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newtdrawz · 6 months

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Guys,,, au where like ok

au that takes place after No Way Home where Peter is all alone by himself,, no family no friends and in his crappy apartment. Just him and his spidey suit so he decides (with very little money he could save up) to try and buy and learn an instrument, cuz why not it's not like he's busy with school or friends or movie nights or fake internships that were just covers to hang out in a lab with his father figure,,,

Anyways he gets a guitar and he does his lessons on his cheap little phone and he gets pretty good. He learns a couple songs (one of them being May's favorite song she used to listen to all the time so he plays it everytime he misses her which is a lot)

He eventually gets better and better at it and he tries more difficult songs. One day when he's just messing around with cords he thinks it'll be fun to try and cover a full song, so he does and records it and he, without really thinking abt it, just posts it to whatever social media he had (and he definitely had to make new accounts because of the spell). It accidentally gets really popular and people are requesting songs cuz they like the acoustics of his half empty apartment (lol)

Without really thinking about it he posts more covers and he's actually really having fun with it, he even learns that he's a pretty decent singer too. This also serves as a distraction from the loneliness of his life and all the longing he has for his old friends. Eventually people start asking "do you have any original music?" "Do you have songs that you've written?"

He doesn't really think he's good enough to be writing his own music but after some encouragement he tries it out and people love it. He tries more and more and more and people love it even more and more and more.

Soon he gets a little popular and tries playing for small gigs and things and he does really good. He's starting to be recognized every once in a great great while. He's thriving (still absolutely devastated 24/7 but at least he's having fun 😭)

He plays at one gig and he has a few people who recognize his songs but his eyes land on two specific people in the crowd.

MJ and Ned.

He kinda panics but manages to get through his set pretty decently, it turns out MJ and Ned are kinda fans of his music. After they leave wherever Peter sang at they wonder for the rest of the night why he kept looking over at them with the most devastated look in his eyes.

Basically a musician/celeb au but I over explain it 🫶 does this au defeat the whole purpose of staying on the down low and not bringing attention to himself? Yes. Are there a lot of plot holes to this au? Yes. Do I care? No, cuz it's fun and I like angst

But yeah that's right,, I'm also very annoying about Spider-Man and the mcu lol

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luciddreamslikeelectricity · 5 months

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found one more thing to add to my unofficial Things Tony Stark & Pete Wentz have in Common list

#they're both fans of A Christmas Story I guess #posts I've made #they do like a lot of the same movies....musicians too....#tony stark #pete wentz #-> I want to be able to find this post don't mind me

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flumet · 9 months

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Starkbucks High School AU

"In the darkest nights, we find solace in each other's embrace"

Jock/Artist Steve, Badboy/Genius Tony, Class Represetative/Musician Bucky

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pato-gorgo · 9 months

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#manga #pets #gay pride #art #musicians #pretty gilrfriends #anime #oc #update #artists on tumblr #tony stark #tony awards #tony bennett #hulk #infinity war #tony dalton #tony tony chopper #marvel cinematic universe #endgame

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kittykatkattoo · 11 months

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I wish I could write songs. I have so many thoughts but no way to say any of them. And I do not know why.

#crowly x aziraphale #lgbtq community #transmasc #tony stark #marvel #musician #music #guitar #songwriting #songwriter

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thisis-an-original-name · 4 months

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thinking about the goofy ass situation that is taylor swift’s nyu commencement address. take a walk with me for a moment.

you’re 22. you’ve just graduated from the new york university. you worked your ass off to get in, worked your ass off for the four years after that, and paid a FUCK TON of money because we live in a capitalist hellscape and it’s nyu. you’re on top of the world.

now it’s time for the commencement speech. previous speakers include the former president of the United States, a Supreme Court justice, and the attorney behind a key same sex marriage case. and who is it this year? taylor swift. ok. previous speakers also include pharrell williams and alec baldwin so maybe it’s just one of those years.

then, ms. swift proceeds to make a half an hour long speech in which she only makes profound observations if she can connect them back to her own music. she then references her next album and dips.

ok. that was… weird. but it’s over now (insert taylor swift reference here.) but wait, what’s this? taylor, musician and speech-giver extraordinaire, has suddenly been granted an honorary degree from the school that you just dedicated 4 years of your life and several hundred thousand dollars to.

Neat. Cool. Excellent. If I was NYU class of 2020, Taylor Swift would be to me as Tony Stark is to every MCU villain. The villain origin story. The final straw.

#anti taylor swift #taylor swift critical #clowns #all of them #taylor swift

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Life is better with music

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | Music is something that has always been rooted deep into both your and Tony's families. From playing instruments since you were little to sing to your heart's content, it always brought you together. Now that you have your own family with your wonderful husband, you cannot wait to teach the same values to your own children, too.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Munchkins, Babygirl)

A/N | Is this one of the cutest, most sweet things I have ever written for this AU? Probably, yes. I love this family so much, and they have a special place in my heart, so I can't wait to expand on their love story! This is proofread by my biggest supporter and the person I cherish daily, @ccbsrmsf1. Your support for this au keeps me going, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for our favorite family! I love you, and thank you for everything 💜

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The first time Tony discovered your musical side caught him off guard. Not in a wrong way, but in a way that made him only love you more and more, which seemed impossible at the time.

"We'll just go to the store, Sunshine. Are you okay to stay home with the Munchkins for a while? You deserve the rest," Tony says as you're sitting on his lap, all of you just finished eating breakfast together. You nod before giving him a soft peck on the lips and getting up, and you need some baby love.

"Of course, My Love," you tell him before picking up little Hudson and holding him close to you; he was getting a little fussy during breakfast, so you put him in the baby carrier. Orion was somewhere between the land of the living and sleeping some more, so you decide to let her be.

"I love you so much, you know that? I'm so lucky to have you in my life and to have these wonderful twins with you. Honestly, they are the cherry on top," Tony whispers to you as he stands behind you, Hudson strapped comfortably on your belly. A broad smile spreads as you lean into your boyfriend's hold, melting into his warmth.

"You should go now. Otherwise, you will never get those groceries," you joke, and with one last kiss, Tony, Howard, and Maria go out the door, ready to do a big grocery haul for the barbecue they'll be hosting for friends and family.

"Shall we get some cleaning done while your Sister is asleep?" you ask Hudson, who has also managed to fall asleep, and you chuckle softly. He's always a quick sleeper when you're carrying him. The dishes are done quickly, and you decide to clean the kitchen, too, now that you have the time.

Once everything is finished, you realize you have some time left before everyone returns, so you sit at the piano that stands proudly in the living room. Hudson and Orion are sharing a play mat. They're happily kicking their feet and making cute noises as if they are talking in their unique language.

Your fingers glide over the keys effortlessly, playing some songs that come to mind before deciding to sing, as you quickly discover your twins enjoy it when you do that. You play the opening notes of ''Make You Feel My Love" by Adele, but as you're singing along, you don't notice Tony, Howard, and Maria returning from their shopping trip.

As soon as Tony sets foot in the house, he hears the piano going, in combination with your beautiful singing voice, and instead of walking to the kitchen, he follows your voice. Standing in the doorway with the groceries still in hand, he listens to you, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he takes in the sight before him.

He didn't know you had a musical side, but discovering you could play piano and sing was something he would never forget. When he looks from you to Hudson and Orion on the play mat, his heart skips a beat, and he feels like he could burst into flames with how much he loves all three of you.

You finally look up when the song ends, only to meet Tony's tear-filled eyes.

"How did I not know you have such a beautiful singing voice, Sunshine? And the fact that you play piano too makes you even more special," Tony tells you as he walks over, the groceries he held earlier long forgotten. He sits down by the piano before capturing your lips with a gentle, love-filled kiss, and you have rarely felt this loved by him.

"I don't know; I often sing for our Munchkins, so how you didn't know is a surprise to me as well!" you joke, and after that, the two of you play the piano together for a while. Howard and Maria decide to let you two be as they're putting everything away. However, their hearts are overflowing with the love clearly visible between you two.

"They're made for each other," Maria tells Howard as they're now standing in the doorway, and Howard agrees.

"They found their soulmate, just like you and me. And they deserve everything this world has to offer them," Howard whispers before grabbing his phone and filming the two of you playing piano, laughing loudly, and having a carefree moment. You couldn't be happier than you are now, and it is still one of your most cherished memories.

Now, you like to take the chance to gather together around the piano and sing for some quality time with everyone. Now that Hudson and Orion are teenagers and Paxton is learning to walk, life seems to fly too fast. But that will never stop you, Tony, Howard, and Maria from gathering together and making music.

"How about we all come together by the piano and sing something? Maybe Tony and Hudson can play guitar, Orion and myself can sing, and Maria can play the piano," you offer, now that Howard has gone to nap after getting caught in a bad migraine flare-up.

Over the years, Hudson has learned to play the guitar from Tony, and Orion can play piano and sing beautifully, so you're curious as to what Paxton will enjoy when he grows up.

"I just need to grab my guitar," Hudson says before going to his room and grabbing it while you and Tony arrange everything around the piano, ready to sing and play music.

"C'mere, little troublemaker! We don't want you going anywhere now that we can't run after you!" Tony says to Paxton, who is already crawling in the opposite direction, and you can't stop laughing at the sight. Your husband running after your toddler, who is surprisingly fast, has you laughing so hard your stomach hurts, yet you can never get enough.

"There we go! You can cuddle with Mommy after I make you a milk bottle; how does that sound?" Tony asks Paxton, and he babbles something in response you can't quite make out. While he's gone to the kitchen with his youngest, Hudson returned with his guitar, getting ready to play.

Not long after, Paxton is on your lap, Orion on your right side, Hudson on your left with Tony beside him, and Maria behind the piano.

"Alright, I'm going to play something, and as soon as you figure out what it is, you can sing and play along!" Maria says enthusiastically, and not long after, the first notes drift through the room. Hudson is the first to play along with his guitar, quickly followed by Tony. Orion is the first to sing along, and you listen for a moment before joining in.

The combination of your voices and different instruments makes Paxton fall asleep in your arms as he drinks. He takes after his older siblings, as they always did the same; the music seemed to lull them to sleep when they were babies.

"Mommy, Daddy? Can you two play and sing together for us?" Orion asks as she looks at both of you, and you give Tony a look of 'why not'?

"Of course, we can, Babygirl," you tell her, and before you even have to say a single word to him, he starts the first chords for 'Make You Feel My Love' by Adele, which has, over the years, become your song. It's one of the songs you danced to during the evening you got together, the night Tony proposed, and your wedding. It has a special place in your heart, and you will happily sing it daily.

As soon as the first words leave your lips, you can feel a few tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, but you're determined to get through it without crying, even if it's just this once. Every memory comes flooding back for you both, and as soon as you hit the higher notes, Tony can feel goosebumps appearing on his arms.

Once the last notes float away in the air, you finally wipe away the tears that escaped. You look at Tony with so much love and appreciation, and there's nothing you wouldn't do to make him feel your love.

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sweetpinkchampagne · 8 months

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1:49 am

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: coming home late after a stark party and stephen is tipsy and overly touchy...

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange

note: hiiii gorgeous!! thank you for readingg. i literally cannot stop listening to hozier at the moment, stephen is SO hozier's music. like i just know he worships women like wholeheartedly at your knees as if you're an altar in a church.. on his knees in other ways.... dinner and diatribes is so stephen i highly reccomend!! (frothing, gnawing at the irons bars of my enclosure like a rabid animal) iykyk. stephen is such a sick fuck why is he so like dangerously heavenly like GTHRDJKSLA (if this is ur first interaction with me im so sorry im feral, this is a cult welcome cutie!! xx)

warnings: alcohol consumption, intoxication, making out while intoxicated, tony starks ego (we love him), smut while intoxicated (both parties) um a tiny little daddy kink... (say what...i know its not everyones cup of tea but i had tooooo) not proof read eek!

it was 1:49 am. a cool night swept over the city of new york, the stark tower bustling with celebrities and journalists. something tony called 'networking', a cleverly labelled excuse to blow money and get drunk.

you and stephen hadn’t planned to be out so late, but stark’s parties weren't exactly matinées, despite all of the dramatics. under usual circumstances your husband would portal the two of you home in order to avoid the paparazzi swarmed outside. the music was incredibly loud, expensive trays of sushi being passed out along other canapés. men and women around you holding crystal between their fingers in an attempt to appear elegant in a situation that can only be compared to a club setting. the walls were lined with signed records from famous musicans as well as technology tony had been tinkering with and developing, eyes drawn to these machines in awe, asking questions and flattering his already over-inflated ego. you looked to your left, spotting stephen’s suit blazer hung messily over a barstool. you laughed to yourself seeing him in his half-unbuttoned dress shirt clearly reliving his glory days at columbia, dancing and drinking.

you thanked stark and waved goodbye to everyone, stephen slumped against you - his tall figure not exactly leaning against your shoulder, too drunk to open a portal coherently. you shook your head gently, heels clicking on the concrete as you began coaxing him into one of the of pre-called taxis, stretching out of the front of the stark tower. his suit blazer drapped over one of your shoulders. the paparazzi exploiting all who exited the building, asking questions as their camera flashes blinded you.

“greenwich village, 177A bleecker street please!” you hummed sweetly to the cab driver who nodded and smiled back, gently swatting stephens hand away as he mindlessly toyed with the hem of your already short dress.

"you look gorgeous tonight baby" he whispered, his hot breath against your neck, tickling. you giggled softly, your shoulder instinctively lifting to cover your neck, pushing him away.

"thank you stephen, you look so handsome.."

"oh yeah?" he smirked

"okay.. dont get too cocky" you laughed, leaning into his side, you looked out the window, the city lights looked gorgeous. people of all walks of life walking down the streets. families going to see musicals, a group of girlfriends going out and a pair of budding musicians busking on the corner, one man in suede with a banjo, the other a scruffy man playing the harmonica. stephen wasn't looking out the window, you felt his eyes looking down at you, smiling with adoration.

the sound of your purse landing on the sideboard of the sanctum entrance echoed off the walls. stephen was always a cocky man, but this heightened when he was drunk. you laughed softly as your back gently hit the wall of the entrance, an overly confident doctor cupping your cheeks, the smell of whiskey on his breath.

“been thinking of doing this all night..” his baritone voice whispered as his scarred hands snaked their way around your waist and his lips met the warmth of your neck.

“you do flatter a girl stephen..." you gasped as he quickly turned you around, your chest pressed into the oak panelling of the sanctum entrance. you felt him harden behind you, pressing into your ass. you threw your head back, leaning into his shoulder as cold hands danced around your back, slowly pulling the zipper to your dress down as it effortlessly fell to the floor, bunched around your heels.

"stephen you're drunk...we should-.. sleep.." she gasped as his hands travelled down the length of her spine, gently.

"drunk and horny" he corrected, you could tell he was smirking by the way he delivered the words.

"please..." you whispered as he rolled up his dress shirt's sleeves to his forearms, his veins deliciously visible.

"please what baby? huh? you got an ache..??" he kissed the back of your neck, humming in contentment. you rolled your eyes, he had a thing about you using your words even when he knew what you wanted, where you wanted.

"i need you..." you turned around, looking up at him with big eyes as he looked down at you, without hesitation, he knelt down in front of you, pausing to look up at you before you nodded gently, he gently slid your panties off and then he grabbed your hips and hoisted you up around his waist, you gasped as his buldge made contact with your core, whimpering in his ear, pushing the photo frames and your purse carelessly off the sideboard before laying you down the length of the sideboard. you whined in anticipation, as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to him, standing at the end of the sideboard.

he walked back over to you, looking down at you as he tutted.

"desperate little thing arent you baby..? ive barely touched you..."

"stephen..dont torture me, dont be mean.." you pouted looking up at him as he bent down to passionately kiss your lips, standing back up before brushing his fingertips down your body, your neck, chest, stomach ending inches from your core. he knelt down at the end of the sideboard, delicately wrapping your legs around his neck before he kissed your inner thighs without warning.

"shit! stephen- i.." you threw your head back, back arching against the sideboard as you felt him smirk against your skin. his stubble burned your delicate skin. adding fuel to the already ignited fire. he chuckled lowly before adjusting you to move your cunt closer to his lips. he looked up at your expecting eyes with a gentle look, you nodded laying your head back down.

"fucking soaked..." he whispered deeply, admiring you. he was never one for a quick fuck, i mean he did it of course if you begged, if you had a place to be.. but it definitely wasn't his preference. he wanted to savour you, to fervently worship his wife. your thighs squeezed his neck impatiently huffing below him.

"dont be bratty baby, im just admiring my girl.." he warned lowly. without warning he left a long stripe between the folds of your pussy, you writhed under him as his tongue purposefully missed your clit. what felt like hours of slow, delicate licks led to an ache in your lower belly. his stubble burned your inner thighs, adding to the pleasure as you began to rock your pussy into his mouth, you felt him smirk as he placed one hand down on your lower stomach before sucking violently on your clit. you squealed in pleasure, your thighs weakly handing over his shoulder, shaking.

"god you taste divine, like fucking heaven. i worship you darling.." he whispered between your thighs, as if it were a secret, but he told you it everyday.

"stephen.." you whimpered as he sucked on your clit, his face buried between your legs.

"give it to me baby, make a mess for daddy.." you moaned loudly at the nickname, something you mistakenly whimpered one day in sex that made him choke on his words and look down at you. "m' sorry! i- i.. dont know where that came from" his eyes darkened looking down at you. "say it again fr' me, yeah?" your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pounded into you faster than usual.

"daddy!" you gasped. clutching the drawers of the sideboard for support, your back arching as lewd noises of him eating you out filled the room. "jesus christ! fuck me." you screamed as you came on his tongue, he didn't stop. you shook from the overstimulation he cleaned you up with his tongue, your legs shuddered as he laid them down gently, leaning over your body, his palms resting on the sideboard as he looked down at you. it was pornographic the way his goatee glistened with your seed.

"you're going to be the death of me, you know that darling?" he smirked, cocking his head to the side as his eyes still ravaged your body before reluctantly looking back to your glossy eyes, you were gone, lost in a haze, chasing a high.

#doctor strange fanfic #doctor strange fanfiction #stephen strange #stephen strange fanfic #stephen strange smut #doctor strange smut #im feral put me in an institution

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trashywritestrash · 8 months

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Brutal

Pairing: Avengers x Singer-Songwriter!Stark!Reader (platonic/family)

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: Swearing, no specific age is given for reader, but she's between 18 and 21. Probably bad writing, heavy dialogue, song lyrics… Idk if half of those are warnings, but that’s what I’ve got.

A/N: This isn’t going to be the best thing I’ve written by a long shot. This whole thing is just like a daydream I have sometimes and I was encouraged to just write it out because maybe that would help me unclog the writers block. Honestly, I’ve just been drained lately and I don’t have the energy to be creative, so I’m cranking this thing out in the hopes that it’ll spark something. I’d call this a crack fic but I don’t know if it’s unhinged enough to qualify.

Song Reference: Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

As the daughter of Tony Stark, you had been in the spotlight your entire life. So when you announced that you would be releasing your debut album as a musician, the internet was hyped up immediately. You didn’t need to promote it at all, but you still released small clips on social media and dropped a single before the release of the album.

The Avengers are close to you, they’re your big found family… But when they asked to listen to the album before the official release, you still said no. Obviously, they continued to ask and even attempted to bribe you, but you were adamant that they would have to wait like everyone else.

Finally, the album dropped. To celebrate, everyone gathered in the common area while you set up a camera to record their reactions as you all listened. In the living room sat your father, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Clint, and Wanda. The “extended” team members like Peter Parker, the Guardians of the Galaxy, Carol, and Dr. Strange were listening on their own and simply texting you their thoughts.

“Okay, guys. Get your snacks and stuff now because I’m not going to wait ten minutes in between songs for you to grab something,” Tony bosses, completely impatient.

You chuckle, “You do know that I’m controlling the music, right?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll have Friday override the speakers if I have to.”

“Alright, are we ready yet? Yelena is already trying to text me about it and I don’t want spoilers,” Natasha complains from her spot on one of the couches, bowl of popcorn in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, settle down.” Once everyone is sat, you take your spot on a stool by the camera, “Okay, if you need me to pause or rewind, raise your hand or something. Or listen to it again later on your own. I’ll pause between songs so you can get your comments and questions out. Sound good?”

Sam waves his hand, “We got it, just play it already, we’re tired of waiting.”

“Patience, Samuel. Alright, the first song is called ‘Brutal’.” You press play on your phone, which is bluetooth connected to the speakers in the room.

The song opens with classical instrumental music, surprising the group. They’ve heard the clips released on your social media, and this doesn’t seem to fit at all.

I want it to be, like, messy.

Suddenly the music is louder and faster paced, taking on a more punk rock sound. Tony grins wide, “That’s my kid!”

I’m so insecure, I think

That I’ll die before I drink

And I’m so caught up in the news

Of who likes me, and who hates you

And I’m so tired that I might

Quit my job, start a new life

And they’d all be so disappointed

‘Cause who am I, if not exploited?

Reactions across the room are mixed. Bucky and Steve look a little thrown off, not used to this type of music. Tony looks prouder than ever. Pepper and Sam look proud, but you can tell they’re not sure what to think about the tone of it. Natasha and Clint have “I told you so” written all over their faces. Thor is enthusiastic and smiling wide. And Bruce and Wanda seem to be trying to dissect and analyze the lyrics as they listen.

And I’m so sick of seventeen

Where’s my fucking teenage dream?

“Language,” slips from Steve before he can stop himself. “Also, you’re not seventeen anymore?”

“I wrote it a while ago and I decided to leave it like that. I wanted it to be truthful to where I was in my life when I wrote it.” The group nods as the song continues.

If someone tells me one more time

“Enjoy your youth,” I’m gonna cry

And I don’t stick up for myself

I’m anxious and nothing can help

And I wish I’d done this before

And I wish people liked me more

“Awe, sweetheart,” Wanda frowns. Everyone seems conflicted. Like they’re unsure whether they should be banging their heads or offering you hugs.

All I did was try my best

This the kind of thanks I get?

Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)

They say these are the golden years

But I wish I could disappear

Ego crush is so severe

God, it’s brutal out here

You frown at how the mood was brought down by the lyrics. Quickly, you pause. “Guys, stop that. This is supposed to be a fun song.”

“It is fun, but you’re my daughter, of course I’m going to be concerned,” Tony pouts. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this stuff?”

“Because I didn’t feel like I needed to. I get these feelings out in therapy and in my songs, so it’s not like I’m bottling it in. I have some healthy coping mechanisms.”

Bruce takes the opportunity to speak up. “Some?”

“Nobody’s perfect, Bruce. You guys don’t need to know everything.” You chuckle to diffuse the tension, but resume the music before anyone can argue.

I feel like no one wants me

And I hate the way I’m perceived

I only have two real friends

And lately, I’m a nervous wreck

‘Cause I love people I don’t like

And I hate every song I write

And I’m not cool and I’m not smart

And I can’t even parallel park

“Are we not your friends?” Thor pouts, genuinely sad.

“You guys don’t count. You’re family.” That answer seems to appease them, but they’re clearly still concerned. The chorus plays once more before the music starts to wind down.

Got a broken ego, broken heart

God, I don’t even know where to start

The song ends, so you pause before the next one automatically starts. “What did you guys think?” You wait nervously for their response. They mean a lot to you, so you want them to like your music.

“I loved it, but the lyrics are kinda sad when I think about them…” Pepper admits cautiously, not wanting you to think she didn’t like it.

You give her a nervous smile, “I’m gonna be honest. Some of the stuff on here is sad. Some of it is probably gonna upset you… I don’t tell you guys everything, and there are some things in here that you guys don’t know about. I’m sorry about that; but the last thing I want is for you guys to pity me or anything like that.” Chuckling, you attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m an angsty girl. In this album I get a little sad, a little angry, a little petty, but try not to get too heartbroken over it. Please?”

“No promises, kid. We’re your family. We’re absolutely going to get protective.” Sam grins, keeping his comment lighthearted, even though he means every word.

“Fine, I’ll take it.”

Steve raises his hand patiently, “Are all of the songs this… upbeat?” He asks, unsure of what to call the sound.

“No, some of them slow down. But some of them are more punk like this. I won’t give you a heart attack.” He laughs at your joke, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for the next one,” Clint says, causing the others to nod. “Hit us with it!”

You laugh, pulling up your music app. “Okay, okay. Here we go…”

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Okayyy, potential trope for you. Let's see if I can get your gears turning.

It's nice to meet your idol, right? Maybe it's your favorite actor or musician.

Say, our dear reader finally scores tickets to a meet and greet of some sort. She's been saving up for a while and she's very excited to meet [guy of your choosing]. Said man takes an interest in the reader and invites her to an after party. While initially excited, once there, the reader sees this isn't exactly what it's cracked up to be.

One specifically for Cap. Similar to the plot above but not an AU. Captain America saves the reader's life in one of the many attacks on New York lol. The reader delivers baked goods to Steve as a thank you, but it seems he has other plans. American's Golden Boy may not be as sweet as everyone thinks.

Title: Baker’s Dozen

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Baker!Reader

Wordcount: 1,378

Summary: You just want to deliver a personal thanks to the man who saved your life.

Warnings: Dark, Implied Noncon, Drugging, Burnt Fluff, Meet Cute, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, MINORS DNI

A/N: i had so much fun writing this, even though it took three tries! Unedited and unbeta’d, I do not consent for this or any work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Read at your own risk, and mind the warnings. Enjoy!

The elbow narrowly misses the box of cupcakes in your hands, but only because you turn away just in time, taking the unassuming blow to your side instead. You grunt with pain, and the blonde who’d elbowed you looks back over her shoulder. Her eyes track over you like she’s sizing you up.

“Sorry.” You can tell by the curl of her lip that she isn’t sorry at all. “We’ve just been waiting here so long, I was stretching out.” She’s wearing a Captain America t-shirt, Steve’s smiling face looking out at you soullessly from the image. “Have you been here long?”

You’d been waiting longer than she had—but unlike her, you weren’t there as a fan, not really.

“Yeah,” you reply tartly. “A while.” Her obligational apology complete, the blonde turns back to the tower entrance, standing on her tip-toes to catch a peek of the heroes inside. You were in awe of them, but not like her. Last year, during the invasion of New York, Steve Rogers had personally saved your life. The memory is still so vivid that it sours your stomach.

Horrible, alien chattering, the smell of charred flesh—no thoughts, only cold, clear panic—bodies, under the rubble, under cars, in the street, running—and then him. Cutting down your pursuers with a precision that chilled you to think about.

“It’s okay, doll. Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

You wouldn’t be here without him.

The crowd begins to murmur, people jostling you as they begin clamoring for a glimpse of the people approaching the tower. The low murmur rises, becoming a dull hum and then louder as the street began to echo with the shouts of adoration. It’s like the Avengers are celebrities, not heroes, the way people scream and fawn. You clutch your container as the sea of people rocks you, praying you don’t lose hold of it.

All of them are there—Natasha, the Black Widow, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor—and Steve Rogers. You try to go over your script in your head again, trying to remember all the parts. Hi, I just wanted to thank you for—

“Tony! Tony Stark!” Someone behind you screams. “I love you!” His head swivels in your direction, and your face burns with secondhand embarrassment.

“These for me?” He asks you, smirking as he gestures to the box.

“I, er, well actually—” The blonde elbows accidentally-on-purpose again, and this time your box slips from your grasping fingers, and tumbles face down onto the concrete.

“Ooops.”

You bite your lip as Tony bends down to collect the card inside, swiping a glob of frosting off of the front of it, before his eyes flick up to you.

“Not for me, then.” He looks over his shoulder. “Capsicle, this one’s all you.” Your heart hammers in your chest at his words, and embarrassed tears begin gathering in your eyes. You’d gone to a lot of trouble to wait here, just to thank him. There were others he’d saved, you know that, but… still.

This was stupid anyway.

Steve pulls the card from Tony’s fingers, and your face heats as his eyes move over the thank you written on the inside. You’d rather hoped you wouldn’t be around when he read it, but then again, you’d hoped he’d actually be able to eat the cupcakes you’d spent the better part of this morning—and yesterday night—slaving over. But instead, they were smashed on the sidewalk, and he was reading your card right in front of you.

“I, I—”

“You made these for me?” He asks, and you swear steam must be pouring out of your ears, from the heat of your cheeks.

“Yes,” you murmur, clearing your throat before repeating yourself, louder. “Yes. I wanted to say, um. Thank you. For saving me.” He flashes you one of those million watt smiles you’ve seen him give on television, and your chest tightens.

“Well I’ll tell you what. Since I didn’t get to eat these, why don’t we try this again?”

“Again?” You repeat stupidly, your brows knitting together.

“Again.” He confirms with a nod and a wider smile. “Why don’t you come by again tomorrow evening?” His eyes flick to the blonde beside you. “Less chance of any more accidents.” Steve winks at you, and you stammer out a yes. “Perfect. Lookin’ forward to it, doll.”

—

This time, security escorts you into the building, your last two cupcakes clutched against your chest. The same blonde is out there again, and she glares daggers at your back as the black paneled doors close behind you. Steve is waiting for you in the lobby.

“You made it,” he says, waving. “Good.”

Stiffly, you hold out the container. “This is, um. For you.” He takes it, and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “I just. I didn’t get to say thank you, that time. I know you probably don’t even remember, but—”

“Thirty fourth street.” He says, softly. You don’t realize he’s talking to you at first, until his eyes find yours. “Right? That’s where you were.” Your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it. “I remember you.”

You swallow thickly. “O-oh.”

“Why don’t you come up? I can’t eat both of these by myself.” He says, wiggling the container a little. The delicately frosted roses inside are some of your best work, it had been a particular blow to see them get destroyed yesterday.

“I, I shouldn’t, I—”

“Nonsense. Please, I insist. I won’t consider myself properly thanked unless you eat one of these amazing looking cupcakes with me. Please.”

You hedge for a moment longer before nodding. “Alright. It’s just… I eat too many of them anyway,” you joke, trying to ease the tension. He smiles, heading for the elevators. His room is high up, on a floor that makes you dizzy when you look out of the window and down to the street. It’s more like an apartment than a room, and you wonder dryly if Tony Stark is a decent landlord.

Steve steers you over to the kitchen, seating you at the island. “Anything to drink?”

“Water, please.”

“I’ve got… sparkling? I think Tony stocks this stuff,” he mutters, and you laugh.

“I’ll take one off your hands.”

You fiddle with your phone as he pours it into a glass, and slides it across the counter to you. With barely concealed anticipation, you watch him open up the container, and remove the blue rose cupcake from its wrapping. You take a sip of the water, immediately regretting it as the bubbles spark and burn against your throat.

“You like to bake, doll?”

“I had my own bakery,” you say, chasing a few stray droplets of water from your lips. “You know, before.”

“I’m sure your boyfriend is very proud of your success.”

Your face goes hot. “I, um, I don’t—”

“No? I find that hard to believe.” His gaze feels heavy as it rests on you. “You’re so sweet.” He takes a bite, and the resounding moan makes you want to squirm in your seat. “That’s amazing. Knew it would be,” he wipes a dot of frosting from his cheek, and you take another big swallow of your water. “You know, out of all the people I saved, you’re the only one to come and thank me personally?”

You blink slowly at him, processing the words. You don’t know why it takes you a moment longer than it should.

“N-no? That’s terrible.” The words feel clumsy in your mouth, like there are too many syllables in them.

“Oh yes. You know, I remembered you,” he reaches across the counter to touch your arm, and his hand lingers. “Sweet, soft,” his voice drops lower. “Alone.”

Your stomach lurches, and the room tilts as you try to scramble away from him. The floor—how did you end up on the floor?—is cold beneath your clammy palms as Steve comes around the island.

“You’re sweet on me, doll, admit it. I don’t mind,” he says, dropping to a squat in front of you. Steve licks the rest of the icing from his fingers, taking his time with each. “Because I think I’m sweet on you, too.”

fin

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stevetonyweekly · 4 months

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SteveTony Weekly - December 17th

Real life has been crazy as my kids went through finals week and I went through--helping them through finals week. There’s very little on this week’s list--but my holiday break is starts Wednesday so I expect the next few weeks list will make up for the brevity of today. And of course, y’all can look forward to holiday lists and my end of year round ups in the next few weeks.

One More Dream by citsiurtlanu

Steve is an animator dreaming of breathing life back into a stagnant industry. Tony is a musician dreaming of introducing electric violin to rock. In December of 1981, they meet and come to realize what it means to follow said dreams.

Also known as the artist!Steve/musician!Tony La La Land AU no one ever asked for.

the perfect blend by downeylove, robertdowneyjjr

Tired of the stress and pressure that comes with being the CEO of a global tech conglomerate, Tony hands over control of Stark Industries to Pepper and decides to open a cafe in Brooklyn.

Then an exhausted high school teacher named Steve walks into his life looking for coffee and doesn’t make any effort to leave. Not that Tony’s complaining.

Blacksmith's Hands by Amuly

Based in Marvel's 1872 Western Universe, where Tony is a blacksmith and Steve is the town Sheriff. Blacksmith Tony hears Sheriff Steve's birth date is coming up, and decides to give him the present he deserves.

darling I fancy you by complicationstoo

Steve has had a plan for April fifteenth for months now. He’s finally back in New York tonight, officially done with the semester abroad in London that he and Natasha started in January. He loved England, but after months of conversations through text and brief phone calls alone, he just wants the taxi from the airport to drive faster to take him back home. Back to Tony, who Steve has been in love with for the better part of four years and is finally ready to tell how he feels.

cold coffee by complicationstoo

In retrospect, Steve can admit that he overreacted to the entire situation. His only defense is that he was already stressed out by the bad grade he got on his art project. It’s weak, he recognizes, but he worked really hard on that project and Professor Hill called it “contrived” and “unnecessarily complex.” He was fuming by the time he walked out her office, having failed at arguing for a better grade, and getting freezing cold coffee spilled on him was really the icing on the top of the world’s worst cake. Can he really be blamed for blowing up on the guy?

(Yes, he’ll admit later, he can. But not now.)

Met You on a Monday by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)

The Chitauri invade on a Monday, the same day that Steve meets Iron Man for the first time, and then Toni Stark--and then everything he thinks he knows about both of them goes right out the window.

Indulgence by FestiveFerret, One and Five Nines (Obani)

All it took was one word from Tony, and Steve fell to his knees, every time.

He wished he didn't need this so badly.

Before We Part (The Adventure's End Remix) by citsiurtlanu

Minutes away from incursion, Steve and Tony realize that this adventure will be their final one.

Size Doesn't Matter by izazov

An incident results in Steve reverting to his pre-serum body. It may be the worst thing that has happened to Tony Stark. Or the best.

Love of Inconvenience by AvengersNewB

Tony had a plan; bond with Steve to keep him from deportation until he could find Steve's childhood friend Mr. Barnes.

Temporary.

For convenience.

The plan did not entail falling for this perfect beautiful omega.

Tony Doesn't Love Drama (It Loves Him) by tonystarkssnipples

Steve carefully folded his fingers together and took a steadying breath. “With all due respect, sir, I do not think it would be a wise idea for me to be a part of this project.”

Steve seethed. His boss did this all the time; talked him into doing things they both knew were not good for Steve. In the end, Steve always went along with what his boss said because that’s how jobs worked.

-or-

Steve is a photographer hired to take pictures of Tony Stark and they end up falling into bed together.

Just Like This by BlossomsintheMist

“You are,” he murmured in Tony’s ear, “the sweetest, most generous, most wonderful boyfriend a man could ever have.”

Steve and Tony share Valentine's Day together, and Steve wants to make a point.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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siremasterlawrence · 7 months

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Artist Meet Cute Part 1

Samuel Wilson is one of the hottest singers on the planet at the moment his debut hot 100 single Free Falling enter the charts at number one simultaneously with his debut album.

The song is currently burning up the youth of the world many hearts are fluttering up as the song is playing on every radio station in the world and Sam is enjoying unknown success like never before.

Even when his ass of his music agent finally enters the room Anthony Tony Stark a failed musician who at one point had a promising career with a mega huge hit that happens to be Tony’s only single.

Tony slams the door behind him with sweet swagger to his walk which could truly be interpreted as arrogance cornering Sam by his mirror as Sam prepares to get on stage.

Tony places a hand on his shoulders grab it even it hard swinging his to the side to face him as he pins Sam to the wall hoping him to calm him down it is clear to Sam that this man likes him.

Sam knew that this is an awful idea when he Tony hugged him then exited the room to hit the seats Sam follows the anticipation of the crowd hyping everyone with the dancers up stairs.

Sam Wilson pounds the wall pumping up his body until he hit the landing as the floor is on a fiery rocket it begins to ascend to the top of the stage settling down causing a stir in the crowd.

The sound of with clapping applause, plenty of screaming fans and many waves of heavy ass heart beats flooding the stadium as he takes center stage standing for all to see him.

He lifts his right hand up in the air jumping up and down the music howling loudly as he starts to do a little dance when they back up crew encircling him breakout in a dance routine.

In the midst of a sea of young fans shout out loud the lights land softly on a familiar yet famous face a movie star to know to all of us who is also about to release his first single.

It’s Steve Rogers it almost hit Sam like a red brick from a house as he did not miss a step Steve smiles at him and responds back in a kindly fashion and the show continues on as Steve claps.

Sitting next to him is Tony they are all in a state of it with the dancers, exaggerating stage decoration, and the love of music soon this is absolutely the most powerful tour performance yet.

The night went by so fast every song from the album pass by to the smooth crooning of the last song a beautiful ballad floats off from Sam’s lifts sending Steve in to a new state of being.

Steve just stays in his seat as the audience ascend back to the top of stadium leaving with frenzy and Steve Rogers stood up to solely along with Tony for a large standing ovation.

Samuel Wilson cannot believe what he saw as he heads back to his dressing room to find Steve sitting in a chair swinging to the side to see him with a bright and sexy smile on his lips.

Steve rises to his feet with a huge, wide and unfortunately gigantic white arms open for a hug Sam is unsure of what to do but he does have a thing for him and happily he is in agreement.

“I cannot believe that I am in the same room with you Sam. I have been big fan of yours since the moment your released Free Falling and your album has left me with so much inspiration.” Steve.

Steve Rogers is gleeing with deep love and admiration in his looks, expressing tight body movements and that significant muscle tone it is everything and I Sam can’t help himself and swat his ass.

“Ooooooohhhhh! You don’t wait “

“Why should I white boi?”

“White boi huh”

“Shut up!”

“If you want this”

“Oh! I do”

“Get in line”

“Oh My God!”

“What is this bdsm?”

“I heard you want it or like that “

“Who told you?”

“Tony”

“I should thank him”

“Buy him a card”

“Than order me around “

“Take a seat, listen to me and don’t say a word.”

“Yes Sir”

“Correct it! It is Yes Master” Sam warns him.

Yes Master! I am sorry” Steve peers down to the floor in shame and begins to pout a bit.

“Let’s commence this by you undress stay in front of me and disrobe me.”

“Yes Master! Will you own me?”

“It is all I expect “

“Do you serve me?”

“With everything I am”

“All my heart and soul”

“Kiss me Steve”

“Yes Master…mmmmmm”

“Undress me with your eyes and your hands”

“Oh God!”

“What boi?”

“I sense some hurt “

“In you too”

“I have only one truly great experience with romance and I lost both.”

“I know! Her name is Peggy right?”

“Yeah as well as Bucky! You are better than anything I’ve had or anybody I can dream of.”

Samuel Wilson lovingly yanks him back in to his body hugging him ever so tightly with so much love in his eyes. Steve Rogers grabs his hands leading him into the back of the dressing room their shadows mold gather in the bathroom.

One hand twist the knob so hard as the pipe runs on car motor ready raring up to the shower head. It rains down on their body mixing in a sea of swirls as they never stay still. Sam shoves Steve harshly onto the back wall pressing his body on his smashing his lips then his neck with a trail of kisses.

The end

#sam wilson #anthony mackie #Steve rogers #chris evans #Tony stark #rdj #meet cute #kiss #shower scene #artists #performance #singing

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winterironevents · 9 months

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July 20th - July 29th, 2023

Thanks to @massivespacewren as always for the incredible fanart you see above.

Now let's get to some WinterIron goodies!

Dark Obsession by @scottxlogan

Rating: E

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Clubbing, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Light Choking, Rope Bondage, Light Dom/sub, BDSM, Wax Play, Sex Toys, Restraints, Swearing, Switching, Biting, Ice Play, Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Friendship

Summary: On the anniversary of his parents' deaths Tony finds himself looking for a distraction after Steve stands Tony up on their night clubbing. Undeterred in his quest to find a new distraction Tony works his way into a steamy new club in town where he finds himself drawn in by a sexy stranger who turns Tony's world around in unimaginable ways.

Falling in Love by @pandagirl45

Rating: T

Tags: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Musicians, Inspired by Music, Shy Tony Stark, Singing, Bucky Barnes-centric, Meet-Cute, Awkward Flirting, Matchmaking, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Minor James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Sam Wilson, Implied Relationships

Summary: Sam takes Bucky to a music venue to get out for once, and Bucky ends up falling in love at first voice

A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter 3 by @polizwrites

Rating: T

Tags: No Powers AU, Omegaverse, Sugar Daddy AU, Political Campaigns, Amputee!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky, young!Tony, Omega!Tony, demisexual!Bucky,

Summary: Bucky hosts a donor party at his home and Tony once again proves himself invaluable. Afterwards, Tony asks for an advance and Bucky makes an alternate proposal.

The Silver Line by @endlesstwanted

Rating: T

Tags: Fandom Fusions, Co-workers, Post-Break Up, War Veteran Bucky

Summary: Training with Camille, Bucky and her notice that the new guy coming to work for the agency is the one who witnessed Sharon breaking up with him during their double date.

#scottxlogan #pandagirl45 #polizwrites #endlesstwanted #weekly round up: r1 #winteriron #starkbucks #ironwinter #tony stark #bucky barnes #iron man #winter soldier #marvel #bingowinteriron

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ao3feed-sambucky · 2 months

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The Game of Love

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oH8yk39 by jemgirl “You know what tonight is, right?” Steve asked, cutting him off. Bucky didn’t quite grunt by way of replying, but it was close. Of course he knew what was happening that night. He didn’t live under a rock. The whole country knew, and there wasn’t a New York native alive who wasn’t at least a little excited about it. Even people who had been calling the Knicks bums for the past twenty or so years were rooting for them. For the first time since nineteen ninety-nine, the Knicks had made it to the NBA Finals. Even more unbelievable, people who weren’t even from New York thought they might actually win it. And it was all thanks to Sam Wilson. Or: Ten years is a long time - maybe too long, but maybe not… Words: 18702, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Jemgirl’s SamBucky VDay Bingo ‘24 Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Other Marvel Characters Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, NBA Player Sam Wilson, Musician Bucky Barnes, Flashbacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, this is basically a soap opera read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oH8yk39

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

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bartonsarcheryacademy · 7 months

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Story Idea dump #2.

BALLET AND MUSICIAN AU:

(Yes, I enjoy AUs)

The setting: Natasha and Clint used to be ballet dance partners, winning awards and tournaments around the world. Now they‘re settled in Brooklyn NYC and run a dance and music school together. Natasha teaches the ballet class, Clint teaches piano and other instruments. The people they teach are a mix of kids from difficult backgrounds and rich offsprings. They charge whatever the parents can afford to pay, some kids get taught for free, but the high class parents happily pay horrendous sums, because of the standards of class and the many titles Natasha and Clint won. Bruce also has a room at their building, teaching Yoga and Meditation to kids and adults. It‘s an older brickstone building in industrial style, high ceilings and big windows.

Plot: Planning on meeting with an organization to set up a bigger educational program in Brooklyn, Clint gets involved in a car wreck on the way to the meeting. I will not say too much about his injuries, but he get discharged from the hospital after several weeks barely able to walk alone, with damage to his ears and some metal in his body. Safe to say he doesn‘t take it well at all. He can‘t dance, he can‘t teach music anymore- it triggers a cocktail of anger, sadness, depression, and hopelessness. natasha and Bruce try their best to help him back on his feet, but as impatient as he is, he doesn‘t see much improvement. (Different from our hero Renner, who has the determination of a superhero). Enter Bucky Barnes, Natasha‘s highschool dance partner and long term friend, who just recovered from losing his arm in a military mission overseas. Equipped with a high end prosthetic arm made by Tony Stark (bear with me. Wakanda didn‘t seem like an option here), he agrees to helping out with the ballet classes. Clint is devastated to see himself ‚replaced‘ by Bucky. He‘s pissed. He is sad. Bucky, after having just gone through endless hours of therapy himself, sets him straight. He can either work on himself and claim his life back, or he can be angry and miserable and accept nothing will change. WinterHawk development while Bucky helps Clint recover through forcing him on his feet, exercise, and work through the trauma of the crash- that he remembers more of than he ever told anyone.

Can‘t tell you the end development, because I plan on writing this one day. Who would read it if you knew how it ends *evil cackle*

Oh, and there is art for this plot already. I did some, and a friend of mine who is amazingly talented did art of Nat and Clint dancing, and Clint playing Piano. So, cross your fingers that this might see the light of day.

Thanks for your attention…until #3 <3 >>—->

#hawkeye #winterhawk #ao3 #marvel #AvengersAU #StoryIdeaDump #writerProblems #WishIHadMoreTimeForWriting #ClintBarton #AvengersBalletAU #BAMFClintBarton #GoodBroNatasha #GoodBroBucky #fanfiction

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chaashni · 2 years

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God Be You

Your discoveries about a less-than-normal band might have led you to something monumentally more than you had bargained for.

Warnings: Dark!Fic. Vampire AU. Everybody's a little unhinged. Especially Bucky. Drummer!Bucky. Mentions of cuckoldry. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Smut. Teasing. Denial. Remind me if I've forgotten to add something😺

Dividers by

Musicians.

Musicians who were a part of a band. A multi dimensional one, with multiple instruments and good quality vocalists. The Avengers.

The fun, goofy ones. Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff. Gamora.

The chill, cute ones. Thor Odinson, Peter Quill and Tony Stark.

The silent but kind ones. Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner.

Last but not the least. The lone wolf. The typical broody, quiet, mysterious one with the metal arm. Bucky Barnes.

You would have called the band the cliche extraordinaire, had things about them not been so fishy. Unlike typical band people, this infamous group of musicians was never caught in bars, drunk off their asses or starting a fight. These people were never out in the streets at all, hardly ever captured on camera. They met their fans only and only on scheduled meet and greets, never said a bad word, never stopped even for a two minute water break while performing. No scandals. Nothing.

You did not consider yourself to be some high profile journalist doing a sting operation. You were certainly not without work, and you did not spend all your time on the internet hunting for celebrity gossip.

So why exactly were you here today, spilling out details about the daily activities of musicians who had nothing to do with you?

A few videos had made their way to you from the internet.

One of them involved Gamora- painted all green on some Halloween party- drinking something red. Without even thinking you had decided it was blood. You could also swear her eyes burned red.

Another one of them was of Steve Rogers tumbling out of a window- the tape was of horrid quality but you were sure it was him. You also had more than enough reason to tell somebody had thrown him out of the window, the bars barely dangling from the sill being an evidence to your derived conclusion.

What was worse was that Steve did not seem to face any injuries. He scored a perfect landing, shrugging and dusting off his trousers before squinting at the setting sun like it had violated him, and marching back to the building

Like this was all supposed to be that simple.

Like fuck it was.

Then there was a picture of Bucky Barnes. Standing next to a very young Mick Jagger, Bucky looked exactly as he did today, the only difference being that he was dressed in the fashion which was prevalent in those days, and his hair was a little longer. Spinning his drumsticks in his hands, an intense expression as done by people.in music in those days crowning his annoyingly pretty face.

That picture was fifty years old. Untampered.

And you just had to find out what the fuck was going on.

That is what you keep repeating to yourself in your head as you snuck your way to Bucky's trailer, using one of your hairpins to click open the door and walk inside. You smashed the security alarm before it could go off, the loud beats from the stadium covering up all the sounds that you made.

Good.

You stumbled inside, piles of clothes discarded on the seats, some concealer and a lot of nail polish bottles. Yeah. The drummer liked having his nails painted and it made you swoon for him. You spotted a few broken drumsticks, a huge drumset all set up at one corner.

You turned to face the mirror, yelping when you caught sight of one of the pictures stuck to the corners of it.

A dick pic.

No. It was Bucky, all naked except for the leather shoes he had worn, a cigarette rolling between his teeth. His hair fell to his shoulders, a prosthetic, different from the black and gold one he uses now resting on his thigh. His cock stood plump and heavy, drops of precum oozing out. You gasped as you pulled the picture from where it was attached, mesmerized by his abs and a little drunk on the lines of veins scattered over his cock.

"I took that one in nineteen sixty two. Used to have long hair then."

His silky voice floated through the air, causing you to yelp and throw away the pic in your rush, your wide eyes directed at the mirror. A sharp prick crackled down your spine, the temperature dropping to an eerie level, a pounding blasting away in the recess of your head.

There was nobody behind you.

The mirror showed nothing, only your terrified face and the picture which was now hovering vertically in the air behind you.

You flipped around to find Bucky Barnes casually leaning against his drum set, totally in the reflecting range of the mirror.

Fuck.

"You- you…" you started, barely able to hold in the increased thumping of your heart, your mind clogging and shutting down as the drummer smirked at you, metal arm casually twirling his drumsticks the exact same way he had done in that pic.

"Me…" he started, walking over to the drawer next to his dresser, the echoing of his boots the only evidence of his existence if you were watching the mirror. Your body shut down as he pulled out a stack of pictures, lightly extending them towards you.

Vampire.

With shaking hands you took them, careful not to touch his skin. He chuckled at your startled gasp when you were faced with another of his bare body pics, close up pictures of his abs and lips and - fangs. The pictures turned filthier with each one that you tossed behind, the sound of Bucky's drumstick tapping against his thigh almost hypnotizing you.

Pictures from the nineteen twenties. Him and Steve in some bar, dancing with a few women. Him and Natasha in some club in Vegas in the eighties, him and Tony snowboarding through mountains which were no longer snow covered in this century. And to end it all, another picture of him with somebody else's hands wrapped around his dick, his eyes shut in pure ecstasy.

Well, that kinda stung.

That burned. You did harbour a tiny crush on the drummer, his blue eyes and fluffy hair and the faint lines of stubble along his cheeks always drawing you to him.

You hated that he was showing you pictures of somebody else touching him in that way.

It should have been you.

A cold hand touched your chin, a body sliding behind you. You felt him tilt your neck up, holding you still so you could keep facing the mirror.

"That was my girlfriend from the sixties. She was one hell of a minx," You couldn't watch what he was doing to you, not in the mirror at least. From the corners of your eyes, Bucky Barnes was gazing down at you, still in his drummer's outfit, all black and leather with heavy rings on all fingers. And nailpolish.

F*ck.

Bucky Barnes was telling you something about his fling from the sixties. 'She must be all grey and old now' you thought bitterly, shaking your head at why were you even so possessive about him.

You couldn't explain it. You just were.

And why the hell were your panties dripping wet already?

"Sweet fuck, I can smell you from here," Bucky started, fingers lining over your jaws and pushing your head backwards, his metal arm slowly flotterong over your breasts. "Does the thought of me fucking somebody eles turn you on?"

You shook your head faster than you had expected, not really into the idea that he would believe you had a cuckolding kink, angry red lines of possessiveness keeping you from exploring things.

"So this pretty little thing," He wrapped his arms around your chest and pushed your breasts upwards, his thighs spreading and landing on both sides of your hips, keeping you from moving. "Likes to hear me talk about my old flames. So she can go imagine herself in their place and touch herself till she falls asleep. Isn't it?"

"Does knowing that I can make dames like you fall to their knees in seconds make you crave to be one of them?"

How does he know?

It is. You looked at pictures of Bucky every night, touching yourself and crying out his name, imagining his voice directing you to touch yourself in whichever places you did. You sometimes fantasize that it was him running his hands over your body and making you fall apart on his fingers, tongue and cock.

You sometimes played audio tapes of the select few interviews he had done, his velvety voice pushing you towards your brink.

"You couldn't keep yourself from coming in here, could you? Coming here to find out who I was. How old I am. Where I come from." He sneered, the sharp prick of something- his fangs, burning against your shoulder.

"Tell me, princess, isn't this what keeps you hooked to your phone all damn day?" You felt another prick on the side of your arm, his metal fingers lowering from your breasts to lift up the end of your top, slowly carving its course over the waistband of your jeans. "I got your dm's. I have access to your search history and your screenshots. Safe to say princess, you are pretty obsessed with me."

"I'm not. I was suspicious," you started, hesitating and watching his hands go lower before he popped open the button of your jeans, sliding the chain down. "I came across a few pictures which- which didn't seem right."

"I got Tony to hack into your account and inject a trojan. That's why you got all those pictures in just one sitting. Those aren't really for public eyes , babygirl. I wanted you to see them."

Fuck. Fuck.

Bucky Barnes wanted you to know who he was. If this day couldn't get any better. You remembered the last time you had met him, revelled in the fact that he had held your hand for a quarter of a second, mentally dancing when he leant in and pulled you in for a hug.

You never wanted him to let you go. You even tried to soak up his cold touch, already begotten by the stell blue of his eyes.

Tilting your head slightly you looked at the man- vampire, holding you to him, sliding his hands down your panties, his eyes glowing red, his fangs on full display, faint lines of your blood raking through them.

Isn't this what you had always wanted? Isn't he what you had always wanted? You hadn't counted on Bucky being a vampire, but didn't that make things better?

Good judgement had left this conversation a long time back.

Doesn't vampire venom on mixing with human blood form some kind of aphrodisiac? He would have to feed you his blood to turn you, and something told you Bucky wanted youtube as human as possible for him.

"Fuck. Can't wait to have a taste. You've got any idea how desperate your sweet smell got me for you?" He slid his metal hand into your hair, tugging at the roots and pulling your head backwards, its pair pinching your clit. He towered over you, catching your lips in the messiest upside-down kiss, all teeth and spit and breathless gasps as you grabbed the back of a chair, holding on for dear life.

"I felt like I was dying again, having to hold myself back from doing that. If you didn't come here tonight," his fangs tore out, digging into the skin of your jaw and skimming down your throat. "I'd have come to get you."

You gasped, your head reeling. This was all too much to take, and everything you had ever wanted.

Too much at once.

"Don't look at me like that, baby doll. You wanted me. I wanted you." Bucky shrugged, not missing a beat before he was swooping down, digging his fangs over your bared neck and biting down, hard.

You screamed, louder than you had ever, two holes digging into your neck and drops of blood dribbling down in the mirror, getting licked up by something which did not have a reflection. The mirror played its part, a witness to Bucky claiming you as his own, his hands possessively sliding over your folds as white hot light tore through your vision, your legs jerking apart at the burst of pleasure streaming through your body.

He kept flicking your folds, tremors burning through your body as he played with you, gently licking up your blood and smearing his venom to seal the wound. You watched the gaping holes fill up for a second before he was biting down on the exact same spot, the pain sharper and much more pleasurable as you vision fogged, your legs convulsing from his teasing and mind hazy from the venom he was transferring into your bloodstream.

"You get what you want, here. All your dreams and fantasies which you write about," Bucky whispered in your ears, lips drenched with your blood, leaving marks of their bloody trail over your skin, an unhinged glint in his eyes.

He turned you around, making you face him in his full vampiric glory, eyes a fading red and lips caked with your blood, his tongue dipping out to lick some of the liquid up. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you steady. The metal arm inched up to lace around your throat, forcing you to look into his eyes, two fingers shoved into your needy cunt, the base of his rings working against your clit.

"In return I get to keep you. I feed from you. I fuck you. Only I get to have you. Forever."

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