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[randomshyperson]

Best (Girl)Friends - Wanda Maximoff x Rogers!Reader

Summary: Wanda sympathizes with your willpower. 70 years on ice is a long time to wait for an intimate touch. And being the good friend that she is, Wanda offers you some help.

Warnings: (+18), some vague plot, smut with virginity loss, Rogers!Reader following all Wanda’s wishes, power bottom!Wanda, kissing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, explicit consent but Wanda being a tease and a bit possessive. | Words: 4.893k

A/-N-> I’m pretty sure this was a request, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. 

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Shield acted as if they won the lottery.

In a way, it felt like that. Two Rogers siblings found on the same day would probably yield some promotions within the teams responsible, and a nice image bonus with the US government. 

But while Captain America was found in a negative temperature on the other side of the planet, his sister destroyed an entire building with her sudden appearance inside a blue explosion a few hours later.

In your defense, you had no idea what was about to happen. 

One minute, you were inside a Howard Stark-designed marine suit at the bottom of the ocean. But in Shield's defense, you were disobeying the orders of your director, that is, Margaret Carter on the phone, who five minutes earlier insisted that she would not risk losing another Rogers and that reaching the cube was not worth the risk to your safety, but you still put on the prototype underwater suit and dived in search of the item, which, to you, was the key to finding your brother.

You were right, in a way. Touching the cube with the determined idea that you would like to see Steve again really worked. The problem was how it happened. 

The explosion was all around you, and you saw nothing but the beam of blue light that forced you to close your eyes. One moment you were deep in the sea, and the next you were in the middle of one of the Shield Secret Bases, a thousand of bricks flying around with the force of the explosion.

Your presence in the secret room of Project PEGASUS caused Shield to be on high alert, and a dozen rifles to be pointed in your face.

But it was all cleared up in no time and ended with your figure handcuffed on the seat of a government Jet on its way to New York.

Unlike Steve, you were awake. And not the least bit in the mood to follow Nick Fury's theatrical demands.

"That's to avoid shock, Miss Rogers-"

"Absolutely not, Nicholas." You cut him off impatiently, your hands-free since Shield had clarified exactly who you were. "The first thing I'm saying to my brother won't be a lie."

Nick sighed. "I understand it's a delicate situation, Miss, but Captain Rogers has been frozen for too long. An innocent fantasy is meant to lessen the shock of the truth."

You skirted Nick without caring about the speech. "There's no way to lighten news like this one. We're both in the future, for Chris’s sake! That it's absurd enough. No more lies, and let me see my brother for once. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." 

Fury didn't have the heart to insist, not only because he had another supersoldier getting him out of the way, but because of the emotion in your voice. He waved in dismissal to any soldier more curious about your determined walk, and no one interfered as you made your way to the room where they placed your brother.

Shield had begun to create a scenario around him that made you chuckle in irony. You dismissed the agent posing as a nurse with a look, and Nick allowed you to be alone in the room, and without wasting any time, you made your way to the bed.

Steve looked the same as he did the day he disappeared, and you felt a sob break in your throat. Maybe the sound woke him up.

He opened confused eyes at you, and unlike him, you had aged a lot since the last time he had seen you when you were still a child. 

"Hey, Stevie." Your greeting came hoarsely, laden with emotion. Steve took a moment to recognize you.

"Y/N?" He asked, tense and startled. You could almost see the gears of his brain working, the way he tried to recognize his surroundings as well. "God, how long have I...?"

"Longer than you can imagine, big brother. Much longer." You replied before hugging him tightly. 

This must have been the last entirely friendly interaction you had with your brother, a reunion bittersweet for its peculiarities that was unable to conciliate years of differences between the two of you. Nor did the ice erase your hurt over Steve sending you away from the war when your parents passed away, or make you forget the years of training and working for Shield in search of him once you were back in Brooklyn. Nor did it change Steve's view of how he wanted to protect and keep out of trouble - which included superhero work - his younger sister who he had vowed to take care of.

But it was indeed an undeniable amusement to the rest of the team that the personalities of the Rogers siblings were so blatantly different, and it caused some apprehension every time Steve had to witness you leaving the tower in some sports car borrowed from Tony Stark while dressed in leather jackets borrowed from Natasha Romanoff.

The apex that you were entirely corrupted for all that he expected from a proper 1950s girl came in the addition of a certain angry witch to the team a while later.

Of course, the close age - if one ignores the years between the time jump and your arrival - you and Wanda had made your friendship an inevitability. But this doesn't mean that witnessing your clear crush on the new Avenger wasn't giving your older brother a headache.

Natasha thinks he deserved some credit. Considering he was a white man from the 1950s who was frozen before appearing in a new century, Steve was pretty open-minded. She was pretty sure this was due to the closet years of keeping a secret crush on his best friend, but she wouldn't be mean enough to torment Steve with that. 

And besides this, you were also getting used to the new century. And with the possibility of being able to have feelings for Wanda in an open and free way, so different from the world you lived in before.

The witch, on the other hand, had the greatest of fun tormenting you as much as she could while she waited for you to be ready.

And these teases came at every opportunity Wanda could take, from summer days at the tower pool where she had an excuse to wear bikinis around you and make a complete mess of you with the "friendly cuddling" which is how she came to justify the fact that your room was hers now and that there was nothing more platonical than sleeping cuddled up to your best friend.

With each passing moment, you grew comfortable and certain in your own feelings, parallel to which you became more confident in your powers and Wanda began to feel that the tables were turning on her every time a tickle war ended with you using your super-strength to pin her to the bed or you could effortlessly carry her away from a training session or conflict.

It didn't take long for the situation to become unbearable - Wanda was sure she would combust in the next cuddling session if she felt your body against hers again without that leading to what she really wanted, so now she had to take drastic action.

Communication was always the key to everything.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Your cell phone fell hard on your face. Wanda giggled at the mirror reflection: she was on her back brushing her hair and stealing glances at your figure lying on the bed, still learning to use the current technology but definitely loving the whole thing.

Snorting in embarrassment, you pushed the electronic device down onto the mattress and massaged your sore face. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy seeing me like this."

"What do you mean?" She asks innocently, turning her attention to the ring drawer. 

"Disconcerted."

Wanda chuckles mischievously, running her fingers through the options and trying to decide between the items as you stare at the ceiling. "I know you're like 100 years old, but won’t you tell me that it never happened? Not even when you became a hottie super soldier?"

You grunted in shame, covering your face with your arm. Wanda giggled again, this time putting on one of the silver rings. You were too far away to notice how her fingers were slightly trembling, giving away how she was equally affected by the conversation. But unlike you, Wanda knew how to keep it cool very well.

"Wandaaa." You grumbled, and she almost dropped the subject when you added. "No."

"No, what?"

With a sigh, you removed your arm from in front of your face but didn't risk looking at her. "Back then...I just, I didn't have the courage I guess. You know, girls were supposed to be virgins to marry, in theory. And well, I wasn't going to marry anyone because I was too busy working. And when I got into the army, the vast majority of the guys I knew started looking at me with contempt and indignation, and then came the serum I just...didn't know how to handle the attention."

Wanda spun the stool she was sitting on toward you, listening closely to your words. 

You sighed shyly. "I mean I had opportunities, but I just didn't feel comfortable following them. I wanted... to be with someone who liked me. Not the super serum, you know? Most people were only talking to me because of it. They hoped to gain some kind of benefit from meeting the American Soldier. I don't know, maybe it's just me trying not to sound so... cowardly."

Wanda stood up with a sigh, and you swallowed dryly, keeping your gaze on the ceiling until her face appear in your field of vision.

"Detka, you are literally the bravest person I know." Reminded the witch, bringing a small smile to you. "And there's nothing wrong with not being ready, or waiting for the right person. Sex is intimate, it makes sense that you want it to happen with someone you like and who likes you back."

"Thank you for being understanding." You muttered, swallowing dryly when instead of returning to her previous activities, Wanda sat down on the bed next to you. With a sigh and shifting your gaze to the ceiling again, you ventured, "Have you?"

Wanda's teasing giggle brought a deep color to your face. "Have I what?"

Snorting, you retorted, "Come on, you're the one who brought this up."

Wanda pinched you gently on the belly, smiling at your complaint. “A few times, actually.'"

It made no sense at all to feel jealous of a time you didn't even know her, and that you were somehow in the past, but still, a bitter burn filled your stomach. Wanda, the telepath that she was, seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and without caring whether it would make your heart stop or not, approached you to use your torso as her personal pillow. With two legs on which side of your hips, she stared down at you.

"But it was nothing outstanding." She began, using her fingertips to wander all the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders through your pajamas and having the best time in the world in watching every single hair of you shiver. "I kept making the same mistake in settling down for mediocre sex. No real feelings, no passion, much less love. Always end up frustrated and having to finish the job alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Alone...?" But it only took one look from Wanda for you to understand what she meant and choke, your face pink again. The younger girl giggled, leaning her elbow on you to rest her chin on her own hand and take a closer look. 

"Eyes on me, baby." She asked, hoping you would overcome your own shyness to do so. When you follow her request, Wanda was ready to risk everything. "You know I love you, don't you?"

You sighed, nodding. "I love you too, Wanda." Your confession was huskier than hers, and she had to ignore the sincerity of what that really meant in order to stay focused on that afternoon's goal. "Kind of the essential thing on the best friend package, isn't it?"

Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes. 

Of course, you would make a joke to lessen the intensity of the moment, if she was nervous in all her confident glory, she could have sympathy for you, who was literally having to deal with your long-time crush practicing lying over you.

"Friends help each other, don't they? Especially best friends." She retorted, and you frowned in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess… why, did something happen?" Before your confusion could turn to worry entirely and you could finish the movement of getting up, Wanda pressed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back on the mattress.  "Hey." You chuckled puzzledly, but the laughter died into an affected sigh when Wanda simply shifted in your lap completely, in a very non-platonic way.  "Right, whatever makes you comfortable." You mutter, very aware of the heat radiating from the girl's body on top of you, who just chuckled mischievously at your shyness.

"Relax, dorogoya." Wanda reasserted in a low, dangerously seductive voice. Her hands were on your shoulders still, rubbing your loose pajamas and somehow pushing them down to the limits, exposing as much skin as Wanda could manage. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to...but I also need you to tell me exactly what you wanna do and how ready for me you are."

Your throat went dry, and Wanda's dilated pupils were not helping the words to form. She bit her lip, seeming to have the best time with your clumsiness.

"I-I... god, Wanda..." You gasped and she leaned in completely until her breath was hitting your cheek.

"How about a kiss? Don't tell me you never got one?" She mocked and you had to chuckle dryly.

"You can be quite an ass, Maximoff." You murmured with your eyes closed, risking moving your hands to her thighs around your hips, the action making you both hold your breaths for a second. "I've kissed before."

"Hmm, I see." She hits back, deviating from the original path and letting her mouth tease your jaw, feeling your hands squeeze her thighs gently with every kiss across your skin. What Wanda wouldn't do to see you lose control...

"I like kissing." You confess hoarsely, mostly because she’s making you so nervous that the words are simply spilling. You kept your eyes closed and your neck stretched to give her more room to don’t stop. Aware of your words, Wanda hums again as she keeps depositing chaste kisses on your collarbone. "I like...kissing girls."

It should be a heartfelt confession, one that Wanda theoretically knew about but that you've never put into words before. But suddenly, Wanda bit down on you, hard enough for you to grunt in pain, opening your eyes. She grabs your cheeks with one hand, a hot fury in her eyes that makes you shudder.

"Rule number one, don't talk about other girls when you have one on top of you."

You open your mouth like a fish, babbling nonsense for enough time for Wanda to make a motion of leaving. But that makes you react. "I didn't mean to upset you!" You try quickly, hands moving on an instinct to hold her by the waist on top of you. Wanda has to bite her lips hard to keep from letting out a much more submissive sound than she would like when you just squeeze her firmly to keep her there. "Wanda, please forgive me! I-you caught me off guard, alright? I’m nervous… We’re friends and suddenly… you’re so close and I’m talking nonsense! Please, just… tell me what you want to hear.”

She huffs impatiently, crossing her arms and turning her face away as you sigh in defeat. Wanda wants to be annoyed, but you're so lovely when you lean your face into her, trying to ease her anger with chaste kisses on her cheeks and neck until you manage to get from her a stubborn smile. She has no choice but to uncross her arms to slide her hands up your shoulders, wrapping herself around your body again. 

She feels you smile and relax completely, the kisses getting firmer on her neck until they tickle and elicit a husky giggle from her. Still, Wanda settles a hand in your hair, and the slight tug to bring your faces close together again draws a deep sigh from you.

"I don't want to hear about other girls, detka. This is your last warning." She says seriously with eyes glowing red for a moment. Wanda had hoped to have a direct effect, but to her surprise, a teasing smirk began to form on your lips.

"Wow, you're totally jealous." You accused and she grimaced, trying to pull away once more. But that only made you burst out into a teasing giggle, while your strong arms wrapped around her torso, bringing her back to you effortlessly while keeping her locked into you. Wanda was clearly aware of how shaky her legs were with the motion, and trying to walk away again would only result in her falling to the ground. "Wanda, darling, the girls I kissed must be a hundred years old by now."

Reluctantly and with a rosy tinge in her cheeks, she mutters, "Honestly, I was hoping to be your first."  Her confession makes you rise your eyebrows in surprise, only to smile fondly next. Your hands moved again, caressing her back in an attempt to relax her as well. 

"Hey, look at me." You call out gently, waiting for the girl's stubbornness to subside with the help of your caresses. Wanda has a stronger color on her face when she finally raises her eyes to you again. "I didn't imagine this was anything of relevance to you. But I haven't lied before, I've never been with someone intimately. If you still want to, you can be my first... everything else."

She twitches her nose softly. "You’re making it sound like it’s a favor for me. I only want to... if you do too." She retorts with a certain determination in her gaze, and though you feel your cheeks burn with the ultimatum, you nod foolishly before breaking the distance.

It catches Wanda by surprise, the sudden kiss, and you're despairing when she doesn't respond immediately, pulling away at the same speed you approached. "Sorry." You say mortified and breathless, your lips tingling. "I like you, Wan. I really do. I just thought you should know before..."

She places a finger over yours, shushing your nervous anticipation. Her free hand goes to your cheek and Wanda pulls you close again, her eyes darkening in a way that makes you shiver entirely.

"Like I said before, just relax, baby. Stop overthinking." She whispers before she firms her mouth over yours. It's a sensual, intense kiss unlike any you've ever received. Wanda seems determined to drive you to complete insanity. She kisses you unhurried, waiting for permission to slide her tongue into yours, and giving you no room to breathe properly, head spinning with those new yet so familiar needy feelings. She kisses and kisses you until you're restless beneath her, your body burning and your hands curious testing limits that she doesn’t impose, only encourages you to break. Her taste and smell intoxicate your every sense, the feel of her body molded to yours, teasing your reactions and almost making you lose control of your strength. The tight squeeze you give her when she sucks your tongue earns a whimper from her that sticks and echoes in your mind, making you dizzy with lust. When she finally breaks the kiss to breathe, her lips are swollen like yours, and her pupils are so dilated that there is no green left in them. Your face burns for the matching fire you find in her gaze.

You are unable to find any words to describe this moment, so you only stare at her, blushing over the smirk that starts to form on her lips once she catches the adoring look you’re giving her.

Licking your lips to try to gain some focus, you dare to ask: “Was it…good?” You would have added “Did you like” or “Was I enough” if Wanda didn't break into a giggle that shut you entirely, your cheeks burning. Before the shame could surface, she grabbed your cheeks again. “You’re too cute, darling.” She says, kissing you again more quickly than before. Her hands move to yours then, intertwining your fingers together to drag them on her thighs, down, and then back up, this time under her skirt. Your heart stopped, and Wanda turned her dark eyes back to yours, her voice so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close. “Don’t be shy, see for yourself how much I like kissing you.” She whispers darkly.

When she kisses you again, her hands guide you under her skirt until you're in her front. The mere contact of your fingers with the wet spot on her panties makes you groan and break the kiss, needing a moment to just take a breath and calm your nerves. Wanda doesn't wait long, releasing your hands to move hers to your shoulders, needing firm support now that you're so close to where she needs it so badly. She gasps in surprise when your hand gives a quick tug that rips her panties off at once, a wave of new wetness running down her thighs in the same second.

You don't say anything about it, just turns your face to kiss her again, the same way she did before, and somehow even dirtier and more sexual, drawing gasps with every flick of your tongue against hers.

Because Wanda's your best friend, she wants to taunt you - tease you about being better at this than you let on, but all the words fall away at once when your fingers fill her in one go. All Wanda can do is moan, choking on the kiss as she feels you slide into her with such ease. 

"Fuck, detka." She moans with her eyes tightly closed, just as she pulls away to breathe. Your response is to just continue your movements, in and out of her without haste, feeling every mention of her warm walls squeezing your fingers. Wanda is burning on top of you and the sound of her drenched pleasure echoes low. You hum contentedly, nipping at her neck as she can no longer match the kiss, so close to her own climax. Your hand adjusts, increasing its reach, and when your thumb gives her clit the attention it needs, Wanda lets out an affected squeal. "W-wanna cum, baby. Please!"

You bite back a smile, surprised and impressed by the question hidden in the statement. You adjust to face her and wait for Wanda to feel the change to look at you too. The dark, lust-filled pupils leave you breathless.

"You can cum, sweetheart, you don't even have to ask." You assure her softly, never stopping your movements inside her. "I'm here to please you." You whisper, and it's enough for Wanda to break into an affected moan, hips thrusting helplessly against your hand until she arches her back and lets out the longest, dirtiest moan you've ever heard. 

Her eyes flutter shut as she rides her high on your soaked hand, until she finally opens scarlet pupils for you, a long groan leaving her lips as the last sensations of the best orgasm she ever had fade away.

Wanda turns her full attention to you in the next second, stealing quick but intense kisses until a husky giggle leaves her lips and tickles yours.

"You're too good at this for your own good." She prompts, and the compliment takes a heartfelt giggle from you. You try to relax under her gaze but Wanda's dilated eyes have a different twinkle as she holds your cheeks more firmly. "I think I want to keep you all to myself. Without sharing with anybody else. What do you say, baby?"

You swallow dry, suddenly quite vulnerable "H-hm, like... dating?" You retort in a weak tone of voice because you need to confirm and well the idea that someone as unbelievably awesome as Wanda Maximoff is actually asking for exclusivity with you seems too freaking surreal not to confirm. As many times as necessary.

Wanda giggles mischievously, settling herself on top of your fingers that never left her and sighing as she feels you even deeper than before. "Yeah, just like that." She moans, and you're not sure if she's answering your question or guiding you through the motions, but you get the impression that the answer goes both ways. 

It's not like you will contradict your new girlfriend any further.

Before Wanda could indulge in the sensation again, however, she stopped you with a gentle grip on your wrist. Raising curious eyes to the breathless flushed girl on top of you, your first reaction was to check if you had done something wrong, and by god, hurt her. But Wanda bit back a smile, her other hand going down to your belt.

"We're overdressed, honey." She whispered against your lips, red sparkles playing with the edge of your shirts, teasing them upward. " Strip."

Moaning low against her mouth, Wanda almost didn't let you pull away. In record time, your clothes were off and so were hers, between stolen panting kisses you fell to the mattress again, curious hands urging together.

Wanda pinned you beneath her with no effort despite your super strength, and feeling her naked against your skin drove you to the brink of insanity. She swallowed each moan with her mouth, appreciating the increasingly needy sounds as she fit against your hips, and began to move hers.

Soon, the friction became unbearably arousing and you had to clutch at the sheet, and the headboard. A hot, tight knot at the tip of your stomach left you breathless, every movement of Wanda's hips into yours, the perfect fit between your cunts was enough to make you choke. 

You practically meowed when she got the rhythm right. "O-oh god Wanda! T-there's something... fuck, I can't-"

"I know baby, just let go for me." She panted, her hands clenching the sheet on either side of your head, her hips frantic against yours. "Fuck, you feel amazing" She moans a confession, smiling satisfied at your expression of pure bliss beneath her.

Suddenly the knot bursts, and you're blinded by the pleasure of your first orgasm for a full moment. The headboard snaps in your left hand and Wanda cums in a loud, animalistic moan, spilling herself down on you before collapsing heavily onto your torso, your panting breaths mingling like your juices.

You try to recover together from the intensity of the climax, your hand finding her back on instinct to stroke her as Wanda nestles closer against you, an exhausted, satisfied smile on her lips.

She barely had a chance to lift her face to kiss you when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Kid, is everything all right in here I heard something breaking-'" 

You nearly knocked Wanda off the bed in an attempt to cover the two of you with the comforter - and the mattress lost a few springs in the process.

The two Avengers who'd entered the room covered their faces with their hands, but unlike your brother, Natasha was holding back her laughter.

"I'm sorry. We... I... you-"

"Come on Captain, we're leaving." Natasha cut Steve off with a pat on the shoulder, leading the way backward. "Sorry girls, lock the door next time. And well, use protection!" She burst out laughing, ignoring the embarrassed grumbles from you and Wanda, and closing the door.

With the safety of a locked door, you hid your face in your pillow.

"Great, the best day of my life might be ruined because my brother is going to have a stroke."  You grumbled, getting a hearty laugh from the other.

Wanda adjusted herself, stroking your hair until you looked at her again. "Best day of your life, huh? I'm flattered." She teases, smiling at the red that appears on your cheeks.

"As if you weren't cocky enough." You retort in the same tone, adjusting to hold her by the waist and pull her to you, getting on top now. Wanda sighs softly, even warmer with the addition of the blanket now, she finds it kind of hard to concentrate, much more talk. "Thank you, Wands."

Your line surprises her. "For what?"

"For being my first time." You clarify with a shrug, though your gaze was intense. "I've always wanted it to be with someone special, someone I like and trust. And there's no one I love more than you."

Wanda kisses you because she doesn't want to be the type to cry during sex, and she's pretty sure she would. You don't mind, she transmits the feeling through action and well, there are other things you're dying to do other than talk.

There will be time for confessions later.

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[yunggoblin]

Eddie Brock/Venmon - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

One Shots:

Hungry -💦

Summary: Eddie doesn't like to wake you on your off days but Venom is craving for something sweet; you. (18+, Mature, Minors DNI)

Series:

None

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[mushrubes]

Life saver

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist |

Requested : no

prompt 3. “Feeling better?” “It feels like I’ve been slapped but on the inside.” “So…no?”

Pairing : Peter Quill x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 376

Warnings : Slight gotg 3 spoilers!!

Have a great day !! <3

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"I did it last time." Rocket huffed, following behind you and Nebula as you all made your way towards the building. "I had to carry him to bed." Nebula bit back, making you zone out as the pair bickered over whose turn it was to talk to Peter. "Will you both just stop arguing?!" you groaned as you made your way upstairs, turning to face them. "I'll talk to him, just stop arguing we have enough going on." you sighed, heading inside.

Carefully, you looked around, eyes settling on his sleeping figure curled up in bed still. You turned on one of the side lamps before kneeling at his bed and gently shaking the man. "Pete, come on." you called softly, seeing him fidget slightly but not wake up, nestling his head back on the pillow. He looked peaceful, probably the most he had done for a while. You ran a hand through his messy curls as you admired his face. Shaking him again, you got a groan from him as he stretched out.

"Morning Quill." you grinned, watching as he rubbed his eyes before stretching out, his shirt riding up slightly. "Feeling better?" you teased, knowing the answer that was following considering how much he had drank last night. It wasn't the first time you'd caught him drinking a lot to the point he was almost drunk but he was with Drax this time, who could drink quite a lot more than him, and by what you walked in on and the amount of bottles laying around that Rocket had seen when he had gone to get his drink, the usual 'contest' had happened.

"It feels like I've been slapped on the inside." he winced, earning a snort from you as he smiled weakly. "So...no?" you got out after laughing, helping him sit up as he hummed in agreement. He watched as you walked to the fridge in the corner, pulling out a water bottle and opening a box of pills you had, holding your hands out for him to take both. "Should make you feel better." you comforted, nodding as he took them both, taking the pills before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

"You're a life saver."

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

In Love

Summary: Clint Barton x Fe!Reader ~ Turns out, you’ve been keeping a massive secret from Clint despite being his friend and co-worker for the last six years. 

Disclaimer: violence, swearing (I think), pining, life-or-death situations, kiss to keep cover, fluff, hand holding, angst, blood, torture, Clint does not have kids or a wife or has ever, 16+ themes (Criminal Minds kinda thing). MDNI - This is your warning - If you read on, you have agreed to read 16+ themes.

The moment you came home your first day in the field, you knew what was to come. 

You never fell in love. Never even fell into ‘like’. But the moment you met him…it was game over. Your future self laughed at your younger self. 

“I’m never gonna fall in love.” you would say. “I’m never gonna like a boy like that. I’m not going to want someone to come home to. I want my own space. I don’t want anyone by my side. I don’t need anyone but my dogs. They can keep me company when I’m old and grey.”

God, you wished you could be like that again. Despite knowing none of it would be true, you wished you still had those ideologies. That you would never fall in love. That you would never date or marry or want children and turn out to be a Sports Mom with a minivan filled with gear, orange slices and cases of water you got on sale from Costco. 

But the moment you saw him…that ideology died. In fact, it burst into a ball of flames. 

You had never had that feeling before. That kind of feeling that sent a tornado through your stomach, blood pumping around your body as if you’d just fought for your life in a cross country race and your heart doing somersaults against your lungs that knocked the air out of them. 

But the moment you saw him…you had to scold yourself. 

And you scolded yourself over and over and over and over again, for years. 

Agent Clint Barton was first and foremost your teammate. You could only trust one another to the extent that the other did. Same with the rest of your team. 

Without trust, there would be no foundation for anything. 

And he trusted you. That much was clear. 

Afterwards, you, Clint and the rest of your team became friends and before long, you were a unit. A family. 

Each and every one of you knew the other like the back of your hands, except…Clint felt like he was missing something with you. 

He knew you were keeping something from him. And sometimes it felt like the rest of the team were trying to keep your secret, too.

Though, you knew that the rest of the team didn’t know for certain about your feelings towards Clint. They knew you but when it came to your love life, you were the only one none of them could figure out. Your cards were kept firmly against your chest. 

One evening, Willa (one of your teammates) spotted you in a small cafe getting a drink with a guy and when she saw you Monday morning, she instantly asked you about him. The whole team was there. Were you about to reveal that you have a secret boyfriend this whole time? Perhaps he was your husband and you had 4 kids and secretly owned a private school in Nebraska?

But, no. 

“He was just a guy and we had a good time but I don’t think I’m gonna see him again.”

“Why not?” Clint asked you. 

“Because the day after I saw him in the park with his girlfriend and their dog.” 

“Ooh,”

“I’m sorry, honey.” Willa frowned. 

“It’s okay.” 

For the next couple of months, you went on more dates. Some were set up by Willa and Jerry (another teammate) and the rest by online sites. And, some were more successful than others but in the end, none of them gave you that feeling that you had when you first met Clint. That kind of feeling, the moment you dropped your bag and closed your front door had you nodding your head and accepting, “Yep, this is it.” as you realised, somehow, miraculously, you’d managed to have a loving crush on someone. But it wouldn’t matter, because he is your teammate. 

And, after two years of trying to get rid of your feelings for him, or at least, trying to accept them and move on with your life, Clint sent your heart spirally and fell even harder when yourself, Willa, Jerry, Una and Clint were all sent on a mission together. 

It was an extraction. 

The host of the gala was a multi-millionaire and would be auctioning off his prized possessions in a secret auction. The gala was simply a front. After all, why would more than three dozen highly wealthy people all come to the same country for “a holiday”. 

His prized possessions included a hard-drive that opened the buyer to a world of information surrounding offshore accounts that were used to help free-lance agents that still had ties to any and all government organisations. 

Shield included. 

Only, after the initial smooth sailing, things took a turn. 

“It’s not here.”

From the other side of the bar, your eyes met with Clint’s and you spoke into your drink as you lifted it to your lips. “What do you mean it’s not there?”

“I mean it’s not here.” Jerry told you down comms. “The harddrive. It’s not in this room.”

“Then where could it- oh no.”

“Oh no? What oh no?” Clint asked. 

Willa turned her back to the column. “It’s in his jacket.”

“What do you mean it’s in his jacket?”

“Ten O’clock.”

Low and behold, there the host stood, the silver USB stick in his hand, smiling as he waved it around three other potential buyers. 

One of them went to touch it and the host pocketed it before he could, smiling before removing his jacket and handing it to his butler beside him who folded it up and began to walk away with it. 

“Where’s he taking it?”

Willa lip-read what she could from the conversation. 

“His bedroom.”

“His bedroom is heavily guarded.” 

“You don’t say.”

“Guys, what are we going to do? We need that hard drive.” Jerry’s voice rang through.

“Someone needs to get his attention.” Willa replied. 

“How?” you asked. 

“I have an idea.”

Moments later, Clint was by your side. 

“What are you-”

“Just trust me. You can punch me later.”

You placed your hand in Clint’s as he led you to the dance floor and suddenly you were very aware of your own skin. It was an odd feeling. 

“Just do what I do. But backwards. And in heels.”

“Thanks, Fred. What exactly is your plan here?”

Clint’s eyes met yours. “He looks in your direction every 45 seconds. I’m going to give him an excuse to make his move.”

You yelped in shock as Clint pulled you flush against him, his hand flexing on your lower back. 

“Just trust me?”

You caught the sincere look in his eyes and all you could do was nod. 

It worked. 

Just as Clint was moving you around the dance floor, your mind going elsewhere, there came a tap onto Clint’s shoulder. 

“May I cut in?”

“Of course.”

Clint pressed a kiss to your cheek, quickly whispering in your ear. “Flirt. You look beautiful, by the way.”

You smiled and nodded as he walked away, letting your hands slip from his and into the host’s. And, after flirting for the length of a song, feeling his hands go lower down your back, your own hands stopping him, he finally walked you up the stairs and towards his bedroom. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got eyes on you.” Clint spoke down comms. 

You looked over your shoulder as you climbed the grand staircase with the host’s hand at your back, and you saw Clint to the left of the dance floor, watching you carefully. 

Once you found yourself with the host, alone, in his bedroom and the guards told to clear away and take their break for an hour or so, you made quick work in knocking him out, finding the jacket and removing the hard drive. 

Only, once you left and met Clint outside the bedroom door, a new to duty guard came around the corner. 

“Just follow me.” Clint took your hand in his as he pocketed the hard drive into his jacket. 

You only got half-way walking down the hall when the guard, who had peaked in on the host, came back out and shouted for you both to stop. 

Of course, you didn’t. 

You both ran instead. 

Then an alarm was pulled and every guard the host paid seemed to be after you and Clint. 

“What are you going to do?” Willa asked as Clint pressed something into her hand as he ran past her and out of the door.

“We’ll meet you back at the safe house.” Clint told Willa. “Just take the hard drive and get it to Jerry. Una, tell me you’ve got the van ready.”

“Ready. I’ll meet Willa and Jerry at the extraction point.”

“Good.”

And for the next ten minutes, you and Clint were running through the streets and back alleyways of the town, running in separate directions for a while before bumping into each other down a side-ally. 

Footsteps were coming closer and the sound of bullets were flying through the air. 

“They don’t know what they’re aiming at.” 

“But they’ll find us soon.”

“If we run out now, they’ll shoot at us.”

“So what do we do?”

“I don’t know.” you looked at him, breathless, before looking back down the alley. 

Then it hit Clint. 

“I have an idea but I need you to trust me. Like, really trust me.”

“Jesus Christ, Barton. Just get on with it.” you finally called out as he tried to prevent the inevitability of his plan - despite you not knowing what it was. 

The footsteps were drawing closer and for a moment they stopped, a light flashed down the alleyway and voice talked before the running continued.

But none of that registered in the moment because your brain was short-circuiting since Clint’s bright idea was to kiss you. 

His hands came to your face and he could feel your hands on his arms, ready to push him off and probably punch him. But you didn’t. And, rather than the kiss being stiff and awkward…it was unlike any other. 

One of his hands still remained by the side of your face when the light shone down the path but his other came down your body, sending goosebumps in their wake, before he pulled you against him and he stepped closer pressing you between him and the wall. 

Your own hands travelled up to his neck and pulled him closer but once the footsteps died away, the kiss slowly came to an end leaving you both breathless against one another. 

“I think it worked.” 

Clint nodded, swallowing hard, as he looked at you. 

How had he never noticed the reflection of the stars in your eyes before? 

“I think it did. Are you gonna punch me now?”

Clint watched as you paused for a moment. 

“Not right now. But if they come back, I might.”

“We better go?”

You nodded. “We better go.”

You had to push yourself along because you knew, if you didn’t, you’d kiss him again and he’d simply kissed you to avoid getting caught, right? There would be no dire consequences after that kiss. 

But all Clint could do was scold himself as you both made your way back to the safe house. How had he never noticed the stars in your eyes before? Or how, in the morning, the rays of the sun shone back just as bright? He also scolded himself from allowing himself to emotionally indulge in the kiss he shared with you. You are his teammate. And he knew himself. 

He couldn’t let his heart get involved, or else there would be dire consequences. 

Initially, things felt…awkward. But, after four years, it was just an old memory, right? And, yeah, sure, the memory would be revisited from time to time whether independently or shared…kinda. Mostly, this was when the team would have drinks one night and would be talking about love lives and first kisses and worst kisses. 

“Alright, alright, alright. I’ll give you that one.” Una said, swirling her bottle of beer. “But kissing to avoid something, that can't work, can it?”

“It can.” 

Your mouth spoke the words before your brain could stop you. 

“And how would you know?”

You caught Clint’s smirk as he looked down to his beer. 

“I just do.”

“Oh, really?”

“Come on, tell us!” Willa cried. 

You shook your head with a suppressed laugh. “I’ve said too much.”

“No, come on!”

“Maybe some other time.”

“No fair.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “You tell us about what happened with Derek and your ‘worldly knowledge’ and I’ll tell you my story.”

Willa narrowed her eyes at you, playfully. “You play a clever game.”

You just sat back and smiled.

But despite all of this, four years on, neither you or Clint had seemingly changed. But he still felt like you were hiding something from him. 

Except, he’d find out soon enough. And not in a way either of you hoped he would. 

This time, you’d been called in on your day off. 

“What’s going on?”

Clint turned around from the monitor and was at first taken aback from your clothing. Usually, you wore black pants and a black t-shirt to work or a work shirt or, if the situation called for it, sand coloured cargo trousers and a breathable t-shirt. Though, that was usually when having to attend a military base outside of cooler weather. 

Instead, you wore a cosy jumper and dungarees that had paint splatter all over them, including your white pumps and small freckles of pain on the baby hairs that had escaped their cover of the hair bandanna. 

Clint also spotted the remnants of nail polish in your cuticles and light paint on the side of your hands. 

“We’ve just got- have you been decorating?”

You looked over yourself. “Oh, yeah. Felt like a change. Anyway, what’s going on?”

“We’ve just got wind of a hostage situation. We can’t make verbal contact with the abductor but they did send this out.”

It was a note. 

And it was through that note that led you and Clint making an extraction which was initially successful until you did a final sweep afterwards only to be knocked out when you spotted a door had been left ajar and the lights turned off. 

Clint, after not hearing your reply, came in after you. 

And that was how you both ended up waking up inside some beat down old home that had probably been designed in the 40s. 

His voice was hazy, but you heard Clint call your name. You also tried your best to take in a breath but was only met with a damp stench and the feeling of your lungs crushing you into shock. 

“Take it easy, he hit you pretty hard.”

After a few minutes, you finally gained some normality in your lungs but the sting was still there. 

“What happened?”

“After he went all sleeper agent on you, I came in and found you unconscious. I was trying to wake you when he stuck something in my neck.”

“I see you got the peaceful option.” 

“Funny.”

“Where the hell are we?” you asked, trying your best to look around. 

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard any cars so I’m gonna take a guess and say we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Well, that narrows it down.”

“Did you see who took us?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

You and Clint snapped your heads to the open space in front of you both. 

Out from the shadows appeared the guy who you had seen just before his gun came across your head and your body hit the ground. 

The man walked from one side of the room, to the other, screwing in the light-bulbs beneath the lampshades causing both you and Clint to squint at the brightness. You’d both been submerged in darkness for quite some time. 

“My name is Jack. I know, how original. It was actually my mother’s father’s name. Named after my grandfather, grand ol’ Jack. Lived till he was 92. Always said the best way to survive was to always tell the truth. That lies weighed on the soul. And to have a small shot of whiskey before going to bed. Said that was good for the heart since it quietened the mind.”

“Really touching story,” you cut him off. “But why are we here?”

“Don’t you get it?”

You and Clint looked at one another. Had you both missed a part of this conversation? 

“I tried to save those people in the warehouse.” Jack told both of you as he straddled a chair. “People in this world need saving from themselves. People are dying younger than they ever did. And it’s because of all the lies. The lies they keep from their parents, and their children and themselves. It’s all crushing their soul. And I knew…” Jack smiled, wagging his finger. “I knew the moment I saw you down there that yours was being crushed the most.”

“Saw me?”

Jack stood from his chair. “I was in the corner office, on the top floor. It has an excellent view. Whoever has that office next will love it. The accents on the wall, ah magnificent.” Jack kissed his fingers before continuing. “But it gave me a good scope. I understand not everyone will…agree with my methods, per say.”

“No, because you took people hostage.” Clint pointed out. 

“I was trying to save them! And I was finally getting through to them until those SWAT guys pulled out my team.”

“Again, because you had taken them hostage. And now you’ve taken us hostage.”

“This world needs saving!” Jack yelled. “It needs saving from the lies people tell and the secrets they all hide.”

“Alright!” you yelled out before calming your voice. “Alright. So…the world needs saving? Jack, do you really think you’re saving it…by killing people? The hold-up down on 9th? That was you, right? Those people you let go-”

“They let their souls free. They told the truth.”

“So, if we-” you looked at Clint before turning back to Jack. “If we tell you the truth, will you let us go?”

“Yes.” 

For a moment, the feeling in the room got lighter. Maybe there was a way out after all. 

“But you’ll only lie. No, you…your secrets are too big to just give up freely. You…you’re a take em’ to the grave kinda gal. So, no. I won’t let you go. Not until I know that it’s the truth.”

“How will you know?”

Clint regretted asking the question. 

“Because she’ll be begging to tell me. You both will.”

Neither of you knew how much time had passed but the spots from the light were getting duller and bigger. 

“No, no. You can not sleep yet. You haven’t freed your soul.”

“Why do we have to free our souls?” you asked, the taste of blood coming to your mouth. “What if I don’t want to be saved? You said it yourself. I’d rather take mine to the grave.”

“Oh, but you don’t. Not really.” 

Jack had been circling you and Clint for a while, as if he were a hunter, teasing you - waiting for you to beg to be killed. 

“No, I can see it in your eyes. The eyes never lie.” 

Jack levelled himself though he wasn’t close enough to knock out. His hands gripped your thighs as he hummed, annoyance clear in his expression as he tried to figure out your secret. 

“Perhaps you killed someone? No, that isn’t it. Maybe you ran away? Have a secret family? No, that’s not it either. The eyes never lie to me. What is it? What are you not telling me? What are you not telling yourself?”

Clint called your name and Jack saw the slightest change in you. So slight, in fact, even you didn’t feel it. 

“It’s him. It had something to do with your team. No, teammate. It’s him and just him.”

Jack pushed against your thighs so he could stand up straight. Quickly, he made his way over to Clint and circled him. 

“What is it? What is it about you, huh? What has her secret got to do with you? Let's see if we can find out.”

You heard the snap of a switchblade as it opened and the fight for Jack to steady Clint but before he could make the first cut or slice, you cried out. 

“Stop! He doesn’t know! He- he doesn’t know. Please…just…just don’t hurt him. Please.”

Jack looked over to you and Clint’s name escaped your lips, both in pleading and question. 

“Oh…oh, this runs so much deeper than just a secret.”

You lowered your head for a moment. The pounding in your heart was only made harder by your own silent cries telling you to not say anything else. But there was a chance you’d both die, so why not tell him? Right? Maybe it would save your lives? Or would it only give Jack more ammunition to use? 

 “Doesn’t it?”

“Please…don’t.”

Jack knelt in front of you and gently touched your cheek before moving his hand down and grasping under your jaw, forcing your head up. 

“Tell me. Let me free your soul.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, your heart crushing your lungs inside your chest. 

“If you don’t tell me, I will only hurt him more. And you don’t want to hurt him. Tell me. Help me save both of you. Tell me. No, tell him.”

Jack moved your head, forcing you to look at Clint with tear stained cheeks. 

“I’m sorry, Clint. I’m so sorry.”

Your name came from Clint’s voice, barely above a whisper. 

“You can admit it,” Jack said your name. “You committed the most heinous act an agent such as yourself can do, didn’t you? You created a danger, not only for him, but yourself.”

Clint said your name again, trying to move his hands only to find them still shackled to his chair. 

“You fell in love.”

You took in a breath, the beating feeling in your chest, turning into a stabbing feeling against your lungs. Your head remained down as you squoze your eyes shut, more tears escaping from your lids, down your lashes and onto your lap. 

“Please…”

You didn’t even know if Jack could hear you, but you pleaded with him anyway. 

“We need to hear you say it.”

You remained silent but then-

“Say it!”

Jack’s hand came to your face and pushed you to look at him. 

“Say it! Say it!”

You continued to plead with him until he pushed you back further and you screamed out. 

“I fell in love! I fell in love! Please! Stop! No! Please! I-I fell in love! I fell in love with him! Please! I-I fell in love with him. I’m in love with him!”

Jack stopped and waited a moment before pulling you back so all four legs of the chair were on the ground and he finally removed his hand from your face. 

“And there it is.” 

He was smiling. The look and sound of fear in your body had pushed him further but the defeated look on your face…that couldn’t be bought. That had to be created, by his hands. 

Clint looked between Jack and you and he didn’t know what to be more worried about. What Jack could possibly do to you next, or the fact that even he knew you were telling the truth to Jack. 

You were in love with him.

But he didn’t have long to sit and think about it because flashing lights suddenly came from behind the thick fabric that covered the broken windows, blocking out the light of the day and night. 

“No! No!” Jack shouted. “I still need to save them!”

It all happened so quickly, Clint barely caught the fact that Willa had rushed inside, Una arresting Jack and detaining him. Willa rushed over to Clint as Jerry came over to you.

“How did you find us?” Clint asked Willa as Jerry came behind you and picked the locks of your handcuffs. 

“Are you okay?”

Jerry knew it was a stupid question, even when you didn’t answer him. 

“A dog walker called it in. Said they could hear someone yelling as if they were in pain. He also knew no one has lived in this house since 1982.”

As Willa picked Clint’s handcuffs, Jerry had managed to get you out of yours and without looking back, you darted for the door. 

“Wait, wait,” Una called after you. “We need to wait for the medics.”

“Can you take me to the hospital?”

Una looked you over. She could see the clear look in your eyes. You didn’t want to stay here for another second. 

“Don’t you want to wait for Clin-”

“Now?”

Una nodded, radioing into Willa who was standing behind Clint, letting Jerry finish unpicking the locks. 

“Sure, I’ll call ahead.”

“Thank you, Willa.”

Hoping into the passenger seat, you shut the door as Una climbed into the driver’s seat and took off down the road and to the local hospital. 

“What happened in there?” Una asked you as she flicked her eyes from the road to you and back again. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Even with your hand shaking, you pushed your fingers across your face to try and wipe away the tears. 

By the time you arrived at the hospital, you were taken to a separate room where Una stayed in the waiting room, filling out your forms. Your hands were too shaky to even hold a pen and you could just about remember your own name. 

The doctor ran multiple tests and pushed the small cuts together with closure slips. 

“You’re all good but I’d like you to remain here for a couple hours, just in case there’s any change.”

You nodded and quietly thanked the doctor as she left. 

There were patches of dirt on your hands, as well as blood and old tears where they washed away the stains. 

After an hour, Una came in only to leave a few minutes later since she was called back to base to interrogate Jack. And, as she left, you slowly lowered yourself down on the hospital bed and, despite the noise in your head, you fell asleep. 

A few hours later, a nurse came in and woke up. 

“You can go home now, honey. We’re gonna need this bed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” you tried to get up quickly but the nurse only laid a hand on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay, honey. Take your time. I read your chart, you took quite the hit. Your friend is waiting for you in the waiting room to take you home.”

You nodded, swinging your legs over the side. 

“Here. Take these for the headache.”

“Thank you.”

“No worries, honey.”

By the time you had grabbed your jacket and started walking down the hallway, you stalled when you saw who the nurse was talking about. 

If you had the energy, you probably would have run in the opposite direction. But you didn’t. You were tired and if the nurse hadn’t woken you, you probably would have slept for the next 24 hours. 

“Una was gonna come but I fought her for it.” Clint tried to smile but he could see your’s was just forced. 

“Look, what happened-”

“Clint, please…I– I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to go home.”

“Okay.”

The drive back was silent and awkward and by the time he pulled up, you looked at him for as long as you could stomach (which wasn’t long) before opening up the door and thanking him. 

And, the moment you pushed your key inside your door, you thought you were safe. That everything was finished for the day and you could deal with it tomorrow. 

But Clint got out of the car and called your name. 

“Wait!”

He took the porch steps two at a time and when he finally reached you, you forced yourself to look at him. 

“I need to say something.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Clint.”

“But I want to.”

“Please…I’d…I just want to forget what happened today. Please…I can’t do it again.”

“I know you’re scared and watching what he was doing to you…I was scared, too. I am. I am scared.”

“Clint,” you could see the look in his eyes and you shook your head. “No. Don’t. Don’t say anything you’re gonna regret.”

“The only thing I regret is not telling you earlier.” Clint told you. “Then maybe none of this would have happened.”

“Clint-”

“I-”

“Please.” 

Your hand flew to his chest and he stopped talking. “Please. Whatever you’re about to say…please wait. Wait for the right time.”

Finally, you looked at him and his hands came to the top of your arms, stroking downwards before holding you close. 

“Please…just wait.”

“Okay.”

That was all he said before kissing your head and saying it again. 

“Okay. I’ll wait.”

By the time you woke up in the morning, your mind had stilled and before it could get loud again, you started painting again. All of your furniture was covered and two out of the 6 walls you had planned to paint had been cleaned, stripped, sanded, coated and painted. 

And, just as you started on the third, a knock came to your door. 

“I just want to help.” Clint told you. “And, let’s be honest, last time you tried decorating this place on your own, you nearly knocked yourself out with paint cleaner.”

You, for the first time in the last 48 hours, smiled. 

“You can take the kitchen. There should be some new cupboards to keep you company.”

“You’re finally changing them?” Clint asked, entering the kitchen, his tool belt around his hips. 

“I am. Picked them out last week.”

“Thank god.” he said. “I hated the last ones.”

“Same.”

The rest of the day ran smoothly enough, despite what the last couple of days had revealed. Clint informed you that you and him both had the next two weeks off before either of you could go back into the field. He also helped fix the kitchen cabinets to the wall as well as install your new oven. You could have done it on your own, but having someone else there made it easier. Clint also helped you move around the heavier furniture and, when fixing the wiring to the lightbulb, he held the ladder steady under you so you wouldn’t fall. 

And for the following two days, neither of you mentioned anything about what happened with Jack. It was like nothing had ever happened in the first place. 

Until Clint decided he couldn’t wait anymore. 

It was easier, before the kiss, to shut off his feelings for you; that worry, that concern, that joy that exceeded more than just the smile of friendship. But after, they became much more clear. He saw the stars in your eyes and the light in your smile. He was more than just amazed at your talents of being an agent. Of course, those who joined Shield all had similar talents, but there was just something more about you. More to be figured out, more to learn, more to be desired and most of all, more to be loved. 

He couldn’t wait any longer. 

Sure, he’d been called stubborn before but now he was impatient. He’d let time slip by for six years and in that time there had been moments where he wanted to call out from the top of buildings that his feelings for you were more than that of a friend, of a teammate. But he couldn’t. 

There was always a mission or a job to be done or a date that got in the way. And now, there had been a raging lunatic that, if Willa and the rest of the team hadn’t landed when they did, could have killed you. He’d set your soul free, you’d been able to tell your secret. What was to stop him from not letting the rest of you go? What was stopping him from shooting you where you sat or using your life against his? 

Nothing. 

Because Clint couldn’t free himself. He couldn’t free himself from his chair or the shackles that kept him there. No matter how many times he called out your name or shouted for Jack to stop, he couldn’t free himself. He couldn’t get there. He couldn’t stop Jack from doing whatever he wanted to the women he fell in love with all those years ago. 

But he could do something now. 

So, as you stood beside him in the kitchen measuring out a plank of wood to fit on the wall above your stove, Clint looked at you and finally told you what he’d been wanting to tell you for years and what he was about to tell you two days ago before you begged him to wait, you not fully knowing whether he was going to reject you or tell you that he loved you. 

“I’m in love with you.”

Whatever you had been saying about the plank of wood and how you needed to get some more sandpaper from Home Depot quickly came to a stop as you stumbled over your words and looked at him. 

“What?”

“I’m in love with you.” Clint repeated. 

“No, Clint. Don’t-”

“I’m not just saying it because of what happened.” Clint assured you. “I should have told you years ago but I kept making excuses. But, after what happened, I don’t want to be able to find an excuse. I nearly lost you because I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m not losing you again. I’m in love with you.”

You were stunned to say the least. 

“I know, two days ago, you told me to wait. I was going to tell you when I got to the hospital but they told me you’d just fallen asleep. And then you told me to wait when I dropped you off and maybe I should, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to miss a chance to tell you again.”

Again, you were stunned into silence. 

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m dizzy.” 

That was all you could say. All the information and realisation of every action made in the last six years all hit you at once. 

Swiftly, Clint pulled out one of the bar stools and you sat down holding your head. 

“You’re in love with me?”

“I’m in love with you.” Clint repeated. 

“You’re in love…with me? Me? The woman sat in front of you? Me?”

“Yes. I am in love with you.”

“Have you inhaled paint cleaner?”

Clint chuckled and pulled out a chair himself, sitting with his knees locked into yours before he took your hands in his. 

He stated your full name, “I am in love with you. And have been for the last six years.” Clint also stated your birthdate, star sign, address and badge number. “Does that clear it up?”

Your heart was beating in your chest so fast you thought it might actually explode. 

“Clint, I…I need to know you’re not just saying this because of what happened.”

Clint gave a small nod. “I have an idea but I’m gonna need you to trust me. Like, really trust me.”

You nodded and a moment later, Clint’s hands had moved from yours to your face, cupping your cheeks before pulling you in for a kiss. 

It was gentle and loving and unlike any other kiss you had experienced before. Other guys had taken what they wanted, forced the kind of kiss they wanted out of you. But not Clint. 

Somehow, he conveyed every emotion he could into the kiss and you couldn’t help but feel your mind wander back to your first kiss, down the side alleyway. That felt real. You had to convince yourself it was fake but this, and that, was real. 

It was all real. 

For a moment, you felt Clint smile into the kiss as your hands gripped at the collar of his checked shirt to pull him closer. A smile which you returned. 

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you, too.”

Clint smiled and kissed you again, and again, and again. 

Despite everything that had happened, and everything that you had previously thought, you had come to realise that maybe it wasn’t so bad to learn to love and accept love in return. And in the years that passed, despite the dangers the job put you both in, it was nice to come home and be greeted with a familiar face and a warm embrace and to have a family you could both call your own. 

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[pics-and-fanfics]

Hii! Umm maybe Loki or Bucky realising they love us? Like one moment they're doing smth normal and they look at us and go "i wanna spend the rest of my life with them" kinda situation.....i just think it's cute

Keep up the great work!! We love you♥️

Mundane

Pairing: Bucky x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff (finally), tooth rotting fluff, thats bout it. Its just fluff. Pure fluff, 100%, just came from the fluff clouds.

Summary: read the ask, it summarizes pretty good!

A/n: Im so sorry this took so long but I hope i did it justice! ❤️ thank you for the ask (and patience) @goddessofwonderland

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Bucky smiled, looking up and seeing you folding your clothes, getting distracted every few minutes by the movie playing on the TV. It was so cute, the way you kept quickly glancing at the TV, making sure you didn’t miss anything.

He quietly grabbed one of your shirts, folding it for you. He saw the way you looked at him, and he smiled again, handing you the shirt as he grabbed another shirt, folding it for you.

The smile on your face grew, and he couldn’t help but blush, glad he was the one who put the smile on your face, even if it was by doing something mundane with you.

❤️

Bucky watched as you ate your noodles, sitting next to him.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He blushed, looking back at his plate. He never wanted a day to go by where he didn’t hear your voice.

“I'm serious, Buck! Is there something on my face?”

“No, kitten. You’re fine.”

“Buck, I swear to God-”

He laughed, seeing your face turn red.

“I promise. There’s nothing on your face except too much beauty.” Your face reddened further, and Bucky smiled, pressing a kiss to your nose.

❤️

Bucky watched as you flipped the page of your book, and he smiled, turning back to the TV. You were cuddled against his chest, a blanket tangled around your feet.

A few minutes later when Bucky looked back down at you, you were asleep, and your head had fallen onto his lap. He smiles, slowly running his fingers through your hair.

He loved you so much-

The realization sinks in as he stops breathing for a second and his heart stops then beats twice as fast in his chest.

He loved you. He never wanted a day to go by where he didn’t see your face or hear your voice or smell your perfume. He wanted to wake up next to you in the mornings and wake you up with soft kisses.

He wanted to fall asleep next to you and send you off to sleep by reading to you. He wanted to do every mundane task with you, no matter how boring, because it meant more time with you, which was never boring.

He never wanted to see you leave him. He never wanted to be away from you.

Bucky looked down when he heard you hum, eyes opening slightly.

“Why’d you stop?” Your voice was groggy, and he chuckled.

“Sorry kitten, I was thinking. Just go back to sleep.”

You hummed again, sitting up and nuzzling under his arm before going back to sleep, tiny snores coming out of your mouth.

He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. And he’d do anything to let you know that.

❤️

Again, I’m sorry this took so long, but thank you so much for being so patient! I hope I did this justice!

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[graceloveswolves]

“ok great! i was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers type of one w it would be like to date him type that’s more male partner aimed?” Requested by @ddspam

Dating Steve Rogers Would Include…. (Steve Rogers x Male partner)

- Steve not caring what anyone thought about his sexuality

- He was bullied a lot regardless growing up, and he was always true to his character

- so naturally he wouldn’t shy from hiding his preference even in the 40s when it wasn’t widely accepted

- and you can bet that he would stand up for anyone else that was gay if he saw them being mistreated

- he does not like bullies

- however he still gets nervous when approaching you for the first time

- he makes sure you were also into guys before even trying to make a move on you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable

- holding doors open for you

- definitely see him as more of a dom/top he gives off that energy

- man lives for cuddling, especially spooning

- he is usually the big spoon

- not being shy of PDA at all usually having his hand on you majority of the time if not holding hands

- he’s a very compromising person, if there was ever a disagreement/argument he’d want to hear you out and then find a way to meet in the middle

- he would NOT let any mission get in between his relationship with you

- he’s very respectful of your beliefs and feelings

- loves to talk to you about each other

- or just to talk in general he loves connecting with you

- probably a lot of star spangled man with a plan jokes

- watching old clips of him beating up “Hitler”

- Steve letting you throw his shield

- Steve giving you tips and tricks on how to throw his shield

- he’d plan cute little dates with a nice cooked meal and roses

- with music playing the the background and slow dancing in the kitchen

- leaving little love notes by the bathroom/bedroom mirror for you to wake up to if he leaves before you

- or casual “how did I end up with the most handsome guy in th world” note posted on the mirror just so you don’t doubt yourself

- when you guys are home he has an old radio from his days that plays soft music around the house when you guys are just relaxing

- he will help you with anything that you need or even don’t need help with

- handyman type boyfriend, door creaking? Fixed. Want an extended bathroom? On it. He’s very helpful making your home just the way you two want it.

- he is also very proactive, making sure the house is clean and in decent shape if he’s not out avenging

- most definitely has a few wonderful art pieces representing of LGBTQ+ hung up in his house

- he is very much your defender and will defend you from something as little as a spider to as big as the hulk

- king of consent

- even after you say yes he asks just to make sure and never wants you to feel pressured

- taking you out to eat anywhere you want/to do anything you want when he’s not avenging

- “That’s americas ass” turned into “that’s your ass”

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[awhhhflush]

mam’selle - james buchanan barnes

forties!bucky x waitress!reader inspired by frank sinatra’s “mam’selle”

warnings: MAJOR FLUFF, use of the nicknames ‘’sweetheart’’ ‘’sugar’’ and ‘’mam’selle’’, flirty but shy bucky!! and bulky bucky and steve

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Holding back a wince, you hummed under your breath. “’m sorry, sir, but I just can’t serve ya our breakfast options at this time o’ day,” a thick southern accent weaving through your words. The man grumbled, before settling on the tomato soup. “Now sir, that I can serve ya!” You grinned enthusiastically, just glad he hadn’t gotten mad at you for doing your job, which was all too familiar to you. You spun on your heel, flats clicking on the floor as you made your way toward the kitchen. “Martha!” you called, watching as her unruly hair and scrunched up face turned to you. “Yeah, hon?” She replied, tucking her cloth into her apron. “The man on table 8 would like the garden tomato soup, please,” you told her, sticking the paper slip through the pin on the counter. “10 minutes, top, hon,” she smiled, before the sound of slicing could be heard once more. You turned to the rest of the customers, smiling contently as everybody either sat waiting for their food, or had already been served it and were digging in happily. You were only a few tables short of a full house, and in contrast to the hustle and bustle outside, the café was surprisingly calm.

Breaking your peaceful daze, the bell that hung above the door rang shrilly. Your head snapped toward a sight you would have never expected to see. Not just one, but two of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on stepped into the café. Your mouth hung agape for a moment, before they started to make their way to a booth in the far end of the building. You waited for a moment, as to not seem too keen, before walking to their table, clutching your notebook nervously. Never had you been so flustered, let alone by customers, and you tried your absolute best to pull yourself together and be professional. Your eyes fluttered shut for a short moment as you drew in a sharp breath, before you were at the side of their table. Clearing your throat, you greeted them. “Hey, boys! What can I do for ya’ today?” You grinned, only just keeping your voice from shaking as their eyes bore into you.

The first man, slightly smaller than his companion, smiled at you sweetly. His hair was blonde, and he looked as if he had spent a day by the beach - his skin gleamed as if he were under the summer’s sun, and his eyes shone a bright blue hue. You turned to his friend, and if you thought the first man had been gorgeous, then you certainly had another thing coming for you. The second man was somehow even more attractive than the first, and you felt as if all the air in your lungs had vanished. He, too, simply stared at you, although you couldn’t quite tell if time had merely slowed to a halt. Much like his friend, the man’s body was perfectly sculpted, like the mythological Gods your father had told you tales about as a child. His muscles were visible, even through his tightly fitted shirt, and his shoulders were impossibly broad. You had started to wonder how he had even fit through the door. His eyes were an amazing shade of blue, specks of green complimenting his irises. His eyes sparkled, like wine does.

“Hi, sugar,” and with those two words you felt as though your knees would betray you. The second man, whose hair was a dark shade of brown, began to flick through the menu, his eyes barely leaving you before he hummed in satisfaction. “I think I’ll have the blueberry pancakes please, and a black coffee.” He said, smiling at you once more. Before you could even think about it, you nodded a quick ‘yes’ and scribbled the order down in your notepad. Your turned to the first man, internally cursing yourself, before smiling expectantly at him. “I’ll have the poached egg ‘n’ bacon, if that’s alright,” he murmured, shyly, flashing a small grin at you. “Is that all, gentlemen?” you asked politely. “Think so, for now, sugar,” The dark haired man replied, your blood rushing to your cheeks. Once again, you internally cursed yourself. What was wrong with you? You didn’t even know the guy! “Comin’ right up,” you confirmed, scrambling away to tell Martha the bad news.

“Martha!” You yelled through gritted teeth, slamming the order down in front of her. You scowled in self-annoyance, eyeing her down as she scanned the order. “Y/N, we don’t serve breakfast after 10-” She went to sigh, but you grabbed her by the apron and dragged her with you until the both of you were peering at the far booth where the two gorgeous studs sat. “Oh my,” She trailed off, whipping back into the kitchen. Following her, you yelped, “How am I to say no to them?!” Then, you began to plead. “Martha, please, for me, make ‘em their breakfast, just this once,” You cupped her face in your hands, staring sweetly into her eyes and pouting. Finally she sighed, smirking lightly as you squealed in relief. “Martha, darlin’, you won’t regret it!” You thanked her, lurching forward to embrace her. “My, my, Y/N, you sure are smitten,” she chuckled warmly, before asking which one you liked with a raised eyebrow and childish smirk. “I don’t.. I don’t...” you hummed, before a smile cracked your almost convincing facade. “Fine!” you squeaked as she prodded your sides. “The dark haired guy,” you sighed with a dreamy look in your eye. As Martha filtered the coffee into a spotted mug, she giggled alongside you. “Go, take this to them,” she said as she handed you the coffee. “Thank you, Martha, thank you.” you whispered giddily. 

Coffee in your hands, heart in your throat, blood in your cheeks, you shuffled toward the table. You set the drink down, steam rising slowly from the cup in curls. “Here you go, sir,” you grinned, casually placing one hand on their table to steady yourself. He smiled back at you warmly, eyes staring right into yours, weakening your legs again. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he beamed. Sweetheart, you gushed internally. “No problem, mister,” you responded, fiddling with the fabric of your apron. “Can I get you anything else?” You asked, stare fixed upon the dark-haired man, until the blonde spoke up. Your eyes flitted to him as he stuttered, “Could I maybe get an iced tea, please?” You chuckled sweetly in response to his request, and the brunette’s shiver went unnoticed by you as the sound of your laugh made his hairs rise on the back of his neck. The smile he held never left his face, and the blonde eyed him amusedly, unbeknownst to you. “Of course darlin’,” you soothed, almost charmed by the smaller man’s sheepish nature. Your gaze snapped back to the brunette, whose eyes had never left your frame. As your eyes met his, an embarrassed cough erupted from his chest. You raised your brows at the sharp sound, offering the man a napkin. He quickly declined, too shaken by your warm hand on his shoulder. You too noticed the placement of your hand, speedily withdrawing it before smoothing your skirt. “Your food should be ready soon,” You affirmed, quickly turning and rushing back to the kitchen.

You groaned as you entered, wiping your hands over your face in shame and embarrassment. “What now?” Martha urged expectantly. “This is hell!” you cried, covering your eyes and shaking your head. “Hon, you may never even see them again.” She tried to comfort you, fingers smoothing over your shoulders. When you uncovered your face, Martha couldn’t help but snigger at the hot-red hue of your cheeks. You frowned at her suggestion. “’wanna see him again, though,” you mumbled softly. “What will be, will be,” Martha hummed in response. You let your eyes close hopelessly at her suggestion. She tapped your head, gazing down at you smugly as you opened your eyes to look at her. “Their food is ready, and you can’t just sit in here all day, or they’ll starve, You don’t want your man to starve, do you now?” She mocked. You pushed her hand from your scalp, huffing. “You’re mean,” you moaned, pouting. “Hon, lets not forget that you begged me to make these,” Martha reminded you. “Fine.”

As you placed both plates before the men and polite ‘thank you’s slipped from their lips, the brunette’s eyes were fixed on you despite the delicious smell flooding his senses. The pancakes may have smelled heavenly, but he didn’t care for them as long as you were there. He knew it was stupid, to crush on a waitress he had never met, but you were gorgeous. Your voice was soft and warm, and he adored your accent. Your laugh sounded like a symphony of violins. His heart, for whatever reason, yearned for you, and he was confused by this. He was usually flirtatious, yes, but he had never truly felt drawn to somebody like he had to you. To make matters worse, he couldn’t seem to flirt with you how he did with others. He wasn’t sure how he would win your endearment. Little did he know, he already had. 

Whilst the man gazed at you, wishing he could make you his, your thoughts mirrored the ones racing through his mind. Usually, men took a fancy to you. You hated to sound self-absorbed, but it was simple fact. However, this man had only called you common nicknames, nicknames familiar to you as a local waitress, nicknames that he likely called hundreds of other swooning women. Little did you know, he never typically used pet names for other ladies. It didn’t usually come natural to him, not when most girls had little to no meaning. He wasn’t a bad man, he took care of ladies and showed them a good time, kept them happy whilst they were with him, but most of his encounters were purely flings, mutually. He knew that the women he usually met were looking for nothing more than an exciting week, but you? How could he know what you wanted from somebody like him? The answer was plain and simple: he couldn’t. Unless...

“How would you like to go to dinner with me some day,” He asked boldly, his voice nearly quivering with unfamiliar anxiety. He glanced at your name tag, before adding, “Y/N?” Both yours and the blonde’s eyes snapped up to stare at him, the blonde’s eyes flooded with a look of knowing awe; yours filled with a look of utter shock. You turned briskly to meet Martha’s gaze, who was peeking for behind the kitchen door, smirking at you excitedly. “I- um, yeah.” You babbled, completely dumbfounded by the quick turn of events. “Yeah?” the man chuckled, flashing a kind smile at you. “Yeah.” you affirmed. The two of you just stared at each other with starry eyes, before you realised that you didn’t even know his name. “What, um, what’s you’re name?” you asked awkwardly, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The man reached for your hand, his calloused palm smoothing over yours. He pressed a light kiss to the back of your hand, before he spoke. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes, mam’selle.”

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[littlemissaddict]

Christmas Lights - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: A little accident involving Christmas lights leads to Bucky meeting reader for the first time.

Word Count: 956

A/n: Day 8 and I’ve already run out of pre written fics, hopefully I can get my act together and not fall behind.

Normally when he was out and about Bucky kept his head down, a habit from when he was technically on the run from multiple governments trying to avoid getting caught and well some habits die hard. Though today his gaze was focused on the girl atop a pair of ladders attempting to put up some Christmas lights along the front of a bakery by herself.

He wasn’t sure if it was his many years protecting Steve, his years in the army, as the winter soldier or even his short time as an avenger that meant he was able to sense danger before it happened but one look at her on the unstable ladder with no one around to watch out for her, it screamed danger to him. Yet there were plenty of people walking around her as if nothing was wrong.

Minutes later he was glad he was keeping an eye on her as one false step had the ladder tipping one way and her the other. He was also very thankful for his super soldier reactions as he was there with arms outstretched in seconds to catch her before she hit the floor.

It took her a few moments to realise that she’d stopped falling but hadn’t hit the ground before she opened her eyes that she’d squeezed shut the moment she’d felt herself falling. Blinking rapidly to focus her eyes again she finds herself staring up into a very concerned pair of blue eyes, blue eyes so pretty that made her wonder if she had actually hit her head and died.

“Are you okay?” she heard him ask, his voice rough but kind that had her relaxing into his arms.

“Um a little shaken but unharmed thanks to you” she says in a shaky voice, unable to tear her gaze away from his eyes.

“I’m going to put you down now” he says slowly and she nods in response feeling her cheeks heat at not suggesting he do it sooner. Placing her feet on the floor, he waited until he was sure that she was steady and her legs wouldn’t give way before he released his hold on her, “So what made you attempt this by yourself?” he asked, his head tilting as he gestured to the fallen ladder.

She smiles softly, dropping her gaze as the sheepish feeling washes over her. “I didn’t want to put any of my staff at risk of falling” she mumbles, chancing a glance up at him to see his eyes have not left her but his brow is now furrowed.

“But you willingly put yourself at risk of falling without anyone to keep an eye on you” he asks, confusion written across his face and his worries only deepen when she shrugs as if it’s nothing. “Okay there’s no way I can let you finish putting them up by yourself” he sighs, feeling slightly as though he’s back with Steve pre super serum and trying to protect him from doing something stupid.

Eyes widening at his suggestion as she shakes her head rapidly, “No no no I can’t ask you to do that, I can’t let you risk falling” she says, this time it’s concern written all over her face instead of his.

“Doll you didn’t ask, I offered and there’s less risk of me getting hurt than you trust me” he smiles, already reaching down to pick up the fallen ladder before she has a chance to say anything.

All she can do is watch as he climbs the ladder, his hands deftly working against the string lights as he attaches them above the bakery sign. He makes it look easy, like it’s taken him very little effort which is in complete contrast to how she was managing and in next to no time he’s attached the last bit and is climbing back down the ladder.

“Well you’re all set to go but when it comes to taking them down please have someone help” he urges, knowing that he was in the right place today to save her but if he hadn’t she’d have been hurt and he didn’t want that.

“I will, don’t worry and thank you for your help. I really appreciate it” she smiles, trying to think of a way that she can thank him other than just words because after all he’s done for her today it really doesn’t feel like enough. “Wait here I’ll be right back” she says quickly, not giving him any time to respond before she’s dashing into the shop.

Glancing through the window Bucky can see her fussing about behind the counter and he thinks he has an idea of what she’s doing and he can’t help but shake his head because it really wasn’t necessary. A minute or two later she’s ducking out the door, a cake box in her hand as she makes her way back over to him.

“I didn’t know what you’d like best so there’s a few of the favourites in there just as a thank you for saving me and for putting up the lights” she says, her arm outstretched as she waits for him to take it but upon sensing his hesitancy she steps forward and places the box in his hands. “I’m serious and I’ve put my number on there just in case you need a refill on sweet treats” she smiles, not quite meeting his gaze as her cheeks flush, not normally one for being so forward.

Thanking her for the treats, she waves goodbye as he makes his way back along the way he came knowing that the others are going to get a kick out of hearing why he came home with a box of pastries.

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[wxckedwxrld]

Oneshots

➪𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚’𝒔

➪𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

➪𝑳𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓:𝑺𝑽𝑼

➪𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍

➪𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒔

➪𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔

➪𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆

➪𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒔

➪𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

➪𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍

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[alivemaybenot]

Hiiiii! I am Evelyn Rose Brown, an eighteen years old girl who writes for fun and escaping the real life. I write fanfics as well as original stories and there's gonna be a lot of them on here. I'm in many fandoms but most of them aren't famous but the ones that are would be Marvel, Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments (I still have to read the other series' books), and many that I can't think right now! So if you want any requests well you can always drop a message :)

Thank you <3

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[isolatedlight]

first dance songs + Tom Holland

Your first dance with Tom...

he would be so set on making it special

he would go as far as to have it be just a you two and the photographer/videographer moment

he would want so badly to help you plan the wedding but i mean his schedule is ridiculous so he would seriously struggle

you would give him little 'easy' things to work on when he had time and when you tasked him to come up with your first dance song he would be in a panic

it would take weeks, and ti would make his so stressed out

he would eventually come up with two songs: one for the wedding party and one for just before you leave the venue at the end of the night

For the wedding party:

He would choose a classic, soft song that everyone would love to see. He would select something like Queen's Love of My Life - capturing his love and patience with you. He would be in tears almost when he was choosing it, nodding his head the entire time. This is the sing he wants to dance with you to, in front of their family and friends. It puts your love out on display but not in an obnoxious way.

For after the party:

He would choose something close to your heart, and extra slow. Ed Sheeran's This - something that will relax you from your exciting night and get you ready for your life together. A song that you didn't need to dance to if you really didn't want to, but still told you just how in love with you he truly is.

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[happyimagines]

Spider-Man: Peter/Reader

Words: 1.2K

I hope you like it! (Also, we are accepting Spider-Man requests!)

An undignified squeak left my mouth as arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to the side. As they did, a basketball flew past my head, just missing me. The arms around my waist tightened as Peter kissed my cheek. Somewhere down the hall, someone yelled an apology.

“How did you know…?” I trailed off and turned to look at Peter. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Just did,” He shrugged his shoulders. “I need to get my stuff from my locker.”

I followed him as he went to his locker and opened it. As he did, I leaned against the locker next to his.

“Have you looked at the history homework yet?” I asked as everyone else began making their way out of the building as school ended. Peter closed his door to look at me with raised eyebrows only having been assigned it.

“What? I had history before you, and I managed to finish everything but the last two questions. If you help me with the final questions, I’ll give you the answers to the rest.” I sang.

Peter gasped and put a hand to his chest, feigning shock.

“(Y/N), are you suggesting that we cheat?” He asked before smiling.

“Isn’t that why we’re dating? I’m smart, you’re smart. I’m pretty, you’re pretty.” I counted the reason on my fingers and held out my hand.

“Well, when you put it like that,” Peter linked his fingers with mine. Even with holding hands, my heart fluttered.

Peter and I had been dating for a few months. Before dating, we had been friends since we were learning how to walk. Our dating however was … unusual. Especially as sometimes Peter would disappear and then show up with a bruise on his face. There was no way for him to hide it aside from saying it was a skateboard accident or clumsiness.

“Do you want to come over to do it?” Peter asked as we walked towards the subway. The two of us lived a ride away from school but took different trains to get home. “You can stay for dinner. However, if May starts making meatloaf,”

“Family emergency.” I answered with a laugh. “I’ll even make it seem like you have to take me home and we can get fries and shakes.”

“You know me so well,” Peter dropped my hand to wrap his arms around my waist.

Before I could wrap my arms around his neck, I heard sirens from both a fire truck and police cars. All drove past peter and I.

“I have to go,” Peter told me pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“What?”

Peter dropped his arms from my waist and turned to the alley we had walked past. Confused, I followed behind as he ran into it. He pulled off his shirt and I froze at what was underneath it. Instead of seeing his bare chest, I saw a suit of red and blue with a spider emblem on his chest. My jaw dropped as I stared at him.

“You’re- oh my god!” I watched as he began climbing the wall using nothing but his hands and feet.

“(Y/N! Go home! I’ll find you later!”

I watched as he climbed to the top of the building and threw a web. It caught on a pole allowing him to swing away.

Eventually, I found myself in my apartment sitting at my desk. My mind kept wandering away from the past wars I was reading about from my book to what I had witnessed today. On the news there was an apartment that had caught fire, the cause was unknown but most likely due to some fault wiring. Spider-Man, New York’s hero had managed to save the citizens that weren’t able to get out.

There was a knock at my window causing me to jump. Outside, the sky had grown dark and there was nothing visible from my desk. I stood and walked over to the window where a face appeared causing me to scream. I tripped over my feet and landed on the floor, my back against it.

The figure opened the window and I realised it was Spider-Man. Or rather, Peter. There was a knock on my bedroom door and we both looked at it.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” My mother asked from the other side of the door.

‘Yeah! A bird hit the window, it scared me.” I shot a look at Peter and the footsteps at my door receded.

“I am so sorry,” Peter pulled off his mask and held out his hands. I took them and let him pull me to my feet with ease. We stood in silence, waiting for the other to start speaking.

“So,” Peter ran a hand through his hair causing it to stand on all ends as if it wasn’t messy from his mask. “I’m assuming you have questions.”

“Yeah,” I nodded and walked past Peter to my desk. I moved my papers until I found the one I was looking for. I turned and held it up making Peter laugh.

“You wrote your questions?”

“You left me in an alley.” I sat on my bed, crossing my legs so there was space for Peter. I sighed and looked at Peter.

“Okay, what questions do you have?”

“How did you become Spider-Man?” I asked.

“I was at Oscorp, and a spider bit me. I woke up with these powers, but I have to make my own web-shooters.”

I nodded and put the paper down. “When did this happen?”

Peter looked past me at my desk where I had taped a photo of the two of us. The two of us were sitting at May’s table in her dining room and had bowls of ice cream in front of us. We were laughing at ice cream on Peter’s face. It was also the day that the two of us became a couple.

“Before.” Peter said returning his gaze to me. “I wanted to tell you for long. I should’ve told you earlier. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey,” I leaned forwards so I was on my knees in front of Peter. I cupped his face. “I get it, it’s a huge secret!”

Peter put his arms around my waist.

“You’re not mad?” He asked, his eyes big as he watched my face.

“No! I’m not mad! I do have questions still.” I sat back, and Peter kept his arms around my waist keeping me close to him. I grabbed my list and looked at the questions.

“Okay, so is this why you stopped wearing your glasses? I know you wore contacts, but I noticed that you stopped wearing them because your eyes are getting less irrita- what? I can ask you these later if you want.”

“No, it’s fine.” Peter leaned forwards and kissed me softly. I smiled against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.  Peter pulled away and his nose brushed against mine. “And yes, that is why I stopped wearing glasses. What’s next?” Peter unwrapped his arms and plucked the paper from my hands. He leaned back trying to keep the papers from my reach, a laugh on his lips.

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Everything to me

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Prompt 23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” +  28. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x (they/them) reader

Type : angst + fluff

Word count : 2k

have a great day/night!! <3

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Sam asked, looking over in concern. When he had first mentioned it, he had been all up for it and now he didn’t want to go. “I’m sure.” Bucky grumbled, downing the rest of the whisky he had in his glass, internally cursing at the serum in him. Sam sighed, sitting next to him. “You know they’re coming, right?” he mentioned, watching Bucky freeze slightly at the mention. “And.” he bluntly answered, pretending not to care. His response didn’t faze sam. 

He had known Bucky for years now, and was well aware of when he was lying - he could read his like a book. However, he decided not to push, simply patting Bucky’s shoulder. “Look, if you change your mind, you know where we are.” Sam started, nodding his head outside, referring to where the party was being held. “This may be your last chance. Don’t make a decision you’re going to regret - not again.” he finished, heading out the door and leaving Bucky with his inner thoughts.

Bucky sighed as he sat on his bed, his head in his hands. He ran a hand through his recently cut hair, looking up at his desk. His eyes set on the picture frame that was face down, hiding the picture. He picked it up, his finger running across their face as he smiled sadly, unaware of the tears rolling down his face until they landed on the glass. He wiped them off, placing it back down on the desk as he groaned in anger. Bucky picked his phone up, typing his password in and going into his contacts. He found himself pressing their contact, his finger hovering above the call button. 

Eventually, he turned his phone down, chucking it down on the mattress next to him. “Forget this.” he mumbled, hoping he’d be able to convince himself out of going, not wanting to give in to Sam. But what if what he said was true? What if it really was his last chance to make things right? He had been so stupid to break things off after Steve left him, not wanting to lose anyone else so he cut them off before they did it to him. But by doing what he thought was the right thing, he hurt his best friends. He cut Sam off, completely shutting him out as well as his soulmate - Y/n. 

A few days after Steve had gone, he called it quits. Not only that, but he had left her broken, not giving them an explanation, a chance to talk it out and even ignoring their texts and calls. He hurt the one person he had sworn not to - and it killed him inside. The only reason he had reconnected with Sam was due to his therapist and Sam’s nonstop efforts. He was too stubborn to message Y/n first and well; they were too hurt and probably too scared to reach out - and he couldn’t blame them.

He gave in, getting up and looking through his wardrobe, huffing as he found nothing, either too scruffy or his work suit. After a few minutes, he settled for his maroon shirt, a tidy pair of trousers and his jacket he was rarely seen without. He put his shoes on, grabbing his sunglasses and placing them on his head. Bucky walked into the kitchen, looking through the cupboards for something to bring, eventually settling on the Oreo cake he had brought when he came over, forgetting to actually give it to the family. He nervously tapped his finger against the container, his matching ring making noise against it as he took a deep breath before heading towards the door.

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“Captain America!” they called smugly, grinning as they saw Sam register who it was. “If it isn’t my favourite soldier!” he gasped, opening his arms as they laughed, hugging him. Y/n was practically family - they had grown up with Sam and Sarah. The Wilsons treated Y/n as if they were their own child and Y/n had always been thankful for them. Y/n was particularly close with Sam, having been in the Avengers and seeing him often - after all, they were the one who introduced him to Steve and Bucky. 

Sam frowned as he saw them look around, knowing she was looking for a certain someone without saying it. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, hearing the boys near and not wanting them to know what was going on. “I’m a bit better. It just...” they paused, their eyes misting over. Sam pulled her closer kissing the top of their head. “Hey, it’s okay. He’ll realise his mistake, and you’ll sort it out.” he assured, Y/n sighing. “I’m not so sure Sam. Since Steve, you know...” they reminded as he nodded in defeat. “He’ll come around, I’m sure of it. He needs to because I’m getting sick of him.” he teased, nudging them and grinning as he managed to get a laugh out of them. All he could do is hope Bucky would.

Sarah smiled at Sam knowingly as the car pulled up, seeing the figure inside. “I’ll go help with food.” she said, walking over to where it was cooking as he waited for Bucky to get out. The boys came running over instantly as they saw him. “Oh! There he is!” Bucky said, dodging Cas’ punch but pretending AJ hit him. He moved his arm back, pretending he was going to throw the cake at them in slow mo. He pulled both of them into a side hug, ruffling their hair as they groaned in protest. “Come on, let’s go find your mum and uncle.” he told them, the pair following his words. “Oh! You need to meet our aunt/uncle!” AJ gasped, Cas agreeing. He looked at the two in curiosity. “Aunt/uncle Y/n!” AJ finished as if it was the most obvious answer, Bucky chuckling awkwardly. “Is that so?” he stated.

“Where is everyone?” Bucky joked, taking his shades off and greeting Sam and Sarah. The boys ran around before Sam ushered them away for a second. He crossed his arms on his chest, looking at his friend knowingly. “So?” he asked, smirking at the man in front of him. “Shut up, you know why I’m here.” he huffed, punching him in the shoulder as he looked around for them.

“Y/n’s over there.” Sam said, pointing to where people were stood talking. Y/n was with someone Bucky didn’t recognise, laughing as he said something and he twirled them around, dancing to the music and a massive grin on their face. He felt the familiar feeling he had longed for - the butterflies in the stomach, the weak legs, the massive lovestruck grin fighting its way to his face. But also, he felt defeat. They looked so happy, there was no way they hadn’t possibly moved on. Sam saw the look of defeat on his face and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. “I can hear your brain working, Buck. It’s fine, you’ve got time.” he assured, walking over to the rows of benches and gesturing for him to follow, Bucky’s eyes not leaving Y/n once.

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Y/n felt a soft smile find its way to their face as they watched Bucky interact with the children, seeing how many he could lift on his metal arm, proudness filling them as a few years ago, he would have refused to even show people his arm. Everyone came together, sharing stories which were mostly about the trouble Sam and Y/n used to cause when they were younger, AJ and Cas claiming to carry it on. Throughout the evening, Y/n and Bucky found each other looking at the other or even locking eyes, sending a shy smile between them but nothing more. “Go talk to them man.” Sam groaned, face palming as he watched his friend gaze at her while they spoke to people. “I will, just, not now.” he assured, brushing Sam off who knew he was just making excuses. “Do it when everyone’s left, okay? I’ll let you off helping tidying up.” he teased, Bucky sighing and nodding, knowing it was the only way to get him to stop.

“Thank you for coming! It was so nice to see you!” Y/n said, waving goodbye to one of the family and sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling in between the pavement and the boat as they watched the waves ripple with the glistening sunset. They took a deep breath, taking a break from the socialising, the small sounds of chatter behind them of the few people left talking amongst themselves. They heard footsteps approach them, before sitting down next to them, a small grin on their face as she smelt familiar scent they had missed. No words were exchanged for a bit, the two sat as they looked into the sunset. “It’s nice to see you stayed friends with Sam.” Y/n commented after a bit, Bucky grimacing at the slightly bitter tone but he couldn’t blame them. “Y/n...” he whispered, looking at them to see them already looking at him, their eyes slightly watered. “Why did you cut me off?” they asked, their voice cracking. Bucky thought about it before responding, wanting to get the words right. He looked away, guilt filling him.

“I... It was two reasons. The first was with Steve leaving, not even considering staying, I felt the need to distance myself from everyone. That way no one could disappoint me again and I wouldn’t have to worry about being abandoned.” he opened up, his leg bouncing up and down due to nerves and feeling himself heat up. “So, you thought abandoning me was better? You stayed in touch with Sam.” they argued, Bucky shaking his head at the words and looking hurt. “No, no, not at all Y/n/n. I didn’t stay in touch with Sam either, my therapist wouldn’t stop lecturing me about not talking to the pair of you. I only started talking to Sam again because of the asshole who decided he could be Captain America.” he explained, grunting as he pictured walkers’ face in his head, not being able to stand the man. Y/n played with their fingers before speaking again, taking it in.

“What...what was the second reason?” they spoke up, their voice only loud enough for him to hear, not wanting to cry. Bucky sighed, looking at his metal arm and hand, Y/n following his line of sight. “You deserved better. Not me. Not someone who was a monster and I’m past my time.” he admitted, Y/n frowning at the words. “Buck...” they mumbled, grabbing his metal hand that was closest to them. They intertwined their hand with his, looking at him. “Look at me.” they instructed; Bucky’s eyes fixed on the waves in front of them. “Bucky, please.” they asked, him gritting his teeth as he looked at them, their face softening as they saw the tears that had rolled down. Y/n moved their hand up, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Well, for one, you are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” they confessed, a hand caressing his cheek as they spoke, Bucky looking at the ground and resting his own hand on their wrist softly. “You’re not mine, doll. You should be with someone your age and time, not me who’s one hundred and six years old and in a well extended life.” he tried to joke, getting a laugh from Y/n who shook their head at his antics.

“Have you ever considered I want the one hundred-and-six year old man in front of me? I mean, lucky for you I like older men-” they teased, pausing as they heard his laugh that made them weak in their knees. “But seriously, Buck, You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.” they comforted, the man looking back at them with wide eyes. “Really?” he questioned, Y/n smiling at his reaction. “Yes. I don’t want anyone else.” they reminded, leaning forward. “Forgive me?” he whispered, their foreheads resting against each other’s. “I forgave you ages ago.” they grinned, leaning forward and connecting their lips for a much-needed kiss, showing the passion and the love between the soulmates - and they had many more to make up for lost time, waiting for them.

“I love you, doll.”

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Grant Ward Masterlist

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X - x reader F - Female Reader (otherwise it’s gender neutral) ☀️ - Fluff ✨ - Humor ☁️ - Angst 💋 - Flirting ⭐️ - Author Faves

Newest fics will be at the bottom

Flash Drive - X 💋

Y/N is a CIA agent tasked with stealing information off the main computer of a criminal organization. Everything’s going smoothly until Grant Ward shows up, tasked with the same mission by SHIELD. Only one of them can successfully complete their mission; will it be Grant, or can Y/N hold off the famous SHIELD agent?

Tranquilizer - X ☁️

Y/N and Grant Ward were in love before he turned traitor and joined Hydra. Now, more than a year later, they’ve stopped dating but their romantic relationship is still going strong. Can it still survive after Grant kills Rosalind, and tries to kill Coulson?

Leave - X ☁️☀️

Y/N and Grant have been dating for a long time, going through their lives and careers side by side for as long as they can remember. They’re in love, and Y/N is convinced they’ve found their soulmate, but everything might come crumbling down around them when Hydra reveals itself within SHIELD.

Dream Team - X ☀️✨

Grant and Y/N have been dating for a while, and are both on the Bus on Coulson’s team. Grant and Y/N make a deal that Y/N will let him give them some Ops-style training if he lets Y/N teach him some SciTech stuff. Neither of them like learning the other’s specialty, but an idea to spice things up could get the couple in deep trouble with the rest of the team.

Spider - X ☀️✨⭐️

Grant and Y/N were partners and best friends at SHIELD. Y/N kept Grant from betraying SHIELD when Hydra emerged, and they immediately left to start a new life together. Now, they’ve been dating for a while and living together in San Diego. Y/N’s having a peaceful Sunday morning, but the appearance of one of their worst enemies might ruin that unless Grant can help.

Heartbeat - X ☀️

Grant and Y/N are best friends, and Y/N is in one of the medical pods on the Bus, recovering from being shot by Ian Quinn after receiving the Tahiti stuff. Grant’s been by Y/N’s side constantly while they’ve been recovering, and although he and Y/N have always been close, some members of Coulson’s team are starting to think they might have more than friendly feelings for each other since they spend every moment of the day together.

Truth Serum - X ☀️

Ward and Y/N are both experienced Specialists on Coulson’s team. During a bust on a group of mercenaries attempting to buy dangerous stolen technology, Ward and Y/N got separated from the rest of the team and ended up back at the Bus. They’re both beat up, but they can’t rest yet, because the rest of the team needs someone to cook up some truth serum, and Ward and Y/N are the only ones around to do it.

Hurtful Words - X ☁️☀️

Y/N and Grant are dating, and have been for a while. Y/N goes out on a mission and does things their way, despite Grant trying to tell them to do it another way, and the mission fails. Y/N’s exhausted and frustrated, and all they want to do is forget the mission, but Grant doesn’t want to let it go so easily.

Jealousy - X ☁️☀️

Y/N and Grant have been partners for a while, and are in the middle of a sparring session when Y/N’s best friend Tripp comes to town. Y/N wastes no time greeting Tripp, catching up with him, and showing him all around the Bus, but they might have to take a break from reminiscing when Y/N notices that Grant’s started acting weird.

It’s Always Been You - X ☁️☀️⭐️

Y/N is a SHIELD agent on Coulson’s team, and the long-time best friend of Grant Ward. Their world was rocked when Grant betrayed the team and sided with Hydra, but after taking some time to process, they decided to make it their mission to keep Grant from falling any further towards the dark side.

Scrapes and Bruises - X ☀️

Soulmate AU where your soulmate feels all the physical pain and gets all the physical injuries you do. For the past few years, Y/N has had a soulmate getting all kinds of crazy injuries, usually at the worst possible times. When an opportunity to get some payback arises, they jump at the chance, but they might end up getting more than just revenge when they start training.

Smoke Clears - X ☁️☀️⭐️

Whenever Y/N imagines the future, Grant is there. After everything comes to light in the wake of Hydra revealing themselves within SHIELD, that future looks impossible, until Y/N decides to do something about it.

Art is Chaos - F!X ☁️☀️✨

Ward’s going undercover in his nightmare scenario - as a hippie art teacher named River. He’ll need all his training to pull this one off, but the combination of a pretty girl and a terrible coincidence of his co-art teacher being named Grant might be too much for even Agent Grant Ward’s training to manage.

One Iconic Day - F!X ☀️

Grant and Y/N have been best friends, in love, and dating for a long time, working together on almost every mission after leaving the Academy so long ago. Now, they're on stakeout as part of an operation with Coulson's team, and their only job is to watch an alleyway for hours on end. Fortunately, Y/N brought snacks, games, and a complete refusal to give in to sitting in silence and boredom.

Lack of Awareness - X ☀️✨

When a fellow agent is rude to Y/N, their boyfriend Grant is determined to get some revenge on his partner’s behalf. Y/N managed to talk him out of a physical fight and into a ridiculous prank instead, but it might be more effective than either of them could’ve thought when another member of SHIELD accidentally gets involved.

One Normal Night - X ☀️

Y/N and Grant are in their first year at SHIELD's Operations Academy, and they've already become the agency's power couple. They have a long road ahead of them, both in their careers and their relationship, but they're not about to let anything stand in their way.

Ragtag - F!X ☁️☀️⭐️

The scene with FitzSimmons and Garrett on the Bus at the end of Season 1 if, instead of FitzSimmons, Grant had found and captured his long-time best friend, partner, and girlfriend.

Crisis of Conscience - F!X ☁️☀️

Grant and his girlfriend met after being recruited to Hydra, and have spent the past decade or so in love as double agents at SHIELD. When they both join Coulson's team and Y/N has a crisis of conscience, however, it might put everything at risk.

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himiko alfonso

☆*‧₊ ride to nowhere

✶彡 synopsis ┊ himiko just wanted to be a regular civilian for a couple of weeks, but the universe clearly thought otherwise.

✶彡 genre ┊ movie scene rewrite!au, avenger!au

✶彡 main feature ┊ xu shangqi

〔102021〕

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☆*‧₊ chaos inferno

‎✶༄ overview ┊ all himiko wanted was to have a stress-free self-care day; but then the universe delivered an answer for the question fae didn’t even ask.

‎✶༄ genre ┊ avenger!au, eternal!au

✶༄ main feature ┊ the eternals

〔112021 - 082023〕

reese katherine

☆*‧₊ classified files: out of time

‎⍟༄ overview ┊ an abundance of questions rise when reese katherine is found frozen in the arctic — barely alive and bearing too much resemblance with someone the avengers know.

‎⍟༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra creation!au

⍟༄ main feature ┊ steve rogers, the avengers

〔012019 + 052019〕

johan anastasia

☆*‧₊ ocean waves & faded dreams

⚝༄ overview ┊ johan anastasia unknowingly interferes with an avengers' mission, which catalyzes a series of not-so-fortunate events.

⚝༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝༄ main feature ┊ bucky barnes, tony stark, the avengers

〔102023〕

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☆*‧₊ mission: iris (ao3)

⚝彡 synopsis ┊ tony has yet to wrap his head around his apparent relation to johan.

⚝彡 genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝彡 main feature ┊ tony stark, luke cage

〔032024〕

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☆*‧₊ sunsets & silhouette dreams

⚝༄ overview ┊ johan anastasia is untraceable. fearing the worst (i.e. hydra taking back their riptide), her guardians and the avengers search in panic.

⚝༄ genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝༄ main feature ┊ bucky barnes, tony stark, the avengers

〔102023 - 112023〕

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☆*‧₊ mission: steal the show (ao3)

⚝彡 synopsis ┊ johan puts on a show as anastasia stark while waiting for dinner with the avengers.

⚝彡 genre ┊ daughter!au, hydra experiment!au/hydra assassin!au, s.h.i.e.l.d. agent!au

⚝彡 main feature ┊ bucky barnes, the avengers

〔112023〕

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[littlemissaddict]

Christmas Cookies - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky notices Reader isn't feeling the Christmas spirit this year so he does everything he can think of to bring it back to her.

Word Count: 1297

A/n: Day 22 and my little writing challenge is almost over, I’m very surprised I made it this far tbh but I’m also ready for a little break from posting everyday haha anyway that’s enough of me rambling, I hope you enjoy.

Something was wrong, Bucky could tell although he was sure exactly what it was. Two weeks into December and she was still yet to put up her Christmas decorations or even attempt to do anything in the Christmas spirit. Now to others that may not seem like a problem but he knew his girlfriend. Like clockwork he’d come home on December 1st and you could guarantee that the tree would be up, there would be Christmas music playing throughout their apartment and he would find her in the kitchen baking up a storm. This year however there had been none of that.

Now Bucky had let it slide, figuring work was busier for her as it was with most people at this time of year. He had noticed that she seemed to be leaving for work earlier and coming home later than usual so he put it down to her being tired but with one week to go until Christmas, he was finding it harder not to say anything.

So he had a plan, he’d been out and bought all the necessary ingredients to bake the Christmas cookies she always made and more than enough candy to decorate them, he had also picked up some already baked cookies ready to decorate just in case his didn’t go to plan. The first step in his plan though, was to decorate the apartment while she was out at work in hopes that her first steps into the apartment brought back some of that Christmas cheer she seemed to be lacking this year.

“Have a good day doll, don’t miss me too much” Bucky smiles over his mug of coffee as she passes him on her way out of the door. She replies with a wave and a tired smile before the door closes behind her, leaving him alone in the apartment.

With a sigh, Bucky drains the rest of the coffee in the mug and prays that his plan was going to cheer her up as he deposits the mug in the sink and he sets to work pulling the decorations out of the storage cupboard which doesn’t take him long and then all that’s left to do was to get a tree. Hopefully there were still some left this close to Christmas.

An hour later, he’d arrived home with the tree that he considered to be the best of the bunch, it wasn’t perfect but it would have to do. Getting it up to the apartment had been easier than expected but he put that down to the super serum coursing through his veins giving him more strength than the average male, not that it was anything to brag about given things he’d done with said strength that he was only just coming to terms with that were not down to him but more the mind control of Hydra.

Focusing his mind on the more pressing matter of decorating the apartment, he sets about fixing the tree to the base until he’s satisfied that it’s stable enough to not fall over before he finds the boxes of baubles. He knows she has a certain way of how she likes to place them, usually going back to rearrange them a few times until she is happy with the result so Bucky tries his hardest to make sure it looks good. By the time he’s finished he’s sure that the tree is evenly covered with baubles and he has to admit he’s done a better job than he expected to so he moves on to the rest of the decorations, little Christmas trinkets that she always puts out around the apartment.

After he finishes he grabs a quick spot of lunch and then decides to make a start on the cookies so that by the time she gets home they should be cool enough for them to decorate.

Pulling her bag higher on her shoulder, she steps from the lift and out into the corridor leading to the apartment but the moment she nears the door her heart drops, inside she can hear the high pitched screeching of the fire alarm. Scrambling for her keys, she lets herself in and upon opening the door the noise only gets louder. She knows the smart thing to do would be to wait outside maybe call 911 but she doesn’t see any flames only the haze of smoke drifting from the kitchen which is where she runs to but the last thing she’s expecting to see is the window wide open and Bucky desperately trying to waft the smoke away from the smoke alarm in hopes of quieting it. Despite the panic coursing through her she can’t help the smile that lights up her face at the scene in front of her.

Turning to the doorway as if sensing her presence, Bucky’s heart drops. This was not how he had planned to surprise her but the smile on her face is one he’s not seen for a while, too impatient to wait for the alarm to stop, he pulls it from its holder and yanks the batteries from it before he drops it on the counter.

“Thank god” he sighs in relief and the quiet but his ears are still ringing from the sound, “You’re home early” he comments, now making his way towards her and opening his arms as she melts into his hug, feeling the best she’s felt all day.

"Yeah, finished all I had to for the week and boss said I could go early" she hums, pushing her body further into his hold and he tightens his arms around her, "what were you up to anyway" she asks a little while later, her head tilting up so that she could look at him.

Bucky let's out what sounds like a nervous chuckle, his non-metal hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. "I was baking cookies as a surprise for you" he mumbles as her eyes soften from the curious look she was giving him to one that can only be described as lovestruck. 'Usually by now you're in such a festive mood and everything is fun and you're happy but this year it seemed like all the happiness had been sucked from you and I just wanted to do something to get you in the christmas spirit but I almost burnt the apartment down instead" he pouts, a look he doesn't often wear but she's seen enough times.

"You didn't have to do all that" she says softly, "though I do appreciate it but to me this year just doesn't feel like Christmas and I don't know why" she sighs, dropping her gaze and nuzzling her head into his chest.

"Well we have the rest of the afternoon and I have some perfectly good cookies that need decorating if you're not too tired" Bucky suggests, reaching out to pull her from his chest, his hand just underneath her chin as he tilts her face towards him. Leaning in he places a soft kiss to her lips and he pulls away to find her smiling brightly.

"Let me just get changed and I'll be right back" she nods, pulling free from him altogether as she heads back towards the living room, towards the bedroom but in the doorway she stops, just now noticing what she had been too distracted to see earlier, "You put up the decorations too" she gasps, her hands coming to rest on her chest and over her heart as she turns back to a smiling Bucky who nods at her words, "I love you" she smiles before rushing off to get changed out of her work clothes, so that she can get back to the man she loves.

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