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red-rayne-the-furnace · 5 days

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Bad Habits & Cloves

Peter Parker has a gift to help his boyfriend's cigarette addiction.

CW: Cigarettes, cursing, disordered eating

[This is OCxCanon content]

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High up on the roof of a skyscraper, during the first snow of the winter, Red paced around the rooftop with his arms clasped behind his back. Each snowflake that fell on the redhead, melted away with a small sizzle as they hit his skin.

Red took his phone out, making sure this was the right building, he made sure he had the right time, and date. What was taking Peter so damn long? He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. Red tapped his foot impatiently staring at the clock, he whipped his head around looking any direction the web-slinger could come from. He checked his phone obsessively every thirty seconds.

Red had grown impatient, and his stomach was growling. He knew Peter hated it when he smoked, but a quick one wouldn't hurt, right? What Peter didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Red took out a pack of cigarettes he bought just yesterday. He needed to do something, to take his mind off of waiting.

Red flicked his thumb off his middle finger lighting a small flame on his thumb, igniting the cigarette he held between his lips. He folded his arms over the concrete buffer, exhaling the smoke out over the edge. All his fidgeting and anxiousness melted away as he kept inhaling the smoke.

Peter was swinging as quick as he could, through the narrow passages of the city. He glanced at his watch, feeling his heart rate pick up a little. He was so late, he was so, so late. Finally, he swung by the building he was supposed to meet Red at.

Peter landed behind the redhead, he could smell the cigarette from there. Peter sighed, they have argued about this time and time again. Red smoked heavily since they met in college. Red started it because he couldn’t afford food often, so the cigarettes staved off his hunger, but now he just couldn’t kick the habit.

Red smoking wasn’t just an addiction risk though, it had more risk of hurting him than most. Red already struggled keeping his body heat in control due to his mutation, inhaling hot smoke made it harder to control. Red has accidentally ignited when smoking before, burning himself and his insides from the excess heat.

Peter snuck forward toward Red, and as he got right up behind his boyfriend, he reached around grabbing the lit stick from Red’s mouth. The redhead jumped, whipping around ready to grab whoever snuck up behind him.

“You’re a fire hazard enough already, don’t you think, Blaze?” Peter leaned in and planted a small kiss on the frazzled Red’s lips. Peter cringed slightly as he tasted the smoke and tabacco on Red’s breath.

“SHIT, webs, quit sneaking up on me!” Red spat, his face flushed from the sudden kiss. “I’ll put a bell around your neck I swear.”

“If you quit smoking, we’ll have a deal.” Peter winked as he threw the cigarette on the floor, crushing it under his foot. “We’ve talked about this Red…” he grew serious as he looked the redhead in the eyes.

Red’s iron gaze softened slightly as he saw Peter’s eyebrows curved upward slightly, and the brunette’s small frown. Peter put his hands on his hips as he stared on at Red, his eyes swirling with worry.

Red tore his eyes away from Peter’s face grumbling. “Awh, not this bullshit again.” Red wasn’t actually mad at Peter, but at the guilt that twisted his guts in several ways.

Peter sighed, he saw the way Red’s eyes and cheeks sunk in slightly. The way the usually stocky man lost some mass to himself. Red had been forgetting to eat again, and probably wasn’t sleeping right either. Red was always awful with eating, but it went from due to lack of money to the fact Red was always busy on missions for the X-men.

“Fine… I won’t lecture you. Just let me buy you a meal.” Peter smiled as warmly as he could, despite the sinking feeling in his heart.

Red had a grin spread across his face as he started rubbing his hands together. “Free food you say?”

Peter put his pointer finger up, “Oh, no no no, not free. You know our little deal, give me the death sticks.” Peter put his hand out, with a small c’mon motion.

“Fuck off, death sticks? Really?”

Peter had been doing this since college, he’d exchange Red’s packs of cigarettes for either food, homework answers, or whatever else Red was trying to get off Peter. Red knew better than to fight Peter on this, and reached into his back pocket.

“This better be a good meal. This was a brand new pack.” Red slapped the pack into Peter’s hands who swiftly tossed it into the trash, pulling his mask back over his head.

Peter climbed up onto the concrete barrier putting his hand out for Red to grab. “May you do me the honor, m’sir?” Peter bowed at the ribs, gaining an eye roll from Red.

“M’sir?” Red snorted as he took Peter’s hand stepping up onto the barrier himself.

Peter pulled Red into his body, feeling as he heated up ever so slightly. Peter wrapped a secure arm around Red’s torso, and let Red wrap his own arms around him before diving off of the building.

Red had swung with Peter many times before, but he was still as terrified as day one, screwing his eyes shut. Red grabbed onto Peter even tighter, hiding his face in the webslingers shoulder as they cut through the air.

Finally Peter flew through the open window of his bedroom, gently placing Red down as he landed. “You can open your eyes now. We’re on solid ground.”

Red slightly opened one of his eyes, exhaling relieved as he saw it was just Peter’s bedroom. He sat on the bed waiting for Peter to change into his civilian clothes.

“You were late.” Red chided.

“I know, I’m sorry I had to pick something up and then Spider duty came. I didn’t mean for it to take so long though.”

“What’d you pick up?”

Peter stepped out of the closet rolling up the sleeves of his brown denim jacket. “Where did you say you wanted to eat?”

Red assumed Peter didn’t hear his question, and decided to move on. “How about that pizza joint you used to work at? I really liked that place.”

“You mean you liked annoying me on shifts ordering a billion cups of ice.”

“A man has to cool off in these brutal New York summers.” Red held the front door open for Peter as they were leaving.

“It was the dead of winter when I worked there, you idiot.”

Red chuckled, he always loved finding any way he could to bother Peter back then. Hell, he still does, just in different ways.

Red and Peter walked side by side down the street, the pizza joint was just a few blocks away. Besides, they hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, so they appreciated the extra time to catch up.

Red talked about some of the things he’s been working on with the X-men. At least what he could tell Peter without getting in trouble. Peter discussed his newest project he’d been working on with Gwen over at Stark industries.

Somewhere along the way, Peter noticed Red was starting to smoke a bit. His body's way of overcompensating for the cold weather. Peter slipped his hand into Red’s. The motion was casual enough the redhead didn't notice and he kept talking. Red’s hand was always so warm, it was rough and calloused from all the harsh work he's done with his hands. Red mindlessly transferred some of his excess body heat to Peter, a rush of warmth surging through Peter. Eventually, the snowflakes didn't burn away when they hit Red’s skin.

As the two got to the restaurant and were seated, he noticed Red was spacing out a bit. They took a seat across from each other and ordered their drinks. Peter made sure Red got a drink without caffeine, another trigger for his powers.

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a little while waiting for their food, Peter stole glances at Red here and there, realizing he was just zoning out. Red had a small grimace as he was stuck in his head and thoughts.

Peter took one of the straw wrappers, subtly balling small pieces of it. He loaded the paper wad into a straw before aiming toward Red, blowing a spitball at him.

Red snapped his attention to Pete, a smirk tugging at his lips as he flicked a sugar packet at Peter. Peter and Red shared a small chuckle, their small fight got interrupted by their food arriving.

Red bit off the end piece of pizza, a content “Mmm” coming from him, a melty string of cheese connecting the bite. Peter smiled, his favorite thing about eating with Red is that the redhead enjoyed every bite he got.

Peter ate purposely slowly, making sure Red got his fill of the food. Something he'd picked up a long time ago. It happened so often, Red thought Peter was just a slow eater. Peter had a lot of small things he did for the redhead right under his nose.

As they finished eating, and started heading back home, Peter noticed Red fidgeting again. Red’s foot tapped incessantly as he sort of bounced in place tapping his fingers together.

“You wanted to know what I stopped for before I came to see you right?” Peter asked, reaching out and gently grasping one of Red’s twitchy hands, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“Oh, yeah I did.”

“These.” Peter took out a small box handing it to Red. “I still don't like you smoking… but these are better than tobacco.” Red opened the box and got the strong scent of cinnamon from rolled up cloves.

“You got me clove cigarettes?” Red took one out rolling it between his fingers. “This is why you were late?”

“Yeah,” Peter confirmed. “I just want you off tobacco and nicotine, and I know you smoke as a stim so i thought this would be a good compromise for the time being.”

Red lit one up, putting it to his mouth taking a slow drag off it. The warm spices tickled his tongue before he exhaled. Red stopped walking for a moment, Peter stopped a step ahead looking back toward Red curiously.

Red suddenly slid his tough hand onto Peter’s cheek, guiding him down for a soft kiss. Red’s lips were sweet and tasted of cloves rather than Marlboros. Peter melted into the soft and gentle kiss from Red, gently placing his own hand over Red’s.

“Thank you, Peter…” Red whispered as he gently leaned his forehead against Peter’s. Peter’s heart pounded as he gazed back at Red, a dopey smile spreading across his face.

“Always,” Peter promised as they both pulled away, going back to walking beside each other. “Besides, cloves taste a lot better than tobacco.” He finished, smirking as he got shoved in the shoulder playfully.

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Author’s Note

(Main Account: @parexysm )

An illustration turned one-shot, turned gay. Originally intended to be a platonic interaction between Peter And his best friend Red, MY best friend insisted it be turned romantic between them.

Now I present to you HeatWebs the ship name of Red Rayne, my Marvel OC, and Peter Parker.

Thanks for reading :)

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nerdwhoauthorinserts · 1 year

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I re-did Copycat’s reference

Heheheheheh-

I was trying to go for a more dynamic pose here, but I’m not sure if it came out looking right, tbh.

Anyway, but yeah. (Also, yes, I did show him shapeshifting into Loki specifically on the ref.)

#marvel self insert #marvel fan character #marvel fandom #Self Insert #self insert art #self insert community #self insert oc #s/i community #self insert ref #marvel original character #marvel oc #male self insert #reblogs welcome #reblogs allowed #feel free to reblog #do not reupload #s/i hours #Nerdwhoauthorinserts #Pen to screen

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buckbuckstan · 2 years

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Worthy Of -Characters

Summary:

What’s that saying?

“What’s Meant to Be Will be”?

Ex model, turned actor James “Bucky” Barnes never believed in that sort of thing -at least not until Julissa Castillo entered his life. Julissa was everything James never realized he wanted AND needed. When their lives become intertwined in ways they never thought possible- will these two have the courage to acknowledge they are worthy of love? Not just from each other-but themselves?

Characters: AUBucky Barnes x OC Latina character

Warnings: Mental health, drug use mention, alcohol use, future smut, angst, slow burn, domestic violence mention, fluff, language

Rating: NC-17

Authors note: List of characters below

James "Bucky" Barnes- former model, now well known "bad boy" actor (Sebastian Stan)

Julissa Castillo aka "Jules" , "Issa" , "Lisa" - a nurse practitioner, working and living in NYC (Julissa Bermudez)

Steve Rogers -Julissa's old-roommate/best friend (Chris Evans)

Wanda Maximoff - Steve's fiancé and Julissa's old roommate/friend (Elizabeth Olsen)

Sam Wilson- James best friend (Anthony Mackie)

Natasha Romanoff- Bucky's personal assistant/friend and Sam's wife (Scarlett Johansson)

Sharon Carter- Bucky's manager and ex-girlfriend (Emily VanCamp)

*there are others who will make an appearance- but it will be later on.*

Prologue

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fandom #seb #seb stan #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan fluff #bucky #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #marvel fanfic #marvel fan character #bucky fanfic

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y-make-art · 2 years

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Evie and Pandemonium references ✨

I forgor to add their heights.

Evie: 1.78m/5'8ft.

Pandemonium: 2.57m/8'4ft.

I lit came up with half of her treats in the moment I was writing it jsjsjs

#Venom #Venom fan character #Marvel fan character #Fan character #character reference #character art #digital art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #my art #Mutant?

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samsantala · 11 months

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Kumo-Mori Spider-Man

Tbt to a spidersona I created back when Spiderverse 1 came out. A forest dwelling Spider-man who swings among the giant trees and mushrooms of his universe.

#art #artist #digital art #concept art #artists on tumblr #drawing #spiderverse fanart #spiderman #spidersona #spiderverse #marvel #fanart #fan art #character #character design

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whaddayadothatfor · 11 months

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Eucteniza relata

Summary: After catching Miguel in the act, you realize you’re trapped in his web. Miguel, tired of your smart mouth and disobedience, has a bone to pick with you.

Content warnings: dub-con humiliation, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, faux!vampire!Miguel because I’m obsessed

AN: This man is an asshole, y’all. Yummy. This is also so so nasty. Did anyone watch The Invitation?? Remember the scene with the door? Those that get it, get it. Anyways, I hope y’all like it! Oops and before I forget, there will be a third and final part. See ya!

Taglist: @quaintii @sunflowercandie @villainarc-2 @battinsonwhore05 @friendly-reject @baker-and-fangirl @cynicallyaestetic @alnmpt

MDNI

This is the second part to Ctenizidae! Check it out here if you haven’t read it yet: Part 1

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Miguel lifts you up, holding your hips in his hands. He trails his fangs from the base of your neck to that sensitive spot right beneath your ear lobe.

He bites down gently, just enough to draw both blood and a whimper out of you. He tugs your hair back so he can do want he wants without interference, kissing and sucking and biting as he pleases, paying no mind to your choked-back moans.

When he’s had enough, he moves to whisper in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“You know, I’ve had just about enough of that mouth of yours—“

“My m-mouth has done nothing to you.” Miguel grabs your cheeks and smooshes them together, making all your words slur together.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about,” he groans, his head tilting upwards in exasperation. “You never know when to shut up, you always have something to say.”

You glare at him. You want to say something, but then you’d prove his point. He continues, sparing no attention to your restraint. Rude. Well then, if he’s just going to ignore you anyways, why bother?

“Y’know I have a reputation to uphold—“

“That sounds like a personal problem.” He glares at you, and you remember the position he has you in. Caged in between him and the wall, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“It’s about to be your problem.” He lifts you easily over his shoulder and carries you across the room, dumping you unceremoniously onto the bed. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

As he sits down, you scramble over to the head of the bed, but Miguel grabs your ankle and yanks you back.

“Oh no, you don’t get to run. C’mere.” He manhandles you over his lap. You struggle against him, but it only works against you, like a spider’s prey working itself deeper into the web. Miguel is relentless and patient. He holds you down with one hand, waiting until you tire yourself out.

“Are you ready now?” At your silence, he continues. “Here’s what you’re gonna do: you’re going to take this spanking, like a good girl. And afterwards, you’re gonna say thank you.”

“This is ridiculous—“ You hissed after Miguel slapped your thighs, one after another in quick succession.

“I wasn’t finished. Be quiet.” He rubs the warmed skin gently before continuing. “You really have a problem with talking back. I think being on your knees will fix that. But first—“

He peels off your jeans but leaves your underwear, just enough that you ass was fully exposed. You feel like a schoolgirl getting paddled in the principal’s office. It is humiliating.

He groans, deep and guttural as he gropes your ass. “Dios mío, este culo.”

“Wait, hold on—“ He doesn’t. He strikes your right cheek, then your left. He does it over and over, in the same spot. He doesn’t stop, not when you arch your back, nor when you’re flailing your legs or even when your soft cries turn into low moans. “I can’t, Miguel. Please.”

He pauses. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying yourself, princesa.” He squeezes in-between your thighs and drags his two middle fingers across your slit. “Not when the evidence is dripping from your thighs.”

He shows you just how you enjoyed his attention by shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck.” He fucks your throat with his long, thick fingers, making you gag and drool around them. “Good girl. Now I’m going to give you something bigger to choke on. Get on your knees.”

“No, Miguel. If you think I’m going to suck your dick like this, you’re insane.” You refuse adamantly.

“You just love to argue, huh baby?” Miguel just shakes his head. “Or maybe you just like being forced to do what you’re told. Either way, it doesn’t matter.”

He manhandles you once more, rearranging you until just your head hangs off of the bed. “I know just what you need.”

#marvel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #fem!reader #smut #fanfic #fan fiction #spider man x reader #y/n #oscar isaac #oscar issac smut #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 smut #oscar issac characters

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tonkysexist · 2 months

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MCU fans need to realize that MCU Wanda is knock off Jean. Wanda was never white and never a redhead before they cast Elizabeth Olsen. Put some respect on Jean’s name and get your whitewashed fav out of here

#Also Wanda and Jean are really different characters and any fan who has actually picked up a comic once in their life would see that #Jean Grey #Wanda Maximoff #X-Men #X-Men 97 #marvel #marvel comics #image id in alt text

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edubenart · 10 months

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So I made a spidersona too, and of course it's Bloodborne-inspired

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heckinzeem · 6 months

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hey guys remember before s1 came out and i dropped loads of fanart. and then the show came out

#i hate the damn show i have to be honest with you guys #i know im being baited #i dont care they dont own these characters anymore #I DO #anyway #sorry marvel fans literally dont have any hope this might be the last fanart i ever post x #loki #lokius #agent mobius #loki fanart #loki series #loki season 2 #mobius m mobius #mobius #loki art

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christmasetsygifts · 2 years

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#etsy #marvel #poster marvel #cheap gifts #marvel avengers #posters #spiderman #the avengers #avenger #christmas gift #friday night funkin #marvel fan character

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princessfishy · 11 months

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They are jamming <3

NOT A COUPLE, he’s gay, shes a lesbian! He’s actually borderline her father in law so no. <3 Lilith and Dirk are such a funny duo, despite their 11 year age gap they can still vibe big time! (Lilith is the gal, she’s 18 and Dirk is the dude whos 29) //do not use my art

#marvel #marvel oc #punisher oc #marvel fan character #fan character #oc #digital art #Dirk is so fucking cute bro like hes my fucking kid my son my everything i love him #lilith i love you too my lady but Dirk is my son

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red-rayne-the-furnace · 8 days

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[Main account: @parexysm ]

Red Rayne Reference Sheet

Red is my original fan character I’m writing into the marvel universe for fun. Here’s his finished reference sheet, with some information on him.

This blog will host my writing, art and information about this character. It’ll be separate from my main blog for organization purposes. I really love this character and I hope to share more about him soon. <3

#lgbtqia+#marvel #original character #original art #marvel fandom #marvel fanart #marvel oc #marvel fan character #fan character #fandom #marvel universe #Red Rayne #character design #character art #character sheet

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nerdwhoauthorinserts · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes #31

Copycat: I'm the real Blake!

Copycat²: No, I'm the real Blake!

Thor: Who do we shoot?

Loki: There's only one way to tell...

Loki: What is 7 x 4?

Copycat²: Twenty-eight!

*Loki shoots Copycat²*

Loki: Wrong answer.

Thor: But... 7 x 4 is 28?

Loki: I know, Blake does math on his fingers.

Copycat, still trying to calculate on his fingers:

#incorrect quotes #loki incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect self ship quotes #incorrect self insert quotes #incorrect s/i quotes #Bloki #marvel self insert #marvel self ship #marvel fan character #Nerdwhoauthorinserts

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buckbuckstan · 2 years

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Worthy Of -Prologue

Summary:

What’s that saying?

“What’s Meant to Be Will be”?

Characters: AUBucky Barnes x OC Latina character

Warnings: None

Rating: NC-17

Prologue

Summer 2029, New York City

Flashing his million-dollar smile and waving goodbye at the cameras one last time, James “Bucky” Barnes slipped into the backseat of the black SUV, heaving a sigh of relief, thankful the evening was over. Once he settled into his seat, he shook off the expensive sports coat, mumbling. “Thank god.”

“Are you still complaining grandpa?” Natasha Romanoff mocked, sliding next to him. He tossed his head back onto the seat and grunted a response. “Why are you so grumpy tonight?” She asked at the same time the driver shut the door for them.

“Was I grumpy in front of the cameras?” he challenged, without looking at her.

“No.”

“Then what’s the problem?” he snapped, raising his Rolex-covered wrist up to his face to check the time.

2:35 A.M.

Fuck, it was late, meaning she was already in bed and asleep-

“If you weren’t paying me-I would smack you upside the head.” Natasha sassed, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Well-then-it’s a good thing I’ am paying you.” He shot back, pinching the bridge of his nose, before lifting his head to look at the redhead next to him. Suddenly feeling a tiny bit ashamed of his outburst. Natasha wasn’t just his assistant but a friend. “Sorry.” He uttered softly.

“I-I’m sorry-.” She started, pretending to cup her ear. “Did I just hear an apology?”

Clenching his jaw, James narrowed his eyes, with an impression that said: Don’t push it.

Natasha chuckled dryly, casually taking her phone out of her expensive bag. “I’ll take your half-ass apology.” Her full attention was on the device in her hand. “We both know that’s not your strong suit…”

“Are we waiting on anyone else Mrs. Romanoff?” the driver asked, looking over his shoulder at them.

She side-eyed James. “Are we?”

James shook his head no, realizing he hadn’t heard the driver get into the car. Without hesitation, Natasha gave the driver the instructions of where he needed to go.

“I just got the email confirmation for tomorrow.” She muttered, without looking up.

James knew better than to interrupt when she had her planning face on. And by the way, she kept gnawing on her upper lip, she was working on the next event/gala or interview he needed to be at. A tiny hint of shame crept up on him recognizing he shouldn’t have snapped…

But knowing Natasha- she was already over it. Unfortunately, she was used to his behavior. His sarcasm wasn’t one of his best traits.

He was working on it…sort of.

“Okay-you’re flight confirmation is set. I’ll email it to you.” Natasha stated, without looking up from her phone.

“Sounds good.” He murmured distractedly, and slipped his hand into his front pocket, grasping for his phone.

He trusted Natasha-she never steered him wrong. If truth be told, his professional (and sometimes personal) life would be a mess without her. When Sharon Carter, his manager, suggested a personal assistant 6 years ago, James resisted, but now? He was glad he gave in.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re acting like an old grump?” She asked, finally looking up from her phone. “Usually I have to drag your ass out of the parties.”

She was right. It was well known, that Bucky Barnes was the last one to close out bars and continue the party going at his place. There was a reason why gossip magazines/social media coined him “Hollywood’s never-ending Bad Boy.”

But things were changing-or rather he was.

To avoid whatever look she was giving him, James glanced out the window.

“Bucky…” she started in her motherly tone.

“Just tired Nat.” He muttered, yawning for effect. Hoping to stop any more questions she might have.

He wasn’t lying, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. Remembering his phone, he glanced at it and furrowed his eyebrows when he realized there was an unread message from an hour ago. He opened it:

Issa: Good choice on the navy blue suit tonight 😃

Chuckling softly, he quickly typed back:

James: Thanks. But we both know I had no say in it. It was all Maria.

He cursed silently, remembering how late it was. Hopefully, it didn’t wake her-

His phone vibrated, a new message blinking back at him. He frowned slightly and opened it:

Issa: I’ll make sure to give Miss. Hill kudos the next time I see her.

James: I thought you were asleep?

Issa: Oh I was.

He watched the three little dots move on the screen, indicating she was typing back.

Issa: For a fucking half hour! 😢

James: It’s 2:30 am.

Issa: 2:43 am actually.

James rolled his eyes, even though she couldn’t see it. Smartass. As if reading his mind, she sent another message:

Issa: I’m fine James.

Her definition of 'fine' was different than his. She should be in bed, resting. She had left work early because she hadn’t been feeling well, and promised him she would take it easy for the rest of the afternoon.

He texted back:

James: You’re supposed to be in bed.

He didn’t want to start an argument- but couldn’t help but be worried.

Issa: I was- but I got hungry.

He snorted back his laugh at the response. He should have known better than to expect a simple answer from her.

“Bucky!”

Jerking his attention up from his phone, he lifted his eyes back to an annoyed Natasha.

“Hmm? What?”

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“No,” he answered calmly, knowing it was better, to be honest than to pretend to know what Natasha had been saying. “Sorry- what were you talking about-?”

His phone vibrated again and he glanced back down.

Issa: I lied-not hungry, just want ice cream.

He pressed his lips to keep from smiling, but lifted his gaze and found a scowling Natasha.

“I’m listening,” James promised.

“Don’t bullshit me, Barnes.” She retorted. “I was just going over the details of your schedule when you land in L.A.”

“Just email it to me.” He said smoothly, giving his phone another quick look.

“I did.” The redhead said through gritted teeth. “But you’re the one that insists on discussing the details of your schedule beforehand.”

Unfortunately, James was barely paying attention to Natasha, especially when his phone vibrated again.

Issa: And I don’t have any, so I’m putting on shoes to go get some.

Forgetting about Natasha completely, anxiety bubbled in the pit of his stomach at the thought of her going out at this time of night. He quickly texted back.

James: At this hour???

Issa: It’s right around the corner. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this. I’ll be fine.

James: What kind do you want? I can stop by and get it.

Issa: I’m not going to make you leave your place to get ice cream. I’m a big girl and I can do it.

James: You’re not making me do anything. We left the premiere about 15 minutes ago and I’m already in a car. I can get it.

James looked startled when Natasha snapped her fingers in his face. Scowling, he barked out. “Jesus Nat! What the fuck?”

Standing her ground, she scowled back. “You tell me!” she demanded, her icy blue eyes shooting darts at him. “You’re the one who bitches and complains when things aren’t communicated to you-.”

“Can you make a left turn at the next light?” James asked the driver, interrupting Natasha.

“Yes sir.”

“Left turn? Where the hell are we going?” she asked angrily.

“There’s a 24-hour convenience store about a block from here.” He answered evenly.

She continued to glare and he silently reminded himself to text Sam and warn him about the mood Natasha would be in when she got home…

“Why are we stopping at a convenience store?”

“To get ice cream.”

Raising an eyebrow, Natasha shifted so she fully faced him. “Ice cream?” she said with a dry laugh. “Are you high? Did you take something at the party?”

“It’s not for me.” He answered, not meeting her eyes, occupying himself with his phone, shooting a text.

James: Pistachio? Or mint?

Issa: Pistachio, please!

Issa: Usually I would argue with you- but I still feel like shit, so I’ll let you win this one.

James: Thanks. I appreciate that 😒

“Wait-you’re getting it for someone else??” She asked at the same time he sent the text and looked at him as if he had grown horns on his head.

James knew it was out of character and by the way Natasha was reacting she knew it too. She would continue to poke until she was satisfied with an answer.

“What’s going on James?”

She rarely called him that, usually it was Bucky or Buck, even Barnes. Never James-unless it was something truly important or she was trying to make a point.

“Since when do you personally pick up and deliver shit for others-.” Stopping mid-sentence, she angled her head to one side, eyeing him suspiciously. “Wait a minute…” a knowing smile tugging on her lips. “This is about a woman.” She guessed. “Who is she? Because we both know you don’t need to do this. You could have called it in.”

“It was on the way,” James uttered, tapping his foot anxiously.

Natasha tossed her head back and laughed. “Oh- you like her.” Wiggling her eyebrows. “Who is she, Barnes? Because we both know you’re not the type to keep your conquest quiet.”

“C’mon Nat- give me a little bit of credit.” He mumbled, starting to feel a little uncomfortable with the subject of his personal life.

“Then who is she?” Natasha pushed. “I’m in and out of your place every single day so you might as well just share. Because you know Sharon is going to want to vet her before this goes public and-.”

“I’m not seeing anyone,” James grumbled, running his fingers through his hair. “You can park right here.” He called out to the driver. “I’ll be quick.”

At the same time sending another text:

James: Anything else you need?

“If you’re not seeing anyone then who is getting this special treatment? Who are you going out of your way for?”

He rolled his eyes, she wasn’t going to let this go. The less he said, the more questions she was going to ask. Natasha knew him long enough to know what buttons to push to get under his skin. It was one of the reasons why Sharon wanted her on the job. Because she wasn’t intimidated by James’ fame and personality.

“I can start naming-.”

“It’s Issa.” James interjected, trying to breathe calmly through his nose to keep from snapping at her again.

“Julissa??” she said in a stunned voice, eyes wide. “I thought you guys weren’t talking?”

Clearing his throat, he shook his head at the driver, letting him know he didn’t have to get out of the SUV. “We weren’t,” James stated coolly, hand on the door. “But, now we are.” Pushing it open with his foot to let himself out, phone in hand.

“Is she sick?” she asked questionably.

At the same time, another message came through his phone.

Issa: Actually could you get mint instead?

Issa: Unless you already left- then don’t worry about it!

A slight smile tugged on his lips, but before he could respond, Natasha snickered. Lifting his head, he raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?” Leaning into the door, with his hand still on the handle.

“Nothing,” she stated with a nonchalant shrug. “Except that- Julissa is the only person you would drop everything for, so this makes sense now.”

James’ cheeks warmed at her observation. She was right, aside from his mother and sister, Julissa was the only other woman in his life, he’d protect fiercely. To this day, he wasn’t sure how it had happened, but it was what it was.

“I’ll be right back.” He mumbled, moving to close the door, while also pretending he hadn’t heard her remarks.

“Wait!” Natasha exclaimed, sliding over to the door to keep it open with her hand.

“What Natasha?” Rubbing his face with the palm of his hand, beginning to get frustrated.

“Is she sick? Or are you trying to suck up?” A knowing smile on her face.

“Neither,” James said evenly, finally meeting her gaze. Natasha wrinkled her forehead, waiting for him to continue. Fuck it- she was going to find out eventually. “She’s…pregnant.”

His phone vibrated again.

Issa: You know what? Don’t worry about it. The craving has passed. You were right, it’s late.

“I’ll be right back,” he repeated, not bothering to close the door before walking away. Responding to Julissa instead:

James: Too late Doll, I’m already at the store. I’ll be at your place in less than 15.

Thankfully it was late enough that the store was empty and no one would recognize him. Opening the door, he acknowledged the young cashier with a slight nod and made his way toward the freezer section, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He scanned the selections for a few moments, until his eyes zoned in on the mint flavor container, without hesitation he opened the freezer door, reaching for it. He spotted the pistachio flavor by his feet and took it as well- just in case.

Turning around, he made his way down an aisle to the cash register, his eyes glancing through all the items he walked past, trying to decide if there was anything else Julissa would want. This was the third day in a row she had been able to eat and keep it down.

Placing both containers of ice cream on the counter, he greeted the man behind it and scanned the end caps behind him. He spotted the big bag of peanut M&M’s and reached for them.

“I’ll take these too.” Handing the bag to the cashier.

James knew it wasn’t the healthiest food- but he didn’t care. All he cared about was making sure Julissa was comfortable. And if that meant ice cream and chocolate at 2 in the morning- then so be it.

“Do you want all of this in a bag?”

“Please,” James answered, taking his wallet out. The young man gave him the total, and James took out a 100-dollar bill. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks, man!”

James shoved his wallet back into his back pocket. “Have a good night.” Taking the bag off the counter he walked back out and to the waiting car, the back door wide open. He slipped back in. “Seriously? Leaving the car door open at this time of night?” He scorned, shutting it after him.

“What do you mean she’s pregnant?!” Natasha yelped as if he hadn’t just disappeared for a few minutes.

“Where to sir?” The driver asked at the same time, ignoring (or pretending) Natasha’s outburst didn’t happen.

James gave the driver Julissa’s address and directions, before giving his assistant his full attention, trying his best to act casual and as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb that could potentially interfere with his career.

“Barnes…” Natasha started, letting out a large breath.

“C’mon Natasha-.” Setting the bag on the floor between his legs.

She shook her head vigorously. “Oh don’t even-.” Closing her eyes. “She’s-she’s…”

“Pregnant.” James supplied calmly.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, rubbing her temple. “Is it-is it yours?”

James’ eyes darken at the question. “No.” he deadpanned.

Natasha’s eyes widened at his answer. “Then what th-.“

“Of course, it’s mine Natasha!” he interjected irritably. His blood started to boil at the accusation.

Sighing in relief, she relaxed against the seat. “Look-I’m sorry- you never know. Especially with you being who you are.”

“This is Julissa. Do you think she would pull something like that?” he snapped.

“No,” she replied sincerely. Silence settled between them for a few minutes. James knew her brain was working overtime, trying to come up with an action plan. Finally, she spoke up. “How far along is she?”

“Fourteen weeks.”

“Fourteen weeks?” she repeated, sounding hurt. “And you didn’t think I needed to know?”

“I’m telling you now,” he mumbled, running his fingers fretfully through his hair, thankful to Julissa for making them wait to say anything. He was still processing the news, and he has known now for 7 weeks. “We wanted to make sure she made it past the first trimester.” He explained. “It’s nothing personal Nat. You know that.”

“Did you tell Sam?” eyeing him suspiciously.

James tossed his head back to laugh. “No! Because he would have told you.”

Satisfied with his answer, Natasha smiled proudly. “That’s my husband.”

Lifting his head back up, he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he has a big mouth.”

“I’m his wife- of course, he would have told me.” She defended. But her smile slowly faded after a few moments, it still astonished him how quickly she could flip into businesslike mode. “What about Sharon?”

“What about her?”

“Does she know Bucky?” She asked rather testily.

“No. I told you- we haven’t said anything to anyone. Including our families.”

“Sharon is going to love this. She’s going to flip…” Natasha mused, trailing off.

Shaking his head, he brought his hands up defensively. “Don’t say anything yet. Don't say anything at all.” He ordered. “I’ll tell her.”

“When?” Natasha demanded. “You can’t keep it hidden forever. Eventually, the media is going to get wind of this.”

James looked out the car window. “I know. Don’t you think I’ve thought about all of this?”

He had obsessively run through every scenario his brain could come up with since the moment Julissa told him she was pregnant. The only scenario that made sense, was the one where they didn’t say anything to anyone to keep her privacy. James knew how the media worked, and the moment they found out he was going to be a father, they would spend the next 9 months harassing him-no-harassing Julissa. And up until this point, regardless of their relationship status, she’d been able to stay under the radar and he intended to keep it that way.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Natasha started. “But Jules is a big girl-she can handle this.”

James peered back with a slight frown. “That’s the thing Natasha-this isn’t just about Julissa and me anymore.”

“Wow.” She teased and placed her hand over her chest proudly. “Holy shit Barnes, you sound like a real grown-up right now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbled, his cheeks hot. If this news taught him anything was how quickly shit could change-for the good- regardless of how fucking scary it was. “Just-just let me deal with Sharon. Okay? I’ll tell her.”

“I suggest getting her drunk first.”

“Ha, ha.” James muttered sarcastically. “We’ve talked about it and we want to tell her together.”

“We?” Natasha repeated with a raised eyebrow. “I thought there wasn’t a ‘we’?”

Clearing his throat loudly, he avoided eye contact. “There isn’t.”

She let out a chopped laugh and pointed at him. “Wait-you got her pregnant but you aren’t even together? I thought you said-.”

“I said we were talking again-not that we got married, Natasha.” He said in irritation. “It’s not a crime for two consenting adults to sleep together.” James jumped in his spot when Natasha’s hand smacked the back of his head. “What the fuck-!?” He yelped, quickly bringing his hand up to protect from another whack.

“That wasn’t your assistant-that was your friend smacking you.” She informed with a glare. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded.

“I’m trying to keep the peace at the moment,” James said through his teeth. “I’ve fucked this up in the past Nat- I don’t want to do it again,” he explained. “So I’m doing things her way.” He finished, hoping his eyes could convey what he couldn’t seem to say out loud.

Natasha’s eyes soften and she nodded knowingly. “Okay-I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” He whispered, right as the car stopped in front of Julissa’s building.

“I still think you’re going to need to get Sharon drunk before you tell her though…” she added with a smirk and a shrug.

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