#sam x kissing kate

[angelltheninth]

MCU characters having a wet dream about you?

About me, oh I'm so flattered, I would explode. As would all of you I'm sure.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, King Valkyrie, Shuri, Xu Xialing, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, wet dream, morning wood, kissing, cuddling, naked cuddling, cold showers, blowjobs, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus, morning sex

A/N: Put in a whole lot of characters in here. In other news Ant-Man was fun. The jello alien was my favorite.

Steve will try to say that he was just having nightmares, not moaning, of course he wasn't moaning. Must have been one hell of a nightmare if it gave him that big of a boner. Nah, that's just... morning wood, just that... well, fine, he was always a pretty bad liar, at least to you. He's pretty embarrassed, you just started dating and he's already getting hot and bothered with you just sleeping next to him. If he's this hard just from a dream a part of you can't wait to actually have his cock inside you. You can wait for that, as long as you get to tease him about this.

Bucky has no way out of this situation. He was pressed against you as the two of you slept, you can feel his cock against your ass when you woke up. He doesn't let you turn around and see how red his face is right now and tries to distract you. His bulge is pretty hard to ignore, given how it pulses and twitches in need against you. You'll gladly help him take car of it, he just needs to let you under the covers. You won't make a mess, and if you do you're more then happy to clean it up. This kind of talk is doing nothing but reminding him of his dream. Is he even awake? Well it doesn't matter when he gets to feel your mouth around his cock, sucking him off with gusto.

Sam quickly gets out of bed and scrambles for the showers. No need for you to get up and join him, he'll take care of this by himself, and then he'll talk to you about this. He could hear sounds from the bedroom while he was in the shower but he thought it was just his mind still playing tricks on him. Upon walking out he finds you with your legs spread, fully naked and inviting him to tell you all about his dream. You'll gladly share yours too. It might actually be filthier then his.

Clint couldn't believe this happened now. He has a mission to get to in half an hour. He's not embarrassed about the dream, why would he be? You're gonna be married soon, but the timing is just very inconvenient for him. Any other day and the two of you would have joked and laughed about it before getting down and dirty. His eyes widen when you push him down and take your panties off, you have half an hour right? You can make him come in half that time. Clint smirks at you, his rough hands settling on your hips. After this he better finish, or else he's never gonna hear the end of it.

Natasha does not shy away from it. She's been used for her feminine charms for a long time, not in control. When she does feel horny for you, no matter what time of day she is always honest about it with you. That goes for her wet dreams about you as well. In fact when she wakes up and you notice what she's been thinking about you she will lean and whisper what she dreamt about. She's not shy about her desires around you, and neither are you around her, it's not just her whose horny. You've had a more then your fair share of dreams about her.

Thor isn't shy about it at all, he's had this happen before many times although this is the first time it happened with you sleeping next to him. He sleeps naked most of the time anyway so there's a big cum stain already forming on the sheets as he wakes up from it. You've seen him with morning wood before but you never asked if it was prompted by a dream or not. You've had your fair share of your own, and some did start just like this. Oh? He'd love to hear more about these dreams of yours. Better yet, why don't you show him? And then he'll show you.

Loki is the one who ends up teasing you about it rather then the other way around. He's got his magic swirling around the two of you, pulling you close to him and into his lap, depicting scenes from his dream, in great detail too. It makes his cock even harder when he notices that you're rubbing your legs together as you watch the images dance before you. He's already hard, and by the looks of it you're quite wet yourself, so won't you bend over for him, let him do away with both your problems.

King Valkyrie kisses your neck as she holds you close, still dreaming, deep in her sleep, saying the filthiest things to you, riling you up without even knowing it. When you can't take it anymore you shake her awake, your face flaming hot, no, your whole body as well, most notably between your legs. She's never had much of a filter around you, there was never any need to so why would she start now? She takes your had and presses it to her pussy, letting your fingers feel the wetness as she does the same to you, her middle finger already teasing your entrance. You ease onto it before you even know it, bracing on her shoulders to ride her hand to your orgasm.

Shuri is only embarrassed by it because she knows that there is a chance that guards might come in and see her being so horny for you. The two of you have fooled around before of course but always with the door closed. Now she's only in her shirt and pajama bottoms, a wet stain on them. If anyone were to walk in there would be no doubt as to what she was dreaming about. Thank god you were still asleep so she can just change and get back to cuddling with you. She's still horny as hell from the dream but she can wait until you wake up and then lock the door to be sure.

Xu Xialing almost chokes you when you try to wake her up, thinking she was having a bad dream. Only when you're under her do you feel how wet she is, see how blown out her pupils are and how her eyes keep flickering to your lips. Ah, so it was a good dream then, very good judging by the state of her. She lets you go, apologetic of her actions, not the dream but of choking you, she would never do it without your consent. Well... she has it now. With a knowing smirk she takes off her tank top and underwear, letting you see how sticky and wet they are with her slick arousal. Before she gets to choking you she wants to get you ready for some other things she has planned.

Kate wants to sink into the bed when you question her about it. Yes, it was a wet dream about you, no it wasn't the first time she had it. She's blushing hard, avoiding your eyes as you try to coax her out of her hiding spot with cuddles and kisses and teasing words. Would it help if you told her about your wet dream? Now that gets her attention, yes, it would help a lot actually. She would love to know if your dreams are... compatible. Just to see if your tastes match of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that she's slipping further and further between your legs as you talk, making it nearly impossible for you to get words out as she licks and kisses your increasingly wet pussy.

Peter is very careful when he slips out of bed, he makes sure you're not disturbed by him. Little he know that you're awake but you let him do what he needs to and come back to bed. You trigger his spider sense when you jump him, giggling as you push him against the bed and grind in his still noticeable hard on. Why didn't you say anything? He's been dying of embarrassment this whole time, and now again, only worse because you're staring down at him with those knowing eyes and still, fuck, still rubbing against him in the best way, getting him fully hard again in no time. This time, you will do something about it.

#mcu x reader #mcu x female reader #mcu smut #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barns x reader #sam wilson x reader #clint barton x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #king valkyrie x reader #shuri x reader #xu xialing x reader #kate bishop x reader #peter parker x reader #marvel smut #marvel x reader #marvel x you #mcu x you #mcu imagine #mcu headcanons #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons

[nickfowlerrr]

the truth is this

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (friends to lovers)

warnings: fluff, kissing, very slightly edging on heavy petting, mention of an erection, no smut but still 18+ only.

words: 2.9k

notes: loosely based on these prompts: platonic forehead kisses starting to give u the feels. LIKE ITS SOMETHING MAGICAL. and "is that really all 'A' is to you?" thank you so much to @anthony-sharma for the request! thank you in advance for reading and as always, feedback and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated!

"So you're telling me you didn't notice the way she was looking at you just now?" Sam asked skeptically.

"I'm telling you I have no idea what you're talking about," Bucky rebuffed, his brows furrowing in agitation.

"Well I do know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about you and her finally pulling your heads out of your asses and realizing you like each other."

"No shit we like each other, Sam. She's one of my best friends."

"Is that really all she is to you?" he questioned pointedly.

Bucky stopped in his retreat as he took in Sam's words. He instantly knew his answer, but still told himself had to think about it. Because although his thoughts were flowing with all of the things you were to him, all things that went way beyond the scope of just friendship, he was still too scared to admit it to himself, let alone anyone else.

Sam watched as Bucky swallowed hard, his jaw tightening and brows furrowed even more. It looked as if he was blinking away his thoughts when he finally looked back at Sam. An annoyed look taking over his features once again. He didn't say anything, just grumbled in response before he continued out of the room.

For nearly three hours after the little confrontation he had with Sam, Bucky raged with himself in the privacy of his own room. His head was swirling and he could barely keep track of what part of him was winning the argument until a knock came on his door.

Not just any knock, your knock. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was expecting you, he had just lost track of time with the internal struggle he had been trying to sort out.

Something changed, though, when he heard you. All thoughts of not acknowledging his feelings, in part to not wreck what he already had with you, went right out the window.. kinda.

He could accept the true depth of his feelings for you, but he'd be damned if he spoke them aloud until he knew that there'd be no shot at hurting your friendship if you didn't feel the same.

Sam's words came back to him as he considered that you didn't. The way she looked at you...

How had you looked at him? Were all the signs there and he was just blind to them? Well, he'd be sure to pay close attention tonight. See if he could see what Sam saw.

He got to the door and opened it for you, greeting you with a smile as you walked into his room and instantly wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. When you pulled back ever so slightly, peering up at him with sparkling eyes, Bucky swore he felt himself get weak in the knees.

Your smile was the most beautiful thing to him. He'd do anything to get one out of you, though he really didn't have to try all that hard. Your usually stoic demeanor, or resting bitch face as Kate had called it, was rarely ever broken; but as the rest of the team noticed long ago, Bucky seemed to have a knack for breaking it quite easily.

It was like you just couldn't help your smile when he was around. You'd always get more talkative and seemed a lot more approachable than when you were alone. It wasn't like you were a mean person, far from it, you just had a bit of an intimidating presence most of the time. You were a quiet person and weren't typically the most open. It wasn't something you put on, it was just your natural disposition. One of the reasons you and Bucky had gotten so close so quickly was because he was one of the only people to not have been put off by your introversion; he wasn't hesitant to talk to you, in fact, the moment he had seen you, he just had this feeling that you and him would get along swell. And he was right.

He'd gone up to you and introduced himself, and you gave him your name with a small smile in return. You and Bucky had a lot in common and though it took you a little while, you soon found yourself more comfortable around Bucky than you had been with anyone else...ever.

You guys could talk for ages and never bore, or you could sit in each other's silence comfortably for hours on end, not needing anything other than each other's company.

Neither of you realized how close you had gotten or how you appeared inseparable until it started getting pointed out by everyone else.

Repeatedly.

Over and over again.

Whether it was playful jokes at your mutual expense during meetings, or pestering whispers in your ears by your friends trying to bring your attentions to what everyone else could already see, to what everyone had seen from the very start of your and Bucky's friendship: That it was so definitely more than just friendship.

He wasn't sure what it was about Sam's comments this time that finally had him taking it seriously. Maybe it was because he felt it too. And truthfully, he always had, but maybe he just couldn't keep pushing the thoughts away. Maybe... maybe it was because he knew deep down, the love he felt for you was way more than just platonic. Maybe he finally realized that he was well and truly in love with you, and maybe he had a bit of hope burning bright that you felt the same way.

Bucky collects himself as he gazes into your eyes, feeling like if he stares too long he'll lose himself to you completely. But he really doesn't think he'd mind one bit. You pretty much have him already.

"So," you breathe as you begrudgingly pull away from his warmth, "did you decide? Movie or tv show?" you ask as you step past him further into his room.

He shuts his door before turning and following you to the kitchenette where you easily find the stash of candy Bucky keeps for your "movie" nights.

"Uhhh, you pick," he says as you pass him once again, heading to the couch and throwing your stockpile of sweets on the coffee table before you as you get comfortable.

"Okay," you agree, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the titles to find something at least halfway decent to put on.

Your eyes flick over to Bucky and you realize he's still wearing the clothes he had on earlier while you're in your pajamas, like you always are on movie night.

"Why are your clothes still on?" you ask as you peer up at him from your spot on the couch.

Bucky's breath catches in his throat as his heart nearly stops beating entirely, heat rising to his cheeks. In the same moment your eyes widen as you hear yourself and your breath stutters for just a second. Why did you say it like that? you chide yourself. Wishful thinking, some other part of your brain snickers. You push the thought away. Inappropriate.

"Huh?" Bucky asks, though he heard you full well.

"I mean, you're not in your pajamas," you clarify.

"Right, yeah, I uh, I was a bit distracted before you got here," he admits as he absentmindedly rubs the back of his neck. "I'm gonna change, you put something on. I'll be right back."

Bucky changes his clothes quickly and returns to you just as you find something to put on.

You watch him enter the room and laugh as you note that you're kinda matching now. You're both in gray sweats and as you wear a black long sleeve v-neck, Bucky has on a short sleeve v-neck in the same color.

Bucky notices as you do, "I swear this wasn't on purpose," he chuckles as he settles down next to you.

You titter as you start the movie and adjust in your seat to get more comfortable. And by more comfortable, you really just meaning scooting over to be closer to Bucky.

Bucky watches you as you move to be closer to him, smiling to himself as he realizes you're trying to be cool about it, trying to not make it too obvious. It's cute, but he really doesn't mind. In fact, the closer you are the happier he is. Your thigh brushes his as you keep a bit of space between your upper body and his chest.

Bucky fights off the urge to grab your legs and pull them into his lap but he can't fight the urge he has to pull you in closer.

His arm comes around your right side as he pulls you into him. You look up at him in a bit of surprise, but he doesn't return your gaze, he keeps his eyes set on the screen before him.

You blink in wonder before you look back at the screen too. You bite your lip to keep from smiling at his unexpected action and settle into his hold, scootching closer as you recline against him and let his hand rest on the curve of your waist meeting your hip.

You feel like you’d been dropping hint after hint, purposefully, these past two weeks after a long night of talking with Sam and Nat when you were finally able to put a name to your feelings; the realization you had entirely fallen for your best friend was maybe a bit pulled out of you by them but it was true nonetheless.

You’d stopped holding yourself back the way you normally did when it came to touches and hugs lately, hoping maybe Bucky would get the hint and you wouldn’t have to say it outright.. at least not first.

Admittedly, you could feel the tiniest bit of awkwardness - or maybe tension was the better word, between you and him at the moment. Not entirely unpleasant, but still it was there. At least it had been for a minute. But soon as Bucky settled his hand on your hip, that all faded as soon as it appeared. It was completely comfortable, it felt right, being this close to him. Though, truthfully, it always felt right when Bucky around.

As you fought your smile and Bucky’s hand gently squeezed your hip unconsciously, your heart warmed. Maybe he was finally picking up on what you were trying to do and hopefully the reason why.

Sam and Nat had been sure to let you know it was obvious that he felt the same for you, but still you were nervous to come right out with it.

Slow and steady, you remind yourself. No need to rush things anyway. You’d rather him come to the same realization you had on his own time, not yours.

But god, you hoped he really felt the same.

Bucky takes a peek down at you once he feels your eyes are off of him. He smiles to himself at how perfect this is. How comfortable you both are with the more intimate touches, despite neither of you bringing it up. It just feels natural.

So natural, he isn't really thinking much when he leans down and places a gentle kiss to your forehead. When he catches himself doing it, he zeros in on your reaction to it. It's not like he hadn't done it before, but any time he had it was usually in parting, as customary for you guys as a hug.

This was clearly more intimate. A show of affection he wanted to give you, no other reason than that.

He admires the soft fluttering of your lashes and the way you lean further into him, letting your head rest on his chest.

For half a second, he sees you worry you've made a mistake as he pulls his arm from around you but when he gently takes hold of your chin and turns you to face him, time seems to stand still as you gaze at one another.

You wait with bated breath as you search his bright eyes that are gleaming down at you. He can hear the change in the rhythm of your heartbeat and as he lets his eyes flit to your lips, he swears he hears the sharp intake of air you breathe as your eyes fall to his own lips before returning to his stare.

The next thing he knows, Bucky is holding your gorgeous face in his hands before he leans in closer and takes your lips in his. It's slow and gentle as he takes his time savoring your first kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registers your hands on his as you return the kiss, and it quickly turns a bit more fervent. Like you've both been waiting forever for this exact moment to happen.

You pull your legs up onto the couch as you turn and move closer to Bucky. You're not thinking as you straddle his lap, the kiss only growing deeper and more intent with each second that passes.

Your hands leave Bucky's as you move them to stabilize yourself without full on sitting in his lap, one hand behind his neck and the other on the couch behind him. Bucky's own hands find their place on your hips before he pulls you down, forcing you down on his lap.

You moan into his mouth as he grabs a handful of your ass and you feel him growing slightly beneath you.

You have to break the kiss to breathe, both of you panting heavily as you press your forehead to his, nose to nose as you breathe one another in. You can't help the smile that breaks out on your face as you laugh breathily, gripping his neck as you shake your head in disbelief.

You place a soft kiss to his lips once more as he holds you to him.

"Sorry," Bucky begins, though he looks to be the furthest thing from it as he smiles that charming smile of his. "I just.. I think I've wanted to do that for a while now. It just felt right."

"You don't have to apologize," you smile softly in turn as you play with the stray hairs curled at the nape of his neck. "I think I've wanted you to do that for a while now. And it did," you breathe with a nod, "it definitely felt right."

"I wanna do more of this," he murmurs against your lips after he places another kiss to yours.

"Me too," you agree with a peck of your own. "I think I wanna make out with you," you muse.

One side of his mouth slants up in a smirk as his hands run up your sides, "I think I want you to make out with me, too," he says, amused before going in for another kiss. You both smile into it and you swear your heart is near bursting as your tummy flutters in your happiness.

"There's something I need to tell you first," he says seriously as he parts just slightly from you.

His hands rubbing up and down your back keep you from worrying as he effortlessly soothes you.

He maintains eye contact as you wait for him to continue.

"I think, - no, I know," he corrects himself. "I love you," he breathes your name as part of his confession.

You move your hand from the couch and gently hold his stubbly cheek instead, thumb rubbing over the skin of his cheek softly.

You smile again, holding his eye as you lean into him before you kiss him slow and deep, trying to get all of the things you're feeling across to him, but most namely, the main one. The love.

You part from him gently as he follows you, mindlessly chasing your lips before catching himself.

He blinks up at you as you perch over him slightly.

"I love you, too, Buck," you nearly whisper as you caress his cheek. "This doesn't change anything, ya know," you add.

He furrows his brow in slight confusion at your words.

You laugh lightly at his expression before continuing, "You're still my best friend. Nothing's gonna change that."

"Wouldn't expect it to," he smiles.

It's quiet between you for a moment before you speak again.

"Promise," you urge softly.

"Promise?"

"Promise nothing's gonna change that," you say as you look down at his chest, moving your idle hand to play with the chain you find there.

"I promise, hey" he says sincerely as he puts two fingers under your chin and has you meet his eye once more, "I promise."

"I don't wanna lose you."

"You won't," he reassures you before suddenly turning you both and flipping you on your back as he leans over you. You gaze up at him a little breathless as you titter.

"Okay," you whisper your trust, your arms reaching up to wrap around his thick neck, pulling him down closer to you.

"Okay," he echos before brushing his lips against yours once more.

The movie is long forgotten as you and Bucky spend the rest of the night completely wrapped up in one another. Talking, touching, just being with each other. The way you were always meant to. It was comfortable, easy. And you couldn't ask for more as you felt entirely whole and at peace in his strong arms promising to never let you go.

#bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes drabble #bucky x plus size!reader #bucky x curvy!reader #bucky x reader #best friend!bucky x reader #friends to lovers #another day another drabble that turns into a oneshot despite my best efforts #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fic

[katebishopshands]

Omg I loved the caught in the web, the spider girl x kate trope has my heart! Maybe you could do one where spidergirl and kate are training (maybe in the avengers place idfk yk) and maybe they are trying to keep it a secret from the avengers that they are together but are failing terribly at it. Plus I mean who wouldn't like to see kate bishop training those muscles yk.

TEEHEE KATES MUSCLES MAKE ME DROOL 🤤

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I Can See You

Kate Bishop/Spidergirl!reader

Mini fic !!

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“You’re staring” Kate snaps the band of her leggings over her hips.

“I can’t help it I’m sorry!” You put your foot on the nearest bench in the locker room, tying your shoe and avoiding Kate’s gaze. Your cheeks flushed. You hadn’t realized she had felt your stare while you were getting dressed.

“It’s okay, I think it’s cute” Kate walks up to you, grabbing your hands in hers. She placed your hands on her hips, then slung her arms over your shoulders. Goosebumps prickled over your bare arms, suddenly feeling exposed in the tank top you wore.

Kate looked stunning to say the least. Black hair up in her typical ponytail, a light purple sports bra and dark grey leggings. The archer was always donning her favorite colors but today they seemed to pop on her more.

“You’re doing it again” she leans close to your ear, hands toying with the end of your own ponytail. You suck a breath of air in as you roll your eyes. She was just playing with you at this point. Kate leaned back to look at you. She enjoyed the way your face had heated up and the way she made you squirm.

Gone was the girl that had once suddenly and awkwardly blurted out her love confession while mending your wounds, replaced by the ever cocky and flirty Kate Bishop that you were more aquatinted with before getting into a relationship with her. It was always a game of cat and mouse with you two. Kate flirted, and you fell into her trap.

She had you wrapped around her finger and both of you wouldn’t have it any other way. You gave a squeeze to Kate’s hips as you leaned close to her face.

“I think you’re mean” you said with a pout.

“Oh and why’s that,my sweet spider?” Kate mimics your pout.

“You look like this,” you pull her closer to your body a little harshly, your hips colliding with each other. “You point out how I’m staring, and then you ignore me”

“I am not ignoring you!”

“You have no idea how crazy you drive me, Katie”

You’re about to kiss her, lips just barely grazing the others. She smells like her freshly applied deodorant and whatever gloss she had on her lips.

The door of the locker room opening startles you both. You jump back from the other, putting at least a foot between you.

“Kate Bishop, bug-girl hurry it up! You’re late!” , a Russian lilt belonging to Yelena Belova cuts through the locker room air. The blonde appears arms crossed and looking annoyed.

“Coming!” Kate turns towards yelena with a pep in her step.

“Yknow it’s not bug-girl, its spider gir-“

“Don’t care” Yelena cuts you off as she leads you both out of the locker room.

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Keeping your relationship with Kate a secret from the rest of the Avengers and the others in their circle was difficult.

Kate had gotten you the spot, after talking to Clint about your powers. And the last thing you wanted to do was lose it because someone thought the only reason you were there was because of your girlfriend.

Truthfully, you had worked hard. Picking up any bad guys that weren’t high profile enough for the avengers, dealing with countless injuries and sleepless nights just to keep the city safe. You deserved to be on the team, both you and Kate knew that. But you had both decided it was better if you kept your relationship on the down low for the time being.

The training room was busy Sam spent his time walking around the room, making sure everyone was actually working and not slacking off. Bucky lurked behind him, occasionally gently fixing people’s form.

America Chavez was in the corner kicking the shit out of a boxing dummy, Cassie Lang in the other tinkering with her suit. You had heard in meetings with the team that Sam wanted to make sure his team was as prepared as possible for anything. You all had big shoes to fill, not wanting to disappoint the public.

“Bug-girl you’re with me, Bishop go shoot arrows or something” Yelana gave a half assed wave to Kate, who shot you an apologetic glance.

“I’ll see you when we’re done, yeah? Get pizza after??” Kate attempts to take your mind off of sparring with Yelena, she knew how much the little Russian terrified you. You swallowed nervously as you nodded, following Yelena to the sparring mat.

Squaring up to Yelena half hazardly, your eyes lingered across the room to where Kate was etching an arrow into her bow. You watched intensely as she brought the bow up, pulling back on the string to bring the arrow close to her face. Her back muscles flexed, being exposed in the sports bra she wore. Her fingers locked around the arrow.

Kate licks her lips and takes a breath. You see her whole body shiver slightly before she lets the arrow loose. It lands in the center of the target. A perfect bullseye. She turns her head to look in your direction and smiles at you. The last thing you see before Yelena delivers a blow to the side of your face is Kate Bishops smiling face.

You’re knocked on your ass, Yelena frowning face looking down at you.

“Jesus Christ! What was that for??” You scoff at Yelena as you accept her helping hand up.

“I needed something to get your attention” she shrugs before adjusting your position, beginning to pick apart your fighting stance.

It goes like this for a while. Longer than you wanted it to. Yelena kicks your ass, gives you critique, rinse and repeat. Bucky comes over once in a while and adjusts you a little more gently than Yelena. Hand to hand combat had never been your strong suit, hence the many nights spent patching yourself up. Of course you could throw a punch, but you usually relied on your webs and fancy flips and tricks to get you out of sticky situations. The occasional joke and distraction also played in your favor.

The whole sparring session was filled with fleeting glances towards Kate. You watched as she discussed with America, stopped to grab water, go back to her bow and the archery range. She always greeted you with a mischievous grin. Typically, a glance at Kate resulted in Yelena knocking you down or delivering a punch to somewhere in your body. Thank god for accelerated healing.

“What is your deal today?” Yelena asked you. Her hand on her hip, clearly annoyed. You shrugged, not exactly hearing her. You were too occupied with eye fucking Kate’s back from across the room again. Yelena follows your eyeline.

“Oh bishop..I see”

She looks at you, a plotting look on her face.

“Wait no, Yelena it’s fine I just-“

“Bishop! Get over here!” She yelled across the room before you could complete your sentence. Kate obeys like a dog following commands.

“Ah there we go! Maybe you’ll fight better if it means impressing your girlfriend!” Yelena smiles, clearly feeling like a genius at her plan. Kate flushes at the world ‘girlfriend’

“Yelena she’s not my girlfriend” Kate shoots you a look, to which you give her an apologetic one.

“Don’t care, bishop vs bug-girl!”

Kate shrugs and turns, walking towards the slightly larger sparring mat.

“Are you seriously going to fight me?”

“Well, I don’t want to blow our cover and..I guess if I’m not your girlfriend, it’s okay if I kick your ass” Kate laughs a little, mischief glinting in her blue eyes.

“You know that’s not what I meant” you pout at her. You’re standing facing each other, Kate’s holding your elbows, she gives a loving rub to your arms.

“I know, I know. Don’t cry too hard when I beat you up though, ‘Kay?”

You roll your eyes as you turn and out some distance between the two of you. You sigh, trying to become accustomed to the idea of your girlfriend kicking your ass.

Yelena counts down at the side of the mat, signaling to you when you can both start throwing punches. Right off the bat Kate’s black belt training come through, expertly throwing punches and kicks. You dodge awkwardly, a backflip here, a slide there. It’s more clunky than you want it to be, but it keeps you away from Kate’s fists.

She looks nearly perfect while doing it all, barely breaking a sweat, while you’re left panting and sweating.

“Impressive bug-girl! This is the best I’ve seen you fight all day! Maybe your girlfriend is helping!” Yelena barks from the side of the mat. You pause for a moment. She’s joined by Sam and Bucky, both of their watchful eyes on you and Kate.

“Yelena for the last time she’s not my girlfriend!”

BAM

Your world is spun upside down as you’re launched across the mat. Breath sucked from your lungs, a loud CRACK Reverberating through your skull. You can feel your sweaty skin sticking to the plastic coated mat as you slide to a stop.

The noise of the training room becomes static, your vision fuzzes as you stare up at the LED lights. A splitting pain fills the center of your face. It’s the only thing drawing your attention until a dark figure fills your vision. It’s a girl. It’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.

It’s Kate

It’s Kate and she’s freaking the fuck out.

“Oh my god” you hear from a distance, or atleast your think it is.

“What’s wrong?” Kate’s cradling your head. You’re suddenly aware of the feeling of a warm liquid trickling down your face.

“Oh my god I just broke your nose” Kate is frantically trying to wipe the blood that’s pouring out of your nose away from your mouth.

“Babe it’s okay” you grin at her as you try to help yourself up into a sitting position.

“But I literally broke your nose” Kate is at a loss of words. She’s frantic as she struggles to find a place for her hands and her energy.

“I know you did, and you won the fight!” You’re a little delirious, just smiling at your pretty girlfriend. Kate is speechless.

“Do I look cool atleast??” You go to feel your busted nose and wince. Kate laughs at you and nods, furrowing her brows a bit.

“The coolest” she helps you to stand up. Slinging your arm over her shoulders and wrapping her arm around your waist. She holds you close to her body before pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

“BARF. Get a room” the two of you turn your head towards where Yelena stood. She was pantomiming sticking her fingers down her throat while making Gaggings sounds. Now you don’t know if this was real, or if maybe you’re concussed as well, but you could’ve sworn you watched Bucky slide Sam a 20$.

“No but seriously, go wash up and get to the infirmary. I don’t want anymore blood on my mat”

Yelena drops the silly act and falls into her typical stone faced, no nonsense voice. Kate side eyes you and shrugs.

“Guess the secrets out”

“I guess so”

You shrug as well, not even caring about the secret at this point, just wanting to stop the flow of blood from your nose.

“Yelena would now be a bad time to tell you that Kate actually IS my girlfriend?”

“OFF THE MAT”

“Right”

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I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for SO long!! So here you go!! Sorry it’s a little dialogue heavy!!

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NAIVE

Wanda Maximoff x Avenger Reader

Word Count: 3837

Warnings: Betrayal

Thank you Van (aka @missmonsters2) for helping me by editing this, way back in the day LOL. 

…

It starts with a light-hearted comment from Bucky. 

He and Wanda formed a tight friendship at some point after he was found. He's always been thoughtful and quiet in a way that Wanda found comforting. They were good at sitting in silence and coexisting without being alone, and sometimes that was all they needed. 

You were a friend, not as close as Bucky but equally supportive and protective. You've never spoken about it, but Wanda knew that she could count on you whenever she needed you, and you have yet to let her down. 

"Right?" Bucky asks, the grin on his lips suggesting he already knows the answer to his own question. Wanda swallows thickly, her eyes catching yours across the gym fleetingly. 

You look away quickly, though, something Steve says catches your attention and makes you laugh. 

"She's cute," she shrugs, and although Bucky decides to focus on something else, the strange feeling in her stomach remains for the rest of the day. 

…

She starts seeing you in a different light. Maybe it's Bucky's comment that made her very aware of your smile, but she's suddenly enamored by it and the sound of your laughter. 

"Hey, Wands, want some ice cream?" You ask her as she approaches the dining table, where Natasha and Kate are also sitting. 

"Sure." She smiles, hands in the back pockets of her jeans and feeling more than a little vulnerable. 

It takes her a hot second to recognize that she's nervous--nervous about being close to you or talking to you. 

"Take a seat, babes. How was your day?" You smile, scooping some ice cream and offering her a small bowl with a tiny spoon. 

The gesture is friendly, but she still feels special under your momentary attention. 

"It was fine." She says, more focused on the color of your eyes and the smile on your lips than the ice cream itself. 

"That's good." You tell her, and she doesn't know what to say to keep the conversation going--so she says nothing at all. 

You go back to talk to Natasha, and Kate wastes no time in butting in, and Wanda's just there. She doesn't feel exactly out of place, but she does feel a tad inadequate. 

She should be talking too, you're all friends, and she's always gotten along well with Kate and Nat. But the sound of your voice and the distracting way in which you smile continue to throw her. 

…

She notices you more and more. It's innocent at first. You're beautiful, and everyone in the Compound seems to have a crush on you, so she's not entirely put off by her growing interest. You're a nice person; everyone knows it. 

"What about you, Miss Y/LN?" Sam asks during a friendly game of poker. 

Steve and Tony have been implementing two or three activities every week, a way to get to know each other better. So far, there have been movie nights, hiking, camping, and now it's poker.

Friendship is important in a team such as ours, Steve's always saying, and Wanda is inclined to agree with him. 

"Don't start with me, Sam." You warn him with an amused grin on your lips that Wanda inexplicably wants to kiss. 

She looks away quickly, the thought having startled her a little. Where did that come from?

"You're bluffing." Sam calls you out, and Natasha laughs, her own poker face falling as she sets her cards on the table. She folds. 

"She's bluffing, right?" Sam asks her, making Wanda look at you again. 

You're keeping your cards close to your chest now, a single eyebrow raised in her direction. Wanda's stomach sinks. You're so beautiful, and she's entirely stricken by the realization as if it were the first time she's noticing. 

"I have no idea." She says, and you wink at her as if there was a hidden joke between the two of you, and she feels special. 

"Girl's whipped." Sam laughs, and that catches her attention. 

"What?" She asks as Natasha smiles in her direction. "I'm not whipped."

Tony makes a whip lashing sound, and everyone laughs, making Wanda blush where she sits. 

"Natasha is too." Steve says with a boyish grin. 

"So are you." She tells him with a pointed look, and his eyes instantly meet yours across the round table. 

You pay them no mind. Wanda is almost convinced that you're not even aware that they're talking about you, or you're simply not interested in giving this conversation any attention. 

"Stop stalling, pretty boy." You tell Sam, and he hums to himself, his eyes taking you in before he sighs and drops his cards. 

"I'm out." He says, and you smile. Everyone else claps their hands, Natasha squeezes your shoulders, and Wanda claps too, completely distracted. 

"Bluffing, you say?" You taunt him before showing your hand. 

"A royal flush, of course," Tony says with only a little bit of jealousy in his tone. He was the first to fold, and you continue to be the solid poker queen. No one's ever beaten you. 

"You've got to be kidding me!" Sam picks up your cards as you swipe all the chips with a pretty smile on your face. 

The night progresses as it usually does. Beers are being passed, jokes being told, there's a lot of laughter, and Wanda enjoys herself to an extent. There's a part of her brain that continues to remind her that she wanted to kiss you earlier, though.

But you're just--you're just you. Everyone tries to gain your attention or sit close to you. Everyone tries to please you in some capacity, including her. 

It's more than your looks, what has them all falling over their feet, more than the pretty smile you always have for everyone. It's everything that you are. 

You're smart in a way that always leaves Wanda speechless. You're clever and articulate, even when you're upset. You always find the right words to speak without hurting anyone's feelings but getting your point across all the same. You're open; there's an inviting quality about you that makes the team want to be your closest friend. 

But then, of course, you're also incredibly beautiful, so much so that compliments are always raining your way. 

"You doing okay?" You ask her, sitting next to her on the large couch, while Natasha attempts to show Bucky how to properly hold a ballet pose. 

Everyone's laughing, and she's suddenly very aware of her silence--since she can't think of a single coherent thing to say to you.

"Yeah." She nods her head, nervously glancing your way and her stupid brain reminding her that she wanted to kiss you earlier again. "You?"

"I'm quite well. Take a look—Sam's already about to fall asleep." You point towards the next couch, where Sam is dozing off, and Wanda laughs awkwardly. 

"Still a lightweight." She comments as you sip your beer, the same one you've been holding the entire night she's noticed. 

"You'd think being in the army and all that testosterone would teach a guy how to hold his liquor, but nope." You laugh, and she's once again taken by how beautiful you are. 

"Yeah." She tries to laugh, following your joke, but all she can think about is how nice you look in white. The shirt you have on is loose and definitely something you wear to sleep, but the color makes your skin glow in a way that she finds absolutely gorgeous. 

"Y/N, please come collect your kids." Tony calls you, and you roll your eyes as you give Wanda a look. 

She can do nothing but smile at your reaction, and you squeeze her knee before you stand up. 

"What's going on?" You ask Bucky, and he takes a step back from Natasha. Natasha moves lithely towards you and wraps her arms around your waist as if looking for protection from the big bad Winter Soldier. 

"She's mean. She's a mean drunk." Bucky says, pointing at Natasha. You push Natasha away from you a tad, if only to look into her eyes. Natasha's not drunk, though—she never gets drunk. 

"We agreed." You remind her while Wanda looks closely at the interaction. 

"I know, I'm sorry." Natasha deflects, and you turn to Bucky, a serious look on your face. 

"Fine, I'm sorry too. We'll behave." He says, and Tony laughs, as does Pepper. You have them, metaphorically, eating out of your hand. 

"Whipped," Pepper says, and Tony makes the same whip lashing sound right after. 

"Uh uh." Natasha shakes her finger at Bucky, her free arm going around your waist again. "I'm not into sharing."

You laugh, and Natasha does too. It's a joke, but the phrase doesn't sit too well with Wanda. 

Are you dating Natasha? 

…

The question stays with her for good—the thought of you too. 

It's like one day she wakes up and finds herself infected with you. You're the first thing she thinks in the morning, and once you're in her brain, you're there to stay. 

She goes about her daily routine and can't help but wonder if you're already up and what you're doing. She goes to the gym and can't help but wonder if she'll see you there. 

When you're not there, she can't help but feel a little disappointed. But her day moves quickly, as does everyone's in the Compound. There's training, meetings, debriefings, and more training. 

She feels exhausted by the end of the day and craves a shower more than she craves air itself. No one said being a hero wouldn't be hard after all. 

She's on her way to her room when someone calls her name, and her stomach instantly drops. The sound of your voice hits her in the pit of her stomach; it's a sensation she's never felt before and one that makes her feel nervous and awkward to an extent. 

"Want some pizza, Wands?" You ask with a smile on your lips and a slice of pizza in your hand. 

"I was gonna go take a shower. I'm feeling kind of gross." She says with an embarrassed smile, but you're already walking closer to her. 

"By the time you come back, there'll be no pizza left. Plus, you look fantastic!" You tell her, handing her the slice you're holding, and she takes it with a blush on her cheeks that she hopes you don't notice. 

"Thank you." She says, and you bump her shoulder in a friendly way, and she feels--well, she feels special. 

"Come on. I ordered some wings too, I know you love them. I'll share with my ladies."

You walk with her back to the kitchen, but by the time you both get there, the entire pizza is gone. The boys are happily chewing while Natasha and Kate watch the scene with a grimace. 

"Ladies, follow me." You announce as you walk behind the counter and pull out a take-out container from one of the lower drawers. 

"Life saver." Kate touches her chest before she leans forward to kiss your cheek, and Wanda takes a seat in silence. 

"These are my favorites," Natasha comments as she goes for a wing, and you do too. 

Wanda watches you take a bite, and she has to look away when the feeling in her stomach makes her feel so uncomfortable that she can barely stand it. 

"I know they are, hon," You tell Natasha while picking up a napkin and cleaning her chin, where a little bit of sauce has spilled. 

"Thank you," Natasha replies, winking in your direction, and Wanda's stomach sinks again for the reason that she refuses to overthink.

Not that her brain listens.  

…

You're the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up now, and it becomes an unconscious habit of sorts. The thought of you comes to her mind effortlessly, as easy as breathing and it always comes accompanied by the weird feeling in her stomach that makes her feel as if she can't breathe.

It's just a crush, she tells herself. You're definitely crushing material, and there's nothing wrong with her feeling this way. 

It's a crush, and it'll go away. 

…

The crush does the exact opposite of going away. 

You're everything she can think about, and she has no idea of how to get closer to you. 

It all changes one night, though. 

She can't sleep, and she decides to go for a walk, the Compound is big enough, and she's done it before. She's walked through every corner of it; she's come to know every hidden ladder that leads to the roof and Tony's secret wine cellar. 

But tonight, something's different, not that she can put her finger on what that is exactly. She takes the stairs down to the first floor, and the silence is what tips her off. 

As she walks through the main lobby, she realizes that Friday hasn't said a single word to her since she left her bedroom. Usually, Friday would be asking her questions by now, keeping her company.

Suddenly on high alert, she rounds the corner to the main security area, and she sees you. 

All the red alarms in her head are quickly replaced by that same feeling in her gut and chest. You're talking amicably with the tech guy that oversees the security systems overnight. 

You see her, and she comes to a halt in the middle of the wide-open lobby. You smile, and she feels like melting right where she stands. 

"Wands." You smile, walking towards her quickly. "What are you doing up? It's so late."

You're wearing combat boots and skinny jeans, a black top, and an open denim jacket--a look that she's never seen you wear before. She's certain that she's never seen you wear that top. 

"I was just--walking." She tells you, and you reach out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Your fingers graze her skin, making her shiver, and you notice. 

Of course, you notice, just like you've noticed every other single reaction she has towards you. 

"You mind if I join you?" You ask her, and she can barely breathe. 

She can't answer verbally, so she nods, and you caress her cheek with the back of your fingers as you pull back your hand. A subtle action that can definitely be taken as friendly. After all, you don't want to scare her, or worse, tip her off. 

"Are you cold?" You ask her after noticing she's only wearing an oversized shirt. 

She's still trying to get her breathing back to normal, the ghost of your touch still lingering on her cheek and preventing her from thinking straight. 

"I'm fine." She tells you after catching the look on your face and remembering that you asked her a question. 

"Here." You stop walking and take off your denim jacket. 

"It's okay, really." She tries to intervene when you move to drape the jacket on her shoulders. 

"I insist." You tell her with a smile that quite literally steals her breath away. "Denim suits you, Miss Maximoff."

You fix the collar of your jacket close to her chest, smiling as she blushes right before you. You're cute and beautiful, so beautiful that she can barely think, let alone speak. 

It's ridiculous! You shouldn't have this much power over her. You two aren't even that close, but the more she looks at you, the more her brain shouts things that she's never thought about before. 

She wants you happy. She wants to see you smiling. She'd like to know everything about you, everything that you're willing to share; she wants to know it. She'd like to go wherever you go, and she'd like to see the world from your perspective. 

You're still smiling as you admire your jacket on her, and she tilts her head to the side in a sign of endearment. You're so cute, and she can't stop staring. 

She'd never hurt you. She only ever wants to love you and take care of you. She doesn't know you that well, but she wants to, but the universe, it seems, is not giving her an option.

If you give her a chance, she'd make sure that you never regret it. 

"You okay there?" You ask her after a beat, and she swallows with difficulty. Her face burns with embarrassment, and she nods her head quickly. "How about that walk?"

You smile and offer your arm for her to take, and she nervously does. 

It's not long before you're telling her about your time as a rookie in S.H.I.E.L.D. and Melinda May kicking your ass daily as your S.O. She finds your journey so interesting that by the end of the walk, she knows the names of most of your friends at S.H.I.E.L.D.

That's the first night she sleeps with your jacket on. 

…

You begin to spend more time with her. She refuses to ask if you're dating Natasha, especially after you both act like a married couple.

She doesn't ask because the thought of you with someone else--guts her. If you were to tell her that you and Natasha are an item, she knows the feeling that would take over her--she knows the feeling all too well. 

And maybe she's being naive. Maybe the more time she spends with you, she's just opening herself up to more inevitable heartbreak. Whatever the reason, she doesn't want to cut the time the two of you have finally begun to spend together short. 

It doesn't matter anyway because even after Natasha joins whatever conversation you're having, you still make sure to stay by Wanda's side, and she feels, well, she feels special. 

…

The late-night walks become a regular thing. Wanda would meet you in the lobby, where you'd wait for her with a smile that seems to be reserved only for her. 

There are many times when she's almost told you everything she feels for you, but something always holds her back. She's afraid to lose you, and she doesn't want to gamble with your friendship. 

… 

You kiss her one night. One second she's greeting you in the empty lobby, and the next, you're kissing her. 

She loses her breath, her entire body tensed, and for a moment, she feels like she's freefalling. But she opens her eyes and finds your gentle stare on her, waiting for a verdict as if you'd done something wrong. 

"But Natasha?" Is the first thing out of her mouth, and you place your hands on her waist, pulling her a little bit closer to you. 

"She's just a friend." You tell her, and she chuckles, the smile on her lips threatens to split her face in two, and you think she might be the most beautiful woman you've ever gotten to kiss. 

She's certainly the most beautiful target. No doubt about it. 

…

She's in love with you, so much so that she's completely blind to things that you know she's been trained to see. 

…

Tony believes they've been infiltrated. Recently he's found a code on Friday that he's certain he didn't write himself. 

Everyone is on high alert, but things go on as they usually do. Tony rewrites the coding, and Wanda continues to fall for you. 

You take her out on dates, and Natasha keeps her distance, though she does glare playfully at Wanda from time to time. Now Wanda laughs at her antics, reassured by the way you're always touching her in some capacity. 

She becomes increasingly addicted to the way your hand finds a home in her lower back whenever you're close enough and the way your slender fingers move to delicately fill in the gaps between her own. She becomes a junky for your sweet kisses and the way your hands sneakily touch her bare skin under every shirt that she wears. 

You always look at her adoringly and chuckle before running your nose across her cheek as you kiss her face. She'd wrap her arms around you then and giggle at having you happy, which is all she ever wanted. 

Your late-night walks become a habit that always ends in her bedroom with her under you, moaning and groaning your name over and over again like a breathless prayer meant only for your ears. 

Each day that passes by gives her something else to fall for you, and she collects these moments, these aspects of your personality, like a treasure. She's never felt as safe as she does when she's with you. She's never loved as fiercely. 

"You trust me?" You ask her one night when you're knuckle deep in her, and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth. 

"Yes," she moans as you brush your thumb over her clit and her nails dig a little deeper on your shoulders. 

"You love me?" You ask her, adding pressure on her clit and sinking your fingers a little deeper. She yelps, her stomach tightening and her throat running dry. 

"Yes," she gasps as she pulls you down and kisses you a little bit desperately. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows that she's being too vulnerable, but she still feels safe with you. 

"You sure you trust me?" You ask her again, and the look in your eyes has an earth-shattering effect on her; it always does. 

She comes around your fingers with a strangled gasp of your name, and you kiss her lips one last time before you bend to pick up your phone from her nightstand. 

She's still catching her breath when you return to her side with a little pill between your fingers. 

"What's that?" She asks as you twirl the pill, and she scoots closer to you. Her lips kiss your face, her hands pull you closer. 

"I love you too, you know." You tell her, and she hides her face in the pillows, laughing and blushing, and you think she's the most beautiful woman you've ever slept with. 

The most beautiful target you've ever gotten. 

"Take this." You offer her the pill, and she looks at you with a little apprehension. 

"But what is it?" She asks. 

"You said you trust me." You remind her. 

"I do." She nods as you roll on top of her. 

For such a powerful being, she's still just a girl staring into the eyes of the first person she's ever loved like this. 

"Show me." You tell her.

… 

Leaving the Compound with Wanda in the middle of the night proves to be by far the easiest part of your entire mission. But pretending to look for her when you return? That is by far the hardest thing you've had to do when you know exactly where she is and who asked you to get her.

Eric assured you she'd be safe, and you know better than to question Magneto himself. She's no longer your concern.  

… 

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One-Shots

Yellow Sun: Lena had never been more comfortable in her entire life

It's Cold Outside: 6 times Lena feels cold and 1 time Kara promises to keep her warm

Good Luck Kisses: There's a new trend around

You marked more than just my skin: Kara gets a tattoo and Lena is an tattoo artist

Dino gear: Kara’s main goal is to make Lena happy

You look perfect: Lena can't stop staring

I'm slowly dying (with or without you): Lena has a panic attack, Kara’s there

Old friends: Sam attends Alex's wedding.

Baby Driver: Lena doesn't know how to drive and Kara offers to teach her so she can take her license, however, driving proves to be harder than Lena thought it would be.

Drabbles

Kara declaims short poems at Lena part 1

Kara declaims short poems at Lena part 2

Supercorp at Quarantine part 1

Fanart/Gif sets drabbles (inspired by fanarts or gif sets from other people)

Wives spending a cozy night at home

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Kara explaining her tattoos

Lena’s Birthday

BISHOVA

Slumber Party: Yelena wants to have a slumber party tonight.

That is not cutlery: Yelena keeps coming back and Kate just might end up wanting her to stay.

CAROLNAT

I Wanna Believe (that we're a masterpiece): Natasha seems to be unable to take care of herself, so Carol decides she will be the one to do that.

WANDANAT

Pillow talk: Natasha is back from a mission and all she wants is to see Wanda. Wanda, however, is already enterteined with another activity.

Take Care: Everyone tries to warn Wanda what a bad idea it is to fall in love with the big, bad, scary spy.

TWILIGHT

Drabble: Cute Rosalie and Charlie bonding moment.

Bella is high: Bella smokes weed.

FLORENCE PUGH X READER

Sunday Plans: It's a lazy Sunday morning and Florence has an important question for you

Happy Together: A cute unplanned date night with your girlfriend, Florence.

Black widow: Cooking With Flo is back and you make an accidental cameo that get the entire world to know about you relationship with Florence.

Kiss me more: This is the first time your friends are meeting your girlfriend and you're excited about it.

Sunrise in the East: Reader is very happy having one-night stands or having friends with benefits, avoiding any serious relationship for a while now. However, things change and she suddenly starts to think that dating wouldn't be all that bad.

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Mrs Hollywood: It's not always easy to date a Hollywood star.

Make up your mind: You ask Scarlett out on a date.

Mayores: Someone sends you flowers and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

ELIZABETH OLSEN X READER

Marry you: During an interview, someone asks you to marry them and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

Marry you (part 2): Your girlfriend proposed, your friends are happy for you, and you still have work to do.

Marry you (part 3): It's time for the world to know about your relationship.

Cool kids: Elizabeth meets your son.

Love me harder: You are having a nice day out with Elizabeth when a paparazzi stumble over you.

Happier than ever: Your last relationship was toxic and you're still coping with that.

Only girl: You and Elizabeth enjoy a quiet night at home.

She's so lovely: Elizabeth introduces you to the world.

Lay all your love (on me): You get hired to be Elizabeth’s love interest in her new movie and nothing could prepare you to how your life would change upon meeting her.

Skin: *SMUT* There are times when you need Elizabeth to consume you.

Runnin' home to you: After months of trying, it’s time to tell your wife that you're pregnant.

Dog days are over: Elizabeth isn’t a dog person… but you are. After the puppy interview, you try to convince your girlfriend to take one of them home.

Tattooed heart: You have tattoos everywhere and your girlfriend suffers from severe anxiety. You learned to walk around with Sharpies to help her out.

Into you: A quiet day at home with the person that consumes your every breath.

| Last updated: Jan. 20th, 2024.

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Waiting For Them

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Summary: Wanda and Nat leave for a mission, leaving behind a sad reader

Pairing: Wandanat x reader

Word Count: 1,226

Krasivaya = beautiful 

Warnings: Mentions of not eating, Not sleeping

“Please don’t go” you whined as you clung to Wanda on the bed, she looked at you sadly and rubbed your back. This was the first time they would both be gone at the same time. Usually one of them would stay behind for you because of your clinginess because if they were both gone, all hell would break loose. 

“It’s only for a week Krasivaya” Nat comforted as she was moving around the room packing their bags. You shook your head as tears fell down your cheek and you clung to Wanda tighter and buried your head in her chest. “Your going to have Pietro, Kate, Yelena and Peter, will let any trouble you cause slide” Nat kissed your head and coaxed you to let go of Wanda. You did but went straight back to crying. 

They sighed not wanting to leave you like this but they knew they had to leave soon. Nat quickly called Kate and Yelena in the room so they could comfort you and they gave you one last kiss and I love you's and walked out the door leaving Kate and Yelena there cuddling you. 

You didn’t talk to them though, you were crying and pouting and angry at Wanda and Nat for leaving you alone. “Come on Y/N, let’s steal Tony’s suit” that got your attraction. “Can I fly it first?” They nodded and smiled as you got up and hurried to the door. That didn’t last long though considering Tony caught you in under 10 minutes. “I’m going to call your girlfriends” he said, making you sad again. Kate and Yelena glared at him and he realized that was a sensitive topic right now and tried apologizing but you walked back to your room before he could. 

That’s where you stayed the whole day, Yelena and Kate tried coaxing you out and Tony even tried bribing you with making you your one suit but nothing convinced you. Wanda and Nat tried calling you to check in but you refused to answer knowing hearing their voices will make you crave being in their arms worse. 

You were in your room for 5 days before you came out, Kate and Yelena were beyond worried considering you didn’t even come out to eat or drink anything. The first thing they did was sit you down and get you something to eat. They’ve been reporting to Wanda and Nat everything that is happening. 

After you ate you rushed to go hang out with Tony and see all his cool inventions. You were really energetic considering your girlfriends were getting home in 2 days. You jumped on Tony making him jump and scream. He sighed as he realized it was you and smiled at your giggling. “Hey kiddo, nice to see you're not dead” he said as he ruffled your hair. “What are you making?” You asked curiously, “I’m making some adjustments to your suit” he smiled as he showed you. You sucked at this kind of technology so you looked really confused. “You’ll have more protection, and I made some adjustments on your weapons” you hugged him, “Thanks Tony” “Of course kiddo, now what’s up with you and locking yourself in your room this whole week” you shrugged.

“I miss them, usually I at least have one of them here to be with but now I have none of them. I can’t sleep without them by my side” Tony looked sad, “They miss you too, they’ve been calling us every hour to get an update on you. They even got permission to come back home tomorrow” your eyes lit up as you jumped in excitement. “Really!?” Tony nodded as he shook his head at your sudden mood change. 

You ran out of the room and ran to your room. You grabbed blankets and some pillows and ran to the living room and laid huddled under all the blankets. You put on a movie trying to figure out what you were going to do all night while you waited for Wanda and Nat. 

You did everything to distract yourself from looking at any clocks. Watched movies, did karaoke with Kate, played monopoly with Sam and Pietro until they both got mad and left, went outside to the playground you made Tony build you. Now it was 8 am, and you were completely restless and running on energy drinks and snacks. You were currently in the kitchen chugging some coffee when Tony walked in frowning as you poured yourself another cup. 

“Kid, go to sleep, they’ll be here in like 2 hours” Tony tried, he knew you haven’t been sleeping at all since they left. You shook your head, “Have to make sure they're alright” you yawned out as you went to get a third cup but Tony took it away from you. “Bed” he said sternly making you pout, but you listened and grabbed your blankets and pillows and dragged them back to your room. 

Right when your head hit the pillows you completely knocked out. You didn’t even wake up when the two redheads entered the room. They smiled at your sleeping figure knowing how much you struggled without them. They gave you a kiss on your forehead and tucked you into the sheets and started unpacking being careful not to wake you. When they finished Nat laid with you while Wanda went to make food. Practically everyone was complaining on how they missed her cooking and she wanted to make you your favorite. 

After about an hour Nat looked up as she heard you stirring, you yawned as you sat up and reached for your phone. Instead you grabbed something else, or someone else. “Afternoon sleepy” you jumped at the voice but realized the person you grabbed was Natasha. It took you about 5 seconds to realize through your sleepy eyes. “Natty!” You yelled happily as you jumped on her. She laughed as she held you tightly. “Hey princess” she said into your ear kissing your head. “Where’s Wanda?” You asked, looking around the room. 

“She’s making food, we heard you didn’t eat a lot princess” Nat said giving you a look. “Sorry, I didn’t have an appetite” you said and before she could reply you jumped up and ran to the kitchen to greet Wanda. You practically ran over Kate as she was in front of Wanda talking to her and tackled Wanda. “Wands!” You yelled, holding her tightly. Kate muttered curse words as she tried to comprehend what happened and Wanda giggled at your excitement as she held you close and gave you kisses all over your face. “I’ve missed you my love” she mumbled as she took her attention away from her cooking and fully put it on you. Kate finally got up and took over for Wanda. 

“We got you a present” she told you as she sat you on the couch and pulled out a bag. Nat came in and sat next to you as you smiled. You opened it and pulled out a huge squishmallow. “A NEW ONE! Thank you!” you said as you hugged them tightly. Your guys room was practically covered with them, Nat always complained about it but always bought you new ones. 

After that whole experience, you clung to Wanda and Nat way more than you did before. They liked it though. 

#wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x y/n #wandanat x you #natasha romanoff #wandamaxmoff #wandanat

[marvelobsessed134]

This is my first masterlist. Second masterlist is on the pinned post in my profile

How to request, guidelines etc.

Marvel Women

Kate Bishop

Rizz You Up

Kinktober day two: Ghostface!Kate

Kinktober day eight: overstimulation

Natasha Romanoff

Caught

Little skirt

Package delivered

Watching you

Young, and dumb

Need help

GP!Beefy!Nat wakes up to you riding her abs (Drabble)

Captivity (My pretty little mermaid)

Dirty thoughts

Sundresses and breeding kinks

Wanda Maximoff

Control

Best friends sister

Julia Cornwall

In her web

Marvel Men

Bucky Barnes

Honeymoon Suite

Meet Cute

“Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

The one with the slutty maid and the sexually frustrated super soldier

Love me tender series

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Mötley Crüe

Nikki Sixx

I’m only me when I’m with you

Don’t be shy, honey

Streamer!Reader headcannons

Behind closed doors

Good girl

Small town romance

Who do you belong to?

You shouldn’t be doing that…

Sneaking around

Kinktober day eleven: public sex

BDSM head cannons

Somebody’s watching me

Better? Better.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tommy Lee

Midnight Comfort

Teenagers In Love

Runaway bride

Can we keep him!?

Friends help each other

Go team

Maroon

Little drummer girl

Sparks Fly series

Pretty When You Sleep

Plus One

Kinktober day nine: manhandling/tights ripping

Halloween party shenanigans

Attention you deserve

Surprise

Delicate flower series

First time

BDSM head cannons

It’s gonna be okay

Vince Neil

Thunderstorms

Sweet dreams

Please

It’s the little moments

Shades Of Cool

Our honeymoon (part one) part two

Kinktober day one: daddy kink

Plaything

She’s a riot grrrl

Mick Mars

Mermaid Motel

Streamer!reader headcannons

You know you want it

Kinktober day four: pet play

Multi-members

Two is better than one

Halloween/fall headcannons

Groupie Love (Gang Bang)

Cinderella (only writing for Tom and Eric)

Tom Keifer

Did you do that to her?

Up behind her with a pool stick

BDSM headcannons

“What is it, honey?”

Tom finding out you’re pregnant

Eric Brittingham

A pleasant surprise

Kiss (only writing for Paul, Tommy, and Gene)

Paul Stanley

I can see you

Underneath the surface

I fall to pieces when I’m with you

Prank call gone wrong

Teach you how

Tommy Thayer

You’re enough

One bed?!

Gene Simmons

Kinktober day 6: possessiveness

Guns N Roses

Izzy Stradlin

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs

Kinktober day 7: crying kink

Slash

Kinktober day 10: vouyerism

Barbie The Movie

Barbie

Starting to really like the real world

You can be the boss (STRLTRW part two, series masterlist coming soon)

CEO!Barbie AU masterlist

Marvel Cast/other celebrities

Sebastian Stan

Put me in a movie

W.A.S.P. (Only writing for Blackie)

Kinktober day 3: humiliation

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Domesticated

Daisy Jones and The Six

Daisy Jones

Her good slut

G!P Daisy x Stripper!Reader

LA Guns (Only Kelly atm)

Mistaken

Cindy Crawford

Picnics

Joan Jett

Our secret moments

#masterlist #fanfic #marvel fanfic #marvel women #marvel men #Motley Crue #Cinderella #cinderella band #glam rock #hard rock #rock n roll

[sparklewrites1]

They Don't Know About Us (They Do Now)

Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS

ABOUT: no ghostface au! You and Chad have been secretly dating for the past few months. That is until a certain someone catches you two doing a certain something.

WARNINGS: Making out, kissing, flirting, dirty jokes, corny shit.

Word count: 1.5K

A/n: this one was kinda rushed at he end but overall I'm a little proud of it. Writing for KATE BISHOP MCU VERSION NEXT!

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It was another night at Sam, Tara, and Quinn’s apartment. The atmosphere was somewhat quiet.  Quinn was flicking through TV channels, Ethan and Anika were half asleep on the couch, Mindy was setting the table, Sam and Tara were chatting while sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, and you and Chad were in the kitchen. 

You were leaning on the counter a few feet away from the oven, and Chad was checking to see if the pizza in the oven was finished cooking.

“Done yet?” You queried.

“Nah, Give it 5 more minutes.” Chad responded with the shake of his head.

You groaned and threw your head back. 

“I’m so hungry right now!” You whined while dramatically clutching your stomach.

Chad chuckled as he closed the oven.  He took off the oven mitts he was wearing and placed them next to you. After placing the oven mitts down he moved in front of you and placed his hand on the counter beside you, leaning closer to you.

“Maybe when we get to your place you can ‘eat me’.” he whispered in your ear half-jokingly, but with a hint of suggestiveness in his voice. You hastily shushed him with a small laugh.

“Oh my gosh, Chad you can’t just say that!” You whispered back while giggling. His suggestion made you a little flustered because you knew it was somewhat of a promise. But you couldn’t have him saying stuff like that while his sister and your friends were in the other room and could have easily heard him.

You and Chad had been secretly dating for the past few months. You had met him when he moved to NYC and came to Blackmore University. You two were seated together during a class. Chad had made a corny  joke about how the professor had accidentally put on mismatched socks and to his surprise he had heard a small chuckle from beside him. He turned his head and found you trying to suppress your laughter with your hand covering your mouth. Throughout the class Chad kept cracking stupid jokes and algebra puns until the class ended.

After class you had walked up to Chad and made conversation, it turned out you and Chad had a few of the same interests. But what you both really bonded over soap-opera’s. Yes. Soap opera’s. You had both liked to watch them just for laughs and entertainment, but you two had somehow formed a friendship, and you had monthly sleepovers so you could binge watch different soap opera’s together.

After a few months, you had started to feel strange. Every time you saw or talked to Chad, you had felt a yearning for him. You were longing for him. You brushed it off as just a silly little crush, but you were wrong. That feeling had started to get stronger and stronger, it had started to bubble up like a soda that had been shaken. Every moment you had with Chad you couldn’t help but think about how soft his lips would be on yours, or how his arms would feel wrapped around you, or how his hands would feel on your bare skin.

Those feelings continued to grow until one night you took a leap of faith and pressed your lips onto Chad’s as he rambled about a betrayal that had recently happened in the soap you were both watching. You pulled away and after a few seconds of silence you were about to open your lips to blurt out an apology, but before you could you felt Chad’s lips pressed against yours in a heated manner. And the rest was history.

That's what led you to this moment, Chad was right in front of you as you leaned on the counter, he was whispering sweet nothings and dirty jokes into your ear as you giggled and covered your mouth with your hands.

“Chad, is the pizza done ye- What in the hell?” Mindy had walked into the kitchen unbeknownst to you two and she was greeted with an unfamiliar sight.

Chad had swiftly backed away from you and turned towards Mindy.

“Jesus, Mindy! Ever heard of knocking?” Chad exclaimed.

“This is a fucking kitchen!” Mindy argued. “What the fuck is this???” Mindy asked with a half judgmental and half confused expression while gesturing towards you two. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, Mindy you’re not. We were just a little startled by you.” You explained.

“Ok…” She said, not completely sure whether or not to believe you. Despite you and Chad being a secret, you two had to be extra careful around Mindy because if she ever caught you, you best believe that the entire friend group would know about you within the next 5 minutes.

“Anywho… Is the pizza ready?” Mindy inquired.

“Yeah, Probably.” Chad answered.

“Cool.” She said. Mindy walked over to the oven mitts and grabbed them and Chad pulled out his phone, there was an awkward energy lingering in the air. Mindy turned around and moved towards the oven and opened it. She pulled out the pizza pan and placed it on the stovetop.

“Here, lemme help.” You volunteered as you turned toward the utensils drawer and grabbed the pizza cutter. You swerved around and went towards the stovetop and started cutting the pizza into triangular slices. As you were cutting, your finger got a little too close to the blade and you ended up slicing a small cut into the side of your finger.

“Shit.” You mumbled as you grabbed the tip of your finger to examine the small wound.

“Sam! Do you have any band-aids?” You called out to Sam.

“No, we just ran out! Why?” She shouted to you from the living room.

“I cut my finger!” You shouted back.

“Oh, that sucks!” She yelled.

“I have some band-aids in my car.” Chad spoke from behind you.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, C’mon let's go get ‘em.” He gestured for you to follow him.

- 

You were standing next to Chad’s car as he was reaching into the glove compartment of his car.

“Here you go. One band-aid for the wounded lady.” He joked as he outstretched his hand towards you.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you reached for the band-aid but Chad had been too quick and raised his hand over his head.

“How ‘bout a quick smooch in exchange?” He proposed with a cheeky grin. You let out a small giggle as you placed your hand on the side of his face, and your other hand on his shoulder. You pulled him closer to you until your lips were on his. He placed his hands on your hips and your lower back and pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. A few seconds passed and the “Smooch” was getting hot and heavy, the tips of Chad's fingers were under your shirt, and your thumb was now caressing his jaw.

“Guy’s the pizza is almost gone wh- OH MY GOD!” Mindy was cut off by her own shouts as she witnessed the sight of her close friend and her brother’s passionate makeout session.

You and Chad practically jumped away from each other.

“Mindy!” you exclaimed.

“Oh fuck.” Chad whispered in defeat.

“Mindy we weren’t doing anything we were ju- GET BACK HERE!” You shouted as Mindy Sprinted in the direction of Sam’s apartment.

“I enjoyed the secrecy while it lasted.” Chad spoke, knowing his sister was about to inform the entire group of his and your escapades. 

“I didn’t!” You yelled as you sprinted after Mindy.

“Mindy stop!” 

“NO!”

Mindy was running up the steps and you were a few feet behind her.

“Mindy!”

“I can’t! This is too big of a secret to hide!” Mindy complained as she continued sprinting. She was right, Mindy could keep a small, minor secret, but something like this was too big for her to withhold from the rest of the group.

You caught up to Mindy as she got to the open door of Sam’s apartment  and basically tackled her, you placed your hand over her mouth, but within a millisecond of doing so, you felt a wet, cold sensation against your palm.

You gagged in disgust as you frantically shook your hands and wiped them on Mindy’s shirt. Mindy broke free of your grasp and ran inside the apartment.

During your kerfuffle with Mindy, everyone in the apartment had been alerted and turned towards the doorway with confused expressions.

“Kissing! Lots of kissing!” Mindy shouted as she stood in the living area of the apartment. “They kiss! Kiss!”  She could barely get her words out as she gasped for air and was stumbling over her words.

“I don’t get it. Who’s kissing?” Anika asked.

“CHAD AND [NAME]!” Mindy yelled.

“They were kissing? Chad and [Name]?” Quinn asked with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

“YES!” Mindy shouted.

“Did it look like a first kiss or did it look like they had done it before?” Ethan inquired.

“MAKEOUT! HARD SMOOCHES AND ST- AND STUFF!” Mindy exclaimed with a slightly disturbed expression at the thought of her brother making out with a girl.

“We’re dating!” You blurted out. You had decided since Mindy already knew you might as well tell everyone.

“I saw it coming from a mile away.” Tara stated.

“Me too.” Sam said.

“I’m guessing you told them already?” Chad said as he nonchalantly waltzed into the apartment, already having accepted his fate.

“Yeah.” Everyone said in unison.

“Can I have the band-aid now?” You turned towards Chad.

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #chad meeks martin #chad meeks #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #scream 5 #scream #mason gooding

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Marvel Masterlist

One Shots

Spook-vengers Tower - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)

Better Than Gifts - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda, Vision, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)

New Years Eve - Steve Rogers x Reader ft. The Avengers, Doctor Strange, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (all platonic)

Not Making It Out - Loki x Reader

Love Is Sacrifice - Loki x Reader

Champion Selection - Loki x Reader

My Mistakes - Loki x Reader

The Task - Loki x Reader

Pulled From The Timeline - Loki x Reader

Poisoned Ice - Loki x Reader

Pompeii - Loki x Reader

Madripoor - Bucky x Reader

Why Would I? - Bucky x Reader

A Small Thing - Bucky x Reader

Not The Worst - Bucky x Reader

A Little Help - Bucky x Reader

When You Wake - Bucky x Reader

What We Started - Bucky x Reader

Kiss Her, Captain. - Steve x Reader

Attacked - Steve x Reader

Aftermath - Steve x Reader

The Drink Allergy - Steve x Reader

A Subtle Escape - Steve x Reader

A New Mission - Tony x Reader (platonic)

3am - Frank Castle x Reader (platonic)

Trick or Eat - Venom x Reader (platonic)

Halloween Cookie Surprise - Venom x Reader (platonic)

When Ghosts Hunt - Robbie Reyes x Reader

Under The Flame - Robbie Reyes x Reader

As Imagined - Ben Poindexter x Reader

Surprise Guest - Clint Barton, Reader, Kate Bishop

Earpiece Patch - Clint Barton, Reader, Kate Bishop

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine Steve wanting to propose but having to hold off because of the Civil War

Imagine Steve's surprise when you hit an entitled party guest

Imagine flirting with Steve much to his surprise

Imagine inviting Steve to the newly created Memorial Centre

Imagine a kiss from Steve to distract you from blinding pain

Imagine boldly telling Steve how you feel mid-mission

Imagine waking Steve up after being disturbed by a nightmare

Imagine being paired with Steve during the time-travel mission

Imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission

Imagine being the last person that Tony tells about 'moving day'

Imagine Bucky’s therapist asking about you

Imagine laughing at Bucky after his failed plane jump

Imagine getting caught in the crossfire of John Walker’s rampage

Imagine trying to talk John Walker down at Zemo’s apartment

Imagine waiting for Bucky and his cake delivery

Imagine convincing Bucky to get back into dating

Imagine taking Bucky to meet his dinner date

Imagine being ambushed by HYDRA while waiting for Bucky

Imagine Bucky being present when you wake up

Imagine refusing to work with Loki at the TVA

Imagine Loki trying to explain his theory to you on a busy day

Imagine Loki being asked to let you go

Imagine discovering that Loki is to aid in the escape of Asgard

Imagine Loki falling asleep on your hand

Imagine Mobius shocking you with an idea regarding Loki

Imagine Loki hearing about your variants

Imagine sending Mobius to calm Loki after you’re injured

Imagine Loki stealing your pie at the TVA

Imagine your surprise when Thor brings Loki to Norway

Imagine learning that Hela wants you dead too

Imagine waking up on Sakaar to find Loki trying to help

Imagine asking Thor about a gift that you gave him

Imagine Thor trying to grant you visitation with Loki

Imagine Thor learning that you’re in Norway with his father

Imagine Thor asking Loki about your whereabouts on Sakaar

Imagine finding Venom raiding your pantry

Imagine spending the holidays alone in Avengers Tower

Imagine checking on Robbie’s injuries

Imagine helping Matt escape the prison after Fisk takes control

Imagine Marc Spector inquiring about your hand injury

Imagine Khonshu trying to convince you to be his avatar

Imagine going present shopping for the Avengers

Imagine the Avengers when they learn that you and Bucky were attacked

Imagine Clint coming to you after a mission gone wrong

Imagine Fury asking you to be a diversion

Series

The Rider’s Guardian - Robbie Reyes x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Stowaway Cloak -  Stephen Strange, Reader (platonic)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandoms masterlist #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #loki imagine #loki x reader #thor x reader #thor imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark fluff #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve imagine #steve x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #avengers imagine #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #stephen strange imagine #stephen strange x reader #robbie reyes x reader #robbie reyes imagine #clint barton imagine #clint barton x reader #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader

[sundropstories]

Not a Secret

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: The team witnesses you and Bucky kiss for the first time and you start to realize they don't all know you guys are married. Or even in a relationship.

a/n: This takes place kinda after civil war. Timeline will make more sense in the little story <3

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Bucky has been away on a mission for a bit now with most of the team. I've stayed behind with Peter, Kate, and some of our newer younger avengers. To just kinda hangout and keep them on track with training.

"Y/n, Mr.Stark just let me know they're on their way back now."

"Thanks Peter!" I say, a smile spreading on my face.

I miss Bucky so much! This is the longest we've been apart...since we've been together.

—

The elevator door opens and I practically jump off the couch to see my husband.

"Oh my god I missed you guys!" I say rushing to give everyone hugs.

This might seem like I'm crazy but, they've been on this mission for about two months. I guess some guy was making the serum..you know the serum. So they all went to figure that all out. So I've been hanging out with a bunch of teenagers for a couple months of course I miss my adult friends!

—

I'm speaking to Natasha about the mission when my favorite super soldier finally walks in.

"Yay your back!" I yell jumping into his arms to kiss him. The whole room falls silent and the energy shifts.

"Well she didn't miss the rest of us that much." I barely hear Tony say. Too focused on the handsome man looking back at me.

We pull away arms still holding each other. "You guys want me to give you all welcome back kisses?" I raise my eyebrow questioning them and let out a small laugh.

"You will not be doing that. You're only allowed to kiss your husband." Bucky says from behind me. It was then I started to notice the confused faces turn into surprised faces.

Then Sam speaks up "Excuse me, you guys are married?!"

I look back at Bucky, who still has an arm around my waist. "Are they fucking with us right now" I whisper. He just furrows his eyebrows in response.

I turn back to the team and lift my left hand showing my ring and he does the same. "Yeah..." I say to the team.

"When did you guys get married?" Natasha joins in on  questioning us.

"2017..but, no one was talking so we just had a small reception." Bucky finally answers.

"So why'd you guys keep it a secret?" Sam questions.

"What?" I start laughing "It's not a secret. Steve, Wanda, and Vision we're at the wedding. And we couldn't get a hold of the rest of you."

"Also some of you refused to talk to some of us at the time so we just...forgot to tell you. But, we thought you'd have figured it out after we all moved into the compound together..." Bucky adds.

This is so weird. I mean we're not exactly the most flashy couple but damn. For super hero's and spy's they're not very observant.

" I don't understand how we never noticed. Probably because You guys live in separate rooms." Tony says.

"No." I say. "Bucky and I share Bucky's old room, I've never used that spare room before."

It was weird at the time when he gave me that room but I just thought it was like an extra or something I don't know...

"I just thought you guys were like besties or something. I never thought Bucky to be the relationship type he's just so.. you know." Sam says letting out a small laugh.

—

After that really weird conversation Bucky and I went up to our room to finally just be together.

I missed this.

"It's so nice to finally have you back this bed feels so empty when you're gone." I say plopping myself onto the bed.

"I missed you so much doll." Bucky says laying next to me.

I shift to be laying in his arms, and look up so our faces are only inches apart.

"I love you Bucky."

"I love you too y/n."

#james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fic #bucky barns imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky x you

[angelltheninth]

For your fav MCU characters, can you do how protective they would be of their lover/partner on a scale of 1-10, 1 being not at all and 10 being overly protective.

An interesting ask I've done protective headcanons before but never with a ranking system.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Jane Foster, Druig, Shang-Chi, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, protectiveness, kissing, PDA

A/N: I'm not quite sure how to format this one so I'll try it this way and see how it works out.

STEVE ROGERS - 7/10

He never quite manages to leave that good old quality that just makes him worry about you when you're not around but he's never overbearing about it when you're together. He likes having you next to him, he loves seeing your smile, he likes knowing that he's the one making that smile happen and he will try his boy scout best to keep that smile on your face the best way he knows how, by supporting you and being by your side when you need him.

BUCKY BARNES - 9/10

It's unlikely that you'll go somewhere and not have Bucky at your side. He knows he can be overbearing but he's lost a few too many people and he never wants you to be on that list. He's soft and sweet about it most of the time. He's hovering over you when you're out, his arm always on your hip, or holding yours, glaring at the people around you, signaling them to keep their distance, that includes those lewd looks they're throwing your way. Or else he will throw hands.

SAM WILSON - 6/10

He has seen first hand a lot of the hardships of this world, both ones that he has had to deal with and those closest to him. He wants to protect you of course but he will not coddle you too much. Always has a comforting smile, a gentle touch, and an encouraging kiss ready for you when he knows you need them but he trusts you to take care of most things by yourself. If you feel like you can't for whatever reason you always know he is right there beside you, ready to take on anything or anyone.

CLINT BARTON - 8/10

Not easy for him to let go of his fears that you might vanish on him again if he takes his eyes off you. He never wants you to feel smothered by him but he also really, really needs you to know that he will never let you disappear again, he will never watch that happen again. His every kiss feels like the first and the last, his every smile, every declaration of love being a bullseye straight to your heart from the amount of love he pours into each one.

NATASHA ROMANOFF - 8/10

Protective and deadly go hand in hand with her. Luckily due to her reputation it hardly ever gets physical with anyone, one sharp look their way is enough to make them think twice. She is always making sure to keep an eye on you, or at least text you to see if you're doing alright if she's on a mission. Really just hearing your voice puts her mind at ease. When she comes back she's a little more clingy then normal but that's only because she missed you so much.

THOR - 9/10

Good luck pushing him away when he gets protective. He's like a big, muscly ball of smiles and thunder, or punches and thunder to anyone who crosses you or says anything bad about you. He's always singing your praises to anyone willing and unwilling to listen and is ready to argue about them. Super cuddly whenever he gets the chance to be and don't even get him started on lending you his jacket or hoodie when you go out to let people know that you're together.

LOKI - 5/10

Looks out for himself more then anyone. He expects you to keep up with him, he wants someone who is his equal, not someone who follows him around like a puppy and needs to be treated as such. His protective nature is mostly done in mischievous, and sometimes panful, deeds to those he determines have crossed the line of his patience. It never ends well for them, but it always makes him laugh while he slings an arm around your shoulder and walks away to see what else you can get up to.

JANE FOSTER - 8/10

She's been protective before but once she took up Mjolnir it's become a little amplified. She's not constantly around you but she makes her presence well known when she senses that there's something wrong. Can't help but get in the face of whoever is causing you trouble and give them a piece of her mind, or fists if it comes to that but she would really prefer not to hurt people if it could be avoided, she's still a sweetie at heart after all.

DRUIG - 10/10

What else needs to be said except that he's so protective that he takes you away to where he knows no one will hurt you, to his own community. There he knows you'll always be safe and happy. He's a bit of a mushy pushover when it comes to making sure that you are as happy as can be but to those he thinks would threaten that he will be their worst nightmare.

SHANG-CHI - 7/10

If you already know how to defend yourself then he will watch you do so with great amusement and only jump in if he sees you really need help. But if you can't he would gladly show you a few moves, not just in martial arts either. He's a pretty relaxed guy all things considered and honestly he likes watching you kick some ass. One thing that he will do more often then not however is have his arm around your shoulders and his jacket tied around your waist, a small sign of your relationship but an important one to him.

KATE BISHOP - 8/10

She may give off cute golden retriever vibes but she's got a lot of bite to her if anyone messes with you, that's for damn sure. Because she's got eyes like a hawk she can spot trouble pretty easily and be by your side even faster. She likes to kiss you un public, weather it be your cheek or your hand. Kisses on the lips are just for the two of you, no one else, that's the only thing she's pretty adamant about.

PETER PARKER - 8/10

Well he's been gone for a long time and while much has changed in that time his protectiveness of you has not. He's always sending you cute little texts and leaving cute notes stuck to the most random places in your apartment, making sure you take good care of yourself when he's not around. He knows that you work hard and can sometimes forget the little things so this is his way of taking care of you and your needs from afar. In person he's mostly all jokes and smiles around everyone and prefers not to get into a fight if he can resolve it in a different way.

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summary : wilbur is a quiet guy, but there’s so much more to him than he shows. over swapped shifts, post it notes and paperback novels, you unravel him bit by bit.

genre : fluff

warnings : mentions of alcohol/drinking

pairing : musicianbur x fem!librarian! reader

pronouns : none (i think) reader is described as a “girl” and using other feminine descriptors

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, musicianbur, college!librarian! wilbur

word count : 2.6k

note : sorry this took. one million years. i had my exams and i turned 17, and then i went out of state to visit family, but i’ve had this in my drafts and i’ve been working on and off for a while. i hope you enjoy this, i’m thinking about maybe making it multi part? if people are into that? @starsyoubreaklikesugardust <333

You sincerely regret covering for your coworker. The campus library has a consistent, albeit small, staff. You work the same days every week; Monday morning, Tuesday afternoon and Thursday morning. The head librarian, Theresa, was more than willing to give you extra shifts whenever you needed. The library was where most of the richer students’ parents donated, and you were insanely lucky to get your job there. As a result of the consistent schedule, you work with two people regularly; Henry, who shares your major, and Janine, who’s one of the sweetest people you know. The rest of your coworkers, you knew exclusively through Theresa and her insistence of having staff get togethers at any opportunity.

There’s Chastity, who lives on your floor, and her girlfriend Kate. You got a front row seat to their first kiss after three months of egging them on with Janine at Henry’s 20th birthday. There are three more workers that work during the week on alternating shifts to you; Sam, the newest member of the term; Hae-Won, the only person who had worked there longer than you and Theresa; and Wilbur.

Wilbur, who was currently your new coworker as you started working five days a week. Hae-Won’s mother was sick, and Theresa had begged you to cover for them while they flew interstate to go take care of her. You’d been working at the campus library since you were a freshman, and they’d always been good to you. You had agreed, and now you were needing to rush from class to the library after every single one of your lectures. Sam, Henry and Theresa had all assured you that if you were late because of class you wouldn’t lose your job, but you felt bad leaving them with all the work.

Wilbur has barely spoken a word to you since you’d started working the same shifts. He’s not rude or angry, just quiet as far as you can tell. You like him. You both keep to yourselves, and Wilbur doesn’t snitch on you for smuggling your sandwiches out of the office when you browse the stacks during your breaks.

He doesn’t get mad at you for being late when you are, and he always puts stuff on the top shelf whenever you ask. He’s soft, and incredibly smart. You learn about him through hushed evenings in the office, both of you dead on your feet after you’ve locked the doors, neither of you wanting to leave quite yet. The low light gives his eyes an amber glow the same colour as sun as it peeks through the slats in the blinds of the office, surrounded on all four sides by large windows. The fishbowl, the kids call it when they come in on Friday afternoons. Not quite, you think. You’re both too boring to be fish, you make a joke when you hear a young boy say it. Wilbur gets a look in his eyes that he keeps for the next hour until you confront him. “Sometimes people don’t look a fish ‘cause they’re interesting,” he all-but whispers when you ask, eyes aglow and top row of teeth pulling on his bottom lip. “Sometimes they’re just pretty.”

You get to know Wilbur over campus coffees, and handmade bookmarks inspired by the paperbacks he checks out every week. Through his handwritten post-it note on the corner of the main monitor at the front desk, a stack of books with a cat perched on top, his writing slanted but mainly kept between the spines of each book. A request for a novel you’ve never heard of, but vow to search for. Theresa is the one who handles incoming books, but that’s not going to stop you from finding it yourself.

You begin to find those sticky-notes around more and more. There’s one resting on top of your backpack for you to find as you return from the bathroom. That’s a pretty skirt, the first one says. You should wear your hair like that more often, one three days later on the stack of returns he’s asked you to reshelve. There’s one a week after that forces a smile on your face. This made me think of you. It’s resting on a tiny journalist style notebook, one where you flip on the top. It’s got a quote from your favourite novel on it, and you slip the sticky note inside it gingerly, tucking it into the front pocket of your backpack. That afternoon during your lunch break, you go to the craft store instead of staying in and get yourself some post it notes. Yours are in the shape of a lemon, and when Wilbur goes into the fishbowl to grab his stuff once your shift is over, he finds one stuck to the side of his bag. Two words, ten numbers, all in your handwriting. Call me.

So he does, he calls you that very night. Despite the late time, you guys stay on the phone for nearly three hours. The next shift you two share, you tease him. “I thought you were meant to be the quiet type,” you giggle as his ears turn pink, him intentionally facing away from you to shield the smitten grin on his face as he pretends to write something on the staff calendar. “You had a lot to say the other night.”

It continues that way for a while, nightly phone calls in which you finally get to hear him talk unabashedly about the things he’s interested in. He’s in a band, he confesses shyly one night when you’re both on the verge of sleep. You don’t reply for a second, and he thinks you might have dozed off. You pipe up after a moment, voice heavy with sleep and Wilbur thinks he can’t possibly like you more. “Your first gig’s Saturday, right?” He nods, even if you can’t see him. You keep going anyway. “I’ll be there.”

He wishes you hadn’t told him, because he spends the next three days stressing. Performing always makes him a little anxious, a healthy amount of butterflies, as his friends say. But this is too much. He changes his shirt three times on Saturday night, twice because he wants you to like it, and another time because he sweated through the third one. He blames it on the intensity of the lights, when the drummer asks him if he’s okay, but they can all see the way his eyes are locked onto your frame, tucked into a little corner of the underground bar they’re playing. They play for about forty minutes, and you’re a little embarrassed to admit that you’ve never heard a single song they did.

Wilbur goes into the little backstage area after their last song, and his bandmates will swear he’s never moved so fast in his life. He’s chugging a bottle of water while trying to wrestle his guitar off his back, his glasses fogged up from the sweat covering his face. there are a few bothersome strands sticking to his cheeks, but he doesn’t care about that. He just wants to see you.

He gets to your corner and the table is empty. No, the table has things on it. Your chair is empty. There is something on the table. He reaches it and flops down into the chair you were just sitting in. A waitress brings him a glass of lemonade that you ordered for him and he gulps it down gratefully. He allows himself a few moments to bask in the post-show high. You might not be there, but that only brought his mood down slightly. He did it.

He is a little hurt that you didn’t stick around, but it’s nearing 10 and he knows you have a test on Monday. He takes another long swig of his drink, and reaches blindly for the one other object on the table; a paperback novel. It’s his favourite. He didn’t even remember telling you it was his favourite, but somehow you knew. His heart hammers inside his chest and he has to remember how to breathe for a second. He’d looked everywhere for that, even going as far as to see if he could order it online.

He flips open the cover, just to check, and he finds a scrawled message beneath the title page. Heard you were hoping to get your hands on one. I hope you enjoy. You’ll have to tell me all about it.

And he does. It takes him less than a week to read the entire book, and he comes to you on a random Thursday, eyes sparkling with a glint you’ve only ever seen that one night he was performing, and he leans over the front desk where you’re standing and before you can even process it he’s taking your head in his hands and pulling you into a firm hug. You’re not as tall, so you’re on your toes as you lean over the desk, struggling to wrap your arms around his torso as he hugs you.

And then he’s talking, loud and clear, and if the library was open people would be giving him dirty looks for how unashamedly he’s speaking to you. You revel in it. He keeps his hands enclosing yours and you lean over the desk to get as close to him as you can, wanting to absorb every single word out of his mouth. Wanting to breathe it in and keep it between your ribs.

Eventually he lets you go to go do some work, but you decide at that moment that you never want him to shut up again.

So, he doesn’t. With constant encouragement from you, Wilbur becomes more outspoken. Of course, there were the phone calls, but he was still reserved in person. He seems to take up more space over the next few weeks, unfurling slowly like an old painting, perfectly preserved with so much beauty to show once he was out in the open. It starts as small things, the way he calls out to you across the library after closing instead of approaching you to tell you softly. You’re almost in mourning, feeling like you’d lost that closeness with Wilbur that only you seem to have. The notion that once you put something out into the world it no longer belongs to you. Not that he ever did, not like that at least.

You’d feel like that and then Wilbur would do something so small, so sacred, that your heart would ache. Whispering jokes in your ear, fingers brushing yours when he passes you a book he thinks you’ll enjoy, grabbing onto both of your hands when he got so excited about something that he needed a physical tether to you to stop himself from floating away, into the air that he was now filling so wonderfully.

The others started noticing it too; Theresa mentioning to you how much more confident he seemed after he’d left the room, Sam, who brightened now that Wilbur seemed to return his enthusiasm, even the bassist of Wilbur’s band, who you ran into at a coffee shop, said he was different.

His band got another gig at a bigger bar, and of course you were invited again. This time you planned on sticking around for the whole thing, letting him wrap you in a sweaty hug once he ran off stage. “You were so good,” you gush, your breath on his ear sending shivers down his spine. His hands ghost up and down your arm, and you can’t bring yourself to let go of him. “But, Wil. Seriously, enough is enough.”

He pulls away just enough to get a clear picture of your face, shadows covering one side, the dim lighting in the venue not doing enough to take away from just how pretty you look.

“You guys need to start playing songs I know the words to.”

Your fake annoyance makes him laugh, one of the most genuine laughs you’ve ever heard from him. Warm, and thick, like caramel. Like his eyes when the two of you are huddled together in the fishbowl and he’s laughing, like there will never be enough time to spend with you. Because there isn’t.

His hands stop in their motions, and he notices your bare arms. “You’re freezing, lovely. Here.” He steps away from you and shrugs off his button up, leaving him in just a white-sleeved tee as he guides your arms in. The sleeves cover your hands and he goes as far as to roll them up delicately. His face is an inch from yours as he unwraps his hands from your wrist, and your fingers toy gently with a stray curl that bounces when you release it from your grip.

This time it’s you who takes Wilbur’s jaw in your hands, fingers running over his stubble. He’s drunk, hasn’t had a drop of alcohol the entire time, but well and truly intoxicated as he pulls you into him again, nose pressed to your hairline. “I’m so proud of you.” You mumble into his shoulder, and for a second, time is frozen.

You’re both brought out of it by rousing cheers from Wilbur’s bandmates, the guitarist and drummer both bullying Wilbur for not introducing you to them earlier. The bassist greets you warmly, and the three of them try to convince you both to go out for a drink. Wilbur’s the one who ends up ushering you out, arm around your shoulders as he placates his bandmates. Throwing a “We’ve got an early morning tomorrow at work,” over his shoulder as he steered you towards his car.

He’s only half lying. You do both have work the next day, however the library’s closed and Theresa’s hosting a party to thank everyone for their hard work. It starts at two, so you’re revelling in the fact that you get to sleep in. That doesn’t stop you from inviting Wilbur up to your apartment, though. Nor does it stop the two of you deciding to watch a movie together on the couch in your living room. It doesn’t even stop Wilbur from whispering to you while the credits roll. “You look so lovely tonight.” You flush, tearing your eyes from his face, looking down at where his hands are on your waist instead. “Can I kiss you?”

It definitely doesn’t stop you from nodding your head emphatically, your hands delving into his hair as he presses his lips to yours for the first time.

He tastes like spearmint gum and the mango of your lip gloss, his hands steadying you both and gripping onto the couch cushion. He pulls away just enough to murmur, “You’re wonderful,” and suddenly you’re so happy you’re laughing. He laughs too, taking your head in his hands until you’re kissing him again, and when he leaves nearly two hours later he’s gripping your hands so tight your breath hitches, promising he’ll see you at the party later.

And hours later, when you’re sipping on lemonade and leaning against one of the windows of the fishbowl, he sidles up to you and leans his head on top of yours. “My pretty girl.” Your hand wraps around his, and the two of you stand there for a few minutes in a comfortable silence, watching your coworkers mingle. He’d never been so outward in his affections, not when surrounded by people you both worked with. He was a reserved man, preferring to let loose around his family, his bandmasters, and you. But of course, that doesn’t stop him from pressing a kiss to your hairline, the two of you inside the library office, gazing outside into the rest of the library. “So so pretty.”

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masterlist :)

welcome to my blog!

rules + guidelines

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last updated: december 13, 2023

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☆ = personal favorites

Marvel

More Than Capable (Kate Bishop x reader)

Mahd Wy'ry (Thena x reader)

Tara Carpenter

drunk ☆

arachnophobia

notes

sisters, sisters

the shakespeare exhibit ☆ ⤷ part 2 ⤷ drabble 1 ⤷ part 3 ⤷ part 4 ⤷ part 5 ⤷ part 6 (smut, 18+) ⤷ drabble 2 ⤷ part 7 ⤷ drabble 3 ⤷ part 8 ⤷ drabble 4 ⤷ part 9 ⤷ drabble 5

distrust

Wednesday Addams

a love more than love

a child?!

Vada Cavell

sore loser

childhood friends

wisdom teeth ☆

party ⤷part 2 (smut, 18+)

first time (smut, 18+)

miscommunication

meddling mia

distant

backseat (smut, 18+)

my tears are becoming a sea

truck

the chase ☆

emergency

Jenna Ortega

more than friends?

stressed

hot tub (smut, 18+)

this is how it feels ☆

amnesia

midnight guest ☆

call your mom (heavy topics, 18+) ☆

paparazzi

what is grief if not love persevering?

Amber Freeman

a drunken kiss

no strings attached...right?

a clingy drunk ☆

moth to a flame

Sam Carpenter

five more minutes

sisters, sisters

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Master list isn’t always up to date

Natasha Romanoff

Daddy

Girls

Too late

It’s you?

Lake (kinda part two to it’s you)

Not so easy

You would never

You know how to ride?

Worth it

Cheater

Relationship?!

Coach

Scars

You’re homeeeee

Childish

Only you

Take my love

Break

Welcome to the family

Super super soldier

Reasons

Wanda Maximoff

Flirt

I fucked up

Oh darling

Kate Bishop

Group dates

Bestie

Scarlett Johansson

Set

I’m sorry

Tell me you won’t leave

Hailee Steinfeld

More than benefits

Wanda X Natasha X reader

Poor Y/N

Wednesday Addams

A plushy?!

All the other pretty girls

Jenna Ortega x reader

Situations 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Truth or lie?

Kiss

Stunt

Funny story

Long time ago

Should have told ya

See you again

Tara carpenter x reader

PTSD, anxiety

Trust

Stray dog

Own world

Wreck

Motherfucker

Vada Cavell x reader

Where were you?

Sam Carpenter x reader

Poisoned

Five fucking years

Just a little whipped

Whyyy?

You for real?

Oh honey

Melissa Barrera x reader

Yo shorty

Anxiety

I need you

Bartender and murderer

Margot Robbie

You so small

Leighton murray

My idiot

I meant to

I’m here for you

Tutors to lovers

Oh I know

You’re better than me

Softie

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Thanksgiving

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha brings you home for Thanksgiving

Note: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I’m thankful for y’all! This features a lot of Avengers peeps. Based on this request. I hope you enjoy it!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

“We’re here!” Natasha says as she opens the front door of the Barton’s farmhouse. You notice how the door was unlocked and waiting for her to open it.

“Auntie Nat!” all three of Clint’s kids come running to her at the same time and she hugs each of them, telling them how she missed them. They soak up her affection like sponges.

“Welcome back, Nat!” Laura appears from the kitchen and hugs her. “And you must be y/n.” She hugs you as well and you feel your heart warm.

“Nice to meet you,” you say back. Nat wraps an arm around your waist.

“Come on in and make yourself at home,” Laura says as she gestures to the living room. You look around and see a lot of the Avengers are here too.

Wanda sits on the couch talking to Sam, Steve and Bucky sit by the fireplace, and Tony along with Pepper and Morgan are bundled up in the recliner. Peter Parker is playing video games with Cooper and the newest Avengers Kate and Kamala.

Natasha moves you both towards the living room to greet everyone.

“Come sit by me!” Wanda says, her arms reaching out for you. Besides Natasha, Wanda is your absolute favorite person in the world.

“Go on, detka. I’m going to go see if I can help Laura in the kitchen,” Nat says. She drops a quick kiss to your cheek.

You sit by Wanda on the couch, and she hugs you. It’s easy to fall into conversation with the rest of the group. When you look around, you admire how much the team feels like a family. And that feeling intensifies as Natasha comes back into the room and announces that the food is ready.

Everyone piles into the dining room, that Clint never got around to remodeling, and settles in for the meal. You sit next to Nat, and she keeps her right hand on your leg while you begin to eat.

“Alright, let’s all go around the table and say what we’re thankful for,” Laura suggests.

“I’ll go first,” Tony volunteers. “I’m thankful for my genius brain.” He laughs and Pepper shoots him a look of endearment and annoyance. “But really, I’m thankful for Pepper and Morgan, my two favorite people. And the spider kid, too.”

Each person around the tables says what they’re thankful for. It’s a myriad of thanks for family, friends, life, and safety. When it comes to your turn, you feel shy but Nat squeezes your thigh to ease some of your worry.

“I’m thankful for Natasha,” you start. Everyone awes. “And I’m really thankful for all of you who feel like my family. Thank you for having us all here, Clint and Laura. This is like everything I’ve always wanted Thanksgiving to be.” You notice a few people tearing up and the importance of this moment isn’t lost on you.

“How am I going to follow that?” Natasha jokes as she kisses your cheek briefly. She effectively lightens the mood. “I’m thankful for y/n. You made me feel alive again and continue to make me the happiest woman in the world every day.” You start crying from happiness and Nat smiles at you sweetly. “And I’m also thankful for everyone here.”

“To friends that have become family,” Laura holds up her glass for a toast.

“To friends that have become family!” everyone says as they clink their glasses together.

The rest of the day is filled with food, conversations about the other holidays coming up, and relaxing together.

Natasha holds you on the couch and you snuggle into her. You get a quiet moment and brush your nose against her neck to get her attention.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you say.

“Of course, baby. Thank you for coming with me,” Nat replies. She kisses your forehead.

With all the thanks going around, you are most thankful that the woman holding you feels like home. And home is where the heart is.

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omg hi i love your scream fics but i was wondering if you could write #23 from the prompt list for simon from fear street?? he is sooo underrated <3

more than a one night stand

ship: simon kalivoda x gn!reader summary: “just once.” (x) warnings: reader gives a blowjob word count: 588

Just once, is what you had said.

You thought it was your last night on Earth, who could blame you? Dying a virgin would have been a total bummer. Simon had agreed, and so, you had lost your virginity to your best friend in a dirty school bathroom, not expecting to survive until sunrise.

And then you did. Simon did, too. And Kate, Sam, Deena, and Josh. Everyone lived.

And now, things were fucking awkward.

You kept finding excuses to not be alone with Simon, unwilling to talk about what had happened back at the school. You certainly weren’t ready to confront the wetness in your underwear when you walked by the same bathroom later that week.

You couldn't avoid it forever, though. You and Simon both weren't fans of vulnerability, but the friendship was just too valuable to lose.

It was a Sunday evening when Simon showed up at your house, dangling his car keys with a shy smile, his silent way of inviting you on a drive.

How could you say no to that face?

His car played Radiohead quietly as you climbed into the passenger's seat, and he drove the short distance to the local park you two liked to smoke at.

"So," he said.

"So," you replied.

It was tense. You hated tense. It was time to rip the goddamn bandaid off.

"We thought we were gonna die," you said. "But...I don't regret it."

"Me either," Simon replied, a look of relief washing over his face. "And I...I mean, I wouldn't mind...doing it again, sometime. If you know, you wanted to. If not, that's fine, I don't wanna push—"

You shut him up with a kiss, leaning over the car's center console to cup his face in your hands.

"No condoms," he breathed after a bit of making out, sensing where your mind was heading.

"Then let me help you out with this," you said, hand reaching to cup the bulge in his jeans.

His needy moan and full-body shiver were adorable. You knew he wasn't going to last long if you did it, but you didn't care. It was weirdly endearing that he lacked stamina.

You had never sucked a dick before, but you understood the concept. No teeth, breath through your nose, it'll taste salty. It couldn't be too complicated.

Simon leaned his seat back, hands clumsily making work of the button and zipper as you took a deep breath, watching as he pulled out his cock, wet with precum and clearly desperate.

You bent down and experimentally licked along his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting his precum and being surprised at how not disgusting it tasted.

He wasn't huge, but he wasn't small, either. You had seen Simon's cock before that night, accidentally walking into the bathroom or changing in the same room. It was bigger, better, up close, in your mouth, inside of you.

You had barely put his whole cock in your mouth before he came, clearly embarrassed, but you just grinned at him.

"Where'd you learn how to do that? I thought I was your first," he said, a teasing tone of faux-betrayal.

"You were! I just winged it," you responsed.

He scoffed. "Well, you are already a master at your craft."

Simon smirked as he cupped your jaw, bringing you in for a kiss.

"Your turn," he whispered.

Fucking your best friend turned out to be the best decision of your life, and you were glad it would be more than just one time.

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