hours without sleep and then 4 hours of sleep during the day and I'm not very good at processing what happened aldkfj

First of all I'm so happy and thankful for all the people who I met up with. They are the best and I had the an absolute blast. I don't know if it's a phannie specific occurrence when you meet people from the internet but we were all on so very similar wave lengths and we talked for hours about fascinating topics and of course dnp. I felt so safe with them and I could talk about basically everything. So thank you so much Kate, Katie, Magda, Jana and Jo <333 you are the best

About the show on its own .. hmm it was definitely a budget version. I'm so sad we didn't get the rainbow lights, the eclipse light and the cubes :( The venue looks godawful from the outside, and you have ultrasound and tile shop in the same building but the inside was quite hipstery and not as bad. Very postcommunistic tho. Also the church, cemetery and closed mall just outside gave very specific vibe to it aksjdjhf I got the cheapest ticket so I didn't have meetngreet but it still felt surreal to be in the same room as Dan. I sat quite far to the back but at the isle so I had not the worst view. Seeing him on stage didn't feel real, I felt like I was watching a video with a room full of rowdy queers. And even if in Poland we weren't really meeting new people and mingling socially amongst the separate groups, sitting in the audience still felt like being a part of some bigger thing. What irritated me were the bar lights that were on the whole duration of the show and kinda ruined the immersion. Also I was cold. About the show's content: wow Dan sings really good, I loved looking at him enjoying himself so much on the stage, this really was his passion project and I felt like he did it mostly for himself but also wanted to give us a good message too. I think I enjoyed the most the part with sending to hell jk rowling, jeff bezos and putin (the scream for him was the loudest :')) and sparing tony the tiger because tigers and endangered. Polish specific madlips were also very good. Bubbles? It was weird hearing it in zloties. And my friends in the front row get soaked. Also daaan we don't have student's depts here?? The unis are free. As a lot of people said before he was really careful about the communist part because he underlined that NOT like soviet russia but like Denmark he said I think? I was very focused on every word he said and was listening to him carefully but I don't remember that. In the calendar part, I'm so happy they have their take away fries days on saturdays 🥹 the time he most constantly feel the most content... And the most important part.. the monologue at the end. The second part of the show was shorter, wasn't it? Because it ended so fast for me. I didn't cry because I'm absolutely emotionally disconnected and can't feel much of anything. But I love him so much. I was looking at him and trying really hard to telepathically convey to him how much he is loved here. The hopeful message is so important to me. It gets better. And we can help someone. We should reach out. We can't give up because even my stupid reblogging of some posts might be the one thing that saves someone. Very interesting to think about virtue signaling in this context as he was saying. I loved when people started cheering after he said he's gay and he was like wow took you so long of the show to realise this akdjdbbfjf and yeah I loved the gay jokes and him smacking his butt multiple times. I was wondering how many people were there randomly because something gay was happening and how many people only vaguely knew who he was and watched him only a bit in the past. Because there was so many references and when he shows bits of his old videos? I wonder what thoughts they had. And the worst part is that he fucking sneaked out so fast before we left the building :((( we waited for him after because we didn't believe when someone said to us that he left already. And I had the train back at 4 am so I didn't have much else to do. Absolutely don't recommend warszawa centralna train station during the night. I'm so glad I wasn't alone. Dan also said fuck Warsaw I don't want to spend any additional minute here bye. Hope he has fun in Helsinki.

Overall I'm proud of myself that I did go even if I'm often scared to leave my house at all. Warsaw show felt a bit like a bastard show added later on with very cut expanses. But I'm glad he went here and I'm so happy I saw him. Hopefully I don't fali my exam because of it

#wad spoilers #dan and phil #pancakesanswers #thanks for the ask!!

[lavender-lotion]

WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i have a whooping 238 WIPS in my WIP folder SO I am co-opting this wip game to make my own!!

send me a title and i'll send you an excerpt from the WIP (or, if there's nothing written, i'll explain what the WIP idea is!)!

Criminal Minds:

Hotch insulting Reid to the unsub - praise and comfort and flirty existing back and forth

Hotch/Reid

Hotch/Reid gun range

hotch/reid hospital au

Morgan/Reid - S2 E4

Crossovers/Miscellaneous Fandoms

bucky/stiles

TW x Glee

venom/eddie/peter

X-Men / MCU

DC Extended Universe

Superbat

Encanto

antonio/parce

5 times Antonio helps Bruno +1 time Bruno helps Antonio

5 times Antonio crawls into bed with Camilo +1 time Camilo crawls into bed with Antonio

Antonio/Camilo

5 accidental dates +1 purposeful proposal / 5 times Mariano took Camilo on a date without realizing it +1 time he took Camilo on a date with Dolores on purpose

Mariano/Dolores/Camilo

Fate: The Winx Saga

5 times Riven gives Dane a first +1 time Dane gave Riven a first

Riven/Dane/Beatrix

Glee

Glee fic list

Kurt/Chandler

kurt/kenny

will/kurt

hummelcest pt 3

puckurtcest pt 2

with puck pt 2

sam not backing down

sam/kurt

kurt picking up dave's call

Kurtofsky - long fic coming out

Kurtofsky - after prom season 2

Ep 5:

Pukcurt

Puckurt - visiting during juvie

Kingsman (Movies)

Dad Eggsy

Eggsy/Roxy/Merlin

eggsy/trans roxy

emerging from the night and heart of me

Kingsman

Kingsman

protective eggsy

tattoo au

Touched starved merlin

Marvel Cinematic Universe

5 times Happy patched up Peter and 1 time Peter patches up Happy

confrontation fic - venom

Jarvis/Tony

MindSpider - confrontation fic

Peter Harley James

stony dick pic

Twitter fic

Bruce Banner/Peter Parker Dom/Sub

DRAFT (hold me) steady

DRAFT to love and be loved by you

FINAL (hold me) steady

FINAL to love and be loved by you

GammaSpider continuation Hulk crush

hulk fic edits

Ned/Peter 2

Rhodey/Tony

keenker kinktober 12

drabble prompts spideypool confrontation fic

spideypool asexual gift for frosted goddess

Spideypool Big Bang

Spideypool prompt

Starker Big Bang

starker field trip fic

Starker Mob AU

I Built my Home, Inside Of You

Thorki

Thor/Peter

Bucky/Peter sex worker fic

Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby)

WINTERspider - confrontation

winterspider date fluff

winterspider smut

Ragnarok (TV 2020)

Laurits finds Magne after the show

Loki Laurits

primal Laurits

Ragnarok s2e1

Ragnarok s2e1

S2E3 - key kiss

S2E5

Teen Wolf

Alpha Twins/Stiles

merwin bday fic - stiles/alpha pack?

peter/jackson

Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Good Lovin'

stiles in make up

Untitled Document

love confession??

part 3

Together, We Belong

Writing - Together, We Belong

chris/derek dom/sub

Deter -

deter marriage proposal

stiles/sam prompt sam saving stiles

Dressing porn

JR/Tyler

RPF

season 2 stackson

June 19 - Smut

June 20: Relationship Reveal

June 23: Free Day

Stalion magic alpha pack

Stallison

Beacn stanny

camboy stiles - stanny

gift for merwin

Gone and Past

Sr stalion And stennis

Stennis

Stennis sex

Feral Derek

Kate takes video of essentially rape

A Rut(acular) Tale

bmtmm

breathing you in sequel

continuation to fox!stiles

fox stiles installment

hale family

hornet au

Sr. Steter

seter courting??

steter for harry—alpha rut

steter kidfic

familiar steterek

Set up on date

steterek

Steterek kisses

steterek sad derek

young steterek

young steterek

Soft steter->stetopher

stetopher series fight

tattoos

You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love)

alpha stiles omega john

Co-Write Thiny-Y

De-aged Sheriff

drunk dick pic stilinksicest

Impregnation kink

john jacking stiles off when he can't use his hands

John/Jordan/Stiles

Possessive fox sheriff claims his son

stilinskicest abusive claudia

Stilinskicest tattoo

Teen wolf gift for Levi

Twincest only fans

The House in the Cerulean Sea

Linus/Arthur

Phee/David

5 courting gifts Lucy gives Sal +1 (hopeful) courting gift Sal gives Lucy

chase

Salucy college au

the (delectable) devil

Weird City

smexy massage

X-Men

Charles angst childhood telepathy

Charles waking up in Jakob's arms

dadneto saves the day

Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Erik/Shaw

jakob/charles series

kurt/hank

Lonkma

Mutant High Verse

Phoenix Peter

quogan

Rare's En/Charles

Rare's Xavierine

Alemando age play

5 times Jas and Jimmy tried to seduce Piotr +1 time they didn't have to

jammy

kitney making out

Lonk first time

Lonk pt 2 "I have never felt so content with unexpected discoveries"

Lonk pt 2 PLANNING

Azazel/Janos snowball fight

azjanos

bobby/john discovering cherik

cain developing his mutation

Cain Marko/Charles Xavier AU

chain + body worship

Chain sharing a bed

cherigan fic

bab smut

charles mom sucks

Cherik Dating App

Co-Write Cherik AU

Dance Dads AU

Erik goes back in time cause Charles is dead but overshoots

post dofp smut

they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

unbendable

bamg emma kdinapped angel

Emmangel Christmas

for even if she flees, soon she shall pursue

you cast diamonds across the waters of my innocence

magnet smut

Mags Family

Nina

Peter/Wendy POV

Hank and Alex bond during lab time

logan/emma

Lonk

Lonk

Lonk awkwardly flirting for jasp

Lonk for lib

lonk kids action

lonk patching up

first meeting

5 times Kurt makes Peter bust a nut in his pants and 1 time Peter busts a nut in his pants on his own

Night silver

peter putting himself down

Angry Erik

QUICKNETO

quickneto identity reveal

original timeline grief fuck

scogan first meeting

scogan peach

Incest continuation

Summerscest ANGST

war photo masturbation

xavierine fic

Young Justice

Dick and Wally team up to seduce Conner

awuabird

S1E16 - aquabird

S1E18 - aquabird

birdflash

S1E16 - crack spitfire and aqua bird

S1E17 0 spitfire

S1e20 spitfire

SpitFire - S1E14 short

5 times superboy watches tv alone and one time dock watches tv with him

drabble prompts superbird

S1E17 - superbird

SuperBird - S1E16 superbird

superbird continutation TO WORK ON

Superbird s1e5

superboy asking out dick

Unsorted

A Guest Star

Anniversary fic

aquabird

chp 2. You Are so Much Better Than I Ever Knew Before

co-parent stanny post season 2

Gar/Connor

glee ideas

kuniff day 1

Kuniff day 2

kurtosfky pt 2

poly cule

poly fic act 1

poly fic act 2

poly fic act 3

PROMPTS:

Puckurt Sarah fic

stanny post season 2

sterek post season 2

twin fic sequel

Untitled Document

Untitled Document

winter/peter

open tag to anyone who read them all haha

#teen wolf #marvel #mcu #glee #young justice #yj #x-men #xmen #x men #kingsman

[plxviofiles]

pizza and deep conversations

☝️ originally posted by marvellegends

#kate bishop x fem!reader, soft angst, fluff !!

WARNINGS: one slightly suggestive joke 🙏

→ it’s hard to be angry at kate bishop, even when she wakes you up at 2 am in the morning for pizza after an exhausting Christmas day.

A/N: @neozworld I KNOW I KNOW you gave me a fluff prompt and this was supposed to be fully fluff but I included soft angst as well 😭 I know you’re not a marvel fan, but ty for listening my rants on natasha and kate and ty for this wonderful idea <3 ily.

A/N 2: idk if this is counted as a christmas fic? but I hope you enjoy reading <3 this is truly my favorite prompt. also hawkeye episode 3 !??! maya is so cool and <clintkate's dynamic3

! word count: 1.1K

“Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe.”

Look, there’s a whole lot of reasons why you were ignoring your girlfriend.

1. You were tired. So tired.

2. Why were you tired? Kate kept you up all night. And no, not for what you might think, but for watching chick flicks because Kate insisted that Christmas Eve was the best time to watch them.

3. You spent the whole Christmas day celebrating with the Avengers. With the idiocy of the boys (and by the boys you mean Tony, Thor, Sam, and Bucky), and with the combined teasing of Yelena, Natasha, Wanda, and occasionally even Kate, you felt like smashing your head into a wall.

4. It was 2 am.

“No,” you mumble in your sleep, pushing Kate’s face away with your hand. Kate huffs and swats your arm away, then starts to shake it over and over, “y/n! Wake up!”

It was times like this that your girlfriend reminded you of Clint’s kids. She always had energy and you were the opposite usually.

“Katie, I’m exhausted,” you manage to say, trying weakly to pull your arm away, “Please.”

“But I’m hungry,” she pouts, but to no avail, your eyes still closed, “You know what I need?”

You decide to give her the benefit of a doubt, silently praying that all she wants is crackers and tea (since you had that in the kitchen), but when you open one eye and meet her mischievous grin, you groan on impulse.

“Babe, I’m not getting up at 2 am to get you pizza,” you grunt with annoyance.

“Do you love me?” she asks you seriously, and you whine loudly, “Katie, please, just because I’m too tired to get you pizza doesn’t mean I don’t love you!”

“But you’re already awake,” she pleads continually, taking a pillow and swatting you with it, “Pleaseeeee!”

“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT,” you shout tiredly, sitting up on the bed, “IM UP.”

“YES,” Kate pumps her fist in victory and you rub your sleepy eyes to meet the archer’s hypnotic blue ones. She blinks like she knows how much irritation is building up. You see that she’s already dressed and ready.

“How long have you been awake?” you question her, suddenly awake, and concern evident, “You need proper sleep, Katie.”

She threads her hand through her long black hair, sighing audibly and not looking directly at you, “I didn’t sleep.”

“Restless?” you whisper knowingly, intertwining your hand with hers and you realise for the thousandth time that it fits perfectly.

“All the time,” she whispers back, squeezing your hand in search of comfort.

You stay silent and kiss her knuckles, slowly and purposefully. Kate’s breath hitches in her throat.

“It’s hard being a hero,” you tell her, still holding her hand, “Whatever your hands do or are going to do, I love them.”

Kate tears up after a few seconds of resistance, and you instinctively wrap your arms around her.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and loving rubs on her back, you detach yourself and wipe the tears under her eyes, eliciting a weak smile. Then, you pull a jacket on, throwing her your favorite sweater of yours, which she also loved to wear.

“Let’s go.”

The car ride was slow, peaceful, and quiet. Except for a few speeding cars, it wasn’t that lively given the time. Kate plays music on the radio.

You hum to the music, and the sound lulls Kate to a content state, the melodies of her favorite music and your voice filling her heart with warmth.

“Katie,” you whisper, grabbing her attention, and she turns to you upon hearing the nickname that only you and Clint get to call her.

Your hand finds its way to hers like it always does.

“You’re my hero, you know that right?” you say both teasingly and with seriousness, and Kate’s heart constricts.

“And you are mine,” she whispers into the dead of night, but you hear her, even when no one else does.

You wind down the windows and blast the music louder, and Kate finds enough in herself to laugh. Laughing was so much easier when she was with you.

You sang the song off key on purpose and Kate joins in, the same contagious smile taking place. You look over and smile, she was a better sight than the full moon.

“I love when you smile, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay,” you tell her immediately.

Kate feels heat rush to her neck. You always gave compliments the moment you thought of them.

“How can you say something like that,” she stutters characteristically, trying to cover her face with her other hand.

“You always try to cover your blush when you’re alone with me!” you whine, disappointed, “I want to see the massive effect I have on you.”

“The effect I have on you is more obvious,” she tries to counter, smirking.

“Mhm, yeah keep telling yourself that.”

"I can't believe you almost started a war because there was no cola left," Kate chides you with a grin that represented her unbelief at her girlfriend's attitude. In her arms were a few pizzas (maybe one or two for Lucky).

"How is 'it's christmas and that's why we ran out' a good excuse?!" you complain grumpily.

"You're like the grinch you know, with your grumpiness and with the green sweater you're wearing right now-"

"Stop!" you start giggling, all the while still keeping your eyes on the road, "Don't antagonize me!"

"Right, right," you can practically hear the smirk on her face, "I'm sorry for saying you're the human embodiment of the grinch."

"I'm starting to regret bringing you out," you mumble quietly.

"Hey, I heard that!"

You roll your eyes and pretend you didn't hear her, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel.

Comfortable silence fills the car again. It started raining a bit ago, the raindrops staining the windows and the noise of it relaxing you.

"What Clint said during our meal today," Kate side eyes you, "The thing he said about-"

"About being a hero and about the risks of being one?" you finish for her, "And how you'll lose some things or people forever?"

"I know I sounded nonchalant but," she chuckles with little humor, "Yeah. It's scary isn't it?"

"You're not going to lose me you know. Not now. Not ever."

You want her to understand.

Kate struggles to answer, trying to find the right words.

"You're the last thing I'd want to lose," she fidgets with your sweater, "It was hard enough to win you over."

You laugh breathily but Kate's face still seems unsure.

"I mean what I said as much as Clint did," you reply firmly, "You're the last thing I'd want to lose too, you know."

Kate exhales slowly, and she smiles warmly at you.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'll never find out," you whisper, and the traffic light turned red, allowing you to grin at her.

And with the slight hint of snow on her hair, the redness of her cheeks due to the cold, the content shadow of a smile on her face, and her hand on your thigh, you pray that you'll never find out either.

#mcu icons #mcu imagine #mcu hcs #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagines #mcu headcanons #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #marvel drabble #marvel fanfiction #marvel headcanons #marvel imagines #marvel fic #hawkeye kate bishop #kate bishop headcanons #kate bishop imagine #marvel x y/n #marvel x reader #kate bishop x you #hawkeye x reader #kate bishop hawkeye #hawkeye

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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Part 4 to I Don't Bite?

[A/N: Yes, yes, and also yes. Because I am in LOVE with this AU. It hit's all my buttons.]

Summary: When Kate Bishop shows up at your door covered in blood there's only one thing you can do, right?... Right?

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

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I Don't Bite Pt.4 | Kate Bishop x Reader

The knock came at your door halfway through the afternoon. It was forceful and startling, and something you wouldn't have noticed if you didn’t slide your headphones around your neck a few moments before. The plastic cut against your throat and pulled your laptop from the table with a clatter. You could pick it up, or you could attend to the second series of bangs at the front door.

Annoyance pressed against the back of your mind. You had intended to have an uneventful weekend drowning yourself in crappy reality television and cookie dough straight from the package. Eventually, and you would push it to the last minute, you would google this vampire cult that your next-door neighbor had stumbled into.

But when you opened the door and the unmistakable scent of blood and death filled your lungs, you knew your plans were damned to change. Kate gave you a meek smile before falling into you, chilled nose flush against the small of your neck. You faltered for a moment, taking in her weight, her scent, and her injuries.

She wore a black raincoat with the hood pulled over her features despite the unusually warm spring day. Her skin was paler than it ever had been, lips ashen and eyes so gray they were nearly white. Blood sprinkled down the front of her shirt and bloomed against her lips. Holy shit. Holy shit.

You were not prepared for this. Earlier that day you had talked Pepper Potts down from selling the company after a string of horrible meetings with Tony’s shareholders. All she needed was a glass of her fancy bourbon that was hidden behind a hole in the bookshelves and a soothing hand on the shoulder.

Last week you had gotten into a small fender bender when a teenager driving with his daylight permit took a turn too fast and stripped the front of your car of its paint. That was hard to keep your cool during, considering you had to walk him step by step through how to exchange insurance and report a claim. And all of that was normal adult stuff that you could handle.

Right now, you settled for closing the door with the heel of your foot and moving Kate to the most shaded room in your house- the downstairs bathroom. There were no windows, you didn’t’ even bother turning on the light. Instead, you ushered her onto the tile floor, situating her, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear.

Blood, there was so much blood.

You searched frantically for its source, running your hands over her arms, stripping her of the raincoat, and leaving her in a t-shirt and bloodied jeans. After a few frantic moments, her hands rushed to yours, gripping both of your wrists.

“Not my blood.” She rasped.

You leaned back on your heels and fought back the urge to shove her away “What do you mean it’s not your blood?”

Great. You were harboring a murderer. Granted you hadn’t touched on that conversation two nights ago when she feverishly admitted her secret to you. There was still so much to process: The Cult, the Daddy Issues, the fact that your super clean-cut neighbors were most likely secret agents hellbent on driving a stake through Kate’s heart.

“You look like shit,” You said when she didn’t’ offer up an answer “Whose blood is it?”

“I don’t like hurting people.”

“Could have fooled me.”

You hated how pale she looked. It was worse than normal, there was no strong spark behind her words. The Kate Bishop that countered your every move with two of her own had been hidden behind a shaking and sweaty girl who was entirely too human.

Standing, you pulled a washcloth from the closet behind you before flicking on the tap and waiting for the water to warm. She followed you with steely eyes but never moved her head from the drywall. They seemed to study you as you crouched back down between her legs nudging them apart with a kneel.

Kate let you grip her chin with a delicacy she had not known in some time. You watched as the color against her skin wiped to an orange, and then a pale yellow. Each layer of the liquid was harder to brush away than the next.

You moved to the small of her neck before she spoke. “I thought it would be easy coming back here. Simple. Do you know how many people reside here? The Temple of the Shifting Sun had very strict rules. Catch to kill.”

Your eyes flicked up to hers for a moment, hoping they masked your horror. What did you expect? A nice tale of a fun vampire that sparkled under the sun and drank from rabbits before releasing them back to their little rabbit families? All hopes of that had been dashed with the state of your neighbor.

“It takes a toll on you.” Her words rumbled against the edge of your hand as you focused on a patch of caked crimson. “There are other ways, I’ve learned. Those who make it out of the Temple and actually survive, they help each other. They helped me by setting up a contact at a hospital.”

You leaned back on your ankles again, breathing her in. Her skin had gained some color back. You weren’t sure if you had missed some pigment or if your scrubbing had blushed her pink. Human, vulnerable. Beautiful. The edge of her lip turned up in the slightest and you became conscious of your heartbeat picking up pace in the smallest bit.

“There’s a drop point that changes in a clockwise motion. A cooler with a months’ worth of blood, twelve different locations in a non-specific order associated with the serial number on postcards. It’s nearly impossible to decipher, but someone did.”

She ushed the heels of her hands to push herself up on the wall. You hadn’t moved from your position. Kate was weary, fragile, and thick with worry. “They slipped a very powerful herb into the bags. It makes me weak, burns me from the inside out. They used it at the Temple sometimes, still do, I suppose.”

You swallowed hard and started to work at another spot of blood under her chin. She let you guide her gently, the pads of your fingers gripping her jaw. “You were poisoned? Stay still.”

Kate obliged and let out a trembling breath. There was a silence to the room, the faucet dripped, and your breath mingled with hers. The metal scent she carried like a badge enveloped you, fighting with the floral of the bathroom cleaner. You both knew there wasn’t much to scrub away, not anymore, but it busied your hands, and truthfully, you fought the urge to pull away.

Eventually, she wrapped her chilled fingers around your wrist. You shifted your stare to hers, noses barely an inch apart. You could feel her breath against your lips, her eyes boring into yours.

“Kate,”

You wanted to choke the thought as soon as it came, the idea of your fingers tangled in her hair, how easy it would be to straddle her lap. How simple to taste the blood that stained her tongue a cherry red.

“Someone is coming.” She whispered against your skin, silver eyes flashing towards the door. The fact that it wasn’t you was mildly disappointing. “Bobbi.”

“What?” You whispered harshly.

“She’s walking up the drive. She can’t know I’m here.”

Right. Cool, cool, cool. This was totally fine, and you were as calm as anyone with a vampire on their bathroom floor could be. “Oh my god, okay- stay here and don’t make a sound.”

She gave you a relatively amused look. Where was she going to go? She was weakened and the afternoon sun had blazed fully through your house. You were a plant person and plants needed light. Though, you wouldn’t be accepting anything from the soldier across the street. There was a tentative knock just as you shut the bathroom door.

The biochemist wore a fantastic smile against her lips, a black t-shirt hugging her curves. She held a plate of brownies wrapped in plastic. Something that would be considered a nice neighborly gesture sent chills down your spine. They could have slipped a tiny camera onto the plate, or even worse, into the batter.

“Brownies? What’s the occasion?” You breathed out.

“Jemma stress bakes, and we need to talk.” She lilted her head to the side “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

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[the "big avengers" are going on a mission but thor has been put on "babysitting" duty since he is the only one staying cause he just came back from asgard]

tony: no horror movies for parker, no arrows for kate, don't let her or belova start a fire please and do not let pietro into my lab

thor: noted

tony: oh yeah! and absolutely NO candy for y/n cause they're a light weight when it comes to sugar

thor: got it. alright then sir stark! i will not let you down!

tony: *smiles* ill see you tomorrow afternoon

thor: amazing! farewell!

--------- the next day ---------

nat: *coming out of the quinjet* what's that noise?

*the other avengers listen closely*

carol: i have no idea

[they all walk into the building and are immediately smacked in the face by F.R.I.D.A.Y who is blasting cpr by cupcakke]

kate: tight as a virgin boy don't get nervous

pietro: *moans* tight

yelena: im here to serve you customer service

pietro: *moans again*

tony: WHAT THE F--- HAPPENED?

[they all take in the sight before them. pietro is in one of the iron man suits, kate has completely "decorated" the common room with her miss-aimed arrows, yelena has some how managed to put the couch on fire, thor doesn't seem to notice the literal FLAMES next to him and peter is currently trying to slow down a very wobbly y/n with his webs, but misses them every time]

peter: *briefly stops what he's doing* oh! hey there mr. stark!

kate: sup tin man

tony: THOR MY COUCH! WHY IS MY COUCH ON FIRE??? AND F.R.I.D.A.Y TURN THAT MUSIC OFF

thor: HAHA! i never seemed to notice that! *pours his beer onto the area*

y/n: *crashes into wanda* oof-

wanda: *looks down at y/n* oh my gosh! are you ok?

y/n: *hiccup* im ok. im fine. im sExY as hell *blows kiss*

bucky: thor did you give them candy?

thor: no! of course not!

nat: then what's wrong with them?

thor: i gave them some of my asgardian ale! they absolutely loved it, so i gave them some more-

tony: you have them BEER?

y/n: *hiccup* ale tony stank

pietro: come on! it's not like they're dead!

tony: *glares* did you go into my lab?

pietro: wha- no!

tony: and what did i say about arrows kate?

kate: in my defence, the wasp wouldn't go away

y/n: so she *hiccup* shot it like pew pew pewwww *hiccup*

kate: turns out it was a wasp. thee wasp. as in hope van dyne *points to hope on the other couch, holding an ice pack to her cheek*

hope: hiya

tony: why did you-

y/n: im horny

tony: *puts his hand on his forehead* i-.... *sighs* remind me not to ever let you babysit again

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