#the hulk x ps reader

[emomanswhore]

I feel like... if you call ghost daddy in bed he'll go crazy

ghost with a daddy kink ? oh yeah… he definitely eats it up, when his prettiest princess calls him daddy in bed. <33

—❤︎︎ — DADDY’S HOME . . . ❞

SIMON GHOST RILEY X FEM!READER

✵. !! WC : 3.7k

✵. !! TAGS & CW : explicit content! (18+ mdni) - service/softdom!ghost (he’s a lil bit mean), cunnilingus, daddy kink, size kink/difference, praise/petname usage, subtle spit kink, squirting, thigh slapping, overstimulation, dumbification, pussydrunk!ghost (hes in LOVE with your pussy), orgasm denial, fingering, the mask stays ON.

✵. !! A/N : hihi babies ! just a lil treat for y’all and thank you for 700+ follows and all the love you’ve given for simon says ♡!! hope you enjoy this mini fic, lmk how we feeling about it !! <33 ps… i folded. im sat. i actually wanna call this man daddy so bad. 🧎‍♀️

In your mind, there was one word— one forsaken word that you refused to utter. A word that only the most sexually deprived would use.

A person with their morals in check, should never attempt to sexualize something that is meant as an innocent title and name. Usually reserved for an actual father, or someone fulfilling the role of a male caregiver.

Right.

A person with their morals in check.

Right. You totally weren’t projecting… and deeply shaming your own innermost yearning, to desperately call your boyfriend ‘daddy’ while he fucked you.

It definitely wasn’t a thing you could say you were proud to admit outloud. Nope, you would quite frankly rather be caught dead than have your questionable cravings exposed to the world.

But every single day, you swore to god that your boyfriend tried to purposely provoke you into using the absolutely forbidden word.

Simon always took care of you. Whether that’d be making sure you got to work safely, cooking you meals on days that you were too tired to be bothered, or even texting you throughout the day to make sure you were resting properly.

You know. You know that’s probably the absolute bare minimum, and what a boyfriend is supposed to do for you in a serious relationship. But you just couldn’t help that ache and flutter you got in your heart, that made you so weak for him.

He worked so hard every single day, busy and moving nonstop on less than four hours of full rest. Even when he had his most stressful and agonizingly long days at work, he still tried to reach out to you. It could be a single worded text message or a phone call that only lasted for five minutes.

No matter what or without question, Simon will do his absolute best to tend to you. It was truly unconditional love, devotion, and his unspoken rule to give you whatever you most desired.

And you feel sick— sick in the head for letting your insatiable lust take over your sense of morality. Putting his mostly wholesome catering ways, in the same category as what you needed to relieve that scorching, sore pounding in your core.

That was alright though, you could live off your little fantasies and scenarios you created in your mind. Always making yourself dizzy and soft headed, imagining a world where he would make love to you and refer to himself as ‘daddy’.

It would suit him so well. Your hulk of a man, who had to put a slight bend in his knees whenever he came through the doors of your home. His mellow, husky voice always gently rasping to you— almost never, ever raising it higher than an octave at you. The way he could spoil you absolutely rotten, only ever calling you by his own little terms of endearment.

Always putting you first when he fucked you. Even in times when it got rough or you two were experimenting with things on the more intense side, you always came first. Literally and physically, since Simon couldn't properly get off himself, without knowing you were completely satisfied.

Your aftercare would consist of cuddling, he’d coo the sweetest of praises as he handled your sore limbs.

“My sweet girl, look at how pretty she is. Did such a good job today, angel. I know baby, I'll take good care of you now. Such a pretty girl, aren't you?”

It’s perfectly fine.

You could keep all those things about him to yourself. Just let your brain work its magic, to create fantasies and fill the deep void of your scorching carnality. You always subconsciously needed that one little thing to make yourself come even harder. But you were a good, grateful girl for him and always let Simon know how well he treated your body.

It’s perfectly fine. You don’t need a daddy kink in your life, to make yourself feel better. You were so much better than that, and you’d never let Simon get the idea that you were some ill, perverted deviant.

It was all fine.

Until today, when he finally pulls the most forbidden word out your mouth— and satiates the bubbling, hot desire that has a heavy chokehold on your heart and soul.

You don’t know how things escalated so fast.

One minute, you get his text that he’s on his way home and he’ll see you soon.

Out of pure joy and excitement to finally see him again after three weeks, you start to get yourself ready for the evening by taking an extra long shower. Making sure you’ve lathered and exfoliated every inch of your body in vanilla scented body polish, with a hint of brown sugar and cocoa butter. It was always Simon’s favorite scent on you, and he’d seemed more clingy than usual whenever your sweet aroma hit his nose.

The next hour, you throw on a simple, yet cheeky little lingerie set.

A delicate floral embroidered baby blue bra, with its matching mini stringed thong panty. You couldn’t help but fall in love with it at first sight. The design is a lovely work of art, the milky color enhancing the glow of your soft skin— yet it’s so scandalous on your body.

You did purposely get a smaller size, but on top of that it was made of see through mesh material. Not a single doubt in your mind that if he looked close enough, Simon could make out the shape of your nipples through the bra. And between your legs? The outline of your folds were perfectly clear and transparent against the light color of your panties.

After spending another minute admiring yourself in the bathroom mirror and taking a few selfies of your enticing form, you slip on a fluffy cream colored robe and head to the kitchen. You wanted to get something in your stomach before Simon came home, so you decided to lightly snack on a slice of pomegranate fruit.

You don’t even make it to the fridge before you hear the sharp clicking of keys turning a door knob, and feel the cold gust of wind that comes with the front door being swung open.

A gasp and squeal flies out your mouth as you bounce up and down on your toes, the actual sight of your boyfriend trudging in through the doorway makes your heart swell and pound in your chest.

“Baby!” You practically skip on your feet towards him, unable to hide your excitement of his abrupt appearance, as he starts taking quick strides to meet you halfway.

You think with how fast Simon approaches towards you, and him not even bothering to take off his shoes at the front door, he must’ve been just as excited to see you.

When you two finally meet each other in the middle of the hallway, you give him a big, dazzling smile as you go to lean in to hug him.

Before you can get your arms around him, he places a large hand on the small of your back and pulls you in close to his chest. You gape up at him, your smile slowly melting down to a look of pure confusion. Knees already feeling wobbly at his close proximity, and the way he has to tilt his head down to look you in the eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat, when he slowly drags his open palm up along the cotton material of your robe. Even through its thickness, you can feel the heat radiating off his hand that follows along the curve of your back. Sending tingles down your spine, when his hand eventually makes its way up to the soft nape of your neck.

You both stare at each other. Your eyes become hazy and unfocused, while his dark ones scan over your perfect little form. You hear him pull in a deep breath of air through his nose. Holding it in his chest for five seconds before letting it back out, while he drags his eyes up back onto yours.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day long, y’know that?” He mutters these words, yet somehow they’re loud enough to ring and echo in your eardrums. You pull your lips in your mouth, feeling your core thump in tune with the pitter patter of your heartbeat.

You practically whimper out loud, as he continues onto his sentence,

“ ‘S about time I came home. Think it’s only right to show my princess how much I really missed her, wouldn’t you agree, pretty baby ?”

That was the only warning you were given… for what your boyfriend truly had planned for you, once he finally got his hands on you. Everything after that moment, truly did escalate as if time were being fasted forward.

You knew he missed you. Without him vocally telling you how much he thought of you, his actions spoke much louder than his words.

He was so sloppy.

From the way he practically rips your robe off your trembling body, to pushing you down onto your shared mattress and diving face first into the warm heat of your clothed pussy.

He was truly like a dog in heat. Not even bothering to take his mask off completely from his head, and only lifts it enough to show you his parting lips as he comes face to face with the growing patch of wetness sticking in your panties.

“Look at my pretty lil’ lady,” he coos softly, hooking his thumb into the side of your soiled panties and pulling them to the side to expose your glistening cunt to his heavy eyes. “Missed me, haven’t you? Can’t imagine how tight ‘n upset you are, since I haven’t been givin’ you proper treatment lately.”

It always blew your mind when Simon literally talked to your pussy.

Speaking in soft murmurs and giving it the same delicate pet names that he gave you, the owner of it. As dumb as it probably sounded, you sometimes couldn’t help but feel that ugly swirl of jealousy when he practically treated it like it was an entire living and breathing person.

You don’t have time to mull over your childish feelings, letting out a squeak when he grabs both of your thighs and presses them back until your knees squish against your chest.

“Know you’re mad at me, little one” Another squeak sounds out your throat, as you feel him turn his head to the side of your thigh and he lets his teeth sink into the doughy flesh of your skin. He hums, sucking on the flesh before letting it go and pressing a soft kiss to the flaming bruise he leaves behind. “Gonna show you how much I’ve missed splittin’ you open on my tongue.”

He follows through with his words, putting his full attention back onto your pussy. Using his index and middle fingers to pry open the thick lips of your cunt, groaning when he sees your hole twitching and spasming over nothing. The scent of your nectar coating your thighs and leaking out your pussy, makes him feel even more high and drunk off your arousal.

You’re so messy already. And like the gentleman that he was, Simon always took the initiative to help clean up messes that you made.

Still keeping his fingers spread enough to keep your lips parted, he lolls his thick tongue out before swiping it on your slit. You mewl and flinch at the feeling of his warm tongue, but he grips the side of your thighs to keep you still. Simon continues licking up and down your cunt. Maintaining the same pattern of stroking his strong tongue, as if he were savoring a frozen delicacy that helplessly dripped down the side of its waffle cone.

Once he feels like he’s collected enough of your cum on his tongue, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of you sit heavy on his taste-buds.

Your toes curl and you let out a soft gasp, as you watch him hollow his cheeks, before he lets the sinful mixture of your cum and his spit fall right back into your twitching hole. Chuckling to himself as he watches the way his greedy girl swallows up the little treat he gave her.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, princess” This time he does actually talk to you, dragging his eyes up from your drenched pussy and onto your blearing, glossy ones.

“Always so good for me. Could eat you up every single day ‘n never get tired of it. Can’t believe I went so long without this, fuck.”

Simon starts to probe his tongue along your core, tracing the shape of it until he finally pushes inside you. Already feeling the tight caverns of your pussy ease up, and welcome the thickness of his tongue rubbing up against your gushing walls.

“S-Sim— oohhh,” You throw your head back, unable to finish your squealing when he pulls his tongue completely out of you, and decides to inflict his torture upon your little clit. First he flicks the tip of his tongue over it, then he lets his mouth completely envelop around your pearl. Pumping it a few times between his lips, before pulling off to run his tongue over the expanse of your pussy.

You weren’t going to last.

You were far too sensitive after not having him around to please you for three entire weeks. All you could do was sob and let it happen, letting out a cry before you feel a fat watery gush of cum shoot out your hole. Simon pays it absolutely no mind, only widening his mouth to catch every little drop you gifted him.

“That’s it. Such a sweetheart, you’re already spoiling me ‘n givin’ me a lil’ treat. ,” He feels the way your body starts to relax, already going into its state of after pleasure— but he isn't done. Far from done, actually. Hasn’t even been half of an hour yet, and your legs start shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah, Ah,” Simon tuts, slapping his palm hard on your soaked inner thigh, making you jolt and buck your hips up. “C’mon baby, couldn’t have thought I was done with you. ‘S only been a few minutes, ‘n you’re tapping out already? Thought my baby missed me, hm?”

It hasn’t only been a few minutes. Even in your dazed and dizzy mind, you knew that he’d been feasting on your pussy for well over twenty minutes. You shake your head, bottom lip wobbling as you let out a soft sob.

“I di-did miss you, baby” You sniffle wetly, feeling him trace his thick fingers along your soaking heat. Shaking your head in protest as he slips in his middle and ring fingers, humming while you babble to him. “But I can’t ta— aaahh, t-take it anymore. ‘S too much, baby. No more.”

“Too much?” He starts to flex his fingers deep inside of you, curling them in slow motions to stimulate your special gummy spot, that has you sobbing hysterically.

“You haven’t had your fill yet, sweet girl. I can feel it. Y’see this?” Simon tries to retract his fingers from your cunt, but your walls instantly clamp down on him. “You’re not lettin’ me out. My little lady down here knows exactly what she wants. So c’mon princess, lay still ‘n let me spoil this pretty pussy rotten.”

Having absolutely zero regard for your whines and sobs, he continues his previous abuse on your poor little pussy.

Seconds, minutes, hours, decades— You can't even tell how long he stays between your thighs.

Simon uses both strong hands to keep your legs steady and trap you from squirming or running away. You can take it. You will take it. He knows how much you need this, humming at every broken little sob and wanton moan that comes screeching out your throat.

Your vision starts to blur while you stare up at the spinning ceiling. Saliva pooling in your mouth and making a puddle next to your temples, as you let it run down the side of your lips.

You’re going crazy.

So high off the overstimulation of his face buried deep in your leaking pussy, that you swear…. you swear, you can feel your brain getting mushy. So mushy that if you shook your head hard enough, it could probably come spilling out through your ears.

He’s speaking into your pussy, saying words and mumbling something out loud. But you can’t hear it. All you can hear is your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, and feel the way he shakes his face side to side, while his tongue is plugged in your cunt.

Feel the way his hands grip your thighs so tight, that the blunt tip of his nails dig deep into your skin. You can already imagine the bruising and crescent little puncture marks it’ll leave on your legs.

It’s all so sloppy. Your pleas and cries for mercy, getting lost in the little squeals of ‘yes!’ and ‘simon!’ you can’t help but let out. And he eats it up, kissing your heated pelvis while burying three fingers inside of you.

“There’s my good girl, y’sound so pretty” He goes back to focusing his attention on your sore clit, giving it an open mouthed kiss before he continues speaking to you.

“Wanna hear my girl tell me who’s making her feel good. Hm? Lemme hear it. Say who it is, that can make you sing your little heart out.”

You make some unintelligible garbles, and Simon chuckles at your quivering and hiccuping. He squeezes your thighs encouragingly and smacks the side of them twice.

“Big words, baby. You’re a big girl, so tell me… who’s making you feel good right now?”

“It’s…” You swallow thickly and sniffle, slowly losing your train of thought as he suctions his lips around your swollen pearl. “It’s— ohhh, ‘mmm my goddd. It’s you…”

You start to gather some of your discombobulated brain cells to form a complete sentence. Simon’s name sits on your tongue, and you’re ready to tell him, it’s him. Simon. It’s Simon.

Until he pulls his head back with your clit between his lips— taking it with him, and letting it go with a loud pop!

It’s not Simon.

“Oooohhh g-god. It’s you! ‘Mmmy goodddd… daddy, it’s you… it’s all you, daddy.”

He pauses.

Whipping his head up to see if he really just heard what he believes you just cried out. Tapping the side of your thigh, he tries to get your attention so you can focus on his voice.

“What was that, honey? Didn’t hear you, come back to me and say it again.”

You whimper and hiccup, tears run down the side of your face and you continue whining at him.

“ ‘S you, daddy. Need you so badly, pleasseee baby. ‘M-m so close. I need it.”

Unbelievable.

He lets go of your trembling thighs. Letting the weight of his body help keep them pressed against your chest, as he crawls from up below your stomach and hovers over your face. Simon’s face is covered in your arousal. His lips glisten, and a good portion of the mask is damp and sticks to his skin.

“One more time, honey. Y’said it’s ‘daddy’ ? Hm? It’s your daddy, that’s taking good care of this pretty pussy?”

Simon’s fingers trail back down between your legs, softly shushing you as you keen at the feeling of his digits sliding back inside of you. He stares down at you, practically seeing the little stars spinning in your eyes. You weren’t in your best state of mind right now, but he’ll be damned if you tried denying that word escaping out with your cries.

“Can’t come ‘till you let me know,” You give him big, sad eyes but he shakes his head at you. “Wanna come, right? Tell. Me. Say it again, _____.”

At the use of your real, full name you quickly snap back into reality. It was like a switch, your bubbly headspace falling apart and bursting open once he rasped your name.

You did it. You really did call him daddy. It was your most taboo, and forbidden word—

But fuck it.

Today, your daddy was finally home. And you needed him to take care of you, just like he always did.

“Daddy,” you mewl out, feeling another hot sensation shooting through your spine. It was coming. You were so close. “Daddy I n-need you. ‘S you Simon, so please, pleaasee let me cum.”

His nostrils flare before he’s smacking his lips down on yours. Licking inside of your mouth, and inhaling the little moans you let out from tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Not yet, pretty little baby. Daddy hasn’t had all his fun yet.” Simon pulls away from your lips for a moment, laughing softly at the way you try to chase after his mouth for more. He uses one hand to swiftly fumble with the buckle of his belt, making quick work of pulling down his cargo pants and boxers. Laughing again when he pulls his drenched fingers out your greedy little hole, that puts up a fight to keep him deep inside your cunt.

“Must’a been treating my lil’ lady real good,” You can feel the heat of his hard, thick cock pressing onto your pelvis. Already licking your lips and grabbing onto his flexing bicep for support. “Gotta keep showing my special girls how much their daddy loves ‘em.”

He uses a free hand to guide his length to your throbbing pussy, unable to help himself from slapping the head a few times against you. His cock makes a squishy plop plop when he makes contact with your sticky folds, and teases you with a rub on your raw, swollen clit.

“Want you to remember this, once I’m done with you.”

Simon feels your nails dig into the hard meat of his bicep, bracing yourself when he finally lets the head of his cock greet your warm, welcoming insides. Already feeling the way your pussy grips around him, and makes no plans of ever letting go.

“Want you to remember what’ll happen every single time, that daddy comes home to his pretty, little princess.”

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Ooo this is going to be fun! Can’t wait to see what all you come up with! Will you do Steve Rogers with the prompt COAX? Please and thank you!

Hey, Nonny! This one was fun to write—I forgot how much I love writing for Steve. I think I used the prompt *a scooch* different than it was intended, but it still works. I hope you like it!

PS, I told you guys it'd get spicy now that I'm back from my conference. *wink wink*

PPS, I also think this is even funnier now because of the gem She-Hulk gave us.

Welcome Back Kisses (Steve Rogers x Reader)

You're barely awake when you hear the sounds of the Quinjet land outside, causing your eyes to open a sliver and see the time.

10:22am.  

Steve’s back. 

You're head and heart squeeze with excitement, longing to see him and be in his embrace after two and a half very long weeks apart, but all your body can say is sleep. Stay in the warm bed. You’ve still got some time before he comes to the room. Just one more minute . . .

Either you can’t tell time anymore or he bolts up to the bedroom, but Steve is by your bedside in no time, making quick work of his suit, anticipating your “back from a mission” ritual: he showers on the plane, puts on a fresh shirt and comfortable sweats, and lets me take them off however you so please upon his return. 

“Sweetheart?” he asks when he notices your lack of movement. 

You let out a groggy moan in response, his deep chuckle swirling in your ears like music in response to your noise. 

“Hi, Stevie,” you mumble as you feel him push hair out of your face. When you feel him move closer to press a kiss to your lips, you become more awake and aware that you have bad morning breath going on. Mortified, you roll away from him and cover your face with your hands.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” he asks sweetly. 

“I have morning breath,” you grumble through your palms. 

“What?” he laughs, pressing little kisses on the exposed skin of your arms.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“That’s not what I mean, sweetheart. Since when do you care?”

“Since my dinner had garlic in it last night.”

Steve moves his kisses up your arms, pressing little pecks on the back of your hands. 

“You’re my sweet girl,” he praises. “I love the taste of you, no matter what.”

“Steve—.”

“C’mon, doll, let me see that pretty face of yours.”

His body hovers over yours as he continues to press encouraging kisses on your fingers, the scent of his shampoo and aftershave absolutely intoxicating. He manages to sneak a kiss on the apple of your cheek where your hands don’t cover. 

“I can feel that smile, sweetheart. Please?”

“Steve,” you whine, although the sounds of a laugh approach the edges of the vowels.

“Okay, fine. If you won’t let me kiss those lips . . .”

Steve peels the covers off of you, taking hold of your legs and sliding you down on the mattress a bit, spreading your legs open and making you laugh. You let out a yelp at the brashness of his movements as he slides down your underwear, leaving you in nothing but on of his t-shirts you wear to sleep.

“There’s my giggly girl,” Steve smiles. Rather than try to move up and kiss you once more, his places a tender kiss on the inside of your thighs, alternating as he moves closer to your core. Just as he gets to the apex of your thighs, he stops, letting his lips hover just above your mound as his fingers spread open your glistening cunt. “My God, you’re so beautiful for me—so ready for me.” With that sentiment, he presses a gentle kiss to your clit, making you hum in delight as his lips move slowly, taking every last ounce of slick you have to offer. His tongue licks a delicious line up your slit, repeating the motion up and down as his lips capture around your throbbing bud. You squirm around as he begins to devour you, your fingers moving to fist the sheets. 

The way that Steve only has to use his mouth to wind you up is incredible, and the way that his fingers repeatedly graze your thighs only adds to the pleasure. With your eyes fluttered shut, you only feel everything all the more. He wastes no time with his movements, making you cum as he kiss, licks, and sucks at you. You cry out in sheer pleasure into the bedroom, his moans into your core providing a wonderful baseline to your high notes.

As you come down from my high, he presses kisses up your body, leaving a damp trail of arousal and saliva along your skin. Once he reaches your neck, having stopped to decorate the skin with little marks, you move a hand back up to cover your face.

“No, none of that,” he muses, kissing your knuckles. This time, your fingers give way to his lips, letting him finally place a kiss where he’s been wanting to since he got home. It’s a deep, messy exchange that lets him taste every crevice of your mouth, letting you taste him and your lingering arousal just as much.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against your lips once he decides to tame the kisses.

“I missed you, too, Steve,” you tell him. “Next time, I’m coming with you. I don’t like being apart from you that long.”

His hands trail down you sides and before they begin to play with the hem of the cotton shirt serving as a barrier to the rest of your body. “Well, the good news for you is that I know the perfect way we can make up for all that time we spent missing one another.”

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Bruce's Bar

Pairing: Bruce Banner x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: ~1700 words

Outline: Bruce wants to introduce you to his beloved bar.

Warnings: alcohol, dry humping, swearing, slightly dom! bruce, handjob, pet names, rough p in v sex, nipple play, creampie.

Author's Note: Inspired by she-hulk's first episode :)

PS: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Bruce had the idea that for your six-month anniversary together he should introduce you to his bar. Apparently, he and Tony Stark had built a cabin and a bar in a coastal village in Mexico. Drinks, sun, and the beach. How could you ever say no to that?

“And this is where the magic happens!” Bruce says enthusiastically as he shows you the bar, the sun setting in the distance. 

“Looks absolutely amazing, baby.” You nod your head looking around. “The decoration is sublime.”

“Let me show you how a good cocktail is made.”

“Show me your best, baby.”

Four drinks later that were definitely not mixed well and most likely with more alcohol than they should have, you were both barely sitting on the bar stools, giggling at each other, story after story. Your one leg was between his thighs and you had been absent mindlessly rubbing it on him for a while. Bruce looked so beautiful in the bar lights, the way his whole demeanor had changed since he walked inside the cabin and the way he talked about the avengers had you looking at him very….hungrily.

You smile at him sweetly as you lean forward, pushing your body closer to his, your one hand wondering to the hem of his jeans. He is still reciting a battle story taking sips of his drinks. You unbutton the top and bottom and then the zippers naturally fall down. 

“Oh.” He exclaims. “Are we getting a little frisky?” 

“You’re the one who’s already hard, Brucey.” You wink at him and chuckle. Your hand grabs his crotch confirming your suspicions and he only grunts in response. 

“Oh baby, you’re the one rubbing yourself on me, can you blame me?”

“I haven’t been doing anything.” You feign innocence and squeeze his cock. “But I know you wanna fuck me on the countertop.”

Bruce gulps loudly, your strong advances always made him hot and bothered and he was way more than bothered. You push down his boxers to set his cock free for you. 

“Look at you being a dirty little boy.”

“You’re a menace, you know that?”

“What? I’m the sweetest little thing you know.”

“A fucking menace that’s gonna end up so fucked here that she wishes she never started teasing me like that.”

“Promises promises…” You shake your head and sigh loudly, spitting on his cock, and then wrapping your palm around it. “Look at me always doing all the work.”

Bruce only grunts as you start working fast on his cock, rapidly moving your hand on his length just because you know how much it will get him worked up. Bruce liked fucking you more than he could ever enjoy just the touch of your hand. 

“Let me fuck you properly…” He mumbles and you stroke him slowly, changing the pace, dragging your thumb over his tip. His head hands back, alcohol heavy on his tongue, and eyelids heavy.

“No. You said I only wanna get fucked, maybe I just wanna take care of you.”

“Oh, please.” He scoffs and that’s when you squeeze his balls making him moan again. 

“I wanna feel your tight pussy, Y/N, fuck your pretty brains out.”

“Oh, I bet you do, baby.”

“I need to get inside you, stretch you with my cock…”

“I don’t even know if you are capable of that, you seem very drunk.”

The growl that comes from his lips is animalistic and it’s like something inside him snaps and comes forward taking your wrists in his hands and turning you around to pin you on the countertop. With one quick movement, he rips out your shirt and pushes down your bra. 

“You like to hear me beg, don’t you?” He groans against your ear, his lips kissing your neck and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. 

To your surprise, his next movement is not to rip open your jean shorts but instead he reaches for the rest of his glass and proceeds to throw it on your breasts. 

Of course. You think to yourself and you can only giggle as he pushes up your breasts with the palms of his hands and then buries his head between them, licking around with the flat of his tongue.

“Brucey…” You breathe, his tongue cleaning the alcohol so well off your skin, pulling and biting at your hard nipples.

“Shhh...” He murmurs, reaching out for your drink and repeating his previous motions. You can only moan at the way he is working on your nipples, lapping around so fast and effectively that makes your panties wet. 

“You promised to fuck me, Bruce.”

He looks up to you with a smirk and then he travels his hands to your jeans, ripping them apart with one quick movement. 

You momentarily remembered you truly didn’t pack a lot of clothes because you figured you’d be naked anyway but you never thought you’d lose your traveling clothes as well. 

He doesn’t let go of your nipples as he pushes your panties to the side, how gentleman-y of him, and then brushes his cock over your lips. 

Now he was fast, all because you provoked him like that, if you’d let him be then he would still be reciting his stories. Bruce was a huge talker. You smirk to yourself as he lines up his cock to your pussy pulling at your nipple and then he pushes his cockhead inside making your mouth hang open in pleasure.

Then is time for him to smirk. He lets go of your nipples, putting his hands on the sides of the countertop, the angle of the position pushing his cock further inside you and then he begins the most brutal thrusting you had ever experienced with him. 

His cock hits all the way to your cervix and then his cock almost slips out, only to slam it inside back again moving his hips vigorously against your frame and you swear you can see a hint of green in his hair. Your legs have wrapped around his waist and are the only thing that keeps you steady as your hands stick on his shoulders. He is staring at you, mouth hanging open as he fucks you like this, animalistic and raw. 

“Shit!” You exclaim when you hear a wood cracking and that’s when he loosens his grip on the countertop. Instead of stopping, he is pushing you down on this and climbing on top of you. His hands grab your wrists pinning them above your head and he continues his brutal pace from before, completely trapping you underneath him. 

“You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” He muses, his lips hanging above yours as you can only moan and shout, every single thought getting fucked right out of your head. 

“You can’t fucking speak now, can you?” He only laughs as you feel him finish inside you with a short grunt. Your body is spasming under him with the arrival of your own orgasm and his now slower strokes. 

But he doesn’t stop. His hands leave your wrists free only to grab your chin and then he returns to his brutal rhythm. 

“Got make sure my cum will stay deep inside you. Looks like you need to be taught a fucking lesson.” His voice is low that it makes your insides burn and the way he doesn’t stop makes you even hornier. You hadn’t ever seen him like this before so it must be the magic of the place.

Or the fact that he won’t admit that he likes begging you to let him fuck you. But who were you to rattle a man’s ego?

Your hands are trying to hold on to his muscles as he is groaning above you, the slapping sounds of skin on skin, white cum floating around, filling the room only followed by your repeated moans. If only anyone could ever see you like this, getting fucked so fucking fast that it makes you shake.

“I am gonna fuck you so hard you will never be able to forget it.” He groans and it instantly makes you orgasm, screaming his name. 

He looks at you with a smirk, stopping his thrusts, just to watch your body tremble, your legs trying to close on him. 

“Feel me.” 

He whispers and then he cums again inside you with just only a couple of slow strokes, filling you again, and now is so match and so creamy that it only spills out of you. He lies a little on your side, to look better between your bodies, slipping his cock out of your pussy. 

His palm goes to your pussy scooping up the cum and pushing it inside again. His finger feels so thick and heavy inside you that only if your body didn’t hurt so much, you’d clench around it. 

“Can’t even keep it in, huh? It just feels so good…” He presses his finger inside just to sit there and admit his work and you can only look at him, your body shook to its core and still panting heavily. 

“Look I got an idea.” He smirks and reaches for his back pocket. Then he pulls out his phone and then he snaps a couple of pictures of your abused pussy and his cum spilling out before snapping one of your well fucked face. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He grins and puts the phone away. 

You can’t really speak, all you try to do is say his name but he only soothes you and holds you close kissing you sweetly. 

“I know, I know, baby. A few more minutes so you can breathe properly again and I am taking you to bed.”

Bruce is ever the sweetheart, he carefully picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and then cleaning you sweetly with a washcloth making sure you are all cleaned up and no visible bruised had formed. 

“Unfortunately when it comes to clothes I only got what Tony left here so.” He muses as he dresses you in a black Led Zeppelin tour concert shirt. 

He then places a blanket over you and follows you to bed, keeping your body warm with his extraordinary body heat. And come the morning time he brings you freshly baked pancakes and plenty of fruit that lay forgotten on the bedside table.

Something about that Mexican air…

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[thescribeoflostmemories]

Secret Santa

Yan(?)! Capitano x wife! Reader

(Yes, it's the huntress reader)

Warning: Unhealthy relationship, Lemon Pudding, black-mailing(?), smexy time, inaccurate depictions of drunken-ness, some fluff and crackers. Mild yandere

lil summary: Waifu tried to get away from hubby but ended up bonding a bit with the help of someone during the festivals.

ps. I was in a hurry to make this before the month ends, hopefully next xmas would be me completing the other harbingers (probably)

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You have no idea how you got pulled into this, one moment you were fraying your husband for cuddling you in bed (Well actually, you were the one who’s cuddling him) the next you were told by one of the sermon goers named Sister Pangita to aid in carolling for the unfortunate. You tried to deny the invitation (forcefully) but you relent, since it’s not always how you get to enjoy the winter holidays. Even if you get to see your arrogant husband to whom you will gladly ignore the whole night too.

“ So you’re telling us we could get injured?”

“Yep, which is why I asked some soldiers and agents to help us with getting the presents to the recipients.” Sister Pangita says with a wide smile, her curly dark hair tucked under her nun cap.

“Uhm, Sister Pangita?” Raising your hand to catch her attention, her gaze fixated to you , making you shiver in the cold. Even with only one eye, the anxiety you felt never ceased.

“Mm, yes, miss?” Gesturing you to speak up.

“What if someone is in critical condition once engaged?”

“Do not worry, you are free from your burdens if you just hand the presents and list to the next worker.” She speaks as if it were no big deal. But it is concerning to you that there are some people in the group who don't seem to know how to fight.

“Though, it is why we picked a select few like you who are capable of fighting these thieves. After our caroling, I have the soldiers and agents scatter for you to join and aid you in your quest to complete the ending year.” Sister clapped her hands, a smile on her face formed on her sickly image.

You tried, keyword here tried to match their voice, though you end up with a sore one with how much you tried to control your voice with a falsetto. People kept looking at you weird and wondering if you should even be here. 

Sister Pangita had handed you a sack of presents and a list of names who had been good this year. With a sigh you put the list in the pocket of your dress. Your bow and arrows on your back. 

Your husband insisted you wear these embarrassing clothes, your back is exposed to the elements. On your back is a big green bow that holds the dress in a tight fit, green gloves keep your hands nice and warm.

Feet trekked on the snow that did little to no hindrance to your journey. This quest proved to be difficult due to how your monstrous spouse had sheltered you away and did not let you out unless he came with you.

Not noticing a person blocking your way. Your voice got soft from suddenly feeling the coldness on your face. “Oh I beg your-” You look up and see the hulking figure of your husband in armor, his white coat replaced with a red one, outside is decorated like a festive tree…

Silence before closing your eyes and make a U-turn, shouting “Sister Pangita! Sister Pangita! Where are you?! I got a sprained ankle!” Your fast paced walking turned into running to make Capitano lose sight of you. You quickly want to be relieved of your burden of being the festive gift giver.

“Dove!” He called out, the clanks of metal footsteps can be heard growing closer.

“Fuck off!” Cursing at him, not minding if you received stares from other people since they knew you loathe him. The soft clinks of your shoes sound against the pavement, the snow here has already been cleared of.

With a sharp turn you hid between houses. Capitano going past you. And saw a small group of children, “Oh, children!” You called out to them, and they turned to you.

“Yes, miss?” One little boy with long black hair and blue eyes stared brightly at you.

“I think, I saw Mr. Santa over there.” You pointed at Capitano who was asking a person over there if they saw you.

“You did?!” Their eyes lit up and went over to see Capitano, making you chortle a bit and ran off with the sack of your own gifts to bestow to children.

“DOVE!” Enraged roar can be heard in the distance as hurried feet nearly give away your location by leaving footprints.

Soon when you think the chase is over, you are ambushed by the ‘thieves’ that wanted the gifts. Cryo slimes and based creatures partnered with a few people to command them.

“Aren’t you a little old to be expecting gifts!” It wasn’t a question as you drew the bow and aimed it at the creatures to electrocute them.

"Why! Don't! You! Relax! It's a holiday! " Each phrase you released arrows at them, not noticing another one sneaking up at you. Ready to strike, yet it never made an impact on your vulnerable backside. 

The opponent tossed aside as if a rag doll. “Your methods of capturing my attention are perplexing, Dove.” A familiar tone of arrogance called out, or so you think of it as such. 

“And I was hoping to have a nice relaxing evening with just the two of us and not to be accosted, by children!” Ironically, with his heavy armor, he managed to take down half of the enemies matching your speed. 

“I would have enjoyed the event! If you haven’t!” You gave out a few more arrows covering his blind spots while he charged at the ones behind you. “Joined in!”

“Seems they all left.” Indeed, It wasn’t until long after the others had realized going after you is not worth it. The others seemed to have fled and carried away their fallen allies.

A puff of warm breath escaped your lips, pushing back your hair. " The fuck are you staring for?” You had noticed him staring at your back side for a bit there. 

“Nothing, find it quite odd you haven’t run off again.” he replied simply. Making you turn to him, weapons tucked away securely to your back.

"Fuck you." You grumbled. Hand going through your hair again and scratching an itch.

"Sorry but you aren’t in the list." With how on edge you are, you are easily annoyed and replied hastily with.

"Like hell I would have my time spent with you in bed" Stomping off without him again, this time you dragged your small sack of presents… Of course Capitano easily found you and you got lost on the way there.

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Arriving at the house of one of your recipients, Capitano seemed to be baffled at the notion of going inside. “A chimney, can’t we just put it by the door?” He says looking at you struggling to get up the house, thankfully there’s no fire.

“No can do Capybara, if we just leave it outside then the thieves can just snatch it right up.- Woah!” Capitano was about to catch you but you held your grip on the roof more. You rather fall than get caught by him.

“Be careful.” He says.

“Pipe it, tin can. I know what I’m doing.” You grunt, it’s a wonder why he hasn’t gotten rid of you yet. If you were in his shoes you wouldn’t tolerate the unhealthy relationship. For all you know he has a thing for spouses nagging his ear off or saying terrible things about him. 

While you’re busy climbing up and getting on the chimney, Capitano is actually enjoying the view of that upskirt. Though too bad you climbed too quickly.

Your problem with leaving the gift isn't much to think about since it was late at night. But a rather nice child had left you a note and left some snacks for you, and no cookies were spared on that plate.

Once you got out of the house, you safely got back to the roof. Swinging your arms in preparation to jump down, a bird flew by surprising you and causing you to fall down to his arms. “Told you to be careful, dove.” He laughed using his free hand to rub off the crumb off your lip, you blushed. That earned a smack on his shoulder for that, it wasn’t that hard compared to the previous smacks you had given him.

And so, both of you went to the next recipients to break in through the chimney or lock picked just to drop the gifts off… At this point you were tired. You went ahead of your husband and met a familiar man by the guest room.

“Yo, lil’ firecracker~” He waved at you with a bottle of booze in hand, and how could you say no to an old friend…

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Your husband wanted to check on you since you looked pretty much tired from caroling and the events of earlier. His thoughts were disturbed by a familiar chuckle from the guest room. Just as he was about to enter, Simeon came out with a bag in hand. Annoyed that this pest just waltz in the house without him being notified. He had to fire who let him in.

" Hey, relax, this happens all the time. But thanks pal, I managed to get in contact with Miss Sandrone!" How optimistic, typical. Leaning his arm on the general’s.

" Bah, don't look so sour bro. " Simeon hiccupped, but he looked off, a heavy scent of booze wafted through his breath. 

"Got you a lil' gift, heard you were complaining about a few things and she wanted some fun… So why not loosen up" he passes the brown bag to the general.

“A lil something- something, a friend of mine made it. Though use it sparingly~" Before Capitano could say anything, Simeon already left, still waddling away from his vision.

Capitano can handle him next time since his main priority is with you, his wife. Once he enters, the armor wearing man is greeted by a surprise. You drunk off your mind, your arms embracing him.

“Dove, you’re drunk. You need some rest.” patting your shoulders, but you didn’t shrug it off unlike the first time he did it.

“I know… It’s just too cold on the bed.” Rubbing your head against him, you aren’t even watching where your hands are going. Trailing on his chest, he pulled back. 

“You should take a bath, I’ll have one of the maids draw you one-” He looked back at you, seeing how you held on to him again so tightly.

"I…  love you~" Your voice muffled against him, his hand on the handle was let go.

“You’re on dangerous grounds, _____.” You heard him but in response you just pulled him to the bed. And you said something you shouldn’t have. But who was he to deny his wife some affections?

That night he's been smothered with kisses and body coated in hickies. You might even see traces of your lipstick on his neck and face if he doesn't cover it up with his armor.

And in the morning, you wouldn’t want to get out of bed until late in the afternoon. It was a good thing that Capitano went away as soon as he woke up early and had you dressed so you wouldn’t find out, if you did he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Can you stop staring? It’s giving me the creeps…” Your face scrunched up in discomfort as you ate some soup. The warmth of the broth eases your pain as your husband just coughs.

“Sorry.”

Dessert time 🍮 warning!

The memory of you between his legs and forcing him open remained in his mind for a good while.  " Mmm… " From within the room, he could hear how hard you're sucking him. He most likely didn't expect to get this sort of gift instead.

Head between his legs, your hands kept him there. You could feel the grip he has on your scalp making you deep throat his entire length into you.

With a loud wet pop, you catch your breath. The large shaft of your husband rests on your head, warm breath fans on him. He couldn't get enough seeing that cute face looking up at him, worshiping him, teasing the red head.

"Chu." You playfully kissed his tip, making him groan softly, rubbing him still, coating his whole member in spit preparing him for the next hole to enter.

He remembered how quickly you tried to strip yourself, ended up getting his help to undo the dress. Everything felt so fuzzy. All you could feel is your apparel never felt so irritating to wear at the moment which was gone in a flash.

"Yes!" You cried, tears fell from your face as your legs holds him closer when he gave one last thrust.

#yandere capitano #capitano #fatui capitano #capitano x reader #yandere capitano x reader #capitano x you #capitano x y/n #capitano x fem reader

[chickenscript]

Sandman (ROTTMNT Raph x Reader)

Anon: here is a cute request for you, ROTTMNT Raph x reader. they have an horrible nightmare and cant fall back asleep. like there is a sleepover at the lair and they go see raph for comfort. he would help them fall back asleep. i hope it is ok. thanks you and have a wonderful day.

A/N: this just sounded too adorable to pass up! And like a good way to get me back into the swing of writing for the turts (╯✧▽✧)╯

I wasn't sure whether to make this a oneshot or headcanons, so I hope this format is okay!

PS, this is pre the events of the movie!

It was a great night before this.

The turtles had invited you over for a rad sleepover chock full of pizza, cheesy horror flicks and well, more pizza. It was all good fun that lasted far into the AM of the humid summer night, and a fantastic way to kick off your break from school with your best friends.

Well, it was anyway. The moment you'd fallen into a deep, pizza driven itis, a night terror crept right up into your dreams. The kind that made you cold sweat even though the lair had a decent cooling system going.

After you caught your breath and shook off the icy grip grappling your shoulders, you debated on what to do about the tingle of fear lingering in your stomach. Eventually, you decided on going up to the one turtle you could think of that would be able to help you feel better,

Raph.

You hated to pester him, especially seeing as he had to deal with so much in a day as the turtles' leader. It always sounded like exhausting work to you when he'd recant whatever they encountered or the bumps in the road they ran into during a mission.

You padded over to where he was situated and the big guy was all but dead to the world on a mound of pillows and mattresses that weren't big enough for him on their own. It's not surprising the last thing he was expecting was you prodding at his cheek.

He jolted awake- an immediate grumpy curl to his snout before he saw you standing there, his gaze making you feel like a little kid. His ready to chew out Leo for waking him up again face quickly switched into a warm smile as he asked you what was up.

Raph picked up right away that you were clearly very hesitant to say with the way you held the bend of your arm and weren't quite able to admit to him why you were here. Instead of pressing you further, he patted the spot next to him invitingly with a big hand.

While you did feel bad for waking him, you'd feel worse if you didn't accept the offer. So, you climbed onto the plush hill of bedding and got comfy next to him. Something that wasn't hard to do at all.

You heard him sigh deeply and he told you he remembered whenever he had a bad dream, his first instinct was to run to Master Splinter.

He'd tell Splinter all about the things that scared him from his nightmare and his dad would remind him every time that our dreams are just our worries in disguise, trying to hide the fact that they aren't as strong as the strength we have in ourselves.

And if something did come to pass, we are never alone to face it.

You thought the comforting words he imparted to you were very wise as you stared at Raph, whose features were thoughtfully creased. No doubt from reminiscing about those childhood moments that shone through all the rest.

The hulking turtle suddenly removed his gaze from the ceiling and looked at you, smiling again.

He told you that if there was ever a time you needed him like that, he'd be there. Especially a time like this.

Because even if the nightmares weren't real, it didn't make them any less scary to face all on your own.

The smile on your face from that made Raph's own widen and you reached forward to bear hug his arm that was easily almost as big as you.

You squeezed it, face smashed up against his massive bicep as you thanked him softly.

He blushed and looked away, scratching the side of his head as he launched into a stutter about how it was no problem.

You gently yawned, having not even realized how heavy your eyelids felt until now.

Apparently Raph hadn't noticed your fatigue either until he looked over at you again, caught up in some sentence that had to do with him knowing you'd do the same for him when it came to the nightmares, or anything else for that matter.

Instead of the rapt expression you had earlier after his story, you were out cold, koala strangling his arm like a body pillow.

It made Raph's face soften, still pink as yawned too, snaggle tooth and all. He took the initiative to settle down a second time for the night just like you had, resting his free arm across his plastron.

As he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think this was a pretty nice way to fall back asleep.

#rottmnt #rottmnt headcannons #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raph x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #mywriting #short ficlet

[doctorofmagic]

Ah! Thank you so much. I managed to grab this at London Film and Comic con!

I'd love for some further comic recs. I'm quite open with what I'll read from Marvel and DC.

I did try and message you but couldn't because of privacy settings hope it's okay to post as an ask.

Also met a Doctor Strange cosplayer.

Oooooo, it seems that you had tons of fun there! Also nice pick!!

Sorry if you couldn't msg me via inbox, tho. I keep it closed due to harassment (yeah, that sucks). But you can hit me up on twitter (although I'm taking a break from it bc I'm drained by all the discourse and terrible takes). Just lemme know if you give me a follow so I know it's you o/

In advance, what I can recommend for sure is Moon Knight, Doctor Doom, Clea, Wong, and some arcs/one-shots such as World War Hulk, Secret Wars (I and III, II is bad), Eternals by Gaiman, God Loves Man Kills (X-Men) and many more. Honestly, my tip for new readers is: what characters/groups are appealing to you? And from that, you can look for recs and start picking said books! And yes, I don’t read much DC, sorry =/

(PS: I really need to make a guide for Magik and Nova since they’re also part of my top 5 oof)

Thank you for sharing these pics!!

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance? #ask #recs

[munsons-maiden]

𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Hi lovelies! Here's some soft smut with a dash of angst (because I seem to be incapable to write anything without at least a dash of angst 😂). I hope you enjoy! - Love, Kiki 🖤

(PS: I’m still working on all the other lovely requests you’ve sent me 🖤)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Loki x female reader   

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 | by @sunshineyrosie , I hope you like it, dear!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | An accident at Dr Banner's lab brings you to Loki's doorstep, desperate and in pain, to seek the trickster's help. Loki, who'd once been your friend; who stole your heart and then left without any explanation. (reader is an Avenger & the whole story takes place after the second Thor movie)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | smut, fluff, angst with a happy ending 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 9 k 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU'RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), unprotected sex (please be safe in real life and wear a condom!), sex pollen (it's a dub-con trope but these two idiots are secretly in love with each other and I've written it with as much consent as possible) 

𝐀/𝐍 | the part written in italics is a flashback

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤 

“Bruce,” you greeted, after a short glance at your phone’s display before accepting the call, “Let me guess, Tony was getting on your nerves and you finally murdered him?”

With your free hand, you shovelled a spoon full of sugar into the mug of fresh, steaming coffee on the kitchen counter in front of you.

The doctor laughed. “Not yet, but he’s working hard to get there. It’s a miracle I haven’t turned into the Hulk yet and smashed the whole town. What about you? I was sure if we left you and Loki alone for a whole week, one of you wouldn’t survive it. Which makes me wonder, since I’m talking to you right now, if we’ll ever find his corpse.”

You forced yourself to a short giggle, but it sounded fake and strained even to your own ears. So, the icy silence between you and Loki had not escaped your friends’ notice.

“Is that why you called?”, you asked with a light-heartedness you didn’t feel, and hadn’t felt in a while, “To make sure I’m still alive? I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“I called because I forgot to pack my notebook and I need you to send it to me.”

“Can’t FRIDAY just send the necessary data to you?”

A beat of silence, before he answered, a little indignantly, “Notebook as in paper-and-pen, not laptop.”

“How very old-school for somebody who’s working together with Tony Stark.”

“It prods him as much as he keeps prodding my nerves.”

“I’ll get it for you,” you huffed.

“Great. Thank you. It’s a little black, leather-bound book, somewhere in the lab.”

Somewhere in the lab. He could as well have asked you to find a lost ring somewhere in the streets of New York City – the last time you’d set foot in Banner’s lab, which he occasionally shared with Tony, you’d felt as if you’d stepped right into the Room Of Hidden Things from Harry Potter, what with the chaos lurking behind the metal doors.

“It might take a few days. If you don’t hear from me again, I might have gotten lost in there so please send help,” you deadpanned, and told him goodbye.  

It felt strange, this quietness which had settled over the Avengers headquarters, like a once lively, bustling city which had been abandoned. It had turned into a ghost town, with everyone gone on separate missions, on visits to families and science conventions. The only two people left to wander the empty rooms were you…and Loki. Ghosts roaming around and haunting each other, you thought with a bitter smile as you grabbed the cup of coffee you’d just prepared and left the kitchen, only to bump into the raven-haired trickster in the doorway.

“Sorry,” you muttered, eyes downcast to avoid his gaze, a gaze which you could still feel on your back as your steps quickened to leave him behind in the hallway, to bring as much distance between the two of you as possible, and as fast as possible. All the while your heart screamed at you to walk back to him, to finally ask the question which kept burning through your mind: why did you push me away like this? What have I done to make you shut me out? It wouldn’t have made a difference, you told yourself. All of the bridges had already burned down. Loki had made sure of it with his rudeness and his silence, and so had you.

***

Ever since you could remember, you’d had trouble sleeping. Nightmares, sleep paralyses, insomnia – the list was endless, and so you regularly found yourself in the living room in the middle of the night, watching whatever trashy TV show was on air right now to silence the thoughts in your mind which seemed to get louder the deeper the hour of the night.

In one of these nights, a short time after Loki’s arrival at the Avengers headquarters, you sat on the sofa, watching TV with a steaming mug of fresh tea clad in your palms to spend some warmth and calm your nerves so you might be able to at least get an hour or two of sleep in the early morning, when a smooth, dark voice chimed up from behind you, “I thought this part of Midgard was opposed to having a harem.”

With a squeal of surprise, you jumped from the sofa – nobody had ever joined you in the living room at three in the morning – and the hot tea spilled all over your hands and bare legs, the short pants of your pyjama no match to stop the scalding water, and a second yelp escaped you, this one distinctly more pained than shocked.

“HEAVENS!”, you half-screamed, half-hissed as you whirled around, coming face to face with the trickster who stood right behind the sofa, having strolled into the living room as silent as a cat.

“I beg your pardon,” he said, eyes wandering briefly down your bare legs before they snapped up to meet your gaze once more, a sly little smirk playing on his lips as he added, “I didn’t think you’d be so immersed in the harem TV show.”

“It’s The Bachelor,” you grumbled while you placed the now half-empty cup of tea on the coffee table beside the sofa and grabbed the fuzzy blanket to wipe the droplets of tea from your legs and arms, all under the god’s scrutinizing gaze, “You could have warned me instead of creeping up on me like this. What are you, a cat?”

“Well, we can’t all announce ourselves by thunder and rock songs”, Loki quipped. “I take it you’re having some trouble sleeping as well?”

“My sleep schedule is none of your business.”

You took a few moments to hold his attentive gaze. Even with only the flickering TV screen as the sole source of light in the room, painting half-shadows over his handsome face as he watched you, you could see how tired he looked. Not as arrogant and witty as he usually carried himself. As if the illusion he cast over himself in the light of day was slipping at night, fading away like Cinderella’s shimmering gown at midnight to turn back into the scraps and rags it was actually made of. Showing what he kept hidden beneath the façade. And beneath, there was loneliness.

“Well then, I’ll see you around, Lady Y/N.”

You heard his footsteps padding softly on the cool tile floor, retreating to the door, and felt a pang of guilt in your chest. Loneliness was a feeling you knew all too well.

“You could join me,” you chimed up, following some strange impulse, and it sounded way more timid than you’d intended.

The footsteps halted, and you turned to glance at Loki.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll stab you if you fall asleep?”, he inquired smugly, and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s a great conversation starter,” you quipped, “But don’t worry, you’re not as threatening as you think. And I don’t sleep in the presence of people I don’t trust.”

He chuckled and seated himself at the other end of the sofa, as far away from you as possible, before he inquired with a critical yet confused glance at the TV, “What even is it we’re watching?”

“The Bachelor,” you explained. “There are a lot of women he dates and at the end of each episode, some of them get a rose from him, which means he’ll keep dating them. It goes on until there’s only one woman left.”

“What happens with the ones who don’t get a rose?”

“They’re stabbed and given over to the sea.”

Loki blinked, before a wicked little grin flashed on his face, and your heart stumbled a little in your chest.

“I wouldn’t have expected for your humour to be as dark as the shadows under your eyes, but you’re proving me wrong. I’m impressed.”

“I bet you’re quite attractive when you shut your mouth,” you quipped sweetly, and Loki’s smirk morphed into a delighted grin at your clap-back.

“You’re a feisty one.”

“You’ve been here for a minute and, between the criticism of my looks and the vague death threat, you’re already more annoying than every commercial break combined,” you remarked with raised eyebrows, “How do you do that?”

“I consider myself a natural talent, but honing these skills through practice from time to time doesn’t hurt, either.”

You couldn’t help the little snicker which escaped your lips at his words.

From this night on, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from Loki. One night spent watching TV together from different ends of the sofa, both of you careful and wary of the other’s presence, turned into a second night the day after, and finally a third, until it was an unspoken agreement between the two of you: you met in the living room at night to watch TV and, with time, talk.

When Loki had joined the team and moved into the Avengers headquarters, you’d expected a ruthless criminal who still posed a threat to the world and everybody in it. You’d expected him to be arrogant and reckless, to dislike him at best – and despise him at worst.

And now, it turned out that Loki was neither of these things; not even close. No, the first thing you’d noticed during this first real encounter with the trickster had been the shadow of loneliness which seemed to surround him like a layer of clothing, a loneliness you could all too well relate to.

Loki, you discovered, was not menacing or arrogant, but witty and…kind. In the span of the following weeks, these weird, clandestine meetups in the living room in the dead of night, when everyone else had fallen asleep a long while ago, became your highlight of the day – so much so that you found yourself, for the first time in your life, looking forward to nightfall and padded downstairs to wait for Loki even in the nights where sleep would have come easily.

And with every night spent in front of the flickering TV screen, with the winking city lights outside like an upside-down sea of stars, the distance between the two of you on the sofa shrank as fast as the distance between your hearts while Loki told you of his childhood as a prince of Asgard, and you told him of your own life. He never spoke about how it had felt, growing up in the shadow his brother was casting, but he didn’t have to. It was all there, between the lines.

The loneliness, the feeling of never quite belonging. Most of all, though, Loki told you of his mother, and the softness and love shining in his beautiful eyes alongside the grief as he did, made your heart bleed for him. You knew how Frigga’s life had found its brutal end as she’d tried to protect Jane Foster. Thor had told you, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else to the story. Something Thor didn’t know, but Loki did – but of course, you never asked.

Over these next few weeks, something was changing.

You began to fall for the mischievous trickster – slowly at first, and then faster and faster, as if the fall was picking up speed. And you let it happen, because hearts are stubborn things, evading every reason and command. All you could do was hope that Loki would be there to catch your fall, eventually, and you never needed to find out how it would feel to hit the ground in the end.

In one of these nights, you woke with a start – to realize that you had fallen asleep with your head resting on Loki’s shoulder. As you stirred awake now with a yawn, you murmured, “How long was I gone?”

Your eyes drifted to the windows and the darkness beyond. The sun hadn’t yet started to rise.

“Maybe half an hour.”

I don’t fall asleep in the presence of people I don’t trust, you’d told him that first night. You could tell from the expression on his handsome face that he was remembering your words as well.

You righted yourself on the sofa, and your gaze met Loki’s. The light of the TV danced in his stunning eyes, and the expression in them, a mixture of softness and something else, made your heart rate accelerate and your breath hitch in your throat as the last wisps of drowsiness loosened their grasp on your mind. You realized how close the two of you were sitting, your legs brushing against his, faces only inches apart as you kept gazing at each other in a silence only broken by the low voices droning on from the TV. All of a sudden, you felt more awake than you ever had in your life. It had nothing to do with the power nap you’d just taken, and everything with the gentle look in Loki’s mesmerizing ocean eyes.

Never had anybody looked at you the way the Loki did now.

“Did I…miss anything important?”, you asked, clearing your throat as you realized how hoarse your voice suddenly sounded.

“You did, indeed. Peach – I still refuse to believe it’s her real name, though – had a date with the Bachelor, and they kissed. When she told the others, the blonde one – the one with the ugly shoes – slapped her.”

“They slapped each other and you didn’t wake me up to witness it?”, you retorted with feigned shock, placing your hand over your heart for good measure to underline the dramatics, and Loki smirked.

“I didn’t think it was important enough to wake you. After all, we’re here because we’re dealing with insomnia.”

The last sentence sounded like a question rather than a statement. I’m here because of you, you wanted to tell him. But like so often in life, the lack of courage had stopped you.

“Though do you think the Bachelor will pick Peach in the end?”, you finally asked with a low voice, trying to break the awkward silence which had settled over the two of you.

“That was an awful pun,” Loki commented, before his face grew serious again. “I don’t think he’ll pick her. The kiss wasn’t real.”

“Real,” you repeated hollowly, not knowing what else to reply at the intensity flaring in Loki’s gaze as he still held yours. “How do you know if a kiss is real, then? I suppose you’ve had your fair share of experience, as a prince.” It stung, to think about all the other princes and princesses Loki might have kissed and bedded, beautiful immortals compared to whom you surely faded like the reflection in the glass of a tarnished mirror.

Loki chuckled softly, and his eyes drifted down to your lips – a fleeting moment, so brief that you wondered if you’d imagined it before his eyes snapped up to meet yours again, and he said, “None of it has ever been real. None of it has ever been anything else than lies and illusions. But if I had to take a guess how a real kiss should feel like…I would say fireworks. Bursts of sparks in the most radiant colours in your chest, loud and explosive and all-consuming against the darkness of the night sky.”

You could feel your pulse racing with every one of his words, spoken in a voice which slowly morphed into a hoarse whisper as Loki leaned closer to you, so close now that the tip of his nose was brushing against yours and your eyes fluttered closed with the sensation of his warm breath prickling on your lips, his scent all around you –

The brush of his lips against yours was fleeting, as delicate as the fragile wing of a butterfly, and it made your whole body tingle as if every single nerve had burst into colourful sparks. Fireworks, indeed. You tilted your head a little to deepen the kiss – but Loki’s hands grasped your shoulders, and he pushed you away, shock written all over his face. His eyes were wide, as if he were horrified by what you’d done – what you both had done.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I –“

“I can’t.”

Your mouth fell open, and for a few stunned, horrified seconds, there was nothing you could do but gape at him before Loki finally spoke, “I should go.”

“No – wait,” you began, “Loki, I’m sorry, let’s just forget it ever happened…” The words were spinning in your mind in the whirlwind of embarrassment and hurt and the fear to lose Loki as your friend – because that’s what he was, that’s what he’d become over these past weeks – and you stammered, voice soft and pleading, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You can’t lose what has never been there.”

With these parting words, he left. It had been the last clandestine TV night, and it had been the last time you’d talked to him. The distance was back between the two of you, like a vast, frozen lake too dangerous to cross, the ice waiting to give underneath your feet and the freezing water to swallow and drown you, should you ever try to get to the other side.

***

Before you’d met Loki, you’d always made fun of the term “broken heart”. A heart was a muscle – an important one, but still nothing more than that. Hearts didn’t have anything more to do with love than lungs or kidneys. And they most certainly couldn’t break.

But the moment Loki had pushed you away, had rejected you without any explanation and shut you out of his life, you realized that you’d been wrong all along.

Hearts could break. Yours had been shattered into a million pieces. And it hurt – a pain deeper than any physical pain could ever feel, a pain which never seemed to cease but only grew dull over the days, ready to flare to life whenever you met Loki in the hallways, the kitchen, the training rooms. It felt as if a monster had settled in your chest, nestled itself between your ribs, ready to sink its teeth and talons into your heart whenever your eyes fell on the raven-haired trickster to tear open the barely healed gashes and make you bleed all over again.

Avoiding someone who was living in the same building was no easy thing to achieve. But seeing him was worse. So much worse. So you’d changed your schedule. Meals were taken as fast as possible. You trained whenever Loki didn’t. The living room had become a restricted area altogether.

How was it even possible for someone to, in the span of mere weeks, steal your heart, paint your world in the most vibrant, beautiful colours – and leave you behind bleeding and heartbroken and grieving? Loki had been the one. You’d felt it with every smile, every shared laugh, every glance which lingered longer than it should have. He’d been the love of your life, and he would always be. Maybe his blatant rejection would have hurt less if he’d given you an explanation, instead of this frozen silence which had left so much room for your own dark thoughts and musings.

You’d known him for a few weeks, but when he’d started to walk away from you, he’d taken all the colour with him, leaving you behind in this sad world of hues of grey. You missed him so much. The secret nights of watching TV together, his laughter, the way he’d made you feel safe. Safe, and safe to be yourself around him, as safe as you’d never felt with anyone else.

From strangers to friends – and to strangers again.

Loki had become the headlights on your path, keeping the night of loneliness at bay for you, a guiding light in the darkness surrounding you. Now, it was dark once more.

You were glad he wouldn’t see the fresh tears which spilled from your eyes, and hurried down the corridor without another word.

***

The tears were still wet on your cheeks as you reached the laboratory in the tower’s lower levels, and your hands trembled slightly as you punched in the security code, before glancing into the camera for the retina scan.

“Your eyes are very puffy,” FRIDAY’s pleasant voice droned from an invisible speaker.

“Gee, thanks. You know how to give a compliment. Can you please just let me in?”

“You look as if you have cried, miss.”

“That’s because I have,” you muttered your reply as the metal doors swung open and you stepped inside.

As Bruce Banner’s assistant, you’d visited the laboratory more times than you could count – but you’d never been down here alone. There had always been Bruce, silently adjusting numbers on screens or preparing ominous liquids, or Tony, AC/DC blaring through every speaker at an ear-shattering volume as he tinkered with one of his many iron suits. Now, with the two of them temporarily gone, the lab held an eerie atmosphere. Like the lair of mad scientists rather than heroes.

But FRIDAY wasn’t done yet with her enquiry. “Is there anything I can do for you, miss?”

“Yes”, you answered with a half-hearted quip as you walked on, “Let it go.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the first tunes of the Disney song started playing, and the coffee you’d still clutched in your hand spilled over your shirt, the hot liquid burning your skin as it seeped through the fabric, and you hissed in pain.

“Not the song, FRIDAY! The topic!”, you shouted into the vastness of the lab, groaning in frustration as you searched for something to dab at the stain of coffee quickly spreading on the front of your shirt. There you were, stained with coffee, heartbroken, crying alone in the middle of a lab as queen Elsa herself continued to sing her heart out, while you were screaming at an artificial intelligence program – and felt guilty about snapping at it nonetheless.

“Apologies, miss. You haven’t been clear about it”, FRIDAY answered – did she sound indignant? – and the song stopped, drenching the room in silence once more as your gaze roamed the space.

It wouldn’t have hurt to give it a dusting, you noticed as you strolled through the assortments of tables filled with microscopes, vials, bits of computers and devices the name of which you didn’t know, your eyes scanning the room for the little black notebook Bruce had described to you. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“I’ll spend the night here,” you groaned after a few minutes of futile search, “Somebody sedate me.”

“Anaesthesia prepared. Initiate Knock-Out Protocol,” FRIDAY’s pleasant voice rang through the air, and before you realized what was happening, one of the robotic arms placed on a table beside you swung around, the tip of a syringe catching the bright overhead lights, and your eyes widened.

“No!”, you screeched as you dodged out of the way, barely avoiding the tip of the needle to pierce the skin on your upper arm, “Stop it! FRIDAY STOP IT!”

She didn’t. She didn’t even answer, and with a string of curses, you realized that the robotic arm wasn’t an arm at all but a whole damn robot opening the hunt for you. Another swing with the syringe had you jump out of the way and over a table, but this time, you weren’t fast enough. Metal hit your head, hard, and you were sent flying into the tiled top of the nearest table, skittering over the surface in a rain of equipment and shards as vials burst at the impact, before you landed on the ground on the other side with a huff as the force of your fall momentarily knocked the air from your lungs.

“Knock-Out Protocol paused,” FRIDAY announced cheerfully.

“I’ll pause you,” you groaned as you sat up, wincing a little at the sting at your left forearm, but before you could check yourself for any injuries, a cloud of something that looked suspiciously like pollen, glittering beneath the lab’s artificial lights, rose around you, and you sneezed. When the sparkling dust had settled over the nearby surfaces – and all over you, your hair, your clothes – your eyes fell on the bleeding gash the shards had torn into your arm. It wasn’t deep enough to be dangerous, but it hurt nonetheless, and you sighed at the blood seeping out of the wound to dribble all over your clothes and mingle with the glittering dust.

With another huff, you grabbed the nearest surface to pull yourself back on your feet. Further examination showed you that, during your fall, you’d knocked down a glass case which had contained a plant; the very same glass case which had shattered and cut you. Eyes narrowed, you bent down to save what was left of the – surprisingly sturdy – plant. Despite the fact that you’d fallen on it, it still looked pretty. The leaves and the red blossom, glittering with its pollen, looked strange. Otherworldly. It probably was. Or a mutation of some kind.

You placed it half-heartedly back on the tiled top of the table and limped out of the lab. Enough for one day. Banner’s notebook could wait. You needed to dress the wound and rinse off the pollen, and then, all you wanted to do was sleep.

***

Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dried off, wrapped yourself in the dressing gown Nat had given you for Christmas with a comment on how your wardrobe could use some spiciness – you could hardly call it a dressing gown; it made from black silk with lots and lots of lace adorning the sleeves and barely reaching down to cover your butt, but you had to admit that you felt, indeed, sexy and confident wearing it – and settled down cross-legged on the bed with the little first aid kit you kept in your bathroom to dress the cut the shards of glass had torn into your forearm.

The bleeding had stopped, and the pain was bearable – as an Avenger, you were used to worse injuries, that was part of the job description – but your vision blurred as you tried to dab some iodine on the cut, and you blinked rapidly to clear your sight.

It was also warm. The hot shower had probably boosted your blood circulation, you pondered as you rose from the bed to check if the air conditioning in your room was already running, but all of a sudden, the floor seemed to move beneath your bare feet, shifting like a ship at sea, and you caught yourself on the wall.

Not good. This was not good.

It didn’t take long for the realization to hit that this was neither caused by circulatory problems nor tiredness. The strange plant. The sparkling pollen.

Suddenly, you felt scared. What if you collapsed on the floor? What if the plant had been poisonous? You needed help. You needed to call Banner and tell him –

With a new surge of panic, you realized that you’d left your phone in the kitchen, at the other end of the building. There was nobody else in the tower but…Loki.

You could practically hear your bad luck laughing at you.

Another wave of vertigo flooded you. Warm. It was too warm.

Was your condition serious enough to rouse him? It was already late in the evening; Loki had probably gone to bed already. He most definitely didn’t want to see you. And you…did you want to see him? You did. You were missing him terribly.

Focus, you chided yourself as you worked up the strength for your wobbly legs to carry you to your door and into the hallway. Tiny white stars danced in your vision as the floor seemed to jerked under your feet, as if you were standing on the back of a giant monster which kept trying to shake you off. And right now, it seemed the floor was winning. Yes, you needed help. Now.

Panting, clad only in your dressing gown, hair wet and leaving a trail of droplets on the polished floor, you stumbled through the hallway, into the elevator which would bring you to Loki’s room two levels above your own, along another hallway…there was the door.

It felt like walking through a dream. Everything was strangely detached, and there was the hue of unnatural brightness creeping in at the edges of your field of vision, making you feel as if you were glancing through one of these contorted binoculars they had at fairgrounds. When you raised your fist to knock on the smooth wood, you tried to take a moment to steady yourself and catch your breath.

As if he’d sensed your presence, the door swung open to reveal Loki, and he took a surprised step back at the sight of you, leaning against the wall beside his door. His eyes widened as they briefly travelled down your form before snapping up again to meet yours, and it dawned on you that you were still half-naked, wearing nothing but delicate silk and lace, your hair a soaked mess which dribbled onto the black fabric which clung to your shoulders.

Loki himself, you realized, was wearing something you’d have described as the Asgardian version of a comfortable outfit – which was still one hundred percent more elegant and classy than any sweatpants – but he didn’t look as if he’d gone to bed already. He looked wide awake.

Your heart bled as you took him in, at the loss of his friendship and everything it could have grown into, but there was a twisted spark of happiness as well. You’d missed him so much. If your predicament was the reason you could talk to him again, at least for one last time before he would shut you out once again, it might be worth the pain.

“I’m – I don’t feel good”, you chimed up timidly to break the astonished silence between the two of you, and your voice sounded strange. As if you heard someone else talking. As if you were underwater. The second thing you realized was that the strange roar you kept hearing wasn’t the sound of waves – it was the sound of your own blood rushing in your ears.

“I can see that,” Loki deadpanned.

“As charming as ever,” you retorted, and your words slurred. It sounded as if you’d ran a marathon. Actually, you felt as if you’d ran the whole way instead of creeping through the hallway with the vigour of a zombie, palm always on the wall as you dragged your steps along. Your chest was rapidly rising and falling with every laboured breath.

“Are you drunk?”, Loki inquired with a sceptical glance at your imbalanced posture.

“Wish I was.”

It was so easy, to get back to the usual bantering which had paved the way to your friendship. But we aren’t friends anymore, you reminded yourself. He doesn’t want to be your friend. He doesn’t want to be your anything.

“You look like you downed an entire liquor store,” he went on and took a few steps closer to you, and his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head a little to examine your face with a stern expression of his own. “I don’t want to have you puking all over me.”

“The only thing making me want to puke is you.”

“Why did you bother to visit me at all, then?”

“As I said, I don’t feel –“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the floor bucked once more, this time accompanied by a wave of heat travelling through your body like a forest fire, and you were thrown off balance with a groan of pain. Loki was at your side in an instant, catching your fall before you could hit the floor, and he finally seemed to have realized that something was, indeed, wrong.

“You really need help,” he muttered, and despite the vertigo and the sudden pain, you couldn’t help but mumble, “I wouldn’t be here if I could have prevented it.”

“Glad to see you kept your belligerence.”

“Glad to see you kept your arrogance,” you shot back through gritted teeth, with as much dignity as you could muster in your dizzy, pained, half-naked state, with his strong arms around you making your heart race for a whole lot of other reasons, and Loki’s glossy black strands tickled your cheeks as he glanced down at you in his arms, his face suddenly so close to yours, and alarm slowly crept into his blue gaze.

With a gentleness in his honeyed voice which you’d never heard before, never thought the trickster capable of, he said, “I’ll carry you inside, okay?”

You gave a weak nod, and Loki bent down to lock one hand at the back of your knees, supporting your spine with the other as he carefully picked you up and carried you over the threshold like a groom might carry his bride, before he placed you down on his bed.

His bed. Had your mind been clear, you’d have started to protest, but there was no strength left in your muscles. With another agonized groan you rolled to your side, tugging your legs closer to your chest as your whole body seemed to go up in flames and your boiling blood turned into tiny needles which sliced through veins and skin with every heartbeat.

It felt as if you were burning alive.

Through the veil of tears blurring your eyes, you saw Loki’s calm façade crumbling, and concern fused into worry. No, not worry – something way more fierce. Panic. He was panicked…for you?

“Make it stop,” you whimpered helplessly before your voice broke, and at the periphery of you vision you saw Loki settle on the bed beside you, felt the mattress dip, and the flames in your body seemed to roar hungrily as the god’s hands settled on the sides of your face.

“You’re burning with fever.”

“Make it stop. Please make it stop.” Your voice was breaking with the pain, and the strange sensation which was building in your lower belly; a feral feeling of desperately needing something…someone…

“I’ve got you,” Loki’s voice cut through the haze of your racing thoughts as his hands began to gently massage your temples, “I’ve got you. We need to cool you down.”

And he did. Where his fingertips made contact with your skin, a pleasant coldness seemed to ooze into your very blood to ease some of the scorching heat, and a shaky exhale left you as Loki’s hands slowly wandered down over your neck, your shoulders, your arms, spreading the cold throughout your body. It felt as if you were slowly sinking into a lake, its soothing cold waters immersing your aching body, and for a few glorious minutes, you could feel the relief of the sensation Loki’s magic was granting you. Your eyes fluttered close when your strained muscles relaxed. It felt as if you were floating.

“Is it getting better?”, he asked quietly, and the slight quiver in his voice didn’t escape your notice.

You breathed, “A little.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

You could feel his fingertips hovering over the cut on your arm, and when you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, the softness of his voice was mirrored in his beautiful ocean eyes. He was bent over you, his hands still working his magic, and you could see that the skin on the tips of his fingers had turned blue. When he noticed your gaze, a flicker of sadness crossed his features before he muttered, obviously trying to sound as indifferent as possible, “Being monstrous has its benefits.”

“You’re not monstrous,” you protested softly.

For a split second, Loki looked surprised, and you thought he was about to say something else. Had you missed you as much as you’d missed him? Did he still think about the night he’d pushed you away, the kiss the two of you had shared? But the moment passed, and you cleared your throat. “I had an accident in the lab. One of Tony’s robots went rampage and I fell into a glass case with some plant and cut myself. I went to take a shower because there was pollen everywhere and then I started to feel like everything was on fire, so it’s safe to say I poisoned myself”, you croaked.

“And waited until now to tell – “ he began, but with a look of horror dawning on his face, his hands left their place on your wrists to gasp your upper arms before he pressed, “Which plant? What did it look like?”

At the loss of his cool touch, which seemed to be the only thing to keep the pain at bay, the agony rushed back to you, crawling beneath your skin like a swarm of venomous spiders. You doubled over once more with a low moan as you croaked, “Red petals. Like…like clover.”

Your throat was sore, and your skin, you realized now, was clammy with sweat; your breathing shallow and laboured, and white-hot anguish shot through your lower abdomen like a bolt of lightning, making you groan.  

When Loki didn’t reply, panic seized you – and another wave of this strange heat in your lower belly, this pulsing need between your legs; an ache in your core like you’d never felt it before. Ravenous. Raw. Primal. Intensifying with every passing minute.…And with terror, realization hit you what it was you were feeling.

“Loki, I –“

“It’s an Asgardian plant. We call it crimson clover. In low doses, its pollen has a calming effect, used in the infirmary and to induce sleep. That’s why Banner asked Thor to bring him a specimen of it as a sample. He hoped it could help him gain control over his transformation into the Hulk.” Loki’s voice sounded strangely hollow.

“And high doses?”, you urged, and it cost you everything not to moan aloud with the growing need glowing in your core, the urge to let your hands slide down between your legs and stroke yourself, to ease this ravenous urge. No. Please, no. No no no…

“In high doses, it’s a neurotoxin, which enhances heartrate and…other functions.”

“Am I going to die?” Fresh tears started pricking at the corners of your eyes as you glanced up at Loki’s, whose grasp on your arms had loosened to a gentle touch at your words, before he assured, “No. No, you’ll live. It just makes you…”

He drifted off, obviously searching for a good way to put it, when you finished blatantly, “Horny.”

“You could put it that way.”

“Oh god,” you choked out, pressing your hands to your burning face in horror and embarrassment, but Loki gently pried them away to make you look at him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Oh god, I’m so sorry –“

“Don’t be,” Loki hushed, and tears choked you at the tenderness with which he spoke to you despite everything that had happened between the two of you, all these things which didn’t make sense and the questions which kept haunting your mind day and night. He cared for you. You’d sensed it before, and you could see it now in the compassion shining in his eyes as he looked down at you, sprawled on his bed.

You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Everything to be spared the humiliation of the damned plant’s toxin wreaking havoc in your body and twisting your hormones, taking every shred of dignity as you burned alive with this agonizing desire. The sensations which kept flooding your body at the slightest movement, the slightest touch of the bedsheets against your exposed skin, the damp fabric of your dressing gown plastered to your feverish skin, were too overpowering for your senses, and every one of Loki’s touches seemed to worsen your condition further, feeding these greedy flames of need. You felt as if you might go crazy with lust.

“If you…um. Would give me a few minutes?”

“To help yourself?”, Loki asked with a stern expression.

“Either that or to die of embarrassment,” you deadpanned with a croak, “Probably the latter.”

Loki chuckled softly, but the concern in his gaze was unrelenting. “It doesn’t work like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“It has to be someone else. Or your condition will just worsen.”

“How long, then? How long until it stops on its own?”, you urged, desperation growing with every second of silence which filled the air as Loki contemplated his words, before he replied, “Days.”

You would have stared at him in horror, but your world was already fading into the white noise of pain sizzling along every nerve, every sinew and muscle and bone in your body. It felt like dying. You could only hope that the blackness which had begun to slowly creep in at the edges of your contorted vision would hurry to render you unconscious, passed out with agony so you wouldn’t have to suffer through these next few days.

“Let me help you, Y/N” Loki murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the pounding of your racing pulse in your ears.

“Coldness helped,” you gasped, clammy hands clutching the bedsheets as another wave of pain rattled your bones, and you bit back a groan when Loki’s hands, still cool with his magic, cradled the sides of your face again to gently tilt your head and make you look up at him.

“We can’t put you in a freezer for the next days. You’re in pain. And I can’t…I can’t stand to see you in pain. Please, let me help you,” he implored.

“No,” you said, surprised by the vehemence in your weak voice as you shook your head, “No, I can’t let you do this.”

He frowned with hurt. “You would rather endure days of agony instead of giving in and letting me help you?”

“I can’t…”, you choked, interrupted by a sharp inhale of breath. Breath which seemed to burn your lungs as if you’d swallowed acid. With the last remains of strength you could muster, you whispered, “I can’t ask that of you.”

Your eyes fluttered close at the sensation of Loki’s fingers brushing away stray strands of your wet hair which had fallen into your face, before he murmured, “You didn’t ask. I’m offering. It’s my decision to offer – and it’s your decision to accept.”

The pad of his thumb ghosted over your cheek, and only then did you realize your face was wet with tears. Tears Loki was swiping away with a tenderness in his touch, in his gaze, that made your stupid little heart stumble in your chest. How many times had you imagined him looking at you the way he did now, touching you with such gentleness? But not like this. I couldn’t happen like this.

“We can forget about it, when it’s over,” he offered quietly, his tone growing more desperate, “We can pretend it never happened. Just let me help you. I just…I just want you to be okay.”

He was right. You needed help. And if anyone, you wanted it to be him.

“Okay.”

It was all the reassurance he needed, and the mattress dipped beneath you as Loki shifted and carefully pulled you with him, placing you between his legs with your back resting against his chest, and even this slight touch on your arms made you groan with unbearable desire flaring in your core.

“I’ll take care of you,” he soothed, and placed one hand on the damp skin over your collarbone to uphold his cooling magic and keep your fever as low as possible, while his other hand slowly wandered down to the apex of your thighs and the arousal pooling there, already running down your bare thighs, and you desperately rutted your hips in need of friction.

“Is this okay?”, Loki mumbled softly against the shell of your ear, and you gave him a breathless, panting nod, while he continued to let his hand roam down over the damp silk of your dressing gown, giving you time to stop him should you change your mind. You didn’t, though. You wanted nothing more than for him to touch you, to hold you...

“I promise I’ll make you feel good, my love,” Loki kept murmuring while his hand finally dove beneath the fabric of your flimsy dressing gown, and his voice was like honey running down a sore throat, a soothing balm against the guilt and shame raging beneath this all-consuming desire. Reassuring you that it was okay – something you needed to hear more than anything else right now. In the delirious state of your mind, you wondered if he’d actually called you love, or if you’d started hallucinating with the raging fever eating away at you. The touch of his cool hand against your blazing skin made you bite your lip with a drawn whine, eliciting the sweetest sensations in your fever-addled body.

“No need to stay quiet,” he encouraged softly, “Be as loud as you want to, darling.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. A desperate cry fell from your lips when Loki dragged his cool fingers along the slickness of your folds, slowly spreading your arousal before he started to caress the throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs with gentle brushes of his fingertips. Your head fell back against his shoulder as you rolled your hips against his hand with the despair of a starving person at a banquet table, and every rational thought left you. The pleasure which flooded your body was unlike anything you’d ever felt, singeing your nerves until you felt like you might burst with it, craving more, more, more…

Loki’s breath against the column of your throat summoned trails of goosebumps on your heated skin while he started to whisper praises you his words a susurration which tangled with your moans.

“You’re doing so good, my love.” The tenderness in his hoarse voice made warmth bloom in your chest. His words, you knew, were meant to convey so much more. It’s okay. You don’t need to be ashamed. I’ve got you. It’ll be alright.

“You…” you breathed, and your lips brushed over the skin of his neck as you angled your head, “You feel so good.” The sensation of your lips against his throat made him utter a low moan, such a lovely sound; oxygen feeding the hungry flames in your core, and you rutted more desperately against his fingers to chase these sweet sensations…

His cheek was resting against yours, ink black curls tickling the side of your face as you tilted your head and the tip of your nose brushed against his jaw, feeling his own thundering heartbeat against your spine as another glowing bolt of bliss made you arch your back as Loki kept building your climax with slow caresses, his cool fingertips dancing over your clit in time with the movement of your hips, clouding your lust-addled mind and stealing every last ounce of control as the ball of fire in your aching core morphed into an explosion.

Your climax was so forceful that it knocked the wind from your lungs and let darkness seep into your mind, and you were glad nobody else was in the headquarters because you were certain the cry which spilled from the back of your throat as Loki’s skilled fingers continued to massage your clit and guide you through your orgasm would have woken everyone up to the highest storeys.

When the waves of your orgasm finally ebbed, consciousness started to reclaim your senses, and the haze over your mind lifted as fast as it had descended upon you, leaving behind nothing but pure, unadulterated grief. Grief, because it was over and you would leave, and you would never again feel Loki’s arms around you, his heartbeat thrumming against your skin, his voice whispering to you.

“Ssshh, it’s okay,” Loki soothed with a whisper, and suddenly his arms were around you, pulling you closer into him, “Did it work? Are you okay?”

“It did,” you uttered on a broken whimper, “It…Thank you.”

With the pain gone, the fire in your core extinguished and the toxin burnt from your system, there was no reason for you to stay. Loki had made it clear that he didn’t want to have anything to do with you, and the least you could do now was respect his wishes. But as you shuffled out of his arms to leave the bed and his rooms, his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist to hold you back and he pressed, “You’re crying, Y/N. You don’t seem to be okay so, please, tell me what’s made you cry. Because there is nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing you should feel guilty about.”

The pain in his words was more than you could bear, and when you finally shifted at the edge of the bed to look at him, his hand still holding your wrist, you could see tears brimming in his beautiful ocean eyes while he held your gaze.

“I miss you, Loki.” It came out as a quiet, broken sob, along with fresh tears spilling from your eyes. “I miss you every day. Every night. But I know that you want me gone and I respect that, so that’s what I’ll –“

You didn’t get to finish the sentence. Your mind went beautifully blank when Loki’s lips captured yours in a kiss which left your breathless and dizzy in the best of ways, urgent and desperate as his hands found their way to the sides of your head and he pulled you closer, making your heartbeat stumble and kindling new flames in your core, flames which felt right, so much better than the desire the toxin had awakened in you.

The world blurred and nothing else mattered anymore as the two of you sank down onto the mattress together, Loki situating himself on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer while your fingers wove through his soft raven strands, and the blissful moan which escaped him at the sensation sparked another burst of colours in your chest. Fireworks.

“I need you,” you breathed, “I need to feel you.”

Upon hearing these words, Loki broke the kiss to glance down at you, worry flashing in his eyes as he asked, “This…this is real, is it? Not the toxin?”

“It’s real,” you reassured with a breathless smile, and his lips where on yours again, one of his hands gently tilting your head to deepen the kiss, coaxing open your mouth to taste you, and you could feel his clothed erection pressing against your core, eliciting a sweet torrent of pleasure which cascaded through you, and you languidly rolled your hips against his, grinding your soaked core against his length to summon another lovely sound from Loki’s lips as his free hand left its place on your chin to tangle in your wet hair.

Your hands slid between your bodies and down to free him, and the groan he uttered against your lips when you grabbed him and aligned him with your dripping entrance was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard, and you took your sweet time to drag his tip along the wetness of your folds, his breath hot and heavy on your lips, feeling how his grip in your hair tightened with the sensation.

“Are you sure?”, Loki whispered once more, and your heart seared at the tenderness in his coarse voice, the affection shining in his lust-darkened eyes as he gazed at you as if you were the only person in the world. As if you were his whole world. He was stunning in every way, with the slight flush in his cheeks, the ghost of the soft smile which played on his lips, the stray curls of his raven hair which fell into his face, and you reached out with one hand to brush them away from his forehead before you murmured, “I need you more than anything else.”

His gaze stayed locked on yours as he slid into you, burying himself in your throbbing walls until he filled you to the brim, with a gentleness as if he were scared that he could break you. The sensation of him sheathed inside of you, his chest rapidly rising and falling against yours, breathing in each other, relishing the sensation of each other, made your eyes flutter close with overwhelming bliss.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, pressing a trail of kisses along the line of your jaw. The soft moan which spilled from your lips in reply was swallowed by his kiss as he started to move, burrowing himself deeper inside your dripping heat with every languid thrust, and you felt your walls clench around him with every electric wave of pleasure he sent through you.

Head tipping back with pleasure, you slid your hands beneath the soft verdant fabric of his shirt and to the soft skin of his back, nails leaving scratch marks as you pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, and you could feel the pace of his thrusts quickening, matching the movement of your own hips snapping against his with every wanton whimper tearing from you, every stroke of his tip against the sweet spot deep inside of you.

It was your name on his lips, murmured against your own, which made you come undone with a cry of pleasure as the first waves of your orgasm swept through you, immersing you in this beautiful glowing warmth Loki made you feel, the euphoria he instilled in your very soul, and you clung to him like a lifeline as your muscles went limp and he chased his own high beside you with faltering pace, telling you he was close as well.

“I love you,” he murmured as you felt him come undone inside of you, stealing another greedy kiss from your lips as the feeling of his hot cum spilling inside of you, paired with the confession he’d just whispered, unravelled you for a third time that night, gentle and all-consuming, filling you with bliss and love and the beautiful feeling of being safe and sound in his arms, surrounded by him, bodies moulded and souls aligned like the stars dancing in your vision while Loki gently rested his forehead against yours and helped you ride out both your climaxes.

A few heartbeats of silence passed in which you both waited for your ragged breathing to calm, your heartbeats to slow. You wanted to stay like this until the end of time itself, him buried inside of you, as close as possible with his heartbeat in tune with your own.

“Did you – did you mean that?”, you panted.

“I did. I do. Every word”, he rasped, and his hand slid out of your hair to caress your cheek as he continued, “I love you, Y/N.”

Against the lump forming in your throat, you whispered, “Then why did you push me away after that kiss?”

His expression darkened, sadness obscuring the happiness which had glimmered in his ocean eyes.

“I should never have treated you this way, my love. But I was scared.”

“To let me get close?”

You cupped his face between your palms, and whispered, “I love you, too, Loki. I love you so much. But I need to know why you did it.”

He nodded, and with a shaky exhale, he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him.

“My mother’s death was my fault.”

It took a few breaths for the meaning of his words to sink in, and you could feel the strain in his voice as he went on, “I didn’t know it then, but I told them where she was. I wanted to send them to Odin, and the only person who ever believed in me, who ever gave me the feeling that I was loved, paid the price. And I was scared the same thing could happen to you.”

He swallowed, and you inched closer, placing your palm on his cheek to gently turn his head and make him look at you. Your heart bled for him, for everything he’d went through.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I could help you ease the pain,” you whispered. “But I know, with all my heart, that you won’t hurt me.”

“I was scared, because…I never loved anyone else. I never even loved myself, and I’m still sure that nobody could ever love me.”

You felt as if you could burst into tears all over again upon hearing these words, but you bit it back. There were far more important things to do. You swiped at the tears which had sprang from his eyes, just as he’d done for you earlier, and asked softly, “Can you still do this memory-telepathy-thing?”

Loki nodded with a confused frown.

“Good. Then do it”, you urged gently and grasped his hand to place his palm on your temple, closing your eyes to summon all these memories from the past few weeks. To make him see what you saw whenever you looked at him. Beauty. Pain. Loneliness. Greed. Kindness. Jealousy. Wit. Humour. Compassion. Empathy. Snatches and fragments of colours in a kaleidoscope, and above all else, love.

When Loki released his magic’s soft grasp on your memories, his tears had started flowing once more, accompanied by the most radiant smile you’d ever seen him wear, a smile which chased away all the shadows and the doubts to replace them with nothing but a pure, unfiltered joy.

He didn’t say anything when he pulled you closer into his arms, against the heart which was beating for you. And for the first time in his life, Loki felt…happiness. For the first time, he didn’t feel alone anymore. For the first time, he believed that he could learn to love himself, with you by his side.

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[roanniee]

Maelstrom

🐈Yaku Morisuke x Hinata!GN! Reader

Warnings: swearing, simping, the use of Daddy Iwa Past relationship talk?

Chapter 5

Masterlist

You just wanted to be a good sibling and friend. You just wanted to drop off some surprise food for Shouyou, Hoshiumi and Iwaizumi. Possibly the rest of the team as well, based on the rather large amount of food that you brought with you. But the elderly female guard in front of the training center really would not let you pass through just to drop the food off. You understand of course, why the guard was so wary. You were wearing a black mask and a baseball hat that covered your hair. You look suspicious, and you know it, but it didn't mean that you didn't feel frustrated.

"Please," You said with a sigh. "I just want to drop food for my friends."

"I'm sorry, dearie, but I am not allowed to let anyone in unless they are escorted in by one of the players, or the staff members." the guard said with a regretful smile. You sighed again and stepped to the side, pulling your phone out from your pocket. You sent them both a message, hoping that one of them sees it, when a voice behind you said a nickname that you had not heard in nearly ten years.

"Sunflower?"

You froze before looking behind you, eyes wide as you took in the hulking form of a person that you had not heard from since you graduated.

"Wakatoshi?"

Ushijima Wakatoshi never changed much in the nearly ten years that you have not seen him. He still had a large build and the ever so stoic face.

"It has been a while. How are you?" He asked, a small smile on his face that you couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Normal so far. What about you?"

"I have nothing to complain about aside from being late to training. What are you doing here?" He asked, raising a brow at you. While the action would've intimidated others, it warmed your heart instead. Ushijima was stoic, but around you, he showed more emotions than others would see in a week. The gesture of him raising his brow at you isn't a gesture made with intimidation, but rather, of curiosity.

Just like it had been all those years ago.

"I wanted to drop some food off for Shouyou, Hajime and Hoshiumi-kun. Could you give it to them for me?" You asked, eyeing the white and red jacket he was wearing. Neither Shouyou nor Iwaizumi had told you who the members of the National team were, but you should've known that Ushijima would be a member of it. The man had nothing but volleyball and personal success in his mind.

"Why don't you just come in? I'm sure they would be happy to see you." He suggested, making you blink. Before you could protest, Ushijima grabbed the bag of food with one hand and your wrist on another before gently dragging you inside, nodding at the guard who was watching your interaction with interest. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he continued to tug you along with him through the training centre's long hallways, before opening a door and shoved you inside gently.

You yelped as you stumbled in, bumping into the broad body of one Iwaizumi Hajime. Iwaizumi took one look at you and chuckled, immediately knowing who you are. After all, the cap you were wearing was from him, and the mask you wore was one that Oikawa physically sewed in Brazil with Shouyou.

"Wakatoshi, what the hell was that for!? You did not have to drag me like that!" You whined loudly as Iwaizumi stabilised you, effectively catching the attention of everyone in the gym. From the corner of your eyes, you can see them double back when they realise who Ushijima was talking to and who was leaning on Iwaizumi. Of course you would catch their attention. You weren't wearing your mask anymore, having ripped it off while Ushijima was dragging you.

"Forgive me, but you would've convinced me to not bring you inside if I had done so." The tall male said in amusement, making you huff. It was the truth. If he had let you talk, you would've convinced him to just take the food and bring it to the gym while you went on your merry way.

You glared at Ushijima before moving to look at Iwaizumi who was chuckling beside you.

"This isn't funny, Daddy Iwa. Quit laughing." You said, rolling your eyes. Whatever Iwaizumi was going to say in response died before he could voice it out because someone barrelled into you, making you both fall into the ground. You didn't even have to see to know who it was. Your brother has hugged you more times than you could count with all your fingers and toes in the past month since you got back to Japan.

"Shou, was you tackling me to the floor necessary?" You asked as your brother got off you and helped you up. You winced when your shoulder and back began to throb in slight pain. "Now I'm in pain. Thanks kid."

"I'm so sorry! It's just that you're here! At practice! You need to meet my team." Hinata said excitedly, and you can only sigh when you caught sight of all the dropped jaws. This was exactly why you didn't want to be in here. You knew that Shouyou would get excited and parade you around proudly.

"Hoshiumi-kun, come get your gremlin!" You said loudly to the white haired male at the far end of the court, watching his boyfriend cling to you with amusement.

"Sorry, Y/n-san! He was your gremlin before I even met him! You know how to deal with him better than I can!" Hoshiumi responded with a teasing tone.

"Said gremlin is right here, listening to you both." Shouyou grumbled out before dragging you over to where the team stood to introduce you to them.

Honestly, what is with people dragging you everywhere?

*****

Yaku stood back, jaw dropped to the floor. However, not for the same reason that others in the team did.

It was You. You were the cutie he saw at the airport.

He knows that sideview anywhere, having engraved it in his mind after seeing it once, despite the mask that covered the lower half of your face the first time he saw you.

Yaku blinked when he suddenly found himself in front of you, being introduced by Shouyou.

"Y/n, this is Yaku Morisuke-san. I'm sure you've heard me talk about him?" Shouyou stated, smiling at the dumb look on Yaku's face.

"Ah, yes. Nekoma's former libero, no?" You said with a soft smile, directed at the blond male in front of you.

"Y-yes. H-hi. I'm Yaku- I mean... you already knew that." Yaku stuttered out, rubbing his nape with a sheepish smile. You laughed, finding yourself charmed by the stuttering and the small blush that lit up the libero's cheeks.

"It's nice to meet you finally, Yaku. Shouyou has talked a lot about you and your skills. I hope to see it in action." You said before Shouyou moved you along and introduced you to Bokuto, who was physically vibrating in excitement.

His eyes never left your figure until it was time for practice, and you bet that Shouyou noticed it.

*****

Notes:

Yaku never approached you after the initial introduction.

He was too shy and he knows that he will stutter even more.

The last thing he needed was for him to look more of a fool in front of you than he already is.

Kuroo is crying because he didn't get the chance to meet you.

Calling you as his friend hurts Shouyou more than he would admit, but he knows that there's a good reason for it so he ignores the pain.

You and Ushijima dated. That's it. That's the tweet.

Okay but for real, You and Ushijima dated starting the latter half of your first year until 6 months before graduation.

It was a mutual break up. You know you'd be busy with your work and he'd be busy with volleyball, so to avoid anything from getting toxic, you just let each other go.

You did truly love each other though.

The love is gone now, and when you both look back, all you can see is fondness and good memories.

Sakusa is actually very thankful for Ushijima's ex, which is you. He knew that he wasn't easy to deal with, and he knew that Ushijima learned the patience to deal with him from you.

You definitely think that Yaku is cute.

but...

past relationship problems, and no, it's not Ushi.

Shouyou had been talking about Yaku for years. Especially to you.

If you didn't know it, you'd think that the ginger was in love with Yaku.

But no.

he's just trying to entice you to get to know Yaku better lmao.

Kenma and Akaashi are in awe of Yaku's luck beause??

What are the odds that the cute person he found at an airport was You??

PS. More drama is coming soon.

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[kaylaxwrites]

A Day in the Life

masterlist // ao3

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader Words: 2700 Request/Summary: A glimpse into your domestic life with Frank and your daughter Annie. (aka the one where we just want Frank to be happy and peaceful.) Requested by anonymous: "can you please write some frank castle fluff ? pleasepleaseplease"  Warnings: mild language, pregnant reader A/N: did this end up being a rambling mess? I had no idea. but while I was writing, I got so many ideas for a domestic day with Frank that I had to stop myself from including them all. (if you to see them all, let me know lol) also I’ve never written Frank before, so please let me know if anything’s off or OOC about him. I’d love to hear your feedback! 

(ps send me your requests pls)

You woke up to the smell of coffee. Though your back was turned, you could feel Frank sitting on his side of the bed, probably reading a worn paperback as he sipped his black coffee. (“None of that fancy creamer shit,” he once told you. “When I want coffee, I just want coffee.”) You smiled to yourself as you burrowed deeper into your covers—the bed felt warm and safe with Frank by your side.

Your bladder wouldn’t let you enjoy the feeling for very much longer.

Sighing, you stretched deeply before sitting up and blearing sleepily at Frank. “Morning, baby,” you said quietly, running your hand over Frank’s bare shoulder.

“Shit, did I wake you up?” His voice was still rough around the edges with sleep.

“Nah, more like this baby pushing at my ribs.”

Neither you nor Frank intended on having more children, not after his past and your complicated pregnancy with an ex five years ago. But after seeing the way he took to your daughter, Annie, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret this happy little accident. You hoped Frank felt the same way, if the smile in his eyes every time he looked at your daughter and growing belly was anything to go by.

Frank set his coffee mug and book on the bedside table in order to place a warm hand over your stomach. “Baby girl givin’ her momma trouble?”

Another kick to the bladder had you pulling away from Frank’s touch and out of bed. “He is a pain in my ass,” you said, pressing a kiss into Frank’s hair. “Just like his father.”

You and Frank had a running bet on the sex of your baby. (Annie was betting dinosaur.) Knowing wasn’t a big deal to you and you didn’t want to be like one of those gender-obsessed moms on Pinterest, but it was fun picking light-hearted arguments with Frank. It made you happy to see him joking, to see the tension ease from his shoulders even slightly. You knew the idea of having another child weighed heavily on his chest, so you knew how big of a step it was for him to make light of the situation, for him to even allow himself to become close with the daughter you already had.

By the time you returned from the bathroom, Annie was awake and curled next to Frank who was reading aloud from his book. Annie’s huge pit bull of a dog named Hulk (named after her favorite Avenger as well as an apt descriptor) had followed and laid his head protectively across her lap. (For the record, Hulk was not your dog. Hulk was not Frank’s dog. Hulk was one hundred percent, without-a-doubt Annie’s dog. She found him scared, cold, and alone in an alley one day last winter and they took to each other like ducks on water. Hulk followed you and Annie home that day and refused to leave her side ever since.)

“Morning, Mommy,” Annie said sleepily, still tucked against Frank’s side.

“Good morning, Annie,” you replied, running a hand over her hair to smooth her bedhead. “You hungry?” Annie perked up excitedly at that and nodded her head frantically. “Why don’t you and Frank take Hulk for a walk and I’ll get breakfast started?”

Annie nodded again and Frank swooped her up in his arms, setting her gently on the ground. “Help me tie my shoes?” she asked Frank, her eyes wide and hopeful.

“Sure, kid, I’ll help you,” Frank replied. He smiled as she ran out of the room as fast as her little legs could carry her. Hulk trotted behind her. Frank followed slowly behind them both, but stopped to spend a second with you. He slid his hands down to your hips and pulled you close. You rested your hands on his biceps, leaning back a little to look into his eyes.

“You good with her?” you asked, unsure if he was okay watching her by himself or if he wanted you to go as well.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Frank leaned down to kiss you, but stopped short when Annie called out from the other room. “Frank! I got my shoes on! I need help!” You let out a breath that was half exasperation, half laughter, leaning your forehead against Frank’s.

“Duty calls?” You chuckled.

“Duty calls,” Frank agrees, kissing you once more before stepping out into the main room, where you could see Annie kicking her feet against the couch. You smiled as you watched Frank kneel down and help her with her shoes. “What’s the first step? Tie a knot, right.” He tied the first shoe for her before having her show him how to tie the other one. “Attagirl,” he said proudly once she had finished. “Now go get Hulk’s leash, yeah?” Annie darted off again on her new task as Frank moved to lace his own boots.

You stepped to stand next to Frank, arms crossed, as you watched Annie try to figure out the latch to the leash. “You know she learned how to tie her shoes a week ago?” you said quietly so Annie wouldn’t hear across the room.

“That right?” he asked, peering up at you as he made his last knot on his boot before standing up.

“Mhm. I think she just likes asking you for help.”

Frank huffed, the corner of his mouth hitching towards a smile. And—was that your imagination or did he have a tinge of red across his cheeks? Before you could dwell on it further, Annie was in front of you again, this time hiding the leash behind her back.

“Hulk says he doesn’t want to wear the leash,” she said, rocking up and back on her toes.

Frank crouched once more to get on her level. “He did, now did he?” Annie nodded. “Well tell Hulk if he wears his leash today, we’ll go to the dog park tomorrow.” Annie’s face lit up and she ran off to tell Hulk the news. How this girl was so active this early in the morning, you’d never know. It was barely seven on a Saturday morning and she was already bouncing off the walls.

You headed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast as you listened to Annie and Frank banter back and forth. A few moments later, you caught a glimpse of them out the window. Annie skipped along the sidewalk with Hulk dutifully trotting next to her. Frank followed behind, carefully keeping an eye on the little girl.

By the time they returned, breakfast was nearly ready. Frank’s plate with eggs, sausage, and toast was set in front of his seat at the table. You placed the finishing touches on Annie’s smiley face pancakes before fixing your own plate and joining the two of them at your little kitchen table. “How was the walk?” you asked, pouring Annie a glass of juice.

“Good!” She smiled, syrup already covering her chin. She continued to talk around mouthfuls of food. “We stopped at Mrs. Hall’s bodega and I got to pet her cat. Then she gave me a piece of candy.”

“Candy before breakfast?”

“No,” she pouted. “Frank said I had to wait. He put it in his pocket and said I could only have it if I ate all of my strawberries.”

“Well, you better eat up, then,” you said, pointing at her untouched strawberries.

Annie continued rambling on about the walk, mentioning how many pigeons she saw and who she said hi to on the street. By the time she had run out of things to say, the three of you had finished eating. You cleaned up her face and hands before sending her to the living room for some Saturday morning cartoons. The distraction would last long enough for you and Frank to do the dishes and, if you were lucky, allow you time to take a shower in peace.

Frank had already started washing dishes when you joined him and you took the dish towel off of his shoulder so you could dry them. You completed the chore with relative ease and in peaceful silence. Occasionally, you’d bump Frank with your hip, causing him to smile at you.

“Got any plans for today?” you asked, drying off the last dish and placing it in the cupboard.

“Not yet, I don’t,” Frank said, turning to lean against the counter. “Why?”

“I was thinking of taking Annie to the park today and maybe running to the store afterwards. I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna come with us?”

“Yeah.”

“Great!” You reached up to place a kiss against Frank’s bearded jaw. “Can you watch Annie for a minute while I take a shower?”

Frank ran a hand through your hair and returned your kiss. “Yeah, go.”

“You’re wonderful!” you called as you hurried into the bathroom.

The warm water against your skin felt nice and you were tempted to take longer than you needed to in the shower to enjoy it. But you figured you’d need to be quick before it got too late in the day. As you were rinsing out the conditioner in your hair, you felt movement against your stomach. Looking down, you saw nothing and shrugged it off. But you felt it again a few moments later. And you realized.

You threw the shower curtain open. “Frank!” you called. “Frank! Come here!”

Frank barreled into the room a few seconds later, nearly throwing the door off of its hinges. His eyes were wide as he searched the room, looking for a sign of danger or anything out of place. He was already breathing heavily. “What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping towards you.

As soon as he was in reach, you grabbed his wrist and placed it against your stomach, not even caring about getting the sleeves of his shirt wet. Frank stared at you, confused. He opened his mouth to question you further when—

Kick.

Kick.

“Is that—?” he started. You nodded, grinning. Frank’s jaw went slack and he moved his free hand to the other side of your belly. The baby kicked again. “I never thought…” Frank trailed off, staring deep into your eyes. Before you could realize what was happening, you were up against the cool shower wall and Frank’s mouth was heavy on yours.

When you and Frank stumbled out of the shower a little while later, you found Annie asleep on the couch. The TV was still blaring her favorite show. You let her nap while you finished your morning routine. Half an hour later, you woke her up and helped her get dressed while Frank took Hulk for another lap around the block. Soon, the three of you were in your building’s elevator and venturing out into the world.

“Now, remember,” you said, fixing Annie’s hat over her curls, “what do we call Frank when we’re outside?”

“Pete,” she quickly answered, sucking on her lollipop she received that morning. You and Frank hadn’t told her much about his past, but you made sure she knew (in a kid-friendly way) that bad guys were after Frank and they couldn’t find out who he was. She was confused, but usually followed the rule anyway. Thankfully, her slipups happened mostly when no one else could hear her.

After a short walk, you arrived at Annie’s favorite park. As soon as you entered the fenced-in area, she sprinted towards the jungle gym. You turned to Frank as he shut the fence behind you. “This okay?” you asked, taking his hand. You knew sometimes parks like these, filled with screaming and laughing children, could set him on edge and remind him of his family.

“I’m fine.”

Before you could question that further, Annie was calling for you. Well, more for Frank, actually. “Pete! Come help me across the monkey bars!” Annie was standing on the ladder, but the first bar was out of her reach.

You watched Frank walk over and picked her up so she could reach and smiled when he held her by the waist to help her across. Then Annie made him help her three more times. (She sure was bossy. Frank once joked, “I have no idea where she gets it from.”) Soon, she was dragging Frank by the arm to some other part of the playground. You followed closely behind, occasionally taking pictures of the pair. You laughed when she had Frank go down a slide that was clearly too small for him. You regretted laughing when you, too, were made to go down the slide. Eventually, Annie made a friend and you moved to sit on a swing to watch her play.

“You’re really good with her, you know,” you said to Frank. He was leaning against a pole of the swing set, his arms crossed, as he kept a close eye on your daughter. “I’m really glad you’re in our lives.”

“Yeah, only I shouldn’t be,” he muttered. “Everything in my life goes to shit—”

You stopped him short. “I’m not here for this ‘I don’t deserve any of this’ bullshit tirade. Annie adores you. I adore you. I don’t even know where we’d be without you. I’m so thankful you’re in our lives and I don’t want you thinking you don’t deserve every little bit of the good headed your way because you do. Annie and I will worm our way into your heart whether you like it or not. We’re here to stay.” You stood and wrapped your arms around his waist. He didn’t return the gesture, but he didn’t push you away either. “Please let us love you.”

Eventually, Frank lowered his arms to wrap around your shoulders. He remained silent, but you would take it. You hoped eventually he would learn to accept the love of your little family, but for now, you were willing to leave him to his thoughts.

As the sun drifted closer to the horizon, you decided it was time to head back home for the night. After playing at the park, Frank treated you and Annie to ice cream cones and the three of you spent the afternoon wandering around the city before stopping for dinner at your favorite little restaurant. You decided to forego the trip to the grocery store today, pushing it off for tomorrow after eyeing Annie’s droopy, sleepy eyes. At some point on your way home, Frank started to carry Annie. You smiled as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, face pressed into his shoulder.

Your heart warmed even further when Frank softly laid your daughter in her bed. He was so careful and gentle with her, it was hard to imagine him as the notorious Punisher. He slowly pulled her shoes off and you helped him change her into her pajamas. Once finished, he eased her back down on her pillows and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“G’night, Daddy,” Annie murmured, burrowing further into her pillow.

You froze.

Shit.

What were you supposed to say? What would Frank think? All of those parenting books you read years ago, and none had any solution for a situation like this. What were you supposed to do?

But Frank hesitated only for a moment before pulling Annie’s blanket up and over her. “Night, sweetheart,” he said, laying one hand on her forehead before standing and leaving the room.

After a moment, your brain finally caught up and you followed him out of the room, closing the door softly behind you. You found him staring out the window of the living room, hands on his hips. “Frank?” you called softly. You slowly walked over to him and ran a hand up his spine.

Frank sighed and ran a hand roughly over his face. “If-if anything happened to you, happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to us.”

He pulled away from you. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. Because I know you. I know you would give your life for us. And I trust you. You won’t let anything happen.” You paused. “If…if you want me to tell Annie not to call you that anymore, I will. Just… I know you think you should run away from us, but Annie would be heartbroken if you left. So, please…just give us a chance. I promise you we’ll be fine. Just stick around for us, yeah?”

“Yeah…” He stepped into your outstretched arms, pulling you close. “Yeah.”

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“Little Wife”: Part 2: Bjorn Ironside: Vikings Imagine

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Freezing cold sea spray hit me right in the face as I braced myself against the side of the ship.

Much to Bjorn's annoyance...seeing as he had told me to come away from it numerous times.

I ignored him...of course.

"You'll catch death before we arrive home." he said coming up behind me and wrapping another fur around me. "I wasn't planning on bringing a dead wife back, you little demon."

Some of the men chuckled at his exasperation.

They quickly labeled me as the thorn in their leader's side...much to their enjoyment and his displeasure.

Bjorn sighed as he stood behind me.

His firm chest pressed into the soft curves of my back.

I tolerated the furs and his bulky arms wrapping around me .... because it was actually cold...but I had never been so fascinated in my life.

I'd never left my village before and all I ever saw of the sea was from the shore.

This was a different and entirely mindblowing experience.

"You're mother seemed pleased that you're marrying into royalty." he commented and I whipped around to glare up at him.

"You just had to go and ruin my moment of happiness, didn't you?" I accused him with a withering look.

A few of his men chuckled and the smirk that coated his face made me want to attack him.  

He was substantially bigger than me though and I was vastly outnumbered.

"You'll be a princess." one of them commented...though I felt it was more of a tease.

"Who said I wanted to be a princess?" I grumbled and savagely clutched the furs around me as I angrily stared out at the choppy waters.

"Don't all little girls want to be princesses at some point?" the same man asked teasingly.

I glared at him venomously, "No. Do all little Viking boys want to be filthy heathens?"

The men roared in laughter.

I shrugged as I turned back to the sea, "I'd rather be a heathen than a princess."

The men cheered at me and I laughed lightly.

"I thought I'd managed to marry a filthy heathen but turns out all I got is a useless prince. What rotten luck." I said teasing Bjorn who honestly took it in good stride.

He took my teasing fairly well....even if I was a hateful little badger at times.

"Well, this useless prince has no intentions of laying with a frozen corpse so.... good night lads." he said and with that he unceremoniously swung me over his shoulder and headed towards the back of the boat.

He placed me on my feet before settling down and pulling me down into him and basically hiding me completely with the furs.

"If you'll just stay there you'll be warm." he said.

"But I can't see." I whined. "And that was the whole point of coming along.  I want to see."

He blew out an irritated breath at me.

"Alright, on your left there is water and ice.   And on your right, more water and ice.  Behind you, oh look more water and ice and up ahead.... wait a moment- oh no- more water and ice.  You're not going to see anything for a while so just still before you fall in the water."

I was beyond irritated with this attitude he had.  

Who the hell did he think he was telling me what to do and honestly did he expect me to listen to him?

To his credit, I had almost fell over on more than one occasion.

I felt that hulking chest of his deflate a bit underneath me as he sighed.

In reality I knew I was probably stomping on his last nerve and I'd deserve every bit of hostility but I was just excited.

The prospect of getting away from a place I never thought I'd leave was exciting for me.

I had mixed feelings on the whole situation, of course.

Leaving friends and family but at least it stopped the pillaging and I got to see the world.... or at the very least the sea.

I looked up at Bjorn, taking in his features.

He was a very rough man sort of man and in that there was such a beauty to him.

Not that I'd ever tell him such a thing.

I had no intentions of inflating his already enormous head on the situation.

"Hey." I said and he glanced down at me to acknowledge that he'd heard me.

"Tell me about your gods." I said and he lifted an eyebrow at me.

"What?" he asked, a tiny glint flickered in his eye.

"Your gods." I said. "I don't know anything about them and while I've honestly not been very interested in the customs of my village...I guess I should know if I'm supposed to marry a ..." I stopped to fake a gag. "prince."

He chuckled at me and swatted my bottom in jest.

"What is your distaste with the idea of being a princess?" he asked.

"You answer me first." I challenged.

"Honestly, it'll take much longer to explain the gods to you." he said. "And I'm not even sure that I should be the one to do such a thing."

"Is it only gods?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Is it only men?  Are there women as well?" I asked laying my cheek upon his chest, relaxing a little into the warmth of him.

His arm pulled me closer so that his hands might lock around me.

"There are many goddesses." he said.

"It's not like that where I'm from." I remarked. "Women... women aren't looked at for much of anything in my village.  To breed and bare children and if you don't...."

I didn't want to finish the tale to be honest because while I did have some fond memories of my village there were many that were not.

Bjorn seemed to notice my sudden drop in mood but I didn't really feel like elaborating on it.

He was silent for a moment.

"There is Freyja. She is a goddess of love and war." he said. "And her twin brother Freyr is a god of farming.  They are both gods of fertility.  We usually offer some form of swine to the twins."

"Offer?" I questioned.

"Slay it." he confirmed.  "We slaughter the hog and have it in the form of feast in honor of them.   Cats are sacred to Freyja as well."

"I like cats." I said. "Never had one.  Tried to keep one once but it scratched me and ran off."

"That sounds like another hateful little creature I know." he teased and I lightly punched his side making him chuckle.

"Frigg is the wife of Odin.  She is the goddess of wisdom and destiny.  She can tug at the threads of fate.  So if you stay in her favor she'll help you and if not she'll hinder you.   Sound familiar?" he teased and I glared up at him.

"She's also linked with the sky, fertility, mothers and home." he said.  

"Tell me more." I said sleepily snuggling into him.

His deep voice rumbled in his chest and lulled me right off to sleep.  

I awoke a few hours later to the sound of laughter and the bright sun shining right in my face.

Bjorn had long since moved from beneath me and was standing near the front of the boat.

The men were merry as food and drink were passed around.

Apparently, the day was good and accordign to the talk amongst them....the gods had showed the voyage favor.

They'd pulled in many fish from the nets and there was a piece of land in the distance.

"Good morning, Princess to Be." said the same man from the night before with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips.  

"Morning." I mumbled and narrowed my eyes but a smile on my lips none the less.

"Sten." he said and produced his hand to which I accepted and responded with my own.

"Eh, we might just call ye, Wee Demon." he teased and I shook my head at him.  "Bjorn Ironside and his Wee Demon Bride."

"I'm not anyone's anything!" I snapped and he laughed.

I moved past the chuckling men and found Bjorn's hulking figure.

"Are there no women present here at all?" I asked him.

"Good morning to you too." he laughed looking out at the morning sun.

I blew a breath of frustration out through my nose.

"Good morning, dear husband to be.  If it pleases you could you be so kind as to inform if any other creatures other than men inhabit this voyage?" I asked sarcastically.

He laughed at me, "Yes, there are many shieldmaidens with us.  Most of which are on that boat there."

I squinted in the distance where I did in fact see many women inhabiting a particular boat.

Upon further inspection I discovered the were peppered amongst all the boats.  

I guess I just didn't realize due to my excitement and exhaustion.

In fairness, they did bare many of the same hairstyles and armor.

At a glance, it wasn't that obvious.

"What's a shieldmaiden?" I asked.

"A warrior who happens to be a woman." he said.

"Can I meet them?" I asked.

"Are you interested in women?" he asked and I furrowed my brows at him.

"Excuse me?" I said. "How is that any of your business?"

"It's my business because I know those women and they'd love to get their hands on a soft, plump thing like you." he said.

"You don't own me, Bjorn." I said.

"So you keep reminding me." he said. "Even though you literally have no place to-"

"I will jump off this damn boat right now." I said staring up at him.

"Jump then." he countered.

"I would rather die than live wedded to a husband who thinks he can control me." I said.  "So you let me know.  Are you gonna be a tyrant or not?  Because I'd rather die."

We stared each other down for the longest time.

The few moments of sweetness we had were fine but in reality.... this was not a fairy tale romance.

We'd struck a bargain but we hadn't fallen in love.

He stared at me for a moment longer before turning to the closest board and signaling them.

"Revna!" he called out and a tall woman with long black hair looked up.

In honestly, she was the most breathtaking woman I'd ever seen in my life.

The sheer power of her.

You just didn't see women like that were I came from.

The two boats came a bit closer together and he looked down at me.

"Go on then." he said.  "If you're so determined to jump it shouldn't be a problem for you to swim the rest of the way."

"We can let the wee boat down for her." piped up a man from the back of the boat.

"No, let her go ahead." he said challenging me.

Mistake.

I glared at him momentarily before climbing over the side and diving into the water.

Yes, it was freezing.

Yes, it felt like a thousand knives were stabbing into me.

Yes, it felt like my lungs were about to explode as I broke the surface.

However, I'd drown before I'd let him see that.

I didn't even bother to look at him as I turned and swam towards the other boat.

The women there pulled me up and wrapped me in a fur.

I was enveloped into a ruckus of laughter, welcomes and congratulations.

I stared Bjorn down from across the water.

Truthfully, I was just as spiteful as he was but I'd be damned before I admitted that.

The woman known as Revna embraced me with a grin.

In person, she was much larger than I originally thought and quite intimidating.  

"Welcome!" she said.  "That was quite a move.  We could've came and got you but I like a ballsy woman."

"Back off, Revna." one of the women laughed. "Apparently, she's supposed to be Bjorn's new wife."

"We'll see." I shrugged sassily and they roared in laughter.

"Fiery." Revna laughed.  "I do like you."

I smiled, "He's not really so bad. He just likes to tell me what to do and I've never really reacted all that well to it."  

She chuckled, "Bjorn is a decent man.   He's had many a wife before but he's a decent man.  He just falls in love too quick and likes to travel a lot.   Sometimes this is hard on a relationship."

"I didn't know he'd been married before." I commented.

"Yeah." she chuckled passing me a bit of butter and bread.  "Fair few times.  A few have gotten themselves killed.  Some just divorced."

"I told him I had no intentions of playing his little wife." I said before savagely cramming the bread in my mouth.

"We heard!" another woman said. "Everyone has been talking about how you might actually be the one to deal with him."

"Oh I'll deal with him alright." I grumbled.

"And so the honeymoon phase is over." Revna chuckled.

I glared at the side of his face.

If he wanted to be pissy then so did I.

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Publicity Stunt

Part Four

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Warnings: Swearing as usual. Trigger warnings??( just to prepare you, so be prepared). I think thats it?? 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader is a fixer/Pr and longtime friend of Pepper. Post-endgame.

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You stood on the tarmac as the Quinjet landed. Your personal assistant, Jonah, had arrived a few hours earlier and met the Avengers at the Senate hearing. You weren’t a fan of court procedures, any more than you were of politicians, so you sent Jonah – along with the lawyers you trusted – to the courthouse to ensure everything ran smoothly. Clint was a bit anxious when you told him your assistant was replacing you, Wanda refused to leave unless you were going with them, and Bucky spent the entire time asking about your male assistant.

“You planned this whole thing but you’re not showing up?” Clint argued, eyes flashing with betrayal.

Wanda agreed with him. “This is your thing! If anyone can convince people to do anything they don’t wanna, it’s you!”

“I’m not one for damselling—” Sam stopped pacing and took a breath- “but you’re turning me into one right about now.”

“This, Noah, person you were telling me about—” Bucky practically shoved the laptop in your face, a picture of your security’s supervisor stared back at you, “—he looks like a registered sex offender.”

You rolled your eyes, fixed the search, and pulled a picture of your assistant. You turned the laptop back to him and faced everyone else. “Jonah is a qualified attorney, and the team of attorneys that will be representing you are the best DC has to offer. You are in great hands.” You tried to reassure them, but your absence was clearly something that they weren’t okay with.

“Noah looks like Rumlow.” Bucky scowled, staring too closely at the screen. “He looks like Rumlow’s Hulk brother.”

“Looks like Drax’s long lost brother,” Sam added, peering over Bucky’s shoulder.

Clint joined in, clicking a few buttons and nodded. “He looks like he eats Senators for breakfast.”

“You work around Rumlow?” Bucky looked back at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Every single day, you spend time with this guy?”

“Jonah.” You corrected.

“He looks like a registered sex offender.”

“That’s not what sex offenders look like,” you scoffed, “you’d be surprised how many suits and ties are actual sex offenders.”

“Rumlow Noah is wearing a suit and tie.”

“Bucky, his name is Jonah,” you looked at him pointedly, “and it would do you justice if you remembered that. He’s a nice kid—”

“-registered sex offender—”

“—and he’s really good at what he does.” You glared at him for a moment longer before looking at everyone else, “I wouldn’t trust this part of the job on anyone else. He’s good. He’s great, and his team of attorneys are sharks. You—”

“Why do we need attorneys?” Clint asked, looking away from the laptop. “I thought this was a senate hearing.”

“While you’re at it, ask her about the security team of registered criminals she has on speed dial.” Bucky muttered, scrolling through more pictures of Jonah.

“What?” Wanda practically cried; eyes wide with panic.

“Oh, for fuck sake—” You inhaled deeply, “—the attorneys are for back up and the security is for the attorneys.”

Bucky, because he’s Bucky and his natural instinct is to make things difficult for you, scoffed. “It’s to get us out of there in case this is a trap.”

“A trap?!”

“Barnes!”

“Did you know Rumlow Noah had the third highest grade score in his class?”

It took far longer than expected, than necessary, to get them onto the Quinjet and to the hearing. Bucky was still attached to the laptop when he boarded, Clint was satisfied that you weren’t sending an intern with no experience, and Wanda was contemplating using her abilities on you. But, eventually, they departed for the city and left you with enough time to do your job, make a couple of phone calls and listen in on the senate hearings.

You weren’t a rookie, you had Jonah wear one of his bugged suits. This was the senate, after all, and you had to be ready for anything they could pull.

Jonah was a large man. His build caused controversy in the courtroom, juries thought him intimidating and witnesses found him unapproachable. His voice was far too deep, his face was far too intense, his looks were too menacing. His presence alone had scared witnesses into committing perjury, a few simple objections had caused him fines from contempt, juries ruled against his clients because of his daunting appearance.

Jonah was a very large man, but where others saw a beast, you saw brains. He was far younger than you, he had graduated from high school and law school far too early, and he was ready to make a difference. He could recite every word in the constitution, poke holes in the most ironclad of nondisclosure agreements, he could tell you all about each crime and how to elude being charged with it. The kid could get away with a Presidential assassination in broad daylight if he wanted to. But he looked like a Mafioso and appearance is everything in DC. So, when he lost a case – a case he should have won – you walked up to him and offered him a job.

Personal Assistant is what you both called his title, but he was much more than that. He was the reason you were good at your job.

“I’m guessing it all went well?” You raised an eyebrow at Jonah, the rest following suit.

Jonah simply shrugged, handing you a folder. “That shouldn’t even be a question.”

“Shit hit the fan.” Clint sighed.

“I’m making a list.” Bucky grumbled, idling a few steps away as he continued with his face shoved against the laptop.

“He pissed everyone off!” Wanda glared at him, “how is that not supposed to be a question?”

“Jesus—” Jonah rolled his eyes, dark brown glaring down at Wanda. “—you really think that was supposed to end well? It’s a senate hearing, with a bunch of powerful that were in the room with, arguably, people that are far more powerful than them. Your abilities, your avenging, everything about you already pisses them off.”

“What was the point of all that then?” Sam questioned, staring at Jonah like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.

“To piss them off,” Bucky added, shoving the laptop at you. “This is Rumlow’s classmate. She’s married, graduated top of her class and lectures at an Ivy League law school.”

You took the laptop and closed it shut. “The point of all this was to prove to everyone that the whole case is biased, that the entire senate – along with the accords – was based on the simple fact that they are biased.” You said, handing the laptop to Jonah’s anticipating hands and walking back inside.

“If we could prove bias to the general public,” Jonah continued as they all followed, “we could dismantle the entire case against you.”

“Sounds like a sex offender thing to say,” Bucky grouched, earning a warning look from you.

You placed the laptop on the kitchen counter, telling Jarvis to seal off every entrance to anyone without residential clearance. The rebuilt Compound was larger, but with less floors, the design was a unique mixture of every Avenger’s taste, except it was more of an armoury than it was a home. Each room had a secret compartment of weapons, and an exit route that led to either the garage or the woods, and the security system seemed to be engineered to withstand a nuclear war.

You had already set up a seating arrangement for them, their absence helped in getting a couple of things done, and you waited as everyone took a seat.

“Everything, from here on out, is gonna be war.”  You looked at all of them, hating the next words that were about to leave your mouth. “The whole media stint where I had you kissing babies and walking dogs, helping the needy, all that was just for the cameras. All that was just the first phase of what’s to come next. We can’t win against the Accords, we can’t win against a hundred and seventeen nations. But the people can.”

“This was never about public image.” Wanda stated, bitterness coating her words.

You shook your head solemnly. “You pissed off a lot of powerful people. They don’t care about who you are or how good your intentions—”

“They care about controlling you.” Jonah interjected. “The accords are the perfect example of that, and that’s why I had to piss them off.”

“You didn’t have to do anything.” Bucky growled at him.

“The UN ordered you shot on sight,” Jonah fired back, glaring at him, “that’s illegal and the exact opposite of what they’re supposed to be doing—”

“—Jonah had to rile them up, I told him to do so. Senate hearings are televised and public record, we needed it to have the highest ratings possible.” You added, “because, now, the senate hearing is going to turn into an International court case, where your charges will be presented before you and the court. Testimonials and all that jazz, basically the same bullshit that the Accords doesn’t afford you—”

“—which is illegal and violates a shit load of rights.” Jonah interrupted.

“From that moment forth, we present our case to the world.” You completed, eyes lingering a bit on Wanda for a moment longer.

“We’re gonna lose and go back to the raft.” She said, too sure of herself for your liking.

“The people won’t let us.” Bruce chuckled softly, shaking his head at you. The wheels were turning in his head and the pieces were finally fitting together perfectly. “That’s why you spent so much time on our public image, why you started an uproar in a senate hearing.”

Sam’s shoulders dropped at the realisation, the picture finally becoming clearer. “You’re evil.”

“I’m efficient.” You corrected, “and I don’t like losing. I don’t like it when good people are wronged, and I really hate the government enough to defame it.”

“The economy is gonna suffer, international relations are gon—” Bruce started, but you were not having any of it.

You scoffed. “The accords are a pretty way of saying slavery, so I don’t care.”

“Uh—” Bucky raised his hand slowly, “—call me old fashioned, but I’m really confused here.”

“We’re going to lose to the UN,” Wanda said, turning to face him, arms folded and face twisted in spite. “But she’s going to start a civil war within all nations, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it because people love us, and she made them think the government is evil.”

“You’re evil.” Clint mimicked Sam’s words. “You’re worse than the government.”

“Someone has to be.” You acknowledged, unashamed and unbothered.

You knew what the job description was when you signed up, and you knew the kind of soulless monster you were going to have to be when Pepper called. You left DC behind, a town of vultures, to defend people that weren’t accustomed to those vultures. It wasn’t just DC’s most elite politicians you were going against; it was the entire country; it was the entire world – nations with resources to the disposal that you couldn’t even begin to fathom. First world countries, with the means to make you disappear without a trace, second world countries with the power to make your death seem natural, third world countries that had lost far too much to care about moral code.

To win, your only weapon was to start a world war.

To succeed, your only strategy was to make the people fight it for you.

You weren’t dumb enough to think you could win against world nations. But you were smart enough to know where to hit for fatal damage.

“We’re about to face the world and call their leaders a bunch of criminals,” You finally said. “Clint, I had Happy fetch your wife and kids, they’ll be here in a few hours. Scott will be here as well, with his kid. The compound is the safest place they could be, right now. Until this is all over. Until—”

“—until they’re no longer at risk of being held, by the government, indefinitely.” Jonah added for you, “because we’re not idiots to think they’re safe in their own country. They can and they will be used against you.”

“You’re saying our government would arrest minors for crimes they didn’t commit?” Rhodes, for the first time since he sat in the room, spoke – disbelief cloaking his face.

“I’m saying they arrested Wanda, Clint, Scott and Sam for not signing a contract.” Jonah, a man you trusted with your very life, fired back without missing a beat. “Because that’s what this—” he waved the accords in the air, “—this sad excuse of a law that will never stand, is. A contract. Not a law that has been enforced, not an amendment, and definitely not legal. So, yes, I do strongly believe that a government capable of forcing an Army experiment, which resulted in the Abomination – the same government that violated Bruce Banner’s constitutional right; by illegally searching all his belongings without a warrant – is capable of arresting minors for shit they didn’t do.”

“He can tell you all about the rights and laws that the existence of the raft violates,” you said, “but that’s gonna require a shit load of coffee and a lot of ‘I told you so’s’ from Ol’ man Rogers. And that’s not something we’re all ready for.”

Wanda sat up quickly, gaining everyone’s attention. “Wait,” she examined you, something finally clicking in her head. “Those rights apply to Americans and I’m Sokovian."

You shrugged. “I pulled some strings—”

“—made an argument that you couldn’t be eligible for death penalty for treason, in this country, if you weren’t a citizen—” Jonah added.

“—because then that’s gonna be a whole international dispute, and you would be handed over to your own country for the trial—” You nodded.

“—and, man, do we hate not having blood for blood.” Jonah sighed, shaking his head. “I could name a couple of states that want your pretty little neck attached to the adios syringe—"

“—and no country is a fan of those international disputes. So—,” you pushed the green file, you had placed on the table, towards her. “—you became a citizen the moment I walked onto the compound.”

“Which makes you eligible for the same protection as everyone in this room.”

“Pure evil.” Rhodes gaped at you, completely awed.

“We can’t stop the Accords from happening, but we can sure as hell change it. From this day forward, you guys must do everything I tell you, word for word. You’re a team, what you do and how you act will affect all of us. I know what I’m doing, and I need you to trust that; trust that I can, and I will, get you through all of this. You don’t have to trust me, but you can rest easy knowing that I don’t start wars I can’t win.

“I may be evil,” you breathed, straightening your posture and making sure to look every one of them in eye. “But I’m the kind of evil you need, right now.”

There was pregnant pause, an eerie silence encompassing the entire room. “’Til the end of the line.” Bucky voiced softly, his ocean blues capturing yours in a gentleness you’ve never known.

“We’ve come this far,” Bruce said, nodding in agreement to Bucky’s declaration.

Sam shook his head. “We’re so screwed,” he whispered to Clint.

*

Pepper didn’t know your plan.

The whole thing was going to be hard enough as it was. You had arranged the empty rooms into guest bedrooms, Jarvis was rather helpful in that department, you had him direct the Avengers’ loved ones to their designated rooms. You made a list of things for Jarvis to inform them of – the basics of the compound and the PG rated reason they were there – and made sure to stock the place with every single necessity you could think, that they would need.

She would disapprove of it.

Asgard was already on standby, in the unlikely case that the Compound was compromised. You had asked their current leader, Valkyrie, for the assistance and she was more than ready to help. The Avengers were dear to Thor’s heart, so taking in their loved ones for protection was something Asgardians were more than happy to do.

She would hate you for it.

Wakanda was on standby for extraction as well. In the event that the Avengers would need an escape route, Nakia – a woman that was very pleased to know about your plan – had promised to help in any way possible. She, too, was not a fan of politicians imposing their agendas under the false pretence of enforcing the law.

“Woah, woah, woah—” Bucky gripped onto your arm, pulling you into a slow jog then a stop, “—slow down there, doll.”

You were struggling to catch your breath as you pulled your arm out of his grasp, wiping your forehead free of sweat with the sleeve of your shirt. You fanned your face, trying to find something to lean against, someplace to sit, somewhere to breathe. Because, damn it all to hell, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t think, and it was freaking you out.

“Y/N…” Bucky called out, gripping both of your shoulders and turning you to face him, “Y/N, come on, look at me.”

It’s too hot. Dammit, why is it so hot?

You tried to push him away, worming your way out of his hold, but that only succeeded in him tightened his grip.

Let go.

Molars grinding, hands fisted, you ducked out of what felt like an ironclad grip and backed away from him. You just needed to think, that’s why you went for a late afternoon jog alone, to think. The compound was too crowded; too many voices for you to focus, too many smells, too many distractions. Your room was no better, it was big enough to be a master bedroom, but it felt small – why did it feel so small?

When did it get so dark?

You tried sitting outside, thinking that fresh air would do the trick. But Bruce and Clint and Jonah were outside, talking about something… you were close enough to hear, you think you even made a comment… What were they talking about?

“Come on, sweetheart, look at m—hey, hey, I need you to look at me.”

Go away!

You just needed to think. You rubbed your throat, continuing down your path – it was your path, right? – and tried to swallow down the dryness. You must have been jogging for a while, it was getting difficult for you to see or focus on where you were going. You tried blinking, alternating between rubbing your eyes and your throat, hating that you didn’t bring a water bottle with you.

What were you missing?

“Y/N—”

Why was he still here?

You just needed a second. You just needed to look at things clearly, for his sake, for their sake. Just a second. That’s all you needed.

Safehouses were sorted, because you could never be too safe. Black folders were ready, because you could never trust the other team to play clean. Everyone’s loved ones were accounted for. So, what were you missing?

Think about Morgan.

That annoying little twinge snapped at you, in you, spreading across the left side of your chest. You didn’t even like children, so that shouldn’t even be a thought. It shouldn’t have been a thought coated in Pepper’s voice.

This is exactly why, you thought, this is exactly why I don’t mix work with friendship.

You stopped walking when you could no longer see where you were going, reaching out to find the nearest tree. You couldn’t even hear your own footsteps as you did that, you couldn’t hear anything except the loud thrumming in your ears.

There was something in the distance, some sort of movement maybe – couldn’t be sure, you chose to pass it off as nature and focused on catching your breath. Your muscles felt tense, you blamed it on the jog – because you’re a walker, not a jogger. Your lungs were aching and each gasp for air seemed to not be enough, every deep breath you tried to take felt like it was twisting your chest.

You felt something crawl up your arm, an unwelcome heat that you recoiled away from, moving away from whatever it is. You mind shouted spider and you didn’t hesitate to speed walk away from the pest, but it wouldn’t stop clinging to you, pulling at you, dragging you back with its callous clutch.

You went to flick it away with your other hand, dread settling into the pit of your stomach. “Get off me,” you couldn’t recognise your own voice, drenched in trepidation as your hand tried to swat away at the thick-skinned creature.

Another one gripped at your hand, pressing it to your chest as you began to heave in an unadulterated panic. The iron grip on your arm moved to your back, unconcerned by the fight you were putting, and you were forced into something hard.

“Shhh,” Bucky soothed, wrapping an arm around your writhing figure whilst moving his other to stroke your head, “it’s okay, just breathe.”

This wasn’t you. This couldn’t be you. His shark, his girl, his little darling, his sweetheart couldn’t be the one that tried to fight him off. You couldn’t be this shivering wreck in his arms. No… it couldn’t be you.

But it was you. He could tell it was you just by the sound of your footsteps, so he followed the sound through the trees until he found you, taking a path he knew you’d never been on before.

His shark was shaking in his arms; he could pick you out in a dark room by your smell alone, and your disorientated steps struck an intrusive feeling in him, the kind he’d felt after the snow.

His girl, in the dark and alone, too scared to even let him hold her. This couldn’t be the woman he fell in love with, could it?

“Focus on my voice, I know it’s difficult, but—” he took a breath as he tightened his grip, “—you just need to breathe. Okay? Breathe with me, doll, in and out, slowly—”

He felt you tense, felt as your thrashing turned to uncoordinated twitching, felt as you tried to focus on what he was telling you to do. It took a while before you could mimic his breathing, he didn’t blame you – figured you were just realising what was happening, and even then, your breathing was off.

“That’s it,” he praised, “that’s my girl. You’re doing so good, darling, just keep focusing on my voice—”

You could barely make out his voice, the cloud in your head was too much, but the quick thuds that were drumming against your hand – each one strong as the other – pierced through the disarray. You moved away your hand, having been placed there from your attempt to push him away, and pressed your forehead against the area, forcing yourself to focus on at least that.

This wasn’t you. This didn’t happen to you. But here you were, in Bucky’s arms, hating yourself for letting this happen.

One sense at a time, your own voice rang in your head, that’s how you’ll get back control.

You shut your eyes, tapping your finger to beat of his heart, choosing to focus on your sense of touch first – not that it was a choice. Your first instinct was supposed to be listening, but your disarrayed mind ignored his voice, and went straight for the feel of his heart against your hand. The muscle beating against his chest, something you couldn’t hear, was the only thing you were capable of recognizing in that moment.

The thrumming managed to soothe away the ache in your chest and your feet, the feel of something soft and damp pressing against the crown of your head repeatedly managed to help cool you down, all that was left was for the slight stinging on your throat to disappear – but water could fix that.

You can’t do it all at once, Stark. You remember telling Tony, his panic attack had rendered him speechless, the first of the few that had. Divide and conquer, just like I taught you.

He had listened, focused on your instructions as you helped pull him out of the deep, then pretended he had it all under control – that he could have managed just fine without your interference. You laughed, accustomed to his humour, knowing it was only a defence mechanism, then told him about how it wasn’t something to be ashamed of. You told him that it was a normal thing, a reasonable reaction, to the horrors he had seen. You told him, insisted, that it wasn’t something to be embarrassed about because it happened to the best of us.

You didn’t think you’d have to tell yourself that.

Best of us, never included you.

You were the one that got people through them; helped them cope, taught them the little techniques that they benefited from.

You never thought you would have to use them on yourself.

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Whatever It Takes

(Reader x Peter Paker- Hinted) 

caution: a few swear words. 

summary: follows the events of infinity war. the two best friends -reader and peter- gets involved with tony stark and doctor strange up in space. peter finds more about his childhood best friend. as reader reveals the secrets she/he/ they has kept from him. 

ps: sorry if there’s any wrong grammar or could have used a better word. i tried my best. 

words: 4.5k+

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The sound of speeding vehicles, drivers honking, and taxis’ yelling instead of moving into action sounds like home. Sounds like New York. You were born and raised in the city, but your parents sent you to a private school due to personal reasons. As your parents being respected lawyers in New York, they sure did have connections to a strict boarding school, where the teachers did nothing but push their students over the edge. The boarding school also had a history with expelling students they don’t like. In which, scared you a little, but you didn’t care too much. You are, as your best friends say, a badass. You listen to rock instead of pop. You wear combat boots or sneakers instead of heels. 

That’s also why Peter likes you. His feeling towards you isn’t how he feels about Liz. As he says, Liz is a crush. But, you don’t know that, ever since you started being friends with Peter, he also had a crush on you. Ned will always tease him behind your back and you will chuckle at how his cheeks will turn bright red when you turn around. And, you’ll see Ned trying to hide his laughter behind his hands. 

It’s been a few months since you’ve come back to New York and nothing has been the same in your family ever since. Back then, you’d always have enjoyable dinners with your parents despite their serious manner due to being a lawyer. However, ever since they sent you to that strict and horrible place filled with narcissistic mean girls, there’s tension. It was as if they weren’t the fun parents you grew up to know. They were just... parents. Plain and simple people that provides food, shelter, and your needs. That was it. 

As of now, you were seated next to Ned. His earphones plugged in as his nose scrunches as he giggles on what he’s watching. You buried yourself in the mystery novel you’re currently reading. You live for thrillers and mystery, considering you want to be a detective when you grow up. Then, again, you’re parents wants you to be a lawyer like them. You fought and argued yourself out of that situation. At the end of the day, they still are giving you tips on being a lawyer, giving you lessons, books, etc. 

Peter is behind you, scrolling through his broken phone. His hands were resting near your perfectly brushed hair. Like at home, your friendship with Peter is also awkward. Everything is normal but, at the same time, something feels different. To not see him for a long time breaks your heart. The worst part? You didn’t say goodbye. You only got to say goodbye to Ned since Peter wasn’t at school the day you were leaving. You knew where he was, you just didn’t want to bother him. He was out in the city, doing backflips and saving people in need. You know his secret, having to catch him red-handed one night sneaking into his bedroom when he’s almost late for his curfew. 

You told him you were going to stop by his house to do a project for English class. Aunt May let you in because, obviously, she doesn’t have a clue on where he is. She was preparing to cook so you went to Peter’s room and read. The sun just went down when the window creaked, making you almost jump. You hid on the corner of Peter’s bed, under the top bunk. You watched with confusion as a person in a red jumpsuit crawls on the ceiling. You recognized the suit. It’s Spider-man! You were, at first, astonished by the city’s hero himself. Afterward, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What was Spider-man doing in Peter’s bedroom? You watched with your own eyes. From him crawling on the ceiling to sneakily closing the door with his spiderweb. And, which surprised you, gasps for air as he takes off his mask. From that day, you swore to Peter you’d never tell anyone about his deep and big secret.  

Well, not until Ned did the same and found out his secret too. 

Everything was peaceful until you hear Peter turn around, almost scratching the leather seat. You tilted your head to see, only to get a glimpse of Peter’s goosebumps and a flying doughnut with smoke destroying the city. His hands rummaged for Ned’s face and said, “I need you to cause a distraction,” with all the superhero panic. You stood up, went to Peter’s seat to let Ned cause a distraction. You already know the protocol. 

“We’re all going to die!” Ned screams out of his seat, causing the students in the bus to open their windows and watch the unknown spaceship invading their city. The bus now murmured in terror or shocked. As you can see from your fellow classmates, they were only paying attention to the distant spaceship. You also saw Peter grab his backpack and turned to you before proceeding to the emergency window. 

“I’ll be back,” he said, feeling his spidey senses tingling even more. He was about to put on his mask when you stopped him. You grasp his wrist before he leaves. 

“Can I come?” you asked. Peter seemed troubled. He didn’t want you, or Ned, to be anywhere that flying doughnut. Also, he was confused about why you wanted to go. It’s not like you have something to help fight the alien spaceship. 

“Why? (Y/N), I can’t risk you getting near that thing, okay?” his eyes showed pure concern and worry. “You’re not going and you’re staying here.” With his command, he flew out of the bus with his mask on. This angered you, but you know the consequences. You don’t have anything to protect yourself like Spider-man. You didn’t have powers to be a hero. But, not all heroes have powers. Just like not all heroes wear capes. 

Just as Peter didn’t take you with him, he went to the city as fast as he multi-task into changing into his suit. He saw it with his own eyes. The city dangered: few people hiding in the shops, things flying due to a high-speed wind from the spaceship, and Mr. Stark about to get hit by a gigantic and tall alien. The alien looked like the Hulk, but he was nowhere in a good intention to save the city. He was there to destroy it. 

Thwip! Peter entered the scene as he slides underneath the megalithic weapon and preventing it from destroying Tony Stark. “Hey, man,” Peter yells rather gleefully to the Hulk-like alien. He took a glimpse back at his mentor. “Hey, Mr. Stark!” 

Tony sat up and asks, “Kid, where’d you come from?” His voice was shaken and stirred. 

“Field trip to MoMA-” just like that, Peter was thrown mid-conversation to the splashing water fountain. He walked it off and swings back to the fight. 

“What is this guy problem, Mr. Stark?”

Tony lasers the alien with his nanotechnology. “He’s from Space. He came here

to steal a necklace from a wizard.”

Peter jumps behind the alien but gets stuck in between its weapon. “Oh yeah?” but instantly gets thrown again. The alien throws him as Tony lasers him through his hand repulsors. The alien has a shield blocking him and, on his other hand, has half of a taxi ready to throw at the flying Tony. Tony misses and Peter takes the flying taxi then throws it at the alien, which made the alien plopped to the ground. Tony was, once again, on the grass and the alien took an attempt to crush him. The genius philanthropist makes a shield and sees the wizard plastered on a flying brick wall like a clock or a painting. 

“Kid, that’s the wizard. Get on it!” he says, still holding the shield from the alien. 

“On it!” says Peter, following the floating alien and the wizard. He follows the unknown alien and, as he was closer, a billboard comes flying to his face, making him fall to the road. “Not cool,” he says to himself. 

The red cape of the wizards comes flying out of the wizard’s unconscious body. The gray alien struggles to catch it, which was a great endeavor to save the wizard. Peter almost saved the wizard but a blue light comes down and sucks the wizard up into the spaceship. He shoots a web to a street lamp post, fighting the heavy pull of the spaceship. Peter’s muscles were flexed, he feels his veins almost getting ripped off. Despite the effort, the wizard and Peter are sucked into the flying spaceship. “Uh, Mr. Stark? I’m being beamed up.” 

“Hang on, kid!” Panic rushed through Peter’s mind. All the years of being a hero, saving people, it’s been a tough life. Peter dreads in panic sometimes when he’s getting almost killed or, in this case, getting beamed up. Fortunately, one of the things that gets Peter’s panic out of the way is luck. 

You flip into the light, having no sense around the fact that you’re getting beamed up too. You try to freeze the entrance, but the force was too powerful. A muffled grunt escapes your mouth. “Dad?” you said, “I’m also getting beamed up.” You were shaking. You’ve been to missions before yet those were just simple ones. Those missions didn’t have anything alien in them since you weren’t allowed to go to those missions. You’re father forbid you to. 

On Tony’s screen, there are two dots blinking. The two dots show yours and Peter’s location. To his confusion, Tony asks, “(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” As a father, he cares about your safety and where you are, which is why he doesn’t allow you to participate in any of the dangerous missions. 

“I just want to be sucked up to an alien spaceship,” you scoff, “Obviously, I’m trying to save Peter’s ass!” 

“Now is not the right time to be sarcastic with me, (Y/N)!”

The spaceship is now on the sky, far away from the part of the city they just destroyed. You try and catch up with the spaceship, traveling up to Space in a hurry. You see Peter crawling on the side of the ship, breathing for air. You look down, Tony Stark flying up to you. 

“Peter, let go. I’m going to catch you, okay?” you called to him, knowing he doesn’t have a clue who’s behind the other iron suit. “Pete, you’re running out of air. You’re way too high up!” You watch your poor best friend gasp for air, his chocolate hair flying with the wind. 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “That makes sense.” His body starts to fall and his eyes closed shut. This was a fear of yours. Like your father, you are afraid of either of your best friend’s deaths while you could’ve saved them. You’ve dreamt about it, had nightmares that kept you awake at night. You were like your dad when you were younger. Then, as you adjusted and grew mature, having to experience even just a little of the missions is a terrifying fear. 

“ALEXA, open Mark 15.” ALEXA is the AI you created. When there was a new technology for the world to open people’s blinds or take a view of their front porch camera, you turned the system of the Amazon Alexa into something much cooler. Amazon wasn’t too far behind into creating the whole system into an AI. 

A seemingly looking box comes straight out of the side building of the Avengers Tower upstate. You added extra blast when you were creating it. You actually named it ‘Mark 15’ because you originally planned it as Peter’s birthday gift when he turns 15. Now might have been a good time to bring the suit, much better than what your father created for Peter. Well, as you allow yourself to tease the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist about it. 

The box, flying like a hawk, saves the falling boy and forms the suit smoothly- just as you planned it. Peter abruptly stands up from his previous state and stands proudly. “It smells like a new car in here!” Peter compliments, just like you expected. You and Tony float just near the entrance of the spaceship. 

“Happy trails, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home,” commands Tony as you were about to inform him that he doesn’t have control on the suit you created. Then, you were stopped when a parachute was formed and turned Peter like a helpless balloon. 

“Dad!” you argued. The mask covering your face went back, just like the new Iron Suit. “Since when did you toyed with my creations?” 

Tony took off his mask, too. “And, since when did you toyed with my creations? Last time I checked, that suit you’re wearing is a prototype.” Tony heated his laser and used it to cut a piece to enter. “You, missy, is going to go home and stay with Pep. Tell her that I’m going to be fine. Also, I already told your fake lawyer parents that you’re with me.” 

“No, Dad. I’m not going back home. I’m staying here with you and fight this. Whatever it takes.” 

“Nope, you’re not, (Y/N). End of discussion.” He says, entering the ship. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, send her home.” Just like Peter, a parachute formed behind your back and flew you away from your father. You couldn’t argue even if you wanted to. You resisted the urge because you know that, despite how much you put into arguing, he will always win. 

No. Matter. What.

Although, since when did children wasn’t so stubborn? 

You activated your claw protocol and stick the pointy nails onto the spaceship before you fly home. You take off the parachute and breathed for air, not having enough air inside of the electronic mask. You sneaked into the spaceship, somewhere your father can’t see that you were in there. You know for a fact he’ll freak out and scold you for not listening to him. By now, your father should have learned that you don’t listen to anyone but your mother. Everyone listens to Pepper. Even the most stubborn ones. Ever since you were born, you’ve basically treated Pepper like your mother, right before her and your father got married. They were married before you left for ‘boarding school’. You didn’t tell anyone, not even Peter nor Ned, about where you went. You planned to tell your loyal friends, but you couldn’t. Safety wise. 

Once you were inside the spaceship, you are hiding behind a pile of items that were stacked up like a mountain. You first see the wizard and the gray alien talking. The gray alien is using his powers to slowly give the wizard pain. You hear ALEXA beep, identifying an incoming call. It was Pepper with her contact name as ‘Mama Pep’. You huffed and ignored it, realizing you shouldn’t have done that. You didn’t want her to worry about you being on the ship, in mind that she’s already is worried. You then see Peter and your father talking. Your father looks a bit mad, considering he told Peter to go home. You sneakily walked up to the stairs and into the mini balcony with the overviewing view of the gray alien and the wizard. You eavesdropped but kept an eye on the wizard, as well. 

“You should not be here,” Tony points with his index finger. Weirdly enough, a floating red cape beside him. 

“I was gonna go home-” Peter starts. 

“I don’t wanna hear it.” 

“-But, it was just a long way down and I just thought about you-”

“And, now I gotta hear it.” 

“-And, I kind of got stuck on the side of the ship, and this suit is… ridiculously intuitive, by the way. So, if anything it’s kind of your fault that I’m here.” You quietly giggled on the corner of how adorable he is, rambling about how intriguing his new suit is. It’s also quite charming he likes the suit you created for him. And, that he thinks your father created it, which you rolled your eyes at. 

“What did you just say?” Tony turns to him as did the red cape. It seems like it can move and react like a person. 

“I take that back,” Peter defended himself, “ And, now I’m here in Space.” 

“Yeah,” Tony took a step forward, “Right where I didn’t want you to be. This isn’t Coney Island. This isn’t a field trip. It’s a one-way ticket, you hear me? Don’t pretend like you’ve thought this through. You could not have possibly thought this through.” 

“No, I did think this through.”

“You could not have possibly thought this through,” Tony repeated. 

“You can’t be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there’s no neighborhood.” Peter pauses for a moment. “Okay, that doesn’t really make sense, but you know what I’m trying to say.” 

Tony pauses, accepting he can’t do anything to bring Peter home or do anything about this additional situation. Not until he got another additional situation. 

“Also, who was that other iron suit that tried to save me earlier?” Peter asks. 

“Classified information for you, kid. You don’t need to know that.” 

“Actually,” you stepped out of the hidden corner, “he does.” Your mask is off, revealing your rumpled hair and your flushed face, mentally preparing to get scolded by your real father. 

“(Y/N)?” Peter exclaims, “What are you doing here? I told you to stay down on the bus.” His eyes landed immediately on your suit. “Also, what are you doing with this suit?” His eyes screamed worry and excitement. 

“A lot to explain, Pete,” you sigh,” but later. We have a mission to do.” Just as Peter steps out of your way, you have another person in line who needed to talk to you. “Hey, Dad,” you mumbled. You got a glimpse of Peter, whose eyes are wide like he’s seen a ghost. In disbelief, Peter’s mouth shaped into an ‘o’ for a few moments. Ever since kindergarten, he believed your parents are just strict and worshiped lawyers. He was, though, puzzled about how crazy rich your family is. He didn’t care whether you’re rich or, like him, plain, simple New Yorker. Regardless, everything makes sense, now. Tony Stark is your father!

“Dad?” Peter stumble upon his words, “What- why- how?”

You cocked your head towards him, “I told you. A lot to explain, but we’re saving that for later.” 

“(Y/N), what on Earth are you doing here?” You now see something you’ve been seeing ever since you were a little girl. A mischievous little girl underneath the act of innocence. “I sent you home!” 

“Like Peter, I was gonna go home,” you physically used your arms to explain. “But, unlike Peter, since when did I ever listen?” You scoff, a normal protocol of the Stark family arguing. 

Tony sighs, also knowing he can’t do anything about this situation. “Your stubbornness will have consequences, (Y/N)! I thought Pep already talked to you about this, and you always listen to your mother, don’t you?” 

“As you said, Dad, I’m stubborn! I can’t change it! It’s in my genes, my blood.” 

Tony seemed done with your behavior. Again, quite normal. “Okay, we’ll talk about this later,” he turns to the wizard and the gray alien, “Come on, we got a situation.” Peter crouches to the sufferable torture happening as you stood beside your father. You thought about a plan until a brilliant one popped up in your head. 

“Okay, Dad, Pete,” you huddled the two men to your side, “You ever this really old movie Aliens?”  Peter’s expression lights up. 

He snaps his fingers and points them to you. “Exactly what I was thinking! Same minds think alike.” He reaches his hands to you for a high-five. You accepted it with a wide smile on your face. You feel normal again. Peter and (Y/N), a comedic duo pops in your head. Ned has always teased the two of you about it then you’d return it as Ned and Peter, the more comedic duo. Friends, you’ve missed them. 

You and Peter explains the plan as the gray alien adds another glass needle to the wizard. “Painful, are they?” says the alien with its deep voice. “They were originally designed for microsurgery. And any one of them-” Tony lands behind the gray alien, his hand repulsors ready to open fire. “-could end your friend’s life.”

“I gotta tell you, he’s not really my friend. Saving his life is more of a professional courtesy.” The gray alien slowly walks towards Tony, summoning metal objects behind him. 

“You’ve saved nothing. Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.” Ego, you thought behind a corner as Peter is hiding on the other side, What’s up with villains having their ego boost when they know they’re about to get their ass beat?

“Yeah, but the kids seen more movies.” Tony shoots a rocket on the side of the ship via his shoulders. From the alien’s right side, everything is being sucked out with depressurization. The alien gets sucked out of the spaceship along with his metal objects. The red cape attempts to save its master but failed. Peter shoots a web, but it breaks. He shoots one again, almost getting sucked in with the alien. 

“Yes!” he exclaims. Spider legs are formed from his sides. “Wait, what are those?” Peter leaps back into the spaceship while intact with the wizard and his red cape. You stepped in and freezes the hole with nanine to close it. Just like you all agreed on. Tony breaks, Peter saves, and you freeze. Everything went smoothly accordingly to plan. Peter lands on the ground and finds the red cape next to him. “Hey, we haven’t officially met,” he offers a handshake to the cape, which made you chuckle. The cape declines and proceeds to the wizard’s back. “Cool.” 

“We gotta turn this ship around,” the wizard suggests. 

“Yeah, now, he wants to run,” Tony claps back. 

“No, I want to protect the stone,” the wizard argues. Tony walks towards the viewport, the big window. 

Irritated, Tony says, “And, I want you to thank me, now. Go ahead, I’m listening.” 

“For what? Nearly blasting me off to space?” 

“Who just saved your magical ass? Me.”

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet.” 

“Admit it. You should have ducked out when I told you to. I tried to bench you. You refused.” 

“Unlike everyone else in your life, I don’t work for you.”

“And, due to that fact, we’re now in a flying doughnut- billions of miles away from Earth- with no backup.” 

Just like that, you and Peter joined the argument by saying, “I’m back up,” simultaneously. 

Tony turns to the two teenagers. “No, you’re both stowaways.” He waves a finger between himself and the wizard. “The adults are talking.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationships here. Wh-what are they, your wards?” the wizard says.

“No,” Peter stretches his hands for a handshake, “I’m Peter, by the way.” 

“Doctor Strange.”

Peter backed up a step and lowers his hand, “Oh, we’re using our made-up names. Um, I’m Spider-Man, then.” Doctor Stranger turns to you, raising his eyebrows. 

“I’m his daughter,” you point to Tony, maintaining his silence through the whole introduction. “(Y/N).” 

“This ship is self-correcting its course. Thing’s an autopilot,” Tony informs, looking at the system. Doctor Strange walks closer to him.

“Can we control it? Fly us home?” For a second, Tony didn’t respond. His mind went straight to memory lane, the memory where he’s been remembering for years. The time where he went up to Space, placing a missile before the portal closes. The one memory that gives him trauma, anxiety attacks, keeps him awake late at night. “Stark?” 

You noticed this. You’ve been worried about your father ever since he came back home that day. His face was flushed. You were there, too. When he experienced his first nightmare. His first flashback. “Dad? You okay?” 

“Yeah? Yeah.” 

“Can you get us home?” Doctor Strange asks. 

“Yeah, I’m just thinking. I’m not so sure we should.” 

“Under no circumstances can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos. I don’t think you quite understand what’s the stake here.” Tony steps near Doctor Strange.

“No,” he starts, “It’s you who don’t understand, that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he went and sent that army to New York and now, he’s back! And, I don’t know what to do. So, I’m not so sure if it’s a better plan to fight him in our own turf or his but you saw what they did, what they can do. At least, on his turf, he’s not expecting it. So I say, we take the fight to him. Doctor, do you concur?” 

Doctor Strange pauses. “Alright, Stark. We go to him. But, you have to understand, if it comes to saving you or the kids or the Time Stone, I will not hesitate into letting either of you people die. I can’t because the fate of the universe depends on it.” 

“Nice. Good. Moral compass. We’re straight.” Tony steps over Peter, formally tapping both of Peter’s shoulders with the edge of his hands. “Alright, kid. You’re an Avenger, now.” Tony walks away with Peter in disbelief of what his mentor just said. But, then, stands proud with his pride and determination. You were only a few meters away from the ‘pledge’. Overwhelming happiness flows through you. You remembered how Peter would always talk about how he’s going to do the legendary superheroes proud if he becomes an Avenger. 

You walk up to Peter, your nose scrunching from the bright smile you’re giving. You leaped to hug him. “Congrats!” you quietly squeal. You hear Peter return the smile. It’s been like this ever since your friendship with Peter started. When Peter won his first Science Fair, ended up getting a little mad at him since you placed second as he placed first. It didn’t matter to you that one of your best friends is the competition. You just want them happy, even if you can’t give some to you. 

When Peter let go, he requested an explanation. “Hey, this might be a good time to explain why Tony Stark is your father and why you’ve been hiding this from me and Ned.” You paused, contemplating if this is the right time; which isn’t, since you’re stuck in Space with your father, Peter, and a wizard. “Please?” He gave those manipulative puppy eyes. You couldn’t hold back to those chocolate eyes that twinkle, which makes your heart flutter. 

“Okay,” you sigh, “Fine.” You and Peter sit down on the corner, your legs both crossed. “Okay, where do you want to start?” 

“The start. The beginning of it all.” 

“Which is?” 

“Why’d you lie about being the daughter of Tony Stark when you know you could trust me?” 

“Get cozy, children, we might have time to spare. According to the location, this ship is going to Titan,” Tony advised, his back turned from the children, back at the viewpoint with Doctor Strange. 

“Okay, Sherlocks,” you say and returning to the starting conversation. “So…”

                                           ~To be continued~

                                    (PART TWO COMING SOON)

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Escape from Valhalla

Pairing: Thor x reader, Platonic!Loki x reader

Warning: Sad Thor, anxious Thor, grief, Endgame :(

A/N: Okay, first request is now posted. I have a lot to go through, so please wait until yours is written! I promise I will, it’s just taking me some time. <3

Request: Can you write about Thor bringing the readers back from the dead? With a lot of angst and A LOT of fluff.

Ps. In this story, the reader took Natasha’s place in Endgame, and threw herself off the cliff. She didn’t snap, that was Tony. Hope that’s cleared up.

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It had not been very long ago that you laid down your life to give the Avengers a chance to save the universe. And they did, thank heavens- but while the whole universe won, Thor and Pepper Potts lost.

While every species in the cosmos celebrated for the return of their loved ones, Thor stayed up all night, pillow soaked in tears. He started conversing a lot with Pepper, to try to grieve and move on.

He cursed himself and the world, his face darkening every day as he woke up to an empty bed. He survived the 5 years after Thanos’ snap because you were there, but what would he do now that you were gone?

The concern was evident in the remaining Avengers’ faces every time they passed by Thor, who visits the Avengers Compound daily to just stand at your grave.

Wanda had once used her powers to an extent where Thor wouldn’t notice, just to get a hint of what he might be feeling. She couldn’t stop shaking and the tears from flowing out for about 2 hours after that incident.

Bruce was very worried for Thor, afraid that he might go through the same thing he did when he was in Sakarr. Natasha, being your past best friend was mourning too, but once Bruce brought it up, she also started to become more and more worried for Thor as time went on.

But every time they’d go up and talk to Thor about it, he would gently push them away, completely in denial of your death. Firmly believing that there was a possibility that he could have you back.

Thor has counciled with any magician, sorcceror that he could contact. But almost all of them shook their heads no, that it was impossible for you to come back.

But there was one sorcceror that could maybe grant his wish. He found himself at the doorstep of a fancy gold-themed penthouse in New Asgard, home to the greatest wizard to ever exist. He was even a god.

The God didn’t shake his head yes or no, he just flashed Thor an understanding smile and accepted the challenge.

That someone was none other than Thor’s brother, Loki. Yes, Loki was still alive and well, thanks to the Hulk’s snap bringing him back to life. Which, that is, was made possible because of your sacrifice. Loki also took a liking to you when Thor had brought you to Asgard all those years ago. You two were quite the odd duo, but you made it work.

“Brother, I assure you. She will be back.” Loki’s smile was genuine, having seen the pain Thor has been in for the past few months.

“I hope you’re right about this, Loki.” Thor’s haze fell to the marble floor of Loki’s living room, reminding him of your room’s white and blue marble wallpaper.

Oh, how you’d always say that the thunder-like cracks of blue calmed you when Thor was off to missions.

“Don’t worry. Leave this to me.” Loki stood up and pulled Thor into another room where he practices his wizardry, decorations much like the sanctum Doctor Strange spends his time in.

“The procedure is quite simple, but only Asgardian sorccerors are able to do this.” Loki explained as he flipped through some of his books, all written in old runes.

“Of course, I wasn’t born a sorcerer so I had to learn from our mother...” Thor felt his heart swell from Loki calling Frigga his mother.

Taking no notice of the relaxation in Thor’s face, Loki continued. “I must conjure enough dark energy so I could bring her soul back from Valhalla... or Hel, depending on where she is.” Loki joked playfully, but he was certain that you were in Valhalla.

“She gave her life for the universe. Of course she is-“ Thor couldn’t finish his argument as when he turned back to where Loki was supposed to be, he was already gone. Silver mist-like matter floating in the air like an aurora.

It might have been hours. Days. If not weeks since Loki had disappeared on Thor. He looked to a ticking golden clock near by, and it told him that only 3 minutes had passed since Loki had gone.

Oh.

He made himself sit down on a swivel chair as he was about to hyperventilate and pass out, nervous and petrified for his love.

He stared at the wooden flooring, listening to his own loud and rapid heartbeat. Just when he was about to stand up to get a drink, the atmosphere in the middle of the air literally split in two, opening up a silvery hole where Loki and you both got thrown out of.

Thor abruptly stood up, watching wide-eyed at you, alive, breathing, squirming on one of Loki’s carpets. The silver portal-like rip closed immediately, the air going back to usual.

His eyes started watering again, and he didn’t even think before he crashed into you, sending the both of you down on the ground again.

You were beyond confused as to what happened, you were in heaven, then Loki came... fought with the angels, then grabbed you and escaped...

Escaped! That’s what you did.

You suddenly came to a realization that you were back. You were alive again, and the love of your life was clinging onto you for dear life, crying into your chest.

“Thor...” You took his shoulder and sat up, your eyes meeting his lightening-blues as you traced every facial feature he had in astonishment.

“My dove. My dove, I missed you so much.” Thor’s eyes were puffier than you remembered, his hair and beard clearly not regularly maintained. Your eyes started to tear, imagining what he must’ve been going through.

You choked out a sob as your fingers trailed over his cheeks, wiping away his tears. He stared at you, shocked, amazed, thankful, just drinking in every inch of you as if you’d disappear if he blinked.

After a longing stare, his lips crashed into yours, you missed the softness and the love you’d feel from him every time. Your lips danced together in sync, expressing feelings that couldn’t be put into words. You took him in hungrily, making up for all the lost time. His arms held your back protectively, holding you up as he continued to devour you.

Loki watched the two with disgust on his face, but deep inside he celebrated for his brother. Loki knew how much he’s lost, and this was the very least he could do.

After a good while of the reunion between you and Thor, you stood up to look up at Loki. Boy, were the Asgardians tall.

“Loki.” You breathed, gratitude evident in your teary-eyes.

“Y/N, darling.” Loki opened his arms, you immediately jumping in. “My idiot of a brother missed you very much. As did I.” He chuckled as he hugged you.

“Thank you both. I’m back.”

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Hulk is a Dad

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Daughter!Reader

Requested: yes

Summary: (as requested, at least I tried to)  Hi can I make a request for a Bruce Banner daughter reader where she’s like 16 and he didn’t know that she existed and then they meet and she is exactly like him. And maybe Bruce is scared to be a father at first so he’s distant and he doesn’t trust himself until he talks with tony and she thinks it’s because he doesn’t like her but then they talk and have a bonding moment? Thank you, sorry if this is too long

Author’s note: I hope you like this. It was the cutest request I have ever gotten Feel free to tell me what you think! Also requests are still open so inbox me! :)

PS I love the likes and reblogs but feedback is more than welcomed, so please leave a comment.

“You need to find your father. Promise me you will find him” (Y/N)’s mother whispered to her, trying to breathe properly. Those were her last words before she let out her last breath.

After months of mourning and searching for her father, she finally found him. Her dad was part of the Avengers and a scientist that she had read about. She loved reading about physics and she dreamt about becoming a scientist herself one day.

She wasn’t sure how to approach him. Just knock on his door one day? This didn’t seem right. So she sent him a letter, explaining who she was and asking him if he wanted to meet her, leaving her phone number at the end of the letter.

Days passed by and there was nothing, no reply, no phone call. Nothing. (Y/N) started to worry, feeling the loss of the parenting figures more than before. He probably doesn’t want to know me. His life will get ruined because of me. She kept thinking but her thoughts were interrupted by the ring of her cell phone.

Unknown Number.

Her heart stopped beating for a second and her palms started sweating. “Hello?” she asked quietly, her voice was shaking.

“Is this (Y/N)?” a hesitant voice replied to her.

“Yes, who is this?” she asked in the same tone.

“I’m Bruce. Bruce Banner”.

Few weeks passed by since the moment the two of them met. (Y/N) was really excited with her dad. She loved spending time with him, especially in the lab. But the times he would let her stay with him were not many.

One day he was working at the lab and (Y/N) managed to let her stay. “Don’t touch that please” he says calmly when he sees her grabbing a small gadget and studying it curiously.

“Sorry” she mumbled, not wanting to upset him. “I was thinking” she said after a while “maybe I could move in with you now” she said hesitantly.

The screwdriver Bruce was holding slipped down. He was surprised, he didn’t know what to say. He could manage being a father few hours in the day, but being a full time dad, he didn’t believe he could do that.

(Y/N)’s eyes started watering when he didn’t reply. “Forget I asked” she said and left the room quickly.

Bruce was pacing around the room for the last hour. He was mad at himself for upsetting his daughter. That’s how Tony found him, pacing back and forth and rubbing his forehead nervously.

“Hulk problems?” he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Don’t talk about him” Bruce replied and Tony put his hands up in surrender.

“By the way, I saw (Y/N) running off crying. What happened?”

Bruce sighed and his heart shuttered at the image of his daughter crying. He didn’t know her that well, but she had grown into him and he was secretly proud to have a child like her. “She asked me to move in with me”.

“That’s great!” Tony said excited.

“No, Tony. It’s not. How am I supposed to take care of her? What does a kid need? What if I turn into Hulk one day and I hurt her? How am I supposed to -” he stopped trying to take a breath feeling his self stressing out.

“Easy” Tony warned “Take a breath and listen to me, okay? The poor girl needs you. Think about what’s best for her and boom you got it, best parent ever!” Bruce rolled his eyes at him “Bruce, I have seen how much she looks up to you. She will appreciate you trying to be her dad”.

The next day Bruce invited (Y/N) over at his house to watch a movie together and have dinner. He wasn’t sure what movie to pick, so he bought a bunch of them for (Y/N) to decide.

“Why did you invite me over?” (Y/N) asked the moment she arrived.

“I - uh” Bruce rubbed his neck “I wanted you to see what your new home will be like”.

“For real?” she asked excited and looked around at the house. Bruce nodded a yes at her.

“I thought you didn’t like me” she said playing with her finger.

“What? No. Of course not! I am really proud to have you as my daughter, your mother did a great job” he said smiling at the memory of the woman he once loved.

(Y/N) hugged him tightly and felt happy for the first time in a while. “I’m so excited to start a new life with you, dad!” she muttered and Bruce hugged her back. A warm feeling filling him at the sound of the word ‘dad’.

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[plus-size-reader]

Calm

Bruce Banner x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1136 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is Bruce’s counterpart, who has this incredible ability to keep him calm and happy no matter what. 

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Bruce Banner was quite possibly the most mild mannered man you had ever had the privilege of meeting and in that way, you two were very similar. 

You knew there was a beast hiding just beneath the surface but that never bothered you before-even though it bothered him more and more every single day. 

All he could think about was hurting you and while he worried about what would inevitably happen if he did lose control, it was hard to do with you smiling at him.

You weren't powerful or skilled in any particular way that would have qualified you for an avengers position but as far as Fury was concerned, it was best for everyone if you went where Bruce went.

Over the years they had realized that you were some sort of buffer for Bruce, he loved you so much that no more than a look from you could ease him off of the edge and even if he somehow did get out of control, the other guy was just as fond of you as the doctor was. 

In fact, the odd attraction the beast felt for you was something that most people thought may have been your superpower, they had no idea how in the world you could do it.

You yourself didn't even understand how it was possible, after all-what in the world was so special about you that had some sort of lull to the monster. 

You entertained the idea that it had something to do with the feelings Bruce had for you but you had no idea what in the world it was to be completely honest. 

That was the only reason you were on the airship this second, because Fury knew that you were their only hope of entertaining Bruce without incident.

You smiled, taking a step closer to Bruce as you stared down at the large engine of the airship, zooming to life with a whirling boom that filled the air. 

"This is incredible" you gasp, searching for his hand at your side without even looking away from the scene unfolding around you. "This is going to be awful" he replies, making your eyes snap up to meet his own finally 

"Don't say that, it will be fine" you assure, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in his own  "We'll go with that" he chimes, doing his best to stay positive through his sardonic humor.

As skeptical as Bruce was that it was going to work, he couldn't bring himself to actually admit that to you, he couldn't ever bear the thought of doing something to take that bright smile from your face, even if he thought it was going to end badly. 

"Why is it you refuse to enjoy this with me?" you tease, already knowing the answer well enough that you didn't actually need him to tell you. 

You knew how afraid he was of hurting people, you could see it in his face but still he tried his best, for you.

Having already gotten in contact with Agent Coulson prior to showing up had proven to be the best decision you had made so far, you had decided to take as much of the stress onto yourself as possible as a way of keeping Bruce as calm as you could. 

You had the upmost faith in him and all you really wanted for him to do was enjoy himself for once. "Lets go check out your lab" you grin, leading him inside the airship and down the hall you had already checked out previously. 

You saw the way people watched both you and Banner as you passed but it didn't bother you, you had gotten over people's judgement a long time ago.

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he watched you excitedly clamor down the small hall, that was quite possibly his favorite thing about you-you had this zest for life that made him feel alive in turn, he loved it.

"You really did set this up didn't you?" he teases, trying his best to keep up with you although he admittedly struggled. 

"Of course, I just want you to have a great time" you smile, swinging the door to the lab open finding Tony Stark hidden behind it.

The man didn't even seem phased by your appearance, after all, he had been waiting for the doctor to show up all morning "Hi, I'm Y/N, this is Bruce" you introduce, nudging your male counterpart with your hip in an effort to encourage his more social nature. 

Bruce extended a friendly hand to the man and already you could tell this was a match made in heaven. 

Science had always somewhat interested you but never to the extent that these two were currently displaying so it wasn't long before you were bored out of your mind.

You shimmied along the wall behind the teched out counter and wrapped your arms around Bruce's middle, hugging him from behind and leaning your chin against his shoulder. 

Bruce only chuckled at your actions, you had a tendency to get needy around the same time as you got bored so he wasn't at all startled by this. "I'm gonna go get a snack, are you hungry?" you wonder, playing with his fingers as you waited for his response 

"I don't know" he answers, turning his eyes back to the screen ahead of him.

You were used to the decided indecisiveness of the man you loved so much and turned to Tony instead "What about you, Mr. Stark? can I get you anything?" you question, still leaning your whole body weight against your boyfriend's broad shoulders 

"Coffee, coffee would be fantastic right now" he replies, not even tearing his eyes way from the screen 

"Done and done" you assure, heading off toward the door after placing a gentle kiss on Bruce's cheek. You hadn't made it even a foot from the door when you heard a familiar voice call out to you 

"Hey Y/N" Bruce's voice calls out to you, forcing you to turn on your heels almost in succession with his words.

"I love you" he calls, adjusting his glasses in quite possibly the cutest way you had ever seen in your entire life 

"I love you too Doc, now go find that cube" you urge, giving him a gentle peck on the lips before hurrying off in the direction of the kitchen, which you didn't exactly know the location of but you were sure you could find it after a little bit of searching. 

Sure, Bruce had his flaws, but so did you and so did everyone else, it didn't matter at all what happened to him, or what he did-you would be there for him until the end of your days, that was something you were sure of.

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