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Never mind - Peter Parker x Stark! reader

Former relationship between peter and reader but it has been bad since Tony died. Reader is friends with Flash and met him before Peter from galas, charity things, and other events. In some ways he knows her better than anyone else. Very little of Peter.

"I can't believe you're really making me go." I grumble to Happy as he half drags, half guides me into the airport carrying my luggage given my refusal to even going on this trip. Happy having heard my complaints, bargaining, and weak threats the whole way continues to ignore me which he has done for the past half hour after simply arguing "Maybe this will be good for you." We make it to the large group of teenagers I call classmates where I am finally released only to be surrounded by my friends. As they chatter away I catch a glimpse of Happy speaking to the two teachers who are chaperoning before leaving. I roll my eyes and sit down beside Michelle knowing I won't get far if I even try to escape.

Before long the last member of the class comes and we go through to our gate. After that we board our plane. Out of habit I follow Flash to the first class area where we both have seats reserved, should we choose to use them. I laugh at him when the stewardess takes the drink from him when Michelle rats that he was blipped and therefore not 21. The two of us are instructed to sit with the rest of the class until after take off. We comply and I end up by Brad and Flash is a few rows back. In the seat across from me is Michelle with Betty beside her. The crew begins their safety demonstration and then we take off.

Flash and I decide to stay with the rest of the class for the time being and he sleeps while I continue the book I have been reading. Roughly half way into the flight I finish the book and am not tired. The cabin crew is also making rounds, checking on everyone so it would be pointless to even attempt to sleep. Looking around the cabin I catch Peter's eyes already looking at me, feelings I have been pushing down bubble and overwhelm me and I have to rip my eyes away. Sighing, I divert my gaze onto the screen in front of me so they don't gravitate back to Peter. 'Might as well' I think before grabbing the headphones and putting them on. I reach forward flicking on the screen and pushing the listening option. Scrolling through I find only audiobooks about The Avengers, some older books about Steve and one on the blip.

I simultaneously feel angry, annoyed, and get a lump in my throat and my eyes burn. Quickly switching to the in-flight movies I hope and pray that it's something different. I quickly find that they are different but this is worse, so much worse.

All I see are "documentaries" on my dad. My breath hitches and the more I scroll through the less I seem to be able to catch my breath. I am startled when I feel a hand on my arm and look to see it's Flash giving me a questioning look and I nod. I know he doesn't believe me but he, thankfully, lets it go for now. I switch the screen off, practically ripping the headphones off. Michelle looks over at me while Betty gasps "Y/n!" causing several members of our class including Brad, Ned, and Peter to look at me which I try my best to ignore.

Just then a stewardess walks by, "Excuse me." I say to the blonde woman who has an incredibly fake smile plastered on her face. I think I catch the end of an eye roll as she turns to me answering, "Yes, how can I help you?". "Do you happen to have any other movies?" I ask her hoping I don't have too much emotion in my voice. Because Ned, Flash, MJ, and Peter are all focused on me but I can tell I failed. "I'm afraid we don't, Miss. I'm sorry." she answers and goes to walk away "How about a book then?" I ask her. With a barely concealed sigh she answers "I'll check." and she leaves. She is back in a few minuets with 3 books. Glancing at the spines I read the titles. Once again they are about the Avengers and the blip, Steve, and my father. This time I don't bother to hide anything, with a heavy sigh and a seemingly exasperated tone I ask. "Do you have anything that's NOT about Tony Stark? A magazine, anything?" I stress. "No, Ma'-" I interrupt "Fine, a sleeping pill then?" I ask snapping at her trying to keep from crying. she scoffs and straitens wiping the fake grin from her plump red lips and narrowing her brown eyes at me. "What is your problem?" She questions me and I shoot back "I just don't want to read or listen to anything about Tony Stark!" I exclaim thankful the two teachers are sleeping and I easily ignore everyone else.

She gapes at me looking indignant "How dare you. Tony Stark was an amazing man who sacrificed everything." she practically yells at me. "Never mind." I huff out sitting back in my seat "I don't want to hear about it. Okay?" I tell her in a clipped tone.

"Tony Stark was the founder and leader of the Avengers! He housed S.H.E.I.L.D. He was an incredibly selfless man who died for the world." She raises her voice slightly becoming more frantic as she speaks. I only hold my tongue for a few moments before I burst. Jumping to my feet "Okay. First, he was not the founder of the Avengers. That was Nick Fury who came up with the original idea and Phil Coulson and Maria Hill helped execute said idea. Second, He was not the leader. Steve Rogers is," I pause "Was. Captain America was the leader. Tony did however pay for everything. Third, He never housed S.H.E.I.L.D, only gave former agents new jobs. Finally, He was an incredibly selfish man." I list off, finishing emotionally and scornfully before rushing away only barely taking notice of Flash angrily send her away to get the head steward and not come back.

Leaning on the sink I heave, trying to catch my breath and not let the sobs out but one escapes.

Then another...

And another.

Crap.

Next thing I know I'm in the hallway between coach and first class and Peter is kneeling in front of me telling me to breathe. The black at the edges of my vision slowly recedes and I can hear Flash shouting at who I assume is the head stewardess. I gather myself and push Peter away and stand. "I'm fine. You can go." I tell him making my way back to Flash and our seats to gather my things before he can say anything. "You and your staff should read the manifest." Flash states as I shoulder my bag. "I'm sorry, sir, but your friend was belligerent and Mr. Stark was a hero." She says trying to dismiss the issue. "If you had read the manifest you would have seen that Y/N Stark was on this flight. If anyone has the right to be selfish, it's her." He bites to her and snatches up his bag, I assume from the sound.

The last thing I hear before passing through the curtain to first class is "She is his daughter after all." and him stomping after me. Throwing ourselves in our new plush seats we sigh and Flash silently reaches over putting his hand on mine and we sit that way in silence for a while until he squeezes my hand. "What's going on in that head of yours?" He asks. My first response is a simple shrug but he gives me a look and I can't help sighing again, "I just still can't believe they made me come on this stupid trip." I tell him. "Maybe they thought it would be good for you." He tells me. "Yeah, right." I reply with a scoff.

"They get five years with him and I ... lost five. Sure, I'm not the only one in the world. No one else got blipped, came back, had to fight, and then watch their dad sacrifice himself." Feeling the tickle of the tears I angrily wipe my face and sniff before continuing, "Then I go home and find my dad married Pepper, which is great and I love her, she is the only mom I've ever known and on top of it I have a little sister." Flash just lets me rant. "Then, I have to go to work helping everyone else. I didn't even get to hug him or tell him I love him." I finally burst and Flash pulls me into a hug, holding me as I cry. Eventually succumbing to my emotions and exhaustion and falling asleep in one of my best friends arms.

A few hours later I'm lightly shaken awake by Flash so he can tell me we will be landing soon. I sit up staring at the floor before whispering "Thank you." to Flash who squeezes my shoulder as if to say "no problem" while holding out my make up bag out to me in the other. I raise an eyebrow at him and he simply said "Parker brought it.". I grab it with a huff and stand knowing I'm going to have to talk to him ... eventually. I make my way to the restroom I had previously tried to gain control in with a new determination but find the door locked. I stand and wait for only a few seconds before the door swings open to reveal Peter. Once he sees me his eyes widen and he slams the door. Okay I think and see Brad coming so I decide to try another restroom to fix my make up so when we land I will appear to be all together, just in case.

It only takes me about seven minuets to redo my makeup and make sure my hair is presentable. Once I finish that I go back to my seat, buckle my seat belt, and wait for the plane to land. "Your teachers want you to disembark the plane with the rest of your class." The head steward appears and instructs Flash and I and I simply roll my eyes while Flash gives a simple nod and she disappears.

"So, why are you pissed at Parker?" Flash asks as the plane slowly descends. "I'm not." I say. "That's bullshit and you know it." He shoots back. With a sigh I try again, "I'm not pissed at him. Why do you think that?". He gives me a look and answers "You two were good together. As much as I hate it. You were happy and now you'll barely even look at him." He points out. "We both have a lot of things to work out ... with my dad and stuff. You know the internship." I shrug. "So talk to him." "It's not that easy." I answer. He just looks at me as we land on the tarmac.

The plane finally comes to a stop and Flash and I join our class to disembark. Somehow I end up by Peter, MJ, Ned, and Betty. It is quickly revealed that Betty and Ned are dating. After a few awkward interactions between peter and I, the whole class exits the airport. With that our trip officially begins.

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Rawhide

Ch 14: Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning’s End.

Summary: The dust settles after the battle and finally, you get to return to Avengers Ranch at Stark Wood.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) talk of injury…language…

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCs that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Please comment, like and reblog.

W/C 5.5k ish

A/N: So here it is, the final chapter. Thank you to everyone who’s read and supported this series, and to my beta @spectre-posts

There will be an epilogue at some point, but for now we leave out Alpha Steve and his Omega to their happy ever after. This has been fun to write, I hope you all enjoy

Rawhide Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 13

You know those scenes in movies? The ones that come at the end of a heroic showdown, or battle. There’s silence, and then the rain starts, or the clouds clear. And the heroes stand there, bloodied and bruised, wiping the filth off their faces whilst some cheesy, melancholy yet rousing overture plays in the background.

Well, the reality is somewhat different.

There was no music, no heroes in fact. Just those who remained from both Shield and Hydra, stood in a silent cease fire. All around you, the wounded were being tended to by Medics, Natasha included.

Hydra factions were approaching Shield ones, their hands were up in surrender in most cases. But some held out a single hand, extended in front of them in displays of amicable concession, ready to shake.

It was surreal, you really couldn’t grasp how two factions that had been so bloody and violently opposed to one another could now be working together the way they were, but then, you guessed such was the nature of war.

It made all the bloodshed even more pointless in your eyes, but it was exactly as Steve had said; whilst Shield and Hydra existed, so would the divide.

Simply telling someone their opinions were wrong would never work, a person has to be given the opportunity to explain, to understand, to debate. A chance to see reason and logic, and not just stubbornly believe that they were the only ones with a valid point to make.

And that was what had been lacking from the whole Shield/Hydra set up from the start. The Civil War hadn’t solved anything, it had simply pushed Hydra and Shield even further apart, which had come at a heavy cost to people like you.

Now, you hoped, that would change.

“Y/N…” Steve’s voice cut through your thoughts loud and clear. You turned your face to look at your Alpha, and his eyes locked on to yours. “It’s okay…it’s over.” Then you realised his lips weren’t moving. His hand was pressed to the mark on his neck. “Are you hurt?”

As you watched, you raised your own, shaking fingers pressing to the intricate gold infinity loops. “I’m fine Alpha…”

With a nod, he dropped his hand and held it out for you to take. As Steve pulled you to him, you felt something cold and wet drip onto your head.

It was starting to rain.

You turned your face to the sky and closed your eyes.

*****

In the hours following the battle, Steve was bustled off to an emergency WSC meeting with Tony and Fury. As you waited for them to return, you’d taken up seat with the rest of the team in Natasha’s hospital room as she led there having been patched up. The doctors hadn’t been too pleased about the blatant flaunting of the 2 visitors at a time rule, not to mention the fact that you’d refused to leave Commando outside…but one look at Bruce’s angry face had made them back off.

“Are you ever not eating?” Sam looked at Peter, who was sprawled in one of the chairs, his arm in a cast whilst the other was stuffing his face with potato chips from a bag which sat on his lap.

“He’s a growing boy.” Bucky teased, his bruised face breaking into a teasing grin, “aint that right?”

“Hey, I saved your ass out there.” Peter pointed at him, “if I hadn’t tangled that dude up in my ropes and slingers, he’d have shot you straight in the back of your head. You got sloppy, stopped watching your 6.”

The room fell silent, before Cling roared with laughter. “He has you there, Buckaroo!”

“Piss off.”

“Now now, no need to resort to that kind of language…” Natasha snorted.

“You know, if you weren’t already in a hospital bed…” Bucky glared at her.

“You’d do what?” She scoffed.

You smiled to yourself, simply listening and watching as your friends exchanged well natured insults and teasing. You felt a large hand softly rest on your shoulder and you turned with a smile to look up at Thor.

“Are you okay, little bird?”

“I...yeah. As okay as I can be, I mean, I shot my brother…”

“Oh, I’ve lost count of the amount of times my brother has shot or stabbed me.” Thor waved his hand. “Your brother only has himself to blame. He was offered a way out, but he couldn’t let go of his pride or beliefs.”

“He’s always been a stubborn asshole.” You gave a wry little smile, “just like my father.”

“Yes, and just as my father predicted, it was that same stubborn line of thinking which brought Hydra to their knees. You were ready to sacrifice yourself for your mate, and still Hydra didn’t see that as an act of bravery on your part, but a sign of weakness on the part of your Alpha.” Thor took a deep breath, his hand running through his dirty hair. “Maybe now they can start to understand that tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.”

“You sound like Al Capone…” You shook your head.

“Who?

“’Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness’, seriously? You don’t…” you snorted and then shook your head. “it doesn’t…not important.”

“Well, indeed.” Thor merely raised his eyebrow as he nodded. “That was your brother and Rumlow’s biggest mistake. The underestimated you, when I’m fact, you are stronger than many Alpha’s I know. Stronger than me, stronger than Steve…and their inability to understand this, is what led us here.”

You looked at Thor, blinking as you swallowed. “I don’t…I doubt that…”

“You doubt it? Do you think that Steve would have the strength to kill Bucky, should he have needed to?”

“I…”

“And I can tell you know, for all the times me and Loki have fought, I’ve never tried to kill him.”

You swallowed. “I…I didn’t set off wanting to kill him, I just…it would never have ended. And I was so angry…I hated him…I still do. I don’t care he’s dead.”

Thor smiled, and shrugged, “and no one will or can blame you for having those feelings, but I leave you with this thought. If you were so weak, Omega, do you think you’d be able to sit here as you are now, admitting to those feelings? Admitting that you don’t harbour any guilt at all over your own brother’s death? Omega’s can be as strong as Alpha’s, if not stronger when it comes to the protection of their so called pack.”

You blinked, but before you could reply the door opened and Steve’s huge frame filled the doorway. Behind him, you could hear Tony arguing with a nurse.

“Yeah, and my money is paying for all this, so if I want to hold a disco in this room I will…” He pushed past Steve into the room, and looked round. “Well, this looks like fun. Can anyone join?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “if I pretend to be dead will you go home, Shell Head?”

As Tony bit back with some smart ass quip, your eyes flicked to Steve. His face was bruised, nose a little misshapen. His lip was split, as was his left eyebrow, all evidence from the battle and the blows he’d taken from Rumlow.

He was also favouring his right side, his left leg having been stabbed by the knife Rumlow had been fighting with.

Your feet moved slowly toward him without thought. Your head tilted just a bit as your eyes looked over the battered features of his face. Ever so gently, your hand lifted to his bearded cheek. He sighed, his eyes closed as he leaned into your palm, with the air of a dog seeking out touch and comfort. “I will, Mega, once we get home.”

“Home? As in…”

“The ranch, yeah.”

The ranch, it sounded so pleasant coming off his lips. You’d missed it. The feel of it, the way it enveloped you like a den, your little nest by the window. You were desperate to feel that warmth, the feeling of 'home'.

“So, Steve….” Bucky spoke and Steve looked over, “what’s happening now? What did the WSC say?”

“Just what we all agreed on. Shield and Hydra, both go. Well, go in the sense that they can’t be segregated in the way they are.” Steve took a deep breath, “so the WSC agreed to a joint Congress. Reps from both factions to be elected, democratically. And there will be a number of Constitutional laws past, which make Omega rights basic human rights across every state in the country. That means that even states which end up with a ‘red’ representative will have to abide by them.”

The details made a breath in your chest hitch quietly, but Steve sensed it. His eyes flicked to yours and he noted that little quiver in your lip.

“It’s…it’s what should have happened last time,” Sam shook his head, “instead of carving up our country and leaving red and blue to police their own states, the WSC should have been braver and we should have listened to each other. Maybe if we’d done that instead of feeling a desperate need to contain the threat as opposed to listen and reason, Rumlow would never have gained the support he did.”

There was silence as everyone took the news in, before chatter turned to what was going to need to happen next. But, after fifteen or so minutes, you saw Steve shift uncomfortably, and that was when you gently touched your mark.

“Home…”

He turned to you and nodded.

****

“Man, I need a shower.” Steve groaned as you headed inside, the smell of home overwhelming you.

“Plastic wrap.” You smiled softly.

“Huh?”

“To stop the sutures in your leg getting wet. Trust me, it works…”

By the time you’d located it, he was upstairs; a trail of gear and tactical uniform pieces showed you the way.

The shower was running and you watched as Steve stood, his upper body bruised and battered, just like his face. Your eyes scanned down, following that strip of hair which trailed all the way from his chest right down over his Adonis belt, to the thick, wirey patch between his legs.

You kept going, over his toned upper thighs, your eyes stopping at the left one, a clean white bandage wrapped securely around it.

"You gonna let me wrap that up?"

“Do I have a choice?” His voice carried an air of amusement

"Nope." You tore off a piece of plastic wrap and squatted down to secure it over the bandage and around this thigh. Steve simply watched you as you wrapped his leg and then stood. "Time to get the grime off."

“Would now also be the time to suddenly give into the pain I’m in and ask you to come help?” Steve whispered. He swallowed, and as you looked into his eyes you could see he wasn’t joking. His mask was slipping. “I’m too old for this shit."

“Oh, Alpha.” You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, fingers sliding into his beard. The steam from the shower filled the farmhouse bathroom. The mirrors were fogged up and the air grew thick. “lemme take care of you.”

He nodded, and then merely watched as you stripped from your own filthy clothes and held out your hand.

It was a complete role reversal, you moving Steve into position with a wordless command. And he simply happy to acquiesce as you guided him under the warm spray.

But was it really? Was it a true role reversal? Or was it just that being with Steve allowed you to be a full Omega. Your caring nature, the desire to nurture and love were not only needed here, but wanted and appreciated. They weren’t just traits that were taken for granted, to be used and abused.

You started with the soap and sponge, building a lather that was thick and sudsy. Your delicate touch held his hand in your free one while you held him still to wash his arm. The lather began to turn from white to gray as you scrubbed away the dirt and grime from his wrist and up toward his shoulder. You gently turned and twisted his arm, by way of your locked hands, to clean his skin. Then you moved up and across his shoulders to the other arm, paying careful mind of the cuts and stitchless wounds that littered his skin.

The colors of war washed down your body with the pooling water at your feet. Down the drain went blood and mud, sweat and tears. Your hands roamed softly over Steve's back before you brought the sponge and your own body around to his front.

Gently, the sponge in your hand cleaned away his face, those striking blue eyes of his entranced by your movements. You slid it down the side of his neck, over the curl of his shoulder.

"I love you," you whispered.

Steve smiled, his eyes blinking slowly. “I love you too, Mega…”

"Kiss me, Alpha."

With a soft sigh, he leaned down, his lips pressing to yours gently.

Your hands gently cupped his bearded cheeks and held him there. As your tongue slipped over his lips, you heard him whimper a little. It was a sound you’d never heard from an Alpha before.

You tipped your self forward on your toes and deepened the kiss. Your fingers slid through his beard and into his hair as you steadied yourself.

His hands softly slid from your hips to your back, splaying across your skin.

You forearm pressed against his neck, just at your bonding mark without intending to. You felt him shiver, a spark flowing through the pair of you. You could hear his thoughts, a jumble of arousal, relief but also fear…and guilt.

You pulled back just a little, "tell me, Steve."

“You…I almost lost you. I let him get the better of me and you had to…had to step in.”

You bumped your nose with his, "I'm right here....safe. Because of you." You spoke softly, assuringly, your eyes closed.

He shook his head, “no…you saved me. You’re the reason we’re here. You…your courage and your brains. Not me. You came up with the plan. You…” he swallowed and dropped his chin , “I failed you.”

"Steve Rogers, you look at me right now," you pulled back. "I don't ever want to hear you say that again. Ever!" you weren't shouting or raising your voice. In fact, your voice was filled with emotion, sad emotions because he felt that way. Your eyes were misty as you bore into his.

“I’m your Alpha. I should be able to keep you safe…that’s twice now I didn’t…”

"I don't fault you for it, and I never will. I, we came out on the other side of it." You kissed his lips, "and we came out of it together."

Steve took a deep, shaky breath as you looked up at him. “I love you, Steve. My alpha…”

"Omega....my omega."

You purred a little and moved back, your nose nudging at the mark on his neck, inhaling the scent over his mating gland.

"I wanna love on you, Alpha," you speak against his neck.

Steve swallowed, the tendons and muscles in his neck tensing as he gave a slow nod, and then he bowed his head in submission.

“I’m yours, Omega…”

You were gentle with your hands, dragging your fingers down his neck and over his shoulders. You did this while you kissed him, your tongue slowly, softly exploring his mouth.

Your hands moved down over his chest and his abs. One rest agaisnt the lower indent of his Adonis while your other gently took his cock.

He gave a grunt, his arm moving from your back and he planted his palm against the cool tiles just to the side of your head.

You stroked him, giving him a twist as you slowly dragged your hand up and down his shaft. His jaw was slack, forehead pressed to yours, eyes still open.

You glanced up at him and bit your lip. You could see him releasing control but there was something in that stare that showed you his Alpha side was pacing.

"You're holding back," you smirked. But your wrist picked up the pace and your palm grew a little tighter.

“Yeah…because you…” he grunted a little, “wanted control.”

"And I've got it," you turned your neck presses your lips into his wrist before dropping to your knees.

“Yeah…” the hand that wasn’t resting against the wall slipped into your hair, “you do…”

Your lips wrapped around his tip and your throat opened around his length as you swallowed him. Slowly, you drew back and forth against him.

His head dropped forward, eyes flickering shut as his soft noises of satisfaction filled your ears.

Your hands settled on his thighs, careful to avoid the bandage as you slowly increased your speed and hollowed your cheeks.

Not only could you hear him, you could feel him. The tension and his raft of emotions were clearing, you could sense it.

You kept up, taking care of his needs, his desires.

You knew he’d given in completely, when his hips started to slowly move in time with your actions.

You hummed around him. It was instinct and lust that took over.

His hand tightened slightly in your hair, but his hips didn’t pick up any more pace. He was letting you control, as much as he could.

You pulled off and switched to your hand, the pressure and rhythm not ceasing from your mouth.

Steve’s breathing was fast and shallow, you could feel him twitching in your palm,

"It's okay, Alpha. Let go."

With a low growl, his hips began to rut forward as he fucked your hand.

"Thassit, Steve..."

“Fuck, Y/N…”

"Let go, Alpha, you want to. Nice and easy, baby..."

His ruts became a little quicker, and you tightened your grip. Your eyes flicked up as Steve’s looked down and you could see the wanton heat he was feelin inside reflected in his expression.

His hips stuttered, and with a choke and a little whimper you felt him pulse in your palm, his warm seed mixing with the water as it trickled down your arm.

The Alpha in him growled but the Steve in him dropped his forehead to the tile as his knees gave way. But he managed to keep himself upright as you slowly got to your feet.

Your lips tenderly kissed his, still providing the soft care you sensed he needed.

“Sweetheart…”

"Yeah?"

“As much as I’d love to, I don’t think my leg could take me railing you against the wall.”

Your clean hand ran through his wet hair, tucking a bit back behind his ear. "It's okay, I'm okay. This isn't about me, Steve."

You cleaned him up and cleaned yourself up, standing by to help him out of the shower incase that stabbed leg faltered.

“Do you need to eat?” You asked as you both made your way to the bedroom wrapped in towels

"I could. It's been...been a long few days," he sighed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I'm fucking exhausted."

You grabbed a clean set of clothes for him and checked his bandage after the saran wrap and it was fairly dry. "Can you manage getting dressed?"

“I’ll be fine, I’ve had worse. Trust me.” He smiled, his hand reaching to scratch commando’s head as the large dog laid it on his knee.

You bent at your waist and pressed your lips to his damp forehead. Then, with a smile you left him and headed for the kitchen.

Whilst you and Steve hadn’t been back to the ranch for a fortnight or so now, the other guys had. More so to make sure the livestock were okay and that no one had been in the house. But right now, you were simply grateful that meant your kitchen and fridge were stocked with the basics you needed. Milk, eggs, butter, yoghurts and some cheese sat in the refrigerator and your pantry was still stocked.

It wasn’t long before Steve smelled the delicious aromas and slowly brought himself downstairs, his trusty pup at his heel in support. A warm feeling spread through his chest as he saw you at the stove, stirring something in a pan.

He didn’t think he’d ever tire of this, seeing you happy, safe, in your shared home.

You’d made tomato soup, grilled cheese, and a bag of frozen fries which you’d tossed in a little rosemary and sea salt to give them a little bite.

Neither of you talked much as you wolfed your food down, and when through, neither of you took much convincing to head up to bed.

The weight of the past few weeks hadn't settled within you. You knew it was over, the battle, the war.

Your brother.

But it felt as if you were still in it. As you pulled back the bedding, you scoffed a bit. This was too normal, too routine. It was just odd. Your heart and your instinct pulled you to care for Steve and his needs. You blocked the rest out.

With a groan, Steve sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his hands through his hair.

"Are you alright?" You asked with a soft worry.

“Yeah…” he assured you, as he gently shuffled between the covers.

"Okay," you whispered and did the same.

Steve rolled to his side and looked at you. “I love you.”

You turned your head and gazed back, "I love you, too."

His fingers trailed down your neck. You moved over to him, your own hand reaching out to thread your fingers through his beard.

His eyes fluttered closed and a sigh escaped his nose. "You're worried," he spoke softly. "I can feel it."

“About you.”

He sighed, "'Mega...."

“I know. I can’t help it.”

"It's over, sweetheart. It's all over."

The implications of what he said suddenly started to sink in. “I guess…yeah…”

And then the tears came.

You sobbed until there was nothing left in you. A shuddering to your chest.

Steve kissed your head and pulled back to look down at you. Your face was wet from your salty tears, your eyes swollen.

His hands moved to swipe the tears from under your eyes.

“I could've lost you. I...everything, I..."

“But you didn’t. And we’re here. Yes, there’s a bit of a way to go but, well, I have this feeling. This time it’s done.”

You could only nod as Steve took a deep breath. “we move on. No more fighting. And…” he moved and slowly rolled you into your back, “we…build our life, our home, our future.”

"I think I like that idea.”

"Well, I'm glad you do." Steve chuckled "because you feature quite heavily in all of it."

You smirked, "how so?"

"Well, "Steve kissed down your neck to your collarbone "I mean we are bonded. For life. It's a soul bond. You couldn't leave now even if you wanted to."

You stretched your neck, "a rarity at best. But I don't want to leave."

“Good.” He kissed across the dip of your throat. “Then you’ll have no objections to marrying me.”

You stilled, "Steve...."

“Yeah….”

"Did... Marry you?"

“Mmmhmmm. I mean…” he moved and propped himself up to look at you, “technically we don’t need to. We’re bonded. That’s the main thing, but…I’d like you to, if you want.”

"I...yes," you gasped as you read the look on his face.

“Yeah?” His mouth curled into a smile.

"Yes," you nodded with a smile of your own.

You whimpered as he kissed you, your hands carding through his beard and to the back of his neck, cradling his head.

“There’s…something else I wanna do.” You whispered against his mouth.

"What's that, baby?"

“I…I wanna go back to Texas. Once the dust has settled and, well, the WSC have done whatever they’re gonna…”

Steve blinked. “Okay, that’s…”

“Just to visit.” You swallowed, “my mamas grave is there and…” you looked down a little, avoiding his eyes, “Colin’s will be somewhere. I left so fast, I never got to say goodbye, and thank him for what he did. I know it’s stupid, they ain’t really gonna be there…but…”

"Hey," he sat up a little more, his weight on his good knee and elbows, "we can do whatever you want. Whatever it is."

“Thank you.”

"There's no need to thank me," he blinked. "I'll spend the last of our days giving you everything you deserve."

Your eyes filled and Steve softly kissed the tip of your nose. “Now…I said I didn’t think I could love on you in the shower…but I think I could manage it just fine here, doll…”

"Okay," you whispered with a small sniffle. "I'm yours."

“I know…” his nose nudged at your bonding mark, scenting your gland.

You inhaled and you preened, elongating your neck as the tip of his nose moved along your tendon. His tongue then traced the line of the golden infinity loops, making you whimper as it sent jolts through your body.

Your hands curled back around his neck as he did it again and a third time.

“Steve…”

"Sweetheart...."

“Need you…”

“I’ve got you, baby. Always.”

And he did.

It felt like no time at all before he had you both out of your sleep wear, when in fact Steve took his time, undressing you slowly and gently. It was like you’d been in a trance, simply allowing him to caress and love on you.

It felt good, damn good. A sensual relief that had been building in you for some time.

He made you cum twice with his mouth, and when he finally crawled back over you, slotting his hips between yours, you were more than ready to feel him.

You gasped and sighed as he stretched you. Steve made you feel full and satiated just from the simple action alone. His hands slid up to find yours, fingers laced together as he gently pressed them to the pillow at either side of your head.

It was breathy, your connecting bodies were punctured with sighs, whimpers and quiet moans. Your words were soft and whispered. His eyes never truly left yours. This was an Alpha loving on his Omega in every pure form.

His thrusts were slow, deep. Your hips rolling together, your body sliding up the bed as he moved in and over hou.

You were holding out, enjoying the feel of him consuming every part of you. His scent, it settled you, his warmth comforted you. His phsycial being weighed you down like a secure blanket. The taste of his tongue on yours was encompassing and delightful.

Both of you could sense the other was holding out, you could feel Steve’s self control almost thrumming around his chest and limbs.

You nuzzled his bonding mark, "together, Alpha."

He groaned and managed a breathy nod, his head moving so he could see your eyes again.

“Let go, Steve..."

He gave a low, rumbling growl and then you saw it, that flash of gold round his beautiful blue irises.

You reacted instantly, your body tightening arou d him, curling into him, your own eyes streaking that reflective gold. The connection, the bond, ignited between you and your souls connected in one universe. A galaxy surrounded your vision and it was just you, and just Steve. United.

His forehead pressed to yours as you trembled beneath him, your hands tightening in his.

You whimpered in his ear. The exhale through your nose fanning his skin. The aura grew bright and then it faded as the warmth of your release blended with his.

For a while you both lay there. Whilst he wasn’t knotted, neither of you wanted to move.

He never pulled out, never pulled away. Rather, when his senses came too and his vision returned, his arms released yours. Then those built and strong arms wrapped around you. With a nudge to his left, he rolled so you were on his chest as he lay in his back.

You sighed happily, and snuggled into him, your head tucked under his chin.

And as you lay there in his arms, the darkness of the room was comforting.

“We can go for a ride tomorrow.” Steve’s deep voice spoke, breaking the silence. “Take the horses up to the hill. Just you and me.”

“And Commando,” you moved and pressed a kiss to Steve’s chest, just above his tattoo.

“And Commando,” he chuckled, kissing your head.

You closed your eyes, a contented smile on your lips. And then, for the first time in weeks you heard the barn owl that lived in the rafters, high about the stacked haybales screeching outside.

His arms tightened just a little as you both lay there, sated, safe and satisfied..

Alpha and Omega.

Soul mates, lovers, partners, equals.

#rawhide #alpha steve rogers x you #alpha steve rogers x omega reader #alpha Steve Rogers #a/b/o au #cowboy au #avengers au #Steve Rogers #omega reader #reader insert #fanfiction #mcu

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Ironman 2 rewatch time:

- I usually skip this one on rewatches so like. I barely remember the plot.

- oooooh this is the one with the lightning guy (not Thor)

- oh so his dad worked on the reactor with Howard? Sick

- wait is this the one with Justin hammer?

- 'Please, it's not about me' if it were anyone else the ego would be annoying. However, it's not.

- oh I've just remembered this is the one with Natasha

- 'Let the record show I observed Mr hammer entering the chamber, and am wondering if and when any actual expert will be in attendance' Brutal.

- 'God bless Ironman god bless america' He's so lame.

- 'Rhodey? What?' oof.

- 'You do understand that reading a single paragraph out of context doesn't reflect the summary-' love this guy.

- ah this scene has it all. Justin being incompetent. Tony trolling everyone else and hacking the screens. Rhodey pretending to be annoyed but finding it endearing. Tony swinging people to his side and making Justin look bad at the same time. Efficiency.

- 'You want my property? You can't have it. But I did you a big favour! I have successfully privatised world peace.'

'fuck you Mr stark'

- 'I'm trying to make you CEO. Why won't you let me?' maybe because you're incapable of clearly communicating idk

- 'Its you. It's always been you' Im totally normal about these two I swear

- NATASHA

- oh god Elon musk is in this movie

- 'What is the difference between hold and cancelled?' Yes, what is?' these two are too powerful of a combination I fear

- 'I was hoping the present something at your expo.' 'Well, if you invent something that works I'll make sure to get you a spot.' tony please he's already dead

- 'I love tony stark, I mean, we're not competitors' Justin! I have good news! You're actually right about that one.

It's just. Not for the reason you think.

- The iron man suitcase is still the coolest version actually

- Here comes Pepper and happy driving recklessly towards a guy with lightning whips. I fucking love them

- 'Were you headed for me or him?' 'I was trying to scare him-' 'Because I can't tell!'

- 'Are you put of your mind?!!!! Get in the car!'

- These three are an underrated trio honestly

- SUITCASE SUIT. SUITCASE SUIT.

- Not to beat a dead horse but it all mechanically clicking into place is so much cooler than nanotech.

- Guy got hit with a car at speed. Was fine. Got hit with a car several more times. Was fine. Tony flings him to the floor. Coughs up blood. ???

- 'All I have to do is sit here and watch, and the world will consume you.' damn that goes hard

- 'Not everybody runs on batteries, Tony' pepper that's so deep. How long have you been waiting to use it?

- oh Justin this is so fucking pretentious. Even for you.

- 'I think, if I may' Justin say that one single more time and see what happens

- 'I don't know if you've been understanding everything I'm saying?' can you fucking imagine if he didn't after that whole monologue lmao

- 'You don't gotta do this alone-' 'I wish I could believe that' that hurt

- 'Thats where the pilot goes. Having a tough time finding volunteers' yeah I wonder why justin

- "Hypothetically, if this were your last birthday, how would you celebrate it?" Tony you are not subtle

- can't help but empathise with rhodey in this film. When the American government wants something you do not want to be the person refusing them. Tony can step away. Rhodey kind of can't.

- 'This is ridiculous, I just stuck my neck out for this guy!' 'I know, I know, I'll handle it, just let me handle it.' 'Handle it. Or I'm gonna have to.' We don't see these two interact much huh.

- 'Im only gonna say this once. Get out' Damn, rhodey snapped

- 'Dont miss Potts me, I'm onto you!' well yes, but actually no

- 'You wanna be the war machine? Take the shot' the fact that rhodey actually does go by war machine. Somehow I think the writer of this line was not responsible for that decision

- The complete absence of dialogue when rhodey flies away with the suit. That's so effective

#ironman 2 #mcu #rewatching

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owlbearwrites · 7 months

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Requesting some Rowan worldbuilding for WIP Wednesday this week, because I love the concept. What are some of the primary elements from Fallout and Borderlands that inspired you? Other than sci-fi, what genre do you see this being? In this future are people chill with queer relationships or is that an obstacle people are going to have to deal with? You don't have to answer all the questions but if any of them catch your fancy I would be happy to hear it. Or if there are any other random pieces of information you'd like to share!

Thank you very much for the questions, I am very excited to talk about this!

So, full disclosure, Fate is Just the Half of It grew out of a concept for a Rhack (Borderlands) fic set in the world of Fallout 4.

The main Fallout part of the inspiration is a post-apocalyptic world with people surviving in different ways and different societies, plus several factions, each of which believes they have the right idea of what the new world should be like. Also, a man-out-of-time premise for one half of the main duo, being a survivor of cryogenic freeze; and exploring the themes of identity and humanity for the other, being a digitally preserved consciousness of a pre-apocalypse person, now living in a lifelike android body.

(In short, if you know Fallout 4, RhysRowan is not quite the Sole Survivor, but in similar shoes; and Jack is a self-aware synth. Also, both these facts are revealed in chapters 1 and 2, so I'm not really spoiling here.)

So the main Borderlands influence is the main characters. Jack Howard, who refused to change his first name for this story, is inspired by Handsome Jack, albeit with a less... villainous life trajectory. Another easy way to picture Jack Howard is to take MCU's Tony Stark and never give him the existential crisis of Iron Man 1. So, brilliant industrialist, charismatic douchebag, really good at capitalism, emotionally closed off from everyone except very, very select few. And Rowan Woods, modeled after Rhys Strongfork, an ambitious young engineer who, instead of taking a technically-minded job, takes a shot at being the PA of someone he'd admired for a really long time. Wouldn't you know it, they fall in love, but then apocalypse happens.

Genre-wise, I think FiJtHoI (wow, what an acronym) will mainly feature sci-fi and romance. There's adventure, there's drama, and there will be a happy ever after.

Which brings me to the last question: are people in the future I write cool with queer relationships? Yes. Parts of the story will be set in an alternative near-ish future (late 21st century), and parts, two hundred years later. And in both of these times, queer relationships are universally accepted in my story world. (As are trans people, by the way; Rowan is a trans man.) I give my queer characters plenty of obstacles to overcome on their way to happiness, but I also like to give them a world where they can be who they are and love who they love without fear of discrimination or violence.

(That's not to say I'm writing a post-apocalyptic utopia. Other forms of prejudice may well be present: for example, differences in opinion on whether sentient AIs are deserving of human rights.)

#wip wednesday #wip wednesday game #writeblr #writers on tumblr #borderlands #fate is just the half of it #queer scifi #rowan woods #jack howard #fallout

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irondad-defensesquad · 1 year

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if you don’t mind me asking, what are your full, detailed opinions on spider no way home? (You don’t have to go into full detail if you don’t want to. I just like hearing people’s detailed criticisms about different things, it’s enlightening.)

Hi, thanks for your ask!

Admitting this is probably going to make me look like a hypocrite - and I've gotten hate for this before, believe me, but to get this out of the way:

I never watched NWH.

Ever.

I think I only saw the very first trailer, or two at best. I don't remember it well.

But it already cemented my opinion of this film.

The moment I first saw/heard the Green Goblin... I knew I would hate it.

Then they kept announcing the return of other villains, so inevitably the other two Spider-Men would be brought back, too.

When the film finally came out, I refused to see it. Everyone around me did, though, including my brother and my dad. Still, I was curious about the spoilers, but in the "disappointed but not surprised" sense. And what I read made me hate NWH even more than it was possible.

They basically KILLED MCU Peter.

They completely ignored his relationship with Tony. They erased everyone's memories of Peter, leaving him all alone in the end. They KILLED Aunt May. Basically, he doesn't have a support system.

NWH listened to the stupid dudebros in every single way possible. Peter has nobody. He's alone and traumatized. But somehow, everyone is happy! Even people who hate the MCU loved NWH!

It's so infuriating, and incredibly lonely.

Peter didn't deserve this.

Tony didn't deserve this.

May didn't deserve this.

Neither did MJ and Ned.

It's so clear that this movie isn't about its titular Peter. It's so clear that he's not the spotlight anymore. It's all about the other two Spider-Men; hence why people loved this movie and keep praising it.

But I am a fan of MCU Peter, and I DESPISE this awful excuse of a film, and I will never EVER give it any of my money or my time to see it. Nothing will convince me otherwise.

I still firmly believe that Homecoming is the best one.

#asks #anti no way home #anti nwh #death tw #long post

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its-moopoint · 1 year

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JHRC!!! No words.

Anonymous asked:

lovejustlove answered:

I will say that extreme shippers have no place in any fandom if it causes anyone to feel threatened. . . Oh…we also don’t hide behind the title of anonymous.

Anonymous:

So when shippers call Cait a liar, shit on her husband Tony, claim that Sam was with her at her father's funeral, that her baby is Sam's, that her marriage is fake or attack her for everything under the sun, none of those things are extreme? Oh . . . you do hide under the "title of anonymous", because you're having a "username - lovejustlove" which is not your real name. Anonymous is no different than username unless you use your real name. And if you were about "love just love", you'd be happy for Cait and Tony for finding love, getting married, having a child and building a long life together. That's love. Obviously, you're only about a fantasy love made up to please you and others like you.

lovejustlove answered:

First of all let’s address the anonymity. I’m not hiding my name to go to other peoples pages and try to stir up trouble or to convince anyone that they should believe what I do. That’s what I’m seeing from many people that go anonymous, you included. Not all of them, some have given some really good insights and evidence of what we believe. Many of us here do know each others names. This name was chosen because there is already too much hate and division in the world. We should always strive to love. Now about calling Cait a liar, it’s pretty well documented that she isn’t always truthful concerning her relationship, nor is Sam. Not believing that Tony is her real husband doesn’t mean I’m shitting on him. I try my best to be respectful. Maybe he’s a great guy, a good friend of hers, a good PA …..🤷🏻‍♀️ who knows. If I had seen even one picture of Caitriona and Tony acting like they were the loves of each others lives I would be glad they were happy together. I’ve dug pretty deep and haven’t found any that even remotely look like they are in love or happily married.

Pictures with Cait and Sam looking at each other that way…I couldn’t begin to count how many of those I’ve seen. In pictures their body language alone speaks volumes. They are truly head over heels in love and it shows. Soulmates.

As for Sam being at the funeral, it’s right there on camera. If you can’t see that it’s Sam it’s because you don’t want to see it. This newest little baby isn’t Caits first. Go back and do some looking on your own. Pictures don’t lie and there are many of them out there that clearly show she’s been pregnant a few times before. IF they were from her pretend husband she would have been open about them.

There would be no need to hide. I hope this helps to clear up any of your accusations!

WHAT A LOAD OF PURE CRAP LMFAO

This loon should accept the only thing truly well documented is Tait's wedding. With an official certificate from the GRO that anyone can get a copy of and that many actually got and saw with their own eyes.

So you and your stupid bunch choose to hide your head under the sand instead of looking at her wedding , her companies, her house and her new and only son.

You accuse her of lying about it all and hide it all while it's you that are pretending reality is different than your desired fairytale.

It disgusts me beyond reason that all these folks refuse to see anything beyond the tales they come up with. Names and all. Folks who know each other here are the biggest fandom trolls making stuff and lying.

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Mamma mia here we go again

Romeo Montague. So fey. So feminine. So gender non-conforming. Not masculine at all.

Not even when he complained how Rosaline will not “ope her lap to saint-seducing gold” and just how awful and an utter “waste” her staying a virgin is. Not when he decided to climb the Capulet garden wall, listen to Juliet’s monologue, and reveal himself to her. Not when in his private soliloquy he wanted Juliet to cast off her ~vestal livery and not be a ~virgin to the ~moon anymore. Not when he joked with Mercutio and Benvolio that his “pump [dick]” was “well flow’red.” Not when he fought and killed Tybalt. Not when he threatened his servant with dismemberment if he interfered with his suicide. And not when he fought and killed Paris…while calling him boy.

Multiple characters express how feminine he is!!1!!1

Mercutio (1) snarks about how Romeo has been pussified because he spends all his time mooning over Rosaline. After his bawdy game of wits with Romeo, however, Mercutio is reassured that Romeo has seemingly returned to the bro fold (“There art thou Romeo”). When Tybalt comes to challenge Romeo, Mercutio fully expects Romeo to fight Tybalt (“he’ll be your follower”) and is shocked and outraged when he refuses.

And, er, that’s it? Capulet calls him a “portly gentleman” and Benvolio firmly believes that Romeo “would answer” Tybalt’s duel. Tybalt and Paris “boy” him, I think. When Romeo breaks down, the Friar derides his tears “as womanish” but expresses genuine shock at his (implied to be) unusual behavior—“I had thought thy disposition better tempered.” As in, more masculine.

Adaptations keep denying him femininity he has in the text!!1!!11

You mean the famous Zeffirelli movie which introduced a soft-spoken Leonard Whiting lolling up the street with a flower in his hand? Or the popular Baz Lurhmann movie with a more trigger-happy but still fey Leo DiCaprio in a Hawaiian shirt, writing angsty poetry in the sunset while smoking a cigarette? Or the classic West Side Story who cast a gay actor as Tony for the stage adaptation and a sweet-tempered Richard Beymer, even though Beymer argued (unsuccessfully) with the director to play Tony with the streetwise cred his edgy character backstory demanded? Or Presgurvic’s neo-classic Romeo et Juliette musical, which cast what has to be the almost ideal mix of masculine and feminine in a young delicious Damien Sargue. Why do adaptations keep masculinizing poor Romeo like this???!!!

Juliet is so masculine!!1!1!

Like when she changed her mind about Romeo swearing on the moon, and then not the moon, and then not swearing at all. Or when Juliet also broke down wailing when she heard of Romeo’s banishment, claiming it was worse than if Romeo, her parents, Tybalt, and the Nurse were all dead. Or when she made cute rhymes of Romeo and rosemary when she gushed to the Nurse, who was so tickled pink she told Romeo about it. Or how Juliet blushes easily, per the Nurse—“there goes the wanton blood up thy cheeks, they’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.” Or when she tells Romeo that he is the “god of [her] idolatry.”

The symbolism/imagery subverts Elizabethan gendered imagery!1!!1!1

Like when Romeo describes Juliet as “fair,” with her “white hand,” hanging like “a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear” and how this light/fair/white imagery is consistent with both Elizabethan love poetry and beauty standards for women, with “sun” (in this context) being a natural extension of this pattern. Or when Juliet also describes Romeo in the exact same way such as in “my lord” and “knight” and “mansion” and not with any other feminine-coded imagery. Or when she talks about how Romeo’s face in the heavens will make the night so bright no one will give a fuck anymore about daylight. It’s so subversive, it’s inclusive!

They just get each other, so T4T!!1!1!

Yeah, because they are literally the Shakespearean embodiment of The Office “show me the difference between these two pictures/there is no difference” meme. Not because they are gender non-conforming. If anything, their lack of gender non-conformity very much contributes to their tragedy. Had they been willing to really think outside the societal expectation box, they would have high-tailed it out of Verona together.

In Arthur Brooke’s narrative poem, which Shakespeare adapted for his R&J, Juliet suggests disguising herself as a man and joining Romeus in exile (!!!) but Romeus shuts that down, saying it’d be too dangerous and impractical. The fact that Shakespeare did not have his R&J even entertain that possibility—literally a recurring Shakespearean trope in his comedies—speaks volumes. Volumes.

#romeo and juliet #rj clown takes #r&j clown takes #mamma mia here we go again #rj click not so much because they are gender non-comforming but because they are alike in personality and love clownery #rj are drawn realistically like most boys and most girls #in that they have both ‘masculine’ and ‘feminine’ sides #there are few people who are completely feminine or completely masculine #shakespeare was clear-sighted enough to see that #r&j meta #rj meta #are the gays okay

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kurtzbergsiblings · 1 year

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

the runaway princess

Whether your father is trying to marry you, an uncle is trying to poison you, or you're simply yearning for freedom, you have decided to shape your identity by fleeing the paradoxically restrictive life of royal comfort. Cross-dressing is not required, but always welcome.

The long-suffering knight

“Lancelot is: […] Probably sadistic or he would not have taken such frightful care to be gentle. […] 6. Ferociously punitive to his own body. He denies it and slave-drives it. 7. Devoted to ‘honour,’ which he regards as keeping promises and ‘having a Word.’ He tries to be consistent. 8. Curiously tolerant of other people who do not follow his own standards. He was nor shocked by the lady who was naked as a needle. 9. Not without a sense of humour. It was a good joke dressing up as Kay. And he often says amusing things. 10. Fond of being alone. 11. Humble about his athleticism: not false modesty. 12. Self-critical. Aware of some big lack in himself. What was it? 13. Subject to pity, cf. no. 3. 14. Emotional. He is the only person Mallory mentions as crying from relief. 15. Highly strung: subject to nervous breakdowns. 16. Yet practical. He ends by dealing with the Guinevere situation pretty well. He is a good man to have with you in a tight corner. […]18. Human. He firmly believes that for him, it is a choice between God and Guinevere, and he takes Guinevere. He says: This is wrong and against my will, but I can’t help it. […] People he was like: 1. Lawrence of Arabia, 2. A nice captain of the cricket, 3. Parnell, 4. Sir W Raleigh, 5. Hamlet, 6. Me, 7. Prince Rufant, 8. Montros, 9. Tony Ireland or Von Simm […] or whatever, 10. Any mad man, 11. Adam.” — TH White.

Torn between guilt and devotion, he represents the late medieval anxiety of whether equal devotion to one's lady and one's liege is possible. He loves both, so he must lose both. He can only end the story happy if he either refuses to indulge his temptation or leaves this world – either for heaven or the fairy realm.

Tagged by: Stolen!

Tagging: @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah @oughtabeinpxctures @deafandstoned @birdhouse-in-thesoul @percentstardust @popularmxnster

(and to all of you, choose whatever muse you like, even if they’re on a different blog than what I tagged 😉)

And everyone else!

#about lucy #about harrison

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hoolequinn · 2 years

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Cap-Ironman Rec Week Day 5

The theme for Cap-IM rec week day 5 is Fix-It Friday! So here are some of my fav fix its, for 616 Civil War, MCU Civil War, 1872, and Avengers Endgame:

The Phone by @avengersnewb

Tony hates the flip phone Steve sends him, but he keeps it close at all times, and it never rings until it finally does and the news might help put things into perspective - Captain America : Civil War fix-it. or The phone can't take the place of your smile.

almeno tu nell’universo by @silkspectred

Tony drives off.

Well, he wants to.

But he can’t.

Because.

Steve Rogers is in front of his car.

Steve fucking Rogers. Is in front of Tony’s fucking car.

Come to me by night by Mireille

Tony hasn't seen Steve since Siberia, and he's happy about that. He doesn't miss Steve, obviously, or wish their relationship had ended differently. But when Steve turns up on his doorstep, injured and pleading for Tony to help him rescue his team from a Hydra cell in Lichtenbad, Tony agrees, on one condition: after this, they're done. When this is over, he never wants to see or hear from Steve again.

Death by a thousand cuts by DispiritedSpitfire

Twitter Prompt: "Imagine if Steve hugged Tony in Siberia instead of fighting back."

Down in Lonesome Town by @resurrectedhippo

“Why do I always find my way back to you?”

Maybe Tony didn’t necessarily return to Steve, but fate is a funny little thing, and after living a life of loss, Steve wants something that’s his to keep.

After the universe is restored, Steve is lost without any direction. Retiring from the Avengers, he moves across the country and ends up building a house by a misty blue lake. Across the bridge is Tony Stark’s new workshop.

moonlit horizons by @msermesth

Tony doesn't believe in magic, but that hasn't stopped Timely's latest visitor from making him an offer he won't refuse.

and so begins by romanoff

After Tony's death, Steve is adrift. He carries Tony's body, and thinks: I never said thank you.

Formerly by @laireshi

A week ago, he touched Steve at night. A week ago, he kissed him. A week ago, Steve kissed him back.

(A week ago Steve was dead, and Tony deleted his brain.)

I don’t have a choice (but I’d still choose you) by @frostfall

There’s a name inked onto his chest, a name written in an all-too familiar scrawl. And it’s— It’s—

Steve doesn’t realize his body is quaking until he’s tracing the tattoo with a shaky finger.

Because of course that is the name etched into the skin. Like a brand, a reminder for everything he has done. An appropriate retribution.

Anthony Edward Stark.

(When Thanos snaps half of the universe away, he unknowingly leaves the other half with soulmarks.)

Re-Take by @inukagome15

This shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Everything was wrong, and all he wanted was to make it right.

Because that was what they did.

If Steve just had a second chance, he could fix everything.

#capimrecweek #stony #stevetony #captain america #Iron Man

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itsthemysterykids · 2 years

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"Want any Camp Camp quotes? Just ask" -itsthemysterykids June 4th 2022. "Yes please!" -Me June 3th 2022

Dipper: Who’s gonna threaten us into submission?

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Lili: I'm not here to make friends, Mabel. I'm here because camp is where kids are sent when their parents don't want to deal with them. Why do you think we return the favor when they hit seventy?

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Coraline: Well guys, I hope we all learned something today.

Lili: Oh, no. I hope YOU learned, Coraline. I hope you learned that before today, you only had one little bastard to deal with. But now you've got three.

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Lili: No! You're gonna get taken advantage of by the 1%! Rage against the machine, fight the power, 9/11!

Norman: Progressive buzzwords can’t save you now.

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Dipper: Mabel, she's just using you! She just uses people!

Coraline: Don't listen to him, Mabel!

Mabel: It's okay, Coraline! I know you would never do that!

Coraline: No, its true, just don't listen to him Mabel! I need you on my side!

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Stan: And, what brings you fine ladies to this completely normal summer camp?

Lucille: Why… Our precious grandson, Wyborne, of course.

Wybie: I said call me Wybie!

Stan: So you two are…

Wybie: My cool gay grandmas. *High-fives his grandmothers and poses* Aw, yeah!

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Mabel: All I want is for you guys to have as much fun as I did when I was a Mystery camper. Is that really too much to ask?

Lili: I refuse to believe someone as happy as you can possibly exist.

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Mabel: Ooooohhh~ There's a place I know that's tucked away, a place where you and I can stay, where we can go to laugh and play and have adventures every day! I know it sounds hard to believe but guys and gals it's true, Camp Mystery is the place for me and-

Wybie: The kids are gone.

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Neil: Oh no! Rule 1: No backing down! Look out world. I’m hard and Im coming! Whether he likes it or not, Dipper is going to let me in! *Tries to badass kick down the door* … Ow.

Lili: … So, does he wanna help Dipper, or fuck him?

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Lili: Hey guys! I found it! I found the bird!

Raz: Really?

Lili: Yep. It’s right here. *Holds up her middle finger*

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Wybie: MOTHERFUCKER! Lili you don't crank SHIT! Get down from there, Neil!

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Wybie: *Holding the platypus by its’ tail* Why do you people always have to make things weird and complicated?

Coraline: Well, I mean, I think this is all pretty normal.

Wybie: … I need more aspirin.

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Mabel: So once, there was this girl that no one really understood-

Raz: So help me if this involves vampire romance!

Mabel: I-it could've been werewolves! You dunno!

Lili: Here's a horror story, go look at the job market you're dealing with once this camp shuts down.

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Wybie: Nope. We're boned.

Rando: Fear not, sweet Wyborne. Once you work for the Wood Scouts, the only man you'll have to deal with in your life is me. *Wraps his arm around Wybie*

Wybie: Oh, Jesus Christ! Campers, we are winning that fucking trophy!

Neil: How the hell do we do that?!

Mabel: By overcoming our differences and working toge-

Wybie: NO! Shut up. You are not going to work together.

Dipper: We're not?

Wybie: No! You're all terrible at it! But we've got something they don't.

Lili: Sub-par indoor plumbing?

Wybie: We've got the most bizarre collection of campers with niche talents and ridiculously specific skill sets Gravity Falls has ever seen! And sub-par indoor plumbing!

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Raz: That's the end of Act I. Intermission time. GO GET SOME SNACKS!

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Raz: Yes Dipper! Loving the passion but feeling a little too on the nose. I need you to sell it to me without saying it to me. Lets do it again, but maybe try to bury your motivations in a *Dipper chokes him* ...bit...more...subtext.

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Norman: How am I supposed to make EDGY ART without an authority figure to rebel against!?

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Mabel: YEAH! Space is our turf motherfu-

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Raz: Fab-u-lous! This is the kind of house I'll live in after my 'Hamilton, But With Jazz' musical wins all those Tony's

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Coraline: Woah, check out the balls on new kid.

Neil: *Looks down* Where?

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Coraline: Lady-sickness. My mom used to get that all the time.

Neil: How do you cure it?

Coraline: EDGE CLOSER TO DEATH.

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Wybie: Heeeyy...Mabel?

Mabel: Yes, Wybie?

Wybie: WAKE UP AND SMELL THE KOOL-AID

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Mr. Cipher: *Scoffs* I think I'm pretty resistant to Kool-Aid poisoning at this point. I just can't eat dairy anymore. You know what that's like, Dipper? NO ICE CREAM!?

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Mr. Cipher: You see, Dipper. The last time I was unfortunate enough to have met you, you got me introspective. Where did I go wrong..? So, after a lengthy conversation with Xemüg, I came to a personal realization. In the pursuit of eternal salvation for Humanity, I've forgotten to salvage myself! And my idea of self care? KILLING Dipper!

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Wybie: Thank you, Mr. Pines. Under my rule, I VILL MAKE CAMP MYSTERY GREAT AGAIN!

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Wybie: Remember your place, Stanford. I am in charge today. Now, what seemed to be the problem? There is a missing child?

Ford: What?! No! I’m sure this is a misunderstanding. ‘Missing’ is such a strong word. I’m sure Neil is just… Hiding!

Stan: Ford! I swear to God, if you lost-

Ford: BECAUSE WE ARE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK!

Wybie: Someone is hiding from camp activities? Unacceptable! We will make an example of him! LET THE HUNT BEGIN! *Thunder crash*

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Lili: Where are your papers?

Norman: … Uh, I'm not quite sure what you mean.

Lili: Your papers, vhere are they? It's a very simple question, Norman… You are only hurting yourself by lying.

Norman: … Oh. Oh, you want more construction paper!

Lili: Ja, vhat did you think I meant? I'm not some sort of secret police or something

—

Mabel: Dipper! You must believe!

Coraline: Yeah, Dipper! Believe in the magic!

Raz: Believe or I’m punch you!

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Wybie: I think we can all agree that I am the best camper.

Coraline: Hold up! I thought we agreed that I was the best camper! I’m the coolest.

Lili: But I’m the most powerful!

Raz: No, I’m the most powerful!

Neil: Yet I’m the most adorable!

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Lili: Back off! I only bully Dipper Tuesdays, Thursdays, and non-denominational holidays. I understand he celebrates the Sabbath.

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Raz: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the greatest trick of all! Getting a cynical, close-minded asshole to believe in magic!

#coraline #mystery kids #paranorman #gravity falls #psychonauts #the mystery kids #ask stuff #answered ask #camp camp #incorrect quotes

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Episode 11: "Jack holds all the power in this vote. Jack. God help us all."—eman

In this round: Kaleigh wins Wordle; Zee immediately re-finds her idol; Tony and Michael are left at tribal council without votes; Kaleigh steals Eman's 1/2 of the Guac is Extra vote they shared with Alex; Michael is Public Enemy #1 for destroying the seven alliance; Zee is somehow playing from the bottom in an alliance of 5 people out of the remaining 9; and the Core 4 alliance loses a member when Colin is sent home

Champ

Phone on 3% so this is short and sweet, um yeah Michael you went from goat to actually making a move! Congrats!!!!! Just upset it was at Kolby’s expense… #justiceforkolby #IWillComeForYouMichael

Jack

Michael

Oooooh boyyyyyy we pulled it off, it's fun to actually do a survivor thing. This vote isn't going to be as simple as we think, I'm sure that the other side is organize a vote against me. If I go out now I'm happy that I made a successful move instead of riding to the end of the game on someone else's ingenuity and success.

Colin

i've been on such a HIGH since last tribal. holy shit I can't believe that worked.

god bless Michael. he really made that move and it's HIS to claim, I don't wanna take it away from him. but I feel like Kaleigh, Alex, Michael, and I collaborated so well and everything went PERFECTLY.

we FLUSHED ZEE'S IDOL and then GOT RID OF KOLBY. I had a suspicion that Zee did have an idol so I'm glad I was right and we got rid of it. I just hope she doens't have any more.

the current plan is to pull in Jack and vote out Eman. it's gonna be a lil difficult because Jack did approach us last round to work with us, but we didn't know how much we could trust him. he ended up actually being honest, but then showing his whole ass by being the ONLY vote for Eman. it's nice to know that he was being honest, but now I hope he's willing to continue to work with us now.

the plan is to vote Eman and use an extra vote just as a safeguard in case Jack doesn't trust us now. the scary part is that I have no idea who the other side is voting, so if Eman gets idoled, or if they have any extra votes, we have no idea who they're targeting. we now have TWO IDOLS to spare but I don't wanna waste them and potentially still be wrong. it's a toughie!

Alex

What a fucking wild 48 hours. Jack flipping??? WHAT? That wasn't the move I necessarily wanted to make but it's the move I trusted could successfully happen. I wanted to trust Jack so badly but I just wasn't sure. Going from not talking game at all to hey here's the entire plan they had?? It felt too good to be true! And I told him that when we talked post-tribal so hopefully he'll still trust me/us going forward. But also again maybe that's what you can get when you talk real world with someome and not just game. I do genuinely really like Jack! He's fun and has a fully different energy he's bringing to the game. Plus he's the only person from the other half who even attempted to talk to me today so I kind of hate we did that to him. But if Astyn hadn't stolen Michael's vote I feel like we could have actually taken out Eman. But now we've got the Core 4 + Jack MAYBE? Jack's gonna get to be a swing vote now and he still knows Champ IRL (something neither of them know Kaleigh and I know) and I could see Kolby sending me a disadvantage, so we'll see what happens next. That vote genuinely was not personal. But if Kolby was refusing to talk to me because either Eman, Zee, or Champ made him think I flipped and he didn't feel like even trying to verify, I'm not complaining we got him out. Was my voting message a little villainous? Yeah. But also he thought I was a villain so hey why not lean into it?

I FEEL LIKE I STILL HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO TALK ABOUT. We got Zee to burn her idol when they were trying to do that to us which is amaaaazing. I don't remember who pointed out that if we stole Zee's vote she'd probably play her idol (Michael?) but fucking GENIUS. I still wonder if Eman has the Maracas idol (which is also why I was nervous about Jack's plan) but at least now Zee maybe doesn't? Unless she immediately found the merge idol. IDK! I should have gone to the water well tonight! ALSO, I got votes! And Champ straight up lied to me about "having me". Giiirl. AND I still have to choose who I think will win next challenge AND could still maybe do the beware advantage that Kaleigh got. Idk. I actually feel like I have options in this game again after last tribal but again I don't want to be too optimistic. No one from the other 4 have reached out and I don't expect them to other than maybe Eman so our majority feels tenuous at best rn. But hey, made it another day, and I'll take that. I'm just glad I got to not game tonight and actually feel fully present with my friends I'm out camping with.

I should have pushed for splitting the votes on Eman and Kolby and said it was worth the risk of going home to have Jack fully trust us. I should have used my Gamble Advantage on Kaleigh like I initially planned to. I think I'm gonna transfer it to Kaleigh because hindsight is feeling Not Great tonight. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Eman

I'm not complaining. I'm not. This is great. I just have one question.

HOW THE HELL AM I STILL ALIVE?

I mean, I would've voted me out by this point.

That said, I'm also more determined than ever to win, so there's that.

I am also trying to figure out whomst I can really trust. And it might boil down to Champ and Zee--in that order.

Unless I can figure out what the hell happened b/t Michael & Tony. I mean . . . did Michael make the move independent of Tony or is there more going on there. Cuz I'm not gonna get played for a fool.

I'm loyal to those I'm loyal to, but if you fuck me, I'm gonna fuck you harder.

After whinging about the *hard* parts of the game for the past few days, I have to drop a bit of a paean, and why I keep coming back, and it's the friendships

A breathless Skype call with Champ last night that moved from the game to a multitude of other topics, a chat with Zee this morning where we talked again about the game and then about anything but.

Jack DMing me last night to apologize and say we'd still be friends IRL (and the funny thing is I *do* take his betrayal less personally than I have so many others in past games.

I'm sad about Kolby--wish I coulda been on the call to say goodbye.

So, yeah, that's what keeps me coming back; it's the friendships.

After all, it's not like we're playing for real money - but as I learned in Girl Scouts, friendship is more precious than gold.

Just realized Jack holds all the power in this vote.

Jack.

God help us all.

Tony

The final 9! Didn’t think I was gonna make it this far tbh. I’m learning now that people don’t perceive me as a threat and perhaps see me at the bottom of the tribe. I have been working pretty closely with Champ and Eman, but I also want to work with Michael to the end. I’m obviously conflicted on the situation! I’m gonna keep my votes neutral for now, but I’m obviously gonna have to make a flip sooner or later

Kaleigh

WELL I HAVE IMMUNITYYYY thanks to alex tossing his extra 10% gamble advantage thing on me. i also found an idol with alex’s help and told him about it - the notification of getting the idol said “this cannot be stolen from you” which … makes it sound like it can’t be stolen from me…. but trinica clarified after i told alex and colin that it CAN be stolen from me j not randomly - like.. knowledge is power would work but someone couldn’t just grab it outta my… virtual pockets LMFAOOO OKAAAYY. so. anyway. i told colin and alex so they know about the idol. i think i’m playing knowledge is power to steal eman’s half of their shared extra vote w alex tonight just as insurance for in case jack decides to vote with champ/zee/tony/eman.

alex transferred his challenge gamble whatever adv to me cuz he’s scared he’s going home and i’m like bro if ur going home take my money so u can send me advantages in purgatory LMFAOOO so i sent him my $60 but also we have an idol? TWO idols cuz colin has one. but would they target alex AGAIN? god fuck idk. i think michael must be the decoy vote cuz jack said zee said she wants michael out. i don’t like how there’s no like community activity to potentially repair awkward betrayals or w/e. like group challenges before were chill we all hopped on a call and got to chat a lil. now it’s like… there’s literally several ppl who havent spoken to me in DAAAAYSSS. and it’s just a bummer! oh well.

i still havent told anyone about my steal a vote. but michael/colin/alex know about knowledge is power and colin/alex know about idol. i’m also thinking more about like when it’s down to SEVEN and SIX and FIVE… if i’m even still here lol but like… i feel good w colin and alex right now and colin said he wants us as final 3 which makes me nervous but like.. I WOULD BE FUCKING GOOD WITH THAT IF I COULD RLY TRUST IT. like i would legit love to stay loyal to the two of them and get us all 3 to the end of the game. but maybe i feel that way bc i’d potentially win if we all 3 were at the end? altho probably not cuz i think colin and alex’s social games are actually sm better than mine LOLLL IDEK god. i bought a survivor pack of cigarettes and it’s gone now and i miss it. i might go buy more cigarettes LOL it’s my only vice!!!!! this game is driving me mad!

anyway the vote tonight is we’re putting all our shit on eman and hoping they dont have an idol or w/e. cuz i think eman being gone will maybeeeee free up tony and potentially even champ to work with us. altho i rly dont think tony likes me LMAO gotta be careful!!! god. i know i’m not going home tonight cuz i won immunity but i’m not any less nervous than i was last tribal. i have to get my work done before this shit pops off i only have two hours!

Zee

Ok so last tribal was absolutely wild. I got asked a question about Jury Management and tbh I don’t exactly know how to Jury manage so I answered honestly about it. Colin however, decided that he wanted to chime in on this subject during his answer to HIS tribal council question. He said something along the lines of “when Zee was talking about how she didn’t know how to Jury manage, I think that’s the most honest thing she’s said this entire game.” Which is quite honestly rude, and kinda BS at the same time. Have I told a couple small lies, yes, this is true. But in general I’ve been honest about it all, when I say that things have been massively dead or that nobody is talking to me, it’s because that’s what’s been happening. If I don’t want someone to know something, I’m not going to lie about it, I’m just not going to say it. Which I guess I can hear the argument “oh lying by omission is still lying” but at the same time, my tribemates are not the confessional box, and they’re not a diary to whom I’m supposed to tell everything to. You can’t make everyone on the Jury happy, it’s nearly impossible. Sometimes, people are left out of the vote. For the Raffy vote, the people I didn’t tell were the people who appeared closest to him from an outside perspective. Not even about friendships outside the game, within the game the people who appeared closest to Raffy were Astyn, Colin, Alex, Steven, and Kaleigh. Colin and Astyn had been in an alliance with Raffy pre-merge according to Colin, and so it seemed like, at least after the saving people challenge, like they were still close. Steven and Colin also kept saving each other, and Alex was mostly speculation, but it just appeared that he could be working with Raffy. Sometimes you just get vibes from people. I genuinely was going to apologize to Kaleigh after, however from nearly all of them I was only met with passive aggressive messages, and votes. I seem to be target number one, especially with Michael stealing my vote. I’m playing from the bottom currently, but I guess that’s just another notch to my crazy game.

If we’re going to talk about jury management, let’s talk about the treatment of the three left out, after those tribals. First off, I never got a straight apology from most of them. Colin gave a pretty decent apology but it still wasn’t great. I apologized and gave my reasoning for the Raffy vote MULTIPLE TIMES. I did get a shit ton of passive aggressive comments though, so how would that make me, as a jury member, feel? Additionally, ignoring me all day the day of the wordle challenge(which i didn’t do great at but then again I’m also not good at regular wordle, so) and most of the day today before tribal, it’s just kind of lame. To be fair, Colin spoke to me a little, but it honestly seems like an attempt at jury management after lashing out. Alex and Kaleigh have said a total of z-z-z-zerooooo. But look, Colin isn’t afraid to poison the jury, and neither am I. However, I have a dilemma. This stems from the fact that I FUCKING FOUND ANOTHER IDOL. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I literally went down path 6 on the idol hunt, and since the merge I’ve only really gotten disadvantages, so I was like “oh this bitch about to be a -20% disadvantage, for sure.” But then Trinica was like “you found an immunity idol” and I was like ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. Out loud, I said that out loud. Had a couple minutes of disbelief but when I wrote to the hosts I was composed, of course. Oh and I did send that reaction meme lol, that shit was pretty funny.

Eman messaged me and said that they want to get Colin or Michael. Haven’t heard from Champ, Jack, or Tony, but they all seem to be voting w/Eman, and Jack and Champ and I have our little alliance which, allegedly Jack will be loyal to it, but idk. It kind of seems like he’s the extra vote right now to either side, he’s honestly in a very good position. But here’s my thing. I have the dilemma of either using my idol and not getting any votes or not needing to again. OR, I run the risk of going to purgatory with my idol. Do I think I could win my way back from Purgatory? Yes, most likely I do. Champ and Jack allegedly are going to transfer me some of their money before tribal so if I go I can buy advantages or disadvantages and send them back into the game, so we’ll see what happens. Anyway, I’ll probably write more after tribal. I’m nervous and probably going home, so at least it’s not a blindside.

Tribal Council

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Votes:

Lost Votes: Tony, Michael

Alex: Eman (I’m sorry. This vote isn’t personal. I just think you’re playing a damn good game.)

Colin: Eman (I’m shaking in my boots)

Kaleigh: eman (<3 hope you slay purgatory & eat lots of ramen)

Champ: Colin (I know I’m gonna be on the bottom of this vote)

Zee: Colin (This is what people said to do, so it’s what I’m doing)

Eman: Colin (I dig you, boo, but I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Nothing personal.)

Jack: Colin (you’re a great player! Don’t be too bitter on jury)

Kaleigh’s Extra Vote: eman

Zee (Michael’s Stolen Vote): Colin

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General Ross laughed—a raspy, weak thing and his hair seemed even grayer in the low light. “Decades, Stark. Decades in service. I believed in that shit. Had to.” He looked down at his bandaged hand and downed the alcohol in a gulp. Tony’s brow furrowed. He had known the General in a professional capacity for a long time. This was…different. Tony poured him another shot; half, this time. “It’s easy to get caught up in it. The movies, the video reels, the parades. The museums filled with history labeled as ‘American Greatness.’ The first successfully enhanced human on known record was a 6-foot-something, blonde haired and blue-eyed white man and all of it is the first thing you see when you wake up until you shut your eyes at night in a bedroom full of memorabilia. Pledging Allegiance to a flag before you’re able to form abstract thoughts. It’s all you know. And it’s a damn good story—so good and pervasive you never even begin to think. Your family’s been doing this for, what? How long?” “One of the first colonists—served with Washington himself,” came the mumbled reply. “Mm. I get it. But then you grow—start looking outside the box. You begin to hear the rumors; you hear the disturbing, gut wrenching things done for country and corporate interests. You learn about the rape, the killings, the kidnappings, the human trafficking, the burnings, the genocide, the greed…the drive to consume everything—people, land, capital. And then you wonder about your place in furthering that destruction. All that effort and sweat…for what? I’ve read the classified reports, General; just as you have. And the two of us…well, we made our decisions in the name of Empire.” “Tch. You sound like my daughter.” “She’s a very intelligent lady.” “That’s all her mother. Smarter than my ass, at any rate. Refused to join JROTC and buried her head in biology books instead. The Old Man had his own ideas about women serving so he didn’t get on her like he did me before he went six feet under at Arlington. I was sort of relieved to be honest—at least she wouldn’t end up like…Elias.” Tony noted the name but knew better than to follow that thread. Instead, he said, “So you’ve had your doubts for a while.” “Naw… …well. …Perhaps. Perhaps. But what else could I do?” “When you got a hard ass parent breathing ~legacy~ down your neck? It’s difficult to do much else. You keep on because to do otherwise would be to admit your family shed blood and died for…that. You’d have to acknowledge that you’re way more comfortable with atrocities than you’d care to admit. That your loved ones have died and you’ve wasted decades on…horror. That was how that line went, wasn’t it? 'The horror—the horror.’” “Hn. Hated that movie.” “I imagine it made you uncomfortable. I did prefer the book myself although both are phenomenal. On the other hand I am a sucker for Marlon Brando. Ooh, he was a fine specimen in his prime.” Tony sighed and adjusted himself better on the aging barstool. “I’m not saying this to rub salt into wounds because I’m not any better. When I started making weapons I had no real idea about life or death. I was in grade school. But I was good at it, it made Howard happy, so I built away. Then when I was old enough to know better? I, too, kept on keeping on. And who knows how long I would have if I hadn’t, finally, gotten a taste of my own medicine. Until I was the one being shot at—until I was the one with shrapnel tearing up my insides. Until I was being dumped head first into filthy water. I didn’t pull any triggers, and, sure, if not me then someone else would have filled the void…but the thing is those hypotheticals don’t change a goddamn thing. I can’t put that shit on any one else. And now here I am sitting on the spoils of wars, with a daughter of my own and I think about all those other daughters who…well.” Tony trailed off, eyes on the bottle in his hand. It would be easy to go right back into what he knew. Terrible for him and other people, but comfortable. Known. Every day was a struggle in breaking new ground and he wondered if there would be a time there wouldn’t be. “You think stepping out of the game will cleanse your soul?” Ross sounded curious, not sarcastic. Tony had an inkling he wasn’t asking for Tony’s sake. “I wish I had a better answer than no. Decades of being the Merchant of Death doesn’t get cleared away by a year of playing nice and giving away smartphones. That’ll be a part of my identity until I die and long after—I’ve got to make peace with that.” “Then why bother? When you’re in so deep-” The General cut himself off and his hand had closed into a fist. It shook from the force of his grip. Tony pulled his gaze away to rest on the worn grain of the wood beneath his fingertips. “I believe…now, at least, that you do the right thing because it’s the right thing. You grow, listen to others…fuck up, take your licks, learn. And at the end of it all you hopefully do better. My family plays a part—an important one. But I…I’ve got to put in the work. Me.” Ross sighed, long and heavy. “You know you don’t have to, Stark. You’re so loaded your grandchildren’s grandchildren won’t have to work a day in their lives. You could give that suit of yours to someone else and take a backseat. Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes would be exceptional. Even I can’t fault his record.” “Yeah…I’m wrestling with that, too. But it’s not just me, General. You could retire tomorrow. And with your record you’ll be buried in so much metal I could make another suit from it.” Ross snorted at that. He toyed with the shot glass before setting down and pushing it away. The old CRT hanging from the wall in the corner showed a replay of yesterday’s baseball game. Howard used to promise to take him to one—never did. Something was always more important. “If you know about Project Rebirth then you know about…what else is out there, I’m guessing.” “I know we’re not alone.” “I just wanted our kids to be safer, Stark. That’s all—that’s all. Then it all got twisted up and fucked.” Ross paused. “I chose Blonsky because he was one of us—he understood the life. Highly decorated—well trained. He was on our side. But what came out of him was an abomination. It makes you think, Stark; makes you really think.” “Abomination. Fitting.” The silence between them stretched miles. The bartender was humming along with the juke—some old country thing where the singer probably lost his woman, house, farm, and dog and not even in that order. The General suddenly asked, “You a fan of Captain America?” “Hated him. But those’re my daddy issues talking.” “I used to look up to him. Old Man served in the Second World War and told me all about his exploits. I used to think, 'that’s it.’ That’s proof that everything we stand for is right. And if we had more of him? It would be better for everyone. Conflicts would end so much quicker with less bloodshed. And if they were hurt they would be able to heal. No more corpses being left out to bake and swell in the sun.” “That would suck for the other guys, considering our track record with war crimes. But as long as America’s dominance is assured, am I right?” “You and I both know that war’s inevitable, but if—no. No.” Ross pressed his fingers against closed eyes. “That’s that old fool in me flapping his gums. All I’ve done was cause…hurt.” “The road to Hell.” “Heh, indeed.” Ross ran a hand over his mouth. “I’ve seen some shit, Thunderbolt. It made me question what we’re really doing on this dirt ball hurtling through space.” “What are we doing…hm,” Ross murmured. “What am I doing? What if it’s too late for me?” “Figured you were the type to rest when you’re dead.” “…I thought the same. But when you catch on that you’ve become what you’ve hated—shit, maybe you’ve been projecting all along.” Ross turned to face him, finally, with his brow furrowed. “Now I’m not one to get all touchy or sit with these sort of things, and God knows it’s not like I could have told this to anyone else—they’d have thought I’d’ve lost it.” “Happy to be a sounding board for your thoughts, General.” “You have given me a lot to think about, I suppose. But why are you here, Stark? Really? "Like I said, General. Most I can do is work on doing better. Eventually, we will, all of us will, have to question what it really means being American; or, I should say, being human.”

Have Time — Will Travel by flower-of-el (NibelungVelocity)

#wow unexpected convo between tony and ross #like seriously #tony trying to understand him #mcu fanfiction #ironstrange #before reading this I didn't realize Tony and Ross can have something in common

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salchat · 3 years

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#tony stark #happy tony and i refuse to believe any different #iron man #marvel #marvel fanart #oil pastels

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hey! so i love wanda and i was wondering if you could write one kind of enemies to lovers or something like that where reader and wanda don't get along well, jealous scene or maybe a very suggestive fight. very angst but happy fluffy ending please

Enemies to lovers owns my whole gay heart and I CANNOT write it without there being sexual tension so xksksjsks smut alert

@g-cordelia hope it's okay to combine your request with this too so there's a healthy dose of angst and fluff with it

"Please don't go."

"Don't you fucking lie to me."

Warnings: choking, fingering, spanking, strap on sex, mentions of oral and hints at mild injury

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"Your actions jeopardised the whole mission." Steve said sternly before raising his voice when he saw he received no reaction from you or the redhead. "Whatever is going on between you has to stop!"

"You say that like it's ever been any different." Natasha added.

The pair that usually felt like the protective big brother and sister of the team where acing the role of disappointed parents. Admittedly that did make you feel bad, but Wanda showed no signs of giving an apology and you would be damned if you did first.

Natasha and Steve waited for any kind of response from either of you and got nothing. You and Wanda continued to glare at each other from opposite sides of the table, your stubnorness stopping either of you from looking at the two standing at the head of the table.

"Just write up your reports." Steve sighed, giving into the tension of the room before anyone else. If it had been just you, Wanda and Natasha there was no telling how long you'd be in there.

You both got up from the table at the same time, still refusing to break eye contact.

"Y/n stay behind a minute." Oh so they're switching it up to disappointed teachers now. Your attention fell to Steve in a look of confusion although that didn't mean you missed the smirk that played on the corner of Wanda's lips. You cursed her like a sailor in your head and hoped she heard but her back was to you and she was strolling out the room.

"I thought you guys were getting better." Steve sighed as he leant against the table.

"We were when we didn't have to talk to each other." You said honestly. There had been a few weeks prior where you and Wanda had had no missions together and therefore had no reason to talk or train with one another.

"You can't resort to avoiding each other as a way to solve your problems. All that does is make things escalate even more when you're actually together which will inevitably happen. Because believe it or not you two are on the same side and have to act like it." Natasha said sternly. You stared down at the table and thought about how how her words were. But it wasn't like you had that warning before.

When the pair infront of you knew you weren't going to say anything in response Steve filled the silence once again. "You're both suspended from missions until you can learn to work together." He decided.

"What?!" You cried as you snapped your head towards them and stood up. "You can't be serious."

"Deadly." Natasha said. You looked frantically between the two in disbelief.

"Alright." You said finally and clenched your jaw. You turned around and left the room without objection from the two Avengers, heading straight towards Wanda's room.

You never really knew why you and Wanda never got on. Maybe it was because she reminded you so much of the popular girls in high school you always envied while wanting them in your bed...no, it definetly couldn't be that. You just didn't know what.

It didn't take long to get there when you were walking like you were out for blood, that wouldn't be an unexpected result of what you planned. You banged on her door several times in a closed fist so it didn't take her long to answer.

She looked concerned when she opened the door and as soon as she realised it was you that same smirk from the meeting room fell back into place.

"Did they ground you?" She asked as she leant against the doorframe.

"Suspended." You spat. A shit eating grin started to appear but you wiped that off her face instantly. "Both of us."

"What the fuck? I didn't-"

"Yes you fucking did and now I'm paying for it too. You wanna know the best part? We can't go back in the field until we can work together nicely." You said bitterly.

"Why don't they just keep us on separate missions?"

"You can go ask them that later. Right now we're training." You said simply and you grabbed her forearm and pulled her out of her room down the corridor.

"We just got back." Wanda argued but followed you anyway after slapping your hand off her.

"Not prepared to put the work in, witchy?" You mocked, not looking at her as you marched through the compound.

"Don't call me that?" Wanda warned as she kept your pace.

"What are you gonna do? Read my mind?" You continued to taunt as you arrived in the gym and made your way to the mats.

Wanda put her red jacket on the floor and stepped away to take up her position as she eyed you. "I could snap all your bones into pieces so small they could be mistaken for ash." Wanda said stoicly.

"I don't think that's gonna get you another mission." You replied calmly, knowing that while there was a truth to Wanda's words she would never give you more than a split lip or bloody nose in the worst training sessions.

"Don't be a smartass y/n, it doesn't suit you." Your jaw clenched at her words.

Without warning, the entirety of your right arm lit up in flames and was aimed at Wanda in an instant.

You sent a wave of fire her way that she swiftly engulfed in her powers and sent back towards you. She looked less than impressed from your warningless attack.

"That was tacky." She said.

"I know, seemed fitting for you." You grinned but stopped when the red mist surrounded your body and lifted you into the air before a larger wave of fire was sent hurtling down to the redhead. The wall of fire blocked her view of you and subsequently dropped you to the ground as she dealt with the flames.

As soon as you landed and the fire parted you sent another blast Wanda's way only for her to do the exact same thing. You both ducked at the same time, your powers hitting opposite walls and leaving marks Tony would be on your asses about when he found out.

Wanda was clearly thinking the same thing. "We can't use our powers in an enclosed space, especially not yours." She said, her accent thickly woven into her voice.

"Okay then, let's see if Natasha's lessons have paid off." You said as you raised your fists and got into your defensive stance. Wanda mirrored you the way she had been taught and narrowed her eyes.

"They definelty have." She insisted as her eyes flickered over your form to try and identify your weak points already in a very obvious way.

"Just try to keep up." You mocked and swiftly moved to swipe her legs out from under her but she was surprisingly prepared. She jumped up to avoid your attack and kicked her leg out mid air and landed it on the center of your chest. You stumbled back in shock while Wanda looked very proud of herself. The last time you saw Wanda train it was clear she wasn't familiar with close range hand to hand combat. You hadn't expected her to improve so significantly in such a short amount of time.

You gritted your teeth and went for her stomach this time which she easily avoided but wasn't expecting another attack to follow so quickly. She blocked the continuous blows from you until you saw your moments and kicked one of her legs out from under her. Your mistake was thinking you succeeded the moment she was down because she spun around and kicked both of your legs out. You caught yourself partly as Wanda stood up so you were on kneeling.

Wanda's smirk was quick to take place when she saw your position, not missing the opportunity. "You look good when you're on your knees." She quipped.

Your eyes widened at her boldness and a heat rose up your neck that you knew wasn't your powers. You rolled back on the balls of your feet and swiftly stood up to look anywhere but the smug redhead infront of you.

"No snarky remark for that?" She challenged and you charged at her again. Anger feuled your attacks making them miscordinated and all round bad.

"Shut the fuck up, Maximoff." You huffed and made her grin even more at the clear signs that she was getting to you.

One of your punches was pushed to the side and Wanda took the chance to show you just how much she had learnt from Nat. You weren't entirely sure how she even did it it was so quick. Your arm was outstretched behind your back painfully due to Wanda's unrelenting grip on it and made it that much easier to push one of your legs down onto the floor. She held you like that for longer than necessary, soaking up the view of you struggling in her grasp.

"Get off." You snapped and winced when she pulled your arm back more.

"What's the magic word?" She teased.

"Now." You demanded. She tutted and pulled harder. "Maximoff!" You ordered through the pain. She leaned down beside you as her voice dropped to a low whisper.

"Beg." It was one word but you couldn't deny the effect it had on you. It was as though her light breath on your ear shot throughout your body and settled in a place you really didn't want it to.

You were about to object and tell her to stop being a bitch but her grip tightened and she pulled to a point where you thought your arm might just snap off under any more pressure.

"Please." You cried through gritted teeth. She instantly let go all too quickly and you collapsed onto the mat on your front. You heard her chuckle menacingly but cut herself off when Nat appeared in the doorway.

"We told you to write up your reports, not train." Natasha scolded as she watched you massage your shoulder and glare at Wanda.

"Sorry, just got a bit carried away." Wanda smiled, her innocent and sweet act that she put up for everyone except you returning. "Y/n's had enough now anyway." She smirked to herself.

"Fucking psycho." You muttered loud enough for her to hear but not Nat. Her jaw visibly clenched from that making you revel in the small victory as you finally got up from the mat.

"Just get on with the reports." Nat sighed and turned to leave as Wanda called out.

"On it."

"Aww, you trying to be a good girl, Maximoff?" You mocked as the pain subsided and your need to overrule what had happened came through.

"I don't have the time to stress over that, not when I'm busy putting brats in their place." Wanda said as she advanced towards you with a look you had only ever seen aimed at those you were fighting against.

"What?" You whispered as you backed up and felt your back hit the wall. Wanda's hand came up suddenly and wrapped itself around your throat firmly and cut off your breathing. Your eyes widened as you grabbed at her hands but she didn't budge. She looked amused at your efforts as her head tilted slightly to the side.

"And you certainly need to learn your place." She took her hand away and left you gasping for air for a split second before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the gym.

You stumbled a little as you tried to keep up with Wanda's long strides you could usually match. Your whole body was already trembling in anticipation, more so by the tension filled silence between you both as you travelled through the compound and ended up outside the redhead's room.

She opened her door and shoved you into her room swiftly. You didn't have much chance to take in your surroundings because the Sokovian gripped the back of your neck and forced you to lay on your stomach on her bed.

She made quick work of your clothes, discarding them to some soon forgotten about corner.

You turned your head to the side and gripped the sheets as you felt Wanda's slim fingers trialing up the back of your thighs before she gripped them roughly and forced them apart and lifted your lower half up. Her fingers returned and glided along your drippikg folds, collecting your arousal as she reveled in the effect she had on you.

"What was it that made you this wet, slut? Was it being on your knees for me? Begging me? Or did you enjoy the pain? I bet you enjoyed me choking you too." She chuckled darkly and didn't wait for you to respond.

She slipped two fingers inside your soaking cunt without warning making you gasp out in pleasure. Her fingers curled inside you beautifully, brushing some kind of nerve ending every second they were buried inside you. She had you a moaning, quivering mess in no time.

"Wanda...fuck! Right there, oh God!" She snickered against your skin as she worked her fingers expertly. Even then she wanted to test you. Well it was more that she was setting you up for failure.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another sound from that whiny mouth." She ordered and you couldn't help but shiver from her dominant nature.

Of course it didn't last long. Her fingers felt so damn perfect inside you and you couldn't help but moan at the unspeakable pleasure.

She brought her hand down fast and landed it on your ass with a harsh smack that echoed through the room. She did it to both of your asscheeks until they were bright red and you were trembling. The sadistic redhead didn't stop there, she continued to rain down smacks that edged you further to your edge with the pleasurable pain.

Soon, you were moaning into the air as you came around Wanda's slim fingers, desperatly clenching around them in an attempt to prolong the pleasure. Thankfully, she kept pumping her fingers inside you, not caring when the overstimulation kicked in. She even started scissoring her fingers inside you, stretching your walls in a way that has you whimper loudly.

"Gotta stretch you a little to get you ready for my piece, sweetheart." She said in a sinister tone. "There's no way you'd be able to take it otherwise, it's already going to reck you with its size." She husked into your ear and withdrew her fingers, spanking you again when you whined.

Wanda got off the bed and disappeared into her closet, shortly returning with a large strap secured around her waist and pointed at you. You whimpered at the sight of it, not sure you could handle its size.

The Sokovian kneeled behind you and gripped your hips with both her hands as she lined up the strap with your entrance.

"I'm going to fill you up so nicely, Princess. Gonna have your cumming in no time." She husked, her voice dripping with lust.

A scream was ripped from your throat when Wanda thrust the entirety of the strap into your pussy. She set about her harsh, abusing pace instantly and preened at the sound of the pleasure filled cries that left you.

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed your head down into the pillows on your side do she could still hear all of your desperate moans. The rough action earned the redhead a cry of her name.

Her pace was unrelenting, everytime she thrust back into you she somehow managed to hit deeper, pounding the toy against the most sensitive and pleasurable part of your cunt.

"Mommy!" You moaned loudly, not realising your slip up until the words left your lips. Your eyes widened and you feared Wanda's response, but what you got was a smack from the redhead that stung your ass in the best way. Her fucked you with increasing vigor too, wanting you title to spill from your lips again. And it did. Over and over, each time going straight to Wanda's pussy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered as you gripped onto the sheets tighter to prepare yourself for your release. But Wanda pulled the strap out the the very tip and held it there as she leant over to whisper in your ear.

"Beg me." She ordered and you whimpered again. It wasn't like you hadn't already submitted to the red head you hated but begging would be something that would loom over you for a while.

Your thoughts clashed with the overwhelming need from your pussy as it desleratly tried to clamp down on the tip that didn't provide nearly enough pleasure.

"Please, Wanda." You whispered.

"Please who?" She asked sweetly, clearly testing you making you groan.

"Please, mommy just let me cum." You whined and Wanda smacked your ass hard. She edged the dildo in further ever so slowly and stopped again.

"Mommy, please! I need to cum." You tried again, desperation seeping into your voice. Wanda hummed.

"I can see that." She mused as she rubbed small circles on your throbbing and soaked clit. "I just don't see why I should, brat." She punctuated the name with a harsh slap to your ass again and you caught onto what she was hinting at.

"Please, I'll...I'll be so good for you, mommy."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yes! Please mommy I'll be so so good for you. Just please please let me c-" You were abruptly cut off by your own whorish moan as Wanda snapped her hips forwards and filled you up entirely.

One of her hands tangled itself in your hair and forced your head down into the pillows, not stopping your incoherent babbles filling the room along with the sound of your pussy being fucked by Wanda and her thighs slapping against yours.

The Sokovian tugged on your hair again so your head was off the pillow.

"I'm gonna cum!" You cried out into the air.

"That's it, baby. Soak my fucking cock." And with that demand you came harder than you ever had around Wanda's strap and moaned continuously as the redhead prolonged your pleasure by continuing to pound into you.

But it soon became too much for your sensitive pussy. You squirmed away from Wanda but she placed one hand on the middle of your back to keep you flat against the bed.

"Too much." You managed to say, however the redhead didn't seem to care.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, Princess."

Laying panting and gripping onto Wanda's bedsheets like a lifeline wasn't exactly what you expected to be doing on a Thursday night. You were drenched in sweat and although Wanda had pulled out the toy minutes prior, you were sure you could still feel it filling you up, the faint throbbing a forewarning of what was to come.

It took you a while to gather the strength to get up. With anyone else you probably would have just stayed the night in their bed, but you weren't sure you could do that with Wanda. Although she wouldn't kick you out, you didn't like the thought of sleeping beside the redhead. It seemed far too...soft? Whatever it was, you were sure Wanda would agree.

You searched for your clothes while she took a most likely deliberately long shower, images of her naked figure covered in water invading your mind.

Once you cursed them away they were just replaced with flashes of what you had been doing for all those hours, remembering how she pulled on your hair as she praised you when you went down on her. Of course you did that while on your knees.

What happened between you and Wanda wasn't a one time thing. In fact it became increasingly common until you were in each other's beds almost every night. You would have been fuck buddies if you had considered each other a friend.

It worked. You and Wanda were able to work out your pent up frustration towards each other in a way that didn't hurt one another....well, if that didn't include the scratches along Wanda's back and the constant aching between your legs.

You didn't even make snide comments about each other in meetings or during training. You were able to keep everything in the bedroom.

The success of what you two had going forced you to ignore the noteable change in feelings you had towards Wanda. You saw her differently but couldn't quite tell how. Sometimes it was as though the unplaceable emotion you had towards her from from start spiked and other times you were purely confused.

It was always most prominent after she made you crash over the edge of bliss or when she came undone beneath you. Those moments when your bodies went limp and you were caught up in each other's embrace because you didn't have the energy to move. Hearing her exhausted breathing match her rising and falling chest and faint heartbeat if you had your head on her chest. Those tender moments were the ones that caught you off guard.

You refused to make a big deal out of it though. You refused to investigate your feelings or even acknowledge them. What you had with Wanda was the most efficient thing you could do. You didn't want to muck it up but you knew it couldn't go on forever. Another labelless feeling emerged at that thought.

Natasha was the only one who knew what you were doing. Neither of you told her, the spy was able to figure it all out on her own quickly and confronted you both about it once, only saying to be careful. That was the only time she addressed it verbally but you could always feel her watching you both carefully when you trained.

You thought it was going great. You and Wanda had finally been cleared for a mission that you would both be on, the team certainly needed the man power. That was until Nat told you otherwise.

"What do you mean I'm not going?!" You exclaimed across the room. You had seen Nat in the meeting room looking up something on her tablet and had gone in to enquire something about the mission that was long forgotten.

"I've thought about it and you and Wanda still aren't deemed the most reliable when put together for a mission, with this one being as important as it is we can't afford to make mistakes." Natasha sighed.

"So why don't you take Wanda off the mission? I have more experience."

"Her powers are perfectly fitted to this mission, we need her."

"And not me." You knew you came across as petty, but you had been dying to go back into the field.

"Y/n." Nat tried but you scoffed and glared at the screens with those assigned to the mission. Your eyes found Wanda's picture first and your jaw clenched at the sight of her ridiculously attractive face.

"What did she say to you?" You demanded as something clicked in your brain.

"She didn't say anything, this is my judgement." Natasha began but you didn't buy it.

"We both know if it was you you would have told me as soon as you decided it. You had no issue with me and Wanda being on this mission before. Hell, you cleared us both for the field." Nat glanced down at her tablet guiltily as she searched her brain for another hopeless lie.

"This is unbelievable." You scoffed and turned sharply on your heels to storm out of the room, ignoring your name being called by Nat.

You soon found Wanda in the kitchen making herself a coffee as she hummed softly. You willed your brain to ignore the warmth you got from seeing the redhead in her own, peaceful world.

"Do you have a problem with me?" You demanded, snapping her out of her trance. She visibly figited when she saw you approach her and lean on the edge of the kitchen island on you hands with an expectant look.

"No?" She said, seeming unsure.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." She seemed startled by your increasing aggression.

"What are you talking about?" She asked as she stirred her drink.

"Don't play dumb with me, Maximoff. You got me off the mission!" Wanda stopped her movements as she froze, clearly caught off guard by your discovery. Given how Nat had acted you guessed you weren't meant to find out it was Wanda who said something.

"It's for the best." She finally said but avoided your eye.

"It is not your place to decide what's best for me, you don't get to do that." You argued.

"There should only be a few people on the mission." She tried.

"I know that, I've seen the intel. But we already discussed that those people should be powered. Why am I being taken off?" You demanded again.

"It's dangerous." She muttered as she stared down at her drink.

"It's my fucking job. You think I don't know that."

"Of course you do, but there's a bigger risk than the usual missions we've been on. A bigger risk of you getting hurt." She muttered the last bit, like she wasn't entirely sure she wanted you to hear her. Granted, Wanda showing concern for your safety was new.

"Any one of us could get hurt." You said, lowering your voice marginally.

"But it's you I'm worried about." She insisted. It was your turn to become uncomfortable, shifting slightly under her gaze that held something new.

"I can take care of myself." You said as you crossed your arms, feeling a sudden defensive need to protect yourself.

"I know... but I care about you." You exhaled slowly, becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the tone of her voice. "If something happened to you..." She continued, "I don't know what I would do." Her voice was barely above a whisper, the softness laced in it undeniable. It sparked something in you. Something you didn't want to accept.

"Good luck on your mission, Maximoff." You said through gritted teeth and went to leave but Wanda was behind you instantly and took ahold of your hand to pull you back.

"Wait, I wasn't done-"

"Well I am." You snapped and yanked your hand out of her grip.

"What..?" She said slowly.

"If you don't want to work with me then we won't, no need to keep fucking anymore." You huffed and went to walk away.

"That wasn't what I-"

"Stop!" It wasn't a cry of anger. It was pure desperation. Your pleading look took Wanda by surprise and pained her to see. "Just stop before you say something you can't unsay." You said shakily. Your unspoken message was received. You didn't want to hear about Wanda's feelings towards you. She just didn't know it was because you were afraid that it would uncover what you had been feeling all along. You couldn't handle it. You were scared.

Wanda nodded, defeated, and let you go. You were filled with grief as you walked away, your footsteps feeling heavier than usual. You wanted to look back, to go back to her. But you couldn't.

You distracted yourself with a particularly ruthless training session the day of Wanda's mission. Carol showed you no mercy in sparring, weight lifting and boxing - even encouraging power use every now and then. But your mind still wandered to the redhead the way it usually did.

When you finally collapsed on the mat in defeat Carol chuckled and tossed you your waterbottle before encouraging an ice bath and strolling out of the gym for her evening flight.

You stayed on the floor for a while after you finished your water, only stopping staring up at the ceiling when Nat's outline blocked the lights. You sat up and looked at her hopefully, seeing that she was back from monitoring the mission and didn't seem distraught or upset.

"How did it go?" You asked as she sat down across from you.

"It was a success." She said but she didn't seem all that happy.

"And everyone's okay?" You asked cautiously. Nat gave a half shug and sighed lightly.

"There was ice - a lot if it and it was so cold. Dangerously cold." Nat started. You tried not to clench your jaw or show any signs of annoyance, knowing there was no need to point out that mission was fitted for you and your powers that would have guaranteed everyone's safety.

"Wanda got a little cut up, it was impossible to fight on that ground." You eyed the door and bit your lip, refraining from giving in to the urge to go see her.

"She doesn't want to talk to anyone right now, but she needs seeing to the cut." Nat said as she placed a first aid kit down infront of you. She was back already? And why did you have the kit?

"She won't see anyone either." Nat said before you could verbally question her. It took a moment for you to understand what she was saying.

"I don't think she wants to see me, Nat." You said as you pushed it back her way only for her to toss it into your lap.

"Goddmit, y/n. Can you two stop dancing around each other and actually talk?!" She exclaimed.

"We tried that-"

"Talking, y/n, not shouting or arguing. Talking." She said firmly and got up before you could protest further.

You pondered over what Natasha said for a while. You knew she had a good point, that talking was exactly what you should have done from the start, but it was just another thing that frightened you.

"Your job is facing your fears." You muttered aloud to yourself.

You finally got up from the ground, first aid kit in hand, and trudged along the compound towards Wanda's room. You tried to figure out what you could say on the way. But it all came out a jumbled mess that made no sense. Multiple times you stopped in the hallways and considered turning back before convincing yourself to keep going.

You knocked softly on Wanda's door and was surprised that it opened for you. The redhead in question was sat on her bed with a pillow in her lap, fiddling with her hands the way she always did when she was anxious or deep in thought. That evening it was both.

She glanced up at you as you closed the door but turned back to her pillow quickly when you gave her a short smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

Regardless, you cautiously walked towards her bed and sat down next to her with the small box between you. You brought one of your legs up under you so you could face Wanda and eyed the cut above her eyebrow in concern. She still didn't say anything, neither did you.

You opened up the small box and got out a pack of wound closure strips and carefully unwrapped one. Wanda didn't object to you gently holding the area around her cut as you placed the strip on and lightly smoothed over the edges until you were sure it would stay on.

"I let my emotions cloud my judgement." She mumbled as you prepped another strip.

"It happens to all of us." You said.

"But I didn't listen to you. I should have." You sighed and stopped unwrapping the strip to look up at the redhead and watch her closely. She looked back at you with a guilty and pained expression that was full of regret.

"Yeah." You nodded slowly as you went back to the medical tape and raised your hands to put it on but the Sokovian held your wrist to stop you. "What's done is done, so just let me put these on and we're good." You said but she still didn't let go.

"Just like that?" She questioned.

"The mission was a success. If I'd had been there you wouldn't have gotten hurt, that's all."

"You were really mad though." She continued and you put your hands down to rest them, not failing to notice that Wanda was still holding your wrist but with a much lighter grip.

"It's hard to stay mad at you." You admitted.

"You've always been mad at me."

"Well it wasn't exactly like you were the friendliest person to me." You pointed out. "I was never mad at you, Wanda. I just hated that... that you made me feel something I've never trusted, so I didn't trust you. It was never your fault, I was unfair." You admitted as you stared down at the tape the whole time, afraid to meet the redhead's eyes.

"What did you feel?" Wanda asked, her voice void of emotion making it more difficult for you to say. You gulped as you continued to stare at the tape, willing yourself to give Wanda the answer she needed. The answer she deserved.

"Love." You voice shook. "I loved... love you." You were shaking more as you finally looked up at Wanda. Her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted like there was a million thoughts trying to be heard but without the ability to.

She didn't say anything for a while. A long while. She stared at you in disbelief then at her pillow as though it would give her all the answers.

Tears rushed to your eyes that you tried to blink away as your head swam with curses to yourself for admitting your feelings. You had opened up and been vulnerable to Wanda, and the result was the exact reason you had sworn to never do it again.

Once you were sure she wasn't going to say anything to you, you took it as your cue to leave. To leave so Wanda could prepare her rejection speech for you. However, as soon as you put your hand to the door she spoke out.

"Please don't go."

You turned around slowly and met her light brown eyes you had always found impossible not to get lost in when you had your fingers or tongue inside her. You timidly went back to the bed and paused before sitting down next to her, facing the wall instead of her this time.

"I thought it was one sided." She started and you felt yourself begin to shake with nerves again. "I thought you didn't love me back." You looked to Wanda quickly and searched her features for any signs of a lie, any signs that she was setting you up to push you down but she was gazing back at you longingly with tears glistening in her eyes.

"When you confronted me about the mission, I was going to say it then, you knew that." You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, remembering the fear you felt in that moment.

"I wasn't ready, I thought I wouldn't ever be but," You took a deep breath "I want to try, for you." You took ahold of Wanda's hand to reiterate your point. "I care about you too Wanda, so much. More than I could ever express or even handle and I didn't know what to do about it. I mean we've tried a fair few things now," You both laughed a little, "but it I don't think any of them are going to work as well as accepting it and...and I don't know." You looked to her for guidance because fuck did you need it. You needed Wanda to guide you down whatever path you chose to take, as long as she was there with you.

"Maybe we could start with something small." She suggested with a small smile that made her eyes shine.

"Like a coffee date?" You tried.

"Exactly like that." She confirmed, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Then I'll pick you up around 2." You said cheesily making Wanda laugh. "But first, I have to finish tending to this cut." You declared as you turned around to face her entirely and crossed your legs under you, pausing for a moment to give Wanda a short and sweet kiss.

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SteveTony Weekly - March 6

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I’ve been reading this week. As always, leave your fic authors some love if you read and enjoy their stories!

**Indicates my recent favs

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Cozy by KandiSheek

Tony seems to have a propensity to hug Steve whenever he's sleep-deprived. Which would be all well and good, if Steve had any idea why Tony chose him of all people to be his personal teddybear.

2020 by joannakth

Tony’s half in Steve’s lap, half on the chair. Steve is warm beneath him and presses an even warmer kiss to the bottom of his jaw and asks “Ready for 2020?”

Thor and Clint are counting down aloud and Natasha is tapping her foot along to the beat of their counting.

“Yeah,” Tony says simply, pressing his lips to Steve’s as the ball hits the ground and all sound is reduced to the cheers from the screen and Thor bellowing “Happy New Year, Midguard!”

And Tony really is.

This is the one where Tony and Steve have one blissfully happy, drama free year.

**** Straight on till Morning by Sineala

Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive.

But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything.

I Always Turn To You by KandiSheek

The Avengers are all hanging out drunk in the common room when Clint suggests playing fuck, marry, kill. Everyone chooses Steve to marry and while it is flattering Steve doesn't really care until Tony says he'd marry Bruce instead. He's not sure why that irks him so much.

Cat's Out of the Bag by FestiveFerret

This was just supposed to be a once-in-a-while cat sitting gig to get Tony back on his feet. It wasn't supposed to be weeks on end at an amazing apartment, it wasn't supposed to be mysterious locked rooms, it wasn't supposed to be masked men in the middle of the night.

And it definitely wasn't supposed to be falling head over heels in love.

lonely rivers flow to the sea (Topographies Remix) by ishipallthings

Tony wonders what Steve meant by this. If he meant sleeping with and waking up to someone beside him, anyone, or if he meant being in bed with Tony specifically, waking up to Tony in the morning. This isn’t enough to be a thing, or at least it shouldn’t be. Just two people falling into bed on occasion when Tony’s in New York and Steve’s free for the night, a different way of working out the tension between them that had existed from the very first glance.

Tony’s always been good at tracking patterns.

Feathers by RiaRose

Tony wakes up with wings and regardless of what Thor says about it being a gift, it's freaking him out. But sometimes, the most unusual gifts have a deeper meaning and the potential to finally be with the one person he never thought he could have.

Wing!fic with smut- the best kind.

seeing the world through your eyes by itsallAvengers

Sometimes Tony does things that Steve doesn't really understand. Turns out, there's a reason for that. But it's not really one that Steve is all too aware of, what with him being from the forties and all. Back then, they would've called it laziness.

Now, apparently, it's ADHD.

Steve's still got a lot to learn about the future. And his boyfriend. But never say Captain America isn't up for the challenge.

Code Name; Love by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)

The first time Steve sees the man who is going to be his personal security detail, he nearly swallows his tongue. Tony Stark is handsome, capable, and good with a gun.

Steve doesn't stand a chance.

The Loneliest Number by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

When Steve Rogers was born, he had dozens of soul marks scattered across his skin.

Tony Stark has only ever had one soul mark.

People are born with all the soul marks of the people that might one day be their soulmate. Steve has watched as all of his fade away. Tony has only ever had one.

take my breath away by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

Steve can feel his whole body curling in on itself, can feel the way everything is caving in around him, and as he drifts off to unconsciousness, Steve's last thought isn't the kind of joy he'd expected to experience upon discovering his soulmate.

Instead, his last thought is how does Tony even breathe like this?

the street finds its own uses by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

When Tony's syncmate implant (and no, Rhodey, it's not a soulmate implant, no matter what pop culture calls it) starts emitting signals five years after it was implanted, Tony thinks he can ignore it. He's wrong.

If the Water's Still Flowing by Sineala

When a flight test of Tony's new Iron Man suit model sends him plunging into the depths of the Atlantic, rescue comes from the most unlikely of sources. Tony had thought mermaids were fictional, but this man is very, very real. And Tony certainly never expected the merman to be handsome... and the attraction to be mutual.

**** Champagne Problems by iam93percentstardust

Because I dropped your hand while dancing

Left you out there standing

Crestfallen on the landing

Champagne problems

“You look happier,” Steve tells him, and Tony thinks that he must be a better liar than any of them ever gave him credit for because he’s not. He’s miserable, and the penthouse is empty, and his bed is emptier still, and none of that matters because Tony did that to himself. He’s the one who turned Steve down; he has no right to be miserable.

A Very Fluffy Apocalypse by tsukinofaerii

It started small, with one little incident that was only one of the first steps in what would be the total collapse of the human race, and only the Avengers able to stop it. It started... with a kitten.

**** The Price We Pay by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

Sometimes Steve forgets about the weight around his neck.

Everybody lives AU that plays with how the boys might keep on tiptoeing around each other for years before falling into bed together. Because canon's stupid.

Drift by fundamentalBlue

He remembers the first taste of acrid air, the stink of welding and burnt plastics serenading his deepest cravings for this way of life. The floors clicked underneath his military-issued boots, the world swirling around him as people bobbed right and left, bent on their missions. It was an indifference Tony was gasping and begging for, a life away from being the son of a very rich man with very far reach. Here, he was just Tony.

And this life was his for the taking.

Until he met Steve, and then the idea of security, guarantees, came tumbling down.

Soul Bomb by copperbadge

Suddenly everyone in Manhattan has someone else's voice in their head. Tony got Steve's, for his sins.

The Heavens Tumble, Darling, and I'm— by ChibiSquirt

For most of Steve’s life, he’d been certain he was going to meet his soulmate by pissing him off. (Almost certainly a him, although the occasion of the WACs did cause Steve’s heart to stutter for more reasons than just the look of a girl in uniform.) He was sure that the conversation would go something like—

“Something something (probably something sassy), Mr. Soulmate.”

“Captain,” Capt. Soulmate would correct him.

Because that was all it said: Just “CAPTAIN”, all caps, no punctuation, in dark block letters that looked simultaneously angry and precise. So he could probably be forgiven for assuming that it was a correction for a misapplied form of address; after all, it couldn’t be someone addressing him as Captain, could it?

Aha.

Ahahahaha.

Life was very funny.

Visible At last by AvocadoLove

Based in a world where everyone has a soulmate's name written on their arm -- but not visible to the world until they touch.

(Steve/Tony)

Hiraeth by sabrecmc

"Do you believe the universe fights for souls to be together?" Tony asked, trying to keep his voice steady and tell himself the answer wasn't everything.

Fanart by superfizz in Chapter 3

Like Sunlight by sara_holmes

Steve is used to the way it feels by now; a strange but gentle tugging connection under his sternum, warm tingles in his skin whenever they touch. That is, until Tony gets himself kidnapped. Then it kinda feels more like someone is trying to wrench his heart out through his ribcage.

**** Falling Into You by sabrecmc

Tony and Steve end up as fuck buddies after the events of The Winter Soldier until Steve calls it off. When Loki's spell wipes all of Steve's memories since the last time Loki was in town, Tony decides it will be so much easier to just not tell Steve they had something of a relationship. Spoiler: It isn't.

Or, how Steve fell in love with Tony and forgot about it, and how Tony fell in love with Steve and realized it.

Walking Wounded by Captain_Panda

A good man went to war. Captain Rogers came out.

**** Love Beyond Reason by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

Tony's had his red thread his whole life. As an infant, he used to wave his left hand around, staring at it as though trying to figure something out. As a toddler, he crawled north every time anyone put him down. As a child, he stared and stared at the thread on his finger and wondered if it meant there was someone out there that might love him the way his father never did.

By the time Tony's twelve, he knows that's a pipe dream. No one gives a damn about him. No one ever will.

A red thread of fate fic that somehow turned into a cross-country roadtrip fic too.

True North by drifloon

“Von Doom wants war, and this - “ another faded photo glides over the wooden tabletop, of a man with a crooked grin, cold blue eyes and oil smudged on his cheek “- is the alchemist who’s going to win us that war.”

Steve Rogers nods. “Where do I find him, sir?”

Sent to the edges of their country, Steve Rogers stays with the mysterious alchemist Anthony Stark and his helper, Pepper Potts, for thirty days and thirty nights to learn Stark's secrets - but things are not as they seem, and Steve finds himself questioning his loyalties, both new and old.

The Lost Art of Correspondence by Winterstar

The shit storm Tony found himself in – well-he had no one to blame but himself. Hacking into MIT's grading system as an undergrad to avoid the useless course work in English got him into this mess. As a graduate student he should not have to worry about taking an English class to fulfill an undergrad requirement. But that was exactly what happened. English 13B: The Lost Art of Correspondence. It was literally a pen pal class where he was assigned to a Service member and had to write lonely hearts letters to some lunk head deployed to who knew where. He could get through it. All he had to do was convince the lunk head to go along with his plan. Fill out a spreadsheet, write the paper, no letters needed. But Lunk head refused. Lunk head wanted the lonely hearts letters. It didn’t matter that Lunk head might be the Greek god Adonis come to life, Tony didn’t have the time. Trying to navigate grad school, his parents, Tony did not need a Greek god Lunk head in his life, nor did he want to write lonely hearts letters to anyone – least of all some earnest do good soldier.

By the end, though, Tony did just that. Write lonely hearts letters to his Adonis lunk head – soon to be Captain - Steve Rogers.

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