#ALSO! IF YOU DRAW ME N BRUCE I WILL CRY!!!!

[internalsealpanic]

Dating Game

summary: Your family has very loud opinions about your love life.   a/n: This is set in Earth-3 where everyone’s alignments are reversed. Slade is the president of the US and Dick is Talon. Court of Owls is still evil and Bruce is Owlman and he is an asshole. This is mostly set in the Crisis on Two Earth’s movie Warning: liberty with characterization and overprotective people

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"So Ms.Wilson."

 It takes a second or two for you to realize you're being addressed and another second to slide on the correct type of interested smile. Not the one you use during debates when you warn your opponent that they've slipped up or  the kind that slips onto your face when you're about to hit Grant with a blue shell as he's about to cross the finish line. No, it was one of those prim diplomatic smiles you've been practicing for months in anticipation for Slade's reelection campaign. 

 "Yes, Mr. Hayward?" You say in a voice sweet enough that Grant assumes you're thinking of the best way to rip the man's face off. 

 It's a fair assumption but to be honest, you're reserving that mental image in case Hayward asks you something stupid. 

 "Well me and the viewers and really the rest of the nation have been wondering, what's your love life like as the President's only daughter?"

 And there it is.

 You lick your teeth, the points of your canines feeling cold and sharp. 

 Grant eyes you cautiously. He looks ready to step in; yanno, in case you maul Hayward on national Television. 

 You draw yourself up, making a show to flick your eyes to the audience with practiced nervousness. 

 Ladies and gentlemen, you think to yourself, I am about to make a grown man cry. 

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 "Honestly (Y/n), was that entirely necessary?" Addie asks, setting a mug of coffee in front of you. 

 You gently blow the rising steam and mumble at thank you as you sip. You hold back a blanch . There is no sugar, no cream, and no milk in this coffee and yup, your mother is pissed. You put the cup down, pushing away from the table before pivoting to the pantry.

 "I may or may not have scared the piss out of Hayward--"

 "And your brother." She sighs, putting a hand on her hip. 

 You roll your eyes. Grabbing the sugar, you turn back to face her. "I always scare Grant. Besides, nothing I said was a lie. I did have a date try to convince me to help him assassinate pop. On the first date too! Can you believe that? " You say cheerfully because at this point you were more amused than anything. 

 Addie drags her hand over her face, cupping her hand then looking at you. "You do know that's a threat to national security and to your safety, right?" 

 Your mouth quirks in a way that reminds Addie too much of Slade. Spinning the spoon in your hand, you shrug. "I handled it." If the guy was any real threat, you would have said something but then again, if he were a real threat, cornering him in the men's bathroom with a pen to his neck shouldn't have deterred him.

 You frown. It would be a problem if he came to the press with that story but then again making threats like that would also land him in hot water and you seriously doubt the guy has access to the kind of lawyers you have. 

 "(Y/n)," Addie says, drawing your attention back to her. "Why didn't you tell us?" 

 It makes her heart twinge when you look at her with so much surprise and confusion. Sometimes, in weird moments, your eyes still betray that nervousness of giving the wrong answer. 

 "You could have gotten hurt." She says, cupping your cheek. 

 You let your cheek squish against her warm hand and you reward her with a small smile. You shake your head.

"I told Joey," you try and Addie frowns. You cup your hand against hers and try to keep your voice light. "Joey is so gonna grow up scarier than me or Grant. I can 100% guarantee it." You sigh because honestly, Joey had murder in his eyes when you told him how your date went. 

 Addie huffs. "How did Grant take it?" 

 You groan. "Grant interrogated me the whole way back here," you say, flapping your hands with annoyance. "What did the guy look like? Did I save his contact? Do I have a list of guys that did that? Should he vet my dates? Seriously! He's almost as bad as pop."

 "No one can be as bad as your father." Addie shakes her head and laughs thinking of Grant practically storming off if you gave him even a crumb of information. She  smooths your hair, smiling down at you.

 "Trust me, Grant was pretty close."

 "Well, Grant doesn't have the CIA and the FBI at his beck and call."

 Your shoulders droop. "Oh my god, no."

 Addie squeezes your shoulders. "Now that you've basically announced it on national TV, there's no way to hide it."

 You bury your face in your hands.

  Your thumb hovers over the mute button for Joey's contact. You let out a long sigh. You've already muted Grant thanks to the 60 texts. But this was Joey, your sweet (slightly evil) little brother. It was one thing to mute your big brother. He can take it but muting Joey would mean having to face his sad doe-eyed expression and frankly, you're not gonna survive that.

"Did you know that your date neglected to mention his three felonies?" 

 "Oh look, he's even more my type." You sigh not even looking up to meet Slade's gaze. His voice already sounds punch-ably smug.  Absolutely no need to goad the urge by look at the the undoubtedly smug grin on his face. You lick your teeth in the way that reminds Slade of Addie when she's readying to call him a moron. "Has it ever occurred to you that the secret service isn't for investigating my dates?"

 "No, that's what I have the FBI for."

 Finally, you look up at him, still not having pressed the mute button, with a weary look (that you can only get from dealing with Slade Wilson in a domestic capacity). "That sounds like an abuse of power."

 "I’m looking out for you."

 You raise a brow at him. 

 Slade huffs crossing his arms.  "And your mother insisted. And besides, call it what you will, you're not going on that date"

 You seriously debate on whether to kick him off the sidewalk and into the oncoming bus. "I'm going."

 "Uh Huh, aren't you curious what he got arrested for?"

 "No." You rush out before you change your mind. You pick up the pace but Slade just matches yours. Curse his long legs. 

 After a dozen steps, you close your eyes then sigh. "Yes."

 "Shall we start from worst to terrible?" Slade radiates a slightly sadistic glee as he pulls out a list from his pocket. Why did he print that? "Or terrible to prison worthy?"

 You're regretting every life decision you've made leading up to this point. Maybe if you agreed to be Azula for Halloween in fourth grade maybe this wouldn't have happened but noooo, you wanted to be Zuko.  "It can’t have been that bad because he isn’t in jail anymore." You say hopefully but when you side eye him, he gives you a look of sympathy that borders on condescension. 

 "You would be surprised what a good lawyer can do."

 "You... just like ruining everything."

 Where is the secret service when you need them?

 "That’s my job as your father."

 "No, your job is to run a country and the latest and more controversial sexyman on Tumblr."

 Slade gives you a brief look of confusion. You roll your eyes and wave for him to go on.

 "He's been charged with theft--"

 "I can live with that."

 His mouth quirks. "--Assault--"

 "Ok, maybe not that."

 "-- and kidnapping."

 You stop and just stare at him.  You drag your hands over your face before burying it in your hands along with a silent scream. "Why can't I just get a decent date?"

 Slade pats you on the back, clearly amused by the turn of events.  "Don’t worry, we’ll find you someone in 20-30 years time."

 You let out a loud groan of frustration.

 _____

 When the whole dating scandal finally blew over with another scandal (courtesy of some dumbass senator), you made your way to the bar after making sure to clear all the bugs from your things and making sure no men in dark suits were tailing you. 

 The last thing you need is some guy hitting on you and him getting body slammed on to the floor by the secret service because that'll up your chances immensely. 

 You swirl your drink, admiring the amber glow of the whiskey. You've always had an unnaturally high alcohol tolerance so you were mostly drinking to appear normal in a way. You had your suspicions of course. Though, your speculations were just that, speculations.

 You close your eyes, drinking in the atmosphere. You'd learned to dampen your senses a long time ago but the music and the voices in the club still overwhelmed you.

In the haze of bass, bodies, voices, and alcohol; you hear a couple of voices rise beside you.

 "Just go talk to her," slurs the man, pushing his friend towards you. You pretend you don't hear them. You pretend that it's not even about you. Like a normal person, you pretend that the whole conversation is about some other girl that the extremely attractive guy is stealing glances from. Definitely. 

 You give the man a perfunctory glance. No weapons. At least, nothing larger than a butterfly knife then again it's not that hard to kill someone with a key if needed. He's not big though your point of reference for that is skewed but you think you could take him if he tries anything funny. 

 The way he carries himself is... unsure, shy if you're being specific.  His shoulders are stooped and closed off. His hand is on the back of his neck and he's looking everywhere but you as his feet carry him toward you. 

 Twisting your stool toward him, you angle your body in an open gesture, welcoming him to talk to you. You're kind enough to hide an entertained smirk on your lips.

The next few things happen in a series of snap shots:

 The guy's foot catches on a loose floor board and  the music and lights grows dimmer, more sluggish, as time slows down. 

 The whiskey in his glass takes flight  and the man's face twists in horror.

 Your crisp white blouse is stained brown.

 You bite back a scream.

 You stare at your shirt, mind screeching to a halt.  Mechanically, you raise your gaze to stare into the man's mortified one. You flatten your lips and lick your teeth, pressing your tongue against your sharp canine. 

 "Holy shit," he breathes, setting his glass down on the counter. He frantically waves over the bartender who hands him a stack of paper towels. "I'm so so sorry."

 You take the towels, licking your lips gingerly. "I have to say," you smile thinly but not unkindly, "this is a very interesting way to get my attention."

 The guy in front of you flushes. Putting a hand on the back of his neck, he tries to hide the color crawling up the nape of his neck. "I'm sorry," he says again, still not meeting your gaze.  He rocks back on his feet, putting some space between the two of you. "I…" He pauses to catch his breath. "I just wanted to come and say hi," he says shyly, smiling into his hand  "and I’ve ruined that already."

 You hum and when you don't tell him to go away, a flicker of hope lights his eyes. "I think some shops are still open. If you want,  I can pay for a change of clothes."

 You raise a brow. "Again, an interesting approach. I usually expect to be asked to take my clothes off after we leave the bar." The words come out as a chuckle. 

 The guy turns pink. "I didn’t-- I don’t--" He is so cute. 

 "Pffff, relax." You grin.

 He laughs softly and rubs the back of his neck. He smiles with perfect teeth and pot hole dimples that make it clear that the gods got to him first. "At least it wasn’t a sticky drink or bright pink,"  he tries, looking down at your white shirt. He swallows. "You look nice by the way."

"Eyes up here buddy." You chuckle. 

 He tears his eyes away from  your shirt and focuses those piercing eyes at you. They look owlish and metallic in the strange light of the club. He stutters out an apology. 

 You hiss a laugh between your teeth, holding up two fingers. "Cus you're cute, you get a take 2. We can even pretend the last few minutes never happened."

 "Sorry."

 "Say sorry again and I will knock your teeth out."

 "Sor--" You glare at him and he swallows.  "It’s just you’re very attractive and  I’m not good around attractive women."

 Your smile softens. "Usually people start by introducing themselves," you say, lip quirking in amusement. You pat the seat next to yours. "The name's (Y/n)." You extend your hand. 

 "I’m Richard but everyone calls me Dick." Dick says, shuffling into the seat next to you. "Now, can I at least buy you a drink?"

 "Depends, you gonna spill this one on me too?"

 Dick huffs, his smile drawing sharper and more confident.  "I thought the last few minutes never happened."

 You chuckle. "Right, right." You wave your hands in the air, miming erasing a chalkboard.

Dick waves two fingers to catch the bartender's attention. "What would the lady like?" He smiles charmingly, all uneasiness gone replaced with a crisp confidence that makes you swoon. "Or should I surprise you?"

 You grin, baring your sharp teeth to unnerve him. "Surprise me."

 Dick jumps and his heart presses bruises in his throat, beating as if to choke him. He swallows down the sensation but the color still returns to his cheeks. 

 Dick chews his bottom lip. He orders you an expensive scotch on the rocks with bitter lemon. 

 "Oh?" You sip it and the flavor explodes in sparks on your tongue and burns down your throat in a satisfying streak of fire. "How did you know I’d like this?"

 "You seem like a woman with good taste."  He winks cheesily. 

 The gesture startles a gigglesnort out of you. "You fucking dork."

 Dick laughs another sorry then has the audacity to say: "made you smile though." He grins and sips his own drink. 

 You don't kick his teeth in as promised and Dick can't help but feel warm.

 "Can I ask why you’re here all alone?"

 "On the run from the FBI." You say as flat as you can. 

 Dick chokes on his drink and he has to cough into his hand. 

 You grin evilly making him scowl at you.  "Gotcha."

 Dick wipes his pretty mouth with the back of his hand. "and why are you really here?"

 "What makes you think I’m not on the run from the FBI?" You hum, swirling your glass. 

 And it's Dick's turn to grin, all suaveness and mirth.  "They’d let a face as pretty as yours get away with anything."

 Heat spreads across your chest, unfamiliar but not unpleasant. You let your body ease because you were pretty sure you were in for the long haul tonight. 

 You don't know if it's the alcohol or if it's the heat of the flashing club lights or maybe it's just because you've spent the last few hours with your chest heaving from laughter but the hours fall by weightlessly. 

 Dick, allegedly a student at the local community college, is sweet and funny and stupidly endearing. You hate him but you don't think you'll be ok with yourself if this is the last time you see him again. If it is, you want the night to last all of eternity.

 You look at your watch and suddenly feeling like Cinderella, you sigh. "I need to go." You say, trying not to betray your sadness as you push away from the counter. 

 Dick reaches for your wrist, the same sad look reflected in his eyes. He withdraws his hand but he maintains eye contact. He seems to search for words before just settling on: "Can I walk you home?"

 You perk up. 

 "Or-- or maybe just to your car." He tries.

 You give him an uncharacteristically soft smile. "I'd like that," you say, wrapping your hand around his wrist. "Bus station but I guess that's better than nothing."

 He beams at you. "I guess it is."

 Dick waves as he watches your bus leave the station, golden eyes focused on your form as it slouches into the seat. 

 As soon as the bus fades into the distance, he pulls out a burner phone from his pocket. 

 "I've made contact." He says curtly, ducking into the alley. 

 The line is silent for a moment before it crackles with Owlman's voice, commanding even over the phone. "Continue to monitor her. She will be useful when the Court finds President Wilson to be a nuisance."

 “Understood.”

#talon dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #wilson family #Tales from Earth 3

[deadricslover]

Hey, Lorna!

I just read your Bruce Wayne fic and I wanted to cry it was so cute! I also saw you tagged marvel in your most recent post and was really in the mood for some Bucky Barnes x reader? if you could write about the moment they both knew the were in love with each other that would be amazing!

no worries if not :)

the moment they fell in love

here's my Masterlist!

there is a few Bruce Wayne fics 🤨 which one? I'm kidding L.O.L.

a/n: not my gif! of course I can! this request is so cute >.< This was a really quick write so it's probably shit asf

summary: in the request ^^^ but I did the reader and bucky's moments because I'm just too nice to you all.

age rating: all ages

warnings: pet names, mentions of war. if a water gun is a warning? no use of y/n. fluff. tell me if I missed anything!also, I'm not 100% sure if the timelines are right. idk if Bucky is really that old in that year ect. 😭

pairings: Bucky Barnes X reader

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your moment (1941)

"doll...are you coming?" a familiar male voice says pulling you out of your dream

"oh...yeah. sorry" you reply walking a bit faster to catch up to your best friend of eight short years. you met one hot independence day when Bucky messed up yours and your cousin's hard work. and the rest is history

*flashback*

the sun was belting down onto the whole of New York, outside the faint laughter of children playing in the sun and the odd sizzle of a barbeque could be heard as well as smelt. you were fifteen years old this particular independence day and you were sat on the sidewalk outside your house sketching chalk images on the pavement with your smaller cousin, Ally, who was here with her family for the fourth of July. you had started to come to an end with your drawing of a rainbow when your cousin Ally has asked you to help her finish her drawing of a golden Labrador.

"sure. give me the blue and I'll show you how to draw it" you say dropping the violet chunk that was in your hand, softly taking the red chalk off the little girl sat across from you. as her deep chocolate eyes squinted in the scorching sun, you scooted around the artwork in order to help her. She pays close attention for a few minutes until both of your hard work was ruined all of a sudden. water had come splashing on the two of you, soaking your hair, clothes and chalk creations. you quickly wipe the wetness away from your eyes and face before glancing up angrily to see who created this mess

"you idiot! you ruined her drawings!" you exclaim in an unimpressed, annoyed tone. you could see her mouth dropping and tears starting to form in her big eyes, so you comfort her by wiping the drops off her face and hair with the rim of your shirt that wasn't very dry.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to. it's just that me and my sister were having a water fight and I tried to shoot her but I-" he starts before he gets sadly cut off.

"you splashed us instead!" Ally says says, voice quivering.

"again. I am so sorry. Well, you're soaked now so you might as well join in." he suggests. your eyes flicker to his saturated top with two close buttons lined down the middle from the neck and his sleeves rolled up and buttoned to prevent them slipping.

"what's the game?" you inquire thinking that a water fight may not be the worst idea on a day like this.

"I call it 'soldier splash' name created by me. basically there is one person in the middle and the others have to go and hide behind cars or buildings or trash cans or whatever in the given space. they have to get to the middle and tag the person without being caught and shot by someone else. easy right?" he explains slightly smiling and acting it all out as he describes the game.

"why not?" you say as he holds a hand out to help you get up. you kindly accept his offer as you keep going with your sentence "this doesn't mean you're forgiven though...." you trail off the end of your sentence yearning to know his name.

"James Bucky Barnes. but every calls me bucky" he says keeping your hands locked as he shakes them a small bit.

"right, James" You offer him your name before he uses it in a sentence skipping away slightly throwing you and Ally two waterguns. "ready to loose?"

"oh it's on"

*end of flashback*

"where exactly are we going again?" you inquire curious as to where James could be taking you.

"we are going to get ice cream to bring to your favourite spot so we can watch the sunset" he says throwing an arm around your shoulder whilst still walking. "sound good?" he asks uselessly as he knows the answer already.

"ohhh, yes..sounds so good" you reply dipping your head to rest on his shoulder a bit. you stroll along the cobblestone to your stop at the ice cream parlor, and Bucky orders and pays for the ice cream like the gentleman he is. you thank him and take the cone out of his hands as you start your journey yet again.

once you get to your breezy spot on the coarse sand, you sit down pressed next to James in want of some warmth to stare at the beautiful ombre of colours in the sky in result of the sun setting. The rough feel of his short stubble scratching comfortingly against your forehead, reminding you of your version of home.

He gently and swiftly wraps his left arm around you trying to warm you up when he sees the goosebumps forming on your forearms. His hand starts moving up and down your arm pulling you impossibly closer, instantly warming you up.

"This is the life." he says sighing slightly

"what is? a war being threatened and us completely ignoring the possibility?" you reply laughing slightly which soon becomes contagious and Bucky catches the giggles.

"no. you know what I mean. the perfect place with the perfect snack and the perfect view. with the perfect person" he replies slightly glancing to his left to capture your reaction.

your reaction being a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupting In your tummy and your whole body going numb with side effects of redness in your cheeks and your heart throbbing, soon realising that this feeling is one you haven't felt towards James ever, but you welcomed this feeling with a wide embrace secretly loving the idea of having a near impossible closer relationship with him.

you smile tenderly and whole heartedly at him for a few memorable moments before nestling your head back into its spot on Bucky's shoulder. that was the moment you realised you were irreversibly in love with your best friend.

Bucky's moment (1935)

This birthday was a bit different. But a good different. This was your eighteenth birthday and you knew your mother would go way over the top with this party. not that you were complaining, more presents, a better atmosphere, seeing family members for the first time in years and lots more. Obviously James was coming to your party as he was your best friend and wherever you went, he went too. And your parents knew that so they didn't even need to invite him to this get-together. You had no idea who your mother invited and that scared you. As you were leaving the store you worked at that evening, you spot Bucky out of the corner of your eye leaning against the wall waiting for you to finish. He was fiddling with the rim of the arm of his jacket whilst waiting. A smile appears on your face and you skip up to him catching his attention mimicking the smile on your face.

"gosh, you look older already. are they wrinkles?!" he says stepping closer to you squinting his eyes jokingly.

"yeah I think you've got a few gray hairs there, Barnes" you say right back to him rubbing the side of his face slightly.

"ha.ha. very funny. You look great by the way." he says sarcastically as you both start to walk away

"but really, happy birthday. I got you a little something" he says handing you a little colourful gift bag

"James. you know you didn't have to" a smile appears on your face yet again as you gently take it off him and leave it until later to open as he tells you to do so because apparently he wants it to be special.

"well, I wanted to."

when you get to your house your family can be heard from outside the front door and you are already super excited for this party. Big cheers can be heard from inside the front door and the buzz catches onto Bucky too.

"there you are! you're late" your mum shouts from the kitchen

"sorry work kept me late an-" she cuts you off

"your aunt Barbara has to go soon so we're having cake now!" she exclaims probably more excited for this than you. You sit down on the chair and Bucky follows soon after, placing an arm on your shoulder giving it a small squeeze making you smile at him. Everyone starts singing happy birthday and you just sit there awkwardly listening to the odd pitchy note. You blow out the eighteen candles and claps and cheers can be heard. Your mom goes to the kitchen to cut cake while aunt Barbara kisses everyone goodbye and hands you your present while walking away.

There's only eight people left sitting around on the table including you and Bucky and everyone's chatting and sharing embarrassing stories from when you were younger. This particular one about you in the bath pops up and Bucky is listening in curiously. You try and stop the story from being told as James will use it against you in the future but nothing can stop this from getting out. As you sit there sulking in the chair with a fake pout on your face, James for some strange reason can't seem to take his eyes off you. The smile he sees on your face that's trying not to seep through but failing slightly is pure serotonin to him and he just can't puzzle together why. You start to giggle and join in on the embarrassment when you realise that the story is getting told either way, Bucky sees this and something inside him ignites. He's never felt this with you before and he doesn't know how to feel about it. Is it love? No it can't be. He can't feel this way about you, your his best friend for goodness sake! After a few moments of thought he realises he does really love you. The only thing now is to keep it a secret. Forever.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan #captain america #deadricslover

[tulgeywould]

AAAA not to bug or bother but!! I love you and Bruce sm!! 🥺 do you have any merch of him/is there a piece of merch for him that’s your favorite?? 👀👀 (also I gotta draw y’all very soon!!!! :3)

you are SO sweet its not a bother at all!!!

i have a funko pop of him (the target exclusive one in his funeral outfit) as well as a figure of him as "the drifter", both are on a shelf above my desk

the rest of my the batman merch consists of three shirts, some crew socks, and an enamel pen of the batarang/his suits chest symbol i put on my work vest!! (i work at a walmart so i got the merch early on <3)

OH and i totally forgot i got a bag clip of him too

i really wanna get some cute acrylic charms of him, or stickers (my gf says i should make a sticker of him myself bc of my chibi art)

im tempted to splurge on the nendoroid of him thats on preorder rn but im not sure yet... (OR THE $100 LEGO BATMOBILE... AGH)

the clothing is my favorite atm, i get very sappy just getting to wear clothes that have my f/o on them cause its a little like feeling as if im stealing their clothes to wear X)

tysm for the ask!!!

#asks #ALSO! IF YOU DRAW ME N BRUCE I WILL CRY!!!! #ITD BE SO SWEET BUT PLS DONT FEEL OBLIGATED <3 #everyone has been so nice since i posted my drawing and its got me feeling so soft

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things. 

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait. 

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows. 

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.  

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again. 

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him. 

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia. 

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat. 

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

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She Keeps Me Warm

Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde x fem!Reader

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: Hilde gets a little jealous after you hang out with Nat and Bruce.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (edging, fingering, f receiving oral sex, edging), jealous Val, cute alcohol fueled antics, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

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Hilde was glaring at you from across the table.

Bruce and Nat had decided to visit  Tønsberg on a whim, and as happy she had been to see the big man, you had been flirting with Nat the entire time. Sure, she had lived a very interesting life, and you were always great at small talk, but you were laughing way too hard at her stories.

Now you were babbling with her in Russian, which Hilde didn’t even know you spoke, and she had to do her best to focus on what Bruce was trying to say to her.

“Hey, angry girl, you still with me?” He said, giving her a grin when she turned back to him.

“Yeah, big guy. I think it’s almost time to turn in though. How much vodka have the two of them had?”

“Yeah, c’mon Romanoff, we’ve gotta get up early.” He said with a shake of his head, drawing her to her feet as she whined and cursed at him in Russian.

“Ok, you too, Y/N.”

“Aww, du fikk det kjære.” Great, you were speaking Norwegian now. “Jeg elsker deg så mye.”

She sighed as she started to drag you out of the bar, your own legs not up to the task of carrying you. “Jeg elsker deg også, Y/N.”

You were giggling like an idiot as the two of you headed back to your little cabin, Hilde eventually losing patience and tossing you over her shoulder, making you let out a whoop. She jumped when you started slapping out a rhythm on her ass, singing a stupid song to yourself about it, still in Norwegian.

“No more vodka for you.” She huffed after she kicked your door open, dropping you onto the couch with a squeal.

“Du er ikke morsom.” You grumbled, blowing a raspberry at her as you struggled to take your sweater off. 

“I’m loads of fun, but you, you’re too much.”  She watched you try to extricate yourself from your sweater for about a minute before rolling her eyes and moving to help you. How you managed to get your head stuck in your sleeve was a mystery. “You enjoy flirting with that little redhead all night?”

“Ha, er du sjalu?” You were making grabby hands at her as you gave her a stupid, sloppy grin that devolved into a frown as you struggled with unbuttoning your jeans.

“Are... are you just gonna speak Norwegian the rest of the night then? Is that what you’re doing?” She started to unbutton her flannel as she watched you roll around as you tried to remove your jeans. “And I’m not jealous!”

You snorted at her as you finally managed to get out of your jeans. “Løgner.”

She caught you when you almost fell off the sofa as you tried to remove your bra, wrapping a hand around your arm. Her other hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up so she could look into your eyes.

“How drunk are you?”

“Been worse.” You mumbled before nipping at the pad of her thumb.

“English, good.” She murmured, a smirk teasing her lips as she stepped forward and pressed her lips to yours. “Cause I want you to know exactly what I’m doing when I take you apart.”

“Oh, shit.” You moaned, gasping when she slid a hand down your torso until she could shove her fingers into your panties.

“Yeah, shit.” She purred in your ear, her fingers sliding easily through your slick coated folds. “Imagine how I must have felt watching you put your hands all over Nat, and let her put her hands all over you. You like acting like a little slut, baby?”

You whined as she slid two fingers inside you, digging your hands into the couch cushions as she stretched you open. Lewd squelches filled the tiny living room as she fucked you, sliding her digits in and out of you easily and curling them against that spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull.

She slid another finger into you and started brushing her thumb over your clit softly, grinning into your neck as you started whimpering. Your breath started to hitch and your pussy started clenching around her fingers as she brought you closer.

Suddenly her hand was gone, your orgasm receding as you let out a pathetic whine, huffing and turning to glare at her as she circled the couch. She just winked at you as she licked her fingers clean, moving to kneel in front of you and ignoring your pouting.

“Seems like you need a little reminder of whose pussy this is baby.” She started pressing soft kisses to the insides of your thighs as you squirmed with need.

Her fingers hooked under the sides of your panties and drew them off you in one swift motion before diving in. A shiver radiated from your core as she ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe, lashing kitten licks over your clit and holding your hips down so your couldn’t writhe against her face.

“So much better when you hold still baby.” She cooed, grinning as you mewled pathetically. “Tell me whose pussy this is baby.”

“Hilde!” The cry you let out was absolutely wanton, your breath coming in needy little pants as she took you apart.

“That’s right sweetheart, all fucking mine.”

Her tongue thrust into you without warning, curling against that sweet spot that made you almost pass out. You felt a coil forming in your abdomen, warmth spreading from your core fast as you held onto the couch for dear life.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Shit, oh god right there.” You were babbling like an idiot as you felt a wave of pleasure looming over you.

She felt you clench and grinned, sitting back on her heels and denying your orgasm again as you screamed with frustration. Her smile was wicked as she watched you sob, a sweaty, needy mess who was sagging into the couch.

“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you come.” She ran her fingers over her face slowly, cleaning your slick off her chin and sucking it into her mouth with a satisfied smirk.

“But I didn’t do anything!” You whined, kicking your feet like an angry toddler and squeezing your knees together to help relieve the throbbing ache between your thighs.

“I don’t care, say it anyway.” She sank next to you and nuzzled into your neck, tracing a trickle of sweat with her tongue and grinning as you whimpered. “C’mon baby, otherwise I’m just gonna edge you all night until you can’t even think.”

“Ugh, I hate you.” You rolled your head to pout at her and frowned when she gave you a wicked grin. “Fine, I’m sorry I flirted with Nat.”

“Oh, good girl.” She purred, wrenching your legs apart and shoving three fingers inside you with no preparation. “Now I’m gonna make you come fast, then I’m gonna sit on that pretty face until you pass out.”

Her palm ground against your clit and you wailed, your entire body vibrating around her fingers and your release soaking her up to the elbow as you came violently. You yelped when she scooped you up and flung you over her shoulder with a wicked grin, singing her own little song about how she was going to absolutely ruin you as she carried you to the bedroom.

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Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”. 

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever. 

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so. 

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt. 

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment. 

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you. 

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else. 

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.  Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out. 

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did. 

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress. 

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people. 

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing. 

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin. 

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.  

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America. 

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip. 

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.  

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Hereby requesting smutty prompt 8 with Mr Thor Odinson, please, m'lady! ❤️

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It was no surprise that the God of Thunder was a God when it came to other things as well. He was sex on legs basically and everybody was aware of it.

You were partly to blame for that, given that you made no efforts of keeping those explicit moans and screams to yourself. It was next to impossible.

It was also quite impossible to keep your hands to yourself, and you were both to blame for it. So much so that Tony made you both swear off of sex on missions after Steve Rogers complained about the ‘inappropriate incident’ to him one day, red faced and mortified.

But as the saying goes all forbidden things have a secret charm, it turned out to be all the more difficult to keep it in your pants.

Tonight was no different.

The team was on an outdoor mission that faced a few setbacks which required taking shelter in an abandoned warehouse for the night.

The air inside was hot and sticky and there wasn’t the slightest breeze to offer relief, the skin-hugging unitard didn’t help much either.

After tossing and turning on the dusty floor for several minutes, you decided to head out for some fresh air, sleep had officially eluded you. As you passed your teammates, you saw Steve fast asleep leaning against a shutter door, Nat sleeping next to a softly snoring Bruce holding hands, the sight making you smile. However there was no sign of Thor. He’d generously given his armor for you to use as a make-shift pillow, you just figured he must’ve fallen asleep beside you.

A light breeze welcomed you, sweat drying off instantly as you closed your eyes for a bit enjoying the gentle caress it offered. Arms outstretched, you took a few deep breaths in and out, enjoying the silence of the night.

If only you could peel off the uniform...

“Hello my love.”

A momentary squeal left your lips before you felt two strong muscular arms around your waist and warm, familiar breath fanning against your cheek. There was your answer to your quest of a missing Avenger.

“I was wondering where you were.” You grinned, placing your hands over his before pecking his stubbled cheek a couple of times.

It took you a second to realise but when you did, you turned to face the God of Thunder who stood half naked and proud in front of you, least bothered by the lack of clothing.

“Why the fuck—I, I mean. What are you doing half naked?”

Thor chuckled as you struggled to form a proper sentence, relishing in the fact that even after months of being with him, you were still tongue-tied when it came to seeing him sans clothes. He couldn’t blame you, he often did it on purpose just to get this reaction out of you.

It always worked, how could it not?

The man was a specimen. The sculpted physique that was pure muscle, the plains and dips of his toned torso more defined in the moonlight, made him appear ethereal.

“I gave you my armor to sleep on, remember?”

“So you’re just going to walk around shirtless?”

Your incredulous look made him laugh as he took slow deliberate steps towards you.

“Why? Is it bothering you?”

You gulped, glancing at the warehouse once before meeting his burning gaze, not bothering to answer him as it was quite clear how much it affected you.

“Why are you up at this hour my love? Missed me?” His voice dropped an octave lower, smirking when he realised you were walking backward, approaching the wall of the warehouse.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You replied weakly, the need to peel off your clothes and his stronger than ever. Another kind of heat had begun to gather between your legs and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

Thor caged you between his arms and the wall behind, clearly enjoying the effect he was seeing on your demeanor. Dipping his head, he kissed you just below your ear, grazing his teeth against your earlobe, making you sigh.

“If you can’t sleep, how about we have sex?” He whispered, pressing his front to yours while his fingers toyed with the zipper of your unitard.

“Thor w-we can’t.”

“We’ll be quiet love.” He insisted, the baritone you loved so much muffled by your skin. A tiny mewl that you emitted was the confirmation he needed to drag the zipper down slowly.

You stopped his attempts once half-heartedly, biting your bottom lip as you turned your head towards the entrance, knowing anyone could walk out at any time.

“Come on. You know you want to…”

You gave in, grabbing Thor by the back of his neck for a searing kiss. While both your fingers frantically fumbled with your clothing, your lips bruised against each other, biting and sucking in fervent passion.

He pushed the unitard down your shoulders, breasts, exposing your stomach before the cool night air met your moist folds down to your thighs is where he stopped. His lips trailed down the path covered by the fabric seconds ago, sucking on your nipples until they hardened while you pulled on his hair, guiding him further south where you wanted him the most. Your desperate whine made him chuckle against the skin of your stomach.

“Shh love. I got you.”

Holding your folds apart, he covered your clit with his mouth making your head hit the back of the wall with a strangled cry. His tongue flicked against your bundle of nerves with expertise, involuntarily sending your hips to grind against his mouth.

He watched you with darkened eyes as his fingers gathered the wetness between your legs before plunging them inside your entrance, curling them inward only to have you bite back a moan.

You wordlessly begged him for more and he obeyed, standing up and turning you so your chest was pressed against the wall before he pulled your hips back. You heard him undo his jeans before you felt his erection teasing at your entrance, gathering some of your wetness on his tip.

Thor pushed in slowly, filling and stretching you deliciously until he bottomed out, gradually moving in and out of your heat and setting a steady rhythm. Your nails scratched against the concrete as you met his thrusts, biting your bottom lip to the point where you were sure it would draw blood.

“Faster Thor..” you begged, a tiny part of you that was thinking rationally worried about being caught.

You wish was granted when he increased his pace, grunting he leaned over, biting your earlobe between his teeth. Your knees threatened to buckle and if it weren’t for him holding you upright, you’d have crumbled to the floor. A loud moan echoed in the night when his hand travelled to your bundle of nerves and began rubbing tight circles, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.

Thor growled when you clenched his cock, making him pound into you harder than before, your combined groans and pants breaking the silence of the night.

“Let go my love, I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

And you did, you came harder than you had before, crying in pleasure as your legs trembled and body shuddered under his. Thor’s hips faltered soon and he came inside you, his fingers digging into your butt cheeks, ropes of thick cum spilling against your walls as his cock jerked and twitched before stilling completely.

He held your limp body close as you both came down from your highs, head still buzzing from that mind-blowing sex.

Pulling out carefully, he watched his seed drip down your thighs before helping you dress with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, a little unsteady on your feet knowing that was the reason behind his sly smile.

“Do you need me to carry you inside?”

“No thank you.” You hit his chest before joining in the laughter.

“Put some clothes on for heaven's sake.”

Walking back inside you sighed in relief when you saw your teammates fast asleep and oblivious to the activities that had transpired right outside just minutes ago.

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[charliedawn]

Imagine Loki being jealous of Thor's popularity..until you tell him that he his your favorite Avenger ! (Childpov! Because I find it cute..)

When Thor and Loki land on Earth, they both feel disoriented by their sudden shift in surroundings. However, once they are a little less confused, Thor is submerged by fangirls that ask for autographs and photos. Loki rolls his eyes dramatically at his brother's wide smile and surrounded by Midgardian females. However, he is surprised to feel a slight tug on his sleeve and looks down to see a child with a pen and a notebook. He arks an eyebrow, but the girl doesn't seem scared and only raises her objects with stars in her eyes.

" Could you please sign this ?!"

Loki frowns in confusion and looks around, wondering if your parents would interfere or try to get you away from him, but no one comes..He then looks back down at you before crouching in front of you with a small smile.

" You must be mistaking, darling. I'm not an Avenger. If you're looking for my brother, he's right over there.."

He says while showing you the tall blond man with his finger. But the child cuts him off to scream, almost indignantly, at his reply.

"Of course you are ! You tried to save the planet, didn't you ?! You fought Thanos and saved the people of Asgard !"

He is about to deny, but reconsiders when he realizes that you are right..for the most part.

" Well..technically."

He says with a certain uncertainty in his voice. It is bad to lie to a child, but he isn't really lying..Just not adding any information on how he killed thousands of people in New York. He takes the objects and frowns, not really sure how to use the objects you handed him. You smile and show him by mimicking the gestures. He finally gets it and signs his name on the notebook with his neat handwriting. You take the notebook and squeal in utter happiness as you clutch the notebook against your heart while jumping up and down excitedly. He can't help but smile before Thor arrives and frowns at the odd scene. He thinks the girl wants an autograph and is about to take the notebook when Loki grabs his hand, glaring at him warningly.

" Don't you dare. You have your Midgardian fans. Let me have this."

Thor is surprised by his brother's demeanor, until the girl wraps her arms around his leg and screams.

" Thank you so much ! I'll keep it forever !"

Thor sees a smile draw on his brother's face as he gently ruffles your hair.

" No worries, little girl. What is your name ?"

" My name is Y/N !"

You answer with a large grin.

" And do you know who he is, Y/N ?"

Loki glares up at Thor for asking the question, but is overwhelmed with joy at your answer.

" Of course ! He's King Loki ! He's the coolest Avenger ever ! And he's got those superpowers ! Mom says he's a magician ! I love magicians !"

Loki feels his heart beat loudly in his chest and if he could cry, he would have. He takes you in his arms and carries you onward, not giving one last glance back at Thor. Thor is shocked, but doesn't dare contradict his brother's action, only following you after a moment.

" Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll go find your parents, alright ?"

A couple of hours later in the Avengers tower :

Loki shows you to all of the Avengers with a wide smile as you look at everything with glitter in your eyes. He is so proud and happy that none of the others dare tell him to put you down..

" Hum..Should we tell him that the child is supposed to go home at some point ?"

Clint asks while eyeing the both of you warily, but Nat only smiles as she had never seen Loki so happy..Ever.

" No. Let him have his fun for the day. Plus, I already asked her and phoned her parents. They agreed for her to stay with him for the day..As long as we stay with them as well."

Thor only smiles satisfactorily as he sees his brother carrying the small human around.

" How much is a child on Earth ?"

The whole team looks at him with wide eyes and Tony sighs exasperatedly before pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

"Oh no..Not again. When we thought it couldn't get any worse, even Thor is considering buying the kid.."

Thor, still staring at you both, doesn't think twice before saying nonchalantly.

"..Or kidnapping it."

This time, even Natasha is shocked and Thor only smiles at the whole team before adding.

" What ? You think we paid for Loki ? Can't you do that on Earth ?"

" Oh my God.."

Bruce exclaims, shocked and also horrified by the news. No wonder Loki hated him.. Steve sighs while looking at you and standing up to talk to Loki. The moment he announces that he has to take you back, nobody can tell who is the most heartbroken between the two of you. You hug Loki tightly and refuse to let him go. Finally, it's Loki that has to bring you back. Your parents witness your heartbroken goodbyes.

" Goodbye, king Loki. I always knew you weren't a villain.."

You hug him again and, to your surprise, Loki only stands up, makes a magical paper appear and goes to talk to your parents.

" Dear parents of Y/N, you may not know me that well, but I want your child to spend time with me. I think I just made a friend and I may not know anything about friendship, but what I know is that if anything happened to the small human, I would certainly destroy this world and take my own life. Please, accept to sign this contract that allows me to spend time with her, whenever you want..Just, please, allow me to see her again. She's my only fan, and I don't even know how that happened. So, I'm begging you, let me keep her for a day or two a week and I will be forever grateful."

Your parents, awestruck and impressed by the speech, look successively at you both multiple times before taking the paper. Their eyes widen at the money and from what they could see, the God was absolutely serious..

" We..We'll think about it ?"

You father answers awkwardly, not really sure of how to react. The God could easily crush him..Plus, that was one hell of a speech. Loki, satisfied with the answer, bows courteously before coming back to you and crouching in front of you with a smile.

" I'm sure we'll see each other soon."

You smile widely and give him one last hug before he gets back in the car.

2 weeks later :

You're adopted now, don't even try to fight it. You will be his best friend and he will take you wherever he goes as his personal emotional support and a way to never be humiliated again.

" See, brother ! I can be popular too !"

Thor rolls his eyes, the same way Loki did when he had fangirls around.

" Please ! Someone ! Take the child away!"

" On your left, Rogers!"

Tony yells, but Loki zigzags and succeeds in escaping before anyone could grab you. Loki runs with you in his arms, his helmet on your head.

" You'll never catch us ! Nyeheheehee !"

You say in your best evil laugh and the Avengers spend the rest of the day chasing you..The End.

I'm not gonna lie. I did this for fun. I know it isn't Shakespeare, but I still love it. 😂

[lozzypoz321]

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in so long!!! But I am quite surprised that my current 200 followers (wow) haven’t unfollowed by now but this is my 200 celebration fic even though I’m a bit late- also I’m sorry if this sucks I just haven’t written in ages! Please bare with me! Kindly proofread by @canadianhufflepuffavenger 💗

Warnings: angst, past break up

Your real dad

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Steve tightened his grip around your draw-string bag that he had convinced you to part ways with, as you, him and your mother made your way into the tower. He was dreading the reunion with Bucky after not seeing the team for about 2 weeks. You were practically bouncing on your feet to see your real dad. While Steve was there watching you treat your dad like a hero but not even spare him a glance.

Your family relationship was complicated yet simple at the same time: you hated your mom but tolerated her, loved your dad with all your heart, hated your stepdad as much as he tried, treated Peter like your brother and Thor exactly like your uncle.

Why did you hate your stepdad so much?

Well, first of all, he pretended like he was your real dad and tried to do all of the things with you that you and Bucky did together. Second, he always stole all your moms attention and made you feel like you were alone (whether he meant it or not)

The elevator door dinged, indicating that the three of you had reached your floor where currently Bucky, Thor, Tony, Natasha and Sam were hanging out, waiting for your “family”. The others were in the kitchen, trying to get a sneak taste of the food that had been ordered.

“Dad!” You yelled and raced up to the super soldier, he broke out into a grin and picked you up off the ground to invade you into a bone-breakinghug. “Hiya doll face.”

You grinned back at him and got down from his arms briefly to run across the room to retrieve your drawstring back so you could show your dad your new spiderman action figure that had been bought by your cousin Peter.

“Look! Look!”

He smirked slightly at your excited demeanour as you held up the toy as high as you could while jumping up and down for him to see. Once he’d figured out who the character was, you had already gone running off to see what Wanda and Vision had baked in one of the many kitchens.

“Hey Buck” Steve acknowledged as friendly as he could, it wasn’t that the two ‘friends’ hated each other, but there was definitely some tension in the room as the two sat parallel. Tony cleared his throat and mentioned something about having a cough as he quickly left the room.

“I better see where he got off to” Natasha and your mother said at exactly the same time, not wanting to experience what they thought was about to go down.

“Hi Steve” the older soldier greeted back, not sure what the intentions of the conversation were exactly. In the tower, the history between both soldiers and your mother was known but not really spoke of- Bucky dated your mother for quite a while (almost four entire years), and got her pregnant with you, but- as everybody was sure to know- all good things must come to an end- and the two broke up on good terms. That was before Steve Rogers himself got involved at a certain billionaire’s party when they realized they were (and this is in your mother's words) “meant for each other.”

“I’m erm, here to speak to you about something.” As if the awkwardness present in the room was no longer enough before, by now it was almost too much. Thor and Sam took the most obvious hint and left the room in search of something else to occupy their time.

“Well, you’re free to speak-“ Bucky was interrupted by the loud sound of laughing from behind the wooden door and almost instantly after a hushing sound. The two men had completely different reactions to this, Steve was utmostly confused, both eyebrows scrunching together, while Bucky’s face held a small smile. He knew exactly who was trying to eavesdrop and it just proved how much Steve did not know his stepdaughter from the fact he didn’t immediately know. “(Y/N),” he called out, the humour evident in his voice, “Parker, we know you're out there.”

“Awww, Peter you gave our secret identities up!”

By now Steve had caught on to the two of you and laughed lightly, trying to cover up the fact that his only chance to ask Bucky his question alone, was interrupted.

The wooden door creaked open, revealing Peter, dressed up in his spiderman suit for dramatic effect and you with a bandana on, which you thought made you look like a ninja and you held your action figure tightly in your left hand.

“(Y/N), you know it’s rude to eavesdrop” Steve scolded you, trying to be firm. You ignored him and shrugged your shoulders before going to follow the scent of Chinese food.

“Doll,” your dad stopped you “don’t ignore people, you know not to do that” he stood up from his spot on the sofa and began to also make his way to the kitchen, you right beside him muttering a small “okay dad.”

Steve tried not to let his heart sink as his best friend walked away. He would just have to try and get Bucky alone at another point in the night. If he didn’t get an answer, then he would have no use for the small box that was sitting in his trouser pocket.

“Bonjour,” Clint greeted the two of you as you both arrived for food, the island set up with enough plastic plates for everyone (Tony couldn’t be bothered with hiring people to wash normal, expensive ones multiple times a day)

Your mother smiled at you from the other side of the kitchen, but she was immediately confused when you didn’t smile back. The reason you had not, is because you had a feeling you knew exactly what question your stepdad had for Bucky and did not at all like the sound of it.

“Fries?” Bruce offered, tilting the box of food towards you. You nodded gratefully and grabbed a handful. The conversations at the table were mixed; Thor ranting passionately about the food at his home planet, Tony mumbling something about not even being hungry anyway (you thought he was just being salty since he didn’t get his Shawarma), Bucky and Sam having a silent argument across the table, and Peter was busy singing Christmas songs in his best Santa Claus voice.

“Have a holly jolly Christmas, and in case you didn’t seeeee” Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically at the teenager making everyone laugh.

“Hey don’t get annoyed at me! Everyone loves Christmas!”

You used to love Christmas before your parents separated and you weren’t allowed to spend the holiday with your dad.

“I don’t like Christmas,” your dad shrugged half mindedly while taking a sip of his soda. Peter looked at him like he had two heads and exclaimed in shock, “that impossible!”

“It ain’t kid,” Bucky chuckled while your mother shifted in her seat uncomfortably, realizing the reasoning.

While you worked your way through the pile of noodles, Thor’s incessant ranting came to an end, and the teenager had seemingly run out of songs, the group of superheroes decided to hang out in the living room and watch a movie before you, Steve and your mother had to go home.

“Which one?” Nat asked the room while holding up two movies, the nightmare before Christmas and the corpse bride. Both Halloween movies, neither particularly scary.

“How could one have a nightmare on the day before Christmas? Surely that is against the rules of the Holiday Christmas, that is based on happiness?” Thor asked, earning a quizzical look from you. “Stop tryna act like Shakespeare big man” Tony laughed while grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it all into his mouth.

Steve ignored the billionaire, and while no one seemed to be paying attention he directed his attention to Bucky, swallowing nervously. “Hey Buck, can I speak to you for a sec outside?”

Confusion spread over the soldier’s face for a split second before complying and getting up from the couch with Steve as discreetly as possible as to not raise suspicion from the rest of the team and you.

“What’s up?” He asked once they’d reached the hallway outside, he didn’t know what was up with the younger man but he could easily tell that he’d been acting nervous around himself and your mom.

“Um, I have a question, you don’t have to say yes or no or anything-“

“Your ranting.”

He stopped and thought for a second, wondering how to put it. “I know it’s been complicated recently, and I know this might make it worse with all your history with (Y/M/N) and (Y/N) but I really do love both of them and since (Y/M/N)’s parents passed a while ago, there’s no one to really ask for their blessing so I guess I’m here to ask you, can I have your blessing to propose to (Y/M/N)?”

Bucky stood emotionless for a second, not knowing how to react. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy for Steve and support him or to be angry. He had both reasonable attributes for each option but was cut short when he heard the sound of a door banging against its hinges on the floor above.

Both of your dad’s eyebrows scrunched together, who was that? Everyone in the tower knew not to do it because Tony despised it, and everyone with a brain knew that when Tony got annoyed, bad things happened.

Then almost instantly after the door entering the living room revealing an awkward Loki “I’m sorry to interrupt this conversation but your daughter slash stepdaughter, just ran upstairs in tears so if you could quickly wrap this little moment up, it would be greatly appreciated”

Bucky’s heart stopped, why were you crying?

He and Steve completely forgot about their previous conversation and quickly headed upstairs, nearly running Peter over in the process coming from the toilet. But just as they reached the door where you normally stayed when you came for sleepovers, Bucky stopped and put a finger to his lips.

“I think I should go in.” Instead of arguing, and saying that it would be good ‘bonding time’ to get you to like him, Steve silently agreed and let your dad go in.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he gently closed the door behind himself, instantly catching sight of you sat on the carpeted floor, furiously wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he took ahold of both of your wrists and set them down on your lap, “why’re you crying doll?”

Tears continued to stream unapologetically down your cheeks, you didn’t know how to tell him. That you had snuck out of the living room to see where the two had gone and then eavesdropped into their conversation, and once hearing your stepdad (who you did not like at all) was going to become a permanent part of your life, ran off crying.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you shook your head, making him sigh. “Please tell me, I wanna know why. You trust me right (Y/N)?”

The simple nod was all he needed, yet his heart still ached. Seeing his only daughter in tears and didn’t trust him enough to tell him why? It was heartbreaking for him. “I don’t want him to marry mom,” you quietly admitted, “the only reason I’m still allowed to see you is because she thinks I still need a father figure, so now he’s gonna be here forever I won’t be- I won’t be able to see you anymore.”

He sighed deeply, trying to find a way to comfort you. “You will, I promise. I’ll always be apart of your life doll. No one can ever take you away from me because you're my daughter and I love you so so much, m’kay?”

You sniffled and wiped the final tears from your cheeks. “Okay.”

Before you could both get up and return downstairs to finish the movie, Bucky stopped you and lifted you up to whisper something to you.

Once he had finished you pulled back and nodded hesitantly, realizing that you should put your grudge behind you and face a fear.

Your dad and you returned outside, Steve waiting patiently while resting on the wall, gently smiling at you to make sure you were okay.

“Go on doll,” Bucky quietly urged, making you take a deep breath and just go for it.

“I give you my blessing to marry mom.” Steve’s heart skipped multiple beats as his brain tried to process what you had said. You’d finally accepted him into your life?

He broke out into a grin, trying to form words to thank you without seeming like this meant the absolute world to him. “Thank you (Y/N). I appreciate it so much.”

Bucky was proud of you for taking a leap and letting Steve into your life when you were scared. He realized at that moment that even if you did have a dad and a stepdad at the same time, he’d fulfilled his role already.

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Bloodsport

PAIRING: Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

SUMMARY: a strange plant on a mission changes Steve's and your world. 

WORDS: 2234

WARNINGS: body dysphoria (in a sense), body swapping from male to female and vice versa, mentions of period blood, swearing, mentions of testing and drawing blood, if i left anything off please let me know. Not necessarily angst but awkwardness and an attempt at humor. Fluff at the end cause I’m a big softy. 

A/N: This is an extremely late entry for @anika-ann's wonderful writing challenge. Thank you for being so patient! I chose the dialogue prompt challenge-  "I'm losing my mind." mixed with a Steve Rogers body swap.

HEADS UP: This is a crack fic and an homage to my love for awkward humor. It may not even be funny idk. Lol. Also, this fic is not beta read, all gramatical mistakes/plot holes/shitty writing are all on me. 

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"That is the strangest looking plant I've ever seen." 

Trudging through the thick and dark forest, you turned your head to look at Nat, who was staring rather curiously at a… flower? Bush? Flower bush? Scrunching up your nose, you walked over towards Nat so you could inspect the plant as well. 

"What is it?" You asked more to yourself than to Nat.

"It doesn't look like it's from earth." Bruce was furiously typing on an iPad, trying to get information on it. 

"Guys, c'mon. We're supposed to be doing recon, not playing botanist. Plus, aren't you supposed to be a little more green, Dr. Banner?" Tony quipped into the coms. He was the group's eye in the sky for this mission and rocketed past you all above.

"Tony's right. We gotta stick to the mission." Steve came over your side. 

"Did… Did Capsicle just agree with me?" 

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes at you, making you giggle. Forward you marched, making your way to the terrorist compound you were staking out. Little did you know that the flowers' effect was already taking hold of you and your team. 

*****

You were startled awake by someone urgently banging at the door. BANG BANG BANGBANGBANG BANG. Groggily looking over at your clock… Wait, your clock wasn't where it was supposed to be. But wait… On second look, why the hell were you in Roger's room? You didn't have a chance to check further; the incessant banging was back. 

"Someone had better be dead!" You barked out and the banging stopped.

Your eyes grew wide as you noticed your voice was much deeper. Great, the last thing you needed was the start of a cold. 

Trudging to Steve's door, you yanked it open, a glare in your eyes. Except the glare quickly turned into a look of horror mixed with confusion. You were staring at… Yourself?? But she… You… were shorter? What in the holy hell was going on??? 

"CLONE!" You screeched out and went to attack mode trying to hit yourself in the jaw. You… She easily blocked the move. And that's when you noticed: your arm was not your arm. It was big and full of muscles, freckles kissing the skin. "Wh-what??"

You looked down further and saw a bulging chest, washboard abs, and sleep pants you didn't remember putting on the night before. Quickly, you moved back in the apartment and went into the bathroom. You had to see. You had to know. You flipped the light and there he was in all his wholesome, american pie glory: Steven Grant Rogers was staring back at you, a look of shock on his face. Hearing footsteps coming toward you, you looked out the door and your face looked concerned and confused as well as your body leaned against the doorway, arms folded. 

"I'm Steve…" You weakly croaked. "So are you..?"

"I'm you." Steve nodded, finishing your thought.

"I feel like I'm losing my mind." Your bottom lip quivered and a few stray tears fell down your cheeks. 

"Hey, don't cry, ok?" Steve spoke softly as he reached out to swipe the tears. You gave him a small smile and touched his hand, grateful you weren't going through this by yourself. 

"Do you know if anyone else was affected?" 

"Not yet. The only reason I knew was that your cat came and snuggled around my torso and woke me up." 

You nodded solemnly.

"What do we do, Steve?"

"We should get the team together, see if anyone else was affected."

Turned out, you two were not the only ones feeling body snatched. Nat and Bruce also swapped bodies. It almost turned disastrous when Nat realized and she almost Hulked out. You don't know how she managed to stop it, (if you had turned into Bruce, you would have definitely changed), but she calmed down and was able to sit at the conference table with you all. Bruce kept putting his hands around himself, feeling utterly exposed and wildly uncomfortable. 

"So… Capcicle is you and you're Capcicle." Tony looked at you and Steve. "And Nat is the jolly green giant and Bruce is getting in touch with his feminine side." 

"Tony." You warned, doing your best Cap impression. 

"What we need is a blood test, try to figure out what's going on with you guys, how long it will last, yadda yadda. I'll reach out to Dr. Cho for assistance since she has some experience in handling alien biology. Meanwhile, I think it would be best for you all to take a couple of days off. Hopefully, this thing just wears off naturally."

As the team got vials of your blood taken, it was decided that the couples would bunk together: Nat with Bruce and you with Steve. You had offered up your room and Steve had taken it. Especially since, as you pointed out, your couch was much more comfortable than his art deco style couch. 

"Guys, one more thing." Tony said as you all were beginning to file out. "Don't leave the rooms unless its an absolute emergency. We don't know how this thing reacts yet. Could be contagious." 

As you unlocked your door, the once familiar and cozy dwelling of your apartment suddenly seemed foreign from this angle. You felt too much, much too much for the space and all at once you felt tears spring to your eyes.

"Hey, it's ok." You felt a hand on your arm and your eyes staring back at you, looking concerned. "Doctor Cho is gonna get us fixed in a flash, you'll see." 

"I'm just… I-I don't want this to be permanent."

"I know, but it's only for a bit. We'll be ok in a couple of days."

You nodded, wiping away the tears. 

"Hey, start a movie for us while I use the restroom." He coughed and straightened up. "I'll be as non-invasive as possible." 

That earned him a chuckle. 

"I would never worry about you, Steve." You smiled shyly at him. 

As Steve went to the restroom, you sat down on your couch and started scanning through Netflix, looking for something to watch. Stranger Things felt too close to home, somehow. Maybe a comedy, you thought. And that's when you heard a gasp. 

"I'm bleeding. Why am I bleeding???" Came a screech from the bathroom.

Your eyes grew wide. Oh dear sweet Jesus, no. It wasn't supposed to happen for a couple more days. Of course it would happen right then. How in the hell were you supposed to talk Steve Rogers, America's Golden Boy, a man who gets a blush when you just teasingly flirt with him, through this? Your cheeks felt on fire as mortification set in. Why???

"Steve…" Big gulp of air. "It sounds like I started my period."

"What?!" 

"Ha-have you not heard of a period, Steve?" Was this about to be way worse than you thought?

"Of course I have! I'm from the 40′s, not an idiot. Just… is it supposed to be this much?" 

He sounded exasperated and scared. You could just imagine the look on his face. Poor guy. Your heart instantly went out to him, remembering how weird and uncomfortable your first time was. 

"Sometimes it can be." Your voice came out as calm and gentle as possible. "Steve, listen to me. Don't panic, okay? We'll get through this together."

"Okay." His voice came back a little shaky. "What do I do? Do I need one of those pad things?" 

Oh christ. You only had tampons and you were not talking the captain through that. Think, think, think . 

"No, I'm sorry. I don't have anything except tampons. Listen, I'm going to run to the store really fast and get some for you. I'm also gonna drop down some fresh underwear and you can use some toilet paper in the underwear until I get back. Okay?" 

"Do you really have to go through this every month?" Steve asked incredulously. 

"Yep." You said, popping the 'p'. 

"Women are truly superior." You heard him mumble. 

After grabbing the underwear, you headed to the store to grab some much needed supplies. Sure, Tony had said don't leave the room unless it's an absolute emergency, but when had you ever listened to him? Plus, if this wasn't an emergency, then what was? 

It was odd, stepping out as Steve. You got quite a few more stares than normal; women, and more than a few men would gawk. You signed a few autographs, took a few pictures. It was so surreal. Your specialty being an assassin/spy, you weren't used to feeling so exposed. You couldn't hide a six foot, all American, beefy, golden haired Cap if you wanted to anyway. 

Going into the store, you grabbed the pads first, then went to the candy aisle. You knew that nothing was better for periods than chocolate and you got multiple kinds, not 100% sure what Steve wanted or liked. Then you grabbed some ice cream and also pretzels, just in case he had a salt craving. 

Finally, as you made your way to the check out, you thought if you needed anything else. You had midol and Tylenol at home. Also an amazing heating pad that had been your trusty companion through many of your worst ones. 

You plopped the items on the counter and the older lady ringing you up smiled brightly at you. 

"It's so nice to see a young man buying items for his lady friends. You wouldn't catch a man doing that in my day."

"Uh, thank you ma'am." Was all you could say as you returned the smile. 

Once you were back, you put the ice cream up, grabbed the midol, and brought the rest of your pillage with you. Going back to your bedroom, you couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. He was curled up on your bed, blanket covering sweatpants and a tee he had managed to find along with the heating pad that was previously housed by the side of your bed. 

"Hey. Internet says that heat helps. Is that true? It doesn't seem to be doing much." He asked, pained eyes looking toward you. 

"Yeah, it does." You nodded, smiling back. "Give it time. My muscles are extra achy the first day. Also, these will help."

You walked toward your night stand and placed the midol there along with all the chocolate candy options. Steve looked shocked, but grateful at all the options. 

"Do you have those pads?" Steve asked. "This paper is getting… um. Uncomfortable." 

"Yes! I have them." You exclaimed as if you forgot. 

You grabbed one of the bags scattered on the floor and handed him the squishy package. Carefully, he stood up and went to the restroom. You laid down in bed beside his spot and continued to scroll for a movie that was previously interrupted. After settling on Robin Hood for the 400th time, you eased yourself down. 

You heard the door open and Steve walked out, a little shyness in him. You patted the spot beside you and a smile started to form on his lips before he climbed back into bed. 

"Oh wow, I really am a human furnace." You heard him mumble to himself as he shifted closer to you. For some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up with his confession.

After a bit, the snacks were broken into. Sweet chocolate of various flavors, (chocolate with almonds awarded the best for Steve), matched with the salty snap of the pretzels. You almost had to contain a moan after biting into some decadent chocolate with caramel. After a really stressful day, it felt so good eating your favorite candy and watching a movie you've seen forever. Steve seemed in better spirits too, smiling and even tossing a couple of pretzels at you, making you laugh. 

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep and as you heard a yawn from Steve. It was getting pretty late and Dr. Cho would probably have some tests for you to do or news to tell. You eased out of the covers and started to go towards the living room. 

"Where are you going?" Steve asked.

"Just out to the couch. You can have the bed since you aren't feeling good."

Steve looked a little crestfallen at the suggestion and there was a questioning look in his eyes. 

"Everything ok?" You asked. 

"Yeah. It's just… Do you mind sleeping in here with me? You beside me have done worlds better than the heat pad.

You were sure that pink tinged cheeks were the color that Caps face was sporting as you walked back over to him. Slipping into bed, you turned onto your side to face the wall. You looked over towards Steve, a smile on your lips. 

"You can cuddle with me, if you want." You offered. "That way the heat will be all over." 

"Uh… I don't know. D'you think that will be appro--"

"Just cuddle me, Rogers." You giggle sighed. 

Tentatively, Steve put his hands around your waist, shimming himself closer to your body. You could hear a contented sigh and a mumbled 'much better' when his torso made contact with your back. It wasn't long before you could hear him lightly snoring and you were dozing off too. You didn't know what would happen tomorrow. You were just grateful that today was over. 

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A/N: I feel like I should apologize for this mess. 🤷

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Do It For Me | b.b

Synopsis: Y/N may never be able to forgive Bucky if he goes through with his decision. (pre-endgame with a twist, very inaccurate storyline and writing I know but it’s all fiction)

Warnings: a few cuss words here and there

Based off of Greys Anatomy (between Izzie and Denny)

My first ever Bucky Barnes fanfic! I’m getting more into writing for Marvel characters.

I had been sat up in my room at the Avengers compounds for the whole day at his point; harnessing my magic, drawing/reading to calm me down, and just enjoying a nice day off. Everything seemed quiet, a little too quiet for my taste. No one had come knocking on my door to talk or check up on me. After a few minutes I started to hear talking through my headphones and it was coming from outside my door. I slowly let my earbuds drop from my ears, silently opening up my door and creeping downstairs. It had seemed to more I got down the steps, I saw more people come into view. All backs were turned, some arms crossed, but voices were definitely raised. It felt like more than one person kept trying to speak and once at the bottom step, I saw the one person who was the center of it all.

Wanda was the first one to see me, cutting her sentence short, and soon everyone followed. Steve’s face dropped, biting his lower lip and looking at the floor. Bucky stood up, eyes almost bulging out of his head. I looked around stunned at everyones faces as they all made a collective sigh.

“W-what’s...what’s going on guys.” Wasn’t so much of a question, but more of a ‘tell me now or I’ll crush you guys with just a thought’. My powers were growing, everyone knew this. With one scream, a whole city could go deaf. With no swipe of my hand, I can send more than 10 men flying 100 feet. Most of the time they wouldn’t dare bother me in fear of my emotions becoming heightened and possibly destroying something. But something tells me right now might be the first time that happens.

“I said, what’s going on.” My hands glowed purple, the color of my powers. Wanda immediately rushed in front of me and looked me in the eyes, rubbing her hands over mine. When she found out I also harnessed powers from an infinity stone, Tony made it a point to have her help me maintain my magic. Her touch softened the glow, instantly calming down my heart rate. She repeated the same phrase to me; ‘don’t let it take control of you, take control of it’. The purple glow went away, as she guided me towards the group.

“Thanos is coming, Y/N.” Tony spoke up.

“And we’re trying to figure out how to stop him once and for all but...there was an idea brought up.” Bruce chimed in, and I followed his gaze right to Bucky. His head laying low. My mind went to the darkest of places. Bucky had never looked so ashamed. All I wanted to do was hug him and rub up and down his back, he always liked that. The last time I did that for him was a few nights ago when he had yet another nightmare and I found him downstairs watching TV even though I knew he was exhausted. He was too afraid to fall asleep. I remember that night, thinking about how badly I wanted to tell him how I felt. He had been my rock since coming into the compound, even if nobody else saw it. Our friendship consisted of late night snacks and conversations, training together making each other stronger, and always communicating and tell each other the truth no matter what. But oh, how I wanted that friendship to mean more to him as it does to me. But I would panic, thinking I wasn’t ever going to be good enough for one of the best people I’d ever met. He deserved a woman who was just as great as he was. 

“Tell her.” Natasha spoke, anger laced in her voice.

“Bucky...” I whispered. 

“My greatest wish in life is to take back every bad thing I did in this world. Every person I had killed, hurt, ruined their life.” He looks at Tony with deep regret. “And I can’t ever do that physically, but maybe in another way, I can.” He was rubbing his hands together avoiding my gaze.

“Okay? Bucky that’s great that you’ve figured out how you want to do that-” 

“You didn’t let him finish.” Sam said with a monotone voice.

“We need to be ready whenever Thanos decides to come. And the only way for me to get my wish is to...be the one that’s sacrificed during the battle.” My heart stopped and the ringing in my ears began to pick up. Wanda could see my hands glowing much brighter and more rapidly this time. I could feel her hands come up to the sides of my arms but within a flash my whole body shook the entire room like an earthquake.

“What!!” I walked over to him and slammed down on the table. “Are you out of your god damn mind Barnes!”

He tried to reach out but I raised my hand, stopped his movement and moving his arm to stay at his side, unable to move it.

“No, no, no you’re not doing this. You guys please tell him he is NOT sacrificing himself! You have no idea how much power those stones are! Just look at me! I have the same powers as a stone yet I can’t control shit Bucky! It’s out of control you’ll be dead before you can even use one stone to fight off Thanos!”

“I’ve been working with Tony and Shuri on a way to help me harness the power. They’ve been working on a suit for me that is stronger than Tony’s. Y/N you have to understand that this is my way of righting my wrongs, if I die then I die a hero who saved the whole world, not someone who use to kill hundreds of people with no remorse.” I turned towards Tony, his eyes becoming scared as he held his breath.

“You...” I throw my hands up and thrashed Tony into the wall, shattering it. He couldn’t move, paralyzed by fear at what I could do to him. Wanda yelled out to stop, but I couldn’t hear anything over my own boiling anger. “You knew about this. You knew he wanted to die and didn’t try to stop him!”

“I-I was just doing what I thought was the only option.” I slammed him again into the wall.

“There’s other options Tony!” I began to cry out, tears instantly springing from my eyes so quick it took me a second to realize I was even crying. With each puff of my chest my powers weakened as I wasn’t paying as much attention anymore, my brain becoming overstimulated with dark thoughts.

Bucky came up behind me and brought his arms around mine, his cheek pressed up against the back of my head.

“You’re not doing this Buck, we’ll find another way.” I said in between cries. I looked around seeing everyone else become emotional at my breakdown. Natasha was like a mother figure to me, this was the first time I was seeing her tear up. Wanda was my protector, but she didn’t know how to protect me from my own feelings. And everyone who surrounded me, who watched me grow from a 20 something year old uncontrollable witch to a grounded and a fantastic Avenger, wore heavy hearts and hooded eyes. I turned around quickly wiping my eyes of any tears and stood tall. My breathing coming back to normal. “It’s okay we’ll-we’ll find another way. There’s gotta be another way right?” 

“Y/N...” He said sadly, clutching my hair. I pushed him off and walked away giving some distance between us, actually, between the whole crew. I stood on one side of the room while the rest remained where they were.

“Don’t do that. Don’t try to make me okay with this. Alright, you did some shit in your past Bucky, so what we all don’t have the best track records as angels. And I’m sure you don’t feel like you deserve to live with all of the trauma you’ve endured but guess what? You do! You know how you get the fix things? You become a better person, a fighter and protector of the world! People change Bucky and I’ve seen it first hand in you! You deserve to live just as much as anyone else!” Everyone remained silent, so I assumed they agreed with me. “And if you tell me one more time about sacrificing yourself because that’ll right your wrongs in this world, so help me God, I will kill you myself right now!” And without thinking, my hand shot out a purple beam of light, latching onto a glass vase and chucking it around the room, creating a whole in the wall and the glass shattering everywhere.

He walked up to me peacefully with his hands held in the air.

“Y/N, please. I’m going to be alright, you don’t have to worry this much. You should be more concerned about protecting yourself. I definitely wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t do this and something worse happens to you.”

I laughed in sadness.

“What about me? What about me when you die!” I saw multiple people begin to shed the same tears I was. We had all grown fond of Bucky when he joined us. He really proved and showed deep down, behind the trauma HYDRA had left him, he was a great man. That’s why I fell so deeply in love with him. “That’s the worst thing that could ever happen to me Bucky! I will die inside if you don’t exist in this world!”

“Y/N-” more tears sprang from his eyes. His voice cracked and got lower. It’s like he couldn’t find the words to describe the pain in his heart at the thought of leaving you behind. Without having told you that he loved you too. 

“No I get it! You’ll be okay, you’ll be fine with it but what about me? Please, don’t do it for yourself, do it for me please!” I hunched over, the grief and pain overtaking my body. I felt too weak to even stand and continue yelling at him. “Please Bucky, please do this for me! Don’t leave me please don’t do this, I can’t take it please! You have to do this for me, because if you don’t I will never be able to forgive you!”

He stepped closer at a slower pace.

“For dying? For saving the world?”

“No for making me love you!” I began to cry out harder, the ring in my voice shaking the room once again, making everyone’s hands fly up to their ears as I got louder and louder. Natasha at this point was full on bawling, along with most people in the room. I think it was safe to say everyone knew of my affection towards the man at the center of attention, and maybe that’s why everyone had left me alone today. Afraid of this exact situation. The one person, the one thing in this world that can bring me to tears at my feet.

Bucky’s eyes filled with adoration as he ran up to me and held me on the floor in between his legs. I clutched at his arm crying into his shoulder. He looked back at Tony, who only gave him a nod. They had agreed together that one of them was bound to be the sacrifice when it came to defeating Thanos. Bucky of course still wanted it to be him, he felt it was the most right option. But when he looked back at Tony, clutching the love of his life in his arms, Tony took that as a final answer. Tony was okay with the decision he had come to long ago. He was ready to die for the good of everyone else, but nobody knew that yet. Bucky wasn’t giving up the fight, but now it only became that much harder to leave her behind. It was easier not knowing her feelings, but it had come to the light. Bucky wanted a life like Tony, the kids, the wife, everything. But at what cost? He was still going to fight to the death if he had to, but the decision to be the one to end it all was fading away.

“It’s okay Y/N, I promise we’ll talk more about it and find another way if we have to.”

“We have to Bucky, we have to.” My cries didn’t stop, but my voice lowered. My eyes caught everyone else’s, almost embarrassed at my sudden outburst of devoted love to Bucky, but everyone knew, they just never heard it from me. “Just hold onto me please.” I pleaded.

“I’m here Doll, I promise I’ll stay right here.”

#marvel #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #the avengers #avengers imagine #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes x reader

[megthemewlingquim]

Omg meg for Kinktober could you write   ❛   your face would look better between my legs.   ❜   where the reader is teasing Bucky/Loki (you pick) all night when they are at a party or something? And the reader says that and that's the last straw

Come Again?

Summary: You cross the line with your teasing, and Loki punishes you.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: teasing, dom! Loki, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial / delay, heavy overstimulating, multiple orgasms, aftercare

A/N: Hi, babes! This is my DAY TWO entry for Kinktober.

You really shouldn’t feel this good about what you’re doing. It’s not really a good thing, not to your husband, who just so happens to be the God of Mischief. But it is, at the same time.

What you’re doing is wearing something incredibly skimpish. Revealing. A dress that doesn’t even reach to your knees and has no sleeves. His favorite color, emerald green. Very, very fitted for you. He would know, he made it for you. But he had no idea you would use it to your advantage.

And Loki can only handle himself for so long before he snaps. You know this.

This is not the first time you’re deliberately trying to get on Loki’s nerves, but this is the first time it’s this… extreme. You’re really pushing your luck.

It’s a party hosted by Tony, one of many that you’ve attended with Loki. The air was different there after you married Loki. The two of you were complete, one flesh, absolutely inseparable, and everyone around you knew it, even if they hadn’t attended the wedding.

Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Bucky, Clint, Steve, Tony, Wanda, Vision, and Sam are all there, along with any S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who wanted to come - not many did.

You’re currently sipping on a Dr. Pepper that Tony so kindly poured in a wine glass. You’re not one for alcohol, except maybe the occasional hard seltzer. Today, you’ve decided, is not a night for alcohol.

Loki is beside you on your left, with an arm draped behind your shoulders and a finger drawing small, slow circles on your right arm. He looks... hm, happy is not the word for it, but he does not look annoyed or irritated. He looks blank. 

“Baby?” you ask, an aside. You keep your eyes on Steve, who is currently listing everything that probably happened in those new timelines he created. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, yes,” Loki replies nonchalantly, “I’m fine. It’s just that my wife has been absolutely naughty with her attire, and I have a very annoying hard-on, but I don’t want to indulge her because quite frankly, she doesn’t deserve it.”

You freeze, and for a second, you cannot bring yourself to say anything. Your eyes widen, just a little.

Then, you smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

His eyes widen, then, and he leans forward, his lips grazing your ear. “Do not test me,” he whispers, his words laced with dominance and daring. “You know what’ll await you when we get back home if you do.”

You nod, your whole being suddenly stiff with desire and that submissive fear that isn't really fear.

"Now, what do you say?" he asks softly, not pulling away, a little grin on his face now. His tone is almost condescending.

"Sorry," you whisper, your chest heaving. Your mind, however, thinks the exact opposite.

“Apology accepted.” It’s a mystery to you if he believes you or not. He sure makes it seem like he does believe you, but you’re talking to the god of mischief here. You really can't be sure if he's being sincere.

And even if he is, you're not, and you like it.

Time passes by quite slowly, but that doesn't mean it's not enjoyable. Tony offers another toast to you and Loki, the newlyweds, though the wedding was three months ago. Bucky and Steve share a dance. So do you and Loki.

He holds you close, both hands around your waist. You sway from side to side, and he twirls you occasionally. Your eyes are aglow with love, sheer love for him — so much so that you almost forget how you're dressed, and what you're doing to Loki.

Almost.

Now's the time. The time to get what you want.

You lean in at the very end, your lips close to his ear. "Your face is all blushy. It's cute. But it would look better in between my legs."

His grip on your waist gets tighter.

There’s a split second of tension. Then,

"We're leaving," he says simply, and his tone is so quiet, so deep, so dark, that this time you're petrified. Both petrified and incredibly turned on.

Oh, so it's going to be one of those nights.

It’s quite easy to leave, you find out. You suspect that Loki has placed his invisibility on the both of you, so that no one notices you leave. When you both pass Thor from behind, however, he looks around. For a second, his eyes land right on you. But then he turns back around with a shrug, an unseen smile on his face.

“He knows,” Loki mutters. “I don’t give a damn if any of them know... not in any other circumstance. But this...” He takes a hold of your arm. His grip is tight. “This is between you and me this time.”

And with that, you make your way towards the exit.

Walking home is tension filled as well. Loki keeps silent, his arm wrapped around you. It seems protective to the common bystander, but you know that it is also possessive. You stay close to him, gripping onto his coat as if you’re a child.

When you both get home, he locks the front door. A common practice when it’s time to go to sleep, as it is with most families. But, you notice it’s only 7:04 p.m. when you look at the clock on the wall.

He says nothing while you set your coat on one of the dining chairs and your purse on the table. He eyes you with eyes so minimally narrowed that it wouldn’t even seem like anything’s different to them, but you notice. Even now, his gaze is piercing, primal.

You take one step towards the general vicinity of the bedroom, and he pounces on you like an animal. His grip is not too tight, nor is his face too angry - you know what kind of a mood he’s in.

“Did you really think you could get away with that?” he asks, almost smugly. “Naughty little thing.”

He all but throws you on the bed, not exactly man-handling you, but still being a little assertive.

“It was very rude of you to tease me like that,” he says, his tone once again condescending. He clicks his tongue. “Oh dear... what are we to do with you now?”

His eyes glance over your form; you’re still in your tight fitted dress, but your hair is now down. The look in your eyes is different, too: you look small, weaker.

Submissive.

“Well,” he says slowly, inching closer to the bed, his voice dark. “Let’s see. You wanted to tease me so badly, you wanted me to feel that... frustration... so badly. How about we give you a taste of your own medicine, hmm?”

His gaze hardens. “Take your dress off.”

And what can you do but obey?

You slide your dress up and over your torso, and let it fall beside you on the bed in a heap.

“Bra and panties, too.”

You do so, the air seemingly closing in tight around your form. Goosebumps break out, and you shiver. Your eyes never leave his.

All he does is look at you. He doesn’t move. “What are you thinking, pet?”

“I want - “ You swallow. “I want you.”

He chuckles. “It seems like you want a lot of things today. Never fear, pet. But...” his voice darkens again, “remember, this is a punishment. And you need to learn your lesson.

“Lie down on the bed. Do not spread your legs.”

You let yourself fall back, leaving yourself bare to him. A faint green glow appears in your peripheral vision. You hear a quiet buzzing noise, and your breath hitches.

“Oh, yes, pet,” Loki whispers seductively. “Today we’re edging you until you can’t take it anymore. You’re going to feel the same frustration that I have felt, and you will not be able to come until I allow it. Understood?”

You gulp, nodding your head frantically. “Yes, yes, please —"

“Please what?”

Your lip quivers, and you take a breath. “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. Keep your eyes on the celling.”

Inwardly, you smile. Outwardly, you quiver and shudder in anticipation.

Suddenly, you feel your arms move upward. They are then locked above you, and you look up, seeing spinning neon - green rings of light. They look like handcuffs, you notice, and you lose your breath.

The vibrator trails up your legs, and with every movement you become more and more aroused and needy. It’s so close to where you need it, and yet so far. Loki is a tease, especially in times like these.

He brings it up, right next to your clit, and you buck your hips up with a desperate whine, and he chuckles darkly. “Teasing comes first. Then the pleasure. Then the agony... and, then, eventually, the releases.”

Releases. That’s plural. 

He holds the toy there, watching you as you slowly begin to feel the pleasure it brings you. You don't make too much noise. Knowing Loki, moaning could be off limits.

His voice is a deep murmur:

“Do not ask me to come. You will be silent, aside from your desperate moans and whines and gasps. You will not find your release until I allow you to. And once you come, I will keep you here, unable to escape. You’re going to come, then, until you can’t take it anymore. I will force orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re a mewling, pathetic little mess. This is your favorite type of punishment, yes?”

You’re gasping now, both at his words and the feeling of warmth that has now grown into a fire in your gut. Your legs shake and your back arches, but you cannot get him to help you out in any way.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he whispers. “Remember, you will not control your pleasure today. I will.” With that, he moves the vibrator a little more upward, right on top of your clit, and you emit a sound that sounds almost like a squeak.

“Do not come.”

He holds it there, almost certainly watching how you buck your hips up and strain against your magicked restraints. You’re practically drenched in sweat, eyes fixed on the ceiling but closing rapidly. Trying to get away, trying to hold your orgasm back, because you both know you’re achingly close —

You practically scream through gritted teeth when he removes the vibrator. Your cry turns into a light, frustrated sob. 

He does it again. And again. And again.

Then,

There’s a pause in which nothing else happens. You can tell that Loki’s thinking something, in the middle of hearing your frustrated sobs.

“Have you learned your lesson now, wife?”

Wife. This is when he’s letting up, revealing more of his tender side. The dom is leaving, and the husband is coming onto the stage.

You sob again. “Yes — yes, yes, I have! Please, Master, just let me come! Please, please, pl —”

The vibrator is shoved onto your clit at full blast. Loki’s voice becomes stern again, and he demands:

“Come. Now.”

And your orgasm hits you like a train. Now, you scream through your teeth, almost blacking out at the intensity of it. It’s over as quick as it arrives, however, and it soon replaced by sheer beautiful agony once again as Loki keeps the vibrator on your now overly sensitive clit.

You try to move away. You have the audacity to try to move away.

“What did I tell you? That was only the first half. I’m not done with you yet. You’re going to come until I let you go.”

Your next three orgasms are almost painful, and he rips them from you with no mercy. He stands there, not moving. His eyes are on yours, and they’re almost blank. It’s a miracle his hand hasn’t gotten tired yet.

“Do it. Come again.”

“Again.”

“One more.”

Finally you muster up the courage to cry out, the tears never fading from your eyes. It feels good, too good. You love it and despise it. “Loki...”

“I know, pet, I know.”

You look up at him, then, surprised at the tenderness in his voice once again. The Loki you’re looking at now is no longer the dom, no longer Master. His eyes are softer, kinder. He’s your husband now, and you practically sigh in relief.

“This is the last one. Can you come for me one last time?”

You manage a nod and a breathless smile.

“Good girl. Come, come for me, my angel.”

Somehow, this last orgasm is soft. Gentle. It’s not nearly as painful for you - you can compare it to a slow wave.

You can feel the restraints disappearing as soon as it ends and you instinctively jump away from his touch and curl up into a ball. Your body is still shaking, every nerve jumping and hot. All you can try to do is focus on the feeling of the air on your skin, which is now sweaty and warm, and the somewhat cooler sheets below you.

Loki must’ve slipped into bed beside you, because you feel a weight come against your back.

He waits to touch you. He waits until you say that he can. When you do, he sweeps you into his arms, running his hands up and down your own arms and kissing his way around your neck and shoulders. All the while, he never stops whispering his praise:

“Such a good girl for me.

“You did so well, sweet.

“You can rest in my arms now. I love you, my angel.”

Sleep takes you easily.

#loki smut #loki of asgard #loki (marvel) #loki fanfic #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki odinson #marvel headcanons #marvel asks #marvel #kinktober

[saintprinsessa]

Feeling You: Wanda x Fem!reader

Summary: You were in the middle of a war zone, the Avengers had found Hydra’s base and planned on attacking them by surprise, but the plans didn´t go as initially thought.

You saw how Wanda was in danger and you just went to help her.

Even if it cost you everything.

Trigger warning: Explicit descriptions of serious injuries (broken bones and burns), just a bad word, a little self-consciousness, and a lot of angst.

Words: +5000 (Got carried away)

Author´s note:

I don´t love this one, it made my heart ache a bit tho.

This takes place when Vision was still awkward with the Avengers, so he is going to talk with more estimation.

Also more Agatha ones are coming! :)

Any mistakes are on me and me only!

Anyways, please enjoy!

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The team was trapped, you were going in front, trying to clean the way to give access to Cap and Widow, they needed to enter the building and destroy the heart of it.

While fighting some guards, you looked up instinctively and saw Wanda attacking from a high position in the air, throwing energy blasts towards some armored trucks.

She is safe.

A bad feeling hit your gut, and your eyes searched around the field.

They landed on a guy who was standing on a tall rock not so far from you.

Before you could react, he shot an electric net, which captured Wanda, instantly wrapping leaving her motionless and shocking her until she was unconscious.

With widened eyes, following her all the time, you ran into the guy, throwing him into the nearest tree, knocking him over, and ran to catch Wanda.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

You gave yourself an electromagnetic impulse, and then your body was collapsing into Wanda’s in the air, but as soon as you touched her, the electric shot went through you, you shut your eyes tight and groaned.

You grabbed the net, your eyes started blooming with light, and with an inhuman effort, you tore it from her body, making her fall from you.

The net was giving you electric shots but you did your best to let Wanda land without her getting hurt.

Her body landed gracefully.

Yours not.

You were like a ragdoll being thrown into the ground, your ribs crunched, twisting inside you and making your organs turn, one of your arms twisted backward, you grunted loudly as your head hit the ground in a bumping motion, and you were dragged various meters, the hard rock floor cutting through your skin and bruising you.

Slightly dizzy, you managed to lift your head.

You needed to see if Wanda was okay.

And when you saw her chest rising slowly, you let go a relieved sigh.

Widow, Cap, and Bruce screamed at you, and by the time you were processing what they said, an explosion was the last thing you heard.

And then everything went black.

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Wanda jolted awake terrified, breathing sharply, holding the sheets for her dear life.

What happened?

She cleaned some of the sweat on her forehead and started to ease her nerves, trying to calm herself.

Wanda left her room and went to the kitchen, the halls of the Avenger’s tower were empty.

Strange.

When she arrived, they were all gathered in there, all with worried looks on their faces, some facing the ground, some staring at something.

And then, the realization hit her.

Someone was carrying her back to the ship, in the middle of all the shouting and explosions, she saw that they were winning, she could remember that something hit her and she lost balance, but she was confused, she was falling from high, why her body was unharmed?

Then she saw another body being carried near her, and she quickly recognized who it was.

You.

But she couldn’t see your face, it was blurry and fading, your body seemed...

Lifeless.

Then she fainted.

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“Where is (y/n)?”

The question was hesitant, almost like a whisper, and bit her bottom lip.

Maybe she just didn’t want to hear the answer to that question.

Wanda searched between all of them, they looked at each other with sad faces.

Clint avoided her eyes, Natasha was fiddling her fingers, lost in her mind; Cap looked at her but quickly returned his gaze to the floor.

Vision was leaning onto the counter with his arms folded.

“Vision.”

He flinched, Wanda used a stern tone, not a good sign.

“Where is (y/n)?”

Her thick sokovian accent slipped, the question was venenous, her eyes flashed red for a second.

Vision couldn’t bear it anymore, that was too much pressure.

“This compromises me a lot, Wanda, (y/n) fervently asked us to not tell you.”

He said nervous, clasping his hands together while he approached her.

“She is currently at Dr. Banner´s laboratory.”

As soon the sentence left his mouth, Wanda hurried off the room.

Vision turned around to watch the other’s faces, who only nodded, and quickly followed Wanda.

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The doors of the lab flushed brutely open, Banner jumped backward losing balance and fell, Wanda made her way towards him stomping, her magic surrounding her menacing.

“Where?”

Her eyes lighted up dangerously for a second as a warning.

Bruce only pointed on a left hall, quickly shooting up on his feet and guiding Wanda, she was following closely, every step as a threat for him to walk faster.

He unlocked the door and Wanda pushed him aside, not having a pinch of patience.

She gasped.

You were nowhere to be seen.

If looks could kill, Banner would be three meters underground.

“I- I swear I left her here.”

He put his hands as if surrender, he quickly went to check your last vital signals registered on the machines.

“Her body was recovering quickly.”

He smiled nervously at Wanda, her anger was replaced with concern.

Thousands of negative thoughts were racing on her mind.

Vision appeared, traversing through the wall, his eyes saw the empty gurney in front of him and then settled on Wanda.

“I bet she is breathing and stable, Wanda.”

He tried to comfort her while he patted her shoulder, just for Wanda to turn and hug him.

She started sobbing like a child, she couldn’t contain herself.

She had so many things to tell you.

Vision soothed her, caressing her back awkwardly, he didn’t know what to do with human emotions.

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Four weeks had passed.

You hadn’t shown any signals of life.

Tony had sent multiple drones to seek for you, the other avengers were searching every day in your favorite spots around the town.

Wanda, on the other side, every day that passed, the first thing that she did was go to your room, and run her hand through the sheets of your bed, your figure still draw in them, she would spend the whole day locked in there.

She also had a shirt that you gave her, she would sleep every night in her bed, hugging the shirt tightly.

“I should have told you, I should have done so many things, (y/n).”

She felt heavy, her eyes swollen for crying till she was dry, her throat sore, she was tired.

She still hoped that one day, she would wake up, go to your room and you would be there.

You would be sleeping peacefully, waiting to the alarm to wake you and spend your day making the avengers laugh at your silly jokes, training almost half of the day, and in the afternoon, while everyone was occupied, you would approach silently to Wanda’s bedroom, hesitantly deciding if knock or not the door, which she would sense you and would permit you to enter, you would find her sitting leg-crossed in her bed, while watching a 50’s black and white sitcom.

She would invite you with a warm smile and a slight nod, asking silently for you to sit on her side.

At some point in the show, she would look at you from the corner of her eye.

You would be watching the show attentive, trying to understand what was happening, but your thoughts, were flooding with Wanda’s presence, how warm she felt, how her company calmed you, she made you happy, she made you feel safe.

You would feel that someone is looking at you, and you would turn to see Wanda, who is now looking at you fully, with a small blush on her cheeks.

You would smile at her, your heartbeat would rise and your eyes would gleam with emotions.

Wanda would retrieve the smile.

“Hey.”

You would say cheerily.

“Hey.”

She would reply sheepishly.

The show would end and you would ask if she wants to see another episode.

She would say yes.

She always says yes to you.

And you would spend the entire afternoon watching the show, maybe you would leave Wanda for some snacks and then would return with your arms full, making Wanda laugh.

Or maybe you would fall asleep because the show not more entertains you, and she would look at you with devotion and adoration.

Some nights you would stay there, Wanda always let you stay, she would hug you, let her head rest on your chest and sleep with you, the next morning you would jolt awake and shower thousands of apologies to Wanda, she just would laugh and say that it was okay.

Some nights you would wake up in the middle of the night, super embarrassed, apologizing and leave, saying that it won’t happen again.

Wanda despised that kind of nights.

She loved your company.

Vision entered her room once again, always forgetting about privacy.

He would do this every day, bringing her some food, and she would eat half of it, just for respect.

Wanda’s head shot up, watching Vision approach to the bed.

“What do you want, Vision?”

Wanda asked dryly, her accent became evident these past weeks, it seems that it tended to appear when she was annoyed.

“I excuse myself for the bargain, Wanda, but I kindly remind you to ingest the nutrients your body needs.”

He replied while gesturing towards the plate he left that afternoon, deep in him, he was hoping that Wanda at least, ate, because her lack of resting and lack of self-care was clearly evident.

She scoffed and returned to her curled-up position.

Vision sighed, this needed to change.

She was not fine.

“Wanda.”

His voice was stern now.

No response.

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

“You need to eat something, if you continue like this, you will pass out.”

Still no response.

“The Avengers, including myself, are doing everything in their limits to find (Y/n)”

He trailed off a bit in the end.

Wanda turned her head to look at him.

“She will appear, I can sense it.”

Now her whole body was facing him.

“I think she would like to find you doing well.”

He dedicated Wanda a slight smile, she replied with another.

“Thank you, Vision.”

He just nodded and left the room.

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Two weeks passed after that.

Wanda recovered some color on her face, her lips were plump again, and her eyes were refreshed, she would give a small smile if she encountered someone on her way to the kitchen or returning to your bedroom.

When she opened the door, she squealed when she found Vision inside but smiled afterwards.

“Vis, what are you doing here?”

He was in the middle of the room, looking outside through the gigantic window.

He glanced over his shoulder but didn’t move.

Wanda, slightly confused, approached him.

“Are you okay?”

She grabbed his shoulder, slowly turning him to her.

She locked her eyes onto his.

But they weren’t Vision’s eyes.

They were (y/e/c).

“Wanda...”

Vision talked, but that wasn’t only his voice, there were hints of yours too.

“(Y/n)?”

She smiled hopefully and cupped Vision’s face.

“You look stunningly delicious, Wanda.”

Vision smiled fondly like he was feeling your excitement.

The compliment was a joke between you and her, she was trying to learn english compliments and asked if the Froot Loops could be described as “stunningly delicious” .

She laughed a bit and looked into your eyes.

It was you but how?

“How have you been? Have you lost weight?”

The Vision-controlled-by-you asked pressing her cheeks together, her face now looked like a Blowfish.

The body quickly retracted his hands and took a step backward.

His eyes turned blue again.

“I’m sorry, Wanda, I hope that didn’t bother you.”

That was Vision, embarrassed of grabbing Wanda´s face like that, even if that was you.

You apologized mentally to him, he said that it was fine.

Wanda laughed a bit, she realized that you two were talking mentally as he had his eyes closed but they were moving furiously.

“How are you doing all this?”

She approached Vision again, he opened his eyes and they were yours.

“It’s a long story, but we are somehow connected.”

You smiled a little while remembering something.

You sighed and looked at her again.

“I just wanted to see you, to check if you were doing fine, Wanda.”

Her eyes started watering, and she shivered a bit.

Oh how much she missed you, how much she missed your face.

“Where are you right now, (y/n)?”

She simply asked and that took you by surprise.

You gulped and tried to take Vision back, but she grabbed your shoulder to keep you in place and grasped your chin so you couldn’t avoid her gaze.

“Where are you!?”

Her voice broke, she was crying.

Your eyes closed shut, you were concerned for her, you wished, no, you dreamed of being there, replacing Vision.

“I’m sorry, Wanda.”

You cupped her face and hugged her tightly so she won’t move.

“I really am.”

She shoved Vision backward so she could look at your eyes.

“Wait! (Y/n)!”

She shook Vision when she saw how (y/e/c) were fading to give access to Vision´s ones again.

“Don’t go...”

Wanda trailed off when he saw the pitiful look on his eyes, she started sobbing loudly.

“I apologize, Wanda.”

He hugged her, but not like you.

Nobody could hug like you.

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They stayed in the room after that, it was quiet, Vision was sitting beside Wanda the entire time, she stopped crying after some time; when it got too late, he left the room and quickly returned with some food.

“How...”

Wanda mumbled as Vision was setting a little table in front of her.

“How is she connected with you?”

Wanda asked nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and scratching her arm.

Vision nodded and sat again, giving Wanda a glass of water and observing her.

She took the hint and began to eat.

After a few seconds, he started talking.

“I don’t have a proper explanation of it.”

Vision said frowning.

“One day, (y/n) just approached me, she touched the stone...”

He motioned his hand hanging over the stone a little.

“And suddenly, I could feel not just me, but her too.”

He looked at his hands.

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And it was true.

When you arrived at the tower, Vision was a really interesting being for you.

You quickly befriended everyone, even him; he would ask about some human things, and you would gladly tell him everything you knew about it, still amazed at the fact that he could think properly and feel too.

One day, the curiosity took the best of you, and you asked if you could touch the stone, slightly embarrassed, you didn’t know how Vision could feel about it.

He smiled at you and nodded, bending a little so you could reach his forehead.

You thanked him and softly pressed your digits into the rock.

Click.

Everything made sense, his existence, how his body worked, how he could feel things, you now could see how he was conformed, you watched his energy flowing in his body.

He was a sophisticated invention, and when you looked at his eyes, the stone glowed.

Your eyes flashed.

Vision could see your brain working, your veins pumping and your nerves functioning, you were something more than a simple human, yet you were made in blood and flesh.

He could feel you and you felt him.

You two shared a smile.

He was a good artificial friend, and you were the closest he has been to a human.

When you got hurt in the battle, he left the Avenger’s tower, even if told he had to stay and not intervene, and when he found you, lying unconscious on the ground, he carried you to the lab immediately.

He felt how you were physically hurt, while you were screaming to the others from pain in the lab, crying.

He felt.

He had felt you thinking loudly while you escaped.

Then he felt how you were hiding from the avengers.

No.

You were hiding from Wanda.

He could feel...

Your sadness.

So he contacted you, through a mind bond you both had, at first that scared the shit out of you, but quickly was replaced by relief.

He was... happy to be talking to you, you two agreed that he would check on you, but he wouldn’t say anything.

In his visits, he told you about everyone, you felt horrible, and when he told you about Wanda’s breakdown, you made him promise that he would take care of her.

And he gladly did.

Because this was not an order, like the ones that Stark gave to him.

This was something that you asked.

And while you were asking, he felt your sorrow.

So when he returned another week and told you that Wanda was doing better because he raised her hopes about seeing you again, you had to do something.

You couldn’t appear, no.

His stone was enlightened again.

And you understood that this connection was deeper than you initially thought.

When you looked at him, he nodded, and you hugged him.

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Wanda stopped chewing and gazed at him, in disbelief.

He sighed.

“Wanda... is there any possibility that I could see inside your mind?”

She gave him a confused glare, frowning, and shook her head.

“It’s just... I feel like...”

His stone gleamed for a second.

Wanda’s eyes shot up and she approached him, she slightly raised her hand, and Vision stiffened.

That was not what he wanted, and Wanda caught up.

She closed her eyes and let her hands rest on her legs.

Vision nodded and softly pressed his hand into her temple.

Now, he no only felt how you were observing, but now, you were feeling Wanda too.

She felt painfully broken, flooding with anguish and melancholy, she felt like someone tore apart half of her soul.

You felt her.

And now you were crying disconsolately.

Vision quickly drawled his hand back, he had his eyes closed and a pained look on his face.

Wanda blinked a few times and give a concerned look at him.

“Vis, what happened?”

Vision opened his eyes.

A tear ran down his cheek.

“I know where is (y/n).”

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You were gathered in a corner of the room you were living in, crying, you couldn’t stop your tears anymore.

You missed Wanda, you missed her laugh, her voice, her eyes, her warmth.

You missed the moments you spent with her.

I should have told her...

You heard someone bursting into the living room.

Vision?

You didn’t have the forces to confront him right now.

“(Y/n)!?”

You froze.

It wasn’t Vision.

It was Wanda.

“(Y/n)!? Where are you!?”

She screamed with hope in a faint voice.

Everything was dark, Wanda quickly lighted the only bulb that was in the room.

“(Y/n)! Please!”

She cried out, her heart pumping hard in her chest, her face tear-stained was desperate looking around.

And from all the darkness, you appeared.

Wanda went through thousand of emotions when she saw you.

You were different.

Skinny, almost in your bones, your body slightly curved, like you were using just a foot to put your whole weight, one of your arms was bruised; the other one holding a cane.

You stepped more into the light, and she took in your face.

Your lips were dry, you had a big cut in the bottom one, half of your right ear was missing.

And the whole part of your eyes was bandaged.

You were wondering if your mind tricked you, there was no sign of someone in there.

Until you felt an arm wrapping you tightly.

You dropped your cane and hold onto the figure.

Wanda started sobbing into your shoulder, she had one of her arms grabbing you strongly by your back and the other one was grasping your shoulders, trying to feel you as most as she could.

“I thought that I had lost you.”

She continued to cry until she had little hiccups.

You were crying too, your bandages were damped at this point.

“I’m sorry...”

You replied breathlessly.

She left the embrace, but she continued to hold you, her hands were now at your waist.

“I won’t leave again.”

You nodded slowly, trying to reassure her that it was a promise.

She observed you and reached the bandages to tug them off, but you quickly grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Wait, Wanda.”

You called quickly, your heartbeat raised, and your breaths became shorter.

“You don’t have to.”

You were anxious, repeatedly trying to put her hand down.

She cupped your face with her other hand and caressed your cheek with her thumb.

“I want to, (Y/n)”

For a moment, you dug your nails into her wrist but you quickly surrendered.

It was Wanda after all.

As soon as you nodded, she retrieved her hands and used her magic to undo the bandages.

It all happened slowly, she carefully took every layer, hesitating a little, because every layer she took off made you stiffen more.

At the final layer, she used her hands, she grabbed gently the last strand, removed it, and let it fall into the ground.

She gasped and her eyes softened.

The superior part of your face was the most affected.

The whole upper area was in a dark crimson pinkish color, burned, and in living flesh.

It covered all of it, and it reached from ear to ear.

It seemed like it was healing slowly, but the worst part was your eyes.

They were covered mostly in a milky white layer, leaving a quarter of your (e/c) at sight, swollen and sticky, tears staining your eyelids.

Now they were moving, desperately trying to seek something.

Wanda sensed your hesitation.

“I’m happy to see you.”

She smiled and leaned forward but stop inches enough so you were feeling her hot breath against your face.

“Does it hurts?”

You blinked a few times.

“No, it doesn’t.”

She brushed her nose with yours.

She read about it in a book, it was told that Eskimos couldn’t kiss because of the cold weather, so they brush their noses gently to show affection.

It was something that she liked, and you despised.

You crunched your nose and smiled.

She smiled too.

“Wanda, I have something to tell you.”

You took a step back, trying to make some room but you almost tripped so she caught you by your back.

You had one of your hands grabbing her coat and the other one her arm.

“And if I don’t say it know, It seems that probably I won’t have the chance to do it other time”

You chuckled quietly.

“ I...”

You sighed, she was giving you time to talk, you thanked that.

“I love you.”

She became ecstatic.

Your eyes stared forward, unsure, moving rapidly, waiting for an answer.

The room was silent.

You were trembling at this point.

She shook her head rapidly, coming back to reality, and when she realized that you couldn’t see her, she grabbed your hands and let you cup her face.

You eagerly touched her features, going from her forehead, tracing the corner of her eyes, caressing her cheekbones, and when you cupped her jaw, you could sense that she was smiling.

“What do you feel, (y/n)?”

A tear touched your hand and you carefully wiped it away.

“I just feel you.”

She kissed the palm of your hand.

“Good.”

She said softly and her eyes shot up red.

She was letting you into her mind.

Memories, feelings, and thoughts of her were being shown to you, so you shared yours too.

You saw how she would check on you while you were training, using a facade of “I like to see some moves to use later” knowing that she doesn’t use close combat, or how she would prepare foods that you liked in a thankful form for missing dinners when you preferred spending the night with her.

You saw how the high ranked members on meetings would make her feel less saying that she was dangerous, so it was safer to not use her in order to protect the civilians on there; but she would simply shrug it off because, in the afternoon, she would see you again.

You saw how she spent these weeks going to your bedroom and hugging your shirt, crying until she fell asleep.

You saw how she was shattered into million pieces and made her best to compose herself in the hope of seeing you again.

On her side, she saw how your eyes were fixated on her in Stark’s parties to see if she was having fun, and when you come to realize that she was getting a bit uncomfortable, you would smoothly distract anyone that was talking to her to give her some space, or how would you seek for her in every mission just to see if she was doing fine, even if you were the one that needed help.

She saw how you would have a terrible day and it all disappeared when you saw her.

She saw how you caught her while she was falling in the mission, and made sure that she was okay.

She saw how your body fell, twisted, and cracked, how the mine near you exploded.

How you screamed in agony, crying loudly and begging the others to not let her see you like this.

Because in every thought that you had.

She was present.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You abandoned each other’s mind, her magic burst in a blast in the room when you broke the connection.

“Wow.”

You both said in a whisper at the same time, with your foreheads pressed.

“(Y/n)?”

Her gaze was fixated on you while she was brushing her slender fingers through your long hair.

“Yes, Wanda?”

This time, your eyes were searching for something, it seemed like you were searching for her lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes shot up and somehow they looked into Wanda’s

“You can.”

You closed her eyes and stood still, Wanda closed hers too and leaned, kissing you dearly, making you both melt into the kiss.

It felt good.

Like new stars forming in the universe, like a laugh of a newborn or the soft caress of a mother.

Her lips had a faint taste of salty tears mixed with her sugary strawberry lipstick.

Your lips felt softer than they seemed, they had a taste of chocolate syrup covered with a hint of mint.

You had been eating your favorite candy, Vision had brought a box of them without being asked.

It’s a gift, he said, smiling.

Your hand tried to reach her face so she took your hand, grabbing and squeezing it lovingly.

You were the one that broke the kiss, with your eyes still closed but you didn’t pull apart from her, her body was emanating the heat you missed and craved.

She didn’t try to move away neither, she was enjoying the moment.

“I love you too, (y/n).”

She murmured against your lips while you formed a smile.

She laughed, and took you into her arms, picking you up, and started swirling you around.

You chuckled and screamed startled at her to stop, she stopped and lifted you higher, with a smile on her face that quite reached her ears and observed you for a moment.

Your hair was falling in cascades on her face, it framed your features perfectly, your eyes were squinted because of your wide smile.

She lowered you a bit, so now you were hovering her face.

You instinctively inclined your head, searching for her face and she made it easier when she guided your lips to hers.

This one felt like shooting stars too.

Your heart was doing stunts in your chest, she hummed into the kiss and both of you sighed excitedly.

You let your hands rest on her shoulders and wrapped your legs around her torso, then she had her hands securing you by the waist.

She broke the kiss this time, your body was melting into her touch.

You let your chin rest on her shoulder and closed your eyes, letting go a deep breath.

This felt right.

Wanda nodded, and raised her hand to rub your back, she agreed.

This indeed felt right.

“I’m sorry.”

You said suddenly, swallowing a sob, the guilt tightened your chest.

“Don’t be.”

She was smiling sadly, she still couldn’t conceive the thought of never seeing you again.

“But I only caused problems, I made you feel miserable.”

You buried your head into her neck, your voice was quiet.

“I was sad because I remembered all the happy moments that you shared with me, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, but you are alive, (y/n).”

She was excited now.

“I have the chance to show you how much I love you.”

You giggled and kissed her neck, making her laugh too.

You backed a bit, forgetting that you couldn’t see her, but that didn’t bother you in the slightest, she was there, and you could feel her.

“Wanda?”

You asked knitting your brows.

“Yes, (y/n)?

She cupped your cheek, watching you with a goofy smile.

“Are we floating?”

You laughed a bit, you could somehow sense that you weren’t on the floor, but it became obvious when you let go of your legs from her waist and your feet just felt air.

And you were right.

Absently minded, Wanda started floating while sharing the kiss with you.

“Yes, we are.”

She was laughing sheepishly, she slowly started lowering you both, holding you tenderly, until she reached the ground and she helped you to stand.

You both had your hands intertwined.

“I’ll stay with you from now on.”

She stated, taking your expressions, you were thinking.

“First me disappearing, then you gone? The others will freak out.”

You chuckled at the thought, imagining the chaos that would lose Wanda’s disappearance.

She kissed both of your hands, and leave them to grab your temples and rest her head over yours.

“Vision knows where are we, if they need us, they can talk to him.”

You shook your head, smiling.

“Poor him.”

You could hear a soft voice in the back of your head.

I wouldn’t mind in the slightest.

“Oh and (Y/n)?”

Wanda asked, a smile could be heard in her voice.

“Yes?”

“You look stunningly delicious.”

She snorted and gently kissed your nose.

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[avungerthatgotaway]

The Soldier of the Night

heyyyy guys!! this is my first ever request fic and im so excited to do iiiit. please tell me what you think of it in the comments🥰

it's made for this request

summary: y/n finally takes matters into her own hands and escapes hydra. but it won't be as easy as she tought...

warnings: mentions of blood and child neglect

pairings: avengers x teen!reader (platonic)

genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end

Sorry for grammar mistakes.

If you have request feel free to ask🥰

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Y/N Y/LN, but no one calls you by that name. To the world you are known as The Soldier of the Night, the merciless murderer. Mothers all over the world use you to teach their kids about most dreadful dangers. People gather around campfire in woods and share scary stories of your cold heart and homicides you don't feel guilty about. You are the biggest fear of each and every government there is in world.

And you always wonder what all those people would say if they knew how old you were. Or that you never kill willingly. Or that you silently pray every night for the victims you harmed or killed in your brainwashed state.

Or that hydra has no control over you anymore. You are currently running, without exact destination, just to get as far from hydra as you can. They are probably alerted of your absence by this point, but you are already in New York, so you can maybe find a hiding spot before they find you.

-

-Avengers pov

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Nick Fury hurried to the avengers tower, where he called a sudden meeting this morning.

When he came in Steve and Sam were sweaty, probably just came from their morning jog. Bucky was still fighting sleep in his pyjamas, hair sticking out in different directions. Wanda was starring daggers at him for waking her up so early. Tony and Bruce were in lab coats, probably didn't sleep at all. All other avengers were at their respective missions.

"I called this meeting because my resources told me infamous Soldier of the Night is out of hydra HQ. We don't know why, but it's probably another killing mission for hydra. He is currently laying low, somewhere around south entrance to the city. Your mission is to stop him from harming anyone and bring him here. Alive if possible, it would benefit us to know what are hydra's plans at the moment." he finished.

"Alright." said Steve dutifully. "Any information we can get on him before we go?"

"Not much. Only that he is dangerous, and doesn't spare anyone. He is a ghost story. We don't even know if it's a he, that's just a guess."

"Very well. Everyone suit up, I expect you in front of tower in 10." Steve said and left, other avengers following behind.

-

They came back that evening, exhausted of their unsuccessful search. There was no trace of the soldier. But they had to keep looking as long as there's hope to get rid of the monster.

-

-2nd person pov

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Your heart was racing a hundred miles. You were well aware of the possibility of hydra finding you. But you didn't expect it to be this soon. You were in hiding for only 2 months and they already tracked you down.

Windows broke on your left side and hydra agents started piling in. At the same time on your right side the door broke down revealing whole avengers team, with few additions. You faintly remember one of them as The Winter Soldier, but what was he doing with avengers? Your toughts were cut short by a punch in your face delivered by one of hydra agents.

That's when it snapped: you had to fight for your life. And you probably had to fight both sides.

You started fighting hydra agents, harming them as much as you can without killing.

The avengers stand at the doorstep, and you faintly hear one of them saying "What the actual fuck?". They seemed belivered.

But they soon join the fight knocking out hydra agents. A fist connected with the back of your head, knocking you out into pool of darkness.

-

Light clacking of bottles was the first thing you hear when you wake up. You squint your eyes open, panic finnaly kicking in to where you are. Your first tought was that you were back in hydra HQ, but the room was way too light for that, and hydra wanted you dead.

You started panicking and franatically got out of the bed, trying to escape. Whoever this is, they nean no good. Even avengers want to kill you. But as soon as you got up, black dots invaded your vision, causing you to fall. But before you hit the groung a pair of arms caught you, leading you to sit back in bed.

"Hey, hey sweetie calm down. No one will harm you here. Don't make any sudden movements, your head is still not completely healed." a man told you.

You just layed back and watched him bandage your wrist.

"I am Bruce Banner, by the way. What is your name?" he asked kindly.

"Y/N Y/LN" you whispered, almost inaudibly but he heard it.

"Alright, Y/N. I think I bandaged all your bruises. Rest of the team is waiting out, do you maybe want to meet them?"

By 'team' he probably meant rest of the avengers. You saw a big 'A' painted on the wasll, so that had to be it, right? You immediately shook your head no, eyes widening in fear. You still weren't sure they won't harm you, and meeting them seemed overwhelming in your current state.

"It's okay, calm down. You can meet them later. I will stay with you a little. We could talk if you want?"

You just shrugged your shoulders, not particularly fond of talking with anyone, but not wanting to seem rude because he did help you.

"Okay. How old are you Y/N?" he asked slowly.

"(your age)" you quietly said.

"Dear lord, you really are just a kid. I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through."

You just zoned out, thinking about everything that happened, when something poped up in your mind.

"Mr. Banner?" you asked shyly.

"Call me Bruce kiddo. What is it?"

"I tought I saw The Winter Soldier at the door when you guys came to get me?"

"Oh yes. Bucky. He was also in hydra, as you probably know. He was brainwashed. I suppose you were too?"

"I was, every time I killed somebody. Sometimes I went to missions with other agents and they didn't brainwash me, but I never killed anyone when I was in my senses." You started thinking about your victims as teers pooled in your eyes.

"We supposed so. Do you want me to bring Bucky in a little? Maybe he can help you feel better, because he knows what you're going through."

You slowly nodded, not wanting to reject meeting avengers the second time.

"Alright, he'll be here in a minute." Bruce gave you a gentle smile and patted your shoulder.

A minute after he exited, in came Bucky. He looked better than when you saw him last, but you doubted he's seen you. You were sneaking out, tryna find some food, when you heard and saw agents torturing him. That's about only memory you have of him, along with stories you've heard from other people.

"Hello there doll. How are you? Bruce told me you remember me." he said gently, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"I-I am alright, i guess. Th-thanks. And yes, I do. A little. I was passing by door, when I saw them torturing y-yo-you." you started sobbing a little, the memory bringing back others. Memories of them torturing you. And you torturing other people in your brainwashed state.

"Hey don't cry. It's okay, shhh. Come here." he opened his arms, and you hesitantly scooted closer, not exactly sure what he wanted. He circled his arms around you, and you flinched, thinking he's gonna attack you. But he just gently kept his arms wrapped around you, soothingly rubbing you back. after some time you wraoed your arms around his middle, still not sure what's going on.

But it was a nice feeling. You never felt something like it before. You felt so safe, like nothing could harm you as long as you two stay like that. You wanted to know what was all this about.

"Wha-at are you do-oing?" you asked after you stopped sobbing, but still hiccuping a little.

"Oh, I'm hugging you. Are you uncomfortable? I will stop if you are. Sorry." he said starting to draw back.

"No!" you quickly said, clutching onto him like koala. You were afraid the sense of comfort will leave you as soon as he withdraws from you.

"Shhh, doll. I won't let go. Never. Nothing will ever harm you here kiddo. We will take care of you. You can live normal life, like all other kids. Maybe go to school after you adapt to your surroundings. Here is a kid Peter he is about your age. You can make friends your age. And of course we will be your friends. For as long as you want it."

"Wait, I can live here? I'm not a burden?"

"No, of course not. Don't ever think that, please."

"B-Bu-Bru" you struggled to remember what Bruce told you his name was.

"Bucky. Or James, whichever you prefer kid."

"Oh okay. What are hugs Bucky?"

"Well I'm hugging you right now. You hug people ti show your emotions. Like comfort, thankfulness, happiness, love. It's what friends do."

"Wait wait wait. You never had a hug before?? Like ever????" a new voice boomed. It sounded genuine but way too loud. You flinched instinctively and hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. He tightened his hold on you for comfort.

"Can you be any louder Thor? And no she was practically raised in hydra, they don't exactly hug around." Bucky said.

"I am sorry, lady Y/N. For frightening you, and for my inappropriate question. I am Thor Odinson." he said coming closer to you.

"It's okay Mr. Thor. I'm Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you." you said shyly.

"Oh it's lovely meeting you too. I came here because brother Stark asked me to ask you if our presence is wished upon now."

"Huh, what do you think, doll? Ready to meet 'em now? No pressure." Bucky quietly asked, only for you to hear.

You tought about it for a second, but if everyone is nice as three you already met, you'd like to meet them all. And with quiet "okay", Bucky nodded to Thor and he left to call the others in.

-

That night you layed in your bed, thinking of that day's events. You met everyone, since no one had missions assigned. They were all really nice to you. Even Loki, which surprised every avenger. You were not sure why tho, Loki was nice, and his voice was comforting. The Maximoff twins were really funny, and Tony already started making you your own room! Everyone else you've met was aweosme: Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam and Rhodey. Peter was shy but nice, he promised to show you some good movies and he was belivered when you said you don't know what those are.

Bucky was still you favorite. He stayed the longest, promising to come and visit you first thing in the morning. You hoped he'll hug you again, you were quite fond of hugs now.

-

Few months passed since avengers saved you. Life couldn't be better at this point. You were home schooling, or rather preparing to go to real school next year. Peter already introduced you to his friends from school you are going to attend. You were training to become an avenger, and it was so exciting.

You were currently having breakfast tho, sitting in between Sam and Bucky who were bickering about one thing or other. Tony was dancing funnily while making pancakes, while Nat was trying to throw as many blueberries as possible at him. You heard Clint somewhere in wents above you, probably setting up a prank. You smiled to yourself. Even though you never knew love, or had a family until two months prior, avengers accepted you. They were slowly becoming your family, and you couldn't imagine your life without them. ;)

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Make A Scene

AMHL – Masterlist

Dick immediately noticed when Y/N started getting quieter and quieter as they got closer and closer to the venue.

Bruce had hired a driver to pick them up from their apartment in Gotham. And the car had gone quiet now. 

Dick reached over to gently hold her hand.

“Nervous?” He asked.

Y/N shrugged, not really seeing the point in trying to lie to her boyfriend.

“This isn’t your first rodeo, ya know.”

She gave him a look. “You know that wasn’t the same.” Her eyes flickered to the driver. “I wasn’t exactly…myself. And I wasn’t your girlfriend.”

Also, tonight they didn’t have the security and comfort of being at Wayne Manor.

No, instead this particular event was being held at the ballroom of Gotham’s most extravagant five-star hotel. It was a party for Wayne Enterprises, not a personal charity or party of the Wayne family.

Bruce had kindly asked Dick and Y/N to attend when board members and business partners started asking if the whole family would be attending. Jason hadn’t answered anyone’s calls or texts about it. None of them expected him to show up. Tim had to attend since he worked for Wayne Enterprises. And Damian…Well, Damian was his father’s son and not yet an adult. He basically had to do whatever Bruce asked of him while he lived under his roof.

“I’m not gonna leave your side,” Dick promised.

He squeezed her hand to further emphasize it.

Their car pulled up to the carpet at the bottom of the stairs.

There had to be a hundred journalists and photographers, along with random civilians who had nothing better to do than to see Gotham’s elite get out of cars and walk into a hotel.

Dick took in a deep breath.

Thankfully the car’s windows were tinted and protected them from any onlookers.

“Ready?” He asked her.

She nodded.

Dick opened the door and ignored the screams and flashes as he carefully helped Y/N out of the car with his offered hand. He also shielded her from the photographers to give her a moment to get out and adjust herself before they could capture any photos of her.

“Mr. Grayson! Mr. Grayson! Who is your mystery girlfriend?” Someone yelled.

Sometimes Y/N forgot that Dick was somewhat of a celebrity in Gotham City through association.

It wasn’t like people were asking for selfies everywhere he went. Or that the paparazzi were following his every move.

But in Gotham, people took note of where Dick Grayson went and who he was with.

And everyone noticed he’d had the same woman on his arm for quite some time now.

Even though Y/N and Dick had been dating for over a year, the media still couldn’t figure out Y/N’s identity. 

What they didn’t realize was that she controlled every single piece of information about herself that lived on the internet.

They didn’t stand a chance. 

Dick smiled and waved at people who called his name. But his hand other hand never left Y/N’s as he helped her up the stairs.

“Who are you wearing?” A female journalist yelled at Y/N.

She ignored them and focused on getting up the stairs without tripping and face planting. Not that Dick would ever let that happen.

However, she knew her outfit was going to draw gazes.

Y/N had made a promise to herself that if she was going to be forced to attend events like this with Dick, then she was going make a statement. People were already going to be staring at her, so she figured she might as well give them something good to stare at.

Instead of wearing a typical cocktail and formal dress, Y/N wore a full men’s suit that was tailored to perfection, but with the bowtie undone. It was what the fashion magazines would describe as “androgynous” in the press tomorrow morning.

Y/N wanted to control her own narrative. And she’d rather be judged for her bold decisions than just her trying to blend in.

Bruce insisted on paying for all the boys’ date’s dresses – in this case, suit – if they happened to bring one. He always thought it was more of an incentive for them to attend these terrible events if he encouraged them to bring significant others. And the press always had a field day with it, which only helped throw people of their trail when it came to their secret lives as vigilantes.

Everyone kept screaming Dick’s name as they walked in, and Y/N wondered how he got so good at smiling through the chaos and ignoring them.

Once they were inside, Dick felt the tension leave Y/N’s body a bit.

“Alcohol?” He offered with a smirk.

“Yes, please.”

He nodded, knowing it was exactly what she needed.

Quickly, he grabbed two champagne flutes off a passing waiter.

They clinked glasses.

Then he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Thank you for being my date.”

Y/N smiled at his sincerity.

Dick sighed before he threw back the champagne, “The quicker we find Bruce and prove we were here, the sooner we can leave.”

“Try not to sound so excited,” she laughed darkly.

Suddenly felt a small human wrap around her thighs.

Y/N gasped in excitement, “Dami!”

Dick smiled as he looked down at his 10-year-old brother hugging his girlfriend.

“Dick gave me the drawing you made for us. It’s so beautiful. I’m trying to find the perfect frame for it,” she told the boy.

Damian beamed with pride at that.

Suddenly the boy started asking a million questions about Stoker, one of his kittens that he’d given to them to take care of when Bruce gave a limit to how many cats Damian was allowed to have in the manor.

Then, to Dick’s shock, he saw Jason slowly walk over to them with his hands in his pant pockets.

He was not at all dressed nice enough for the event. No suit jacket. No tie. His white button-up shirt wrinkled, messily tucked into his pants, and with two many buttons undone. The sloppiness of it all clearly wasn’t an issue with the women, seeing as all of them were ogling Jason.

“Todd,” Damian greeted coldly, pausing his conversation with Y/N, who whipped around at the name.

“Hey, you,” Y/N smiled as she went to greet him.

Jason gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek and a quick hug.

“I really didn’t think you were coming,” Dick told his brother.

“Well, I wasn’t. But I got a business engagement.”

Y/N and Dick shared a confused look.

“What do you mean?” Dick asked.

“I found my neighbor crying on her fire escape a few nights ago. Apparently… one of the finance bros of Wayne fucking Enterprises was everything but a gentleman to her.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in realization. “J, I already took care of that.”

“I know,” Jason nodded as his eyes scanned the room. He was clearly on a personal mission tonight. “You deleted the evidence. I am teaching him a lesson.”

Dick slowly put together what they were implying.

“Oh, please don’t make a scene, Jason.” Dick begged him.

Because he knew Bruce wouldn’t be dealing with the aftermath; it would be him.

“Don’t worry!” Jason laughed. "I’m gonna take him outside before I beat the shit out of him. No one here will even notice. It’ll be fine,” Jason assured him as he gave Dick a far too heavy slap on the back.

“Just tell Bruce and he’ll get him fired,” Dick tried to convince him to take the less violent route.

“Oh, we already did,” Y/N muttered.

Dick’s gaze shot to his girlfriend.

“He’s getting fired on Monday,” she clarified sheepishly.

“Since when do the two of you work together behind my back?” Dick accused them.

But he wasn’t actually mad about anything – maybe just a little bit bitter.

Jason opened his mouth.

“I swear to God, Jason, if you say ‘club business,’ I will lose it…” Dick warned.

Y/N tried to hide her smile.

“Got him,” Jason growled as he glared at someone on the other side of the room.

As soon as he left them, Dick gave Y/N his full attention.

“Seriously?” He accused.

“I’m sorry! He asked me for a favor and I was happy to do it once I realized what it was,” Y/N defended.

Dick pouted a little. Mostly because he hated being left out.

“Don’t worry, ya big baby. I’m still your ‘guy in the chair’ and no one else’s,” she teased before giving him a kiss, immediately wiping the lipstick off his lips.

“How come Jason gets to beat up people at events like this, but I’m expected to behave like a well-trained dog?” Damian mumbled.

Dick sighed and shook his head.

“Jason likes to think he’s a lone wolf who doesn’t have to play by the rules,” Y/N tried to comfort the boy.

To distract Damian from getting further into how unfair it was, Y/N asked him to show her more of his drawings.

This seemed to please Damian and he pulled his phone out, flipping through photos and showing Y/N his recent sketches.

With Y/N being entertained by his youngest brother, Dick decided to go to the bar and get the two of them a stronger drink and maybe get a kiddie cocktail for Damian. He’d pretend to be patronized and annoyed by it, but Dick knew better.

He patiently waited for the bartender’s attention. 

“So Gotham’s Golden Boy really has returned…” a husky voice uttered beside him at the bar.

Dick glanced over to see a beautiful woman close to his age eyeing him.

It was clear what she wanted. Dick used tactics like this on countless missions.

“So I have,” he answered.

He was polite, but distant.

Women hitting on him at events like this was nothing new. To Gotham, Dick Grayson was a Bruce Wayne 2.0 – younger, just as charming and handsome as his mentor and stand-in father figure. 

Dick knew how to play the game. But he never had any interest in casual relationships like Bruce did.

“Back for good?” The woman persisted.

“My girlfriend and I are just in town for a few weeks,” he answered before ordering his drinks with the bartender finally.

“Oh, brought up the girlfriend rather quickly,” she laughed.

Dick quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just…my friends and I had a bet going.”

Then she pointed to a group of three young women, who were giggling and smiling, not even trying to pretend like they weren’t watching them closely.

“Oh, yeah?” Dick asked, already tired of this conversation.

--

Jason had already rejoined Y/N and Damian.

Y/N looked down to see his knuckles red with irritation and bruised.

“Please tell me there’s not a corpse in the alley behind this hotel now…” Y/N sighed.

“No,” Jason answered coldly. “Though there fucking should be.”

“What did he do?” Damian asked curiously, clearly he hadn’t been listening to their earlier conversation that closely.

Y/N shifted her weight in discomfort, not sure how to handle the subject with the boy. Yes, Damian was far more mature than many grown men, but he was still just a kid. There were some things Y/N felt like they should at least try to protect him from still. 

“He got my neighbor too drunk to consent, filmed them having sex without her knowing it, and then showed it to a bunch of people at their work,” Jason answered bluntly.

Damian’s brow furrowed, clearly thinking long and hard about what his brother just told him.

After a moment, the boy perked up, “I know where we could hide the body so even father won’t find out.”

“Damian!” Y/N scolded.

But Jason was beaming.

Y/N looked around for Dick, hoping to find another sane person to stop the two boys from actually murdering anyone tonight.

But when she finally spotted him, she saw a woman standing far too close to Dick and pointing to a group of girls who flirtatiously waved and winked at both of them.

“Real cute,” Y/N muttered to herself.

“Vultures,” Damian growled as he followed her gaze.

“Jason, if I leave you alone with Damian, are you going to kill someone?” She asked without taking her eyes off her boyfriend.

“I don’t need to be watched,” Damian groaned.

“No, I need you to watch Jason to make sure he doesn’t change his mind about keeping that asshole alive.”

“Fine,” Damian whined.

Without any further confirmation, Y/N left them. 

She walked across the party on a mission, never taking her stare off of her boyfriend.

Dick did a double take when he noticed her heading towards him.

“Hey,” he greeted innocently.

Because he was innocent. All he’d done was be polite to a bunch of women who were after him for his name…and maybe his good looks.

“I was wondering where my drink was,” Y/N said with a surprising calmness and smile.

Then she turned to the woman. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be a friend of Dick’s.” 

She held her hand out.

No cattiness. No rudeness.

Y/N said it with the same kindness that drunk women having with other drunk women in bar bathrooms.

“Oh…I’m Irina,” the woman stuttered as she took Y/N’s offered hand, clearly confused by Y/N’s niceness.

Dick held out her drink.

Y/N took it, quickly clinked her glass with both Dick and Irina.

“Cheers,” she sang before tossing it back and chugging the drink that was meant to be slowly sipped.

Dick didn’t know what game his girlfriend was playing, but he was intrigued.

Once Y/N lightly placed her empty glass back on the bar, she turned to Dick and tilted her head to the side. “Could you show me to the bathrooms? I have no idea where they are.”

“Of course,” Dick answered without knowing where this was going.

“It was nice meeting you, Irina,” Y/N told the woman as she linked her fingers with Dick’s and guided him away.

—

Meanwhile, Jason watched the interaction as if he were watching an award-winning movie. Him and Damian were way too far to hear, but everyone in the bat family could read lips more than fluently.

Then Jason smirked as he watched Y/N drag Dick away.

“Boys,” Bruce greeted as he snuck up on the two of them. “What are we staring at?”

“Oh, you know,” Jason hummed with hilarity, “just watching Y/N assert her dominance.”

“Good for her,” Bruce grinned as he realized what was happening.

He moved his attention to his youngest boy. “Alfred is waiting outside with the car. You’re officially released from your duties.”

“Finally,” Damian groaned.

“Don’t you wanna say bye to Y/N?” Jason asked.

“They’re coming to the manor tomorrow afternoon,” Bruce answered for his son. Then he raised a brow at Jason. “You’re welcome to join us.”

Jason’s only response was a shrug.

Bruce tried to hide his disappointment and nodded before he guided Damian away and walked him outside, where Alfred was waiting.

10 minutes later, Jason saw Dick trailing behind Y/N as she walked back to the main area of the event.

Jason burst out laughing at the spectacle. 

Dick’s hair was an absolute mess. Half of his shirt was untucked. His jacket was draped over his forearm. His lips were swollen and pink. Y/N had left lipstick all over his neck and even a bit on the collar of his shirt.

Yet somehow not a single hair was out of place on Y/N and her makeup was still immaculate. Her outfit was just as sleek and clean as when she’d arrived. The only thing different was the proud smirk on her lips.

Clearly Y/N had just had her way with Dick.

But she wanted to make sure the whole party knew about it.

—

Y/N hadn’t said a word to Dick since she dragged him from that woman.

Her body did all the talking.

One second they were at the bathroom doors, the next Y/N had thrown him against the tiled wall after locking the bathroom door.

She gave no verbal explanation, just started kissing him and undoing his pants.

“Not that I’m complaining. Like, at all,” Dick laughed as they rejoined the party. “But wanna to tell me what that was all about?”

Y/N finally stopped walking and turned to face him with narrowed eyes. “I think you know, Richard.”

Y/N only ever used his full first name to provoke and tease him. And he hated that it worked every single time.

Dick glanced around to see that everyone in their vicinity was eyeing them. Well, they were mostly eyeing him and how it was clear he’d just been fucked in the bathroom.

He stepped close to her and lowered his voice, “Ohhh, I see how it is.” His eyes flickered down to her lips for a split second. “If a guy does that, he’s jealous and possessive. But if a woman does it, it’s sexy…”

Y/N proudly smiled like the cheshire cat. “Exactly.”

Something over his shoulder caught her attention. “Oh, I see Tim. I’m going to go say hi.”

Without hesitation, she brushed past him.

Dick let his head fall, put his hands on his hips, and laughed.

He’d pay her back later tonight. And by ‘pay her back,’ he would just tell her how incredibly hot her behavior had been and basically invite her to do it whenever she damn well pleased.

Dick felt a presence beside him, and he didn’t have to raise his head to know it was Bruce.

“Hey,” Dick greeted him nonchalantly.

“You have lipstick all over your neck,” Bruce told him as he took a sip of his drink and looked around the party. “And your zippers down.”

“Sure is,” Dick sighed.

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Life's Surprises

Batman X Wife-Reader

Y/N, pregnant with her first biological baby though she soon finds out she'll no longer be having one baby.

I sat on the stretcher at my doctor's appointment. My hands cradling my bump, as my tears fell. The nurse just left saying that she needed to speak with the doctor. I called my husband on my mini intercom that was in my ear, I gasp fearing the worst. He answered my heart drops with guilt, will he be mad?

-"Darling, what's wrong?" his sentence swift

I cover my face as I cry "oh, Bruce I'm so scared the nurse was giving me a normal check up and th-then she left needing to talk to the doctor" I couldn't stop my sobs "what if somethings wrong?"

-"my Love deep breaths I'm on my way to you and no matter what happens I will still love you"

I sniff I didn't respond as I hear, the door open. I see my doctor with a gentle smile

"no need to worry, Mrs. Wayne you and your babies are perfectly healthy"

I let out a deep relieving breath, then I realized. I looked at my doctor in shock "b-babies?" I gasped "how?"

"congratulations Mrs. Wayne you're having twin's. To answer how, it appears your second baby was hiding behind his sister. Though today it seems he's said hello"

She showed me the ultrasound on the screen. I see, my babies I gasped crying. Two babies! Two babies! Not only did she say we're not only having a baby girl, but a boy as well. Moment's later I walk out and go to the exit. I'm still connected to the line with my husband. I waddle with my legs to the exit

I whisper not wanting to draw, attention "hey I don't if you heard that I'm sure you did. I'm ok the baby-" I corrected myself "babies and I are OK"

I made it to the exit seeing my beloved husband. He shuts his eye's taking a relaxing breath. I softly smile as he opens his eye's. We sat in the car my feet aching. I kicked my shoe's off and took a relaxing breath. I then realized we only have little girl clothes, and crib in the nursery

"Bruce" I take a small breath exhausted but we have to get more things "we need to go get more baby stuff but baby boy stuff"

"slow down, we're going home you can, get on the laptop and have everything you want sent home"

"Bruce, I'm fine my feet hurt a little"

"Y/N, your carrying my children I'm not letting you go walking through the store and worsening your pain. Your feet are in more pain than you're willing to admit. We're going home taking a bath, buying thing's for our son, and I'm giving you a foot message" his voice stern but with adoration

"so you're OK with having two babies?"

He kissed my head touching my bump gently rubbing it. That was enough reassurance for me. We made it home as Bruce has his hands on mine helping me into our room. We went into the bathroom. After Bruce helped me strip down. I laid in our double bathtub nearly taking all the room. As he turns the water on and messages my feet. I rest my neck on the edge of the tub. I instantly feel more relaxed. He gently rubs my large bump. He was quiet as usual though he seems to be thinking. I place the palm of my hand on his. As the bath water filled the tub Bruce turned it off. He moved his hand back on my bump, I again placed my hand on my his

"you seem to be thinking, anything you'd like to tell me?" I asked

"before I heard the doctor tell the news I'd had my suspension that you we're carrying twins" he kept his hand on my bump and looked to the side as his face dropped, my heart breaks "I was concerned of how good of a Dad I could be to two new children" he looks at me with a saddened look "I wasn't always the best father figure to the children I have now" he looks at my bump with a small smile "Though when I heard the doctor confirm my suspension, I didn't feel concerned or disappointed" he paused as if waiting for me to ask

"what'd you feel?"

He softly smiled looking me in the eye's "happy, concerned for how you were feeling though I was happy" he had genuine smile

I touch his face and he kissed me.

"ready to get out, Momma Bat?"

I nodded I held onto Bruce as he helped me stand. He drained the bath and held me bridle style. I chuckled he sat me on the bed and helped me put on my pajamas. He lifted my legs as I lay back down on the bed, he moved my legs onto the bed. He gave me a kiss and my bump. That following morning I yawn opening my eye's. It's late in the morning. I sat up seeing, Bruce reading.

"don't get up until I come to help you"

"Bruce, I love you but don't you think you're being a little overprotective"

"perhaps though do you honestly think I give a damn"

I roll my eye's as he shuts his book placing it on the nightstand. He walks, to me and offers his hands. I took them and stood. He kissed my head

"don't try to get out of trouble with me Mr" I jokingly stated for him being so adorably protective

He chuckled and kissed me. As I walk to go find breakfast he gives my butt a playful pat. I turn my head seeing him smirking at me. I chuckled. I open the door and saw, Cassandra. She offered her hand

"don't tell me Bruce texted you"

She playfully shrugged her shoulders. As if to say 'I'm not allowed to say but yes'. My daughter and I locked arm's. As we made it to the kitchen Cassandra walked to the fridge. I see my children on the barstools and Alfred doing dishes.

"morning kid's, morning Alfred"

"good morning Ms Y/N I have your breakfast right here"

"thanks, Alfred"

I feel a contraction and squint my eye's. Oww.

"mom! You ok? You're in pain, is it the baby" Dick asked as he came to my side

He held my hand "I'm ok kiddo it's just Braxton Hicks and it's not a baby there's two" I gasp covering my lips realizing I spoiled the surprise

Stephanie, spit her water out in shock.

"dammit Brown that's revolting I'm trying to comprehend what mother said"

"twin's? You're carrying two babies? Like" Dick extended one finger "one" he extended another finger "two?"

Stephanie looked at me in shock, along with Cassandra, Barbara Jason, Tim and Damian. Alfred, widely smiled. I nodded. Dick, carefully embraced me

"I can't believe it! There's going to be nine of us! Oh, Mom you need to rest like right now"

We parted "I'm fine don't worry"

Jason walked to me "hate to admit it but I agree with Grayson you need to rest Mom" Jason said and gently hugged me

As the rest of the kid's and Alfred stood by me each giving me word's of encouragements and warm hugs

"so wait you still haven't told us the gender, or genders, so?" Barbara asked

"it's a girl" I answered

Steph, Babs and Cass high five each other.

As Bruce walks he says "and a boy"

"woo! Boy's win-wait a boy and a girl. So wait who wins, the bet?" Dick questioned

"you all do which is a miracle considering I don't have to hear 'I win' on repeat for 3 week's"

"I was just stating what was true" Stephanie defended

I chuckled before I knew it Bruce and I were in the hospital room. After 3 hour's of contractions, they prepped me for delivery. With the stretcher bed leaned up, wearing a hospital gown. With sweat dripping down my face my tight grip on Bruce's hand. My legs leaned up. As the doctor told me to, I bore down and push, I scream in pain

"breath, Y/N you're doing outstanding" Bruce encouraged

I nod in response as I inhale through my nose and then exhale slowly through my mouth. I feel pain and pressure. I can barely hold it together. Bruce leaned down and kissed my knee. I then felt a firm swoosh, my baby was out

"Here she is!" the Doctor announced, placing the baby directly on my chest.

"D/N" I mumbled

I sobbed upon laying eyes on my baby. As I nursed my daughter then they weighed her and cleaned her. The nurse walked in offering our daughter

I winced "t-take her, Bruce. I think contractions are starting back up"

I moaned feeling the contraction again. I squeezed Bruce's hand. Bruce squeezed my hand gently and let go as the nurse put our tiny baby in the crook of Bruce's arm. I grunted, exerting all the force I could muster into my push. I yelled suddenly, I felt relief and saw my son. I gasped covering my face as I sobbed

"S/N" I cried

The doctor gave me my son I sobbed emotionally overwhelmed and overjoyed. After I nursed my son they cleaned him. With my after birth and myself clean. Wearing my clothes I sat on clean sheets holding my son. Bruce, holding our daughter he kisses my head.

"you did outstanding I'm so proud of you"

I kiss my husband as I hear knocking. Bruce walked and opened. I then see my kid's and Alfred. I gently smiled, seeing my children with gifts for their new brother and sister. Day's later D/N and S/N in the nursery sound asleep. With a teddy with a bow tie for S/N from Cassandra and a pink bow on another teddy bear for D/N also from Cassandra. As well as countless toy's and many other things their older siblings got to spoil them. Bruce and I full of exhaustion sat on the rocking chairs. He had put two in here for us. He offered his hand as I took it.

"I love you" I said with adoration grateful for the life I have

He kissed my hand "I love you too"

Several months later Bruce on patrol the twins in their teething stage. I heard crying late in the light. I walk to the nursery. The crying stopped but I want to make sure their ok. I saw them with Bruce in his uniform. I held my laugh in covering my lips seeing D/N and S/N chewing on my husband's cowl ears. He grunted, I burst out laughing.

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