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[bohemian-napsodyy]

Somebody Else is All You Need

Request: Hi! Could I request some rami x reader fabulousness? Not gonna lie I kinda want it to be angsty but if you don’t wanna do that, it’s fine. You can do whatever you want (I just really want angst right now) love your writing :) xx -- requested by @lara-ludbey

Read part two here!

Word Count: 3.5k hooooo boyyy 

Warnings: mentions of social anxiety at a party -- there’s also quite a few heavy feelings (anger and loneliness for the most part) in this one, so please be aware of that as you’re reading if you’re on the sensitive side. 💜

A/N: sorry folks, i got super, super carried away with a backstory i really hope i don’t lose you before the end

also when i said i thrive on angst...

i wasn’t lying so please make sure your seatbelts are strapped tight before the flight thank you

You referred to Bohemian Rhapsody as both a blessing and a curse.

More specifically, it was a blessing for Rami. But a curse for you.

You knew fully well when you started dating that the both of you would have to make the distance work somehow, when Rami flew off to another state or even another country for months at a time to film.

You made sure to Skype each other at least once every other day while Rami was away filming. Sometimes you’d stay up till three or four in the morning talking about everything and nothing, while other times both of you would fall asleep until someone woke up briefly and noticed the video call was still going.

It was really hard sometimes, going to sleep with nothing but an empty space beside you. You managed — you might have been practically counting the hours until Rami came home most of the time — but you managed.

The events of Bohemian Rhapsody, however, proved to be a twist in your tale.

You texted Rami often while he was in London, asking to Skype with you only to have him apologize and reply that he was too tired. You understood, of course. You couldn’t even imagine how much energy it must have taken to be goddamn Freddie Mercury all day, and almost every day. Rami was so strong. You admired his perseverance and dedication to becoming such a complex character.

But as the third month without Rami approached, you noticed something was off.

You were always the one who had to ask to Skype. He never did anymore. Most of the time, you wouldn’t even get as far as Skyping. He was either ‘too tired, babe,’ or ‘super busy, so sorry love!’

His texts were shorter.

You had no clue how his day had been. You weren’t even sure if Brian and Roger were still a part of the film, because Rami never brought them up at all like before. He had been beyond ecstatic when he first Skyped you from London, beaming like a little kid as he told you about his first day with ‘Brian fucking May, Y/N! And Roger Taylor, oh my god!’ there to help everyone out.

But now... you didn’t even know what scenes they were filming anymore. Maybe they had already wrapped, for all you knew. Rami seemed to be very reluctant to tell you anything anymore.

It was like he became a completely different person overnight.

You wanted to ask him what was going on. You desperately wanted to reach through your computer screen and shake Rami’s shoulders, hard, until he snapped out of whatever trance it was that London or Bohemian Rhapsody or Freddie himself had put him in.

But you were too scared. Some part of you thought that maybe you were imagining it all. Maybe it was the distance between the two of you making you overthink things. So you put up a wall, convinced yourself that everything was fine. Rami was going to be back before you knew it, and you’d be able to talk for hours in person about the entire Bohemian Rhapsody experience.

Yeah, that was it, you thought to yourself as you received yet another decline on his end to Skype. Maybe he’s just saving all his stories for when he gets home.

That little glass sliver of anxiety in the back of your mind never went away. And oftentimes, when you gazed at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you could almost see it lurking behind your eyes if you concentrated long enough.

Rami had been home for a while now. Almost a whole year, in fact. And during that time, all the previous wrinkles had been shaken out and everything had fallen back into place. His weird behaviour was gone just like that, and he never mentioned a thing either.

Rami was back to his old affectionate, caring self. For a long while, in fact, you forgot all about the way he acted strange while in London. 

Until the moment he suggested you accompany him to the Bohemian Rhapsody cast party, that is.

“Please, Y/N.” Rami begged when he noticed your spine stiffen as soon as he mentioned the film. “I know how much you hate going to parties, but I really think you should come. The people are really nice, I promise. And I know Joe, Gwilym, and Ben would love to meet you.”

Your strong dislike of attending events filled with superficial actors was only part of why you reacted so strongly to your boyfriend’s words -- the other half had to do with the fact that this was the first time almost anything relating to Bohemian Rhapsody had been brought up since The London Incident.

You were afraid something (you weren’t sure what, but something) was going to happen to Rami just like when he was in London.

You were scared he’d shut off, and shut you out again.

“Please, babe.” Rami whispered, reaching over and taking your hand. “Just this once. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

You sighed as Rami brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently, silently pleading with you to agree upon going.

Finally, and rather hesitantly, you nodded.

“I’ll go.” You answered. “But please don’t leave me for a long time by myself, okay?”

Rami let out a faint laugh of relief, and immediately pulled you into a hug. His arms were wrapped so tightly around you, you almost had trouble breathing.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He whispered, one hand caressing your hair and pressing you gently further into him. “We’re going to have so much fun, you’ll see.”

You found yourself gripping your boyfriend’s hand much too tightly in the car on the way there, earning a concerned glance from him.

“Hey,” Rami whispered quietly. “It’s going to be okay. These are some of the nicest people I’ve ever met.”

“Could I stick with you?” You asked meekly. You weren’t sure if it was because of your nervousness around crowds, or if you wanted to try and prove to yourself that you had been imagining the events of London.

“Babe, you don’t even need to ask. Of course I’ll stay by your side. I promise.”

You only managed a nod in reply as the car pulled over in front of the venue. Before you could react, Rami had already gotten out and opened your door for you. You smiled a quick thank you as the two of you headed inside.

Rami had mentioned Joe, Gwilym, and Ben, but he never brought up just how many people were attending tonight. You knew what they looked like, but going by how many people were here, you’d be wandering around the entire night trying to find even one of the three of them. Maybe it would be best to just linger by the bar until Rami introduced you.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” you told him after tapping his shoulder gently. “Would you like anything?”

He smiled, pulling you into a quick embrace and kissing your cheek. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, don’t worry.”

Sighing with relief, you nodded and returned his hug before grabbing a seat at the bar.

Nearly twenty minutes had gone by, and there was still no sign of Rami. You had already finished one drink, and judging by the amount of people that were still making their way into the venue, you were seriously contemplating ordering a second or third.

You glanced over your shoulder briefly, searching around for any sign of Rami, or even one of his other cast members. All you wanted was to see a familiar face, and that would be enough to cool your anxiety for now. But there were too many people roaming about. Trying to spot Rami in the crowd was like playing a nightmare of a Where’s Waldo game.

You had hit the forty minute mark now. Your heart hadn’t beat this fast since the day you thought it was a good idea to drink four cups of coffee and barely anything else to get you through the day.

Only this time, caffeine hadn’t been in your day at all.

You inhaled sharply, your mind spinning in circles as you tried to justify whether or not trying to find Rami was a good enough excuse to leave the safe little corner you had made yourself at the bar.

He said he would come back for you shortly. That was now over an hour ago.

Just that thought alone (and maybe the alcohol, too) was enough to get you to hop off your barstool and dive into the crowd before the logical part of your brain could convince you otherwise.

Where was he?

People were bumping into you every few seconds. Some said a half-assed apology that never hit their eyes, others glared at you as if it was your fault. You hadn’t even said anything to anyone and you were already hating this party.

Were you going in circles? You didn’t know. How big was this venue anyway? The people never seemed to end.

As you fought to push through a particularly dense crowd, you could’ve sworn the stretch of people was getting longer. Your head spun for a split second.

Oh god.

Your anxiety was getting really bad now. You just wanted to get out. It didn’t matter where you went as long as it wasn’t here.

Where the fuck was Rami?

Someone bumped into you, hard, and you glanced up in shock to find a somewhat familiar face looking back down at you. You thought he looked like one of the cast members, but it had been a while since Rami had last shown you a photo of the others.

“I’m so sorry- oh! You’re Rami’s girlfriend aren’t you?”

You nodded absentmindedly as you went through the three names you knew.  You were trying to figure out if this guy looked more like a Ben, Joe, or Gwilym.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized once more. “Could you remind me again what your name is?”

“Y/N.” You managed. You were still distracted, your eyes darting around hoping to find even a glimpse of Rami. If you had just bumped into one of the cast members, surely he wouldn’t be far?

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Gwilym.”

Oh. So you were talking to the Brian May guy, you noted briefly before your thoughts became a scrambled mess again. What if Rami had just up and left the party? What if you’ve been alone this entire time? You knew he’d never do that, but after his weird behaviour in London--

“Are you alright? You don’t look very well.”

You inhaled sharply, feeling the too-familiar sting of tears begin to itch in your eyes. You weren’t going to cry. Not here. Not in front of Gwilym.

“H-have you seen Rami?” You managed to gasp out. “I-I’ve been looking for him for a while, now.”

Something in Gwilym’s face softened, and he placed a hand comfortingly on your shoulder.

“Parties aren’t your thing?” He whispered, even though it was near impossible to hear him through the music. You could only shake your head, which earned a smile from Gwilym.

“I understand. They sometimes make me a bit uncomfortable too.”

You bit your lip, only trusting yourself to nod once more in fear of the tears coming out again.

“I think Rami might still with us all in the back. Come on, we can look for him together.”

You followed Gwilym silently, his words playing over and over in your head. ‘Still with us all’? Did he mean Rami had been with his cast members this entire time?

Gravity seemed to pull harder on your limbs as you wondered if he had truly  forgotten about you.

“I found us all a new friend!” you heard Gwilym announce. As you approached, you saw everyone sitting together on a couch, drinks in hand, laughing as if someone had just told the funniest joke in the world. Your breath was knocked out of your lungs when you saw Rami. And he wasn’t alone.

There was a girl with blonde hair sitting beside him on the couch. Her eyes crinkled with laughter as Rami whispered something in her ear, still oblivious to your presence. She was leaning into him like he was the couch itself, and you felt absolutely sick to your stomach when your gaze trailed to the arm he had tightly wrapped around her waist.

His eyes found yours right then, and you could see the alarm and fear that filled them for a split second before dissipating away. 

You vaguely registered a couple people around you say hello, but you didn’t acknowledge them. All you could focus on was Rami. 

Rami and her.

Who even was she? You wondered. You scanned the rest of the couch and saw Ben and Joe, but you couldn’t recall Rami ever mentioning, or even showing you a photo of, the girl he was with.

Was she the reason why he had been so secretive in London?

“Y/N,” Rami finally said. You noticed how his arm still lingered around the girl, as if he forgot he had pulled her close in the first place. “I was looking all over for you. Where were you?”

‘Looking all over for you’, my ass, you thought bitterly to yourself. It looked like Rami hadn’t even left his spot on the couch since both of you arrived at the party.

“I was right where I said I would be.” You managed to spit out. Gwilym glanced at you, then to Rami, then back to you nervously. He could see what was going on. He looked just as confused as you felt.

“Uh, this is, um,” Rami stuttered, running his free hand through his hair. “This is Lucy.”

She smiled at you, much too friendly for your liking. 

“Hi Y/N,” Lucy greeted you warmly. “It’s lovely to meet you. Rami said you’re a friend?”

Oh no he didn’t.

You were bristling with anger now. Or maybe you were actually shaking, at this point you couldn’t tell. Everything you were feeling seemed to blend together and form one ultimate goal:

Get the absolute fuck out of here. 

You forced yourself to nod. “Nice to meet you.” You managed through clenched teeth. You locked eyes with Gwilym for a split second, and that’s when you broke. 

Tears began to spill down your cheeks and you spun on your heel quickly so that no one else would see how fragile you were. You heard Rami call your name, but you didn’t care. You just had to leave. This was a bad dream, this was all just a bad dream.

So why hadn’t you woken up yet?

You flagged down a cab as soon as you got outside. As you stared at the venue from the window, you were almost expecting Rami to come running out after you. You were hoping he would try and stop you, yank open the taxi door and beg you to stay. You’d be angry, definitely, but you’d stay for him.

But you never saw him near the entrance as your taxi drove away. You never saw him at all.

It was after you had gotten changed into more comfortable clothes and taken off your makeup that you finally decided to reply to the twenty-plus texts Rami had been sending you relentlessly. His messages begged you to come back at first, but they gradually transitioned to demanding where you were. He was afraid. 

You felt bad for leaving him hanging, but then you remembered how you felt at the party. 

It was only when he sent you a rather long text, expressing just how afraid he was for you, claiming he had been searching the entire venue for half an hour now and still couldn’t find you, that you decided to reply with three words:

I’m at home, you typed quickly before turning your phone on silent and burrowing under your blanket on the couch. Your phone lit up as Rami sent a series more of texts your way, but you ignored him once more. You didn’t have the energy to reply any further.

An hour later, you heard the door unlock. You kept your gaze fixed on the TV screen in front of you. Everything felt heavy. You just wanted to disappear.

“Why did you do that? I was so fucking worried about you!” You heard Rami exclaim as he closed the door behind him. You rolled your eyes.

“Hello to you too.”

“Why did you leave the way you did?” He demanded once more. Rami walked into the living room and snatched the remote off the couch. The TV went black in an instant, but you still gazed emptily at the screen. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about Lucy?” You countered. You heard him sigh exasperatedly. 

“Y/N, Lucy’s just a friend-”

“Oh, like how I’m ‘just a friend of yours’ to her too?” You demanded, feeling a surge of energy run through your veins as you pushed yourself off the couch and stood across from Rami. You glared at him, and he sent fire right back.

“You should’ve told me where you were going, you shouldn’t have left like that!” He exclaimed, going back to his initial argument. “If you didn’t reply after the fifty-something texts and calls I sent you, I would’ve been driving around all of fucking LA trying to find you!”

“Rami, you left me by myself at the goddamn bar for over an hour!” You yelled. The tears came back in an instant as you raised your voice, and you swiped them away angrily with the back of your hand. “You said you would be back in a few minutes and you never fucking showed up!”

You saw something switch in his eyes just then. He took a step back, as if you had physically hit him. 

“Shit,” Rami hissed. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I forgot you said that-”

“I’m not done.” You interrupted. You took a step towards him. “You have no idea how it feels, to try and find someone in a crowd while the entire time it feels like you’re being suffocated! And then I find you with her and she tells me you told her I’m only your ‘friend’? Do you know how that feels?”

“Y/N, I can explain-”

“Oh, please do!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in defeat. “I’d love it if you could start at the part where you arrived in London, I really want to hear about that.”

Rami sighed, unwilling to meet your gaze. 

“Lucy and I... she helped me work through Freddie. As a character.”

You frowned. “What does that even mean?”

“I stayed in character as Freddie even when we weren’t filming.” He explained slowly. You could hear his voice begin to tremble. “And as Freddie, I really got along with Lucy, she was everything he needed-”

“But you’re not Freddie Mercury.” You whispered. You shut your eyes as you realized Lucy was the reason you barely heard from Rami while he was in London. “You’re Rami Malek. You have a girlfriend, you have me.”

Silence stabbed the both of you like tiny knives. Neither of you wanted to speak first.

“Why did you do it?” You finally asked. “What were you trying to accomplish?”

“I missed you,” Rami answered. Tears had begun to trail down his face now as well. “The distance between us, it was hard...”

“So your solution was to hook up with your co-star?” You demanded.

There was only silence from Rami.

“You know,” you began, as you grabbed your coat out of the closet and shrugged it on. “I tried so hard to maintain a relationship with you despite the distance. I did everything I could to keep in touch with you, but when you were in London you shut yourself off from me. Now I know why.” You grabbed your keys from the hook beside the door.

“Where are you going?” Rami asked urgently, rushing over to you with panic in his eyes. You inhaled sharply.

“I’m going out.” You whispered, feeling a new set of tears spring forward as Rami wrapped a trembling hand around your wrist. It was his fragile way of trying to get you to stay.

“Please,” You managed to choke out. “Don’t touch me.”

“Y/N-”

“Maybe someone else can help you for now,” you added as you unlocked the door. “I don’t know what more I can do.”

“Stay.” Rami begged. His lip trembled. “Please, Y/N, stay.”

You longed so badly to just run back in his arms, embrace him tightly, and just cry. You wanted to tell him you weren’t going anywhere. But after the way he made you feel tonight, after what you saw, after those months of barely hearing from him in London, you knew staying was not the right thing to do. Not right now.

“Come find me when you figure things out.” You answered, your voice cracking. “Goodbye, Rami.”

[minnie-marvel]

Just a Quick Stop (Pietro x Reader)

When comparing the Maximoff twin’s powers in the compound living room at night ends with Pietro having a bruised ego, he feels determined to make sure you know why he’s the superior twin.

Pietro x Reader

Words: 1187

A/N: I LIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE Y’ALL!!! Seriously its been such a long time since I’ve written so I wasn’t really super confident on this piece. Hopefully I can still get my creative juices flowing after this lil drabble!! I know what youre all thinking “WHERES CROWNFELL?!?!?” trust me trust me, I’m definitely working on part nine but remember that it has been quite a while since I’ve written and I’m still in school till December. But!!!! I promise that I’ll keep working on it and make sure that I get it out eventually!! I’m trying to spend more time on it since its such a favorite among my followers. Anywhooooo!!! Enjoy this fic!! Pietro is so fun I love to write for flirty characters like him.

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You sat on the compound couch with Wanda watching Paranormal Activity. You absolutely hated scary movies with a passion but Wanda had just gotten back from a week-long mission. You wouldn’t miss an opportunity to hang out with her after not seeing her for so long. 

You saw the door slam shut in the movie and instantly jolted. You felt your skin crawl, you knew something was up. You looked over to see Wanda sleeping and sighed. You couldn’t blame her, she had a rough week with the mission taking up all her time, but you wished she would’ve had tried to stay up with you for just a little longer! You were only half an hour in when you heard her soft snores. 

Regardless of whether your friend joined you or not, your eyes returned to the screen along with your crawling skin when you felt someone grab at your shoulder suddenly making you scream and in turn waking Wanda up who defensively conjured magic throwing you and the person who had grabbed you against the wall. 

“Shit!!!”  Pietro hissed holding his head as he threw himself into a fetal position. You groaned hitting the floor holding your side.

Wanda covered her mouth in a gasp. “I-I’m so sorry!!” she said quickly rushing over to you lifting you to your feet. Pietro rolled his eyes. “What? No sympathy for your poor big brother?” he asked.

“Not when he decides to scare the innocent!” You snapped slapping his shoulder.  He laughed at your attempt to wound him only leaning over your shoulder. “Well, how can I possibly resist frightening when I have the perfect scardey cat to trick!”  You rolled your eyes at his snide smile. What a handsome asshole. 

“It’s too late for this much excitement,” groaned Wanda. “I’m going to bed,” she said rubbing her eyes before giving you a sleepy hug. “I’m sorry about this Y/N, I promise tomorrow  I’ll actually be lucid enough to spend some time together,” she gave a soft yawn.

“Oh don’t worry Wanda, I know you’re probably exhausted,” you waved her off dismissively. “Just promise me you’ll get some rest okay?” You smiled. She yawned stretching the both of her arms before nodding at you.“Goodnight you two,” she whispered tiredly before walking to her room.

You held your breath after she disappeared into her door standing across from Pietro in the living room the both of you standing silently waiting for the other to speak. There was something unspoken between you two, you knew it, but neither of you dared to act on the obvious chemistry between you both. After all, you were Wanda’s best friend and he was Wanda’s twin brother. Anything that became of this would surely be awkward for all three of you. 

“So,” you both drawled at the same time. Damnit, things just had to get weird didn’t they?    

“How was your mission?” you asked after a prolonged time. “aren’t you as tired as Wanda after a week of only work?”

He smirked. “Maybe I’m just the stronger twin,” You punched his shoulder. 

“Yeah right! I’ve seen Wanda lift trucks over you!” You snickered folding your arms across your chest. 

“Maybe so,” He nodded respectfully. “But can she do this?” He asked suddenly picking you up bridal style. “Hold on tight Y/N, it’s time to take a little trip.” He suddenly sped off with you in his arms yelping quickly as you latched onto him.

“Wait Pietro what are you-”

“Its just a quick stop I promise!”

“Quick stop what do you- SHIT!!!” You screamed trying not to let go. “Where do you think- URGH” You choked coughing furiously. “Oh god, I think I just swallowed a bug,” You panicked before feeling your hair whip into your face crazily as Pietro pulled to a stop. 

“Okay Pietro, you’d better have a damn well good reason to have up and kidnapped me because I swear to god once Wanda finds out-” You finally looked up from his chest and gasped your breath quickly being stolen away. Pietro held you close to his body as he overlooked the town.

It was stunning, the lights of the now far away city twinkled here and there. The stars weren’t out due to the light pollution of the Big Apple but you didn’t mind. After all, the city had become a constellation I itself with its magnificent lights. 

“What a view,” you breathed letting yourself down walking closer to the edge of the cliff.

Pietro’s eyebrow quipped slightly above his eye as he took in a different view. “You’re telling me,” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. You rolled your eyes turning yourself around resting your hands on your hips. “Boy Pietro, could you be any more charming?”  The sarcasm in your voice could have poisoned him if it weren’t for the fact that it was well, Pietro.

He walked forward to you mimicking your movements putting his hands on his hip. “What, would you like to see mine too?”

“Oh god, Pietro stop it!!” You laughed shoving him slightly. You sat on the ground taking a moment to whistle. You still weren’t over how gorgeous it was, everything just seemed so bright. You felt Pietro sit next to you as you surveyed the city and felt your lips subconsciously curl into a smile.

“I have to admit, you may not have lifted a truck over my head but I’m still floored,”  You leaned on the backs of your palms and saw Pietro grin at you pleased that you finally praised him.

“I could have taken you across the sea to Paris if I wanted to,” He shrugged simply as if it weren’t as much of a feat as it was. 

“Yeah right,” You rolled your eyes, now you remembered why you didn’t compliment Pietro often. You felt his gaze on you as he laid on his side, elbow propped on the cold grass supporting his chin as he looked into your eyes. 

“Would you like to see me try?” He asked. You stopped in the middle of your sassy remark. Was he actually being serious? Going to Paris did sound like a nice way to spend your Friday night, but you shook your head instead.

“No I’m fine here,” You said simply taking a hand and pulling it through his silver dyed locks and down to the side of his face. He practically melted into your touch.

You smiled, face flushing at his soft expression. “After all, I’ve got everything that I need right where I am,” 

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After your little date under the stars, you walked into the compound doors rubbing your temples as Pietro followed close behind bragging about how he was the perfect first date.

“I think I really outdid myself this time Y/N,” he laughed. “The only thing that could have made things better was as if you pulled me close and-”

“Oh for the love of god!” You turned swiftly on your heels grabbing Pietro by his cheeks pulling him into a kiss. 

“There, happy?” You asked turning back around in a huff as you left the poor speedster behind practically frozen in his tracks.

Finally, he stopped talking.

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Don’t Say I Told You So

Pairing/Characters: Joe Mazzello x Reader Warnings: fluffy smut, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap),  the domestics, cute and funny couple banter Summary: Love is all around and so is being sick. The freezing temperature of your hometown gets to the best of you when you suddenly fall sick after being out in the cold completing some errands. Luckily, your boyfriend is there to help you get better. Word Count: 1.4k+ A/N: My first BoRhap actor fic! Tell me how this goes for you :)))

The snow fell constantly at this time of year. It was cold and icicles formed on the edges of the roof of your house. You shivered as you woke and pushed yourself out of the bed. Joe was sleeping up until he felt your presence was now non-existent. He blinked his eyes open and reached over your side of the bed, it was only then had he realised the shower was running and steam was coming through the small crack of the bathroom door. Quietly, the tune of ‘Gypsy’ by Fleetwood Mac played in the background as you washed out the remaining streaks of conditioner out of your hair before turning off the water and walking out of the shower.

“Good morning.” You heard as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Don’t you look handsome?”

“Thanks, I was born with it.” You laughed and walked into the wardrobe, picking out a sweater and some jeans. You didn’t have work but your boss had asked if you could pick up some files from the office, “Heading somewhere, babe?”

“Uh-huh, just gonna pick up some paperwork from the office, I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Are you leaving your hair like that?” He asked, not mockingly, but with concern. You nodded, “Baby, you’re gonna get sick if you leave your hair wet in this weather.”

“Nothing a beanie can’t fix.” You leaned over the bed with your jacket draped over your arm and kissed him, “I’ll be back in an hour, I love you.”

“Don’t say I told you so!” He yelled after you.

You put on your jacket and the beanie as soon as you closed the door. Walking to your car, you almost slipped on a small puddle which had turned into ice. You drove past house after house, building after building, and shop after shop for thirty minutes until you realised that the car had not at all gotten warm when you turned on the heater just before you left the house. You switched the heater on and off multiple times before gave up and was confronted with the fact that Joe did not get the car fixed when he said he would. When you arrived at the office, you parked the car and immediately called your boyfriend.

“Hi, baby.” You put him on speakerphone.

“Joe Mazzello, did you get the car fixed!?”

“Uhhh…” He hesitated.

“Joe!”

“Sorry! I’ll get it fixed tomorrow, I just missed you and I wanted to spend some time with you.” You exhaled deeply.

“It’s fine, babe, I’m sorry for freaking out on you, I’m just cold.”

“Come home and I’ll get you heated.” You laughed.

“I’m heated right now because you didn’t get the car fixed, you bitch.” Of course, you were joking.

“How about you call me bitch to my face and we’ll see what happens.”

“You’re actually crazy.” You giggled.

“Yeah, crazy in love with you.” He sing-songed, “See you soon?”

“I love you, crazy.”

“I love you more.”

You knew it as soon as you stepped back into your car. You sniffled and coughed and shivered. No amount of rubbing your hands together or rubbing your arms could warm you up. You were sure you’d just frozen in the middle of the street and died in snowing hell. You drove carefully on the slippery road until you reached back home, running towards the front door and into the warmth. You fixed yourself up, your pride telling you that Joe would say ‘I told you so’, which today, you were just not having. You exhaled a sigh of relief when you felt your entire body begin to warm up due to the heaters in your house.

“Y/N?” You heard Joe call out.

“Yeah, babe? Just gonna grab some coffee.” After making your heavenly cup of warmth, you ran upstairs into your shared bedroom, “Still not out of bed?”

“Waiting for you to call me a bitch to my face.”

“Not gonna happen.” He pulled you onto the bed and hovered over you once you set your mug near the lamp on the bedside table.

“Scared?”

“No, I-” He was going to say it and you hate yourself for it, “I think I’m coming down with a cold.”  He laughed and pulled away from you.

“I tol-”

“Don’t even fucking start, Mazzello!” He laughed and laid beside you.

“I.” He started.

“Stop.”

“Told.” He continued.

“Joe!”

“You.” You groaned, “So.”

“You’re a dick.” He started laughing again.

“If you say so,” he said, calming down from his fit of laughter, “go take some paracetamol and drink some tea before it gets worse.” You got up and he slapped your butt, making you yelp.

“Ow!”

“Call me a bitch again and you’ll get worse.” You grinned at him.

“Yes, sir.” When you ran back upstairs, you felt dizzy. You laid down on the bed as you felt your body succumb the tiredness you were feeling.

You felt a soft touch on your thigh. Travelling up to your face, a soft caress followed with your name.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You sniffled only to find that your nose was blocked, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” You replied groggily, a definite stuffed nose.

“What a beautiful piece of shit.” He joked, making you playfully push him with a laugh.

“I hate you.” You coughed out.

“Well, I love you and you need to get up, I made you breakfast.”

“Baby… You cook!?” He placed a kiss on your cheek.

“No, it was, uh, it was from a packet… BUT it’s the thought that counts right?”

“There’s my man!” You sipped on your soup and to your relief, your nose became unblocked.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Well, I’m sick so…” Joe leaned in slowly.

“You know what? I just decided that I don’t give a shit.”

“Joseph, you’re gonna get sick!” He hovered over you and you eventually slipped back into the bed as his kissed you. His hands travel up and down your body. His tongue runs over your bottom lip before nipping it. Your hands tug at the hairs on the nape of his neck, moaning into the kiss. He stops for a moment, hot air breathing against your lips as the dizziness from kissing you went to his head. He kisses you once more before travelling down to your neck, leaving a trail of bite marks. He lifted your shirt and threw it somewhere in the distance. He kisses in between your breasts and down your stomach before prying away your panties. He runs a finger over your slit. His finger lightly rubs over your sensitive clit, making you buck your hips and moan.

“Joe, please.” Your breathy moan is followed by a tug in his hair. He flicks his tongue over your clit, “Oh, god!” He inserts two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out. Your breathing getting heavier and heavier, turning into pants as his actions grow faster, “Fuck, baby, oh my-” He sucks on your clit harder, “Joe, I’m gonna- Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby!” He moves his hand up to your left breast, twisting your nipple, “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” You screamed as you came. Your breathing slowed down. He crawled up to meet you lips, capturing them, “You’re wearing too much.” You ripped his shirt, making the both of you laugh into the kiss. He takes off his pants and holds your hips down as he sinks into you.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” He thrusts roughly into you, making you cry out in pleasure. You dig your nails into his back as his sets a fast pace. He reaches in between your bodies and starts rubbing your swollen clit, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Joe, I fucking love you, oh fuck!” He nuzzles his face into your neck and he grunts as his thrusts get uneven. His other hand rests just beside your head. You felt his hot and heavy breaths on your neck, only adding to the climax of the moment. You started moving your hips with him, helping him reach his.

“Oh god, shit!” He lifts one of your legs up, his thrusts not ceasing, and wraps them around his wait, getting a better angle. It did wonders, evident in your screams as you tightened around him. You chanted his name and scratched his back which you were sure either left red marks or a bloody trail, “Cum for me, baby girl.” Your back arched as you came. He followed suit and spilled into you with uneven thrusts and then a stop. He stared at you from above for a moment. You thought he was going to kiss you when suddenly, he sneezed.

“Really?” You laughed, wiping your face, “While you’re still inside me?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it!”

“Well, I tol-” He cut you off before you could even say the entire sentence.

“Don’t even start.” He whined before kissing you again.

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Code Banner

Bucky Barnes x Reader and Bruce Banner x Sister!reader

Summary- You’re Bruce’s younger sister, you’ve always been able to control the Hulk, but Bruce had always been adamant that you stay safe. Which to him meant as far away from the Avengers as possible. But with the Hulk becoming harder and harder to control, Tony makes the decision to call you in. But everyone just assumes this new Dr. Banner is his wife…not his sister. So why are you always flirting with Bucky?

Message- Sorry if this sucks.

WARNING- MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE

Word Count- 1185

“This is the third time this week.” Steve screams as the Hulk rips up the trees surrounding the compound.

“Yeah.” Tony sighs. “I’m activating Code Banner.” He murmurs.

“What does that even mean?” Steve asks, but Tony is already walking away, phone to his ear. Hulks rampage continues into the night, He’s screaming and tearing up trees. The next morning a car pulls up to the compound and you get out.

“Dr. Banner.” Tony says nodding at you.

“Tony.” You say, pulling him into a hug. “Where is he?”

“In the forest.” Tony says, and you nod.

“Keep everyone away. This might get worse before it gets better.” You say, making your way through the compound.

“Will you be okay?” Tony asks, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Hulk would never hurt me.” You say, Tony nods, stopping at the exit, you continue walking, making your way to the forest. “HULK!” No reply. So you continue walking, you follow the sounds of rage and destruction. “STOP!” Hulk just yells at you. “Oh so it’s gonna be like that? What are you going to hit me now to? Like Dad did?” That makes the Hulk stop, he shrinks back, moving away from you, putting his hands up were you can see them.

“Hulk sorry.” Hulk whispers.

“It’s okay, I know you wouldn’t really hurt me. I just needed you to calm down.” You say.

“Sis, here, why?” Hulk asks.

“Tony called. He said that you’ve been making more and more appearances recently.” You say.

“Hulk bored in puny Banner.”

“Yeah, what if I promise to hang around for a while? Will you let Bruce run things for a while?” You ask, Hulk thinks about it, nods and then starts to shrink back into Bruce. You toss him the clothes and turn around while your brother puts his pants on.

“Why are you here?” Bruce asks.

“Tony called, told me of your recent troubles.” You answer.

“Oh.” Is all Bruce says.

“I promised Hulk I would hang around a while.” You say.

“Ok, there’s an extra room in my apartment, you can use it.” Bruce says. “My pants are on, you can turn around.”

“It’s good to see you big bro!” You say, pulling him into a hug.

“I’ve missed you.” Bruce murmurs as he pulls away from you. “I’m glad you’re staying.”

“Come on, you look exhausted, let’s get you to your room.” You say, as you put an arm around your brother.

“Yeah, sleep sounds nice.” Bruce murmurs. The two of you start walking back to the compound. The rest of the Avengers crowd outside, staring at the two of you.

“I’m staying.” You say to Tony as you pass the group. Once the two of you get inside you hear someone murmur:

“Who’s that?”

“Y/N Banner.” Tony answers.

***

You’ve been at the compound for about a month and during that time you’ve developed quite the crush on Bucky Barnes. But every time you tried to ask him out he would just assume you meant it as a group thing and invite along Steve and Sam, your brother thought it was hilarious.

“Hey, Buck, The Theater in town is showing that movie we were talking about the other day. Do you want to go see it tomorrow?” You ask.

“Sure, Doll! I’ll see if Steve and Sam want to go. What time works for you and Bruce?” Bucky asks.

“Seven.” You say as you grit your teeth. You look over to Bruce who was currently smirking into his cup of coffee. Bucky just nods and leaves the room, probably going to find Sam and Steve.

“I don’t know if he just doesn’t like me like that or if he’s just that dense.” You murmur as Bruce sits down next to you.

“Be patient, he’s been through a lot.” Bruce says as he slings his arm over your shoulder.

“I know.” You sigh as you lean your head on his shoulder.

***

(Bucky’s POV)

“I-I can’t keep doing this!” Bucky stammers. “I’m in love with a married woman. How the fuck did this happen?”

“That’s rough man.” Sam says.

“She’s just so amazing!” Bucky sighs as he sits against the wall.

“I don’t get why she’s just coming around know. Bruce never mentioned her before.” Sam says.

“He was probably just trying to keep her safe.” Steve says.

“Jesus Christ. If Bruce ever finds out he’s going to let Hulk rip me in two.” Bucky whispers.

“Sucks to be you!” Sam snorts.

***

Tony had decided to throw a small holiday party- Avengers and their loved ones only. You were currently hanging out under the mistletoe- that’s how desperate you had become. You were hoping that Bucky would stand next to you, you’d kiss and then you could confess you’re feelings. Bruce was sitting near Tony, he was watching you, trying not to laugh, and you kinda hoped that he would choke on some ginger bread.

“Hey, Doll.” Bucky says as he moves to stand beside you.

“Hey, Buck.” You say. There’s a moment of awkward silence, you see Bruce murmur something to Tony.

“Hey Manchurian Candidate, see that stuff above your head? That’s mistletoe, means you and Banner have to kiss.” Tony says from across the room. You look down at the ground, blushing.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Bucky says as he moves away from you. You weren’t going to cry, nope, not in front of everyone. You were going to grin and bear it, move on from this moment.

“Why the fuck not?” Apparently Tony had other plans.

“I don’t make it a habit to kiss another man’s wife.” Bucky murmurs.

“Wait. What?” You ask.

“You’re married to Bruce.” Bucky says, motioning to your brother, who was currently bent over laughing.

“Bruce is my brother.”

“Bruce is your brother?” Bucky echoes back.

“Oh…my….god. This is the funniest thing that has ever happened. She’s been going crazy trying to get you to agree to a date!” You brother says.

“Those were you asking me on a date?” Bucky says looking at you.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I have this huge crush on-.” You start, but your cut off when Bucky’s lips meet yours.

“Wanna ditch the rest of the party? Maybe go to dinner or a movie?” Bucky asks when the two of you break apart.

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You say as you grab his hand. The two of you walk out of the compound ignoring the hooting and hollering from the other room. “I can’t believe you though Bruce was my husband.”

“Well, what was I supposed to think? Tony introduced you as Y/N Banner. No other explanation.” Bucky says.

“How many of you-?” You start to ask.

“All of us. We all thought it.” Bucky says.

“You could have asked!” You chuckle.

“Yeah, that would have saved us a lot of time. I’ve wanted to ask you out for months.” Bucky murmurs.

“I’ve been asking you out for months!” You say.

“Well let’s not waste any more time.” Bucky says, pulling you into another kiss.

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Flower Girl part 9

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Mute!Nature oriented!Reader

Warnings: Some torture. A surprise ;)

A/n: And here we go! Yall ready?

    “This is why you should have told her! You gave her a false sense of security!”

    “We didn’t know they’d track her here!” Tony yelled back to Loki. Currently all the Avengers had angry looks or just permanent glares. You’d been taken by what they all assumed was HYRDA. After all, they had you before, why wouldn’t they come after you again?

    “She still had the right to know who could be after her!” Loki had started pacing as soon as the party had been called off and he hadn’t stopped yet. Thor was sure he was going to wear a line through the floor. It still amazed the blond brother that Loki cared so much for you and how much you cared about him.

    Steve cleared his throat as he stepped up, patting Tony’s shoulder to stop him from getting himself in deeper trouble. “Look, arguing here isn’t going to bring Y/n back to us. We have to go and find her.”

    Tony slightly jerked away from his hand, but sighed. “Fine. Avengers, suit up. Then, assemble.”

    Loki stayed where he was, Steve patted his shoulder as he passed him. “We’ll get her back, you know.”

    “I know...I’m just worried about what will happen to her before we get to her.”

    You landed on your front, face screwed up in pain as you refuse to make any noise. It would only make your tormentor happy to hear your cries of pain. After screaming for Loki, you refused to let out any other sounds.

    “I heard you yell for someone, you little wench.” The man grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. “You might as well ask me who I am, don’t you think so?”

    You turned enough to glare at him, then spat in his face.

    He sighed, wiping his face off with his sleeve. “If that’s how you wanna play it, kid, so be it.”

    He kicked your side before he left, leaving you to curl onto your side. It was the same man who you remembered torturing you all those years, how could he have escaped the Avengers when they found you? They said they’d taken care of them all. You let out a single whimper as you wonder if anyone will come for you this time.

    ‘Please...Loki…’

    “Why did you never tell her?” Loki asked Steve as they all flew to the last known HYDRA base.

    “It was better if she didn’t know. She had enough nightmares without knowing who hurt her for so long.”

    “I can’t believe someone...that he would do that to her. I wouldn’t even stoop that low.”

    Thor patted his brother’s back slightly harder than he intended. “Loki, have faith in her strength of heart. She will be fine.”

    Loki stayed silent the rest of the flight there, sitting down to polish his knives.

    “Is the lily ready to talk?” You watched as the man walked in with a sort of short whip. “I bet you’re wondering who I am. All you have to do is ask me.”

    You kept your eyes on him, but said and did nothing. Your eyes held a fire that no amount of pain could extinguish. You would hurt him the second you had a chance.

    He sighed, grabbing your chin hard. “Ask me, you bitch.”

    “...D-die, monster…” you whispered out, earning you a slap in the face.

    “Wrong answer.”

    The whip snapped next to your hand on the floor, making you jump and recoil. He grinned maliciously, snapping the whip again. “Try again.”

    When you stayed silent, the whip hit your thigh. You had to bite down on your lip until it bled to keep from screaming. You were hit a few more times before he went to leave.

    “(Y/n), next time...I suggest you follow the orders your father gives you.”

    “There’s a lot of heat signatures in there,” Natasha called out, looking up from her screen. “How do we wanna do this?”

    “Teams of two?”

    “I’ll take Loki,” Steve said. “We’ll go straight for (Y/n).”

    Loki finally looked up.

    Tony said he’d go with Bruce, Nat would go with Clint, and Thor would go with Vision. They would rescue you if it killed them. You meant to much to them to let anything worse happen.

    When the lights went out, you made your way quickly out of your cell, bent over a bit from the whip marks on your back. You could hear fighting happening somewhere, you could feel it through the floor. You tripped, though, falling onto your face with a whimper.

    “L-loki…”

    Footsteps ran towards you from both ends of the hall as the lights flickered back on. You nearly screamed when your hair is grabbed and pulled harshly. When your head was pulled back, you see Steve and Loki stopped at the end of the hall.

    “Look, my dear. Why don’t you greet them?” He shoved you forward, making Loki look even angrier. Angrier than you had ever seen him before.

    “Let her go before I kill you!” He shouted, pulling his daggers out.

    Steve grabbed his arm to stop him.

    Your father grinned as you stayed still on the floor. “Poor girl. No one can hurt me when they know I have power to hurt you.”

    You saw Steve touch his earpiece and you had a feeling of what the plan was. His lips moved to say, ‘Release Hulk.’

    You rolled quickly to the side as Hulk came crashing through the ceiling, letting sunlight stream into the building. He roared before jumping back out to go ruin more of the building. When a slant of sun hit you, your skin almost instantly gained more color, almost like a wave, that also went through your hair. Green started appearing along your skin and through locks of your hair as you started standing up, all your bruises and small cuts healing.

    “What just happened?” your father, your tormentor, asked, suddenly scared.

    Vines curled down your arms and rested in your hands. Your own whips.

    “Karma’s a bitch, Father.”

   Steve held back the urge to tell you to watch your language, but even he was pissed by how you’d been treated. Loki could only stare in amazement.

    You only had to crack one of your vine whips before he took off running. You sighed softly before looking back to the two men, the vines disappearing before you ran towards them. You nearly bowled Loki over with the force of your hug, pressing your head against his chest as you were so thankful to see him again. Steve smiled, a hint of sadness that you hadn’t hugged him first, but he understood. With a pat to Loki’s shoulder, he left to go tell the others you were safe.

    “I’m so glad you’re alright,” Loki muttered against your hair. “By Valhalla, I’m so glad.”

    For the first time since you had been there, you smiled. “Loki…” your voice was still only a whisper. 

    He gently cupped your cheeks to tilt your head up and, without a moment's hesitation, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his.

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Hero Mentality - Part 14 - End

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 908

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! That’s a wrap. Requests are always open and I do tag for all stories just shoot me a message if you want that.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Your morning was busy. You woke up and had to get over to Nat’s hotel for hair and makeup with all the ladies, while Peter had to stay with the guys and sit around while they got pictures taken and all that. Then there was getting to the venue and making sure everything was in place. You didn’t find Peter until things were getting ready to start. Apparently he’d been helping the other guys help people find their seats.

Peter was amazed when he saw you. “You look great,” He greeted you, a smile on his face.

You smiled back, a small blush painting your cheeks. “Thanks, Peter, so do you.” You kissed his cheek making him blush now too.

“Can I walk you to your seat?” He offered.

You chuckled but nodded. You took a few steps away from him.

Peter honestly couldn’t help the once over he gave you, you looked more stunning than usual.

You looked back just in time to catch him. “I saw that,” You chuckled, offering him your hand. “You checked me out.”

Peter’s face turned bright red as he stuttered over his words.

“It’s okay, Peter. Honestly, it’s honestly really nice.” You stepped back to him and laced your fingers with his.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, still embarrassed.

“Do you do that often?” You asked, trying to get him to lighten up a little. “‘Cause I’ll be honest, I do.”

Peter looked at you surprised. He’d never once seen you do that, or thought that you would. But then he realized he was actually dating you now. You had to like him since that was the case. And considering you obviously did, of course you have. He gave your hand a small squeeze. “Yeah well, you’re too pretty to not look at.”

You gently bumped your hip into his, smiling at him.

He smiled back and you took your seat next to your father and Pepper. You greeted them and it wasn’t long before the wedding was starting.

Nat and Bucky had decided that they had too many close friends and family that they weren’t going to do do bridesmaids and groomsmen. So it was just Maria that walked down the aisle first and Steve was already standing behind Bucky.

You almost started crying when Nat came down the aisle with Fury. She looked beautiful, and it was so cute that she asked the man that had been the closest thing to a father to her to give her away.

The ceremony was beautiful, and a few stray tears did slip down your cheeks during their vows. By the time it was over you couldn’t believe how fast it went. All that time it took to plan, and get ready and it was already done. It felt like the pictures afterwards took longer than the actual wedding.

Even the first chunk of the reception seemed to fade away. You were having fun though. It was nice to spend time with your family. You were glad you got to spend this time with them and Peter.

You laughed and cried during the speeches that were given for the bride and groom. You also cried during the couple’s first dance and Nat’s dance with Nick. And every time Peter smiled faintly and wiped away your tears.

Then the party really started when the guests started to make their way to the dance floor. Of course, you pulled Peter from the table to dance as well. He was nervous and hesitant, but you easily got him to move with you to the fun music and dance away any awkwardness he was feeling about dancing.

When a slow song started though, he tensed right back up. “I-I don’t think this is a good idea.”

You smiled gently at him and pulled him close to you. “Come on Peter, we don’t even have to move, we can just sway, okay?”

He nodded his head as you slid your arms around his neck. He hesitantly placed his hands on your hips.

You smiled at him and swayed with him to the music. “This is nice,” You whispered, your face was right next to him so you had to glance at him from the side.

He nodded again, “Y-yeah,” he agreed, looking at you now.

You let out a soft breath before brushing your nose to his cheek. “I’m glad we’re doing this, Peter.”

He sighed softly at the touch. “So am I…” He sent a quick glance down to your lips, making you smile.

“Damn kid,” Sam said from behind him, dancing with his date. “Kiss‘er already.”

“I agree,” Thor said, from behind you. “There is no reason to delay any longer.”

Peter blushed deeply.

You rolled your eyes. “Leave him alone guys.”

“I-I kind of agree with them,” Peter said, quietly.

You blushed a little as you looked back to him.

He removed a hand from your back to your cheek. He thumbed it softly, making you smile again. He didn’t wait any longer before he pulled you closer and kissed you.

“Finally,” you heard Steve from somewhere off to your side, Sharon’s chuckle followed.

You waved him off and tried to continue kissing your boyfriend but sadly, he pulled away.

His hand returned to your back as the song came to an end and another picked up. He was smiling though, and that was all you cared about.

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Hi! Could I request some rami x reader fabulousness? Not gonna lie I kinda want it to be angsty but if you don’t wanna do that, it’s fine. You can do whatever you want (I just really want angst right now😂) love your writing :) xx

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i thrive on angst :))))))

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Pickle

Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Steve Rogers Warnings: sexual tension Summary: Bucky Barnes has developed a crush on his best friend’s sister. Word Count: 800+ A/N: I used the comic birthdate! Let me know if y’all want the second part :)

Being Steve Rogers’ sister meant being around James Buchanan Barnes more than you wanted. Inevitably, James one day realised that he looked at you, not like a little sister, but someone he could be with. Of course, he was under a brotherly code which should never be broken. But sometimes impulses and desire were stronger than a plan to do good. He tried to fight it but failed horribly.

You were sixteen, he was seventeen. Bucky had suggested that you all take a trip to the beach due to the beautiful weather. He completely forgets that you’re not the baby you once were, that two pieces were all the fads at the time. You say you’d meet the boys there with your friend Maggie. Bucky lets you know that he and Steve will be underneath the tree near the car park so yourself and Maggie could have some shade. Plans were done and dusted. You did as said and met them under the tree.

“Steve, Barnes, this is Maggie.” Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You and your two piece swimsuit. It seemed like everything came in when you were hiding in your winter clothes. When he thinks everything, he means everything. Steve shoves Bucky.

“Uh, hi, I’m Barnes- Um, Bucky.” He was saying hello to Maggie but his eyes were on you. He held out his hand to her, his eyes never leaving you. She giggled as she shook his hand, making you roll your eyes.

“Anyway, Maggie and I are going for a swim… See ya!” You announced, leaving him speechless. You grabbed your blonde-haired friend and lead her to the water. You both met some cute guys that wanted to play splash with the both of you. It made you laugh but you were both having fun. Bucky watched from the sand, playing football with Steve and some friends who were willing to join. Soon enough, Steve was ready to opt out, his asthma kicking in. Luckily, you had packed his med kit. As Bucky went to throw the ball, he stops. He looks at you laughing in the water with some other guy. He scoffs and throws the ball straight at the boy’s face, making him clutch the now bleeding cut on his eyebrow. You turn to find a guilty face - Bucky. You walk up to him with a strut.

“James Buchanan Barnes! What. Is. Your. Problem!?” You put your hands on your hips and looked at him with disagreeance.

“He was playin’ a little too close with ya, doll.” The nickname threw you off, he’d never called you that before, “A little too close than I’d like.”

“You’re unbelievable, Barnes, truly!”

“Go play with Maggie, huh?” He winked at you and tapped the underside of your chin, making you groan in frustration, “You’re cute when you’re angry!” He calls out. He looks back at Steve who looks at him disapprovingly, making him clear his throat and look away.

Over time the attraction grew. Bucky took you to carnivals, movies, and dancing but all the while with Steve. It was his cover. ‘Uh, maybe we should bring Y/N, ya’know, just for fun’. Steve wasn’t an idiot, he knew what was going on and he himself knew that it was inevitable.

By the time, he was twenty-one and you were twenty, Bucky had enlisted in the army and was successfully accepted. You were at home with curlers in your hair and a magazine shoved up against your nose. A light breeze came in through your open window. The sound of dogs barking in the night and the sound of bike bells ringing throughout the street.

“Ain’t pretty girls supposed to be havin’ fun tonight, doll?” You knew exactly who it was.

“Steve know you’re peakin’ through my window like a creep, Barnes?” Your eyes never left the magazine as he crawled through your window and sat at the end of your bed, “You smell like cheap perfume and you have fifteen-cent lipstick on your uniform, do you have standards?”

“I’m here with you, I like to hope I have standards.”

“What do you want, Bucky?” You put the magazine on your lap and look up at Bucky. He sighed and stood up, walking around to the free space on your left side. He sat down.

“I get shipped out tomorrow morning.”

“So?” You were acting like you didn’t care but inside, you were dying to asking him not to leave.

“So, I took some girls dancing.” You scoffed, “I left them because I realised that the only person I want to be with on my last night, is you.” You hadn’t realised how close he was.

“You’re crazy, Barnes.”

“Crazy ‘bout you, doll.” You stared at him adoringly. You eyes big and bold. You crashed your lips against his, moving feverishly. You moved on top of him and pushed his hat off, grabbing onto his hair. He kissed down your neck, his hand gripping your hips tightly.

“This is so wrong- Oh god!” You moaned, his lips capturing your hard nipple.

“Should we stop?”

“Absolutely not.” The curlers in your hair had fallen out and he had lifted your singlet off, “Wait, Bucky?” He stopped immediately.

“Yeah, doll?”

“I’m a virgin.” Bucky Barnes was now in a pickle.

A moral pickle.

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The Company Rules // Chapter Four

Pairing/Character: Harry Styles x Reader, Angel Miles (OFC), Adrienne Johnson (OFC), Carlos Flint (OMC) Warnings: SMUT, swearing, alcohol abuse, angsty things Summary:After landing a job that pays well straight out of college, you and your friends go out to celebrate at a new and popular club in town. As you dance and drink the night away, you meet Harry Styles. It was just silly fun, you would never see him again, right? Word Count: 1.5k+ A/N: Oops they finally fuck! Had a whole lot of fun and tears writing this!

CHAPTER THREE

The flight back to New York was tedious. You wanted to get off the goddamn plane and get on Harry. It was killing you. He looked so good beside you. You wanted nothing more than to-

“Earth t’Y/N? Yeh feelin’ okay, love?” He interrupted your sinful thoughts, his hand waving in front of your face,

“Yes, sorry, what were you saying?”

“Meet yeh in the bathroom in five?” He says raising his eyebrows, “Can’t take ‘notha second without touchin’ yeh, yeh look so goddamn good.”

“Make it three.” He takes his seat belt off and casually makes his way into the bathroom. Three minutes later, you followed him, knocking three times. He opened the door, his cheeky face making an appearance. He let you in as he took you by the hand and closed the door, kissing you as soon as it was locked, “Jesus, it’s so small.” You laughed in between kisses.

“Yeah I kno’, sorry.” His hand makes its way down into your jeans, lightly touching your clothed clit. You sighed with pleasure,

“Fuck.”

“Feel good?” He asks, his lips on your neck,

“Ye-es,” His fingers made their way into your panties and began rubbing your clit, feeling your warm and wet slit, “Harry, oh- Oh fuck!” His middle finger entered you. You pulled down your jeans as he thrusted his finger in and out of you,

“Yeh so fuckin’ wet, pet.”

“Just fuck me, please!” You shriek. Suddenly, he bends you over the toilet, making you laugh, “This is so romantic.”

“Shuddup.” He thrusts into you, making you moan loudly. His hand covered your mouth as he pushed in and out of you. To be fair, sex had never felt quite this fucking good. God, you could have this every day, “Yeh so fuckin’ tight, kitten.”

“Oh god, please!” He hit every spot like it was his goddamn job. Your legs were turning into jelly, you insides were melting. You needed this so badly, you’ve wanted this for months. Every built up tension was released during this moment and fuck did it feel so good,

“I can feel yeh, yeh gonna cum.” You nodded. He thrusted faster and deeper. He grunted as you clenched around him. His one hand gripping your hip roughly and his other rubbing your throbbing clit,

“Har- Harry! Fuck!”

“I kno’,” He leans over and kisses a trail down you neck as he thrusts into you, “Cum fo’ me.” He once again covers your mouth as you came around him. He groans and grunts before pulling out of you and stroking his cock and releasing on your ass, “Oh fuck, princess.” He sighs and a chuckles, “Tha’s seven months of no sex.” He takes a tissue and starts wiping his cum off of you,

“You haven’t had sex in seven months!?” He nods,

“Jus’ waitin’ for yeh.”

“You’re crazy.” You laugh as you pull up your pants,

“So ar’you.” He kisses you, “Welcome to the mile-high club.” You smack his arm and laugh.

You fell asleep after your little adventure to the bathroom. Right beside Harry. Thank God for private jets. Soon enough you were at JFK Airport, ready to head home. When you exited the airport, things got a bit too crazy. You guessed the paps found out about Harry’s return and came to greet him at the airport. But the flashes were too much. The loudness of it all was intense. You felt like you could breathe, like you were being suffocated. You were frozen. You couldn’t move. Harry grabbed your bags and flung them into the car before grabbing you and leading you inside. He hurried beside you and slammed the door closed, asking the driver politely to drive on.

“Talk t’me, yeh okay?” He caressed your cheek sweetly, “M’sorry, sweetheart, Di’n’t kno’ they’d turn up.”

“It’s okay, they were just a little bit intense.”

“They can get like tha’ sometimes, worse as well, y’kno’?”

“How do you do it?” You look back at him and he kisses your cheek,

“Sunglasses usually do the trick an’ jus’ pushin’ them when they get too close.” You chuckle,

“Sunglasses?” He nods, “I think I’ll invest in some.” You both laugh and he ends up kissing you, giggling in between. Your phone begins to ring making you pull away from his kiss. It was Carlos.

“Hey Carlos, is everything okay?” You greet him,

“Y/N, I need you to stop by the office as soon as possible.” He sounded firm and serious. Something bubbled up inside of you. Something was not right,

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come right now.”

“Who was tha’?” Harry asked,

“The uh, big boss. I gotta get to the office.” Harry directed the driver to your office and he gave you a kiss before exiting the car.

You greeted Nicky at the desk before making your way up to your office. In your office sat, Carlos. A magazine in hand, his eyes filled with disappointment. He slammed the magazine on your desk which made you flinch. You walked over to your desk and picked up the magazine, reading the headline; Not Just A Lawyer: Harry Styles’ Secret Girlfriend.

“I- I can explain.” You panicked,

“I’d really like one, Y/N.”

“I knew him before I started working for him, o-okay? It was a one time thing.” Carlos massaged his head,

“I’m sorry, I have to ask, have you had any sexual relations since?” He looks at you intently whilst you stayed silent, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I have to suspend you-”

“No, please, Carlos! I am begging you, I didn’t mean for this to happen! This job-”

“I have to suspend you indefinitely.” You sobbed, “I’m sorry, Y/N.” And with that, he exited the room.

When you got home, it still hadn’t hit you that you had lost your job. You rushed over to your fridge and took out the bottle of vodka. You took a swig and from then on everything went downhill. You turned on your Spotify through your Bluetooth speakers and ‘Woman’ came on, making you drown yourself further in alcohol.

When you hadn’t called Harry in two days, he became suspicious. He decided to stop by your office. He greeted Nicky at the desk who looked at him with sympathy.

“Wha’s up?” He asked, noticing the weird stare,

“You’re looking for Y/N, aren’t you?” He nodded, “She uh, doesn’t work here anymore.”

“Wha’d’ya mean?”

“She got suspended for, y’know, screwing you.”

“I gotta go.” He started ringing you, only to be greeted by your voicemail message, “Come on, Y/N, pick up, will yeh?” He rushed over to your apartment and started knocking on the door, “Y/N, open the door, we need t’talk.” He knocked again but nothing, just the sound of music blasting from your apartment. He reaches above your door and grabs the spare key hidden between the broken crack of the door frame. He unlocks the door and finds you sitting on the couch with a bottle of tequila in your hand, “Jesus Christ, it’s 12 o’clock in th’aft’anoon.” He takes the bottle out of your hand,

“No! This is mine, get your own!” You slur,

“Sweetheart, it’s 12 o’clock, wha’s wrong?”

“Lost my job.”

“I kno’, sweetheart, M’sorry.” He pried the bottle out of your hand as you sobbed, “C’mon.” He helped you up and although you could barely walk, you did so towards the bathroom, “Y’okay with this?” You nodded and he began to strip you of your clothing after turning on the hot water in the shower. The hot water ran down your body and you couldn’t help but grab his hand and held it close to you. You could lose everything but if you had Harry, you’d be alright.

He bathed you, clothed you, and cared you back to your normal self. He cuddled you when you sobbed and kissed your tears away, telling you everything was going to be alright. When you fell asleep, Harry slipped away. Driving himself straight to your office, he marched straight upstairs and knocked on Carlos’ office door.

“Mr. Styles, what can I do for you?” Carlos greeted, standing up and shaking his hand,

“Look, I kno’ there’s a policy, a rule but, we knew each oth’a befo’ she even worked here.” He stayed standing up even though Carlos offered him a seat, “Our relationship nev’a even affected her work, can’t yeh see she’s dedicated? She’s gonna be the best goddamn lawyer yeh’ll ev’a had and yeh’re a goddamn idiot if yeh let our relationship get in the way.” Carlos cleared his throat and stood up again, straightening his suit,

“I see you’ve heard about her suspension,” Harry nods, “but the policy still stands, Mr. Styles, she broke the company rules.”

“Lemme ask yeh this, is her work any less than wha’ it was befo’?” Carlos shakes his head, “Is she losin’ interest in her job?” Carlos shakes his head once again, “Then wha’s the fuckin’ problem because from wha’ I can see, she’s been workin’ harder than ever an’ she wants t’be better an’ she’s made this goddamn company better than it ever has.” Carlos stands there for a moment and takes a deep breath,

“Tell her I need a copy of all of your contracts by Monday morning.” Harry smiles and thanks him, exiting the room to drive back to your apartment and spend the night with you in his arms.

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The Company Rules // Chapter Six (FINAL)

Pairing/Character: Harry Styles x Reader, Angel Miles (OFC), Adrienne Johnson (OFC), Carlos Flint (OMC) Warnings: swearing, slapping, unwanted touching Summary: After landing a job that pays well straight out of college, you and your friends go out to celebrate at a new and popular club in town. As you dance and drink the night away, you meet Harry Styles. It was just silly fun, you would never see him again, right? Word Count:1k+ A/N: Epilogue coming soon!!!!

CHAPTER FIVE

You felt your heart drop. You weren’t sad. You weren’t heartbroken. You just felt betrayed and nothing would make you more furious than the feeling of betrayal. You would’ve given your life for this person. Your everything. You did everything to keep her happy. You knew Angel was spoilt, she’d always been. There was no other way but her way. But you never would’ve guessed that you end up in her web. She made you believe that you were sisters, that she’d give everything just like you would, but you were nothing. Just the gum and dirt between her Jimmy Choo’s.

You slammed the phone down on the table, swearing you’d just cracked the screen. You stomped to your room, grabbed some jeans and slammed the door closed behind you. You angrily sped walked the six blocks to her apartment; banging on the door when you arrived there. She swung the door open, some boring, anxiety-ridden tv show playing in the background.

“Y/N-” Before she could continue, your hand planted straight across her cheek, making her stumble a few steps back, “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“How dare you! I trusted you! You were like a fucking sister to me! Tell me, tell me what I fucking did to deserve this!”

“Francesca.” She mumbled under her breath. She looked up at you, her eyes fiery, burning almost like the slap she had on her face. “You stole him away from me! He was supposed to be mine!”

“Who? Harry!?”

“Yes! I saw him first, we locked eyes, you saw that!” You scoffed which then turned into laughter filled with disbelief.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“You’ve always been jealous of me, I know, I fucking know!” You stared at her, eyes wide.

“Jealous? Jealous of what? I’ve never been jealous of you, you’ve got nothing I need to be jealous of!”

“You’re jealous because I’m better than you, prettier than you, because I’ve always caught the attention of men that you thought wanted you!” You laughed.

“Grow the fuck up, Angel, you’re not getting any younger, this little game of yours,” you gestured between the both of you, “it’s over. He doesn’t want you. He’s chosen to be with me, to be my boyfriend whether you like it or not!” You snapped the friendship bracelet on your wrist and threw it on the ground, the beads scattering everywhere, “You’re out, Angel.” With that, you slammed her door closed. Leaving her with the imprint of her departure from your life and an imprint of your hand across her face.

You stormed back into your apartment and slammed the door closed. Tears running down your face. Tears which should not be mistaken for sadness but none other than frustration from betrayal. In a way, you felt defeated. Like your efforts were defeated. As if you had lost something. You knew that that ‘something’ shouldn’t have you feeling like you lost something, but you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t too long before your train of thought derailed its track. Your phone rang. Adrienne. You pressed the green button and greeted her.

“I- I don’t know what to say…” She began, “I had no part in this, I want you to know that.”

“Ri, if I’m being honest, at this point in time, I have no idea who to believe.” She clicked her tongue and you could see her, in your mind, nodding her head.

“I understand, I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Me too, Ri, me too.” You hung up the phone and dropped your head into your hands, letting out a frustrated sigh before deciding to go for a walk to cool yourself off.

HARRY POV

Today felt unnatural to Harry. Like everything was wrong. Well, the odds weren’t exactly in his favour today and he knew the only person who could make this Hell into Heaven was Y/N. All he had to do was see her smile or just stare at him one moment too long and everything would be so much better. He kept calling her and calling her but no answer. Eventually he tried to pay her a visit but, as stated before, the odds were not in his favour today. As always, he just let himself in; confirming that you were not home. He sat on your bed. Sitting turning into laying, then laying turning into napping. He jolted awake when the door slammed shut. He got up from your soft bed and rushed out the bedroom door.

“Ah’was waitin’ for yeh, p-” He looked at the figure standing before him, her finger tracing the bench top, “Oh… Angel, hi.” She slowly walked towards him.

“Even my name just coming out of your mouth is beautiful.” Her finger traced his chest, making him squirm.

“Wha’re yeh doin?”

“Tell me, Harry, what is it about her? Hm? What’s so appealing?”

“Wha’?”

“She’s not even that pretty, you could have me, Harry.” Her thumb grazes against his bottom lip.

“I don’ wan’ yeh.”

“Fuck! I don’t get it!” She exclaimed, “She is nothing compared to me! I’m perfect for you, Harry.” She grabs his cheeks and tries to forcefully kiss him. He is then forced to shove her away. She gasps. “Can’t you see that everything I’ve done is to be with you? I stayed being her friend, I ruined her career, her reputation, goddamn it! I’m in love with you!”

“A’m sorry, Angel bu’ I jus’ don’ feel tha’ way abou’ yeh… A’m in love with Y/N an’ I can’ explain why, she’s jus’ it fo’ me, I love her.”

“She’s nothing compared to me, Harry, I can promise you that.”

“I kno’,” He paused for a moment as Angel began to unbutton her shirt, “she’s better.” Unbeknownst to him, she was standing outside, listening in to the entire thing. She entered the room before Angel could say or do another thing.

“You can leave.” She said passively, “You heard him, straight from a primary source, he doesn’t want you. He’s got me.” Angel walked over to her, Harry quite scared that Angel was going to touch her. His love. But nothing.

“Fuck you.” Angel spat.

“No one wants to, not even Harry.” Y/N threw back, making Harry’s eyes widen. When Angel finally left, Y/N ran up to Harry and kissed him like all the energy from her body would just leave her body and go into his, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harry says, “An’ I meant ev’ry word I said.”

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Ice Cream Run (Peter Parker x Reader)

When you catch Peter outside your apartment nearly in tears and wearing what looks like a ridiculous pajama set, you decide that there can only be two people that could help him: two buddies named Ben and Jerry.

Peter Parker x Reader

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Peter Parker was left on the street with nothing but the cheap tourist clothes that hung on his body. He stared at the grimy concrete sidewalk that was covered in gum and old papers. Tears threatening to leak out of his eyes, stinging and watering all at once. He felt his teeth clench together and his lips press tightly, trying to hold himself back. He suddenly looked up from the ground, mentally readying himself to step inside and make sure May didn’t murder him on top of everything else that he’d lost today.

You were sitting on your apartment steps just a building over, your lips parted only slightly threatening to call out to him. That was Peter, wasn’t it? You two didn’t go to the same school together because Peter was practically a genius and you were just average but you were neighbors. When you were younger you’d practically force him to play some sort of ridiculous game that you would make up on the spot constantly, but ever since middle school things had just gotten distant. You didn’t let it bother you, after all, this was all just hormones. Peter had gotten super busy with his new school and his Stark internship so since then you just hadn’t seen him around. But now he was practically screaming for help.

He looked upset… maybe you should just leave him be. It had been so long since you two had talked it was probably going to end up super awkward. But goodness… that look on his face. It was as if someone just tossed their puppy out in the backyard for the night for chewing their shoes. He just didn’t deserve to look that sad. 

“Hey, Parker!” You shouted from the steps causing his neck to snap towards you his entire body jerking in surprise. 

“Oh Y/N… what’s going on?” He asked sniffling himself quickly trying to regain his composure so that he could speak to you like a normal human being.

“I’m bored out of my mind!! Come on let's go on a snack run!” You encouraged jumping off your steps. Now that you were closer, you could clearly see his red eyes probably fresh from crying. 

“I don’t know, I should probably get back to Aunt May… she’s waiting for me and she’s already worried enough,” You saw him look up at his apartment window glumly. 

You bit your lip. “It’ll be quick I promise,” You said sincerely. “I just wanna talk you know? We never see each other anymore,”

He took one last sad glance at the window before turning back to you. “Just for a few minutes alright? I really have to get back to May,” he said. You nodded beginning to walk to the corner. “That’s all I need.” 

The first minute of your walk was left in complete silence. Maybe Peter needed that too, a moment to collect himself before he could have the chance to cry again.

“Okay Parker, you know that we’re friends but I’ve gotta ask,” You said motioning to his hello kitty pajama pants. “What the heck happened to you?”

“It’s… a long story…” Peter said through tight lips before taking the lead across the street to head closer to the bodega. You nodded. Obviously, this was going to be harder than you initially thought.

“How’s genius school huh? I bet you’re like the top student there nerdface,” Did you really just call him nerdface??? When he was crying like two seconds earlier??? Goddamnit Y/N, have some respect for the kid! 

“It's fine but….” He heaved a heavy sigh. “Nevermind.”

“What? No!” You shouted taking him by the arm. “Parker… I know this is like super weird and awkward because we don’t see each other often and I’m not a super genius like you but…I can at least tell when someone’s got something important on their mind.” You looked up at him trying not to let yourself cry at the sight of his own tears.

He looked like he was the complete epitome of sad. The skin around his nose and eyes were blotchy and red his eyes were still practically watering. His posture was slacked as if he didn’t care if he got run over, hands stuffed in his pockets and back slouched. His hair was a mess and you thought you saw some slight bruises on his arms.

“You’re not getting bullied again are you…?!” You asked the realization setting in. “Did someone force you into that?! Oh god, Peter should I call the police?? I bet it was that one kid… what’s his name Ftalz?? Farts??? Whoever that little shit is I’m gonna roll up into mid-tech and lay waste to his skinny ass-“

“God Y/N, I lost the internship with Stark!!!!” He shouted finally running his hands through his hair in a craze. He tugged at it quickly sucking in sharp loud breaths trying not to break out in another sob fest.  “Is that what you wanted to hear?? You happy that you have me all figured out?!” He screamed now. You could feel the bitterness of his words in every sentence. You saw that there wasn’t any real anger behind him although…just…sadness.

“Hey hey hey….” You said suddenly softer than ever. “I’m sorry Parker I just… shit. I know I can be a busybody, I just wanted to make sure you were good…” You muttered. You stood in front of the bodega with him the pale blue flickering lights scattering across your faces while the night continued quietly. Everything felt delicate and intimate, and you knew that you needed to be careful at the moment. 

“Let’s get some snacks and then if you want, we can talk about it?” You pulled him into the store with you heading straight for the ice box that sat in the corner of the building. You slid the box open and fished inside your fingers dancing across each cold treat with a bit of excitement. If ice cream didn’t cheer up Peter you didn’t know what would.

“They’ve got Cherry Garcia,” you coaxed shaking the ice cream tub gently in front of his face. He only gave you a nod looking around the store seeming lost. You grabbed a tub of cookies and milk ice cream before paying for your sweet icy treat.

“Let’s just chill out and eat some ice cream okay? Nothing a good ole tub of Ben and Jerry’s cant solve!”

The two of you walked out of the store and you handed him his Cherry Garcia. He slowly took it in his hands staring at the small offering before speaking up.

“Listen Y/N… I’m sorry if I was out of line it’s just….its been a hard day.” He confessed. The ice cream was cold almost to the point where it stung at the tips of his fingers but he only clenched it tighter. “With the internship gone I just…”

“Hey,” you interrupted him as you walked together. “I know this is probably a lot for you to handle right now Parker… I just, I want you to know that even though I’m not with you twenty-four seven… that I’m here for you, you know?” You felt your feet stop in front of your respective buildings. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything about what happened today if it hurts too much. I mean the wound is still fresh after all,” You shrugged.  You felt his expression relax only a twinge. It was obvious that trying to explain everything was a huge stress to his demeanor.  

“Thanks, Y/N… for everything.” He said lifting his tub of ice cream in front of him as if he were to say cheers.

 “I should probably just… head into my apartment before Aunt May murders me but… really,” He turned back at you again the sincerity in his gaze could have melted the ice cream in your hands. “Thank you.”

“No problem Parker,”You felt yourself smile. “And hey, if your aunt doesn’t kill you after whatever happened you should swing by the steps and we can properly have our little ice cream date!” You snickered heading up the building stairs.

“Yeah, thanks Y/N… w-wait date???”

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[minnie-marvel]

Sibling Rivalry (Thor or Loki x Reader) Part 1

When Tony Stark throws you a birthday party, two Asgardian princes clash for your affections. What comes next is your decision!

Thor or Loki x Reader

Words: 1,411

A/N: HAH!!!!! This was a really cool prompt suggested by @laurfangirl424 Check out her work too at @lucky-charms-writes !! The second parts will be up either tomorrow or Sunday depending on how I’m feeling!! Stay Frosty honey bunnies!

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Thor and Loki Odinson stared at the invitation that sat in front of them on the table. It was an invitation to your birthday party that was tonight. The two brothers sat in silence as they stared at the printed paper. 

“Well brother,” Thor started taking the note into his hands. “I’ll be going to this party tonight and I’ll tell Y/N that you send your regards,” he said raising a fist before lightning crashed down on himself transforming him into a tight v-neck and jeans.

“Now wait just a moment Thor,”  Loki snatched the invitation out of his hands promptly before casting an illusion spell on himself so that he wore a sleek black suit. “If you think that I’ll be leaving you alone with Y/N, you’re a bigger fool than I initially thought.” He said. “I’m coming with you.”

Thor gave a sly smirk looking back at his brother. “Why Loki, you’ve never been so open about your feelings, especially about a woman” he chuckled. Loki rolled his eyes straightening his tie. 

“You may have been a favorite among the women of Asgard but this is one maiden I shall not let you have,” he said slicking his hair back to make himself look his best.

“Shall we call a truce then?” Thor questioned crossing his arms. “I swear upon my throne-”

“Our throne,”

“I swear upon our throne that I shall not flirt with lady Y/N if you don’t as well,” he said stretching his hand forward in front of his brother. Loki looked at the open hand and grinned taking it in his shaking it firmly. “Agreed,” he promised. 

“And who knows,” Thor continued after beginning to walk out of the compound. 

“Perhaps soon Y/N will choose one of us willingly so we needn’t quarrel over her any longer,” He shrugged.

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You stood around in the venue hall feeling a little awkward. Sure, this party was for your birthday but it didn’t feel like you belonged. After hearing that your birthday had come and gone the weekend before without anything as much as happy birthday serenade, Tony insisted that he throw you a party. Of course, all the Avengers were invited as well as a couple of shield agents but for a moment it seemed like it was more so a party made for him than you. You didn’t mind that either, after all, you’d rather not have all the attention on you. You preferred to lay low in the background.

You would have been able to do just that too if it weren’t for two godly brothers.

“Ah Lady Y/N!! What a pleasure it is to see you on your birthday!” Thor called loudly approaching you with Loki following close behind.  You smiled sweetly at him as he opened his arms to hug you. Before he could wrap his arms around you, Loki slipped ahead quickly embracing you lifting you up gently.  

“Happy birthday dear Y/N,” he smiled back at you putting you down gently. You laughed happily. “Thank you Loki, it means so much,” You smiled.

“Yes Y/N, I bid you the happiest of birthdays as well!” Thor said lifting you in the air giving you a twirl to just be slightly more daring than his brother. He set you down on the ground finally as Loki rolled his eyes. Obviously, his little trick wasn’t so well received. 

“I didn’t think you two would come!” you confessed. “At least not…together,” You said your eyes shifting between the two of them.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world Y/N,” Thor smiled. “After all it was your birthday,” Loki interjected. “Its an important day for you and I’d only wish to-” Thor interjected him with a loud cough.

“…We would only wish to spend it with you,” he drawled trying not to glare at his brother in front of you.

“That means a lot you two,” you smiled. “Why don’t I get you guys something? You’re probably staving,” You said starting to walk past them.

“Let me come with you Y/N,” Loki began to walk beside you making Thor, of course, want to walk with you too on your other side.  Your smile wavered. Okay, you were starting to feel a little suffocated.

“Actually, why don’t I stay back here,” you said stopping suddenly. “You two are big boys I’m sure you can handle yourselves!” You laughed sheepishly beginning to stray back to the back of the venue becoming a wallflower at your own party.

After you were out of earshot Loki slapped his brother arm harshly. “Good job you oaf!” he hissed. “You’ve gone and scared her off!” he whispered walking to the bar to pick up a drink for her and himself.

“Like you’ve done any better brother,” Thor mumbled. “What was that about promising not to make any advances on Y/N hm?!” He grumbled. 

“Like you weren’t thinking the same thing Mr. ah! Let me twirl you into the air like some sort of princess!!” Loki rolled his eyes. 

“Only because you stole my hug away!” Thor insisted while grabbing a drink.

“Oh boo-hoo I’m Thor I’m so easily hurt by a stolen hug wah wah wah!” He snickered rolling his eyes.

“You’re acting immature brother,” Thor muttered taking a long gulp.

“You mean like you are one hundred percent of the time?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

Thor’s eyebrows furrowed. “Let’s just get back to Y/N, so she’s not lonely.” He said grabbing another drink for you.

“Who said she is?” Loki asked with a grin.

“You didn’t…” Thor said throwing his drink straight through his brother causing the drink to fall to the floor and break into pieces. “That sneaky son of a-”

Meanwhile, Loki was chatting you up back at the wall. 

“Tell me Y/N, have you really aged at all in your life? I swear you’re as beautiful as a rose,” he smiled watching your eyes closely.

You smiled trying to hide a smile. “You’re too kind Loki,” You said taking a sip of the drink that he had gotten for you ages ago while Thor argued with his afterimage.  Thor found himself stomping over to the two of you. “Ah, there you are, brother, what took you so long?” Loki asked a mischievous grin on his lips.

“I’m not certain what came upon me…” Thor lied a anger laced in his voice. When he saw you look at him he visibly softened. “Y/N, I hope you’ve been having a splendid birthday weekend,” he said earnestly taking your hand. He laid a soft kiss upon it causing a shiver to run down your spine. All this attention was making you flustered.

Loki coughed loudly making Thor take his hand away gently. 

“It’s been interesting, to say the least,” You laughed. “I honestly didn’t want a party, this was all Tony’s doing,” you explained. “You know how he can be,” You finished with a shrug.

“What? But it’s your birthday!” Thor said happily. “The day of your birth is cause for celebration no?” he asked.

“It is but-”

“You idiot, not everyone raves day and night feasting without sleep as you do,” Loki mentioned flanking at him out of the corner of his eye arms crossed.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I dislike parties-”

“Well not everyone prefers to stay in the shadows all day as you, brother!” he retorted.

The two went back and forth again in front of your causing you to shuffle in place awkwardly. You looked around for someone anyone, Steve, Tony, Bruce. You just needed someone to split them up. Unfortunately, no one came to your rescue. You took a breath and finally made a step forward. 

“Hey you two, why don’t you take a break?” you said trying not to show aggravation in your voice. The two of them exchanged looks having been caught in the act and looked back at you ashamed.

“Right,” Thor said with a nod. “Many apologies,” Loki mumbled looking at the ground. “Sorry to have bothered you Y/N, we’ll take a moment to collect ourselves,” Thor promised beginning to walk off. Loki followed his lead walking in a different direction.

You heaved a sigh. Sure, you wanted them to stop fighting but now that they were gone you suddenly felt that you were lonelier than when the party had first begun. You looked at your drink quickly before finishing it and taking a breath. You knew you had to reconcile them but the question remained:

Who were you going after first?

                       I choose Thor!        ----------       I choose Loki!

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I wont say I’m in love (Thor x Reader) [Disney Week]

As Thor’s assistant you’ve always tried to maintain a professional relationship with him,but being so close to a literal god has left you feeling flushed and conflicted with feelings you’ve been trying to deny ever since you took on the job

Thor x Reader

Words: 1030

Disneyweek Lineup: Quill

A/N: WHOOOOO second part of Disney week!!! I’ll be taking down three more requests after this so be on the lookout!!! I literally had to take a breather in the middle of writing this fic. Thor is just....TOO MUCH. I WOULD GLADLY TAKE A LIGHTNING BOLT TO THE CHEST FOR HIM YOU DON’R UNDERSTAND-

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It was like something out of a romance movie. The moon was high above you as you stood beside Thor walking alone together throughout the compound gardens. The lights of the garden fountain only illuminated Thor’s famed godly features and added to the already romantic atmosphere. 

You hated it.

It wasn’t like you hated Thor. Far from it, you relished in the moments you spent with him. His laugh was warm and loud like a roaring fire that set your heart ablaze, his smile seemed to spark something deep inside as if he sent a volt of lightning from under your skin. He was practically perfect, but you couldn’t have him no matter how hard you tried. Being that you were his personal assistant at the Avengers compound it was unprofessional, and you knew if you acted on your feelings you’d have a bright target on your back for all your jealous co-workers. It was already much that you had to follow him around due to your job description, but actually being with him romantically would definitely earn you some green eyes of envy.

You tapped mercilessly on your phone as you walked beside Thor blowing a hair out of your eyes every so often. You couldn’t keep your mind on how handsome he was; you had a job to do.

“You have a publicity event with the rest of the Avengers on Friday in Los Angeles,” You kept your eyes glued to the screen as you read up on the details of the arrangement. 

“Los Angeles? What for?” Thor asked casually taking a moment to stretch his arm. You saw the deltoid and bicep flex together as he moved out of the corner of your eye and felt your face flush.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. 

You swallowed the rock in your throat.  “T-there’s uh… a statue unveiling in your honor. There’s going to be a big ceremony, Cap’s going to make a speech and there’s going to be an after party later in the evening,” You finished explaining as you reached the end of the email. Your eyes scanned over the final note and your head lifted up again to mention the last detail.

“Oh, and I’m supposed to ask you if have any plans to take a plus one?” You turned your head to him on instinct and instantly regretted it as you saw him bite down on the bottom of his lip as he looked up at the sky in thought.

“Not sure,” He said crossing his arms one finger tapping gently at his left triceps. “Would you like to come with me Y/N?” His blue eyes met yours and for a moment you thought someone had shot an arrow straight through your heart.

“I-I uh… I couldn’t…” Your voice started out frail and shy but broke out in a deadpan as you started to stare at the illuminated path below your feet. 

“Come now, you’re practically glued at my hip as it is, one evening with me shall not kill you,” He smiled down at your figure.

You felt your lips go dry as you tried to think of an excuse, any excuse that would keep you from being with Thor all night in the city of angels. One excuse so that you wouldn’t be beside him for once, not out of obligation but out of enjoyment. One excuse that would keep you away from his strong arms that would wrap themselves around your waist pulling you against him as he swayed along with you to soft music under the warm nights of California. 

Of course, you couldn’t think of anything. You stood there like an idiot staring at nothing when you felt Thor take you by the shoulder turning you to him.

“You don’t have to give me an answer if it’s making you nervous… my apologies for putting asking you so suddenly,” The genuine affection in his words was enough to make your heart practically leap out of its chest. 

“But…do think about it will you?” His voice was even softer now as he brought a hand to the top of your head pulling the stray hair that kept falling into your eyes behind your ear. You could feel your cheeks start to heat as his touch and you nodded slowly as he gave your shoulder a final pat before turning.

“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow then?”  He asked only looking over his shoulder slightly.

“You bet…!” You said your voice was half there, still in a dreamy daze. He left you alone in the gardens, feeling warm and giddy due to your feelings. He wanted to go with you to the party and was so understanding when you showed wariness to attend. People thought Thor was just some sort of womanizer bent on ravishing every pretty face but you knew the truth. He wasn’t just some muscle head who lifted woman on each arm (though his physique was quite a plus!). He was sweet and endearing, soft and passionate always took the time to take care of people who needed. He was a true hero heart and all, and it sucked.

“God, why is he so perfect!!!” You hissed pulling your hair once he was out of sight and earshot. You sighed angrily pacing back and forth in front of the fountain.

“Keep it together Y/N. You can’t do this to yourself!!” You said in a huff. “You’re a professional. It doesn’t matter that he’s perfection incarnate and has a heart of gold… or…. GODDAMNIT!!”

You sat on the rim of the fountain and flung your face into your hands. “I’m doing it again...” You muttered a scowl present on your face. You thought back to the Norse god and felt it melt away instantly and another sigh passed your lips. 

“I’m not…” You tried to clench your teeth tightly together. You didn’t even want the words to come out of your throat, but they flew out of you involuntarily. “I’m not in love…” Your face heated up and your body called your bluff instantly blushing a dark red.

Who were you kidding, you couldn’t even fool yourself.

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Home (Bruce Banner x Reader)

Your abilities to make anything vanish has always made touching things a challenge and your anxiety has only increased your powers and made them worst. When you have a panic attack, you have an expert on handling emotions show you the way.

Bruce Banner x Reader

Words: 1,038

Warnings: Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Self Depreciation

A/N: A short Bruce Banner oneshot request for @seven-magic-sins !! This was a really interesting prompt I hope you like it!!!

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This place isn’t your home. 

You said this to yourself over and over again as you rocked to and fro on the floor of the room Tony Stark had assigned to you. It was only your first day here and you were already miserable. You didn’t know anyone, everything was foreign to you, and your stomach kept twisting and turning into knots threatening to make you vomit. 

This place isn’t your home.

You were alone, you had been alone in Sokovia too, but you at least knew where you were. It had been years since your country was destroyed, and you had been moving from place to place trying not to be caught by any authority figures or worse- Hydra. 

They had taken you as a teenager, experimenting on you torturing you, making you use your powers to hurt innocent people. Since you were free, you never wanted to use your powers again. Now you were here in the Avenger’s compound, surrounded by people who were notorious for using their abilities on the rest of the world. You knew that they would try to use your abilities in the same way Hydra did you just knew it. The Avengers were just as dangerous as them; they destroyed your home and so many of the people in it, and now you were in their building.

Your breath hitched and you felt your heart beat accelerate. You stood up immediately, you couldn’t stay in your room you needed to get out. You went to the door and grabbed the knob twisting it, when suddenly the door shook dangerously as if a tremor suddenly appeared under it. The door began to collapse in on itself crunching and disappearing altogether in mere seconds. You stared at the open door to see a man looking at the newly opened door mouth gaped, coffee in hand. You thought you knew him but you didn’t have time to try and remember. You had to get out of here before you made the whole compound disappear.

“I’m sorry!” You whispered quickly running past him careful not to touch anything. You didn’t know where in the world you were going, everything was still new to you. 

“Hey, wait!!” he called starting to jog after you, dropping the mug to the floor uncaring of whether it broke or not. 

You took a glance back. This was your first mistake. Because you weren’t paying attention, you found yourself running straight into the living room tumbling over a chair and straight into the coffee table. You hissed in pain as you fell straight on your side, and then realized what you had done. You looked in horror as the furniture pieces started to crumble in on themselves disappearing one by one. You backed up on the floor with your palms. Your breath became rigid as you placed your face in your hands. 

This place ISN’T your home.

You couldn’t breathe. Your hands slid down to your neck in a feeble attempt to try and free an airway somehow; you couldn’t breathe. Everything was happening so fast and your brain was firing off a million messages to you with each minute that you struggled to get out of the compound.

You were surrounded by people who wanted to use you all your life what made the Avengers any different?

What made you any different? You had made people disappear without a trace, people who had families, loved ones, friends.

You were a monster.

You weren’t any better.

You just wanted to get out of this place… this place isn’t your home.

THIS PLACE ISN’T YOUR HOME!!!!

“Hey there…”

Your face shot up to look at the rugged man who had finally caught up to you thanks to the lack of obstacles he had in his way. “Hey uh… you’re Y/N, right? You just came to the compound..” he said softly kneeling down to you. You didn’t give an immediate answer you were still in shock.

“I’m Bruce,” he began. “Bruce Banner, I’m uh….”

“You’re the…hulk.” You whispered softly watching him.

“Yeah, the other guy kind of…precedes my actual identity it seems.”  He gave a soft laugh but you didn’t respond again. “Are you okay?” He reached out for you causing you to jerk back. “DON’T!” You shouted quickly grabbing your own hand. “I-I’ll only destroy you I-I was never able to control my powers and when I get like this…. Oh, god what am I going to do…” You whispered.

“T-this place isn’t my home…I destroy everything I touch, I’ve made so many people disappear… innocent people! People who loved, people who wanted to live! I-” Your breath became unsteady again.

“Hey,” Bruce said putting his hands up. “Just breathe alright? Nice and easy now.” 

You closed your eyes still holding your hands close to yourself and took a quick breath. “Keep going…” he whispered. Another breath came and you tried to empty your thoughts. Breathe…

“I…I think I’m a little better…” Bruce reached out for you again. You looked at him warily. “I trust you.” He stated his hand unmoving. Slowly your hand made his way to his and you touched him. You closed your eyes quickly fearful that when you opened your eyes Bruce would have disappeared within your grasp. When you opened your eyes he was still there, not only that, he was smiling at you. 

“See? I’m still here,” he told you. You felt his fingers interlock with yours. He was right, nothing was disappearing, he was still here and things were okay. He lifted you up gently to your feet. “Come on, we should probably get you a new door, and maybe explain to Tony why half of his fifty thousand dollar living set is gone.” You gave him a half smile in shame. 

“Sorry about that…” You apologized. “When I get upset I lose control of my powers I…”

“Hey,” You felt him squeeze your hand. “If anyone knows about losing control of their powers it's me.” He smiled at you again. “We can work on your abilities…together.” You felt your eyes drop to the floor as your smile grew. You squeezed his hand back gently.

Maybe this place wasn’t your home, but it could become it.

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Being On My Knees Is My Favourite Secret

Pairing/Characters: Harry Styles x Reader, OMC x Reader (Alex), OFC (Andrea) Warnings: cheating, swearing, oral sex (MR) Summary: Before you’re off to wed, you reminisce a memory of you and Harry. Word Count:1.4k+ A/N: So I didn’t complete this request, I just used parts of it. Buuuuutttttt, feel free to ask for a two-parter 😉

As your birthday party went off, Andrea placed her coat near the door before continuing on to the countertop where many alcoholic beverages sat, smirking at you. You walked over to the fridge taking out the orange juice, disregarding her cheeky stares. The noise of the party was ringing in your ears but the silence between the both of you just made you giggle.

“Okay seriously, what is up with you? Why are you looking at me like that?” She shook her head.

“How long have you been together now? Five years was it?”

“Six.” You held up your left hand, showing off the sparkly diamond ring on your fourth finger.

“So…”

“So, what, you nosey little shit?” You laughed, taking a sip of your orange juice.

“Is he like… Kinky?”

“I haven’t seen you in four years and that’s what you greet me with?” You laugh passing her your glass of orange juice.

“I’m your maid of honour, I’m supposed to know these things! You don’t like talking about it when Alex’s around.” You rest your arms on the marble top counter.

“I mean, I- You know, I guess he is.” You feel your cheeks begin to heat up.

“Is he a hand or mouth kind of person?” She raises her eyebrows playfully.

“You’re so gross…”

“Whaaaattt!? He’s your fiancé, have you not sucked his dick or something?” You rolled your eyes and sat down on the leather sofa where many of your other friends sat including your ex-boyfriend, “Holy shit! You haven’t yet!?” Harry sat peacefully, the red cup in his hand as he took a sip, “Harry, did she ever suck your dick?” Harry suddenly spits his drink back into his cup, surprise hitting him right as he drank.

“Sorry?”

“Y/N here hasn’t sucked Alex’s dick.” Harry’s body turned to face you, a cheek smile sewn into his face.

“How.. Interesting…” Harry chuckles.

“Tell us, Y/N, have you ever?”

“Yeah, Y/N, do tell.” Harry smiles, his arm just resting above you.

“You guys… I am not telling you this.” Suddenly a chant began to break out ‘Tell. Us. Tell. Us!’, “FINE!” The cheers broke out, “It was with an ex-boyfriend.” You looked down at your drink, cheeks hot from the continuing blush before standing up and raising your cup, “That’s all you guys are getting. I suck dick.” You shrug, “That’s all y’all need to know. Now, birthday girl gets what birthday girl wants, Alex couldn’t make it so let’s all get fucking drunk for me and my fiancé!” Everyone cheered before taking a sip of their drink. You laughed and turned, accidentally locking eyes with your ex-boyfriend.

It was all his fault. If he didn’t tease you before you both had arrived to this stupid dinner, you wouldn’t have been feeling so restless. You couldn’t stop fidgeting in the passenger seat, let alone, now, in a booth with three other people. He had mentioned that this was a very important meeting and he would’ve appreciated it if you were on your best behaviour. It made you laugh because you were never less than on your best behaviour. Both the guest in front of you excused themselves to the bathroom and you both smiled at them with agreeance.

“Harry, when are we leaving?” Your hand trailed up his thigh, near begging for him to make up any type of excuse so you could leave.

“Y’promised you’d be good, sweetheart.”

“This is all your fault! You kissed my neck, you put your hands in my-”

“Sorry ‘bout that, Harry, Y/N, back to business?” Harry nodded as they sat back down, laughing. After fifteen minutes, you snapped. You couldn’t take it anymore. You’ve been tolerating the buzzing feeling for over an hour. You excused yourself to the bathroom with a smile. You paced frantically in the bathroom before pulling out your phone and shooting a text to your boyfriend.

Harry was sat at the table discussing opportunities to advertise his album, sharing experiences, and having a laugh here and there when suddenly, his phone went off and the lack of your presence coming to his senses.

“Will y’excuse me a mo’? Y/N’s jus’ near broken her skirt.” Harry walked over to the female bathrooms, awkwardly smiling at some girls coming past. He knocks on the door, “Y/N?” You rush to the door and pull him in. You grab the ‘Cleaning in Progress’ sign and stick it in front of the door before locking it shut, “What the fuck are yeh doin’?”

“Baby, please, I need you.” You whispered. You grabbed the collar of his dress shirt and began to kiss his neck.

“Y/N, sweetheart, not here.”

“Please.” You got down on your knees, “I need it, daddy.” He bent down and caressed your cheek.

“Oh, pet, tha’ bad?” You nodded. You took a hold of his belt.

“Please let me suck your cock.”

“M’baby girl gets wha’ she wants, du’n she?” He bends down and kisses you, “Go on then.” A smile plastered on you face as you unbelted his pants, pulling them down to see his now hard cock, “Y’ave t’ make it quick.” You nodded.

You kissed the head before pushing him slowly into your warm, wet mouth. He sighed as his hands rested in your hair, helping you bob up and down his thick member. You pushed yourself down further, his tip reaching your throat, making you gag. You pull back, a string of saliva trailing from your mouth on his dick, your hand still pumping him fast. You sucked on the head of his cock, your tongue playing with the slit of his dick, your hand pumping. Your swollen lips engulfed him, deep throating, gagging. God, you loved the feeling. You loved that you were making his eyes roll back. You loved that every buzz in his body was because of you. You gently scrape your teeth against him, making him hiss with pleasure. A dark laugh resonated out of him. He heaved as you bobbed your head and pumped his cock. He could feel a tightness in his stomach.

“Oh fuck! Kitten, m ‘cum!” He cries.

“Cum in my mouth.” You pumped him harder, sticking your tongue out to catch whatever came out of him.

“Fuck, pet, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growled before grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing you back onto his throbbing cock. In a perfect position, he came in your mouth. Your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Mmmm.” You moan. He pulls you off of him and you wiped your mouth after swallowing his cum.

“Satisfied?”

“Nearly insatiable, to be honest with you.”

“Insatiable, huh?” He questions as you stood up from where you knelt, fixing himself up to look as decent as before, “What’s new?”

“I love your cock.”

“I kno’ y’do but fix yehself up before yeh leave this room, okay?” You nodded. You tapped his shoulder, “Yes, kitten?”

“I love you.”

“I love yeh too, yeh spoilt brat.” He gives you a peck before exiting where luckily no women were able to point suspect.

Your mind was brought back to reality as screaming women took shots on the kitchen bench top.

“Sorry.” You whispered mostly to yourself. You set your drink down and hauled ass to the bathroom. You hovered over the sink, breathing heavy. A knock at the door startled you, “Occupied.” You yelled. You heard the door knob turning making you turn around and exclaim, “I said it’s occu- What are you doing here?”

“Was jus’ lookin’ for yeh.”

“Why?” He slowly and carefully moved closer to you.

“I jus’- I-” He set his cup down on the edge of the bathtub, “Are yeh sure ‘bout this?”

“About what?” He grabbed your left hand.

“This!” You pulled your hand away from him.

“Course I’m sure! I love him.”

“Like yeh did me?” You hadn’t noticed how close he had become when his hands were suddenly touching yours. You went silent. “Tell me.”

“I- I can’t.”

“S’been six years an’ I kno’ yeh still need me because no one can scratch tha’ itch y’ave.” You could feel his breath on you and you were slowly giving in, “Ev’ry single time. In the bathroom. In the bedroom. Wherever we went. Y’needed m’cock in tha’ pretty lil mouth, in-fucking-satiable. Obsessed an’ nobody kno’s except fo’ me.” He lifted you up on the counter. Your mouth so close.

“One for the road?”

“There’s this an’ yeh can give me another on the road.” You giggled, catching his mouth on yours.

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We’re Having a Baby

Tony Stark x Reader 

Summary/ Request- can I request an avengers (your preference)x reader where the reader thinks she’s sterile so she goes on a mission with what she thinks is the some normal illness only to find out she’s pregnant when she’s in medical for some injuries (your preference on how severe) after she gets back. 

Message- It’s gonna be Tony Stark x reader. This was requested by @thedoctorscamanion.

Warnings- Reader gets hurt. Age gap.

Word Count- 1061

“Are you sure you should be going on this mission?” Your husband Tony asks. “You’ve been sick the last couple of days.”

“Stop worrying old man.” You say, grinning at Tony. “They need me who else is going to turn to steel and punch out bad guys.”

“Well I heard about this great guy, I think they call him Iron Man.” Tony says.

“I’ve heard about him. He’s that genius, billionaire playboy, philanthropist, right?” You say, moving to straddle Tony’s lap.

“I heard he gave up his playboy ways. Those horrible gossip rags say he married a twenty-something, who was only after his money.” Tony says, moving his hands down your waist.

“Well she just sounds terrible.” You murmur, moving to kiss Tony’s throat

“No, those rags have it all wrong, she found that guy at one of the worst points in his lives. He was broken and alone, and she helped put him back together. She makes him feel loved and whole.” Tony whispers.

“MMM, I’ve heard he makes her feel whole too, but I don’t think it’s in the same way you’re talking.” You joke.

“Are you implying that she’s only with him because of the size of his dick?” Tony asks. “I was trying to be all cute and sentimental and you make a dick joke seriously?”

“Isn’t that why you love me?” You ask, as Tony shifts you onto the bed, so he can hover above you.

“We don’t have time for me to list all of the ways I love you.” Tony says, as he leans down to kiss you.

“Wheels up in 5!” Nat yells as she bangs on the door.

“I should go.” You murmur.

“You’re sick. I’ll go instead.” Tony says as he moves to get off of you.

“No, I’m feeling better!” You say as you shuffle off of the bed, you give Tony a quick goodbye kiss before running out of the room. “Love you! See you soon!”

“Love you too!” Tony yells.

***

“This is insane!” You yell into your comm.

“The intel must have been wrong!” Steve says back.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Nat grunts.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold my metal form.” You say.

“Back up is on its way!” Steve says. So you push on, you continue to fight, but you can feel your metal skin start to fade, and when it does something hits your head and the world goes black.

***

“When is she going to wake up?” Tony asks.

“I don’t know it could be days or months. The trauma was extensive.” Helen says and Tony just nods. “Oh there’s one other thing that the tests turned up.”

“What?” Tony asks miserably.

“Y/N’s pregnant.” Helen says.

“B-But the doctors told her that she was infertile. They said that-.” Tony rambles.

“They were wrong.” Helen says.

“W-What if she doesn’t wake up?” Tony sobs.

“Then we’ll perform a C-section.” Helen says. At that Tony just nods and moves to sit in the chair next to your bed, taking your hand in his.

“I don’t know if you can hear me or not.” Tony starts and as he does Helen leaves the room. “But we’re having a baby. You’re pregnant. I’m going to be a Daddy and you’re going to be a Mommy.” He adds through his tears. “I can’t do this without you, please wake up.”

***

Tony sits by your bed for 6 months, barley moving, only doing so if he absolutely haves to.  He watches your body grow and change as the baby inside of you does the same. Then one day you start to breath against the tube in your throat. It scared the shit out of him at first, he thought you were choking to death, but according to Helen this was a good thing. It meant that you were going to wake up soon.

“The babies due in a month.” Tony murmurs, one day as he stares at you.

“Baby?” You slur.

“Y/N?” Tony yells, launching from his chair, towards the bed. “Honey? Are you awake?”

“Mmm.” You moan.

“HELEN! GET IN HERE!” Tony screams and Helen comes running in, she sees that your eyes are open and runs towards you and starts to ask you a bunch of questions, as she does a physical exam.

“Y/N you were on a mission. Do you remember?” Helen asks.

“The intel was wrong. Something hit me in the head?” You ask, still groggy.

“That was 6 months ago.” Tony whispers.

“Oh.” Is all you say. Then your hand goes to your stomach, like a weird reflex, your eyes you wide and you look up at Tony.

“Those doctors were wrong. We’re having a baby.” Tony whispers.

“When?” You ask.

“You’re due in about a month.” Tony says.

“Oh.” Is all you say. Tony’s heart shatters a bit, at the fact that you weren’t excited.

“Are you- are you disappointed? About the baby?” Tony stammers.

“Is it okay? Did me going on that mission hurt it?” You sob.

“No-no, he’s fine. All of the tests came back okay.” Tony sooths.

“He?” You ask and Tony nods.

“We’re going to have a little boy.” Tony says, smiling.

“We’re not naming him Howard.” You say seriously.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Tony says.

***

You ended up having a C-section, your body was still recovering from everything that it had been through.

“He’s amazing.” You murmur, as you hold your son.

“So Edward Anthony Stark?” Tony asks. “Sounds a bit pretentious.”

“Your name is Anthony Edward Stark.” You say, looking at your husband.

“And I’m pretentious.” Tony says, grinning at you.

“We’ll call him Teddy.” You say, as Tony takes him from your arms.

“I love you.” Tony says.

“I love you too.” You whisper.

“I was talking to Teddy, but that’s nice to know, dear.” Tony says grinning at you.

“You’re an ass.” You laugh.

“Hey, watch the language.” Tony says.

“He’s your son, I wouldn’t be surprised if his first word is dammit.” You say.

“That would be so damn cute.” Tony says, smiling down at Teddy. “Get some rest, my love. You earned it.” He says looking at you.

“I feel like all I’ve been doing is resting.” You mumble as your eyes flutter closed, before you completely fall asleep you feel Tony’s lips brush against your forehead.

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