#nat talks 1989

[bisluthq]

Do you still believe Wonderland is about having sex in her Nashville apartment? Because since finding out that Harry was actually really into her it makes even more sense that it is about him given the whole “you searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had”. I still think it’s an exaggeration and playing into the whole “paparazzi and fans broke this relationship” that wasn’t the case because they weren’t hiding at all. But I do think Wonderland and I Know Places are supposed to be about Harry even if she made stuff up. It’s like what she did with Blank Space, she wrote songs about how fans portrayed her relationship with Harry

I mean I still think her Wonderland/Alice thing is about yk Nashville because that’s what that house is inspired by so clearly she wanted that kind of vibe 🤷🏻‍♀️ idc that much like idk that we should read into basic bitch pop lol. She liked Alice, she fucked people in an Alice themed apartment, she had this teen boy get obsessed with her which must’ve felt intoxicating after like Jake stuff so 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ good for her.

#nat talks 1989

[vicsnook]

Wildest Dreams | Bob Floyd x Reader x Jake Seresin

word count: 2701

warnings: break up, SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ , oral, fingering, sex

song pairing: Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

notes: Hi y'all! Hope all is well. I have been on a Hangman kick lately and also with 1989 probably being the next re-recording well this was inspired. Please forgive me for making our sweet Bob not so sweet but I promise we will get sweet Bob back soon. This will have more parts so stay tuned! Please if you don' t mind like and reblog!!! Also thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my previous works, it truly means the world to me.

The breakup was sudden. A string of arguments over phone calls that didn’t last more than 5 minutes were the cause. Bob’s deployment was extended but Nat was shipped back. He was Cobra’s new backseater and with that came new trust issues.

His short or missed phone calls, no texts, and lack of caring came as a surprise. The biggest slap in the face was when he missed your birthday. Everyone at the Hard Deck huddled around the laptop waiting on him to pop up any second yet he never did. That was the night it all was over for you.

You ran out of the Hard Deck trying to hide the tears from the rest of your teammates. Only Jake and Nat knew about the fights and were both surprised at how sweet Bob might have all been an act. You could hear footsteps behind you in the sand as you quickly dried your tears ready to pretend you were fine. 

“I’m okay, I just needed some air,” you said turning around to find Jake headed towards you. “Come on, let's get you out of here,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he guided you to his car. You let the tears fall as he drove you home. Jake was one of the only people you trusted and who knew exactly how you felt.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked as he approached a stop sign in your neighborhood.

“It’s over. I’m going to break it off. Not that there’s anything left either way.” 

“Are you sure, Peach? I know things have been really rocky the past couple of months but maybe talk to him first?” he mumbled as he pulled into the driveway.

“There’s nothing to talk about Jake. He didn’t show. I’m done waiting for him when all he seems to care about is Cobra.” your tone was harsher than you expected but it was true. Bob assured you when he was assigned as Cobra’s backseater that it would be strictly professional. Yet the friendly outings blasted all over her social media and Bob’s exasperation whenever you asked were enough for you to come to the conclusion that your relationship was over. 

Jake followed you to your door knowing you shouldn’t be alone. Usually, you’d try to get him to leave but you were exhausted. He watched quietly as you started putting Bob’s things and gifts in a box. 

Nearly an hour later you were finished. The tears came and went but when you closed the top of the box the heartache seemed to worsen. You turned around and walked over to Jake who stood up and engulfed you in a hug as you started to sob.  “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispered against your head as you cried.

—

Your phone ringing woke you up and as you reached for it the events of last night came reeling back in. The call ended as you stared at Bob’s face on your screen. 3 missed calls and 1 text. 

Clicking on the text you felt your stomach sink as you read it. “We need to talk and I’m so sorry about last night baby. Love you” you stifled back a sob. It was over. His face popped up again as his call came through. Hesitant you answered it anyway. Better to get it over with now.

“Hello?” he said quietly. 

“Hey” 

“Look Peach, I’m really sorry I missed last night” he sighed. “I’ll make it up to you. Work is just really stressful and-”

But you’d heard that before. He’d make it up to you and things would be fine for a while but it would be just a matter of time til it happened again. Cutting him off you ripped off the bandaid. “Stop, please. Bob, it’s over. I can't do this anymore.” 

“No! Peach talk to me please” he pleaded as you ended the call. 

He tried to call again but you didn’t answer this time. Instead, you headed for the shower not even bothering to take your sleep shirt off as you got in. Sitting on the tub letting the hot water soak you as you sobbed. You wanted to go back into your room and answer the phone but you knew it was better this way. He would’ve never broken up with you so it was up to you to take the hint and end it. 

A knock on your bathroom door startled you. “Peach, is everything okay?” said Jake from the other side. He never did leave last night. You figured he slept on the couch and stayed to check on you. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec,” you shouted back trying to hide the fact that you’d been crying. “Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen.” the uncertainty in his voice told you he knew you were lying.

You threw your clothes into the dryer that was thankfully in the bathroom then wrapped your towel around you and headed to your room to get dressed. Jake shouted breakfast was ready as you clasped your bra. “Coming!” you shouted back, throwing your Navy sweatshirt on.

“Hey stranger, made you some pancakes,” said Jake as he slid the plate in front of you. Chocolate chip, your favorite.

“You didn’t have to do that Jake,” you replied quietly as he shrugged in response. Your appetite was non-existent but you didn’t want to seem ungrateful so you scarfed down one of the pancakes.

“Bob called. He’s been calling me and Nat all morning.” 

“Did you answer?” you swallowed hard. Hoping he didn’t.

“No,  but have you talked to him?”

Staring down at your plate you mumbled back “Yeah. I ended it and hung up on him.” 

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” 

Jake pulled you into a hug before you could even reply. Sticking by you the rest of the day as you dropped off Bob’s things at Nat’s and then watching rom-coms with you that only managed to make you cry even more.

—

Bob tried calling the first week. An abundance of texts sat unanswered on your phone too. He even sent you roses which ended up at Nat’s since you didn’t want them but didn’t want to throw them out. But as the 2-month mark neared he finally stopped. According to Nat, he wasn't on Cobra’s social media anymore and he asked her about you every week but it was too late now. 

He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds”

The sound of Jake’s truck in your driveway snapped you out of your thoughts. He’d been there through it all for you. Making you get out of the house and not letting you drown in sorrow. Today he was taking you to a flea market you’d mentioned at work. It was a 2-hour drive and you tried to get him to reconsider but he just said he loved a good road trip and you knew you couldn’t fight him.

The drive-up was uneventful and you couldn’t deny Jake’s playlist was great. Singing along to Jolene as he pulled into the parking lot. “Wow this place is huge,” you mumbled. 

Jake smiled up at you as you walked the booths. His arms holding your new books. You turned around suddenly bumping into Jake when you realized you passed the records booth. He grabbed your waist to prevent you from falling.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

His green eyes were on yours as he towered over you. You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach as you shook your head to snap yourself out of the trance and then quickly headed toward another booth. 

—

As you and Jake ate that afternoon at a little cafe on the side of the road you couldn't help but stare at his handsome features. A couple of times he made funny faces when he caught you staring and you tried to shake off the feeling you got when he did.

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Walking back to the truck you stopped to take a picture of the sunset. The breeze ruffling your blue sundress. Jake ran ahead of you and opened the truck door for you. Standing in front of him, as he towered over you, your eyes flickered down to his lips.

Red lips and rosy cheeks

“I like your red lipstick,” he whispered. You looked down as your cheeks blushed but his fingers lifted your chin to look up at him. Before you could overthink it you pulled his shirt and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips to his as his hands reached for your waist. The kiss was slow and it felt natural as his tongue tangled up with yours. 

When you finally parted to breathe, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I overstepped” you mumbled to him as you turned to get into the truck. “I’m not sorry,” he replied as he rounded the truck and got in.

 Jake grabbed your hand as you got on the highway back to Miramar, a comfortable silence had settled between y’all. Only being interrupted when he pulled into your driveway and you asked if he wanted to come in.

Setting down your books on the coffee table, Jake excused himself to the bathroom. Your mind still reeling from the kiss. Your heart still ached for Bob but you couldn't deny the feelings that had recently come to the surface as you started to hang out more with Jake.

You turned on the tv and put on Game of Thrones which was Jake’s favorite then headed to the kitchen and poured two glasses of red wine. “That for me?”  he asked as he came and grabbed the glass for your hand and quickly pecked your lips. “Yes, I uh also put on Game of Thrones. We can watch something else though if you want.” you rambled as you followed him out of the kitchen and then settled on the couch.

“Nah, this is perfect” he replied as he stretched and placed his arm on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Jake was very into the show but you couldn't concentrate on anything other than the fact that he’d kissed you twice today and now it was nearly midnight and he was still here. On the one hand, you didn't want him to leave but you also didnt want whatever was happening to progress quickly and ruin your friendship.  “Hello? Earth to Peach?” he said breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said it's getting late, maybe I should go,” he stared at you waiting on a response. You eyed the wine on the coffee table now empty. Not wanting him to drive home under the influence you responded “You’ve been drinking, it’s okay if you stay.” 

“Peach, I’m okay really. I don't want to overstay my welcome.”

“No, please. Stay.” your lips crashed into his before he could say anything else. The kiss started slow but it turned more passionate as you moved to straddle his lap. His hands were on your ass as your tongues fought for dominance. You pulled away and slowly got up, holding his hand as you guided him toward your room. 

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

“Are you sure about this, Peach?” he mumbled while kissing your neck. You nodded in response as a moan escaped your lips when he pulled your hair. “Use your words, Peach.”

“I’m sure” you whispered as he laid you down on the bed and climbed on top of you. You pulled his shirt up and ran your hands across his abs as he kissed you, only pulling away to take his shirt off. His right hand squeezed your breasts as you desperately kissed him. Your body jolted with every touch. There was no denying being touch starved from Bob’s long deployment might have influenced this to happen so quickly but as he kissed your thighs your mind went blank. 

And his voice is a familiar sound

Nothing lasts forever

But this is getting good now

“Can I eat you out?” Jake mumbled against your thigh. “Yes,” you panted as he slowly took off your underwear and threw it somewhere with the rest of his clothes. He sucks on your clit and your fingers grasp for his hair as your moans fill the room. He pulls away and licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, his green eyes piercing through yours as you moan his name. “You like that, honey?” he says as he thrusts one finger in you and you feel your legs start to shake. 

He adds another finger and hits your g-spot as he sucks on your clit. Your legs tighten around his head as he starts to go faster. Your vision goes white with pleasure as your legs start to shake while you come in his mouth as he continues to finger you through your orgasm. “You taste so good baby” Jake mutters as you start to come down from your high. 

You taste yourself on his lips as he kisses you. He pulls away to take off his jeans as you take off the sundress and chuck it on the floor. Quickly his lips are back on yours as you grab his bulge and he groans in your mouth. Your fingers tug at the waistband of his boxers and as you pull them down you grab his cock. Slowly stroking it as he pulls the boxers all the way off.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Peach?” he asks once more as you kiss his neck. “Yes, Jake” you respond and so he reaches down to his pants on the floor and pulls a condom out of his wallet. He quickly puts it on and as he rubs his cock against your entrance you wrap your legs around him and pull him to you. Moaning his name loudly as he begins to thrust slowly into you.

 “Faster, Jake” you whine as he starts to quicken up the pace. He lowers his right hand down to rub your clit as he thrusts into you. You kiss him desperately as you feel yourself getting close. His left hand squeezing your breast. “I’m close” you moan and that sets something off in Jake and he begins to thrust faster and harder into you.

Screaming his name you feel yourself coming and he comes too as your cunt tightens around his cock. Holding on to you as you both come down from your highs. He slowly pulls out and chucks the condom into your bedside trashcan. Laying beside you he pulls you to his chest as you throw your leg over him. Both of you drifting off to sleep.

— 

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Monday rolls around too quickly and Jake has been at your apartment since Saturday night. He leaves early that morning to get to work before you and at work, you both act like nothing happened since you didnt want the team to know. Worried about what they might say.

Jake winks at you as you head for the showers and your mind wanders back to last nights steamy shower with him. You hurry while getting dressed and practically run to your car and when you pull into your street you see the familiar truck in the driveway. As you park next to him he gets out of the truck and rounds your car to open your door. Making you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder.

But before he can walk to your door a car door shuts behind you and when you lift your head to see who it is, it's the one person you were not prepared to see again.

Bob.

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

(click here to read pt 2)

#top gun fandom #bob floyd #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #jake seresin imagine #top gun hangman #jake seresin smut #Spotify

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime

Part 5:

We pulled up outside an abandoned military base where the signal led us. “The file came from these coordinates,” said Natasha as she pocketed the device. “So did I,” Steve spoke.

As we were walking further into the camp it became more interesting. “This camp is where I was trained,” he said. “Changed much?” I questioned thee-soldier. “A little.”

“This is a dead end. Zero heat signature, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off,” Natasha said as she was trying to find the signal pinpoint.

Then I noticed a building that was odd at this specific place. “I don’t think that’s allowed to be here, is it?” I pointed at it and Steve frowned. “Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place.”

Rogers opened the lock with his shield and we were in in no time. Turning on the lights there was a huge SHIELD logo on the wall and the room filled with desks that seemed like an office.

“This is SHIELD.” “Maybe where it started.”

Then I noticed three pictures on the wall. “I don’t think it’s a maybe,” I said as I recognized all three. Howard Stark, Peggy Carter, and Col. Chester Phillips. “There’s your grandfather,” Nat poked my side with her elbow. “Howard.” “Who's the girl?” Natasha asked with a slight smirk. “Peggy Carter, one of the founders of SHIELD.”

Steve kept his eyes on the picture before turning away without a word. Nat looked at me with a confused look but I just mouthed a ‘later’ to her.

After we found an elevator we quickly realized that there was more to this place.

It took us to a room full of old computers, it was like a Time Machine.

“This can't be the data point, this technology is ancient,” Nat spoke out loud before noticing a flash drive port. We locked eyes and I nodded toward it. She put the driver in it and activated the computer.

“Initiate system?” Spoke the computer. “Y-E-S, spells yes,” Nat typed in then started smiling. “Shall we play a game?” She turned around. “It's from a movie that…” “Yeah, I saw it,” but Steve was quick to shut her down. “Next time,” I smiled at her but then the computer started talking.

“Rogers, Steven. Born, 1918. Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born, 1984. Stark, Y/n. Born, 1989.” The voice clearly had an accent, I just didn’t know what type of. But the biggest concern was how does a hundred million years old computer know us.

“It's some kind of a recording,” I think she was trying to stay calm with this sentence.

“I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am,” the computer screen showed an old photo of Dr. Arnim Zola. “Do you know this thing?” Asked Nat.

“Arnim Zola, a German scientist. I studied a couple of his theories,” I said as his face burned into my mind from the dozens of sleepless nights of studying.

“He worked for the Red Skull. He's been dead for years,” Steve added while rounding the main computer.

“First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain.” “That doesn’t sound disgusting at all,” I murmured and Natasha just squeezed her elbow into my side and I just frowned at her.

“How did you get here?” Steve asked more aggressively. “Invited.” “It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic value,” I said.

“They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own,” said then I guess Dr. Zola.

“HYDRA died with the Red Skull.” “No, I didn’t,” I looked at him with a weird look, doesn’t he know? “Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.” “Prove it,” ordered Steve.

“Accessing archive.” The computer screen showed them old footage of Johann Schmidt/Red Skull, of the original SHIELD founders. And he spoke about the history of HYDRA.

“That's impossible, SHIELD would have stopped you,” Natasha pressed. “Accidents will happen.”

The computer screen showed us HYDRA had killed Howard and Maria Stark making it look like a car accident along with the recent death of Fury.

“HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your Life; a zero sum.” With anger, Steve suddenly smashed the computer screen. “What's on this drive?” I asked.

“Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.” “What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” Natasha jumped to action. “The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” Suddenly the doors started to close, Steve tried to stop them by throwing his shield in between them but it was too late.

“We got a bogey. Short-range ballistic. 30 seconds tops.” “Who fired it?” I asked. “SHIELD.”

“I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it, it's better this way. We're both of us...out of time.” Steve noticed a small opening on the ground, he threw the metal door aside and just as the place exploded he threw all three of us into the hole and protected us with his shield, then we managed to get out from under the building rubble just as some agents arrived to roam the area for us.

***

“I think I know a place to lay low,” Stev said as we were driving away from the camp. “You have friends? That are alive?” I asked from the backseat. “I just met him, don’t be rude,” he said. “I’m just surprised.” “Thanks.”

We got there in the morning. It was already bright and all three of us had some sleep, taking turns in driving.

When I saw the smaller family house, I was very curious about Steve's friend. I bet it’s a grandpa.

Steve knocked on the door and in a couple of seconds, a guy opened the door with a very surprised look on his face. “Hey, man.” “I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low,” Steve said. “Everyone we know is trying to kill us,” Natasha added the important detail. “He’s not a grandpa?” I looked at Steve and he just sighed. “Not everyone.”

“I’m Y/n Stark, by the way, we haven’t met,” I introduced myself to the man as we entered the house. “Sam Wilson. Stark, huh?” “Yup.” “Does he know that you’re a fugitive?” Asked Sam. “Am I really a fugitive if I’m fighting for the good? I guess I am though, but no, he doesn’t know.”

***

“So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?” She leaned against the counter. “Pierce.” “Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” I added. “But he's not working alone, Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.” “So was Jasper Sitwell.” “So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?” Steve asked and Sam jumped in. “The answer is: you don't.” He dropped a file on the table. “What’s this?” I asked. “Call it a resume.” Natasha picked up a photo of Sam with his team. “Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you,” she looked up. “You didn't say he was a pararescue.”

“I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?” I asked. “No. These.” He handed Steve the file, and heopened it and read it. “I thought you said you were a pilot.” “I never said pilot,” he shook his head with a smile.

“I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason,” Steve argued. “Dude, Captain America needs my help. There's no better reason to get back in,” Sam said. “Oh no another fanboy,” I sat down. “Where can we get our hands on one of these things?” Asked THE captain. “The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall.” Steve shared a look between Nat and I and with a nod, it was done. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

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[scarlets-soldier]

Light Part One

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x adopted!daughter

Summary: Natasha finds a little girl in a Hydra facility and feels a special connection with her

Warning: Mentions of violence, hints of child abuse/neglect, Hydra kidnapped the girl so you can imagine what they did but there’s nothing specific in this chapter, mentions of the Red Room and Natasha not being able to have children, more warnings will probably be added in future chapters

Word count: 1989

A/N: First chapter of this AU, let me know what you think! I have the first few chapters planned but if you have any ideas of things you want to see let me know

The title comes from the song “Light” by Sleeping at Last

“Floor two’s all clear.”

 The emergency lights flicker overhead as Natasha walks slowly down the hallway, Clint behind her. The team is taking down a Hydra base that popped up a few miles from the Avengers compound. Fury heard a rumour that Hydra was convening at the base before attacking the Avengers. Naturally, the team decided to take them down before they could get a chance.

 “Do another sweep then head back to the jet,” Steve replies, “I’m almost done – crap! I’ve got hostiles on floor four, I need backup.”

 “On our way,” Clint says. Just as Natasha is about to run to the stairs, she hears a noise. With one look at Clint, she knows he heard it too. It comes again. Natasha can’t quite make out what it is, but it’s something and they can’t leave a Hydra agent here to attack them later.

 “You go,” Natasha says, “I’ll check it out and meet you up there.”

 “Nat–”

 “Go Clint, I got this.”

 Clint hesitates for another minute before he rolls his eyes and leaves for the stairs. Natasha can hear him mumbling about how stubborn she is and she smirks. She heads toward the source of the noise, her gun held out in front of her. She walks down the hallway a little more and stops outside a doorway. She can hear it more clearly now that she’s closer. It sounds like… it almost sounds like crying. Slowly, very slowly, Natasha eases into the room. Her brow furrows, there isn’t an agent in here ready to ambush her. There isn’t even a snivelling scientist. Then, she hears a sniffle. She turns to her left and her eyes are drawn down.

 It's a child.

 A girl, no more than three or four, Natasha figures. She’s crying, shaking in her flimsy hospital gown. She’s thin, her cheeks hollowed and her eyes sunken. She isn’t wearing shoes. But what Natasha notices immediately is the gun she has trained at the redhead. Natasha gasps and holsters her gun. She puts her hands up and slowly kneels in front of the girl.

 “Okay,” Natasha says, “It’s alright, I’m not here to hurt you.” The girl doesn’t react. “I’m Natasha, can you tell me your name?” More silence, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not a bad guy, I’m not with them, with the people who took you. I’m with the good guys and I’m here to take you away from the bad people so they can’t hurt you anymore.” The girl’s arms are shaking. Natasha takes a deep breath. “That looks heavy, maybe you should put it down so we can have a little talk, okay?” The girl doesn’t respond, but her hands lowered slightly. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” The girl still isn’t responding or putting the gun down and Natasha thinks back when she spent time with Clint and his kids. She slowly raises her hand, her pinky outstretched. “I pinky promise I won’t hurt you. You can’t break a pinky promise.”

 After a long, agonizing moment, the girl drops the gun with a clatter. Natasha breathes a sigh of relief.

 “Thank you,” Natasha says, “That’s very good. Is it okay if I come closer?” The girl doesn’t react. Natasha moves an inch forward and the girl flinches back into the wall behind her. “Okay,” Natasha says, “I’m sorry for scaring you. We need to leave now, okay? Before the bad people come back.” The girl still doesn’t react. “Can I tell you a secret? I grew up in a place like this. The bad people hurt me too and I was very scared, but I left them and I’m safe now. No one hurts me anymore. I promise if you come with me, I will keep you safe. No will ever hurt you again.” Natasha holds her open hands out, trying to coax the girl away from the wall. Suddenly, the girl lunges forward into Natasha’s arms. She wraps her arms around Natasha’s neck. Natasha puts her own around the girl’s waist and lifts her in the air.

 “You’re being so brave right now,” Natasha says, “You’re doing so good, it’s alright.”

 Natasha keeps muttering soft praises as she carries the girl back to the Quinjet. She goes inside and goes straight for one of the seats in the back. She sits down with the girl in her lap. The girl refuses to let go of Natasha and Natasha, frankly, is glad. She doesn’t know what it is, but she feels drawn to the girl and wants to hold her for as long as possible.

 “Clint,” Natasha says quietly, “Change of plans, I’m back on the jet, I can’t come meet you guys. You good?”

 “Are you hurt?”

 “No,” Natasha says, “But I can’t come help.”

 “Okay,” Clint says, “We’ve got it covered, give us five.”

 Natasha doesn’t respond. She runs her fingers through the girl’s hair. It’s greasy and knotted and Natasha starts planning for how she can get the girl in a bath once they got back to the compound. The girl is shivering, no doubt freezing with how little she’s wearing. Natasha grabs her bag and pulls her jacket out, wrapping it around the girl’s shoulders.

 “Do you think you want to tell me your name now?” Natasha asks quietly. The girl raises her head slightly to look in Natasha’s eyes but doesn’t speak. “No?” Natasha says, “That’s okay, malyshka, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” The girl doesn’t say anything, just puts her head back in Natasha’s neck. Natasha rubs the girl’s back and frowns when she can feel her ribs. They must’ve starved her. Natasha swallows the anger and sadness that bubbles up inside her.

 “Are you hungry detka?” Natasha asks, “We have some food here.” The girl doesn’t respond, but Natasha searches through the rations anyway. It’s packed full with protein bars that Steve insists they bring. Natasha searches until the very bottom. She grins victoriously when she pulls out a pack of fruit snacks. They’re Clint’s, but he won’t mind too much. She opens the package and dumps them in her hand before gently moving the girl until she’s sitting up slightly. Natasha offers the gummies to her, but she doesn’t take them.

 “It’s alright,” Natasha says, “They’re for you, I promise. Here,” Natasha takes one and eats it, “See? They’re delicious.” Hesitantly, the girl grabs one, rolling it around in her hand for a moment before she puts it in her mouth. Natasha smiles. “See?” Natasha says, “Delicious.”

 The girl chews, swallows, and then grabs a handful from the pile and shoves them in her mouth. Natasha laughs and can’t stop herself from kissing the girl’s forehead. Natasha leans back but sits back up when she notices how the girl freezes, eyes wide open, gummies half chewed.

 “I’m sorry,” Natasha said, “I didn’t mean to upset you, I won’t do it again. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

 The girl thinks for a moment, then she leans forward and presses her forehead against Natasha’s lips. Natasha smiles and gives her another kiss. Natasha knows the girl probably hasn’t gotten any kindness or love with Hydra, much like Natasha with the Red Room. The girl has probably never had someone hold her, or kiss her head, or do anything nice without expecting something in return. She’s trusting Natasha, letting her hold her, feed her, but Natasha knows there are still things that she will need time adjusting to. It won’t be easy, but Natasha knows she can help her. Natasha can help her unlearn what Hydra taught her and show her how to be a normal kid. Natasha will hold her, and keep her safe, and be the mother she never got to have. Wait, what?

 “Shit, Nat, could’ve used you out there,” Clint says, “What was so important that – oh.”

 Natasha looks up, a pleading look in her eyes. She doesn’t want Clint to make a big deal out of it. Steve and Tony will, the two of them would give Natasha a look and ask her all types of questions she doesn’t want to answer. Natasha needs Clint to understand, she needs Clint to vouch for her, she needs Clint to be on her side.

 “I couldn’t leave her,” Natasha says, “She looked so–”

 “Hey,” Clint says, “I get it, I get it. I would’ve done the same thing. Hey little one,” Clint kneels down and places her hand on the girl’s back. The girl whimpers and tries to shift further into Natasha’s arms. Clint immediately backs off.

 “It’s okay,” Natasha says, “He’s a friend. He’s my friend. He won’t hurt you.”

 “It’s okay, Nat,” Clint says, “She’s probably only comfortable with you. I’m not offended.”

 “Nat, are you hurt?” Steve’s voice booms throughout the jet, “Tony can fly you back faster than the jet if there’s an emergency.”

 “She’s not hurt,” Clint says.

 “I’d like to hear that from her,” Steve says, “No offence Clint.” Steve comes into view and he freezes. “Um, where did the kid come from?”

 “She–”

 “Is she hurt or not Capsicle?” Tony joins the group, “Getting to the point would be – what the fuck?”

 “Quiet Tony,” Natasha hisses, “She can hear you.”

 “Okay, who the hell is she? Last I checked you couldn’t have one of those.”

 Natasha buries the hurt that surfaces with Tony’s words. She knows he doesn’t mean anything by it, he’s just an ass. He can’t possibly know how much the Red Room still haunts her, how much it pains her to think of what they took from her.

 “Jesus, Tony,” Clint says, “Nat found her inside, you don’t suggest we go put her back do you?”

 Natasha shoots Clint a grateful look, then scowls at Tony. Tony opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He makes eye contact with Natasha and the glare Natasha is giving him makes him gulp.

 “No, I… I don’t think that,” Tony taps a few buttons on his watch, “I’ll get Bruce to give her a lookover when we get back.”

 “Where’s Dr. Cho?” Natasha asks. Tony pauses, “How soon can she get to New York?”

 “Um, I’m not sure, I can ask, but–”

 “I think it’s better if a woman checks her out,” Natasha says, “Got it?”

 “It’ll be faster if we let Bruce do it, he’s just as good and Helen and–”

 “I don’t care if he was the best goddamn doctor in the world,” Natasha snaps, “I’m not asking again, where is Helen Cho?” Natasha is prepared to give Tony a piece of her mind when Clint’s hand on her arm stops her.

 “Tony, she’s a traumatized little girl,” He says bluntly, “She’s not going to react well to a man. How many female agents did we find in that base? Yeah, none. Take a wild guess who was hurting her.” Tony looks almost ashamed, he’s a least a little sheepish.

 “Yeah, alright, I’ll call Cho, but don’t be surprised if she can’t get here until morning,” Tony points at Natasha, “She’s your responsibility until then, got it?”

 “Got it.”

 Natasha looks back down and finds the girl staring up at her. Natasha smiles reassuringly and the girl doesn’t smile back, but she gently touches her fingers to Natasha’s smile and Natasha kisses her fingertips gently. The girl’s lips tick up just slightly and Natasha doesn’t think she’s seen a better sight in all her life. Natasha can hear the boys talking around her, but she tunes them out and focuses on the girl in her arms. Natasha leans down until her mouth is right next to the girl’s ear.

 “We get to spend the whole night together,” Natasha whispers, “Just you and me baby, does that sound good?” The girl doesn’t respond, just presses her forehead against Natasha’s lips again. Natasha smiles and grips a little tighter.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x adopted!daughter #mother!natasha romanoff #mama!nat

[aparticularbandit]

AND NOW I HAVE THOUGHT BEING THOUGHT ABOUT AVENGERS AND GENERATIONAL DIFFERENCES AND MEMES

I mean I know we got a bunch of Cap and what references he does and does not get.

And Wanda's got her decades of sitcom knowledge.

But Tony speaking only in internet memes from the early days of the internet.

Tony looking at the Guardians and thinking, You gotta have the blue hair, in Strong Bad's voice (even though none of them the blue hair).

But Tony didn't grow up with the internet - he's from the seventies - you have Wanda and Pietro born in 1989, you've got the Young Avengers they're introducing (but even they're too young for Badger Badger Badger (see, and now I'm thinking of the twins speaking in memes) and Homestar Runner) - but you can still have the twins unironically liking the Numa Numa song because they can understand it - and Nat can, too - but Pietro tries to do the Numa Numa dance with her and she just. it does not connect.

UGH GENERATIONAL GAPS.

Give me Hulk yelling TROGDOR sometimes instead of HULK SMASH or even Banner making a reference to the Hulk burninating the countryside (even though, technically, that's not what he does).

Give me Agatha getting addicted to Happy Tree Friends and South Park (or showing How To Kill A Mockingbird to Billy and Tommy instead of the wholesome shows Wanda leaves on for them).

Give me their old Xanga, MySpace, or LiveJournal accounts. Give me the quotes they had at the top, give me their usernames, give me the playlists they had going in the background and the html fiddling they did - give me one of them learning html just because they want their page to look right.

Peter trying to start up a YouTube gaming account - and not knowing any of these old references because he's too young, he's so young - which leads into give me Wanda or Pietro, who are a decade older than him the way that Sam is a decade older than them the way that Tony is almost a decade older than him - give me Pietro teaching Peter the older memes, give me how that spreads from Peter to his friends, how sometimes they just spontaneously Numa Numa dance on the bus or at dances, how they go through old Homestar Runner videos and just "it's DOT COM" - give me the shift and exchange of memes to the younger generations!

Stephen with Always stuck in his head because sometimes he uses Rainbow Unicorn Attack to sharpen his reflexes. Having flashbacks to the song and showing it to America and finding a bootleg copy of it because it's there and then she's addicted to it and uses it to settle her brain when she can't focus.

How many of them had Neopets accounts? Or Club Penguin? How many of them played with the Barbie decorating game when they were tiny? How many of them remember the first YouTube accounts? How many of them met on those old chat boards and didn't know until later - oh, so you're -?

Tony setting up Jarvis so that whenever he gets a text message it makes the AOL "You've Got Mail!" sound - or having it in there initially and then scrubbing it out when AOL dies (or having scrubbed it out because it was too much, putting it back in when AOL dies, and then scrubbing it out again because it really is too much).

Give me Wanda who, when Agatha says she's a witch, asks her if she means like the Charmed Ones or Willow or Sabrina because those are the witches she knows - what kind of witch are we talking about here? (Of course, she brings up Bewitched, but that's not the only witch.)

Give me Nat finding Wanda thriving on older sitcoms and introducing her to stuff that came out while she was being experimented on.

Give me neighbor Wilson or Feeney references.

IDK HAVING A LOT OF AVENGERS CULTURAL REFERENCE THOUGHTS I GUESS.

#musings #mcu #tony stark #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #pietro maximoff #peter parker #natasha romanoff #black widow #bruce banner #the hulk #sam wilson #agatha harkness #stephen strange #doctor strange #dr. strange #IDK #THOUGHTS #feel free to add with your own because i'm going based on the stuff i grew up with and know and i know i've missed stuff

[michaelvarrati]

Killers come in all sizes! This week, Peaches and Michael aren’t toying around as they celebrate 1989’s PUPPET MASTER! In addition to discussing the sheer glamour of leech vomiting living dolls, our hosts delve into the multi-faceted appeal of this cult classic’s many sequels. Joining the conversation is Nat Brehmer, acclaimed author of PUPPET MASTER COMPLETE: A FRANCHISE HISTORY, whose lifelong obsession with the creations of Andre Toulon led him to write the definitive book on the matter. Then, celebrated professional wrestling superstar Allie (aka The Bunny) pops by to talk about how she went from being a deeply devoted fan of the franchise to one of the stars of the most recent entry – DOKTOR DEATH! From psychic gatherings to switchblade splattering, this episode has it all! Go! 

#midnight mass #peaches christ #michael varrati #cult movie #Allie #Nat Brehmer #Puppet Master #horror #Charles Band #Full Moon Features #Andre Toulon

[imthecleric]

Will’s DnD class.

Before I dig too far into this, this meta is going to be based as much as it can be on 1e. The most recent edition that the boys likely played in the early 80s. I am using this edition of the game because while 5e is broad and great, it wouldn’t be the most accurate depiction of why Will would choose one class or another. I may slip into some 5e things, but my points I think still stand. Second, I will use Wizard and Mage interchangeably as they are often seen as the same, particularly in DnD. I also use 1e, and not  2e or the even broader 3e, because 2e came out in 1989 and 3e didn’t come out til 2000, and 3.5 even later. I’d also like to mention that with how much the boys play and the amount of books Will donates at the end of Season 3 the absolutely had Original Dungeons and Dragons (based on the having the red box board game), and Advanced Dungeons and Dragons the precursor to 1e. They likely also had extra books describing other things in the world that were published at the time.

The show has often used the game of DnD to foreshadow what happens in the season or the show in general. In season 1 we have the infamous 7, which directly foreshadows what  happens to Will. In season 3 we have the game that never happened but alludes to what happened to Hopper that he will go down in memory of the town as a hero. In season 4 we got the 11 which was a miss, and a nat 20 (a move associated with Will via the one canon video game) for the defeat of Vecna.

1e and Classes

So in 1e, the classes are as follows Bard, Cleric with a subclass of Druid, Monk, Thief with a subclass of assassin (This is what will eventually morph into the Rogue class), Fighter with subclasses of Paladin and Ranger, Magic User with a subclass of Illusionist (This is the Wizard or Mage class). Now why do I bring these up, well first to show some inaccuracy with the show. Typically you don’t call yourself by your subclass, at least not in the 5e, also there is no Rogue so unfortunately Lady Applejack is likely a Thief with the Assassin subclass, and third it is likely the party never started at a true level one because of subclasses but I am not quite sure how they worked in 1e. In 5e you don’t get your subclass til you reach level 3 in most cases.

So what does all this have to do with Will. Well first I want to discuss the classes a bit more. If you notice both Paladin and Ranger are subclasses of Fighter, in later editions they are their own class. This is why I believe the party never plays below level three. I should also note that I don’t believe you have to pick a subclass, but that is entirely game dependent and sometimes you may have to depending on your class. For example a Fighter in general as a class is very different from Paladin and Ranger which is why they likely later become their own classes.

Each of the boys pick a class that they think fits them. They are kids, their characters also represent them in a way. As writers most people do this when they are young. Write fantastical stories about themselves, with their friends. That is exactly what the boys are doing. We have proof that they pick classes that are based on who they are from canon the most obvious being Lucas’ wrist rocket.

So now lets talk specifically about Will’s two classes in 1e. The cleric with the subclass of druid, and the Wizard with the subclass of Illusionist. The Wizard subclass to me just reads as a Wizard who focuses on one type of school of magic. The subclass is later dropped and Wizards are just wizards being able to choose from the massive Wizard spell list, though they can work a school of magic into their play style. Druid being a subclass of Cleric is interesting because Druids and Clerics are fundamentally different in how they gain their powers, but it is feasible that it could be a subclass because Druids in DnD tend to worship nature and can get their magic bestowed upon them in that form. Either way their is a reason that in the next edition Druid becomes its own class.

It should also be noted that Monks and Bards are from supplemental materials not included with the original game or book. This is why I believe that the boys had all they could get for the game. They clearly love it, and are supported for it up until season 4 when the Duffers remembered the Satanic Panic, and we know this because Will has a homemade Wizard costume, and based on his mom handmaking his Ghost Buster’s costume in Season 2, well they get support. We also know that Erica takes up painting figurines.

There are other classes from other supplemental books such as Barbarian, but they were less known and accepted. I also want to mention that Rogue does become part of the DnD vernacular in 1989 with the publication of 2e. However it is still not a class and it is used as a title for the grouping of Bard and Thief. 2e also officially introduced the word Wizard but again it is for a grouping of Mage and Specialist Wizard. I note this because in Season 2 El is considered the groups Mage but that did not exist as a class officially at the time. This is why Wizard and Mage I use interchangeably with Magic User of 1e because based on books like Lord of the Rings, which Will in particular likes, it is not that far of a jump to consider.

Will Changing Classes

So lets address the big one, Will changing classes. Now depending on your group it is likely you switch classes all the time, though this is not always the case some people have a class they love ad always play. However in this small group, where they have TPKs most likely and such, these guys do not change their class. This isn’t crazy, they keep their characters for the long haul, from campaign to campaign using the same character. Its not unheard of to not change classes cause some people find their comfort and stick to it, but not changing your character is a bit different.

Will is the only member of the party that changes their class. For a party that has been together for years, this is like a big deal. It is a change in the dynamics. And he changes his class when El becomes the dedicated mage. When there was a shift in the dynamics of the kids in real life, it only makes sense to reflect that in game.

So why is Will changing classes, why does he have to. Something tells me in this original party, they didn’t like people being the same class. Additionally, it mimics El and Will’s switching places in the first season. When Will was gone, the Party gained El, and didn’t lose a mage, but they also didn’t just allow him to have the class back because as we see Mike is particularly attached to her. So Will being who he is would change his class.

So he picked a different spell caster, a Cleric.

Will as a Wizard

Wizard’s are often seen as wise, it is part of the trope, and partially why Will’s moniker is Will the Wise. We also know Will has a fondness for Wizard’s considering the password for Castle Byers is Radagast, an eccentric Wizard from the Hobbit, who I would actually put more in line with a druid, which as we know used to be a subclass of Cleric.

Wizard’s are also known for the wealth, which as a boy who is poor, and this is his fantasy world it is something he can dream about.

The Wizard spell list is broken down into different schools of magic. From what we see him actively use based off Fireball (a spell that is only on the Wizard spell list in the 1e and only available to Sorcerers in later editions when sorcerers become a class) and Fog (a spell also available to Clerics), he like does more of the conjuration and evocation type of magic rather than the more mind bendy type of magic such as divination or abjuration. El probably chooses those types of spells as they match most in line with things she can do.

Now Will always sees things as two options protect or attack. As a Wizard you don’t really have an option to do both because wizards are glass canons. It is one or the other. He wants to do both, and the party is also split on the matter. He eventually goes with Fireball, in that first fight, and the last of season 1. Something we know Lucas enjoys, and I love that moment in season 3 of him and Lucas planning their real life fireballs.

As I said before Wizard’s are glass canons. They deal alot of damage but they break easily. Meaning they are often the first to fall in battle, because they don’t typically have armor and such. You can build beefy wizards but it is hard to do and you lose in other areas of your character sheet. Will probably goes for the typical Wizard build, and in Season 1, it fits his character. He was the first to go down, and be taken in real life for him. The change to cleric was also him not wanting to go down again like that. He does not like being seen as weak, and he says as much.

Will as a Cleric

Clerics first and foremost are fundamentally different than Wizards. They are much more of a support class, as their base function is the party’s healer. However they also can do alot of damage as their other main function in battle is control. Keep things as they are for the heavy hitters to do work. Clerics also are not glass canons as they typically need to be up the longest in order to heal.

Since Will becomes a cleric, Dustin and Mike no longer have to reserve spell slots for healing because that is Will’s main function. He is the ultimate support of the party, and quite honestly the only one who plays a class that is more typically a support class.

Clerics get their power from a divine source, and have a connection to this source, and can channel it. Clerics are also they only class that can fully resurrect someone, except for Paladin, which is interesting, who doesn’t get this til they reach level 9, Clerics get it far earlier on. But this is expensive as this is one of the few Cleric spells that require material components. I only bring this up because of Max, and if you have season 4, hopefully I don’t have to spell it out for you, especially knowing Will is playing a bigger more supernatural part in season 5.

Now clerics can do something Wizards really can’t and that is they can protect and attack at the same time. This is due to their spells. The specific spell I am thinking of is Spiritual Guardians and ones similar where these magic guardians surround the Cleric in a radius, and attack enemies while not attacking allies. It is the perfect type of spell for Will who wants to always both protect his friends, but also do what he can to stop something bad from happening.

Conclusion

Will’s functionality as a cleric largely fits his character far better than that of a Wizard. First Wizard’s have to learn their magic, much like El has to learn her powers, where Clerics do not, much like Will with whatever supernatural thing he has going on he innately knows how to do. Second, Will is able to both protect and attack much like how he was able to hold off the Mindflayer/Vecna as long as possible and ended up stopping whatever plan that was short. Third the use of Fireball is never the direct decision of Will, it always comes after consideration and sometimes out of necessity as Will states sometimes the bad guys are smart. I should also note that Will using green to draw the fireball is interesting because fireball looks like fire, but cleric spells often take shape of what the Cleric likes or deems or important, or even done out of necessity.

Not to bring “ships” into this but Clerics and Paladins are very similar especially with the limited class list in 1e. The only early classes that are typically linked to divinity of any sort as a core mechanic of the class are Clerics and Paladins.

Last I want to talk briefly about the healing element. Will, whether he has powers or not, and it is more likely that he does based off context from the show and his parallel with Henry, is by nature a healer. When he wakes up in Season 1, despite being in a hospital bed his first question is asking if Jonathan is okay because he notices the bandage on his hand. His interaction when finding El again in season 4 is to first ask if she was okay and try to remove the collar after hugging her. To bring in some speculation for season 5, if El could not fully heal Max, who better than the party’s designated healer. Because like I said at the very beginning of this post DnD has consistently been used to foreshadow events of the show, and who they are and who they play consistently comes up in their real life such as Lucas the Ranger, with the wrist rocket, Dustin the Bard, quite literally singing with Suzie for inspiration, Mike the Paladin coming in clutch with pipes and shit to hit people with, El the Mage using her powers, Max the Zoomer (Thief or Monk take your pick) using her skills to steal, and be quick and light on her feet, and Will the Cleric making sure everyone is okay, using his connection to the Mindflayer/Vecna to protect as long as he can so everyone else can do their job.

So the change in class might seem odd, but it fits the story narratively, and honestly Will as a character fits the class of cleric far better than he ever fit the class of wizard.

#four: meta #three: headcanon #tw: st spoilers

[youareinlovees]

Hey can you link your post about Taylor talking about ikp being fictional?

Here.

#thank god for the 'lets talk...' tags #that i stole from nat #because now i can look through my archive and it takes 2 seconds to find a post #lets talk 1989

[jedi-valkyrie]

the avengers listening to taylor swift

warnings: none besides some swearing

includes: steve rogers, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, thor odinson, bucky barnes, peter parker, wanda maximoff

inspired by: me listening to red incessantly

steve:

plainly curious

probably likes the slower songs

definitely a secret “paper rings” fan

does his little head bob

probably likes begin again

and enchanted

likes the tame country vibes

sam

bumping the fuck up

no bc you bet your ass fearless is on his workout playlist

hums getaway car while chasing after an actual getaway car

natasha

is literally no body, no crime personified

she likes the newer albums (folklore, evermore)

she’s all for a woman fucking over a man who corrupted her

also all for her because society slutshamed her and nat knows what that’s like

would kill a man while listening to mad woman

bruce

he listens to her on the radio when she’s on

he doesn’t really listen to music in general so she isn’t an exception

even though she should be

is probably a 1989 guy

bucky

refuses to like her

no matter what

he’s a pussy and does make fun of sam for liking her music

believes that she actually committed vehicular manslaughter bc sam told him and steve that she did

would listen to either the most popular songs or exclusively to reputation

says that modern music will never be like the old big band stuff and immediately regrets it

thor

oh this bitch is jumping

even if he doesn’t like the song

even if he doesn’t know the song

he is into it full blast

he just likes music, he isn’t picky

especially likes the very upbeat ones

or the ones about how men suck

#feminist!

blank space enthusiast

peter

is a swiftie.

has cried to back to december

is a cruel summer kinda guy

probably very into lover

him and ned talk about each of her album drops

wanda

yes.

no bc she’s that wine mom type of swiftie where they get too drunk and they’re like “fuck john mayer! he never treated her right! you old bitch!”

and she’s right!!!

fucking screams to right where you left me

no bc if she wasn’t busy being held in a facist power jail she’d be a jobros and taylor swift bitch

notes: go listen to red! now. right this fucking second.

#marvel x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel headcanons #sam wilson x reader #captain america x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #bruce banner x reader #thor odinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #thor x reader #marvel #taylor swift

[bisluthq]

I really love This Love. And I’m not saying the following to try and prove it’s good or anything, but I LOVE music that can convey emotion in very few words. Don’t get me wrong, I also love songs that use flowery obscure words and are like an essay or storytelling from beginning to end… but I think I have an weird personal interpretation…

I love the imagery of meeting someone and it being like clear blue water, simple and gentle. But then that innocence of how you perceived the relationship or person changes, and now it’s all sinking ships, and you can’t keep grip and the water fills your lungs and you scream but no one hears…. Like all her emotions are being kept inward - which for me follows on from that burning red love where you thought they could’ve been the one, but they kept you like a secret and put you down in subtle ways until you don’t know if at the very core, this love is good or if this love is bad, because those burning red loves that start as clear water really fuck with your perception on what it is and what you thought it was. And they’re keeping you like a secret while also love bombing you, so how do you even explain that to your friends when this guy is always flaky and doesn’t show, so they can’t understand why you’re so emotionally invested, but they don’t see the two of you when no one else is around!

I’ve always interpreted the line ‘this love came back to me’ to not actually be about a person or reviving a relationship, but more like a follow on from everything has changed and begin again. The love that she gave and felt in her burning red love fucked with her head, but then she starts to see a new type of love, in finally feeling clean.

To me “this love” is the love that she possesses and is able to give and feel.

I would be gobsmacked if that’s how she meant any of it, I think she even said it’s about a person showing up just in time, but I like to picture someone thinking they’ll never love again, or maybe they don’t want to love again after that burning red mess, but then something happens that makes everything change and begin again and it restores your faith in love and your own ability to be vulnerable again, and who to trust, because you feel clean.

None of the language is sophisticated and it’s a very basic ocean visual, and it’s like the same sentiment as begin again and everything has changed, without needing to tell that same story.

Idk I know I’m repeating myself but I like talking lyrics here and yeah that song for me just feels like a warm hug you give yourself.

This is fair.

#nat talks 1989

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Look Who’s Talking | Bucky Barnes Modern AU P.1

Inspired by the 1989 movie w/ John Travolta & Kirstie Alley

My Marvel masterlist

Characters & pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader (romantic), Tony Stark (past romance/affair), Sam Wilson (platonic) Natasha Romanoff (platonic/best friend) Steve Rogers (platonic)

Content warnings: fluff, angst in the beginning, pregnancy, childbirth, references to sex & cheating, profanity. Modern AU. References to the 1989 movie based on the same name | female reader (she/her)

Premise: It’s never a good idea to sleep with your boss—especially if they are married. It’s even worse if the affair results in getting knocked up & then the love you thought you two shared was all a fantasy. Who happens to be the night in shining armor in this story? A taxi driver and part time pilot who may need to retake the tests when it comes to navigating the streets of New York.

Note: This AU miniseries is inspired by the 1989 movie ‘Look Who’s Talking’ staring John Travolta & Kirstie Alley. There are some lines that are from the movie but I changed or added so they weren’t exactly the same words. I thought this was a cute idea and when I thought about who would be the best to be John’s character, Bucky was the best suit. Plus both are named James so it fits. I’m only doing maybe two or three parts so be sure to like my masterlist for updates.

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It’s never a good idea to sleep with your boss—they always say to never mix business with pleasure in the office. Especially if the boss is a well known CEO with a reputation. Not only is it a bad idea to sleep with him, but it’s even worse if said boss happens to be married with a child.

Now say said boss tells you he’s in love with you and plans to divorce his wife so you two could be together. It gives you hope, right? So months into the affair when a pregnancy test comes back positive, you don’t think things would go sideways—because he’s getting a divorce and says he wants to be with you.

You tell him about the pregnancy and he seems pretty happy. It makes you believe he will follow through with his promises. So you prepare for arrival of your child with your lover—who you hope would ask you to be his wife one day, and you find yourself excited. Excited for the future and for you baby to be in your arms.

Now fast forward nine months and the pregnancy is about to come to its end. Everything has went smooth—the divorce between your lover and his wife is almost finalized and your baby has had a healthy journey in the womb.

That’s where our story begins.

In the crowded metropolitan area of New York City, Y/n L/n is out on the town with her best friend Natasha Romanoff to do a little shopping. Her pregnant belly is very noticeable in her maternity sun dress paired with a coat to combat the light breeze. Their arms were full of bags—several containing clothes and toys for the baby that the two had a lot of fun picking out.

“I hope this store has a bathroom,” Y/n says when they approach a clothing store, feeling her bladder start to build.

Natasha gives her a look, “Didn’t you just go two stores ago?” Y/n makes a sound, gesturing to her belly.

“Yeah, but I have to go again, Nat. Pregnant lady here.” She picks up the pace, catching the door handle and pulling it open for Nat to follow behind her. Natasha mutters something in Russian along the lines of, “I’m never having kids if it’s like this every twenty minutes.’

They find the bathroom, with Nat holding the bags while Y/n relieves herself and washes her hands. Once finished they start browsing the aisles. “I love this,” Y/n picks up a pretty floral dress and holds it up to her chest. When her eyes meet the mirror, her face falls slightly and groans, “Look it takes two of them to even cover me.”

“Yeah,” Nat comes to the side and puts a hand on her shoulder, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “But you’re having a baby, Y/n. Just get it for the future.”

Y/n lets her shoulders deflate, taking it off the hanger, “You try it on, Nat.”

The redhead takes the dress and steps in front of Y/n to pull it over her head. “I don’t know if I’ll ever have a baby,” Nat says aloud, “I thought about it and Bruce would make a great dad.” The dress goes over her head, and Y/n helps adjust it to cover her back while Nat starts to pull off her shirt.

“Do you love him?”

“Yeah,” Nat replies, “I do.” They make a face when they hear giggling coming from behind the dressing room curtain in front of them.

“I told you should try some of that Nobel prize winner sperm,” Y/n gives a cheeky look. “And he is a Nobel prize winner, isn’t he?”

“Oh stop it, Y/n,” Nat laughs. “He’s more than just a sperm donor.”

“I know I’m just messing with you, babes.” Y/n helps ruffle out the dress, while Nat adjusts her hair. “I’m just lucky I managed to find a nice handsome family man with brains.” She doesn’t miss the look Natasha was giving her through the mirror which resembled disapproval.

“Yeah? Except you know it’s someone else’s family, Y/n.”

“But that’s why he left, Nat,” Y/n defends, zipping up the back. “—because he loves me and we’re having a baby. It all works out.” Their attention is drawn to the dressing room where the giggling intensified.

“Stop that!” A feminine high pitch voice says while laughing.

Natasha raises her brow, a humored chuckle falling from her lips. “Guess the people in the next room are having some fun.” Y/n makes a sound and looks to the curtain when it starts to fall open.

Her earlier words of ‘it all works out,’ should’ve had her knock on wood cause it all came crashing down in seconds it’s revealed who was behind the curtain. A couple were in an intimate position with the mans face hidden in the woman’s neck—and Y/n felt her heart pick up when she notices a familiar suit.

The girl stumbles making the man hold onto her and raise his head—which all but makes Y/ns heart breaks as she locks eyes with Tony Stark. Her lover and father of her unborn child who promised to be with her once his divorce was final. The sunglasses on his face were a-skewed, hair tousled, and the top part of his dress shirt was unbutton. Not to mention his lips were swollen a bit.

The looks of amusement she and Nat had fell quicker than pin dropping. All Y/n could do was stare in disbelief as the realization overtook Tonys face. It was like he wasn’t even surprised he was caught, just upset it had to be like that. Y/n then got a good look at the girl—who had turned her head to see what Tony was looking at, and recognized her as Veronica—his public relations assistant.

Y/n couldn’t stand being in the store any longer and picked up her back to leave. “Y/n!” She heard Tony call out to her when she made her way out. Veronica yelled his name and Y/n guessed Tony had followed after her. He eventually caught up when they got outside, grabbing her shoulder, “Y/n, let me explain.”

She rips her shoulder from his grasp, while Nat—still in the dress, comes beside her and scoffs. “Now this I have to hear,” the redheads face was full of rage—like she was about to kick his ass right there in the streets.

Veronica was going off on Tony, “I thought you told her, Tony!” While a sales lady had run out and stood between the four, “Ladies those dresses need to paid for, you have to come back inside.” With all the commotion it was hard to hear so the lady then yelled, “If you don’t get the dresses back inside I will call the cops.”

Nat huffs, giving Y/n a comforting squeeze on her shoulder before turning back to change out of the dress. Veronica looks to Tony, before following suit with the sales lady behind her leaving the two alone.

Y/n just stares at the man, tears threatening to leave her eyes. “Tony, w-what? What’s going on?”

Tony lets out a sigh, “Y/n, I’m sorry—I don’t really know how to tell you this, but I’ve falling in love.”

“With Veronica?” She asks in disbelief. “H-how long have you—.”

“About three months.” Y/n felt her jaw drop. “—And Pepper knows about it—I’ll be moving in with Veronica at the end of the month.”

It was all too much for the woman—heart breaking at the news. But not only was anguish consuming her, anger was as well. Angered by the fact Pepper knew about Veronica while Tony insisted Y/n was kept a secret until after the divorce. A unhumorous scoff fell from her, eyes flickering with emotion, “So you tell Pepper about her, but not me?”

“Look, honey—,” Y/n wanted to slap him for having the audacity to call her that. “—It’s not like I planned for this. It just sorta happened.”

“And you couldn’t tell me months ago, Tony!” Y/n exclaimed, not caring her eyes were now letting tears fall. “After all this time?!”

He tried to touch her shoulder to calm her, but Y/n stepped back from him. “Look you were so close to the end of your pregnancy, I didn’t want to stress you out.” She couldn’t believe he was using her state as an excuse. “—and like I said it just happened.” Tony fiddled with the cuffs on his shirt, trying to think of some way to let Y/n down easy. “Look, I know it’s probably not the best thing to day, but I’m going through a selfish phase—.”

“A selfish phase?” She repeated in dismay as if she needed him to say it again. “A selfish phase, Tony?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Her hand comes up to hit his chest, pushing him away. Tony tries to avoid her hands, mumbling ‘ow, ow!’ “You fucking dick!” With one last wack she pushes away from him and turns away.

“Y/n, please—AHH!” He pleads with her to understand when a sudden weight is on his back and red hair covers his vision.

“Why you little asshole!” Natasha had jumped on the CEOs back while hurling insults. He wriggled beneath her just as Veronica caught up and was yelling at Nat to get off Tony. “How dare you!” “Get off him! Leave him alone!”

Tears continued to spill from Y/n as she walked the sidewalk away from the commotion behind her. Her heart was breaking and all she could think about was she was now alone with a baby about to be born any day.

Well more like any minute when a tightness could be felt in her stomach and pain erupted.

She let out a groan, stepping to the side to place a hand on her belly and take a deep breath while the pain passed. But it came back as soon as it was gone and panic filled her at the realization she was going into labor. “Ahh!” she winced, moving to the side of the street. There was a cap parked and she tried to get to it but a man had beat her. “Wait, sir, please—I’m in labor!”

The man just gives her an uninterested look, “I was here first, lady.” He gets in the taxi and the car speeds away leaving Y/n in just a state of annoyance.

“Fucking typical,” she mutters, wincing when another contraction hits her. Luckily as she moves closer to the curb another cab pulls up and she doesn’t hesitate to throw the door open. Her bag is tossed inside and she drops to the seat pulling the door closed behind her. “St. Marys Hospital,” she tells the driver and adds, “—and step on it—ah!”

The sound of her pained grunt has the driver turn around making his eyes widen behind the aviators. “Ah shit!” The cab is put in drive and hauled into the streets by making an illegal U-turn. He hits the gas and Y/n has to hold onto the door handle to keep steady.

“Hey!” She yells from the backseat, “You need to slow down, buddy! The first stage of labor can take hours.”

He lets out a scoff, gesturing to the streets in front of them. “Yeah and so can traffic!” He makes a sharp left and nearly takes out a trash can causing her to gasp. The man doesn’t even stop at a stoplight, completely bypassing it which has cars stopping to avoid being hit.

When he gets distracted yelling out the window, Y/n screams seeing a semi coming toward them cause he veered off to the other lane. “Shit,” he mumbles, swinging the wheel to the right to get back into the right lane. Y/n’s hand meets the window, to prevent her head from hitting when the sudden movement jerks her.

“God, you idiot!”

As they come up on a main road, cars are stopped at a light making the driver groan and come to a stop. At that exact moment another contraction hits Y/n, quicker than the others making her say “Can you go any faster?”

“I can’t, doll, there’s traffic—I can’t move the cars you know what I mean.” He then reaches his gloved hand back, “here hold onto my hand if you need—,” he’s cut off when she slaps his hand away. “Okay suit yourself.”

The next contraction had Y/n gasping when a sensation was felt in her underwear. “Shit!” The exclamation has the cab driver turning to look at her. “Oh, no—my water just broke.” Sure enough when she lifted the hem of her dress skirt she could see the puddle of fluid. “Fuck.”

“Oh boy,” he says and sticks his head out the window. “Hey c’mon buddy! Move it!” When he gets to the roadblock he sees it’s a construction zone causing the bottleneck and starts yelling at the guy directing traffic.

“Hey you can’t go through here!”

“I got an emergency!” He yells back, while the guy starts telling him the direction to go around. With a huff, he steps on the gas and makes the decision of going through the zone.

Y/n gasps, “What are you doing!?”

“Getting you to the hospital—just relax and hold on. We’re almost there.”

She starts working on her breathing to get through the contractions. When she looks up through the windshield the sight of trucks have her screaming, “Watch out! You’re gonna hit—.” She’s cut off by the sudden jerk of the car.

The next few minutes felt like she was on a roller coaster that should’ve been denied upon inspection. He was swerving and jerking, barely paying attention to the road. The wheels had hit the curb a few times making her call him a ‘stupid son of a bitch.’ She prayed the hospital was just around the corner cause she was seconds away from throwing herself from the cab and just walking the rest of the way.

“Have you been doing your Lamaze breathing?”

“Will you watch the road!!” A discarded box meets the cabs bumper.

He turns his head over his shoulder, “C’mon breath deep—you gotta use Lamaze—my sister did it and it worked,” she rolls her eyes as he continues, “and it’s good for the baby.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re an expert huh?” Sarcasm drips from her tongue, but she continues to work on her breathing. The contractions were getting closer together and she could feel was dread at the thought of pushing the baby out in the backseat of a cab.

They hit another bump as he cuts a left through an intersection. “You want me to call your husband when we get to the hospital?”

“I don’t have a husband!” She winces through a contraction.

“Boyfriend?” Now Y/n has had it and just wants him to stop asking question.

“Not that it’s any of your business, buddy, but I had an affair with a married man who I just found out was cheating on me too!” Y/n feels tears prickle, both from the pain and emotions she was feeling.

“Oh damn,” he makes a face and Y/n huffs. Much to her pleasure the sign for the St. Mary’s emergency room finally meets her eye and she already has her hand on the door. The driver—who she has yet to learn the name of—flies into the roundabout and hits the curb.

Y/n flings the door open—completely forgetting her purse and runs up to the sidewalk where she sees the driver had also got out to help her. “Are you out of your mind!” She hits his shoulder, “You could’ve killed us!—ahh!!” She hunches over and his arm comes around her. “Don’t touch me!” He doesn’t listen and just tries to help her through the doors of the hospital.

Y/n reaches the front desk out of breath and talks with the receptionist while the driver is being told he needs to move his cab. “Sir, you can’t be parked in a loading zone!” “I’ll move it give me a second.” “Ma’am you’re gonna have to fill out this paperwork.” “I’m literally in labor—ah!” “Can we please get her a wheelchair and set up a room.”

Y/n is wheeled into a room whereas the taxi driver is being escorted by a man to be handed a dressing gown and mask. “Here just put this on and good luck.” His eyes widen at the implication.

“But buddy, I ain’t the father!” The man was gone and therefore didn’t hear him. He just lets out a sigh and goes to the bathroom to change. Meanwhile Y/n is hooked up to machines and begging for the doctor to give her the epidural—the contractions becoming too much for her to bare.

“I can’t do this anymore—I-I need the drugs.” The nurse beside her just shakes her head while telling her to slow her breathing. That just angers Y/n even more. “Oh screw my breathing!”

At that moment the cab driver decked in a green gown strolls in, having heard the yelling from down the hall. “Now, now, you gotta calm down—you’ll be starting to sound like Darth Vader up in here.” Her hand comes to his chest, pulling him down so they were eye level.

“Get me those drugs.”

“You sure?” He asks with his brow raised. She nods, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes and he turns to the nurse. “Can’t you get her the epidural?”

“She’s almost fully dilated—and I can’t do anything without the doctor.”

He lets out a huff, moving to the doorway where he spots a man in a lab coat looking at a clipboard. “Hey!” The man looks up to the noise, “You the doctor? Get in here—let’s go.” He steps away to let the doctor through and stands beside him while Y/n is checked over.

“Water break?”

“Half an hour ago,” the nurse replies.

“Dilation?”

The nurse goes to look under Y/ns dressing gown. “Roughly five centimeters.” The doctor pulls his glasses from his pocket and puts them on his face.

“Have you been doing your Lamaze breathing?”

Y/n lets out a pained groan, “I’m really trying, doc. But I dropped out of Lamaze—if you take this pain away I’ll go to summer school and make it up.” She tries to laugh at the joke, but another contraction hits making her wince instead.

The doctor chuckles anyway, “The epidural should be here any minute. Hopefully you won’t reach eight centimeters before it gets here otherwise we won’t be able to administer it—can be harmful for the baby.” Y/n groans at that, praying they would hurry.

Her prayers were answered five minutes later and with a poke of a needle to her lower back the pain seemed to numb. Y/n sighed in content, leaning back against the bed as her lower half relaxed. She had yet to realize the masked man who she thought was a doctor or nurse was actually the cab driver.

He didn’t have his sunglasses on so when she looked at him she was met with a stunning pair of blue eyes. The tilt of her head has him repeat the action, almost like he was waiting for her to say something.

“Are you,” she squints, “—are you the cab driver?” When he was talking earlier she picked up on his voice and it sounded familiar—given she was yelling at the owner the entire drive to the hospital.

His eyes seemed to twinkle and he extends a hand, “James Barnes at your service, milady. But please call me Bucky,” he ends it with a wink.

“Oh gosh,” she takes his hand. “I didn’t think you’d still be here.” He gives a shrug.

“Yeah well my cab is probably already towed so I didn’t have any other option than to stick around.” He tilts her head, seeing the now tired look she had after the epidural had kicked in—mixed with the dried tears left on her face. “What’s your name by the way? Or do I have to stick to calling you doll.”

Y/n adjusts herself, letting her head fall to the pillow. “Y/n. Sorry for hitting you by the way.”

“It’s no biggie,” Bucky waved his hand, “It happens quite often.” She gives him a look, not really knowing how to react to that.

“I feel I should be concerned.” Y/n goes to say something else, but a sudden pressure has her hunching over. “Oh no, no, no. I feel something—DON’T LOOK!!” She screams when he made movement to see if the baby was coming.

“What I was just checking so we can call the doctor,” he says as if it were obvious.

“Oh my God,” she waves him away, “Just get the doctor first and have him look!” Bucky shrugs and exits the door only to return moments later with the doctor.

Sure enough she was fully dilated and crowning. Y/ns legs were perched up and Bucky went to hold her hand and one of her knees while the nurse held the other on the opposite side. Another nurse was on standby beside the doctor. “Okay, Y/n, it’s time to push. When the next contraction hits I want you to push for ten seconds and don’t stop until it passes.”

“O-okay,” she stutters out, feeling the pressure build in her lower half. Her hand had a tight grip on Buckys, the man encouraging her to squeeze as hard as she needed.

Ten minutes of pushing and grunting passed before screams filled the room and Y/n felt the pressure leave her body. She lifted her head from the pillow nearly bursting into sobs when her eyes landed on her baby. They were screaming—putting those new lungs to work and were covered in the embryonic fluid.

“Congratulations, Ms. L/n,” the doctor said, holding the newborn to her. “You have a boy.” Y/n hadn’t known the sex of the baby during her pregnancy, and let out a gasp at the news. She had names picked out already so she couldn’t wait for the doctor to make it official.

“He’s beautiful,” she awed when the doctor went to cut the umbilical cord after Bucky politely refused. The newborn was passed to a nurse to be cleaned and dried off.

“Good job, doll,” Bucky said to her, gently massaging her hand with his thumb that was still in his grasp.

Y/n turned her head to meet his gaze, a tired smile on her face. “Thank you.” It looked like he was smiling from behind the mask—given there were crinkles by his eyes.

Her son was put in a swaddle and beanie after doing some vital checks with the nurse gently carrying him over to the new mom. He was still crying, but as soon as he was placed into Y/ns arms the cries subsided. Y/ns arms were shaking slightly, multiple emotions running through her that she couldn’t decide which was the strongest at the moment.

There was joy, anxiousness, fear, sadness, excitement all wrapped into one. But overall the main thing she could feel was love. Consuming love at the baby in her arms. Her baby, her son. Who came into the world and already stole her heart.

It was going to be tough for the them, but Y/n was dedicated to making sure he would have the absolute best life she could give him. Even if it was on her own.

“Hey there,” she cooed, voice going so soft it was almost a whisper. The smile on her face grew when the baby opened his eyes, squinting a bit by the light. “So you’re the one who’s been kicking me I see,” she teases lightly, watching the newborn nuzzle into the blanket.

Bucky watches the interaction with fondness. He may not know the woman or her story, but he couldn’t help but melt at the sight of mother and baby meeting for the first time. The man knew he needed to leave—let her go on with her life, hoping maybe one day they would cross paths again.

Without her being in labor in the back seat of his cab.

“I better get going,” he says when the nurse comes back in to do some checks, “—make sure my cab didn’t get towed. But congratulations, Y/n.” She hadn’t been paying attention when he started to back away, but she lifts her head as he nearly exits the door.

“Hey,” she stops him in his tracks, making him turn back to her. She gives a smile—one full of thanks and appreciation. “Thank you, James.”

His lips curl up, giving her a small nod and gesturing to the baby in her arms. “It’s my honor, doll. You take care now.” As he exited the room leaving her and her newborn son alone, Y/ns mind began to wonder. It was just them two now—with the help of her close friends and family, and Y/n was nervous of how life was going to play out.

But two things were for sure in her mind.

1. The baby in her arms would get everything he ever deserved out of life—she would make sure of it until her last breath.

2. That cab driver needed to seriously get his license revoked. Although he was kinda a sight for sore eyes.

The nurse came over to take her son to run some more checkups and get information written down so she could rest. At the last thought left her brain, Y/n let her head fall back to the pillow as the sleep began to consume her.

Look who’s talking now.

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Wildest Dreams

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 9

"He only saw her in his dreams."

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 3,695

Warnings: language as always, angst and some tiny fluff (probably not in the way you want), alludes to sex, Odin. one malec reference.

A/N: okay so, this chapter is different since it is mainly introspective about Loki's time in the 6 months he has been back in Asgard- so that's that about the timeline.

A/N2: I really hope you'll like it so let me know by reblogging and commenting! If you want to be on my taglist let me know by sending an ask! Thank you @chrissquares for the dividers! and the amazing @nacho-bucky

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Month one in Asgard.

"Brother I assure you all will be well. I'll make sure she will be safe." Thor had told him that before he left for Midgard.

The gesture was nice but while he did want you to be safe he didn't want to know who you are hanging with.

You'll find a way to move on and so will he. Once this all will be over Loki will finally get some peace and his life will return to normal, nothing lasts forever after all.

Life as a prince was supposedly comfortable, and so a prince's chambers should be as well. But as he was lying on the big soft bed in his large room, he couldn't have felt more alone. The bed was too big, the sheets were too cold, and the surfaces of the room were too empty of life- he could find a million faults to his room if he tried.

Loki didn't stay in his room often then, as a prince he could do whatever he wants and he could go anywhere he wants- well, almost.

Sparring was a great hobby he developed when he was angry, having a chance to politely beat down another person often sounds delightful to him then. It was almost empty now at the sunset but he found an opponent.

He could feel and hear his own heartbeat as he took in a breath and looked into the sunset as the warrior took his stance in front of him.

'The Norse Gods are almost immortal.'

The sentence lingered in your head. Maybe buying this book was a bad idea. At the knock on your door you quickly shut the book and shoved it under the sofa cushion.

A moment later Loki walked in with a batch of freshly picked flowers, they didn't look like they were from around here, you only hoped these flowers can survive on their own so you wouldn't kill them.

"Hello my love, are you ready for our date?" you got up to him with a smile, he put the flowers in a vase that appeared on your table, once he was in your reach you gave him a peck on the lips.

"Yes, let's go!" The relationship was still new but you were happy that you still had that same chemistry that the two of you had before.

That sentence kept your mind busy as you drove out of the city, away from the crowd of people and into a high solitary space.

"I could've just teleported us there my love, you know that right?" he looked at you as you drove, the sun was shining over you and he couldn't look away. The view of you in the sunlight with your best dress and red lips is easily more stunning than anything he had seen in all the realms.

"Yes, but it's more fun this way." You insisted on having some of the dates be normal and human.

"How is driving for such a long time fun?" you saw him shake his head from the corner of your eyes.

"Just relax Loki, I'll put on some great driving songs." He groaned but you only laughed.

It was an hour or so later that you reached your destination- it was an amazing view seeing all the trees and rocks as you finally parked on the dry ground of the mountain hill spot you found for Loki and you.

Loki stepped outside and laid out the picnic you packed up as you looked down on the beautiful horizon as the sun began to set.

Loki came up behind you and curled his hands around your waist.

You could've stayed in that content moment forever. The sentence still lingered in your brain.

"Loki?" you called to him and he only hummed in response, his lips kissing your hair.

"Yes, darling?"

"Say you'll remember me." You asked him in a low voice.

"What?"

"Say you'll remember me, here at this moment, standing in a nice dress and staring at the sunset with you."

"I promise you my dear," he kissed your shoulder and you felt him smiling. "Every time I see you, I'll remember this moment. I'll relish it forever."

•

Month two in Asgard.

It was different, spending the time with her here was nothing like being with you there- but maybe that's a good thing.

He was trying to get used to all the same emotions he felt all those years go. The regret, the knowing that he has to let go completely, the anger and temporary solutions, and then there's the sadness.

It was a familiar process, but having you again just reminded him of everything he lost and how everything has changed after he first let you go.

The first time he let you go, it almost killed him. And now he didn't know how his own mind would work to survive this.

He spent days in meetings and peace negotiating. His father kept him busy whether it was with Iyllir or work, it didn't matter.

She was excited about the wedding- their wedding. He chimed him whenever she asked for his opinion.

"What do you think about the flowers? Besides the ones I already picked of course." The lady smiled at him and waited for his answer. Anything besides your favourite flower would be fine.

The only real thing in this month for him was the work he was doing- negotiating peace was not an easy task. Granted, he could've solved it long ago but where is the fun in that?

"It was a wise choice to listen to my advice. I'm sure your decision to marry soon to be Princess Iyllir will make everyone happy." Odin told Loki as he followed the Allfather into yet another meeting. Entering the room, Loki looked at the blonde who sat next to his seat- he wasn't supposed to be in this meeting.

Taking the seat next to him, Thor smiled at his brother.

"Brother," Loki greeted him and continued to look forward at the table. "Are you not supposed to still be in Midgard?"

"I am, but I returned for a bit," Thor lowered his eyes then. "I heard about the marriage, I'm happy for you."

His pat on the back felt gentler than the usual forceful ones. To Loki it was quite unsettling.

"To be quite honest, I thought you won't do it because-"

"Thank you brother, I look forward to the marriage, it's the right choice."

"Is it?" Thor asked his brother lowly, the meeting was already starting and Loki didn't respond but it was probably best to leave this topic for now. Thor had never seen his brother the way he was when he was with you, it was clear that you mean a lot to him, so it made it that much more worrisome that Loki was going to go through with the arranged marriage. Thor knew Loki would've easily gotten out of it if he wanted to.

•

Present day on Midgard.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Thor stood there with all of his friends from work looking at him silently.

Natasha was the one to break the silence, "Y/N has been kidnapped and we think the Asgardian problem that we have on our hands right now was the cause of it."

"Y/N has been kidnapped?" His brows furrowed and he put his hammer on the table. "When did this happen?"

"Last week, you weren't here."

"I had to attend a ball for my brother and…" he trailed off.

"Right, I'm sure the wedding was lovely." The captain retorted.

"We really don't need to talk about," Wanda started and looked between Pietro and Clint.

"The wedding hasn't occurred yet." Thor settled in a seat right in front of Steve. "Did you manage to find out where she might be?"

"If we did then she would've been home by now."

"No, we've got nothing so far." Nat glared at Steve before she returned to look at Thor.

"Well you could've told me sooner, I'm sure my brother will be able to help."

"What? Are you crazy?" Steve let out a bitter laugh and stood up. One of his hands was a fist on the table and the other was pointing at Thor. "He is not coming anywhere near here."

The dark tone in Steve's voice left no room for arguments. Tony only heard it once before and so he took Steve out of the room before anything could happen.

•

Month three in Asgard.

"I see that you've read the books that I recommended you already." Iyllir sat next to him on the dark blue couch in the large palace library. Gold and blue were all around and the smell of old books filled the air.

"Yes they were very interesting," She put a hand on his arm delicately. "You have incredible taste in books my prince."

He nodded at that and quickly picked up one of the books from the pile that was set aside on the table. The guide to the old weapons of the nine realms- he remembered reading it as a child, he used to sneak into the vaults and look around at all the hidden things he found there that he read about in his books. Whatever he didn't recognize he would pick it up and study it. There may have been a couple of accidents there- but come on, what did you expect?

Now the book let his mind wander to the happenings on earth. He heard Thor talk about how it is going there in hushed whispers, but he never stuck around to actually hear anything in fear it would be about you.

He didn't need to know how you were doing, who you were hanging with or what you were up to.

"Loki?" He got snapped out of his thoughts. He looked back at Iyllir who had an unreadable look on her face, he found it hard to read people when he was so caught up inside his own mind, but her face soon took on a gentle smile. "You drifted off a bit. You're here with me now, there's no need to dwell over anything- so let's leave this book aside, it seems to put you in a bad mood."

Iyllir took the book from his hands and put it behind her. She then linked her hand with his and caressed his arm, her head leaning on his shoulder.

His mind now wandered to her and their wedding that was coming soon. Iyllir did manage to put herself in his mind where you should be, so maybe this was the right call after all.

Loki smiled at her and they continued to engage in conversation.

•

Month four in Asgard.

It was hard to admit that he enjoyed Iyllir's company.

Her lips were soft, and he appreciated the way they made thoughts disappear from his brain.

"Did you really turn into a snake?" Iyllir's laugh joined his as he recalled the memory.

"He was quite shocked, we were eight at the time."

"That was quite clever of you, my prince." She laughed and let her head fall onto his chest as they lay in his bed, covered in green silky sheets.

"Well, I'm always clever."

"Now you're just giving yourself too much credit, you are not always clever." You laughed at him.

He shook his head and turned back to her.

"What do you think about going out of the castle for a bit, go for a couple of days to a small cabin far away from other asgardians just the two of us?"

She nodded enthusiastically and leaned up to a kiss.

•

"This place is beautiful, but I wish we would've brought maids with us- you shouldn't do any of these things, you're a prince. I sent a letter so hopefully the servants will get here soon."

"Oh, I was quite content with using my magic, but how thoughtful of you."

"Now you'll get to spend more time with me." She whispered to him and walked over to him, putting her hands around Loki's neck.

He pulled her closer.

"That is true." He said in between kisses, moving the two of them backwards until Iyllir's knees touched the bed.

"You know, it is not really proper for a man and woman to be in bed together like this before their wedding night." She moaned at the kisses he trailed down her neck.

"When did I ever care about such formalities, my dear?" she let out a breathy laugh as he laid her on the mattress and he hovered above her. "And I know for a fact that you don't either."

Loki was in bed, opening his eyes and seeing the redheaded girl still sleeping next to him, her bare back shone in the sun. They were twisted in bed sheets, and Loki looked back up at the ceiling and tried to go back to sleep, closing his eyes.

"Loki, come cuddle me, I'm cold." Your sleepy voice called out to him.

"Okay, love." He moved himself closer to the body next to him. Opening his eyes for a second, he got snapped back to reality when he realized that you weren't the one in his bed, he was cuddling someone who wasn't you.

He shook his head and tried to fall asleep when Iyllir pressed back against him.

•

Month five in Asgard.

The ballroom was massive and adorned with gold and touches of green. The people there were ecstatic about the upcoming wedding.

The crowded room was full of people drinking mead and eating and dancing. But it all seemed just a bit too much for him.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think this will happen to him that this would be his life. Every girl was here with the most beautiful dresses but all he could remember was you, dancing with him in your best dress, you could easily beat any girl here with that dress and your beauty.

Loki was seated next to the Allfather and Iyllir, watching over the room as more and more new asgardians came to pay their respects and congratulate the happy couple. Thor came up behind them and patted Loki on the back before he took him away to drink.

According to Thor it was a necessity.

After that he had a dance with his soon to be wife, only a few kisses were engaged, Loki didn't like being as affectionate out in the open, in front of so many people.

The dance ended and the mead started to kick in, and if he was honest it was quite amusing to see Thor drunk as he talked, or more so yelled, to his friends.

After the ball he didn't see Thor as much, he must be busy with… whatever that was happening on Midgard. He won't let himself think too much about it, so he kept himself busy with wedding preparations and council meetings.

He spent the month buried in work during the day, and clearing his head during the night.

•

Present day in Midgard.

"Tony, I already told you that her powers don't have any energy trackers that we can build on."

"Bruce, we already scoured hydra bases. We found no information about her." Tony looked at the screen in front of him before pushing it aside, startling Bruce. "Sorry."

The doors to the lab opened and they turned to see Thor coming in with a short smile.

"Have you got any news about Lady Y/N?" he looked around the room anxiously, his next words would certainly get a reaction from the two scientists. "Do you need my brother's help?"

"Thor, I don't think that's a good idea." Tony exchanged a look with Bruce and he rubbed his eyes. "But no, we still don't know where she is."

"Why refuse his help?" Thor's voice grew louder. He then looked at the door when it opened for Steve and Wanda.

"We already told you Thor, we don't want his help." Steve chuckled darkly, so Wanda put her hand on the captain's shoulder then, trying to ease the tension.

"Thor, this isn't something Loki can help with, this is hydra."

"He will still do whatever he can, he still cares for her-"

"Besides, he is probably busy preparing for his wedding, isn't that right?"

"You are being judgmental Steve," Thor came towards Steve. "You're not thinking rationally."

"Oh I am judging him just right. If you're only here to try and vouch for your brother than you may as well go."

"Steve!" Wanda called him but he didn't budge his stare from the Asgardian prince.

Thor left shortly after.

Steve ignored the stares.

•

"Father, the elves are calming down, if we send some aid we could make sure peace is settled." Loki talked to his father in the throne room.

"If we send aid, they could use it against us. They could just be faking submission." Loki held back a laugh.

"I'm not the god of lies for nothing father, I'd be able to tell if they were faking it. Trust me about this." The doors opened with a bang, shutting behind the blonde prince as he strode towards Loki.

"My son, what are you doing here?"

"Loki," Thor ignored his father and Loki got up and looked at Thor at the strange occurrence. "Y/N has been kidnapped, you need to come back."

"She what?" His heartbeat sped up and he could feel the warm sensation of anger rise in him from the fear.

"Who is this girl?" Odin looked between his two sons when none answered. "Thor?"

"A girl from Midgard, she's an Avenger." He looked over Loki and nodded his head, he needed to be the one to talk.

"She's just a girl that I knew from Midgard." He said to his father with his jaw clenched, then he turned to Thor. "Thor, what happened?"

"They think she's got taken because of her powers, or because of the Asgardian technology that was stolen."

"My sons, you will answer to the questions I pose. Now tell me, what powers does she posses? If she has a part in the problem we have on Midgard then I deserve to know that."

Thor nodded, encouraging Loki to speak up.

"She has the power to insert herself into people's minds and control what they see and feel." He shook his head at his father. "She has no role in this father, she should not be mixed with Asgardian business."

The Allfather was quiet then before he shifted in his throne.

"Son, you know her for quite some time isn't that right?" Loki nodded and looked down.

"And you seem to care for her, too." He was no longer asking but Loki found himself nodding anyway. "Did she know about you being an Asgardian?"

"Yes, she knew who I was."

"So have you ever used your magic on her?" Loki was halfway into shaking his head before he stopped and remembered that night he spent comforting you, sitting on the tile of your bathroom.

"Only once," he thought back at the ancient spell.

"Tell me now my son, has it ever crossed your mind that such powerful magic as the one you have will affect a mortal immensely?"

"What are you saying father?" Thor looked up at Odin.

"It was a powerful spell…" Loki was still in thought about his actions that night, he must have been emotional.

"Her powers can be of Asgardian source, the mortal's powers sound like old Asgardian magic- the reality stone that was stored here long ago. The spell must have been from those ancient time, and so it stored immense powers- the kind that a mortal could not bear."

"So is that why they took her? Because of my magic, they took her because of me." Loki mumbled to himself.

"Loki, no don't say that-"

"It's true Thor! I'm going to get her back." Loki didn't wait for Odin to object before he all but ran out of the door. Odin didn't object.

"Thor, go after him. If he finds her, he will find the rest of the stolen weapons." Thor nodded to his father before following his brother.

•

Steve looked at the papers scattered on the lab.

"This is a nightmare."

"I've had better nightmares." Natasha spoke from next to him. "You should go rest a bit, you look like hell."

He smiled at her but it barely reached his eyes. You were a part of his family, losing you is not an option. He didn't know where you were and he didn't want to think about what you may be going through.

He wasn't the only one who cared about you, he knew that, but it still felt like they don't understand.

He turned around to go get water, when he almost ran into someone.

Looking up he saw the blue eyes of the raven haired prince. His tiredness suddenly disappeared when he took in the cold demeanor and rage filled eyed.

"I've been away for six long months and meanwhile you let her get kidnapped just like that?" Loki's voice was low and Steve didn't notice Thor walk in right after Loki, he didn't hear Bucky calling him.

"You are not welcome here Loki, and don't talk about it as if it isn't your entire fault."

The answer he got was in a dark laugh.

"Oh captain, I'm afraid I'm way past asking permission." Loki moved past him. "How long was she gone?"

"Almost a month," Bucky replied, looking between Steve's clenched posture and the same one that Loki held. "Can you find her?"

"I'll do whatever it takes." He nodded to the soldier and Bucky recognized the vulnerability in his eyes.

"Her powers are Asgardian, they came from me." Loki looked at the different screens, the room was quiet. "Doctor Banner, do you think you could track my energy signature? She should have some part of it inside her."

Loki looked back at the doctor, awaiting a response.

"Yes, I will just need to take some of your-"

"Take what you need."

•

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[make-me-imagine]

Red Roses: “I Love You” - Wanda Maximoff Ending

Valentines Special: Day Nine

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips   // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus  //  Day Eight: Daffodils (Post with rest of the character endings)

Plot: It’s finally Valentines Day, the day the reader will finally learn who it is that had been leaving them flowers and notes expressing their secret feelings.

Pairing: Gen!Neutral Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Triggers: None        Words: 1,503

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February 14th

You woke up late in the morning, having had a restless nights sleep most of the night. As you groggily opened up your eyes and stretched, you turned to look at your clock, seeing it was nearly 11am. You sighed before grabbing your phone, seeing a missed text from Steve a few hours prior asking if you wanted to go for a run with him and Bucky. Replying with an apology and that you slept in, you rolled back over, your eyes landing on the daffodils on the table. 

Remembering that you had woken up lying at the end of your bed before crawling back in, you reached over on your desk and grabbed the note you had set their last night. You read over it again before “New beginnings” you mumble to yourself before sighing and sitting up.

Eventually, you had gotten out of bed, brushed your teeth and got dressed before wondering out of your room, planning on going on a walk. You just wanted to get out of the tower honestly. You needed to think things over again. 

You managed to leave the tower without running into any of the others before you began wandering towards a nearby park, headphones in and favorite music playing. You began to think of the possibilities again. Over the last week, you found yourself watching the others more closely. The way Natasha and Bruce had been acting around each other, you figured it was neither of them leaving you the notes. And you doubted it was Tony or Clint, and it certainly wasn’t Loki. 

So that leaves Steve, Bucky, Vision, Thor and Wanda. Steve and Bucky had always been kind to you, you were definitely close to both of them. The more you thought about them, the less you could see yourself in a relationship with them. And Vision was nearly impossible to figure out entirely.

And then there was Wanda. Ever since you met her and Pietro in your fight against Ultron, you had a bond. She felt comfortable around you, and you had never been afraid of her. You made sure she knew she wasn’t alone, and helped her mourn her brother. You spent a lot of your time together, and you had recently become more confused about your feelings towards her.

You liked her much more than you did anyone else. If you were a teenager, you’d call it a crush. But could she ever feel the same for you? Just like Vision, she was good at hiding her emotions. And you were, you think, very good at hiding how you felt. And you trusted her to never use her abilities on you without your permission anyways, she had made a promise to you as well, though you did not ask her too. It was her own way of expressing you could trust her. 

Sitting down on a bench and staring out at the park, and the people wandering around, you thought more about Wanda and the way she was around you. Thinking of all the small interactions, some of which could be seen as a bit more intimate than others. You began to feel a small sense of hope towards who would admit their feelings to you tonight. 

- - -

You had spent most of your day wandering around the city before heading back to the tower a few hours before the party would begin. You had been avoiding talking to the others, rarely texting them throughout the day. So when you arrived back at the tower, you were not really surprised when Natasha and Clint found you before you made it all the way to your room. 

“Is something up? You don’t usually avoid us this much.” Natasha began as you were stopped in the hallway before the elevator. 

You sighed as you leaned against the wall “I’ve just been preoccupied, I’m fine I promise.” 

“This is about the flowers isn’t it?” Clint asked.

You nodded and Natasha smiled apologetically “Y/n, you really don’t need to be so concerned, I’m sure that if you really can’t see yourself being with whoever it is, they’ll understand. We are all way to close to hold that type of grudge, or let something like this stand between us.” 

“You haven’t read the notes Nat. There’s much more at stake than you understand. But, I do hope you’re right.” you said with a sense of unease. 

After they tried to console you a bit more, you left to go back to your room. Taking a long shower, and slowly getting ready, you sat around distracting yourself before the party. You had gone back and forth in your mind, part of you trying to convince yourself to not go down at all. Maybe they would come find you if they really wanted. But eventually deciding against this, you convinced yourself to go up to the party. 

The party was crowded and loud, made up of a cacophony of laughter, conversation, and music. You spent a while hanging out with Natasha, Clint, Bruce and Wanda before you snuck off when you all joined the others and groups of guests. 

You thought you had not been noticed, when you found a quiet separate room, closed off from guests. You had begun to feel a bit overwhelmed and needed to take a breather away from everyone. Staring out of the large window out at the bright city, as you began to relax.

Hearing the door creak open, you looked over to see Wanda peak her head in. Her eyes meeting yours as she gave you a cautious smile “Are you alright? I saw you sneak off.”

You smiled politely at her, with little emotion “I’m okay, just started to feel a bit overwhelmed.” 

“So, is this a bad time?” 

“For what?” you asked with a questioning face. 

Stepping fully into the room, she lifted up a small bouquet of red roses “To give you these?” she asked cautiously, cocking her head sideways slightly as she watched you. 

Your eyes whipped back and fourth from the roses to Wanda before you found your voice again “Uh, wh- did...uh, did someone give you those to give to me...Or..?” 

She smiled as she began walking towards you “No one gave them to me.”

You met her eyes “Then...you?” 

She nodded her head once “Yes. Me.” she smiled. Walking the rest of the way up to you she handed you the flowers, which you took cautiously as you looked between them and Wanda.  

“I....” you chuckled at your own speechlessness “I just...really thought that you uh, I mean, I thought I was the only one...”

Her smile widened at your stuttering admission before she reached out and placed her hands over yours sending a sense of ease over you. “I didn’t really mean too. But, a few weeks ago, I was feeling, overwhelmed myself, about how I found my feelings changing for you. And one day, when we were together, I couldn’t help but...search a bit, just to see.” she looked at you with guilt on her face “I’m sorry, I know I promised I wouldn’t-”

“It’s alright Wanda” you cut her off, assuring her “That actually makes it a lot easier” you chuckled, which made her smile with relief and amusement. “So, that whole, scavenger hunt you joked about a while ago, to find who was leaving the flowers was just a ploy to distract me from thinking it was you?”

She cocked her head to the side with a smile “Maybe.”

You realized that this now made sense, that day when you found no one in the hallway when you heard them, she had used her magic. “Did anybody else know?” you asked curiously. 

She shook her head “I mean, both Tony and Steve knew about how I felt about you, so maybe they figured it was me. But I never told anyone. But I did hear Bucky mentioning something to Steve about you..pressing the flowers?” her smile widened “Did you really?” 

You felt heat rise up the back of you neck as you smiled “Maybe.” 

She laughed before she took another step closer, pressing her forehead against yours as she stared into your eyes, “I’m very glad that you liked the flowers so much, and I hope you are alright with the things that I said.” 

“I’m more than alright with them Wanda. I loved them. And I...” you hesitated, wondering if you should say what you were truly feeling. But maybe it was too soon? Though, the roses. They were the first flowers you had received that you already knew the meaning of. So, was this Wanda’s own way of confessing...of telling you?

“I know.” she said “Me too.” she replied, answering your unspoken question.

You smiled widely at each other before leaning in together and meeting in a kiss. A feeling of ease and happiness ran through you as your mind was silenced. There was no more anxiety or busy thoughts, just peace, acceptance, and happiness. 

xx xx xx xx xx

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[whatiwillsay]

i recently learned what a pearl necklace is some nat’s blog, so i’m rethinking the “wear you like a necklace” line (which i previously viewed as decently solid evidence that so it goes is gay).

seeing as it was written in 2015, bestie, do you think it’s possible that it’s about matty healy (he’s definitely a ‘bad boy’) or even jake gyllenhaal (since i remember him popping up in 2015 in your timeline)?

so the fun thing about a song like so it goes is that you can really apply it to anyone you want like whatever makes you happy you can land on with this song. it has a 2017 copyright date so i think it was written then. i know the producer seemed to insinuate maybe it was written in 2015, because he had that quote about becoming a father when they were working on the song but he also had a kid in 2017 so that + the copyright date tells me it was 2017. there’s a ton of possible muses but first “wear you like a necklace” could mean a pearl necklace so a hettie pairing or it could mean a woman wrapping her legs around taylor’s neck while she goes down on her- either/or which ever makes you happy. it also could be referring to the actual literal necklaces some of her partners gave her: calvin gave her a locket and joe gave her a j necklace. could just be a little reference to one of those guys.

so let’s talk muses. jake is a definite no. i’m not sure how you get “secret late stage fucking while taylor has a boyfriend” from the timeline because the story is she either 1. ran into him at an event and said hello and it was no big deal or 2. she ran into him at an event and had a little crying meltdown. neither suggests she ran off and fucked him. might i remind you that jake “made her want to die” i don’t really think she’s having affairs with him after 2011 when they are last spotted together.

matty healy, which is as good a conspiracy ship as any and i do fully remain open to a hook up there it feels certainly as possible as a kaylor hookup if not more, did strongly deny any connection with taylor other than business when he said, “ "It is bloody fake," he declared. "It's all fake. It's all a farce." He went on to say that they did exchange numbers, but implied that it was just a friendly and/or work-related thing. "She's the biggest pop star in the world; I'm in Australia," he added. "There's no, like, relationship or anything happening. It's just funny how people really, really buy into that."” (source). so take that info under consideration.

given if there was a hookup it was brief and not an ongoing thing that doesn’t really match the themes explored in the song which is- toxic relationship, we fight a lot but sex is bomb, we’re undefined, we’re sneaking around and secret, this has been going on for a while

this could match well for calvin who it was messy with in the end but for me thematically i actually think it matches really well with the lover muse- whoever false god is about, because it’s basically the same story. we’re fighting but we come back together and have sex and that fixes everything. i’ll consider lily for this song (and we will have the lover tily episode on the main pod soon!) but i do think it’s about joe. another lyric from lover that stands out to me as similar to sig is “maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down” and “cat and mouse for a month or two or three” and “i thought you were leading me on”. so i do think sig is commenting on the same situation taylor looks back and reflects on in lover. given all this i think the muse is Joe.

some other possibly muses would be: karlie- if kaylor happened we know it was a confusing hookup situation given karlie’s relationship with josh so the messy “this is just sex” themes fit OR the title itself may give it away as the 1989 muse. taylor keeps associating the phrase “so it goes” with the red falling in love muse/1989 breakup muse on tvfn, style, and you are in love. for me that’s dianna and for haylor shippers that would of course be harry.

but to me occam’s razor solves this- song was written in 2017, she’s with joe in 2017, and the lover songs i associate with joe seem to paint a similar picture to a bumpy on and off start. the secrecy in sig is explained by joe too since she basically closeted with him for a year (during the time period this song was written!) so for me the simplest muse is joe. however if it gets you off to think of taylor as a messy cum slut for matty healy then go for it. that is never gonna work for me but that’s the fun part about this space. we all get to have our own beliefs.

and best believe on songs about dianna agron part 4 i am damn well gonna make the case that taylor was actually a messy cum slut for HER because that’s my job lmao. so stay tuned for that if you like that theory.

#anonymous #analysis #so it goes #sig

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Day 36

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1989

Summary: Trapped on the Avengers compound, you and the whole team have been quarantined together for over a month. Of course, it doesn’t help that everyone knows you have feelings for Peter. Well, everyone except Peter. The Avengers decide to play matchmaker in order to prevent another day of awkward teenage flirting. Needless to say, hammers will fly before this quarantine is over.

Notes: Honestly, I got the idea for this from a tik tok.

-

“Day 213, Captain’s Log.”

“Peter, it’s only been a month.” You scoffed.

“Oh… right.” He dramatically turned back to the camera. “Day 36.”

“Kid, I swear to god if you don’t put that thing away, it’s going over the balcony.” Tony snapped and the rest of the group nodded in agreement. Peter laughed sheepishly.

“Sorry guys.” He stuffed his small video camera in his pocket and you gave him a small smirk. He clapped his hands together. “So, anyone want to play a board game?” It seemed like the entire room groaned in unison. Tony gave him a look.

“Peter, no offense, but I would literally rather do anything than that.”

-

“Oh you’re going down, Rogers.” Tony glared, rolling his dice. Whoever decided to challenge the billionaire at Monopoly clearly didn’t know what they were getting into. Everyone muttered begrudgingly as he took another building.

You had been stuck at the compound for over a month now because of the virus rampaging in New York. Before it all started, you and Peter were staying with Mr. Stark while your parents and his aunt went to a convention for something or other upstate. Now they were all stuck up there and you were all stuck in here. Even Thor was trapped on earth, forbidden from taking the risk of the virus back to Asgard. The whole gang was here; Natasha and Clint, Bruce and Thor, Rhodey, Steve and, obviously, Tony. Pepper was in the city, driving Tony a little crazy worrying and Wanda and Vision were on vacation in Europe, so they were stuck on their own.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Clint grumbled. He was, understandably, the most unpleasant since he couldn’t go home to see his family.

“My turn.” You announced, reaching over the board for the dice. Peter was closer so he moved to grab them for you. Your hands ended up grabbing each other, making your breath hitch. The room went silent until Peter laughed anxiously and handed you the dice. “T-thanks.”

The adults exchanged glances. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, holding back his disappointed sigh. This is what it had been like for the past 36 days and, since no one had anything else to talk about, it was a much discussed topic once you and Peter were out of the room.

“I can’t take this anymore.” Tony exclaimed, the rest of the room nodding in agreement. “She has to tell him or the awkwardness will kill me.”

“We can’t push her, Tony.” Steve argued. “A crush is a scary thing.”

“I’m not saying to push her…” Tony defended, making a waving motion with his hand. “I’m saying to nudge her.”

“I don’t know, I think I agree with Steve.” Bruce crossed his arms. “I don’t want to be dealing with two hormonal teenagers dating in this house while we’re all stuck here.” Everyone winced, thinking of the implications.

“We’ve got to do something about the goo-goo eyes, though.” Rhodey interjected. “Someone should just talk to her.” Slowly, all heads turned to Natasha. Her eyes widened at their expecting gazes.

“Oh no.” She exclaimed. “No way.”

“Come on, Nat, you’re the only one that she’ll listen to.”

“Just because I’m a woman does not mean we’re going to have some super special girl bonding!”

Yet somehow, she ended up standing in front of your door, feeling everyone’s eyes burn into the back of her head. She was going to kill all of them. Nat quietly knocked on the door, but there was no response.

“I don’t think she heard you!” Tony whisperer- shouted peaking around the corner She gave him a death glare and he ducked back behind the wall. She knocked a little louder.

“Y/N?”

“Come in!” You shouted from inside. Nat cast one last dark look towards the group of men behind her before entering.

You were lounging on your bed, book laid out in front of you. You must have gone through a dozen books already. Reading was better than listening to Tony and Steve bicker over god knows what.

“Hey,” Nat greeted, poking her head in the door.

“Hey,” You put the book away and sat up, giving her space to sit down. You saw the uncomfortable smile on her lips and your head tilted curiously. “What’s going on?”

“I need to… talk to you about something.” She almost looked like she was in pain, which just made you worried.

“Is everything okay? Is something wrong?”

“I’m going to kill them.” She muttered under her breath before giving you an even more uncomfortable smile. “No, everything’s fine. The guys and I were just noticing that you seem to have a certain… attachment to Peter.” She chose her words carefully, but it didn’t make the situation any better. Your eyes went wide.

“Oh.” There was a long moment of silence until she finally couldn’t take it.

“It’s driving all of us crazy!” She blurted. “Him smiling at you, you smiling at him, neither of you even realizing it, and we’re all sitting there waiting for you to realize it. I mean, good god, it’s like watching a romantic comedy except none of us want to be a part of it!” She gasped, taking a deep breath after her rant. You stared at her with your mouth hanging open slightly. She sighed. “I’m sorry. Being cooped up has been stressing me out, especially with those idiots.”

“It’s okay, I get it.” You fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I didn’t realize that it was that obvious.” Nat chuckled, laying back next to you.

“If it makes you feel better, it’s pretty obvious on his side too.”

You turned your head towards her, your eyes wide as saucers.

“Y-you think that Peter… Likes me?” You gasped. She raised her eyebrows.

“Are you kidding? The boy has the definition of puppy-dog eyes whenever he’s around you.” She put her hands behind her head and she felt the awkwardness start to fade away. “Peter is crazy about you. The two of you are just too shy to tell each other.”

“So what do I do?”

“Talk to him.” She playfully poked your side, making you laugh. “If the guys have to endure one more minute of awkward side glances they’ll implode.”

“I don’t think I can do this.” You groaned, covering your face with a pillow. Nat grabbed the pillow and peaked at your face underneath.

“Hey, you’re a badass who has helped Spiderman take down countless robbers and evil geniuses.” She fully uncovered your face, giving you a reassuring smirk. “I think you can handle an awkward teenage boy.” She put a hand on your shoulder and you felt a burst of confidence break through your nerves. Deep down, you wondered if this is what it was like to have an older sister.

When Nat left, the boys were all waiting impatiently in the living room. She sat down and put her feet up on the ottoman with a coy smile directed at Tony.

“You’re up next, Stark.” She smirked, pointing a finger at him. “You’re in charge of Spidey-Boy.”

-

It took Tony a while to actually find Peter since the kid was hanging upside down in one of the many gyms that the compound had.

“What the hell are you-” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, “You know, I don’t want to know.”

“Oh, I”m just reading about-”

“I said I don’t want to know.”

Peter jumped down to the floor, brushing back the hair that flopped down in his face. The book he had tucked under his arm was about physics. He was more of a nerd than Tony thought.

“I came to talk to you about Y/N.” Tony finally said after an uncomfortable silence.

“What about her?” He noticed Tony’s discomfort and immediately felt a surge of panic. “What happened? Is she okay?” He stepped towards the door, but Tony put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“She’s fine, kid.” He might as well just say it. “This is about the googly eyes that the two of you can’t stop making towards each other.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about Mr. Stark.”

“Shut up, of course you do. Come on, Pete, you’ve liked her way longer than we’ve all been stuck here.” He crossed his arms, daring the teenager to argue. Peter’s shoulder slumped and he could feel his cheeks turn red.

“Do you think she knows? I mean, I really really like her, but I don’t want to mess up our friendship because that means a lot to me and-”

“Woah, slow down.” Tony interrupted, taking a deep breath. “First of all, this girl is crazy about you. Secondly, if you two keep avoiding your feelings for each other, that’ll ruin your friendship faster than pursuing a relationship will.” Damn, he was good at this. Maybe he should write a book.

Peter gave him a sideways smile, still unsure of what to do. He didn’t have time to figure it out, however, watching you approach the door of the gym through the glass.

“Good luck kid.” Tony chuckled, leaving so that the two of you could talk alone.

“Hey,” You greeted, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt nervously.

“H-hi.” He stammered, playing the hem of his sweatshirt.

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Yeah, me too.” You both seemed to hold your breath before you blurted out at the same time.

“You go first.” You felt all of the blood rush to your face. Peter gulped.

“I… I really like you, Y/N.” He said softly. “I have for a really long time and I haven’t said anything because I was afraid it would ruin our friendship. But being stuck here with you has made me realize that… it doesn’t matter where I am. I could be quarantined on some island somewhere, but as long as you’re with me, I’ll be happy.” He took your hand in his and you felt your heart flutter wildly in your chest. “W-what were you going to tell me?”

“You’re a badass.” Natasha’s voice gave you enough courage to close the space between you and Peter and crash your lips into his. You felt him smile and he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer into his cozy embrace.

Tony went back into the living room feeling pretty impressed with himself.

“Well that should take care of everything.” He announced with a proud smirk.

“Fantastic! I can show him all of the ways to woo her.” Thor said triumphantly. Steve, however, had a different reaction.

“Wait, you just left them alone?” He asked.

“Uh… yeah?” Tony replied not really seeing the problem.

“Tony, you can’t just leave two teenagers who just confessed their feelings for each other alone in a very large, very easy to hide in, facility.” Steve started to pace, trying to think of all of the places that could be used for secret fondue-ing. Tony scoffed.

“Come on! It’s Peter! He wouldn’t do anything that I wouldn’t-” He paused, realizing what he was saying. “Oh no.”

“I tried to warn you.” Bruce sighed. Steve and Tony started to argue over parenting tactics. Clint and Natasha exchanged a look.

“When did we become so involved in the love lives of two teenagers?” Nat groaned. Clint just shook his head.

“Let’s just hope this quarantine ends soon before-”

“That’s enough, Stark!”

“Oh I haven’t even started, Spangle-Boy!” Tony and Steve were getting closer when a blur of silver shot in between them. There was a loud clang as Thor’s hammer hit the wall.

“There shall be no fighting… without me.” Thor yelled. Nat buried her head in her hands. Clint was right. If they didn’t get out of lockdown soon, Peter and Y/N’s sex lives would be the least of their problems.

-

General Tag:  @rae-gar-targaryen ; @takemepedropascal ; @childhood-imagination

Marvel Tag: @bensolocanbesaved​

#the avengers #tony being a dad #nat being a big sister #peter parker x reader #quarantine #this is how i'm surviving

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okay so since you didn’t specify a fic I’m going with Commanding Affection because quite frankly I’m not sure how the fuck that fic happened and I need to talk about it

it’s the second fic of a three fic series. I wrote the third one (Lucky Break) first, the first one (Keeping Keener) second, and the second one (CA) last because honestly i wasn’t planning on making it a series. Lucky was a coffee shop au with parkner and background winteriron because that was what I was into at the time, and around September of last year, I decided I couldn’t let things lie anymore and wrote the fic of how Bucky and Tony ended up together

I knew exactly four things going into this:

1. Tony and Bucky had to end up together

2. Harley was Tony’s adopted son and the whole team knew about him

3. this had to take place directly after the events of Captain America: the Winter Soldier, but in a universe where Tony Stark saw the data dump Nat caused and made the connection that Bucky Hydra killed his parents on his own

4. I had to somehow tie in Keeping Keener (the adoption story) and set up the coffee shop au

and I will be completely honest with you, I didn’t think that fic was going to be more than 10k words. I really expected to just write some shitty medium burn romance that no one would look twice at

guess what didnt fucking happen

along the way, I realized I had to fill some major plot holes. like movie sized plot holes. I had to figure out how to recruit Wanda and Pietro, half way through I realized I hadn’t even so much as mentioned Thor, I needed to write around the Sokovia Accords, and I had made a miscalculation in the original timeline making tws happen 2 years later than it did in mcu canon

I came up with a new SHIELD in the shower one day, on top of erasing the Ultron/Vision shaped hole in my story in one fell swoop. the altered timeline didn’t make much of a difference in the end either because politically, it made more sense that the accords weren’t a result of Ultron, they were a result of shield’s collapse (as it should have been in canon) so honestly it fixed itself. remembering Thor is probably a third of the reason the main relationship came together. Wanda and Pietro are the right age for aou to make sense, and I did the math to prove it (I’ll walk you through it if you ask I’m literally obsessed with my results and am not forgiving marvel for making her birthday in 1989 because it Doesn’t Make Sense according to my calculations). Doctor Strange was the minor character not even I knew I needed-

just over 30k words, six months of work, all because mcu canon is completely bullshit. honestly it’s the one fic where I wish there wasn’t a relationship at all more than avengers family because it’s some of my best work and it’s never going to get the attention for what I’m the most proud of

send me one of my fics (or a ⭐️ is you want me to choose) and I’ll give you the director’s notes

#asks #answers #randomfandomcheeto tag #ellis writes