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mcfreakin-bxtch · 4 years

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Cockwarming with Bucky 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I hope you enjoy! (and whoops i added a daddy kink don’t mind me)

It’s too hot.

Waaay too fucking hot. But that’s what you get for hugging a super soldier—more like clinging to his equally slick and scorching skin—while he’s balls deep inside your weeping pussy.

While it is good being close to him like this, it’s been nothing but coiled torture for you, teasing you until you can’t take any more. What’s worse is that it’s only been ten minutes of Bucky sitting in his office chair, going over reports for the mission debrief he has to present in the morning, and you’re already a panting, pathetic mess. Can you really be blamed, though, when you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock as he sits comfortably inside you, so deep that you can practically feel him bulging in your stomach. When you’ve been waiting for him to come home for weeks now, not touching yourself under his orders and promises of fucking your brains out until you can no longer stand. When every stretch of his muscles brushes against yours and you swear to fucking hell that if he moves one more time you’re going to scream.

“Bucky,” you whimper. “Please, I ne—mhgm.” He cuts you off with a slap to your sore ass.

“What was that, doll?” He raises an eyebrow, eyes stern and swirling with dark lust; your pussy clenches around his thick member, and a tick in his jaw is the only sign you get that lets you know it affected him.

“I’m sorry daddy.” You whine.

“I know,” he coos. “I just need you to wait just a little bit longer. Can you do that for me, baby?”

You bite your lip to hold back the protest rising in your chest and nod your head, clutching him closer to you to bury your face in his neck as you adjust your legs to get more comfortable. He plants a kiss on the side of your neck and goes back to typing.

Okay. Okay you can do this. Just breathe and ignore the fact that you’re sitting on top of him and you feel like you’re going to implode by the agonizing clicking on the keyboard and the painful, electric fluttering of your velvety walls as you fight the instinct to move. Just ignore all of that and you can make it through this.

Barely a minute goes by and you’re back to fidgeting on his lap, grumbling and whimpering at every little scratch of his cock against your sensitive walls.

“Darling,” he warns, not even turning away from his work.

“‘M sorry,” you’re quick to apologize. “I can’t just sit here with your dick in me and not fucking move.”

Your heart skips and your eyes widen as soon as you register your outburst. You wait with baited breath for your punishment—you hope that whatever it is, it gives you that delectable friction you’ve been begging for—but when you feel his shoulders and stomach trembling with gruff laughter, you lift your head away from his neck and muster the best pout you can make with the curve of your lips.

“Aww,” Bucky drawls mockingly. “Is my babygirl upset?” You shake your head. “Too fucking cockhungry for your own good, hm?” You nod, which makes him chuckle again; you can’t help but join in with your own. “I gotta do these reports baby, you know that. Why don’t you just go on your phone while I finish up?”

“It’s on the bed,” you sigh.

Bucky leans up and meets your lips with a sweet kiss that makes you moan, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You run your fingers through his soft hair and tug; the harsh bite on your bottom lip is a reminder of what’s to come, enlightening a delicious shiver through your core.

He wraps his arm around your waist, the cold metal digging into your feverish skin, and uses his legs to push the office chair back until your phone is at arms reach.

“Here,” he starts to hand it to you, but the stretch of his neck as he grabs it is too alluring to ignore and you dive in with sloppy kisses to the exposed flesh. He grunts and shifts, a flash of searing pleasure shooting from your cunt all throughout the rest of your body; you’re too wired to stop, adding teeth among the trails your tongue leaves and slowly, ever so carefully, start grinding against him so that the curls of his hair that trails down brushes against your pulsing clit.

“Oh you wanna play like that, huh?” He tsks, but try as he might to sound stern, the waver in his voice gets you to grin and, with a much harder and clearer thrust that earns you a warning squeeze against your thigh as your phone drops back on the bed with a bounce, you lean down to whisper hotly in his ear,

“Well, do your worst, daddy.”

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 3 years

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Baby Love - Part 10

A/N - Finally an update!! 💕

chrisevans I'm so excited to announce that Y/N and I are expecting!! We are both over the moon.... i cannot even put into words how happy i am right now.

Mama and baby are both doing great and Dodger is thrilled that he's about to become a big brother.

#BabygirlEvansComingSoon

It was a few weeks after the premiere, middle of May, my 5th month in my pregnancy that Chris finally put out the announcement and surprisingly it went well....better than i could ever have imagined. The messages from Chris's fans were amazing! Of course there was still some haters but nothing that was too awful or couldn't be ignored. It was nice that it was out now and i didn't have to worry about someone finding out and leaking it to the press.

Chris was scheduled to start filming 'Defending Jacob' a series for Apple TV mid June through to July. The good thing being it was filming in Massachusetts, 20 minutes from home so he wouldn't have to stay away.

Chris was finally upstairs getting ready so he could head to set, he had been whining this morning about wanting to stay home with his girls.

I was currently laying on the sofa in a sports bra and shorts, with my now 6 month belly showing while i watched some crappy daytime show.... i had removed Chris's t-shirt when i started getting hot flushes.

"Okay im ready to.....go. Jesus christ why are you half naked right now?" I looked round to see Chris looking me up and down like i was the tastiest thing he'd ever seen. I rolled my eyes looking back at the TV "hot flushes, i sweat through my shirt...i feel like I'm burning alive"

"Such a drama queen" he chuckled

"Excuse you?..... you wanna try going through this??" I snapped, i knew as soon as it was out of my mouth it was uncalled for and instantly felt bad "I'm sorry i didn't mean to snap.... is the damn AC even working?" i said almost feeling like i was gonna cry. Chris came walking over crouching in front of me with a cold cloth and draped it across my forehead.

"That should help a little and i got you some ice..." he passed me a cup of ice chips and i cried.

"Hey! Whats wrong?"

"You're just the best boyfriend ever"

"Awww" he chuckled pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Don't.... I'm all sweaty and gross"

"I like you all sweaty" he wriggled his eyebrows making me laugh "and you're not gross..... you're beautiful. I nearly had a heart attack seeing you laying here looking like this.... now i really don't wanna leave"

"You have to, stop making excuses"

"I dont want to leave you alone like this..."

"I wont be, Scott's coming over we're gonna go for lunch later"

"Oh.... "

"You're okay with that right?"

"Yeah of course" he smiled before leaning in to give me a kiss.

"Hey! its just me!" Scott yelled from the front door on cue.

"In here!" I yelled reaching my hands out to Chris to help me up into a sitting position.

"Yikes! what is going on with you you're a mess" Scott said looking concerned.

"Thanks! Thats just what i needed to hear Scotty" i scooped out an ice chip and popped it in my mouth.

"Hot flushes" Chris told Scott and he pulled a face.

"I'll be okay in a minute, it'll pass. Though im pretty tempted to go jump in the damn pool right about now"

"Stay outta the pool sweetheart, maybe a lukewarm bath or shower would help?"

"I'll be fine Chris, you need to go or you're gonna be late"

"I don't wanna leave you alone...."

"Err hello? Im here, she's not alone" Scott said coming to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Can you put your shirt back on.....i don't feel comfortable...." Chris started to say while looking me over again.

"Stop! I am not putting that thing back on when i feel like I'm in the pits of hell Evans!" I said pointing at the soaking wet t-shirt on the table " besides Scott's seen me in my bathing suit plenty of times.... I'm wearing more now than i was then! also incase you forgot.... I'm not his type"

"I feel insulted!" Scott gasped before smiling at his brother.

"Just go to work! I will call you if i need anything, we'll be fine".

Chris sighed but nodded, he leant in and gave me a kiss and finally left for set.

"Geez he always like that?"

"No, he's got a little more protective as the pregnancy has gone on but that was new"

"He's probably just worried about you. This is the first time he's had to really leave you since you've been pregnant"

"He'll be back tonight! He needs to chill out. I know i sound like a bitch and i really don't mean to but i literally feel like Satan himself is roasting my body!"

"You want some more ice chips?"

"Yes please".

After another 30/40 minutes i finally felt myself cooling down.

"Oh thank god! I think it passed"

"For now"

"Thanks!" I laughed "I've had a few hot flushes here and there but nothing like that... that was brutal!"

"Well I'm glad it passed, why don't you go take a shower and we'll go get some lunch, it will do you good to get some fresh air, we can even take Dodger"

"Sounds good to me".

Scott and i grabbed lunch at a small family run cafe that was kinda tucked away, not a lot of people actually knew about it which was the reason we chose this place when we'd have lunch....it also had a small outside seating area where we could sit with Dodger.

Once we were done with lunch we took Dodger for a walk in the park where he found a new friend, they ran around together for a good half an hour.

"Wow he's gonna be beat" Scott laughed as we sat on a bench watching the two dogs running around.

"Good! He has too much energy!"

I chuckled "i'll be wanting to sleep and he brings me his toys wanting to play its exhausting" i said exaggerating, truth was i loved that Dodger always wanted my attention.

"Well he's gonna have to learn to share you when my niece arrives"

"Do you think he'll be okay with the baby?"

"Im sure he will, Dodge is a good boy"

"The best, i just worry. I worry about everything lately though" i laugh rubbing my hand over my belly "you ready to head back?"

"Sure"

I whistle and call for Dodger and he comes running straight over allowing me to attach he's leash.

"Lets go home bubba" i scratched behind his ear before handing the leash to Scott.

We got back to the house and let Dodger out of the car, he ran straight towards the front door and started growling and scratching at the door.

"Hey stop!" Scott said quickly and Dodger turned to look at him before starting again this time barking loudly.

"Whats his problem?"

"I don't know....."

"Maybe Chris is home?"

"His car isn't here....." i opened the door and Dodger ran inside sniffing everywhere.

"Hey Chris you home?" Scott called out but i already knew he wasn't, this didn't feel right.....

"Scott, somethings wrong....."

"What do you mean?" He asked turning to me looking concerned.

"I don't know its just a feeling i have"

Dodger suddenly ran past us and up the stairs, we followed him up to find him sitting outside mine and Chris's bedroom scratching at the door.

"Chris....." Scott called again thinking Dodger just wanted to get to him but no answer, the house was silent.

Scott stepped forward and opened the door and we both gasped at the what we saw. The whole room was trashed.

"Scott..... what if someones still in the house?" I turned to him with wide eyes as panic set it.

"Stay in here with Dodger, I'm gonna check the house..."

"No! Just call the cops, stay in here with us!"

"I'll be fine! They're probably long gone, Dodger would be going crazy if they were still here...but i just wanna make sure".

"Please be careful! I'll call the cops"

"Okay lock the door behind me".

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Dangerous Love (Pt. 13 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 1.7 K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

<- Previous part (12)

{Justice League - DC Masterlist}

Freedom

“Bruce! I'm back!” You yell as you push the door closed with your back, carrying the two bags from the supermarket. Alfred is driving the car to the garage. Today was the fourth time you went out all by yourself. Alfred has to drive since you still can't take your license, but you feel like you're doing well. He stays in the car while you buy the stuff you want, and it's actually good to be out there, with the people. “I met this sweet lady on the line and she was so cute. She told me about her grandson who's starting in the kinder garden this year.” You follow the sound of his voice coming from the living room, leaving the bags on the table at the main hall and making your way there. “She–”

The words get stuck on your throat when you see he's not alone. Amanda Waller and the other five people responsible for Belle Reve are here. You're frozen, busted because you don't know if they should know about all the freedom you're having. You look at Bruce, searching for any signs of what to do. His expression is calm, light, and he reaches out his hand. “Come here, sweetheart.” He says, and you take a few seconds to find your legs, making your way over him, taking his hand, noticing how yours are shaking.

“Is everything alright?” You whisper to him.

“I see Havoc is already allowed out. And apparently without your supervision.” One of the men speaks, his angry eyes on you. This one wants you back in your cell, being beaten up.

“She is. (Y/N) is adapting wonderfully well.” Bruce says. “This is not the first time she goes out without me, and there hasn't been any kind of incident.”

“I couldn't help but notice you engaged in a romantic relationship with her,” Amanda states, reading something on her tablet. “The rest of the world didn't recognize her, but we did. You've been seen with her in... Three different galas.”

“I'm well aware of the contract we both signed, Amanda. I made it. And a romantic relationship wasn't mentioned, which means it wasn't forbidden.” You hold tight on his arm as he speaks. “And yes, I've been to some parties with her, I believe you saw us on the news.”

“I don't need you to tell me about the contract, Bruce. I read it. And honestly, I couldn't care less about who you want to put in your bed.” She mumbles, typing something down. “Let's make it quick, Bruce. We're here for a reason, but Havoc isn't the only criminal we have to deal with.”

“Her name is (Y/N). And soon enough you won't have to deal with her anymore.” Bruce turns to you, placing a kiss on your lips. “I need you to wait upstairs, my love. You can't be present while we discuss this.”

Nodding, you give them one last look before walking away.

But you can't go to your room. You're too scared now. What if you lose what you have here? Your life with Bruce... If you're thrown back in Belle Reve... You can't handle it anymore, you'll die. Inside first, until your body gives up. So you move downstairs, a few steps so the wall is hiding you, sitting down and paying attention, trying to bring sense to their words.

“Mr. Wayne, eight months ago you took in one of Belle Reve's intern, (Y/N) Quinzel, also known as Havoc, to test a project of your creation. In which you tried to rehabilitate her, so that she could have a life out of her criminal actions, being able to be fully reintroduced into life in society.” The man speaks slow, and by the looks of it, they must be recording it. “Do you believe your project succeded?”

“Yes.” Bruce answers.

“Do you believe (Y/N) could be released to live among other people without causing any kind of harm, stealing, killing, torturing, or any other dangerous behavior?”

“Yes.”

“Are you aware that the condition for her release is you being completely responsible for her actions from now on?”

“Yes, I am.”

“It will be like a damn marriage, Wayne.” Someone says, and your heart stops. “Anything she does, she steals a freaking pencil, you'll have to answer for it. You'll be bound for life.”

“Good,” Bruce mumbles, and you hear some laughs.

“For goodness sake, Wayne. I get that you want to have fun with her. The girl is insane but pretty, I'm not blind. But–”

“I'm not having fun with her. And you will watch your tongue before talking about (Y/N) again.” A smile comes to your lips, and you cover your mouth with a hand. Every passing day you're more and more sure that Bruce is going serious with you. That he has a goal with your relationship, but it still warms your heart when he says something like that.

“Whatever you want, Bruce Wayne,” Amanda mutters. “I will need you to sign here. And your fingerprints.”

A silence falls, and everything you hear is your heartbeat. Bruce told you he was starting the last procedures to set you free once and for all, but you didn't think it would happen so fast. Guess he did had everything under control after all.

Your mind suddenly floats back to when you first got here, when you tried to run, when you attacked him so brutally. Back then, on the first days, you never thought you'd fall for him. And it took a while for you to even allow yourself to. Bruce, being Batman, the hero, could never have feelings for you. And it's true that the signs where there, when he touched you, or when he went to your room to dance with you, leaving the party behind... But you were so scared back then... That you'd have your heart broken for the very first time.

But it had a happy ending. An ending you know you don't deserve. You want to be with Bruce, you want the life you have now, to go to college next month, study and become a nurse. Find a job and... The rest you don't know. But you know it'll be good.

“Go get the girl. I need her fingerprints too.” Amanda speaks up.

You hear his footsteps as they grow closer. You stand up when you see him on the bottom of the stairs, waiting until he reaches you.

“Did you hear it?”

You nod, letting yourself fall into his embrace when he opens his arms. “I don't want to see any of them ever again.”

“You won't, I promise.”

“Bruce... A-are you sure you'll sign that thing? I heard what they said.”

“Hey...” He pulls away, just enough to look into your eyes. “I already signed and I don't regret it. This is the last step, (Y/N), don't let them get to your head.”

“Okay,” you mumble, tiptoeing to kiss him.

Bruce guides you back to the living room, and you try to keep your head up, fearless.

“Havoc. Put both your hands here.” Amanda says, her voice filled with anger and disgust. She doesn't want to release you, but she has no choice. Nodding, you place both hands on her tablet. You watch as the screen reads all your ten fingerprints, and your picture appears on the top. Then, a green X covers it, blinking, and then everything is gone. And now, with your hand still on it, the screen shows up a few dots, and the word ‘searching’. “It's done, Havoc. But don't you ever come back under my jurisdiction again... I won't give you any other chance. Even if another Kryptonian comes from the sky demanding for it.”

“(Y/N).” you simply say, stepping back until you're by Bruce's side.

“Of course.” She mutters. “Well, I believe this is it. Mr. Wayne, I believe we're done here.”

“You may now kiss the bride, Wayne.” A man says, and two others laugh with him. You sink a little, stepping back, letting Bruce's shoulder hide you.

“You won't get an invitation Mr. Rochford, but I'm sure you'll know about it on the news,” Bruce says and the men immediately shut up. “I must ask you to leave now. Our business is over. For good.”

“I wish you luck, Mr. Wayne.” Amanda Waller reaches out her hand and Bruce shakes it.

You stand there, watching them leave. It's ridiculous, but you feel like your chains are falling off. All the terror, the infinite days and neverending nights in that hell are over. You still don't like thinking about it, and remembering is painful, but you're glad that's what it is now: a memory. A distant, faded memory. Some scars will accompany you for the rest of your life, even though Bruce has you under some esthetic treatments to get rid of most of them. But you're ok with that, with the ones that will stick around. They'll be a different kind of badge now, a prove that you crawled out of that nightmare, and despite needing a little push, you did some of the work too.

“Why are you crying, my love?” Bruce asks when he comes back, but you haven't noticed the tears rolling down.

“It's nothing, I just... I'm happy. Truly, wholeheartedly happy, I...” He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight. “I love you so damn much, Bruce, but... I guess I love me too. Who I am now, who I want to become.”

“Whatever happens now, (Y/N), it's up to us. To you. You can make your own decisions, and I'll be here to support you.”

“I know, babe.” Pulling away, you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Life starts now, and... I want you in it.”

“Me too, sweetheart. That's why I had no trouble sighing that contract.” His eyes get darker, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“What is it, Bruce?” He's dead serious, bouncing you up to have a better grip.

“Marry me.”

Your heart stops, as the answer slides down your tongue. Enough with the nightmares. This life is way better than any dream you couldbever have.

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gangrenados · 4 years

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Softness and Jason

•Jason hadn't had much affection in his life, so when you show him some he gets shy and gets red

•but boy he does loves when you show him some affection

•He craves it, it's like a painkiller

•Jason loves forehead kisses it makes him smile like an idiot and put him in a good mood all day

•Cuddle seasons when he had a fight Dick. Jason will talk about how much he wants to go out and do some vigilante stuff, but because of Dick it gets kind of hard to do so

•You will kiss his temple and run your fingers through his hair hoping it will calm him down

•Jason gives you affection to you too, but the first times it felt wired, he needed to get used to it and after a while it was as normal as breathing

•Jason is a bear hugger. When he gives you one he tends to hug you hard just to annoy you .

•Likes to hold hands but if someone in the team point it out he would get a little embarrassed, not because of you of course, but because the facade of the thought Jason is gone

•Call him by a cute nickname and he will giggle like a schoolgirl

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anxiousstark · 5 years

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緣分 ⎪Yuanfen {3}

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary: A relationship by fate or destiny; the blinding force of two people. But it is more difficult than that.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1462.

A/N: None.

IMPORTANT: Tony Stark is 45 years old in this story and the reader is 28.

"That was Thor's favourite mug!" Clint hollered when Y/N had completely destroyed it.

Natasha had decided, something that was obvious, that they had to help her handle her powers, but apparently, it wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought.

"It's okay." Thor responded quickly before Y/N could apologize. "It was my favourite cup, but it’s okay. You're learning to control your powers. I can buy another one anyway!" He beamed when he saw that the girl was a little embarrassed. And who wouldn’t be?

She had tried to grab a million things, and all of them had burned and disappeared. Now, in the living room and kitchen, there was a burning smell. Everyone could see that Y/N wanted to stop "practising" and that she preferred to sit on the floor without disturbing anyone and without having to pick up or touch anything.

"Could you get me the coffee pot in that little closet?" Steve pointed to one of the cabinets where they kept coffee and some other spices. "Try it." He offered a small smile.

“Try it, you can do it. Remember that minutes ago you were able to dress and nothing happened to the clothes."

She took a breath through her nose, trying to convince herself that she could do it. She imagined in her head how she would open the cabinet without any problem and how she would take out the coffee and then give it to Steve.

Her hand slowly gripped the handle of the cabinet.

"Can’t you ask her to take out something else?" Hawkeye's voice rang in the background, deconcentrating and ending the calm air that she was feeling. "I can’t live without coffee."

The door began to produce bubbles quickly and broke loose from the closet, falling to the floor. Y/N could feel her heart pounding and a lump in her throat. She looked at the others, who were looking back at her. She thought they were all angry when in fact they were worried about what she might be feeling. Nobody liked to fail.

Tony appeared, walking into the kitchen, finally leaving his lab for a while. He looked around and quickly knew what was happening. "Oh my goodness." He said when he examined the cabinet.

Y/N closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Tony didn’t seem to be a bad person, but anyone would lose patience with her and her powers, or so she thought.

"Oh my goodness!" Tony repeated it again. "Thank goodness that someone has broken the cabinet! I already have the excuse I needed to be able to remodel the kitchen." He smiled when the young woman looked perplexed at him. "Thank you."

"I'm sure if it had been the other guy, he would have screamed at me." Bruce whispered beneath his breath.

"Probably." Clint murmured back. He scowled as he looked at the girl, but then noticed another gaze on him and decided to look for where it came from. Natasha. She looked at him furiously, and he knew immediately that she wasn’t pleased with the attitude he was having. Clint wasn’t going to accept her so easily.

"There is a room ready for you to spend the night." Tony addressed his words towards Y/N. "I hope it's up to your liking even though it’s not much. Tomorrow you could go with Natasha to buy clothes." He saw the girl open and close her mouth without stating anything. "Yes, that means you can stay in. As long as you help us and tell us anything you can remember about yourself, you can stay with us."

"Thankfully, the entire building has surveillance camer-" Clint couldn’t finish his sentence when a great force was against his stomach and then against his back. A great pain ran through his body. Thor had thrown his hammer at him, and Clint had ended up against a wall due to the force. Thor’s hammer against his abdomen, keeping him in place.

Everyone stared at Thor, in shock. "I was tired of his remarks." He muttered, glancing sideways at the new girl. In the past, Thor had had to endure derogatory comments, and he knew that despite ignoring them, those comments could do a lot of damage.

"Good thing, I was going to hit him." Natasha reacted, relieved.

"The other guy almost appears because of his comments."

"I don’t believe in violence to solve problems until it is necessary." Steve paused, looking at his friend who was trying to take the hammer off. Then, he looked at Y/N. "And this was necessary." "I think we all need to go to bed already." The captain added.

A great pain flooded her head. She tried to think about where she had come from and why there was a constant pain in her heart. She felt that she was trying to escape from someone, but from whom? Who was she trying to escape from and why didn't she remember anything?

She tried to stop thinking, but every time she tried to ignore those thoughts, they flooded back in a more aggressive way.

Lying on "her bed" looking towards the ceiling of the room, there were small stickers in the form of stars that illuminated part of the room. She couldn't help but smile.

She leaned on her right side and closed her eyes, letting the soothing smell of the sheets help her sleep and calm her heartbeat. And when it seemed that her body was falling into a dream abyss, a few small knocks at the door sounded.

She got up from the bed trying not to touch anything with her hands and slowly approached the door. She was afraid to open it, thinking that those people who were looking for her could be behind the door with the mission of capturing her or doing something horrible. But at the thought that it could be Tony, she managed to turn the doorknob without damaging it.

When she opened the door, the smile disappeared from her face. There was no one there.

She was going to close the door when she realized there was a package wrapped in a green paper on the floor. She crouched down, sat on the floor and looked at the package curiously before opening it or touching it. She noticed that there was a white note on top of the package.

'I think they will be of help, I designed them myself. Tony S :) '.

The smile returned to her face and she quickly opened the package and the smile disappeared again from her mouth when she saw what Tony had designed for her.

Gloves.

They were red gloves with some details in light blue. Y/N realized that when she was in the kitchen with the other Avengers, Tony had not been with them. He had been in his laboratory creating gloves that would allow her to touch things without burning them until she learned to control her powers.

She noticed how her eyes filled with tears and she felt guilty for some reason, but at the same time, she was happy that someone cared about her. Without taking another second, she put on her gloves and went back to her room, closing the door behind her.

Tony was hiding at the end of the corridor, trying to see Y/N's reaction after having created those gloves for her. For a moment he couldn't see her reaction because her hair covered her face, but then he could see a big smile and couldn't help but smile back. Then, he felt a small pain in his chest, his reactor seemed full of energy for some reason.

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mcfreakin-bxtch · 4 years

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The Mandalorian x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Some angst, A happy ending because I couldn’t bear giving them a sad one

Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: After a million more years I finally finished it. Thank you to all who have been sticking with me and the story!

*Italics - Flashback

Out of Love // Lovely // Start Over

Din watched you from afar.

Your smile radiated throughout the small little valley. He used to think it was the most beautiful thing in the world; your smile, your laughter, your eyes, your nose, your—he could go on and on.

It’s not that he didn’t think any of that anymore, oh definitely not. He couldn’t imagine his life without you.

But, there was his little girl. His little girl, with his hair and your eyes, grabbing a handful of flowers with small, grubby hands. The Child ran behind her, or as much as he could; he was having fun regardless.

His little girl, who brought him nothing but happiness. Who gave him a whole new meaning to his life, who saved him from his own self destruction. The little human girl that Din would undoubtedly and unconditionally love for the rest of his days, and even after if that was a possibility; the one he would give up everything for.

So yeah, you used to be on the very, very top of that list of beautiful things he’d seen in his lifetime. That was before she came along. And when he first laid eyes on your daughter, his daughter, he couldn’t stop crying after getting over the initial shock that this beautiful baby girl was a part of him. It amazed him that someone like him, hard, vicious, quiet, and dangerous, could create something so precious and small.

Din, however, never planned for any of this. He never prepared himself for a family. For a quiet, settled life in a nice little valley. For you. Even watching his small but perfect family ahead of him, he still couldn’t fathom that fact that this was his. At first, it just didn’t seem… right.

“Din?”

Cara thought she was going to have to grab Mando and shake him. Slap him even, if it woke him up from his anxiety induced trance. You stood there, swollen belly and a fury of emotions; shock, a double take, comprehension, grief, acceptance, then anger. Pure anger that even had the ex trooper scared.

“Y-Y/N.” Din breathed. It felt—good, saying your name like that again without the pain punching him in the gut. The guilt, yes that was still there of course. But you were there, standing in front of him, carrying his child and looking like you were absolutely ready to murder him. It kinda made him feel whole again.

“Cara,” you said with a calmness that made Cara shiver. “Can you please leave us alone for a minute?”

Din was rightfully terrified. You may have been heavily pregnant, but he knew without a doubt that you would and could destroy him.

You were seething in your silent rage. He could sense it. And because of that, he didn’t dare say another word until you did.

“Why?” You said calmly; a hidden storm waiting to explode with devastating rage.

That one word, so simple and short, was enough to make him shudder out a breath, so filled with unshed tears and a heartache so strong that it was going to kill him.

“I had t—”

“Don’t,” you snarled, your voice layered with the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t you dare say that, Din. You didn’t have to, you wanted to.”

His heart broke all over again. He made the love of his life, his rock, his world, believe that he—he didn’t want her. You truly believed him when he said it, and he knew it was no one’s fault but his own, but hearing it from you was a whole nother thing on its own. It made it feel even more real, a sin he couldn’t cleanse.

“So tell me,” you continued when he didn’t speak. “Tell me why you’re here. If you didn’t want me, or…” she gulped, furiously wiping away the tears, not that it did much good. “Or love me anymore. Why are you here?” Then realization dawned on you. “Cara.”

“She brought me here. I didn’t know…” That probably wasn’t the best thing to say, but it was the truth.

Your face hardened and your eyes became colder. “How long are you staying?”

He shrugged his shoulders. He couldn’t find the words he wanted to say, the words that crippled him and ate away at him. The words he wanted to say to you.

You laughed humorlessly, all the while cradling your bump. Din couldn’t stop staring at it, and at the same time he had a hard time looking at it too.

“Fine. Just… just leave me alone, Din.” You said and started to walk away.

It’s like time slowed down and his life flashed before his eyes. His heart pounded with a vengeance and everything just… stopped.

And he couldn’t do it. Not anymore, and not this time. He let you go before, practically threw you out, and this had to be a chance, right? His second chance at redemption. Not just for leaving you, but for everything bad thing he had ever done in his life; every life he’d ever taken, every bad decision he ever made, it was all screaming at him, taunting him.

“Stop!” He shouted.

You halted right in your steps, stiff and back turned towards him. You didn’t turn around, only tilted your head to the side to let him know you were listening.

“And why should I Din? You made it perfectly clear last time—”

“I’m sorry.” He stopped you. “I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for leaving you, for not being there for you. I’m sorry that I thought of myself, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you…” He could’ve kept going if you didn’t interrupt him.

“Didn’t tell me what?” You demanded, now facing him.

Your eyes held so much in them. Blurred and red from your tears but still just as breathtaking, especially in the sun. Din couldn’t take his eyes away from them, despite the fact that you couldn’t see, and took a step forward. When you didn’t flinch or step back, he took another, and another and another until your stomach barely touched him.

“I—there knew your name.” He finally said. “Quarries, dangerous people. And I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Before, well it wasn’t as strong before—kriff you know what I mean, right? Along the lines I… I fell in love with you and I never stopped. I’m weak. I’ve become so weak in my desperation to—to save you, that I just…”

He didn’t know how to finish it. He hoped that you could understand what he was saying to you. He hoped that you could see beyond his helmet, his armor, like he was so convinced you could do. He hoped that you could forgive him. It didn’t have to be now, but he hoped.

You didn’t waver, only looked him over with hard eyes. He let you assess him, even growing increasingly nervous under the cover of the unknown. Your jaw clenched and you bounced on your heel; Din immediately recognized this as you breaking.

“Din,” you suddenly whispered. “I can’t… if you have no plans at all, of staying and fully committing to this child.” You shook your head, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from sobbing. Sobbing at the image of Din walking away from you again, the man you gave practically everything to, the one who opened himself up to you—it was a sight you couldn’t stand, but you would do anything for your baby, and you would not let anyone, not even the Mandalorian, hurt him or her in any way.

Din nodded. “I know.” He took a deep breath. “This is all… very new to me. I can’t say I’ll be a great father, or a—a lover.”

“Stay,” you said. “I—I’m not going to entirely forgive you right away, and there’s gonna be a lot of moments where I’m going to be very pissed off at you, and they’re going to come randomly. There’s going to be moments where I may not trust you to the fullest extent. We’re going to have to really work at this if we want it to work. Understand?”

He nodded to the point of giving himself a little headache under the weight of the helmet; the joy of another chance overweighed the uncomfortableness. “Yes. Thank you.”

You gave him a final stare and hard nod before saying, “Alright then, tin can.”

You smiled then, small but fuck. It was perfect. A whole new light of hope that he could touch. Speaking of—

“M-may I?” He asked nervously.

It took you a moment to register what he meant, but when it clicked your face relaxed and warmed up. “Yes.”

It felt so… he couldn’t describe it. You were like an foreign object to him—no, it was the baby growing inside of you. His baby. He wasn’t sure on how to touch you, or how he was supposed to eventually hold this special creature. Din was going to try his fucking damnest to make it work.

He recalled that memory with a fond smile. It brought him to this moment. Now, without the familiar weight of the Creed on him, he took a deep inhale of fresh, sweet air and exhaled with a tilt of his lip.

“Din?” You said again.

Din blinked down at you lazily, smiling in his haze. “Yes, cyar’ika?”

You wrapped your arms around his waist with a lopsided smile and squinted eyes; there wrinkles around them now, and you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. His own wrapped around yours, holding you tightly to him.

“I think there’s a storm coming.” You mumbled into the crook of his neck, lips barely brushing against the juncture of it but still giving him shivers. “We gotta get the kids inside soon.”

“Hmm.”

You looked up at him curiously. “Hey,” you whispered. “Where’d you go?”

The laughter of his children continued to echo. It used to bring nothing to him other than an occasional longing for something more than the life he had. But now, it was so much more and he had you to thank. It all started with you.

“No where’s.” He whispered back. “I’m right here.”

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Baby Love - Part 9

A/N: OMG its been a while!

Hope your all doing okay 💕

This is just a chapter full of fluff im not gonna lie! 💕

Waking up the day after the premiere i dreaded looking at my phone so i just left it on the side and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I wasn't ready to read all the hateful comments again, as long as i didn't look i could just pretend they didn't exist and enjoy my day with Chris. I switched on the radio and hummed along to the song on the radio as i started cooking the bacon and eggs, i actually felt pretty good.

Once breakfast was ready and i had fed Dodger i headed to the bedroom to wake Chris up, he'd had a few drinks last night and had slept like the dead!

"Hey babe.... wake up i made breakfast" i said leaning against the doorframe as i admired the naked man in front of me... he was laying face down hugging my pillow with the sheets just covering his ass. He cracked one eye and looked at me, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he reached a hand out to me.

"Come back to bed" he mumbled.

"Nope, ive cooked breakfast its getting cold" i chuckled crossing my arms and waiting for him to get up.

"At least come and give me a kiss first"

"I forget how needy you get when your hungover..." i rolled my eyes shaking my head but took the few steps forward and took his hand. Chris pulled me closer and rolled onto his back with a wicked grin. As he pulled me onto the bed with him we both laughed before i leaned forward and gave him the kiss he wanted. I suddenly pulled back with wide eyes looking down at him, i saw the worry flashing over his face.

"What is it? Did i hurt you?" He sat up suddenly trying to work out what was wrong. I slowly shook my head before a smile spread on my face.

"The baby just kicked.... like a proper kick. Not just the little flutters i've been feeling....shit! it did it again!" I laughed grabbing Chris's hand and placing it on my stomach where id been feeling movement.

"I can't feel anything..." he said sadly shaking his head.

"Just wait.... give him a minute"

When the baby kicked again Chris's eyes went wide before he started laughing, excitement in his eyes as he brought his other hand up to cup my baby bump.

"Shit..... i felt that!"

"I told you!"

"That was something else....." he muttered staring at my bump his eyes tearing up, I leant forward pressing a kiss to his lips quickly.

"God i love you"

"I love you too. But come on, your son is hungry.... and mama needs sustenance" i laughed jumping up and rushing back out to the kitchen, i heard Chris laughing behind me and i turned round to catch him following me as he finished pulling on a pair of sweats.

"We're going back to bed after though right?" He asked catching up and wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"I think that can be arranged".

Scott had called around lunch time and Chris had obviously told him all about feeling the baby kicking..... half hour later Scott was at the door!

"Uncle Scott is here to feel the kicks!" He said sounding far too excited when he came bursting through the door.

"Sorry Uncle Scott but your nephew is not very active at the moment" i frowned rubbing a hand over my stomach.

"Thats fine i can wait..... i brought chinese" he smiled holding up the bag of take out, my eyes lit up instantly!

"Ooh did you get..."

"Yes! Of course i got you ribs! Do you take me for a fool??" He asked looking insulted that i would even consider he forgot the ribs.

"Your the best!" I beamed over at Scott suddenly overcome with hunger at the mention of ribs! "Hey babe?...."

"I'll get the pickles" Chris called back before i even asked making me laugh, i could just imagine the looks being exchanged between the brothers but i didn't care. Weird pregnancy cravings were the norm by now. A few seconds later Chris walked in with a plate of ribs, a few pickles on the side.... as soon as the smell reached me i felt the baby kick.

"Hey Scott.... your nephew is kicking!" I called out to Scott who was still plating up his food, be came running out and dramatically dived into the empty seat next to me.

"Hey! Be careful!" Chris scolded his brother shaking his head as he handed me the plate.

"Sorry but i didn't want to miss it again!"

"Give me your hand" i held my hand out for Scotts hand and placed it where i was feeling movement "okay just wait a minute......" i said casually as i tucked in to my food, a moan escaping at how good this food was!

"Jesus, you really like those ribs don't you?" Scott laughed.

"You cant even begin to imagine the satisfaction i get from this right now" i pointed to my plate "its even better than sex!"

"Hey!" Chris moaned looking at me like i spat in his food.

"Im not saying the sex is bad.... because wow i cant get enough of you..."

"Ewww" Scott grumbled making me and Chris laugh.

"Sorry Scotty! But its true!" I took a bite of my pickle and moaned again "honestly, you have no idea how good this is right now".

As if the baby was agreeing he gave a kick right where Scotts hand was resting, his eyes went wide for a few seconds then he was leaning closer talking to my bump, introducing himself as Uncle Scott promising to be the best uncle ever!

"Scott you do know the baby cant hear you" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother as he sat the other side of me.

"Of course he can! Babies can hear in the womb Chris and this baby is gonna know his Uncle Scotts voice!"

I looked at Chris smiling and shaking my head "his right, the baby can hear some stuff.... don't worry" i grabbed Chris's hand "he already knows your voice"

"You don't know that...."

"Sure i do, he moves more when you talk" i smiled "he knows his daddy's voice".

"Promise?"

"Promise".

We eventually finished eating and Scott was happy enough that he had felt the baby kicking. We were halfway through some movie the two of them chose when Scott looked up from his cell phone.

"How was your social media this morning after last night?"

"Not a clue.... i refused to look. I was in a good mood this morning , i didn't need to read all of those shitty comments....it stresses me out and thats no good for the baby....."

"You may be surprised, i've seen nothing but nice things being said. Obviously theres still the odd comment.... but most are saying how their happy for you both"

"Seriously....?" I looked over with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah"

"Wow..... i didn't expect that after the last time i was seen in public with you"

"Anything about the baby?" Chris asked his brother who shook his head.

"Funnily enough no one has mentioned it! Im surprised to be honest i thought they'd be all over that, you weren't exactly hiding that bump of yours"

"Maybe you should make an announcement before it gets out some other way...." i looked at Chris and ran a hand over my swollen belly.

"We can do that if your comfortable with it?...."

"Honestly i just want to be able to leave the house without worrying what i'm wearing, worrying that someone will see that i'm pregnant before we've had the chance to break the news ourselves....."

"Okay..... we'll sort something out".

At some point in the evening i must have fallen asleep because one minute i was watching the movie with Chris and Scott and the next i woke up in bed. The room was dim the only light coming from a lamp on Chris's side of the bed. He was laying close i could tell from his body heat, i was just about to turn to see if he was awake or not when he spoke, but he wasn't talking to me..... he was talking to the baby.

"Hey buddy..... i'm your dad....." he said quietly and i felt him gently stroke my stomach "god i suck at this...." he sighed "i just.... i guess i just wanna make sure you know me and that i love you and your mama so much. I promise i'm gonna take real good care of you both....."

"You already do take care of us" i said quietly reaching a hand up to run through his hair....he looked up at me looking a little embarrassed.

"You wasn't supposed to hear that"

"Are you really worried that the baby won't know who are?" I asked looking into those gorgeous blue eyes of his that i get lost in way too easy!

"Well i wasn't until Scott opened his big mouth but now its all i can think about"

"Chris i promise you your son knows your voice already......"

"How can you be sure?"

"He goes crazy whenever your around especially when your talking"

"He does?...."

"Yep" i smiled moving his hand over to the other side so he could feel the constant kicking currently going on.

"See!"

"Thats kinda crazy"

"I know right?..... so can you please turn off the light and come to bed im exhausted" i chuckled, Chris quickly kissed me and bent to drop a kiss on my baby bump before switching off the lamp. He got into bed pulling me against his chest, his hand spread on the bump and mumbled a goodnight.

"Goodnight.... we love you"

"I love you both too".

I fell asleep with a smile on my face thinking about how god damn sweet this man was and i couldn't help but think about what a great dad he was gonna be.

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emptytypewriter · 5 years

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A Hallmark Celebration | Writing Challenge

This is a thank you to everyone who has followed, supported or even just liked something on my blog. I wouldn’t be celebrating 400 followers today if it wasn’t for all of you. 400 isn’t a lot to other people but it means so much to me. When I set up this blog I wasn’t even 100% sure that people would even like my writing or if my writing was up to par with some of the other writing that I had witnessed here.

Now about 2 years later, 400 of you are being incredible and supporting me consistently even though I’ve been away recovering and going through the process of getting a book published. Which wouldn’t have been possible were it not for the people who encouraged me about my writing since the beginning. All of you have been my rock and my support as a writer and I can’t thank you enough for that but I can give you a writing challenge.

When I started writing here it was other people sharing my work, giving me feedback and loving on it that got me to where I am. So I want to give back to everyone, whether you’re a new writer here or you’ve been writing longer than I have, I hope you have fun and challenge yourself to write something fun.

RULES AND INFORMATION

Give the list a scan and send me an ask with the following: your prompt, your pairing (______ x reader/character), and if you know what the genre ( fluff, angst, etc) is going to be, let me know as well.

You don’t have to be following me to participate, it’d be highly appreciated if you wanted to! It would also mean the world if you could reblog this even if you decide to not participate, just to signal boost it!

This challenge isn’t only limited to one fandom rather five because I, as a writing blog, am multifandom. You can write for Marvel (All Marver whether it’s Netflix, Fox, Sony, the MCU or even the comics, go wild!), Sherlock, Merlin (because I recently rewatched it.) and Supernatural, DC (All DC applies here too!). If you’re not sure if you can write for a certain character, hit me up and ask. Or if you want to write for someone not in these fandoms let me know also and it might just be okay.

Keep whatever you write legal, don’t write smut if you’re underage, and no incest! Include the right warnings. I can’t stress this enough. Make sure your warnings are very clearly stated at the start of your fic and that you’re using correct tags! Please be considerate of the dash and the tag that you’re posting in.

If your fic is long (I’d consider long upwards of 500 words) put it under a ‘read more’.

This challenge will be running from today (June 24), until October 2nd 11:59 pm GMT. I know summer is the peak of all these challenges so I thought I’d give people plenty of time to have a chance to join in with all the other challenges happening. You can join in at any time so long as you post by October 2nd.

I will be compiling all fics that have been submitted with a link to them. If you do a series, please make a masterlist for just that series so I can link the masterlist.

Once you have posted, please make sure to tag me in it. I want to be able to track down every fic submitted to share them. Tumblr has been fickle lately with tags so you can also use the tag: #ahallmarkcelebrationchallenge that way I can track the tag and everything that appears in it. If all else fails, your fic doesn’t appear in the tags and Tumblr won’t allow you to tag me. Please send me a message with a link to your fic if I haven’t reblogged/liked your fic within the first two days.

If you have any other questions at all don’t be shy and have the most fun writing!!

PROMPTS

“I don’t know that you need a matchmaker as much as you need an introduction.”

“Deceptively simple, yet brilliant.”

“I believe _____ could use all the help he/she can get.”

“I’m not interested in promises, only results.”

“If my instinct is right, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Food always helps men think.”

“No Tiara?” “No, they wouldn’t let me take it through customs.”

“Keeping people at arms length is an occupational hazard.”

“You should put a window in that wall you’ve put up.” ( Matt Murdock/Bucky Barnes x Reader @littledarlinwrites angst)

“Just the man I was looking.”

“There’s a fine line between being helpful and being deceitful.”

“Oh, thank goodness…I accept your apology.” “That wasn’t an apology.”

“Try walking a mile in my shoes.” “I would but the limo’s so close.”

“Duty calls, a ribbon that needs to be cut apparently.”

“Look at you! You’re a nice guy after all.”

“He/She deserves someone who loves him/her.” “Like you do?”

“From baby steps to giant leaps.”

“How come you’re still in bed?” “I love _____”

“Love has a way of doing that. At times it makes fools of us all but the real fool is the one who fails to heed its calling.”

“Let me guess your prince awaits?” “Yes and impatiently.”

“Leave the big picture stuff to me.”

“I’ve known you since seventh grade. I know you better than you know you.”

“_____ has no integrity.”

“I can’t work for _____ if this is how I’m going to be treated.”

“It’s like I’m unstoppable!”

“My ‘baby blue eyes’?” “Uh, I don’t know, they’re more aquamarine to me.”

“I guess when you’re a kazillionaire you figure you can treat people any way you want.”

“Huh…surprise?”

“Did you go all the way to the North Pole for that Cocoa?”

“I was a girl scout for seven consecutive years and knots were my favourite.”

“When I chose what I wanted, my wishes, from _____’s perspective the magic died.”

“You are so refreshingly honest.”

“I beg your pardon.” “Pardon denied.”

“I can’t go back to the person I was. I won’t.”

“He’s just a client, he doesn’t have to be your friend.”

“What if I told you I wanted you to stay?” ( Mycroft x Cop!Reader @livy1391 angst )

“Are you ready for the best day of your life?”

“If I had a boyfriend this is exactly the wedding I’d want.” ( Wanda x Reader @19mrs-rogers18 fluff )

How can I like someone so much personally, but dislike them so much professionally.”

“I’m on the hook for everything.”

PLOT/AU PROMPTS

**Take these as an initial premise, workshop them as much as makes you comfortable**

A commitment-phobe takes the job as a busy single parent’s nanny. ( Bucky Barnes x Reader @itsjamesstan angsty fluff )

A delve into family history leads an up and coming journalist to an unexpected helper.

Always helping those around in getting their happily ever after, a couple doesn’t realise their own relationship slipping away.

An unsuspecting baker’s mother orchestrates their meet-cute with a doctor after failed attempts of trying to set them up on blind dates.

A wedding planner is set to plan their cousin/close friend’s wedding when their cousin/close friend’s PI ex comes back in their lives to check whether or not the groom is cheating.

I decided to trial the plot/au prompts with a few. If demand is there I’ll as more as for now I hope you have fun and thank you once again for all the support and follows!!

all the love, mk x

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gangrenados · 4 years

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Spooning

first preference for some titans dudes, i hope thiis is ok and not so ugh

Gar Logan

He dosent mind being the big spoon, he likes being close to you especially in those times were everything seems grey and gloomy, but he likes more being held and being honest he adores when you play with his hair, he swears that naps are better when you do this.

Jason Todd

Big spoon cuz it is good to held something and make sure that everything is ok, but his grasp is strong and he is a heavy sleeper so dont expect breaking from it, There are a few times wen he shows his soft side and let you hold him, but those times are rare and heartbreaking.

Dick Grayson

he would prefer if you just lie on top of him, because that feeling of numbness he gets when he lets you use his arm as a pillow is not very nice, he wont admit this btw. Beside this little secret, he likes being the big spoon, it makes him feel that he can keep you safe and sound

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staarshines · 4 years

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Blame || P.P.

Warnings: Endgame spoilers (not really because I flipped everything), character death (obviously, they’re going to vormir) that can be interpreted as suicide, mentions of guns and knives, physical fighting, shit ton of guilt, “language!”

Word Count: 1.5k

You and Peter travel to Vormir in an attempt to get the Soul Stone and bring back half of the universe. What nobody tells you both is that a sacrifice needs to be made.

AU: Your soulmate’s last words are inked on your wrist.

“And watch each other’s sixes!” Rhodey calls out, to which you salute him mockingly, signaling you understood. Leaning on the side of the Benatar, you hold the button to close the gate, taking one last look at Nebula and Rhodey. Once the gate is fully closed, you walk over to the cockpit, sitting down in the pilot’s seat and rubbing your hands together.

“God, this is all so fucking dangerous,” you mutter, causing Peter to laugh on your right.

“It’s what we signed up for, isn’t it?” He asks you, pushing a couple buttons on the console and fastening his belt. You nod, taking in a shaky breath.

“You ever experienced hyperdrive before?” You ask him playfully, knowing neither of you had. He smirks.

“Oh yeah, tons of times. Let’s get this thing going, huh?” You flip a switch and press the red button slightly to your left, remembering everything Nebula had taught you about flying Benatar. The spaceship lifts up rather gracefully, heightening your confidence level. Slowly pushing the speed lever, you ease Benatar out of the atmosphere. Once you’re far away enough from the planet, your heart starts to hammer.

“Just press it,” Peter motions to your hovering hand over the hyperspace button. You bite your lip, turning over your arm to see the inked words “Do you think I’ll see her again?”. Peter notes this and interlaces his fingers in yours. “Baby, we’re not going to die, okay?” You give him a smile, genuinely glad that he was here with you.

No, you didn’t know for sure that you two were soulmates, but everyone agreed that you two were meant for each other. Nobody knew if their partner was the one; that’s what you though was so cruel about this entire thing. People would go their entire lives thinking they had chosen the right person only to find out at seventy, eighty, or sometimes even ninety years old that they were wrong.

The words written on Peter’s wrist cross your mind: “Don’t blame yourself”. The universe had to be the most evil thing you had ever come across, Thanos coming in at a close second.

“Let’s do this.”

“You’re fucking kidding!” Peter yells at the mysterious hooded figure, or Red Skull, as he said he was called.

“Pete, he’s not kidding,” you whisper, sitting on a rock, head in hands. What the hell is going to happen now?

“No, Y/N, he’s joking. Not even joking, he’s lying. Tell us what we really have to do!” You’ve never noted this much anger in Peter’s voice before. It was funny how differently the two of you reacted to situations like these. You would start to shut down while thinking logically, and he would retaliate with anger.

“Many others have made the sacrifice before, but failed.” Your head snaps up and you glance from Red Skull to Peter.

“Do you have the Soul Stone on you? Is this just some sort of sadistic trick?!” Peter lunges for Red Skull but he suddenly disappears, reappearing at the ledge of the cliff which leaves Peter lying on the cold rock. Fuck, even Peter’s Spider-Senses couldn’t sense that?

“Peter,” you sigh, getting up and walking towards him. He gets up from the ground, wincing. You press your forehead to his, gently wiping the foreign debris off his face. He grabs your waist and you put your other hand on his shoulder, tears threatening to escape your eyes. “You know I love you, right? I love everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your cocky remarks, the way you can make me laugh until I can’t breathe, the way you hold me while we sleep, the way you kiss me when you know—” Peter’s lips crash into yours, cutting off your sentence. You kiss him back, but can’t do so as much as you’d like to because of that sick feeling in your stomach. That sick feeling that one of you wasn’t going to make it out.

He pulls back, cupping your hand in his cheek. “I love you too. Don’t talk like we’re not going to make it out of here, okay?” A tear cascades down your cheek.

“I’m not talking like that. I’ve always loved you, and I always will,” you tell him once again, and he hesitates, Spidey-Senses alerting him that there was something wrong. You use his hesitation to your advantage, jolting out of his arms and making a run for the edge of the cliff. You’re too slow and he kicks your leg, tripping you into his arms. You struggle to get out of his grip, but he’s stronger than you.

“You’re damn right you always will.” Your eyes widen and you punch him just below the collarbone, knowing it was his weak spot. His grip on you loosens and you flip him over, quickly getting up and threatening him with your gun. A shot to the rock next to his head would knock him unconscious: both of you knew that. Fuck, you should’ve stolen Nat’s taser design when you had the chance.

“I’m sorry,” your voice breaks, knowing this was it. You dash for the ledge, getting ready to jump off, and—

One second you’re running like hell, and the next moment you’re on the ground, wind knocked out of you. Peter and his fucking webbing. You turn to your side, groaning in pain. Peter casts you a look, and you know what’s about to go down. It’s as if everything happens in slow motion but fast enough that you can’t stop it. Peter running. You fighting like hell to get up. His mouthed words right when you manage to get up and he jumps:

“I love you.”

You’re one to make decisions and not have second thoughts. You trusted your gut more than anything in the world, except maybe Peter. So when your gut told you to dive down the cliff and grab him, that’s what you did.

Now you’re falling in midair, stomach flipping like there’s no tomorrow. Peter’s surprised yelp is the only thing you register before you collide into him then suddenly stop, not knowing why you did. Head spinning, you look up to see a web from Peter’s left shooter stuck onto one of the jagged edges in the cliff and a web from his right sticking to your left arm.

“God Y/N, what the fuck?” He yells at you, panic clearly visible in his eyes.

“I’m not letting you die!” You scream back, trying to rid yourself of his webbing. Okay, think logically. The webs dissolve in at least four hours. He’d find a way to get you both up there by then. You had to cut the web with something, but what? Fuck, Tony had added Vibranium atoms to his web fluid to make it stronger. That means at least eight hours. Nothing can cut through vibranium. You gasp.

Except for a pure Vibranium knife.

Patting your utility belt frantically, you’re hoping, praying that the knife hadn’t fallen out during your fight with Peter. Suddenly, you feel the engraved hilt and freeze. The knife had been a gift from Shuri after the battle with Thanos in Wakanda. She had told you to keep it just in case anything like this ever happened again.

“Pull me up,” you whisper, feeling like you’re drowning in of the guilt of what you’re about to do. Peter breathes a sigh of relief at what he thinks is your understanding and retracts the web enough so that it’s still sticking to you but he can hold your hand.

“We’ll find a way around this, okay? I promise.” The innocence in his eyes hurts you more than anything you’ve ever felt before.

“Promise me you won’t blame yourself,” you choke. Confusion masks his features as he figures out what you’re trying to say. Oh fuck. You had said that without even thinking.

“What are you talking about?” His grip on your left hand tightens as if he can make sure you don’t fall while your grip on the knife hardens painfully. You can practically hear his thoughts: Don’t say the words. Don’t say them. Please.

“Don’t blame yourself.” Shock crosses his face but before he can say anything, you pull yourself up to him, stab his right web shooter, slice through the web, give him one last kiss, and jolt your hand away from him all in one swift motion. The only thing you hear is the wind rushing next to your ears as you try to remember your happiest moments with Peter before it’s over.

All you feel is a tap and everything goes cold.

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