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ashdreams2023 · 10 months

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can you do an image with alpha loki smelling stranger omega readers scent when just having come to earth for the first time and him just silently going up to reader and nuzzling into her neck and thor just starts apologizing for his actions

I love your account and hove read allmost every post I have been looking for a story like this for ages can you please do this 😭🙏

I got you! Although just fair warning I’ve only written a couple of those

Alpha loki x omega reader

Something about Midgardian scents they were just not quite right to Loki’s senses, they were either too strong or too faint, and nothing in between.

At least that’s his first impression when they first landed, but maybe that was his impression because they landed in the park, in the middle of a weekend, where scents were literally everywhere at the same time.

As an alpha, a royal one at that, omegas threw themselves at his feet, he knew he had a strong commanding scents that made many drool but he had yet to find a scent that just felt right.

"Brother i promise this will be great, especially since what happened last time"

"Brother what happened to you was unfortunate but due spare me the story telling again"

Thor was the opposite of Loki, he seemed always delighted to welcome new scents and even the ones he clearly couldn’t handle.

His brother was good guy, the non picky, no easily irritated one by scents.

The compound was not as significant as asgard was of course but it was decent, there was decent scents, like Clint, he was a beta, a citrus smell reeked from him and tony who who Loki thought was an alpha with this much power and ego but surprisingly was just a spoiled omega, he smelled like warm milk and tea.

The other scents were just tolerable.

This visit was just unnecessary but Thor insisted on him meeting his work buddies.

For Thor’s credit everyone was just going on their casual routine and not paying much mind to Loki’s presence.

He walked around the area in boredom while Thor blabbered about some invention stark was working on and then it hit him.

Light lavender mixed with strawberry cake.

It was sweet, not overwhelming and not too faint, but just delicious, something that made his insides twists and crave for more.

He followed it, all throughout the halls and until he stopped in front of the hospital wing of the place, he opened the door quietly and peeked inside.

Then he saw you, sitting there organizing some medical equipment in the cabinet, also your butt looked scrumptious in those jeans.

He walked in with light feet and kept his scent on low, he breathed in the sweet smell in the air, you were calm and comfortable, so your scent covered the entire room, Loki could drown himself in it.

There was a pause when you noticed a shadow looming over you and before you could figure out who it was he nose was pressed your neck, it startled you but then he let his own scent surround you, musk and dark chocolate.

"Oh?" Was all you could say, your body seemed to have a mind of it’s own, you were leaning into him, he felt nice.

"Brother! My lady please forgive him he is not familiar with earthly customs!" Thor tried to push Loki away but his brother growl at him, literally growl.

"No! Oh my days, Loki this is inappropriate-"

"He’s your brother?" You said not moving an inch away "he’s the one that you’re always talking about? Loki?" You looked up at the alpha holding you.

The green eyed man smirked "The one and only, little omega" you felt your cheeks heat up and bit on your bottom lip.

"My lady please forgive his behavior, he’s…he’s as you Midgardians say it…special?"

You smiled at Thor "it’s ok, his scents is nice and it’s not like he’s trying to mate mark me" you pulled away and took a good look of his face, handsome.

Loki watched you with curiosity as you lifted your finger and touched his sharp fangs "I think I can watch him for you a little bit if you want to catch up with Bruce, he seems friendly" you chuckled at the frown that appeared on Loki’s face.

Thor stared between you two for a minute before realizing what was going on "Oh… well then, I will see you when it’s time to go home brother…but behave yourself!"

"He’s suffocating"

"No, he only cares about you"

Loki bit the inside of his cheek then went back to nuzzling his nose against your neck, his body visibly melting into your scent.

You can definitely get used to this.

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #omegaverse #loki x reader #alpha loki #omega reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki friggason #loki friggachild

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comfyterrier · 5 years

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Ice cream date! *also my first time drawing Clint Barton :0

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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What I headcanon some MCU characters have for breakfast

Yes I'm bored (also this is if they were living all together in the Stark Tower)

By the way, this might in some way be triggering if you struggle with e4ting d1zorderz or disordered eating. Please read with caution or keep scrolling if you struggle/d.

If you wanna read it and avoid the trigger, skip the Loki one. The rest is safe, I promise.

Peter Parker: he used to have toast with scrambled eggs when living with May, but since Tony Stark assumed the first day he ate childish cereal such as froot loops, he just-- couldn't correct him. He now eats froot loops everyday.

Thor: we would assume he eats Pop tart, I mean, it's the best thing he has eaten since coming from Asgard. But he is aware he can't live off that much sugar, not for breakfast at least (yeah not even a God can) so he has a healthy breakfast of oatmeal with banana and peanut butter, perfect for pre-workout too. He also drinks tea with it.

Loki: speaking about Gods that need good food too, Loki never thought he would be forced by a Midgardian to eat breakfast. He usually didn't have any, didn't care at all if he was hungry or not. Maybe he doesn't think he needs it, maybe he thinks he's not worth it. Whatever the psychological reason behind it was, you couldn't leave him starving until lunch like that (in which he didn't ate too much either. It was a stressful situation for you, to see him caring so little for himself). But you knew you couldn't actually force him. So, every day you asked him to sit with you in the table, make you some company. He used to read while you had breakfast (maybe a distraction? Was he hungry? Or just bored?) so you started making some conversation. Talked about what you dreamt, asked him stuff, etc. Once he was engaged in all the talking, you made him try your food. Since you cooked it yourself (you usually have oat muffins, using what Thor leaves) you had an excuse for him to try it out. It had become a routine at first where he took a bite of your muffins. Just a bite. But you made an extra muffin every day and told him you made too much for yourself, that it would go to the trash otherwise. And he ate a muffin. After about a month of this tricking, Loki now has the same breakfast as you, and realized it was not that bad, it was, in fact, much better than being hungry and tired all the time. He even added a cup of coffee with creamer at some point (you were SO proud).

Tony Stark: before he started sort of living with Peter, he usually had whole wheat toast with cream cheese and smoked salmon on top. Yeah, you know, as an eccentric billionaire would. But once he saw Peter eating those cereals he got him and offering him some, and once he tried them... let's say his inner child could not resist. He now has cereal along with Peter, every single morning.

Natasha Romanoff: she usually eats fruit, but it varies from time to time. If she's not hungry, she'd have an apple and a smoothie. If it's a normal day she'd make herself a protein smoothie and a bowl of fruit salad (with banana, apple, grapes, blueberries, strawberries, and all kinds of berries, in short). After that, she'd have a black coffee.

Captain America: black coffee and white toasts with homemade jam and cream cheese. The same thing he's had for more than six decades. Wild, right? He never got bored. Too traditional. Tony mocks him all. The. Time.

Bruce Banner: he has fish for breakfast. He says it's very healthy, and it's the most disgusting thing all of the Avengers have to put up with every morning. The smell, the sounds of the fish cooking... he had to move his breakfast to the window. They put a table special for him in there, so he doesn't feel too left out for his weird life choices. Some suspect it's actually the Hulk the one that likes fish, and he just obeys.

Doctor Strange: he knows perfectly well the importance of a balanced and healthy breakfast, and always encourages the rest to eat better. He used to have some fruit with almonds, nuts and stuff, and a cup of green tea. But once he met Tony at breakfast times (before living together) and saw what he was having, and couldn't not adapt his own breakfast to that Heaven. And we all know he can totally afford it with no shame or guilt.

#mcu #loki headcanon #headcanon #loki and peter parker #Tony stark #peter parker #mcu headcanon #headcanon mcu #loki #thor

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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Stars with thorbruce

Bruce remembers his mother’s hand smoothing over his curls, telling him stories of how the constellations came to be. He remembers hearing soft words of using the Big Dipper for milk and cookies. He smiles as he remembers asking his mother who lived among the stars.

They were beautiful, surely someone had to live there.

His mother smiled.

“You will find it out, my smart boy. None of us know yet, although some of us have a feeling that we’re not alone in this galaxy.”

Bruce would look out his window every night and ask the stars who among them lived in what world. He asked how their world was.

Thor knew others lived other places. His mother read Loki and he stories of other people, how they lived.

His father said how Asgard ruled it all with a golden-hued hand.

He asks of Terran people, Midgardians.

“You don’t need to concern yourself with them,” Odin says. “Now go and train. A weak king serves no purpose on a strong throne.”

Bruce does not smile when he realizes that there are others out there, not when he’s been dragged in as a monster to help fight other monsters. Accepted, just this once.

He looks up at beings who look like stars for one brief second. And then they descend with a roar, and he knows.

He turns, letting Hulk take the lead.

His mother knew they were not alone.

But she could not have known this was the result.

Thor is…different. He returns from taking his brother back to…Asgard? And he is quiet.

Bruce just quietly moves around him to get his tea or food.

“Dr. Banner?” Thor asks, his voice impossibly soft. It does not fit a man who is as large and imposing as he is. “Can you…what can you tell me about Earth?”

“It sucks,” Bruce answers automatically.

Thor blinks.

Bruce does not want to explain why earth sucks. So he takes his naan and goes back to his room.

The god cannot leave well enough alone. He is knocking on Bruce’s door at eight o’clock in the morning.

Bruce answers in an old t-shirt that’s seen better days, old pants, and bags under his eyes.

“Why does earth suck so much?”

Bruce sighs.

“Go to the kitchen. I’ll explain there.”

Bruce goes into a long-winded tangent about how much human invented concepts suck and how policy makes everything slow and he can’t even fly in a plane because he’s deemed a flight risk and people keep trying to kill him and the unending guilt over his own mistakes will be his demise.

“Do you guys have therapy on earth?” Thor asks.

Bruce laughs.

“Yeah, we do. I need to find a new therapist soonish. Just hard with my…issue. Earth doesn’t suck. It’s cool.”

“Show me?”

“Uh…yes?” Bruce asks, blinking. “What do you want to see?”

“What’s your favorite thing about earth?”

Bruce has to think.

“Come with me tonight. On the roof.”

The stars are never as bright as they were in Ohio, which is about the only good thing Bruce can say about Ohio. It’s the only good thing anyone could say, really.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, never go there,” Bruce says. “Ever.”

“…noted. Not even for one of your natural…reserve park things?”

“Nope. Not even for those. You’re gonna get murdered there.”

“I’m a god, Bruce.”

“Ohio people only believe in one god, and that god is less jacked than you.”

They laugh together.

Bruce tells him all about his mother’s stories of the stars, what he learned from others.

“Do you want to hear our stories?” Thor asks softly.

They make a habit of going on the roof once a week, weather permitting. If it does not permit, they sit in the sunroom and have coffee, chatting that way.

Bruce learns that Thor was alive when Nikola Tesla was, but never went to earth.

“I was in training to become king, and Odin didn’t really want me venturing out too far,” Thor says. “But I heard that earth had some catching up to do. You definitely have us beat with food though. Damn.”

They stare over at the stars.

Bruce struggles to ignore his red cheeks or the fact that Tony keeps calling him “lover boy.”

“Nope. I’m not that.”

“Sure you aren’t, the rest of us spend time gazing into Thor’s eyes,” Tony says, batting his eyelashes. “Just ask him out already.”

“Get therapy,” Bruce shoots back.

“Are we talking about how we all need collective help?” Natasha asks. “I thought that was what Steve’s meeting was about tonight.”

“Shit, I’m not going to that then,” Clint says. “Do you think he’ll buy it if I tell him that my dog has a son?”

“I don’t buy anything, I grew up in the Great Depression,” Steve responds, coming down the stairs. “Also Clint, you have a dog? Since when?”

“Since never,” Clint responds back. “I don’t have a dog.”

“Good, Tony said no dogs.”

“For Steve,” Tony mumbles. “But we’‘re missing the obvious part of this discussion, which is Bruce’s love-life.”

“I don’t have one of those in stock.”

“Check in the back,” Tony snarks.

Bruce rolls his eyes.

“I don’t have a love-life guys,” Bruce says. “The only thing I love is dismantling huge corporations that are evading ecological law.”

“And also hanging out a ton with Thor,” Natasha responds. “Wait, are you–”

“If we have to talk about emotions then I demand we discuss Natasha’s thirsty tweet about Sharon.”

“My cousin, Romanoff?!” Tony yells.

Bruce takes this time to escape down to his lab, where Natasha is not allowed in.

“I cannot say with full certainty that she will not break in,” Jarvis answers. “But I will try my best, Dr. Banner. Hell hath no woman like a woman.”

“You’re just as bad as Tony with phrases,” Bruce says. “But thanks.”

Thor is down there.

“Why is Natasha locked out of the lab?”

“She told me that she preferred wine from California, she was obviously banned,” Bruce says quickly.

“I thought last week’s argument was you and her against Clint,” Thor says. “And I think you won? Clint thought his expired Kool-Aid was wine. That was a very sad night.”

Bruce freezes.

“Ha. Yeah. That was right. She’s still banned.”

“What was the debate upstairs about? I heard snippets about it. Tony said something about checking in the back? Is he mad about the fruit again? He can’t expect to buy strawberries and them to still be there.”

Bruce laughs.

“Nah, Steve’s having a group talk about therapy options for us. I think Tony’s gonna try and con his way out of it by pushing Bucky in front of him. It won’t work.”

As it turns out, Natasha has swift revenge.

She can’t break into the lab.

But she can make sure the two of them can’t break out.

“Until you confess the door is gonna be closed,” Natasha says over the intercom.

“Confess what?” Thor asks, looking nervous.

“Oh…you know. Stuff. Now you have to by six, otherwise Steve will break you out and then you have to say it as a duo. Do you want to tell all of us or just the two of you…alone?” Nat asks.

“Fuck you,” Bruce says, flipping off the sensor.

Thor’s nervous. He…this is new. He hasn’t liked someone is what is probably about two thousand years.

Bruce is…he’s different.

He likes the small things and rants about how stupid the smallest things are (like his least favorite spoon) and also looks phenomenal when the sun is shining and he’s laughing about a new story and…

Thor wants a forever. He’s known forever.

But he hasn’t known forever with Bruce.

And now they’re locked in his lab.

Bruce bangs his head against the table.

“Think Steve will break us out?”

Thor is about to answer when the intercom comes to life again.

“No, he won’t be,” Tony says. “I’ve managed to convince him to share his PowerPoint on what kind of fork he wants to reorder for the kitchen. He got passionate about what design he wants on the handle.”

There’s a muffled yell that sounds suspiciously like “no curvature on the handle!” and then silence.

“God,” Bruce mutters.

They sit in silence for a moment. Thor’s not exactly sure what to say. It’s not like they make Hallmark cards for “you’re the first person I’ve loved in about two millennia and I want you to be mine until the earth implodes.”

Similarly they don’t make a Hallmark card for “I thought I was incapable of love but now I’ve fallen in love with you and you’re a god and I’m a near-indestructible chaos-bringer.”

It’s a work in progress for the card-making interns, honestly.

“What did Nat mean by talking to me?” Thor asks. “I know this is probably gonna be awkward. Wouldn’t be locked into a lab if it wasn’t.”

If Bruce had had maybe ten minutes to himself, he would’ve come up with a good lie. One that he could say without shifting eyes or a stuttering mouth. But he can’t. Lying takes time.

“So I’m pretty sure I like you. As in want to take you out on a date like you. And I didn’t tell you because you’re a god.”

Thor blinks.

“Bruce no offense but you calling me a god and also seeing me at my lowest in salmon board shorts? Hilarious.”

Bruce gives him a face.

“You know what I mean.”

“And I was going to say that I like you, but you are a brilliant scientist who changed your world through discovery, not by force,” Thor responds. “You love helping others and you also turn into a giant green guy who likes food trucks and hates not smashing things.”

Bruce blinks.

“Did we–?”

“Yeah, we did. I also think this means we have an excuse to miss both Steve’s presentation on fork styles as well as his call for therapy, which in reality was only for Clint.”

The lab doors open. Bruce automatically flips Natasha off, but is met with Natasha flipping him off.

“Tony wants to talk to me about my ‘intentions’ with his cousin because of you, Banner. This means war.”

“Well now I have a guy who has a giant, unliftable hammer on my side,” Bruce says defensively. He grabs onto Thor’s hand, grinning. “Just try me.”

Thor smiles too.

“I believe I owe Bruce a few more dates, so we will regrettably be missing Clint’s intervention,” Thor says. “See you later!”

Clint makes a groupchat with them in it only to send:

:((((( guys :(

They don’t check it until the morning, after Bruce rolls over and complains that Thor has way better pillows.

#bruce banner #thor #thorbruce #lovelyirony writes #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #steve got a pinterest and now he's addicted :(#tony stark #natsharon (kind of)#clint barton #avengers as a family #who am i kidding they're more like a family of gays #all are awkward about emotions but have nice boots #the avengers are like that one tiktok about a 'gay household' and it just pans to all the pairs of doc martens at the door #bruce DOES commit crimes of violating the law but he gets away with it because corporations

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fantasies-become-your-legacy · 6 years

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Still taking prompts? Stuckony with established stucky trying to woo Tony who is almost willfully oblivious to their attempts, firmly believing that they could never want him when they have each other

YESSSsssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSsssss. Man, I love this type of shit.

It sort of got away from me BUT THE GIST OF YOUR PROMPT IS THERE I SWEAR~~~~~~~~~~

In nearly every room Tony walked into, he was the smartest person. He was used to that from a young age, it was almost commonplace. When he started meeting members of the Avengers and their associates, however, that certainty became challenged. To be frank, a challenge he revelled in. But, not by a long way, was Tony Stark ever considered to be the most foolish in a room.

Not unless he wanted to be.

Tony was observant, almost to a strange degree. After a brief amount of time with someone, he could remember nearly every tick of the other person. He knew Clint had a favouring to his left side, so always stood on it to speak with him. He knew Natasha had different teas for different mood, and which to keep stocked at what time. He knew when Thor was getting to locked in his own head and to ask him to help him test the suit in a spar to break the big guy out of his slumps. He knew a lot of minor details about everyone, nothing, not a lean or shuffle went unnoticed by Tony. So, yes, he was more than aware the super soldier duo were flirting with him. He just knew it was a lost cause to begin with.

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Steve and Bucky had been together on and off for as long as either of them could remember. Moving in together when they were younger was one of the happiness decisions of their lives, and the fact they could do the same now but didn’t have to hide their relationship was truly amazing. Bucky’s health had been steadily improving while living in the compound, so much so he has officially signed on as an Avenger. With the approval and recommendation of one Tony Stark. After all that had happened between them in Siberia, Bucky had assumed the worst. Stark wanted leverage over him. But when he went to visit Stark to see his demands, he walked away with an appointment to get his arm updated. The next visit saw a fully functioning arm, the next saw combat upgrades, the next an invitation to spar with the team (not just Steve and Natasha as he had been doing up to this point). It seemed Tony Stark didn’t want to hurt him, rather to help him. Bucky vowed to find out what his motives were right away.

Visiting the workshop was an accident at first. He was looking for the garage to take Steve’s bike out for a ride but found the workshop instead.

“You going to hover in the doorway all day or you coming in? I could actually use your help with something if you have a sec?” Tony asked, perched on a table to get a better angle at the suit hanging in front of him. Bucky silently came over, standing awkwardly, as if awaiting instructions. “Chill, blue steel, I just need you to try and rip the reactor out of this suit.”

“You need me to what?” Bucky squawked, looking down unconsciously at the reactor in Stark’s own chest.

“I took some severe damage to my suit when you tried it in Siberia. Now, that’s fine for me, I don’t need it to live anymore, rather it’s a precaution. But if this baby goes down in Rhodey’s suit, he’s trapped in a metal cage that he can’t get out of to run away from. That can’t happen. So, please, try to wreck this suit.”

It became commonplace after that. Tony would use Bucky as a durability tester on all his upgrades for the team. It actually helped him work out several bugs that he wouldn’t have noticed until a field test, by which it was too late by Tony’s opinion.

“You need to eat.” Tony stated abruptly one day, dropping a plate of sandwiches on Bucky’s lap. “Pastrami on rye, I know you can’t pass those bad boys up.” He knew for a fact they were the other man’s favourite.

“What?”

“We’ve been working for six hours straight, and you hadn’t eaten before you came down. Eat. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

“Careful, Shellhead, it sounds like you care.” Bucky teased.

“Of course, I care. Steve won’t try and break my stuff, you’re the only test dummy I have.” He winked before returning to the bow in front of him.

It was then he went from ‘Stark’ to ‘Tony’ in Bucky’s mind.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Realising he was in love with Tony took a little longer.

Bucky had taken to hanging out in the workshop when he wasn’t working with Tony. Something he knew Steve used to do before everything that happened, happened. He’d sit in the corner of the room on the couch on his laptop, catching up on things he’d missed, or just reading. It was peaceful.

“I really like having you down here.” Tony said out of the blue. “It’s nice not being alone down here again, sort of feels like we’re all coming back together again.”

“Do you want us all to be together?” Bucky asked carefully, knowing the accords and what went down was a lot of mental pain for the genius.

“I want my family back.”

Somehow, after that, Steve came to the workshop again.

The three of them were tense at first, unsure how Steve would fit in this new dynamic, but for no reason. Within the week Steve’s painting supplies retook their old home in the corner, Bucky and Tony started taking regular breaks so they all could eat together, Tony didn’t flinch when Steve touched him. Things were becoming a new normal that suited them all.

Until Bucky screwed it up.

Well, he thought he had. Or rather, he was going to.

There had been a gala, a black-tie event hosted by the Maria Stark foundation to raise money for city repairs after the last attack on New York. Tony had organised the most lavish event and ensured the Avengers were all in attendance. All was going well, he was drinking, dancing with Steve, all in all having the best night he’d had in a while. Then something strange happened.

Rather, then Strange happened.

Some surgeon, (established, rich, asshole surgeon), had been by Tony’s side for far too long. Bucky felt jealously burn in his chest when he saw that prick making Tony laugh or touching his arm or standing entirely too close for people who had just met. It was enough to make Bucky’s blood boil.

Few things in life are certain: the grass is green, the sky is blue, Steve Roger’s is a terrible liar, and you can tell exactly what Bucky Barnes is thinking by the look on his face. This particular fact was know very well by Steve Rogers, who caught the look and was by Bucky’s side again in a flash.

“You too, huh?” Steve sighed, glaring over at Tony and the surgeon.

“Me what too?” Bucky snapped his head to Steve in confusion.

“You’re jealous—”

“I just think Tony shouldn’t be wasting his time with some—”

“—because you like him too.” That gave Bucky a moment for pause.

“Of course I like him, he’s my closest friend after you.”

“No, Buck, you have feelings for Tony.”“What?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, before looking over at Tony and seeing that stupid crinkle his eyes do when he laughs, which was too adorable to be fair really and—“Oh my god I like Tony.”

“Welcome to the club, pal.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For Steve, it had been a long time coming.

Falling in love with Tony just came so naturally to him that it wasn’t a shock when he realised it. More of an Oh, of course it’s you. It’s been you all along.

They’d all been in the workshop, Tony under the bottom of some old car while Bucky was under the hood. The two of them were set on making this old Corvette pristine again, Tony even built a new smart engine for her. Steve watched on affectionately as Tony rolled out from underneath, looked up at Bucky and smiled. One of those big smiles that reached his eyes and makes them crinkle in a way that’s all too adorable to be fair. Then he turned that damned look to Steve and everything clicked.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as they realised their joint affections, and that both of them wanted to bring Tony into the relationship, the super soldier duo set to romancing the genius.

Flowers were sent to the workshop with the note To brighten your day as much as you brighten ours. Tony had laughed and attributed it to a prank from Clint.

Bucky had the genius idea of breaking a part off of his arm, so Tony had to repair it, but that only got him a long, angry lecture and an “I told you so” from Steve.

Steve tried chocolate covered strawberries which Tony immediately threw out as Pepper was coming over that day.

The pair were becoming exhausted trying to think of new methods to woo Tony. The rest of the Avengers caught on when they made sure Tony had to sit between them at movie night, Tony just thought sitting next to the ‘two space heaters’ was a solution to his always being cold.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You need a hand with this, doll?” Bucky smiled easily as he took a stack of papers out of Tony’s arms.

“Yeah actually, can you get Bruce to help me categorise these mission reports?”

“I can help.”

“You hate paperwork.” Tony pointed out warily.

“So do you, so let me help and it will be over quicker.” Bucky continued, heading for the office with the now dumbfounded Tony looking on behind.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh! I got it!” Steve rushed out to grab the door ahead of Tony, who only looked up at him in confusion.

“I have hands?”

“Yeah, no, I know. I just, I didn’t want you spilling your coffee, and I was here so I thought I’d just get it.”

“Right…thank you, I guess.” Tony said warily, walking through and shaking Steve’s weird behaviour off.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’s your favourite flower, right?” Steve smiled, rocking back on the balls of his feet as he waited for Tony’s reaction to his painting.

“They are. Steve, its beautiful but you didn’t have to paint me anything. Let me pay you at least, this is far too much effort for me.”

“Tones no, it’s a gift. Buck was saying you wanted to keep flowers, but you suck at keeping plants alive. Can’t kill a painting.” He beamed, proud of his logic. Tony actually laughed at that.

“That’s fair. Huh…I didn’t think he was listening to me ramble. Good to know. Thank you, Steve, I mean it.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tony Stark was observant, almost to a strange degree. After a brief amount of time with someone, he could remember nearly every tick of the other person. He knew Steve hated the cold more than he did, so made sure Friday kept the heat at an even temperature in every room he was in. He knew that Bucky hated confined spaces, so made sure always to hold training in a room with windows so he never felt trapped. He knew they were both trying to woo him.

Tony Stark was never considered to be the most foolish in a room.

Not unless he wanted to be.

He knew all too well the soldiers cared for him. Cared for…wrong wording. Were interested in Tony. Crushes and infatuations happened all the time, he was no stranger to it. The soldiers wanted to try something new in their relationship, then Tony would be cast aside when the next new thing came along. He was a fad, a fun idea, nothing more. And nothing would happen. His heart wouldn’t take it if it did.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was when Peter came to the compound for training and Steve and Bucky both immediately jumped on him, offering to help him with his homework or sparring, Tony finally blew up.

“What is your problem?” Tony growled, pulling them into a meeting room while Happy quizzed peter on his various web functions.

“What are you talking about! We just wanted to help out with the kid.” Bucky smiled innocently.

“You hate kids.” Tony shot back.

“Yeah, under the age of five. This one’s cool.” Tony rolled his eyes and ignored that, turning on Steve.

“You! You can’t lie for shit, what are you two up to?”

“Nothing! We’re just trying to help you out!”

“Because I’m so useless right?” Tony laughed, leaving the other two confused.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Doll, what’re you talking about?”

“I know exactly what you two have been doing. Holding doors, helping with paperwork, making sure I eat, you make me take breaks from my work because you think I can’t do anything by myself! You treat me like a damn child!”“We were trying to be sweet!” Bucky defended.

“By treating me like some helpless damsel who can’t walk two feet without a big strong man there to protect her? Look, I understand what you two have been trying to do, and I’m not interested.” Steve and Bucky’s hearts immediately sank.

“You aren’t?”

“Look, Steve, ten years ago I’d have jumped at the chance of a threesome with you too but that isn’t me anymore. I can’t do flings. My last relationship was a five-year thing, I’m a relationship guy now I don’t sleep around. Not even for you two. I’m sorry.”

“Wait,” Steve grabbed Tony’s wrist as he tried to leave. “We don’t want to just sleep with you, we want to be with you. Together, all of us.”

“It would never work.” Tony said immediately pulling away. “You’d get bored, you’d get jealous—”

“We both want you, doll, it won’t be like that, we just wanted to ask you to try—” Bucky began before he was cut off.

“We can’t! It wouldn’t work! Don’t think I didn’t notice how jealous you got at the gala when I was only with Stephen.” That was the last straw for Bucky, who let of an exasperated laugh.

“Oh, he’s Stephen now! Please, Tony, tell me you wouldn’t be jealous if you saw someone flirting with the man you loved!”

“Flirting! He’s an old friend, who is happily engaged. How dare you even—wait. Loved?” Tony shook his head, his mouth trying to form words he couldn’t think of.

“Yes. Love.” Steve smiled a little. “You thought this was just some game to us?”

“You guys are so perfect together I just…I can’t see—I can’t see why you’d still want me too.” Bucky caught Tony’s chin and tilted his head up to look at them. “Because you’re everything we’ve been missing and more. You’re our missing piece. It feels like we’ve been waiting our whole lives for you. And I refuse to lose you because you’re scared. I love you.”

“I love you.” Steve echoed.

In nearly every room Tony walked into, he was the smartest person. You didn’t need to be a genius, however, to know what he was feeling. Few things in life are certain: the grass is green, the sky is blue, Steve Roger’s is a terrible liar, you can tell exactly what Bucky Barnes is thinking by the look on his face, and Tony Stark wears his heart on his sleeve.

“I love you both too.”

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broccokei · 6 years

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i was tagged by my best friend @capsicleamerica !!

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 followers that you want to get to know better.

1) Name: Skyelor Bennett

2) Nicknames: Skye, Kye (very few people use that one), Skoo, Skoo Penne Benne, Skoopy Doo

3) Height: 5’4”.. 5’3”?? who even knows

4) Orientation: bisexual

5) Nationality: hispanic American

6) Favorite Fruits: pineapples and strawberries

7) Favorite Season: fall

8) Favorite Flowers: roses

9) Favorite Scents: hotel, chlorine, new book, fresh cut grass

10) Favorite Colors: legit every shade of blue, most shades of green, most shades of purple, black, grey

11) Favorite Animals: dogs, cats, dolphins, giraffes

12) Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: i love all of em but i’m always in the mood for hot chocolate

13) Average Sleep Hours: sometimes 4 and sometimes 12 and other times somewhere in the middle

14) Dog or Cat Person: i love bOTH but probably dog

15) Favorite Fictional Characters: loki laufeyson, kylo ren, bucky barnes, steve rogers, tony stark, natasha romanoff, clint barton, thor odinson, bruce banner, peter parker, vision, wanda maximoff, stephen strange, okay literally every marvel character let’s be real ??, all the riverdale characters, all the star wars characters + kylo even tho i already mentioned him, like all the harry potter characters, ok i think it’s time to stop

16) Number of Blankets You Sleep With: one unless i’m hella cold

17) Dream Trip: the bahamas or somewhere super tropical and pretty

18) Blog Created: like 2013 ?? maybe ? idk

19) Number of Followers: 200ish ?? i don’t actually know bahahahaha

20) Random Fact: i just watched civil war for the 194927272883826th time and then doctor strange and wOW I LOVE MARVEL

i tag everyone!!! go do it !!! if you wanna !!

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misskittydenoire · 7 years

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Come Back

Title: Come Back Character(s) Mentioned: Natasha Romanov, Dr. Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark Pairing: Natasha Romanov x Y/N Genre: Romance/Song Fiction Song: Ya Me Entré by Reik Words: 2,350 Contains: Angst, Infidelity Author’s Note: Hello, my crazy, sexy and perhaps medicated sugar babies! Deadpool here, because the fur ball was too tired to write an explanation to her disappearance. I have to say she was tied up. Tightly. With leather straps. And a gagball. Did you know if you tickled—*Miss kitty moves Deadpool away from her computer* Okay, D. I think you’ve explained enough! …God… *Deadpool in the background with a pool donut with the head of a unicorn* I complete you! Alright. Hey there, my kittens and gentlecats, yeah, I am back with a new story! Yes, I know I need to continue on Gone and Mating Season. But Spider-copycat was right. Not literally, of course. *Deadpool yells* Spidey has a different style! I’m a unique, sexy spandex piece of ass with a lifetime guarantee of slaughter and rainbows! Riiight, anyway, I have to go deal with a certain mercenary who is in dire need of an enema. Here I present: Come Back *Deadpool screams* Ahh! No, mommy! Not there! That’s my special place! Only Wolverine is allowed to touch it! Summary: Natasha comes back to find you gone. Not only gone but with someone else. How did this happen? How did she let this happen?

Damn it. She should’ve just said sorry. That she didn’t mean what she said. However, it was too late to apologize, she was already with him. If things weren’t awkward enough between them, now including the fact that she ended up in Bruce’s arms made it worse. She believed that with some distance, they’d be better. Natasha never forgot the morning she came back and the news were given to her. ‘She left. Y/N moved in with Banner.’ And now, there she was, across the room with her arm wrapped around his. Her former lover kept stealing glances at the red-headed woman she fell in love with. As she looked into her serious stare, she knew what Nat was thinking. ‘I found out that there’s someone new caressing your skin. Some idiot that you’re trying to convince that you and me are in the past…’

“I’m sorry, Nat. She begged me not to tell you. And with all the fighting you two were having, I thought maybe it would be best.” Clint explained, his bluish green eyes avoided her gaze. He could already feel the tension rising between them. “And so, I’m the villain and the whole world believes her?” Romanov furrowed her brows in irritation. “She couldn’t stay. She said she was better off not seeing you. ‘Makes it less painful,’ She said.” The assassin didn’t want to hear anymore. Her rugged slender hands pushed herself away from the table and walked to her room. She wondered however, was she happier with another by her side?

She was simple civilian who showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time. During the battle of New York, she tried to escape from the Chitauri who had her cornered. Natasha was able to take in the details of her frightened face from up above and though she has always been about her main objectives, she couldn’t leave the young woman to die. In a flash, Romanov manages to jump from the alien vehicle, landing perfectly onto the two bodies of the ones who had their deadly spears in hand. She stared in awe at her, amazed by her abilities. “Wow… Thanks!” She exhaled, the woman with disheveled locks draped over her shoulder. “It was nothing, but you might want to head to a safer location. It’s only gonna get worse from here.” The Russian assassin smirked before she ran to reunion with the team. “H-Hey, wait! What’s your name?” Nat turned towards her who had a soft welcoming smile within her pink lips. “Black Widow.” Her beautifully savee chuckled, “No, your real name.” “…..Natasha.” The avenger hesitated cautiously but her mouth answered without reason. Her slender fingers brushed her hair behind her ear, and with bright shimmering eyes replied, “Thank you, Natasha.” Her voice was almost musical, speaking in a gentle soothing rhythm that allowed that brief moment to be pleasant. Nat thought she’d never see her again. She was wrong.

Walking around the city undercover, following her target into Moondance diner. Romanov made sure to stay a few tables away from them not to cause disturbance. Her green eyes were so focused on the situation at hand, that she did not realize the plastic wrapped menu sliding in front of her. “Good afternoon, miss. I will be your waitress today. Would you like coffee or tea to begin with?” The waitress beamed though already having been on her feet for two hours, her cheerfulness was false. The redheaded avenger plaster a fake smile, preparing to lie in order appear inconspicuous. “No, thank you. I’m wa-” Natasha froze, meeting the eyes of the woman she rescued. “Natasha?” She asked, her superficial smile fading into a genuine one. “Um…Hey, you!” The assassin stood up, wrapping her arms around her as if she knew her. “Not that I mind and everything but what are you doing?” The woman whispered in her ear. Romanov’s body tingled as her warm breath floated down her neck. “Shh, just pretend you know me.” “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you in forever,” The uniform cladded girl replied back in a confused tone as she awkwardly patted her back. Natasha noticed the target looking in their direction suspiciously. “Sound more believable.” “What do you want me to do?! I’m being hugged by an Avenger out of the blue, when I should just be taking your order!” She answered harshly in a hush, pressured by Romanov’s request. She rolled her eyes, still keeping her target in sight. Shit, they were still looking. Well, desperate times calls for desperate measures. “Kiss me,” Natasha commanded. “Say what?” The waitress asked in disbelief. “Public displays of affection makes people uncomfortable.” “Why yes, yes they do. So are you crazy?!” She whispered hissed in her ear, finally removing herself from the embrace. The redhead sighed, smiling happily yet falsely and she pulled the unsuspecting woman’s head and impacted with her lips. It was electrifying. Nothing she ever felt before, and she’s had a lifetime of trial and error. She pulled the avenger closer, wrapping her arms around her waist. Natasha tried to keep her eye of the target but she was falling deeper and deeper into the kiss. Her curvaceous body craved for more but stopped immediately when she noticed them leaving through the back door. Romanov had to chase after them! But the warmth of her body, the taste of strawberries on her lips was too sweet to resist. “Hey Y/N! No canoodling with the customers while working. Do that on your break time!” The owner and cook of the diner exclaimed from the kitchen. Y/n stepped away in a flash, “Ha-ha! Sorry, Mel! I-I, uh, gotta go.” “A kiss and no dinner? Classy. It’s fine, I need to be somewhere. Bye gorgeous.” Natasha ran without a goodbye and sped through the streets of New York to catch up to the person she was tailing.

Once again, that wasn’t the last time she came across her. After Tony overhearing a private conversation she was having with Clint, the billionaire thought it would be funny asking the diner to make a special delivery by a special deliverer to the tower. Normally, they don’t usually deliver that deep into the city, but who can’t say no to one of the richest and annoying man in New York City? “Um, hello? Excuse me? I have a delivery for-uhh, Mr. Stank?” “It’s Stark! God, it’s like they’re doing on purpose now. Hey there buttercup, is that my breakfast?” Tony smiled, walking towards the hot plate. “Yes, sir! It’s the breakfast deluxe, complete with eggs over-easy, waffles, and— H-Hey, what are you doing?!” Y/N yelled when the famous IronMan grabbed the large bag and threw it in the trash. He placed his arm over her shoulder, pushing her into the next room, “Oh, I completely forgot, I suddenly hate breakfast. Now, as I was going to say… Y/N? Can I call you Y/N? What am I saying? Of course, I can. I heard you’ve met our little deadly Natasha not only once but twice now. Now since it seems like you two already made it to first base, I thought you both should meet thrice. Natasha, I got you a present and though it’s wearing a poorly manufactured, not naturally yellow uniform, I thought you might like it!” He stated loudly as he shoved the young waitress into the living room in front of the rest of the team. “Oh God.” She mumbled through her teeth, frozen stiff while a large brawny man in armor walked to her. “Why are you making me turn around like a pig on a spit?” Y/N inquired out loud when Thor grabbed her hand and gently twirled her about. The God inspected her as if he was deciding if she was a suitable match for his team mate. The others began to join in, chiming comments of her appearance both good and bad. “She does have nice hair,” Wanda mentioned. “If it didn’t smell like burger grease.” Pietro included. “I win, tin can. Hand it over,” Sam grinned as Bucky pulled out a ten out of his wallet. He mumbled, “That doesn’t mean she’s not into guys also, bird brain.” “She has acceptable anatomical proportions, though her head is rather quite large.” Vision observed. “Wait, what?” The delivery waitress turned to him with a baffled expression. “Sweet cheese and crackers…” “Alright, are you all finished? I think you freaked her out enough. Move or she’s collapse from lack of oxygen.” Natasha finally said standing up, with a mug in hand, breaking up the group as if they were at an exhibition.

Wanda, and company left the area, though stayed close by to ‘for Romanov’s safety.’ “Hi?” She said, blindsided by everything that happened ten minutes ago. “Hi…” Natasha replied, placing her beverage on the coffee table. “I promise I’m not stalking you or anything. Mr. Stark—” “It’s okay. You’d think with all the genius and money, he’d use his time more productively…” The Russian assassin shook her head, waving her explanation dismissively. “So instead of taking me out to dinner, how about breakfast instead?”

Natasha continued to look on, Y/N’s smile spreading widely while she heard the others speak. She knew better though, that smile wasn’t reaching her e/c eyes. One of the many thing Romanov would notice whenever she smiled at her. “Who are you trying to fool? You know you’re my other half, Y/N…?” She said to herself, her black high heels hitting the hardwood floor but the loud music drowned out her movements. Romanov shadowed her, moving around the room. She couldn’t help but keep her eyes on her. Her locks bouncing and swaying with each turn of Y/N’s head. The way she parted her lips to drink from the clear wine glass. How they close on the rim of it and took in the bubbly rose colored liquid, and it slowly rolling down her throat when she swallows it. Y/N felt her eyes on her, but avoided her gaze because she knew. If she looked into those two pools of green, she’d run back to her. Nat was never one to beg, not only due to pride but by the teachings she was given, she must never show weakness. But the woman in her line of vision, falsely flashing a content grin to her audience beside him, was her weakness. “Just forget him, forget him and tell him I’m better. Your heart isn’t truly his, y/n. You’re mine and only mine, love.” She whispered to herself, half hoping she could hear her. Y/N was compelled to see her again but when she turned to find her, she was gone.

“Just leave him! Who imagines, mind you, that I never existed in your life.” Widow stated her claim. With a small lunch in hand she had prepared for Bruce, Y/N arrived to the tower just to drop it off but found herself with the red headed assassin. “Enough, Natasha…” She groaned, attempting to hold herself together before she makes another mistake and tries the relationship again. She was always worried, worried if the next day she’ll see her again. Anxious and stressed, waiting to any news of her return from missions. Several visits to the tower’s infirmary because something went wrong. She couldn’t. Her body no longer could handle the price that comes from loving her. The young woman, once vibrate and glowing, lost her light. Her eyes held dark circles from the nights she stood up to hear any update of her status. Her shiny soft hair, dulled over, unkept from brushing it back repeatedly as she sat in the hospital room for her to come to when she was injured. Slowly but surely, she was going back to her former self but her heart was still weary. Nat finally grabbed her hand, her temperature rising like Fall blooming into Spring. Her touch was the woman’s oasis. “Make it clear that no matter how hard he tries, you’re never gonna love him like you love me.” Black Widow pulled her in, enveloping y/n in her arms while she whispered the truth her love refused to believe. Silence fell, the area desolate and closing them in a world of their own. “You know the truth. You miss me as much as I miss you. I know you do… I already know. So why can’t you accept it?” “Because I know what are the consequences that comes from loving you, Nat,” Y/N’s voice shakes as she turns, “And it almost killed me the last time.”

She’ll come back. I’m certain that she’ll come back, The former KGB agent thought to herself. She sat at the foot of her bed, drowning in the moonlight that poured through her curtains. Her palms planted on her dark colored sheets while small droplets began to tap on her windows. The rain grew steady, their song playing just for her. “She loves the rain,” She said to herself, brushing her disheveled auburn hair back to watch the water dance on the glass. “You’re just with him for comfort.” Natasha said to herself. “You’re bored in his arms though. I saw it on your face.” Her head turned to the right side of her bed. Y/N’s pillows squeezed and distorted from the several hugs Natasha gave it to smell her scent again. However, her fragrance was fading, the final piece of her erasing itself from existence. “Who are you trying to fool, y/n?… You know just as well as I that you’re my other half… Please, come back…” Her ears picked up a few taps at her door, when she turned to the sound, it stopped. Perhaps just a figment of her imagination. Again, Natasha hears the flutter of whispered knocks, bringing her to her feet. She hesitated opening the door, her once stilled heart beating faster with each second she stalls. She turned the handle to the left, and gingerly opened the door…

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