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itsaaudraw · 2 years
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her name is moder and she is really cute!!
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t1gres · 3 months
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I guess I need to introduce myself to you all, since you don't appear to have a variant of myself in your world
I hail from Universe 205.
My father is Loki. My mother was human, but she is long dead. Hydra had me for many years, but I escaped.
I can use some magic, but I prefer to fight like a normal person. Loki's children tend to end up slightly weird - hence I'm mostly human, but have claws, a tail, and wings. (I could shapeshift if I wanted, but i dont want, thank you very much). I also have heightened senses and reflexes.
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ezzyrebel413 · 8 months
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Finally cosplaying my MCU/Percy Jackson OC, Rebecca.
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imwritinganovel · 2 years
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Jezebel
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Jezebel Miracle-Lokidøttir
Age: 210 Sexuality: Lesbian Nationality: Asgard Pronouns: She/They
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lewisoup · 2 months
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I hate to break this to you, but mobius is actually a girl dad. You guys are just choosing to avoid the truth
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worstloki · 8 months
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following the theory that loki intentionally banded the avengers together so he could sicc them on thanos later, after he took the throne in T:TDW, i think he'd be so angry at the events of civil war like:
loki as odin: hello heimdall, how do earth's mightiest heroes fare as of late?
heimdall: they have disagreed on many subjects and split up two days ago
loki:
heimdall:
loki: they haVE WHAT?
cue loki coming down to earth and bonking everyone's heads together until they all get along again
stark: how the heck are you alive???
loki: skills. listen here, i did not pour my blood, sweat and tears to form this team for you idiots to throw all my hard work out the window!
loki, grabbing rhodes and stark by the wrists: now, we are going to get your little friends out of prison, understood?
like an exasperated kindergarten teacher, y'know?
Loki, hitting Steve over the head with a newspaper: he's your friend, of course he's upset you lied to him about something like this
Tony: hah!
Loki, giving Tony a death glare: did you have to fight each other about it
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winters-hysteria · 1 year
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Sam: L is for the way you look at me
Loki: 0 is for the only one I see
Tony: V is very, very extraordinary
(y/n): E is for everyone shut the fuck up it's 2am go to bed before I kill you all
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katebishopsbaefy · 6 months
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Soup and Sniffles
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)
summary: you're sick and dont want natasha to find out. she finds out, fluff esues.
word count: 961
notes: hey everyone this is the first fic im posting pls no hate 😄😘
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You practically fall through your open window onto the floor of your bedroom, knees almost buckling underneath you. You’re able to catch yourself in just enough time to stop your face from slamming into the ground. The impact from your sort of fall is still loud, though, and you pray Natasha couldn’t hear it.
You realized you were sick two days ago, but only today had you really started to feel the full effects of your illness. School was a nightmare with a stuffy nose and constant headache, and with no time in between classes and patrol, you were absolutely miserable. But, not wanting to worry Natasha or risk being labeled as “useless”, you kept it to yourself and stuck it out. One fight in particular left you stumbling and sneezing, the guy’s ice powers making you feel even more sick. You’d managed to make your way to your shared apartment with Natasha. You couldn’t wait to take a much needed nap.
A knock on the door makes you jump up from your spot on the floor, which you happened to be very comfortable in. Natasha’s voice is muffled by the door.
“Y/N? What the hell was that?” she asks. Shit.
You panic. Clear your throat as quietly as you can, hoping to sound much less congested than you are. “Nothing! I’m ok, I swear.”
“I’m coming in,” she states, and she’s next to you before you can even begin to protest. She notices the carpet moved out of place under your feet and smirks. “Did you fall through the window?” 
“Maybe,” you reply. She quirks an eyebrow at you. “Rough ni-” you start, but a cough racks through your body and you’re forced to double over. You recover as quickly as possible, shooting back up with a sniffle and a smile. “Rough night,” you finish. You break eye contact with her once you see the concern laced in her green eyes. 
“I can tell. Did you get hit?” she asks, looking up and down your body looking for an injury that could be the source of your cough. She takes your face into her hands and studies the cuts littering it until your own hands push hers away.
“No, I’m fine. Well, I did get hit, but I’m fine. No problem.” You smile at her. It doesn’t reach your eyes.
The back of Natasha’s hand finds your forehead before you can react. Your mind tells you to pull away, but your body leans into the contact in search of comfort. She frowns as you sniff again. “You’re sick.”
“No I’m not,” you argue, finally finding the strength to pull her hand away from you. It drops to her side and her eyes search yours.
“Yes, you are. How long have you been sick for?”
“I haven’t been sick because I’m not sick.”
“Then why do you sound so gross?”
“I’m not gross.”
“You’re pretty gross.”
“I’m not sick, Nat! Jesus,” you swipe your hand under your nose and sniffle miserably. Her fingers find your face once more and she turns your chin to look at her, thumb swiping away a tear you didn’t know had fallen. Natasha looks at you, really looks at you. You’re shivering under her touch, just slightly, but enough for her to notice. Your eyes are sunken and red, as well as the tip of your nose and your cheeks. She looks back into your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asks softly, barely above a whisper. 
Tears fill your eyes and you let them. “I don’t feel good,” you tell her, and the wall breaks. She pulls you into her and kisses the top of your head. You're very aware of the grossness you're getting on her shirt, but she doesn’t care. 
“I got you,” she whispers over and over into your hair, rubbing circles on your back as you sob. Eventually your legs simply give out, but she’s there to hold you up. Drags you over to your bed and pulls away, forcing you to look at her. She hands you a tissue to blow your nose into.
“Gross,” she comments. You giggle tearily and she smiles at you. “I’ll make you soup if you wanna go shower.”
“Mkay. C’n you do tha’ thing where you put m’ clothes in the dryer so they’re all warm?” you look up at her with the best puppy eyes you can muster. This time she giggles at you.
“I guess so. Try not to take twelve hours in the shower, I want hot water too.”
You know she really wouldn’t care if you took forever, as long as it made you feel better.
You jump in the shower, and when you’re out (45 minutes later), there’s fresh clothes sitting on the toilet for you, plus a fluffy towel. You throw on the clothes and ring out your hair, walking towards the kitchen to the smell of soup. 
Natasha watches you and shoots you a small smile. “Better?” she asks.
“Yeah. Less gross,” you reply honestly. Your nose is a lot less congested and your shivering stopped for the most part. You plop yourself down in your spot on the couch and Liho, Nat’s cat, jumps up with you. You pull her into your arms and lay down on a pillow given to you by some distant relative, paying little attention to the sitcom running on the tv.
Nat turns to bring you a bowl of soup, but sees you passed out on the couch, snoring quietly. She walks over and grabs your favorite blanket from over the top of the couch, draping it over you and kissing your forehead. Notices you’re a lot less warm than before, smiles down at you. The soup could wait for later.
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POV: Y/N Stark...
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mymelodymia · 4 months
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HELLO, hope you're having a great day. can I request a loki x daughter reader (age 16) where she has many insecurities and worries and he realizes it and helps her? If this is a hard limit, please ignore it 💘
Here for you // Loki laufeyson x daughter reader
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Summary: loki comforts you after finding out your insecure :(
Warnings: insecurities, hating body, being mean to loki (kinda),
Age: 16
🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+
You frowned as you lifted your shirt up slightly in front of your mirror. Turning to see your side profile. Staring at your stomach.
You thought no boys/girls would ever show interest in you if you looked like this. Although your body was completely normal for your age. Sighing as you felt a tear fall down your cheek.
You continued staring at your body, to which you hated, when your father, loki, suddenly burst through the door. Usually he'd knock and you'd have a second to jump into your bed and put on a fake smile. But you didn't this time.
You took in a sharp breath, whipping around to face him. With his eyebrows scrunched, he tilted his head in confusion as to what you were doing.
"Ww-What are you doing?" He asked as you felt your cheeks turn red. With your head downcast, you felt tears come to your eyes. You backed up slowly until you sat down on your bed.
Your father walked over and sat down next to you. placing his hand over yours in order to comfort you. "What were you doing darling?"
You sniffed before letting out a small sob, loki threw his arms around you as a reflex to this. You continued to sob into his chest for a while. He rocked you back and forth as ran his fingers through your dark wavy hair. Shushing you from time to time.
Eventually you calmed down. Pulling away from your father, you looked at him tearfully. He looked deep into your emerald green eyes before asking the question again.
"What were you doing?" He asked in a soft tone, his asgardian accent ringing in your ears. You took in a deep breath before confessing.
"I...really, hate the way i look." Loki looked surprised at this, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Why?"
"Im afraid that if im too fat I'll never get a partner...and if i dont loose some weight no boy/girl will love me..." you said sadly. Your father again, looked shocked at this.
"Y/n, darling, your not fat, your not even overweight in the slightest...did, someone tell you these lies?"
"No, not really i just...i want boys/girls to like me, and i just, I just dont like the way i look. Its ugly and-"
"I beg your pardon?" Loki interrupted, 'Ugly' he hated that word. "Tell me, why in the world you would think that?"
"I dont know! Okay!?" You shouted, "i dont know why i feel this way! Just go away!" You yelled in frustration. He placed a hand on your shoulder. Remaining calm as your mood switched quickly.
He sighed and pulled you close to him, you again started to sob into him. He pulled away from this gentle touch for a moment to lie down on his back, extending and arm to invite you in.
You rested your head on his chest as he held you close to him as you both continued to stare at the ceiling.
You allowed yourself to drift off in his arms, your chest rising and falling as you slept.
He had a maid draw you a warm bath when you awoke from your deep slumber. He also made you your favorite meal when you got out of the tub.
Over a few weeks, you felt at peace with your body, with your soul, with your mind.
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A/N: i hope you liked this loveeeeee! P. S, please ignore my inactivity lol
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@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover // @carellmcu // @mariasabanahabanabana //
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lokihiddleston · 2 years
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because it’s so adorable :”)
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lokisrealpurpous · 4 months
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words hurt like a blade
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father!loki x daughter!reader
warnings: bullying, sh, mentions of sewersl*de, mentions of scars, description of blood and wounds, angst, mention of weight.
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when loki finds out his little girl isn't dealing with things well, falling into dangerous habits that he once did too, he does everything to try and look after her.
☆ please please do not read this if you find anything in the warnings list at all triggering, keep yourself safe and I'm always here if anyone needs me or just needs someone to message ☆
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your pov:
After my father had gained the trust of the Avengers we've stayed at the tower, it was a new start which meant: new schools, new people and a completely changed routine, it was draining.
I joint the high school that Parker went to, he was a close friend, being the only other kid my age on the team, and tried everything he could to help me fit in, but as fate leads the path, I was the target of everyone that walked into my life.
As the days moved on antagonisingly slowly it got worse and worse, it began with names, roumers, nudges and smirks but was becoming more than just a lurking shadow, it hurt, it was exhausting.
"sort your face out"
"you alright fatty?"
"just kill yourself"
"cut your arms open"
It was the same threats everyday, along with fights and pushing and shoving and arguments.. getting worse... and worse as the weeks went by. It wasn't just a voice i could ignore anymore.
I began to not go into school, I stopped eating or I ate too much, I struggled to brush my hair, brush my teeth, shower, all the hope of that once little girl inside me had been burnt. Words hurt like a blade..
2 years clean.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
lokis pov:
I knew something was going on. The circles under her eyes were painted black, her hair was in dreads and her body was slow and achey. She refused to go into school and she rarely came out her room, and every now and then she'd be sick, but ive just brushed it off as anxiety.
I missed my little girl, my todler running in fits of giggles around The Gardens of Asgard Castle. The way her face was always illuminated with joy, the only tears that every stained her face was from happiness or a graze. I had gone wrong.. I know I have at some point, she's in pieces that neither of us know how to put back together but I'll always be there with the glue to seal the cracks.. she's my princess and she always will be.
The setting sun casted a golden brushstroke across the towers corridors, I haven't heard from y/n all day, not for food, nor anything, so I slowly paced down the silent rooms to her door, knocking gently as I twisted the handle.
your pov:
My breath was caught in my throat, strangled as the harsh words tangled in my head. I gasped for air as tears flooded down my crimson cheeks, desperately rummaging through my beside drawers with shakey hands.
where was it...
I mumbled, merely a whisper.
where is my b..
there it was. I felt the cold metal against my fingertips, the small blade burning my skin with fear and defeat.
2 years clean.
I pulled up my sleeve desperately and stared holes into my arms, only then to press the small razor against my arm.. deeper and deeper... then dragging it across the frail skin which cried sepia teardrops.
My eyes winced in pain, but my shoulders fell in relief, like the tension breathed through the cuts that patterned my arm. 1...2...3...4. The sence of control betrayed me as I cut over and over again, they faded white before they painted my arms red and the salty tears that clung onto my lashes fell with no sympathy as they sung the fresh cuts.
14... 15... 16...
then there was a knock.. shit.
I fumbled with the stomach twisting scene before me, the blade fell onto the icy wooden floor and the once white bedsheets were ruined with the blood of self pity. I gasped between clenched teeth as I pulled down my sleeve over the deep cuts.. and grabbed a book off the table next to me.. it was too late to grab the razor below me.
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lokis pov:
my heart sunk to my legs. the sheets were red. her eyes were irritated and rashed, her hands were shaking violently and her lip was quivering subtlety. Swiftly my eyes wandered over to see the blood dripping knife on the floor.. a small puddle dripping through the floor boards.. my angel.
I went to walk towards her but my body was trapped in a paralysis of fear and guilt, seeing her eyes overwhelmed with such emotion tore me to peaces. How could she have done this to herself.
what have you done..
I whispered, loud enough for her to hear me, evident when her voice cracked into antagonising sobs.
I ran over to her vulnerable frame and took her limp, exhausted body into my arms, protecting her in a tight embrace. I felt the blood stain my shirt as it seeped through the fabric of her jumper, but ignored it as I rocked her shaken figure back and forth.
oh my angel
I said as I brushed strands of hair behind her ears.
why.. why would you do this...
All I could hear was whimpers and sniffles coming from her, tilting her chin up to look at me.
I'm here... I'm here...
I say softly and I hold her face in my cold hands.
May I?
I ask as I hold the end of her sleeve, when she nods I slowly pull it up, my eyes widening and my throst strangling me as the deep cuts were revealed.
your pov:
as he rolled up the sleve guilt drowned me.. I felt sick as I saw how deep the cuts were, and the terror on my father's face. My head felt faint and the blood continued to stream down my arm.. the last thing I saw was the corner of my eyes bluring black and myself falling into my fathers tense arms.
The next time I woke up, bright lights of the healers room pieced through my eyes, my head was pounding and everything was spinning in parades of colour and movement. my eyes trailed off to my arms which were bandaged, underneath I could feel the stitched that were sown through my wounded skin. To my left there was a moniter and my iron levels, they were life threateningly low, also told by my exhaustion, pale colour and excruciating headache. Then my eyes landed on my father, he was sat asleep on a chair infront of me, in the same clothes he was in the night it happened... however I had no clue how long ago that was. As he felt my consciousness he woke and rushed to my side.
are you alright princess?
he asked, his worry stabbing my heart. I nodded weakly and gave him a soft smile as he ran his hands through my hair.
you're safe.. you're going to be okay... I'm here I promise. Angel please come to me before you ever do anything like this... no matter what I am doing you come to me and I can help you.. I know what it's like.. I've been close to where you are and darling I cannot bare to loose you. I love you.
His voice broke and he clung onto me as to never let me go.
I knew then that I was safe with him.. but I had alot to question for once better.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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sylviestablecloth · 2 months
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Gods of rizz
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tired0artist · 3 months
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| you’re not alone now |
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once again @arleniansdoodles new chapter was just perfect and i couldn’t help myself but draw a scene from “Of Atreus and Calliope”
i am obsessed with them. i am just shsnbskemsns—- i love their dynamic and just how soft atreus is with calliope 😭 these two hold my heart and soul 💗
THEY’RE A SET. DO NOT SEPARATE 😡
i also just know that kratos would be so proud of his boy and so so happy that his daughter has someone like atreus… DAMMIT this makes me want to cry 😭
as always, i want to thank the writer and urge everyone to RUN and read this beautiful piece of work 💗
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lovebugspots · 6 months
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peter man?
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chapter one: a not so fun necklace.
Peter Parker x Winterwidow/Buckynat's daughter! reader.
Dreams, by the Cranberries.
"Oh, my life is changing everyday... In every possible way."
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Her eyes darted between her father and her mother. Another staring contest, fun.
Her mothers green eyes staring into her father's icy blue ones.
Y/n just stood up and carefully walked out of the compound kitchen and into her room and saw Peter already there and she sighed, kicked her slippers off and jumped onto him, since he was laying on his bed and snuggled into his side.
"Hi Peter man." She said teasingly and earned an audible groan from him.
"Why are you calling me that..." he mumbled and wrapped his arms around her body and let her snuggle into him.
He had learned that snuggling was her way of coping with her past in the Red Room, a way to learn that physical contact can be okay.
"Because it's funny, Spider Parker." She giggles and looked up at him with her soft Y/e/c eyes and looked into his warm and comforting brown eyes.
But he can't be mad, he never wanted to not be snuggling her.
But that doesn't mean he can't get annoyed by her.
He groans loudly and rolled over on top of her, earning a loud 'Oomf' from her.
He laid on top of her, putting his whole body weight on her.
"Oh you asshole." She groans and he chuckles as he laid on her.
"C'mon, you enjoy it, don't lie." He said cheekily, and he put his hands on her stomach. His hand going her her shirt a bit, he felt her scars...but they made her fucking beautiful to him.
She rolled her eyes and held him tightly.
"Shut up..." She mumbled into his hair as he had his face in the crook of her neck. He giggles and traced her scares lightly, his rough and calloused hand on the scar tissue felt delicate.
He felt to coolness of her right bionic hand on the nape of his neck, people would beget all weird by it, but like how Natasha was with Bucky, he saw through the arm and just the person, the person whom they both truly love.
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It was dinner time, all of the Avengers were sitting down eating.
And dinner always consisted of Bucky and Sam Arguing, Tony wiggling his eyebrows at Peter, Natasha glaring at Tony, Wanda reading the teens minds and giggling, Loki not caring for the young Peter but always giving encouraging smiles to Y/n, Thor not knowing whats going on, Bruce not caring really, Steve trying to calm down Bucky and Sam, Clint not caring and trying to eat, Somehow Vision even knows the love between Y/n and Peter.
In a nutshell it was normal until Pietro started something quiet interesting...
"Peter, Y/n?" He asked, his accent thick as he stood up. Everyone raised their eyebrows s he grabbed a fistful of pasta and threw it at Y/n.
"I declare, a food fight."
Everyone's eyes widen and Thor immediately threw garlic bread at the speedsters face. Tony lets out a cackle and threw a meatball at Steve's face.
Then a war had begun. Peter and Y/n had hid under the table with cookies in hand as the adults were throwing pasta all over each other.
Y/n giggles and Peter sighed and looked at her, her delicate features. And she turned and they made eye contact
And that was when it felt as if everything slowed down. Their eyes looking into one another, and they just felt so connected. And slowly, inch, by inch they leaned in... and they got so close, that only their noses touched.
He could smell her perfume, the addicting coffee, lavender and vanilla.
She was just addicting to him.
His left hand went to her cheek and the back of her neck, inching closer and closer...
Then Thor lifted the table up, and the two pulled away quickly and sh threw a cookie at him and jumped up, then helped Peter up, their faces bright red. Now, EVERYONE knew.
But, being the two hopeless idiots they didn't.
"Man of spiders! Lady of Metal Arms! I have found you!" Thor boomed happily and gave a knowing grin and wiggled his eyebrows in very, very obvious way.
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Y/n was currently on her bed, with her mother, Wanda and Pepper stopped by to see what she missed since she missed dinner.
"You two almost kissed?!" Pepper yelled and Wanda shushed her and Natasha sighed.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you sound proof the room?" Natasha said to the AI and the room became sound proof.
Natasha takes a deep breath then she started.
"Y/n Rebecca Barnes, you have to tell him you like him!" She yelled and stood up and started pacing while she spoke to her daughter.
"If you don't tell him he will never know!" Pepper nodded and added to Natasha.
"It is so clear he is in love with you!" Wanda nodded and also added.
"You know, I have never felt so much love for a person then he does for you..."
Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples and laid back on her bed, and groans, the metal of her hand helping her nerves.
But little did she know, that in Peters room. There was all of the boys trying to comfort a very, very anxious spider.
"Kid, if she didn't like you should would have pulled away or not lean in at all." Steve sighed and Bucky just looked uncomfortable.
Tony puts his hand on his shoulder and said.
"You should have made out with her quicker-"
"Stark! Do you forget that she is my daughter?" Bucky snapped and Tony chuckled and whispered to Peter.
"Don't forget about Papa-Bear." And Steve sighed as he had to restrain his childhood best friend.
"B-Buck! Don't you dare make me get Natasha." Steve said firmly and Bucky stopped and whispers.
"You wouldn't dare to get Natalia." He seethed out and Steve sighed and yelled.
"Natasha! Bucky is trying to kill another Stark."
Tony grimaced and everyone else had to stifle down a laugh. And Bucky just rolled his eyes as Natasha walked in and started speaking in rapid Russian with Bucky.
"Seriously, James? What did he do this time?" Natasha asked in Russian.
"He was talking about how he should have made out with our daughter earlier!" He responded.
All she did was let out a small chuckle and said.
"He has a point, James."
"Natalia, no."
"Natalia yes."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes as she dragged him out of the room and eventually all of the others walked out as well. After a few minutes, Y/n sneaked into his room, like usual, in her pajamas and snuggled into his side.
Something they do nightly, his arms around her waist and he face in his chest as she listens to his heart beat.
"Peter..?" She mumbled softly into his chest and he looked down at her and whispered.
"Yeah, princess?" She looked up and sighed as she nuzzled into him more.
"I'm scared..." she mumbled and he sighed and held her tightly.
"The nightmares?"
She nodded and he thought for a moment and he got close to her ear and whispered.
"You wanna stay with me?" She looked up and nodded, solace was what she needed.
He smiles and moved her so she could get under the sheets and blankets, he practically engulfed her with blankets and himself.
She giggles and nuzzled into his chest and mumbled.
"Good night, Peter man."
He didn't roll his eyes but he kissed her forehead and whispered.
"Good night, Stargirl." She blushed a deep magenta when he said her hero name, and when he kissed her forehead.
Lord he knew how to make her melt like a candle.
And just like that, she fell asleep.
In the arms with the one, and only guy she wants.
But the nightmares of her getting choked by The Winter Soldier and his metal arm will always come.
How his hand was a not so fun necklace.
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way2geeky · 8 months
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One Call - Part 12 - Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader
Warnings - Angst, talks of drugs and alcohol.
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Steve Rogers pulled into the gravel driveway; he slides off his sunglasses when he sees no one waiting for him. He slides out of the car and searches the main living areas of Tony's house. He walks down the stairs, seeing Tony and Bruce watching a surveillance.
"Jarvis?"
"Yes sir?"
"Could you get the door?" Without a second would the door opened. Bruce turns and gives Steve a tight smile. Tony kept his eyes on the surveillance, as Steve got closer, he saw a hologram of Y/n sitting on her bed. "Hey, Y/n wasn't waiting for me, everything okay?" Tony scoffed and Bruce silently handed the backpack to Steve.
He sighed as he searched the bag for anything else. "Tony? What are dummy gummies?" Steve asked bringing the small bag out. Tony turned, and Steve handed over the gummies. "They're weed Gummies Rogers." Tony said defeatedly, throwing the bag on the table.
"How did she get those?" Bruce asked examining the bag. "There not very hard to get Bruce." Tony mumbled looking back at the recording of his daughter. "Yeah, but you were a twenty-year-old, she is sixteen?"
"Are you saying she has ad dealer?" Steve asked a little shocked, and very worried. "A dealer for gummies? If she is going that far she might as well smoke it?" Bruce reasoned, taking a gummy out and sniffing it. "Only one way to find out." Tony said standing abruptly heading straight for the door. Steve put a hand on his shoulder, "maybe you I should go."
"She's my daughter, I'm handling this!" Tony raised shoving Steves hand away. "Your too worked up, I'll go, and you listen in. If you would like talk to her after." Tony sighed but grudgingly nodded, and Steve left heading straight to her room.
He stopped at her door and sighed trying to contemplate what to say. He sat for a sec but could not think of anything good to say. "Ok, Steve like a band-aid." He whispered to himself and knocked on the door. There was no answer, he knocked again, and he raised his voice a little to be heard through the thick door. "Y/n? Kid I saw what was in your bag! We're not mad, we are just worried is all! Could you let me in!?"
He could hear her converse shuffling to the door and saw the shadow of her feet stop just before the door. "Please?" He asked stepping away for a second about to call Jarvis to open the door, but she opened it first. "Hey Kiddo." He whispered, she walked to the bed silently, and he trailed behind her. Closing the door quietly, sitting down with her.
"You want to tell me why those were in your bag." She shook her head 'no' and kept her head down. He pursed his lips, and nodded "you want to tell me where you got the gummies?" She looked up at him with slightly larger eyes. "Yes, we found the gummies." He said not even looking her in the eyes.
"I'm sorry." She whispered; he shook his head. "Save it, where did you get them, and why?" Steve asked sternly standing up and folding his arms in front of her. She sighed and looked down, "I want an answer Y/n?"
"Why do you care!? You aren't even my dad!?" "No, but right now your dad is worried sick! Just like Bruce and I, do you understand that!?" He raised his voice setting his hands on his hips. "Do you understand just how much we care for you!? Do you understand the consequences of your actions!?" She scoffed and looked away, "You guys don't care. You don't care, the only reason you even know me as well as you do is because I'm forced to box you."
Steve heart sank, "Where did you get the gummies?" He asked trying to keep his voice calm. "I stole them." She mumbled finally looking at his eyes. "From whom?"
"I saw them in my science teachers' desk, and I took them." Tony eyes widened at the recording, and he put his head in his hands. "Oh god." He mumbled, "Why were you breaking into your teachers' desk?" Steves voice wavered but he kept it calm, "he took my phone. I took it back, saw the gummies took them."
"Ok." Steve said sitting back down on her bed. She looked at him in pure confusion. "Ok?" He nodded, "You're not disappointed 'that someone so smart could make such a dumb mistake'?" She quoted hearing the phrase so many times on tv. "You already know that I'm disappointed in your actions. You already know that we all are. You already know that we are all worried about you. We know you're disappointed in yourself."
"So, what now?"
"Your dad is going to punish you; you're going to listen and never do this again."
She nodded, "Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"If you even think about doing this again, I am going to run the vodka out of you. Are we clear?"
"Were clear." He stood up and walked to the door and before opening it he added, "and stop giving him so much grief. We know you went through something terrible. You have every right to grieve, but he just wants you to be happy." With that Steve left the room leaving Y/n to lay on her bed.
Staring up at the ceiling, "Tony I know your listening. I am so sorry. I just wanted to stop thinking." She said to the air, but she knew he was listening. He watched her with a heavy heart and teary eyes. "I know Pip." He whispered.
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