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Green Eyes and Red Hot Blood

Just a good dose of jealous Bruce and horny Tony.

Warnings: exhibitionism, smut, unprotected sex, possessive!Bruce, slapping, little bit of choking, some degradation, Bruce goes a bit green

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Bruce was a hard man to crack. He had spent years forcing himself into the role of a meek but brilliant scientist in order to protect the people around him. He forced himself to hide who he truly was for so long that it was inevitable it would all come crashing down at some point or another.

Your relationship was relatively new, all tentative touches and secret words. It was the typical office romance; you bumped into each other in one of the many break rooms in the Avengers compound. You introduced yourself and he got so flustered that he spat out a random science fact and then ran away. He approached you again about an hour later, cheeks a dark red and handed you a cup of coffee (exactly the way you liked it) and asked you out.

Bruce was sweet, especially when making love, as he insisted you call it. And you adored that about him, but sometimes, sometimes there was this glint in his eye as your nails dug too tightly into his back or he caught sight of the love bites along your neck.

He just needed a little push to unlock that part of him and Tony was the perfect man to do it.

A wolf whistle echoed through the mostly silent lab as the glass doors slid open. “Damn Y/L/N, you are looking particularly sexy today.” Bruce looked up from his work to see you stroll through the entryway wearing a typical work outfit: a black pencil skirt with stockings, heels and a white button-up, nothing out of the ordinary.

You rolled your eyes at the billionaire. “You know that I can report you for sexual harassment right.” You retorted with a scoff while walking over to your boyfriend. Bruce flushed and cleared his throat.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going home early today?” He asked, making an effort to ignore his friend. You shrugged, the action barely covering how your red-painted lips turned up into a smirk.

With your wide hips swaying seductively, you rounded his desk to slip between him and the dark metal. Unconsciously, his large hands dropped to your waist and squeezed. Your hand wrapped around his neck, burying themselves in his salt and pepper curls. “Well, I thought I would come and rescue you. We can go to my place, get some Chinese and then…” You leaned into him so your lips pressed to his ear as your breasts pushed against his strong chest, “I’m going to suck your cock until you beg me to stop.”

Bruce’s breath hitched and his blush got darker. “Holy hell Y/L/N, what did you say to the Jolly Green Giant to get that reaction! And can I be next!” You growled under breath, very obviously not appreciating the audience.

But your man had a very different reaction. “Leave her alone Tony.” He stepped between your shapely legs, forcing the hem of your skirt to rise. Yet the most interesting thing was the hardness now nestled against your soft stomach. You raised your eyebrow at him but Bruce wouldn’t look your way, instead he was glaring at Tony, a radioactive green swirling in his eyes.

“Oh come on! I’m just teasing, unless…” Even without looking, you knew the self-proclaimed billionaire, philanthropist, genius, playboy was smirking in your direction.

“Bruce, we can just go. Ignore him.” Tony scoffed and muttered something under his breath before turning away from the pair of you to focus back on his work.

“Actually, I have another idea.” You barely had time to yelp before you were flipped around and pushed down onto the desk with Bruce’s palm in the centre of your back, keeping you still. He draped himself over you so his chin could fit into the crook of your neck. “Do you want this?”

A throaty moan was your answer and he smiled against your ear lobe before biting lightly. “Good girl.” The silky material of your skirt was easily slid up the expanse of your ass, exposing your ruined white panties to the cool air of the high tech lab. Your fingers curled into the palms of your hands as Bruce moved at a snail’s pace, kissing down your spine as he rolled back up to stand up straight.

Your eyes flicked over to the other end of the room, making sure Tony’s attention was towards the hologram beside him. You sucked in a harsh breath as the thin fabric covering you was shifted to the side and your slick folds were revealed. Fire curled in your belly as you heard the quiet clink of a belt buckle.

You half expected to feel the rough pads of his fingers delicately brush your throbbing clit like he always did during foreplay but instead you felt the fat head of his cock notch against your entrance. Nervously, you wiggled against the bench only to have Bruce pin you down once more. “Keep still.” He hissed quietly.

“B-Bruce.” You whimpered and you looked back at him. His eyes were dark, the brown swallowed by his huge pupils while his chest heaved. Lines of green crawled up the veins in his neck as he smirked down at you wickedly. This wasn’t your sweet Bruce, this was the Hulk.

Before you could even register that his hips were moving, you were stuffed full of his cock. Your pussy burned with the stretch, struggling to accommodate his thick length. You gasped in a vain attempt to fill your lungs with air but you were quickly cut off as Bruce’s left hand curled around the back of your neck, fingers pressing into the side of your oesophagus. “Look baby, look at what you’re doing to him.”

He forced you to turn your head back to Tony who was now sitting behind his desk, slack jawed and blushing like a schoolgirl. “Enjoy it Tony, cause this is the only time you will ever see her like this. She’s all fucking mine.” He punctuated each word with a devastating thrust forward into you.

Pleasure and pain ripped through you like a bullet, wetness spilling from you in waves with each thrust. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut, too absorbed in the feeling of being so full to bother keeping them open. A harsh slap to your cheek made them snap open once more. “Look at him while I fuck you.” He snarled cruelly, his voice dropping an octave. “Make him see what a good whore you are for me.”

Obeying, you met the other man’s eyes just in time to see him shift uncomfortably in his seat as his shoulder jerked briefly but quickly stopped as he looked at your face. “You’re all mine, princess.”

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Alone || Haunted

They had left the top of the hill, walking away back the field Natalia and Daisy patched up in.

"Why are there always so many people bothering us?" Daisy asked. "Why are there so many wars?"

"'Cause, honey, before all this, men could argue over sports, and before sports, they fought in wars. No more sports, they had to resort back to war." Natalia explained.

"Hey, this was a woman." Negan reminded. "This time."

"Yeah and it was you and the jolly green giant backing her up." She raised a brow.

Daryl had sent Daisy over to the patch of flowers, after showing her how to make a daisy chain, giving her something to do.

The two men sat on opposites sides of the log, whilst Natalia laid on the grass, staring at the sky.

It was silent between the three of them, before she started to chuckle, then that turned into a giggle, until eventually she was hysterically laughing.

"Dude, she's lost it." Negan muttered to Daryl, leaning over the log, watching Natalia.

"Shut up, man." He nudged him back over.

"Oh, god, it hurts so bad so laugh, but it's so funny." Natalia continued to giggle, holding her sides.

"Nat, what's going on?" Daryl asked her, shuffling off the log to sit beside her, holding her gently. "What's so funny?"

"My life, Daryl, my whole existence is a joke." She covered her mouth, trying to stop the laughs. "It's, the whole thing is just disaster after disaster!" She cracked.

"And that's funny because?" Negan continued to be nosy.

"Well, for starters I was born in 1985, y'know, the year of the 9000 victim earthquake in Mexico, and the spread of aids, and don't forget the Japan airline crash. Then, at the age of four, my father dies from a peanut, Hello, a peanut, one! Singular peanut! I mean, how the hell does someone just die from that, something so small!" She cracked up. "Oh, and spoiler alert, I found out I was also allergic, cause my mom's drug addict boyfriend, who was supposed to be babysitting me, fed them to me! Cause he was too doped up to tell the difference between them and pretzels! And then my Mom married my step-dad, who was a really great guy, I mean, he got me out of going to Juvie, he was kind, he never grassed me up, he's the one who supported me when my Mother found out I was pregnant in college and cut me off, then drove me to the hospital, when I went into labour during graduation! Which I finished top of my class, by the way, because my boyfriend at the time was too hungover to even bother to show up! But because I was a twenty-two year old mother, no one would take me on! Because they didn't trust it, and they called me unreliable, and a free monthly check ready to happen. At the age of twenty-five, guess what happened?" She didn't let them answer. "Dead people started walking and eating the alive people! Then my boyfriend kills himself, eats my daughter, I have to put down the both of them, which were my first ever walker kills, by the way, and then, I had a miscarriage, with no one around but my dog, who was also murdered!" She cackled at this. "Then I begin a feud with a man who had taunted me with rats! I hate rats! And then more people come along, and these are bad, bad people, they did terrible things, and I was left with no over choice but to kill them, because If I didn't, those bad things would either continue to happen, or they would just slaughter me. But then, then I met you." She smiled at Daryl. "And Rick, and Glenn, and Carl, and Maggie, and Beth and they are all gone! They're dead, the first good people, who made me feel like a person, are all dead or gone, and you're always too busy with other stuff then being around me, you might as well be gone! Anyway, and then, we spend months on the road, I had to spend months on the road with people who hated me, who didn't trust me because of the way I was forced to survive, all with a pregnant woman, who acted as though sleeping with her husbands best friend was such an heinous thing to happen to her, because nothing bad happens to angels like her, and she's just soo innocent, and this baby is such a curse! But she dies, too, because everyone dies, and I get shot! I got shot whilst I was playing ball with my dog, and you weren't there, because you left us! You left us for your brother who kidnapped Glenn and Maggie and beat them, did terrible, terrible things to them, but oh no, that's not the worst thing to ever happen to them, was it! I've been through three wars, I've been shot, I've been held at gunpoint, I survived by myself, and with a group of men who looked at me like I was the freshest cattle at the market, then I had to survive a herd, from inside a car, Oh, my twenty-seventh birthday? We met Evie, and thank god we met Evie, cause she's just amazing, but then a few days later, red poncho guy had to show up then disappear, and then Evie's dad dies, rip, Rick made us move that herd, and then I accidentally kissed you, and get this, if it wasn't for Michonne, I woulda never made a move on you, cause I thought I'd be cheating on my dead boyfriend." She wheezed.

"And then two months after that, our friends are brutally killed in front of us, and we get kidnapped, and some guy touched me, and I didn't even get justice, because that was taken from me, from the guy who kidnapped me! And then we escape, I get married, yay! We fight the war, and we win, once again, go us! But then I find out I'm pregnant, whilst hanging above walkers, literally hanging above them! Rick goes missing, my daughter gets kidnapped, I go into labour in the woods, whilst fighting a group of walkers, that I could barely do, because I was so large! We had a couple of good years, really, really good years, and then we move into the woods, and I get pregnant again, but that's fine, because I delivered him by myself, and then Carol shows up, she wants us to take care of her son, you said no, but god damn it, I'm so weak, I just had to cave, we go to Hilltop, and instantly get sent on a mission, Jesus dies, so sad. The kids escape from under our nose. We have to sneak into unknown territory to lure them back, and then we have to fight whisperers in an abandoned building, but then Henry gets hurt, because of course he does, and then the fair, oh, the fair. I spoke to Alpha, I was going to put Archie down for a nap, and she came and spoke to us, and I replied, I had a conversation with her, then walked away, I knew something was off, and I chose to ignore it, because Archie needed a nap, and then she brutally murdered my friends... my daughter had to see her best friend's head on a spike, and I wasn't even there to comfort her. I was in a freaking mine explosion, I was dead-"

"Nat, you didn't die." Daryl held her face, trying to make her stop talking, stop reliving all these memories, but she was on a train that had no other stations. "You didn't die."

"No, no, I did, for a little bit, I was dead, there's no over way to explain it, I died." She grinned at him, like a crazy person. "And I was stuck in this house, it was my old house, with Harry, and Winnie, and everything I did, or wherever I went, he would kill her, and I would wake up in the shower, and he would do it again, over and over, and over again, and I didn't know how to make it stop, I killed him, or I would kill her, or I'd avoid them, no matter what I did, she died, because I can't protect her, I'm not a good mother, and she died because I'm not, and the only reason I am here right now, is because my other daughter had to bring me back and help me get her out of there, and then she- she killed people, Daryl she killed those two whisperers on the hill, I don't think she knew they were alive, and not walkers, because I called them walkers, because I couldn't do it myself, so I turned killing real life, human people, into a game... a game! And she cut her arm. My baby cut her arm, and my other kids, I don't even know where they are!"

"They're okay, Nat, they're fine, they're with everyone, and they're okay." Daryl told her.

"Oh my god, I forgot about the cannibals!" She wiped tears from her eyes, because she was laughing so much.

"Natty, I really think you need to stop laughing, and sleep, instead."

"I've been asleep!" She snapped, looking up at him. "I was asleep for a whole day."

"No, you were unconscious for a whole day, and you lost so much blood, that I had ta donate mine." Daryl turned harsh. "That ain't resting. Daisy, get over here!" He called the girl over, who instantly came running at her fathers instructions.

"Yes, Daddy?" She asked, her Daisy necklace looped in her hands.

"You and yer Mama need some sleep, you ain't slept in over twenty four hours, so yer gonna both lay down, under this blanket." He pulled the blanket out from Daisy's backpack. "And yer gonna count sheep, till I wake you up, got it."

"Daryl..."

"Lay down, till you stop with the crazy talk." He demanded, gently pushing her back down, and instructing Daisy to come lay beside her, but of course Natalia opened up her arms for Daisy to snuggle in. "Ain't nothin' gonna get ya, no one's gonna hurt ya, sleep."

Natalia let out a grumble, but she got comfortable, snuggling with her daughter, whilst Daryl "tucked them in" before sliding back up the log.

"Shit, man, I- I knew she had issues, but... she never told me all that." Negan sighed, looking at the pair on the grass, when sometime had passed, that they both had to have fallen asleep.

"'Cause she ain't want no one to know, 'Specially not you, of all people, you only know what you forced out of her. An' she missed out a buncha shit, too..." He rubbed his hands together nervously.

They were quiet for a bit, listening to the silence around them, until Negan took a sip from his canteen, before offering it to Daryl, who took it.

"Not to spin a broken record, but I don't think she's comin' back." Negan started. "You know, I'm... I'm not bullshitting you."

"I know." Daryl replied, sounding defeated.

"When I said that I liked it.... that wasn't part of the act."

"Yeah, I know."

"You know, when your people locked me up, I lost everything. You know, seven years spent staring out that little window... man, it sucked. It got so bad, that even my memories had bars painted on 'em. So when Alpha took me in... I admit it, I... I liked it. It was... it was nice feeling like I mattered again, like I was respected. But she took it too far. You don't kill people that don't deserve it. And you never kill kids."

"Is that supposed to make me like you?" Daryl asked him.

"No."

"Good."

"But what about my winning personality?" Negan tried.

"You tried to steal my wife, and ruin my marriage, shit load of times." Daryl answered, getting off the log, and stirring Natalia awake. "Let's go." He muttered to her, grabbing the blanket, throwing it into Daisy's bag and swinging it over his shoulder, picking up his crossbow, then his still sleeping daughter.

"What about Carol?" Negan asked, at his retreating back, but no one answered him, and so he followed instead.

They had returned home, back to Alexandria, where Natalia was reunited with her two other children, Archie, who was still a baby, didn't understand anything else but to be happy that his mother was awake to hold him, whilst Bambi caught her up on everything she had missed, even the parts that Daisy had already filled her in, on.

Judith, Gracie and RJ, were also just ecstatic to see the woman, and so was the rest of her friends and family.

But of course the nicicites hadn't lasted forever, because as soon as Carol had returned home, all four communities set off to an safehouse, of sorts, an abandoned hospital.

Lydia and Evie had also joined them, and Natalia hugged the two girls when they had sobbed their apologies to her, for failing her, which she had to push that they did not, they were children, children who should never have such burdens to carry.

"You should sit down." Negan told Natalia, when she wobbled around the halls, staring out of every visible window.

"I'm fine, and I don't need to be taking advice from you." She told him, leaning on the window sill of the one she had been currently watching out of.

"Hey, it's what everyone's thinking, they're just too scared to tell you." He gently grabbed her elbow, but slightly tightened his grip when she flinched away. "Natalia, you've gone through a shit load, physically, you need to let your body heal."

"I am healed, okay, look at me, cast's and stitches, what else do I need?" She raised the arm he was holding.

"That don't explain why you can barely walk, now."

"I've been walking all day." She furrowed her brows at him. "And my ribs, I was hidden up in rubble."

"No, no, it's-" He reached for her shirt, going to lift it but she whacked him away.

"What the hell are you doing!?" She accused.

"Your stomach-"

"Daryl!" She called.

"Does he know?" Negan asked her.

"What's going on?" Daryl asked, flying around the corner.

"He tried to touch me!" She pointed at the man.

"Yeah, that's cause your wife is hobbling around until she eventually kills herself, Daisy weren't the only one who was cut up, was she?"

"You back the hell down, man." Daryl stared him down, joining Natalia's side.

"Whatever, I'm tired of helping you people." He threw his hands in the air, walking away, in defeat.

"Nat-"

"It's not a big deal, but he grabbed me-

"Show me." Daryl told her.

"What?"

"Show me what happened."

"I- but- nothing happened."

"Nat, I could see it all over, I can tell the difference between walker blood and your blood, this..." He gestured to the blood at the bottom of her clean shirt, clearly it had bled through, without her realising. "Is yours. I noticed it from the start, but you didn't tell me about it, so I didn't mention it, but now you're lying and hiding it? Show me."

"It's not that bad, that's why I didn't-"

"Natalia, show me." He pushed, standing opposite to her, seriousness all over his face.

Natalia sighed deeply, admitting defeat, before lifting her shirt, showing him her bruised, bloody and battered torso.

"I patched it up, its why I didn't say anything, and I didn't need stitches, so it's not even bad." She tried to soften the blow.

"Nat..." Daryl sighed, ghosting his fingers along her side, then checked that no one was around. "Baby, you shoulda told me."

"But I'm okay." She nodded, holding his cheek. "I'm okay, Daryl, so it's okay."

"It's not." He shook his head, looking down.

"It is, our children are all alive, you're alive and I'm alive, Dog is even alive." She chuckled. "That seems pretty okay to me."

"No... no, no it's not." He continued to shake his head, not meeting her eyes.

"It is, baby, it is, it's okay." She lifted his face, kissing him gently. "It's okay, Daryl, it's okay." She kissed him again.

He dropped his head onto her shoulder, his arms went around her, but he refused to properly hug her.

"Why don't we lay down, for a bit, find a quiet room-"

"I ain't gonna have sex with yer." He interrupted, through a sniff.

"That wasn't what I was implying." She laughed. "We can just lay down, for a bit, you need the rest, Luke's still working on his part, there's so many people here, and you need rest. You haven't stopped in days."

"M'fine." He lifted his head from her shoulder, looking down at her, his eyes were red and puffy, he looked so sad, it was breaking her heart just looking at him.

"You can't lie to me, I'm your wife and I'm injured, also, you're a bad liar, too. C'mon." She grabbed his hand, heading down the hallway, to find that empty room she spotted earlier, it had a bed in there, it would do.

"Alright, baby, you lay down, I'm just gonna go talk to Diane, okay? You stay here." Natalia pushed Daryl on the bed.

"But you shouldn't-"

"Stay, I'll be a minute." She narrowed her brows, glaring at him with a pointed finger, backing out the room.

Natalia used the wall as support to help her get to the crowded reception area of the hospital.

"Hey, uhm, Nat." Carol approached Natalia's side.

"Nat!" Rosita swooped by, easing Natalia away.

"Thanks." She smiled.

"Hey, I'm pissed at her too, she tried to kill my best friend, Daryl might have forgiven her, but I sure as hell haven't."

"Speaking of which. We need some time to ourselves, he's, he's been through a lot, too, he needs a lil break, we're just gonna lay down for a lil bit, you'll come let us know when it's time?"

"Yeah, sure, just make sure you're not moaning too loud-"

"Ro! Good intentions only! He'll barely touch me cause he's too scared he'll break something." She scoffed.

"Go cuddle, you deserve it." Rosita nudged her. "Kid's are preoccupied, we're working on shit, I'll come get you."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." She smiled, and Natalia walked away, passing a book shelf, picking up one of the books on her way back to the room.

"Yer back." Daryl greeted her, laying on his back, his head supported by his arm.

"Told you, I would be. So you forgave Carol, after she put me in a coma?" She asked, closing the door and slipping her shoes off, sliding on the bed, next to him.

"Naw, just tryna make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, again. she said sorry." Daryl replied, sliding further down, resting his head on her shoulder, throwing an arm just under her ribs, above the cut on her abdomen, his left leg covered both of hers.

"I don't wanna hear it, don't care. I was being nice to her, and she almost got me blown up." She grumbled, running her fingers through his hair.

"I know, you tried hard, proud of yer." He mumbled, rubbing his head along her chest as he eased into sleep.

She continued to run her fingers through his hair, as he slept, it didn't matter that she was in an unbearable amount of pain, they're gonna make him risk his life in a few hours, and he was too caught up about her, she needed him to believe she was okay, so she'd do what she could to make him believe that.

She didn't realise she'd started humming that song, the song she used to sing to the twins when they were in the womb, Eyes Without A Face, fuck, she loved Billy Idol.

Rosita burst through the door, eventually, looking alarmed.

"You guys gotta get up, they found us, we're surrounded." She told them, when Daryl jumped awake.

People were running around like crazy, when they left the room, throwing things, grabbing things, fixing things, and then some breaking things, it was hectic and chaos.

"Girls, get away from the window- oh... shit..." Natalia muttered, when she pulled the twins from the sills, but then spotted the mass amount of walkers just outside. "Alright, duck and quietly walk back to your area." She told them. "Go play with the cat."

"Archies playing with the cat, with Evie and Lydia." Bambi told her.

"Then go play with Archie, Evie and Lydia, playing with the cat." Daryl told them, resting his hands on both their heads, steering them in that direction.

"I'm scared." RJ grabbed Natalia's hand, his other was holding Gracie.

"But we're safe up here, y'know that." She told the both of them, crouching down.

"You've seen how many are coming." Gracie pushed. "Lot's more than we have."

"That? Pfft, I've seen more, this is lightwork." She kept her cool. "Come on, let's go play with this cat, huh? We don't have to worry about this."

"But you always fight, Aunt Nat, you're the best at it, my daddy said." Gracie said.

"Aunt Nat's on rest, she ain't fighting nothing." Daryl pressed, not only speaking to the kids.

"Yeah, Aunt Nat's gonna sit this one out." She scrunched up her nose at them.

"Our plan is the same." Gabriel started, when everyone stood in the reception area, as he went over the logistics of what would happen.

Natalia stood beside Daryl, even though she wasn't allowed to participate, she wanted to know what her husband was going to be doing. She held his hand, resting her head against his shoulder as they listened.

"We lead the horde away, just not from oceanside as we had planned. Once the walkers are clear, we evacuate to Rendezvous Point B. Luke. We ready?" Gabriel asked the man.

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, technically." He stuttered, standing up.

"That doesn't fill me with a lot of hope." Natalia commented.

"Shut up, he's nervous." Daryl muttered, lowly, kissing her head as he spoke, with out people hearing.

"So, these are the final pieces that we need to connect to the wagon. But in order for it to do the pied piper thing that we need it to do over the cliff, we gotta get from A to B, and I gotta plug and plug, and then we should be good to go." He explained.

"That wagon is on the other side of the horde." Magna, who had returned from the inside of the cave, traumatised, stated.

"So... someone's gotta go through it?" Jerry questioned. "With skins in there?"

"Four groups. Two in each. One carries the cargo, one protects. It's crucial that all the equipment makes it to the wagon." Gabriel continued.

"We can make it through. I'll help." Lydia offered.

"We're willing." Bea, from Oceanside, spoke up. "But not if she goes."

"And why's that?" Natalia asked.

"Stand down." Daryl told her.

"Well, we know she's earned trust with you, but... Oceanside isn't ready. Not with this."

"Says the girl who was shooting to kill at the age of ten."

"Stop." Daryl pushed.

"That's fine." Gabriel said loudly, trying to drown out the commotion of the other two. "As it happens, Lydia's role is in here."

"Look, we're not all gonna make it through." Daryl spoke to the group now. "But this is the only way."

"If Daryl's going, then so am I." Kelly declared.

Natalia made Daryl say goodbye to the kids, before he was required to gut up, she thought it would be best if they didn't see their father dressed up in walker shit, and smelling of it, too."

"You're not gonna die, are you, Daddy?" Bambi asked, hugging him tightly.

"Naw, sweetheart, I ain't." He promised. "I don't die, remember."

"That's cause you can beat anything, Daddy."

"Hell yeah." He grinned at Daisy, hugging her too. "Alright, lemme say goodbye, to my lil man." He took Archie out of Natalia's arms, giving him a dramatic kiss on the cheek, making the baby giggle. "He's getting heavy." Daryl bounced Archie in his arms, weighing the boy.

"He's getting old, soon, we're gonna have no babies left." Natalia pouted.

"That's not an excuse to have another one." Evie piped up.

"We ain't having another baby." Daryl told her. "Five is definitely enough."

"Five, but Daddy, you only have four kids, me, Daisy, Evie, and Archie." Bambi pointed at herself and her siblings.

"Yeah, but Lydia's also under our care, which technically makes her our kid, in a way." Natalia reminded the girl.

"Oh."

"Daryl, time's ticking." Gabriel walked past them.

"That man, he offs one person and thinks he's God, himself." Natalia grumbled.

"Hey, help me gut up." Daryl spoke quietly to her, passing Archie to Evie, kissing both their heads, then giving the twins another goodbye hug, kissing them, too, before reminding them all to stay safe and be good, and that he loves them.

"Alright, stay still for five minutes, Mommy'll be back." Natalia told the kids, following Daryl to the gutting station.

Daryl put the hoodie and the jeans over his clothes, and Natalia put on the large gloves, digging her hands in the matter and spreading it over him.

"I hate that I can't go with you, I hate feeling useless." Natalia told him, as she applied it on thickly, making sure no walker will sense him.

"Better to be useless in here, then dying out there." He told her, "You've done enough, already, you deserve to sit this one out."

"I know, but I still hate it." She pouted.

"Get your back for you, dear?" Luke asked Jules, as he helped her gut up, across from them. "You know I got your back out there, too, right?"

"Oh, and the rest of me?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm good to get that, too."

"Hey, you okay?" Jerry asked Magna, who was also going. "I mean, going back into the herd after everything..."

"I'm fine, you?" Magna smiled, meekly.

"Not at all." He replied truthfully.

"She gets to go..." Natalia rolled her eyes, as she finished up.

"She ain't end up in a coma." Daryl patted down her hair. "Hey!" He turned to Negan, who was stepping from foot to foot, looking rather uncomfortable. "Why you clean?"

"I ain't going." Negan admitted.

"You've done this more'n any of us."

"I am on the tip-top of every skins' kill list. Especially fee fi fo asshole. So if the idea is to get through without drawing a shitload of attention, then I am the last person these people want standing next to them."

"Please, Negan." Natalia stepped towards them, acting all innocent like. "Please, y'know, I'd feel a lot better if you went with them. I mean, no offense to these guys, but, no one will do a better job then you will, I mean, you're skilled, you know what's up, and... you got a winning personality." She played his own words against him. "You'd do it for me, wouldn't you? I'd go out there, but, I'm pretty weak, at the moment. But-- I'd feel so much better if you went with them." She went as far to stand on her tip toes, gently kissing his cheek, sealing the deal. "At least think about it." Then she led Daryl away.

"You're sick." He grumbled to her.

"Need to help somehow, don't worry, I'll bleach my lips, if it makes you feel better."

And it had worked, because Negan had gutted up.

"I love you, don't die on me." Natalia told Daryl, when Gabriel had called time.

"I ain't never gonna." He promised, he kissed Natalia, with tongue, and she knew exactly why, when he pulled away, staring down the tall, gutted up, man, wearing his whisperer mask.

"Daryl, you finished?" Gabriel asked him.

"Yup." He squeezed Natalia's hip, walking with the others, out of the door.

Natalia stood next to Judith, when they closed it again.

"He's gonna be alright." She told the girl.

"I know." She sighed. "Doesn't mean I'm not any less scared."

"That's a good thing, reminds yourself that you care, you're still alive and human."

He waved goodbye to the pair, smiling at them through the window, and they waved bye, back, and then Natalia took her and Lydia back upstairs, they didn't need to see the downstairs part fill up with walkers.

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Deuxmoi has her favorites and neither Tom or Z is one of them ☠️ you'll see spottings of Julia Fox at an an event looking crazy, Kaia gerber at some type of cafe or a report of her with a bf (the cafe being owned by her dad), the Jolly Green Giant in Australia cuz its prob easier for him to cheat there vs LA, or a white dude from the bachelor. Some celebs want to b seen more or have more rumors associated with him. We'll prob get more engagement confirmation from a random dude at a pub vs whatever Deuxmoi says.

You're so right Anon. DM def does have her favorites.

I also wonder too if some celebrities have warned her about talking about them on her gossip page lol 👀🤭

We'll prob get more engagement confirmation from a random dude at a pub vs whatever Deuxmoi says.

If that ain't the truth!! 😅🤣😂

Trust and believe, the Tomdaya FBI will find it out. We haven't been wrong since. Lol 😅

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Hi, y’all. Here’s my @galladrabbles submission again. Shadow, Moody, Buttercup

Mickey scoffed, “Can see your fucking shadow, Dumbass.” Ian was like the jolly green fucking giant.

Ian laughed and wrapped his arms around his husband from behind, “You’re fucking moody today.”

Mickey ignored him.

Ian smirked as an idea popped into his head, “I know what you need.” Ian’s hand came down hard on Mickey’s jean covered ass.

“Woah!” Mickey tried to turn only for Ian to hold him in place, “Back the fuck up, Buttercup.”

Ian snickered, “Buttercup? I’ll butter your cup, how ‘bout that?”

Mickey groaned, but those groans quickly turned into mewls, like a cat in heat.

#a03 #a03 fic #gallavich #gallavichprompts #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #shameless #shameless us #sutton li #gallavichprompt #galladrabble #galladrabbles

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Jolly Green Giant - Green Giant Sweet Peas TV commercial (1960s)

#jolly green giant gif #green giant sweet peas #60s tv ads #60s commercials #advertising mascots #vintage tv commercials #retro tv #sixties #1960s #gif #chronoscaph gif

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Avengers Gender & Sexuality Headcanons, but cleaned up a bit

hello hello! I revisited my old post, and it was messy af and I don't really headcanon a lot of these anymore. SO I PRESENT TO YOU:

The Avengers Being Gay As Fuck

STEEB ROGER ROGER || CAPTAIN AMERICA - ohhhhh boy... - bro is kinda not up to speed with how ✨🏳‍🌈 the gays 🏳‍🌈✨ are treated nowadays - so peter decides to teach him - and at first, he's kinda confused, esp about trans people - because hello, he was born in the fourties - it's kinda non-realistic to expect him to snap to reality just like that - anyhoo, peter ain't having the "how tf do trans people work" bullshit - he, like any good gen z kid would do, creates a shitty powerpoint presentation - after two full fucking hours of explanation, steve starts to get it - he still slips up sometimes... - but he tries his fucking best and honestly that's all we can ask of him - i don't really see steve labeling himself, but if you asked, he'd probably just steer the conversation away from that topic - would still use he/him - fuck that was long

TONY STARK || TIN CAN IRON MAN - bro has fucked and been fucked, taken and given head - by both men and women - cmon. there's no way that this billionaire playboy isn't fruity - pansexual, doesn't care about the gender of the person he loves - he's either in a poly relationship with pepper and rhodey or enemies-to-lovers with a certain stephen strange - he/him - funds the annual manhattan pride - qpr with rhodey

BRUCE BANNER || JOLLY GREEN GIANT - oh poor child - i feel like he is not one for sex - like bro practically radiates aroace energy - doesn't really feel the need for gender conformity. gender is an unknown subject and he doesn't like to meddle with it. end of story - pretty sure he's agender - i feel like he wouldn't care what pronouns are used, but if asked, i think he would answer he/they - bro is a triple a battery fr - prefers to be adressed as dr. banner or just banner

NATASHA ROMANOFF || SCARY ASSASSIN LADY - she/her. nuff said. - asexual. i will die on this hill - the red room taught her to use her body to get what she wants - but she never really wanted that - coughseggscough - i wanna say she's demiromantic & bi - clint is her biggest supporter - started the ace avengers club 🍇🐘👻🐈‍⬛

CLINT BARTON || LEGOLAS - i really can't see a queer clint. i can't - i also don't really see him being that one overinvested ally - he/him, straight, cishetallo - sorry :(

THOR ODINSON || THAT ONE THUNDER DUDE - he comes from asgard, where nobody really sees being queer as different - so when he comes to earth........just imagine his surprise when he finds out about homophobia - he found out when some dudebro was yelling at a girl who seemed like she wanted nothing to do with him - another girl was with them, and she looked like she wanted to kill the guy - thor was confusion - he asked what was going on, and the dudebro said that he caught his sister on a date with another girl - yknow, expecting thor to lash out at the girl - but thor was the exact opposite - he grinned, and congratulated the two on their relationship - WLW FOR THE WIN!! - dudebro started going off on a homophobic rampage - one glare from thor and he nearly shit his pants - and THAT is where thor got his title as protector of lesbians - he/him - tried using thunder based pronouns once but decided it wasn't for him - unlabeled. he thinks human labels are weird

JAMES RHODEY RHODES || WAR MACHINE - is he/him - gay as fucking hell oh my god - literally so gay - GAY MAN OVER HERE - k im done - i'm nearly 100% sure he's graysexual. doesn't really care for sex but if his partner(s) really want it...well, he loves them - probably has to steer tony away from fans all the time at pride - i'm also 100% sure he's down for polyamory. there's too much love for just one person in his heart - qpr with tony

PETER PARKER || SPOODERMAN - TRANS PETER TRANS PETER TRANS PETER!!!!!! - 🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧🏳‍⚧ - i know it's a really common tumblr headcanon but i FIRMLY support it! FTM - 60% sure that flash bullies peter because he's trans - i mean like it's more believeable than peter being a nerd - prob uses he/him - comes out to tony first, tony buys peter his first binder - may finds out next and she's just so happy. peter asks for name suggestions and she nearly cries - that's how he got his name :) - this kid forgets to take off his binder so often omg - like ned and mj and may MUST REMIND HIM or he'll forget - i feel like he'd be asexual but sex-neutral - doesn't care for it - bi. bi peter parker.

MICHELLE JONES || EMJAY - is enby 💛🤍💜🖤 - ain't no way she's a girl. like ain't no way - uses she/they if asked, but doesn't really give a fuck about pronouns - bisexual with a pref for gals. callin it now

NED LEEDS || NEDANIEL - pretty sure he uses he/they because he like the pronouns - thought that they/them was cool and just decided to use it :D - sweet boi, supports mj and peter sm - buys them pride flags ✨🏳‍🌈✨ - ned literally radiates aroallo energy like cmon - CMON - aroallos are so cool and sexy actually

LOKI LAUFEYSON || LOW KEY LMAO IM SO FUNNY - is genderfluid 💖🤍💜🖤💙 - like this isn't even headcanon fuck off - will use any and all pronouns, at any given time - idk...maybe it's just me but i'm getting MASSIVE asexual vibes - probably sex positive ace - like slay queen - panromantic. like do i even need to explain this

BUCKY BARNES || BUCKET - i will die on they/them bucky hill - and you will see my corpse there - and you will know i was right - unlabeled. doesn't fully understand themself rn, labels will probably make it worse - sam is a huge part of bucky's queer journey - probably uses peter as a queer encyclopedia

SAM WILSON || CHICKEN MAN - gay as freaking hell omfg - that is HOMOSEXUAL MAN RIGHT THERE - he/him - takes bucky to their first pride parade - queer legend - ✨🏳‍🌈✨

VISION || ROBOT MAN - is undecided on gender for now - decides to just use he/him while he figures everything out - i think he figures out that he's asexual real fast. like sex-repulsed - why humans would ever want to have intercourse is beyond him - same, girl, same - but he's definitely omniromantic. he does experience love, albeit a little differently than the rest of society - don't we all...

WANDA MAXIMOFF || WITCHY BITCHY - found out she was a lesbian after a failed date with vision - neither of them felt the attraction that they had before - so yes. gay. sapphic. wlw. - i hate the term but i feel like she would be a lipstick lesbian until she falls for a butch - she/her - has girl nights with her twin - hmm gay - ❤️🧡🤍💖💜

PIETRO MAXIMOFF || SPEEDY BITCHY - they/he/she - genderfluid, is particular about pronouns - like ik people don't really headcanon it but... - cmon. pietro is LIQUID GENDER. - (this also probably stems from my belief that every single fucking speedster is genderfluid no matter what fandom) - sees a pretty dress? will buy two. one for them and one for wanda - he really does slay stilettos tho - i think she's probably gay (mlm) - stfu pietro can be a gay man if they want to - fuck you

T'CHALLA || CATMAN - gay. GAY - he/they icon - wakanda is a safe place for EVERYONE - besides, all the dora milaje are wlw - probably homosexual, like what else would he be - nakia? 99% sure nakia is trans and they're in a qpr - AROACE NAKIA AROACE NAKIA - *aroaces every single character* - fuck yeah gay t'challa

SHURI || GENIUS GIRL - she/xe - sapphic asexual - shuri x riri is the hill i will die on - leaning towards women and fem aligned genders - started first wakandan pride parade - i'm 99% sure she officiated ayo & aneka's wedding - change my mind

STEPHEN STRANGE || DR WIZARD - agender, doesn't see the point in gender most of the time, so they/them/he/him - believes there are three sexes but an infinite amount of genders - demiromantic, demisexual - fight me - is most likely gay 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 - had a qpr with christine before the incident

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK!

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TEETH 15

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WC: 2.7k

Summary: You meet the Hulk, and begin to come to terms with living in the Tower.

Warnings: Fluff!

AN: Geez! I’m so sorry this took SO long. I must have scrapped this 3 or 4 times before settling and saying fuck it! I hope the wait was worth it! Thank you for reading <3

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When you and Tony arrived on the floor of the labs, you could hear things crashing and breaking. As you both neared the doors a loud roar shook the very floor. The vibrations carrying through the walls and the doors rattled on their hinges. Tony reached a hand out to open the door and you stopped him with a hand to his elbow.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You stared at him wide eyed. His brows furrowed as he looked back at you. “You’re not goin’ in there with whatever that is! It doesn’t smell safe,” you try to reason with him. "Wherever Bruce is, he ain't in there." You give another sniff towards the doors. Yep, definitely no Bruce, but his scent still lingers in the air.

Tony shakes his head, “It’s Bruce, he’s got ah -,” he runs a hand through his hair and sighs out of his nose, “he’s uh, well, he’s the Hulk. You know, Jolly Green Giant?” He waves a hand in the air. You shake your head more and push Tony back away from the door when another roar echoes through the lab and into the hallway.

Sir, should I deploy The Slumber Party Protocol? JARVIS’s voice rings out in the hallway

“Probably not, J, don’t wanna make him any more upset than he already is,” Tony grimaces, rubbing a hand over his chest. Another roar is heard and more crashing objects.

“I’ll deal with him,” you say and before Tony can do anything to stop you, you open the lab doors and walk in, shedding the blanket that was around you and dropping it to the floor. You're sure you heard him say don't get squished into a pancake, but you ignore it.

What you’re met with is only a little surprising. The lab is destroyed as you expected, tables and equipment thrown haphazardly around the large space. You can see cracks in the floor and indents in the walls, the thick glass that makes up the floor to ceiling windows has a few scuff marks like something was thrown at them but didn’t break.

“Bruce?” You call out your name telling him it’s only you, turning in a circle to take in the wreckage of the room. You catch something in the corner of your eye and swiftly turn towards it. In the far corner of the room, encased in shadow - because the lights along the ceiling had been smashed out - is a large man? You squint over at him, and raise a hand in greeting, “Hi,” you say and he lets out a low growl. You think you felt the vibrations on the floor all the way across the room. You can't help but growl in return. You take one step closer to him, and another and then raise both hands up in front of you.

He’s breathing heavily as you near him, a small welcoming smile on your face, you tell him your name but he doesn’t seem to register he knows it. “I’m Tony’s friend. And I’m Bruce’s friend, too,” he grunts angrily at you when you say Bruce's name. He takes a threatening step towards you, his giant foot making cracks in the linoleum floor, and he takes another until he’s only a few feet from you. You tilt your head up at him, “What’s your name?”

The giant green brute bends down so his fists are on the floor and his face is only a few inches from yours, and he lets out the most thunderous roar you’ve ever heard. You’re sure one of your eardrums blew out with the force of it. After the yelling was over, he grunted at you, his lips pulling back into a snarl.

“Me, Hulk!” He shouts, one fist coming up to beat on his chest, “what tiny girl want?” He lets out a growl again and bangs his fist on the floor next to you, but you don’t flinch.

“We were worried about Bruce,” you tell the Hulk, “Tony and I. Can you tell me what happened?” The Hulk eyes you warily, a snort coming out of him as he stands to his full height.

He paces around you and you stand still, you know when to roll over and show your belly - so to speak. And you don’t want to upset the Hulk anymore than he already was, if looking around the lab was any indicator. There’s a big inhale behind you and your hair lifts with the force of it, a large exhale follows and your hair is blown into your face.

“You smell funny, tiny girl,” Hulk grunts as he comes back around and plants himself on the floor, lounging back on his hands. He brings his other hand up and pokes you in the stomach with it, and the force of it pushes you back and you almost stumble over.

You smack his hand away and huff, “Hey, keep your hands to yourself, Big Guy,” he growls at you and uses his foot to kick you over. You catch it, shove his foot, and the strength of it must surprise the Hulk because he growls again and gets up to slam his hands together on you like an annoying fly. You jump back avoiding the blow and he scrambles to chase after you.

When you leap over a fallen desk, he catches you, his giant hand surrounding your torso. He grins in triumph as he holds you aloft, a big laugh coming from him. And it hits you, he just wants to play.

“Hey,” you call to him, the Hulk holds you close to his face, still grinning at you, “you wanna play? We’ll play,” and you grip his fingers and pry them open, it takes some effort but when you can easily slip from his grasp you jump up his arm and over his shoulder to slide down his back and run across the lab. “JARVIS?” You call to the ceiling, “Where’s a safe place to let the big guy play?” You’re tucking and sliding away from the Hulk as he tries to catch up with you. He didn’t think it would be this difficult to catch one small 'human' girl.

On the far side of the lab, giant doors open to an elevator shaft, there’s no lift waiting for you that you can see.

This should take you down to the accommodating floor. Mr Stark will meet you there.

As you near the opening, you see cables that go down at least 20 floors.

Jump, Miss. Cheeky AI.

You look back and the Hulk is still smashing his way over to you, the sneer that was on his face is now replaced with a smirk. You smile at him, “C’mon, Big Guy, this way!” And you leap into the shaft and free fall for a few floors before you grip the cables and slide the rest of the way. There’s a light coming from an open door further down, and as you near it you jump towards the ledge and roll to a stop after you enter.

The space you’re in looks like a giant rec room. There’s mats and padding along the walls, some giant weights are stacked in a corner, on one side of the space there’s Astro turf, a few treadmills, and a couple of punching bags. You step a little further into the room and as you do, a door opens and in steps Tony in an Iron Man suit, it’s a little bulkier than you’re used to seeing.

When you make a move to go to him a large thud sounds behind you and when you turn the Hulk is standing there, chest heaving and a big grin on his face.

“Hulk catch you, tiny girl!” He goes to bring his hands down on you again so you Shift, jumping up out of his grasp and landing on his shoulder. You give a flick of your tail and it hits him in the face and you leap off him and trot around the gym. Hulk looks so stunned by your abrupt transformation he just stands there with his hands still in mid air, looking very confused.

You give a big yip at him and lower your upper body and front paws to the ground and your tail high in the air, wagging wildly.

-*-

You and the Hulk had run around the gym for nearly half the day before you both collapsed in a heap in the corner. He had instantly fallen asleep once you jumped up onto his chest and started purring. His big snores filled the space and you and Hulk napped until Tony came over and called to you quietly.

You jumped from the Hulk and trotted over to Tony, stretching as you did. A few moments later the skin of the Hulk started to ripple and shift and change colors as he turned back to Bruce, his still sleeping form curled in on himself.

Tony stepped closer and brought over a change of clothes for both you and Bruce, and placed a blanket overtop of Bruce’s half naked body.

"That was nice," Tony said, his hand coming down on your head and patting you affectionately. "What you did for him. Big Green, I mean," he smiled down at you. Something flashed across his features you couldn't place, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

Across the gym you heard a groan and shuffling. Looking over, Bruce was sitting up rubbing his head slightly, and Tony started making his way towards his friend.

"How are we feeling, Brucey?" Tony asked, a hint of caution in his voice. You followed behind, peering around Tony as Bruce looked up at him.

Bruce grunts out a quiet 'fine' as he rubs his fingers around his temples.

After a moment of Bruce blinking owlishly up at Tony, he looks down at you, surprise on his face and he shuffled up onto his knees, pulling the blanket around him tighter.

Bruce said your name, a smile pulling at his lips. "I thought I imagined it, but here you are! Hulk was very adamant about seeing a dog," you snort out annoyance and your ears go back, "sorry, his words," he smiles apologetically at you and Tony brings a hand back to your head. Your ears perk back up and your tail wags.

"Thought you couldn't remember anything after Big Green takes over?" Tony asked, handing Bruce his glasses. Bruce puts a shirt on and holds his pants together as he stands.

Bruce shakes his head a little, "I usually don't, it's strange. He was excited to share what happened today," he scrunched his brows together seemingly lost in thought. And as he stared off into space, you went over and grabbed the clothes Tony had brought down for you.

When you return from Shifting and changing, Tony and Bruce are conversing lightly as they stand near the doors. As you make your way over to them, they look over at you, both smiling - though Tony's may be a little bigger - and Bruce gives a little wave.

They continue talking about some scientific whatever - it's all lost on you - as you all make your way out of the rec room and into an elevator. Tony places a hand on the small of your back and you melt into his touch. When the elevator doors open, it's to an open living space. A few couches and loveseats fill the space and there's a small kitchenette on the far side of the room. The space smells well lived in. Lavender and chamomile, brown sugar and leather. It smells like Bruce. You all make your way further into the apartment, Bruce telling you and Tony to get comfy while he makes tea.

There's also a hint of bubblegum and citrus in the air, and you realize this is where Peter's been staying if he's at the Tower. Tony plops down on the couch, bringing his feet up to rest on the coffee table, his arms spread wide as he brings them to the back of the couch.

Tony smirks up at you and tilts his head to the side for you to join him, and you snuggle up into his side. He brings an arm around you and you lean into him and he presses his nose to the top of your hair and breaths deep. A sigh of content leaving you both after a moment.

The floor to ceiling windows let the late afternoon sun shine through uninterrupted, and you slowly realize this is where you’re meant to be. Warmth crawls up your toes through your body and to your fingertips. It was strange to finally realize this is where your journey in life had taken you. Sitting beside the man your soul was tied to by some higher supernatural force you never understood.

Bruce came to join you two, setting a tray on the coffee table with a tea kettle and mugs, sugar and cream. It was a peaceful and quiet evening spent lounging on the couch with Tony and Bruce. The two men would fill the silence with chatter of fixing the lab and starting new projects in the coming months. Tony did a lot of the talking, and Bruce happily nodded along, sipping his tea as he listened to Tony ramble on about nothing and everything.

When Bruce left to make dinner, you offered to help and he gave you a grateful smile. Before you went to get up and follow Bruce into the kitchen, you shifted in your seat to face Tony, bringing your knees up and kneeling on them. He looked over at you with raised eyebrows, a small smile on his lips.

“Thank you, Tony,” you tell him sincerely. He scrunches his brows and sits up straight, taking his feet off the coffee table as he does so. Before he could voice his question you lean up and put your hand on his cheek, and kiss him. He makes a noise of surprise, his eyes wide before he relaxes and his eyes sink closed. He places a hand over yours still on his face and takes your wrist in his hand to keep you close.

The kiss is innocent enough, your lips melding and fitting together like a puzzle piece. His lips taste like the peppermint tea he had earlier and something uniquely Tony. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, his nose brushing against yours in the movement. His other hand moves to the back of your neck to maneuver you better and you let him, becoming pliant under his touch. A groan leaves him when you part your lips a little, his tongue slipping in to taste you fully.

You both part, leaning foreheads against each other, breathing in one another’s air. Panting and eyes filled with stars, you and Tony stare into each other's eyes. There’s a stupid grin on his face that you mirror, chuckling lightly he pecks your nose with a short kiss.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time you left the Tower,” he confesses quietly, he’s still grinning and his cheeks are slightly flushed. You run your thumb over the apple of his cheek, feeling the stubble of his goatee. He moves to kiss you again and it’s short and sweet.

When you two part again, there’s a soft clearing of a throat across the room, and you glance over your shoulder to see Bruce trying to avoid eye contact with you and Tony, his glasses are off as he cleans them off with the hem of his shirt. You can see a small blush on his cheeks, and he’s looking everywhere but at you two on the couch.

You giggle and peck Tony on the cheek before you get up. Tony tries to grab you with a whine of protest as you slip from his grip. As you pass by Bruce you pat him on the shoulder, “C’mon, Big Guy, let’s get started on dinner.”

Bruce sighs in exasperation, but there’s a small smile on his lips as he looks over to Tony, who looks like a love struck puppy, and then follows you into the kitchen.

-*-

#tony stark x reader #shifter!reader #tony stark x shifter!reader #mcu fanfiction #tony stark imagine

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aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide · 1 year

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A/N: I know it's been a long time, and some of you decided that Evocations was over for you before we rounded the final curve ... but I am still determined to finish it, bc Cabenson deserves it. This story means something to me, even though Cabenson isn't canonically endgame. So, here's the next piece. There's not too much left to cover past this, so hopefully I can do the rest of it justice, too.

Rating: 14+

Spoilers: Scorched Earth, Lost Reputation, Above Suspicion

Trigger/content warnings: references to Domestic Abuse/Violence (M/F), alcohol, Domestic Homicide including graphic description of a crime scene, nausea and vomiting

Evocations: XXV

They say you can never start over the way it was, but for just a little while, they beat the odds. Somehow, it was 2002 again, with Alex in Olivia's bed at the end of the day, it was joints shared on the roof in each others' arms, talking about their years spent apart. There were no rough edges, no fighting. Just fucking, laughter, good food, and solid sleep.

When the world once again shifted beneath Olivia's feet, for the first time it was not Alexandra who left her.

Elliot disappears as though twelve years together evaporated into the aether. No words, no phone call, not a post-it note or a 'kiss my ass' to dream on. At the end of the day that she finds out from Cragen, she walks into her apartment to find Alex making dinner.

"Elliot quit," she tells the blonde, hands fisting her hips in an attempt to push the tremble in her voice down her arms and back into her body.

Alexandra stopped dicing just shy of severing a fingertip in surprise. Biting her lip in dismay at the emotion on Liv's face, she wiped her hands and came around to the brunette, enveloping her in a hard hug, which lasted a long time.

Alex tried what she could to dispel the dark cloud that Stabler's ghost wrapped around Liv; she pulled out every trick she knew from all their stuttered years, making time for wine nights, for trying new restaurants, for black & white film festivals. They were still happy together, but the blonde knew that something inside Olivia was broken, something that all the quality time in the world was never going to fix.

Not everyone's heart is made whole by the love of just one soulmate. Part of the identity Liv had carved out of herself was made to fit into Elliot Stabler, and his absence took up as much space as his presence ever had.

Stabler had been Liv's anchor, and now Alex knew that Olivia was adrift at sea.

Throughout 2012, ADA coverage was a three-way split for SVU between Cabot, Novak and Cutter. When one of them was handling a sex crimes case, the others were handed cases in other departments. Late that year, Alex got a call telling her to meet a client at the hospital.

A pack of bustling ER nurses parted to reveal a battered middle-aged woman who looked like she had lost a battle with the not-so-jolly Green Giant. For a moment, from a distance, she looked so much like Olivia that Alexandra's heart jumped.

"Hi," she says quietly when she gets within speaking distance. "I'm ADA Alex Cabot. What's your name?"

The scared brunette looked at Alex, but the gaze was hollow. "Betty," she answers through swollen lips, "Betty Bluestone."

When Alexandra gets home that night, she is poised to start telling Liv about Betty's DV case. But the apartment is dark and silent. A ripple of discontent passes through the blonde for the first time since she returned, and she is immediately uneasy. She doesn't call, or text - opts, instead, to open a bottle of wine and order in something to eat.

Hours later, Olivia finds her swaddled in the heavy throw blanket, asleep in front of some flickering old movie. There is unfinished wine and cold Chinese on the coffee table. The brunette shakes the ADA awake, unaware of all the words that come rushing up out of the sleepy blonde's mind about the beaten woman who looks like her.

Before Alex can form any of them, Liv tells her, "Cragen's been accused of murder."

They fight with each other, but only in their heads. Olivia dives into saving Cragen, which Alex understands, as Cragen is really the only father Liv has ever known. Alex doesn't budge from the Bluestone case, which Olivia won't forgive.

It makes the Autumn longer, and colder. They don't have much time for just each other - they are ships in the night, passing like ghosts, hulking and silent. Over the weeks, Betty becomes the surrogate for Alex's protection and concern: she checks in constantly, arranges shelter, makes sure there is no contact with Mitch, and preps Betty for court until both their voices crack.

Liv goes to war for Cragen; her years at SVU, and Elliott's abandonment both tangled up in her battle plans. She learns the hard lesson that parental figures are never faultless. She refuses to lose another part of what has made SVU her home.

In the end, both battles are lost.

"Mitch, no. Leave her alone, let's just go home."

Alex is numb with the cold on the stone steps of the courthouse. Her ears lift at the sound of Betty's plaintive voice.

"I should give that bitch a piece of my mind," Mitch Bluestone rumbles back to his wife.

"I just want to go home. I've missed you."

Alexandra's stomach knots at the words that come out of Betty's mouth. She turns just enough to watch the couple continue down the steps in perfect sync, waiting to see if Mitch will throw a snarl back over his shoulder.

Their day in court had been a disaster. Between Mitch's intimidation from the defense table, and his lawyer tearing Betty apart, it had all gone to hell. It had taken an act of divine intervention to keep Cabot from screaming when Betty had apologized meekly after telling the ADA that she and Mitch were going to "try one more time."

She stood in the cold for long minutes after the Bluestones had disappeared from sight, wishing for a joint, wishing for Liv's calm pragmatism, for anything but the emptiness that the defeat had punched into her. Even if she goes home, she knows she won't find relief, because Cragen is still in lockup. Olivia has slept and showered mostly in the cribs at the precinct for weeks, sending errant text messages when she had an extra three seconds in a minute.

So Alex goes to a bar instead, tossing back martinis that make up the largest portion of her meals for the day. By the time a woman makes eyes at her from across the bar, the blonde is four drinks deep, but allows the woman to buy her one more anyway. She stands up to leave when it's empty, and isn't sure if it's the world that's spinning her on her feet, or the Wheel of Fortune.

Perhaps both.

Alex wakes in bed in the apartment, with Olivia shaking her insistently. The dull ache of a hangover is a weight at the blonde's temples as she wonders when her lover got home, and if it means Cragen's charges are dropped.

"Lex," the brunette mumbles again, "Alex. Your phone's ringing."

She reaches to the bedside table, doesn't recognize the number, puts it haphazardly to her ear anyway. "Cabot," she muffles out.

"ADA Alexandra Cabot?" The voice on the line is far too awake for the hour, and Alexandra winces.

"Yes."

"We found your card in the effects at our crime scene. Is a Mrs. Elizabeth Bluestone your client?"

Her blue eyes snap open wide as she sits up in the bed. Olivia is already back to sleep and breathing softly. "Yes. Did she ask for me?"

There is an apologetic pause on the line, then: "Uh, no ma'am. She's dead."

Mitch is arrested and long gone from the scene by the time Alexandra arrives. The one cop car that remains outside has lights but no siren, the blue light illuminating the windows in staggered flashes. The darkened house full of shadows hulked on the lawn in the eerie quiet that follows chaos.

Unlike Olivia, who could flash a badge and push her way in to nearly anywhere, ADA credentials didn't grant Alex much entry. She waited uneasily for someone to fetch the cop in charge so she could get inside, and a younger guy, the one that had called her she presumed, came out to meet her.

"Neighbor called in a Domestic Disturbance," he explained quietly as he lead her into the house, "which escalated to Shots Fired before we even arrived. The husband went quietly enough, but the woman was DOA. We found your card in the pocket of her jeans."

At the end of the hall they turned into the bedroom, and Alex was hit immediately by the tell-tale scents of domestic violence that has reached its climax: sweat, gun powder, and the copper-metal tang of spilled blood. Her stomach lurched, already disquieted by her hangover.

Off the master bedroom there was an ensuite. The light inside it was on, the coroner and a CSI stood near the doorway, trading quiet murmurs between them.

"I don't imagine this was their first fight," the young cop said.

"No," Alex confirmed, her heart racing at the idea of looking inside the bathroom. She took another couple steps forward, then halted again. "Did he say anything?" she asked, "The husband?"

The police officer cleared his throat. The coroner, the CSI, both turned their heads to look at him. "He said . . . he said he wished he'd've had more bullets. Ma'am." He took a breath to tell the tall blonde ADA that she didn't have to go in there, but it was too late - she had closed the distance between herself and the doorway.

Alex swayed on her feet for just a second. Her nostrils flared, heart racing as her pupils dilated with the shock of fight or flight. Blood coated the bathroom tile, parts of the walls, and flecked the porcelain of the fixtures. Betty had dropped where she stood, a freeze-frame of her last moment, eyes wide open and a hole bulls-eyed into her forehead. The blood pooled around her head that had soaked into her dark hair was scattered with bits of brain and scalp and splinters of skull bone.

Mitch had said "I should give that bitch a piece of my mind," earlier that day, but instead had gone home and painted the ensuite with pieces of Betty's.

But the worst part were her eyes.

Not that they were open. Not even that they were dull with the finality of it all.

No, the worst of it was that instead of looking surprised by the turn of events the night had taken, Betty looked as meek and as cautious as she'd looked when apologizing to Alex after court. There was no righteous indignation, no pleading or regret.

Betty Bluestone looked for all the world as if she had been expecting it.

Betty Bluestone looked relieved.

Alexandra didn't see the long pale grey hallway wall, or recall ducking the crime scene tape as she rushed past the cop watching the front door. The next thing her eyes fixed on was the Bluestones' lawn as she threw up whatever was left of her drinks from earlier that evening. Normally, the ADA would be ashamed of such a rookie move, but Alex was past it that night. She was past all of it, perhaps for the first time in her whole life.

As the cold night air seeped into her skin, she thought of all her years at SVU. She thought of her years on the run - from Wisconsin to other made up lives, of all the people and love lost along the way. Then of Africa, of how anything she did there had been little more than a drip in a giant bucket of war and violence that never ended. Alex thought of Holland, of Knopf the cat, of Sky High, of the children she was probably keeping Olivia from having. There was all that loss, all those endings, all the change and activism that she had wanted to achieve.

And there was Betty, getting cold on the bloody bathroom tile.

It wouldn't do.

Not anymore.

The clean white light from above the stove is the only illumination in the apartment when Olivia gets home the night of the day of Betty Bluestone's death. Cragen is still in lock up. Cassidy had been shot. Her entire world was upside down, and all she wanted was to crawl into Alex's arms and find sleep that wasn't tainted with the impotence of all her efforts.

On the counter across from the semicircle of light was a little dark object that Liv didn't recognize. She stumbled through taking off her shoes as she got closer. Slowly, a faint smile crossed her features as she held the item up into the light, turning it.

It was a set of Nesting dolls, but instead of the traditional Russian doll style, they were painted to look like a female cop in uniform. Liv twisted the doll open to get to the next one, closing the largest and setting it aside. She repeated with the second doll.

The third doll was not a cop.

Liv frowned. The third wooden doll was a likeness of Alex: blonde, court-ready in a formal skirt and jacket combo, her reading glasses on. Then the fourth and fifth dolls went back to cops in uniform. Lastly, even stranger, the tiniest of the dolls was painted as a baby. It was just a tiny, indistinguishable face, swaddled in a white blanket. Olivia used a fingernail to part the seam in the wood and popped it open.

Inside of it was a ring.

Alex's ring.

Olivia had bought it for her for the first birthday they'd spent together after Alexandra's return. It complimented the diamond and rose gold one that the blonde had bought all those years ago.

The finality of it gripped Liv slowly, a tingling numbness that started in her toes and filled her all the way up. It felt familiar, and somehow different all at once.

The Matryoshka doll was Alex's goodbye letter.

Olivia was finally, truly, alone.

TBC

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