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venusianelf · 2 years

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Frozen Nights & Heartwarming Solutions

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Autistic! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Oblivious (On one side) Mutual Pining, Snowed In/Cuddling for Warmth Trope

Summary: Your best friend Wanda has been living with you for months now and you’ve been desperately trying to hide your crush from the mind reader. Unfortunately, the power goes out during a snowstorm and you hate the cold. Thankfully your best friend is there to help!

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, Swearing, Unrealistic couch dimensions?, Sensory issues mentioned but I don’t go in depth with it, One use of Y/N

Word Count: ~1,200

A/N: Well I’m back from my unexpected hiatus of writer’s block. Sorry, it took me a bit but I hope you enjoy this fic! This could be read as just a normal Wanda x GN! Reader but there are some aspects of it that make it Autistic! Reader in my opinion. Gif I found off pinterest again. Also, I tried to make sure that there are no gendered pronouns for reader but if you find any let me know! If you have fic ideas for any marvel characters please let me know, especially if you want an Autistic! Reader fic! Thank you for reading! :)

It’s been a few months since Wanda showed up at your door. You’re honestly still not sure what to think of the Westview situation but you’re happy to give your friend a place to stay. The problem is the little crush you’ve had on her since you first met years ago. You know she recently lost Vision so there’s no way you’d make your move anytime soon, but it doesn’t change the fact that living with her is now a monumental task. Plus you’re aware she’s a mind reader and have zero idea if she already knows or not.

“Y/N?” The redhead asks as she peeks around the door corner. “Oh, uh. Hey, what’s up?” You ask, a little startled by her sudden appearance. “Do you know if we have any sugar left? Or do I need to run to the store?” “Um, I don’t think there’s any left if it’s not next to the tea.” “Well there’s none there,” She laughs as she leans on the door. “I guess I’ll have to do a quick run to the store. Want anything?” She asks as she picks up her keys. “Mm, could you get me some more of those cookies I like?” “Yeah, of course. The chocolate chip ones, right?” “Yup, those ones!” You respond as she finishes slipping on her shoes. “Alright, well I’ll be back in a bit!” She smiles as she heads out.

Checking your phone, you realize that there’s a snowstorm headed to your quaint home tonight. Sighing, you slide yourself off the couch to make sure you have some candles, blankets, and whatever else you might need in case the power goes out. Unfortunately for you, being cold is sensory hell for you. Which makes you wonder why the hell you decided to live in a place that snows. But nothing you can do about that for now. Once you gather up everything you think you two will need, you settle back on the couch after lighting the fireplace.

After watching one of your comfort shows for a bit, you hear the front door’s lock giggle signaling Wanda’s arrival. “Hey, did you see how hard it’s snowing out here? It’s fucking freezing.” She shivers as she quickly shuts the door and places the groceries on the countertop in the kitchen. “Yeah I did, my weather app says it’s gonna be a big storm. We might lose power.” You respond, standing up and joining her to put away the groceries. “Ugh, that’s gonna suck. Are you going to be okay? I know you don’t like the cold very much.” She says, stopping to look at you, waiting for your response. “Honestly, I’m not sure. It’s been a while since we had a storm bad enough to knock the power out.” You sigh, as Wanda frowns with concern. “Then I think we should bundle up on the couch next to the fire so that way you don’t freeze too much.” She suggests as you two finish putting away the groceries. “That sounds like a good idea,” You agree.

An hour later after setting up a makeshift bed on the couch, the power goes out. “Dammit,” You curse as the sudden shift in lighting shocks you. “Hey it’s going to be alright, we have a million blankets, so many candles it’s probably a fire hazard, and if worse comes to worst you can steal my warmth.” She says as she traces patterns on the back of your hand to try to comfort you. “Thank you, Wanda,” You smile, scooching closer to her. “Hey, could I fidget with your hands for a bit?” You ask hesitantly even though you’re sure it wouldn’t bother her. “Of course,” She smiles as she moves closer to you and gives you her hands.

“Does it feel weird when I do this?” You ask, looking at her in the warm light of the candles and fireplace. “Do what? Play with my hands?” She asks curiously. “Yeah.” “I wouldn’t say it feels weird, more like kind of ticklish sometimes. But it feels pretty nice other times,” She responds, smiling warmly at you and your silly question. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable or anything.” You smile back at her as you continue your fidgeting.

As the time passes the colder and colder you get. “Hey, Wanda?” You ask hesitantly as she lifts her head up from the book she’s been reading. “Yeah?” “Could I take you up on that offer to steal your warmth?” You ask nervously fidgeting with your hands. “Yeah, of course.” She responds, putting her book down and settling down so you’ll both be more comfortable. “Come here,” she smiles as she pats the spot next to her. Shyly smiling you crawl across the couch to lay next to her. As you settle down next to her she pulls you towards her so your head is on her chest. “Warmer?” She asks, peering down at you. “Mhm,” You mumble as you draw patterns on the back of her hand like she did for you earlier.

You two settle into a comfortable silence as both of you try to get some sleep and fail. “Y/n?” Wanda questions softly as to not disturb you if you had fallen asleep. “Yeah, Wanda?” You ask tiredly, turning to look at her better. “Forgive me if this is the wrong time to say this, but I feel like I should. You know I see how you look at me right?” She asks quietly to try to keep you from becoming too embarrassed. “Oh, um.” You mumble as you try to look away as you feel your face heat up. Feeling Wanda’s hand brush against your cheek, she turns you back to look at her. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed by, I look at you like that too” She smiles gently, as she moves her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You do?” You ask, shocked that your best friend could feel similarly. “Yes, I just didn’t want to say anything until I felt ready to give anything a try.” She responds. “You want to try us? But don’t you need more time?” You asked confused as you leaned into her touch even more. “I just told you that I wasn’t going to tell you until I was ready and I just told you, didn’t I?” She laughs. “I, Yeah, you did but I want to make sure.” “Well, I am sure.” She smiles as she uses her other hand to draw circles on your back. “Oh okay,” You smile excitedly as you finally accept that this is real and happening.

“So, may I kiss you?” She asks as she adores your smile and excitement. “Yes, please do.” You respond as she laughs and pulls you closer. Guiding you with her hand on your cheek, she pulls you close until your lips meet in a gentle kiss conveying both your excitement and nervousness. During your kiss, you note that she tastes distinctly of her jasmine tea from earlier. Parting for air, you smile as you think about how jasmine is probably your favorite tea now. “Something you want to share with the class?” She teases with a playful grin. “Oh, I was just thinking about how you taste yummy.” You respond as she giggles about your answer. “Okay, goof. Well how about we try to get some rest because it is getting late.” She suggests as you two settle back into a more comfortable position for sleeping. “Fine, but you have to take me out on a date tomorrow.” You add as you cuddle up into her side. “Deal,” she laughs as you both begin to drift off.

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sapphosvioletts · 3 years

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Little Moments

Natasha Romanoff x Autistic Best Friend

Summary:

Three moments of Natasha and her best friend: a movie night, misunderstanding, and fidgeting

Request: If you feel comfortable, can I ask Nat to be the reader's best friend? Watching film together and everything. You don't have to do it, but I thought it would be nice to read it someday. Thank you 💜

Word count: 1,981

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

.oOo.

Natasha smiles from her spot on the couch when she sees me come down the stairs. "Hey! It's your night to choose what to watch." She says while handing me the remote to the tv. I plop down on the couch next to her and happily search through Netflix. We've started a kind of tradition where once a week we have a movie/tv show night, or sometimes doing other things, just to spend time together.

Natasha gets up to grab some snacks while I'm scrolling through the options, and after I finally settle on what to watch I lean my head back as my feet kick back against the couch, waiting for Natasha to come back. Although the motion is slightly painful, I like the sensory input and repetitiveness of it.

When she comes back into my sight I notice a worried look on her face. She sets down the snacks on the coffee table before looking back at me. "Is everything okay? I heard banging form the kitchen." I take a second to think about what she could be talking about, I didn't hear anything. Then it finally dawns on me.

"Oh! No that was me, my foot was hitting the couch." I reply. "Are you hurt?" She asks, still worried. I give her a confused look in response. "No... I was just doing this?" I start the kicking motion again to show her, and I can see in her face as she comes to understand, she looks almost relieved.

"Ohh, okay good. I thought you maybe accidentally hit your leg, I didn't want you to get hurt." I smiled at her as she sat down next to me, silently appreciating how caring she is. She understands my stims, but sometimes needs them explained to her.

I start the movie and let Natasha get comfortable. Once she's settled, her eyes on the movie as she shoves handfuls of snacks into her mouth, I lay down with my head in her lap. Her free hand instinctively goes to play with my hair, massaging my scalp. She knows how much I love the feeling and she does it so often it's second nature for her by now.

Natasha's hand leaves my head for a moment, going to grab the remote, and I grumble at the loss. She laughs and shakes her head before throwing a piece of popcorn at my face. While she's focused on whatever she's doing with the remote, I throw the piece of popcorn back at her, but to my surprise she catches it in her mouth, not even having to look or barely open her mouth.

I stare at her in shock for a moment. "How in the hell did you just do that?" She laughs and puts the remote back down. "I'm a spy. Now shushh, watch the movie." She says while cupping my face and turning it back to the tv. I laugh and swat her hands away.

When we're finally settled again, her hand in my hair, I notice that she had turned the subtitles on for me. That explains what she was doing with the remote. I smile at the gesture and my eyes squeeze shut tight as my head briefly shakes. Natasha lovingly smiles down at me, loving my happy stims. She loves that she can visibly see when I'm happy.

For the rest of the movie Natasha's hand stays in my hair as mine are mindlessly picking at the thread on Nat's leggings. Both of our attentions are given to the screen, but a part of both of our thoughts are lingered on how much we appreciate each other, especially in little moments like this.

.oOo. .oOo. .oOo. .oOo.

Natasha is late to training, she accidentally slept in, which I know from her frantic call I got a couple minutes ago asking if we still have training today. Usually Natasha leads me in training, as she has worked with me the most and we both work really well together. Since she's not here right now though, Steve is taking over for the time being.

"Run some laps to get warmed up and then if you still have time until Nat gets here you can just do some stretching, that sound good?" I nod and smile at him. He leaves with a grin and walks over to the Shield agents he was training.

The track is upstairs and circles the gym. Being able to look down and see the gym is a nice distraction while running, as well as the pretty view of the trees from the windows. I make my way up to the track and start running, contently watching the trees through the window as I run past them.

About two laps in I realize that I wasn't told how many laps I was supposed to run. He only told me to run some laps, he didn't give me anymore instructions. Normally Natasha and I run them together and we always run the same amount, but I don't know if Steve wants me to run more or less.

I feel my heart rate start to quicken, and not just from the running. I start getting more anxious, not knowing how many laps Steve wants me to do. What's the normal amount for people to run? Would he think I didn't do enough? How much time should it normally take?

I don't know what to do, but I decide to just keep running. He said until Nat gets here right? Well he said to stretch if I still had time, but he didn't say when to stop running, so that should mean to run until Natasha is here, I would think. I nod my head in affirmation to myself, deciding that running until she gets here is probably the best option.

I don't even know how many laps I've ran by now, I lost track while paying attention to the agents in the gym below and the world outside. My lungs burn and it's hard to breathe, but I'm not supposed to stop until Natasha gets here. I swipe the sweat off of my forehead and continue running.

I look down to the gym when I hear a greeting from a familiar voice. Natasha's head is darting around the gym, clearly looking for something, or someone I should say. But Steve seems too distracted to notice, and calls her over. He has her briefly talk to him and some of the agents before she's finally free to get to her own work.

She drops her bag by the wall and her eyes finally fall upon the moving figure above her. She climbs up the stairs and waits by the door while I finish my lap. When I finally reach her I smile and stop running, almost bumping into her from stopping so suddenly.

My breathing is heavy, my legs feel like jelly, and my lungs burn. She looks at me concerned and puts her hands on both of my shoulders to look at me. "Hey, are you alright?" I only nod in response, not being able to talk from my heavy breathing. "Here, let's just jog around for a bit, you shouldn't be stopping so suddenly like that."

She gently drags me by my shoulder as she starts jogging, and I follow her. The slower pace is nice, and before I know it after a couple laps my breathing is much better, although my legs still feel dead. We slow down to a walk and we finally start talking again, now that I'm able to.

"How long were you running for? You're usually not that out of breath or tired." I can hear the concern in her voice. "Well.. I- uhm.. I dont really know." I say quietly, but she still hears me. "What do you mean? Why don't you explain what happened from when you got here to now."

Natasha understands that sometimes it's difficult to find the right words or even know where to start. It's sometimes just too overwhelming, but being given direct instructions or at least a place to start is very helpful, even if I end up explaining more than she actually needs.

"Well, when I got here I went up to Steve like you told me to over the phone. He told me to run some laps to get warmed up, and if there was still time until you got here then I could stretch. After a couple laps I realized that he didn't tell me how many laps he wanted me to run, he just told me to run. And he was training the agents so he wasn't really paying attention enough to tell me to stop. So I just kept running, since he told me to run until you got here."

Natasha gives me a sad smile while her hand rubs circles on my back. "Oh honey, I'm really sorry. I should've told Steve to be more specific when I talked to him this morning. Just know that next time if someone doesn't give you clear instructions, just go for as long as you need, don't overdue it. It's only a warmup, so just run a couple laps, or whatever you're doing, until you feel warm enough. If you are in pain or struggling, you don't have to do it just because someone told you to."

I nod in response, glad that she's not mad at me for my mistake. She never is, but people usually are, so I've come to kind of expect it. "Sorry" is all I can manage to say. "There's nothing to be sorry for, it's not your fault at all." She gives me a reassuring smile.

She pulls me into a hug and I gladly accept, wrapping my own arms around her waist. "And also, if you're ever unsure about something, just ask. I know that the world isn't built for neurodivergent brains, so if you're ever unsure about our sometimes stupid neurotypical language, all you have to do is ask." I smile and hug her tighter, feeling overwhelmed with love for my best friend.

.oOo. .oOo. .oOo. .oOo.

Her hand she's not writing with is holding the colorful circle object, her fingers pressing into the bubbles. She's using the bubble popper fidget toy I had introduced her to a couple weeks ago. It kind of mimics bubble wrap but it's silicone.

Her eyes are focused on the paper in front of her, her pen gliding across it. I doubt she even notices she's fidgeting with the toy. I left it on the kitchen table, where she is sitting right now. She obviously found it and is now using it. Normally I hate people touching my things, especially my fidget toys, but Natasha is the only exception. Maybe it's because I trust her, or just because we are so close.

Her head snaps up when she feels my eyes on her and I try to hide my smile. "What?" She asks, confused as to why I'm staring at her. "Oh, it's nothing, sorry." I respond before looking back down at my phone and leaving her be, but this time with a small smile on my lips.

It means a lot to me to see her stimming as well, even though she isn't autistic. She doesn't find it weird or shame me for it, instead she is interested in it and even encourage me to stim. Seeing her act so normal about it makes me happy, not many people are so accepting about it, but Natasha is one of the people who is and I'll always be thankful for it.

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nony-bear · 3 years

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Mission Birthday (Steve Oneshot)

This blog and ALL posts are for people 18 + ONLY.

Gif By: @zimski-vojnik // Dividers Found Here

Parings: Steve X Reader

Warnings: Kissing (I don’t know if that needs a warning but just incase.)

Word Count: 1779

Summary: It’s your boyfriends birthday... the only problem is, he didn’t tell you.

A/N: Hi everyone! I know it’s been a hot second since I’ve posted any actual writing, but I finally was able to write this request I got a while back! I think I like how it ended up turning out even though it’s on the shorter side for a oneshot, but anyways, I hope I did an okay job, and everyone likes it! As always, thank you all for your support and everything. You all are truly amazing, and I can’t express how grateful I am for everything. My inbox is always open and has anonymous mode available, so please feel free to drop in anytime about literally anything (even requests!) I’d love to hear from you all!

Sitting at the kitchen table at the Avengers compound, you sip your coffee carefully, trying not to burn your mouth but still get a taste of that magical caffeine. Nat is sitting across from filling out some mission reports while eating her breakfast, Bruce is next to her reading some physics thesis, and Bucky is over at the stove cooking up some eggs. While making himself some breakfast, Bucky chats with you about work and the weather and other normal stuff. The conversation is by no means awkward, but your brain is still waking up, not used to being up this early. Usually, after your boyfriend (and fellow avenger) Steveleaves in the morning for his workout session giving you a soft kiss goodbye, you fall right back to sleep. But this morning was different. No matter how hard you tossed and turned, you couldn’t sleep. There was this weird nagging feeling in the back of your head that you were missing something. Still, you were sure that you didn’t have any meetings except for a quick one this afternoon, and besides that, you had the day completely free. But you still couldn’t shake it, so instead, you got up and dragged yourself out into the common area.

“So, what are you and Steve doing tonight?” Bucky asks, walking over to the table with his plate in hand.

You shrug nonchalantly. “Not sure, probably just go catch fireworks somewhere. Why do you have plans?”

In the midst of hungrily shoveling the food in his mouth, he looks up at you, confused. “But it’s -”

You chuckle at him a little, looking shocked before answering the question for him. “Buck, I know it used to be really big when you and Steve were young, but usually people now only do like cookouts and fireworks. Independence Day just isn’t as big of a deal.”

“Oh my god, you don’t know…” He says, dropping the fork on the table making a clinking sound that causes Nat and Bruce to look up at him in just as much confusion as you.

With a nervous laugh, you look between him and the others. “What don’t I know?”

“Nope, nothing,” Buck announces, his demeanor changing suddenly, before standing up and walking back towards the counters in the kitchen.

You’re suddenly much more awake and quick on your feet, following after him. “You can’t just not tell me now!” You say, grabbing his arm lightly as if you could really ever actually restrain his movements.

“You obviously don’t know for a reason, so I’m not going to be the one that tells you.” He laughs, using his hand to push your head, and subsequently, your body away from him playfully.

“Nat! Bruce!” You whine, looking at them for help.

Bruce sighs, taking off his glasses. “You know she isn’t going to leave you alone until you tell her.”

Bucky huffs in annoyance, knowing how persistent you can be. “Okay fine, but you can’t tell him I told you…”

Your heart starts beating faster; you figured it was something about Steve, but now you’re worried, what if this is something serious. “I promise.” You tell him before taking a deep breath in.

“Today is Steve’s birthday.” He says cautiously.

“What?!” You, Nat, and Bruce all say at once.

Bucky puts down his plate and rubs his hands over his face frustratedly. “He’s going to kill me.”

“Not if I kill him first!” You say immediately. “I can believe he didn’t tell me! I’ve been trying to get it out of him for months! He said he didn’t want me trying to analyze his birth chart, said his mom thought that kind of stuff was for witches.” Bruce shrugs with a chuckle, and Nat swats him with her papers.

“Y/n, please, don’t make a big deal about today. Steve doesn’t like celebrating his birthday. He hates it, actually,” Bucky explains, glancing at the doorways worried Steve may walk in at any moment.

You shake your head and put your hands on your hips, confused. “But why? Obviously, the astrology thing wasn’t true.”

“I mean, that does sound like something his mom would have said, but still, Steve just doesn’t like being the center of attention, didn’t want you to go to the trouble probably.” Bucky shrugs. “Now, speaking of trouble… don’t get me in it.”

After talking to Bucky, you tried not to dwell on the fact that it is your boyfriend’s birthday, and you literally have nothing prepared. But that quickly proved to be impossible. So mission Birthday commenced.

You got yourself ready as quickly as possible to avoid Steve on his way back from the gym before his meetings and then ran out into town. You picked up everything you would need; decorations, food, some cupcakes, and of course, his gift. You had reserved this present for your anniversary, only three months away, but with this new information, you couldn’t help yourself.

Making sure to discreetly slip back into the compound after Steve had already left for his meetings and drop everything off before attending a meeting of your own. Thankfully it was short and sweet, and you were able to dash back to your shared suite in no time.

You set up everything perfectly. Simple blue streamers on the ceiling, a few silver balloons here and there, and his go-to order from his favorite take-out spot and cute little cupcakes from a local bakery presented nicely on the delicately set table, while the gift rests hidden in your bag for later.

Having a bit of time left, you put on one of his favorite records, lit some candles, and changed into one of his favorites of your dresses. You are finishing up fixing up your hair when you hear the jiggle of the knob on the front door.

“Uh, baby? Are you in there? Did you lock the door?” The confused man calls out to you from the other side of the door. Considering the Avengers Compound is one of the secure and safest places in the entire world, you tended to rarely keep the doors locked.

Giggling, you rush over and smooth your dress out one last time before unlocking the door and opening it slowly. “I’m sorry, I’m actually waiting for someone. Can I help you?” You tease him trying not to open the door too wide, and let him see in.

“What’s going on with you, my little minx? Let me in.” He chuckles, confused, trying to wrap a hand around your waist to move you.

You follow his lead and move to the side. Once he enters the room, you close the door before coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso. “I know your secret.” You say softly, unable to contain your giddy smile.

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all of this…” He sighs, turning in your arms to get a better look at you. “You didn’t have to go to all the trouble just for me.”

You shake your head and frown. “Steve, it’s no trouble at all. I love you, and you deserve to be celebrated. I can’t believe you weren’t going to tell me.”

His features soften as he leans down and kisses you wiping the frown off your face. “I love you so much…. And thank you, I’m sorry for not telling you, even though I would have been just fine with leftovers and going to see the fireworks tonight.” He chuckles.

“Don’t worry, we’ll still go see the fireworks tonight still, but after dinner, now come eat.”

Steve and you talk over dinner, enjoying the quality time together, and him continually thanking you and telling you that you didn’t have to do all this for him.

After eating, you pull him out of his seat and head towards the garage. You ignore his repeated questions about where you are going, simply telling him to be patient. About fifteen minutes later, you pull over to the side of the road and get out of the car, Steve following closely behind.

Still asking you a million questions, you lead him out to a field where you can see a handful of people in the distance setting something up.

“Baby, what the hell are we doing out here?” He asks you, confused and starting to get nervous that you guys may be trespassing.

“Wanted you to have the best seats in the house.” You say, making Steve connect the dots that the men in the distance must be setting up the annual fireworks. “Now sit so I can give you your present.” You laugh, pulling him down to the grass with you.

“A present, really baby? I swear you really -”

“Didn’t have to do this, I know, I know.” You cut him off while pulling the small wrapped object out of your bag and handing it to him. “I wanted to. Steve, really, I love you; I couldn’t let your birthday be just another day. You deserve better than that.”

Steve stops trying to argue and leans forward, kissing your forehead lovingly before taking the gift from you. Carefully he unwraps the simple blue paper revealing the clear box containing an old dirty baseball with tiny letters scrawled across it in blue ink.

“I know how you always said you wish you could have played baseball as a kid and how you and bucky would always try to go catch foul balls at the Yankees games but never did. So I got one for you, even got the player you liked from all the way back then…” You explain nervously, hoping he’d like it as much as you thought he would.

“This is an amazing baby. I don’t even know what to say. Just thank you, so, so much.” He says, closely examining the ball until he looks up to you, pulling you in close for a hug and a kiss.

You smile at his happiness, proud that he liked the gift. “Happy Birthday, old man.” You giggle teasingly.

He chuckles, giving you an eye roll.“Can’t even be mad at you. You have made this the best birthday ever.”

Soon the two of you cuddle up close with your back against his front and his arms wrapped around you, leaning up against one of the trees bordering the field. Waiting for the fireworks to begin, a comfortable silence falls over you both while he presses soft kisses to your cheek, and you play with the fingers of his that is held by yours. And as you lie there together, Steve thinks of why exactly he didn’t like his birthday, but suddenly he can’t remember.

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crankynewt · 3 years

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okay, so i’ve officially lost my mind.

but like, what if i wrote a quicksilver script on my own and just like, sent it to marvel.

like “hey, we all hate what you did. here’s your solution big kev.” (your saviour is here lmao)

maybe it’s just my burnout and is just today’s mental breakdown, but like, maybe it’s so crazy it just might work??

idek, either way i’m writing one for fun. please send me ideas :))

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bebx · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, Mobius M. Mobius & Ravonna Lexus Renslayer Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Ravonna Lexus Renslayer Additional Tags: Hurt Loki (Marvel), Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Loki Gets a Hug (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius needs a hug, Mobius M. Mobius gets a hug, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Love Confessions, Protective Mobius M. Mobius Summary:

Ravonna had warned him to keep whatever it was, that was going on between himself and Loki, strictly business level, and Mobius had insisted that that was all there was to it; strictly business parters and nothing more.

Perhaps he could lie to his friend, Mobius couldn't lie to himself, the terror that washed over him, the second he saw Loki lie motionlessly on the floor.

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onxeuponanimagine · 4 years

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Perfect Gift ~ Steve Rogers

Winter was always your favorite time of the year. What was there not to like, there was snow, hot cocoa, warm clothes and just so much cheer all around. You loved every moment of it. And this year was even before as you had someone special to spend it with. Steven Rogers wasn’t someone you thought you would fall in love with, you two were just so different. He was kind, polite to everyone, and a hero for goodness sake. You weren’t the type to go out of their way to help someone. You weren’t horrible you would help an old lady cross the street or give someone your change if they needed it, while shopping, but other than that you avoid people.

You had only met Steve when you went to visit your cousin last new years, he was also and hero and after seeing him on tv saving the world with Captain America and Iron Man. Sam was more than happy to see you when you made it to the Avengers towers, and to introduce you to everyone. The moment you laid eyes on Steve you knew you were a goner. Sam saw it, Bucky saw it, but Steve didn’t. He thought you were out of his league, thought you wouldn’t want an old man like him, but that was the farthest thing from the truth. It took months before they convinced him that you felt something for him and he finally asked you out, it was all bliss since then.

“ Darling what are you thinking about?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You jumped not knowing he was home just yet. “ I was thinking about what to get the perfect man for Christmas.” You smiled turning around in arms smiling up at him. “ What do you think Tony would want?” You teased.

“ Darling you wound me, Tony?” He said pouting. You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction kissing his pouting lips. “ I am just joking, I meant you.” He grinned tightening his hold on you. “ In that case, you don’t have to get me anything I have everything I want right here in my arms.” You blushed, burying your face in his chest. “ Are all the guys from your day so sappy?” He laughed so loudly and joyously you couldn’t help but look up at him watching his eyes light up as he did.

“ I love you, Darling, this is why I don’t need anything else for Christmas, but you.” He said kissing you sweetly. “ I love you too, Steve, but I will get you the perfect gift.”

#steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #captain america imagine #avengers imagine #imgaines

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slythxn · 6 years

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Steve or Bucky?! or peter p?! y’all this is crucial

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imgaines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #peter parker imagines #peter parker x you #peter pevensie x reader #mcu #avengers #marvel

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robbiekaysfavoritelostgirl · 5 years

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Request Stuff

Hey I’m Jessica and I love to write, so please feel free to send me imagine requests. What I write for is down below.

One Direction

5 Seconds of Summer

Once Upon A Time

Riverdale

Harry Potter

YouTubers

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children (Enoch, Bronwyn, Emma, Jacob, Abe, Miss P, Millard, Horace and Hugh ONLY. All Enoch imagines will be done ias his age in the movie. SO 16/17)

Teen Wolf

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Avengers

Outlander

Game of Thrones

The Maze Runner

As my account got deleted because of it, I will NOT be doing smut.

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lostnerdouttime · 6 years

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Thor: “Are you free afterwards? Do you want to grab something to drink?”

You: “You know.. I have already plans sorry.”

Thor: “So maybe tomorrow night?”

Tony: “Can you please stop the flirting? Some are trying to work here!”

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark oneshot #Iron Man #iron man imagines #iron man imagine #marvel #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel drabble #marvel imgaines #Avengers #averngers #avengers imagine

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theyoungest-weasley · 6 years

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Okay so I thought I had a Masterlist but apparently I do not! So I will be creating one of those shortly sorry fellas im such a mess!

#tmr #marvel #hp #harry potter #harry potter imagines #avengers #avengers imgaines #avengers x reader #harry potter x reader #marvel universe

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imhereforbvcky · 7 years

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Pulling Strings

Summary: You and Bucky set out to annoy each other during your respective down time and get more than you bargained for.

Prompt(s): Can I make a request for 1, 7, and 8? I can see them as perfect banter lines between reader and Bucky!

1. “That’s starting to get annoying” 7. Well, that’s tragic.” 8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just major floof

Word Count: 3993 I just cannot keep ‘em at reasonable lengths lately!

Author’s Note: I am the actual worst. I think I got this request in like, November from @captainmomofoshosho! And I started it then, but only got like 300 words in. Now here we are and I can’t stfu. My bad all around.

Everyone knows that you like to play piano when you’re stressed. Everyone knows not to disturb you. Everyone including Bucky Barnes, but after decades of following orders, Bucky does exactly what Bucky wants.

“What do you want, Barnes?” you asked in a flat tone, your fingers continuing to move over the smooth keys in familiar patterns that were comfortable and calming.

“Just listening,” he drawled, running the edge of his beer bottle along the lengthy curve of the piano as he approached. The sound of it rumbled through the room and pulled a heavy and annoyed sigh from your chest.

“Well, you’re not very good at just listening, are you?”

He only smirked, leaning on the polished black surface and watching your hands while rolling the bottle back and forth in his palms. It was nearly empty, and the hollow grinding, rumbling sound against the wood rattled through your brain, breaking your concentration until your hand snapped out landing over his to stop the motion.

“That’s starting to get annoying,” you seethed, even more on edge than before.

“Sorry, sweetness,” he smirked, lifting all but his finger and thumb from the bottle as he pulled one hand away, displaying his surrender. His other hand remained under yours until he rolled his wrist and captured your fingers between his, “Didn’t realize you were so touchy.”

You rolled your eyes, jerking your hand away to begin a particularly aggressive lick of Beethoven. “You haven’t answered my question,” you insisted, smirking as your fingertips danced out the oh so appropriately named Presto Agitato.

“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes glued to your fingers marching over the keys with purpose and frustration as your own agitation seeped into your playing.

“What do you want?”

He had the decency to look a little sheepish as he pivoted, slinking down onto the bench beside you before running one finger over a smooth ivory key. He finally dragged his eyes up to your face but never lifted his head, a small hopeful smile edging its way across his face. “Just bored. Will you play something I know?”

“Bucky, please,” you begged, throwing your head back in exasperation, once again stopping your playing. You finally rolled your head to look at him. “I’m just trying to relax.”

“So am I!” he insisted, “Please? Just one song?”

With a huff, you turned back to the keys and pressed out a few slow cords for him. He picked it up quickly when you started to the familiar syncopated rhythm and sang your slowed, softened version of the song to yourself, so damn quietly you never thought he’d hear. “I’m coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine. Gotta gotta be down because I want it all. It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss...”

“Well that’s tragic,” he sighed as the words drifted through his sharp hearing. He leaned back until his elbows rested on the keys, plunking out a painful sound.

“Bucky!” you shrieked, pushing him up off of the keys, trying to shove him off your piano bench, but he wouldn’t budge. Groaning, you gave up, “What’s tragic is your mistreatment of this flawless piano!”

“Oh, I’m sorry; did you two want to be alone?”

“Yes! As a matter of fact!” you shouted, trying again to shove him off your bench, this time even bringing your knee up to put some body into it. It was a wasted effort on this wall of a man who only grinned at your futile efforts as if you were a chihuahua nipping at the heels of an enormous grey wolf. God he could be so irritating.

He just took a slow sip of his beer, tapping a finger on one of the keys repeatedly, insisting with a look that you keep playing. You only crossed your arms and shook your head defiantly, completely unwilling to give him what he wanted after this unbelievably petulant disruption.

“Fine,” he said, leaning forward and flipping a piece of your hair with his finger as he sauntered away whistling the chorus to Mr. Brightside on his way out.

Heaving a sharp sigh of relief, you turned back to the piano. You slowly rolled your head around, pulling a deep stretch through your shoulders to relax the tension that inevitably came into the room whenever Bucky Barnes entered it, but never seemed to leave with him.

Eventually you took a slow, deep breath and poised your fingers over the keys. Just as you closed your eyes for one last calming breath, ready to dive back in, you were startled half off your seat by the sound of Mr. Brightside blaring through the room’s surround sound.

You leaned forward clutching your chest as if it would slow your racing heart. You were beyond furious with Bucky as the chorus ripped through your ears. He finally relented, turning the volume down after you screamed his name as loud as you possibly could over the sound filling the room. He leaned in the doorway, holding the small sound system remote, casually spinning it in his fingers

“Over here, darlin’.”

“What is wrong with you?!” you shouted, voice raw from trying to holler over the music moments ago, “You are seriously like a man-child!”

His smirk never faltered as he held his position at the door. “You need a little spontaneity in your life, and I’m happy to give it to you,” his irritating smile grew wider, if that were possible. “You know, have a little fun? Get off the same boring songs from 1850. If they’re too old for me, they’re definitely too old for you.”

“They’re classics!” you growled. “But if it’s spontaneity you want…” You shrugged, lifting out of your slipper, “then I’ll give it to you!”

Bucky ducked, letting the slipper you’d hurled at him bounce off his left forearm with a soft plop. He looked at you over the gleaming metal plates as he slowly rose to his full height. “Did you just…”

“Yep!” you snapped, popping the p, “Just trying to be spontaneous. Aren’t you supposed to have superior reflexes or something? Can’t even dodge a slipper?”

He scoffed, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief. “You think you’re cute?” he asked dangerously, tossing the remote onto a table nearby before he began stalking over to you.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “But more importantly… “ The words came out slow, and laced with anticipation as you slid sideways off the bench, reaching down to your feet, “I have another slipper!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you launched the slipper at Bucky and took off running. Your bare feet slipped with every push, slowing your pace as you reached the end of room. There was no way you were actually outrunning Bucky. He was letting you outpace him, probably wouldn’t know what to do with you if he caught you. You grinned at the thought, glancing over your shoulder.

He was close when you reached one hand to the door jam, using it to swing yourself into the hallway. You screeched when you felt Bucky’s fingers slide around your wrist. The metal still retained the icy chill from his beer bottle. Spinning on your toes, you faced him, an amused smile written all over his face as you tugged against his unrelenting grip.

A breathless laugh bubbled past your lips as you bent forward, pulling with all your strength backwards away from him. He didn’t let go, but he relented enough for you to pull the both of you backwards down the hall.

“You’re out of footwear now, doll,” he murmured, “What are you going to throw next?” His eyes made a slow deliberate path over the jersey shorts and t-shirt that hung loosely on your shoulders and hips. The soft, thin fabric you’d chosen to lounge in to fight the humid summer heat suddenly felt too thin, too light. You were too shocked by the gleam in his eye to notice as he quickly slipped an arm around your waist, his hand gliding across your lower back.

Your brain suddenly went fuzzy, like running in sand. Every thought moved too slowly, every sensation too warm, too bright. You found your lip caught between your teeth as you glanced down to see exactly how close you were, how tightly he held you against his own body. When you felt him chuckle softly, you glanced up in time to catch him dipping his head toward you, his lips a breath away.

You let out a yelp when Bucky spun the both of you, letting you glide away from him, but not quite out of his grasp. It took you a moment to notice the door that had snapped open right where you’d stood a second ago. It was impossible to miss, though, when Vision stepped around it, glancing between you both with a confused look.

“Vision!” you huffed, “What the hell are you doing? You don’t even need doors?”

“Wanda suggested it might be less alarming to the other residents if I used them,” he stated simply.

As your thoughts finally caught up to the way your body still clung to Bucky, how close you were, what this looked like, you shifted uncomfortably. Finally twisting your wrist out of Bucky’s grip, you pulled your hands back into your own space.

“Well, so much for that theory,” you mumbled, looking at your feet as you stepped away.

“Are you alright, Miss?” Vision asked, “Your heart rate is elevated and your dopamine levels are unusually high, would you like me to take you to--”

“No, Vis!” you shouted, storming past him down the hall, letting your shoulder nudge his on your way. “You just scared the shit out of me!”

Bucky sighed, closing his eyes in frustration and shaking his head.

“I don’t understand,” Vision continued in your absence. “Her cortisol levels weren’t unusual; there was no indicator of stress or fear. Your heart rate is also elevated, should we--?”

“No,” Bucky groaned, rolling his eyes as he walked down the hall in the opposite direction.

Sam sat on one of the long benches lining the wall to the in-house gym, tying up his shoes while Bucky rooted in his bag for his iPod. They met together twice a week to train, and twice a week he ran with Steve.

“Oh man,” Sam whined, “Is it your turn for music again already? You have the worst taste, dude.”

“There’s just too much to catch up on!” Bucky argued, plugging his iPod into the sound system that was wired throughout the gym. He quickly thumbed to a work-out playlist that he hadn’t bothered to update since last time and hit shuffle. Only instead of the DMX song Wade had suggested he add to the list, a slow dramatic piano rhythm piped out of the speakers.

Sam looked at him from the bench he was now sprawled under with a confused and unimpressed scowl.

“Sorry,” Bucky muttered, “I don’t know what’s going on.” He paged to the next song, thinking it must have been a glitch. But again when he looked down and read the ACDC song title, all he heard was Mendelssohn. He huffed, trying to suppress the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before testing the next few songs. Each one looked like the right song, but when it began to play, nothing but soft complicated piano rang through the speakers.

“Man, I know you’re like a thousand years old,” Sam teased between lifts, “but this is not gonna work for me.”

Bucky shook his head with a small laugh, breathing your name. “I’ve gotta go take care of something. Stereo’s all yours.”

“What?” Sam asked, confused as Bucky took off at a jog out of the gym, with his bag over his shoulder.

Today, you’d decided to take it easy. You were proud of yourself for your revenge and had decided you deserved a reward. So you’d skipped your early morning workout with Nat and instead took your coffee to your room where you’d laid in bed well into the afternoon, finally getting back to that book you’d been putting off for weeks.

It was mid afternoon when Bucky stormed into your room, flashing his iPod at you. You could only manage to grin and bite your lip as your giggles betrayed you. He chewed his lip and grinned at you, lazing on your stomach with your feet curled behind you and your book hiding your laughter, an empty coffee cup on the floor beside you.

“Thought so,” Bucky sighed before striding to the side of your bed faster than you’d ever seen him move except in combat. His arms slid under yours as he dragged you from the bed.

“Bucky!” you shouted, “What the hell are you doing?!”

He never stopped or spoke a word as he dragged you out of your door walking backwards with both of his arms hooked under yours. Once in the hall he dropped one arm to your hips and hoisted you off your feet as he hauled you past the kitchen where Steve only laughed and rolled his eyes when you begged him for help.

You tried again when you passed Tony on your way to the elevator, sure Bucky was going to drop you into the pool in your sweats or break every string on the piano as revenge. “Tony, please! Bucky’s gone rogue! It was just a joke, but I think he’s actually going to murder me.”

Tony just smirked and stepped out of his way. You glared at him, utterly betrayed. “You might want to go along with this one. Fighting only makes it worse, trust me, I know.” He nodded to Bucky before the doors slipped closed and you finally gave up, slumping against him, your toes just skimming the floor.

When he felt you relax, he let you go. His hand slipped into yours, holding it tight and moving out of the elevator into the garage at a fast clip, dragging you behind him. He stopped at his motorcycle and shoved a helmet into your hands.

“No,” you objected firmly, “Bucky. I’m in my sweats still! Where the hell are you taking me? What is this?”

“Just get on the bike.” He dropped his own helmet on and sidled onto the motorcycle. When you still stood defiantly where he’d let go of your hand he yanked the helmet from your hands and pushed it over your head. “Get. On.”

“This is insane,” you muttered as you slid onto the bike behind him after pushing some hair out of your eyes. “You’re insane.” You let your hands circle his torso, hugging yourself tight against his back. He was warm and his jacket smelled somehow clean and grimy at once, like he’d washed it with strong detergent but after several days of riding the dirt and exhaust had begun to settle onto the fabric again.

He peeled away, weaving expertly through the city traffic. It took only a few minutes before he eased to a stop just south of Central Park. You knew exactly where you were, the historic red brick structure and arching entries screamed to you. You knew the building, though you’d never been inside, and you’d be damned if your first visit would be in your pajamas. What the hell was Bucky planning?

“We’re here, you can let go now.” You could hear the smile in his voice, but your eyes were glued to the building as he took off his helmet and tried to pry your hands from their grip around him.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” you hissed, tightening your grip, clasping your own hands in a tight knot in front of him. You could feel his laughter reverberate through his chest and into yours and it only fed your frustration. “You are just plain cruel! I cannot go into Carnegie Hall in sweatpants! You just have a permanent, human jetpack now until you take me home.”

This time you heard his laughter even through your thick helmet. He didn’t bother trying to untangle your grip this time, he just rose to his feet, lifting you with him, eliciting a sharp yelp from you as you lost your balance and dug your hands into his jacket.

He shook his head with a scoff and took your hands, stabilizing you and pulling you away from the bike at the same time. “Would you just trust me?”

“Why the hell would I do that?” you snapped, setting your helmet on the bike and adjusting your hair as best you could. He only rolled his eyes and took your hand, dragging you closer to the building.

When you reached the doors they were all locked. You eyed Bucky with a suspicious, raised eyebrow when an older man greeted him with a warm smile, “You must be Mr. Barnes.” He ushered you both inside, “Mr. Stark said you were on your way, please come in!”

Your jaw dropped and you gripped Bucky’s hand tighter, suddenly feeling completely awestruck and ridiculous. He smiled down at you and pulled you inside. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you took in every marbled tile and pillar, each intricately carved arch and curve of the ceiling. Every balcony, every panel, every medallion glittering with opulent grace, and you stood in the center of it in sweats and helmet hair, too awestruck to care.

“The entrance is right through there, Mr. Barnes,” the man pointed through a set of double doors. You made to follow when Bucky turned to give your hand to the older gentleman who tucked it into his elbow. “This way miss,” he told you, guiding you down a far less elaborate side hallway.

Your mind raced, reaching for some explanation, some reasoning behind this extravagance that seemed to be all for you. Where on earth was this man taking you? Where was Bucky? It all stopped short when you reached a door and the man ushered you through. Your eyes fell on a beautiful concert grand in the center of the stage, just before you. Your gaze darted over to Bucky, seated alone in the front row of the otherwise empty concert hall.

You dared to step forward tentatively, taking in every inch of the room as you did, the broad stage beneath you, the rows and rows of velvety red chairs, the creamy white balconies with pristine pillars or delicately carved patterns. Finally catching your breath you turned to Bucky, unable to clear the wonder and shock from your face. He only smiled at your reaction.

“What is this?” you asked in a choked whisper.

He cleared his throat, testing the waters. “Well, I was hoping to call a truce,” he grinned up at you as you burst out a wet laugh, small tears pricking at your eyes. You’d never even seen such a legendary place and here you were standing on the stage, ready to play for an audience of one. The only one that really mattered.

“A truce?” you echoed.

“Mhmm. I had Tony call in a favor. I thought maybe if you got your playing out of your system here you’d stop screwing with my iPod.” This time you laughed fully, your cheeks swelling and the corners of your eyes wrinkling, forcing out a few more warm, happy tears.

“You drive a hard bargain, Barnes,” you teased, spinning slowly with your arms extended, still marveling at the exceptionally over-the-top gift. “But I think you’ve got yourself a deal. I mean, how could I say no to this?” You walked the length of the piano, tracing your fingertips over the sleek black wood while keeping your eyes locked squarely on him. How could you say no to him?

He leaned back in his seat, still smiling and gestured toward the piano. You grinned back and made your way to the seat. Before even beginning, you looked back out onto the empty hall, all the seats, it was like a dream. With a deep breath, and one quick run of your fingers over the keys, you were ready.

As the song wound up you started to sing along, like before “Comin out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine…”

“This is what you want to play?” he asked, incredulous.

“It’s growing on me,” you shrugged, continuing the simple rhythm. “Just can’t seem to get it out of my head.”

“That so?” he asked, and you saw him stand out of the corner of your eye, but you kept your gaze on the clean keys beneath your fingers, humming the tune now. You jolted and plunked out a set of erroneous keys when you felt a soft sensation run down the center of your spine, sending a shockwave of tingling warmth rippling through your body.

“Neither can I,” Bucky hummed into your ear as the tips of his fingers slid back up the ridge of your spine. It was all you could do to focus on breathing, your hands still heavy and unmoving on the keys when he pulled your hair off your neck and you felt the warm press of his lips. “Is this okay?” he asked, the whisper of his breath on your skin set off a chill through your spine.

You nodded with a sigh and tilted your head without a thought, offering more of yourself for him to kiss. As he made his way up your throat and over your jaw you turned on the smooth piano bench to face him, one hand sliding into the hair at the back of his head as you moved to kiss him urgently, your lips working against his in fluid, sweeping intensity.

When you finally broke apart, still hovering close to each other, Bucky was sitting on the bench beside you, smiling softly. “That took us too long,” he said, stroking the back of his fingers down the column of your neck and following it with his eyes.

You nodded in agreement and smiled for a moment, relishing in the closeness before smacking him playfully on the shoulder, “I’m in sweatpants, you jerk!” He cowered with a smirk under your outrage. “You couldn’t have let me change before we came here?”

“No time,” he answered casually tapping one key, “They’re kicking us out in 30 minutes, so get to playing, Mozart.”

“Just for that you get Salieri.”

“I have no idea what that means,” Bucky laughed, standing and circling the piano to give you space. He leaned on a corner of the shining black surface to watch you as you began playing again.

“Well then we’re definitely watching Amadeus when we get back,” you smiled up at him for a moment before returning your attention to the keys, “And eating ice cream. Something that’s actually appropriate for these pajamas.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes in exasperation. “Fine, but I’m probably going to fall asleep on you.”

“Nu uh!” you stopped all playing for this argument, “That is not how this works. I get to be cute and small and fall asleep on you. And you have to deal with the stiff neck and blanket issues.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he whined, “Does this mean you’re a cuddler?”

“I’m in my sweatpants at 2 in the afternoon, what do you think?” you laughed, picking up where you’d left off playing. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it.” Bucky sank to the floor, rolling his eyes. He stayed there for the rest of your time in the hall, listening with his back leaning on a leg of the piano.

This would quickly become your habit. Whenever you need to de-stress on Tony’s otherwise unused piano at the tower, Bucky is there leaning against the piano, listening, writing his own memories and stresses into his notebooks.

And everyone knows not to disturb you.

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avengeultrons · 7 years

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Title: Just Go With it (Reader x Steve Rogers) Summary: Natasha and Tony plan to set the reader and Steve up by putting them in coordinating outfits.

Word Count: 1751

A/N: I love Stevie my lil heart can’t take it. I hope you enjoy this, happy Sunday! :)

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“Are you really on your phone right now?” you groaned from your spot on your bed, watching Natasha multitask. She was texting someone and trying to pick an outfit out for you to wear to the party at Stark Tower later that evening, and she was taking a very long time.

Natasha rolled her eyes and draped two dresses over her arm, “These are all blue because you look great in blue. They’re still casual so you can wear them with your… tan shoes? Your nude colored sandals!” She narrowed her eyes at the small screen of her phone and motioned for you to stand up before dropping the dresses into your arms, “You need a change from your usual, Y/N! Hurry up, I wanna see.”

You rolled your eyes at her while she tapped away at the touch screen, the familiar noise of texting filling your ears as you stepped into the bathroom and threw on the first pick.

When you stepped out sheepishly and impatiently, Natasha dropped her phone and beamed, “You don’t even have to try the other one on. That one’s it! Make sure you wear those sandals, too. I’ve gotta go get ready, I’ll see you in a bit!” You shook your head as she left, a light laugh escaping your lips even though you were a little glad that she left. You planned on binge watching Netflix until you absolutely had to put shoes on and a coat of mascara.

You stomped down to the common area with just five minutes to spare, but the only people around were your teammates, “Where is everyone?” you asked, stepping up to the bar for a drink.

Natasha laughed and took a sip from her martini, “You’re five minutes early. Most of these things don’t even start on time, anyways,” she shrugged, giving a thumbs up to whoever was behind you. You whipped around, drink in hand, to see Natasha and Tony seemingly having a secret conversation in their heads. You furrowed your eyebrows at Tony, but he merely smiled widely and returning to his task of flipping through music.

“Where’s your guy, Y/N?” Natasha asked as you sat next to her in one of the bar stools. You raised an eyebrow while she smiled, her eyebrows dancing up, “Oh, come on. Don’t act like you don’t have a super big middle school crush on Stevie. I bet you write his name on your notebooks, don’t you?” She teased, elbowing you in the ribs.

Your face went red and hot as she said it and you looked down at your glass of coke and rum, “Oh, relax. I’m just joking. But, really, it’s cute. And everyone knows it, sorry,” she smiled at you as you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding, a weak smile making its way to your face, “Looks like the party’s about to liven up a little. Go mingle, I’m going to. I’ll be around if you need me!”

“He’s here, Y/N. Over there in the blue!” she glanced over at Tony and gave him a tantalizing smile before giving you a thumbs up and reassuring pat on the back. Natasha slid off of her stool and smoothed out the creases of her dress while you did the same, your eyes flitting around the room for a familiar face to talk to. Your heart beat increased and your cheeks dusted pink when they landed on Steve. With a gulp, you downed the rest of your drink and slid the glass back to the bartender with a thank you. Good thing it was an open bar.

“Well, fancy seeing you here,” you worked up enough courage to push yourself through the crowd to Steve and even managed a smile while Steve laughed at your lame joke, taking a sip from his beer.

“Crazy to see you, too. It’s been, what? Three hours?” He chuckled while you joined him on the landing of the stairs, overlooking the crowded floor of the party below, “You look great, Y/N. You’re practically glowing!” his cheeks were a deep red shade, almost as if he’d been running out in the cold.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Rogers. That shirt’s doing wonders for the eyes,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him and clanked your glass against his beer bottle, your nerves seemingly melting away. Maybe Natasha was wrong and the only people who knew about your adoration for Steve were you and her.

“Captain Rogers! How wonderful to see you,” A man you hadn’t seen in years, Phil Coulson, climbed the steps to where the two of you were perched overlooking the party, his eyes bright and cheerful, “And your date! Y/N, pleasure to see you again, too!”

Your eyes widened in shock and the two of you shared a look, an uncomfortable laugh escaping Steve’s lips, sounding more like a rattle than anything else, “Oh…we’re not-you see, we’re not really, we’re not dating?” You laughed along with him, your heart dropping down to your feet.

Phil’s eyes went wide and he gulped, his face as red as a tomato, “I’m…my apologies. Usually people who color coordinate their outfits… never mind,” he sighed loudly and returned his attention to Steve, leaving you with a burning blush and sweaty palms.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink,” you told Steve, leaving before the air in the room became too thick with anxiety. You looked down at your outfit and noticed that both you and Steve were wearing blue with brown shoes, but that could only be a coincidence. Right?

You took your time on your way back to Steve, trying to calm your nerves. That wasn’t really helping, but the liquid courage surely was. It helped you relax and loosen up a little, which was exactly what you needed.

“Oh, you’re back!” Steve said with a smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “I’m sorry about that I just… Tony picked this out for me. Thought I needed a change or whatever,” you perked up at that, an eyebrow raised at him.

“That’s funny. That’s exactly what Natasha told me when she picked out my outfit,” you leaned over the railing of the staircase and tried to pinpoint the two of them in the crowd, but they were lost in the sea of drinks and people.

Steve sighed loudly and followed you down the steps, after yet another person came up to the two of you and asked how long you’d been dating. He started to laugh uncomfortably and tell them that you weren’t dating, but you snaked your arm through his and said, “Just go with it!” you whispered, a light giggle escaping your lips, “Oh, for forever,” you told the stranger.

You continued on your trek to find Natasha and Tony, both of their faces lighting up when the saw the two of you, “How picture perfect!” Natasha giggled. You rolled your eyes as Tony took his cell phone out to snap a photo.

“Whatever you two were trying to do, it failed. You can’t win at something that’s already happened,” you said promptly, crossing your arms defiantly over your chest.

Both of the two troublemakers perked up at this, Tony raising a questioning eyebrow. You nudged Steve to say something, and he blinked and cleared his throat, “Y-yeah. Your plan to set us up or whatever can’t work if we’re already set up with one another?”

You looked up at him with a confused look on your face, a light laugh escaping your lips, “Yeah. You can’t set people up if they’re already together,” your face went red as you said it, and Natasha took this as a clue. She sighed loudly and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she stared and studied the two of you.

“Oh, yeah? How come we’ve never known? This is crazy! Can you believe it, Tony? I definitely cannot believe it,” she pursed her lips and quirked up an eyebrow at you, making your cheeks turn red and look down at the floor, “If you’re dating, how come we’ve never even seen you kiss? Surely you wouldn’t mind,” Natasha batted her eyelashes at you and smile a sickly sweet smile.

“Natasha,” Steve sighed, his face flushed. He looked to you wearily and you shrugged, your face a deep red color.

“Well, obviously we won’t mind,” you glared at her and smiled sympathetically at Steve. He gave a shrug and swiftly kissed your forehead, receiving a scoff from both Natasha and Tony, “See? Together! Now, if you’ll excuse us,” you yanked on Steve’s hand to pull him away from the two of them.

“Sorry about, well, that,” you stammered, knotting your hands together nervously.

“Sorry that I kissed you. Well, your forehead. I mean, not that kissing you forehead is terrible or whatever but, sorry,” Steve gave an exasperated sigh and looked down at his shoes, which only made you laugh.

“It’s fine,” you said with a roll of your eyes, a smile lighting up your face. You gestured down to your matching apparel and said, “I’m gonna turn in and get out of these clothes. This unintentional matching is a little exhausting.”

Steve laughed and smiled, running a hand nervously through his hair, “Well, goodnight, Y/N. I have to say, if anyone’s pulling off the blue, it’s you.”

“I think you’re pulling it off more. Makes your eyes pop,” you smiled and nudged him with your elbow, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as the two of you stopped in front of the elevator, waiting.

After a long minute of waiting in awkward silence; the elevator doors slid open. You smiled and turned to Steve, “Well, goodnight,” you said with a sigh, standing in the doorway.

He nodded and watched you turn to get into the elevator, “Wait,” he said quickly, stopping the doors from closing with his foot.

You turned to him with an eyebrow raised as he caressed your cheek and pressed a swift, long awaited kiss to your lips, “Okay. That’s all,” he laughed lightly as he pulled away from you, your cheeks a deep pink shade as he jammed his hands nervous into his pockets, “Good night.”

The doors slid closed with one last wave to Steve and you had to fight the urge to smile all the way to your room. Natasha could never find out that she actually helped you in the dating department.

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