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magical-reid · 4 months ago

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The Soldier and His Mission

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: When a trigger sends Bucky back into the grip of the Winter Soldier, he shadows you with an unyielding protectiveness that leaves the team on edge, though he doesn't harm anyone. After days of tension and careful steps, Bucky finally breaks through the icy barrier, returning to himself in a quiet, tender moment, finding solace in your presence.

You should’ve known something was wrong the moment Bucky went still.

One second, the mission was wrapping up—just another Hydra facility wiped off the map, just another set of goons taken down. The next, something triggered him. A phrase muttered in Russian over a radio, the faintest crackle of a long-dead handler’s voice. You saw the shift in his posture before he even turned around, the telltale tightening of his jaw, the blankness overtaking those usually warm blue eyes.

Bucky Barnes was gone.

The Winter Soldier stood in his place.

And yet—he didn’t hurt you.

Not when he turned to face the team, his body language bristling with danger. Not when Steve hesitated before stepping forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. And certainly not when you cautiously called his name, your voice softer than the others.

Instead, the Soldier moved between you and everyone else.

A shield.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Back at the Tower, you thought the episode would pass. That maybe, after a few hours, after enough familiar sights and sounds, Bucky would shake it off like he always did.

But the Soldier wasn’t leaving. And he had decided you were his mission.

Not to eliminate.

To protect.

At first, it was just hovering. You moved—he followed. You sat—he stood at your back, ever watchful. The others gave him space, exchanging worried glances when they thought you weren’t looking. Steve was tense, obviously trying to figure out how to break through, while Tony was less patient about it.

“This is a problem,” Stark declared after the first few hours, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “I mean, I hate to be the one to say it, but we have a fully armed, brainwashed assassin in the Tower again, and we all know how that went last time.”

“He’s not attacking anyone,” Natasha pointed out.

“Yet,” Tony shot back.

You ignored the argument as best you could, focusing instead on cooking something for Bucky—something normal, something familiar, something that might ground him. His eyes tracked you the entire time.

Then you miscalculated the heat on the stove.

The oil in the pan hissed and spat, and a second later, you hissed too as a sharp sting bloomed across your palm. You barely had time to react before there was a sudden blur of motion.

Bucky was on you instantly.

His flesh hand gripped your wrist, his metal one hovering protectively over the stove, as if it had personally attacked you. His face was unreadable, but his grip was firm, his hold gentle as he examined the burn.

“I’m okay,” you assured him, but he wasn’t listening.

Instead, he took the cold pack you hadn’t even reached for yet and pressed it carefully to your palm, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed in focus. You exchanged a look with Steve over Bucky’s shoulder, and the Captain exhaled, something like relief flashing in his eyes.

He was still in there.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Soldier continued shadowing you for the next two days, much to Tony’s frustration. But as Natasha had pointed out—he wasn’t hurting anyone.

Unless they posed a threat to you.

That was something Steve learned firsthand during a sparring session. You had barely landed a hit before Bucky, watching from the sidelines, had moved. The next thing you knew, Steve was on his ass, blinking up at the ceiling, while Bucky stood between you like a human wall, eyes cold and calculating.

“For the record,” Steve grunted as he sat up, rubbing his ribs, “I was letting her win.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It wasn’t until you needed a medical checkup that things really came to a head.

“Barnes, I have to actually examine her,” Dr. Cho said patiently, eyeing where Bucky stood between you and the med bay’s equipment.

“No,” he replied flatly.

“Bucky—” you tried.

“The room is secure.”

“That’s not the—”

“She does not require assistance.”

“I do require assistance,” you corrected. “Because I burned my hand and twisted my shoulder thanks to a certain super soldier overreacting in the gym.”

Bucky didn’t move.

You exhaled slowly.

“Okay,” you said, shifting tactics. “Then stay.”

That got his attention.

“If you want to make sure nothing happens to me,” you reasoned, “then you can stay here. But you have to let the doctor check me out.”

His expression was unreadable for a long moment. Then, after what felt like an eternity—

“…Understood.”

Progress.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

When it finally broke, it wasn’t dramatic.

There was no grand trigger, no huge revelation.

Just a moment of quiet.

You had fallen asleep on the couch, exhaustion finally winning after two days of Bucky’s overprotective hovering. When you woke up, it was to warm hands gently brushing over your wrist—both flesh and metal, but softer this time, as if relearning the feeling of touching you.

And then you heard it—his breath hitching.

A tiny, barely-there sound, but one filled with something raw.

You blinked sleepily, looking up.

Bucky was staring at you. Not the Soldier. Bucky.

His face was pale, his jaw tight, his eyes wide—his real eyes.

“…Doll?” His voice cracked over the word, like it had been caught in his throat.

You smiled sleepily, shifting so your fingers curled around his. “Hey, Buck.”

His exhale was shaky. His shoulders sagged. And when you tugged him down to you, he didn’t resist.

He just buried his face in your neck and held on.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You scared the hell out of me, you know,” you murmured later, your fingers absentmindedly running through his hair as he rested against you.

“I know,” he admitted, voice rough.

“You threw Steve like a ragdoll.”

“…Yeah.”

“…Kind of hot, not gonna lie.”

A laugh. Quiet, but real.

And just like that, Bucky Barnes was back.

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bluetimeombre · 3 months ago

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'Bye Sebastian!'

You had stared in the most of the movies of all. The cast love you, maybe some men love you more than others (fem reader)...

[this is a complete self indulgence piece of writing for me. I have loved marvel for YEARS and I always watched interviews of them all and wanted to be apart of it, it's hilarious. So this is just some of the best parts that I love, for you. Would love to do a part two...]

YOU AND MARVEL... Marvel and you. It was like bread and butter. Like peas in a pod. You were the youngest of the original seven, you were in the most movies. You were the most loved, cast and crew and fans.

Perhaps some loved you more than others...

SEBASTIAN, MACKIE & YOU,

thirst tweets,.,

Quite possibly one of the most chaotic and best loved trio's of the Marvel cast. The three of you played friends of Captain America, in some cases, maybe some of you played something a little more. But behind the scenes, the three of you made the perfect trio.

Sebastian's quiet soul with your constantly gushing one. And Mackie was there... usually to bring out the worst in you.

Once, when the three of you were staring in a Marvel show and you were all forced to read thirst tweets to each other, it got too sweet.

"I've done this far too many times," you said as Sebastian held the bucket out to you.

He grinned. "And yet the people still find the filthiest things to say about you."

"Preach," added Anthony.

Sebastian dug in first. "I want someone to look at me the way Sebastian Stan and Y/N look at each other."

The both of you aww and pull little faces to each other. You'd started the Marvel journey together, so maybe you and Seb had soft spots for each other.

Mackie was off to the side. "That's great.... that's great."

"I look at Mackie with pure loathing, so," you shrug.

Mackie takes another piece of paper. Reading: "Anthony Mackie you cutie patootie, come sit on my face I will eat you ass like a fudge brownie."

"Oh my-" you can't hide your shock as you cup your hand over your mouth and hide your blushing face.

"First of all," said Mackie. "Send a ticket bitch, let's do this."

You shake your head, still getting rid of your blush.

Sebastian's turn is next. "I don't even know what this means- Sebastian Stan is one thicc B-I-H."

You and Anthony nod. "Bitch," you both inform him.

"Right," he nods. "That's-that's kind."

"So true," you add, going in for yours. "I just wanna be Y/N's stay at home husband. The dishes will be clean, the laundry will be done and her ass will be ate- what is with all this ass eating," you look around as Mackie laughs, clapping you on the shoulder. "But thank you, I guess."

"Dog, that's already me," said Mackie, stealing the paper from you and throwing it into the distance.

You look aghast. "Anthony Mackie is not allowed anywhere near my ass."

Sebastian took another paper and started to read, chuckling to himself. "Listen, when Y/N said 'those steal blue eyes let you know where home is, that's my safe place,' about Sebastian's eyes, bitch I felt that."

"Well done for reading Bitch this time," you nudged him, proud.

Sebastian playfully glared at you, flexing his jaw like he would bite. "They didn't spell it out like that last time!"

"How do you feel about that?" asked Anthony.

Seb only meant to glance at you to share a smile but it turned to a smirk.

Of course Mackie caught up on this. "Don't look at us like that, man, you gotta look in the distance when you talk to us."

Sebastian blushed. "No I feel good, It's a good feeling, it's good."

Mackie took another paper. "Thinking about Anthony Mackie taking a nap on Sebastian Stan's couch, don't bother me."

You start cackling immediately, looking to Seb who laughed as you immediately knew where it was going.

"You have a nice couch man," said Mackie, smirking and playing it on.

"You've put this on the internet-" said Seb. "You've never seen it!"

"You have a nice couch homie!"

"He's never been to my house!" Sebastian told the camera firmly.

"That's a lie-" said Mackie as you continue to laugh to yourself in between them, "alright fine, you scared of people breaking in because of your couch, alright fine it's an awful couch." Anthony gave the camera a stern look.

"The only person to have been on my couch is Y/N and that's how it stays!" said Seb.

It's your turn to look to the camera and win, throwing your thumbs up and mouthing 'I win.'

escape room,.,

There was another time when you proved how great of a trio you were, even in a group of other people. When you, Sebastian, Anthony, Letitia and Benedict all had to do an escape room.

"Oh it's for real, they're locking us in guys!" said Letitia as the door locked and red sign flared.

Dramatically, you pulled on the handle, leaving it with all your weight. Sebastian behind you laughed.

"Chances are they don't make it out in time," Joe Russo, the director of the film and also the one to suggest this, said through the walkie talkie, but didn't realise they were linked into the room.

"Hey!" you protest.

"Find the stones," he said.

You nod and head over to Benedict Cumberbatch, patting his shoulders. "This is all you Sherlock." You instead made it your mission to just be annoying with Mackie at your side, the camera's picking up on all of it.

Eventually, Sebastian joins you and the two of you spend a good time looking around the room, trying to figure it out together.

"You better check your draws, Y/N," said the voice of Joe Russo.

Mackie clicked at you. "Y/N, take your pants off, dude."

You act to oblige but Sebastian had already found the real clue to whish Mackie whines loudly at the fact you weren't taking your pants off.

You and the group get the cards of the stones, Sebastian adding more and more as he finds most of them. Benedict finds the last one in the clock.

"Ah, that's what I was gonna do!" said Mackie.

"This is too much fun," said Russo.

"We can hear you!" you call as everyone else tries to find out the code, Sebastian alone in a corner.

"What's the number of your apartment?" asked Letitia. "Strange?"

"How's he supposed to know, he shot that film five years ago," you joke.

As everyone still tired to find out the code, you headed over to the camera man, whispering in. "I'm being really helpful."

Seb joined your side, arm ghosting your back. He hardly minded the camera crew as he asked you. "Do you think lunch will be after this?"

In that time, the code had been found, a laser had been pointed and Mackie had thrust a card into your hand, which you waved around without knowing what it was for.

"Y/N, you're holding the de-coder," said Russo.

You look around helplessly and shrug, leaving Sebastian laughing at you. But then came Anthony's desperate call for you two.

"It's this way!" the two of you chase after him, laughing all the way.

red carpets,.,

You were in the middle of an interview during the Civil war press conference, where names were being screamed and stars were flooding the carpet.

It was all going well before Mackie caught wind of you being around, and he walked over with Sebastian to greet you.

"Woah," they said.

"Oh no," you shake your head.

"Y/N, man you're looking good," said Mackie, standing up on the platform with you. "Man, oh man, let me tell you something-"

"No!" you chuckle as he throws a friendly arm around your shoulder. You notice Sebastian watching and through a helpful look at him.

"You ever see someone this good looking walking down the street, they gonna get arrested, cause they're killing everybody," said Mackie, "Look at this, pow-pow, pow-pow, pow!"

"Why don't I just let you interview each other?" said the interviewer.

Mackie took it as invitation to steal the mic and to urge the lady on, pulling up Sebastian instead. "Go on then, go on, get outta here, get outta here!" He took to looking in the camera. "Hey how's it going, I'm here with Sebastian Stan interviewing Y/N at the Civil War premier, one of the stars of Civil war-"

"One of them?"

"Tell me, Y/N, how's it going? How you feeling tonight?" asked Mackie while Sebastian couldn't do anything but stare and fix his blazer, trying to look his best.

"Next to you? Strong."

Mackie giggled.

"I'm breathing in your cologne right now, it's strong, it's good," you pat him on the shoulder.

"Hey, i'm not a player, I just shower a lot," he said to the camera.

You laugh and slowly pry the mic from his hands. "I wanna know about these two gentlemen over here, mainly Mr Sebastian Stan, tell me Sebastian, who are you wearing tonight?"

You lean across Mackie, acting as if he wasn't there to which he pretends to take offense for. It takes Seb a moment of two to stop his blushing and smiling to answer you.

"Prada, Y/N."

"Ohh, a lot of Prada," you and Mackie cheer together. "That's not me that's Jay-Z. Little black, on grey, on black, I like it," went on Mackie.

Sebastian looked to you. "Do you- do you like it?"

Mackie helped you aim the microphone to your lips.

"I love it. Love the pocket-square, really brings out your eyes."

"Someone said to me, you look like you just came out of a Chinese restaurants, I said- maybe I did!" he joked, causing you and Mackie to hold on and laugh.

"Ok so what about your workout routine?" you ask, as a way of really hitting the hard questions. You cross your arms over your chest and talk into the mic, practically blocking out Mackie, "I think the people want to know how you get all hot and sweaty. I mean- what's your chest at now, a forty-eight?"

Sebastian stops you, an accusing finger in your face getting closer. "Hang on, the last time I saw you you said I was getting smaller!"

"No, actually. I think the last time I saw you I promised I'd climb you like a tree, that-"

Mackie waved his arms around, stealing your microphone as you and Sebastian laugh, teasing each other away from the ears of the mic. "Woah, woah, woah... woah!"

And it happened again, a few years later at the premier of Endgame.

Sebastian and Anthony's character had dusted, yours hadn't so you didn't have much time to spend with them, but when you did, you all made sure to make the most chaos you could.

You creep up on an interview with Sebastian, slowly wrapping your arms around his waist and standing there, non-chalant.

It took Sebastian all of one second to know it was you.

"Oh my god, you!" he embraced you quickly, smoothing down any wrinkle he made in your outfit.

"How are you?" your voice is muffled from his side as he holds you.

"I was about to get my dance on, i'm so glad you're here!" he said, letting you go but keeping an arm around your waist.

"Your dance on?" you look between him and the interviewer, quickly saying hello.

"Yeah, she snapped, but it meant that I dusted, you know," he said.

You shrug. "Oh and you just wanted to show us your moves?"

"Yeah I was getting ready," he said. Then. Sebastian Stan took a step back, a hand on your shoulder and looked you over. "Wow, you look amazing!"

"So do you, you know your suit matches your eyes."

Suddenly, from behind the two of you, Anthony Mackie popped up and plucked the microphone from the lady and the two of you make room for him, chuckling.

"Let me tell you something- we're here-" said Mackie.

"Not again!"

"We're here with Sebastian and Y/N, here today. One the mark of greatness, another the measure of beauty. How does it feel- no, actually, Y/N, do you have any funny antidotes from what happened two years ago on set?"

You nod. "So many, you weren't in any of them," you said in the mic as Anthony pushed it closer and closer into your face.

"Was there anyone you hated on set?"

You pretend to think about it. "Um yes, Chris Hemsworth."

"Is there anyone who hates you?"

"Yes, Chris Hemsworth."

"No," Sebastian chuckled, "no one hates you."

"You're wrong, Chris Hemsworth."

"Where is he tonight?" asked Mackie, again shoving the foam of the microphone into your face.

"Far away from me," you say deep into it.

"Ok, cool, cool, i'm gonna make sure to interview Hemsworth tonight, how does that make you feel?"

"Please do."

Sebastian boasted about Mackie's suit, pointing out the pocket square tucked in his blazer pocket. "You got my Christmas gift to you?"

"I did," said Mackie, grinning, turning to explain to those listening. "He sent me a pocket square of Y/N's face."

You gasp. "I want one!"

Mackie laughed. "I put it in my pocket, hold it close to my heart."

The three of you continued to chat, bringing up the escape room you did earlier in the day.

"It was my first time doing an escape room, actually," Sebastian informed the two of you.

Mackie and you gasped, dramatically. "Mine too!" you both said.

"Oh my god I think they're in love," Said the interviewer.

"Woah, that's so crazy," Mackie said. "You know the three of us, we're just so- it's so- we just have so much in common!"

"It's a beginning every time!" Sebastian grinned.

"It's like every time we meet, we're meeting all over again!"

Sadly, the interview had to come to an end. As Sebastian was pulled away, he gave you one last hug and a kiss on your cheek, promising to find you later.

"Ay, you know this dude?" Said Mackie, watching Sebastian's assistant tug him away.

"Aw, see you soon, miss you- Bye Sebastian!" you call after him.

DID YOU SURVIVE THANOS'S SNAP?

Buzzfeed had the cast of Avengers Endgame sit and take one of their quizzes, whether or not you survived the snap of Thanos.

Finally, they paired you and Chris Evans together. Despite the two of you having been best friends and staring as them too since the first Avengers, it was rare they had you paired. And especially alone.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," Said Chris Evans.

"And i'm the better Chris, Chris Hemsworth," you said. "And we're here today with Buzzfeed to challenge whether we're pussies or not," you said, sure your little curse would be bleeped.

"Yeah, the thing-" said Chris, trying to snap his fingers, "the Thanos-"

"I'm so glad you know these movies well," you joke at the fact he couldn't even call it what it was.

Chris huffs a laugh before you start.

'Which infinity stone would you most like to get your hands on?'

"Good question," said Chris.

You raise your hands and pretend to sup his bicep. "These stones right here!"

He does his famous Chris laugh. "Ok, i'm going mind."

"Boring, i'm gonna go time."

"That's so-" said Chris, making an act of flipping the table. "That's such a you answer."

You frown, "thanks?"

'Which Disney character would you chose to join the Avengers?'

"Oh this is such a you question," you tell Chris, watching to see who he'd pick.

Chris leant back in his chair, resting his hand on the back of yours. He looked at you through his lashes. "Who do you think I'm gonna pick?"

You look back at the options, weighing them up. "You're so gonna go genie."

So he clicked the genie, because you'd said so. "What about you, huh?"

"I mean he's not gonna be helpful at all but I love stitch, I-I have a soft spot for stitch," you say, circiling the guy.

Chris again beamed. "I knew you were gonna say that!"

"You just know me so well."

'Which word would your closest friend describe you as?'

"Perfect!" said Chris for you.

"That's not an option," you tell him.

Chris pulls a face. "Well it should be for you. Actually, I don't think we're that close," he joked.

"No," you chuckle, playing along. "I only met you today."

You and Chris thought about it for a while.

"Why can't I just chose all the above?" you joked but Chris only seemed to agree with you.

"Yeah, can I just pick all of them?" Asked Chris. "Ok, no, how would you describe me?"

You look over at him, leaning on the table. "Dreamy. But that's not on there so... you're loyal, but you're funny, you're successful, i'd go loyal." you and Chris had first become friends when you were both on the Avengers set, terrified at the scale of the world you were joining. He'd joined you for lunch and ever since, whenever you did movies together, you had lunch dates together.

It still took Chris a long time to decide for you but you got there in the end.

'Which is your favourite MCU dynamic?'

There was a picture of Tony and Bruce, Steve and Bucky, Hope and Scott, Thor and Loki, your character and Bucky, your character and Natasha and then Gamora and Nebula.

"Why aren't we on here?" whined Chris as you chuckled.

"So now I just have to pick who I love more, Bucky or Natasha," you said.

"Or you could pick someone else," suggested Chris.

"No, I have to pick me."

"I'm boycotting cause you and I aren't on here."

In the end, you chose yourself and Bucky.

'And finally, what would you say is your personal character flaw?'

"Well, we don't have any so where's none?" said Chris, circling the choices.

"Yours is gonna be that you joke around too much, I can tell you that now," you told him.

Chris chucked. "Maybe I can be a bit too reckless," he said. "But you, you're- you have no faults, this is rigged!" he waves his arms out wide.

"No, maybe i'm... maybe I care too deeply?" you suggest.

Evans rolls his eyes. "That's not a fault, that's just sweet."

Finally you got to the end and your fates were decided.

"We didn't survive!" you yelled, looking at both yours and Chris's fate. "This is all because I chose stitch isn't it?"

AVENGERS ENDGAME

The Endgame press tour was wild and full. But the best part was spending it with the original guys, the one's you started it all with and would end it all with. Robert, Chris, Chris, Scarlett, Bruce and Jeremy were all your little crew.

And doing press with them was always exciting to say the least.

All of you were stood behind a podium, you were sandwiched between Chris Evans and Robert Downey as the Russo brothers determined the game.

"Most likely too," read the Russo brothers.

"Most likely to need to have a nap," you said and threw up your own face.

"Most likely to nap with you!" added Mark Ruffalo, adding his own face.

"Alright Avengers, we'll give you examples, you vote on a fellow avenger who fits each scenario- here we go!"

It almost seemed- to the camera's- that none of you were paying attention as Robert made smooch faces to the closest camera and you and Chris Evans used your cardboard cut out faces to make them kiss.

"Who is the most likely to make you laugh in the middle of a scene?"

A lot of them held up themselves, you held up Evans and Downey. Scarlet picked you and reached over to hit you over the head with the picture of your own face.

"Five hundred points to Renner for using all of them," said the Russo brothers.

Ruffalo had Renner. "I said Renner, he does an amazing squat thrust."

"Oh yes!" both you and Downey got excited at the prospect. "Give it to us Jeremy, give us your warm up, will ya."

And he obliged, dramatically lunging and squating and the such as you all cheered him on.

"Let's not over-do it, you're not thirty anymore," you told him.

"Who is the most likely to stop to read a lost dog poster?"

"Oh my god. Is that even a question?" you throw up Evan's cut out of his face, as does everyone else.

"What a weird question," said Scarlett.

"Chris Evans is a lost dog."

"He has a lost dog!" Ruffalo agreed with you. He reached over for the two of you to hold his hand and slowly, together, say your lines as if they were rehearsed and from the movie. "Someone, somewhere, lost their dog to Chris Evans."

"Yeah his whole facebook page is dogs," agreed Hemsworth.

You look down at the panel of them all. "What's facebook?"

Next was for you all to decorate your own cupcakes, the cupcake challenge.

"Using the ingredients in front of you, you each have three minutes to design a cupcake basked upon your own character!"

Everyone started piping immediately, or throwing decorations on. To your right, Downey went straight with yellow and blue, making a mountain of the icing on his cupcake while most others started moulding things.

You leant down when Robert told you to and opened your mouth and he piped in a long line of icing that had you gagging from the sugary taste.

"Y/N, what are you doing down there?" The Russo brothers asked you.

When you turned to face them, it was like glue in your mouth and blue icing was smeared on your lips.

"It's always messy to start but it comes out in the wash," said Downey.

Eventually you managed to do something with your cupcake.

"Hey, Chris you've got it on your shirt!" you told him, pointing to the area.

When Evans looked down to check the stain, you flicked his nose up, getting icing on him. It ended up with a red nose for him and he splatted his cupcake decoration on your cheek, causing you to gasp and stand, shocked.

"I feel sick, I ate too much fondant," Hemsworth complained.

"Are you just eating?" asked Scarlett.

Chris giggled. "Hmm, yea."

By the end of the three minutes, everyone but Evans and you had a cupcake to show.

"I see Evans went for the Captain America shield on Y/N's cheek, but Y/N where's yours?"

"Oh, I ate it."

MUSICAL BEERS,

an indiscreet make-out,,,

"We're about to play, musical beers, but for that we're gonna need a few more players, please welcome from the stars of Captain America, Civil war, Elizabeth Olsen, Paul Bettany, Sebastian Stan and Y/N!"

The four of you had been invited on to play musical beers with Jimmy Fallon. A game like musical chairs but when the music stops you have to reach for the closest beer cup and down it. You were joining your other Civil war star, Jeremy Renner.

As you all walked out, Sebastian dramatically un-did his blazer while the rest of you went to dirty- game talk.

"I want her out first!" Jeremy pointed at you as you copy his warm-up lunges, causing him to chuckle and push you over.

Eventually, Jimmy wrangles you into spaces. You find your spot and Sebastian slides in behind you, watching you closely.

As the music began, a rather creepy circus type music you all started prancing around the table, taking long strides and pausing too long at each cup.

Your hand kept ghosting the beer cup in case the music stopped.

"You can't do that!" yelled Sebastian and Jimmy.

You groaned loudly and rushed around to the next one. As soon as the music stopped, you grabbed and downed it along with the rest of them, all but Paul Bettany.

You look to Sebastian as you crush your cups and he takes yours, throwing it in the middle, the bin. "I hate beer."

While Paul leaves the game, complaining how this couldn't happen- he was English! You all take your spots, this time you keep a close eye on Elizabeth as she laughs at your determination.

The music starts again and quickly Jimmy falls out the game, practically lunging across the table to reach the beer. You make a dramatic move out of downing it in front of him.

Then there was you, Elizabeth, Sebastian and Jeremy left and only three beer cups.

As the music sped up, Elizabeth reached for the cup, spilling it.

You saw who do it, determined not to lose, you took a gulp of the beer. But the music was still playing!

You look around helplessly.

"Spit it back! Spit it back!" Jimmy calls.

You do so and move on, lucky enough to reach the next beer cup and for Jeremy to be out.

With no music, Sebastian stood in front of the cup you had spit back into. He looked down at it, chuckling to himself.

"I thought the music stopped!" you said, cringing.

"You can't," said Elizabeth, already having downed her beer.

You all stood, watching as Sebastian picked up the cup. He looked at you last time and took the drink. The crowd cheered, the cast laughed and you approached Sebastian as he tipped the cup upside down to show he'd drank it. "I'm sorry," you giggled.

Sebastian wrapped an arm around you. "Best beer of my life," he joked.

The game continued and the two beer cups were placed right next to each other.

"What?" you gasp.

Quickly the the game began again and Elizabeth rushed along side the empty space as you and Sebastian watched each other, checking each others move. He rushed around and then you quickly followed like you were chasing him down until you were at the beer cups.

The music stopped and Lizzie Olsen just grazed your hand by the time you and Seb had picked up the beer cups and downed them.

Lizzie went off laughing and you hugged her before taking your place for the final game.

"I'm slipping- i'm taking my shoes off for this one," you take them off and Lizzie takes them for you as you and Sebastian stand at opposite ends of the table.

"We've already made out!" he called over to you as the cup was placed in between you.

"Yeah, winning's pointless at this point," you said as the music began.

You moved easier, quicker, keeping your eyes on Sebastian although Lizzie and her laughing kept distracting you. You laughed, warning her and taking your eyes of the ball for a moment.

Sebastian was right behind you, hand on his hip and pushing back his blazer as he lingered before you both had to move with the music again.

The music went fast then slowed down, as you both kept reaching and letting go off the cup.

As Sebastian ran back around he reached for the cup as the music slowed and slowed and slowed, but never stopped.

He let it go, looking at you confused.

But as no more notes were played, you grabbed the cup and downed it.

Sebastian was already reaching for you and he barrelled into your body, holding onto you as you drank it and chucked the cup away. "No!" but in his 'dismay' he picked you up and jumped up and down celebrating your win.

"Sebastian made out with Y/N, I think he's the real winner!" said Lizzie.

YOU AND TOM HOLLAND BEING THE KIDS OF THE CAST

You and Tom Holland had hit it off instantly since meeting. Your minds were alike, your humour, everything. Honestly it was kind of frightening how quickly it went well for you guys.

fuck, marry, kill?,.,

On the infinity war press tour, everyone was given all three choices of Chris: Hemsworth, Evans and Pratt. The rest of the cast answered with such:

"Oh I don't like this game cause it has the F word in it," - Pratt.

"We-we we won't use that word, will we? We'll er make love? or just hang out with, cause they're all men and i'm married," - Hemsworth.

"This is a Disney movie," - Winston Duke.

But Tom Holland was ready.

"Fuck. Marry. Kill." Hemsworth, Pratt, Evans. And he didn't take a minute to think about it. "Sorry Evans."

"You had that answer pretty prepared."

"Yeah, a bit too prepared," he laughed.

But he wasn't the only one.

When it got to you, you only cleared your throat and answered.

"Kill. Fuck. Marry." Hemsworth. Pratt. Evans.

"You're marrying Evans?" asked the interviewer.

"If Evans asked me today, I would marry him."

korean food,.,

You and Tom, along with Pom, Benedict and Tom Hiddleston had gone to Korea for press but as far as you and Tom were concerned, it was for trying new food.

You all discussed what food you had and hadn't tried from Korea, Tom being quiet as he listened to them be listed.

"Korean BBQ," Pom added to her list.

Tom perked up from sitting next to you. "Oh yeah, that's good, that's good."

You laugh and mimic him. "Of course, you know Korean BBQ. I like the pancakes," you say when asked.

Tom gasped. "I've never had a Korean pancake."

You look shocked, as if you've never seen him before. "We have to go for pancakes before we leave."

He fist bumped the air.

That day you and the team were trying some of the most traditional Korean food. The first was a Kimbap which was the most classic thing kids would get in their lunch.

"You get to have Spider-man on that lunch box though," said Tom Hiddleston.

"Ah yeah, I did actually have a spiderman lunch box," said little Tom.

"I think I had a spiderman lunch box," added big Tom.

"I still have a spiderman lunch box," you say.

"I actually have a spiderman toothbrush, now," said Tom Holland, admitting it proudly.

"Did you have a spiderman duvet? A spiderman pillow?" asked Benedict.

"I did, I gave them to Y/N," said Tom.

You nod along, proudly. "I sleep like a baby every night."

As you dove into your first treats of the day you were also given several different drinks and the camera really loved to pick up on how Tom gently tapped the top of his can while you pierced a drink with a little straw and took a sip. You really did look like kids compared to the rest.

Tom Holland ranted about his love for Milkis while you rolled your eyes at your drink, Banana Wuyou. Upon trying each of each others drinks, you both preferred the other and continued to drink them throughout.

You all dug in. Everyone talking about how good it was while you and Tom just eat, sharing it together.

You all tried fruit, a Korean fruit from the south that you all enjoyed.

"It's a hybrid, right?" Asked Pom, stealing your attention. "Clementine, Mandarin and orange?"

"How does that happen?" Asked Tom to your side.

"Yeah, how does that happen with food?" you ask as well, the both of you waiting for answers. "How do you get a hybrid of- how does...."

You were met with blank stares.

"Life finds a way, Y/N," Hiddleston said. The host laughs as Benedict puts a hand on your shoulder.

"We'll tell you later."

"Tell us later, please," said Tom, going back to sipping his drink.

interviews,.,

Sometimes, on the rare occasion it was allowed, they put you and Tom Holland in interviews together- only to control the mess. If Tom spoiled something- either you would stop him or just get the interview derailed. If the two of you started joking around and wasted ten minutes of time, only one interview and apology had to be made.

It worked well.

For example, the time you were being asked how the two of you deal with scary moments and films.

"I do pretty well," said Tom, boasting.

"Yeah?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'm pretty thick-skinned when it comes to that sort of stuff," he said. You let him carry on talking a little more before yelling in his face and catching him off guard.

He cursed and had a fist ready at you as you just laugh.

"That Spidey sense," you teased.

Or in another when you let Tom talk and talk about the movie but he was about to say something... spoil something.

You throw your hands out and cover his mouth. "Spoiler!" you sigh, shaking your head as Tom sits, stunned for a moment.

All of a sudden you retract your hand as Tom licked it. He laughs as you hold out your hand, cringing.

"Someone- someone- get me something! Help me!" you joked.

Or another time when you and Tom sat with Benedict as a Watch Mojo interviwer readied to take her seat.

"We love Watch Mojo!" said Tom.

"No way?" she asked.

"Yeah, we're always watching it," he said.

You nod, and mimic the intro to the videos. " 'Welcome to Watch Mojo,' "

"That's me!" said the woman.

Benedict watched as you and Tom looked at each other with excited smiles, pumping your fists and getting giddy like kids.

You shift in your seat. "Can you do the intro for us?" you ask, adding a small, 'please.'

The woman almost rolled her eyes but cleared her throat and accommodated you. "Welcome to Watch Mojo!"

"Oh, no way!" Tom cheered as Benedict laughed confused at the two of you.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 8 months ago

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Early Morning Rain | Wanda Maximoff

A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story

Summary: An early rainy morning with Wanda

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+, MINORS DNI), language

Word Count: 2.5K

Masterlist

Rainy weekend mornings have always held a special place in your heart. You weren’t sure if it was the allure of spending all day snuggled under the covers or the way the world seemed to stand still under a blanket of grey, but these kinds of days were some of your favorites to wake up to. This gloomy Sunday was no different except for one minor difference: Wanda Maximoff was in bed next to you.

Wanda was still asleep, the blankest covering her rising and falling as she breathed deeply in the early morning hours. Her fiery red hair spread over the pillow and cascaded down toward you.

You leaned forward as you brushed Wanda’s hair away from your neck, softly planting a kiss on the porcelain skin that was left exposed. She remained motionless as your lips lingered above the spot you only just kissed. Smiling, you gently kissed the same spot again and again. Wanda sighed deeply as your kisses intensified. You felt her body stiffen as she stretched her limbs, ever so slowly waking from her slumber.

“Watimeizit?” Wanda mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“What was that?” you mumbled against the crook of her neck.

“What time is it?” she yawned.

“Early.”

“The boys up?”

“It’s too early for that.” You wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling yourself into her. “Far too early.”

“Is it?”

Her hand teased up your arm. Slowly. Gently. Her fingers brushed over yours, sending a shiver up your spine. A rush of heat began to wash over you. You remembered the countless other times you found yourself in this exact situation with Wanda. You remembered the way your head nestled in the crook of her neck as you relished the afterglow, the quiet gasps as the two of you struggled to stay quiet, the feeling of her hand resting against your stomach as she begged for your release.

“They won’t hear us,” you whispered. The heat flowed downward, reaching your core. Wanda’s backside grinded into your pelvis. Each breath you took felt like it could be your last with the way anticipation bubbled up inside of you. It was almost painful. Excruciating. The wait was killing you. The thought of being with Wanda nearly drove you to the point of madness no matter how many times you two were together.

As Wanda leaned back to look at you, her eyes ever so enchanting, you finally gave into temptation and kissed her. A feeling of ecstasy blossomed inside you as your lips touched. The scent of her vanilla shampoo instantly overwhelmed your senses. Wanda’s lips were soft and warm, their silky essence captured between your own. You were tentative at first. Not wanting to overwhelm yourself with all of Wanda first thing in the morning was a task in and of itself. She was intoxicating, and the slower and gentler you kissed her the more you found yourself wanting to drown in her.

Gently, you rolled yourself on top of Wanda, your hand sliding from her midsection up to lightly grasp her cheek as you locked her top lip between yours. You felt her swallow a soft moan as you bit down on her lip. Wanda’s arms wrapped around your back as you nestled your legs between hers. The distance between the two of you lessened, only made completely impossible by the tent of your pajama pants between her legs.

An involuntary gasp left your lips at the familiar feeling of Wanda’s fingertips tracing down your spine. It filled you with an excruciating desire that only she could quell.

“I like it when you’re like this,” Wanda giggled between kisses.

“Like what?” you teased. “On top of you?”

“That’s just a bonus.”

“So what do you like then?”

“When you can’t hide how badly you need me.”

Bright red heat flushed over your cheeks. Wanda embarrassed you and yet simultaneously filled you with even more desire. There was something about the way she admitted to finding your desire attractive that made her even more desirable.

“What gave it away?” An not-too-unfamiliar feeling of anxiety caught in your throat as you gazed down into her eyes. She was so beautiful, something you reminded her of every single day while she felt the years wear on her. “Is it that obvious?” you asked, rolling your hips ever so slightly into hers. Wanda groaned at the feeling of your erection grinding into her pelvis.

“I’d say so,” she whispered, kissing you softly as she brought one hand up to cup your cheek and the other down to rest on your hip as you laid atop her. You stared at one another as your breaths grew erratic, tinged with want and desire.

“I love you,” you breathed against her lips. “I love you so much.” You crashed your lips into hers. There was nothing holding you back from craving each and every inch of her.

Your kisses became frantic and hungry as your hands explored every inch of each other’s bodies. You couldn’t help but grin into the kiss as Wanda’s hands tangled in your hair, tugging your soft locks in a way that sent bursts of electricity through each and every nerve in your body. Wanda gasped at the sensation of your smile against her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, gazing at you adoringly as she toyed with your hair.

“Take your shirt off.”

“Are you asking or are you telling?”

“Take your shirt. Off.”

You sat up, reaching behind you to pull your shirt up as Wanda helped lift the hem. She rested her hands on your stomach as you threw the shirt on to the floor behind you, rubbing them ever so slightly up and down. The closer she got to the waistband of your pants, the more intensely you felt your erection throb against the confines of the fabric.

“Wanda-”

“Take my shirt off.”

“Are you asking or are you telling?”

“I want you to take my shirt off.”

“Yes ma’am,” you gulped.

Wanda sat up ever so slightly, giving you access to the bottom of her shirt as you pulled it up, exposing her toned midsection and her breasts as she raised her arms up. You threw the shirt behind you with yours. Sitting there, on top of her, you gently grabbed her waist and rested your head against hers.

“Why am I so nervous right now?” you whispered.

“I don’t know.” You felt Wanda’s laugh against your face. “First time?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Been a while?”

“Only if you count two days ago as a while.”

“You love me so much that even the thought of me still makes you nervous?”

“Most likely.”

“Don’t be nervous,” Wanda whispered. Her hands found their way to your pants, her fingers slinking inside the waistband. “This is the fun part.”

“Take them off. Please.”

“Are you asking or are you telling?” “Wanda…” She snickered as she tugged on the waistband. You sat up on your knees, allowing her tug pull them down your thighs before you awkwardly kicked them off and on to the floor. Not wanting to waste much more time, Wanda kicked off her shorts, too.

“Thought I’d save you the effort.”

“How considerate,” you joked. Wanda had already laid back down on the bed. Anticipation thrummed in your chest as you laid back down on top of her. Her hands found your hair again, one of her favorite places, as she looked back up at you adoringly.

“I only do it because I love you.”

You smiled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips as you reached for your cock. You rubbed your tip between Wanda’s lips. Her slickness coated you as you teased her most sensitive spot. Her wetness was audible. It echoed off the walls. Quiet. Loud. Too much. Not enough. God you needed her. She moaned as you grinded against her clit, stimulating the both of you. It felt so good, you couldn’t help but keep going. You wanted to watch her writhe in ecstasy as you touched her in all the right ways over and over and over. Wanda’s arousal mixed with your own as you held yourself back from making a mess of yourself too soon.

“I love how good that feels,” Wanda moaned, her words chopped as she gasped for air. “I need you inside me, baby.”

It took the slightest touch to lower yourself down from her clit into Wanda herself. You groaned loudly, the feeling of fire setting your entire body ablaze. The pounding in your chest made it hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to think straight, and your forearms burned as you feebly attempted to hold yourself up.

“Oh god,” you whispered, eyes screwed shut in sheer pleasure. Wanda tugged gently on your hair. It was her way of reminding you that she was still there. This was real, this was now, this was happening.

“You’re okay. You’re okay, sweetheart.” Her thumb found your cheek, caressing it gently. “Take your time. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Slowly, you rolled your hips into hers, thrusting your length deeper inside her. In and out, in and out, in and out. Breaths mixed with moans and gasps, the soft slap of sweat-gleaned skin against skin, the gentle creak of the bed as your weight shifted back and forth all engulfed the two of you as the rain gently splattered against the windows.

“You don’t seem nervous anymore,” Wanda joked as you continued to fill her entirely.

“I’m not.”

“Then pick up the pace.”

“I thought you said we had all the time in the world.”

“We do,” she replied, half-gasping for breath as she brushed a damp strand of hair out of her face. “I just want you to go faster.”

“Do you now?” You questioned, rolling your hips only slightly faster.

“Mmhmm.”

“How’s that?”

“Faster.”

“You want me to go faster?”

“God yes. Please. Please. I need you so bad.” You obliged, not wanting to disappoint as you quickened your pace further. “Just like that.”

“Is that good?”

“Fuck,” Wanda moaned. She squeezed around you, her walls stimulating your entire length. The bed creaked louder, shaking as you filled Wanda again and again, pulling out halfway before slamming back into her.

The intensity of your movement exhausted you, causing your arms to absolutely give out after a few minutes. Wanda pulled you close as you collapsed on top of her. The crook of her neck became your pillow as you nestled your head there. In and out, in and out. The familiar coil of release started burning deep in your core. It was all you could do to kiss and lick and suck her neck as her whines and whimpers got progressively louder the closer she drew to her own release.

“Wanda,” you murmured against her neck.

“I need you. I need all of you right now.”

Whatever entity controlled the universe took pity on you in that moment as you found the strength to push yourself up. Your forehead met hers as every ounce of energy left in your body focused on the release that was dangerously close.

“I’m right here,” you panted.

“I need you so bad.”

“I’m close,” you groaned.

“Please,” she whined. “Please, I want you to-”

The coil inside you finally snapped. You exploded inside her, filling her with burst after burst of your cum. Waves of pleasure washed over your body. Involuntary moans erupted from your mouth as your arms gave out from a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. You crashed on top of Wanda as your hips abruptly snapped into her one, two, three more times. On your final sharp thrust, Wanda came undone.

“Oh god!” Wanda’s breathless high pitched scream brought a smile to your lips. Her walls squeezed you in a jarring rhythmic pattern milking every last drop from you. She gasped and groaned again and again as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

The damp scent of sweat and sex hung in the air as you both gasped for air, sweaty limbs entwined while you remained joined as one. While you weren’t one for such mushy, romantic thoughts, the idea of being inside Wanda, of being so intimately and vulnerably connected, filled you with a surge of love for the woman who brought so much joy and meaning into your life.

“Hey,” you whispered, your nose lightly brushing hers. Wanda’s eyes were still screwed shut. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with beads of sweat, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Hi,” she whispered back as her eyes unscrewed, though they remained shut.

“You okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Can I pull out?”

“Mm-mm. I like the way you feel.”

“Okay,” you chuckled before kissing the corner of her lip. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“You don’t hear the boys, do you? They’re still asleep?”

“It’s 7 am, Wanda. We’ve still got a few hours if you want to go for round two.”

“I don’t think I can. I’m not as young as you, remember? You forget that sometimes.”

“Doesn’t bother me,” you shrugged, trailing your fingers up and down her side as you laid on her.

“I know,” she replied in a small voice. Wanda gazed up at you with those adoring emerald eyes that made you fall more madly in love with every time you looked at them.

The two of you stayed in the silence for a while, staring into the depths of each other’s soul. There was something incredibly comforting about the familiarity of each other and the love that needed no words to fill the space.

“Do you want some coffee?” you asked after a long while. Wanda nodded sleepily. “Okay.” Groaning, you pushed yourself up off her still-flushed body and pulled your now-soft cock out from inside her. A thick strand of white gushed out of her and dribbled onto the damp sheets.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “I love feeling your cum inside me.”

“Watching it come out of you like that was pretty hot,” you sheepishly admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You know what I think?” “What?”

“I think.” Wanda teased, reaching toward your soft cock that was once again beginning to twitch with desire. “I think I want you to cum inside me again.”

“What happened to being too old for another go?” you joked.

“You have a bad habit of making me feel young again. Besides,” she added breathlessly, “I desperately need you to fill me up again, and I need you to tell me how good I feel as it happens.”

You groaned at the feeling of Wanda’s hand closing around your cock. It would be a long while until that coffee, and it was the most sincere hope that what you were about to do to Wanda wouldn’t wake the boys.

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auroralwriting · 1 month ago

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ice ice, baby! the masterlist

the brooklyn thunderbolts and the manhattan avengers are the biggest rival hockey teams. filled with friendships, ex-friendships, relationships, and drama, no one can get enough of the rivalry; including the teams themselves.

warnings: i do not play hockey so there might be some inaccuracies, injuries, graphic language, hockey level violence, inspired by @/loveisstxnge on tiktok pairings: bucky barnes x reader (yelena belova x ava starr, bob reynolds x joaquin torres, steve rogers x natasha romanoff, tony stark x pepper potts)

introduction | chapter one | chapter two

chapter three (out soon!)

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sillygoose067 · 1 month ago

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Crash Landing Into You pt.2

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Joaquin stood outside the bookstore café, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. He’d changed his shirt twice before coming—settled on a dark green button-up he hoped looked cool but not too try-hard.

When you walked out, he straightened, caught off guard by how nice you looked in your sweater dress, hair down, a small crossbody bag slung at your hip. You had this slightly nervous smile, the kind people wore when they weren’t totally sure if this was a good idea.

“Hey,” he said, hands slipping into his pockets. “You look…great.”

You ducked your head, warmth creeping up your cheeks. “Thanks. So do you.”

There was an awkward moment, the two of you trying to figure out if you should hug, shake hands, or just wave. He opted for a slightly dorky half-hug, arm barely touching your shoulder, and you both laughed as you walked in.

The conversation over coffee started cautious, a little stilted. He asked you about your job, you asked him about his, both of you trying not to sound rehearsed.

“So,” he said, stirring his cortado, “ER work. That’s gotta be intense.”

You nodded, wrapping your hands around your mug. “Yeah, it is. I mean… I like it. It’s chaos, but it makes me feel useful. You have to be quick, but you also have to be kind.” You shrugged. “Keeps you human, I guess.”

He tilted his head, genuinely impressed. “I get that. I mean, my whole thing is about quick decisions, too, but usually it’s more… ‘don’t crash into that building’ and less ‘save a tiny life.’”

You laughed, your shoulders relaxing a bit. “Both important. I think the building people appreciate you.”

The date got easier from there. You found little overlaps—shared shows, mutual fears of public speaking, the same guilty pleasure for really bad pop songs. By the time the café closed, you were leaning in toward each other, forgetting to check your watches.

He walked you home, hands brushing once or twice before he finally took yours, and when you reached your door, you lingered there, suddenly self-conscious again.

“I had a really good time,” you said, looking up at him. “Thanks for… this.”

He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, me too. Can I… text you? Maybe plan something less caffeinated next time?”

You grinned. “Definitely.”

You parted with a soft, slightly awkward hug, and when you closed the door behind you, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

⸻

By your fourth or fifth date, you’d found a rhythm. You’d made him dinner at your place once—a slightly burnt lasagna he pretended to love, even though the edges were like roof shingles. He’d taken you to a street fair, where you’d nearly puked on a spinning ride but insisted you were fine.

It was after one of those casual, unplanned nights that you found yourself curled up on his couch, legs across his lap, half-watching a terrible reality show while he absently rubbed your ankle.

“I have a confession,” he said suddenly, eyes still on the screen.

You looked over, heart skipping a little. “Yeah?”

“I have no idea what’s happening in this show,” he admitted, looking at you with a sheepish grin. “I’ve just been nodding every time you comment.”

You burst out laughing, head falling back against the armrest. “You liar. I thought you were invested in this trainwreck!”

“Hey, in my defense, I just like listening to you talk about it. You get all fired up.” He poked your shin. “It’s cute.”

You blushed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

But he was also leaning in, thumb tracing gentle circles against your calf, his face closer now, eyes flicking to your mouth.

And when he kissed you, it was soft at first, a tentative press of lips, like he was giving you time to pull away. But you didn’t. You leaned in, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, and he exhaled against your cheek, a quiet, contented sound that made your heart do backflips.

⸻

Eventually, he started leaving things at your place. A spare hoodie on your coatrack. His favorite phone charger coiled beside your bed. A toothbrush in the cup next to yours, like some quiet promise.

He’d stay over some nights, both of you too tired to make the trek to his apartment. You learned his little habits—how he hummed when he brushed his teeth, how he always checked the locks twice, how he stretched his arms over his head every morning like he was about to launch into the sky.

One lazy Sunday, you were curled up on the couch, his head in your lap, your fingers absently running through his curls as you read a book. He closed his eyes, a soft, sleepy smile on his lips.

“Is this weird?” he mumbled.

You looked down, brushing a curl off his forehead. “What?”

“This.” He cracked one eye open. “Us. Being this… domestic.”

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Not weird. Just… nice.”

He squeezed your knee, eyes drifting shut again. “Yeah. Nice.”

⸻

It wasn’t perfect, of course. No couple is.

The first time you really fought, it was over something stupid—a last-minute mission that took him out of the country for two weeks without so much as a text, and you’d spent every night staring at your phone, convinced something had gone wrong.

When he finally showed up at your door, looking exhausted but relieved, you’d tried to brush it off, but he’d caught the tightness in your voice, the way your arms stayed crossed, shoulders tense.

“You’re mad,” he said, leaning against your doorframe, eyes dark.

You bit your lip. “I’m not mad. I just… I wish you’d said something. I worried.”

He exhaled, running a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I should’ve. I just… it’s hard to explain. I didn’t want to put that on you.”

You hesitated, then stepped closer, your tone softening. “I want you to put it on me. That’s kind of the point, right?”

He dropped his head, shoulders slumping. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You reached for his hand, squeezing gently. “I just… care about you. A lot.”

He looked up, his eyes softening. “I care about you, too.”

And the hug that followed wasn’t perfect either—too tight, too desperate—but it was real. And that mattered more.

⸻

It came out one morning, long after the sun had risen, when you were both tangled up in your sheets, half-awake, still groggy from the night before.

You were draped across his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing the faint scar on his shoulder, your head tucked beneath his chin. His arm was wrapped around you, holding you close, his thumb brushing the soft skin of your arm.

He yawned, stretching a little, then mumbled, “You know you’re my favorite person, right?”

You smiled, eyes still closed. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm,” he said, voice sleep-heavy. “I’m serious. You… you make everything feel… different. Lighter. Even the hard stuff.”

You blinked, waking up a little more, feeling the weight of his words.

“I mean,” he continued, a nervous chuckle in his throat, “I’m still a mess, obviously. But you make me want to be less of a mess.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him. “Are you trying to tell me something, Torres?”

He hesitated, eyes searching yours, his heart clearly picking up speed. “Yeah,” he said, voice softer now. “I love you.”

Your breath hitched. It felt like the air in the room shifted, the world suddenly sharper, brighter.

You swallowed, felt your heart pounding in your ears, then leaned down, pressing your forehead to his.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, your nose brushing his. “A lot.”

The relief in his eyes was immediate, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that felt both urgent and deeply, deeply right. Like a promise sealed.

⸻

A few months later, he got hurt. Nothing critical, but enough to shake you both.

He’d been out on a mission, one of those chaotic, high-stakes ones that Sam swore would be quick and easy, and he came back with a gash along his ribs and a limp that made your stomach drop.

When he stumbled into your apartment that night, his uniform torn, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead, you froze.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, rushing to his side. “Joaquin, what happened?”

He tried for a reassuring smile, even as his knees buckled a little. “Nothing. Just… took a hit. It’s fine.”

But when you peeled back the fabric and saw the jagged, bloody line across his ribs, you felt a wave of nausea hit you.

“You’re bleeding,” you hissed, guiding him to the couch. “Why didn’t you go to med bay?”

“I’m fine,” he insisted, wincing as he leaned back. “I just… wanted to see you.”

Your heart twisted, both at the stupidity of it and the tenderness. You grabbed your first aid kit, kneeling beside him as you started to clean the wound, hands shaking slightly.

“Dios, this looks bad,” you muttered, biting your lip as you worked. “You can’t just… walk around with this.”

He let his head fall back, exhaling shakily. “I knew you’d patch me up. You’re surgeon, right?”

You shot him a look, half angry, half terrified. “Yeah, for kids.”

He reached for your hand, catching it even as you tried to swat him away.

“Hey,” he said, voice suddenly serious. “I’m okay. I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

You paused, meeting his eyes, and felt your chest tighten.

“Promise me you won’t do this again,” you whispered, your voice cracking a little. “You can’t just… come back to me like this. It’s not fair.”

His grip tightened on your hand, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

“I promise,” he whispered back, eyes softening. “I’ll be more careful. I swear.”

And when you leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, his free hand came up to cup the back of your neck, holding you there like you were his whole world.

⸻

Eventually, you stopped keeping track of which things were his and which were yours. His spare hoodie became a permanent fixture on the back of your desk chair. Your favorite blanket migrated to his couch. He started leaving spare socks in your laundry basket, and you stopped pretending you cared.

One morning, you caught him singing in your shower, a horribly off-key rendition of some old R&B song, and instead of being annoyed, you found yourself grinning like an idiot.

He came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair dripping, and caught you staring.

“What?” he said, a little sheepish, grabbing for his shirt.

You shook your head, blushing. “Nothing. Just… you’re cute.”

He paused, then broke into a wide, teasing grin. “Oh, I’m cute, huh?”

You tossed a pillow at him, laughing as he ducked. “Don’t push it, Torres.”

But as he crossed the room, pulling you into a damp, soapy hug that made you squeal, you realized you hadn’t felt this happy in a long, long time.

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berriepeachie · 3 months ago

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Saw someone self insert/oc x moon knight and now… ME TOOOOOOO RAAAAAAA

#moonknight #mcu moon knight #marc spector #mcu marc spector #self insert #oc #my art #art #digital art #marvel #i need this man pls let me have him in my dreams at least #im too tired but was gonna add a panel where shes biting her lip since khonshu fine too

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nerdgirlbutinpink · 3 months ago

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so i did say you guys would be feed some joaquin worries head canons while im writing part 2, so here they are!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 | 𝗷𝗼𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗚𝗡!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲

↳ you guys meet at a coffee shop — hear me out though! the beginning scene from anyone but you, he fakes you being his wife so you can use the restroom

↳ but this one doesn’t end as you two bring mutals and being enemies, this is the happy ending of you two going on an actual date

↳ he’s actually really good at picking spots to go to for date nights, you two go to places you don’t even know exist

↳ for those nights you two stay in? oh my gosh, when you say that he’s the best cook ever? you mean it.

↳ he cooks you all kinds of mexican dishes, he makes enchiladas, tortas, tacos, sopes, mole and pozole

↳ enough with the food talk now

↳ he’s SUCHH a family man, you don’t even understand

↳ when he takes you to a family gathering, you’re so nervous and about to jump out the car

↳ “what if they don-“ “they’re going to like you babe, they like everyone!” in the conversation you both have in the car before getting off

↳ you two walk in and you swore his mom looked at you angry then a sense of joy came upon her seeing you were with her son

↳ joaquin’s mom? nah. that’s your best friend now! you two have been talking and texting nonstop since you met her

↳ even when it’s not about joaquin, you’re always asking her for cooking advice or even advice about joaquin

↳ “he’s been acting strange, he goes away when we’re not together, he never answers the phone when he’s gone, and hes a little too secretive about his second phone”

↳ besides him being a little odd when he’s away, he’s such a gentle man

↳ ever since you met him, he’s never let you open any door for yourself or anything, and he makes sure of it too

↳ when it’s that time of the month? gone or away, you’ll receive his own little care package he made himself of stuff he knows you like, down to the candy, a pair of socks, a heating pad and even a blanket sometimes

↳ you always swear you’re going to marry him

↳ he gets you a puppy for your guys’ anniversary

↳ he says it’s for when he’s on his oddly long periods of time …. and you bring that up too

↳ “joaquin?” you say with the cutest smile on your face, “yes y/n?” “where do you you even go in those times you just leave me alone?”

↳ that starts a pretty heated conversation, you get worried on if you two would break up but it ends in him admitting he’s the falcon

↳ honestly you didn’t see or believe it at first since you didn’t notice any similarities between the two

↳ then when he pointed out when you’d see the green suited man on the news … the same times he’d be gone

↳ everything had just made a bit more sense now

↳ honestly you couldn’t even be mad at him, because you’re boyfriend being a superhero? holy shart

↳ you soon forgive him to getting angry at the fact he would disappear, all was now okay knowing he was safe in these situations

↳ but then you hit him because he didn’t tell you sooner, “why would this be a secret!?” he explains he didn’t want you to worry

↳ you weren’t even mad at that part, you were just mad because that’s such a cool thing to hide

↳ “you make me seem lame, my super secret is that i eat all the nutella when you’re gone!” “so that’s where it goes…i know im not crazy”

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a/n: please lmk if this was any good T-T also i want to start a taglist but im not sure how to make the link, but once i find out ill make one for each character i write!

#joaquin torres x you #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #falcon and the winter soldier #mcu falcon #mcu fandom #marvel mcu #mcu #the winter soldier #falcon #captain america #captain america brave new world #the avengers #self insert #headcanon #nerd girl but in pink writes

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ironstrange1991 · 1 year ago

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The Goatee Problem

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0,600k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: This is just a small blurb I came up with instead of finishing my Defender smut. Didn't want to end the month with nothing so I am posting this. Hope you guys like it and have a short but very nice reading.

"Believe me, you don't want to see this"

Stephen's voice sounded a bit shaky and nervous and his insistence that you do not go into the bathroom had you worried.

"Stephen, just tell me what happened. Are you hurt?"

You tried again to open the door and this time he didn't try to stop you from entering.

He was standing by the sink, but he turned his face so you couldn't see him in the mirror's reflection. You walked over hugging him from behind and he sighed "My hands... are shaking more than usual today... I shouldn't have tried..."

He turned to you, his face still smeared with shaving foam, but the goatee you were so used to was gone. "I had no alternative but..."

"Oh..." Was all you managed to say before bursting out laughing. Stephen frowned slightly offended.

"That's why I didn't want you to see me like this" He said pulling the towel from his shoulder and wiping his face.

He was gorgeous. Of course it was weird to see him without the goatee, but he was still handsome without it.

"I am not laughing at how you look, but at all the drama you are making."

You caressed his strangely smooth face, your index finger tracing around his lips and down to his chin. Stephen's skin was extremely soft.

"I've had my goatee for years, I don't even recognize myself without it."

You nodded, still distracted by how much the sight of Stephen in that different way was messing with you. "Well, I can't complain, you're still as hot as ever"

His face flushed with your compliment which made the whole situation even cuter. You pulled him to your lips and the feel of his smooth skin was different and interesting at the same time. He seemed taken aback by the intensity of your kiss and he was the one who broke the kiss to breathe.

"Don't get me wrong, Steph. I want the goatee back and you're going to have to put up with Wong and America's jokes for a month, but it's not all bad"

He didn't seem to understand where there could be a bright side to that tragedy and you made sure to make that clear when you kissed him again and continued to kiss the corner of his lips, running your lips up his cheeks until you reached his ear and licked his earlobe with the tip of your tongue before whispering "I'm sure it will feel very interesting between my legs"

He glanced at you completely intrigued as you pulled away and walked towards the bedroom.

"Did you like it then?" He asked still unsure.

You chuckled "Yes I did. Besides I'm sure in another universe there must be a version of you without the goatee."

He took a good look in the mirror and shook his head as if trying to encourage himself. "You're right, it isn't so bad."

"Don't get too excited tiger, I want my goatee back as soon as possible or you'll be sleeping on the couch." You warned.

“How do I face Wong and America now?” He asked, his voice sounding completely mortified “Shit, can’t let Stark see me like this.”

“Good lucky with that.” You said laughing while leaving the room.

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 19 days ago

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Broken Rules🎀

Alpha Bucky Barnes/Yelena Bolova x Omega reader you

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes x Alpha Yelena Bolova x omega reader you

Warning: 18+, Alpha beta omega dynamics, swearing, minor injury, spanking👀 lemme know if I forgot anything.

Summary: You break the rules and they find out

A/n: Ya’ll…. I can’t believe I wrote this😭👀….

Oh you were finished. Absolutely undeniably screwed. You might as well start packing now. Ok maybe that was being dramatic but still you were in deep shit.

You sighed looking at the steaming hole in the plush carpet. Blaster still hot to the touch on the table beside you. Damn you and your bored curiosity.

One day. Bucky and Yelena had been gone one day and you’d already broken two of their biggest rules.

Rule #1 Never put yourself in danger under any circumstances.

Rule #2 No touching any of the weapons around the tower.

Yup you were screwed. You whined feeling the burning sensation on your hand intensify.

The skin a fiery red from the blast but not as bad as It could have been you supposed. You could take care of it easily but the sizzling hole in the middle of the living room was going to be a bit more challenging. You weighed your options. You could cover the hole up somehow and make up some excuse as to how you hurt yourself that didn’t incriminate you… although your two hydra trained Alphas could spot a lie a mile away…

You really didn’t have much a-

*BZZT BZZT*

You gasped seeing the familiar name pop up on your comm watch.

Shit shit shit… ok act natural….

*click*

“H-hello?”

“What happened?” Bucky’s voice cut through the device like a knife despite the gunshots ringing in the background.

“W-what?” You heard a grunt and something thud onto the ground then he spoke again, stern but that underlying concern ever present.

“I said what happened.” More grunts and gunshots but Bucky didn’t seem phased.

“Bucky I don’t know what your-“

“Don’t lie baby girl we felt your distress through the bond, are you hurt- ah shit, Bucky we have 30 seconds before it explodes-“ Yelena tsked.

“On it”

“Now answer the question, are you hurt? What happened?”

“Are you guys by a bomb!?” You shrieked suddenly panicked.

“Don’t change the subject!” Bucky yelled from further away.

“You heard him little one answer the question. now.” Her voice was stern and even through the phone it sent a shiver down your spine.

“I-I I’m fine! Are you guys fine!?”

“Please, we’re basically yawning over here- no Bucky cut the red one not the blue one-“

“Got it, it’s disabled.” You cried a sigh of relief. The beeping ceased and you heard a shuffle by the phone. Bucky’s voice cutting back in.

“Doll?”

“Y-yeah?”

“You gonna tell us what’s going on like a good girl or do we have to come home now and handle it ourselves” his voice was soft but you could hear the underlying threat clear as day.

“I um… I just hurt myself a bit, it’s nothing big really..” you cringed at how unconvincing you sounded.

“What? How?” Yelena sounded more worried now.

You sighed knowing you couldn’t lie to them because they’d find out the truth anyway like they always did.

“I-I burned my hand, but it’s really not that bad! I already put some cream on it and-“

“How did you burn it? The stove? God I knew that new model was shit- lemme call the doctor-”

“No I don’t need a doctor! I already treated it, it was just a little graze…”

….

“Graze?” You sucked in a breath.

“Y-yeah…”

You heard a frustrated sigh

“Baby”

“Y-yeah?”

“Were you playing with our weapons again?”

“….yes”

“We’re on our way”

“Huh? B-but the missio-“

*click*

Crap…

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The wait was excruciating. You sat on the couch leg tapping the floor a mile a minute. The familiar ding of the elevator had your heart leaping from your chest.

The doors slid open revealing your two Alphas. Both were covered in dirt and blood-barely any of their own of course- and both looked equally tired. As soon as they saw you they marched over quickly.

Yelena pulled you up so you were standing before scanning your entire body for injures. Bucky was already at your side pulling your hand up.

He frowned tilting it side to side, Yelena looked as well, growing more upset by the second. Concern quickly gave way to anger.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“I-I”

“And this isn’t even properly treated”

“I put the- ah Bucky?!”

You hardly could get a word in before you were lifted up and brought into the bathroom and placed on the counter.

Yelena followed soon after with a med kit.

Before your could protest she was pulling your long sleeve shirt off leaving you in your underthings and jeans.

“Yelena it’s just my han-“

She shushed you with a single look.

You felt like a worm under a microscope as they both treated your wound like it was a gunshot to the chest.

They worked quickly and although you could feel the steam rolling of of them, they were as gentle as possible. Once they finished they stepped back and motioned for you to go sit in the living room.

You avoided their gaze choosing a very interesting spot on the rug. The weight of their stares piercing through you like knives.

You didn’t dare speak in the tense atmosphere as they both stood in front of you.

“Now tell us exactly what happened”

Your breath hitched at his tone.

“W-well um-“

“And don’t dare lie omega” Yelena sat on the coffee table knees almost touching yours. You longed to feel her and Bucky but knew this was definitely not the moment to be whining for their affection.

After taking a shaky deep breath you continued, “I was um bored and wanted to look at the new shock blaster- I didn’t mean to press anything..Honestly I was just looking”

“Do you have any idea how ridiculously stupid that was? You could have seriously hurt yourself or worse!” You flinched at his harsh tone.

“What were you even thinking? you know you’re not allowed to touch our weapons.” Yelenas voice was quieter than Bucky’s but no less angry.

“I-I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking..”

“No you weren’t” Bucky huffed crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry…”

“How can we trust you alone again if you can’t even follow our simple rules?”

“I won’t do it again I promise…”

You felt the tears well up against your wishes. All you wanted to do these past few days was have them hold you in your arms and now that they were back they were furious with you. You felt your omega shrink back in shame for disobeying your alphas.

Despite the anger the two felt they couldn’t help but soften a bit seeing your tears.

“We’ll finish discussing this after we get cleaned up and changed. Be on the bed when we’re done.”

You nod still riddled with guilt as they both stood and disappeared down the hall into your shared bedroom.

The hour was late so while they were showering you changed into your night slip. Maybe the revealing skin would soften whatever punishment they had planned.

You sighed looking at the bandage that stuck out like a sore thumb.

The door clicked and a rush of steam flowed out, Your alphas now clean from the missions dirt and grime. Yelena in her silky robe and Bucky in just his pajama bottoms made your heart skip a beat.

How long had it been since they touched you? Way too long.

Yelena was the first to speak, “so you can listen when you want to.”

You bit your lip not sure what to say.

She took slow and careful steps to you like a predator stalking its prey.

“Stand up” you quickly scrambled off and stood in front just a few feet away from her. She gave Bucky a look to which he immediately sat on the bed legs spread.

“Take it off, all of it” you nodddd and shakily let the straps of your gown fall leaving a puddle of silk on the floor. You knew better than to disobey at a time like this so you quickly made work of your panties too.

As soon as you were bare Bucky pulled your arm making you yelp and stumble splayed out across his lap. You already knew what was going to happen.

Your fingers dug into the silk sheets awaiting the inevitable.

Cold hard metal slid up your thighs sending shivers through your body. You wished he was using his other hand so you could feel some semblance of comfort but it seemed this was all part of the punishment.

Smack

Quick but sharp the sting spread quickly.

“Count” Yelena crossed her arms leaning against the wall, her eyes on you like a hawk.

“O-one..”

Smack

“T-two..”

Smack

“Th-three…”

Bucky was relentless, his slaps firm and barely leaving room for relief.

“Can’t believe you did that, what the hell were you thinking?” Bucky practically growled from behind.

“I-I’m s-s-sorry ah-! F-four” you bit your lip as more tears fell down. The wind sharply blowing from the a.c, Bucky’s lack of touch, Yelena’s glare, by the 10 smack you were overwhelmed and shaking. Your scent was already distressed since they arrived- that was expected but there was a shift that made Bucky pause and Yelena falter in her stance.

You didn’t realize when it had become so hard to breathe through the sobs and shaking but now it felt like you couldn’t get any air in.

“Y/n?”

You world was quickly shifted and your gaze was no longer blurred sheets but a frowning Bucky.

In your distressed state you thought you only made him angrier so apologies were flooding out of your mouth only they were barely intelligible.

Bucky was anything but angry, concern washed over him when he realized your state and he was quick to pull you up to his chest, cradling you in his arms. He held your cheek with his real hand hoping the warmth would calm you. Yelena crossed the room quickly and kneeled in front gently caressing your hair.

“Hey hey it’s ok, it’s over shhh everything’s ok, we’re not mad ok? We were just worried, shh breathe doll breathe.” He continued to hold you close gently kissing your head and whispering reassurances softly.

“Baby we’re sorry we didn’t realize it was too much, please don’t cry anymore, cmon back to us love we promise we’re not mad ok? It’s all forgotten, just come back to us…” Yelena felt horrible for not picking up on your emotions much sooner. It’s true you had your safeword but they should have paid much more attention.

She stood up and sat beside Bucky, you still cradled in his lap. Bucky lifted one arm so she could also be near you and calm you down.

Their warmth and scents eventually helped your breathing to slow down and sobs turned into sniffles. You winced when the pain in your hand finally registered that you had been gripping it so hard.

Bucky motioned something to Yelena which she understood and swiftly pulled you into her lap, Bucky stood up disappearing into the bathroom for a sec and came out with a glass of water and some pills.

“Here doll, for the pain”. He held the pill to your lips and gently pushed before lifting the glass and helping you drink as well.

You whispered a thank you then snuggled back into Yelenas warmth.

“You alright baby?” You nodded to Bucky.

“I’m sorry we didn’t realize sooner…” Yelena kissed your cheek apologetically sounding disappointed in herself.

“I-It’s not your fault it’s mine, I-I should have used my s-safeword but I couldn’t really think and then-“

“Stop, it’s our jobs to protect you and care for you. We should have paid more attention. We’re so sorry.”

Yelena nodded in agreement, “We should have noticed, we’re to blame not you.” She buried her head in your shoulder feeling the guilt of the world.

“Please don’t be upset… can we just forget it all and cuddle and sleep please?”

Bucky sighed with a tired smirk and nodded while Yelena was already moving the two of you under the covers.

“Wait we gotta put the salve first” Bucky reminded and Yelena pulled the covers off. You frowned at the loss of heat.

“Awe come on can’t you do it in the morning?”

“No”

You huffed but laid still anyway as they spread the cream over your sore bottom.

As soon as they finished you were pulling them closer encasing you entirely. Bucky behind and Yelena in front. She gently pushed a strand out of your face before leaning closer and kissing you softly.

“Goodnight darling…”

Bucky lowered his head to kiss you as well then you watched biting your lip as the two kissed over you.

A rush of heat flooded your body and you couldn’t help but speak out, “a-actually it’s a little early to sleep don’t you think?”

Their laugh broke the kiss but soon their predatory gazes were locked onto you. Smiles diminishing into smirks that had your heart pounding in anticipation.

“Oh? What did you have in mind baby?”

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I cAnNoT bEliEve I wRoTe tHiS😅😅😅 guys was this cringy or do you want a series😂👀

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angellicxx · 2 months ago

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Ricochet- Chapter 1: The Beginning

Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Vigilante Reader

Summary: In the streets of New York, injustice thrives in the dark. Despite your work alongside Daredevil, you have to dig deeper into the criminal underground of NYC to discover the roots of corruption. Your vigilante life becomes entangled with your past as you work to infiltrate the underground mob run by the infamous Kingpin, freshly released on parole. Loyal federal agent Benjamin Poindexter is tasked with overseeing Fisk’s house arrest– and aiding in his empire under the alias of Bullseye. The both of you become interlaced within the Volchiy, a Russian gang led by your childhood friend; you moonlight as a vigilante, trying to take down the mob from within, while Dex is unaware the new girl he can't get his mind off of is the same one in a mask he fights in the streets. Torn between secret identities, lies, and threat of betrayal, you and Dex navigate a tension filled clash between loyalty and justice.

warnings: drug dealing implication, fight scene, blood, mention of h@nging

slowburn, enemies to lovers, secret identities, bullseye x vigilante reader, use of (y/n), reader is an orphan

an: Chapter 1 of my first full length fic. Hopefully you like it and I actually finish.

disclaimer: ivan volkov is an oc and the volchiy gang is a fictional mcu gang i made up. i dont speak russian so sorry if any of the langauge is wrong or stupid.

wc: 3,500

YOU

New York City was different at night.

A different city during the day, and different from anywhere else in the world.

But to the fortunate millions who are unlucky enough to burrow within the labyrinth of streets nestled between skyscrapers and offices, twinkling streetlights and billboards that replaced the stars, living in rows of century old bricked townhomes and eating at their corner store bodegas– it was home.

With its dreams and flaws and all, it was the one place where in a crowd of millions you could feel so close– yet so alone.

You weren’t a stranger to the deep poison that drained into the ground of the city. Bloody– like black bile– the cruelty of crime and lies that had been ever present as a New York native.

Justice had to be paid with a high price, but only by those willing to sell. Even with the haunt of knowing there was at least one person out in the streets below you who needed help, just someone to be noticed and saved by a dashing hero in the night, was enough to send you on the streets every evening in a skin tight costume, face guarded in a mask.

Every night was different.

Tonight could change.

“(Y/N).” A voice called from the other side of the roof as the access door’s hinges squeaked in the wind.

Devil horns pointed to the heavens as the fellow masked hero walked across the roof, where soot and dirt had caked into layers from decades of the building's abandonment.

“You’re late, Matt.” You with a tinge of annoyance through a cracking smile. This wasn’t an uncommon late appearance, but you didn’t mind; it gave you more time alone to breathe.

This has been your routine for the past year.

Late nights alongside Matt.

You couldn’t picture what your life would be like if you hadn't crossed paths. There were few heroes in New York, some that were unknown to anyone but thugs in the shadows. But meeting Matt put you on a clear path. It was refreshing to come across a normal person who understood you, even if you met that someone by nearly bashing each other's ribs in.

Your tired arms pushed your body up from its spot of legs dangling over the ledge, tingling as they gained feeling to stand up.

“Apologies. Got held up in the office.” He flashed a charismatic smile from beneath his half exposed cowl, stepping onto the ledge next to you.

You rolled your head over your shoulders, stretching your back with a scoff. “Don’t let your job get in the way of your hobby.”

“Ouch.” Matt said.

“And to think you actually enjoyed working with me.”

“No, no, I’m strictly here for business.” You patted a gloved hand over his padded shoulder and sighed. “Where are we going tonight?”

“Yesterday, there was a robbery on 56th. Three men from the Italians, all armed with guns and high out of their minds. Through their drugged rambling they managed to tell me about a warehouse at the piers; they said it was a hideout for some operation, only ever occupied for drops and pickups. Figured we would check it out tonight and see where it leads.”

You nodded, eyes wandering to the river distant in the horizon, the black waters gleaming with reflections of moonlight. “Sounds fun.” You said, pulling on your mask.

The warehouse was near the docks– an old canning factory in the early industry days turned moonshine distributor in the twenties. Abandoned for decades the red brick had faded and been engulfed in tangles of long ivy that covered the frosted pane windows.

Semi-trucks were parked for the night on the surrounding lot, stacks of shipping containers and a chain link fence keeping it guarded from a pedestrian road and isolated to the water. There was a small dock of rotting wood with a single boat bobbing in the black water.

You jumped the fence after Matt, the impact absorbing into the heel of your boot as you scanned the area. “It looks like a drop point.”

Matt rolled his shoulders as he crept around a shipping container. “Does it?”

You ignored him, piecing together as many clues as possible. “Shipments must be coming down from the Hudson, either local or overseas. Did the Italians say who owned it?”

“No, he passed out before he could even say what it was. It's empty, smells like gunpowder.”

“Weapons?”

He nodded. “Or there was trouble here recently.”

You managed to find an unlocked side door, making your way inside to the spacious warehouse. There was a layer of stagnant dust covering pillars of stacked crates and workbenches, the faint glow of a lantern as you peered from behind a wall.

Before you could advance further inside, a glove layered hand clutched onto your shoulder, pulling you back behind the corner.

“Stop.” Matt whispered.

You quickly scanned the area and tried to listen for what Matt was sensing. “What’s wrong?”

His head tilted. “Five men, armed. Coming from the dock.”

Through a shattered window you could see it, a second boat tethered at the water and the muffled sound of speech.

“Shit .” You muttered. “Great timing.”

There was a rumbling of an iron door and footsteps as the men entered– foreign speech echoed across the walls. A loud crash sent them into disarray. You peered over to see a crate had been knocked over, black guns scattered over the floor as they began to yell at eachother, fingers pointed at a retreating peer.

Matt took this opportunity to creep from the shadows, throwing a punch into the back of a straggler at the edge of the argument. You quickly followed suit, throwing your momentum into a kick that sent another on the ground as the other three were too busy engulfed in their bickering to notice they had visitors.

You were quick in the dark, it was where you worked best. Maybe that was why you and Matt worked so well together– you both had an advantage of being invisible.

You propelled yourself with your legs, wrapping them around the smaller of the accusing pair as you wrapped his neck and slammed him into the ground.

Despite your stealth, it came at the cost of your strength, especially against guys twice your bodyweight. You groan as you hit the pavement, thankful his head collided and knocked him out on the first try.

The other men finally caught on to the ambush. They snapped from the dispute, reaching for their holsters only to be hit away with a baton. One of the guys was on the ground before you even managed to stand back up. The last one standing, the guy who had dropped the crate, stood frozen– scrambling to unlock his safety as he walked backwards into a pile of boxes that clattered over him.

Your smirk dropped when an arm wrapped from behind you. Before you could dodge the impending blow to your face, Matt had pulled him off of you and pummeled his face.

Halfway between consciousness and falling to the floor from his knees, Matt held him up by his collar, fist raised. “Who do you work for?”

His head rattled frantically, pleading to the dark eyes of Daredevil’s mask. “N-n--nobody. N-o work-” Matt hit him again, grasping a tighter hold and looming over him.

“Who do you work for?”

The man choked, blood spurting out of his throat and dripping to the ground, eyes near swollen shut as he managed the words.

“Ivan Volkov.”

The name echoed in your mind as Matt struck a blow to his bloodied face, a quick knockout as he fell limp to the floor. There was a moment of silence– only heavy breathing echoing through the large warehouse.

Matt was listening, slowly turning to look at his partner who hadn’t moved.

“You know him.”

Not a question– a confrontation. You really hated having a human lie detector to work with.

Suppressed memories of your childhood seemed to flood in with no reason. Just one name and you were suddenly seven years old again; running through the streets of Brooklyn with your friends to escape classes taught by the nuns, scavenging for change in the gutter to buy candy and spend on petty bets, breaking windows with rocks to enter the abandoned buildings just like this one.

Just parentless, uncontrolled children– dreams still far and the ever lingering hope of finding a family one day. Through those early formidable years you had countless siblings.

Ivan Volkov was one of them.

A few years older than you, Ivan was orphaned at age ten when his father was imprisoned for his position in the Russian mob, only to be found hanging in his cell two days before the case went to trial. As far as you ever knew, Ivan’s mother was a nameless woman never present in his life, most likely killed for knowing too much when he was a child.

Nonetheless, Ivan was one of the few older kids at St. Michaels Orphanage. Aggressive, erratic, and manipulative– how he was labeled in his file. But you only knew Ivan as sweet, caring and funny.

He was just troubled, like the rest of you.

He would leave some nights and return bloodied in the morning; it was only a secret from the nuns that Ivan was slipping into a life similar to his father’s. You and the other children had watched him steal and do deals in the park near the church. He would only smile at you and buy ice cream with the leftover money so you all kept your mouths shut and never questioned anything.

He was like a brother to you.

When he aged out, you and three other kids cried all night; one of you even begged him to adopt you all. Ivan never visited after he left. He moved on in life.

But everytime a group of men in dark sunglasses, trench coats, and brooding energies walked down the street near gang territory you looked extra closely to see if you could recognize his face.

Now, years later, the truth was revealed. Heavy dust in the air and echoing clatters of distant machinery confirmed you weren’t dreaming. Ivan was alive and making a name for himself.

Reminiscence broke as you furrowed your brow and blinked your dry eyes to focus, a reluctant nod and click of the tongue.

“Yeah. Yeah I know him.”

Matt was watching you closely, reading you through subtle movements. “Have you worked for him before?”

You shook your head, sweat dripping as you rubbed your mask-covered brow. “We- uh, grew up together– in the orphanage. He left as soon as he turned eighteen and I never knew what happened to him. Last I knew he had run off to join a gang his dad had been a part of.”

Matt cocked his head, pieces coming together. “Dimitry Volkov, right? Christ, I remember studying that case in law school. He had the cops running circles back then– the biggest weapons bust in city history.”

“And now I guess he’s built it back up.” You reached your hand into an opened crate, fingers brushing cold metal as you hauled a handgun from its depths. You studied it in your hands– the weight, model, balance. As you turned the hilt you could see it. Carved into the shiny black was two thin converging lines, a watermark– “ V ”.

You swallowed, holding it out for Matt.

“Volchiy .”

He sighed as he took it. “Russians.” He removed a glove and brushed his thumb over the inscription. “I felt the same thing on the guns I found on the Italians. It's new– oiled. My guess, they were manufactured abroad and altered in the city. The Volchiy are dealing them underground so the weapons can’t be traced. There's probably hundreds of them distributed in the streets right now.”

You stood silent. The warehouse was filled with boxes. “Well, what do we do now?”

“They’re going to realize their stashpoint is compromised, probably move it or reinforce security. For all we know there could be dozens of locations scattered across the city– factories, hideouts, headquarters. It runs deep. This is just the tip of the iceberg.”

“What, we just leave an anonymous tip to the NYPD? ‘Hey, here's a new crime ring, good luck.’ We have to find where this leads.”

Matt was hesitant, placing down the gun. You knew the reason he didn’t want to keep searching.

“ Fisk .” You hissed, the name a curse. “You think he’s involved?”

He lowered his head, shaking it. “I know he’s in charge.”

“He’s on house arrest. He got the justice you wanted. He can’t possibly be doing damage from a penthouse.” You protested, but it was no use. Fisk haunted Matt more than you could realize. You could tell his release from prison infuriated him, despite when he claimed the FBI had the right to keep him locked away under supervision, even if it was in the comfort of a luxury apartment.

“He’s got the whole city wired from that penthouse. He’s pulling strings with the FBI– he’s only locked in there because he wants to be. He’s brutal, (Y/N). A man like Fisk– we can’t.”

You nodded despite your disappointment. This was a serious lead Matt was willing to abandon just because of his past with Fisk.

“Fine. I guess we’ll just stick to disarming the thugs on the streets after they’ve already striked.” You took one more look around the spacious warehouse before stepping over a knocked out gang member to the open door.

You were exhausted climbing up the fire escape to the roof, gripping the rusted rails to haul yourself up the next step. You were relieved to pull off your mask and breathe uncovered air when you landed on the same decrepit rooftop overlooking Hell’s Kitchen. You and Matt had made your way back through the shadows in silence, tensions high about your splitting decisions. He finally broke it as he lingered behind you.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Really. If things were different, then maybe. But right now– it’s just not safe.”

You understood. You hated that he was partly right, Fisk wasn’t a figure to be messed with. Especially when every criminal organization was under his command. Just going after one would domino all the others to come to aid. But deep in your bones you knew there was more. This was the whole point– protecting the city. If just one guy got to dictate how it ran, then there was no justice at all.

You turned around, nodding with sincerity. “I get it Matt. It’s alright. I’m sure there's something else we can do.”

He read you for a moment, a twitch of a smile when he realized you were telling the truth. “Thank you.” He gave a nod of approval before turning around. “Stay safe (Y/N).”

“You too, Matt. Good night.”

“Good night,” Matt called out as he vanished down the fire escape. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

You rolled your eyes and beckoned a wave, crouching back down onto your rooftop perch, gripping your mask in your hands-- hard. A sigh of aggravation fell through the air, caching back in your throat as you looked up.

Your eyes lingered in the skyline. Nothing felt so far anymore. Everything that was happening was in your territory– the one you promised to protect.

It was right there, stretching its influence across the city and trickling into Hell’s Kitchen.

It was a dumb thought, really. But what more was there to lose? How many people could get caught in the crossfire before you decided to sacrifice your integrity?

You tucked your mask into your belt, taking one more glance at the alive city before retreating home.

It was time to pay an old friend a visit.

DEX

Dex was haunted.

By the things he’s done, the things he was bound to do all over again.

He fell for it.

He fell right into Fisk’s grasp.

Every order he followed, it was because he wanted to.

Testified in the trial for Wilson Fisk’s parole and appeal.

He lied under oath– not like the truth has ever mattered.

He took out the fellow agents who refused loyalty.

Wore a mask.

Pulled the trigger.

Killed people.

The rest of the FBI would move on from this assignment and continue their work. Dex would be left to linger in the past-- more trapped within the house arrest boundary than Fisk ever was.

The thick bulletproof glass was the only thing keeping him from falling over sixty stories to the muck filled streets of New York. His gaze fell over the skyline, light filled windows of the Midtown high rises imitating the stars in the midnight darkness.

The sterile apartment of Fisk was like a familiar sanctuary above the city.

It was the same way he had his apartment– clean and orderly. The only thing visible in the fresh white painted walled penthouse were the dozens of modern art pieces on display at every turn, a museum worth millions for only Fisk and his wife to see.

At first, Dex could understand how only a deranged monster like Fisk could find solace in those strange pieces.

As time grew on, he began to grow fond of them too.

His favorite one was hanging right in the foyer.

Much of the art Fisk kept was just geometric shapes of paint on canvas, nonsensical patterns he never cared for of bland color.

This one was different.

Organic.

Messy.

Raw.

It wasn’t art to him– it was real.

Splatters of crimson that stained the linen canvas, no clues of the former cream color it once was. Streaks of different hues and splotches of unidentified circles. It was chaotic, but organized.

Just a red, bloody, mess.

For the quick glance where his eyes fell each day when he entered the front door, his dread disipated. He would forget he was in the same sterile apartment with the one task of being ordered around by Fisk; instead he was back in the field, gun in hand and steady throw at his will– complete precision and control. This was the only art in the world he could truly digest.

Every time he saw it there was a reminder that the artist– a name of a painter unknown to him and probably long dead– understood him.

Even with the entire city in his field of vision, Dex’s mind was far behind him in the entryway, glaring at the red and trying to understand it.

“Special Agent Poindexter.”

A gravelly voice echoed through the abnormally large apartment, rippling a chill through Dex’s spine, ears perking up as he turned to face the dim lit room.

The brooding force in a white suit– Wilson Fisk stood across the living room, hands behind his back like a marble statue.

“Sir.” Dex straightened, legs shoulder width apart and arms crossed over his thundering chest.

A vicious smile crept across his round face, city lights from the window bouncing off his bald head as he crept closer to the agent.

“Please, there is no need for formalities. I owe my gratitude for what you have done. For me, for Vanessa.”

Dex flexed his hands, fingers aching and knuckles bruised.

Killed people.

Fisk began his creep forward, careful steps across the white tiles that reverberated through the sparsely furnished room until he was parallel to the windows next to him.

“I am proud of your work.” Fisk sighed out the reluctant praise. Dex could tell the corruptive man wasn’t one to hand out sincerities like this.

“From that very night you saved my life, I knew you had an exceeding talent. One that could never be fully appreciated under the constraints of a federal agency. Where rules and standards demanded you set aside these strengths and neglect your abilities for a noble pursuit. The Bureau never appreciated you the way I do, Benjamin. With your help, I can restore the city. To the way it needs to be. Tamed. Disciplined.”

Dex rocked back on his heels to adjust his footing, becoming more aware of his time standing all day. “Thank you sir. It’s an honor to work for you.” The words forced from his voice, a tinge of a smile and nod at his approval.

“Now that I am free, the true work may begin. My time incarcerated has enacted a toll on the order of everything. They are becoming more sloppy and arrogant, my workers. I would go myself, but as you know I am still constrained.” He smiled.

Dex’s eyes flicked to the black banded ankle monitor, light beeping in the dark over Fisk’s pant leg. “My prospects are in desperate need of management in my absence. It is much to ask of you– but it must be done.”

Dex rolled his shoulders, glancing from the city to his boss.

“Anything you need, Fisk. I’ll do it.”

“Good. Very well.” Kingpin grinned. “How familiar are you with my empire?”

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