#team iron man forever and ever

[esouliie]

– TEARS ON THE GRAND PIANO

– pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader (MINI SERIES)

– synopsis: moving on from the only person you’ve ever loved is proving to be hard… so hard that hiring an escort seems to be the only way forward.

– warnings: poor dialogue lmao but my excuse is that it was written a while ago, offensive language, word count: 3K

– Prologue | Chapter 1

13TH NOVEMBER 2022

You were pretty sure your face was melting off with the way your cheeks burned against your hands. Your jaw ached tremendously from clenching, each muscle protesting against the pressure of the emotions welling up inside you.

The room felt like a pressure cooker, and the silence was the ever-tightening lid that threatened to explode at any moment.

The weight of awaiting unspoken words hung in the air, creating a palpable discomfort that gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. Seconds stretched into minutes, each passing moment intensifying the unease.

Your mind raced, replaying the events that led to this standoff… of sorts.

Joining the Avengers four years ago wasn't anything you would’ve expected for yourself. Raised as a normal teenage girl in a quiet suburban household, with a normal life planned ahead of you, you never imagined that your destiny would lead you to the extraordinary world of superheroes.

Tony Stark, the genius behind the Iron Man suit, approached you with an offer that would change your life forever. He explained that the world needed new heroes, and your unique abilities were the missing piece they had been searching for. After some hesitation and contemplation, you decided to accept the invitation to join the team.

And here you are - now a grown woman - sitting across from the same Tony Stark. His jaw was slack, eyes wide to an almost inhuman degree. For a man who had faced gods, aliens, and powerful foes, the revelation seemed to have caught even the Iron Man off guard.

To put it shortly, he was stunned. Such an uncharacteristic reaction from the philanthropist.

“What did you just say?” He finally managed to answer.

This was supposed to be easy; simple enough to not stress you even more, but you should've known that nothing comes easy with this man.

“I think you heard me, Tony.”

“Yeah, but I never thought I’d hear that… come out of your mouth.” He slaps his hand against the chair excitedly. He was both amused and bewildered by the unexpected turn of events.

“I mean, everyone thought you were a virgin, with the lack of relationships over the years, but I guess not, huh?”

His laughter irritated you no doubt.

Despite being twenty-three years old, your teammates, in their misguided assumptions, were certain you were a virgin. It was a label that stuck, fuelled by your shyness about your personal life. No one ever dared to inquire about your relationship status, but subtle concerns were shared between them, creating an unspoken curiosity.

In reality, your heart harboured a secret love for someone you couldn't have – a person who existed in the realms of impossibility. It was a love that had silently grown over the years, nurtured in the shadows of silent words and unfulfilled desires.

“So, you want me to set you up with an escort?” He asks, humour still evident in his voice.

You nod, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation washing over you. Your eyes briefly met his before retreating to your fidgeting hands, the room still echoing with his laughter.

“That’s fine. But first, I need you to answer some questions.” Tony continues, his tone shifting to a more serious note.

Confusion creeps across your face as you tilt your head, thrown off course by his unexpected shift in seriousness.

“First of all, why?” He inquires, leaning back in his chair and studying your reaction.

You hesitate for a moment, contemplating how much you should reveal. "It's complicated. There was someone… but the feelings weren’t mutual, and it’s time to move on. I thought this might be a way to help me do that."

Tony raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Feelings, huh? Well, I'm all ears. Spill the beans. Who's the lucky guy?"

You sigh again, knowing that this part might complicate things. “It’s not something … I just don’t think-,” You don’t want to tell him, it feels all too frightening, “I can’t say.”

He hums lowly, observing your obviously nervous state.

“Okay. What’s your preference?”

Your confusion grows.

He sighs, “Male or female?”

He asks so simply whereas you’re caught off guard.

Your ears burn in embarrassment as the implication dawns on you. You knew this would have to be spoken about at some point, you just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

“Uh, I t-think, female.”

Tony can't help but wear a sly grin. “So not a virgin and not into dudes. No wonder you shot Sam down.”

The mention of Sam makes you cringe, recalling your first encounter with the man who couldn’t take a hint that you were definitely not interested.

You attempt to regain your composure before warning Tony to be serious, but he interrupts your process, seemingly already moved on from your revelation.

“Anyways, what else?”

Again, you’re stumbling over how to answer but he saves you this time, deciding to lighten up on the teasing.

“I’m talking physically. What would you want her to look like? Tall, short, blonde, brunette, redhead?” His hands move drastically as if sculpting an imaginary figure in the air.

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was serious. "Does it matter?"

“Well, yeah, escorts are usually pricey, especially the ones I use to hire so… you might as well fuck someone you’re actually attracted to.”

He was right. It would cost a fortune for a high-end escort. Given your public image and the constant scrutiny you faced, you realise that anyone you brought into your private space would need to be discreet and accustomed to the world of celebrities. There would be NDAs to sign, and security measures to consider, and the whole process seemed more complex than you had initially thought.

“Assuming you want an escort for that?”

His words interrupt your thinking. He had a knack for understanding things without needing them explicitly stated. It was both a blessing and a curse. The fact that he guessed your intention to hire an escort without you saying it out loud was both impressive and mildly embarrassing.

Your blush deepens.

“I’d prefer her to be taller than me, brunette, green eyes.”

His grin slips slightly, realisation sinking in. Your preference seemed to match the appearance of a certain witch.

“Simple enough.”

“And also, old- actually, she can be my age, but I’d prefer an older woman.” You add, unknowingly unravelling another layer of mystery to your request.

Tony hums.

“Preferably not American, maybe like European, or…”

It couldn’t get any better for the man. The quick panic in your eyes, let alone the twitch in your lip, helped finalise his theory.

But ever the optimistic, there’s no way he’d caught that slip.

There are a lot of tall, brunette Europeans in America.

Surely.

He rests his head in his hand, feigning false nonchalance, “Sounds familiar.”

Oh.

Wanda Maximoff arrived in America with a heavy heart and a troubled past. The scars of Sokovia and the loss of her brother, Pietro, weighed on her soul, but she was determined to forge a new life. She was haunted by the memories of experimentation and the pain that had been inflicted upon her throughout her life. The scars, both physical and emotional, served as a constant reminder of the darkness she had endured. Yet, as she stepped onto American soil, she felt a glimmer of hope.

Hope for a new life.

Almost every day, she participated in training sessions to harness and control her formidable powers. Vision, an android and fellow Avenger, became her mentor and confidant. Together, they worked tirelessly to channel her abilities, turning the chaos into controlled strength.

Her dark eyeliner that used to coat her waterline thinned with each passing day. Her green eyes, now a striking contrast against her porcelain skin, began to reflect not only her pain but also the resilience that lay within. Her long, brunette locks remained a constant, gracefully cascading down her back.

The Sokovian Accords had torn her away from your life, but Steve Rogers, the man with an unyielding sense of justice, had set her free. She had been detained, left to rot in chains and a power-disabling device. But now, she lived in the shadows, on the run from those who sought to control her immense power.

The next time you saw her was on the battlefield in Wakanda. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the Wakandan landscape, and you found yourself standing amidst the chaos of the battlefield. The air was charged with tension, tangible electricity that mirrored the clash between the forces before you. Amid the chaos, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, moving with purpose and grace.

Wanda. The woman you once knew as a fiery teenager, full of anger and confusion, had transformed into someone entirely new. Her crimson hair, cut to a length that framed her face, caught the fading sunlight as she weaved through the battlefield.

The old Wanda you knew was gone and yet she was still as beautiful. Still the same Wanda you were in love with.

Even so, she was your best friend.

The age difference never seemed to matter; you clicked in a way that transcended space and time. To you, her friendship was everything. And yet, as life unfolded, so did the unexpected twist of emotions that left you utterly devoted to her.

But your love was unrequited. She fell for Vision. The robot born from the mind stone, the same stone that granted Wanda her powers. They clicked instantly.

Unrequited love can be a heavy burden, and you carried it silently, painfully. From a distance, you observed the deep connection between Wanda and Vision strum stronger. Your heart ached, knowing that you never stood a chance against the android who had become the love of her life.

Her space and time.

And then came Westview. It hit you like a tidal wave of sorrow. Wanda, now known as The Scarlet Witch, had created an alternate reality in an attempt to find solace, to build a life where she could have everything she ever wanted. It was a bittersweet revelation - she had her family, but it was a fragile illusion. Life had decided to take everything good from this woman and that included her husband and twin boys.

Learning about their fates left you shattered. It had been a while since you cried over Wanda. You felt so much for the witch. To you, she deserved the universe but for all the time you knew her, she had only experienced pain.

It was a heartbreaking paradox - the one who could rewrite reality couldn't escape her own suffering.

Tony moves closer to you, breaking you out of your trance.

“You could always look for her.” His hand hovers over yours, unsure.

“No, I couldn’t,” You whisper gently, afraid your voice will betray you, “I don’t want to.”

He doesn’t say anything as he moves back to his original position, battling with himself whether to accept your defeat or encourage you to fight for love.

“Okay. I'll look into it.” He answers shortly.

“Thank you, Tony.”

You really do appreciate his help. He has always been there for you, a fun yet steady presence in your life. He had guided you through tough times in your career and offered a shoulder to cry on when needed. In many ways, he was more than just a friend – he was like an older brother.

“It won’t take long for me to find your woman. So make sure you’re ready for the best night of your life.” He concludes by flicking his tongue grossly between his pointer and middle finger.

But he’ll always be a pig.

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15TH DECEMBER 2022

A few weeks later, you found yourself in the penthouse suite of one of Tony’s infamous drunk hotel purchases- The Ritz. He had managed to find an escort that fit your preferences within the same night, but due to conflicting schedules and multiple anxiety attacks, you pushed the date back as much as you could.

Tony helped you understand all the unspoken rules of high-end escort services. For high-risk clients, such as yourself, it’s imperative that a fake name is given.

Monica Dunn.

Tony said you didn’t look like a Monica but you didn’t care. You’re pretty sure it wasn’t an escort’s job to care what name their clients use.

Afterwards, NDAs are usually signed, despite the use of a false identity, just in case the escort discovered who the clients were, and sold the information to the press.

This has happened before. You giggle, remembering the scandalous article about Tony and his rendezvous with an escort that gladly divulged a particular fetish of his.

Five minutes before the agreed meeting time, the front desk rings, informing you that your guest had checked in and was on her way up.

You pace around the front door, nursing on the almost empty glass of wine. Soft music playing through the TV just outside the large conversation pit, a sunken enclave surrounded by plush, velvety sofas and cushions in hues of deep royal blue and silver. The pit was nestled in the centre of the room, creating a cosy and intimate atmosphere.

Perfect for tonight.

The suite’s architecture was utterly beautiful. The walls were adorned with gilded frames housing masterpieces of renowned artists, and the floors were covered in an expanse of soft, ivory carpet that allowed you to sink your feet into its embrace. A grand chandelier, dripping with crystal prisms, hung majestically above the conversation pit, casting a warm and gentle glow over the entire space.

Residing in front of the large glass windows, a grand piano stood proudly, its polished surface reflecting the glimmering chandelier above. Your eyes were drawn to it, a majestic instrument that seemed to beckon you with its silent invitation. Unable to resist its allure, you gracefully make your way towards it. The rich scent of aged wood and varnish envelopes you. Fingers delicately glide over the smooth keys, feeling the cool touch beneath.

You sit upon the plush bench, posture adjusting with the grace of a seasoned pianist. You begin to play, letting your fingers dance effortlessly across the keys. The room fills with an enchanting melody, each note resonating through the space. Lost in the music, you start to hum along, your voice blending seamlessly with the piano's tune.

The same tune you wrote for Wanda all those years ago. It's been a while since you’ve played this song. You’re not even sure why you’re playing it now.

The keys dip. A sombre note rings true. The music swirls into a reflection of your emotions, a silent expression of the feelings you had kept hidden for so long and how they remained unbound.

“That’s beautiful.” A voice broke through the harmony, pulling you out of your musical reverie.

Startled, you turn to find her standing there, in all her glory.

And time ceases to exist.

She stands tall. The red hair that once defined her is now a rich, deep brown, still its usual thickness and tied into a high ponytail that exudes a casual confidence. Bangs frame her sculpted face as a gloss stains her lips. She looks different. You can't help but marvel at the maturity that now graces her features. There's a certain grace to the lines that weren't there before, a subtle testimony to the experiences that have shaped her.

The room becomes a backdrop to the flood of memories rushing through your mind. The air is thick with festering emotions as you look up at her, trying to process the unexpected reunion. It's been years since you last saw her, and the wounds of her departure still linger.

You don’t say anything but she does. She steps closer, eyes flickering over your stilled hands on the instrument.

She laughs, and familiarity strikes as she recalls the tune you were playing. "Is that the song you were writing that night?"

The question hangs in the air, summoning memories of the last time you shared your dreams and melodies, the things that mean most to you. She was your muse and you had bared your soul to her in your music. And now you’re trapped between the resonating notes of the piano and the echoes of your past.

For a moment, you struggle to maintain composure. Indifference projected as a firm shield, a sort of defence against the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

"It's just a tune." You reply nonchalantly, trying to downplay the significance of the moment.

With that, her gaze intensifies, a shadow of uncertainty rushes across her features.

You can't help but feel a sense of curiosity mixed with a tinge of unease.

All this time that has passed and now she decides to come find you.

You don’t understand why she’s here.

She goes to speak but you interrupt her. “What are you doing here, Wanda?”

She’s lost for words, not even fully sure herself.

“I came to see you.”

Wanda sees the strain on your face. She didn’t have to read your mind to know you were in turmoil. Without much thought, she gently cradles your face in her hands, thumbs tracing delicately over your lips, and you lean into the touch, momentarily forgetting everything that’s occurred over the last few years.

This doesn’t last long. The warmth of her touch turns cold, and you stand up abruptly, the piano bench skirting backwards loudly. Anger simmers beneath the surface.

“Don’t touch me.”

You don’t expect it to hurt as you see the pain your words cause her.  

“Seriously, Wanda. Why are you here?” You continue, voice thick with led.

Wanda sighs, unwilling to lie to you anymore. “Tony sent me.”

#my fics! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff #cr:@florietas

[imtryingbuck]

Never Giving You Up Again

~ gif not mine credit goes to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is in an abusive relationship and calls Bucky (the man shes in love with) when something bad happens

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: Angst. Domestic Abuse NOT BUCKY. Don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable. And the endings really bad – I’m sorry.

Masterlist

Staring at herself in the mirror Y/N didn’t recognise the person staring back. The blackish purplish bruise on her cheek was too dark and big to cover up, the open cut on her eyebrow stung ever so slightly. No matter how much it pained her seeing her own reflection, she simply couldn’t pull her eyes away.

It started four months in to their relationship, it was just a smack across the face which he apologised profusely for and the next day she had woken up to flowers and more apologies. A few months or so later the smacking turned to punches, punches turned to kicking, kicking turned to having objects thrown at her. At first there was a “reason” for the abuse she suffered, but now all she had to do was breathe in his direction and she would be on the receiving end of his rage.

He controlled every aspect of her life especially her food intake, she was so skinny now because of him. The reason for the most recent beating was because the woman he was interested in refused his advances, and because of that Y/N was black and blue with cuts littering her very slim frame.

During the meal she had prepared for him she sat in her usual spot - the floor - whilst he ate and spoke about his shift at work, she paid no attention until “we arrested the prick, he beat his wife up! He beat his pregnant wife up and had the audacity to tell us it was her fault! Y/N he blamed her that prick!” It was ironic that he was calling another abuser a prick but when he did the exact same thing to her, it was out of love.

Later on that night he was getting mad at the football game that was on, his team was losing and she knew she was going to be punished.

After the game had ended the only sounds that filled the apartment was the muffled cries and pleading and the sounds of his fists plummeting down on her timid body. Bless his poor little heart, his fists started to hurt but his anger was still at full force, so he made his way to the bedroom to grab his “favourite” belt. On his was he kicked her in her chest.

She knew, she knew that if she didn’t get away she was not going to survive and with his finding the belt she managed to drag her frail body into the kitchen, surprising herself with the strength she had left of pulling her body up against the counter to grab the knife. She was going to end it all.

His footsteps echoed loudly in the now quiet apartment, he stops and stares at her with nothing but fire in his eyes. “Whatcha gonna do with the knife bunny? Huh? Gonna stab yourself? You wish bitch! I’m the one that gets to kill you!” And then he lunged himself at her. Letting out a scream with her eyes closed she felt warm liquid on her dominant hand, slowly opening her eyes she sees him gasping for breath, his eyes darting back and forth between her eyes and her hand, where the knife was wedged in his stomach. It’s felt like forever with them both looking at the knife until she finally pushed him backwards. They both fell to the ground at the same time.

Y/N couldn’t take her eyes from him even long after his chest stopped rising and falling. Before she knew it the sun had made an appearance, decorating the destroyed space in a warm orange, rosy hue. The pain throbbing her entire body faded rather quickly and was replaced with panic. She murdered her boyfriend, albeit he was abusive but mutrdered him nonetheless. 

Pulling up her weaken form of the ground she took fearful steps to where she knew her phone was, picking it up with shaking hands she dialled the only number she knew off by heart.

“Hello… Y/N? You there doll?”

“H-hi I know we hav-haven’t spoken in a while but B-Bucky I need your help”

“Where are you doll?”

“My um my apartment”

“I’m on my way okay, don’t worry”

Not even 5 minutes later there was a knock at the door which made her jump, when she gathered what little strength she had left, she opened the door. Standing in the hallway was the only man she was ever in love with, the first person to ever break her heart - not that he meant to - the man who she hadn’t seen nor spoken to in two and a half years. Bucky.

Oh and the rest of the avengers was standing behind him.

His face dropped and paled at the sight before him - the only woman he was ever in love with, the first person to break his heart, the woman he hasn’t seen nor spoken to in two and a half years. But this woman wasn’t necessarily the same woman who captured his heart the second he laid eyes on her. No, no this was a woman covered in blood, bruises and cuts. Whose eyes held so much pain and terror. 

Stumbling a little bit and refusing to pull his eyes away from her “baby wh-what happened”

“I-I-I-I ki-killed him Bucky didn’t mean to I swear just wa-wanted him to sto-p” Her whole body shuck whilst stuttering, trying to get the words out without spluttering was extremely difficult for her to do with the tears pouring out and a hiccup here and there.

“Breathe doll! Baby calm down it’s okay I’m here, don’t worry”

At her confession Tony and Steve pushed everyone into the once cosy apartment, they all saw the chaos, blood and finally the body of the man they all hated. Bucky gently took Y/N hand in his and made his way to the bedroom with the team trailing behind, he sat her down on the bed and knelt in front of her. Once she had finished telling them what she had been through the past few years and what she had done to him in the early hours, there wasn’t one single dry eye. The anger radiating off the team was justifiable.

Steve made Bucky and Wanda take Y/N back to the tower and get Dr Cho to take care of her wounds, whilst the teams stayed to clean up the mess.

It was late in the afternoon her body laid in the hospital that seemed way too big for her, she slept peacefully. Bucky had refused to leave her side and held her hand, every now and again he would place kisses to her knuckles. When she awoke her nonbiological family was dotted around the room. He was the first one to noticed she had woken up, he cooed her back to sleep with the promise that everything was okay, that no matter what he wasn’t leaving her ever again.

For once in two and a half years she was finally free and safe with the man she loves.

It’s been a year since that dreadful night. The cuts and bruises had long faded, the nightmares came in waves. No charges were pressed against her, but she did have to go to therapy which obviously she was grateful for. Tony refused to let her go back to the apartment, giving her her own room in the tower, even gave her a job. The whole team did their part in her recovery in anyway they could. Bucky refused to leave her side for weeks, always on guard even when he didn’t need to.

“I let you down Y/n I should of protected you”

“don’t be silly Buck, it was my own fault”

“No it wasn’t! don’t think that please baby”

“Well stop blaming yourself then”

It took a while for both of them to realise that what had happened was neither of their faults.

Falling asleep in Buckys arms she hears him whispering “I love you, I promise you I’m never going to give you up again”

“I love you too and I’m holding you to that promise Bucko”

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

#bucky barnes #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes angst #marvel fanfiction #marvel #tw domestic abuse #don’t read if your uncomfortable #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky angst #avengers x fem!reader #avengers angst #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader

[irondad-and-spiderson]

Hi! Sorry to bother, idk if you take asks like this (if you don't feel free to ignore!) but do you know any good fics where SI employees bully/threaten/mistreat Peter and Tony comes to the rescue? Thank you so much for your time 💙💙

Hi! I absolutely do! I might just take forever to respond and take your prompt a little loosely 😃 The three under the cut are employees with (valid) security concerns. I know there are more that I can’t find, so anyone feel free to add some 😉

A Big Security Issue by FotiBrit

When Peter lost his Stark Industries Staff ID, Tony handed the kid his own. That was never an issue, until Peter had to check in at the front desk.

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The Cusp of a Breath by SpaceCowboysFromMars

“That was the most stressful thing I’ve ever experienced.” Peter says as he and Tony make their way into the crowd. He wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs, cringing when he remembers how much the suit costs.

“You got shot on patrol last month.”

“This was worse.”

Or; Peter is introduced as the official heir of Stark Industries, but not everyone is completely welcoming of his presence. Luckily, he has a pretty awesome mentor to keep him on track.

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the love (and other things) you inherit by ironfidus

“Which is why,” Catherine says, unblinking, as delicately as she can, “the board requires that you name a successor in the event of your untimely demise. The risk has simply become too great for us to ignore.”

Tony Stark’s spent a large portion of his life thinking about legacy: his legacy, his company’s, Iron Man’s. He’s spent a lot of time fighting to protect his legacy, too. But today, with a lawyer as his witness and FRIDAY as his one-AI cheerleading squad, he stops, takes a step back, and lets go instead—because for the first time, his legacy isn’t about him, not really.

And as FRIDAY would say: it’s about damn time.

Alternatively: Tony updates his will and gets himself an heir, Peter gets a promotion (for lack of a better word), and the rest of the world gets a wake-up call—in that order. Ft. an impatient board of directors, a Stark Industries charity gala, and a universe in which Tony Stark gets to be happy.

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Security Bias by Sara (ctrsara)

Happy Hogan asks Daren Anderson to help him out with a little project.

My take on idk-bruh-20's irondad fic ideas #128: Fic where, after a security incident in which some bozo accused Peter of trespassing at Stark Tower, Happy holds an emergency briefing for the entire SI security team.

The topic of the briefing? The absolutely untouchable, vital-to-know-if-you-want-to-keep-your-job level of importance of one Peter Parker.

:)

Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited by kingdomfaraway

While Leroy didn’t like gossip, he wasn’t immune to it and he’d heard about a young boy claiming to be Tony Stark’s intern showing up randomly throughout the building. He just figured it was some random mystery, a Stark Industries cryptid if you will.

Never did he think he’d have a sighting.

“Are you Peter Parker?” Leroy questioned, narrowing his eyes at the young boy, looking for any signs of deceit.

“Oh yeah, that’s me, hi!” Possibly Fabled Intern Peter Parker reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge and lanyard, this one with his face on it and INTERN written underneath it. “Mr. Stark got me a badge so I can get nachos whenever I want.”

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Chapter 1 of 200 Park Avenue (5+1) by Sara (ctrsara)

Peter hasn't seen Mr. Stark, or been able to go out as Spider-man since he turned down his invitation to join the Avengers a few weeks ago. He ends up at Stark Tower rather randomly, finding an unlikely hero in Mr. Stark's AI, then keeps returning for different purposes.

The first chapter is a short I did for Comfortember 2022 that I've just kept thinking about. I'm building on that story and creating a 5+1 to explore the new dynamic (post-Homecoming) in another way.

Or

5 Times Peter Visited Stark Tower and 1 Time He Stayed

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Home by patrochilles_trash ((it’s less angsty than it sounds))

Tony had been out of the country for weeks on SI business, and Peter was having a hard time. He missed him, plain and simple.

Okay. Maybe not so plain and simple.

Peter had a rough time in the weeks and months that followed the final defeat of Thanos in the ruins of the Compound. Thrust back into life, only to be forced to fight for the lives of the entire universe for the second time at only sixteen-years-old, and then to be told that his last living relative died in a crash during his five year absence did wonders for his psyche.

He developed a nasty form of separation anxiety toward his mentor-turned-adoptive-father -- not that Tony fared much better himself -- and his therapist had said it was a side effect of PTSD and that it would get better over time.

OR

A small field trip fic to SI where Tony has been out of the country for a few weeks, and Peter isn't handling it well.

Don't be fooled. This garbage fluff to avoid my other fics that I'm writing

#ask #fanfiction #iron dad #tony stark #spider son #peter parker #fic rec #answered

[aceghosts]

Be Mine Forever

Summary: On Valentine's day, you reminisce about your former lover, Albert Wesker. A series of memories set through your time at S.T.A.R.S. Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death; Canon Typical Violence; Sexual Harassment (Very brief and the dude gets what's coming to him), Grief/Mourning, Boss/Employee Relationship, and Possessive Behavior. Let me know if I need to tag for anything else. Words: 3.8 k Author's Note: This is a gift for @mydisenchantedeulogy as part of @carlosoliveiraa's My Bloody Valentine's Day Gift Exchange! Amanda, thank you for letting me participate! Sugar, I really hope you like this! I had a lot of fun writing this.

AO3

Snow crunches beneath your boots as you head home from your late shift at the police station. Your breath comes out in misty puffs in the cold February air, gloved hands shoved in your pockets. A gust of wind blows, shivering as it tosses your hair in your face. You brush your hair out of your face, lamps lighting your way home as you walk along the crowded city sidewalk. Passing by a local restaurant, you catch sight of happy couples through the window, enjoying romantic candle-lit dinners. Stepping out of the way of other strangers on the sidewalk, you stop, an overwhelming sadness encompasses you. Those couples look so happy, so in love, especially the pair closest to the window. He gazes into her eyes, full of adoration, holding her hands with no regard for others around them. That should have been you and him. You should have been gazing lovingly into his cold blue eyes, holding his hand as he talked. Just the two of you together. Why couldn’t this be you and him?

Because he had chosen another path, one where you could not follow him.

Letting out a mournful sigh, you begin your journey home once again. Valentine’s Day, a holiday you once merely tolerated, was now a day of pain. All because of Albert Wesker. You hear his voice in your head, shaking it off. It was no use thinking of him; Albert was dead, and even worse, he had betrayed S.T.A.R.S., you included. When you spoke with your former team members, you pretended to be angry, yet that anger came from a real place, a different place. They were angry because of his betrayal. You were angry that he chose death over you. He chose ambition and power games over you. Yet, your heart longs for him, wishing to feel the warm comfort of his arms around you once again. You couldn’t help but mourn the man you loved; mourn the future you envisioned with him.

“Why Albert? Why?” You ask quietly, knowing no one will answer you. As you walk, memories of your days with Albert and S.T.A.R.S. play out.

—

A position on the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team was something you dreamed of and fought like hell for. Irons thought you didn’t deserve to be on the team, but Enrico vouched for you, asserting that you were the right fit, that you could carry your weight. Wesker, your Captain at the time, accepted you as a member of the team reluctantly. He would later admit, when it was just you two in bed late at night, that letting you on the team was one of the best decisions that he ever made. He would pick you to be a part of the team, again and again. Unfortunately, not everyone felt the same way.

Paul was a pain in your ass from the moment you met him, a bully to everyone around him. He hated you the most, believing you stole his spot on the Alpha team.  Fortunately for you, he was terrified of Wesker, slinking away whenever he saw the Captain. Paul would also back off (albeit reluctantly) when Barry or Chris stepped in. As you hit the punching bag, alone in the station gym late at night, you hear a familiar annoying voice. “Hey!” You stop, turning to find Paul striding towards him. You give him your best glare, one that would frighten most. “What? A fellow officer can’t say hello?”

“What do you want?” You really wish Wesker was here. Or Chris. Or Barry. Hell, you would even settle for Brad, who was slightly intimidated by Paul.

He sneers, crowding into your space. You step back, knowing there is limited room between you and the bag. “You too good for the rest of us now, huh? Being part of S.T.A.R.S. has really gone to your head.”

You don’t think you’re too good for anyone. (Well, you might be better than a few people, Paul included.) “I am, or at least, I know I’m better than you, Paul. I earned my spot on the team.” You really shouldn’t push Paul’s buttons, but God, does it feel so good. 

“Fuck off,” He says, hands clenching into fists, “You probably had to sleep your way onto the team, huh? You sleep with Wesker to-.” Red colors your vision, anger flaring in your chest. Wesker might be a hardass, but you respect the hell out of him, and you won’t let anyone besmirch his name.

Without thinking, you throw a punch, catching Paul in the stomach. He coughs, doubling over with a wheeze of pain. As he stumbles back, he curses, “you fucking asshole, I’m going to-.”

“You are going to what?” A familiar, cold voice cuts in, and as you look over to your left, you find Wesker watching the both of you intently. His posture is a little tense, compared to the normally controlled discipline. You feel something radiating off him, something akin to a frosty rage.

Paul straightens up quickly, playing the victim. “Captain Wesker! I was just asking them what they were doing here, and they attacked me!”

Wesker smirks. “Is that what happened?” He asks, coming next to you, “From where I was standing, you were harassing one of my officers. What was it you said? That they had to sleep their way on the team?”

Color drains from Paul’s face.  “I-I wasn’t-.”

He holds his hand up, cutting Paul off with a sneer on his face. “I think it’s time I made something very clear: you never had a spot on the Alpha team. You were never considered for a number of reasons, and,” Wesker places a hand on your shoulder, “They have proven themself to be a true asset to the team. I am proud to serve as their captain. If you were on my team, I would quit.” Wesker’s hand leaves your shoulder as he steps closer to Paul. “Now, are you going to leave them alone? Or do you need more encouragement?”

Paul nods, swallowing fearfully as he backs away. “Yes, Captain,” He says, before turning tail and fleeing.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you say, “Thanks for helping. Paul’s been a pain in my ass since I started.”

Wesker nods. “Why did you punch him?” He asks, a note of genuine curiosity. You notice he is more relaxed now that Paul is gone.

Your cheeks heat up, feeling slightly embarrassed. “He insulted you by saying that you slept with me for my spot on the team.”

“Not for yourself?”

Shaking your head, you say, “I really like you as a Captain. I’ve learned a lot being a part of Alpha team, more than anywhere else. I respect you a lot.” It’s more than respect, but you aren’t about to admit that. You swear you catch a look of delight on his face as you pause for a second, before asking, “Did you really mean it when you said that I’m an asset to the team?”

Wesker nods. “I do,” He says, giving you an approving look, “You’ve proven yourself to be a fine officer. I had my doubts when Enrico suggested you, but you continue to surpass my expectations everyday.” His words surprise you, but delight you, especially the surpassing expectations part. Smirking, he adds with a rather teasing tone, “I look forward to you continuing to do so, but please don’t punch anyone else on my behalf.”

You nod, letting out a small laugh. No more punching anyone on Wesker’s behalf, but you’ll still defend his honor verbally. Never said anything about putting someone in their place with a well-timed tongue-lashing.

A few weeks later, Paul disappears. You hear something about him accepting a job at another police station, wishing his new coworkers the best.  

—

At S.T.A.R.S., you continue to make Wesker proud, determined to be the best you can be. You work harder than you ever have, putting in blood, sweat, and tears. Wesker demands so much more of the team and more. His training is rigorous, but you feel prepared for whatever may come your and Alpha Team’s way. And as much as you loathe to admit, a part of you yearns for praises from Wesker. When he tells you that you’ve done well with a slightly approving tone, a rush of pride overwhelms you, a faint heat on your cheeks. And you swear that you’ve caught him smirking at that once or twice, especially in after-hours training where he’ll lean down, speaking the words of praise into your ear. It always sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. And, it definitely doesn’t help with that tiny crush you have.

One night, late after the rest of your teammates have gone home, you return to the station to pick up the book you were reading, left in the top drawer of your desk. As you reach the door of the S.T.A.R.S. office, you find Wesker alone, his office door open. He looks frustrated as he stares down at the paperwork, sunglasses on his desk. His hand runs through his hair, a few platinum blond strands falling loose. Wesker sighs, and your heart twinges a little. You can’t do Wesker’s paperwork for him, but you want to help in whatever way you can. A thought pops into your mind, and you head to the staff break room, ready to put your plan into action.

“Wesker?” His head snaps up, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.   

“What brings you to the station this late at night?” Wesker asks, placing the pen down as his gaze lands on the cup of coffee in your hand. He snorts. “Surely, the station coffee can’t be that good…”

You shake your head. “I came back to pick up my book, but I saw you, and…” you trail off slightly, feeling slightly shy, “I thought you could use a cup of coffee.” You hold out the Styrofoam cup of coffee for Wesker to take.

Suspicious, Wesker looks between you and the cup in your hands, eyes narrowed as if you might have poisoned it. Eventually, he relents, taking the cup from your hand. His fingers briefly make contact with your fingers, sending a spark of pleasure through you. Taking a sip of the coffee, Wesker looks pleased, raising an eyebrow. “This does not taste like the normal sludge that comes from the break room.”

“I know where all the good creamers and coffee are hidden,” You say proudly, taking a seat at Wesker’s desk.  

Wesker smiles, taking another sip of coffee. “A hidden talent perhaps?’

“I have many hidden talents,” you flirt, a devilish smile on your lips, “Maybe, I’ll show you sometime.”

He smiles, a darkly hungry look in his eyes. “Perhaps, you will.”

That damn man. How unfair he make you feel this way. One of the loose blond strands of hair briefly falls in his face, and you’re struck with the need to push it back for him. Impulsively, you rise and lean over the desk, your hand reaching towards him. You gently push his hair back, your fingers grazing his skin softly. Wesker grabs your wrist tightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place. His lips are slightly parted, pupils wide. “I’m sorry,” You apologize, hoping you didn’t cross a line, “I wanted to help.”

Wesker releases your wrist, allowing you to draw your hand away, the ghost of his touch still haunting you. “Don’t apologize.” Sitting back down in your seat, you’re relieved to see that Wesker isn’t upset. Rather, he seems delighted by your touch. “I did not expect it, but,” he emphasizes that word, “That does not mean I did not like it.”

Your heart leaps at those words, butterflies in your stomach. “Good,” You say softly, before deciding to change the subject, “Do you need help with something else?”

“No,” He says, shaking his head, “I should be done soon, especially thanks to your coffee.” You straighten up with pride, always hungry for the tiniest bits of praise. “You should go home for the night.”

Heeding his advice, you get up from your chair. “Have a good night, Wesker.”

“You as well,” He replies, a teasing smirk on his face, “Sweet dreams.” What a cruel man. Like that isn’t going to haunt you for the rest of the night.

—

You sip your beer, watching Jill lineup her shot as you lean against the bar. Tonight, you’re at one of the local bars in Raccoon City with the Alpha and Bravo team, watching your teammates play Pool.  It’s not a bad way to spend a Friday night; you actually like the rest of your team and don’t mind spending a Friday night with them every once in a while. Even better, Wesker is here with the rest of you at the bar tonight, a rare occurrence.

Someone leans against the bar next to you. Looking over to your right, you realize it’s Wesker, beer in hand as he asks, “No interest in Pool?”

You shake your head. “I have fun playing Pool, but I thought I would sit this round out.” He nods, the silence settling around you two. You can’t help but wonder why Wesker is here. He always seems so busy, like he’s got something that he is hiding from the rest of you.

“You seem like you have something to ask,” He says, taking a sip of his beer.

Letting curiosity get the best of you, you ask, “Why are you here? You don’t normally join us,” before adding quickly a moment later, “not that anyone is complaining.” Well, that’s a lie. A few people did complain, namely that they would have to be on better behavior since Wesker was there. You definitely weren’t complaining; you were very happy to see him.

“I wanted to be here.”

Tilting your head, you wonder why Wesker would want to be here. No offense, but the cheap dive bar that Alpha and Bravo teams hung out at never seemed like his type of place. Wesker always stood out, like this was all beneath him. “Really?”

He nods. “Are you surprised?”

You shrug. “Kinda. I thought you might have something else to do. Or maybe, someone waiting for you at home.”

“There is no one waiting for me at home,” he slides closer, your breath catching in your throat, “And you? Is there someone waiting for you?” 

Shaking your head, you reply, “No, I’m single.” Since you met Wesker, most potential partners hadn’t measured up to him. Maybe it’s the beer or maybe it’s being so close to him, you decide to take a chance. “But there is someone that I’m interested in.”

“Do tell.”

You swallow nervously, your heart pounding. “Well, he works at RCPD with us.”

Wesker groans. “Please tell me it isn’t Redfield.”

“It’s not.” Chris was a good friend, nothing more. “He is a member of S.T.A.R.S.,” Wesker raises an eyebrow, “Everyone thinks he standoffish, but I think they’re wrong. He expects the best and settles for nothing less. I find that very attractive in a man.” He takes another sip of his beer, but you get the feeling that Wesker has already caught on, with that knowing twinkle in his blue eyes. “But I can’t ask him out.”

“Why would that be?”

“I don’t know if he would say yes,” You admit honestly, finding Wesker difficult to read at times, “And he’s my boss.”

 “Would you like to get out of here with me? Perhaps dinner?” He asks, placing his beer on the bar as you watch him with eyes wide. Was he really-?

“Yes,” you nod your head, excitement rising in your chest, “Yes, I would love to.”

“Good. I’ll leave first. Leave fifteen minutes after I do; I will be waiting for you outside.”

You watch him leave, on cloud nine. Holy shit, this was happening; this was really happening.

—

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart cracking into pieces. Albert, your Albert, was a plant for Umbrella. Or he used to be one. Apparently, Albert was moving on to bigger and better things. But he only had one problem: S.T.A.R.S. He lured you and the rest of S.T.A.R.S. to Arklay, to die here, your fates unknown to the rest of the world. You tremble, taking shaky breaths as you blink back tears. Was your whole relationship a lie? A helpful cover to make Albert seem normal? “Albert…” His name slips from your lips.

Albert focuses on you, a sneer on his face. “Sorry, you had to be here for this, Dearheart. Perhaps, things would have been different for us in another life.”

Bullshit. The way he says it so flippantly makes you angry, red coloring your vision. “Fuck you,” You snarl, “You can make things different now. You don’t have to do this!”

“I don’t want to, Dearheart. It was always going to happen this way.” You wince, the words cutting deeply. Behind Albert, the glass splinters, the giant tyrant behind him awake. With a swift swipe, its long claws bury themselves directly into Albert’s chest. He gasps in pain, his eyes still on you. You see the fear in his eyes, and maybe due to a little wishful thinking, you see something like regret. Albert coughs up blood, dribbling down his chin onto his shirt. His hand twitches, slightly in your direction. That thing simply tosses him aside like a piece of garbage.

“ALBERT!” You scream, a painful howl of grief and anger. You step towards him, attempting to run for him. Despite everything he had done, he was your Albert, and you still loved him.

Jill grabs your shoulders roughly, holding you back from Albert. You try to scramble from her grip, but she holds tight as you scream. “Don’t! He’s dead!” She says, her fingers digging in as she tries to pull you back. Logically, you know Jill is right, but your heart desperately wants you to go to him, to run towards him. Maybe, Albert really isn’t dead. Maybe, you still have a chance to save him. “Barry, get them out of here.”

Barry nods, pulling you away from Jill. “Come on, we need to get out of here.” He looks over to Jill, who is only focused on the tyrant, her face determined.

“I’ll take care of this guy and meet you upstairs.”

He guides you away from Jill and the tyrant, back towards the door. “Be safe, Jill.” Your eyes are still on Albert, lifeless and motionless in a puddle of blood on the floor. His eyes are hollow, devoid of the intense storm of emotion you saw in his eyes. Why? Why did he have to do this? To leave you alone?

As Barry pulls you out of the lab, all you can think is: Is there some way you could have changed this?

—

Opening the door to your apartment, you let out a relieved sigh, stepping into the darkness. Flicking on the hallway light, you close the door behind you, dropping your keys into the bowl. You hang up your coat and scarf before eventually discarding your gloves on the table beside the bowls for your keys. Heading towards your kitchen, you glance over towards your living room. Stopping dead in your tracks, shock washes over you as your heart pounds loudly in your ears. That-that couldn’t be….

“Hello Dearheart,” Your former boss and lover says, sitting in your oversized armchair. He stands, shrouded in the dark of your apartment.

“This-This isn’t real…,” You try to rationalize it, tears welling in your eyes, “We watched you die. I watched you die.”

“I’m very real, Dearheart. Would you like to see for yourself?” He holds out his gloved hand for you to take.

You approach him cautiously, fearful that this might be your lonely heart playing a trick on you. Yet, this vision looks so much like your Albert. Sounds so much like him. You place your hand in his, allowing Albert to draw you close. He feels real as his other arm wraps around your waist, a familiar smirk on his face. He feels so much like your Albert. “Albert, is that-is that you?”

“Yes, I promise I am myself, Dearheart,” He replies, releasing your hand. His hand comes up to your face, gently wiping away tears that you didn’t know were falling. If this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up, even if he was a goddamn asshole who betrayed you. You want to stay here with Albert forever. Yet, something about him still feels off, not quite right. You need to see his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. Your hands reach up, gently taking his sunglasses off. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare into his eyes, once blue, now a molten gold against a burning red. His eyes are feline-like, reminding you of a panther. They’re so inhuman, yet something about them is divine. “Scared, Dearheart?”

“No.” You shake your head. You should be, but you aren’t. Albert is back, and you don’t care if some things about him are different. And you like the way he looks at you, utterly possessive, utterly adoring. “Is this why you’re still alive?”

He nods. “One of the few to survive the process.”

Another thought comes to you. Why come back? He was content to let you think he was dead for so long. Why come back to you now? “Why come back for me, Albert? I thought I didn’t matter to you.”

“I believed I did not need you, Dearheart, but I was wrong. I want you; I need you.” The words roll off his tongue naturally, sounding so believable. You so desperately want to believe him, to believe that he came back for you. “You belong to me, Dearheart. I always come back for what belongs to me.”

“Is that your way of asking me to come with you? To leave everything behind?”

He nods. “Come with me. Be mine forever.”

“Yes.” You don’t need to think about it; you want Albert-you always have. You drop his glasses, taking his face into your hands as you kiss him roughly. With both of his hands on your waist, he pulls you against him, eagerly returning the kiss. Albert is overwhelming, your head dizzy and your legs slightly weak. He bites your bottom lip, your mouth opens for him. You missed this; you missed him so much.

You whine as he pulls away, desperate and in need of him. “We will have time for that later, Dearheart, but we need to leave. Now.”

And you don’t look back, allowing Albert Wesker to whisk you away to a new life.  

#mydisenchantedeulogy #mybloodyvalentinesday24 #my bloody valentine gift exchange #resident evil #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #resident evil fanfiction #revil fanfiction #kate writes #I really hope you like this!!! #Writing a reader insert was a challenge #but in a good way!

[secretsofblackthornhall]

Emma to Bruce

Dear Bruce,

Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. Will I keep writing to you when all these renovations are done? When things have returned to some form of normalcy? Or is normalcy over—is the crack in the Nephilim world one that can’t be healed but will only widen over time, with more and more changes, until finally there is too much change to bear? In which case I guess I will keep writing to you, Bruce, as a kind of silent witness to the strangeness of these times.

Sorry, sorry. I am feeling a little poetic tonight because Jem and Tessa and Kit and Mina arrived today and…well, that’s just kind of how Jem and Tessa talk. Being, you know. Way old. And because it feels like all this business with the cursed house is in its final chapters and I don’t have any idea how things are going to be after that.

In any event we didn’t do anything about the curse today, we just ended up visiting with the Carstairs-Herondales, who should definitely pick a shorter name we can use for them. Team Victorian Era? Team Time When Everything Was Very Romantic But It Took Forever To Get Anywhere? Hm. I guess I’ll ask them for ideas, since mine are, uh, bad.

There was some complication right when they arrived. We had picked out a couple of bedrooms for them to use and asked the brownies to make them up with sheets and towels and all that. And then we checked them before the guests arrived and I’m glad we did because the faeries had made up all the rooms for…birds? Like, for huge, person-sized birds. Big nests of sticks, six feet across, and branches to perch on. And big balls of birdseed hanging from the ceiling.  So we had to ask them to redo the rooms and the brownies looked so disappointed. (But we didn’t say the guests were birds! I have no idea why they thought that!) The worst part is they did a really nice job, like, if we were being visited by giant birds they would have been very comfortable. They still seemed puzzled when everyone did show up that Mina wasn’t a big egg. Faeries, man.

Speaking of Mina, who is not a big egg but rather a small toddler, she is extremely cute. She is walking now, or toddling, I guess, and she says “mama” and “dada” and also “kish” which apparently is what she calls Kit. And she has a little wooden toy stele that she is constantly trying to scribble on everyone with. Apparently Kit has been learning runes and Mina wants to learn them too.

We should have just gone straight into curse-breaking but to be honest we were just having a very nice time hanging out. Tessa and Jem are very easy to spend time with, which is nice given how high-strung most of our other friends are. I suppose once you’ve gone through all the stuff that has happened to them, it takes a lot to upset you. Just the way Jem talks about the curse makes me feel more reassured that we’ll be able to fix it, even though we don’t really know what we’re doing or what’s gone wrong so far.

They seem really impressed by the house, also, which makes Julian look all proud of himself in a highly adorable way. Tessa said the last time either of them were here was after Tatiana was arrested and sent to be an Iron Sister, and they were searching it for demon stuff. (Most of which, she admitted, they clearly didn’t find. It seems obvious from the way she talks that they didn’t understand how dangerous Tatiana really was until it was too late—I really want to ask her about that but it seemed a dark topic while we were all having a good time.) Jem said by that time it was already in pretty bad shape, but Tessa said she saw the house once “in its prime” at a ball, and then she blushed a little. Whatever happened during that ball must have been pretty impressive if she’s blushing about it 130 years later!

Of course there’s still that overall shroud of heavy memory that kind of hangs over the place, and no amount of new paint and replaced windows can help that. That’d be the curse, of course. Still, it felt cheerier this evening than it ever has before. For the first time I felt a little like it was our house and friends had come to visit and it was surprisingly nice and ordinary. As long as I don’t think about what’s going on with the Clave.

Also a concern: Kit. He was hanging out with us most of the day, but he was really quiet, for him, and a couple of times he excused himself to go take a walk in the garden. Julian said he thinks Kit broke up with his girlfriend and maybe he’s sad about that, but I don’t know. He was really jumpy whenever any of the builders were around, and kept a close eye on them anytime they were nearby. Round Tom introduced himself and Kit nodded, but he didn’t say his name or much of anything else. I mean, you can hardly blame him. His relationship to faeries, and Faerie itself, is complicated. According to Tessa, Cirenworth is very tightly warded against faerie incursions, and even the town and the roads nearby are protected. Magnus and Catarina made sure of it. So this would be one of the first times he’s been around faeries since the big battle outside Alicante; even though these faeries are safe, it must be weird for him.

But you know Kit. He has this aura about him like he doesn’t want to answer any questions about how he’s doing. Today he’s been out front, watching the faeries in the garden — it could be he’s worried about them, or maybe he wants to join them? I don’t know. Maybe Julian or I can get him to open up a little while he’s here. Or maybe I’ll get a moment to ask Jem or Tessa if they know what’s up.

Anyway, that’s all from me for now, Bruce. Tomorrow we break a curse! I hope!

Emma

#sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #emma carstairs #bruce #Kit Herondale #jem and tessa #julian blackthorn #faeries

[corkycare]

Mkay as promised. Team Phobia's Care Division's first ever adoption spotlight. Take a...gander at Menace the Carnivine.

Name: Menace (it's... ironic. I promise.)

Species: Purple Haze breed Carnivine. Purplish tint to his mouth trap and a slight tendency towards poison type moves. Standard grass typing.

Personality type: Super Star

Disposition: Menace came to us as a teenaged plant full of...a real sense of joie de vivre. After working him past some territorial aggression and food guarding behaviour he has blossomed into an incredibly playful and unique pokemon. His favourite game is to hang from the ceiling fan (while it is on) and playfully swing towards anyone who walks by. And we all love that game. It is a fun game, which we enjoy playing with our buddy Menace. No one here is annoyed OR traumatized by our buddy Menace. It's all just...real fun times with that massive carnivorous plant swinging from the ceiling.

As much as we will all be. Heartbroken. To see Menace leave us, he has made it clear that he is ready to find a forever home. We believe he would do best with a trainer that can provide him with lots of physical stimulation. He is battle ready and would be a great fit to help you take on that pesky water gym, or whatever.

He gets along with other pokemon about as well as he gets along with people, which is to say great. Obviously. Not recommended if you have small children.

If you're interested in adopting this special, rambunctious little man just. Reach out to me, I guess. On here preferably, I don't really check my email.

Adopt Menace.

#adoption phobia

[hobie-doh]

Sometimes, my blorbos for a show are all closely packed together and it can hard to choose a favorite.

Other times, it's earth's mightest heroes and no matter how hard I try to pretend Iron man is the best character, Janet knocks him out of the water by being the baddest bitch ever

she's peak design as far as versions of The Wasp go (the artstyle is a bit funky forgive it)

She's also a style Icon btw, all of her outfits, casual, cold, space, battle, they all look amazing and fit in well with the team. (As far as an art style like this can be, the men are all big and burly but it does look like the comics they tried to emulate, but considering not all clothing is skintight for the ladies, I'll say they succeeded in making the designs less sexist, plus Janet kicks just as much ass as the guys)

additionally she just has the best expressions and overall lines in the show. Sassmaster Janet is an outgoing party girl type who is constantly being told "Hey your a scientist, lose your personality and just be serious" to which she responds, "Where's the fun in that?"

She also has like, the coolest character moment ever, all the Avengers are captured by Ultron who is taunting her and talking about how much he knows about all of them, and how she's useless because getting smaller would just make the cage she's been trapped in bigger, and he continues to talk about how he'll kill all her friends and the world, she just INVERTS HER POWERS and becomes a giant as she wrecks his lair telling him "You know nothing about me."

I love The Wasp, this show overall is amazing and will forever be a great and fun part of my childhood and I wanted to rant about Janet for a little.

#the avengers #marvel #earths mightiest heroes #avengers emh #the wasp #janet van dyne

[christinesficrecs]

Lost fics. Any help would be appreciated! ❤️

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Hi! I'm looking for a fic that was based on Léon The Professional, though Stiles was older than Mathilda. Derek was the hitman, and Stiles's family had been murdered. If I remember correctly, Isaac and Scott had been his little brothers.

Would you be able to put your finger on this fic? "stiles has magic and he made a deal with a powerful witch to protect beacon hills, but it supposedly took away his love for derek in the process (or maybe Derek made the deal), except that he's growing a garden to break the spell" My google-fu is failing me. I know I've read it before, but going through my history is a month-long endeavor! I think Derek is a deputy and he keeps running into Stiles and it's not clear what has happened between them at first. I think Stiles is referred to as a hedge witch at some point? que tu m’aimais encore by magneticwave | 19.9K Wolves mate for life, don’t they?

I think this fic has been deleted off ao3 and I'm very sad. De-aged Derek. He and Stiles become a couple. Stiles ends up a human alpha of the entire pack. (TBH it's rather porny and there's voyeur/exhibition) and there's a lake house or beach house. Eventually Derek goes back to regular Derek.

Hi! Bit of a long one: there's this fanfic that is uncompleted, where Stiles was in the Hale House when he saw a crystal ball (??) on the floor, got down low to grab it and fell through the floor, waking up in the past. He met teenage Derek in a diner with Laura, started talking to them, and decided to protect Derek from Kate before he ever met her. Derek is a lifeguard at the lake where Stiles goes to monitor him and there was a scene where Derek lapped the lake to impress Stiles. Stiles also squats in the Stilinski House to survive and Sheriff doesn't know who he is. Do you know the fic? I've been looking for it for forever

Hi! I have been trying to find a teen wolf and marvel cross over fic. It’s where I believ Tony stark and Claudia where best friend growing up and fell in love. And then she gets pregnant with his baby(aka stiles). Stiles finds out from a bunch of letters but keeps it to himself until I believe Tony get captured and goes missing for months.( iron man 1). Then he goes into a depression and won’t eat or anything until the day Tony is found. Also involves when aliens attack and stiles freaks out again and makes it his mission to go to New York and meet him. Hidden Truths by Harmonious113 | 212.4K | WIP Claudia Stilinkski always did her best to hide the truth from her family-her past, her family, the boy she couldn’t quite seem to let go of- to spare John and Stiles from the heartbreak. Stiles finds a trunk of letters and pictures unearthing the truth. His father is Tony Stark.

It was a Teen Wolf Sterek fic, an au with magic. Claudia either adopted stiles or was his bio mom and pretended to adopt him, but stiles had a familiar who constantly turned into dead grotesque bodies and the only person who accepted them fully (and laughed at the familiar being gruesome) was laura. laura dies somehow and derek comes in. I think laura and stiles were partners for the magic things law enforcement? I remember that they thought stiles might have killed laura/tried to pin it on him, but after lauras death derek takes over as stiles' partner. I remember one scene with lydia and maybe heather and stiles with candles? I'm pretty sure both lyds and stiles lived with claudia. by the end of the fic the familiar sacrifices itself to save stiles and his friends from the argents, and I'm pretty sure there's a scene where ally defects from her aunt/grandpa. (There's) Sulphur in Our Blood by WonderWolf | 210.9K | Explicit | WIP Secret Agent AU where Derek blames Stiles for his sister’s death and Stiles is pretty sure that Derek’s going to murder him. As if that weren’t enough to deal with, Stiles’ familiar keeps having public breakdowns

Hi Team! Hoping the community can come through on finding two fics... First one - Stiles gets a stressful job in IT (poss in San Fran?) and starts hallucinating rich Derek drinking posh coffee in NYC. After several hallucinations of Derek being all "you really need a new job," it turns out that Derek is real, is an alpha, and Stiles is fated to be his emissary. The Sun to Rise by andavs | 7.5K Stiles has an imaginary friend. He's kind of a dick.

Second one - (which may have been deleted from AO3) is a canon divergent S1 AU. It hits the beats of S1 but instead Scott doesn't hesitate when Derek offers him the chance to kill Peter and possibly reverse the bite. Scott kills Peter and is human again. The main thing I remember is after the fact, Stiles visits Derek at the burned down Hale house and says something like "it's like none of it really happened." And Derek levels him with a sour wolf look and says "it happened." Timshel by jsea | 12.5K Derek lets Scott kill Peter for the cure at the end of S1. This is the story of how that choice changes everyone's fate. "Sir, you should know..." Derek starts to say, then snaps his mouth closed when the Sheriff takes one hand off the steering wheel, and holds it up in a halting gesture. "You're not a bad kid, Derek." "I'm a werewolf," Derek says, before he can think about it. For the first time in his life the word feels dirty, like something to be ashamed of. It makes him feel like a little kid again, using a curse word without understanding what it means.

I can't remember if it was a steter or sterek fic. It's a short humourous fic where Stiles has an injury but he was adamant that bandaids could fix it and it was at least a six inch long-ass gash or something. If this sounds familiar to anyone? Thanks!

Looking for a fic where I don’t remember much just Isaac coming home to Derek trashing the loft and saying something like “I just saw stiles, he reeks of sex” then it cut scene to something else. I don’t think it was a king fic but I could be wrong. Thank you so much in advance Noticed by forestofbabel | 35.1K Stiles left on a Tuesday. Nobody Noticed.

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[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - January Podfic

New this year, I’ll be sharing a list of podfic I listened to throughout the previous month on the last day of the month. I’m a few days late this month, but here’s the fic I loved to listen to this month. 

[Podfic] Nor An Evil Tongue Bewitch by M_Samro 

The thing about kisses is that they always come at the end of the story.

Steve's life has had an awful lot of endings.

I wish I could explain the way I love this fic, how lyrical and lovely it is?? M_Samro does an amazing job with the podfic, highly recommend.

[Podfic] The Sound Silence Makes by seleneaurora

“We need exactly what we don’t have,” Tony observed, annoyed and tired. He started to giggle and couldn’t stop himself. “Power.”

He cast a glance back at the door, sealed shut behind him, and he didn’t foresee the cavalry charging through anytime soon with a generator and a bomb kit. Tony took a deep breath and asked, “How much reserve power does the suit have, J?”

“The suit is currently running on the arc reactor, sir. You have approximately one hour of power remaining before the reactor reaches critical levels.”

Team dynamics are everything, and the way that Tony is just--his usual self-sacrificial idiot self is perfection.

[Podfic] In All the World by kalakirya

In a world where Sentinels, people with five heightened senses, bond mentally and spiritually with Guides, people gifted with empathetic powers, Tony Stark has spent thirty-three years overwhelmed by the emotions of those around him and running from his own. Sentinel Steve Rogers wakes up sixty years out of his own time and struggles to deal with the massive amount of new sensory input while trying to find his footing in a New York very different from the one he knew. When they finally find each other, how will their bond change them?

I've never watched the media Sentinel AUs are based off of, but I adore them, and this one is excellent, and the podfic is just--perfect.

Hide Your Love Away, by Sineala, (podfic) by cookiemom6067 

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever.

When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

SOULMATE AU. One of my favorites, which is saying something. The narration for @sineala work is amazing.

[podfic] Degrees of Separation by plingo_kat, reena_jenkins

Oh god, what if Jarvis infected Dummy with, with emotions. Jesus Christ.

I honestly expected this to be fluffier than it was. And somehow I haven't actually read the fic? Which startled me. Oops.

[Podfic] Scars and Stitches by Cathalinareads (Cathalinaheart)

When Tony shows up to SHIELD to be fitted with the Iron Man armor, Steve, the original Iron Man, is there to help him out.

I have a huge soft spot for Bullet Points and this fic is just--so good. Iron Man Steve is so dear to me.

[Podfic] Straight on till Morning by Sineala by M_Samro

This is a podfic for the amazing masterpiece that is Sineala's "Straight on till Morning" which is summarized thusly:

Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he'd never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony's own design. What's more, the Avenger's captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive... and very, very attractive.

But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own -- and the truth could change everything.

I'm gonna be honest. This is one of my favorite fics ever. Not just in the Stevetony fandom, like. Ever. As a fic, it's practically perfect (which is a feat considering my adoration for Star Trek) and the podfic somehow makes it even BETTER. The narration and production M_Samro brings to it is truly amazing, and I always cry through certain parts of the podfic. I chattered about the podfic on Twitter while I listened and the outpouring of love for this fic and podfic made me ridiculously happy.

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[mlmxreader]

The Only Men Not Afraid Of Death | Alejandro Vargas x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: American! Male Reader X Alejandro Vargas

(I know, crazy right? Perveen please don't freak 😭 🤚)

If possible....Married too?

And like Alejandro finds Him after like YEARS since he's been kidnapped

(also dude's a soldier too and like HELLA scary)

and Alejandro is just like

"Fuck, I've missed you!"

Because he really thought he was gone forever and they just have a cute moment together and Alejandro just does NOT leave his side until he knows he's physically ok himself

(like dude's just been locked up but not harmed or anything)

Also like the second Male Reader gets out, he just goes APESHIT on the guys that took him away from his lover and just massacring their forces....

So yeah...

That's the thing...

Lol

summary: it's supposed to be a simple job, but when Alejandro realises that the man he's loved for so many years is there, it complicates things a little bit.

tws: violence, blood, swearing, mentions of guns & gun violence, mentions of drugs (v brief & vague)

author's note: the reader isn't American. that's it.

It was meant to be a simple job, just cleaning out some narcos den and ensuring that all civilians had been rescued and brought back, with Alejandro and Rodolfo leading the way and, along the way, keeping track of everything that they found; guns, dogs, drugs. It was all noted down, and when the shooting started, Alejandro was quick to find somewhere secure while he signalled for backup; the narcos had returned, clearly to grab their shit and make a run for it, but had not expected the Los Vaqueros to show up. They were panicked, but then they were running from a single spot, continuously looking back at it as if Alejandro and his team weren't even there. He heard a word that made his chest hollow, made his ring finger sting and itch as all breath left him.

"Gurkha!"

Before he could even think, Alejandro bolted towards the commotion, easily finding cover near a room with no door, only thick iron bars and what looked like the opening to a cage, and he gawked; behind those steel bars, was a man he thought he had lost so very long ago. The narcos fled, the coast was clear, and Alejandro dared to press himself up against the bars as he stared at you.

"(y/n)?"

You turned around, grinning and rushing to the bars when you saw him, reaching through them to grab his hand as tears came to your eyes. "Jaanu..."

He was stunned, ever since he had lost you, he thought he would never hear that word uttered again, and as he stared at your dirty and worn uniform, the Gurkha badge on your arm, he couldn't even believe it; his heart was pounding, mouth dry as he simply stared at you. For so many years, he had thought that you were dead, he even went to Kohalpur to tell your family how sorry he was, how guilty he felt; they didn't seem so worried, telling him that the only men afraid of death were either liars or Gurkhas. Telling him the age-old motto: Kathar hunnu bhanda marnu ramro. He wanted to smile, thinking how they were right, but then he looked at you, and he frowned; he needed to get you out.

"Wait here," he told you softly, waiting for you to let go before he darted off, searching bodies to find the key to get you out, his hands shaking. The last time his hands shook was during your nikkah.

He found it, and rushed back, opening the cage and stepping inside, immediately wrapping his arms around you and burying his face against the side of your neck; he dared to switch to Nepali, for your sake. "Fuck, I've missed you!"

"I missed you, too," you muttered, only embracing him for a moment before you pulled away. You gently pushed his chin with your knuckles, smiling. "I need my Kukri... you wait here, I'll be back."

Alejandro didn't want to leave you, following behind when you left the cell and keeping his gun at the ready; he stood over you while you grabbed your blade, but struggled to keep up when you ran off. Gurkhas were tough, he knew that, he knew that there was a reason why the saying went that only Gurkhas told the truth about not being afraid of death, but he was worried; he had no idea what had happened to you, other than the fact that you had been captured all those years ago, he wanted to make sure that you were at least not in pain. Gurkhas were tough, but not invincible.

He stayed close when he caught up to you, recoiling when he pinned a man to the ground and slit his throat with that blade, only to do it to the next one without even missing a beat; it was methodical, apathetic, it was war. Alejandro had seen it before, it was war. Alejandro didn't think he would be so glad to see an eighteen inch curved blade in his life, even if he was a little taken back when you used both hands to strike at one of the narcos, and took their head off of their shoulders without even blinking.

Gurkhas were feared around the world for good reason, and Alejandro could see it now; you didn't stop until the last one was down, panting heavily as you wiped blood from your face, letting it smear across your features. Eyes wide and wild. Blood trickling off of the edge of your blade as you stared out at the open area.

"(y/n)," Alejandro put his gun down, letting it rest at his back, the strap digging into his already tight chest, as he gently reached for your hand, wiping his thumb across your bloodied knuckles. He had to think of the words when he thought about how to ask in Nepali. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, giving him a curt nod as you cleared your throat. "Kathar hunnu bhanda marnu ramro."

He wanted to smile, licking his lips as he gestured for you to follow him. "You're missing your hat, Gurkha."

"I know," you murmured. "Fucking bastards took it."

"I have your spare at home," he told you. "I kept it on the doorframe for you, amor."

You smiled, still holding onto his hand tightly as you allowed him to lead you through the compound through to where the medics and doctors were waiting for any wounded. "Jaanu?"

"It's okay," Alejandro said softly, prompting you towards the medics. "I'm not leaving your side."

You nodded, letting go of his hand and frowning as you approached the medics; you heard Alejandro talk to them in Spanish, nodding along and even correcting him when he got a detail wrong. But he didn't leave your side, practically stuck to you as he allowed the medics to look you over; the only thing they found was a single acne spot on your left shoulder. Alejandro didn't believe them, and the second he had you in his car, letting you sit in the back with the boot doors open, he was checking you over, hands roaming over your body as he muttered in a mix of Spanish and Nepali - but then you laughed, and gently grabbed his wrists, knowing that he would understand when you spoke in Nepali.

"My love, I'm fine. Honestly. It takes more than a few years of imprisonment by a few cunts to take a Gurkha down."

Alejandro smiled, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry, amor, but I want to make sure... I thought you'd died."

You shook your head, running a hand through his hair as you chuckled softly. "Do you have that little faith in your own husband?"

He scoffed quietly, daring to sit beside you, resting his head on your shoulder as he took your hand once more, noticing that your wedding band had become ever so slightly dull and scratched. "What did they do to you?"

"Not a lot," you admitted. "Mostly asked for information... I don't think they knew how hard it is to break a Gurkha, though."

Alejandro hummed. "I kept everything the way it way when you left... your prayer mat is in the cupboard in the kitchen now, though. Rodolfo helped to make it so that it had its own space."

"Thank you," you said softly. "Y'know, I never stopped thinking about you... we have a lot of lost time to make up for."

He nodded in agreement, sniffling as he swallowed thickly. "I thought I'd lost you forever... I kept crying when I heard Zanjeero Se."

"Bloodywood made you cry?" You asked softly, and when he nodded again, you let go of his hand in order to gently press yours to the side of his head, moving your thumb up and down ever so gently. "You found me, jaanu... you don't have to think you lost me anymore. Your husband's back."

"I went to see your family," he started, "they thought you'd be fine... they were right."

"Yeah, they were," you admitted softly. "Did you at least celebrate Ramadan with them?"

"I did," Alejandro told you gently. "Eid, too... it wasn't the same without you, though, amor. It really wasn't."

"I'll be there next year," you dared to kiss his head. "And the year after... unless I'm deployed."

Alejandro sighed, letting a comfortable silence drape over you both like a warm blanket on a cold winter morning, cuddled into your side as he tried his best to hold back the tears; he was grateful to have you back, to be held by you again, to be able to stop missing you. But more than that, he was joyful. He had his husband back, he had his Gurkha back, and for that, he didn't want to stop being joyful. He knew Allah had been watching him that day. The famous quote echoed in his head for a moment, and he grinned.

"lf a man says he is not afraid of dying, he is either lying or he is a Gurkha."

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[teleiapotami]

NaLu Day 1

Happy NaLu Week! I am super excited to take part in my first NaLu week! I hope you all enjoy! Day One. @allaboutnalu @thenaluarchive

Anniversary

“Your anniversary with Lucy is coming up Natsu. Did you forget again this year?” Happy flew in circles above Natsu’s head. His tone was teasing, as though he already knew the answer to his question. Natsu chose not to answer, staring out at the quiet guildhall. It was a rainy day, so most people stayed home rather than hang out in the hall. The quiet atmosphere coupled with the grey skies had made his mood sour. Anniversary huh?

Natsu had not forgotten. In fact, he hadn’t forgotten any of the years that the others thought he had. He just didn’t understand anniversaries the way the others did. An anniversary is the celebration of the first time you did something, right? Why does only one first matter?

Looking around the guildhall he could see a hundred firsts as though they were printed into the wood grain of the walls and tables themselves. At the doorway, he could see the first time he brought Lucy to the guild. She had gaped at the sign with a look of such wonder and fulfillment that even then it made his pulse race.

The request board, though a completely different one now after so many years, held the memory of the first job they took together. Everlue’s mansion seemed like such a lifetime ago, and yet the lessons he learned about his partner were still at the forefront of his mind. It was there that he learned of her strong sense of justice, her compassion, and her uncompromising ideals.

In the corner of the room sat a large box full of iron scraps, Gajeel’s snack box. The smell of the iron always reminded him of the day Phantom Lord had attacked them and kidnapped Lucy. That was the first time he realized that she meant much more to him than just a teammate. The battle against Gajeel had taught him that Lucy was loyal, brave, trusting, and above all, she was his. He hadn’t known at the time why he felt that way, but it would always be a memory that resonated within him.

Hanging on the wall, a painting Reedus did of the Tenrou Team held the first time he realized that Lucy loved him. She hadn’t said it, and still wouldn’t for a long time after that moment, but he understood it all the same. In her fight with Kain Hikaru of Grimoire Heart, he found himself trapped in rubble and begged her to run and save herself, but she refused. The massive man had lifted her by the head to face Natsu. Expecting her to be afraid or resigned, instead her face wore the largest smile he had ever seen. Her words echoed in his mind: It’s always more fun when we are together. It was a mantra he carried with him every day.

The shelf behind the bar houses a large silver trophy bearing an engraved Fairy Tail emblem. Emblazoned on the base are the words ‘X791 Grand Magic Games – Fiore’s Greatest Guild – Fairy Tail’. In this relic rests many memories of firsts. The most significant was the moment he watched as Lucy died. In that moment he found himself facing the concept of a world without her and found it unbearable. That horrific moment was branded into his mind as the same moment that he realized he was in love with Lucy. He swore to save and protect her future, a vow he maintains even now.

Hanging from the rafters is a tattered flag with the guild emblem on it. The same one he pulled from the rubble just before the war against Alvarez. The bittersweet feeling matches the tattered remains perfectly, as this is the memory of the first (and last) time he left Lucy behind. A year in seclusion, training to become strong enough to protect Lucy’s future forever. But for her, it was a year of seclusion without him or any of their friends. Looking back at the training time now, Natsu can see that the most valuable lesson learned in that year was how much he wanted to be by her side, always.

“I’m going for a walk Happy; I’ll see you back home.” He wanders absently out into the drizzling rain. Even the weather held an anniversary for him. It was raining like this the day he first kissed her.

A picnic in South Gate turned into a mad dash for cover from the sudden downpour. The sound of her giggles and squeals still rang in his ears, bringing a smile to his lips. Hiding under a small awning, they watched the rain fall from the sunny sky. His arm was around her shoulders, drying the wetness from her clothes with his warmth. She told him of Sunbursts, a kind of rain shower that bursts forth from a sunny sky, just like the one that day. He’d watched her face as she spoke of how her mother told her that Sunbursts always preempted some of the most beautiful moments in life because they guaranteed a rainbow at the end. When she turned and smiled up at him he captured her lips with his own, leaving both of them glassy-eyed and panting gently. “I guess your mom was right…” he’d murmured to her. She had thrown her arms around his neck, attaching the memory of their second kiss to the sound of rain on the pavement as well.

Passing by the apartment on Strawberry Street was always full of memories. Glancing up at the window made him grin at the number of times he’d broken into her home to wait for her. His favorite anniversary held there was the night they had slept together. A long mission surrounded by their team, with no time to themselves, ended with the couple tangled together in Lucy’s bed. Exploring each other’s bodies had been the sweetest adventure, and it was one Natsu enjoyed embarking on as often as she would let him.

Ahead and to the left stood the trinket store where he purchased the small ring that changed their world in a big way. He’d never dreamt of being married, but when a glint in the window caught his eye, he couldn’t look away. A braided silver band with a golden strand twined through it supported twelve small diamonds surrounding a star-shaped opal. He had begged a loan from the only man he knew could keep a secret to buy it. How could he work extra to save for it quickly when Lucy went with him on every job? Gray had agreed, only after Natsu showed him the ring. It was perfect for Lucy, and there would never be a better one.

Looking up he realized he had almost made it to their house. Quickening his pace he crossed the remaining distance and slipped inside. His clothes steamed dry as he made his way to the kitchen where he could hear Lucy singing to herself. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he planted his chin on her shoulder. She turned in his arms and kissed him softly, studying his face.

“Hey, what’s up? You look like something is bothering you.”

He smiled slightly and brushed his nose against hers. “Nah, I was just thinking about our anniversary.”

She pressed another gentle kiss against his lips. “Which one?” The question made Natsu grin. He didn’t know why he let the others get to him. He may not celebrate anniversaries the way others expected him to, but his Lucy understood him. Moreover, she accepted his way of thinking and loved him for it. “All of them.” He buried his face into her neck, inhaling his favorite scent in the world. “I love you, Luce.”

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[lilyrizzy]

Prompt: you can try to go home, but it will never feel the same

anon i know you probably wanted some daniel returning to redbull angst with this one, but i am nothing if not diaspointing lol, so have a self absorbed 'in that iron ground' sequal i wrote instead.

cw: parental death, angst, speculation on what it means to be the 'biological' parent or not of a child

“Here you are.”

 Max’s voice comes from behind him, but Daniel doesn’t turn from where he’s watching the gentle rise and fall of their daughter’s chest, the way the colourful lights from the mobile dance across her face in the darkened room.

“I’ve read they decided those types are bad for babies now,” Michelle had told him earlier, in that critical, been there, done that parent way, with just a healthy dose of big sister smugness thrown in, as she’d watched him attach it to the crib. It’s so old. Daniel wonders if it wasn’t the same one he slept in.

 Like father, like daughter.

 “I thought you had got lost on your way from the bathroom.”

 Daniel still doesn’t look up, but he hears the telltale ‘click,’ of Max switching off the baby monitor. Daniel has joked, more than once, about how Max had it surgically attached to his hip 6 months ago, when she first came into their world. Red-faced, and kicking, and the best decision they ever made.

 He comes to stand beside Daniel.

 Everybody else is downstairs. It’s past ten but even the kids are still up. Izzy is ‘waiting for Santa,’ and Isaac is shooting Daniel eye-rolls over her head, as though to prove he’s a grown-up because now he knows the truth. Max has been quizzing Michelle endlessly on the pro’s and con’s of different milk warming systems, and his mum has been sat listening with her new boyfriend—Tim’s—hand on her knee, and Daniel just-

 He just needed a minute.

 “Sorry,” he murmurs, not wanting to disturb Emilia, though anyone would know she was Max’s daughter by her ability to sleep through an earthquake alone, “I just-“

 “Wanted a moment?” Max supplies, because of course he knows when it comes to his family.

Daniel nods. Emilia makes a little noise, a groan, like she’s thinking about protesting their loving stares, but it’s gone as quickly as it came.

“It’s weird,” Daniel eventually gets out. “Coming home, and there’s another man sitting with my mum on the couch.”

But it’s not even about that, not really. Tim is nice, he makes his mum laugh and Michelle tells him regularly over the phone, “she’s really happy, Daniel. It’s the first time I’ve seen her smile so much since dad.” He shakes Daniel’s hand and asks him about his new job with the Redbull junior team, and when his mum sent Emilia her first party dress in the post, she had signed his name right next to ‘grandma’ on the card.

Besides, if Daniel ever- He’d want Max to find somebody else too. Even if the idea of it makes Daniel sick to his stomach, makes him want to do something crazy like tattoo his name onto Max’s chest, the thought of him being alone forever is worse.

Max’s hand comes to cup the back of his neck, to rub his thumb over the muscle that he knows aches more these days than it used to.

“When my mum got her first boyfriend, I did not like it also,” he admits, though it doesn’t sound like a feeling he is shying away from. “I know it is not the same, but I think always it is strange to see your mum with somebody else."

It is, but maybe what’s stranger is the way it took Daniel getting to the ranch for him to realise that his dad wouldn’t be here for his daughter’s first Christmas. He’d spent the first evening looking helplessly around the dinner table at everybodys faces, foolishly stunned to learn that the sudden life of her couldn’t raise his father from the ground.

“Sometimes I still have to remember,” he admits, because it suddenly feels too shameful to keep a secret. “That he’s- That my dad is dead.”

He forces the words past his teeth, eyes fixed on the slight purse of Emilia’s lips. It’s something he’s been practicing with his therapist; not shying away from saying the truth. You’d think that after five years it would feel like that, but Daniel still finds there are days when his fingers twitch to call the contact he still can’t bear to delete from his phone book.

From the corner of his eye, Daniel can see Max nod but stay silent, like he’s been given a particularly tricky problem that he’s trying to find a solution for.

“He was here for longer than he has not been here,” he eventually says, like the hole in Daniel’s life is something that can be plugged with logic.

“True,” Daniel agrees anyway, because he knows that Max is trying, and it’s unfair to expect him to have the answers when Daniel doesn’t even know what he is asking for.

The closest thing he can think of is, ‘do you think my dad would still have loved her even without any of my DNA,’ but it’s a cruel thing to ask Max, who so desperately wanted Daniel to be the biological father. Besides, it’s not like Max would know what to say to that anyway.

“Also,” Max continues, a hesitant edge to his voice now, “of course it will be more sad this time. To bring Emilia and know he is not here to see her.”

That’s closer. Daniel can feel it, the way the words pang in his chest.

Yet, to hear it while looking down at his daughter’s sleeping body, it crests an entirely different wave of fear inside him.

There will be a time when this is her, when she’ll be spending Christmas night in the house where she grew up, but that she no longer lives in, and Daniel won’t be there to see her open her presents in the morning. It’s ridiculous really. He’s never spent one holiday with her yet, and he’s already worried about the ones he’ll miss.

“When me and Michelle were kids, on Christmas night my dad would cover the floor in flour,” he begins to recount, the words made of his desire to bridge the gap between what his father was to him then, and who Daniel is now. “He would make footprints in them, all the way from the chimney to the tree and back again, for us to find in the morning. He did it for Isaac too, made Santa’s footprints, we- We should do that for Emilia, when she is old enough.”

When he looks at Max, he’s smiling. Softly, the hue of the mobile turning the tips of his mousy hair golden. He nods, reaching for Daniel’s hand, and sliding his fingers into the four gaps between Max’s feels like coming home more than boarding a plane ever has.

“I hope I am a dad like yours,” Max whispers. The and not like mine hangs so heavy in the air, Daniel doesn’t need for him to say it to hear it.  

Still, he answers him-

“I hope we are better than both of them.”

#i hope you like it anyway! #or someone at least does lol #in that iron ground #fic #max/daniel #cw parental death

[diedbutterflies69]

Obsession - Hwang Hyunjin

Synopsis - fooling the most powerful mafia for almost two years wasn't bad thing , but to get caught by him was.

Word count : 3.4 k

Contains: Hyunjin x fem reader, Dom! Hyunjin, angst, betrayal, smut, fingering, choking etc.

Minors don't interact.

Spying on the cruelest and most dangerous Mafia lord was thrilling, blood tingling and dead impenetrable. 'Cause even if you were a cunning master manipulator , Hyunjin was hundred steps ahead of you .

In your fifteen years career you only made huge mistake two times. Mistake that will lead you to your grave. Getting caught. You were caught once seven years ago by a group of stupid protesters and you had two options, kill or get killed.Again today, after all this years you were caught and you had no choice but to Die painfully slow.

" What even your dickhead boss was thinking when he sent such a delicate doll like you to me? Huh, the men their had no balls or pictured me as a fucking romantic?" Hyunjin spoke sitting on his comfy chair with your phone in his hand, his astonishment increasing more each second as he went through all your messages and recordings . Even if Hyunjin won't show, he was in awe of your immaculate spying skills. You were able to deceive him for nearly two fucking years . Now, the moment your mask fell, you were bought to this place, your nightmare. Hyunjin's warehouse, you wanted to rather die than be here because here you would get your bones relocated, eyes snatched off and fingers cut off .

Hwang Hyunjin wasn't known as cruelest mafia for nothing.

You had no guts nor energy to face Hyunjin. You were restrained on the wooden chair, every single muscle in your body screaming in agony, you were damnn sure that blood in your wrists were freezed, head hanging low , sweat and blood dripping from hair strands. The eyes of people who once adored and respected you now are staring at you with pure disgust, not trying to hide the betrayal they are feeling. You didn't felt guilty but little sad that you won't see your real clan ever.

" I have been framed... I have no fucking realation with those Bangs" you screamed the same shitty lie once again , clearly knowing not even the ants here would believe you but you weren't taught to speak the truth even if all the evidence is against you. Hyunjin stormed off the chair walking towards you, rage visible in his eyes, you know this day was bound to come but now that the small part of your is beating for him, it hurts you to know how much He despise you now. Hyunjin dug his fingers in your cheeks forcing you to look at him, lips pouting uncomfortably with eyes that held no remorse, just few tears from pain , having no emotions and pretending to just see him as opponent.

" Why do you have to do this? Why you too? I never sent my men to anyone's den then why do I have to get backstabbed every single time " Hyunjin screamed his head hurting by bitter reality, his powerful persona crumbling slowly, no where looking as a boss who caught mole in his team but a vulnerable man who got betrayed by everyone countless times and at the end by his lover too.

" I get paid for my job Mr. Hwang I have no grudges over you, you fellow little sad boi . Just kill me and I hope you will stop being stupidly in love with every women who looks hot and gives you a little too much love"

You let out everything with a smirk plastered on your face And that was it. This was where your story ends you thought. You yourself got feed up with proving your innocence, it wasn't worth it, you love Hyunjin and he loves you, but you weren't livin' in fairytales being happy forever is pure hoax . You were aware of the impact of your words, he must be regretting every moment he loved you. It was all coming together in his head, why after meeting you his life felt like rollercoaster and how you were always there to save him when ironically you were the one to throw him in mouth of danger at first place .

" You still smiling? Get out of it you failed your mission , I am still alive here and you are about to die " Hyunjin spoke, coming dangerously close to your face, getting more annoyed by your heartless behaviour while, his heart was tearing apart each second.

" I may have failed as agent Blue's mission but as Y/N your once lover I succeeded in making our love eternal, I may die once but you will be forever haunted by me and love we had"

This was the real you, the one who is sick in the head , the master manipulator and lover who everyone will fear to have. It was you who jumped on opportunity in spying Hyunjin and getting into his house when no one ever dared to even lurk around buisnesses he owns. It was your obsession with him, obsessed with idea of breaking heart with Country's most fearful mafia, awakening the sadist in him for your benefit.

" My regret wasting my emotions on slut like you" Hyunjin muttered from gritted teeth, controlling his anger, fully aware of how much of fool he became in eyes of his people, who was breaking down just because of a girl , the same guy who shedded zero tears on his father's funeral.

" Sushh , don't call me that I will get needy" you whispered loud enough for just Hyunjin to hear, futher fuelling his anger. He yanked your face away, wiping off his hand like you were most disgusting object ever .

" Everyone get out, if i see anyone near this area he will get killed "

Hyunjin howled and everyone scattered towards exit in fear and soon the warehouse was dead empty. Silence thick enough to suffocate one. Now you had no idea what Hyunjin had in stored for you but you knew it won't be anything good .

" So agent blue or I might say my slut, after thinking for awhile I got to conclusion that I love you, I love you more than guns and knifes , you dieing will obviously make me a lifeless man while you will be up there laughing at me So baby let's haunt each other forever " Hyunjin said circling around you and laughing like some kind of maniac.

You don't want to die but you don't also want to live , it was like you dug your own grave with your words.

"What the hell you mean?"you asked, wriggling on your chair and throwing draggers on Hyunjin's face.

" Don't stress about ropes i will untie them for you" Hyunjin said as he got on his knees pulling out a knife from his back pocket and cutting the ropes around your ankles , this was your chance to kick him right on his face, but that would be no use as your wrists were bound by handcuffs. While you were busy thinking of next step, you found all ropes around your body disappeared all at once but your wrists were still in those darn metal cuffs. Hyunjin held you by your arms helping you to stand up , his grip crushing your bones but if it wasn't for him you would have already kissed the ground due to your stuff limp muscles.

Hyunjin pushed your body to nearest surface, hundreds of boxes hitting your back painfully. A whimper making it's way out of your lips .

"Hands up" Hyunjin commanded and you obeyed a little too eagerly, to which he can't help but smirk. As your hands rested above your head Hyunjin undid the first few buttons of your shirt, not having to do much effort as the shirt was already torn from it's end. Your heart felt like it was on fire, his touch burning your skin with desire too powerful, lust visible in both of your eyes. Your black shirt completely undone, displaying your clothed tits . Your boobs were your man's greatest weakness and it looked like they still were, cause the moment he saw them , his hand cupped them in the most sensual, ete rolling way. Hyunjin was able to wake your sexual desires like no other. While his one hand was busy twisting and gropping your clothed nipple, the other one traveled further down below your ribcage, his soft and slow touch tickling your skin. You expected some kind of hard hate sex but Hyunjin was doing exact opposite, being so slow that he was memorizing your body but whatever he was doing you liked it. Maybe he was reminding you what gentle lover you once had because the way now his lips were sucking your neck like it's honey not minding the dried sweat and blood and treating like nothing wasn't there in the first place. Your moans and heavy breathing were the only noise overpowering the dead silence .

"Hyunjin please"

"Please what baby?"

" Ruin me please"

"Oh I will" Hyunjin smiled wickedly before moving his hands further down, halting at the button of your denim, you wondered why the hell you had to wear jeans the day you got caught, it would have been better if it was skirt cause that shit will took ages to get removed or so you thought Because before you know, the denims were resting at some corner of room along with your panties. You were almost full naked and already ruined while Hyunjin looked the most elegant and sophisticated mafia ever in his black clothes. It was humiliating but it was exactly what turns you on.

" how the hell you are so wet? I barely even touched you" he palmed your pussy , your juices sticking to his cold palm , his index and middle finger parting your folds ever so slowly. the thing about your body that Hyunjin liked the most was how reactive and sensitive you were , one touch and your breathe becomes unequal and body sets itself in fire. His fingers were going in and out of you painfully slow and it was exiting but you were always greedy for more .

"Hyunjin please, faster" you begged with tears threatening to fall from frustration . You knew Hyunjin himself won't be able to continue his slow pace, cause the tenth in his pants looked too painful to ignore, if your hands weren't bounded you would have grabbed him and give best handjob ever.

" As you wish agent blue" Hyunjin said your codename bitterly, and suddenly his fingers were exactly working at pace you liked hard and fast. Your soft walls were getting the tortured it deserved, thumb circling the clit, before pinching it in most crude way possible. Your moans were nothing compared to the squeaky wet noise your cunt was letting out. Your juices were dripping down your thighs and pooled below on the floor, you were close too close now, and the moment Hyunjin put his third digit inside you, you couldn't control yourself. He was scissoring inside you in most painful and toe curling way possible.

" Hyunjin i wanna cum, Can i please please let me" you begged your words hard to decipher between hiccups and moans. During this two years you spent with Hyunjin, you had rules he made in bedroom tattooed inside your brain. The first never to cum without his permission . His control freak behaviour did nothing wrong but turn you on further. Upon hearing your request, Hyunjin deliberately slowed down his moments before looking at you with evil smile and halting all his moments, removing his digits from your needy pussy, while you look at him with frustration and disappoint.

"Sorry baby, but punishment of betrayal isn't only a ruined orgasam" Hyunjin said before shoving his fingers inside your mouth and you sucked at them without further wait. He pushed his fingers even deeper making you gag uncontrollably while simultaneously pressing them harder on your tongue, spit dripping down from lips to chin, Hyunjin absolutely adored the mess he created out of you.

" Gosh Agent Blue have some manners, stop drooling like some dog , can't you right?" Hyunjin mocked you, his words travelling straight to your cunt , making your another hole drip too. Your head was dizzy, the only thing you wished was to Hyunjin dick you down right this moment , wanting nothing but for him to use your body all over again and again.

Hyunjin removed his wet fingers from your mouth, he smeared your saliva from your one cheek to another, making you looked fully fucked up , actress straight from hard porn . You asked him to ruin you and it was exactly Hyunjin did. He mumbled something like dirty little bitch , while his other hand choked you without any mercy , white. All you can see was white stars .

" Now let's gap you down there, shall we?" The thought of finally having Hyunjin inside you sent shivers down your spine, you had no idea how your knees still didn't gave out but now you sure that you will fall. Hyunjin lowered his pants and boxers, removing his cock, as you expected rock hard and dripping with precum. Hyunjin held you by your waist, while the another one positioned his cock head inside you, pussy already opening up from previous assult . He was just halfway inside you, and it felt like you would burst from the stretch, his size always leaving you grasping for air.

" Baby still can't take me full way in without crying like a little bitch" Hyunjin spoke to himself, grunting silently as your walls squeezed him up, the pleasure already spreading in his veins, with every thrust of his hips, your body was set to fire, his clothes rubbing against your bare skin , making it harder for you to stand still .

" Kiss me please" you said inbetween your hard breathing, just having epiphany that Hyunjin haven't yet kissed you. That was when Hyunjin himself realised how much his lips have longed for yours, he wasted no time before engulfing your mouth hungrily, swallowing your moans whimpers , them moment his lips touched yours, a wave of multiple emotions took over him, flashbacks of your first kiss, dinner kisses, how tenderly you kissed his forehead every morning as the first thing after waking up. Was all that love just for show? Did you ever loved him or used him? The memories of you saving him from grave situations also replayed inside his head, you had multiple chances of killing him in the easiest way but you didn't. His lips pushed harder against yours , tongue exploring each corner.

You felt a single water droplet on your cheek, mistaking it as sweat but after breaking the kiss, you saw Hyunjin crying. You never expected to be reason for his tears , it broke your heart, hating yourself for the person you are. Why can't you both stay happy like in fairytales? Happy forever.

" I am sorry.. I am sorry" you kept apologizing , bringing your cuffed hands lower, in attempt to wipe his tears. Hyunjin cupped your jaw again kissing you harder. Fear of losing you making him go insane. Your sex going from slow and sensual to rough to emotional and just ugly crying.

" You love me right? Please say you do . Please just one time" Hyunjin asked, his voice never been so vulnerable, he was sniffing down his tears but it was impossible for him to now stop crying. He patted your hair affectionately, while searching for answer he wanted.

" I love you, I really love you, it wasn't act I swear.. " you said sobbing uncontrollably. If you knew your obsession can turn something so pure like this, you won't have jumped here in the first place, rather than seeing Hyunjin like this , you will die a thousand deaths.

"I have a plan but let's first finish what we are doing okay" Hyunjin spoke after few seconds , his voice sounding little hopeful and exited like a child. You both were too busy crying that the sexual beasts inside both of you disappeared for few minutes.

" Oh yes" you said chuckling, your hands tightening around his neck. Looking in Hyunjin's eyes before resting your head on his shoulder, lips to close to his ear.

" Make me cum , you asshole" you seductively whispered, Hyunjin sweared, he could get off only by your voice. He positioned his cock back inside you, both moaning at the same time, his grip around your hips tightened as he thrusted all the way inside you.

" You will no longer work for Bangs, you will work for me" Hyunjin said, hatred laced up heavily in his voice, While his hand travelled down your stomach, pressing it down and feeling himself inside you.

" Yes i won't, i promise" you let out , words breaking , due to constant pleasure.

" Agent Blue is dead today from now on you are agent Hyunjin's wife"

#stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #straykids #skz x reader #skz angst #stray kids angst #hyunjin smut #kpop smut #skz #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin angst #hwang hyunjin smut

[animebw]

Okay, I’m abuzz with Black Panther 2 thoughts, so I clearly need to make a more in-depth most than just “It’s even better than the first one.” No spoilers beyond vague indications of what happens, but proceed at your own risk.

Something I don’t think the MCU gets enough credit for is how good it is at turning audience doubts into the backbone of its best features. People don’t think that a superhero team-up movie could ever work? The Avengers’ in-universe thematic thrust is about proving that a superhero team-up is possible, and it changed global cinemas forever. But how do you just do normal superhero movies after such a huge event? Well, Iron Man 3 is all about Tony Stark asking himself that same question and figuring out who he wants to be after the Battle of New York. What place does a goody two-shoes like Captain America have in today’s more cynical world? Easy: his place is confronting the ugly realities of modern politics and fighting like hell to bring back some semblance of what America should be like he does in Winter Soldier. Even more recently, She-Hulk has a lot of fun toying with its fans and haters alike, and it does it wall because it’s so perfectly able to predict how people will react to it and what issues people might take with it. Time and time again, the MCU turns proving skeptical audiences wrong into the very backbone of its stories, and it’s really damn good at it.

I don’t think anyone expected they’d ever have to pull off something like this, though.

Chadwick Boseman died far too young, and now Black Panther must move on without him. But even aside from the inherent tragedy of his loss, he so perfectly embodied the character of T’Challa that the thought of recasting him- or passing the title to someone else- felt impossible. And there was probably no way to make a Black Panther sequel under those conditions other than by, once again, making the movie all about addressing those conditions in-universe. The actor and character are so closely tied, there’s just no way to avoid the weight of his loss in another story about him, so you might as well lean into it. King T’Challa died far too young, and now Wakanda must move on without him. But even aside from the inherent tragedy of his loss, he so perfectly filled the shoes of the Black Panther that the thought of anyone else taking his mantle, especially with the heart-shaped herbs gone, feels impossible. And all of us, on both sides of the screen, must grapple with the grief of his death while finding a way to carry on his legacy anew.

And it could’ve so easily been a disaster. This is the only way they could’ve made Black Panther 2, but it’s also the riskiest way they could’ve made it. Trying to grapple with such a raw, open wound of grief in the context of a superhero sequel, to answer everyone’s feelings about this real person they’re mourning, is such an insurmountable challenge I wouldn’t have blamed Marvel if they decided to just shelve the property and not risk it blowing up in their faces.

But I’m so glad they let Ryan Coogler take that chance. Because he fucking nailed it. This is one of the most beautiful blockbuster films I think I’ve ever seen, and it easily ranks among my top 5 all-time Marvel films.

I’ll avoid spoilers for now and let you all experience it as mostly blind as I did. You deserve to. But one more thing I want to shout out is that this is a giant movie, all but guaranteed to make a billion dollars, and it’s completely led by black women. Angela Bassett, Danai Gurira, Dominique Thorne, Lupita Nyong’o, Letitia Wright (god, Letitia Wright is so fucking good in this) are this movie’s driving force, its beating heart, its raison d’etre. This is a story about black women in all their complexities and differences, and that is truly something worth celebrating.

#black panther #black panther 2 #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #chadwick boseman #letitia wright #danai gurira #angela bassett #dominique thorne #lupita nyong'o #marvel #mcu #the anime binge-watcher #tabw

[cowboyhorsegirl]

Favourite sineala fanfic

🔫🔪🔫🔪🔫🔪cruel and unusual to try and make me pick just one so here's five six (in no particular order)

Mercy in You

When Tony comes back from a very bad D/s date, in pain and abandoned by his dom, Steve offers to help Tony out and give him all the aftercare he so desperately needs.

How to Date a Robot

How do you date a robot? Even the twenty-first century doesn't have the answers to every question. Steve will have to figure this one out for himself -- after he politely rebuffs Mr. Stark's interest, of course. Sure, Mr. Stark is handsome, but Steve would rather be with his bodyguard. So when Iron Man agrees to go on a date with Steve, Steve couldn't be happier. He loves Iron Man with all of his heart, and their relationship rapidly grows serious. But why does Mr. Stark hate Iron Man so much? And why in the world is Mr. Stark trying to tear Steve and Iron Man apart?

Not So Secret Anymore

When Steve's laptop isn't working right, Tony offers to fix it for him, and he quickly discovers the problem: computer viruses. He also discovers a fairly large amount of porn. Gay porn. But that can't be Steve's gay porn, surely. Captain America doesn't have hundreds of gigabytes of gay porn. A virus must have put it there. Clearly the best thing to do is to delete all of this gay porn that doesn't belong on Steve's computer and then they'll never have to have a conversation about it and Steve will definitely never find out about the massive crush Tony has on him. Good idea. This plan is perfect. Right up until Tony gets an email from Steve, asking if he could please have his collection of homosexual pornography back now.

Never Too Late for Love

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one. Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in. And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

Thrust Issues (specifically chapter 8) ((more specifically the last half of chapter 8))

A battle gone wrong leads Tony to the unexpected and pleasant discovery that Steve is much more well-endowed than he could ever have imagined. But when Tony learns that Steve has never actually been able to sleep with anyone because of his size, Tony does what any good friend would do: he offers to relieve Steve of his virginity. Personally. Tony's determined, Tony's methodical, and Tony has a plan. He's going to get Steve laid. Tony just needs to make sure Steve never finds out that Tony's in love with him.

Man is a Wolf to Man (that's right it's capwolf time!!)

When Antonius is falsely accused and convicted of murdering an ambassador, he is condemned to death by the wild beasts of the arena. But the wolf sent to kill him is something rather more than he ever expected.

#who am i kidding though every time i wanna just read chapter 8 of thrust issues i end up reading chapters 9 & 10 too #this should be an ask meme though. like send me a fic author and i'll send you a list of my fave works from them #that would be fun if i wasn't god awful at answering things in a timely manner (i'm sorry!) #fic! #stevetony #signed sealed delivered #yanderefreud #btw i hope u know you are legally obligated to tell me your fave sine fics now🔫🔪

[malavera]

Imagine if you’re Tom Cruise’s Gen Z Co-Star…

I think there will be lots of fun dont you think?

you’re a rising actress and your next project happens to be with Tom Cruise

you’re very thankful for the opportunity, the Film Project is a Rom-Com, and it’s been forever since Tom has played in any Drama movies right…

you can freely imagine what you want your role in this movie project as but lets focus on the fun

one time you were looking for Tom in the area until a crew said that he’s in his Trailer, you found him to be scrolling through his phone on TikTok

“what are you doing?”

“i dont know my agent told me to download this app and i’ve been on it for 3 hours! Did you know about TikTok Y/N? How come I never found out about this sooner!”

you were taking a break with the whole crew and one of them decided to pump out a music

“JUST A HEART BROKE BITCH HIGH HEELS SIX INCH IN THE BACK OF THE NIGHTCLUB SIPPIN CHAMPAGNE”

“OH WOW WHAT IS THIS SONG I’M REALLY FEELING THE BEAT” Tom started to shake his little ass up to the beat that you find him adorable

resulting him asking for your playlist

“Y/N could you help me with-”

“i refuse, i refuse” and he looked at you bewildered but eventually you showed him the trending Meme on TikTok

at lunch break they served Boba drinks and Tom has never tried it!

“Are you kidding me? You never.. EVER… Tasted one in your whole life?!”

“Uhh.. in case you forget i’ve lived lives before you… but yeah I never tried Boba.”

eventually he tries it and he loves it!

“Y/N who’s Billie Eilish?"

"Y/N why do you have to change your phone every year?"

"Because i'm FOMO, Tom."

"You're what?"

Sigh, "FOMO means Fear of Missing Out. And it's not healthy, don't get into it."

"Tom are you team Iron man or Captain America?"

the age gap wouldn't matter because you enjoy having him as a friend or even as a mentor. you'd share all kinds of things that he wouldn't understand coming out from your generation, and vice versa.

it's fun

#tom cruise #tom cruise headcanon #tom cruise headcanons #tom cruise fic #tom cruise fluff #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise imagines