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n3x0tic · 1 year

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Head Cannon: Being Bruce Wayne First Biological Child {Part.2}

Requested! Thinking of a third part.

After the incident with your adoptive brother, there were many encounters in which he made an effort to talk to you, but you replied with a dry tone on a good day, other days you made a conscious effort to avoid him, and it showed.

You didn’t want to be confused or struggling inside because of him, you had resentment and you did your best so it could not waver.

However the anniversary of your mother’s passing came by. All sorts of gloom and doom clouded your judgement.

You spent an entire morning being caressed by the gracious of the garden, where your mother’s ashes were spread, it was her favorite place in the manor and in time of so much needed clarity you felt her essence help to quell the calamities of your mind.

It was in that specific spot where you always remembered yourself that as much as you tried to show close to no emotion, you were inevitable like your mother.

That day Dick came to the garden with some triangles sandwiches made by Alfred, there were your favorites, and you’d be dammed if you would deny them.

He sat next to you, no words needed. As the both admired the clouds in the sky.

You wanted to say so much to him, pour all the feelings you had against, but the ambience in a sacrilegious place that was your mother last resting place, you wouldn’t dare taint it with your flawed emotions. It was as if you mother was telling you to open your heart, but you were too stubborn to do that, a trait that very well came from your father.

So out of colliding emotions, you cried silently next to him. A few seconds afterwards, your low whimpers called his attention.

He hugged you, burying your face un his chest, where your tears stained his hoodie.

He understood your pain, at less the on that came by loosing a parent.

Dick was surprised to hear the faintest apology that came muffled by the piece of clothing that were against your lips.

He said nothing, and caressed you head, calming your emotions until you fell asleep in his embrace once again.

When you woke up, it was already mid evening.

You noticed Dick’s embrace was now soft, you looked up at him, and noticed he was now the one who was sleeping.

As a way of returning the favor for being there for you, you got out of his embrace without waking him up, to go to his room to get a blanket and his pillow for him to rest well and not get a cold.

Then you went to the kitchen were Alfred was preparing the meal for dinner time. Giving you a modest smile.

He confesses that he saw you and Dick getting quite closer, which was a refreshing sight to see, and one that was very needed.

Then you let him know how your mind was feeling, and how your heart always interfered on your plans, always encountering an impasse that inevitably resulting in you avoiding Dick and your father.

Alfred tells you that maybe you should express your emotions to them, speaking on it was a better way to deal with the situation than to avoid it. But you were scared, the worst part was fearing an outcome you didn’t know.

The next day passed, and in the early morning your father attempted to fix your relationship by going to Wayne Corp for a board meeting, you denied, but he didn’t budge and took you by force.

Throughout the ride to the Corp building, he questioned wether there was something you were upset about. You stood silent fir a few seconds, and remembered Alfred’s words, thinking he was probably the one who pushed your father to talk to you.

You express how your relationship had changed since Dick’s arrival, and how it wasn’t his fault, but there was something inside of you that resented for changing things between you. Because ultimately, with him he got the chance to experience other things that he could never do with you, like having a secret so important that essentially made your bond much stronger.

He suspected the meaning behind your words, and sighed. Saying that there were things that were better kept secret for your safety.

You were never one break your composure, however you punched your passengers door, angriness taking over. "What’s the point of keeping a secret like being Batman when I already know?! Being ignorant to this truths is what’s more dangerous than knowing. Don’t mistake this for anything, I don’t care about joining your little crusade, I care about nothing standing between the two of us!"

Bruce confirmed what you were after, and he was defeated. Never once in his lifespan alongside you, were you able to blow up like that, and as much as he hated it, your words held truth and reason.

And so he conceded the truth to you.

Yet somehow you were still angry that he hesitated, and you were still angry that he choose to confide his secret quickly on a kid who lost his parents, to then later on letting him join him on his suicidal mission.

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glorystark · 20 days

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His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me! If you enjoyed this, please let me know and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming posts! (This fic will make a twist;))

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skylarinfinity · 3 months

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male reader : [teaching morgan chemical] so this sodium, sodium is like a hulk highly reactive explodes in contact of water ['whisper' to morgan] hulk hate bathing.

bruce : [hearing this] what's hulk have to do with this-

male reader : [holding beaker that contain chlorine in it] this is chlorine really deadly gas but when you combine sodium and chlorine you get the harmless sodium chloride [give morgan the beaker to hold it] it's using for food preservative and flavouring agent! you know it's like when hulk calming down with natasha lullaby-

bruce : what-

morgan : [clapping her hands] this is easier to understand than daddy explanation!

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i-am-true-believer · 4 months

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Just a small reminder today: it's okay if getting up was too hard. It's okay if the dishes in the sink piled up and are now overwhelming. It's okay if it's hard to get laundry done or make dinner. It's okay if the simple and mundane things in life seem insurmountable right now.

One day they won't be. One day you'll wake up and be able to get everything done. For now take it in bite-sized pieces and reward yourself for every little victory. Life is hard enough without being cruel to ourselves over things we struggle with.

Be kind to yourself, give yourself the same amount of understanding and grace you give others. Know that you are loved, you are important and you matter.

From the fellow fanfic addict who scrolls Tumblr looking for escape, who still cries when she's overwhelmed by life, who's learning to take things one day at a time. You are not alone and I believe in you. No matter who you are, I promise I do.

I hope tomorrow is better than today. If there's an infinite number of universes, then there's so many where you are so loved by the characters you love, imperfections and all.

❤️💛 True 💛❤️

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charzard-lord · 1 year

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Breaking Point (Avengers/Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, slight angst, language

Pairings: (All intended as platonic but can be read however you want) Steve/Reader, Tony/Reader, Loki/Reader, Bruce/Reader, Natasha/Reader

Key: ☁️🧸💣🤝☂️

Summary: You have been overwhelmed with emotions, always taking on your teammates burdens. You finally snap and the team comforts you.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time and I wasn’t sure I was even gonna post it but then I though ‘hey I haven’t posted in a while and I’ve got this just laying around so why not’. Anyways have this little fic. Hopefully more will be coming very soon! As always thank you for interacting with my fics! Enjoy! :)

You stretch and yawn as you make your way to the kitchen. You were hoping to get a few more hours of sleep than you did, but you’ll take what you can get.

“Good morning,” Steve greets you without looking up. He is seated at the counter, eating a muffin as he reads the morning paper.

“Mhm,” is your only response as you walk over to the cabinet and grab a mug. It’s too early for you to converse.

You go through the motions of making your morning coffee when you feel someone hug you from behind.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Tony speaks directly into your ear and you shrug him off. He steps back with a chuckle.

“It’s too early for this shit,” you groan, attempting to grab the sugar, but someone else gets to it before you can.

“I don’t think you need this, dove. You’re already sweet enough,” you look over to see Loki holding the container in his left hand, grinning smugly at you. You roll your eyes and try to grab it, but he is much taller than you. He raises his arm, the sugar now just out of reach.

“Seriously? Loki, please,” you whine, leaning against him. “It’s too early,” you repeat your previous statement, this time mumbling it into Loki’s chest. He laughs, low and hearty, enveloping you in a gentle hug.

You stay like this for a moment, feeling him relax into your touch. When you’re sure his guard is down, you lunge for the sugar. You take it from his hand and back away before he can trap you again.

“You tricked me,” he says, feigning offense, but his soft smile betrays him. You stick your tongue out in response, focusing your attention back on the cup of coffee you’ve been trying to make.

After a few minutes, you finally have your coffee. Letting out a sigh of relief, you walk into the living room and sit in one of the chairs, looking forward to having a relaxing moment. But living with the Avenger’s means there is never a dull moment.

Not even ten seconds later, there is a loud crash in the kitchen, as Natasha comes barreling in.

“What the hell, Tony?” she yells.

You sip at your coffee, pretending not to notice the commotion.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Tony says, presumably attempting to exit the room. Natasha is hot on his heels though, refusing to let him escape unpunished. You remind yourself not to get on her bad side.

“Typical,” Bruce exhales, taking a seat next to you. You glance over and shrug your shoulders, sighing deeply.

“Yup,” you reply, continuing to drink your coffee and choosing to ignore the chaos happening in the next room.

For the first few moments, you do a pretty good job. You’re able to effortlessly block out the noise as you enjoy your hard earned beverage. That is, until Natasha throws Tony into the living room.

He crashes directly into you, sending you and your coffee flying. You hit the ground hard, your favorite mug shattering as the scalding liquid spreads across the floor and seeps into your top, staining the white fabric.

Everyone freezes, holding their collective breath as they stare at you with wide eyes. You are the most powerful Avenger, and arguably, the most powerful being the world has ever seen. No one wants to face your wrath.

You close your eyes and inhale sharply through your nose, rising from where you lay on the floor.

You turn your attention to Tony, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns. He immediately tries to reason with you.

“Hey, we were just messing around -” you step on his chest, effectively cutting him off.

“Stay. Put.” he shuts his mouth and nods his head, eyes wide with fright. You reach next to him and pick up the broken pieces of your mug.

All eyes are on you as you walk back to the kitchen, placing the pieces on the counter. The air is tense and deadly quiet.

You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting the urge to cry. You’re so tired. You just wanted to have a relaxing morning.

Loki says your name, but you ignore it and push past him, storming off to your room. As soon as you enter the threshold, you slam the door shut and flop onto your bed, unable to stop the tears.

It’s a stupid thing to cry over, you know, but this has been building for a while now. You’ve been so busy taking care of everyone else and making sure that they’re okay, that you’ve ended up neglecting your own needs. Between the stress of missions and trying to carry the burdens of all your teammates, you’ve burnt yourself out. So really, it’s not even about the mug at all.

There is a soft knock at your door. You clear your throat and swallow hard.

“Go away,” you pray that whoever it is doesn’t pick up on the fact that you’ve been crying.

To your dismay, your bedroom door begins to open. You scramble to compose yourself, not wanting anyone to see you like this. Weak. Vulnerable.

“What do you want?” you spit, hoping your venomous tone will scare them away. It doesn’t.

Bruce peeks his head in, smiling sheepishly, before opening the door to reveal three of your teammates standing awkwardly in the hall.

Steve nudges Tony, who clumsily steps forward, looking unsure of himself. If you weren’t in such a foul mood, you might laugh. The great and confident Tony Stark, now twiddling his thumbs and refusing to make eye contact.

You cross your arms over your chest, trying your best to look annoyed.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, still refusing to look at you. “I know that was your favorite mug and I’m really sorry,”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“It’s not about the fucking mug,”

Everyone looks at you and suddenly, you want the ground to swallow you whole. When you realize they’re all waiting for you to elaborate, you sigh and turn your back to them.

“It’s just -” you suck in a breath and shake your head. “I’m so tired. Of the fighting and the worry and the -” you cut yourself off, taking a moment to compose yourself.

“I can’t keep carrying everyone’s burdens,” you say after a long while, turning to face them again. Everyone is silent for a moment, eyes wide in shock, before Natasha finally speaks.

“I - we had no idea,” she says, taking a step toward you. She reaches out, searching your eyes for permission. When you show no signs of objection, she surprises everyone by enveloping you in a tight hug.

You slowly wrap your arms around her, letting yourself relax into her touch. You feel more arms surrounding you, and realize that everyone is holding each other in a big group hug. Before you have a chance to stop it, you start to cry, releasing all your sorrow and grief.

You stay like that for a while, your teammates holding you as you cry and whispering soothing words. Eventually, you pull away from one another. You look at everyone in the room and smile.

“Thank you,” you say, wiping a few stray tears from your face.

“Any time,” they reply in unison.

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softestqueeen · 4 months

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under the mistletoe

pairing: bruce banner x afab!reader

summary: After a kiss under the mistletoe, you can’t deny the tension between you and your infamous crush Bruce Banner.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, riding, kissing, breeding, no protection (please in real life wrap it gurl, I’m begging you), mutual pining, fluff, tension

wordcount: 2714 words

a/n: Merry belated Christmas! I wanted to write this earlier but didn’t have enough time. Still, enjoy <3

You were standing in one of the doorways at stark tower, slightly secluded from the rest of the party, talking to you good friend and lab partner Bruce Banner. What you didn’t tell anyone though, was that he wasn’t just a friend to you, but so much more.

To say you had a crush on the shy doctor was putting it lightly.

He was leaning against the doorway, and you were standing just inches from him, the loud christmas music making it harder to understand him. You were holding a martini, while the man in front of you only held a can of coke, scared of losing control under the influence.

You were just about to ask him a question when a certain billionaire appeared next to you.

“I see your having a good time! Oh, and see who is standing under the mistletoe...”, Tony Stark almost sang the word mistletoe with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head back and looked up, noticing that there was in fact a mistletoe hanging above your heads. Well, that was embarrassing.

You averted your eyes from the leaves hanging above you and turned your attention back to Bruce, who looked just as shocked and unsure as you.

Tonys smile grew even more before he added, “Have fun, you two lovebirds.” And with these words he let the two of you be, only glancing behind him at the two of you to see if you’re kissing or not.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to.”, you told Bruce with honesty, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. And you were scared that if you kissed him once, you wouldn’t get him out of your head.

“Oh, no it’s alright with me. Only if you want to of course.”, he rushed out the last part.

You were already standing pretty close to each other, so after a short eye contact, you both leaned forward and kissed.

Surprisingly, Bruce had very soft lips and kissed you firmly, with a certain purpose. Even though (to your disappointment) the kiss was short lived, you could tell he was a good kisser. When the two of you pulled away, you just looked into each others’ eyes for a moment.

But of course, the moment couldn’t be perfect, because you could hear Tony whistling even over the noise of the party.

You rolled your eyes and to your surprise, even Bruce had to chuckle a bit.

You continued to talk a bit, but shortly after Natasha interrupted the two of you and whisked you away. She took you to the kitchen, where the music was not as loud, and you could have a normal conversation.

Though you knew that this conversation as not going to be normal.

Natasha looked like a little kid on christmas when she asked you “Did you just kiss Bruce?” The redhead – who was also your best friend – of course knew about your feelings for the doctor and was desperate to hear all the details.

“Yes, I did.”, you answered giddily before adding “It didn’t mean anything though, we were standing under the mistletoe. We didn’t actually notice before Tony pointed it out.”

“Tony, the matchmaker. How was the kiss?”, she asked you cheekily. You already knew that question was going to come up. You couldn’t help the blush that was about to cover your cheeks.

“It felt great, he definitely knew what he was doing. I still don’t think he feels the same.”, you told her.

Nat just looked at you like you were completely stupid. For her it was clear that that man was head over heels in love with you.

Shortly after Nat pulled you away, Tony joined Bruce with an almost boyish smile on his face.

“You kissed her!”, he told Bruce in a singsongy voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

Bruce just rolled his eyes at the billionaire. “Yes, I did. But only because you practically forced her to kiss me. I don’t feel like she really wanted it. Afterwards she didn’t seem as involved in the conversation anymore. Do you think I overstepped?”

Now it was Tonys turn to roll his eyes. “You know why she was detached from the conversation?”, Bruce only shook his head “Because she is in love with you, dumbass. And she has been for quite some time, so get it together and ask her out or something. The only people who don’t know about your feelings for each other are you two for some reason.”

“Are you really sure?”, Bruce asked one more time. Tony didn’t answer him, just looked at him with a pointed look and walked away.

The two of you had not spoken since the mistletoe incident, but there was definitely a hell of a tension between the two of you. Because even though you didn’t talk to each other, the two of you made eye contact multiple times.

Every time your eyes searched for his, he was already looking at you. At first, he always averted his gaze as fast as he could. But suddenly you could feel a shift. He now held your gaze for a few moments before looked away, making you slightly nervous. What was that shift supposed to mean?

The evening continued with stolen glances and conversations you couldn’t follow, while Nat and Tony sent each other knowing glances.

They’ve been trying to set you and Bruce up for months now, but to no avail. The two of you – even though you had an impressive number of PhDs together – just didn’t realise the other one reciprocated the feelings. Was tonight the night where you finally realised it?

The crowd was slowly starting to thin out, a lot of the guests going home or retreating to their rooms. Most of the Avengers were still hanging around talking, and a few famous actresses and singers were also still there.

You decided to call it a night and bid Nat good night. You went out into the hallway to your room, but when you were about to put your key into the look you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

You pushed the key into the lock before you turned around to see non other than Bruce coming your way with hurried steps. When he was within earshot he asked, “Can we please talk? I need to tell you something.” Your heart skipped a beat. What did he want to say to you? Was it because of the kiss? Even though you were a bit scared of what he would confess, you asked him in.

“Yea, of course. Come in.” Bruce gave you a curt nod and waited patiently for you to open the door and wave him in. You told him to make himself comfortable and he sat down in a chair.

“Is it alright if I get changed before we talk? My heels are killing me”, you asked sheepishly.

“Of course, go on.”, he answered immediately.

You went to your wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and a pair of plait boxer shorts, before disappearing into the bathroom.

While you were in the bathroom Bruces thoughts were running wild. How was he supposed to tell you that he loved you? That that kiss was not just a kiss for him? That he wanted to do more than give you a quick peck. How was he supposed to confess this?

On the other side of the door, you were not doing any better. What did he want to discuss and why was he so nervous? You thought you could talk about everything. You wanted him to know that. Even though your mind was still racing, you tried to calm yourself down and go back into the living space of your small apartment.

Bruce was silent when you entered and you sat down on the couch next to the armchair he was occupying. You looked at him with a shy smile and told him, “Now we can talk. What’s on your mind?”

Bruce was playing with his hands while he was thinking. You noticed it and scooted closer to the arm of the couch. You reached forward, took his hands in yours and shot him a (hopefully) comforting smile.

“You know, you can talk to me about everything. Sometimes it’s good to just let it all out and not overthink it too much.”, you assured him, hoping it would help him to talk about whatever was on his mind.

He seemed hesitant but then suddenly started talking. “I love you. I have- I have loved you almost since the first time I ever saw you. When you came into my lab looking so criminally good and you were so sweet to me. And I’ve had feelings for you ever since and they only have intensified since then. I’ve never had the courage to tell you and honestly, I’m not too sure about myself right now, either. But after you kissed me, it was like something switched inside of me. I knew I had to have you, no matter what. That kiss was better than anything I ever imagined. And you looked so good in your dress, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or force you, you know. And the other guy, you know, also started to like you and – you’ve probably noticed this at our last missions – he gets so calm around you and then I also feel so safe and-“, all of that came out of him like a wave, crashing down over you. You couldn’t believe it, Bruce Banner actually had feelings for you.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. But essentially, I just wanted you to know that I love you and that I could never love someone the way I love you. I just needed you to know that.” He finished his little speech and was about to stand up, but you still held onto his hands, holding him in place. Of course, you were shocked but not unpleasantly so. You felt the same way.

You leaned forward over the armrest and kissed him, hoping you could put all of the words you couldn’t voice into this kiss, so he would understand that you felt just the same.

Bruce didn’t waste any time and immediately kissed you back, letting go of your hands to cup your face and pull you closer to him. You pulled away and got up, leaving Bruce with a puzzled expression.

He quickly relaxed again when you straddled his lap, took his face into your hands and kissed him again. His calloused hands went to your waist and squeezed it, before he let them wander over your body. His hands on your body felt amazing and when you felt his rough hands against your soft skin as he wandered underneath your sweatshirt, you let out a moan, giving Bruce the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He kissed you so well, it made you even more excited for what was to come next.

Now having you in his arms felt like a fever dream to Bruce. He would have never thought it possible for you to feel the same as he did.

Both of you had to pull away for a quick breather.

“Do you want to go further, Bruce?”, you asked him, even though you had a pretty good idea of what he would answer.

“Please.”, was the only answer you received before he pulled you in again and joined your lips with his. You could feel his growing erection between you and rocked down on him, making the man beneath you groan.

“Do you want to go to bed?”, you asked him and put your forehead against his, giving him some time to think. But apparently, he didn’t need any.

“No, I can’t wait any longer.”, he answered without skipping a beat. You got up to pull down your shorts and, in the meantime, he opened up his belt and pulled his trousers down to his mid thigh, just wide enough to release his cock.

When you caught sight of him, you couldn’t do anything but stare. He was long and thick, with a slight curve, already leaking from the bright red tip. He was definitely going to be the biggest one you ever had. You didn’t waste anymore time and straddled him again.

You gave his lips a quick peck before you pulled away again to sink down on his cock. You were so wet just from this make out session, still you were sure that this would not be too comfortable.

You took his cock into your hand and gave him a few pumps, coating his cock with his precum. Bruce threw back his head and let out a deep grown.

You stopped stroking him and guided his tip to your entrance. When Bruces cock made contact with your wetness, his head shot back, and he looked at your hand that was guiding him inside of you.

He let out another moan when you started to sink down on him. You pulled away to put steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you could already feel the pleasure taking over. With every inch you thought he couldn’t go any deeper and ever time you sank further down on him.

Finally, your ass touched his thighs, and you were completely seated on him. He filled you like you didn’t know was possible. You were both moaning and groaning and by the time he was filling you completely you feel a slight sweat coating your skin. You removed your hands from Bruce’s shoulders for a moment to pull your sweatshirt over your head, leaving you completely naked. Bruce was still fully clothed, only his jacket sat discarded on the floor.

While you were still getting used to the stretch, you started to unbutton Bruce’s shirt and took it off. Your hands roamed his torso and he let out a soft moan as your hands made contact with his chest.

You leaned forward and kissed him again and started to slowly move up and down on him. You put your hands back on his shoulders and Bruce pulled you closer by the waist, so your fronts where touching. The new sensation added to the pleasure, and you started to increase your speed. You were going up and down his thick shaft, his fat tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moaned and groaned in each others’ mouths and were clingy to each other, slowly rocking to your orgasms.

You could feel that you were coming closer and by the way Bruces cock was twitching inside you, he wasn’t far either.

“Please, Bruce, cum inside of me. I need to feel you.”, he didn’t answer you, he only nodded and started to fuck into you, meeting your thrusts. You stilled and he took over, drilling his cock into you from beneath you and chasing his release.

“Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Need to feel you squeezing me with that tight little pussy.” His words tipped you over the edge and you came with a shout, burying your head in his neck, trying to get your breathing under control.

Feeling you spasm around him, made Bruce see stars. He filled you with thick roped of his cum, painting your walls white. He halted inside of you and pulled you onto lap again, holding you down while he filled you up.

He circled his hands around your waist, while you slung yours around his shoulders. For a moment you were just holding each other, bathing in the bliss of finally being together.

After a while Bruce picked you up and laid you on the bed. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean you up. He undressed and joined you under the covers, immediately taking you in his arms and holding you again. He was laying on his back and you had your head on his chest, your arms slang over his torso. Never before had you felt this content.

“Oh, and by the way, Bruce. I love you too. Merry Christmas.”, were your last words, before you finally drifted off into a deep slumber.

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Bruce knew you had a crush on Thor. I mean it was pretty obvious given how you would clam up around the god, especially when he was working out. Bruce trusted you, he knew you would never cheat, but it was still so much fun to tease you.

And the one-way mirror that overlooked the weights room in the Avenger’s compound was absolutely a godsend for the good doctor.

The glass was freezing against the burning skin of your tits as you were pressed into it, your breath quickly causing condensation to form on the smooth surface. “B-Bruce.” You moaned, trying to reach back for your fiancé but he instead grabbed your wrist and pinned it to your lower back, his pace unwavering.

“Look at him while I fuck you.” He groaned, redirecting your lust-filled gaze back to the gym where Thor was working out. He was shirtless (as per usual), sweat dripping down his tanned skin like droplets of gold, leading your eyes to his rippling abs and dark snail trail that ended right above his tiny workout shorts. The bulge in the grey fabric was fucking magnificent and your cunt clenched down on the cock inside of you at the sight.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Bruce’s hips stuttered, suddenly incredibly close to cumming.

“T-too much.” You stuttered and attempted to pull away from his incredibly thick cock. Two calloused fingertips made contact with your clit, sending you further towards the edge.

“Watch him, watch him and know that he will never be the one to make you cum like this.” With a brutal thrust straight to your g-spot and a particularly firm pinch of your clit, you came violently around him. “Shit!” Bruce followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt inside of you and coating your pulsing walls with his release.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you enjoyed the view as well my love.” You cooed as you caught your breath. Bruce chuckled and placed a kiss to your bare shoulder before he carefully pulled out of you, causing you to hiss.

“We’ll explore that some other time honey. But I do unfortunately have to get back to work.” You reached back and brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss, a stark contrast to your previous activities.

“Go on. I’ll see you for dinner tonight.” He smiled shyly and with one last kiss, he did up his pants and sneakily left the small observation room. You dressed quietly, cringing slightly at the feel of Bruce’s cooling seed seeping into your panties but you couldn’t complain much; you were the one that insisted on a mid-day quicky.

You took one last glance through the mirror only to catch Thor’s bright blue eyes staring directly at you. He winked and blew a kiss your way before he turned and sauntered towards the locker-room with a noticeable tent in his shorts.

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💌Super-powered Valentine💌

Part 1, Part 2

- TW warning: Slight suggestiveness!

⭐️Steve Rogers⭐️:

We all know this man is old-fashioned, I mean he was literally born in 1918, today’s dating culture still throws him for a loop! 😵‍💫

If you’re seeing this man, make no mistake that he’ll be the one to make the first move. He’d do his best not to stumble over his words and try not to make a fool of himself, but if he’s already madly in love? Forget it

You’ll watch him get pink in the face as he stutters and mumbles, avoiding your concerned gaze as he prays the floor beneath him would swallow him whole. Despite women throwing themselves at his feet, it never was like that when he was skinny and small. The positive attention you give him is something he definitely has to get used to.

Dating this man would involve him bringing you flowers very often! Once the first bouquet died, that was his signal to go out and get you a new one 💐

He will spend so much time rearranging the flowers, determined to gift you the most beautiful bouquets money can buy. When he gifts them to you, he has the biggest smile on his face when you take the flowers from him, happy to know he made you smile!

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, his date ideas definitely make his old dating culture stand out more to you.

As mentioned before, he’d definitely gift you flowers, the classic bouquet of roses and heart box of chocolates. What can I say? It’s a classic Don’t fix it if it’s not broken.

HOWEVER. If you’re against most cliche or overdone Valentine’s Day gifts, don’t worry, Steve’s got you covered. Whether it be that perfume/cologne you were eyeing a few days back, an outfit you’ve been dying to buy for yourself, or maybe something related to a hobby of yours, he’s definitely been paying attention.

He’d never want you disappointed in the gifts he gives you, always making sure you’d love them and that they’re special to you. Even if you aren’t much of a gift person, he still wants to find some sort of way to show his love and devotion to you.

He’d definitely take you to a dance hall if there are still some around. You two would both be laughing and smiling as Steve spun you around, keeping your body close to him as he dipped and held you. The music that was so familiar and dear to him made you feel like you could dance for hours, holding him close as a slow song played. The two of you gently swaying to the music in each other’s arms.

Movie drive-in dates are definitely another date idea of his. Bucky had certainly been on his own fair share of drive-in dates and made sure to tell his best friend every detail about them. While it embarrassed him to learn that many couples didn’t actually go to the drive-ins to watch the movie, it was something he still wanted to do with you.

He loves being able to hold you close, a blanket shared between you two as you snuggled up to watch the movie. If it’s a horror movie, even better! It would just give him an excuse to hold you tight as you cling to him for safety.

And also try the classic yawn-and-stretch trick

Steve Rogers absolutely adores his SO, sending them tender looks their way, holding their face in his hands, gifting things that reminded him of them, and Valentine’s Day is just another excuse to spoil you silly.

🔧Tony Stark🔧:

Unlike Steve, Tony is definitely not old fashioned.

When you’re dating the famous genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, extravagant gifts and dates are definitely not a problem for this man.

When it comes to pursuing you, like most people, you may be irritated of his cocky attitude. Especially if he can’t take the hint.

Over time, he’ll get it and back off, the both of you starting over as you begin to see his true colors. Despite the constant sarcasm and his massive ego always showing, he’s grown to be a sweetheart after taking up the mantle of “Iron-Man”

With Tony’s anxiety, it may be hard to do more public dates. However, he’s not opposed to taking you somewhere secluded and having an expensive dinner date with you. A beach at sun set, a candle lit dinner on the roof of his home, he just wants to be with you in peace.

He absolutely LOVES showing you off. He can get a little jealous with others trying to flirt with you, knowing that you’re definitely way out of their league. That won’t stop him from keeping you by his side during the entirety of a party or at a bar.

Definitely the type to have you on his lap, his hand on your waist as he traces patterns on your hip.

A very touchy man, Can hardly keep his hands off of you whenever you’re around.

He wouldn’t be against leaving hickies on your neck either, not being shy as he leaves them in the most hard to hide spots just to show others that you’re officially taken.

However, if you’re against touch than he gets it and he’ll respect his space even if there are times when he forgets. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable at all and will constantly remind himself not too pop your personal space bubble.

Being in a relationship with this man screams “bougie couple”, even if this is the same man willing to wear a Dora wrist watch.

When it comes to Valentine’s Day, you better believe this man will be going all out.

Expensive jewelry, clothing, perfume/cologne, hell he’d go as far as buying you a new car. He just wants to be able to spoil you and show you how much you deserve the world.

He’d love to take you to an expensive restaurant, somewhere where the both of you would get dressed up all nice and enjoy each other’s company. He’d reserve the entire building if that’s what you wanted to do.

If you seem overwhelmed by this, he’s fine with a night in too. A date with both of you in sweat pants and just lounging on the couch with a pizza is also a great date in his eyes.

Overall, Valentine’s Day with this man is very extravagant and quite expensive, but in his defense; He’s never had someone stick by him besides you, even with his snarky attitude. Tony just wants to cherish his SO and give them all the good things you deserve.

⚛️Bruce Banner⚛️:

Bruce is a total sweetheart. Depending when you two met could determine how your relationship established.

If you met him when he first joined the Avengers, be patient with him. If you show him any sort of kindness, he may become skittish, afraid of scaring you off or possibly even hurting you.

He’d be shy, wondering how someone as kind as you could be so unafraid around him. Not to mention how gentle and tender you are, even when he has the strength to snap you in two.

I think you would have to initiate first. The reason being he’s afraid of hurting the one he loves the most, and would most likely love you from a distance. He would be hesitant with starting a relationship, but Bruce wouldn’t miss this opportunity if it meant being with you.

You spending most of your time in the lab, bringing him his coffee and making sure he gets the necessary rest he needs is a common practice within your relationship. Most of the time, he really needs those breathers but gets too consumed in his work to notice.

Somehow always touching you, whether the both of you hav your pinkies linked together, or him holding onto your sleeve or your shirt, it brings him safety because of how much it grounds him. When you’re alone, he loves being able to hold you. He’s so afraid of accidentally breaking you that it’s taken a lot of convincing before he was comfortable enough to touch you.

When he’s able to hold you to his body, he just melts, immediately addicted to your hugs and just the way you treat him so gently.

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, he’s a bit inexperienced in that field. He wants to be able to show you that he appreciates all that you’ve done for him, even if it’s a little difficult for him to do so.

When it comes to Valentines Day gifts, he’s definitely a lot more simpler. He’d give you your favorite flowers in a bouquet, or even gift you a necklace or book you’ve been talking about for awhile. His gifts involve him buying something he thinks you’d adore, but still be able to use rather than the classic Valentine’s teddy bear or box of chocolates.

Date ideas are a little more reserved in nature. You both would end up having dinner-date nights inside your home, the two of you cooking together in the coziness of your home as you catch up with each other.

I can see Bruce liking the classic idea of slow dancing in the kitchen late in the night. The thought of the both of you just swaying to music, just the two of you as he holds you close to him. The feeling makes all his worries and stresses melt away from him knowing he has someone like you waiting for him at home.

Bruce just wants to love and protect his SO. While sometimes he thinks you made a mistake pursuing someone like him with his condition, over the years he begins to realize that he is just as worthy of love as anyone else. He will begin to open up more, and show his love through acts of appreciation for you supporting him through all his ups and downs.

⚡️Thor Odinson⚡️

Thor is definitely more excitable than the rest of the men in the Avengers. During the time he was still trying to understand Earth culture, the both of you made fast friends as he got used to Earth.

Teaching a God how to use the kitchen as well as the bathroom was chaotic to say the least, but he made sure to show his appreciation as much as he could when given the opportunity.

As he began to get used to Earth, he began to take notice of his feelings for you. The way you make him feel as he sees you smile, or how you throw your head back as you laugh at him for him doing something unintentionally funny. He loved seeing how happy he made you just by being himself.

Dates on Earth would be a little chaotic. Considering he is an almighty Norse God, he still has a lot to learn when it comes to human dates. Roller rinks, karaoke bars, or just going to the park for a stroll are dates Thor would happily go on with you if it meant understanding the dating culture better. It would also give him a better opportunity to understand your likes and dislikes.

Before Little Asgard, dates would be much different when Thor would take you back to his home. He would shower you in riches and all the splendors that his home has to offer, but if you take interest in something else within Asgard that isn’t as luxurious as his family riches, he is not opposed to getting you that instead or doing a more simpler date.

Thor is a very affectionate man. Similar to Bruce and Tony, he is always touching you somehow. Whether it’s more subtle like hand-holding or more obvious such as having his hand around your waist. He just loves having you near him and loves when you reciprocate his affection.

Absolutely LOVES trailing kisses on your face, whether it’d be multiple in just your cheeks or just a trail down your neck, he wants to show you that he loves and cherishes you if he’s felt he’s been neglecting you with his “work”.

When Thor finds out about Valentine’s Day for the first time, he’s a bit confused. However, upon googling what the holiday is about, he is surprised that such an old and ancient festival such as Lupercalia was still being celebrated. However, he is a little disappointed that this ancient fertility festival is no longer the same thousands of years ago.

This won’t stop Thor from treating the holiday as an excuse to try and give his love the most lavish gifts he can find. With the help of his mother, and a little bit from his brother, he was able to spoil you like the prince/princess you are on this special day.

Chocolate covered strawberries, your favorite flowers or plants, he made sure to grab all your favorite things and present them to you with a big, proud smile on his face, even if some of his gifts began to take up space within your house. While he did go a little bit overboard with his gifts, you couldn’t help but laugh and give him a kiss from how much thought he put into it.

The next Valentine’s, he now has a general understanding of how to be a good Valentine. Now opting for gifts and food that you love and enjoy rather than grabbing a gaudy Valentine’s Day gift in the aisle of Walmart.

This included dates that hold a more meaningful tone to them, rather than being influenced from the cheesy romantic comedies that are always being played around this time.

While it isn’t perfect, you won’t find anyone else who tries harder than Thor. He wants to be with you forever and always, loving you no matter what life throws at the both of you, and one day, hoping the both of you could start a family, and you becoming his King/Queen.

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screechcat · 11 months

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Avengers arguing about who has the best ass

Y/n enters the room

Avengers: Y/n, who has the best ass?!!

Y/n in the most serious voice: Chicken butt

Avengers: ..... what??

Y/n: chicken butt

Y/n proceeds to hold up, said chicken with said best butt.

Y/n: chicken butt

Avengers mentally: Where tf did they get that chicken

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akariamai · 10 months

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Briefing Room

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x android!reader

Word Count: 2076

The day was spent waiting for any new prospects on the situation, leaving Steve unable to sit still for even a moment. Under the circumstance, you did not know, he was justified to acting in such a way. It is his first job back on the field since he was under the ice. He wasn’t used to waiting around doing nothing. He was always a man with a plan, but at the moment, he was a fish out of water.

“Would you like to sit down, Captain Rogers?” He was hovering over the table you were seated at. Frown line encapsulating his face, his eyes scrunched up as he stood in his red, white, and blue costume. The situation must’ve been dire to make him act in such a manner.

His shoulders sagged a bit as he snapped out of his thoughts. He shook his head, refusing your offer, “No thank you, [Reader].” There was so much riding on finding the man who stole the Tesseract and all anyone could do is wait around for the machines to do their job. He was not used to being in such a predicament.

Throughout waiting, many of the agents would walk up to him in awe. A war hero in the flesh. Captain America in the twentieth century. Physically, still young. To many, it was a dream come true; a living legend in real time. To Steve, however, he wished to be back in his apartment spending the day with you. Instead, he was twiddling his thumbs, unable to prevent another power-hungry man from disrupting the peace.

Agent Coulson, when he wasn’t busy, walked right up to Steve and began an actual conversation with him. Unlike the other agents, who just stared or awkwardly glanced at him, Coulson began to rant about the set he’s collected throughout the years. “I mean, if it’s not too much trouble.” You accessed your database on the set he’s mentioned, finding a small group of history buffs and Captain America enthusiasts grant on about how rare and expensive searching for every piece of the collection. It only showed you the dedication Agent Coulson poured into acquiring his collecting, in near mint condition as well.

You found it strange for the tendency of humans to hoard a particular set of items. It led you through a rabbit hole of the collecting of coins, stamps, shoes, dolls, etc. It was all so bizarre to learn. You needed more time to learn more and perhaps teach Steve about such tendencies.

“No, no. It’s fine.” Polite as always, Steve was. While Steve was used to children being fans of the Captain America persona, Agent Coulson didn’t seem so bad.

“It’s a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all. Near mint, slight foxing around the edges, but...” Coulson’s rant was about to continue until it was interrupted by another agent.

“We got a hit. Sixty-seven percent match. Weight, cross match, seventy-nine percent.”

“Location?” Agent Coulson at once went into work mode. No longer was he the awe-filled man that adored the man next to him but a ready-to-work agent of SHIELD. He switched so seamlessly, impressing your robotic mind. Coulson was a professional.

“Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He’s not exactly hiding.” You did not know who he was or what the agents were searching for. You were completely in the dark, by the orders of Director Fury, and will continue to do so until you were either considered worthy or could not be kept away from the situation.

“Captain, you’re up.” Steve nods, preparing his mind and body for a battle that had yet to come. The last time he fought uprooted his existence to a new century. The people he had once trusted were gone. He was going to be alone on the battlefield with the eyes of SHIELD judging his every move. They had expectations for him and he was unsure if he could fulfill them. He had to bear the exaggerated fabrications of the history books as his story was dramatically Americanized into fantasy.

“Stay safe, Captain.” You muttered loud enough for his ears to pick up. Human life is a fragile and short. You did not want Steve’s story to end so soon after being free from the ice. He was slowly learning to live once more, and it would be unfair for it all to be taken away from him again. “The world still needs a hero.”

It has been a while since Steve had left and no one has reassured you the mission is or had went well. They ignored your presence like you were a bystander and perhaps, in their eyes, you were. The entirety of SHIELD moved like a lifeless machine. Each person acting like moving parts without the essence of lifeforms. Their movements were more robotics than you.

An agent, you did not know or recognized, walked up towards you. “Move to the briefing room.”

You nodded and was about to ask if they could walk you there but they walked away angrily. You didn’t know the way there. It was your first time in a helicarrier and you surely did not have access to the floor plans. So, you wandered around aimlessly until you found the room.

There you found Steve, Dr. Banner, an unfamiliar man dressed in strange clothing, and unnamed agents in the room. Steve, from your perspective, was watching a sort of broadcast on a monitor. As the monitor goes black, the group just stand there in silence.

You walked closer to Steve, scanning to see if he had any injuries he probably hid from SHIELD. Steve was the type of person to hide his injuries, waiting for everyone else to be checked before him. It didn’t matter if he was heavily injured, his teammates would always be checked before him. You managed to find several light bruises that probably weren’t light when he got them. His healing factor was fascinating.

Dr. Banner broke the silence, “He really grows on you, doesn’t he?”

“Loki’s gonna drag this out. So Thor, what’s his play?” Steve didn’t even notice your presence. He was too busy trying to piece together a puzzle you could not know. Loki and Thor... gods of Norse mythology. You had not gotten to show Steve mythology yet. You’ll be sure to go over mythology from all over the world.

“He has an army called the Chitauri. They’re not of Asgard or any world known. He means to lead them against your people They will win him the Earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract.” You had never heard of the Chitauri before. The word was a complete mystery. Nothing popped up when you searched through your database.

Steve looked aghast, “An army? From outer space?” There are an infinite amount of universes, with vast galaxies top scientists haven’t even discovered yet. From unexplained objects moving in the sky to crop circles, it’s no wonder a small percentage of people believe in extraterrestrial lifeforms existing somewhere in the galaxy.

“So, he’s building another portal. That’s what he needs Erick Selvig for.”

“Selvig?” The man you learned is named Thor asked.

“He’s an astrophysicist.”

“He’s a friend.”

“Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours.” You were confused of this conversation. You didn’t have all the information the others had. Portals? An astrophysicists. Spells? What could it all mean? There were pieces of the puzzle within the conversation but without preeminent information, it was unsolvable. You were left in the dark, with only your robotic mind to try to piece it together.

“I wanna know why Loki let us take him. He’s not leading an army from here.”

“I don’t think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy’s brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him.”

“Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he’s, my brother.”

“He killed eighty people in two days.”

“He’s adopted.” You didn’t get it.

“Iridium, what did they need the Iridium for?”

Iridium is one of the rarest elements on Earth as it can be found in sediments by rivers and a thin layer exists in the Earth’s crush. It is thought meteors and asteroids, containing high levels of iridium, had caused a huge dust cloud creating said layer.

“It’s a stabilizing agent.” Tony Stark, the billionaire who announced to the entire world he was Iron Man, and Agent Coulson walked in.

“I’ll fly you there. Keep the love alive. Means the portal won’t collapse on itself, like it did at SHIELD.

Tony turned to Thor, “No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing.” He turns his attention to the Iridium, “Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants.” Tony, then, turns to the crew dramatically, almost as he is putting on a show, “Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the top sails. That man is playing GALAGA! Thought we wouldn’t notice. But we did.”

You whispered to Steve, “I’ll go over video games later.” Steve was glad you were with him. He had a feeling he would need all the help he could get to understand the meaning behind the conversation that was speeding along.

Tony stood in front of the monitors and questioned, “How does Fury do this?”

“He turns.” An agent replies. You didn’t quite catch her name.

“Well, that sounds exhausting. The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube.”

“When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” She asked.

“Last night. The packet, Selvig’s notes, the Extraction Theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading.”

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source.” While Steve did not full grasp the conversation, you had helped him tremendously with understanding a bit of astrophysics. He might be able to catch up with two of the world’s greatest's minds but he could pick up certain phrases of the conversation.

“He’s got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.”

“Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.” The phenomenon, that is the quantum tunneling effect, is essentially when a particle, with less kinetic energy than the barrier its penetrates, is able to penetrate through a potential energy barrier. The odds of the phenomenon to happen is one in a hundred billion. If Selvig found a way to heighten the possibility, even a smug more, it would be known throughout the scientific world.

“Well, if he could do that, he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet.”

“Finally, someone who speaks English.”

“Is that what just happened?” Steve asks you as Tony and banner shake hands. There is a mutual respect for one another.

“It’s good to meet you, Dr. Banner. You’re work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

Dr. Banner looks down before muttering, “Thanks.”

Once you see Nick Fury walking into the room, you try to move behind Steve, not wanting to be kicked out. “Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him.”

Steve caught everyone’s attention, “Let’s start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.” Loki’s staff was so reminiscent of the weapons he had faced in World War II, he believed it couldn’t be a coincidence.

“I don’t know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I’d like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.” Mind control?

“Monkeys?” Thor questioned, “I do not understand.”

Steve was so excited to understand something fully in this conversation. Obviously, he would have to ask you questions later when he was finished, but he was proud to have gotten it alone. “I do! I understand that reference.”

“Shall we play, doctor?” Tony asked.

“Let’s play some.” Dr. Banner and Tony walked out together and everyone else dispersed as well.

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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 2 years

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I Lost My Phone! (Avengers x Reader)

So due to all of the birthday posts celebrating Steve, I realized that on my school-induced Tumblr hiatus, I missed a shit-ton of birthdays between Bucky’s and Steve’s. So there’s gonna be a ton of birthday posts coming for the MCU characters that I can find birthdays for. In the meantime, enjoy this fic that’s taken me months to write and find inspiration for.

Warnings: slight Sam x Reader, my taste in music (that deserves its own warning any day), reader being called just about every nickname I could think of, swearing.

Word Count: 3950

Summary: Reader’s ADHD causes her to lose her phone a lot, when the Avengers find out she has specialized ringtones for all of them, they’re obsessed with finding out what they all are.

For an Avenger, you were actually pretty young. You were older than Peter, but still younger than Wanda and Pietro. You were close with all three of them, and you all loved to make references that confused the fuck out of everyone else. You also had ADHD, which meant lots of things. For you, it meant that something specific, like a bobby pin from 3 years ago, was fresh in your mind. Your top left desk drawer, underneath the colouring books, to be exact. But, you were always fidgeting with something; your ring, a pen, tapping your fingers, and literally anything you could get your hands on. You spaced out a lot, so you would fidget with a pen during meetings so you could actually pay attention. Also, you had this terrible habit of losing everything that wasn’t specific; your phone, wallet, keys were left everywhere around the compound.

You were sitting in the lab one day, fidgeting with a brain puzzle Tony had left on his lab bench while he was upgrading something into your suit. “Kiddo?” He asked, “Peter just texted me that he texted you hours ago and you still haven’t responded. He wants to know if you’re mad at him, and if you’re still on for that late lunch picnic.”

“Oh, would you let him know that I’m not mad at him and that I’ll get all the stuff for the picnic if he’s willing to swing us to where we’re going?” You responded.

“Sure, I can do that,” Tony replied, drafting his response to Peter. “Why haven’t you responded to him?”

You laughed. “I have no idea where my phone is, Mr. Stark. I haven’t seen it in hours, and I have no clue where I left it.”

Tony laughed too, having done the same thing many times over the years, though you did it far more often than he ever did. “I’ll just call you then, it’ll help. Unless your phone’s on vibrate?”

“No, it’s not on vibr- wait, don’t call me!” You exclaimed, but it was too late. Who’s Your Daddy by Toby Keith started playing from upstairs, and you ran up to the kitchen where you found your phone ringing on the counter.

Clint and Natasha were sitting at the counter, drinking yet another coffee. “Why is that your ringtone for Tony?” She asked.

“I, uh- it’s- I-” You stumbled over your words, turning your phone off, blushing as Tony came up the stairs behind you.

“Why is that your ringtone for me, kiddo?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You could easily escape if you wanted to, but it was his way of letting you know that he actually wanted an answer.

“My dad was shitty, my parents sold me into HYDRA as soon as my powers manifested, and when you guys got me out.. I just kinda.. y’know.” You said, hiding your head in your hands.

Clint rubbed your arm softly, “Hey, don’t forget about that picnic with Peter.”

“Oh, shit! He’ll be here any minute! I have to pack the food!” You scrambled around the kitchen, your gravitational powers making everything around you float as you did, and you didn’t even notice Tony slip your phone into your back pocket, just so you wouldn’t forget it again.

There was a knock in the kitchen doorway, and you turned to see Peter. “Y/N/N!”

“Peter!” You ran over to wrap him in a hug.

“You didn’t have your phone, did you?”

“Had no idea where it was. Mr. Stark had to call me.” You said, nuzzling into his chest.

Peter chuckled, “So I guess they know what your ringtone is now?” You blushed and pressed yourself further into his chest, wanting to disappear. “Do they know what it is for me?” He asked. You shook your head and tried to stop him from pulling his phone out, but he called you anyways.

You grabbed his hand and started leaving with the food as the Spiderman theme song started playing in your pocket. You turned it off and called behind you. “Goodbye Mr. Barton, Ms. Romanoff, Mr. Dad!”

“What did she just say?” You heard Tony ask as the doors shut behind the both of you.

“What did I do?” You asked while Peter was swinging you to a spot you had deemed as the ‘Kids Room’. Only Peter, Wanda, Pietro, and you were allowed in, and it was just a treehouse that Tony had built in the woods that surrounded the Compound. But it was fun not letting any of the other Avengers in.

“You called Mr. Stark something you probably didn’t mean to.”

“Peter, what did I say?”

“You called him ‘Mr. Dad.’” Peter explained, you groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

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The next time you couldn’t find your phone was actually the next day in the gym. Tony had designed you special wireless headphones that would work up to a mile away from your actual phone. Meaning that your phone could be anywhere in the Compound, and while listening to your music, you would have no idea. You had come back last night from your outing with Peter, and got him to swing you directly up to your bedroom so you didn’t have to run into anyone else, before kissing his cheek and telling him good night. You didn’t have feelings for him, it was just something you two always did.

“Captain Rogers!” You called from your place on top of the gymnastics bars, “Have you seen my phone anywhere? I can’t remember where I left it.”

Steve shook his head in response, “I’m sorry, kiddo, I haven’t. Do you want me to call it for you?” He asked, pulling his phone out already.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea- wait.” You dropped off the bars as soon as you heard the first bar of Ice Ice Baby. “Shit!” You exclaimed, running towards the noise.

“Language!” Steve called, following you. His super-soldier hearing was sure to hear what his ringtone was.

You pulled open the cabinet with the mugs, where you had left your phone this morning after pouring your coffee, and declined the call. “Thanks, Captain.” You muttered, walking off to take your post-training shower.

“I’m starting to think she does this on purpose,” Clint said, poking his head out of the vents.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in response.

“Just yesterday Y/N forgot where her phone was while Peter was trying to get a hold of her, and Tony had to call her phone. It was sitting on the counter. At least she has a good sense of humour. I wonder what her ringtone is for me..” He wondered thoughtfully.

“What was her ringtone for Tony?” Steve always had more questions.

“Some country song called Who’s Your Daddy. Y/N evidently sees Stark as a father figure, she even called him Mr. Dad by accident yesterday as she was leaving for her picnic with Peter.”

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It was only a few hours later when you couldn’t find your phone yet again. “I’m starting to wonder if someone’s just moving it when I’m not paying attention.” You said, patting your pockets as you walked into the kitchen where Clint was pouring yet another cup of coffee.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” He asked.

“I can’t find my phone, again!” You exclaimed. “It’s the second time today that it hasn’t been exactly where I thought it was!”

Clint chuckled, “Where did you think you left it this time?”

“My pocket.” You deadpanned, subtly looking behind him to see if he had hidden it from you so he could find out what his ringtone was.

“Should I call you?”

“I wouldn’t. I’ll find it in a few minutes, don’t worry about it.” It was at that moment that you heard Men in Tights from Robin Hood coming from in between the couch cushions.

You dove towards the couch, but Clint, being taller and stronger, beat you there. “Really? This is my ringtone?”

“Robin Hood’s an archer!” You defended yourself, reaching across him for your phone to turn it off.

Nat walked in at that moment, and started chuckling at the position the two of you were in. “So, sexual tension with people other than your wife, Barton?”

“Nat, he took my phone.” You whined, unable to reach it without physically climbing him.

“Clint, give Y/N her phone back. Y/N, stop getting mad that people are finding out what your ringtones for them are. You have an excellent sense of humor, and nobody has been mad about their ringtone yet.”

“You guys are keeping a list, aren’t you?” You grimaced.

Clint and Natasha both laughed, “And keeping track of who laughs at which one.” He added.

“Ouch.” You said softly, putting your phone back in your pocket and heading back into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

“Nobody’s really sure yet. What do you want?” Nat replied.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my missions with HYDRA, it was how to make a mean mac n’ cheese.” You said, pulling the ingredients out of the cupboards.

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When you woke up the next morning, it was to someone banging on your door. “Y/N! Training! You’re late!”

You groaned, rolling towards the noise and off the edge of your bed. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, having hit your head on the nightstand.

Bucky rushed in, “Y/N, are you alright, doll?” He helped you sit up while you were holding the back of your head.

“I-” You hissed softly, “hit my head. It hurts, Sarge.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a pretty good gash there, kid. Why weren’t you already up?”

“I don’t know where my phone is, it never went off with my alarm. I always leave it plugged in right there.” You explained, pointing to your laptop, which was currently plugged in. “Huh, charged the laptop last night instead?”

“Let me call you, doll. And then we’ll get you down to Helen in the medbay to get you all fixed up, you’re bleeding.”

“Okay, that’s a good plan.” You started to say, “Wait, my ringt-” But it was too late, Rasputin was playing from somewhere under your bed.

Bucky laid down on his stomach to get it for you. “Nice choice, kid.” He said, passing your phone back to you before he picked you up bridal style. “Let’s get you to Helen.”

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You were able to keep track of your phone for the next three days, but while reading on the couch you realized it had been hours since you had last seen it. “Ms. Romanoff?” You called, knowing she was sitting in the kitchen. “I haven’t seen my phone in hours, have you seen it anywhere?”

“Sorry, sweetie, I haven’t. I can call you?” She pulled her phone out, and as she did you remembered what your ringtone is for her.

“I wouldn’t do-” You started to say until you heard Black Widow by Iggy Azalea playing from the fridge. You stood up and walked over to it, opening the door. “What the fuck is my phone doing in there?”

“You must’ve traded your phone for a YOP drink.” Natasha said, ending the call from her end of the phone. “Hm, Barnes was right, you do have good taste in music.”

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With Bruce you were always pretty good at keeping your phone handy, which was good, because you didn’t actually have a special ringtone for him, which you guessed made him special in his own right. You just could never think of a song that fit him well enough to be special enough for his ringtone. You spent a little extra time with Bruce to make up for it, plus you figured that whenever you moved your phone, he would make sure that he knew where it was so you wouldn’t lose it. You had a sneaking suspicion that Hulk liked you too, if the way you were able to calm him down was any indication.

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It was about a week after Natasha had helped you find your phone that you had lost it again. Thor and Loki were back, and while Loki often stayed on Asgard, since Thor insisted he was actually the better king, you enjoyed getting to spend time with both of them. They did both have phones now, since Tony had forced it upon them both last time they were on Earth, so you all would have a means of getting a hold of them, other than praying Heimdall would hear you. They both immediately came to you for help on understanding the Midgardian device. Similar to what Steve and Bucky did with their first phones too, actually.

You had been searching for the last 20 minutes, all over the Compound, and you couldn’t find your phone anywhere. It wasn’t anywhere in your room, your bathroom, you checked all the kitchen cupboards and the fridge, twice; and you had even checked all the furniture in the main living room where you and Loki had been quietly reading that morning after training. Nothing. Your phone was nowhere to be found. You had even poked your head into the lab while Tony and Bruce were gone to see if Peter had seen it. Still no. Your phone was gone. You were just going to have to get a new one and transfer over all of the data. You groaned, flopping down on the couch, data transfers take for-fucking-ever.

“Little angel?” Loki asked. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone, as per usual. I’m just gonna go get a new one and do a data transfer, which takes for-fucking-ever to load and it’s annoying as shit.” You flopped your head to look over at him on the other couch, pouting.

“Why don’t you just get someone to call your phone?” He asked. “I can do it if you’d like.”

You sighed, resigned to have left it somewhere stupid yet again. “I guess you’re my last option, Mischief.” Loki pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped on your contact, calling you. bad guy by Billie Eilish started playing from down the hall, in the training room. You ran towards the noise, picking your phone up once you got there. “Now I remember! I didn’t have pockets in my workout clothes this morning, so I left my phone on the bench. I haven’t needed it, so I didn’t think twice about not having it.”

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You also didn’t have a ringtone for Rhodey, but he was almost never around, and he never called you anyways. You only had his number in case of emergency, mostly for when Tony was stupidly drunk or if he was fighting with Steve and nobody could get them off of each other.

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The morning after Loki had helped you find your phone, you couldn’t find it again. “Nope, I’m not gonna bother, it’ll show up in a few minutes.. or hours..” You mumbled, curling up on the couch with your book.

Three hours later, after finishing your book, going to training, taking a shower, making everyone lunch, and running some errands, you still hadn’t seen your phone anywhere. You retraced your steps throughout the day, pausing momentarily to ask Bruce if you had had it when you stopped in the lab this morning to ask Tony about an upgrade to your suit. Apparently not.

“Lady Y/N?” Thor asked, coming up behind you. “Are you feeling alright? You’ve been running back and forth across the compound looking like a- what’s the saying?”

“A chicken with my head cut off?” You asked, sighing.

“Yes, that’s it!” Thor exclaimed. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone, Thor. That’s all. I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere.”

Thor picked you up and put you on his shoulders. “If I called you, milady, would it help?”

“I suppose..” You told him, using your gravitational powers to float safely back to the ground. Thor pulled his phone out and you heard Thunder by Imagine Dragons playing from the lab downstairs. “But.. I didn’t have it when I was down here this morning? I guess I could’ve left it down here last night and since it’s the weekend none of my alarms would’ve gone off.”

“Oh, crap, Y/N, I am so sorry.” Bruce said, looking up from his computer. “I was cleaning up the lab this morning and I must’ve put some things on top of your phone and then Tony moved them, and-”

“Bruce, if I had really needed it, I would’ve gotten someone to call it for me sooner. My only missed call is from Thor. Trust me, it’s alright.”

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When you couldn’t find your phone again right after dinner, you were starting to worry about yourself. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, you thought to yourself. Somebody has to be moving it when I’m not paying attention so they can find out all my ringtones. Or maybe I really am this forgetful. Should I ask Dr. Cho about upping my meds? Should I go off my meds and see what happens? Should I-

“Y/N/N? You alright, sweetie?” Sam asked, interrupting your train of thought.

You jumped, not having heard his knock on your door. “Oh, Sammy! You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“It’s alright. You were really lost in thought, huh?”

“Yeah, I was.” You ducked your head, blushing. “Did you need something?”

“I was just coming to check on you. FRIDAY said you were in here pacing.”

“Oh, yeah, I do that when I’m stressed. Sorry.”

“It doesn’t bother me, honey. Why are you stressed?” He asked, sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to him.

“I just feel like somebody has to be taking my phone and hiding it. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, right? I was thinking that I should talk to Dr. Cho about my med dosage since I feel like I’m more disorganized on them than I am off. It’s not even just my phone, other than the bobby pin under the colouring books in my top left desk drawer, I never know where anything is anymore.”

“Okay, so we’ll find your phone and go talk to Helen about your meds. Problem solved.” Sam wrapped an arm around you and pulled out his phone to call you.

You nuzzled into his side and mumbled, “What if I don’t want you to find out what my ringtone for you is?”

He kissed the top of your head. “We’ve all loved your ringtones for us, honey. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” As you said this, Sam clicked the ‘call’ button on your contact and Fly Like A Bird by Nelly Furtado started playing from the hallway. You opened the door and found your phone on the little table next to your door. “Fuck.” You said under your breath.

“Hey,” Sam said, wrapping you in a hug and resting his chin on your head. “That’s hilarious, sweetie. I love it.”

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your own around him, “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not. Now what’s this I hear about Barnes having his hands on my girl last week while I was on a mission?”

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After fixing your meds up with Sam and Dr. Cho, you were able to keep track of your phone for about 5 days. Sam helped. But, now, you had just finished training with Wanda and Pietro and you had no idea where your phone was. This was especially making you think you were crazy since these workout clothes have pockets. Both front and back. “Sammy! Have you seen my phone?” You asked, poking your head into his apartment.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He called from under the bathroom sink. “Have you asked Wanda and Pietro? I know you were just training with them.”

“Nope, I came here on my way to them. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course you will, it’s movie night.”

“Right, yeah. I forgot. Okay, I’m gonna go find Wanda and Piet, but I’ll see you later.” You said, kissing his forehead and shutting the door behind you. The next thing you knew, you heard Red by Taylor Swift playing from somewhere above you. That was your ringtone for Wanda, she was calling you?

“Up here, sora!” You heard Wanda call from the balcony. Looking up, you saw her waving your phone and you quickly used your gravity powers to float it down to you. “Oh, Y/N/N, you did such a great job controlling your powers!” Wanda shouted, running down the stairs to wrap you in a hug.

Pietro was right behind her, and all of a sudden you were in the middle of a group hug with the twins. “Well, princessa, now that we know what your ringtone for Wanda is, we have to find out what it is for me.”

“Speed, I am speed.” came blaring through your phone speakers in the voice of Owen Wilson, who played Lightning McQueen in the movie Cars. You sighed, dropping your head onto Wanda’s shoulder as you declined Pietro’s call.

“That is the best thing in the world, princessa.” Pietro said, speeding you back to your apartment. “We’ll see you at movie night tonight?”

You nodded, leaning in the doorway. “Of course you will, Speedy. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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The next morning, just when you thought you were done with everybody calling you to find out their ringtone, King T’Challa and Princess Shuri showed up.

“Y/N?” Shuri asked, knocking on your door, “Are you awake yet, love?”

You flung your door open, “Yes, I am, but I was looking for my phone before I came out for breakfast.”

“Oh, let me just call you.” Shuri pulled out her phone and called you, and Get Lucky by Daft Punk and Pharrell Williams started playing from down the hallway, in the kitchen.

You walked down the hall, into the kitchen, where everybody was eating breakfast, blushing. “Couldn’t find your phone again, honey?” Sam asked. You nodded, grabbing it out from under your favourite mug.

“How did it even get out here? I had it last night in bed.”

“No you didn’t, you were in here making popcorn and brought your phone with you. You never brought it back, so I just assumed you grabbed it on our way to bed last night.”

“I must not have.” You said, finally remembering to hang up the call to make the song stop.

Natasha wrote something down on her phone, you assumed she was continuing to add to the list of ringtones she was keeping. “Hey, T’Challa, you’re the only one that we don’t know Y/N’s ringtone for, would you mind calling her for us?” Tony asked.

“Of course I can,” T’Challa said, pulling his phone out.

You quickly tapped on your phone, changing T’Challa’s ringtone while you still had a chance. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough because The Pink Panther started playing as your phone lit up with a call from the Wakandan King. “Crap.” You mumbled, declining the call.

“Oh, honey.” Sam said, walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug. “Your sense of humour is absolutely the light of our lives. Has anybody disliked what Y/N/N’s ringtone for them was?” Everybody shook their heads.

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All in all, losing your phone so often because of your ADHD didn’t end up being so bad. But Clint got his ass kicked when Peter found your phone left in the vents one day. Turns out, when Clint isn’t hiding your phone, you actually don’t lose it all that often.

I hope you enjoyed! Once again, I have no idea how to end fics, so you get that piece of shit as a last paragraph.

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skylarinfinity · 1 year

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[avengers game night]

natasha: [pull a card] this for m/n, what animal do you think each person would be?

m/n: [hum] you would be cat, wanda would be cat, maria would be cat, thor-

wanda: [tilt her head confused] is everyone going to be cats?

m/n: [shake his head] thor and bruce would be dog.

thor: [cheers] i do love dogs! [pull bruce into hug while bruce just awkwardly laugh]

m/n: steve and tony would be dolphins because their arsehole [roll his eyes]

tony and steve: what-

[team try not to laugh]

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i-am-true-believer · 2 months

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supraveng · 2 years

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We were never friends

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Summary: you confess your feelings only to be rejected (friends to enemies)

Word count: 897

Pairings: Choose your avenger x fem!reader

Warning: swearing, mean Avenger, insecurities..tell me if i missed any

A/N: I love angst but never able to write it since I love all the characters too much to allow them to hurt me.....I came up with this idea and couldn’t decide on who could possibly break the readers heart, so I left the Avenger up to who you decide....it’s a little odd, I know

You had just walked in and about to start your shift when Jenna come running up to you.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, but I just sat the Asshole Avenger in your section, per their request” She looked like she felt guilty, and you knew she shouldn’t be, this was your issue and unfortunately a bunch of people got caught in the crossfire.

“Hey, it’s not your fault, don’t feel bad” you shrug your shoulders before herding out of the kitchen “here goes nothing” you mumble as you make your way over to your former friend / crush.

The two of you hadn’t had a civil conversation since you confessed your feelings and were harshly rejected. Not seeing a point to continue any sort of friendship since you apparently didn’t mean as much to them as they did to you.

Approaching the table you took a deep breath, ”hi I’m Y/N, would you like to hear today’s specials?” trying your best to remain professional.

They automatically scoff at you, and shake their head, “yeah, I know who you are.”

You roll your eyes at the audacity of the situation, as if you are the one interrupting their day. “So do you know what you would like to order?” smiling and trying not to show any emotion to them.

“No, I don’t want to order anything, I came here to talk to you since you aren’t returning my calls” they seemed frustrated now and you could honestly not care less.

“I think you said everything you needed to say a few weeks ago. I’m not good enough for you, I get it, you don't need to keep repeating it to me” Your nose was flaring at this point, but you were doing your best to keep your voice down.

“That’s not, what I came here to say” they looked at you then as if they could crack at any moment, but you weren’t about to feel sorry for them or pity the pain they were now experiencing.

“Really? Because you were the one who let me know, more than once, that I’m not good enough, so now you have something new? Did you find another flaw that you forgot to point out before?” At this point you knew you were getting louder, but you really didn’t care.

Maybe the rest of the world saw the Avengers as the world's mightiest heroes, but you knew they were damaged just like the rest of humanity.

“That’s not fair, we were friends, and you threw that away because I didn’t return your feelings. Don’t lay your issues on me” by now, half of the restaurant was listening to your conversation, but you ignored that fact.

“Friends? We were never friends. You know why? A friend wouldn’t point out that I don’t look like a supermodel, or not educated enough, or come from an impoverished upbringing. A true friend would respect me enough to be honest about their feelings not being reciprocated without making me feel like garbage” you are glaring at them, hoping for an apology.

“So now I’m not a friend because I was too honest with you? I’m an Avenger, I have an image to maintain, and I’m sorry you don’t fit into that, but that shouldn’t change our friendship”

All of your hopes for an apology went out the window, so you decided to take the gloves off.

“Why would you want to remain friends with someone that doesn’t fit into your perfect little bubble? Huh? Imagine being caught by the paparazzi with a friend that looks like me? What would happen to your precious reputation?” breathing heavy after your rant, you looked at them fully for the first time in a long time.

“It’s funny how you don’t want to be with me, and yet you are the one who keeps coming back to me. Bringing back those reminders, I’m curious now if you are trying to convince me or yourself…” you notice a look on their face change to regret, you could almost laugh at the fact you finally figured it all out.

“That’s it isn’t it? You know what we had was more than friendship, but I don’t fit with what’s expected of you. So, did you think that breaking my heart would make it easier for me or you?”

They now had unshed tears in their eyes, but you couldn’t give a damn, it didn’t change the way they treated you.

“Well, this was an interesting little therapy session we had, but I have work to do, some of us don’t have billionaire money to support them” you walked away into the kitchen as quickly as you could, trying your best to keep from crying.

Before you could even take a full breath, your manager, Todd came over and pulled you into a hug. “It’s ok, I got ya” he mumbled into your hair as you let out all the emotions that were swarming inside of you.

“I’m taking your tables, go home and we can talk about all this tomorrow” he told you without leaving any room for discussion. You could only respond with thank you before grabbing your bag and heading to the subway, hoping to get away from the mess you just went through.

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softestqueeen · 4 months

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✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

please MDNI!! most of my content is for a mature audience only!

✧*̥˚ key *̥˚✧

❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

✧*̥˚ BBC Sherlock *̥˚✧

i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸

sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸

sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸

sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

✧*̥˚ Marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸

bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

i have an idea... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

let me teach you pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

slipping and gliding pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

slipping and gliding pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥

natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

natasha romanoff smut drabble

✧*̥˚ Call of Duty *̥˚✧

it's yours, princess ❤️‍🔥

simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻

stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

my little flower pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🖤✍🏻

Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague and friend Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…

✧*̥˚ Haunting Adeline*̥˚✧

red roses and deadly promises ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸

zade meadows x fem!reader When your stalker, Zade Meadows, has to do some business out of town, someone new makes an unwelcome appearance. How will Zade react when someone tries to steal you away from him?

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