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Crush (Shuri x Reader)

You had just finished cleaning your room when your doorbell rang. Your friend Shuri stood at your door.

“Hey,” You both said.

Her eyes held yours sincerely. “Sorry for just popping up.” She knew you weren’t a fan of surprise visits. What she didn’t know, however, was you didn’t mind if it was her. She smiled at you appreciatively when you welcomed her inside. “So what were you up to before I came?” She looked at you curiously as she sat down on the loveseat.

“Just cleaning. Was about to shower, you know how it is.”

“Oh, you were doing a deep clean.” The pair of you chuckled. “You go do what you need to do. I’ll be here.”

“Make yourself at home, okay?”

Around twenty minutes later, you returned to Shuri, who was watching Rush Hour. You smiled in amusement. “Ha, a throwback.”

“My brother liked this movie,” Shuri shared.

“Oh, yeah? He has good taste.” In more ways than one, you thought.

Shuri smirked.

“What?” You dragged out. You pretended not to know that she was most likely thinking about your crush on Nakia.

“What did I tell you, Y/N? Never gonna happen.”

“Didn’t you play matchmaker for Riri?”

“Yeah…”

“So why can’t you do that with me and Nakia?”

Shuri rolled her eyes. “What makes you think she’d be interested?”

“Wow, what is that supposed to mean, Shuri?”

Shuri closed her eyes momentarily, shaking her head. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t trying to offend you.”

“Well, I’m offended.”

“I’m just saying that Nakia is focused on her and Toussaint. I’m not even sure she wants to move on.”

“Unless she specifically told you she’s not interested in me, you can’t assume.”

Shuri caught your icy tone. “If it’s that important, you can reach out to her yourself.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Great.”

To say the room was stuffed with tension would be an understatement. You didn’t understand Shuri’s problem. She’d known of your interest in Nakia and had the means to connect you both, yet there had been no action taken on her part.

“What, do you think I’m overstepping ‘cause she was your brother’s love?”

Your heart started to race. For some reason, you hoped this wasn’t an issue for Shuri.

Surprisingly, Shuri gave a light chuckle. “Nah.”

You raised an eyebrow, expecting her to continue, only to receive silence. She turned to look at you. Her stare was the strongest it’d ever been, which said a lot. Shuri typically made vivid eye contact anyway. “I just rememberedI have a meeting to prepare for. Good night, Y/N.”

Since when does Shuri forget she has meetings?

You frowned. “Oh, okay. Good night. Get home safe.”

Figuring she didn’t want to stay because of the little argument you just had, you let it go.

She thanked you and let herself out.

The next day during your lunch break, you went out to eat with Riri. She worked at the same company as you but in the tech division. You were discussing how your schedules were so hectic that at times lunch wasn’t a priority. You both vowed to change that as it was unhealthy and unfair.

“Like Nicki Minaj said, he can tell I ain’t missing no meals. That’s the energy I need to be on,” Riri declared.

“I know that’s right!”

Your conversation caught the attention of a woman who looked amused. You froze when you realized it was Nakia. She gave you a lovely smile. Did Shuri finally tell her about you?

She eventually looked away, paying attention on the line she occupied to either place her order or pick it up.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Riri. “Did you see that?”

“I did.”

“I have to talk to her. It’s my chance. Right?”

Riri twisted her lips to the side and slowly shrugged. “I mean, I guess.”

“It’s a sign,” You insisted in a more serious tone than you’d intended.

“Okay,” she said, leaning back some.

You smiled at her, not wanting her to take your behavior wrong. “Wish me luck.”

Riri watched you amble to the line in hopes of landing Nakia’s attention once more. You were nervous but the smile Nakia had sent you was encouraging.

“Hello,” You greeted, causing Nakia to lock eyes with you.

She smiled again. “Hi.”

“You’re Nakia, right?”

“Yes…and who are you?”

“I’m Shuri’s friend.”

Her demeanor relaxed. “Oh! Okay, that’s nice.” She quickly checked you out. “How are you?”

“Good, good, do you like the movies?”

There was a pause that almost made you want to sink into the floor.

“As in going to the cinema? I do…one second, that’s my food.” She held up a finger and walked up to the counter to collect her order. You nodded and moved out the way so the next person could get on line. Nakia checked her bag to ensure her complete order was there. Satisfied, she walked over to you. “Okay, you were saying?”

“Would you like to go to the movies and have dinner this week?”

Nakia stared at you causing you to blush.

“I’m sorry,” You said and walked away, accepting the situation.

“Hey, wait.” You turned around to meet her eyes. “Which friend are you?”

“You mean, my name?” You asked, needing clarity.

She nodded once and you told her.

Nakia wore a half-smile. “I’m sorry, I can’t. But thank you.” She squeezed your shoulder. “You have a good one.”

You avoided eye contact with Riri when you returned to your booth.

“You okay?” She said.

You flipped your hand. “I’m a big girl. I can take rejection.”

Riri just looked at you with a sympathetic smile.

“Shuri was right,” You realized, poking at your food. “She knew.”

“Knew what?”

“She knew Nakia would say no. I think she was actually trying to protect me. Not that I need protection, but to spare my feelings.” You shook your head with a dry laugh. “She was trying to tell me.”

“Trying to tell you what?” Riri tilted her head some.

Your shrug looked careless though the opposite was true. You definitely cared. “I guess that Nakia wasn’t interested.”

Riri hummed and there were a few beats before she spoke again. “Y/N, this wasn’t really my place to say something, but you just look so sad right now…”

“I do?”

“Like a little puppy…yeah, so I’mma say it. The reason Shuri didn’t want to set you up with Nakia is because she wants you. And she might’ve told Nakia.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “…Did Shuri tell you this?”

“Yes, why do you think I introduced you?”

“Because we were both at your house?”

Riri laughed. “Man, you can be clueless sometimes. Not only that, Y/N. I was trying to hook y’all up! She hooked me up with my boo and I wanted to return the favor. Shuri acts like she’s in a relationship with that lab of hers. Plus, after everything she’s been through and still goes through, I wanted her to be happy.”

“And you picked me?”

“Yeah, Y/N. Not only are you beautiful, you would treat her right, and bring joy to her life. I know it ‘cause you bring it to mines.” She smiled. “I knew y’all would be good for each other. But then you started going on about Nakia.”

As you listened to Riri, you found yourself in awe. You recalled when you and Shuri first met. You’d found her attractive from the start. She was the kind of beauty that left people mesmerized. But her looks were the least of it. The woman was badass. It was kind of intimidating.

“This is crazy…did Shuri tell you this?”

“Yes, she’d seen you checking Nakia out and heard you calling her hot. It made her back off.”

“She gave up that easy?”

“She’s sensitive like that.”

“Wow. Truthfully, I thought she only saw me as a friend. I didn’t think she was into me in that way.”

“She was and still is.”

“Was she hurt by my interest in Nakia?”

“I wouldn’t say hurt, but a little annoyed. I think you should talk to her for yourself. I mean, do you like Shuri?”

“I mean, yeah. She’s extraordinary yet down to earth and funny. And she’s obviously not bad on the eyes.”

“And rich. Very rich.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Since we’re being honest…I was insecure about her status. I just didn’t think I would fit in with her world. You see the shit they put Meghan Markle through?”

Riri laughed for a good several seconds. “Y/N.”

“I know, I know, it’s not completely the same, just the royal aspect. I’ll talk to her, though.”

“Good.” Riri smiled again.

“Y/N Y/LN is here,” The Griot alerted Shuri.

She quirked an eyebrow and upon hearing the doors part, and turned around to watch you enter her premises.

“Hey, figured I’d pop on you next,” You said with a smile.

Shuri matched your expression. “It’s only fair, right?”

You tried not to stare too hard. She was looking scrumptious—no cannibalism. And she wanted you. Or so Riri said.

“Did you have dinner yet?” You asked, ending the comfortable silence.

“No. I’m not really hungry yet. Why?” She folded her arms, studying you. “You must be hungry.”

“I am.” She didn’t know you were referring to her, though.

She laughed. “You can leave with me. My chef usually starts cooking around this time.” You watched her hungrily as she had The Griot clear the lab before you two left.

“So how are you?” She asked as you walked the home area of the palace.

“Besides hungry? Good. And enlightened. Very enlightened.” Your eyes trailed her tall frame. She motioned for you to hurry up and continue. “I just learned some interesting information. I need to hear it from the horse’s mouth first.”

Shuri looked confused. “Are you talking about me?” Her confusion grew as you laughed. She playfully bumped into you. “Weirdo.”

You let her walk ahead of you and smacked her ass.

She gasped.

“That’s what you get,” You replied.

“Oh, yeah?” She lifted you over her shoulder.

You squealed at first and was about to command her to put you down until you thought better of it. “Is this my payback? Thanks for the lift.”

She dropped you on the couch in one of the rooms that contained floor to ceiling windows. You glared at her. “Hey!”

She chuckled at you and walked out the room. After a bit, you adjusted yourself and got up, taking in the gorgeous view.

“What enlightened you?”

Shuri suppressed her amusement as you jumped up at the sound of her voice.

“You know I hate when you do that,” You complained. Although you enjoyed how she’d looked in the long-sleeved jumpsuit, she looked just as good in her sweats and T-shirt. And she smelled so fresh and clean as she sat next to you.

You suddenly were feeling a little shy. Kind of like when you first talked to each other. Finding someone else attractive made it easier to engage with her. However, with the bust of the Nakia crush and the discovery of Shuri’s crush on you, she was the only person you found desirable now.

“Maybe you should pay better attention to your surroundings,” she suggested.

You shoved her arm without force, amusing her. “Do you want me to answer your question or not?”

“Sheesh…go on.”

“I saw Nakia today.”

You saw Shuri’s expression jump into a forced blank one. “Oh.”

“Mhm. I asked her out.”

“And?”

“It was a no-go.”

Shuri nodded knowingly.

“You were right,” You said, laughing some. “She didn’t want me.”

Shuri looked at you.

“I should have listened,” You continued.

“It’s her loss.”

You arched a brow. “Is it now? How so?”

She smirked. “You’re just fishing for compliments.”

“Compliments from you.”

You caught her off guard there.

She played with her hands, her legs opening and closing back and forth, the movement, making your legs press next to each other. She cracked a smile. “Y/N, if she can’t see that you’re special, then that’s on her.”

“Awww, Shuri.”

“Let me check on the food.” She started to get up, but you stopped her, touching the soft skin of her toned arm. She didn’t protest.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked close to her ear.

You noticed her cheeks flame through her melanated skin. She nodded and glanced at you.

“Did you tell Nakia to reject me?”

You were unfazed as Shuri acted like your question was absurd. “What?” She laughed.

“No, Y/N, I did not.”

“Okay. Did you tell her you like me?”

Silence swallowed the room. You and Shuri held a staring contest.

“Did she tell you?” She finally spoke.

You shook your head no. “Riri did.”

Shuri sighed. She didn’t care to be found out like this, though she supposed she understood Riri’s rationale.

“It’s not her fault. She said it wasn’t her place, but felt like I needed to know. And I agree.”

Shuri looked ahead of her.

“Shuri, you can be honest with me.”

“What exactly did Riri tell you?”

You filled her in as she listened attentively. “Yes, it’s true. I thought we had potential, but then you showed interest in Nakia. So I didn’t think you wanted anything beyond a friendship with me.”

“Wait ’til you hear my side. I was actually intimidated.”

“Why?!”

“Shuri, you can’t act like you don’t know you intimidate people. Not with you being royalty and a genius and gorgeous…”

The smile on her face made you melt.

“You didn’t act intimidated at all,” She said.

“I need my Oscar.” You both laughed. “I really was. I did think Nakia was a looker ‘cause she clearly is, but it was also a distraction or a cover, you could say.”

“Are you sure it was a cover? It seemed legit to me.”

“Again, I need an Oscar. Or an Emmy.”

“You need Shuri,” she mumbled.

“What was that?” You tried not to smile.

She smirked and got up, but instead of stopping her, you chased her. You started tickling her and she grabbed your hands in one hand, holding them over your head. “Shuri,” you protested.

“Yes, say my name.”

That produced a jolt in your nether regions. It was like honey running through your bits. Adding to the sensation was the look in her eyes. She almost looked turned on.

“I think you want me to be rough with you.”

Shuri grinned when your eyes closed. Your orbs displayed again when she led you against the wall.

“Show off,” You jokingly scoffed.

“Watch what you say…I already like the look of you tied up.”

“So you’re a freak-freak?”

Shuri just chuckled, but it sounded sultry. This woman was going to be the death of your body. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She glared at you lustfully. Shuri eyed you like she wanted to do very inappropriate and explicit things with you.

“Miss Udaku, the food is ready,” the chef announced.

You had to catch your breath as the Queen slowly released your hands.

“Thank you, Diallo. Come on, Y/N, let’s eat.”

Like nothing happened, she went into the kitchen and fixed a plate. You had to gather yourself for a moment. When you finally stepped into the kitchen, a smiling Shuri handed you a plate full of just the right amounts. Then she turned to make her own.

You headed to the table only for Shuri to stop you. Instead, she wanted to eat at the coffee table. The floor was already comfortable due to the majestic furry rug. Cushions for your bottoms were provided anyway. When this arrangement proved to be more intimate, you understood her decision.

For a while, you didn’t speak. The food was that good. It was doing a decent job of distracting you from your hormones.

“I don’t even need to ask if you like the food,” Shuri said laughingly, earning narrowed eyes from you.

“I do like it. It’s not like you cooked it.”

You found yourself running as Shuri seemed ready to pounce.

“Child! You are a child!” She called.

You ended up in her spacious, clean, captivating room. Take it in you could not becauseshe launched you into her arms and tossed you on the bed.

“You think…you can…insult me…in my house?” She restrained your arms with one hand again, tickling you with the other.

Maybe it was the tension between you, your attraction to her (that was mutual), or the eagerness for her to stop tickling you (despite you enjoying her hands on you), but you bit her neck.

Shuri froze and you smiled to yourself. It worked for she ended her ministrations.

“Did you just bite me?” She asked the obvious.

“And?”

She hid her face in your stomach but you’d caught her smile. She nuzzled your stomach before planting a lingering kiss on the middle of it. It felt natural. You refused to stop her and prayed she wouldn’t.

She did, though.

You frowned and she mockingly cooed at you. She laid a kiss on your neck. “You see? This is how you treat skin.” She smiled at your laughter.

“Show me again?”

Heat. That’s what you two were providing.

Shuri leaned down, crushing your lips together. You immediately wrapped your hands along her back and sides. She gently licked your lip and you parted your mouth for her. A moan escaped you as she sucked your tongue. The kiss was eager, messy, and pussy-dripping.

“I really like you, Shuri,” You said, caressing her nape.

She looked straight into your eyes. A hope glimmered in them. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’m nothing like Nakia.”

You smiled, bringing her into another kiss. “I know. I don’t want you to be. I just want you.”

She reached into your neck now, nuzzling. “I’ve wished for this.”

You tugged on her curls and she gave you a kiss that had you drenching your undergarments. From this day forward, you were hers.

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ryloriee678999 · 2 years

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Damage To My Eyes (Natasha Romanoff x Villain!Reader)

Summary: You work for an abusive criminal that has kidnaped the Black Widow. What will you do when Natasha tries talking to you about helping her escape. (1700 words)

Warnings: Violence, abuse, female pronouns used, kidnaping.

A/N: Thx Yato and Lauren for helping with this. <3 Let me know if there's any mistakes.

“Don't try anything, no one will ever find you.”

Natasha was thrown into a small concrete room with the windows barred and the door locked. Even if she tried picking the lock or breaking a window, it wouldn't work since the chain attached to the wall was also attached to one of her hands. She could only take a small step before it would yank her back, so waiting it out was the best thing to do.

She didn't know why she was here or why she had been kidnaped. All Natasha knew was that the person behind this was a bounty she’s been trying to capture for ages. He’s a ruthless, terrible older man who killed many and locked them up in cells just like the one she's in now.

There had to be a way out, she had to get out of here. There's always a solution or an option, and Natasha was determined to find one. Perhaps she could attack the next person who came in with her free hand or wait for the Avengers to realize she was gone.

Since it looked like no one was coming in any time soon, she hit the chain against the wall so it made a loud noise. The metal clashing with the concrete would be enough to attract someone's attention. She does it over and over again until she hears footsteps walking toward the cellar.

Instead of the criminal that Natasha expected to see, a woman who she has never seen before opens the door. You would have been mistaken for another prisoner if it wasn't for the weapon that made itself clear in your pocket. Your clothing was dirty and your hair messy, it didn't look like you have been taking very good care of yourself. Along with the overall dirty look, your arm was littered with blueish, dark purple and green bruises. You looked rough, but when Natasha looked up at your face, you were angry.

“Why the hell are you making so much noise?” Natasha heard you speak. Your face matched your voice with how pissed off you sounded. Her first initial thought was to Attack but for some reason, she held off.

“Who are you?” Natasha counters, asking a question of her own.

You fumbled for an answer, but it didn't show on your face. The relationship you had with the man who kidnaped her was complicated. Was he your boyfriend? Boss? Kidnaper? There really wasn't a label for what he was to you. “His partner, we work together,” you lie.

Natasha would have known if he had a partner, she had seen every single piece of research done on him and there was no mention of you. Plus the marks on your arms say something different. Even though Natasha’s main focus was leaving, she couldn't help but feel a little bad for you.

“Why did you take me?” She then asks, hoping to hold your attention long enough so you don't leave. It works and you walk further into the cell, the wall hitting your back as you stand on the opposite side of the woman. “It isn't my place to tell you,” you respond.

Natasha snickers at your words and your eyes flashed dangerously at her. “I thought you two were partners?”

Anger seeps into you but you can't come up with anything to say. Instead, you fumble with the knife in your pocket whilst staring at her. Natasha thinks she hit your weak spot so she keeps pushing. “Your arm,” Natasha starts.

You look down, you see that one of your sleeves was pushed up to your elbow. Marks you were ashamed of ran across your arm. Quickly you pull it down, “It’s nothing,” you say emotionlessly.

“If you let me go I can help you,” Natasha offered. “You won't have to see him again.” Her tone was different, you compared it to how your boss sounded. Rather than the harsh words you had gotten used to, she sounded soft and… genuine?

You couldn't tell if she was being honest since you’ve only been lied to. Even if she was, why should you trust her? She's probably just trying to mess with you in an attempt at leaving. Her ‘kind’ words made your anger stronger. “Why would I need your help? You’re my prisoner, remember.”

“He’s the one who captured me, not you, remember,” Natasha mocks. “Why are you even here? It doesn't look like you should be.”

You had enough of her prying questions.

In an instant, the weapon was pulled from your pocket and quickly held against the redhead's throat. “You think you're better than me?” You grit through your teeth. It wasn't really a question, more like a statement. “Just because you're an Avenger,” you press more pressure on her throat. “Just because you’re loved by everyone.” You were close enough for her to strangle you, so close that she could feel your staggered breath against her cheek. But she held back her attack no matter how violent you were being towards her.

“You killed people too. You aren't better than me,” you say, this time without as much anger in your voice. Besides seeming hysterical, Natasha could see how hopeless you looked.

“You don't need to do this, I can get us out of here,” her voice coming out strangled from the pressure you were holding against her throat. Her free hand goes to grab your wrist but you flinch away, her eyes looking right at a large purple bruise on your arm. “I can get you out of here,” Natasha says quietly.

“Where?” You scoff. “You're gonna bring the enemy to your little Avengers compound? You think I don't know that this is all a trick.” You’re yelling but you don't seem to move, all you do is stare at her and wait for her to deny it. A part of you wished this was all a trick so she wouldn't give you all this false hope that somehow you could get away from him. That could never happen though, he would track you down again and make things worse.

Before she can say anything, you hear a noise coming from outside of the sell. Immediately you separate yourself from her and move towards the door. “I don’t need your fucking help,” is the last thing Natasha hears before you shut the heavy door.

A few hours later, the room is now pitch black. The sun had set and only a sliver of light glowed around the door. There was no way out but Natasha didn't settle for that. She waited for the next time you came in, and this time she would find it in herself to attack. For now, she settled on the dirty floor thinking of other ways to get out.

She didn't have to wait long though because you walked in, quietly this time though. The light from the hallway was enough to show the look of guilt scattered across your face along with a noticeable cut on your neck that wasn't there before.

When you were away you couldn't get Natasha's words out of your head. You hated how she invaded your mind with false hope. It only got worse when he realized you saw Natasha and spoke to her without permission.

“Did you come back to yell at me again?” Natasha jokes. You stare at her, now without emotion, you just stay near the door watching her.

You contemplate on what to say as if you didn't think hard about it prior. “Did you just come to stare at me?” She asks, in an attempt to finally make words come out of your mouth.

“Convince me to let you go.”

Before her, you saw many of your ‘boyfriends’ prisoners in the same cell as she was. The same cell you were in at some point. Natasha wasn't the only one that offered to help, but she was the only one you believed. Perhaps it was because she was a trained spy and has fooled people before, but you still wanted to take the chance.

Natasha started right away reasoning with you. “If you help me, you won't have to see him again. The compound is safe and seeing as you haven't hurt anyone, you won't be treated differently.”

“How do you know I haven't hurt anyone?” You question. Having him as your boss made you do awful things just because you were scared. You were as scared as the other girls he made you kidnap.

Natasha didn't answer, but she stood up and walked as close to you as she could. “We can get out of here forever, you’ll be safe with me.”

Safe? You didn't even know you could feel safe anymore, but every time she talked, it made you feel different than ever before. The warm feeling didn't last long though. Before you could say something, fast loud stomping could be heard approaching the room. The next thing you know, a pair of large hands grab tightly onto your head. Your hair is pulled into his grip so he could throw you down onto your knees.

“No one is going anywhere,” the man shouts, then looks down at you, “you’re stupid to think that.” You stay on the floor, your knees sore and your hair still balled up in his hand.

You only look up when you hear the loud noise of the metal chain clashing against itself. To your and his surprise, Natasha was able to move close enough to kick him in the shin, causing him to fall next to you on the ground.

She showed no remorse before hammering her foot to put his head into the concrete. A loud groan came out of his mouth as she repeatedly smashed his face into the ground until there was no movement. Natasha was left breathing heavily as she dragged his unconscious body closer.

Natasha grabbed the key from his pocket to unlock her cuffed hand, stretching her wrist now that it wasn't confined. She then bends down to softly grab your shoulder. “What are you doing?” You whisper, still injured on the floor.

“I'm getting us out of here.”

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sinnah8 · 2 years

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Move On Chapter 8 (Final)

Pairing: Eddie brock x reader and frank castle x reader

A/n- Final chapter I wanted this to be a little longer but I don't want to leave you guys on a cliff hanger Please like and repost<3

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 7

You stared at your phone feeling really guilty about what just occurred, you wanted to have something with Eddie. You didn't want to open his message until.

Incoming call...

"Shit" Your finger hovered the answer button, screw it... "Hey, I'm sorry for kind of rushing you out like that" your hand draped behind your neck "No! it's fine I was going to ask you on another date".

So you want on a date with him, then another and another until he finally asked you out. The way you felt about Frank floated away and turned into dust. Soon after frank decides to put himself back on the market and still hasn't found the one yet.

When you and Eddie decided to start dating Frank felt crushed but he swore he would never stop loving you and Amara. But if Eddie would hurt you his head would be on a stick.

2 years later Eddie proposed to you and of course "Yes! Yes! a million times Yes! " You jumped into a hug and melted into each other kiss. Frank was invited to the wedding because he is like family.

Walking down the Aisle your heart was racing, you finally made it to the day you were looking forward to for a long time. You looked back and you made eye contact with frank, he gave you the look that he always gave you when he was upset. You smiled and turned around to step into your new future, Eddie.

The End.

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trenchcoathunnybee08 · 2 years

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Y’all know what I want ? I want a 2012 Avengers style fic but with current marvel characters like Sam as captain America and Ms. Marvel and the howl plot is Thor coming back to the tower with Jane as Mighty Thor and Love. I think that would be great 😂

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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matt murdock fanfic writers after today's episode of She-Hulk

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moon3thereal · 1 year

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lo and behold the return of a sleep deprived author

YALL I AM BACKK i know it’s been almost a year and most of you may not even remember me but a short recap, I’m Alina, that author who used to be crazily active here and posted quite a few fanfics but then started studying for exams and completely CRASHED. A little something about me, I’m currently writing a book called Weapons Most Beautiful, its just angry lesbians with some hurt/comfort, dumb jokes, badass women, its wonky but it’s my first real writing project so i still love it with all my heart! All that aside, I will be accepting requests from now on and I'll also be expanding the list of characters I write about (please let me know what characters you’d like to see me write). please do send it requests after reading my guidelines and talk to me if ur happy to see me back in the field of tumblr fiction!

P.S. I am extra eager for requests for Lady Lesso from the school of good and evil <3

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bananabrain0 · 11 months

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PSA

YES! I am writing a Sage-centric fanfic.

NO! You are not allowed to criticize my interpretation of this character unless:

you have 10,000 h of leetcode practice

your run a dating app blockchain startup and own a pair of Allbirds

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Everyone else is welcome to my juicy NSFW Sage smut-filled smart-ass piece of writing 👇

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sweetnerparker · 1 year

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I uploaded a new chapter to my peter parker x reader on wattpad. It’s a story I wrote all the way back when infinity war came out and I’ve been trying to get back into writing again so please check it out and I’m going to try to upload some stuff on here as well. Tpwk ✨

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cryinginsidebecauseofbrutasha · 1 year

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Day 2: Plans for Chaos

Natasha and Maria stared down at the paper the new girl showed them, and looked back up at May stood behind the girl and another one, possibly younger.

“You want to organize… a surprise Christmas party… for Fury… and Coulson?” Maria asked slowly. “You realize they’re the directors of SHIELD for a reason?”

The girls named Daisy and Simmons nodded.

“And this is why we’ve asked the best spies SHIELD can offer to help us,” Simmons said.

May chuckled. “Flattery’s not going to work on these two. I’ve known them their entire career here. I watched Maria graduate.” She looked directly at the agent in question. “She was the only one who didn’t throw up her cap.”

Maria glared at May. “At least I invited you.”

“I would’ve came with or without the invitation,” the older agent said. “I went with Phil.”

Natasha nodded. “Yes, Phil, who was definitely not your date and not in love with you at the time.”

Daisy laughed but May glared at her and she stopped. “Sorry, Mom,” she muttered.

Natasha glanced between the two younger agents and May. “‘Mom’?” she mouthed.

May sent her a look that said ‘don’t ask’ in a very dark way.

“But anyways,” Simmons said, clapping her hands. “Basically, I’m going to ask some other people to help out as well, and Daisy and May are in charge of distracting Coulson. And I was hoping you would help with distracting Director Fury.”

Maria massaged her temples. “And why are we doing this again?”

“Because they need more problems and it’s Christmas!” Daisy answered cheerfully. “What better gift than a non-fatal problem?”

“An actual gift?” Natasha said. “You know, socks, a coffee maker, knives, ammunition; you know, useful stuff. You can get Coulson a bazooka.”

May waved her off. “He working on one with Fitz.”

Natasha shook her head. “Say we agree. Who else are you asking?” she asked.

“Peter Parker and his group of friends. Wanda. Vision.” Daisy looked to Simmons. “Who am I forgetting?”

“Princess Shuri.”

“No, she’s within Parker’s group.”

Daisy and Simmons muttered to each other before looking back up.

“That’s it for now,” Simmons said, Daisy nodding behind her.

MJ dialled up the last person on the list, Kate Bishop. “Hey.”

“Hi!” Kate was a year younger than MJ, but they’ve been friends ever since they met at the compound last year.

“We’re doing it,” MJ said, trying to bat away Peter, who was snooping on the phone.

“Really?” Kate asked excitedly. They’ve been talking about the party since Hallowe’en.

They had all met Director Coulson and Director Fury when they were in the first full Junior Avengers meeting, with Princess Shuri, Peter, MJ, Riri, and Yelena. Yelena was pretty miffed that she got stuck with the Juniors, but apparently Natasha had told her that she was ‘supervising’ them.

“Yeah. We’re having a meeting– hang on–” MJ broke off, listening to Peter whisper something in her ear– “Peter– ugh, fine.” She spoke to Kate. “Peter says to call it a ‘secret’ meeting. I don’t give a shit what you call it. It’s at the compound tomorrow in the residential wing.”

“Okay!”

“See you.” MJ hung up and looked at her frowning Peter. “What?”

“Nothing.” He flopped back onto her bed. “So. We’re organizing a secret party for the world’s best spies.”

MJ sent him a wry smile. “What kind of idiots would do that?”

“Graduating, sleep-deprived, super-heroing, MIT students,” Peter groaned, rolling over. “I have never been more tired.”

MJ spun in her chair. “They offered us an out when we graduated high school, Peter. It’s hardly their fault.”

“I’m not saying it was.” Peter studied her eyes. “Did you? Want to?”

“Not really,” MJ said. “I mean, I had my doubts. I definitely didn’t want to burn down our school campus. But we made it through. We’re graduating in–” she checked the countdown clock they had mounted on their wall– “five months, three weeks, and half a day. And we’ve done it.”

Peter nodded seriously before winking at her upside-down.

MJ laughed. “Don’t even start. Don’t distract me. I have to study.”

“You’re smart,” Peter grinned, rolling of the bed elegantly and dropping to sit by her feet. “My lovely girlfriend is going to ace her exams without even trying.”

“Shut up, Parker.”

“Talking to a mirror?” he teased.

MJ groaned and threw an eraser at him. “Don’t be an idiot.”

“Ow–” Peter plucked the eraser that fell into his hair. “Hey, just because I have spider-sense doesn’t mean I have common sense.”

“I can’t believe I’ve been dating you for five and a half years, you dummy,” she laughed.

“Neither can I!”

“We convene at the first annual meeting of the secret organization of the Fury-Coulson Christmas party,” Kate whispered.

“Why are we whispering?” Shuri asked in a hushed voice. “This is fun, but why?”

“Because it’s a secret meeting!” Peter said quietly.

“Screw this,” MJ said louder. “The walls are soundproof and I turned off the cameras.”

“Thank god,” Yelena sighed. “I hated it.”

“You haven’t said anything yet, though,” Wanda said, holding hands with her boyfriend, Vision.

Yelena shrugged.

Simmons stood at the head of the table with Leo Fitz, her husband. She clapped her hands happily. “Let’s review the plan.

“So, Peter, MJ, and Shuri are in charge of keeping the directors away from the party. Not distracting them like May, Daisy, Agent Hill or Agent Romanoff, but like that movie Home Alone.

“Kate and Yelena are in charge of the people involved and all the bad guys are disposed of for the night.

“Wanda and Vision, you guys cater food and drinks.

“Leo and I will be here if you have any questions but mostly we’d probably be wrapping gifts.” Simmons sighed happily. “All righty?”

Kate whooped but she stopped when everyone stared. “Sorry, it just felt like—” she shook her head. “Never mind.”

“Let’s set this plan in motion.”

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last-herondale · 24 days

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Almost Pt. 2

Bucky POV (W/ FemReader)

Angst, heartbreak, sadness

Tw: some mild curse words

AN: Hellooooo. I had an idea for a part two! Two fics in one week? Who do I think I am? 😳 anyway here is Bucky’s point of view on what happened after part one! Will link below! Maybe this will be a new series? Idk feeling ambitious 🤣

Part 1

Part 3

Enjoy 🤘🏼

It had been six weeks since Steve’s party. Six agonizing weeks of silence. Forty-two days of not hearing your voice. One thousand and eight hours of not seeing you smile at my stupid jokes. Sixty thousand, four hundred, and eighty minutes of not seeing the light dance in your eyes whenever you saw me enter the room. Three million, six hundred thousand twenty eight, and eight hundred seconds since I saw you walk away from me during that party after confessing your love for me.

You said you needed time. I respected that. I understood that.

After you bared your soul to me, I told you what I thought you needed to hear. That I wasn’t good enough for you. That you deserved better. It was difficult to stand there and see the light die from your eyes as I said these things. It was painful to see you cry, knowing that I had been the one to cause you that pain. But it was devastating for me to realize that despite how much I loved you, how much I cared for you, that the words I said were still true. Agonizingly so.

I expected that this type of honesty would destroy our friendship. Even though I still held out hope in my selfish mindset that we could continue on like we had in the past. Spending our free nights together, laughing, joking, having fun together, sharing memories, crying, hugging, everything we used to do…

But of course, those dreams had not come into fruition.

When you volunteered to be shipped out of the country for a mission the day after Steve’s party, I knew it was to get away from me. And despite my frustration and worry about you leaving on some dangerous mission without me in the state you were in, Steve assured me that you would be fine. He didn’t know the extent of what happened, but Steve being the inquisitive son of a bitch he is, he was able to connect some of the dots at least. Surprisingly he didn’t lecture or judge me. I was expecting to get an earful from him about how I treated you, led you on, and hurt your feelings, but in return I got nothing.

The mission was only supposed to last for two weeks, but as the days grew longer, the whole team was on edge when the two of you didn’t return. Steve kept communications with Tony, and he would pass along the messages to the rest of us. “They hit a snag. They are safe but they are bunking down for a bit.”

I felt like I was on pins and needles. I just needed to know you were safe, that you were okay. I must have looked worse for wear around the tower, because even Nat noticed and had a conversation with me in my room. It was a little strange. Having her back in my apartment, alone, her fiery gaze still as piercing as it was when we were together. But those feelings I held for her were gone. Something else lingered there, a fondness for the time we had, but nothing more.

I knew she was your best friend, so I assumed you told her everything about what happened at the party, but when she came into my apartment with a stern gaze on me, arms crossed and all, all she said was.

“I don’t know what happened the other night at Steve’s party, but you need to stop moping and get a grip.”

“I’m fine. Stay out of it,” I said with an icy tone.

Nat just rolled her eyes and jabbed a finger at me. “If you don’t feel anything for her, then stay away or get your shit together. She cares about you too much to walk away from you, Bucky.” Nat’s voice grew softer as she thought of you. “Whenever she comes back, and she will come back, she needs to heal. She cannot continue to be your emotional support puppet. It's draining her, James. Every time she returns from hanging out with you I see less and less of her return. She cannot continue to give you all of her heart when she is receiving none of it back.

“So for her sake, please, let her go.”

It was a hard thing to hear, but it was necessary. I stopped driving myself mad with when you would return. It was difficult, maddeningly so, but after another week I was able to distract myself enough with other things… other people. I did a few missions here and there, nothing that took me out of the country, but it filled some of the time I had to think about you.

I spent time with Nadia, the girl I had gone on a few dates with, the girl I had broken your heart over. Our relationship was purely physical. She was another distraction, someone to pass the time with. She didn’t seem to mind the distance I put between us. We weren’t exclusive by any means, and she was free to explore all of her options, but that was as far as that would go. Not that I could ever tell you this, even though I wanted to.

That was the shittiest part of it all. I missed you. Constantly. I missed talking with you about every single part of my day. I missed hearing about your day, or the silly little thoughts that swirled in your curious head. I missed spending my weekends with you, staying up until the sun rose, seeing you curled up in a ball on my couch, sleeping so peacefully. The ache in my chest never ceased, but I was able to drown away the thought of you for moments at a time.

And then you returned.

It was like a blow to the heart, seeing you standing in the kitchen, casually making yourself a bowl of cereal. Your skin seemed tanner than when you left. Clearly you had been somewhere where the sun kissed your skin for long periods of time. You looked beautiful, even just in your morning casual wear. You hadn’t noticed me yet. I was frozen in the entryway, trying to think of something intelligible to say to you, when Steve walked in through the other way. He too had not noticed me yet, his skin also sunkissed and a bit long.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out, I watched as my best friend slid his arms around your waist, turned you around in a swift and gentle motion, and kissed you. Ice filled my veins and it felt as if a rock had dropped in my stomach. I staggered backwards a bit, hiding myself more in the darkness of the archway as I saw the scene unfold.

Steve was kissing you. His hands were gentle around your waist, and although you were taken by surprise in the moment, you stood on your toes to be more on his level. You cupped his face and smiled. You were smiling. You looked…happy.

I slipped away back down the hallway and into my room before I could see more. The image of my best friend kissing the love of my life was burned into my mind. I sat on my bed in a disgruntled mess, fighting the strange waves of feelings that were swirling in my body.

You were finally back. You were safe. At that I was able to release the tension in my chest that I had been holding since you left. And then… Steve. What had changed during those six weeks you were gone? Was it serious? Did you love him? Did he love you? These questions paced back and forth inside of my brain until I was nearly dizzy.

It was the memory of Nat’s voice that stuck out amongst my own thoughts. “Let her go.”

You had been happy in that kitchen. Steve was a good man, too good to play with someone’s feelings if he didn’t truly feel something for them. Steve was good for you. That’s what I wanted, wasn’t it? The reason why I broke your heart in the first place? To set you free to find someone that would love you in all the ways I was incapable of doing. Why was I mad that you had done that? Why did I want to punch Steve for kissing you?

I clenched my fists as I sat on the bed. My body shook with so much emotion. In the torental storm that was my mind, I tried to focus on one memory. The only one that mattered. That night on the balcony. You had stood there, hair swirling in the breeze, more beautiful than the night sky. And you said it.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words calmed me. The memory of that night grounded me. Your tears. Your sadness. Your anger. I caused that. “I’m in love with you.” That is what you told me. And even though I wanted to scream it back, to shout it from the roof that I loved you too, instead I denied you. I threw it back in your face to save you from what I am. I hurt you, and this was my punishment. Seeing you pick up the pieces of that love that I shattered and give it to someone who would nurture that love.

I sat there thinking and thinking, until my head was pounding. I laid down on my bed, the image of you kissing someone else burning in my head.

“I’m in love with you too,” I muttered to myself.

Then, as tears began to silently fall down my face, I began to laugh.

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Got it Like That (Shuri x Reader)

18+

AN: I enjoyed writing this and I hope someone else enjoys reading it.

You began to stir at the soft lips indulging your neck. The sweet kisses and nips came from your wife Shuri. Although your bedroom was bathed in darkness, you noticed Shuri light up at the fact that you awoke.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi baby, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re trying to get something started.”

She chuckled lightly and pressed her body against yours. “Maybe I am.” This time she gently bit your ear.

Holding in a laugh, your eyes landed on the time to see it was a quarter to 5, which meant she had an hour before she readied herself for work. If this had been you trying to arouse her in the middle of her sleep, it’d be a very different reaction. But the truth was that you were nearly always horny for your wife, as she was for you.

“What do you want, princess?” You asked. “And use your words.”

“I want to fuck.”

Your eyes became hooded. She stared down at you defiantly as she straddled you. You squeezed her hips firmly. “And why’s that, princess? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Shuri sighed a little before grinding on you. “I clearly can’t sleep, Y/ N. Put me to bed.”

It never ceased to amaze you just how hot your wife was. And the way she was moving on top of you told you she wanted to ride. You were going to see to it.

Just like that, you rolled her on her back and kissed her passionately. She matched your fervor, cupping your cheeks as your mouths claimed each other.

You only pulled away so you could get your strap. Shuri had designed ones for you and her. “I’ll be back.”

She looked at you knowingly and sat up, crawling to the ottoman situated in front of the king size bed. She already had the strap laid out.

“Oh, you were ready.” You shared a laugh.

“Clock is ticking, Y/N.” She raised her eyebrows and tapped her wrist.

“You have a lot of mouth for someone who wants something from me. I got you, baby, relax.”

It was evident how much she craved this “sexy time” with you. Her walls were so slick that there was barely resistance. She sucked you right in, damn near trapping you inside her.

Shuri moaned as the strap she was currently cumming on began vibrating. “Fuck!”

You smiled impishly and gripped her in place, only maximizing the already overwhelming pleasure for her. “Does that feel good, wife?”

“Too sensitive!” She was trembling and panting, yet bouncing up and down frantically on you.

A moment later as she caught her breath or tried to, you lapped up her juices. But not for long. She moved your head away, however, you only grabbed her ass, pulling her to you again.

“Baby, stop,” she protested.

You were a bit confused because her moisture only increased as you pressed your tongue against her clit. But you relented this time, licking your lips. Shuri wiped your face with the sheet.

“You didn’t like it?” You asked.

She kissed you slightly aggressively, making you smile afterwards. “Of course I did.” She laid down, beckoning you. “Come, now.”

You already knew where she wanted you, so you obliged her desire. Her hands stroked your thighs, warming them up yet sending chills all the same. She delighted in you moaning her name as she slurped your clit. Her tongue swam in your waters, feasting on your every crevice.

Shuri smiled from ear to ear, gloating at having made you cum twice in a row. You’d made a mess on her face, which earned you a loving kiss. “You taste so good, usana. Better and better every time.” Her kisses continued, specifically on your neck again. You felt her hand creep between your legs again. “She wants more.”

“Don’t you have work?”

She chuckled. “I come later today. But for now, I want to cum in you.”

Enough said. Holding eye contact, she planted kisses on your breasts.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Shuri directed, pausing her fingering. Once your pretty brown eyes were revealed again, she continued stretching you out with her deft digits. “Bast, I could eat you again.” She stopped her ministrations once more. You watched as she sucked your residue from her fingertips. The sight was incredibly erotic.

“Be my guest,” You told your wife.

She smirked. “After you take this dick.”

This time your body was wrapped around her as she fed her fake dick to you. She had a grip on the back of your knee as you slammed your hips downward to meet her heated thrusts. It was beyond sexy as she handled you with ease yet passion. Her eyes told you that she found you to be the most beautiful person she’d ever laid eyes on, let alone laid with, and been in a relationship with. How lucky she was to call you her wife.

“This pussy is sublime. Am I satisfying you, Y/N?” She questioned before pushing into you with a grunt. One of her hands played with your boobs. Obviously the incessant moans and cries pouring from your mouth, your sopping pussy, and hard nipples were all the proof she needed.

“Yes! Yes, Shuri!”

Her chuckle turned into a growl when you squeezed the thick, long shaft. She could feel it. Her reaction only made your walls clench her again. No more nice Shuri. She pounded into you, the tip of her shaft poking your ultimate pleasure spot. Desperately needing a resource for tension, you held onto one of the silk pillows over your head.

Your juices warmed Shuri up in that familiar way she adored as your pussy flexed on her length. Feeling the challenge of how you spasmed around her, she became forceful with her thrusts, groaning when her body couldn’t take anymore. Her own nectar blasted on and in you. Her climax was long-lasting. She often came heavy, depositing what felt like buckets of cum, because you turned her on that much.

“Fuck, babe,” You said in between a laugh, your combined releases leaking past your bodies. Your lips found each other again in a slow but searing kiss. You pushed down on her rear end while your tongues united.

“Do you see what you do to me?” Shuri looked into your eyes.

“Uh, hell yeah.” You laughed and traced her cheek as she smiled softly. “It’s sexy. Everything about you is sexy and spectacular. I hit the jackpot.”

“Oh, really now?” She held you, allowing you both to calm down before the after care.

“Yes, and apparently you have, too. Got you going into work late now.” You grinned.

“Hush.” She shook her head. “That has nothing to do with you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You knew better. “You’re addicted—OW.”

She pinched your butt cheek. “Even if I am, you don’t have to brag.”

“I think I will, actually. Hey!” Your brows furrowed in disapproval as she walked away.

“I can’t even get up to run a bath. Who’s really addicted?” She called, playfulness in her tone.

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Goodnight Tea & Kisses

Title: Goodnight Tea & Kisses.

Ship: Kate Bishop × Yelena Belova.

Themes: Cuteness, Domestic, Fluff, Octoberish.

Triggers: None!

Synopsis: Kate is up late one night, trying to pin Kingpin's whereabouts, when Yelena comes up from behind with a cup of tea, kisses on the head, and whispers of Good Night's.

Notes: My first fanfiction!! Obviously, it's a bit of a cheese-fest but I needed something to lift my spirits. I doubt I've voiced for them well, but I've never written an actual short story so give me a break. 😭 I would love some scenario/theme requests, I've been clueless as what to write lately. (I got this prompt from a random generator, credits to the Tumblr they archived it from!!)

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Kate's head hurt.

No, it was pounding. Her senses felt fried, tired eyes battling off sleep as cold autumn air circulated the room. It was three AM, and still no trace of Kingpin.

A hearty year has passed since Wilson Fisk was hauled off to jail with a grimace on his face and the mutterings of revenge. It had also been a full year since Kate watched her mother, Eleanor Bishop, gradually disappear in the backseat of a cop car. Last year's Christmas had been very...jolly to say the least.

And now it was October. And, as you can imagine, a lot of things have changed since then. For one, Jack Duquesne took charge of Bishop Security, when it became apparent Kate wasn't scurrying for the throne. She also spent every other weekend with the lonely bachelor (maybe out of pity for the previous events or shame from her past behavior) and came to actually enjoy the odd-ball's company. On the occasion, they would fence and the other times play Blackjack or Gin-rummy with a couple drinks shared between.

Also adapting the title (and alias) of Hawkeye, Clint would make the drive to the heart of the metropolis city. But...typically Kate was forced to take the train out to the suburbs. They would practice; with Clints mentoring and Kate's enthusiasm. They (as in "she") still testing the waters of a possible catchphrase. The only decent retort being, "The people who tolerate you on a daily basis are the real heroes." Which, by Clints definition was too wordy and definitely stolen from a pro wrestler.

But the most significant of all these things, nevermind Clint, Jack or even her new apartment – was who she got to share it with. Yelena Belova.

After their rather fruitless fight, after Clint managed to somewhat subside the ache in Yelena's heart, Kate received a notification a day later. When her apartment was still wafting in residue of fumes; when soot and flames forever tarnished her furniture. They had kept in touch ever since.

Ever since Kate migrated to a new apartment above a pharmacy called Little House. Ever since Kate got home from a day of training and smelled Mac & Cheese.

Ever since.

Clusters of leaves fluttered past the window, overlooking the vivid streets of New York. The only light illuminating the parlor besides Kate's own, pouring over newspapers and tabloids of New Yorks infamous Kingpin and his escape. It left the archers blood boiling; seeing how hard of a bastard he was to capture before. Couldn't she have at least one holiday to herself?

"Isn't it a little late to be Hawkeye?"

A toasty arm snaked it's way under the cloth of her shirt, pressing warmly against the flat of her stomach. The other mystery arm outstretched and presented; a mug of steam to mist her face. Kate smiled.

Sleepytime Tea. Chamomile flavour. Kate could practically smell the gentle notes of apple and honey-like sweetness. She despised the typical mints and flowers (who would even want to drink a flower anyway?) unlike Yelena; who cherished those flavours and thought sweeteners were childish. (Although she continued to purchase chamomile after Kate commented her liking of it.)

"Never too late."

Kate relished the moment. Accepting the mug just for the warmness to spread to her palms, eyes briefly closing. The weight of the woman's head resting between her shoulder blades, a comforting silence blanketing them both. A sigh fled her lips.

"Well, maybe Superheros should have bedtimes too."

"Hey–"

Kate broke their faceless embrace in favor of turning around. It was one of those rare times when Kate got to see Yelena with her hair down; blonde hair cascading in gentle curls. Through Kate was unsure if that was natural or just from being put up all the time. Either way, she was mesmerizing. She took preference of Kate's shirts over anything else, being they were slightly baggy on Yelena it automatically became her sleepwear. It wasn't surprising to see litters of shopping bags where Yelena had gone shopping; the woman loved two, maybe three things in this world. Kate, vests, and shopping. Especially shopping for Kate (knowing well, it would be for herself also.)

"I thought you were asleep?"

Kate would finish, stealing a sip from her (of course) purple themed mug with the word 'sharpshooter!' bending across. Yelena shrugged.

"Hard to sleep when you get use to snoring."

Yelena smiled and that swarm of butterflies came swarming. It made her nervous; made her utterly and terribly stutter-ish, even if they have been going steady for months now. It still felt all new with Yelena, made that arrogance walk right out the front door. She grinned.

"Okay, first off I do not snore. That's probably Fanny."

"Dogs can't snore!"

"Sure they can."

"Why don't you prove it then and come on to bed?"

"Is that your seduction line?"

Kate was beating around the bush. But also – you could never be too sure. Yelena was an aggressive flirt and sometimes–

No.

She was definitely beating around the bush.

Kate sighed. She probably looked disastrous if Yelena was this passionate on sleep. Guiding her girlfriend into her arms, her free hand laced around her waist. She could see the visible disappointment, though she tried to mask it.

Onto her tiptoes, Yelena pressed a kiss into her girlfriends temple, squeezing her arm in a means of encouragement. Without any evidence, Kate was without any sleep. She wouldn't give in. Something she hated – yet loved about her. Kate took this as an opportunity to sweeten her; catching her lips with hers as her tongue delve it's way eagerly threw.

"Maybe that line did work on me."

For when she pulled back, a pink faced Yelena stared back.

"Stubborn."

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The breakage of dusk gave leeway to dawn.

As clouds began to stir and the city braced for a new day, Yelena found herself sluggishly hauling herself to the kitchen. It was daily routine to make strong coffee; with no childish sweeteners or sugars. Nothing but pure (except the times when she would lace Rum or Vodka, in which she was told was a very Russian thing to do.)

Kate never went to bed that night. Yelena told herself she'd give her the silent treatment if she had too – maybe even purposely guilt trip the archer. But that moment never came. Instead of finding a groggy, discombobulated woman she found a passed out, snoring archer. Yelena had to bite down a smile.

The dogs – Fanny and Lucky swam around her feet, anticipating their breakfast and inpatient for it. She stalled it, in the meantime.

The tea was downed, nothing but precipitation left to greet her. Kate was stretched on the couch, long limbs half dangling off and looking quite...well, comfortable wouldn't be the right term. Drool streaked her snoring lips while Yelena went to snap a picture for playful blackmail later. That's when she got the news.

New York City's Kingpin, Wilson Fisk, found and captured! Sentenced another fifteen years for jailbreak!

"I think this calls for a celebration."

Yelena whispered, the brightness of the phone awaking Kate. She blinked, tiredness very vivid on blue eyes.

"Yeah, sleep."

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