#pepper Potts is trying her best

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I was wondering if you could do maybe a like feral Bucky? Like maybe they trigger the soldat and instead of him fallowing their orders he goes after the shy curvy little intern of Tony’s? They’ve both been too shy to make a move. I’m cool with whatever spin you put on it, I LOVE your writing.

(Love all your normal kinks so feel free to add those too as you see fit! )

Thank you lovely 🥰 Can’t wait to drool over more of your writing lol

I took this and RAN with it.

It ended up becoming much longer than I had anticipated so this one will be broken up into two parts.

I struggled with trying to incorporate Bucky being triggered after the reader already being somewhat aquatinted with him, pining after him, etc. so I went the route I did and I hope it fulfills your request!

Part one will be mostly just plot building with a spicy cliff hanger leading us into a part two of pure smut.

Ready to Comply - Part One - Anon Request

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, choking, blood (Bucky is strugglin’ and bites his own hand), a lil sexual tension in prep for part two, he sniffs her coochie, okay?

“Okay, stop. Stop that.” Tony whispered out of the corner of his mouth. You shot him a glance and tugged at your skirt one more time for good measure. He lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “You look fine, Rookie. Very professional. Is that what you needed to hear?”

You scoff and shake your head. “That’s no- I’m not fishing for compliments, I genuinely hate dressing like a fucking secretary.” You grumble, drawing a laugh out of Tony. “And don’t call me ‘Rookie.’” You add with a prod to his chest. He brushes the front of his suit jacket sarcastically in response to your poke and raises his hands defensively, a soft chuckle rising from his throat.

“A fucking secretary? Really? It’s business professional. Did you think I could let you stand next to me in a press conference wearing an old t-shirt and some torn up jeans? We need to create a semblance of professionalism.” He gestures to his own attire with a grin and there’s a teasing glint in his eye as he continues.

“And what’s wrong with ‘Rookie’? You’re my little protégé.” He jests, reaching like he’s going to pinch your cheek as if you were some adorable little toddler. You frown, swatting his hand away and brings it to his chest, clutching it dramatically. “Wow, you’re going to assault your friend, mentor and extremely rich and handsome boss?” He jokes, feigning offense.

“The only accurate adjective in that sentence is ‘boss’, Sir.” You reply dryly, crossing your arms. The corners of his lips twitch into a sly smile and he nudges you with his elbow. “I’ll accept if you don’t agree with friend and mentor.” He starts, pressing his lips into a pout. “But I might actually get a little offended if you refuse to acknowledge how devastatingly handsome I am.”

You groan in annoyance and roll your eyes, preparing a witty comeback when Pepper Potts rounds the corner with a tablet cradled in her arm, a phone nestled between her ear and shoulder and an expression of concern written across her face.

“Everything alright?” Tony asks, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me.. another offer for People’s ‘sexiest man alive’? I keep telling them, I can’t be on the cover every ye-“ Tony stops mid sentence as Pepper’s manicured forefinger lands on his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Yes. Okay. Understood. Thank you.” She says curtly into the phone before disconnecting the call. “That was Fury. We have an issue. A Barnes issue.”

Your brows furrow at this. “What’s happened with Bucky?” You ask, a sense of dread creeping up your spine. He’d been all but isolated since he’d moved into the Avenger’s tower alongside his best friend Steve Rogers and you couldn’t imagine him being the source of an issue with how reserved this man was. You weren’t at all oblivious to his past- it had been global wide news after all, but in the months since his de-conditioning in Wakanda he had been making great strides towards recovery, working to make amends.

Though your interactions with the ex-assassin had been few, he’d always been polite and kind towards you. You’d felt so out of place among the Avengers, being Tony’s intern. You weren’t on the team, hell, a few of them didn’t even know your name despite you having been trailing behind Tony for the last year. Maybe it was your own fault, considering you hadn’t really made an effort to talk to any of them but aside from the fact that they were all extremely intimidating, you were naturally a shy and quiet person.

You quickly push the self deprecating thoughts from your head. You didn’t care about any of that. You shouldn’t. It wasn’t as if you wanted to be on the team, or were there to make friends, you were here as an engineer, to learn from who was arguably the most intelligent man on the planet. Perhaps that’s why Bucky had always been cordial to you more than some of the others living here. Maybe he gravitated towards you, as someone who constantly felt so out of place, because he felt that way here as well.

Or maybe he thought you were cute.

Oh fuck, if only.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to the man or that you’d been quietly crushing on him practically since you’d started your internship. Every small interaction with Bucky left a blush on your cheeks and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flitting about your belly.

The thought of someone as absurdly good looking as Bucky fucking Barnes finding you attractive was enough to spark a surge of heat straight to your abdomen.

No, get it together. Now’s not the time.

You mentally scold your vagina for having the nerve to throb at the mere mention of Bucky Barnes regardless of the context and turn your attention back to Pepper and Tony as they argued in hushed whispers.

“What’s happened with Bucky?” You repeat, knowing they likely won’t clue you in if it’s related to Avenger’s business.

Tony offers a nervous smile and exchanges a quick glance with his wife before he checks his watch. “Terminator? He’s fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably holed up with security for setting off the metal detector.” He pauses and then snaps his fingers. “Or maybe he walked past the junkyard on fifth and got snatched up by the hydraulic magnet.” He says, lifting a hand and miming a crane.

Pepper lets out a soft sigh and your gaze flicks to her. “Yeah, a big magnet or something.” She mumbles, turning her attention back to her tablet. “I don’t think that’s-“ Your cut off by Tony’s hand on the small of your back, urging you forward. “Enough about Robocop. We’re on, Rookie.” He says, his nervous expression falling away and quickly being replaced with a mask of professionalism. “Let’s go unveil our project to the press.” Pepper moves to open the door for you both and before you can open your mouth to tell Tony that if he calls you ‘rookie’ one more time you were going to strangle him with his overpriced tie, your senses are overwhelmed with an onslaught of overlapping voices and camera shutters.

You toss your blazer over the desk in your quaint office and slump over into the chair, trying not to let your mind run wild with anxious thoughts about the press conference. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but worry that you probably looked like a deer in headlights up at the podium alongside Tony.

You huff and rest your chin on the back of your hand, glancing over at the computer screens. Your attention is immediately drawn to security footage from one of the conference rooms when you see movement on the monitor. You lean in with your brows furrowed. It’s late and no one should be in the conference room. You expand the image and can clearly make out Tony and Steve moving about the room with tense body language.

You hover over the footage with your mouse and hesitate. You know that you absolutely should not eavesdrop on the two men but once Tony’s hands begin angrily gesturing around you give in to temptation and turn on the audio.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘back up?’” Tony shouts, beginning to pace the room.

Steve leans forward with his palms on the table and his head bowed slightly. “It’s exactly what I said, Tony.” He replies, his biceps flexing as he grips the table. “HYDRA had a fail safe. They’d planted a back up activation incase he would ever manage to be deprogrammed.” He looks up at Tony with a solemn expression. “They got to him. I should’ve been there, I should’ve-“

Tony holds out a hand, his other resting against his temple as he tries to comprehend what Steve is telling him. “Well you weren’t and they did so know we have to figure out how the fuck we navigate this.” He says firmly, shaking his head. “Do we have eyes on him? Is he in the building?”

Steve sighed and stood upright from the table. “No. He’s in the wind. We lost contact with him a few hours ago.” He admits, running a hand through his hair. “But there’s something you need to know.” He adds, looking at Tony with concern as he begins to pace again.

“Well spit it out, Rogers!” Tony yells, stopping and turning back to Steve.

“Nat received some intel. The hit HYDRA ordered is on you and your intern.” He says so quietly you can barely pick it up on the audio. Fear crawls up your spine and your hand trembles as you increase the volume on the security feed, while your heartbeat in your ears becomes near deafening.

Tony stiffens, slowly approaching Steve. “You wanna tell me why?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous. Steve nods. “The new tech you unveiled today.“ He explains.

Tony sighs, understanding why one of their enemies would be threatened by what the two of you had been working on and reaches to loosen his tie. “I’ll take Pepper and move her to the safe house before I meet you at a rendezvous point. Send someone to get my Rookie and get her off the grid. I don’t want her alone for a single second.” He says in an exasperated tone, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out his cell phone as he stalks towards the door.

“And Rogers?” He asks, turning around one last time, his hand curled tight around the doorknob. Steve’s head snaps up and he looks at Tony with guilt ridden eyes. “Yeah?”

“Find Barnes.”

Find Barnes.

The statement echoes in your ears, sending your thoughts spinning as if a category five hurricane were waging inside your head.

No. No, no, no.

There’s a hit out on you?

To be carried out by the fucking Winter Soldier.

Oh you were so fucked.

You scoot your chair back, bracing your hands on the desk to stand with wobbly knees.

Bile rises in your throat as you take a slow step backwards, bumping the chair in your state of panic and knocking your jacket off the workbench. You jump at the sound of it slipping to the floor and clutch your chest as a result of inducing your own jumpscare and take slow breaths to steel your nerves before you bend down to pick it up. As you rise back upright, your gaze connects with a pair of vacant, icy blue eyes in the shadows across the room and your entire body seizes in terror.

He’s not in the wind.

He’s been in here with you this entire goddamned time.

“B-Bucky?” You stutter, bringing your jacket to your chest and grasping it until your knuckles turn white. Maybe Steve and Tony were wrong. Maybe Nat’s intel was wrong. Maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding and you weren’t about to die at the hands of the ex-assassin you’ve been pining over for nearly a year.

He takes a step forward from the shadows, his face expressionless and his eyes unblinking without a single trace of emotion behind them.

Okay, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You whisper, almost a plea to the man you knew, locked away somewhere in the brain of the cold and calculated killer standing in front of you.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t register your words, as he crosses the lab in a few quick strides and catches your throat in his cybernetic hand.

Oh god.

The air leaves your lungs, his grip tightening around your windpipe as his face remains blank.

You’re going to die.

So why are you so fucking turned on?

Heat pools low in your abdomen, your core flooding with arousal, coupled with fear and unbridled lust.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you gasp and thrash in his grip, your thick thighs rubbing together with every kick and flail, doing nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache in your cunt.

God this is so wrong.

His brows furrow, the first hint of emotion since he stepped out of the shadows. His head tilts inquisitively and his grip slackens around your throat as he leans in, tracing his nose across your jaw line and inhaling deeply. You still, your face contorting in confusion as you swallow hard against his palm, leaning your body into his hold.

His eyes narrow as he pulls away from you and you take the opportunity to suck in a breath, massaging your neck gently while your gaze drops to observe his hands clenching and unclenching into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” You ask, wondering what’s caused the sudden shift in his demeanor, wondering if maybe he’s somehow snapped out of the trance he’d been in. He’s still and silent for a long moment, his head bowed as his chest rises and falls heavily with every breath.

“Sergeant Barnes, are yo-“

His head snaps up, effectively silencing you.

Your mouth remains agape, stuck on your last word and as he watches you with predatory eyes, taking menacing steps toward you, you can’t seem to find your voice any longer. You stumble backwards, losing your balance and falling back against the desk, unable to regain your footing before his hands grip the flesh of your bare thighs.

He tilts you backwards, your back colliding hard with the surface of the desk, stealing the breath out of your chest. He drops to his knees, splaying his palms against your thighs, the hem of your dress rising up to expose your panties as he spreads your legs wide before him and drags his nose across the fabric.

He groans.

He fucking groans.

“You’re my mission.” He breathes out, eyes wild and fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as if he were fighting to physically restrain himself.

“I know.” You whimper, lifting your head to look down at him over the soft curve of your stomach.

“I’ve been ordered to kill you.” He chokes out, pressing his forehead against your inner thigh and drawing in a deep and shuddering breath.

“Then why haven’t you?” You ask in a broken whisper.

He turns his head and mumbles something incoherently, his breath ghosting against the damp fabric of your underwear and sending a wave of arousal crashing through your core. He stiffens, curling his flesh hand into a fist and bringing it to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as he swallows back a moan.

He shakes his head, his teeth pressing into his skin hard enough to draw blood and you move to sit up, leaning on your palms as you look down at him where he’s slotted between your legs, visibly trembling.

He rises quickly to his feet, his left hand shooting out to curl around your neck again and he drops his bloodied flesh hand to his side.

“Because..” He says through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as the cool metal of his thumb strokes the column of your throat.

“I can’t fucking focus when all I can smell-“

His free hand roughly cups your pussy over your panties, his voice trailing off as he kneads his palm against the thin, wet fabric.

He growls, tightening his grip around your throat and jerking you up to him, forcing you to meet his threatening gaze.

His expression grows pained and he whimpers, dipping his head to meet your forehead with his own, his breath fanning across your face with every heave of his chest.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

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Part two

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier fanfiction #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #winter soldier x plus size reader #avengers fanfiction

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Truth or dare

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Side pairings: Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts

Characters: Sam Wilson, Sarah Wilson, Clint Barton, Peter Parker

Warnings: angst, Steve being an asshole, mentions of arranged marriage, strong female leads, crack, redemption

A/N: I wrote a hopeful ending. Not a fluffy one.

“Steve, why don’t you wear the blue suit? You know the one I bought some weeks ago. It’ll match the dress I’m going to wear tonight,” you look your husband up and down, smirking as he looks stunning in the suit he chose to wear.

“We won’t match,” Steve is grumpy tonight. He’s usually gentler and softer around you. “No ladies tonight. This meeting is about business and forming an even stronger bond. Things you don’t know shit about.”

“But-“ you frown deeply. “Pepper said she’ll be there. Natasha and Sarah will come. Darcy will bring her better half too.”

He sighs so deeply you fear he’ll stop breathing. “Fine. It’s a meeting for wives,” he waves you off with one flick of his wrists.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Steve?” you are confused as hell. “The ring on my finger means I’m your wife. I think I didn't get the memo we got divorced.”

“Our marriage was an arrangement to help your father out,” he bites back. His tone is filled with venom, and you flinch when he steps toward you. “Do you know why I agreed on this marriage?”

“My father was in trouble and had the money to get him out of said trouble. You wanted me in return,” you meekly reply. It’s the first time you don’t feel comfortable around your husband.

“No. I wanted to stop looking for someone I can fuck. I married you to have a warm place to put my dick. So, you can stop trying so hard to be a good wife. You are all I want. A warm body for me to use.”

You visibly flinch at the blow he just threw at you. That hurt. His words cut so deep you are not sure your heart is still beating.

Arranged or not. Your marriage was special to you. You cherished the bond you believed you have with your husband. Now he claims to not even love you.

It takes you a moment to push the tears away and keep the sob down your throat. You clear your throat and put on your best-faked smile.

“Well, then I can stop trying, Steven,” your voice is even, but inside you are dying. “You should’ve told me so much sooner. I wasted so much time on this marriage. What a shame.”

Steve watches you straighten the dress you are wearing. A dream of blue and silk. His favorite color.

You sigh deeply as you look down at your body. “This dress was fucking expensive, and I can’t return it. Maybe I can sell it on eBay or shit,” you shrug. “Some other women will kill for a second-hand designer dress like this.”

He swallows thickly as you kick off your heels and make your way toward the bathroom. “Have fun with your friends and allies. I hope Pepper is not too disappointed I’m not going to be around. We had plans. You know.”

You enter the bathroom and silently close the door. As you sink to the ground and cradle your face in the palms of your hands, Steve leaves the room.

He slams the door shut, and curses.

“How could I be so wrong? He only ever wanted to use me…”

“Hey, where’s your lovely wife?” Sam cocks his head to search the room for you. “Steve? Where is Y/N?”

“At home, where she can’t disturb business. She knows her place now,” your husband bites back. He scrunches up his nose and shrugs as Pepper and the other women gasp audibly.

“Punk don’t tell me that you took Rumlow’s comment to heart,” Bucky sizes his friend up. He frowns as Steve tells his best friend what happened tonight. “He said that you got soft to fuck with you. He was all over Y/N that night. She turned him down, you idiot!”

“Steve, no!” Sam runs one hand down his face, groaning loudly. “You got us in big trouble! My sister will murder you and me…maybe even all of us!”

Sam points at Sarah who already makes her way toward the other women in the room. Pepper’s head snaps toward Tony, and Natasha, well she opens her clutch to get a knife out.

“Oh-fuck! I won’t ever get laid ever again. Natasha will castrate all of us and make it look like an accident if she gets to know what you did,” Bucky almost whines when his wife and partner in crime stalks toward him.

Tony panics as his wife gets the gun she hides in her clutch out. “We are fucked guys,” he hiccups. “It seems like someone messed with Y/N!”

“It was him!” all men point at Steve. They take a step back and pray their wives won’t punish them for the shit Steve pulled. “We didn’t know.”

Clint starts sweating, he swallows audibly as his wife is ready to rip him a new one. “I swear, we didn’t have anything to do with this. Rumlow said that Steve got weaker and softer. He blamed Y/N for it.”

“Brock Rumlow is not one of us,” Natasha snaps at Clint. “What he says or does is of no interest to us. But—” she points her knife at Steve, “this bastard dared to hurt Y/N. So…we will hurt him.”

“Agreed,” Pepper smirks darkly. “Ladies…get him…”

“Do you remember when you married Y/N?” Natasha circles Steve like a lion waiting to pounce on their prey. “Didn’t she look beautiful in her wedding gown? All for you, you moron.”

“Yeah,” he splutters. “You have to understand, a man my stand can’t let a woman rule his life. I need to make sure no one damages my reputation. If not, people will think I'm easy prey. Just like my family and friends.”

“You’re not an easy target because your friends protect you,” Pepper snaps at Steve. “Because all of us are a family we protect each other. We welcomed Y/N into this family, and you hurt our sister.”

“Damn right,” Sarah slaps the back of Sam’s head. “Don’t you have anything to say to your friend, Sammy?”

“Steve…uh…maybe you should go home and fix things with Y/N?” Sam offers. “I bet she’s crying her eyes out right now.”

Tony rolls his eyes and groans loudly. “You’re not helpful at all, Wilson.”

“You may think you and your allies rule this world,” Natasha clicks her tongue. “You are dead wrong.” She sneers as Bucky, Steve, and Tony glare at her.

“We, the women behind all of you make sure no war breaks out. Do you know how often an afternoon tea with one of our enemies’ wives saved your ungrateful asses?”

Natasha slaps the back of Bucky’s head. “Because in the end, you are all just angry children trying to get a new toy. Rumlow’s fiancé will set him straight too. We called her, his mother, and every female family member we could reach.”

“Oh-uh…he’s fucked too,” Bucky chuckles. “At least he will go down with all of us.”

I’m going to experience a dry spell,” Tony sighs deeply. “Again…Thanks, Rogers. Thank you so very much for fucking with your wife.”

“You!” Sarah points at Steve. “You will go home and apologize to Y/N. If she sheds only one more tear because of you, you’re going to lose more than your reputation.”

“BALLS!” Pepper exclaims. “We will cut them off.”

“Along with your dick,” Natasha grunts. “Now, off and you better make things up to her.”

“Darling?” Steve silently tiptoes inside the mansion. He has a huge bouquet of roses in his arms. “Baby doll? Uh-I’m back home. Doll? Y/N?”

He sighs as you don’t run toward him. Usually, you would drop everything and run into his arms to pepper kisses all over his face. Or drop to your knees to get your hands on his dick. Depends on your mood.

“Sir, Mr. Rogers,” Peter, the youngest member of Steve’s organization stutters. “Mrs. Rogers retreated to one of the guest rooms.”

“What?”

“She said that you could have the bedroom and that you can visit her when you feel the need…” Peter’s face turns crimson as he must tell his boss about all the things you told him. “Marriage duties…uh…Sir…please don’t make me say it.”

“Fuck’s sake, Rumlow,” Steve grunts. He pushes the roses into Peter’s hands. “Put them in a vase and bring them to my wife. Tell her to come back to the bedroom.”

“Sir. I think…”

“I don’t pay you to think,” Steve yells now. “She will come back, or I’ll make her come back. It’s up to her.”

“Sir…I think you should…”

“One more word and you can look for a new job.”

Steve storms off. He’s fuming. There he was, believing you lie awake, waiting for him to come home and make things up to you. But no. You moved out of your shared room to be a brat…

“Mrs. Rogers, good morning,” one of the maids' chirps. “Do you want to make breakfast for Mr. Rogers again?” She smiles softly.

In silence, you pass your husband sitting at the kitchen counter without even looking at him.

“No. Someone thinks that I should stop trying to be a good wife. I’ll go for an apple. You can ask Mr. Rogers if he wants breakfast this morning.”

You open the fridge to get a bottle of water. Steve flinches as you slam the door shut. He watches you grab an apple and leave the kitchen before he can even say a single word.

“Sir, do you want breakfast?” the maid meekly asks. She doesn’t know what happened between you and your husband. But she knows it’s better to duck your head and stay out of Steve Rogers’ business.

“No. I’m already fed up,” he grunts and gets up from the stool, knocking it over. “Take the day off. All of you. I need some time with my wife…”

Steve enters the living room, huffing as you pump up the volume. Lily Ellen yells ‘Fuck you’ at him, and he makes a face.

“We need to talk.”

You ignore his presence, even shy away when he sits next to you on the sofa.

“Doll, look at me.”

You don’t look at him. It hurts too damn much to look at the man you believed is an angel when in reality he’s a cruel demon.

“I want to talk to my wife,” he groans as you shut off the TV and get up from the sofa. You don’t speak, or at least look at him.

He’s left behind with fond memories of the last time you watched a movie together. You were seated on his lap and played with his hair.

Steve tried to convince you to watch the movie but you crawled off his lap to open his fly. You got his dick out to play with little Steve while he struggled to focus on the movie.

He closes his eyes, basking in the memory of your pouty lips when you insisted on sucking his dick. Steve gave in. As so often. You only had to bat an eyelash and he caved in.

“Sir, Mr. Rogers," Peter pokes his head inside. He feels his cheeks heat up as Steve cups his crotch. “Do you want me to drive Mrs. Rogers?”

“Drive…what?” Steve realizes what he was doing and drops his hand from his crotch as he stares at Peter. “What are you talking about?”

“She said something about lawyers."

Steve hurriedly steps inside the guest room, watching you undress. “What are you doing? Doll, I tried to talk to you and now you are…”

“What the fuck? Can a woman not change clothes without you creeping on me?” you snap at Steve. “Get out!”

“You love it when I watch you undress.”

“I made you believe I do,” you chuckle darkly. “I’m damn skilled at faking things. Aren't I?" you ask as you glance at Steve. “All these times I pretended you made me cum or turned me on? I should get a fucking Oscar.”

“Doll, don’t go there,” he warns.

“I had to play with my toys before you came home to get wet for you. I never wanted to marry you. And I never had feelings for you.”

Steve knows you are lying. The way you tend to his wounds after a fight, gentle yet determined tells a different story. You always worried about him.

After a particularly hard day, or rather after you tended to a deep gash on his lower back you wouldn’t let him out of sight for a week. You clung to him like you were glued to his hips.

“Why not? All you want from me is a dripping hole, right?” you wrinkle your nose to push the tears away. “I’m nothing to you.”

He steps closer to you and places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m sorry for the stupid things I said. You know that I only tried to protect my reputation.”

“I will go on a short vacation with Pepper, Sarah, Darcy, Natasha, and Okoye. If you need to get off in the meantime, use your hand, Steven. I think you’ll remember how to jerk off by the end of my vacation.”

“Vacation…what?”

He gasps when you shove his hand off your shoulder. “If you would excuse me now, I need to pack a few things for my little getaway…”

Steve watches you storm out of the guest room. He huffs and curses his damn pride. If only he didn’t listen to Brock Rumlow.

“I didn’t have sex for three weeks thanks to you, Steve!” Bucky complains loudly. “Natasha and I do it daily. Now. Nothing. Not even a handjob!”

Tony nods in agreement. “Same.”

“Don’t ask me,” Clint grumbles. “I will never see a boob in my life.”

“Our wives are officially on strike,” Tony buries his face in his hands. “Pepper said they won’t do shit for us, or with us if you don’t make things up to Y/N.”

“Do something, punk! I want to have sex in this decade again!” Bucky threatens. “If not, I’ll make your life living hell!”

“How? She refuses to talk to me, Buck! I tried to apologize, and she decided to go on vacation with your wife and the others. I tried,” Steve replies.

“Try harder then, punk.”

Steve gives his friend a stern look before deciding it’s time to get his wife back. He won’t back down now. “I’ll get my girl back. No matter what!”

“Steven Grant Rogers! Why are you here, in my room covered in blood?” you put your hands on your hips as you drink your husband’s appearance in. “Why are you hurt?”

His tie hangs losely around his neck. Someone ripped his shirt open. Steve’s hair is a mess, and his face had to endure a few punches at least.

“I got into a fight with security at the spa,” he huffs. “They are damn tough for security guards at a spa! I told them I want to see my wife.”

“Well, it’s their job to keep creeps out of here,” you sass. “I see now they did a poor job of keeping you out.”

“I’m not some creep, Y/N.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and gives you a puppy dog look. “I came here to apologize again. You know I didn’t mean a thing I said that night.”

“You sure about that? Because it sounded like you are damn serious to me that night,” you quip and turn your back on Steve. “Maybe you should file for divorce. A hooker is cheaper than a wife.”

“I was wrong,” he moves toward you. Steve sighs as you shy away again. “One thing wasn’t a lie.”

You sniff, ready for another blow.

“You are all I need," he says as he wraps his arms around your waistline. “I would’ve helped your father a thousand times to get you, doll. You know that. Deep inside your fractured heart, you know that I love you.”

“I’m not sure about it.”

“How about I reassure you that I love you, Y/N?” he offers. “I’ll take a whole month off and we will fly to Paris just like you always wanted.”

“I’ll consider your suggestion,” you won’t give in so easily. Steve hurt you deeply. Even worse. He made you feel unwanted, unloved, and worthless. “For now, all I can offer is to fix the mess you call your face.”

He grins. “That’s a start…”

>> Part 2

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Where do we go from here - Part 1

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2764

Square filled: We deserve much better than we’ve had

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Empty.

That’s how you felt. Empty and utterly exhausted. Your eyes were dried and throat scratchy from all the crying, body aching with pain and mind a foggy haze. Forty eight hours it had been since you received the news of the car crash.

James Rhodes. Your husband. Dead.

Pepper Potts. Your best friend. Dead.

You received a call from the hospital while you were wrapping James’ birthday present. A birthday that never arrived. Instead a funeral did. Two consecutive ones. You hadn’t felt grief like this ever.

The service ended, you shook hands and hugged countless people, nodding along as they offered condolences, wanting nothing more than to head home, crash in your bed and never wake up. But you couldn’t. There was another funeral you had to attend, your best friend Pepper’s, you didn’t know if you could go through it all again.

But you had to.

A couple of moments later, you managed to slip away and found yourself sitting on a bench overlooking the graves. The day was actually sunny and bright, wildflowers littered along the gravestones as a gentle breeze blew. What a day for a funeral, you thought sadly.

Not long after you sat, you smelled cigarette smoke in the air before Tony Stark took a seat next to you. Tony was one of your closest family friends, well, he was your husband’s best friend. They practically grew up together, went to school, university and eventually ended up buying houses close to each other too. By way of default, when Pepper and him got married, it brought the four of you closer. She was your best friend and James was his.

It was perfect.

Your mind went back to the last dinner the four of you had at your place, it was only three days ago. Just a day before the accident.

“Here’s to celebrating milestones in friendships!”

James raised his whiskey glass, making you, Tony and Pepper follow suit before you clinked them together with warm smiles. You had cooked a nice dinner to celebrate a year of moving into this home you shared with your loving husband. It may as well have been just an excuse to get together with your friends, which happened too often.

“Thank you for dinner, Y/N. It was delicious. And the blueberry pie too! It is Tony’s favorite.” Pepper announced, making you smile at her husband who returned it, albeit reluctantly. There was something about the way he looked at you, it made you nervous, not in a bad way, per se. It was like he could stare into soul.

“It’s Y/N’s favorite as well.” James chimed in, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

While you cleaned up in the kitchen, Pepper coaxed James to let her take the new SUV out for a spin. She had been trying to persuade Tony to get the same model but apparently he wasn’t too keen on letting his Audi R8 go.

“You think I could sneak in an extra piece of pie?” Tony’s voice took you by surprise as he entered the kitchen.

“Oh! I thought you went along with James and Pep?”

“I mean it was either a piece of pie or Pepper yapping my ear off about how my R8 isn’t exactly ‘fit to be a family car’.” he shrugged, making you chuckle as you took out the remaining pie from the fridge and cut him another slice.

You were suddenly aware of your heartbeat as Tony leaned over to grab the plate from you, the close proximity unfamiliarly welcoming. His fingers grazed over yours ever so lightly, leaving their presence to linger.

What was even going on?

Tony was a good-looking man, there wasn’t a question. He had a handsome face with an impeccably maintained beard that only seemed to suit him best. And his eyes. A light brew of your favorite coffee, the brown doe eyes held as much kindness as they held self assurance. Deep down, you felt an attraction towards the man. It was harmless, wasn’t it?

Only time would tell.

“Y/N?” Tony’s fingers snapped you back to reality, making you realize he had asked you a question.

“Yeah?”

“You went into one of your zones again, didn’t you?” He smiled, taking a bite of the pie and letting out a moan of delight.

“Sorry. One of my zones?”

“Yeah. Your mind tends to wander off when the conversation isn’t interesting for you. I’ve observed.” He wasn’t wrong. The fact that he noticed and pointed it out made your cheeks flush.

“Sorry about that. It’s nothing really. I was just thinking about the time we first got together. I—I mean the four of us.”

“Right. It was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”

“It was at one of your famous parties. I walked in looking to have a good time, you and I had one too many whiskies and the next thing I know Pepper dragged you back to your house and James ended up dropping me home. And the rest is history.”

“The rest is history.” Tony repeated with a small chuckle as memories of that evening played out in his head.

“Sometimes I wonder if…um. Nevermind.” He shrugged, cutting his sentence short leaving you to frown.

“If what? Go on.”

You saw him take in a deep breath, release it slowly before facing you fully after he kept the plate away.

“I wonder if the whole opposites attract thing truly worked out for us. Or we just settled because it was obvious.”

Tony’s words stuck with you long after that night was over. As did the look he gave you. It had longing and hints of regret. Something that reflected in your eyes as well.

You must’ve been crying again because Tony reached out to wipe tears that had escaped, offering you a cigarette which you accepted, filling your lungs with smoke and closing your eyes.

“You know, I spent half of yesterday just staring at my bottle of sleeping pills, wondering if it would hurt less if I just took them.” you murmured, staring into the distance. The void inside your chest seemed perpetual and only growing, there was no relief, no end to this pain.

Tony remained silent, he probably had the same thoughts running through his mind. But you couldn’t tell. He slid closer, placing his arm over the backrest of the bench.

“I need to speak to you about the accident, Y/N. I found out some things that you have the right to know too.” his brown eyes bore into yours, letting you know the urgency in his voice.

“Tell me now.” Shaking his head, Tony stubbed his cigarette and got up.

“Tomorrow. Come home and we’ll talk.”

“But it’s Pepper’s funeral–”

“I couldn’t care less. Trust me. Tomorrow.”

You were taken aback, watching him walk towards his car before driving off while you sat on the bench, a mess of complex emotions.

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Your right foot was bouncing against the sofa as you waited for Tony, his house felt oddly quiet and dark now that Pepper was no longer around. Safe to say your own home wasn’t exactly in the best condition either. You couldn’t remember the last time you cleaned, or had a proper meal.

He returned with a familiar looking overnight bag, some papers and a phone. As he laid them out in front of you, a pit began forming in your stomach. This couldn’t be what you were thinking it could be. It couldn’t.

“This is what they recovered from the accident. The bag was in the trunk, the phone was found a few feet away and this.”

He handed you the papers first, it looked like a confirmation of a hotel booking, a hotel located just on the outskirts of the town. It was booked under James Rhodes. Why would he check into a hotel when he was supposed to be out of town for a conference?

“I don’t understand..” you trailed off, not really wanting to know the details but Tony handed you the phone next. What you read, broke your heart into a million pieces. The doubts that you tried to push down resurfaced and had materialized right in front of your eyes.

They were chats. Chats between Pepper and James. Your husband and Tony’s wife.

Your eyes burned but no tears came, you felt betrayed, hurt and angry like you hadn’t ever. It was months and months of private conversations between them, you hadn’t even noticed Pepper’s name saved with a heart emoji on James’s phone, right below was your last message to him, checking up on him to see if he reached safely.

You turned to look at Tony who sat with his arms crossed, jaw ticking and hands balled up against his sides. He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head before getting up to stand in front of the window that overlooked their huge backyard.

“Why didn’t–um, why didn’t the cops bring this to me?” you found your voice again but barely recognized it. It was hoarse from lack of use and weak, fearful of what you’d hear next.

“I asked them not to,” he replied quietly.

“Why?”

“Why? Seriously? You think you would’ve handled it well, Y/N? Given the things you said to me, I would be arranging for a third funeral right about now!” Tony didn’t mean to yell, but he did, because he shared your hurt and pain. He immediately regretted it watching you crumble on the floor, clutching the phone to your chest as you sobbed.

Dropping on his knees, he gathered you in his arms and let you cry, your tears soaked his shirt as you wept, body racking in pain while he held you. Your breath was still uneven but your tears eventually subsided, leaving behind a million questions.

“It had been going on for longer than a year, Y/N.” as if reading your mind, Tony mumbled, his voice muffled against your hair.

“I don’t want to believe it, Tony.”

He hugged you tighter, providing you the comfort you needed, wanted even, his presence grounded you, his scent calmed you.

“You’re staying here.” he declared once you separated, wiping tears from your cheeks and making you look up at him.

“I–I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. And you’re going to. You’re hurting, Y/N. We both are. I don’t think I could live with myself with you gone as well. I can’t.” Tony whispered, resting his forehead against yours, pleading you to stay.

He was right. You couldn’t bear the thought of returning to that house which you shared with James, your husband, also the man who had been cheating on you with your best friend for months. Given a choice, you would probably set it on fire to bury all the memories and destroy them. It wasn’t your happy home anymore.

“Will you stay?”

You nodded as he helped you back up, walking you up the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

“Wait, I can’t stay in the–”

“The guest bedroom is on your left. I’ve been sleeping there. I’ll take the other one. I can’t sleep in our bedroom either.” Tony’s lips were pressed in a thin line, fingers trembling before he hid them in his pockets.

Of course. It was hard for him too. You wondered if he had the same thoughts of burning the house down. You two were in the same boat, one that was drowning in a sea of sorrow, betrayal and tainted memories.

And now all you had was each other.

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Moonlight streamed through the windows as you lay awake, staring at the ceiling for hours, sleep had evaded you. Checking the clock, it stated it was way past midnight, you turned to your side to attempt a small nap if your mind allowed; however a dull crash fell on your ears from downstairs, making you jump out of bed and scramble to the source.

It was Tony.

Eyes brimmed with tears, a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting atop the kitchen counter and shards of broken glass on the floor. As you stepped closer, you saw a broken picture frame as well, one that housed Tony and Pepper’s wedding day photo, both wide eyed and grinning ear to ear, now with a huge crack along the surface.

“Tony?” you treaded carefully, your voice barely over a whisper as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

His tense muscles relaxed under your touch, a sigh leaving his lips.

“She took a pregnancy test, Y/N.” he murmured so quietly you almost missed it. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard him. You knew Tony and Pep had been trying for a kid for a while now, Tony wanted a child more than anything.

“Oh my God.” You croaked, rubbing his back in attempts to comfort him as you saw his eyes brimming with unshed tears, your heart breaking for him.

“Now I can’t even know if it was mine. She was fucking pregnant!” He smashed the glass of whiskey on the opposite wall, the two of you watching the liquid stream down in little rivulets, joining the shattered glass.

Tony’s breaths were coming in erratic and shallow, his eyes unfocused, he was struggling to stand upright.

“Tony hey! Look at me, come on. Let’s get you over here.” You supported him until he was sitting on the barstool while you took a seat opposite him. Bringing your hands up to cup his face, you made him look into your eyes.

“Breathe for me, please. It’s okay.”

You sounded unsure but you hoped it was helping him, he was trying his level best to focus on your words but it was hard. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, all other voices drowning as sweat lined on his forehead.

“Tony. Come on. I know you can do this. Focus. Just breathe.” You placed one of his hands on your chest, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, waiting for him to follow.

It took a few beats but eventually you succeeded in getting him back to normal. He squeezed your hand gratefully, nodding his head to let you know he was alright. You grabbed him a water before pouring yourself a glass of whiskey, neither of you bothering to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

You sat together in silence, pondering over what your lives had become in a span of a week. The alcohol definitely helped, numbed your pain and made you drowsy.

The sun was starting to rise outside, a dull, gray light filtering through the windows letting you know it was dawn. The word exhausted seemed to be synonymous with your daily routine, it was all you ever felt. You took your empty glass and were heading for the sink when Tony grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Where are you going?” The uncertainty in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings.

“Just to keep this. Tony, I’m right here.” You reassured the man who followed you into the kitchen, as if to make sure you wouldn’t disappear all of a sudden.

“Will you leave me?” He whispered shakily.

This wasn’t a side of Tony you had ever seen. You were used to the confident, sassy man who joked around and made you laugh.

“I can’t deal with the pain alone. Stay. Please. You’re all I have, Y/N.”

There wasn’t a muscle in your body that protested, not that you wanted to anyways. Laying his head against your chest, he hugged you, holding onto you with all his might.

“Okay, I’ll stay. I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“You will?”

He felt you nod as your fingers carded through his hair, calming his nerves and reassuring him of your presence. He didn’t know how long it would take for you both to recover, but as long as you were with him and he with you, he felt some semblance of hope. That eventually everything could be okay.

“Of course. You’re all I have too.”

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[killianthebee]

I love the idea of a DC/Marvel crossover where Bruce Wayne adopts a young Tony Stark.

I like to think he would be the second youngest, Damian being the youngest. The Wayne family had only met him briefly at galas and they're only made aware of Tony again when there is an article about the death of his parents in a tragic car accident. Something tugs at Bruce's heart strings and he ends up adopting Tony. Luckily before Obadiah could get to him.

Tony would be around 10-12. But he is still amazingly smart. Howard Stark was already talking about signing him up for college. Though, Maria Stark interfered before it could actually happen.

Imagine Jarvis comes to live with them at Wayne Manor and becomes a butler alongside Alfred. They would probably be good friends. They both just want to care and serve their wards. Ana comes too and everyone loves her food, it's second best to Alfred's...maybe even better.

Stark Industries go to Obadiah Stane. Tony keeps an eye on it...until he gets kidnapped. Yep, Obadiah still felt the need to do that. He can't mold Tony to his standards now that he's with the Wayne's (and the company will go to Tony when he's of age) so the next best thing is to have him eliminated. But that fails and Tony basically has the same kidnapping as the movie with arc reactor and all.

The Wayne's are so relieved when Tony makes it home. Bruce freaks out when he discovers the arc reactor. I think they would probably be much faster at finding a solution to the palladium problem.

Tony knows he need to stop the weapons manufacturing but Stane won't listen to him. He and the Bats figure out that Stane was the one behind the kidnapping.

I think Tony would definitely try to build a suit and stop Stane himself but the Bats stop him and then go handle Stane themselves.

The Bats then work to collect and destroy all the weapons that got out.

The company is put into the hands of Pepper Potts.

As for the relationships...

Bruce and Tony have an okay relationship, probably better than the other kids. Tony thinks Bruce mostly pities him and that's why he was adopted. He also resents Bruce for not letting him be a vigilante. He just wants to be like the rest of the family! But Bruce FINALLY realized that maybe he should stop making child soldiers. Bruce loves that Tony can challenge him so much with his intellect. Bruce doesn't even fathom the idea of sending Tony to college, which Tony greatly appreciates.

Alfred and Tony. Tony loves Alfred, honestly. He thinks he's the third best person in the world (Jarvis and Ana are before him). They have routine chess matches and Tony always wins. Alfred teaches him how to do laundry and cook because there's no one way anyone taught him that stuff.

Tony thinks Dick is cool but a bit dorky. Dick thinks Tony is like a little miniature Tim but a lot smarter. Dick teaches him flips that Tony actually kinda sucks at it but it's fun and great bonding for them.

Tony and Jason. Tony is a little iffy about Jason. He does think he's super cool, he's all tough and stuff. But...he's a little weird about the killing. He's a little wary around him as a result. Jason eventually explains to him the ins and outs of his whole operation and how he only kills bad people. Tony comes around a little after that and even offers advice for his organization.

Tim kinda resents Tony because he's like wtf that's literally me. But then he realized how cool and sweet Tony is. He also finds out Tony is even smarter than he is. Tony loves that Tim can almost match his intellect, he doesn't get that a lot and it can be pretty boring.

Duke likes Tony solely cause he helps Duke with his homework. Tony also has pretty good pranks and so far they haven't gotten caught.

Tony thinks Cass is probably the most epic person ever. He likes to try and sneak up on her but he hasn't succeeded yet. Doesn't stop him from trying and inventing new tech.

Tony does not like Damian and Damian does not like Tony. Tony thinks Damian is a brat and Damian thinks Tony is stealing all the attention. In reality, Tony just lost his parents and is going through a hard time and needs love. Damian hasn't grown up with a lot of love and now that he had it and he feels it was stripped away, he becomes defensive and angry. They get along...eventually.

Barbara thinks Tony is a brat. Tony likes to hack into her computer and he is GOOD. Though, she comes to like it as she realizes it is kind of helping her get better and it can be fun.

Steph likes Tony's spitefulness and sometimes they team up to tease the others. Tony thinks Steph is pretty cool.

I love this idea so much but I don't have the time to write it 😞😞

#dc #marvel #tony stark #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #edwin jarvis #ana jarvis #richard grayson #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #cassandra cain #damian wayne #duke thomas #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #i feel like im forgetting someone

[vixentheplanet]

heartbeat

“everything about you is speeding up my heartbeat.”

shuri x black!reader | 18+

Summary: You live a privileged life of luxury as the heiress of Esme Hotel. The majority of your time was spent partying and drinking all over the world. One night, at your father's request, you find yourself at a charity event where you meet the Queen of Wakanda. Your friendship was instant, but the love was unexpected.

Love was not a feeling you were familiar with, but as time passed, you realized you were in love with Shuri. Shuri meant too much to you to risk losing her by telling her this, but you weren't doing a good job of dealing with your new emotions.

word count: 5.4k

themes: heiress reader, falling in love because love is beautiful

warnings: excessive drinking, some drug use (y/n is a rich party girl having the time of her life), and insecurities.

hi- my first post lmaoooooooo i was going to add versace on the floor to this at the end BUT i can’t find the document 😩🫨

Life is a funny thing. 

If somebody had told you six months ago you would be meeting the love of your life, you probably would have laughed in their face. As the heiress to Esmé Hotel’s, a global luxury hotel and resort business, you weren’t interested in settling down because, in this life, it was hard to find genuine connections with people. Of course, you didn’t have a hard time making friends. People clung to you everywhere you went. That was your life, money, glamor, parties, and disingenuous people. For you, it wasn’t that bad.

Love was the last thing on your mind, but again life is funny. 

Tonight you returned to New York City from Ibiza; it was your best friend's birthday, and one day wasn't enough to celebrate her. You and a group of "friends" flew out to the Balearic island and spent a week fueled by drugs and alcohol with little sleep and many bad decisions, but you couldn't remember them to regret them. The fun ended when your father called to say he was sending the private jet to take you back to New York. 

Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark Industries, was hosting a charity event in the ballroom of one of the Esme Hotels, and your father asked you to attend in his place because he couldn't. The company was auctioning an all-inclusive trip to any Esme resort in the United States. Usually, your brother would fill in for him, but they were both in Monaco on business, leaving you as the only option.

You opted for a piece from the Zuhair Murad Couture 2023 collection, a stunning pink sequined midi dress paired with a matching floor-length scarf. Your pink Giuseppe Zanotti Iride crystal sandals went perfectly with the dress. When walking the red carpet, you smiled and posed, trying to make it not appear as you’d rather be anywhere but here. You got through without any problems, and as soon as you entered the ballroom, you went straight to the bar. Was there anything else you were supposed to do? Mingle? Network? You didn't need any of that and intended to leave after making arrangements with the auction winner.

Of course, the staff knew exactly who you were upon your arrival, and the bartender quickly came over. “Marco, the usual, please.” Within seconds a French martini was in front of you. “Thank you, I’ll need another one in about five minutes.” You say, sipping the martini and scanning the crowd. 

There were many people here, some of whom you recognized as reputable business professionals in their respective industries, some celebrities, and government officials. Most were just nameless faces. If they weren’t in the tabloids or someone your father had introduced you to, there was no way of you knowing them. 

Suddenly, a man in an awful powdered blue suit approaches you and leans on the bar. "Hello, sweetheart. I'm surprised to see you here. Where is dear old dad?” 

This man, whoever he is, was a stranger to you, but he clearly knows you. As much as you wanted to tell him to fuck off, you were here to represent Esme in place of your father and didn't want to make a PR nightmare or accidentally upset a valued shareholder.

You flash your perfect fake smile before replying, “My father couldn’t make it. He’s stuck in Monaco overseeing the construction site for a new hotel.” 

“So I guess you’re being auctioned off?” He jokes. He's too preoccupied with the drinks to see the look of utter disgust on your face.

“Excuse me?” You say, completely appalled. If this person is someone your father knew and trusted, he would never dare to treat you so rudely and endanger the future of their business relationship.

This asshole has the nerve to seem surprised that you didn't appreciate his compliment. “Oh, come on. I’d pay top dollar to hit that.” He makes a humorous sound, and before you can react, someone else chimes in.

“That’s rather disrespectful, don’t you think?” In front of you is a figure you've only seen on television while news commentators discussed whether the world needed access to vibranium. You may have changed the channel repeatedly, but forgetting such a striking face was difficult. The Queen of Wakanda was stunning in a sparkling black jumpsuit, accompanied by two Dora Milaje warriors who stared down the man who had insulted you.

Who would have guessed Queen Shuri would be coming to your rescue? “You see a beautiful woman and lose your manners?” Her expression is fierce, and her gaze is harsh. Unable to answer her questions, the stranger stood there with eyes so wide you thought they could pop out of his head.

You smirk, taking a sip of your martini. Not so talkative now, asshole.

Her next words were a demand, not a request. “Apologize.” 

He turns to face you, and you can’t help but smirk with satisfaction, waiting. “I-I- I’m sorry,” the man stutters and is smart enough to walk away quickly.  

Once the man is out of view, Queen Shuri focuses on you. You place your drink on the bar and try to think of the proper way to greet royalty. You definitely can’t bow in this dress. You settle on a slight curtsy. “Thank you, I would bow, but this dress is too tight.” You explain. 

The Queen laughed and flashed a smile at you, "There is no need to bow, and I must say it is a very exquisite dress." 

You feel your cheeks warm. That must be the alcohol. “Finally, a normal complement,” you say playfully in light of the incident that had just transpired. “The jumpsuit is gorgeous. I’m Y/N Esmé,” you say, holding your hand out. 

She takes your hand in a firm grip and shakes. “You wouldn’t happen to have any relation to the golden Esmé hanging outside the venue?” She questions, raising an eyebrow. 

“That would be correct. Just the Heiress, nothing too exciting.” 

“Nothing too exciting,” She mocks. “An heiress and great sense of humor.” 

You prepare to respond when Pepper appears, looking a little frazzled, most likely running around to greet and show her face to guests. “Hi, Y/N. Thank you so much for coming.” She gives you a quick hug. 

“Do you mind if I steal the Queen away?” She asks. It was a question, but it was just for pleasantries. 

A little, you thought, but responded, “Not at all. It was a pleasure to meet you.” You tell Shuri, and she nods. “You as well,” and like that, she leaves as quickly as she had come, and tonight just got a little more interesting.

During the auction, you bid on a gold Steinway & Sons grand piano and paid $150,000. You thought it would look good in the lobby, and the money would go to a good cause. It turns out that you weren't the only one who felt generous. To your surprise, the top bidder for the vacation at an Esme Resort was the Queen of Wakanda herself, who bid $500,000. It was relatively high, given that the prize was only worth half the amount.

Later, you track down Shuri to find out where you should deliver the information for the trip. "That will not be necessary. I don't usually travel for pleasure." She explains, leaving you perplexed as to why she paid such a high price for a vacation she did not intend to take.

Your eyebrows raise. “Why did you bid on a vacation you have no interest in taking?” 

“It’s for charity. Besides, Money is no object.” 

Charming. You appreciated the way this woman was endearing and bold. Nothing like the dull, self-absorbed people you knew. An idea came to mind. “Follow me,” You say, bringing Shuri to the bar again. 

You lean over once you reach the hightop, getting the bartender's attention. 

“Marco, a pen, please.” The man behind the bar responds quickly, "Absolutely, madame," before scurrying to fulfill your request. He returned with a gold pen, the one given to the guest, and you grabbed a napkin writing down the digits of your number. 

“Here,” you said, holding the napkin out to Shuri. The Dora Milaje member accompanying her eyed it with suspicion. A business card would have been more appropriate, but the only card you carried was black with no spending limit. This napkin was the next best thing, “If you’re ever in New York and need a place to stay or a friend, text me.” 

That was the start of a meaningful friendship. Six months had passed since the Stark Industries event, and you and Shuri became inseparable. You spent time together whenever she was in New York, sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for a few days. You took her to several restaurants, art studios, and museums. The Dora Milaje was just a little behind, but it felt like it was only you two in the universe. If Shuri visited for a lengthy period of time, she'd book rooms at the Esmé and frequently find her way onto your couch, where you forced her to watch almost every reality TV show known to man. She had a lot of catching up to do.

Those moments were when you were genuinely alone and often held deeper conversations in the safety of your living room and each other's company. She told you about her father's death, her brother's death, and the tragedy that took her lone surviving family member. All of this led to her bearing the weight of the crown and becoming Wakanda's defender. You recall hearing the events on the news, and a small irrational part of you feels guilty you couldn't be there for Shuri, even though you didn't know each other at the time.

You tell her about your upbringing. How your father was never present, preoccupied with working for his father and one day taking over the family legacy. Your mother had been a free spirit who had turned into a stay-at-home mom; she had your brother and then you seven years later. Having suffered from postpartum depression in addition to a long-standing sense of being trapped and ignored, she simply left.

Your Family was a difficult topic for you; life wasn't all sparkle and glamor. Since losing a loved one caused you so much distress, you realized you probably suffered from abandonment issues. The "friends" you'd gained stuck with you because they benefited from being affiliated with you. You knew those people didn't care about you as a person, and you were okay with it because it prevented anyone from getting close to you.

It was something you never opened up to anyone about because, truth be told, you never formed a connection deep enough with someone to open up the way you did with Shuri.

You're not sure when these feelings blossomed into love, but it hit you one day while you sat in the Esmé's empty Luxury Cinema. When you mentioned your favorite movie to Shuri, she said she'd never seen it, so you dragged her to the hotel's theater. Your living room's flatscreen wasn't big enough for a first-time movie experience. As Shuri watched Shrek, the two of you enjoyed an assortment of concession snacks.

Even though it was your favorite, it was difficult to concentrate on the film with Shuri's infectious laughter next to you. Shuri's laugh unexpectedly became your favorite sound in the world. She laughed at the TV every time someone said something witty. She chuckled at your jokes, even if they weren't particularly amusing. Always full of positive energy. 

In her company, you felt safe and valued. You couldn't stop thinking about her when you were apart, which was regrettably a lot. The time until you could see her again was something you counted down in minutes or perhaps even seconds when she left.

You were awed by every aspect of her. Her brilliance, heroism, strength, and bravery. It was that moment when her eyes lit up as she watched Lord Farquaad interrogate the Gingerbread man when you realize you love her.

Shuri was in town for a UN meeting on Thursday night; ordinarily, she'd let you know when she'd be in town so you could plan something together, but she didn't. You got a text an hour ago wondering whether you'd be home because Shuri was planning on dropping by before returning to Wakanda. It hurt a little to know she was here but didn't inform you. Did she start to get bored with your company? 

You cut those thoughts out before texting back. You'd be home waiting. 

She made it to your penthouse and was currently lounging on your couch watching a rerun of Real Housewives. Shuri pretended she didn't like the show, but you both knew it was her favorite way to spend quality time together.

Unlike the other instances, it was quiet and tense, but you knew it was your fault. Even though Shuri decided to come over, you couldn't figure out why she wouldn't tell you she was in town. You video-chatted and texted frequently, but you only had so much time together in person. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You asked. The question sat heavy in your mind, so you finally decided to ask. 

“Is that why you’re being all grumpy?” She accused, poking you with a socked toe. 

You reached over to swat her foot, “Don’t call me grumpy. You should have told me.” You hated how needy you sounded.

“I got so caught up in my lab I honestly forgot about it,” Shuri admits. “It was very last minute. Also, I figured you wouldn’t be here.”

Your sensible thinking takes over, and you can only say "Oh" as you realize how silly you are behaving. It made you feel a little ashamed for some reason. Even though this was your home, you were never there. 

There had been enough late hours and shared stories for you two to know enough about one other's lifestyles. Shuri had been thrown into the role of Queen at such a young age and held immense responsibilities. On the other hand, you are a well-known socialite whose late-night antics frequently trend on social media. That way of life wasn't as appealing as it once was. Knowing what Shuri went through and her bravery and resilience made you want to be better than you were.

That's why you've been attempting to reconnect with your father nowadays. As you grew older, your father realized how careless he had been during your childhood and constantly made attempts to connect, which you rejected. 

“Actually, I was in Monaco with my dad.” The construction of the Esmé resort in Monaco was going well, and your father had asked if you wanted to visit the site. In the past, you would say no you probably would’ve been busy, but your free time had opened up a lot more since you weren’t going out too often. It didn’t attract you as much anymore. 

“That’s wonderful, Y/N.” she was genuinely happy to hear that, knowing how strained the relationship was with your dad. 

“Yeah, it was nice, but I need another vacation.” You groan, throwing your head back on the edge of the sofa. 

“You could always come to Wakanda,” Shuri says casually, just like your head snaps. “I would love to show you my nation. I trust you.” She adds. 

“Stop joking,” you say, trying to laugh it off and pretend those words don’t have your brain removing all the knowledge you’ve accumulated in your years on earth to ensure you never forget this moment. 

Shuri doesn’t know how much her words affect you. You’re in love with her but could never tell her that. It wouldn’t work. For once in your life, you were the one in lack. Truthfully you had nothing to offer. You hated it. 

“Y/N,” She calls out to you, but you’re not listening. The television remote has become more interesting than this conversation as you try to bring your focus away from the woman of your dreams sitting suddenly too close for you to breathe. 

Shuri sits up slightly and reaches for the remote, stealing your attention from her. Sometimes, she seemed to have forgotten her strength. Instead of taking the remote from your grasp, you find yourself being tugged forward. The unexpected shock throws you off balance and causes you to tumble sideways. Shuri reacts immediately, pulling you back with one hand and securing the other around your waist to keep you upright.

That’s how you end up on her lap, looking down at her as she says, “I trust you,” again—staring directly into your eyes so you can see the honesty swimming through hers. Your heartbeat quickens as you struggle to comprehend what has just occurred. She holds you close, your hair falling in her face, and you laugh because that’s what you do best when things are too much.

You move the hair out of your face so you can see her clearly, “Shuri-” The sentence gets caught in your throat. While the romantic feelings were there, the sexual ones were there too. There have been too many occasions when you've woken up from a vivid dream and found it hard to believe her hands hadn't been coaxing some of the most intimate sounds out of you.

The way she looked under you. 

Your resolve was breaking.  

Her eyes flicker down and then back up. Your delusional mind starts to take over, imagining what it would be like to have her lips on yours. You wanted that so bad, if only you dared to lean down. There was stopping you from crossing that line, and it was dangerous. 

As if sensing you were going to fail its test, the universe takes mercy on you. 

Shuri’s kimono beads begin to ring, interrupting the moment between the two of you. You quickly move from off her, the skin on your face feeling warm as you take in the fact that you just had Shuri right underneath you, her hands holding tightly to keep you stable. You tried to move your thoughts elsewhere, not letting them get too carried away. 

A holographic depiction of General Ayo appeared. “Panther, we’re prepared to head back to Wakanda.”

Panther. Why was that so sexy? 

The Wakandan Queen is a little out of it, blinking a few times as she takes in the message. “Enkosi Ayo, I’ll be out soon.” Ayo salutes, and the hologram disappears. Wakanda’s technological advances always leave you amazed. 

Shuri looks apologetic. “I’m sorry, I must go.” She stands up and moves to retrieve her jacket from the coat closet. You needed distance from each other to prevent any uneasiness from developing.

“Better hurry, don’t keep Ayo waiting. She'll know it was my fault.” You tried to lighten the tension from the moment you’d just shared. 

“Ah, please, Ayo adores you.” She puts on her jacket and shoes before turning to you. “Don’t watch any more Real Housewives without me. I want to pick up where we left off once I return.” She says. You have to stop yourself from saying you can pick up exactly where you left off now, not talking about the show. 

“You got it,” You tell her as you both step into the foyer. It's always difficult to say goodbye to Shuri because all you can think about while she's gone is how much you miss her. For a split second, you think she'll say something else. She'd hold you close and tell you she's staying if you had your way.

Shuri's gaze lingers on you for a second, and you swear it's quiet enough for her to hear the rapid rhythm of your heartbeat. “Goodnight, Y/N.” She hugs you, and just like that, Shuri’s gone. 

You were in a daze from the event that transpired minutes ago. Your cheeks were still hot, and you felt as if you were suffocating. Your anxiety kicked in as you were left alone in such an empty space. 

Although you had never experienced love before, you did not doubt that you were head over heels for Shuri. She cared for you on a human level and treated you as such. You couldn't think about anyone else but Shuri. You recognize your vulnerability, but it's hard to be apart from the one you love, even if they don't realize it. But, keeping your emotions in check was becoming increasingly difficult, and today proved that.

You were used to people wanting something from you when they came into your life. To go on lavish vacations on your dime, to be seen with you, and to improve their reputation. It didn't disturb you that you were surrounded by those who did nothing but take from you because, well, they were still there. Being alone has never worked for you.

You groaned dramatically, throwing yourself onto your bed. There was no doubt in your mind it would never work out. Shuri was too sophisticated and well-established, and yes, you were an heiress, but what did that mean to the Queen of the most advanced nation on Earth? Nothing. 

It was all so overwhelming. Something had to give; you needed to find a way to get these thoughts out of your head before they jeopardized your friendship with Shuri. You took out your phone and contacted a couple of your friends to ask if they had plans for tonight, and your friend Amaya texted you the information about an event starting at ten o'clock at one of her mothers' VIP clubs. Hanging out with Amaya was always fun and guaranteed a night of dancing, drinking, and getting high. You didn't want to feel anything, so you’d do whatever to numb your thoughts.

Deciding on an outfit was tricky, but you eventually decide to go with the green Attico Magnolia sequined mesh midi dress, pairing it with crystal sliver Rene Caovilla sandals. An SUV awaited you outside the hotel, and you were on your way. The night flew by, and as soon as you found Amaya, she handed you three shots and half a pill, and you shoved it down your throat. That was all you could recall distinctly as the night progressed; after seven drinks, you lost track and swallowed the other popper. You had a lot of fun on the dance floor but left when the talk became too suggestive. Why would you go home with someone other than Shuri? You need another drink.

The drinking and dancing cycle continued until 3 a.m. when your feet ached, and you needed to get into bed. The SUV returned you to the hotel, and security ensured you arrived securely at your penthouse.

You were back on your own, without a sense of direction, but you did know one thing: you missed Shuri. You want to see her, kiss her, and adore her. You reached for your phone and dialed her number without thinking. You placed your phone on the bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for her to speak, but she never did.

I’ll leave a voicemail.

With the chemicals disrupting your mental state, you allow your emotions to take over completely. "Shuri, you are the most incredible person I've ever met... and I'll never meet somebody half as beautiful as you." Your words are slurred but honest.

“I need you to come back right now. I love you. I can’t not love you. I can’t lie, I can’t pretend, and I don’t want to. I love you. You’re all I want so much it hurts.” That is the last thing that left your lips before you inevitably drifted into sleep. 

When you woke up, the pounding in your brain was merciless. You have no idea how you got into your bed while still fully dressed down to your shoes. Fortunately, there was an Excedrin and a water bottle on the bedside table, thanks to your security guard. You take the pill with water before changing your clothing and preparing for a day of movies and takeout. There was no way you were getting out of this bed today.

You enter your walk-in closet, pull off your dress, and change into a ridiculous I LOVE NY tank top that Shuri had given you as a joke. You didn't bother putting on bottoms, it was your home, and you could go around in your underwear if you wanted to. You entered the bathroom through a door that connected to the closet.

Using the claw clip that was lying around, you clipped your hair. You brushed your teeth and reached for your face wash. The corded phone in your bedroom rings as you turn for the sink, the sound loud and piercing. Groaning, you return to the bedroom, assuming it's someone from the front desk.

Nothing could have prepared you for the appearance of a figure inside your room. Your brain recognizes the person before you as you open your mouth to scream. You believed you were hallucinating for a split second. 

“Jesus fuck, Shuri! What the hell!” You scream, grasping your chest, relieved you weren't abducted, but your heart is pounding.

The phone was still ringing. You moved past Shuri to answer it. Startled, hungover, and annoyed, what a morning you thought. 

“What?” You yell into the receiver, instantly regretting your tone as the person on the other line stutters out, “Madam Esmé, you have a guest coming up. I apologize we could not reach you on your personal cellular device.” 

The visitor must have been Shuri. Why had she returned? You looked at her curiously, trying to figure out what was happening. Last night you sent her off back to Wakanda; not even 24 hours went by, and she’s back leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and jaw tight. “Uh, sorry. I see that, thank you.” You hang up the phone and turn to Shuri, but keep your distance. 

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but you scared the shit out of me. Why are you back so soon?” 

“You.” Your body tensed at her tone. 

“Me?” 

“You weren’t answering your phone. I called you multiple times. Do you know how worried I was?” Your heart sinks. Did something happen? Had she needed you, and you weren’t there? You couldn’t even remember where your phone was. 

"Oh my God, I'm such an idiot, Shuri. I must have left my phone." This isn't the first time you've misplaced your phone after a night out. You felt slightly embarrassed about being questioned about your whereabouts last night while wearing only your underwear. Even more, you felt horrible that you worried Shuri so much that she had to travel here to check on you. 

Shuri’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “Y/N, what do you remember from last night?” She asks, changing the subject, even though you were clearly a little discombobulated. 

“Well,” you rub your temples while trying to recount the events. “I went out to a club in Manhattan, lots of shots, a few pills, and everything else doesn’t matter. I'm home.” Blacking out didn't bother you as long as you weren’t hurt or dead. 

The room was silent. “You called me.” 

The words make your blood run cold, “Oh,” is all you can say. What could have been important enough for you to drunk dial Shuri? 

“Oh.” You repeated as the hazy memories returned. With Shuri in front of you, attempting to restore your recollection of last night, the puzzle pieces begin to fall into place.

I need you to come back right now. 

I love you.

I can’t not love you.

Ironic. You went out for temporary release from your feelings for Shuri and instead ended up confessing. If it weren't for the weight of the situation, you probably would have laughed. 

Thoughts race through your mind as you struggle to find a way to make this right. Denial was the best option. “Whatever…” you start but trail off to find your words. “Whatever it is I said, just forget it. It wasn't me talking. I shouldn’t have drank so much.” 

Shuri shook her head as soon as the words left your mouth, “Don’t insult my intelligence.” She says, narrowing her eyes. “That doesn’t make your words any less true.” 

“I want you to look me in my eyes and tell me, sober.”

“I would have told you if I was sober.” You snapped back. You don’t know why you were upset, but you felt like an idiot. The vulnerability was a nasty feeling, your heart was laid bare, and moments from being broken, you felt the need to defend yourself.

“Why?” Shuri asks with so much sincerity it breaks your heart. 

“Why?” You repeat back. “Because, you’re so good, too good even. I’m used to knowing what I bring to the table for people, money, fame, and popularity. You don’t need any of that. You don’t care for any of that. What could I possibly have to offer you?” Tears blurred your vision and collected at your lashes.

Shuri pushes from the wall, her eyes filled with fire as she approaches you. "Stop doing that." Her order stops you from speaking as she carefully lifts her tattooed hand to your face, forcing you to look at her. "You have this awful habit of shutting down and shutting me out or speaking negatively about yourself."

She continues. “There’s so much depth to you, yet you hold yourself back from what you deserve.” 

Your heart flutters. That is the reason you adore her. She was a steadying presence, reminding you of your worth and letting you know that the world only sees a fragment of who you are. You allowed her in because you always knew you were safe in her care.

You felt secure enough to begin speaking about what you'd been holding back for so long. It wasn't a secret any longer. Shuri knew you loved her and deserved better than a drunken late-night phone call.

Fuck it. 

“I love you,” you confess. “You make me feel so cared for and protected and safe. I don’t know how to handle this. It's all new to me. You don’t have to feel the same way, but.”

You sigh to catch your breath. “I love you. And I don’t want to lose you.” 

Her thumb moves to caress the side of your face. “I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t feel the same way.”

“As soon as I heard those drunken words of the woman I love telling me she’s in love with me, I returned to her as fast as possible. I needed to see her beautiful face light up when I told her she’s everything to me.”

The relief you feel hearing those words brings more tears to your eyes. “You love me?” 

Shuri brought her free hand to your waist, embracing you as she whispered, “So much, angel.”

You stare at her, overwhelmed by the adoration you find behind those beautiful brown eyes. She loves you. She loves you and came from Wakanda to confess. 

Before your brain can process what's happening, you rush forward, putting your lips to Shuri's. It’s just a soft press at first. You melted into Shuri because you could now – relief swimming through your veins as you nipped at her bottom lip. 

All you can think is how right it feels to kiss her, to be in her arms. Cliché enough, this is what life is all about. Love, being loved, being in love. Letting go and diving into it, you feel weightless. 

The kiss grows intense as Shuri leans in further. When she kisses you, it's like she's starving. Shuri pressed her way back in, kissing you with a desire that pulled the oxygen from your lungs. You're so desperate that you moan against Shuri's lips as she opens her mouth and passionately kisses you back.

“I had all my meetings pushed back. Unless there's an imminent danger, I’m all yours,” Shuri informs you. You like the sound of that. Shuri lifts you instinctively as you wrap your arms around her neck. You lock your ankles around her waist, gathering her closer and closer, wrapped up in each other. 

You pulled your lips apart to move lower, leaving a trail of kisses from her jawline down to the tattoo on the side of her neck. "Good, 'cause everything I want to do involves you in that bed." You motion to the bed beside you.

As you fall into satin sheets, you cling to her and won't let go. Now that she's yours, nothing could ever come between the two of you.

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[shurisleftearring]

Green Eyes

I am so scared posting this but here it is, my first part (maybe). Any grammar or plot suggestions are welcomed, but please be nice. Not sure if I wanna include smut in this story or not idk. Anyways, thanks for reading, and enjoy! :) (Also how the fuck do I work this damn app? I am so fucking confused it’s sad fr)

But I don’t love you anymore, I’m so insecure, never knew that love did this…

Word count: 1k+

Pairing: Shuri x Black!fem!reader

Summary: Five years. It’s been five years since the blip. And even longer since you’ve been in a relationship. Maybe it’s for the best. The last time you were in a relationship, it just ended in disarray. But, when your ex comes back into your life, can you start over and do it again? Or try to move on with an unexpected love?

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“Y/n c’mon, you are slow!”

You were always late. You can never make it to anything on time. That’s what you need to change. You somehow wake up 5 hours before and still end up 10-15 minutes late.

“I’m coming damn, hold up.”

“Girl, I need you to make this on time, the board offered us amazing positions at Stark Industries and WE.CANNOT.BE.LATE.” 

At this point you were rushing to get your hair together, your makeup on, and your fit. You had a very boring style, but sometimes you surprised people. 

“Is this okay?”

“Girl, it’s fine. Now c’monn”

“Ok ok damn”

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By the time you got there, you had one minute left. You used that minute to scope the place out. Can’t even lie, it was beautiful. All of those good-looking drinks, food, people. You were in awe. 

“Damn, this place is nice!” You said.

“Girl, I know we're in the big money now!” Kaira said.

You and your close co-worker friend get guided to the huge table in the back. When you see the table everybody is already there. You look around and your heart drops to you stomach. It's her. At first, you had no idea who she was, she had changed so much. She dresses more masculine now, she has sides of her hair cut, and she has on grillz. You are wondering where the hell she knows about those. Back when y'all used to “date”, y'all were both young and didn’t know shit.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“What did you say, girl?” Kaira said.

“Oh nothing”

You were freaking out inside. Lost in your thoughts. Your memories of her. You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t notice that she he saw you too.  She almost spat her drink out. She didn’t even recognize you.

“Damn, she's fine. Do you know her Shuri?” Peter said.

“...No,” Shuri said, looking away from your curvaceous body.

“Mm, well I’m going to go over there and introduce myself” 

“Don’t you have Mj?”

“Well…she doesn’t remember me. Our love can wait”

Shuri rolled her eyes and they landed on you. She saw how beautiful you became. Your braces were gone and got a skincare routine. She saw how your body grew into its grown woman body. Your thighs, hips, and breasts were just too mesmerizing.  She was shamelessly  checking you out, not caring who saw. You were trying to look distracted when you accidentally locked eyes with Shuri. Her gaze suddenly made you weak in the knees. You didn’t even notice that you were about to run into a waiter. You ran into the waiter, the gaze broken. She started chuckling, not realizing how powerful her stare was. She guessed that’s how she got all those models so easily. You apologized to the waiter and walked to your seat, trying to get some dignity back.

“Girl, are you ok?” your co-worker friend asked.

“Yeah. I’m good Kaira”

“I swear you always trippin’ somewhere” she said laughing.

You laughed praying that no one saw that. You looked and saw that you were sitting in between Okoye and Kaira.  Thank god you weren’t sitting next to her. But, across from her was even worse. Her staring just got more intense by the second. You tried to focus as Pepper Potts-Stark began. 

“Well, now that we have everyone here, welcome. I hope we get a lot of things accomplished in these upcoming years, as you know the people are still-”

You were tryna listen, but you could feel her stare lingering on you. It makes your stomach churn and do somersaults.

“-Now, to focus on the positive things, I have decided to hire more people on the personal Avengers team. Welcome y/n and Kaira!”

You and Kaira stood up. Everyone clapped and said welcome. Kaira was eating up the attention thankfully. 

“Well, if a pile of paperwork and deadlines to meet is a ‘ welcome’, then I’ll accept it,” Kaira said as people started chuckling.

“Ah, yes, as you can see, the team is very happy to see new people joining, but don’t let them bully you, okay?” Pepper said, winking. 

“Oh, trust me I won’t,” You said.

“We’ll see about that sweetness,” Thor said.

You cringed at that. Men being men. The people at the table saw the discomfort on your face.

“Ok, enough guys. They’ve already experienced your ‘warm’ welcome” Shuri said. 

“Not Shuri defending them. She must like one of them.” Peter said, drinking his drink.

Chuckles filled the room after he said that. He was honestly right but she was too prideful to accept it. 

“Peter do not test me” She looked at Peter and he just drunk his drink and tried to hide his face. 

“Ooo Shuri is going to mess him up” 

“He's always talking he needs to shut up”

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A few hours later,  everything was done. You and Kaira signed everything and promised to sign an NDA until your contract expires. Now people were just talking. You didn’t like being in boring places, but that was your life lately. Boring ass places. 

“Girl, I am ready to go, I love networking, but damn it sure does make you tired.” 

“Amen girl, I'm gonna crash at your place, is that okay?” You said

“Yeah, that’s fine. Also, I saw Her Majesty staring at you. Does she know you?” 

 You were trying not to show the sudden panic on your face.

“...Not Really…” 

“Mhm, yeah ok.”

Kaira knew when you were lying. She knew you like the back of her hand. She always knew when you were sad, angry, happy, and when you were lying.

Y’all were leaving, laughing and chatting about how your first day would go. While walking, you notice a nice vintage 1964 Ferrari 250 GTO. Your mouth was wide open. 

“Kaira look!” you said

Kaira looked and her mouth went wide open as well. 

“Shit….that’s your dream car!” she squealed.

“I know! It’s so beautiful!” 

“Excuse me” 

You turned around and were moving out of the way when you saw it was Shuri. Her voice felt like butter, and you could smell her amazing vanilla perfume since she was close. 

“Ooooo” Kaira mumbled.

Kaira was never any help. She was a proud instigator. 

“Oh- Umm we're sorry, we-”

“It’s all good love, you were just admiring right?”

“Right”

Love. You haven't heard that word in a long time. She said so casually like you were still with her. 

But you weren’t. 

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6-7 years ago

“Sher please? You've known my friends for a while now. You said it yourself you trusted them!"

“Love, no. Besides I don’t like you hanging around Daniel anyways”

You groaned. “Shuri, we don’t like each other”

“You still like men"

You knelt down to her level. “But not that man. I don't like any men, just you” You pressed your lips on hers, her jealousy slowly drifting away. You loved moments like these. Her being putty in your hands.

“Ok fine. You can go. Only, you have to make sure that you call me every hour”

“Oh my God, you are so obsessive”

“It’s called keeping you safe”

“No one knows we're dating. I’ll be fine” You said, kissing her forehead. 

“Mhm. Still, I want you to call me”

“Ok my love see you soon~” You went out the door and to one of your best friends arms for a hug.

"You ready to go girl?"

"Yes! I am so excited!"

"I'm surprised that Shuri even let you out"

"Haha, now hurry and let's get to this festival!" You squealed in excitement.

#letitia wright #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #lgbtq

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Be Mine ~Pepper Stark Nee Potts xFem Babysitter!reader

Babysitter!reader for Morgan Stark after Tony’s death; a sex starved Pepper and Reader end up fucking while Morgan’s asleep.

Mommy…Master List

Request & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, face sitting, smutty smut smut, etc…

Enjoy (;

You were the babysitter for the one and only Morgan Stark.

A few months after Tony’s death when things had started to come back to a rhythm, Pepper had realized that she needed someone to watch Morgan on days where she worked late. (because as kind hearted Happy was, she just needed a second reassurance).

Pepper had found you on a babysitting website. You were in school, in your twenties, looking for a side hustle in babysitting.

Sh had set up a time for you and Morgan to meet, and you two had immediately clicked. And it just went off from there.

You would pick Morgan up from school and spend the weeknights with her until Pepper came home from her job.

It was really a lovely gig. You didn’t do it for the money anymore; you did it because you cared about Morgan and Pepper.

Tonight, Pepper had gone to a gala. It ended up going longer than anyone could have anticipated. You had put Morgan to bed and were desperately trying to stay awake on the couch.

Around 1am, you heard the click of the door. Your head shot up from its half asleep position.

“Ms. Potts! How was your evening?” You asked with a slight yawn.

But you couldn’t even register her words… All you saw was her body. What she was wearing. The way the dress clung to her curves deliciously…

“Love? How did Morgan go down?” Pepper interrupted your intrusive thoughts and staring.

You blushed and sheepishly replied, “Really well. Right at 8, Ms. Potts.”

Pepper scoffed at your formality, “Please Dear, call me Pepper.” She exclaimed as she joined you on the couch with a sigh.

You both sat in silence.

“Long night?” You spoke out.

Pepper sighed again, “Yea. Sorry for making you stay here so late…”

“Hmm, don’t worry about it. I like being here.” You hummed in response.

You looked up at Pepper who was meeting your gaze.

“Ok well, I guess I better go.” You declared, getting up and walking past Pepper.

But before you could get far, Pepper grabbed your wrist.

“What If… you didn’t leave?” She whispered.

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry.

Pepper tugged you closer to her, but you tripped and ended up falling on top of her.

“Shit! Im so sorry…” you immediately apologized.

But all you were met with was a pair of dark, lustful eyes and a smirk on Peppers face.

“I don’t know… I’m ok with this, if you are…” she whispered, grazing her lips against yours.

“Yes…” you immediately murmured, and Pepper immediately closed the gap smashing her lips against yours.

You both moaned into the heated kiss, your hips bucking into Pepper’s lap needily.

Pepper met your bucking with hip thrusts of her own, eliciting more whispers and moans from the both of you.

“Shit, Morgan.” Pepper exclaimed in a hushed tone, “We need to be quiet.”

You nodded eagerly, already getting down to the ground and on your knees.

Pepper muffled a moan at the sight of you and your actions.

You made away with her dress swiftly and spread her legs out for your access.

It was your turn to stifle a moan at how soaked Pepper’s underwear was…

You ripped it off, getting impatient, and immediately attached your tongue to her clit.

Pepper had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming in pleasure.

It had been ages since she’d felt so good…

You greedily lapped through her folds, not holding back.

Pepper met your tongue fucking with her hips bucking up to meet your tongue.

In a matter of minutes, you could feel her walls fluttering in desperation.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum…!” Pepper cried through her hand muffling her voice, as her head was thrown back in pleasure.

At this, you added your thumb to her clit and continued to ravage her pussy.

Pepper did her best to muffle her screams as her orgasmic high crashed through her entire body.

You felt her walls clenched around your tongue desperately, and you lapped up all her juices happily.

By the time you had helped Pepper down from her high, her breathing was erratic and her legs were shaky.

You climbed back into her lap and connected your lips to hers once again.

She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.

Pepper than shifted so that she was leaning flat on couch and you were on top of her still connected to her lips.

“Sit on my face?” She breathlessly asked.

Your breath fled you at her words. You bit your lip and nodded eagerly.

“yes please…” you moaned in a hush tone.

You quickly stood up and undressed yourself, taking your short and underwear off. Pepper was drooling at the sight.

You then carefully swung one leg on the other side of Peppers face, so that you were straddling her.

Before you could do anything else, Pepper was already pulling your body down toward her tongue, which started to graze your soaked folds.

You spasmed from the first lap through your cunt, crying out in pleasure.

“Shhh, love. Try and be quiet for me?” Pepper cooed in between tonguing the entrance to your aching pussy.

You nodded bashfully and needily, bucking your hips into her face instinctually craving more.

“More…” you whimpered.

Pepper smirked and then dove into your throbbing cunt with her tongue.

You rode Peppers face desperately, whimpering and mewling her name and a string of obscenities.

Your hips jerked to meet the pace Pepper was tongue fucking your Tight hole.

“Shit! Im… Im—” You whimpered, losing your coherence.

“Cum for me, love…” Pegger panted in between lapping through your folds.

You followed her words like they were command, and came, riding through your high on her face.

Riding out your high, you collapsed on Pepper completely out of breath with a grin on your face.

Pepper chuckled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time…” she panted.

You blushed at her confession, “Me too…”

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[waywardcrow]

Timeless.

Chapter III.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier and as the Winter Soldier in general, letters between Bucky and reader which are in italics like this, lots of feels, death of reader's sister mentioned, reader's boss being a cartoon villain, very bad headaches and fainting, hospitals, past reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <<<

Bucky still had your letters, Steve had kept them safe for him when he fell off the train and sent them home before going to the ice, your mother –Beth’s mother- kept them safe after your death only a year later of his disappearance. Your brother’s grandkid gave them to him after he went looking for your family, it was a surprise he knew about him and even so that he didn’t feared him or hated him for his past.

Your letters and his, so well-kept, were his most treasured possession, it allowed him to fill the blanks the brainwashing left and remember when he had happiness at his reach.

Even if it was so hard for him to make you understand his feelings were true.

Sargent Barnes,

My brother’s unit is the 103th, I appreciate your promise and I know you will honor it.

And regarding the other matter, I know you are good man because Rebecca said so and I trust her judgment but I’m also aware of your refusals to meet me in the first place so you have to understand my skepticism is justified.

You don’t have to fight for anything else but the war you’re in so you can come home to your loved ones, what’s in your destiny will happen no matter what, I don’t need you to prove me wrong, just be my friend like you said you will be.

With my best wishes.

Bucky traced your name with his fingertips before putting your letter in its box and then in the safe, breathing to calm himself. He will see you that night and it had to be perfect, he will never try to make space for him in your life again but he could take care of you.

The suit Sam chose for him was navy blue like his old uniform in the Howling commandos which made him feel better about it, still he picked the gloves like a reflex. He would not be close to you but didn’t want that part of his past to be near your presence again.

Pepper was kind enough to invite him, their relationship was strictly professional after she regained some power in the Avengers, what happened with Wanda and Spider-man made her reclaim her husband’s legacy, it was better under her control anyways. She didn’t seem to hate him but didn’t trust him completely and Bucky understood that.

He will never made emends with Tony but will do his best to protect the world he and Natalia saved.

The charity gala was one more thing he will have to deal with to be useful to his team. 

You, on the other hand, were in the brink of collapse, giving in to every stupid tantrum from Mia wasn’t enough, she always wanted more.

Mia wasn’t happy when you finished her work for next month’s issue, she wasn’t happy with your lame simple black dress with long sleeves and white collar hided every curve of your body, wasn’t happy about her driver being on time because she was late and complained the whole ride to the Avengers tower about it.

You were considering jumping out of the car in movement when you finally arrived and you could have some space away from her. The main hall was as impressive as the tower; it was so good that Mrs. Potts could take it back from that idiot Fisk.

Someone guided you to the adjacent room where the party will be hosted and your headache intensified with the bright lights.

“You, come here” your checks burned hot in anger hearing her call you like that but you did as you were told after counting to ten, remembering why wasn’t a good idea to kill her with a silver tray in a building full of superheroes. “Where are the questions?” she hissed when you were in earshot.

“I gave them to you miss Alexander” maybe your calmest tone will work with the brat “you put them in your purse back in the car”.

“Well I don’t have them” she said with such arrogance that made you wonder for the million time how could she be sister to someone as lovely as Harper “so go and find them for me before I have to interview that boring woman” Mia spat with mockery “like I don’t have better things to do than being here”.

Something about her words threw more gasoline to the flames of your anger and the pain in your head.

“You chose to do this interview and this gala is for people who are still homeless after The Blip” there was no point in trying to be rational with her but your family lost everything in that five years, your house, your chances at a better life that you still fought to get back and someone like her will never understand it. Still wasn’t right the way she talked about that and about Pepper fucking Potts.

“And? Poor people are poor because they don’t work hard enough, they don’t have a home because they are lazy” at that, you snorted with disdain and her perfect face contorted with ire “fix your attitude, I have to talk to that woman and I don’t have time for you or for the next thirty minutes I will pretend I give a shit about her dead husband.”

That was enough; the pain in the left side of your head, the black spots in your eyesight, your anger running through your veins, all the awful comments she made about you the entire time you worked for her, about everyone without anyone to stop her… before you knew it your hand took her champagne flute away to splash it in her face.

“You are a fucking bitch, a miserable excuse of human” you yelled at her with the anger pulsing in your heartbeats, how could she said that? Just like Tony Stark there were a lot of people who lost their lives, not just avengers like Natasha Romanoff or Vision, there were simple humans like your sister who died fighting to save people, there were people still suffering.

The whole room went silent and you went back to the present.

Everyone was staring at you and a pair of men in black suits started to walk in your direction so you ran to the entrance still with the glass of champagne in your hand.

You were so fired and even more than that, you were ruined, Mia will make sure of it for humiliating her. Your heart dropped to your feet, what will you do? How will you pay for your folk’s home?

Hot tears ran down your face but before you reached the street a strong hand stopped you. It was when you realized the expensive glass in your hand.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take this with me” you started but your plea for mercy died when you met the most amazing blue eyes you have ever seen in your life. The man before you looked so confused and some other things you couldn’t understand when the pain increased, your hands dropped everything to hold your head, barely aware of your knees touching the pavement while the agony made the world disappeared.

Bucky couldn’t lose you, not again, why this kept happening? It was like the universe wanted to tell him to stay away from you but what if this had nothing to do with him? What if you were sick and needed his help?

He insisted in going in the ambulance with you and Sam arrived minutes later.

“What happened man?” his neck tie was loose and the confusion in his eyes made Bucky lie to him.

“I don’t know, I went outside from some air and I saw this girl crying, thought I could help and then she had an attack, like- like if someone was hurting her” Bucky made an effort to don’t let his emotions show but the lump in his throat was impossible to avoid “then she fainted.”

Sam was trying to read him before speaking again.

“It’s a little weird that you were there and also you saved this same girl to get hit by a bike a couple days ago, don’t ya think?” his southern accent came to play like always he was trying to convince him of something.

Bucky looked at his gloved hands, he couldn’t tell Sam, he may believe him but Bucky didn’t believed himself most days so it was better to keep lying.

“It was a coincidence I guess” nobody else could know, it was for the best.

“Hmm” was the simple response of Captain America who knew something was happening but will wait for his friend to tell him.

“Excuse me Sergeant Barnes, the patient is awake” your doctor approached him “her emergency contact is coming but she asked for you.”

“Is she going to be fine? What happened to her?” Sam’s presence will not stop him from knowing.

“She is going to be fine, we suspect it had to do with a lot of stress and not taking care of herself properly” the eyes of the doctor went to his left arm when a noise of metal whirring interrupted. If it would be for him, Mia Alexander will have more than a ruined dress to pay but right now you were his priority.

“Can I see her?” the doctor gave him a nod and Bucky muttered a thank you, leaving Sam behind more confused than before.

His heart was racing in his chest, the last time he talked with you –with an old version of you- he was still him and you will never know how even in his darkest time you were his light.

You smiled shyly at the sight of him and it took every ounce of strength in his body to don’t run to your side and kiss you. Your make-up was slightly smeared and your carefully styled hair dishealved which brought some other memories he should not be having when you just woke up in a hospital.

“Hi” he heard your heart going as fast as his, making him feel like the flustered mess you made of him in the 40’s “the doctor told me you brought me here after the incident and I told her to call you so I could thank you.” His stare started to play with your nerves, he was more handsome in person and your self-consciousness didn’t help you “I also wanted to apologize for what I did back in the gala, it was so improper and selfish of me to do that.”

Guilt drowned you since you recover your senses, hoping the raising of money was not affected by you and it was enough for Bucky to move, his protective instinct winning over anything else.

“You have nothing to apologize for, little-“ his old pet name almost rolled out of his tongue so naturally that it hurt him physically to stop it “there’s little petty people like your old boss who deserve more than what you did.”

Nice save, Barnes he congratulated himself.

Your whole face turned in a mortified expression at his words, how did he know?

“You heard her?” it wasn’t bad enough being humiliated, you have to be humiliated with an audience.

Bucky had to use all of his restraint from the moment you arrived with that idiot, he was actually in his way to you when she said all that awful things and he made sure of letting Pepper know while waiting for you to wake up.

“I heard enough” he gave a few steps towards you, reading your conflict perfectly clear in your eyes. The reasons why you didn’t resign before, all the things he couldn’t fix for you without being noticed, finally having a chance to change them this time “you don’t have to worry about her anymore, Pepper will take care of it.”

“Oh my god, does she know what that bitch said? I’m so sorry”

Why were you apologizing?

“It’s not your fault” his brows furrowed and he didn’t think twice before taking your hand in his right one to give you a soft squeeze “like I told you, Pepper will take care of it and I’ll like to help too.”

Before you could answer the door opened again and Harper stormed in.

“What the hell, Ace? Don’t scare me like this!” the red haired woman didn’t notice him when she went to your side to hug you “are you okay? Did she hurt you? I swear to god this time I’m going to put peanuts in her food and-“

“Harper, what did I tell you about planning murder in front of other people?” you remind her, giggling, sending a greedy feeling through Bucky’s body, he missed that laugh.

“That we need plausible deniability” your friend answered like a scolded child before setting her eyes on Bucky “thank you for bringing Ace here.”

Her honest words made him feel weird, didn’t she knew who he was?

“Ace?” he asked instead.

“It's what Harper calls me” you responded feeling your cheeks heat.

“Because she’s so smart and quick and awesome” the love in her voice made him feel a little jealous, in all the time following you he didn’t sense something else going on between you two but how could someone be close to you and not fall in love?

“Well it was my pleasure, just like watching her splashing someone with five thousand dollars champagne” his eyes never left yours while speaking but Harper barely noticed it.

“Please tell me it was Mia” she begged and when you nodded, Harper let out a happy yell “I’m so proud of you, sweetie. It was about time, don’t you think Mr. Barnes?”

So she knew him, why wasn’t she hiding you from him?

“Totally and please, call me Bucky” again, his eyes were only on you. A hint of pain hit you when he said his name making close your eyes “everything ok?”

“Yeah”

“I should leave you sleep” he hated being away from you in times like this but you needed it “nice to meet you. Both” he added.

“Same” Harper’s smart eyes went from you to him; it was time for him to leave.

“Thank you again, Mr. Barnes” he opened his mouth to protest and you corrected yourself “Bucky, thanks.”

“Get well soon, Miss.” He looked at you one last time before walking out, how will he stay away from you after this?

Tag list: @cjand10 @bunnyforhim

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Hey! I liked this chapter, mostly because we will not see Mia again (maybe) and these two finally get to talk! But maybe I'm going to take this story slowly, feel free to tell me what you think!

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #40s bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst

[yelenasdiary]

Secret Mission

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Denvers, Maria Hill, Pepper Potts, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop x Reader (All Platonic)

Summary: You & the girls go out for the monthly ‘secret mission’ 

| Fluff | No Warnings | 0.9K | 

AC: This idea comes from @libraylove754 sending me gifs of Wanda, Yelena & Nat followed by a gif of a cup of coffee! I hope you enjoy this x – sorry about the ending, I found this rather tricky to right for some reason!

Once a month, you and the other girls get together for coffee, something normal, away from the boys to just chill, chat and relax. Originally it was Kate's idea, trust the most social one to drag you all out, right? The boys back at the compound always questioned where you all would get too but none of you told them that it was just a simple coffee catch up, so, like men, they joked about it and called it "The Girls Secret Mission". 

As you walked into the local coffee shop, the staff had already reserved a table of 8, ready for you all. You couldn't see anybody else insight has you stepped on it, your eyes searched the small shop that was slightly busier than usual but still, you couldn't see any of your friends. 

"Ah, you made it!" Carol came up behind you, almost giving you a fright. "Me? Looks like you're late too!" you chuckled, the two of you walking over to the reserved table, "I wouldn't say we're the late ones by the looks of it" Carol smiled, pulling her chair out.

"Actually, you guys are kind of late" a Sokovian accent made you turn slightly to see Wanda smiling softly with a donut and coffee in hand, "I have a feeling you were craving this?" she ask before placing the coffee mug and donut in front of you. "Thanks Wands! How did you kn-" you paused when you realised she'd read your thoughts, "never mind" you added with a chuckle. 

"What about mine?" Carol jokingly pouted, "well, maybe when you make up your mind on what you want to drink then I'll get your order too" Wanda replied with a smirk before taking a seat next to you. "Nat's in the bathroom and Yelena is finding a park" Wanda added. 

"Good morning! Sorry I'm a tad late, I couldn't get Tony to shut it about his new project!" Pepper sighed lightly before taking a seat across from you, next to Carol. "Don't stress" you smiled, "Yelena, Maria or Kate aren't here yet" you added before taking a sip on of your latte. 

After a good solid 10 minutes, everybody was finally seated and waiting for their order, well, not everybody. Kate came into the café, hands full of shopping bags that she dropped at her feet before taking a seat beside you, "Kate Bishop, nice of you to finally join us" Yelena looked at her friend. "Yeah, sorry about that! I was trying to do a quick shop around for clints birthday, I couldn't decide what he'd like best so Natty Nat, I need your help" Kate smiled proudly at the red head across from her. 

Natasha looked up at the young Avenger in an almost disgusted look, "did you just call me Natty Nat?" she questioned with a cocked brow. 

"S-sorry, I didn't think" Kate slumped down into her chair before the rest of you all chuckled. 

The café was already loud enough but ask any other customer, most the of chatter and laughter was coming from the table full of Avengers. "I could go for another latte, anybody else want anything while I'm up?" you offered as you stood from your seat. "A latte isn't a real coffee, Y/n Y/l/n" Yelena commented before taking another sip of her coffee. 

"And boxed mac n cheese isn't a real meal" you looked to the blonde with a smirk. 

"I'll come up with you" Maria smiled before downing the rest of her coffee. 

You and Maria took the others second order while the others started to secretly talk about the surprise that had been planned for you. 

"They have no idea!" Kate smiled proudly once more, "yeah the excuse for presents for Clint worked a charm" Carol replied. 

KB: Uh? Oh no, most of these are actually for Clint. 

NR: But his birthday is still two months away?

KB: I know but he is so hard to shop for! 

YB: She always shops months early for people, the apartment is currently full of crap she needs to return once she works out the perfect gift.

KB: Hey! it's better than what you gift people

YB: Nothing wrong with gift cards, they get whatever they want, and I don't have to think too much about it.

NR: I'm with Yelena on that one.

PP: Guys, the surprise party. It's tonight, do we have anything ready?

CD: Yeah, the boys are setting up the compound now.

NR: Peter said something about Aunt May had been up since 5am cooking.

PP: She has, that's where I'm headed after this. Maria too.

NR: I'm taking Y/n bike shopping so that'll but you all more time.

CD: Shh, they're coming. 

Carol's shush wasn't as quiet as she thought, you took your seat and looked around the table at the others. "Did I miss something?" you asked, they all shook their heads, "Why are you guys all acting weird all of a sudden?" you added. 

"We were just making fun of Yelena and her love for mac n cheese" Kate pitched in before pulling one of her shopping bags onto the table, "do you think Clint would like this?" she asked, distracting you from the odd behavior from the group. She showed off a new arrow sack. 

"He has that one" Natasha replied, causing Kate to sigh. "It's a lovely idea though" you patted Kate on her back. 

For the next hour, all of you enjoyed your last cups of warm goodness before all parting ways. You and Natasha went motorbike shopping, not that she was really looking for anything, but it was enough to keep you from guessing what was really going on. Your birthday was just around the corner, 2 weeks away in fact and for once the entire team wanted to surprise you without you finding out like you always did. 

Safe to say, the surprise went undetected and you even made Natasha buy a motorbike!

#marvel #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #Maria hill #pepper potts #yelena belova #Kate bishop #x reader #fanfiction

[mymelodymia]

Tony basically scaring his kid during the whole Iron Man 2 movie because of his self destroying tendencies (becoming Iron Man, blood toxicity, leaving his job at S.I, the race car incident, his crazy birthday party…). Obviously the kid is scared! So his daughter stays at Pepper’s maybe for the meantime he is trying to heal and create that new element, but he eventually ends up going to her to apologize and take her back home because he can’t live without his baby girl with him

Cant live without you

Summary: tony becomes reckless, but apologies

Warnings: tony being reckless, crying, y/n being afraid she is not loved,

A/N: sorry it took me so long to get to this reqs. It was amazing 👏 I don't think I did justice to it.

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You loved your father, yes. But it became hard as he began to be very reckless. It had been weeks since he had even spoken to you.

He was your best friend. And he suddenly stopped speaking and spending time with you. You were beyond confused, especially since you were only 8 at the time.

You had a terrible day at school. And you would have gone to tony about it, but you didn't think he would even listen. So you went to happy, who was the one who picked you up because your dad was "too buzy".

"Happy?" You said, getting his attention.

"Yeah kid" he said looking away from the road to glance at you, then ultimately back to the road.

"I had a bad day, can i talk about it?" You asked sadly.

"Of course, go ahead" then you began to ramble on and on about your terrible day. Happy, unlike tony, listened to every word that came out of your mouth.

When you arrived at the Malibu house, you headed straight to your room. Not expecting anyone to be there, but when you walked in you were greeted by pepper, sitting on your bed casually.

"Hey pep" you said walking into the large bedroom. She noticed how your eyes were drooped, and you were frowning. You were clearly upset.

"Y/n? Whats wrong sweetheart" she asked with kind eyes.

"Daddys been not spending time with me, i cant even remember last time he talked to me. And i had a bad day today, just sad..." you said, holding back tears.

Pepper noticed this and immediately took you into her arms. You began to cry into her shoulder. Small sobs coming from you. Wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.

"And hes been really dangerous and.....can i stay with you for now?" You asked, pulling away from her, and she immediately answered

"Of course sweetie" she said as you began sobbing once again. A few moments later she helped you pack a bag.

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tony was in the workshop when he suddenly remembered it was recently his birthday week, you always got him one handmade present per day on the week of his birthday. But he hadn't seen you In a while.

He went up to your bedroom, but you weren't there. He checked the whole house in fact, he was about to call the police when Jarvis spoke up.

"Sir, ms stark is at ms potts house."

"What, why?" He decided not to come retrieve you right now. Given that he could put you in more danger then you already are in. But after 3 days, this took a pretty hard hit on little 8 year old you.

You thought he wasn't coming because he didn't care, did he even love you anymore? You would ask yourself that all the time. You even ditched one of your soccer games. (Or whatever sport you participate in)

Pepper and happy were your entire support system. You didn't think that anyone cared about you anymore, except happy and pepper.

One day, (just after he created the new element and destroyed his garage) there was a knock at the front door, pepper opened it and upon seeing tony standing there, she tried to shut it in his face. But he stopped it with his hand. You were peeking around a corner, and accidentally made eye contact with tony. Immediately stepping back so he couldn't see you.

"Y/n/n? Baby?" You slowly walked out from your hiding place. And saw that he was wearing his matching black sabbath shirt. And had something behind his back.

Slowly, you walked up to him, he knelt down to be on eye level with you. And spoke up.

"Y/n, i am so, so sorry baby. I shouldn't have done the things I did. Im sorry. And if you dont wanna forgive me, i get it-" He said choking back tears, being interrupted by you throwing your arms around his neck.

"Its okay daddy" you mumbled into his shoulder. That's when he broke. Sobbing into you, he held you tight. He didn't deserve your forgiveness, your kindness, but you always believed in second chances.

Pulling away from this hug, he held the back of your neck, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek, he closed his eyes for a small moment before saying something

"And plus you forgot philip" he said holding up a teddy bear. You gasped and snatched the stuffed animal.

He took you back home, you sat in the passenger seat, holding onto his arm the whole way home.

When you arrived at the house, you walked in holding tonys hand and saw the whole place practically destroyed. The entire living room covered in black as if something had exploded, and a hole in the floor.

You stopped walking immediately, tony being jerked back since you were holding him.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" you screamed out. He chuckled, and lead you upstairs to his bedroom and picked you up. He lied down on the king sized bed, holding you to his chest. You fell asleep against him.

After you fell asleep tony made way down to the garage once again after tucking you in.

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You were now at the expo, when Justin hammer started to present the hammer drones your jaw dropped in awe, you glanced at pepper who did not seen impressed. You turned back making the same face as her.

When your father randomly showed up, you probably cheered the loudest.

When pepper and Natasha went behind stage, you followed. When nat pinned hammer down, you clapped a few silent claps, bouncing slightly. And stook your tongue out at him.

When pepper walked out of the building you followed her once again.

After a few minutes a destroyed hammer drone started beeping, pepper took you into her arms, lifting you off of the concrete ground. You looked around uneasily that's when you spotted your father.

You barely had time to process this before he swooped down, grabbed the two of you and took off.

When you landed on the roof, you slid down peppers side as they started arguing.

"Oh my god, i cant take this anymore!" Pepper said as she covered her eyes "you cant? Look at me"

"My body literally cannot handle the stress, i never know if your gonna kill yourself or wreck the whole company"

"I think i did okay!" Tony yelled out "i quit, im resigning...thats it"

even you did not expect her to say that "what'd you just say, your done? Thats surprising. No its not surprising, i get it. You dont have to make any excuses"

"Im not making any excuses" they started to speak over each other, and you just sat there. "You deserve better." tony said taking her hand. "You've taken such good care of me"

"Im in a tough spot, but you got me through it, so...right..yeah lets talk clean up" then they began to say a bunch of words you didn't yet understand.

"Well for you its like dog years, its like the presidenc-" being cut of by tony pulling her in and kissing her.

You whipped around covering your eyes and muttered a small "blah!" When you turned around you saw Rhody sitting in tonys suit. He put his finger up to his mouth and mouthed "shhhhh"

"Weird....run that by me again" he said pulling her close once more

"I think it was weird.." Rhody spoke up. You standing next to him.

'You guys look like two seals fighting over a grape"

"You should get lost" tony said pointing a finger at him. "I was here first, get a roof" you chuckled at this clever remark.

"Listen, my car got taken out by the explosions, so...im gonna need to hang on to your suit for a minute okay"

"Not okay with that"

"Wasn't a question" Rhody said standing up, you immediately took a few steps back and he took of.

"How are you gonna resign, if i dont except" you giggled and brought them into a group hug. Kneeling down so they could get to you.

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Tags

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover //

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[marvel-snape-writes]

New Tony x Pepper smutty one shot!

Can’t Just Expect Sex…

18+ smut

The latch on the door had barely slotted back into place by the time Tony’s hands were upon her hips, holding her against him from behind.

“Are you looking for something, Mr Stark?” She asked, willingly staying where she was with his hands still against her.

“Found it.” He dipped his head forward to whisper into her ear.

“Oh, ‘it’?” Pepper scoffed, trying her best not to instantly fall to the mercy of his hands trailing down her sides and his lips planting light kisses down the side of her neck.

“Mhmm…” He mumbled, lightly flicking the tip of his tongue against the crook of her neck, “Sorry, baby, I mean you…”

“It’s okay,” Pepper smirked, faintly brushing against the crotch of his pants when he drew her in closer to him, “I’ve found ‘it’, too…”

“Do you wanna… do that again just to make sure?” Tony whispered into her ear; his lips parting to allow a moan to escape directly into it when she pressed against him a little harder this time.

“Like that?” Pepper asked, biting her lip to try and hide her grin as her nails soothingly traced back and forth against his forearms while they remained wrapped around her body.

“Do I have to get on my knees and beg you to turn around and kiss me?” He almost huffed out his question, his lips immediately returning to her neck as he waited for her response.

“Tony, you are my boss…” Pepper swallowed hard, tilting her head to the opposite side, “You ask me to do as you see—“ Her words were cut off by him spinning her around, smacking their lips together desperately as she mumble against his lips, “—fit.”

“I’ll tell you what I see fit, Miss Potts…” Tony breathed against her lips, “This little situation we’ve got going on… it seems to be a bit more of a regular occurrence.”

Pepper purposely ignored his comment and wrapped her arms around his neck, showing him that she was just as into this spontaneous visit to her office as he was. Their lips met over and over, and her fingers slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling her breath hitch when their tongues touched. Tony’s hands roamed from her hips to her bottom and then back, trying to bring their bodies as close together as possible.

“Fuck, what is it, hm?” Tony spoke in a shaky tone, the fire in his belly rising higher with each kiss, “It’s forgivable as a one off, sort of okay to happen a couple more times, but… this thing…”

“You are making ‘this thing’ up, Mr. Stark,” Pepper trailed her hands down the front of his body, feeling him shiver from her touch, “The truth is, you are my boss and I am just one of your members of staff,” Her hand cupped his crotch, lightly pressing her palm against it and trying her best not to smirk when Tony’s lips immediately parted against hers, the kisses now getting clumsy, “And I shouldn’t be allowing you to take advantage of me like this… time and time again.” She massaged her hand against the front of his pants each time she emphasised a word.

“Shit, I love it when you play like this with me, Pep…” Tony’s voice was husky, his hands now trembling against her waist.

Their lips smacked together even harder, both of them clearly showing how they wanted each other just as badly. Pepper’s hands continued to massage against the crotch of his pants as he moaned breathlessly against her lips in between each kiss, feeling his cock straining against the material more and more.

“We’ve got to stop doing this…” She spoke against his lips, now purposely playing with his belt.

“A-Absolutely…” Tony nodded weakly, trying to brush his hips further forward.

“If anyone catches us like this, they’ll assume that’s how I worked my way up in your little world.” She nipped at his lips as she managed to get his belt unbuckled, “Fooling around with the boss… doesn’t sound good, does it?”

“N-No…” Tony swallowed hard, now kissing her lips more desperately than ever.

“You can’t just come in here and expect sex.” She whispered in a teasingly seductive tone, pulling the zip of his pants down and slipping her hand inside.

“No, a-absolutely not…” Tony shook his head unconvincingly, almost feeling his knees buckle from the merciless way she teased his cock from over his boxers, “Wh-Why don’t we not have sex right on this desk?” Tony spoke uneasily, attempting to gain enough strength to lift her onto it.

“Mmmh… and we both know I wear this outfit combination out of fashion choice and not because there’s less time I have to wait when you get in here…” Pepper smirked against his lips when she felt his hands rushing under her dress to grasp at her underwear.

“Precisely that.” Tony nodded quickly and tore her underwear from her, tossing it carelessly to the side before hitching her dress up a little more.

“And this has to stop happening…” She moaned out her words as their kisses became more intense, not even believing her own words as she played with the waistband of his boxers.

“Mm, yep, last time…” Tony inhaled sharply when he felt her twang the waistband back against his hips, trying to pull her closer to the edge of the desk, “Your fucking teasing has to stop happening, too…”

“Oh, sorry, Mr. Stark…” She grinned and gripped onto the openings of his pants as they remained hung open, pulling him even closer to her as their lips remained attached.

“I– I just fucking need you one more time.” He panted against her lips, pushing her legs a little further apart as he stepped further between them.

“All yours, Mr Stark.” She whispered lowly, pushing his trousers and boxers down past his hips in one motion.

“Fuck, c’mere, darlin’…” Tony hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her up a little as he swiftly thrust his hips forward, hissing through his clenched teeth before claiming her lips once more.

“T-Tony!” Pepper gasped against his lips, her fingers weakly grasping onto his hair as he slid into her completely.

“Shh, shh…” Tony lifted one of his hands to cup her cheek, slowly starting to move his hips in a rhythm, “Eventually you’ll get used to the size of it.”

“Eventually?” Pepper pulled at his bottom lip, “I thought we said this would be the last time, hm?”

“Y-Yeah… That's what I said.” Tony mumbled against her lips.

“Better make it worth my time, then…” She smirked, pulling back just briefly to gaze into his heavy eyes.

Tony’s lips parted but he failed to even have a response to her last comment, only tightening his grip on her thighs as she hooked them around him. Their moans synchronised with their movements and Tony leaned her back a little more onto the desk so he could hover further over her, wincing quietly against her lips when he felt her nails digging into his shoulders. His hands moved from her thighs and instead he placed them flat on the desk at either side of her, trying to steady himself as much as possible while his hips drove forward.

“Who knew the boss fucks so good…” Pepper breathed against his lips, her hands almost slipping off him from the speed of his movements.

“Just you…” Tony grunted, “…and the rest.”

“Sleezy bastard.” Pepper moaned, struggling to hook her legs around him as they moaned together.

“You fucking love it, sweetheart.” Tony spoke lowly, the brief conversation alone making each of his thrusts harder.

“No comment, sir.” Pepper bit down on his bottom lip harshly and pulled it out a little, making Tony gasp loudly.

Tony ragged his lip out from between her teeth and placed a bruising kiss to her lips as he gripped onto her thighs, dragging her to the edge of the desk again and standing himself up properly. In unison, his hands clamped onto her and he threw his head back in pleasure, relentlessly pounding his hips forward. Pepper scratched the desk with her nails as she desperately searched for something to grasp onto to stop herself from being catapulted off the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Y-You…” Was all that Tony managed to get out as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his trembling hands almost starting to lose their grip on her as the pool of warmth in his stomach began to fill.

“T-Tony, you’re going to…” Pepper gasped out her words, squeezing her legs around him, “F-Fuck, pl…please don’t stop, Mr Stark!” Her voice trembled, her fingertips turning white from how tightly she was now trying to hold onto the desk.

“Shit, Pep…” Tony moaned, his mouth wide open and jaw clenching with each pulse of pleasure shooting through him, “Cum for your boss, baby.”

“Mmh… Mr Stark!” Pepper cried out, her back arching off the table and her sweaty hands losing their grip on the table.

“Come here,” Tony opened his heavy eyes and moved his hands to support her upper body, helping her sit up as his hips mercilessly thudded back and forth, each of them now moaning continuously as their bodies were brought closer to one another again, “That’s it, baby. Is that better?” He spoke huskily against her lips before kissing them.

“Ah-!” She inhaled sharply, kissing him back quickly and throwing her arms around him before hiding her face against his neck as she gave herself over to him completely, unable to hold back her climax for even a moment longer, “T-Tony! Fucking… fuck!”

“Oh, baby, y-you’re gonna fucking kill me…” Tony groaned out his words when he felt her tighten around him, his cock now throbbing madly as his own climax drew closer and closer.

His arms remained wrapped around her in an attempt at keeping them both upright as his knees began to buckle beneath him from the ecstasy that was rushing through him. Pepper’s moans and sharp breaths against his neck were all that it took to push him over the edge completely — mainly the arrogant knowing that he had caused them — and digging her heels into his bottom to try and push his hips harder against hers while she rode out her own orgasm.

“G-Goddamn you, Pepper fucking Potts…” He spoke breathlessly as his release spilled out of him with each harsh twitch of his cock, “How dare you know my cock better than I do.”

“Yeah?” Pepper smirked, lifting her head to press a rough kiss to his lips in between his moans, “Probably has something to do with the amount of times this keeps occurring.” Her arms snaked around his neck to bring the top half of him closer to her again, touching the tip of her tongue to his while his lips remained parted.

“Mm…” Tony grunted, clumsily kissing her back as his hips showed no sign in slowing until he had released every last drop of pent up pleasure since the last time they had met, “Fuck.”

His body trembled as the pleasure swept back and forth over him, breathing heavily against Pepper’s lips as her fingers tangled in his hair. His hips gradually came to a stop, but he didn't want to stop being so close to her. Their lips met several times in between trying to catch their breath until their heavy eyes opened and they looked at each other, pausing briefly before letting out a content laugh, their sweaty foreheads touching.

“I’m just gonna put it out there…” Tony lifted one of his hands to cup her cheek within it, “And say that I would not be mad about that happening again.”

“Stop it.” Pepper giggled, playfully swatting his side.

“Correct me if I am wrong, Miss Potts, but I seem to remember you specifically telling me not to stop just a few minutes ago.” He pecked her lips, stepping back slightly and fastening his trousers back up, winking, “Hm?”

“Shh…” Pepper bit her lip while trying to hide her grin, pushing her dress back down over her hips as she hopped off the desk.

“What was that?” Tony teased, sitting down in the desk chair and patting either of his thighs as he gazed up at her, “Come a little closer, my old ears are going.”

Pepper rolled her eyes playfully and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he hooked one around her waist. Tony tilted his head up and pursed his bruised lips, grinning when he felt hers against his.

“You were saying?” He spoke with a happy sigh, smiling sweetly once they pulled away.

“If people had their suspicions about us before, I think they've definitely been confirmed now after that wall-rattling experience.” Pepper smirked, pushing his hair off his sticky forehead.

“Would it be so bad if people find out I'm your little secret?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I am your little secret!” Pepper scoffed playfully, lightly pulling a strand of his hair and grinned, leaning in to kiss him again before both of them gasped as the office door opened.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” The member of staff widened their eyes as they realised exactly who’s lap Pepper was sat on, “I— I didn't mean to… interrupt, Mr Stark, Miss Potts.”

“There’s no need to apologise,” Tony smiled confidently, placing his hand gently on Pepper’s knee as he tried to speak without laughing as he put a twist on her own words from before, “I keep telling Miss Potts that she just cannot expect sex every time I come in here, but she’s having none of it.”

“Tony!” Pepper gasped, playfully pulling at his hair again.

“I… will see you when you are… done.” The member of staff spoke quickly, turning around and shutting the door.

“I don't want any more secrets, Pep.” Tony immediately spoke with a straight face.

“Any more… what?” Pepper squinted her eyes in confusion, “I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“That's the thing,” Tony cleared his throat, “We have no secrets from each other, but we hide this from everyone else. I want to know what it takes to be yours. I mean truly yours.”

“Stop…” Pepper felt herself blush, hiding her face against his neck, “I cannot fall for the man that puts his life on the line more and more every time I turn around.”

“Hey, look at me,” Tony gently tilted her chin up with his finger, “I promise you this, Pepper Potts; your life will always matter more to me than my own.”

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[petersnya]

Isn’t she lovely | peter p

I heard this song in the car with my grandma and it’s safe to say that this is now my new favorite song. Also I wanted to write something small so that I could get back into writing rq for u lovely ppl ;)

Paring; (mcu) peter parker x fem!reader | Warning; fluff and legit one swear word lmao

Srry this is short but I promise it’s worth it hahah

“Isn’t she just… ” I don’t even know the word to describe her.

“Uh- dude, you’re staring mighty hard,” Mj said to Peter without her eyes leaving the book she had in her hands as she turned the page.

Peter had been eyeing you from the moment he stepped into Avengers Compound cafe and spotted you handing Mrs. Potts a stack of papers. You had been doing little errands for Pepper here and there just for something to do for the summer. Potts and your mom were long time friends, so when you asked if you could do little things for her with the time in your hands, she didn’t have a problem.

“Right, uh- quick! Give me something to do o-or read or something. She’s walking this way!” Peter rushed out his words to his friends next to him. “Act cool!”

“Mhm- yep, not a problem.. for me at least.”

Peter fumbled with a book Mj carelessly gave him for the moment. Ned whipped his head around him, trying to find something to make him ‘look cool’. He quickly propped his head up with his hand and adjusted his posture to look more cool… whatever that was supposed to look like.

You walked towards the table, your eyes aimlessly wondering the place while you walked with no destination set in mind. Maybe you’d go by Peps office for a bit? Or go see one of the guys you’d met here at his job at Baskin Robbins.. what’s was his name?… Scott Lan—

“Hey! Wanna come sit?” Your eyes landed on a girl with wildly, untamed curls calling you over with a slight smile. And two guys who looked- interesting.

But you couldn’t help but stare at the one with chocolate curls and eyes to match you looked panicked.

Wow. He’s just so… breathtaking.

“Mj… what the fuck are you doing?” Peter seethed thought his clenched teeth- a red tent creeping up his neck and making its way to his face while his knuckles turned white from gripping the book in hand.

“Yea Mj- what are you doing?” Ned tried to back up his best friend as smoothly as possible. It wasn’t smooth. At all.

Mj just scoffed as she waved you over- putting her sticky note in her book and setting it aside. You sat right in front of Peter when you made it to the table glancing at him nervously.

“Hi uh- I’m y/n,” you averted your gaze back over to girl sat next to Peter.

“Well hello there y/n. I’m Mj—“ Peter and Ned tried to suddenly make there way away from the table but failed miserably.

“And this,” Mj said firmly, “is the two idiots I hang out with - Peter and Ned.”

“How do you do y/n,” Ned announced proudly as he settled back in his sit. Peter fumbled with his fingers as he tried to avoid eye contact with you. You saw him jerk slightly as Mj cleared her throat, indicating him to speak.

He finally looked you in the eye. His brown eyes grew wide with astonishment at that exact moment. The breathe he began to let out got caught in his throat, his heart beating faster and harder - he was sure you could see it from outside his chest. A small smile made its way onto his face as he stuck his hand out gingerly.

“Yea I- I’m Peter.”

“Hi Peter.” You stuck your hand out and shook it slowly. You had never been looked at like this before. And you had never looked at anyone the way you were looking at him now.

Peter let go of your hand and closed his fist to feel the warmth that your hand left behind. He had so many words he wanted to say, but couldn’t. He never wanted his eyes to leave yours. And in that moment, he finally found the word he was looking for.

Lovely. Isn’t she lovely.

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[gummydummy19]

until you ruined it

Content Warning: SMUT, some degradation, enemies to lovers, L-bomb, hate fucking, cursing, enhanced reader, age gap (reader is early 20s, Bucky is early 30s), AU Avengers ft Steve Rogers, Wanda, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson all living in Stark tower together, kind off adopted stark reader, ANGST, happy ending, fluff.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this bhahahahah, as always, let me know what you think and requests are always open! ily x

Word Count: 4318

God you fucking hated him. You LOATHED him. Every single thing he did pissed you off.

You were sat in the kitchen of the Stark Tower, having a lovely quiet breakfast before Bucky had to stroll in and ruin it.

He stirred his coffee, the little spoon hitting the inside of the mug over and over again. You let out a deep sigh, trying to keep your calm. But as soon as you caught a glimpse of that amused smirk, you lost it.

He was pissing you off on purpose, because he fucking enjoyed it.

You shot a tiny electric spark his way, hitting his hand. It wasn’t enough to hurt him, but it was enough to make him drop his mug. Coffee spilled over his pants and his shoes as the cup shattered all over the kitchen tiles.

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!”

“Oops” you said innocently, as you grabbed your glass of orange juice and walked back to you room.

Okay maybe you had overreacted a tiny bit, but in your defence, the last couple of months had been straight up TORTURE.

Sure, your life hadn’t been the easiest, but you were perfectly happy with the way things were.

You lived in the Stark Tower, as a part of the Avengers. Tony and Pepper basically adopted when you were 16, which was now over half a decade ago.

Your father used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. He was killed by Hydra during an attack on his base when your mother was 6 months pregnant. They took her hostage and she died while giving birth to you.

That was what you had been told.

You don’t really remember a lot of what happened after that, you blocked most of it away.

When you were 5 years old, S.H.I.E.L.D rescued you from Hydra. You were put into a special foster program and were given pills for so called “allergic reactions”.

According to Pepper, S.H.I.E.L.D always kept taps on you, they just wanted you to have a normal childhood. When you got older the meds weren’t enough to keep your powers down, that’s when Tony took you in and made you an Avenger.

You were grateful S.H.I.E.L.D tried so hard to give you a normal childhood, you just always felt like something was missing, and when you moved into the tower, that void finally got filled.

They were your family. Your home.

Bruce and Tony helped you with your powers, while Steve and Nat helped you with physical training. When the physical training from Captain insane and Ninja Nat got too intense, you could always count on Sam for a good old jog in the park. You and Wanda even took some classes together to finish your degree, since you were only 2 years apart and she never got to finish hers.

Your life was perfect the way it was, until he had to walk in and ruin it.

Exactly 3 months ago, Steve introduced Bucky to the family. You didn’t know much about him, only that he was very important to Steve and they knew each other back in the 40s.

Bucky had been through a lot, spending years of his life brainwashed, fighting as Hydras personal murder puppet. It must have been awful. So when Steve finally found his best friend again, you were all really excited to meet him and welcome him to the team.

You remember the moment you first met Bucky like it was yesterday. You, Sam and Tony were sitting on the couch, watching some boring reality show, when the sound of the elevator dinging made you turn around.

Holy fuck. You didn’t mean to stare, but you were physically unable to tear your eyes off of him. He had to be the single most handsome man you had ever seen in your entire life, and you lived with the Avengers for christ sake.

Steve’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Y/N, Tony, Sam… This is Bucky. He’s moving in today.”

Damn, this man was hot. You felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, your throat went dry, your face burned and your brain was somehow unable to make a coherent sentence.

That lasted a whole 10seconds before he opened up his stupid mouth.

“I didn’t know stark tower had a kids department.”

Wait what? You could have died right there. You were damn near drooling over the sight of him and he just called you a child.

Get your fucking shit together Y/N, you thought to yourself.

Tony and Sam bursted out laughing beside you, Steve had the decency to try and stifle his chuckle, but overall it just made your slight embarrassment worse.

“Yeah, apparently now we are turning it into a retirement home.” You shot back.

“I was just kidding” Bucky said, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

“So was I” you replied, and with that, you left the room.

Ever since that day it had been nothing but snarky comments and disgusted looks between the two of you. And it only got worse.

You hated it. You hated him. But most of all, you hated how attracted you still were to him.

Maybe your attitude towards him was a reaction to his behaviour towards you, or maybe it was your way of covering up how you actually felt about him.

Either way, you knew where your hatred for him came from, but you didn’t have a clue what it was about you that made him so mad, and it was messing with your head.

You couldn’t stand how much you cared. How some days when the bickering got so bad, you’d lie awake at night thinking what was so irritating about you that he had to be so mean.

You made sure he never knew tho. He never had a clue how much his words actually hurt you or how much you just wanted to have one normal conversation with him. How badly you wanted to get to know him. And how desperately you craved just a tiny bit of intimacy every once in a while.

You were sitting in your room, behind your desk, sipping your orange juice while scribbling down some things on your to do list, when all of a sudden, your door bursted open.

“Why the fuck do you have to be such a fucking BITCH all the time ?!?!” Bucky shouted at you.

“Ever heard of fucking knocking, grandpa?!” You yelled right back at him as you shot up from your seat.

“I have coffee all over me because you can’t control your fucking temper!” His voice boomed through your room as he stalked closer to you.

“It was a fucking accident. Get the fuck over it, old man” you said, not really knowing how to react to the sudden lack of personal space.

“An accident?!” He questioned. “I spend the last 20minutes mopping the kitchen floor!”

“Oh dear! What are you, scared you’re gonna turn into a 1940s housewife when you touch a fucking mop?” You chuckled. “The hell you want me to do about it ?”

“Apologise.” He almost growled, you could feel his breath on your face.

“HAH, you wish” you laughed.

“I fucking said, apologise.” His voice was way more quiet now, but still stern.

“And I fucking said no.” You tried your best to make your tone match his, but the proximity made you nervous.

He didn’t reply immediately, you had no idea what he was thinking, or what he was going to say next.

Bucky let out an angry groan before surging forward and smashing his lips on yours. He pushed you back until your ass hit your desk.

“God you’re so fucking insufferable” he growled as he picked you up to sit you on the desk and moved to stand in between your legs, waisting no time in ripping off your shirt.

What the hell was happening.

“Fuck you!” You growled back at him as you fumbled with his belt.

“Shut your fucking mouth for once and then maybe I will” he said as he quickly pulled off his own shirt before crashing his mouth on yours again.

Your hands roamed over his torso. It felt so good to have him so close to you.

“Take off your bra” he said, while unbuckling his belt.

Your cheeks grew hot. This was just sex. A physical outlet of all the tension that had been growing between the two of you for months. He hated you, he was just horny and annoyed and he needed someone to take it out on. And as much wanted it to be more, you knew you would happily take whatever he gave you, and you hated yourself for it.

As soon as your bra hit the floor, his eyes grew wide, and 10 shades darker.

“Fuck” he breathed out, and he immediately latched his mouth on your nipple.

You let out a heavenly moan as he started massaging the other breast with his metal hand. The cold sensation of the metal on one breast and his hot wet tongue on the other had your mind spinning.

He moved to slide his hands under your skirt and dragged your panties down, letting them fall on the floor next to your bra.

His metal fingers came to mess with your folds and you swear you stopped breathing for a second.

“oh FUCK, Bucky” you moaned as he circled your clit, his teeth slightly tugging on your hard nippled before kissing up your neck.

Your hands moved to his waist, pulling down his pants and underwear enough to reveal his throbbing cock.

You took him in your hand and started pulling slow and steady strokes up and down his shaft, hearing his breath getting heavy in your ear. All while he kept rubbing your clit with his metal hand.

“Im gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, you little bitch” he said as he pulled his fingers from your dripping pussy, before pushing his length into you in one slow, steady motion.

“Oh SHIT” you both moaned in unison.

You wanted to wrap your arms around his shoulders, to kiss him, to pull him closer, but you couldn’t bring yourself to show him how much you wanted him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, or maybe you wanted to spare yourself the embarrassment.

You placed your hands on either side of your thighs, gripping onto the desk until your knuckles turned white.

He started thrusting into you, his hands held onto your hips so hard you were sure they were going to leave bruises.

His head was buried in your neck and his movements were rough. His pace was perfect, his cock dragged across that spongey spot inside of you with every single thrust. You bit your lip in a sad attempt to keep yourself quiet.

The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of pure filth. Flesh slapping against flesh, Bucky’s muffled groans and sighs and the occasional moan you just couldn’t help but let fall past your lips.

You felt a warmth starting to spread in your lower stomach and your walls started pulsing around his throbbing cock.

“Oh fuck I can feel you, are you gonna cum for me?” He breathed against your neck.

Bucky’s metal fingers started rubbing your clit and you were gone.

“Yeah” was the only coherent thing you managed to get out before you felt yourself tumble over the edge.

A few pathetic little “ah ah ah”s followed by a loud moan and a heavenly sigh left your mouth as your orgasm washed over you.

Bucky managed to fuck you through it until he finally couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“AARGHH fuck SHIT fhuh…” a string of curses and gasps filled your ears as he pulled out of you and finished all over your stomach, stroking himself until he was utterly and entirely spent.

When you both started breathing normally again, Bucky quickly pulled his pants back up.

“Let me know when you’re washing that, I still need this coffee stain dealt with” he said, signaling to your cum covered skirt and his coffee pants.

“Get the fuck out of my room, Barnes” was all you managed to get out before you hopped off your desk and walked into your bathroom, trying your best not to wobble too much.

What the fuck just happened?

You took off the remains of your ruined clothes and turned on your shower as you heard your front door close. Bucky had left. Just like you asked him to.

You let out a deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding as you stepped underneath the streams of hot water.

Fog surrounded you. Clouding your vision as your thoughts clouded your mind. Bucky had slept with you. No, he had fucked you. He had used your body as he pleased and you had let him. And fuck, you wanted him to do it again. Over and over and over again until he grew tired of you, which you hoped he never would.

Part of you had never been so disappointed in yourself. Yet another part had never been so satisfied.

You stood there, in your shower, trying to wash away the guilt until the water turned cold.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Arrogant asshole” you spat in between kisses while your fingers clawed at his shoulders.

“Ignorant bitch” Bucky growled as he pushed you further inside of his room, mindlessly slamming shut the door behind him.

Somehow you had gotten here again, wrapped up in your steaming hatred for one another, engulfed in a passionate battle for dominance.

Ever since that day in your room, the two of your couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. Seeking each other out and getting under each other’s skin until one of you snapped.

Today was no different. You had gotten back from a mission, and you were hurt.

You got hurt, while saving Bucky.

“Couldn’t even do what you were told ONCE!” He yelled, spinning you around so your boobs were pressed against his wall.

“You’re lucky I fucking saved your ass, grandpa!”

He pulled down the zipped of your suit, revealing your bare, bruised back. The sight made him growl, he bend down and licked a long stripe up your spine, nibbling and biting along the way.

You winced when his teeth hit a cut. “Fuck! Watch it, Barnes.”

“I wouldn’t fucking have to if you had been more careful!” He snapped back, yanking your shoulder, making you turn around again.

His lips smashed back against yours, capturing them in a bruising kiss.

Your hands flew to his neck, tugging on the short strands of hair.

God it felt good to have him this close to you. It always felt so good.

“Hurry the fuck up, Barnes.” You growled as he took his sweet time, nibbling on your neck.

“Patience.” He teased.

You felt the air get thicker, as if time slowed down.

Bucky slowly slid the rest of your suit off, leaving you bare in front of him.

You felt your stomach turn as his hungry gaze scanned your naked body.

He pulled his own shirt over his head and started taking a few steps back, until his legs hit the edge of his bed.

Never breaking eye contact with you, he took off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer shorts.

Bucky sat down at the foot of the bed.

“Come here” he said, a sly smirk teasing the edge of his lips.

You slowly made your way over to him, covered in nothing but cuts and bruises.

His hands immediately found your waist as you moved to straddle his lap, your mouth crashing on his.

Bucky groaned, sliding his hands flat over your exposed back. Roaming over every inch of bare skin.

His metal hand found the back of your neck, when you started grinding into his clothed erection, he tangled his metal fingers in your hair and pulled your head back.

“I said, patience.” His voice sounded stern yet playful.

“You need a lesson on how to do as you’re told” he chuckled.

“You need a lesson on how to say thank you, you ungrateful piece of shit.” You managed to snap back at him.

In the blink of an eye, Bucky had flipped you over on the bed, pinning you underneath him as he hovered over you, his nose flared and his eyes turned dark.

“Grateful?! That’s what you want me to be after you almost get yourself killed, you stupid little bitch?” He spat, pushing his hand in between your legs.

“Oh please, don’t make it sound like you care!” You suppressed a moan at the feel of his metal fingers teasing your wet core.

“I fucking don’t! But it would be nice to not feel like I’m babysitting the toddler of the group every time I set foot on the field!”

Ouch.

You tried your hardest to cover up how hurt you were. You thought that after all this time, Bucky finally saw you as an equal, an adult. More than some annoying 20 something only good enough to keep his dick wet. Guess you should have known better.

“God you’re so fucking annoying!” He growled as he finally tugged his underwear off, revealing his rock hard cock.

He stroked himself a few times before sliding in between your soaking folds.

You both let out a mixture of sighs and moans as he started moving in and out of you in slow, hard thrusts.

“There you fucking go. Like you so much better with my dick inside of you.” Bucky said as he picked up the pace.

His words from earlier were still ringing in your ears.

Babysitting the toddler.

He saw you as a burden.

“Shut up and make me cum.” You groaned, getting closer to that precious high.

“I told you to be patient.” He smirked as he slowed down again, just when you felt yourself giving in to that much needed release.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, the pent up stress of the day, whatever. You felt your eyes getting itchy. Tears prickling at your waterline, ready to spill.

“GOD I FUCKING HATE YOU” you screamed.

No I don’t. I fucking love you.

Your mind was racing. Your body was aching. You just wanted Bucky. You were tired. So tired. Tired of games. Tired of pretending to hate him when in fact, you didn’t, not even a little bit, not even at all.

“I fucking hate you too” Bucky’s voice was raspy in your ear. Reminding you that this was no more than a primal need. A way to relieve some stress.

He picked up his pace again. Your ankles hooked around his lower back in an attempt to keep him there as his pubic bone rubbed against your clit, making you see stars.

Your hands flew around his shoulders, gripping his neck and tangling at his hair.

“Please.” you moaned, surprising both Bucky and yourself with your sudden vulnerability.

“What’s the matter, Princess? Change of heart?” He teased.

You were so tired.

And he was making you feel so good.

“Bucky, please.” You hadn’t noticed the tears finally started running down your cheeks until you felt him kiss them away.

“Please,…I…” you whimpered as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“Ssshhh” he whispered. The first moment of comfort you had ever gotten from Bucky.

It all became too much.

“Bucky, I…god….I…”

“Let go, princess. Cum for me”

That was all you needed. Feeling yourself tumble over the edge. Your mind was racing.

“Fuck, oh…oh…fhuh, I…I love you…”

Your voice was merely a whisper as you felt the fireworks erupting inside of you. It was all too much.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he came inside of you with a deep groan, dropping his head on your shoulder as he kept slow fucking the both of you through your highs.

After a couple seconds, your eyes fluttered open, making you realize you had closed them a while ago.

Bucky was still breathing heavily, laying collapsed on top of you, when the realization hit you.

You didn’t say that out loud, did you?

As if he read your mind, Bucky raised his head. You were greeted with the most shit eating grin you had ever seen in your life.

Oh no. Fuck, god please no.

“Does someone have a little crush?” He chuckled. Making you want to die.

Before you knew it, tears started welling in your eyes again. You pushed him off of you, scrambling from under him and getting off the bed.

You hurriedly wrapped a loose blanket around yourself and picked up your discarded suit.

“Where are you going?” He laughed, not really understanding the situation.

You gave him one last look before leaving, finally making him notice the tears in your eyes.

“You know what, Barnes? Go fuck yourself.” You sniffled as you rushed out of his room.

This was by far the most embarrassing moment of your life. By the time you got to your room on the other side of the hallway, you full on broke into tears.

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Bucky sat on his bed as he watched you rush out of his room. The sight of your teary eyes made his grin melt away like snow on a sunny day.

You loved him?

You?

Loved him?

The sounds of your muffled cries travelled through the empty halls and closed doors, reaching his enhanced ears.

Oh for fucks sakes.

He quickly pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and made his way to your room.

He padded through the desolate hallway, stopping in front of your door, trying to ignore the sudden nervous pit in his stomach.

He never meant to hurt you. When he saw you risk your life on the field today, in order to save him. Something inside him snapped.

Truth be told, from the moment he laid eyes on you, he was a goner. It had been so damn long since he had felt this way about anyone, and he had absolutely no clue how to handle it. He knew he had probably messed it up from the start, but he couldn’t stay away from you.

That being said, this wasn’t what you guys did. Feelings. Emotions. Communication.

No, you screamed at each other, and then you fucked each others brains out.

He had never seen you cry, not like this. And he hated it.

“Get your fucking shit together, Barnes.” He thought to himself as he raised up his fist, knocking on your door.

“Y/N?”

When he didn’t hear an answer, he leaned his ear closer to your door.

Hearing the distant sound of water running, and your wavering little sobs echoing against the walls of your shower.

Ok screw this.

He opened your door and walked straight to your bathroom, hesitant for only a second before he slowly turned the doorknob.

You had your back towards the door, running your fingers through your wet hair as you calmed your breathing, when you noticed a presence.

“Go away.” You said, not even needing to turn around to know it was Bucky.

But he didn’t listen. He slid off his boxers, and joined you underneath the steaming hot water.

The feeling of his bare chest pressed against your bruised back made you suppress a sigh.

“If you’ve come to laugh at me some more, I’m not in the mood.” You said, still facing away from him.

You felt his chest rise against your back as he took a deep breath. There was a second of silence between the two of you, before he finally spoke.

“Hearing those three perfect little words leave your perfect little mouth while feeling your fluttering pussy squeeze my cock, made me blow my load harder than I ever have before.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you, turning you around to finally face him.

He pushed you back against the tile covered shower wall. When he saw your puffy eyes stare up at him in confusion, he felt a tug at his heart.

“God you drive me crazy. In every possible way. And I am utterly and completely in love with you.” He stated.

Your mouth fell open and you felt your stomach flutter, unable to respond.

“I love how stubborn you are. I love the way you nibble on your bottom lip when you’re trying to focus on something. Or the way you frown your eyebrows when you’re mad at me. I love everything about you, and most of all, I love driving you as crazy as you drive me.” Bucky continued.

“There you go, feel free to laugh at me too.” He said.

You were baffled, having trouble believing those words truly just left Bucky Barnes’ mouth. You had absolutely no clue how to respond.

Bucky took your silence as a sign of rejection. A million thoughts crossing through his mind.

Did he just fuck up even more? Should he have given you space? Was that too much? What if you didn’t even mean what you said and it was just the orgasmic bliss talking? Oh god did he just ruin everything?

“I’ll just…uh….I’ll just go…now…I’m sorry I sho-…hmpf”

You cut off his nervous ramble with a bruising kiss. Surging forward as you latched yourself onto him.

Bucky moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and entangling in a heated make-out session.

When you finally pulled your lips away, it was for no other reason than a desperate need for oxygen.

You both heaved as you caught your breaths, still holding each other close.

“Not so bad for the kids department huh?” You teased.

“I’m sorry.” He said, sincerity and regret clear in his voice.

You leaned up and pressed a soft, sweet kiss against his lips.

“I love you.” You simply said.

“Yeah I guess I love you too, brat.”

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5. repositioning the mistletoe because they need MORE kisses with Main Stephen? :)

Hope you like it 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I’m not embarassed with you

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Doctor strange & Pepper Potts & Reader & Tony Stark

Summary: You and Stephen, who are now an officially couple, have been invited to Tony Stark's Christmas party, and you couldn't be more nervous. It's good that Stephen is there trying to ease your concerns and fears.

You were nervous. The word you were looking for might have been terrified rather than just nervous. As Stephen's official girlfriend, you'd be attending your first party with him tonight. Of course you were happy, but going to an Avengers Christmas party where Tony Stark was the host and that made your legs feel like they were made of jelly.

You tried on dresses and formal attire all day long, not thinking any one of them would be appropriate for the occasion. You did and did not want to go at the same time but you wouldn’t let Stephen down, since he has already confirmed your presence and his.

“Y/N?” Your train of thought was interrupted by your best friend's voice.

“Yeah, I'm sorry.” You instantly sent her another picture of your present attire after apologizing.

"I do not comprehend you. You’re looking drop dead gorgerous.” Your bestfriend of twelve years let out an exasperated sigh.

“I don’t know.” you said in a quiet voice

“I’ll end this call right here and right now if you don’t stop doubting yourself.” She threatened you in a tone that was both serious and lighthearted.

“What if it isn't ideal for the type of gathering Stark is throwing?” Without even noticing your apartment door opening, you began to go on about nonsensical thoughts you were having.

“Y/N?” He called into the emptiness of your flat.

He wasn't really alarmed by your silence, but he was perplexed. You mentioned that today was the first day of your holiday, so Stephen thought he would surprise you by coming over for lunch. However, he had to leave soon because Wong told him that it was his turn to renew some protection spells at the Sanctum. God, he sometimes hated Wong. He simply came over to spend some time with you before he had to go since he knew he would grow impatient not being able to see you until this evening.

“Y/N?” He tries one more, his optimism fading.

The sorcerer halted, his brain suddenly short-circuiting as he began to ascend the stairs, moving closer to the door of your room.

“Chloe, stop.” He heard some of your beautiful giggles, his heart immediately melting. The doctor heard a groan from you, but it was mostly playful in nature.

“Stop saying this. You're only making me more anxious.” He was aware that listening in on conversations was improper, but you caught his attention.

The takeout food then appeared on the counter from your kitchen as he carefully moved his finger in a swift motion. He quickly ascended the stairs and stood outside your bedroom, leaning against the wall to hide himself.

However, he occasionally turned his head in your general direction so he could look at your smile. With any luck, it would be enough to keep him going for the rest of the day as a memory of the butterflies that would flutter furiously in his stomach and his pulse would race at the mere thought of you.

“I just don’t want to make Stephen feel embarassed that he is with me.” His heart sank when he heard your remark in a quivering voice. Why on earth would you think that?

Stephen ultimately made the decision to emerge from his hiding place after a few more words were spoken between the two of you before you ended the call with Chloe.

“Hey” the ex-neurosurgeon said as he entered the room.

You actually jumped.

“Stephen!” You gasped, hand over your heart, smiling as you tried to hide the sorrowful expression you just had moments ago.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.” He said softly as he held his hand out to steady you slightly.

“It’s all right. Don’t worry.” You laughed and then shook your head “When did you get here?”

"About five minutes ago?" He smiled even though it didn’t quite reach his eyes "I thought maybe you might want to have lunch with me."

“It depends.. did you cook or did you order food?” You said in a teasing voice as you kissed his cheek.

“Oh come on. It wasn’t that bad.” He replied, taking your hand in his, and leading you both to the kitchen.

“It was— decent.” You laughed as he kissed you softly on the forehead.

As he began to delicately caress your cheek, causing you to flush, he said, "By the way, you look beautiful."

“I— Thank you.”

“You're wearing this to the party, aren't you?”He inquired before giving you a short kiss that made you smile.

“Maybe, I'm not sure.” You made a small shoulder shrug. "I don’t know whether I live up to Tony Stark's standards for a party,"

“Oh, believe me, you do live up to his standards. But, why would you even care? You are dressing for yourself; neither he nor I are the ones you are dressing for.” You were unable to read the expression on his face as he stared at you.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s a stupid reason.” You said as you walked away from Stephen, taking a seat at the table.

“I’m not embarassed to be with you, Y/N. I'm not sure why you would think that at all.” When Stephen saw how your expression changed after he spoke, he almost immediately regretted what he had said.

You questioned, "How much did you hear?"

He also sat down at the table and said, "Enough.”

“Stephen, you guys are all super heroes. Children look up to you all as role models as you save the world. As for myself, I'm only an LPN.” You say as you try to blink away some tears.

“Don't think so little of yourself, Y/N.” Stephen caresses your knuckles as he takes your hand back in his. "Your work is equally significant and legitimate. If there is no one available to care for them following surgery, you may be sure they won't survive.”

“But look at you—“ Stephen interrupeted you

"You’re doing the same thing as I am. Both of us are saving lives.” He says as he tenderly kisses your hand. "Don't ever assume that I'm embarrassed to be with you. I agreed to attend the party because I saw how your eyes sparkled up when you saw that invitation. I don’t care if I’m going or not, I just want to spend Christmas with you.”

But Stephen's phone started to ring before you could reply.

“I’m sorry, I have to go or Wong will go nuts.” He gave you an apologetic smile then stood up and went over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Stephen then made a portal but before passing through it you spoke “Will you come to pick me up tonight?”

You made Stephen smile once more as he said “I’ll come at 8 o’clock dressed to the nines.”

Stephen noticed that you were still a little nervous as he gently squeezed your hand. The Avengers Tower's main living space was visible through the lift doors moments later, and both of you were greeted by a full room as you exited the elevator.

“Merlin! It’s good to see you.” Tony called out loud as he and Pepper approached. Both of them happened to be standing close to the elevator, chatting with drinks in hand.

“Tony..” The woman hit him on the arm gently, before giving the two of you some small packages, wrapped up in gold papper.

“Thank you.” You replied slightly anxious as Stephen scoffed looking at the man before him.

"You have to be Y/N. I've heard so much about you and it's good to know you're real.” Tony chuckled and extended his hand to shake yours.

“Tony, if you don't stop, I swear to God I’ll punch you.” While you stared bewildered at Stephen, Pepper shot Stark a glance that could have killed him instantly.

“He's already had too much to drink, so just ignore him.” She smiled pityingly at you both and said, "Stephen, Y/N, let's go to where the actual party is." After saying that, you began to follow them.

As you moved through the crowd, Stephen again grasped your hand in his. Just then Stark yelled again “Watch where you’re going wizard” made both of you stop in your tracks.

Not seeing anything, the sorcerer realized that Tony was playing games with him again “God, I swear Stark can really be a pain—“

“There is a mistletoe hanging over us” you said, interrupting Stephen's statement.

Oh.

Oh.

Your excitement was on the verge of bubbling up. No matter how many times you had already kissed Stephen, you could never get over how perfect his lips were against yours. He found he couldn’t look away from you. You were so dazzling when you smiled.

Your eyes lighted up when he leaned down to kiss you.

“Tony is still an idiot either way” he whispered into the kiss. There was a mischevious glint in his eyes when he lifted his head.

“I thought that he would have been different.” You laughed softly making Stephen’s heart melt in the process.

But then, out of nowhere, he inquired, “Want to get some drinks?”

“Why not?” You smiled as the two of you walked over to the bar.

You even got to meet the actual Black Widow during the party, and you couldn't be happier right now. Or perhaps it's because you've already had a few drinks, but who knows? Your happiness is what matters, after all.

Also, somehow you and Stephen were often found under the mistletoe, and you could swear they just appeared at the right time when you were going under some doorways. Of course, you didn't trust Stephen when he swore he had nothing to do with them. It was quite funny.

At some point, Stephen began to often stay by your side throughout the evening as he drank more and more, keeping his hand constantly on your waist. It was adorable. He also gave up trying to avoid blame for the mistletoes that miraculously appeared everywhere the two of you went. With the aid of his magic, the sorcerer began to let it dangle above the two of you.

Your lips curled into a flirtatious smile as you began to fiddle with his jacket's lapels as your eyes stared up at him through your eyelashes. Gosh, you loved how good Stephen looked in suits. He just clicked his tongue as he started down at you.

Your hand was encircled by Stephen's as he drew you closer to him, almost as if the two of you were starting a slow, intimate dance. "I can't help but get lost in your eyes sometimes."

“Says the one with the stunning blue eyes.” He pressed a passionate kiss on your lips while chuckling against them. Each gaining in fervor as the other does. Your hands gripped his jacket firmly as you leaned in for his contact, narrowing the small gap between the two of you. However, you stopped knowing that there were other people here.

“God. You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t believe you’re all fucking mine.” He buried his face into your neck, his goatee tickling you a bit.

“You’re pretty drunk” you chuckled as Stephen kissed your neck tenderly.

He kissed your neck again and added, "So are you."

“Stephen— there are people here.” He stopped kissing you as he brought his lips near your ear and whispered “So then let’s get out of here.” as he lightly grasped your ass.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

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[midgardianweasley]

hey can you write a fic where reader is tony daughter but was neglected to them as a child so they grew and had no contact with tony and join the military at some point joints the avengers and starts a relationship with nat while tony realises his mistake and tries to make it up ot them

Struggle with love.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader (Romantic)

Tony Stark x fem!reader (father/daughter)

Summary: Tony hadn’t been the most attentive father to his daughter, Y/N. He realises his mistake many years later when Y/N explains it all to her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. Tony might need her help if he wants to make amends with his daughter.

Warnings: Emotional Neglect, difficult father/daughter relationship.

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Thank you for the request lovely!! honestly not the most confident with this one, but, posting anyways<33 Requests are open:)

‘Tony Stark lives to fight another day, the world thanks you Iron man!’

You threw the newspaper down onto the pile of others that had gathered on your dining table, all of them with the same front cover. 

Your father, in the almost identical suit you remember him wearing when you were a child. Unlike the majority of Earth’s population, you’d grown to resent the piece of metal, it plagued the relationship you had with your dad, or the relationship that you could’ve had with him and while everyone thanked him, praised him, bent over backwards to accommodate him and his needs, you simply wanted nothing to do with it. 

So, you left home, changed your last name to your mothers, Potts, and cut contact with your father. She wasn’t happy with your decisions, however she couldn’t help but understand. She knew that Tony wasn’t the most attentive father, he often misjudged his priorities, she’d hoped that with a child in their life, things would be different, but you fell through the cracks much like everything else. Your friends would talk in the playground about going to the beach with their dad last weekend and getting their favourite ice cream, and you’d stay quiet, knowing that your dad had kicked you out of his bedroom and asked Happy if he could ‘deal with the kid’ so he could focus on developing some new suit tech.

It did hurt you, even when you moved. Even when you were sitting in your apartment and everything was designed exactly how you liked. Even when you were able to come and go as you please. Even when your time was your own. But you realised that these weren’t achievements for you, it wasn’t anything different. How could it be an achievement when it was all you’d known? The only change now was that you didn’t have your mother or Happy to keep you company. 

Your ‘newfound freedom’ was really just loneliness.

When you told your mother your plans starting in the next few months, it’s safe to say that she wasn’t best pleased. Joining the military was never really in your big life plans, you guess it was always assumed that you’d follow in Tony’s footsteps and be the next in line of starks to revolutionise technology. 

Maybe the military was an act of rebellion, maybe it was to try and get your dad's attention, possibly even some respect. If that was the goal, it didn’t get very far considering his response was “uh huh, that’s nice honey, come look at this new upgrade I got for JARVIS.” You weren’t there, but you could hear it through the phone, followed by Pepper’s disappointed sigh and saying that she had to go, but that you’d both talk soon.

Which brings you to current day.

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You were back at base, just coming back from your last Government mission with your partner that you’d grown to be pretty close to, James Rhodes. Well, Colonel Rhodes if anyone else is around. He’s had his own fair share of trying to find some common ground, his main attempts being aimed towards the fact you both know Tony Stark, though you quickly shut it down, changing the subject onto something a little more bearable. He hadn’t tried since. 

“God, I need a shower.” You mumbled, walking side by side with Rhodes, trying to dust yourself off of whatever dirt you’d managed to cover yourself in this time, not that you had any success with it. 

“Yeah? I’ve been stuck in a hunk of metal this entire time, do you know how hot those suits are?” 

“Maybe you should ask if they can install some Air Conditioning next time you hand in the suit.” You laughed, elbowing him playfully, but he acted as if you’d punched him in the ribs.

“You wounded me!”

“You’re such a baby, how on earth have you stayed in a job?” You joked, your smile only growing when you catch on to his reactions.

“Did you not read our anti-bullying policy Potts?”

“I must’ve skipped that page, my apologies.” 

He looked as though he was about to make another comeback, but he appeared distracted as he drew his gaze away from you and towards the group of armed, what looked to be agents, speaking to the General up ahead.

“Well this doesn’t look good.” 

You were confused by this response, is it bad that they’re here? Did he know them?

Still, you continued walking towards them, following Rhode’s lead until you both stood right next to these agents. You scanned them, trying to see if there was anything you recognised, but all you gathered was that most of these people were men. Except one. 

There was one woman among them, she had red wavy hair that flowed down past her shoulders, bright green eyes and a smirk plastered on her face. Obviously not forgetting the gun strapped to her thigh in her black skin tight suit. She glanced at you briefly, probably amused at how dirty you looked, but not in a malicious way, more so in a teasing manner. Well, you hoped so anyways, this wasn’t the first impression you preferred to make on others, especially those who looked so beautiful, even in their uniform.

The General held his arm out towards you and Rhodes, clearly trying to mask his slight cringe at our appearance, though to be fair, if you’d known there’d be guests to impress, you definitely would’ve gone for that shower beforehand. 

“These are two of our finest. I’m sure you’re familiar with Rhodes.”

“Ah yes, you’re the one who flies one of Stark's suits, right?” One of the agents asked. 

It would be impolite, and would get you in more trouble than what it’s worth, but you did have to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. Of course they’re familiar with Tony. 

You caught the redhead agent looking at you with curiosity, and you wondered if she noticed your change in demeanour. You did try to hide it, but who knows how transparent you are when it comes to him. You gave her a slight smile, which seemed to work as she gave a small smile in return, focusing back on what was being said. 

“And this is Potts. She’s our best fighter, very good at what she does.” 

You held back a proud smile, not wanting to come across as gloating, but you couldn’t help it when you caught the agent looking at you again and noticed that she winked at you, seeming impressed with the compliment you received. 

“Looks like they’ve been working pretty hard, General.”

You turned to Rhodey, both of you nodding, proud of yourselves for being noticed for your work. Not that you guys seeked the praise, but it was appreciated, especially when coming from your superior. 

Or it could be fixing some unresolved issues from your childhood, but you choose to ignore that technicality, should it be true. In all honesty, you’re just glad they didn’t question your name.

“Always, they’re my top recommendations if you’re looking for new recruits. They’re the best.”

New recruits? Recommended? 

“Sorry to interrupt, General, Agents, but what are we being recruited for?” You spoke,  confusion laced in your tone.

“Right, sorry Potts. These are agents who work for S.H.I.E.L.D. Their director sent them to enquire about an initiative that they need some new recruits for.”

“Initiative?”

“We’ll explain more on the jet.”

They responded, shaking hands with the General and walking away towards this huge, modern jet that you assumed was theirs. Both you and Rhodes followed closely behind, not questioning the decision.

“I guess we’re not getting that shower Rhodey.”

“Well if the smell gets too much, I’m sure they won’t mind if we just throw you out.” 

You scoffed, hitting him in the shoulder, but not enough to actually move him.

“If you throw me out, I’m taking you down with me.”

“Good thing I've got a suit that’ll let me fly.” He joked.

If only he knew the trouble that suit created and what it destroyed. 

You all clambered onto the jet, sitting in the seats that were scattered along the sides as your new favourite agent slipped into one of the driver seats.

“Hope you guys are buckled up.’ She spoke, still facing forwards and adjusting her headset. “Don’t want to lose our ‘best fighter’” You knew that was directed at you, which would explain the heat that rushed to your cheeks. 

You had no idea what was coming, but if she was involved, you knew it was going to be fun.

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“This is not fun! I’m not enjoying this anymore!”

“Don’t worry Miss Potts, i’m on my way” Your teammate, Thor spoke through the comms. 

“You have a flying hammer, please can you be here a little faster?” You huffed, trying to fight off the huge crowd of aliens that had gathered around you. Before you knew it, there was a loud crackling sound followed by white/blue light that made the entire crowd fall to the ground.

“Y/N?  You okay? Anyone got eyes on Y/N?” A rushed voice came through which you easily recognised as your girlfriend of ten months.

“Nat, I’m okay, Thor did his cool lightning trick and I'm no longer at risk of death by aliens.” 

“That’d be a cool way to die.” Another voice came through. One you hadn’t planned on hearing again, but, it’s funny how life just happens, isn’t it?

“Right well I'll keep that in mind next time, maybe I’ll just let them attack me for you to have a ‘cool’ story to tell at one of your parties shall I stark?” 

“Guys-”

“That’s not what I meant” He replied, the blasts from his suit being heard in the background.

“I’m sure you didn’t. You seem to say that a lot.”

“Guys! We’re clear on this end. Can everyone on the field do a ground check to grab any stragglers?” Natasha chimed in again, all too familiar with the arguments that you and Tony have on these team missions. 

Things were okay in the beginning, the missions you went on often did not require the entire team, it was usually you and Natasha, occasionally Steve joined, but he had recently been occupied with training and fighting with his new friend, Sam Wilson. So it had gone back to you and Natasha, except this one. This was a large fight, so we needed all hands on deck. It wasn’t your first time fighting alongside dear old dad, but it never made it any easier. 

You tried to cover it up with quips and indirect comments that he knew were aimed towards him, but the hurt you felt as a child hadn’t changed. It still felt as painful now as it did back then. You tried to find some comfort in knowing that his suits were being used to protect and fight evil, surely that made it worth it? But you couldn’t help but feel that it only made it worse. He was still all about his suits. He hadn’t made an effort for all these years, but he’d managed to upgrade his tech and battle enemies and gain the title of ‘Avenger.’

All of that, and he never had time for his child.

“All clear.”

“We’re clear up here too.” Barton responded to Steve. 

“Right guys, we’re good. Everyone come back to the quinjet and we’ll get home.”

Home. They mean Stark Tower. The furthest thing from home from where you were standing. But weren’t about to make that comment. You were too tired. All you wanted was to climb into your clean bed, with clean pyjamas and cuddle up to your girlfriend. 

You flew back in silence as usual, everyone just needing a breather to recover from the intense mission. You normally found some peace in the silence, but today, it only seemed to bring more noise than ever. You always tried to avoid walking down memory lane, that’s why you often enjoyed the missions, it never left you any time to be alone with your thoughts.

You liked being part of a team, you liked being part of something big. But, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. There wasn’t an obvious reason for it, you were just as good a fighter, you got along with mostly everyone, things should be fine. 

Except Tony. 

Natasha had tried to help you settle in, you didn’t tell her much about your relationship with your father, but she knew that it wasn’t good. She knew that it had some long term effects on you and how you responded to others, mainly when they showed affection. 

Anytime Nat would compliment your appearance, you’d simply refuse to accept it, or if she tried to do things for you, be there for you, you’d shut her out. It was like you couldn’t fathom that someone cared for you. She told you all the time that you were her favourite person and that she loves you more than anything, and all you could say was “Isn’t that Clint? Or Yelena?”. You always thought there was someone else, and it broke her heart that you didn’t feel you could trust her word. For the most part, she understood, but the sting would still be there.

She’d been sitting across from you in the jet, her eyes never leaving your figure, noticing how you’d isolated yourself from everyone else, your mind clearly elsewhere, and not in a ‘unwind from the stress’ sort of way. If anything, you looked more stressed now than before. 

So, she decided that she couldn’t just observe from a distance anymore, and made her way over to the seat next to you. Everyone else had sat towards the front of the jet, but you and Natasha stayed towards the back, it was quieter that way. You saw a shadow sit themselves down beside you in the corner of your eye, smiling when you saw who it was.

“Hi sweetheart” Natasha spoke quietly

“Hey Nat. Everything okay?” 

“Of course, I just wanted to sit with my girl. That okay?”

“More than.” You replied, shuffling closer to lean your head on her shoulder, her hand immediately went to your head, starting to play with your Y/H/C hair. 

Natasha treasured these moments, she knew they weren’t common, so when they did happen, she felt calm, like everything was alright and always would be. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Well my brain cells are constantly dying and creating new ones if that counts?” 

Natasha laughed slightly, she knew you were big on the sarcasm, but she loved it nonetheless. 

“Well, yes, you nerd, but I was referring to any thoughts you might have kicking around in there too” 

You sighed, internally debating if you wanted to get into this conversation or not, deep down you knew that you probably had to tell someone, and realistically, who else would you speak to? Natasha really is the best person to tell, and probably the one who needs to know the most.

“I’m just finding it difficult.”

“What’s difficult, my love?”

“This whole situation, being on the same team as my dad, which is weird to even say.” 

She hummed, acknowledging that she’d heard you, just letting you continue at your own pace. So, readjusting your seating position, but still staying close to Nat, you carried on.

“Growing up was tough, which sounds silly. When you hear ‘daughter of a billionaire’, you kind of imagine this perfect life, don’t you? You think that they must have everything, they’re never left wanting more, the world all loves them, right? Well, I didn’t care if the world loved me. I just wanted to feel like Tony did. Like my father did. I knew that Happy did, I knew that my mother did, God, I even knew that the guests at his exclusive parties were a fan of me. I wanted a dad, and I got someone who just wanted me to stay out of the way.”

Everything was coming out now, once you started, you couldn’t stop. You would’ve, if you’d known that the man you were talking about could hear you from a few seats in front, and he was paying more attention to this one conversation than he’d given you for the majority of your life.

Natasha pondered over what you’d said, her heart breaking for you. She knew you’d had a tough time, but she wasn’t aware of quite how bad it really was. She was determined to find some good, or see if you’d experienced any silver lining amongst the darkness.

“Can I ask you a question?”

You nodded, the lump in your throat becoming slightly too much to verbally respond.

“What’s your happiest memory with him? Do you have one that stands out at all?”

You couldn’t lie, you were slightly thrown off by the question, you hadn’t allowed yourself to humour the thought that there was some good in there. But, for the purpose of the question, you did. You racked your brain, going back to every moment spent with your dad.

“I think there was one.”

“Oh right? You don’t have to tell me if-”

“No, no it’s okay. I want to tell you. It wasn’t a huge moment with tear-jerking confessions or anything, but I do remember one day when I must’ve been around twelve? Twelve or thirteen, something like that. I’d finished all my homework, I’d tried to entertain myself with everything that was remotely fun, but I was super bored anyways. So, I looked for someone to talk to, and I ended up going downstairs to my dad’s tech lab, where he works on his suits and gadgets. I remember watching all the machines moving at once, there were holograms, blueprints were everywhere, it was a mess, but I loved it. Dad saw me looking, and I expected to be told to go back upstairs, but he invited me in instead. We ended up spending the afternoon working on upgrading his suit so that it was perfect.”

You paused, smiling when you remembered it, you were so happy in that moment, you felt so important and smart, like you’d finally connected with your father. What you didn’t see was Tony smiling too, remembering how happy he was to show you the different things he knew and was working on. 

“Then what happened?” Natasha asked, probably expecting some sort of ice cream and heart-to-heart conversation to happen afterwards. 

“One of his employees came in, told him that they had a new piece of equipment that needed the boss’s approval, so dad said that he had something more important to tend to, so I should go and find something else to do and leave him alone to carry on what he was doing.”

Unfortunately, Tony remembers that part too. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but hearing you talk about it made it sound much harsher than what he would’ve intended. All he could think was, was he like that all the time?

“That’s your happiest memory?” Natasha asked.

“Well, yeah, he showed me some cool tricks and taught me some basics of mechanics, I've always remembered it. Comes in handy sometimes, y’know?”

She didn’t want to ruin this moment, this was a step forward for you, despite the memory being slightly tainted, it was better than it being completely bleak. This was something, something good. You knew that too. You felt awkward, feeling like your girlfriend was expecting something more. 

“Sorry, that's all I could think of.” You apologised, suddenly finding your hands extremely interesting.

Natasha held your hands, stopping them from fidgeting harshly with the other.

“Hey.” She spoke, her tone as gentle as ever as she lifted your chin so you were looking straight at her.

“You don’t have anything to apologise for. I’m glad you told me, and it was nice to hear that you guys spent that time together. You and I both know that time is worth more than anything. It’s precious.”

“Especially when it’s a rarity, right?” 

She chose not to say anything, instead deciding to just hold you. That’s what you needed, you just needed someone to be there, and Natasha was the one you wanted.

Tony felt a huge wave of shame. How could he have possibly treated you like that and been so oblivious? No wonder you cut him off, he would’ve done the same. Much like anyone else who knew about your relationship with your dad, he knew that you deserved better. He wanted to make things right, or take a step towards doing so. There’s no time like the present, right? 

Well, no time like the present once the jet lands.

_________________________________________

It had been a week since your last mission with the team, things have been pretty quiet since then. It’s just been a relaxing few days with you and Nat, watching movies, eating together, falling asleep together, it’s been bliss. Bliss that’s been so overdue. 

You were both lying on the sofa, your legs tangled up together, your head resting on her chest, her heartbeat making you feel the most calm you’d ever felt before. 

“Hey guys.” 

There goes the peace. 

You both lifted your heads, facing the direction which the voice came from to see the overly familiar man in his black tracksuit bottoms and a grey shirt with the faint electric blue shining through the fabric. 

You rolled your eyes, laying your head back down while Natasha furrowed her eyebrows at him in confusion. 

“Y/N, do you mind if I steal you for a minute?” He asked, more polite than usual, which definitely was cause for confusion.

Still not looking at him, you replied.

“I think I'm good, thanks.”

“Please? I think you’ll like it.”

‘Why do I find that hard to believe.’ You thought.

You glanced up at Natasha, trying to gauge how she felt, and you found your answer when she subtly gestured for you to go, a sympathetic look on her face when she looked back at you. She must have an idea of what’s going on, either that, or she just wanted to know why on earth Tony Stark had said ‘please’. 

“It better be good, I was comfy.” You groaned, untangling yourself from your girlfriend and following your dad through the tower. 

It was quiet. He didn’t try to make conversation, though neither did you. All you could hear were your footsteps and his, perfectly in sync. 

That was until they immediately ceased and you both stood in front of a door you haven’t seen before. Actually, this entire hallway was unfamiliar. How could you not recognise it? You live here.

He stepped to the side, holding his arm out, gesturing for you to go in first. 

Grabbing the handle somewhat hesitantly, you pushed the door open and took a few steps inside. You weren’t really sure how you were supposed to respond. 

It was a lab. A tech lab. It had tons of machines, monitors, buttons, it had everything. Of course it did, Tony always had everything, he was a tech genius. 

You spun around, just looking at everything. Until you saw a small name tag on the desk that was tucked away in the corner of the room. 

‘Y/N Pott’s.’ 

You picked it up, examining it to see if it really was what you thought it was.

You turned back around to see him standing at the door, inside the room this time. 

“What- what is this?” 

“This is for you. It’s a lab.”

“It looks..wow.”

“Exactly like the one you wandered down to when you were a kid?” He responded. 

Your eyes went wide, what on earth was going on?

“I built this for you. It’s not nearly as extravagant as what you deserve, I wasn’t sure how to build something that’d make up for almost twenty years of being pushed aside. I don’t even think I could build that.”

You had that lump back in your throat, feeling your heart going that jumpy way that happens when you’re holding back from crying.

“You deserved a better dad. I think that’s fair to say. I swore to be a better dad than what mine was, but I ended up completely missing your life. I pushed you away until I didn’t have to push anymore. You were a good kid, an amazing kid. This isn’t going to fix everything, I don’t expect it to, but, I want to make it up to you, if you’re wanting that too. I want to create happy memories between us. I want us to be close, to be family.”

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t expect this at all. It was a grand gesture, even if he doesn’t think it’s extravagant. This was what you’d wanted though, ever since you were five, you wanted this. And here he was, handling it to you, telling you that he’s in. 

He noticed the hesitation, and he couldn’t blame you. Of course you’d hesitate, a five minute conversation wouldn’t change things. 

“If I remember correctly, I think I was about to teach you how to install a voice activation system, right? So that you could have your own JARVIS?” He went over to the counter, pulling up some files that he’d pre-saved to this labs system and organising some equipment. 

You sniffled, rubbing your nose and wiping your eyes, trying to collect yourself. You thought he would’ve forgotten. But he remembered more details than what you did. Was this real? Was he actually going to try with this?

You walked over to the counter beside him, picking up one of the screwdrivers he’d set out, while he picked up the drill. He smiled at you, which you couldn’t help but return. It felt exactly the same as when you were a kid. 

“I am sorry, you know? I want to work on us. You should’ve come before work then, and you’re going to come before work now. I do love you, Y/N. I’ll do better with showing it. I promise. 

You looked him straight in the eye, held up your pinky, and narrowed your eyes.

“You better be serious about this”

He linked his pinky with yours, leaning in closer to your face

“It’s a promise.”

You both started working, picking up where you’d left off, glancing again at the sign on the table. You weren’t sure if this would turn out the way you want it to, if he’ll stick to it, but, if you did, you may consider hyphenating your last name. Or something that’s a little less of a tongue twister for the mission comms. 

You hadn’t noticed, but Natasha had been standing outside the door, just off to the side so you couldn’t see her. 

Tony had approached her with his idea last week, explaining himself to her, determined for her to understand that he had good intentions and wanted to make things right. He had his ideas, but she suggested that this one would be best. She did know you best after all. Her heart warmed at the sight of you so happy in your fathers presence, especially with how tough things had been previously, you couldn’t even talk to him through an earpiece, now here you are building some tech with him. 

He’d finally involved you. He’d finally shown you that he does care, he didn’t think you were a burden. 

Natasha was happy for you, and she walked back to your shared room, not making a sound so not to disturb the nice moment you and Tony were having. 

She dug through some brown boxes shoved at the back of your cupboard, pulling out an old dusty picture in a black box frame of you, Tony and Pepper together. It was candid, which made it that much better. Happy must’ve taken it, but all three of you sat together eating ice cream on the sofa, you were giggling in Tony’s direction while Pepper admired you both. 

This is what the end goal was. This is what she wanted to see. And she was going to be there every step of the way. So, she put the photo back, right next to the tiny black box that she’d kept hidden under a bunch of scarves.

Who knows, maybe you’ll end up having a father/daughter dance at your wedding, a dream finally come true.

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[buckys-little-belle]

Mafia AU

Guide Book

Belle’s Mafia AU

This AU (alternate universe) is set in New York, following the four most prominent Mafia Families and their business. The series, for now, will be focused on the Barnes-Rogers Family, specifically Bucky and Steve, and their little Dove. In this AU Little’s are a common thing, everyone is sort of placed into three categories, Little, Caregiver (Cg) and Little/Caregiver. (Some characters do not have a label, this is because their label is insignificant to the plot, feel free to label them as whatever you want in your head.). Because I do not know extensively what New York living is like, nor do I know extensive history of the area, I am going off of what the internet says, if you think I have something wrong, it’s probably because I do, but this is a fictional world, the vibes will be different, so even though I try to keep things accurate, I cannot promise native New Yorkers will enjoy this series care free. This series is completely fictional, I am not romanticizing real Mafia life, I am simply making up a fake world and creating a storyline within it, please do not think that the real Mafia world is like this, as it definitely isn’t.

Odinson Family - (All of New York) The oldest and most respected Mafia family, the Family holding the rights over all other Mafia families in New York. Odin’s sons are known for fighting over the leadership of the Family, too stubborn to agree to Co-Lead, instead swapping leadership every so often. Though the Family has a small inner circle, it’s known for it’s many allies, the Odinson empire far larger than meets the eye.

Odin - Head of all New York Mafia Families, nothing happens without his approval, he is basically the ‘King’ over everyone.

Thor (Cg) - Odin’s son, and leader of the ‘Odinson’ Mafia Family.

Loki (Cg/Little) - Odin’s son, right hand man of the ‘Odinson’ Mafia Family

Frigga - Odin’s wife, the voice of reason to Odin’s ruling, the mother to all.

Valkyrie (Cg) - Trusted member of The Odinson Family

Carol (Cg) - Trusted member of the Odinson Family

Barnes-Rogers Family (Brooklyn/Queens) - Bucky and Steve have never done anything apart, so when each of them were given the opportunity to move rank and create a Mafia family, on their own, they chose to merge together, creating a strong empire together. The Barnes-Rogers family is known for it’s kindness to allies as well as the community, but it’s harshness to it’s enemies, second chances are hardly ever handed out.

Steve (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Barnes-Rogers Family

Bucky (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Barnes-Rogers Family

Sam (Cg) - Right hand man of the Barnes-Rogers Family

Peter (Little) - The newest recruit to the Barnes-Rogers Family

Ned (Cg) - The newest, and only, tech guy, and member, of the Barnes-Rogers Family

Romanov Family - (Manhattan) Run by the best Russian assassin, turned Mafia leader, her ruthlessness and ability to see through lies allowing her leadership to never be questioned and instead be praised. The Romanov family is known for loyalty and shady deals, the leader keeping family close, and enemies unknowing closer. Though the Romanov Family is newly established, it’s value is heavily recognized by the others around them.

Natasha (Cg) - Leader of the Romanov Family

Clint (Cg) - Right hand man to the Romanov Family

Kate (Little) - The newest recruit of the Romanov Family

Yelena (Cg) - Trusted member of the Romanov Family

Wanda (Cg/Little) - Trusted member of the Romanov Family

Stark-Potts Family - (Staten Island) Tony, Howard Starks son, was destined for political greatness, his fathers standing as Mayor on New York opened the door to corruption above the sewers for his son. In a act of, seemingly, rebellion, Tony ended up fallowing in his uncles footsteps, taking over his Mafia Family and beginning a name for himself on his own terms. Pepper’s family was always the right hand to Tony’s uncle, helping him run the business successfully, she took on that role and more when it came to Tony, him giving her a true standing, a label that properly represented what she did within the family.

Tony (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Stark-Potts Family

Pepper (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Stark-Potts Family

Happy (Cg) - Right Hand Man of the Stark-Potts Family

Bruce (Cg) - Trusted Member of the Stark-Potts Family

Vision (Cg) - Trusted Member of the Stark-Potts Family

Rumlow Family - (The Bronx) The newest, and least trusted, as well as least established, Mafia Family.

Brock Rumlow - Leader of the Rumlow Family

Y/n Rumlow (Little) - Sibling of the leader

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