#I’m just watching black widow and I’m sobbing

[twoloaksinatrenchcoat]

Currently rewatching my favorite marvel movies again and I’m dying why did natty have to die I love her so much she’s so beautiful and kind hearted and the best person ever. WHY DID THEY KILL MY BABY I HATE MARVEL SO FUCKING MUCH. Every single one of their good characters are either tortured souls or dead. IT ISNT FAIR

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Hi!! I saw your most recent fic, and I absolutely loved it! I’ve been watching YouTube like crazy and got an idea for Steve Rogers. If you don’t like it I am perfectly understanding of it! I was thinking of something where the reader had her wisdom teeth removed and Steve is there to help, but along the way, he deals with the silliness of it all. It’s okay if you don’t want to, as I said I completely understand! Xx

Truth serum

Hey ! I'm super happy you loved my last fic ! And I absolutely love your idea !! Here's what came from your ask, hope you'll enjoy it !

Love,

Cloudy

TW: none, fluff, nonsense because of anesthesia.

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own.

Don't be shy: reblog, comment, like !!

You felt dizzy, fuzzy and you couldn't focus your eyes. You knew, you were at the dentist, you just had your wisdom teeth removed. You didn’t feel your tongue or your lips, making you sob quietly… well not so quietly, when your super soldier boyfriend was in the corridor, waiting to come and see you.

“Honey?” he whispered not to startle you.

“Weve?” you slurred. 

Your head is rolling from side to side, looking for him, you relax when he takes your hand in his, you intend to smile, but..well only half of your mouth lifts, making Steve smile tenderly. 

“How do you feel, love?”

You groan, trying to pucker your lips.

“ca’t fwel my lups”, another sob, “ow ca i iss ou?”

He takes a moment for him to understand what you’re saying, but when he does, he leans in and kisses you softly, it tickles you, but it’s not like usual and you let another sob out.

“Ca’t fwel! nooo, m’roken” you gasp and open your eyes wide. “Mean i no longe’ yo gurfwiend!”, you cry, fully cry and Steve is taken aback. He knew that anaesthesia could lead to unexpected reactions, but he was not ready for this.

“You’re still my girlfriend, honey, you’re even my fiancé, remember?”

You stop crying and look at him, well you intend to, but you cross eyed and blink. 

“Fiancé?”, you whisper to yourself. “You want to marry me?”, you ask him in disbelief. 

Steve chuckles quietly “Of course i want to marry you, i’m in love with you”

“YOU WOVE ME?”

He rubs your knuckle tenderly and nods, you look at him, shocked. 

“you wove me?”, you whisper-yell.

“I do, I love you sweetie”. 

The nurse comes in to monitor you and you look at her.

“He woves me. he ant mary me. he woves me, nat!”

The nurse looks at Steve and smiles. “Do I look like the black widow?”

He laughs softly, “I think yeah, it must be the red hair.” She laughs with him and you’re sure they’re mocking you.

“It a prank? You no wove me, you wove nat. i’m fool. nobody woves me. i’m alone.”

Steve sits on the bed and holds your hand tightly, “No, baby, absolutely not. I only want you.”

He realises slowly that you might express all your insecurities. The nurse looks at him and gives him a reassuring smile. “She’s all good, just have to wait for the doc before she can go.”

The nurse leaves, but you can’t stop the tears from rolling. Steve realises you are having a panic attack, he starts to draw circles on your wrist and hums your favourite song. It helps a little, but your brain can’t decide if he’s lying or not about the wedding. It’s all fuzzy and you feel dizzy and sleepy. 

“Honey, baby, i love you, i only love you, since the moment i saw you for the first time in the office.” 

You sniffle, nodding.

“I ha trush on you sin you tame out of the ite. A tupid fangurl… sorry, I'm treep. No want to make you fall in love with me. I just…”

He kisses your forehead, shutting you up.

“But steve, yo-”

“No, baby, I know all of that. And you’re not a creep. You’re my love. I had a crush on you too, the first you came to work, I had my eyes on you. See we are both creeps.”

You chuckle and sigh. “Amatin ‘tevie, wanna ave ur baby”, you start to drift off, letting a Captain flushed and hot. “Ant all you baby…wanna mate you a daddy…”

You continue to babble nonsense about making the Captain America the best daddy ever, have all his little ones, being full of him all the time. Steve feels hot more and more, shaking his head, because even with saying such filthy words you were the most adorable woman he ever lays his eyes on. 

Later that day

You’re back home with Steve, sipping a little soup and he keeps looking at you with a new hunger in his eyes. 

“What is it Steve? You keep looking at me weird”.

“You don’t remember?”

You arch a brow… shaking your head “no…what should I remember?”

Steve looks at you dead in the eyes “About making me a daddy and being full of my children?”

You choke on your soup. “No I did not say that ? Did I?”. You hide behind your hands. Steve chuckles tenderly. 

“It’s just we never talk about it and you blurted that out… and i…couldn’t stop thinking about it since then.”

At that moment, you’re both blushing hard. After a long silence, you look at him.

“Marry me first Rogers, then we can work on making you a Daddy.”

The end

[thebadgerclan]

Brace

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: For months, you'd braced for his death...

A/N: not requested, but I love this idea

It was a miracle he’d survived it.  That was what was whispered on the streets, among the Palace staff, and what was said to you.  And it was true.  It was a miracle that Nikolai had pulled through, that he’d survived the illness that had stricken him for months.  The Healers weren’t quite sure why the King had recovered; maybe it was a combination of the medicines they’d given him, maybe the illness had run its course, or maybe your desperate prayers to the Saints had been heard.

Nikolai wasn’t quite back to full functioning, but he was getting there.  He tired easily and moved slowly, but you saw that spark in him: the spark that made Nikolai Nikolai.  Your husband’s council would be receiving a hefty sum of money soon, they had all but carried the burdens of the Crown while the King was sick, as you had never left his side.  But Nikolai was back, you were back, and Ravka rejoiced.

He found you in your rooms, hunched over a trunk, stuffing something inside.  “Darling?” he said, leaning on the doorframe.  “What are you doing, beautiful?”  You whirled around to face him, kicking the trunk shut as you did.  “What?”  “I said,” your husband replied, slowly making his way further into the room towards you.  “What are you doing, beautiful?  You’re not….going somewhere, are you?”

“No!” you rushed to assure him.  You stood and took his hands, pressing fleeting kisses to his knuckles.  “No, Kolya, I’m not going anywhere.  I’m just…packing some things away.  Things I won’t be needing.”  “Yeah?” your husband said, bringing one hand to cup your cheek.  “You’re not getting rid of those furs I brought back from Fjerda, are you?”  You tried to laugh, but all that came out was a broken sob.

“Y/N?  Love, what’s wrong?”  You kicked the trunk open, letting Nikolai see what lay within.  Gowns, cloaks, boots, shoes, jewels, veils–all in black.  “Y/N, wha–”  “You were so sick,” you said.  “So sick, Nikolai.  For nearly two months, I sat at your side and watched you deteriorate.  The Healers…they did everything they could.  They told me that there wasn’t much hope, Kolya, that there wasn’t much more they could try.

“Your council told me to prepare,” you continued.  “So I…I had a wardrobe made.  A wardrobe befitting a widow.  Because I was told to brace for your death.”  You cried then, and Nikolai pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.  “Oh, my love,” he whispered.  “I’m so sorry.  I’m so sorry that I put you through all of that.”  You buried your head in his chest, fists clutching his shirt, holding on so desperately.  “You didn’t lose me, Y/N, I’m right here.”

“They wanted me to start picking out flowers,” you said, voice flat and numb.  “For your funeral.  They wanted me to pick readings.  Nikolai, I….it came so close.  You came so close to dying.”  He held you tighter, kissing your hairline.  “Y/N, my love, look at me.  There she is, there’s my beauty…”  He cradled your face in his palms like you were something holy, something rare and precious; which to Nikolai, you certainly were.

“I am so sorry that you had to go through that,” he said.  “And I am so sorry that you had to mourn me before I was gone.  But I am here, Y/N.  I am alive, and I am well.  And I’m going to spend the rest of my long, long life loving you and worshiping you.”  And Nikolai kissed you, making you whimper and tears spring to your eyes.  “I love you,” he said.  “I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.  I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Another sob left your throat, but this one was in part from your husband’s declaration, from his affection.  “I love you too, Kolya.  Saints, I love you.”  He held you for another few moments before speaking.  “Do you know what I think you should do with those clothes, my love?”  “Hmm?”  “Burn them.  If someone dies, I’ll make you an entirely new wardrobe.  But not these.  I never want to see you wear them.”

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder again.  That night, Nikolai had dinner sent to your rooms, where you drank a bottle of wine while feeding your mourning clothes to the fire.  “I knew you were there,” he said a while later.  “While I was sick.  I knew that you were at my side, even when I was delirious.”  Saints, how many times could he make you cry in a day?  “Y-you did?”  “I did, my love.  You were like a beacon calling me to shore.  A tether keeping me from drifting too far.”  You could only nod and send up a prayer of thanks to whatever Saints were listening for saving your Nikolai.

[whatislovevavy]

9. Faint Heartbeat

Jake Seresin x OC (Caledonia Hughes)

WC: 4.5k

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut (18+), mostly angst

AN: Apologies for the wait, but here's the 9th chapter :) Enjoy :) Thank you @sebsxphia for the encouragement to write this story when it was in development, it means the world <3 Also a big thank you to @royallyprincesslilly for the design of the divider 

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These characters, except for Caledonia and Ella, are obviously not my own. This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

"Jake," 

Your honeyed glazed tone met his ears. 

The warm golden glow of his bedroom caressed his visual field, your upright form languidly supported by your hands behind you. 

His eyes traced the expanse of your body; red lace accentuating the curves of your lush breasts and the barely visible lace thong hugging your hips as you crossed your legs over the edge of his bed. 

He audibly swallowed, unable to move. 

You bit your lip softly, pearly teeth almost piercing the bottom lip, trailing your eyes up his form. 

He watched as the cherry red painted nail on your forefinger gleamed in the warm light as it moved in a come-hither motion. 

His legs moved on their own accord until he could feel the sweet, tart scent of strawberries touch his nose.

Only the soft buzz of unsaid electricity separated you both.

Your stare was too intense. Heavy and lust filled. He knew that once his eyes met yours, he wouldn't be able to look away. 

“Come closer.”

Jake didn’t know if he could get any closer. 

But none the less he followed the same honeyed tone, letting his hands softly uncross her legs and place them around his waist. 

Your breaths intermingled as your lips just grazed each other’s.

Your gaze met his, and he was trapped in place.

He swallowed, unable to look away.

Like a fly in a black widow’s web. 

Your eyes were glassy as they seemed to open up his soul for all to see.

Every good memory and bad intention he ever committed, laid before her eyes.

“Why didn’t you want me anymore?”

His throat tightened, regret flashing before his eyes as he took in your now teary eyes and sob wracked tone.

“Caledonia, I-,” he said desperately.

Suddenly, you were cowering away from him, moving further and further up the bed.

“Was I not good enough for you?”

Your tone made his heart clench.

“No, Sweet-”

“Too hard for you to love?”

Tears flowed down your cheeks, eyes red, and bottom lip wobbling with each sob that left your throat like a wounded fox. He could feel his heart sinking like lead into his chest, wanting to reach out, comfort you, and tell you that you weren’t hard to love.

Not in the slightest.

“Just go, Hangman,”

Your snarl made his heartbeat sound in his ears, making it feel like it was getting harder and harder to breath. 

Jake sucked in a breath as he awoke, met with only the silence of his room and subtle wirring of the air conditioner.

He was gasping for breath, feeling his sheets constrict him as his sweat permeated the material. 

His sheets crumpled to the floor as he flung his body upright and over the edge, putting his head in his hands as he tried to gain control of his breathing.

He let his eyes clench and relax.

This was his burden to bear.

His thoughts raced around one set of words, like planets around a star.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

—

Thump.

Thump.

The soft beating of your heart was only sound that registered in your mind that you were still alive.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

Perhaps ‘alive’ was too… optimistic.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

Existing. That was a better word.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

Breathing in. Breathing out. Heartbeat faint.

We shouldn’t do this arrangement anymore. I’m sorry.

You snuggled closer into your covers, letting your eyes clench shut before letting them rest.

The soft sequential knocks on your door met your ears. But you didn’t move.

“Caledonia? Sweetie?”

Penny’s soft voice, made you shift your head up a bit to see her.

Her face was painted in worry, with a tight lip and slight pinch between her eyebrows. 

“You hungry?”

Soft puffs of breath gently landed on your rumpled sheets, shaking your head. 

It had been like this for the better part of three weeks. Three weeks since those pixelated letters pierced your heart like an arrow into an elk. 

Penny softly sighed, “Ella will be here in a few hours, she wanted to do something for you that might make you feel better.”

Silence permeated your room that no longer held it’s usual air of coziness; now it just held the same sombering feeling of going through the wreckage of a tornado-struck house. 

You let out a small ‘Ok,” voice gravelly from lack of speaking that made Penny’s heart clench. 

“Let me know if you need anything, Ok?”

You softly sighed, nodding, adjusting in your bed.

—

“Ella, I don’t think I’m up for this,” you groaned as your friend dragged you towards Cuticles & Curls, the salon you both frequented when you could together.

He halted, putting her hands on your shoulders and taking a deep breath before bringing her gaze to yours.

“Caledonia, I’m not going to leave you at Penny’s to cry over some idiot manwhore who didn’t have the brains to know that letting you go was a mistake and for not doing what he did in person. You deserve better and… some of this is partially my fault, so let me help cheer you up. Michelle was worried about you, and understands, so she pitched in as well.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Dr. Cortez, your PhD advisor, pitched in money. For you to get your nails and hair done?

“She knows you’re going through a lot these past few weeks and haven’t been in the lab much because of it. I was surprised too.”

“You shouldn’t feel responsible for this. I was the one who signed that stupid contract. I’m the one who decided to fuck him.”

Your lip quivered, eyes beginning to glaze over. 

“Ok, stop. No. No more thinking about him, ok? Here, “ she gestured towards the salon, “he doesn’t exist, it’s just that strawberry shampoo you like and a million options for nail polish. Plus, we have to get your revenge look in order before you start work again.”

You nodded, wiping your nose with your sweatshirt sleeve, letting out a chuckle and a sniffle. 

—

“Do you feel better?”

A soft smile graced your lips, a now foreign warmth filling your chest.

“Yeah, I feel better, feel cleaner.”

You looked at your cherry red nails, watching as they gleamed the color of sin in the late afternoon sunset. 

Ella gave you a side hug as you both walked back to her car, admiring the reinvigorated copper shine of your locks and the fresh scent of strawberries wafting off of your locks.

“There is one more thing I had planned for us to do today.”

—

Phoenix tried to remember the words you told her as she watched Hangman make his way towards his aircraft, helmet languidly swinging in his hand.

"Just-just don't hurt him, ok?"

She could still vividly hear the sniffles and see your red tainted, tear soaked eyes as you begged Halo and Phoenix to not lay a hand on him. 

Phoenix had repressed her anger these past few weeks. For your sake. 

That didn’t mean she didn’t bust Hangman’s balls any chance she got. 

Her jaw was tense, eyes sharp as she pinpointed her glare on the back of his head.

How dare he laugh like he did nothing wrong?

Did taking you virginity mean nothing to him? 

Was defending her at Admiral Cain's retirement ball all for show?

"Phoenix, you hear me?" 

Her eyes darted to the familiar green ones, face still marked in one of steadily brewing aggression and hostility. 

"You fine covering me while I go after Fitch?"

She continued to stare at him, jaw tense before moving past him. 

—

"What the fuck Phoenix! I thought you had me up there." 

Phoenix continued walking, a stoic expression on her face as she strode. 

“Hey, what’s your problem-”

In a flash, Phoenix turned back to him.

“You are such an asshole, Bagman, you know that?” She hissed, venom dripping with every word. 

She watched his slightly taken aback face and parted lips. 

“Do you have any idea what you’ve put Cali through?”

Her eyebrows rose as she watched him swallow with a deer in the headlights look on his face.

She scoffed, “Nothing to say for your actions, huh?”

Jake took a look around to notice that their interaction had garnered the attention of his fellow aviators. 

She turned away.

“I did it for her, not for me,” His tone quiet. 

She stopped, almost unable to believe what she was hearing, the tone even more so given it was the antithesis of his entire persona.

He watched as she turned back to him, stopping only a few inches before him, holding his gaze like a leopard meeting one of a gazelle’s. 

She scoffed again, “We both know that’s a lie,”

He felt like someone had poured ice water down his back, and it didn’t help that he knew his colleagues were listening.

“You’ve always done things for yourself, it’s the one thing we could count on you for for years."

He swallowed, feeling the San Diego sun beat down on him. 

“Just answer me one thing… Why did you do it?”

Jake swallowed, “Do what?”

Phoenix rolled her eyes, tone sharp, “Do this fucked up arrangement with her? Did you even think about her in this or were you just too engrossed in the idea of being someone’s first?”

“I-I just wanted to help her out… I wanted her first time to be safe and… for her to enjoy herself.”

Her glare sharpened.

“Really? So you just didn’t think there be any repercussions to you being a “good samaritan”? Thought you could just drop her once your “job” was done?”

Her eyebrows rose, waiting for an answer.

Jake watched as her breathing grew heavier with poorly concealed rage.

“I don’t know.”

Wrong answer.

Crack. 

Jake stumbled back, almost losing his balance.

A few noises of surprise left the group of aviators standing in the periphery of the altercation. 

Pain spread from his nose to the rest of his head.

“Jesus,” he groaned, anger spreading through him.

He wiped against the underside of his bleeding nose, keeping his gaze on the woman infront of him, her fist clenching and releasing sporadically. 

But her gaze did not deter.

“Do you have any idea what you mean’t to her?”

The pain in his heart soon rivaled that of what throbbed in his nose. 

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek at lack of response as she watched the drop of crimson dribble down to his lip.

“You’re a fucking coward,” She scoffed, leaving Jake to deal with his actions on the hot San Diego Tarmac.

—

“And this one is Ginger, she’s a few months old,” 

You cooed at the small orange tabby kitten on your lap, while Ella cradled an older black cat, Ghost. 

“Aww, she’s absolutely adorable,” you couldn’t hide the excitement on your face as she purred and nuzzled at your hand. 

“Thanks again, Katylyn, for letting us come by.”

The brunette smiled, “It’s no problem, we’re always welcome to visitors, and I owe a lot of favors to Ella.”

You softly smiled, turning your gaze back to the kitten in your lap.

But a pair of small blue eyes caught your eye in the corner crate.

The little thing looked so shy and scared.

Your lip quirked in your pout, “What’s that little one’s name?”

Ella and Katylyn both looked towards the little feline huddled in the corner.

“Oh, that’s Chanel, she’s one of the older cats here. Unfortunately, she’s been here about a year and hasn’t found a home yet. She’s on the shyer side and it kind of deters new cat owners looking to adopt that come in.”

Your lip quirked to the side as you took in each word.

Chanel deserved better than this.

“I’d like to see her, and maybe pet her if that’s alright.”

A small smile blossomed on Katylyn’s lips, “I think that can be arranged, Ella can you hold both Ghost and Gingy?”

“Of course, Oh wait I want to see her too”

You laughed as she got up, trying to balance both cats in her arms.

Katylyn cooed softly at Chanel as she gently unlocked the crate, leaving it open for her to see her surroundings. 

You pouted as you saw her sit up, but still cower towards the back of her crate.

“She’s really sweet, she just isn’t very open around people,” Katylyn reassured softly.

“Aw, sweetie, it’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you,” you cooed as you softly brought your hand into the crate with a gently closed fist.

Your lip quirked as she gingerly sniffed and rubbed at your hand.

"Aww, you're just a little snuggle bug."

Chanel started to carefully move towards you, letting your hand settle on top of her head. 

Katylyn exchanged a look with Ella, shooting her a small smile. 

"Would you be interested in taking her home?"

You paused your movement on her fluffy, soft tan, white, and black blotched coat. 

"Oh, I don't know if I'd be able to-"

"I talked with Penny beforehand. If you wanna take her home, you can."

Your lips parted. 

Ella only gave you a love-filled smile. 

You gave Katylyn a small smile, biting back a full blown grin, "where do I sign?"

—

"See the cute man there? That's Agent Mulder, and we would die for Agent Mulder. But we won't die for any man, no matter how good they are at oral sex, but we'll make an exception for him."

You cooed as you scratched Chanel's head as she purred contentedly in your pajama clad lap in your bed, computer propped up and playing reruns of the X-Files.

You shook your head, feeling the visceral reaction to how Hangman used to treat you.

How he used to do sinful things with his tongue.

How he used to find those spots inside you so easily. 

How he used to kiss you and call you "Lass" and "Sweetheart."

How you couldn’t even think about the powder blue dildo in your bottom bedside drawer without thinking about how he filled you so perfectly. 

How he defended you at Admiral Cain's retirement ball.

No one had ever done anything like that for you, any of this before.

No. You weren't going to think about him. 

He made it clear he didn't want you anymore like that. 

He didn’t even want you as girlfriend; only someone he could get his dick wet with.

You should have listened to Phoenix.

A sigh left your lips, letting your thoughts wander to the bouquet of hydrangeas and baby's breath on your desk that Bob and Bradley had gotten to cheer you up. 

Your lip quirked. 

You almost forgot that Halo had tried to set you up on a date with one of her gym buddies on base.

The thought of going on a date didn't sound appealing in the slightest. If anything, you didn't want to become romantically involved with any man in the near future. 

It was all too much and you needed to heal after spending a few months in this situationship.

Plus, you were more than content to live vicariously through Ella and Bradley's newly sprouted relationship. 

It was bittersweet; you were happy for her but it also served as a devastating reminder of what you failed to have with Ja-Hangman. 

God, how stupid you were to do this arrangement with him. 

You couldn't even make use of the sex toys he bought you; they only served as a reminder of your mistake. 

Your libido had taken a hit with your steadily tanking mental health, but when you did feel in the mood you couldn't bring yourself to the same precipice of pleasure that he had been able to so easily. 

It frustrated you to no end when you let your thoughts wander.

He couldn't leave you alone, could he? 

Was the memory of his touch, smile, and gaze supposed to haunt you for the rest of your life?

Every time you felt that familiar tingle in your clit, your heart would drop. 

The reminder of what you had never had to begin with ever present. 

You could feel the dip in your mental state grow steeper as you pulled yourself from thoughts of the green-eyed pilot you gave your body and heart to.

A sigh left your lips as you clued back into the episode playing on your computer, Chanel's soft puffs of breath barely audible above Mulder and Scully's verbal exchanges. 

You both were just two girls that had been abandoned. 

Maybe that was why she warmed up to you so quickly.

You snuggled closer into your bed, mentally preparing for your first night at work in four weeks, Chanel still purring as you scratched the white fluffy coat on her back and under her chin. 

—

It had been four weeks.

Jake couldn't sleep. 

He hadn't been able to for a while. 

Those same pixelated words haunted each crevice of his mind, both day and night. 

As did Phoenix's on the tarmac. 

And her punch to his nose, which thinking back on it, he deserved. 

The dull pain in his nose came back at the memory. 

As did the continued glares from Phoenix and the looks of pity from Coyote. 

And the uncharacteristic silence from Bob. And the looks from Bradshaw. 

The last one he was sort of blindsided by. 

You’re such a dumbass, his gaze said everytime. 

He hadn’t had the energy or the courage to show his face at the Hard Deck since.

The interactions with his coworkers on base was enough.  

And he didn’t want to give Phoenix the opportunity to punch him again. 

He could feel each and every little thing get to him; Someone standing too close to him, an ill-placed joke, a co-workers gaze staying on him a little too long.

Everything itched his senses in the worst way. 

It didn’t help that his flying had taken a hit these past few weeks.

He couldn’t even drive by Francisco’s or the Biochemistry labs at UC San Diego without his heart turning to lead, sinking into the deepest, darkest pit in his chest.

He couldn’t look at the ocean for too long without being reminded of the dark sapphire hue of your eyes, or the red roses his neighbor had planted as they only reminded him of the way your lips looked when he danced with you at Admiral Cain’s retirement ball. 

He couldn’t think about the contract he made for you. 

The one that he had diligently penned in the activities he got to do with you that he had stowed away in his bottom bedside drawer. 

Maybe this was what an existential crisis felt like. 

Perhaps this decision wasn’t what was best. 

He didn’t understand why everything had gone to shit. 

Sure, it started with your smile and how you greeted him, eyes all bright and beautiful. 

The sex always had sprinkles of something more in it. More than just a friends with benefits relationship. But he tried his best to ignore the feeling, summing it up to just being good friends, and wanting to give her the experience that he knew few men could give her.

It was what you deserved, he reasoned. 

But then the sex became the closest thing he had ever described as love-making; holding hands, cuddling and making breakfast together afterwards, and sweet, loving exchanges.

And then you took care of him like no other woman besides what his mom had done. 

Not even his first real girlfriend. 

The way you looked into his soul with such softness as you rose up and down his cock that one night, was one of the most terrifying moments of his life. 

A soft knock on his door lifted his brain from the dark and murky thoughts that drowned his mind as he watched the overhead fan above his bed.

“What is it, Javy?” He said, voice raspy from lack of use. 

“We need to talk,” Javy closed the door behind him, taking a seat on Jake’s bed. 

“What’s there to talk about.”

“This, you’ve been like this for weeks. Getting snippy with people at work, socially ostracizing yourself, and it’s not everyday that Phoenix clocks you in the nose.”

Jake sighed, putting his head in his hands and groaning. 

It was all becoming too much. He just wanted to feel normal.

And for people to leave him alone.

He wished he could be able to meet a woman at the Hard Deck, take her home and then never have to worry about seeing her again. 

But he had no motivation to do so.

They weren’t you. 

“I’m fine, Javy.”

“Look, I know you’re not fine… And I think it’s because of you ending things with Caledonia.”

Jake’s blood turned icy at the mention of your name.

It still sounded so beautiful. 

He couldn’t bring himself to say your name during the past four weeks. 

He let out a rattled breath, “look, it doesn’t matter, just drop it.”

Javy gave him an incredulous look, scoffing, “No, it does matter, because the way I see it you broke Caledonia’s heart because you can’t handle having real feelings for a woman.”

Jake sent a glare his way, jaw tense.

Javy rose his eyebrows, waiting for his longtime friend to respond.

He couldn’t think a non-incriminating response, electing to stay silent and look towards the window with a softened glare.

But that was the only answer Javy needed. 

Javy looked closely at Jake’s face; the disheveled hair, layer of scruff on his cheeks, the irritability, the avoidance of coworkers and friends.

It all reminded Javy of the first, and only, time his dad broke up with his mom.

Javy’s father used to recount their break up during Valentines day or on his mom’s birthday, saying it attributed to him deciding to marry her.

“I just couldn’t live without your Mamãe, and that time away from her made me realize how much I loved her.” 

Javy’s lip quirked as he remembered his father’s soothing voice, so filled with love for his mom.

“You love her, don’t you?”

Jake’s eyes darted to Javy’s, sitting up.

“What?”

“I said, you love her, don’t you? That’s why you spent so much time with her at the bartop and decided to do this arrangement. And defended her so fiercely that night of the retirement gala. You love her."

Jake sputtered over his words, scoffing, shaking his head, eyebrows pinched.

“That’s- no, I was just-”

“No? So you just feel so bad about what happened with Caledonia that you’ve just been inducing a deep depressive episode, even though you’ve had situationships with countless other women before, and never showed even an ounce of remorse like this before?”

Jake swallowed, unable to speak, his thoughts racing as fast as his throat was closing up. 

Javy brought his open palm onto his shoulder, squeezing, “look, you need to talk to her, because what you’re doing is only hurting you and her. And contrary to popular belief, you both deserve better than that.”  

“I’m going to be at Delilah's tonight. I hear that Caledonia is coming back for the closing shift at Penny’s… and for what it’s worth, she cares about you. Genuinely. 

Javy gave him a sympathetic smile with a shrug as he turned to leave his room, the door closing with a soft click. 

A rattled sigh left his lips. 

He knew what Javy was implying.

She wouldn’t hurt you like Regina.

He knew that, but he felt love with Regina.

And this was more intense with what he had with you. 

But maybe what I had with Regina wasn’t love?

His eyes widened, sitting up with a look of relization on his face. 

What he felt with Regina wasn’t love. It was a deep infatuation. A dependence on her induced by manipulation and the hope that he would be enough.

Maybe that’s why you scared him so much. 

Because you loved him. 

His thoughts raced to a halt; only one thing on his mind: And I love her. 

He all but clambered out of bed to find you at the Hard Deck. 

—

“Here you go, guys,” you said softly with a smile as you served drinks to the group of aviators. 

“Thanks, Cal. You feeling better?”

You gave a gentle smile and a shrug towards Phoenix as she gave you a sympathetic smile in return, “doing as best as I can.”

She still hadn’t told you about breaking Jake’s nose.

Bob gave you a comforting smile. 

“How’s Chanel settling in?”

Your eyes drifted to Bradshaw’s kind ones, your smile growing brighter.

“She’s doing well, she’s started exploring the rest of the house and getting more comfortable… you guys are all welcome to come by and see her.”

“Wait, who’s Chanel?”

Your face morphed into an expression of realization as you looked towards Fanboy. You hadn’t told anyone about Chanel besides Phoenix and Ella. 

It made sense that Bradley would know since he and Ella were practically attached at the hip now. 

“Oh, sorry, she’s a cat I adopted about a week ago. Here,” you pulled out your phone, pulling up a few pictures, “isn’t she cute?”

“Oh my God, she’s fucking adorable. Jesus Christ.”

You started giggling as Fanboy’s expression shifted to one of intense happiness as he scrolled through picture after picture of your white, beige and black fluff ball with blue eyes.

Her laying on her back, pearl white belly up. Her snuggling into your side. Her looking expectantly at the foot of your bed.

“Ok, Chanel, I see you. Damn, she’s so photogenic,” you laughed harder as Payback took the phone from Fanboy. 

You were flagged down by a few patrons across the bar.

 “I’ll be back in a few, you can keep my phone if you guys wanna see more pictures, anyone else want anything?”

The group gave various answers of “no.”

As you left to deal with another set of customers during the Friday night rush, the group of aviators gathered closer to look over at your phone.

Rooster and Pheonix didn’t feel as inclined since they knew about her before the others.

They both exchanged smirks as their coworkers were reduced to cooing and awwing messes at the sight of your new companion. 

—

Caledonia said goodbye to the last of patrons leaving the Hard Deck, as she wiped down the last table. 

Soon, you were gathering her purse and sweatshirt from the backroom and locking the front door. 

A sigh left your lips as you turned around, eyes and hands preoccupied with getting your car keys out of your purse.

Your eyes rose to it’s normal level, doing a double take at what laid before her.

Your heart stopped, body tensing. 

A stubbly cheeked, hair disheveled, basketball shorts and worn t-shirt wearing man was standing a few meters ahead of her.

“Jake?"

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[aza-writes]

So the reader is the youngest Maximoff and she has the same powers as the Scarlet Witch but she is more experienced in combat than using her powers because she was trained by Captain America and Black Widow themselves.

When they got into a fight with Thanos, (y/n) was nearly able to defeat him but Thanos used the space stone and she got transported into another universe.

Harry was the one who find her in the forest and unconscious, she still got some bruises from the fight with Thanos.

(y/n) didn't know where she was when she woke up and find a guy with glasses. In her instinct, she took him down to the ground she thought he was a threat but soon went unconscious again.

Harry helped her to the infirmary and informed Dumbledore what happened.

What in Merlin’s Name is a Scarlet Witch?

Harry Potter x mcu!reader

Use of she/her pronouns

Takes place early in Harry’s 6th year

Warnings: a few curse words, mentions of blood

Y/n POV

The world fell silent. Thanos is here. We’re no match for him, he has five out of six infinity stones. I can feel Wanda’s presence behind me, her thoughts are loud. Emotional pain coursing through her mind. I have to remember that we aren’t trying to stop Thanos now, only trying to stall him until Wanda can break the mind stone. If I failed to stop him, not only would I let my sister down and the love of her life die, but I would also let half of the universe die. I felt a lump in my throat, fear and rage were cursing through my veins. Thanos had already trapped Bruce, thrown T’Challa and Cap. He’s getting closer. I turn to Wanda, looking for any kind of courage she could give me. Thanos’ foot steps were approaching, it’s my turn.

I turn back around and immediately start to blast Thanos with everything I have. I add some resistance to his broad steps. I start to scream as I force all of my energy into stopping him. I’ve never had this much force behind my powers. His steps are getting slower, even faltering. I block out the rest of the world and push harder. Thanos groans as he’s pushed back. He tries to use the infinity stones against me, but my powers are deflecting them. If I wasn’t so focused on stopping him, I would be pretty impressed with myself.

I keep pushing Thanos further away, hoping to buy Wanda some more time. My vision starts to blur. My powers have been at maximum effort longer than I’ve ever used them before. I need more time. I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of the energy rushing through my body. A bit more time. My head starts to ache. Please Wanda, please hurry. My breaths start to become more irregular. Just a bit longer. All of the sudden, I hear Wanda’s knees hit the ground as she starts to audibly sob. I start to ease up on my powers, knowing that her job, along with mine, might be finally done. Vision is dead, the mind stone is destroyed. Maybe we have a chance at defeating him after all.

I fall to my knees in exhaustion. I open my eyes to a blurry Thanos. My eyes regain focus as he puts his hand on my head.

“I’m very impressed with you.” He pats my head. “That’s why you have to go.” Using the time stone, Thanos reverses the blast caused by the mind stone being destroyed. Wanda screams no as Thanos knocks her out of the way using the power stone. With his opposite hand, he tilts my chin up. “You’ve done well little one. Too well.” I want to hit him. I want to reach up and do everything in my power to knock him to the ground, but my body feels weak. I’ve over exhausted myself with my powers. I’m angry that I’m allowing the mad titan to touch me. All I can do is watch. He raises his gauntlet and makes a fist. The blue space stone glows bright. Suddenly, my world goes white then pitch black.

Harry’s POV

“Harry, have you gone insane?” Hermione’s face has disbelief written all over it. I don’t blame her, what I said doesn’t make much sense to me either. “You are not going into the Forbidden Forest because a third year, who I must remind you look up to Fred and George as role models, said he saw a bright flash and something fall from the sky in there.”

Well when she puts it like that, it doesn’t sound as real as I think it is. “I don’t know, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s telling the truth.” Hermione scoffs. “Weirder things have happened-“

“That doesn’t mean that you can trust everything you hear. Again, it’s coming from a third year trouble maker.”

“What if someone is really trapped in there, they could be in extreme danger.” Her facial expressions soften. I turn to Ron, looking for any kind of moral support. “Ron, please back me up here.”

He looks up from his plate with his mouth full of food. “Eh, why not have a look? It’s not like we’ve been in there before.”

I look back at Hermione, who’s facial expression when from a bit understanding to completely annoyed. “Fine. Go into the forest. I’m not bailing you out though.”

I stand up and tuck my wand into my back pocket. “Whatever you say.” I smile at both of them and walk out of great hall, hoping that my instincts are right. Merlin, I’m scared of the lecture Hermione will give me if they’re wrong.

———

The walk into the Forbidden Forest is never a peaceful one. There’s so many creatures running around that you’re always looking over your shoulder. The bad thing about this particular trip is that I have no idea where this person is allegedly at. They could be anywhere. The further I walk in, the stupider this idea is to me. Why did I listen to a third year? If I don’t find someone or something soon, I’m going back to the castle.

I have no idea what it is, but my mind is telling me to turn right. It’s not making any sense but I feel like I should. As I start to turn right, I notice something through the trees ahead of me. There’s a faint, red glow. It looks like a candle that’s dying out. That must be it. It has to be. I pull out my wand, not knowing if the light is dangerous or not. As I get closer, the light starts to glow brighter. Just when I think I can get to it, it burns out. Disappears completely. I keep walking towards where it was, hoping that the thing that sent out the light is still there.

I climb through a thick bush to see a little area that looks like the trees form a circle. I look down and see a girl laying on the ground unconscious. I check my surroundings, hoping to see any clues that might lead me to who she is and why she’s unconscious. Did a creature hurt her? Did she eat something poisonous? Why is she cover in cuts, bruises and what looks like blue blood? Is she even breathing? That’s probably the first thing I should check. I bend down to touch her shoulder, hoping for some sort of response. If I’m the one to find a dead girl in the woods, that’s not gonna look good.

I touch her shoulder, hoping to get figure out if she’s even alive. I bend my head down to listen to her breaths. 

WHACK

Y/n POV

My vision is a bit blurry waking up. Something is blocking my view. I blink, hoping to focus my vision. It’s hair, a head. I grab the back of his head and bring it down to my knee. I can hear the bones in his nose crack. The guy groans in pain. I get on my feet as fast as possible, wanting to have the upper hand. I though my hands at him, hoping my powers would come through when I needed them. I know they’re worn out but I need to defend myself. I flung a few red sparks at him, but other than that, nothing. I have to rely on hand-to-hand combat alone. 

The guy gets up, his nose is bleeding and his eyes are watering. He’s wearing glasses. They’re cracked in the middle, probably my doing. 

He puts one hand up. “Stop. I’m- ow, I think you broke my nose. I’m here to help.”

He has an accent, I think British or English. I can’t be in Wakanda. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"What? Ow- okay um." He groans again.

"I said who are you and where am I?" I keep my voice harsh and direct, hoping he'll stay focused on me instead of his nose.

“I’m Harry Potter and you’re in the Forbidden Forest. I’m here to help you, do you need help?” 

The Forbidden Forest? Harry Potter? Like the book? No, that’s impossible, the books are fake. This can’t be real. Shit, I must have hit my head hard when I fell. 

I try to punch him, kick him, get him to the ground so I can run but my head starts to spin. No. I need to keep moving, stay awake and get back to help Wanda and Vision. The Avengers need my help. I throw a punch, I miss. 

“Hey, are you alright?” His voice is deeper and clouded. My head spikes with pain then my world turns black again. 

Harry’s POV

Bloody hell! What do I do? She's still breathing, that's good. Think Harry, think! Okay um, Dumbledore can help. He'll know what to do, he has to. I grab her hand, unsure of what to do. I can try to apperate her to the castle, but I'm not very good at it yet. I look back at the girl, unsure of what else to do. Okay. It's either that or carry her back.

Apperate it is. I close my eyes and focus, trying to envision the hospital wing of the castle. I can feels the world warp around me. The cold breeze front the forest is being pulled away as the soft, warm air of the castle is landing on my skin. I open one eye, hoping it’s worked.

I’m here! The hospital wing’s door are right in front of me. I check my side and see that the girl is still laying by me unconscious. I levitate her body and carefully open the doors to get her inside and onto a bed. As soon as I see that she’s safe, I run as fast as I can to Dumbledore’s office.

I don’t even have time to think about what I’m supposed to tell him before I’m at the doors to his study. I should just tell him the truth, yeah? What else is there to do? I bring myself to knock on his door as hard as I can, hoping to signal to him this is urgent. I don't even let the doors open all the way before I'm running into the office.

"Professor-"

"I already know Harry, I knew the moment she fell into our universe."

"Our universe? Isn't this the only universe?"

Dumbledore chuckles lightly. "Of course not, our universe is only a small fraction of what is around us. As far as we know, there are universes growing from universes."

"How did she get here then? I mean, how can anyone travel to different universes?"

Dumbledore takes a long deep breath and looks for a book on his bookshelf. "That's the thing about different universes, all of them come with different types of magic and their own rules of how magic can be used." He lets out a little "ah-ha" and pulls out a large, maroon book covered in what looks like random symbols.

"Tell me, what color were her hands."

"Um, skin colored?"

"No black on her finger tips?"

I shake my head at him. "No sir."

"Ahh, that's good. We wouldn't want to deal with dark magic now do we?" I stare at him as he flips through the book, which looks like it keeps expanding by the second. "This book was gifted to me by a very powerful witch from a different universe. She warned me of her future self and gave me this book hoping that we could contain the darkness before it controlled her too much." He closed the book while keeping a finger open on the page he was just on. "These symbols on the front are ancient runes, a very powerful form of magic."

He opens the book back up to the page he was on then turns the page once more. "Here we are, Miss y/n Maximoff of Earth 616. Sibling to Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. A Scarlet Witch." He looks at me with a proud expression. "Very well Harry, you found a Scarlet Witch." 

"What in Merlin's name is a Scarlet Witch?"

He chuckles a bit harder this time. "What is a Scarlet Witch? I'm surprised you've never heard of the legend." His laugh dies down a bit as he clears his throat and looks down at the book in front of him. "'A Scarlet Witch is the most powerful witch in all of the universe. Born out of anger, sadness, and chaos. The are both worshiped and feared. They bring both creation and destruction. Their powers are limitless in all universes. They will only grow stronger, even in destruction.' You see, she can do great things to save us from the Dark Lord himself."

"But Professor, you said it yourself she has a family back in her universe, wouldn't it be selfish to keep her here."

He closes the book and places it back onto his bookshelf. "I suppose you are right Harry. Besides, we have enough here to defeat him ourselves." He turns back around to face me. "Now, let's go help her get back to her world." 

••••••

A/N: my first request! I hope you all enjoy! My request are open❤️

[isabelldrabbles]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Imagine: the couple watches Titanic and Natasha gets upset.

warnings: kinda sad at the end

———

You huffed and rolled your eyes at the scene that was currently playing on tv. Somehow, your girlfriend Natasha made you watch ‘Titanic’ on your movie night - she has never seen it before and insisted on learning about the popular film. You have regretted it since minute one, but you kept silent to not ruin the experience for her.

At least you kept silent until now. But the ship just sank and Rose was laying on the door, Jack drifting beside her in the cold water, and you couldn’t hold back your annoyed comments anymore.

‘I love you, Jack.’ Rose confesses on screen.

‘Really?! They know each other for like two days and-’ you sigh, ’she just could move on the door and make space for him. What the-’

Natasha slapped you lightly on the back of your head and urged you to be quit with calling out your name determinedly. ‘Fine.’ You mumbled and snuggled into the redhead’s embrace.

Only a couple minutes later the iconic promise scene played and you were fighting your tiredness to not fall asleep when you noticed Nat’s irregular breathing and heard a sniffle. You moved your head and searched Natasha’s eyes.

‘Awww, Tasha…’ You put your hands on her cheeks and tenderly wiped her tears away. She turned her head embarrassed and tried to hide her crying, but you couldn’t stay away when you heard her sobs. ‘Come here, Nat,’ you held your arms wide open, ‘please.’

Natasha rushed into the embrace and clutched onto you. She hid her face in her neck and started crying hard, covering your shoulder in warm tears. After you rubbed her back and prepped kisses on her hair, your girlfriend finally seemed to calm down. You sat through the end of the movie and later you were getting ready for bed.

‘Leonardo Di Caprio made the Black Widow cry. You surprise me over and over.’ You teased her while putting on your pajamas. Natasha just watched you through the mirror and rolled her eyes.

‘Listen, Rose, you're gonna get outta here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow.’ You quoted the movie exaggerated and made mocking moves while speaking your words. You changed your voice to imitate the other character. ‘I love you, Jack, but my body is co-’

‘Stop.’ You smiled at Natasha’s comment and motioned to get to her and hug her from behind - it was just then when you noticed Nat’s sad expression. ‘Please stop it.’

‘Oh Nat come on, i didn‘t mean to upset you, i was just joking.’

The redhead toweled her face down and scurried to the bed, not even looking at you. You sighed and turned around defeated. Natasha finished lotioning her hands and had already turned off her bedside lamp by the time you slipped under the covers.

You faced her in the dark and barely could make out her side profile before you searched for her hand on the blanket. When she didn’t pull away, you sighed in relief.

‘I’m sorry.’ You absently drew little circles on the back of her hand with your thumb, but she still stared at the ceiling. ‘What’s the matter with my girl?’

Finally, Nat turned to you and you could see her watery eyes.

‘Promise m-’

‘Nat, you can’t be serious.’ You laughed incredulously, but when Natasha stayed serious, your expression faltered. ‘Nat…’

‘Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll survive. You won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.’

‘Natasha I-.. that’s a joke, right?.’

She just whispered your name and looked at you with pleading eyes.

You cursed yourself for the words you were about to say, but you knew Natasha wouldn’t let go if you didn’t do it. ‘I promise.’ You sighed and kissed her hand.

‘Thank you.’

-------

‘Am I supposed to say ‘Never let go’ now?’ You laughed ironically while stepping forward.

You laid her favorite flowers on the ground and raised your hand to run it over the letters that were engraved in the cold stone.

‘I love you, Nat.’

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you wished nothing more than to be able to hold her again.

That was the day you swore to yourself to never give a promise again.

[lucigoo]

Dorcas the Orca, The Marauders and a jail cell

This is absolutely a crack and self indulgent fic which came from the following conversation.

Converstion - So, what about man jail, wait, I meant mail jail. (D)Orcas wouldn't like it in man jail How about we put the Marauders in with them

And here we are lol A03 link here Summary: Sirius, James and Remus are put in a jail cell.

As annoying as it is, Remus would have dealt with it, but theres an orca in the corner of the cell somehow... And full fic beneath the read more

Remus was fuming. How dare they, he thought as he glared at a smiling James and Sirius.

They were much too old for this shit and yet the idiots just couldn’t help themselves.

“Come on Remus, lighten up. They will let us out tomorrow,” James said with a laugh.

“I don’t give a shit. I don’t want to be in jail for fuck’s sake. I want to go home and have a glass of wine, but no. You two idiots have to ruin everything,” he said, more annoyed that the cops had taken his cane away than anything else. The bastards.

“Moons, my love, light of my life, chill babe,” Sirius said as he gave Remus a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I shall not chill. I shall not calm down. I want to go home but you pricks blew up the pub bathroom and I once again am guilty by association,” he said, fuming.

“Ah, come on Remus, it was funny,” James said, trying to soften Remus’ anger out.

“It wasn’t funny. It was ....”

James and Sirius turned from where they were jostling one another in laughter to see why Remus had gone quiet.

When they saw where he was looking, all three stood there, looking on in disbelief.

“Do you see that?” Remus asked quietly, backing away and pulling Sirius and James with him.

“It can’t be,” James said, confused but in awe at the sight before him.

“James, we didn’t do any gillyweed today, did we?” Sirius asked, eyes rooted to the corner.

“I don’t know if you did, but I sure as hell didn’t. That’s a ...” Remus said, unable to say what his eyes could see.

“A Killer Whale. That is a killer whale. In jail. In a cell. With us,” James said, astonished.

“What the fuck is my life?” Remus asked as he backed as far away from the giant dolphin that was somehow in a prison cell, on land, staring at them.

Remus sat himself down on the bench, the furthest one away from the very squished looking orca as he could. Far, far away from its very sharp teeth as well, the rest of it.

“Will you two fools come over here?” he asked his friends, exasperated. “If it eats you, don’t come crying to me,” he said with a shake of his head.

“If it eats us, well, we won’t be saying anything, will we?” James asked, laughing again.

“Fucking idiot,” Remus grumbled. His friends were morons, and it was Remus who would have to somehow explain to Lily and Regulus that their husband and brother got eaten by a killer whale in a cell.

He had hoped they had left all this crazy shit behind them, but no. He had to become best friends with James Potter, and then he had to be even dumber and marry Sirius Black. He was as much as an idiot as the pair of them, obviously.

“I know what you are thinking Remus, ad I don’t like it,” Sirius said as he turned to face Remus, hands on his hips

Any other time and Remus would ogle him, Sirius after all was beautiful; today, however, all he could see was the random and impossible killer whale behind him. “If I become a widower because you turned your back on an apex predator, I’m not even going to cry Sirius,” Remus told him with a lift of his eyebrow.

“Nah, you’d sob. You would become sad and depressed and probably marry a woman or something stupid. You’d miss me, baby,” Sirius said with a wink before turning around and facing the orca.

Remus watched as Sirius pulled out his wand to cast spells on the orca. One was a fine mist spray to keep it wet, another was the feather light charm, to the bemusement of the other two.

“I heard they are too heavy on land. Like their body suffocates them or something. We don’t want it suffocating,” he had told the other two.

“Fair enough, but what are we going to do with it?” James asked.

“Free it? Somehow get it back in the sea? It could just swim where it wanted to the right?” Sirius asked as he looked at the orca and bit his lip in worry.

“You know that isn’t a normal killer whale, right?” Remus asked.

“Of course we do. We aren’t stupid. It is in jail, Remus. Were well aware it’s some kind of magical giant murder dolphin. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t help it,” he said as he rolled his eyes.

“Has anyone considered it’s an animagus?” James suddenly asked as he looked at the orca before them and the human intelligence in their eye.

“Well, if it is an animagus, they are a bit of an idiot, right? Who turns into a killer whale, which is a bloody amazing animagus form by the way, in a jail cell?” Sirius asked, confused why anyone would.

“James, do you remember the reveal spell?”

“Course I do, hang on,” James answered as he cast a quick spell over the Orca and waited for the results.

“Inconclusive...” he trailed off as he stared at the answer his wand gave him. “Inconclusive. How can it be inconclusive?” he repeated himself.

“Maybe ask it?” Remus said sarcastically.

“Ask it?”

“Will you stop parroting everything I say? Yes, ask the impossible killer whale questions. Why not? It’s not like this day can get any madder,” Remus said, showing his exasperation.

“I’m going to ask it,” Sirius said as he quickly darted over to give Remus a kiss on the cheek before walking back to the killer whale.

“Whale, do you understand me?” Sirius asked it.

The orca just blinked at Sirius and pulled its tail in close.

“Umm, can you nod?” James asked.

The orca looked at them again before it slowly nodded its large head.

“Yes. I knew it, Moons,” Sirius shouted triumphantly, leaving Remus to sit there with his mouth open in surprise.

“Are you a person? You have to be right?” James asked the orca, who again nodded.

“You aren’t going to eat us, are you?” Remus asked from where he had slowly walked over, still staying further away from the other two. It’s not like he could run away if it lunged at him after all.

The orca shook its head this time, and Remus let out a sigh of relief. Today might be bonkers, but at least it looked like he would live through it.

“So, are you magic? A witch or wizard?” Sirius asked, pushing on.

Again, the orca nodded.

“Called it,” James crowed triumphantly.

Remus just rolled his eyes, as if they hadn’t figured out that some form of magic was involved in a full grown killer whale somehow being squished into a jail cell without the guards noticing it as well, without it dying.

“So, are you cursed?” Sirius asked.

Again, the orca nodded.

“Oh, we can fix that. Hang on. Sirius, go be look out,” James ordered.

“What, why me?” Sirius asked, outraged.

“Just do it, Pads,” Remus said as he got a bit closer.

Both James and Remus ignored his grumbling as they looked the orca over.

Within moments, James had cast some impressive counter curses and before them sat a young adult human.

“Damn it, I’m going to murder them,” was the first thing the very annoyed and soaking wet human said.

“Whoo, hey. Cool. Well done guys,” Sirius said from where he was still at the bars looking for the cops in case they came by.

“What on earth happened?” Remus said as he watched James help the other stand.

“Hey. I’m Dorcas and my sibling is an arsehole,” they said.

“Your sibling did this?” Sirius said with a laugh.

“Yeah. I annoyed them repeatedly, so they got me arrested and then cast a curse on me to get me stuck in my animagus form. I’m telling my mum’s,” Dorcas said petulantly.

“Your mums?” Remus asked, amused.

“Yes. My mum and my ma.. They will give TC their disappointed look. Especially my mum. It will serve them right,” Dorcas said, annoyed.

“Well, I’m glad we could help, I suppose,” Remus said, unsure of what else to say.

“It’s fine. TC will have sent my mum a patronus. It’s always fun when a baby T-Rex starts talking to you,” Dorcas said with a laugh.

“Your sibling’s patronus is a baby T-Rex? And your animagus form is a killer whale? How powerful are you all?” James asked, excited about the new information.

“Don’t know, really. We don’t really have much to do with the wizarding world. Mum’s a witch. Mas a muggle. Me and Tc are wixen and of our 5 siblings, only mum’s 2 biological ones are wix. Mum doesn’t want us to face any kind of discrimination, so me and TC spend little time with other magical people to be honest. Obviously, all three of you are wizards, right?” they asked, looking the three older adults over carefully.

“We are, but you won’t find any discrimination from us, mate. We may as well sit down. We will be here a while,” James said as he helped Remus sit.

They spent a rather boring night in the cell, all things considering. |The more the 3 Marauders heard about Dorcas’ family, the more they wanted to know their parents.

The time to meet the formidable mum came the next morning when a rather annoyed looking woman came in, a face like thunder as she looked at Dorcas in the cell. “What have I told you and TC about your prank war involving muggles? I swear to god Dorcas, if you both carry on, I’m going to confiscate your wands like you are 13 again,” she said without pausing a moment as she pulled Dorcas in for a hug.

“I’m fine, mum. These guys helped. They are wizards,” they said placatingly.

Dorcas’ mum eyed all three men wearily, before raising an eyebrow at Dorcas. An entire unsaid conversation passed between the two before Dorcas’ mum finally let out a relieved breath, allowing all the tension to leave their shoulders.

“Be right back, baby,” she said as she gave Dorcas a kiss on the cheek and left.

When she came back, a rather chagrined officer came with her carrying Remus’ cane and let them out.

Out on the street, Dorcas’ mum looked at the men gratefully and passed them a card with her number on. “Thank you for helping my kid. And I’m sorry you got caught up in their and their siblings’ idiocy. Please, call me so me and my wife can take you and your families to dinner as a thank you,” she said as she bundled Dorcas up in a conjured coat, fretting over them.

James and Sirius sniggered over the mother-henning as Remus stepped forward to thank her and agreed they would get in touch after they had been home and rested.

The three men stood there, still bemused at the little whirlwind that was Dorcas’ mum as they watched her bustle Dorcas down the path, berating them and their sibling until they were out of earshot.

“Well...” Sirius started.

“No, I don’t want to hear it. I’m going home to bed. After I tell Lily and Regulus that you two are twats,” Remus said before walking down the nearest alley to apparate. James and Sirius following him, protesting loudly.

[criminallyvenomous]

Fighting Leads to Fxxking

Masterlist

Chapter Nine - Just Eyeliner and a Gun

Ship - Loki x Stark! Reader

Word Count - 1,059

Tw - Therapist Nat and Himbo Thor

Plot - Stark! Reader get stuck watching Loki after the events of 2012. Moments of weakness and bad decisions involving the world's most hated man lead to the worst possible outcome, pregnancy.

You had spent the night in Nat’s apartment. The couch wasn’t the comfiest for lying down and crying in, but she was rarely home so you forgave her decoration choices, or rather lack thereof.

“What’s going on?” She opened the door, after thoroughly determining you weren’t a spy trying to infiltrate her apartment using your face.

“Tony’s back to his old ways.” You invited yourself in and immediately laid face down onto the couch, already starting your comfort analysis as you sobbed.

“I’m going to kill him. What did he say?” She sat next to you, moving your hair in an attempt to see your face. You tilted to turn your head to her before you answered.

“He thinks he deserves to know who the father is and that this can’t be hard for me because he fought in a war.” You sighed.

“Y/N, trauma isn’t a comparable thing. Everyone’s experiences in life are different and valid.” She reassured you, and it actually made your feel better.

“Thank you.”

“Is Pepper okay?”

“I don’t know. I left before I could tell. He was screaming at her, Nat. He was drinking straight from the bottle. It was just like last time, except this time, I left before I could say anything stupid.”

“That was a smart decision, kid. You prioritized yourself and your baby. Stress is hard on your body, even when you’re not pregnant.” You nodded.

Her bedroom door opened, revealing a man in just his boxers.

“Pregnant? Are you pregnant, Emily?” He questioned. You looked to Nat as she gave you a ‘don’t ask’ expression.

“Go home, Scott.” He agreed and grabbed his belongings, leaving with a handful of clothes, afraid to take the time to get dressed.

“Do I ask?” You snorted, glad you were feeling humor for the first time today.

“Listen, I don’t ask you what you do in your down time.”

“Fair enough.” You both laughed together, enjoying the awkwardness and even embracing it.

“I wish I could drink right now.” You admitted, chuckling as she followed suit.

“I have something better than alcohol. It soothes the soul just right.” She explained and you were concerned, but accepting of whatever Russian trick came to follow.

She grabbed her TV remote and made you close your eyes as she found what she was looking for.

“Welcome back to Love Island!” The TV blasted and you erupted in laughter.

“Hey, there is nothing better than shitty reality TV. You get to get out of your own life for fifty minutes and enjoy watching privileged hotties make stupid decisions.”

The next two days basically concluded entirely of binge-watching the entire season of Love Island and watching random Kitchen Nightmare episodes. You never wondered what Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, did to unwind. Now, you get it. It was just sad she had to leave again, this time for a mission even you weren’t allowed to know the location of.

“Can’t I just stay here by myself?” You pleaded and she laughed.

“Nice try. You’re a barely adult pregnant with some alien spawn, you need a babysitter.” She said as she grabbed her suitcase, it was small enough to fit in carry-on. She explained earlier that she doesn’t need much on the road, just eyeliner and a gun.

“Can’t I get Bruce to come over?”

“No way. I’m not risking him Hulking out over your shared complaining about my furniture.”

“What about Barton?”

“He has a family, Y/N. I already called Thor, stop trying to get out of it.”

“How do you even call him? He’s in outer space. I doubt they have T-Mobile on Asgard.” You raised a valid point.

“I have this weird pager thing that works in space. I don’t what it is or what it does, Fury gave it to me in case of emergencies. He said he didn’t want to bothered with Asgardians for awhile. Maybe a satellite?” She pondered.

“That’s actually kind of cool. But, can’t you stay another day? I don’t want to finish the two-parter Kitchen Nightmares special by myself and I know how much you love Gordon.”

“I stayed an extra day yesterday. I have to go now. The spare keys are in the junk drawer and takeout menus are on the fridge. Just remember-“

“I know, never say Natasha Romanoff lives here. I get it. We’ve gone over your covert spy regulations like ten times by now.”

“It saves lives, Y/N. Now I have to go, give me a hug for good measure.” You walked up to her and she wrapped her arms around you, separating herself to instead kneel in front of you, she placed her hand on your stomach.

“Goodbye, baby Thor. I’ll miss you.” You laughed.

“I think you should know, it’s a girl.” You told her. She stood back up and grabbed you, pulling you into a tighter hug than before.

“I can’t wait to meet her, the future Princess of Asgard.”

She left. Hours later a knock was sounded on the door. You paused the DVR and walked to the peephole, seeing an armored chest at the eye-level. Thor.

“Little Stark! The bearer of an heir!” He greets you as you shush him, ushering him into the apartment.

“Nat said we can’t vocalize any identifiers. Her words, not mine.” You laugh.

“I do not understand the sentiment, but I accept the terms.” He earnestly said, and you laughed internally.

"So, what do you want to do?" You tried to fill the awkward silence.

"Do you wish to buy some garb fit for children?"

"Do you mean go baby shopping?" You corrected, laughing.

"Of course. Shall we?" He asked.

"Uh, I need to shower and get ready. There's a TV with a stocked DVR in the living room."

"There were several words in that sentence that were just letters," He paused, "I shall retire to the room of living." You chucked as you headed towards the bathroom.

Nat had just about every form of self care possible in her cabinet. She had a thorough skin-care regimen that you honestly respected. You overheard Thor become frustrated as he pushed random buttons on the remote, confused by the different channels.

"Aha! I have found something worthy of my efforts." He yelled, triumphantly.

It was the classical music channel.

hope u enjoyed a little adorable nat chapter! dt my bestie rae and her addiction to love island. comment if i should do a taglist? don't choke my little guttersluts - kat.

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[iamfina5]

The Kinslayer Couple

Summary: The ground falls out from beneath Valaena Velaryon’s feet within the span of a week. The week begins with the death of her grandsire, making her mother queen and her Princess of Dragonstone. It ends with the death of her brother Lucerys at the hands of her husband, Aemond Targaryen. From there, Valaena embarks on a perilous journey to win a war against her own kin, forced to discern who are friends and who are foes on both sides of the conflict.

Chapter Fourteen: The Fall of King’s Landing

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135 A.C.

Valaena lands her dragon outside of the great curtain walls of Harrenhal, directly beside Caraxes. As she dismounts, she stares up at the five rotting towers of the crown of the riverlands, shadowed by the early evening light. Though Harrenhal has long since grown decrepit, it remains an awful sight. Only Balerion could have reduced it to the charred, melted hold that remains, she thinks.

As the Blacks’ invasion of King’s Landing approaches, Valaena has been sent to Harrenhal to work out the finer details of their plans with Daemon. She meets him just outside of Harrenhal’s main gate, where he awaits her alone.

“Your Grace,” she greets, stepping up to him. “Is it just you?”

His expression more closed-off than is usual, the corner of his mouth lifts in the barest of smiles. “I did not wish for anyone else to see you weep.”

“What? I—” Her own voice chokes her, and her eyes abruptly fill with tears. “Damn it.”

In the last month, she has found herself crying almost ceaselessly over Viserys’s death, every morning and every night. She misses her youngest brother terribly, and with the war raging on, there is hardly a moment to sit down and truly mourn him. As such, the wound caused by his death stays open and raw.

With his hand on the nape of her neck, Daemon pulls her face against his chest and lets her wet his pourpoint with tears. Sobbing, she winds her arms around him and shudders as her grief spills from her. He rubs along her back and murmurs complacencies into her hair.

This outpour of emotion had been among her concerns in coming to visit Daemon, even for so short a tarriance, and one that concerned business. Part of her had been ashamed to face him, having just lost his son in a battle that should have been far more easily won.

“Lykirī,” he suddenly says, distracting her from her emotions. Peering up at him, she sees that his gaze is directed over her head. “I’m not hurting her.”

Looking back, she sees that Veraxes is looming close to them, his long neck extended and his razor-sharp rows of teeth bared. His nostrils flare as he sniffs at her back, and his eyes glint as he glares at Daemon. Despite the threat to his rider, Caraxes watches the confrontation without raising his head from the ground.

She coughs up a wet laugh, turning around to pet her dragon’s snout. “I’m all right.”

When she turns back to her step-father, he brings up his hands to wipe roughly at her cheeks. “Come on,” he orders once he deems her presentable, turning and striding away. She hurries after him.

It is quite a trek through the grounds for them to reach Kingspyre Tower. Daemon points out a few landmarks along the way, showing her the kitchens, the Widow’s Tower, and the godswood in the distance. When they make it to their destination, she is blown away by the sheer height of the tower. Inside, the halls, though decomposing as they have been for over a century, are alive with the din of dozens of voices.

Daemon explains the cause for the commotion. “The Strong castellan likes to curry favor by throwing feasts.”

Intrigued, she says, “Let us not begrudge him.”

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[colemonroe]

WHERE: Fall Bike Festival WITH: Closed

Cole felt it before he heard it– like the ground itself was rumbling beneath his feet, threatening to knock his weight out from under him. Clutching tight to his handlebars as confusion riddled his features, he held on for half a heartbeat before the force of the explosion at his back shoved him forward, propelling him over the front of his bike and onto the pavement. He hit the ground with a shout, a shout that was swallowed whole by the sound of the blast. For a moment, all Cole could do was lay there, his hands shielding his face from any falling debris as he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening. One minute, they’d been gearing up for the annual bike ride– a tradition the town had embraced ever since the MC’s inception. And then the next, he’d hit the asphalt, almost like he’d been picked up and slammed down onto it by some freak of nature.

Rolling over onto his back, Cole slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows. Ears ringing and vision blurred, he could hardly make sense of the chaos erupting all around him. Shakily climbing to his feet, he tore off his helmet and dropped it to the ground beside his fallen bike– and then he saw it. 

Heavy black plumes of smoke spiraled upwards from a crater blown into the asphalt towards the back of the line. All around it, bike parts littered the ground– somewhere among the carnage, he thought he saw a boot. Wrinkling his nose as acrid whiffs of exhaust and charred flesh skated into his nostrils, Cole squinted into the madness, gazing past the shards of gnarled metal and the throngs of bloody, soot soaked people frantically milling about. Ice blue eyes, riddled with shock and a familiar blaze of rage, sifted through the wreckage, knowing exactly what he’d find there. Death and destruction– and then he stopped, frozen on one face among a sea of many.

Dean.

Despite how wobbly his legs felt, still shell shocked from the force of the blast, Cole took off through the crowd, shoving whoever and whatever out of his way just to get to the Irishman– a man who’d been like a father to him, as well as a mentor, and a brother. “Dean!” He shouted, though his own voice sounded so muffled in his head, like he was screaming with his head under water. Leaping over a toppled bike, Cole slipped and skid to a stop beside the biker, ripping a hole in his jeans and skinning his knee– though he hardly seemed to notice. “Dean,” he tried again, reaching down and giving the man’s shoulder a firm shake like he thought it might actually make a difference.

But it didn’t.

Bringing a trembling hand up to the man’s neck, Cole checked for a pulse, hoping for a miracle. But as he noted the blood beginning to pool beside the Irishman, he knew the truth– there wasn’t any room for miracles in the lives they led. Only death and destruction had a home there. “Jesus Christ,” he croaked out as hot tears blinded him and he sank down, forehead settling against Dean’s chest. Curling a hand into the man’s shirt, Cole didn’t even bother trying to choke back the sob that rattled through him. He didn’t care who saw it, or what it looked like to anyone watching because the truth was that grief was really just love with nowhere else to go. And Cole could say beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d loved Dean like a father because in so many ways, he’d been one.

For as long as he could remember, the Sons of Silence had been Cole’s truth north– his moral compass, something solid for him to lean against when he felt the weight of the world crashing down on his shoulders. He couldn’t help but feel a piece of that die right along with Dean.

“I’m sorry, brother,” he managed as he lifted his head and stared down at him. Dean had built a whole life in Eureka, one he could be proud of. He was a devoted husband, a loving father…and the living definition of what it meant to be a Son. And now he’d left behind a widow and fatherless children– all because Cole had put out a distress signal and he’d shown his loyalty by answering. Feeling the weight of that bind like shackles around his wrists, Cole blinked past the sheen of tears blurring his vision and shook his head, “I’m so sorry.” 

[empireofstarsandsmoke]

My thoughts on RDR2

Long post. If you want to know some of my stats and my thoughts after playing Red Dead Redemption 2 keep reading. :) Slight spoilers

So I fell in love with this game. When RDR2 first released, I would watch some streamers play the game. I never watched a full play through. However, I knew what to expect. I knew that Sean, Hosea, and Lenny died, and I knew that Arthur dies towards the end and that you play as John in the epilogue. What I did not know was all the story in between. I initially got this game when it was on sale because I wanted to ride horses in a game 😂. I never thought that I was going to become so invested in the story and care so much for the characters. Very few games have moved me as much as RDR2 has.

The graphics and the amount of detail in this game are amazing. (My PS4 would sound like a jet about to take off lol). This game made me feel anger, happiness, and I was full on sobbing when Arthur got diagnosed with TB and when he died. I ended up with about 177 hours into the game and 92% completion. I played as high honor Arthur.

My four horses as Arthur were the male black shire you get from Hosea named Facundo, the female silver dapple pinto from the arcadia for amateurs named Rua, the male warped brindle arabian named Rapidash, and my favorite wild bay mustang male named Spirit (yes after the movie). For a while I had a brown leopard blanket male named Calem, but he was too skittish for my liking so I got Rua. I ended Arthur’s story with Spirit because he was my beautiful brave horsie boy (yes I cried when he died). 

My favorite main missions were the ones where you rescue Sean in Blackwater, the one when you rescue the Reverend from the train, the train robbery mission (pouring forth oil I think its called), and obviously drinking with Lenny. My favorite side missions were the Hamish Sinclair missions, the oh brother missions, the widow missions, the gunslinger missions, and the arcadia for amateurs missions. My favorite places to visit were Valentine (probably because it was the starting town idk) and the lavender fields by Little Creek River.

As John I sold Rachel and bought the male strawberry roan ardennes named Valiente, the female silver turkoman named Moonshine, I got a female Overo American paint named Rain (yes also after the Spirit movie), and a female blue roan nokota named Io.

At first it felt weird playing as John, but towards the end I got used to him being the playable character. I loved that we got to see Charles, Sadie, and Uncle again. I loved the building of Beecher’s Hope with Charles, John and Uncle (I was laughing so hard).

After some thinking I believe that Red Dead Redemption 2 is now my new favorite game. The amount of detail, the story and the characters just hit the spot and make it a very good game. I finally see now why people love this game so much. I recommended it to my brother and friends but they are not into the “cowboy/ outlaw” aspect of the game. (they are missing out). Assassin’s Creed III will always have a special place in my heart because it was my favorite game for a long time but the amount of love and care that I have for RDR2 surpasses that of AC III.

Now that I am done with the game, I was thinking about trying RDO but I saw the news about the funeral held for it and I don’t know whether to hop in or not. I will likely hop in and give it a try to see if it is for me or not. I’m not huge on online games unless I have someone to play with but we will see.

If you read this and want to talk about RDR2 feel free to shoot me a message or comment and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you for the support.

[togrowoldinv]

A Hard Day

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

On a difficult day, Natasha’s love makes you feel better

Warnings: Grieving, tiny mention of alcohol

Note: This is just something I needed to write today. The details may be a little too specific and that’s because they are personal. Nonetheless, if you relate to this story please know that I’m here for you.

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When Natasha woke up, she knew what day it was. By the way you had been super quiet the night before, she knew it wouldn’t be an easy day for you. This date never was.

She didn’t tell you, but she had taken off work and planned on spending the entire day with you. Whether you wanted her to be close to you or give you space to grieve on your own, Natasha planned on doing just that.

When you woke up about an hour later, Natasha is sitting on the couch mindlessly watching your favorite show.

“Hey,” you offer a small greeting as you pass by her to get a cup of coffee.

“Hi, detka,” she responds. “I made some coffee just a minute ago.”

“Thanks,” you mumble as you pour a cup. You drink it black today, just how he liked it.

You debate going back to your bedroom and spending the day in there alone. You know Natasha will give you that space if you want it. But your heart is telling you that you really don’t want to be alone today.

So, you walk to the living room and sit on the couch next to Nat. She lets you snuggle into her side before she wraps an arm around your shoulder.

Nat kisses your temple and your eyes start to water. She only pulls you closer and squeezes your hand three times. A silent ‘I love you’ that you desperately need right now.

Neither of you speak for a while as the sitcom plays on the tv. There’s no laughs at the jokes, but you do feel a little lighter being in the presence of Natasha. She’s always been that lighthouse in a storm for you.

“Are you hungry?” Nat asks you around lunchtime.

“I guess so,” you reply. “Could we maybe go to Hardee’s?”

“Yeah, of course,” Nat replies. She knows the random request must relate to him because you always go there on this date and you don’t even like Hardee’s.

She drives and you control the aux. It’s not intentional but somehow all of his favorite songs play.

When you get back home Natasha holds you again. This time you lie down with your head in her lap and she plays with your hair as you fall asleep.

You wake up a few hours later and Nat hasn’t moved even an inch. She kisses you gently as you sit up.

“Steak and Bud Light for dinner?” She asks and you almost cry.

“You remembered?”

“Of course, I remembered, my love,” Natasha says and you hug her tightly.

“I love you so much,” you tell her.

“I love you too, y/n. And I know how hard today is for you. I’m really proud of you for continuing on even when things haven’t felt worth it. I promise you that I will always be here for you,” Natasha says. Both of you are crying now.

“I just miss him,” you sob into her neck.

“I know, detka. I know. I’ve got you,” Natasha says.

The rest of the night goes by quickly as Nat cooks dinner for the two of you. As you lie down for bed, she kisses you everywhere she can gently and with so much love.

Today was a hard day, but Natasha’s love made it immensely better.

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[youre-a-total--poser]

Family Movie Night (Request)

Warnings: None Age: 14 Word Count: 1,023 Requests: Closed Summary: You and your parents have a family movie night Requested by: @griffin-girl-r​ Date: 04/04/2022 A/N: Thank you so much to my favourite second person for suggesting this. Love you ❤️ :)

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It was Saturday night and you and your parents were getting everything ready for the family movie night.

Normally its seen as "not cool" to hang out with your parents, especially on weekends but you were the exception especially since your parents are literally two of the coolest people ever: Captain America and Black Widow plus they have just gotten back from a 2-week long mission and you have missed them more than words can describe.

———⧗———

"So what movie are we thinking tonight?" Steve asked placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

"Moonraker?" Natasha suggests.

"Not Moonraker again all you do when you make me watch any James Bond movies is make comments on how you would take out the bad guys." You said as you threw yourself down on the soft.

Both your parents sat down beside you. Your dad has the remote and was scrolling through Netflix while your mom was covering you all up with blankets.

"Marley and me?" Steve asked

"Absolutely not that movie gets me crying every time." You say.

"The Conjuring?"

"We're not watching a horror movie. I'm not having Y/N getting woken up every night from nightmares." Natasha responds

"I don't get nightmares from watching horror movies." You defended yourself.

"Baby, the last time we watched a horror movie you were sleeping in our bed for nearly a month." Natasha reminded you.

"First of all that was only because your bed is a lot more comfortable than mine. Second of all the woman had literal buttons where her eyes should have been. Who's brilliant idea was it to even suggest that movie is suitable for kids."

Natasha lets out a light chuckle.

"Here you look." Steve handed the remote to you.

"How about...twilight?"

"If it's that movie with the sparkling vampires then I’ll pass," Steve said.

"How about a dog's purpose. I know how much you like movies about dogs." Natasha

"Maybe but I don't want to watch it in case the dog died and I'm not really in the mood to be uncontrollably sobbing tonight." Then you let out a yawn.

"I'm done, you look." You handed the remote back to your dad and you snuggle up to your mom.

"Turn it over to Disney and put on Finding Nemo or something." You said as you stretched out your legs and rested them across your dad's lap.

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While Finding Nemo was playing it got to the scene with the sharks. When the scene with the explosion happened you got a fright and, of course, both your parents felt your body jump.

"You have seen this movie so many times and still get scared at the same scene every time." Natasha laughed

"It just startled me, that's all," You turned to rest your forehead on your mom's shoulder and hid your face in embarrassment

Natasha and Steve heard you laughing so they knew that you were okay.

"I can't reach, can you get it for me, daddy?" You were stretching your arm to try to grab the popcorn bowl on the coffee table but your arms were too short to grab it without moving.

———⧗———

After the movie had finished Steve saw that both you and your mom had fallen asleep.

He carefully moved your legs off his lap and placed them on the couch. You started shifting and he got worried that he had woken you up but you had just moved your legs up to your chest and leaned them against your mom He covered you both up with the blankets that had fallen off at some point then placed a kiss on you and your mom's foreheads. Then he took the bowls into the kitchen.

Natasha woke up and saw that Steve wasn't there. She carefully removed herself from the couch but kept her hand on your head to support it and replaced it with a cushion.

She picked up the cups that were on the floor and headed into the kitchen. She placed them on the counter beside the sink.

"I don't wake you up did I?" Steve asked worriedly.

"No, you didn't," Natasha responded picking up the dish towel and drying the dishes.

Natasha has always been a light sleeper one of the many things that kept her alive in the Red Room which came in handy when you came into her life whenever you had a nightmare she would be by your side instantly and giving you as much comfort as possible.

After they had finished washing the dishes they both walked back into the common room and you were still sleeping soundly on the sofa all warm and cosy wrapped up in the blanket

They started quietly turning off all the lights and the tv then Steve carefully lifted you and they made their way up to their room.

———⧗———

You started to wake up a little.

"Where are we going?" You asked confusedly.

"Up to bed, honey," Steve replied.

"But what about the movie I need to know how it ended."

"Baby, you have seen that movie plenty of time to know what happens at the end," Nat said.

"I know but I still need to see it."

"Maybe in the morning," Natasha told you running her hand through your hair.

Even with your eyes slightly open, you saw that they had walked past their bedroom and were heading to yours.

"No, I want to sleep in your bed tonight." You whined.

It was too late so they just gave in and turned around back to their room.

"Yay." You tiredly cheered.

Natasha opened the bedroom door then she pulled back the covers and steve gently placed you on the bed. You shuffled over to the middle of the bed so they had enough room too.

After Natasha had turned off the light and got into a comfortable position you snuggled up against her.

"Love you, mama, love you, daddy." You whispered.

"Love you, baby." "Love you, kid" Natasha placed a kiss on your forehead and Steve kissed the side of your head.

It didn't take you long to fall back asleep.

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WARNING: BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS

A/N: this might be trash but I only gave myself an hour to write this so I had to work fast aoefjawoif

Coming here was dangerous, you knew that. But you were both on the run and you wanted to be on the run with her. You knew she did too, but Natasha tended to get herself involved in some fairly dangerous activities, which was the main reason she hadn’t wanted you to come. 

It hadn’t been as hard as you’d thought to find her. It took a bit of digging and help from a friend, but you’d found her relatively easily. And that’s when you’d realized she hadn’t told you everything about her past. 

Not quite really knowing the story, you’d packed up the little things that you had and headed straight for the little town outside of St. Petersburg. 

++++++

“There is someone at the perimeter,” Melina stated, observing the flashing red screen on her iPad. 

“Bring up the camera feed,” Natasha instructed.

“I did not raise you to be this bossy.”

“You didn’t- never mind,” Nat sighed. “Just bring it up.”

You appeared on the screen, in your tactical suit, looking rather dangerous and clearly armed. 

“Deploying countermeasures,” the older woman muttered. 

“No, stop! I know her.”

“How many people did you invite here?” Yelena asked incredulously.

“I didn’t invite her,” Natasha grumbled, though she wasn’t exactly as displeased as she sounded. “I’ll go get her.”

The other three adults watched curiously as the red head made her way out of the house and towards the perimeter. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” your girlfriend called as she neared you. 

“I accidentally stumbled upon you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

She rolled her eyes, trying to resist the urge to yell. 

“Are you really not happy to see me?” you asked quietly. The vulnerability you displayed had Nat’s heart beating rapidly in her chest. 

“Of course I am,” she replied softly, her arms opening for you once you got close enough. You buried into her, trying not to sob as all of your worry and tension dissipated from what had happened in Germany. You clutched her so hard that you thought you might leave bruises and you would have felt bad if she hadn’t had been doing the same. 

“Are you okay?” you whispered, pulling back slightly, though not enough to leave her arms. 

“Always. You?”

“Always,” you copied. 

Your eyes flickered to her lips- soft, pink, full lips that you hadn’t gotten to kiss since before she’d left for the United Nations conference. She didn’t need to be asked, for Natasha connected your lips less than half a second later. It was raw, emotional, yet simple. 

++++++

“Oh my god, Natasha has a girlfriend! Our little Natasha, all grown up,” Alexei observed, dramatically putting emotion into his words. 

“What, you didn’t know?” Yelena asked. 

“You did!?”

“I see the news, dipshit.”

“Well, I am sorry that in prison, I can’t follow the happenings of-”

“Okay, that’s enough, we need another plate set out,” Melina interrupted, sending Yelena into the kitchen for another plate. 

++++++

“Don’t listen to a word they say,” Nat warned. 

“What? Why? Who are they?” you asked. 

“From my past. From a three year mission when I was young. We played the family role. I need them to get to the Red Room.”

“Which I am helping with, by the way,” you stated. 

“No, it’s far too dangerous. Go help Steve break everyone out of prison.”

“And that’s not dangerous?” you laughed. “You’re my girlfriend and I'm helping you with this in whatever way I can. You might need me, you never know.”

“I do need you,” she murmured, so quietly you couldn’t even be sure she’d said it. One look at her face told you she was scared, maybe more so than she ever had been. 

“I need you too.”

++++++

When you’d walked in, you’d never felt so exposed in your life. The three Russian assassins stared at you harder than you’d ever thought possible. 

“Okay, enough,” Natasha grumbled, leading you closer to the table. 

“Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, that’s Yelena, Melina, and Alexei.”

“I’m the father, and if you ever hurt my little-”

“Too much,” Melina interrupted, shaking her head. “Welcome, Y/N, please, sit and eat you must be starving. Have a drink.”

Oh, so by drink, she meant shots. 

You sat down next to Nat, watching with an amused expression when she was told to stop slouching. Not wanting to agitate her further, you didn't say anything, but you definitely knew that she slouched. 

Once she’d finally gotten the attention of everyone, things took a turn for the worse, and the conversation ended with Yelena leaving, followed soon after by Alexei. You could tell Nat was upset, but you didn’t quite know how to help. 

Abruptly, she stood, glancing at you. 

“We’re leaving.”

“Where are you going?” Melina asked. 

“To do this myself.”

“You won’t survive.” 

“Nice of you to pretend you care.”

You stood, following Natasha to the back of the house. 

“Nat, are you sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Please, it’s just... they need you and you need them. We have a much better chance of shutting down the Red Room if we work together. You know more about teamwork than anyone here,” you reasoned. 

Her features softened and her lips curved upwards. 

“I only know so much about it because you taught me.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” you chuckled. “Just reconsider, please.”

“I hate it when you’re right,” she mumbled, pulling you into her arms. Her lips briefly touched your cheek before settling into the hug. 

“Really? Because I love it.”

[peterparkersnose]

the witch and the spider chapter 6- blink

tasm!peter x reader

tasm/nwh!peter x reader

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

After you and your Uncle, Doctor Strange, closed the portal on the statue of liberty life went back to almost normal. Besides the fact that the two other worldly Peter's were trapped in your universe.

*this is probably the farthest thing from anything canon

   *Tony Stark, Black Widow, young Steve Rogers, Vision, Loki are all alive

      *Timeline is completely off for some facts

next chapter linked at the bottom

word count: 2.5k

warnings: anxiety, negative body image, injury

a/n you guys i’m starting to really fall in love with this fic, it started out eh but these last few chapters are just *chefs kiss*

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Peter found himself in a white room. A light blinked from above him, too far to see up. The light burnt out, and quickly snapped back on. In the room then emerged Gwen. Peter ran to her, grabbing her in his arms. She still felt the same in his embrace, the deja vu kicked in. "Gwen!" he yelled, kissing her hard on the lips. She laughed. Peter then realized. "Gwen,"

Gwen was dead.

"Peter, don't be afraid." she smiled. "Your going to be okay."

"What- how are you- how am I?" Peter scrambled to say.

"Your not going to stay. I can tell you that much right now." she laughed, crossing her arms. "What? No, I want to stay. Gwen, I want to be with you please let me stay!" he cried, tears rolling down his face.

"No Peter, it's not your time. You have more to do." Gwen reassured him.

"Oh Peter, you have such a good life ahead of you." she chuckled. "I'm liking this Y/N your hanging out around."

"What? O-oh she's just a friend I-"

"Please. I want you to be happy. I need you to Peter. For me," she sighed. "Gwen, let me stay!"

"Go to her Pete. Trust me, she's a keeper. You have my blessing."

"Gwen," he cried, a full on ugly sob. "I am so sorry."

"Peter, I have never been angry with you. I know you did what you could- it wasn't your fault. I don't blame you for my death. I still love you. I want to see you lead a healthy loving life. It hurts me to watch you live this lonely life, all because of me." Gwen sighed, holding Peter in her embrace.

"For me Peter, please."

She touched the side of his cheek, and Peter rested his hand against hers. As he did that, the room became empty and he regained his consciousness in his body.

-

You were found by both of the Peter's left. Peter 3 let a signal go out of his suit once you were unconscious. He was mostly fried, nerve shock. The Peter's freaked out when they found you, especially Peter 1. He thought you were dead, that Electro really did it. He held your body, mourning you. He had just lost his Aunt and now he thought he had lost one of his closest friends.

You two were rushed into the medical in Stark Towers. They would have taken you to a regular emergency room, but with your powers you were unpredictable. Stark's doctors took care of you two fine.

Peter 3 had sustained minor burns to his thighs, where most of the impact was sustained. His nerves were temporarily fried, leaving him in a frozen state for a few days. His body would eventually catch up with his brain, but doctors weren't sure if it'd be a few hours or days. He could look around, breathe, was deemed conscious and aware. He couldn't speak or move his body. His skin was charred black, his hair looked like it was straight ironed up. Nothing a good shower (or in his case, sponge bath) couldn't fix.

You were out of energy. Simply, your body barely had enough to keep you breathing and your heart beating. You were given an IV of fluids to rejuvenate your body of it's natural energy. That helped your natural human restoration powers start working again. When those were working, your recovery was a fast and easy one. You were fine by the next afternoon. Of course, you had some natural fatigue and body trauma, but you were ordered to rest and be off duty for the next week.

-

You were released from the medical wing. You went back to your apartment in Stark Towers. Everything was the same. You could tell your cleaning lady had been there, the kitchen was spotless. You made your way to your room, and curled up in your bed.

You hurt him.

Peter is in the hospital because of you-

Tears rolled down your face as your anxiety attack set in.

-

Meanwhile in the hospital, Peter's Spider Senses set off. The nurses were astonished by the amount of brain activity that went off during this time. He could sense something was wrong, and it definitely involved you. He was in no imminent danger. It was different than his usual sense too- this one felt more intimate.

-

A shower sounded like a great idea. After all, you hadn't been able too after your fight. A shower would due you good, you were in desperate need of one. The water washed the dirt and grime off. You noticed a small stitching on the side of your waist. The thread was feeling tight, so you pulled it out. Painful to say the least. You watched your skin absorb the wound. You made a mental note to put a note in your medical file about stuff like that.

The hot water poured down your body. You stared at the drain, trying not to think of Peter. The guilt in you was so bad, you felt like you had to throw up.

Once you were out of the shower, you stood in front of your body length mirror. You had always had issues with body image, but when your anxiety was high your confidence became lower and lower. Your thick thighs were always your point of mental abuse. Sure, an hourglass figure and semi-normal tits were a blessing. The little pouch of fat on your stomach and your thighs drove you crazy. No matter how much training you endured, they never left. You always excused it as your human side- you weren't a perfect looking god such as your father once was.

Sweatpants, a tight tank top, and a black hoodie suited you well. You tried to find anything in your home to do to distract yourself. Cleaning was already done. No food in the fridge, no eating. TV was boring as always. You were banned from the training room for the next week. Oh, how this was going to be fun.

You paced your apartment staring at the tiled floor. One foot per tile kept you occupied. Your thoughts rambled on about Peter. Thinking about what he's thinking about, to your crush, and that lead to a rabbit hole of: you two together, sex, dates, romantic gestures, proposals, kids-

You had to stop yourself. You couldn't let yourself think like this. He was going to go home. He didn't belong here. You knew that better than anybody else. You quickly emptied those thoughts and tried to sleep. Sure, it was 7:30 PM. Why not get an extra few hours.

-

Meanwhile in the medical ward, Peter 3 said his first words since the accident. "Y/N," he whispered. A nurse turned around and quickly wrote your name down on a piece of paper. She got a doctor, and he inspected Peter.

"Mr. Parker, listen. Blink once if we heard you correctly. You said, Y/N?" he asked.

Peter blinked once.

"What can we do to help? Would you like to hear about Y/N's condition?"

Peter blinked once.

"Alright, here." the doctor said, pulling your file up on a tablet. "Y/N L/N was discharged an hour and a half ago. She was drained of energy when she arrived. Once we got her natural energy back, her self reparation powers began properly functioning again. She was deemed well enough to be discharged and was approved by her Doctor. She is on medical leave from her duties and required at least a week of rest before resuming her duties at Stark Towers."

Peter took a deep breathe.

"Blink once if you need anything else," the doctor said, handing his tablet off to the nurse.

Peter blinked again.

"Would you like to see Miss L/N?"

Peter began blinking rapidly.

"Okay, okay Mr. Parker. Two blinks if that is a yes."

Peter blinked twice.

Tears started coming to his eyes. He wanted to see you so badly, more than anything else at that moment.

-

You were almost asleep, when your speaker system beeped in your apartment. You groaned and rolled over in bed.

"Y/N L/N, you are requested in the medical ward."

Your eyes shot open, and you almost sprinted out of bed.

Peter was either awake, or died.

Please be okay please be okay

You flew down the stairs, almost knocking over Bucky. You gave him a quick apology rushing past him.

You were met by one of Peter's nurses. You were out of breathe and disheveled. "Miss L/N, we really recommend no physical activity-" "Is he okay?" you interrupted. "He is asking for you,"

You let out a sigh of relief.

The nurse lead you to Peter's room. You gasped when you saw him in his state. His legs all bandaged up, he wasn't moving. "Peter," you gasped. His eyes started blinking rapidly as his vitals increased.

"Mr. Parker's nerves suffered some severe damage. It is all temporarily, but you will have to move right next to him if you want to communicate." the doctor explained.

You moved next to Peter. You looked down, swiping a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh my god," you gasped. Peter managed to curl his lips into a tiny smile. "I- I am so sorry."

All he could do was blink his eyes.

He wanted to scream out.

"Don't be upset. This isn't your fault. I am so sorry. You look so beautiful. I will be okay. Everything is okay."

Hell, he wanted to jump up and kiss you.

You grabbed his hand, and you felt his fingers twitch in his palm. A tear started to roll down his eyes, matching yours.

"Hey, no no no. Please don't cry." he wanted to belt out. He didn't want you feeling like this was your fault.

You grabbed his hand tightly. Peter felt calm for the first time in hours. His vitals returned down to normal.

You sat with him all night. Peter didn't want to sleep. He wanted to spend every moment he had with you.

The thing with being in this state is you get to think. All the time in the world to think. And when he felt you grab his hand on that roof, and now, he realized something. He wanted you. Always there by him. He hadn't felt this way since Gwen. Oh, Gwen. He couldn't get her voice out of his head. "Go to her Peter," rang in his skull over and over again. "For me," followed it.

He didn't care anymore. He didn't care about anything but you. He was willing to give up his whole other universe just for you.

It was near three am now. You sat in the uncomfortable medical chair half awake, still holding Peter's hand. Peter was asleep. You tried to think of anything you could do to help this poor boy. Any medical devices Tony might have invented lying around. Anything you could have read in a book. You were thinking of your own recovery when you remembered your powers. Your healing powers.

What if I try to transfer them to him?

You didn't care about your own medical risk. This could take a lot of your energy, and you needed that.

"Pete, hey." you whispered, shaking his shoulders gently. He was delighted to wake up to your face. "I'm going to try something, just hold on."

You placed your hands on his abdomen. If he wasn't completely comatose, he would be having an internal heart attack by about now. You mustered the feeling of his pain through your hands, and tried releasing as much energy as you could into him. After a while, you were becoming exhausted. You then almost collapsed, falling backwards in the room. You were caught by two warm hands holding you tight.

"Y/N?" Peter asked, holding you in his arms. At this point, you just felt like you had been up for three days. Awake, but exhausted. "Did that really work or am I hallucinating?" you asked him. He smiled, pulling you closer. He grabbed your cheek, and kissed you.

"Definitely hallucinating." you yawned, rocking in his arms. Peter let out a tiny laugh. "You saved me," he smiled.

"Saved you? Your dumbass took the blow of Electro," you chuckled. "I'm not full human Peter. I could have sustained that." "I couldn't bare the thought of him hurting you," Peter sighed. "Here,"

He pulled you closer to him in his hospital bed. There was barely enough room for the both of you. You rested your head on his shoulder. "How do I know this is real?" you asked him. "Tell me something only you would know." you asked, looking up and meeting his brown eyes. "Let me think," he said. "I remember when I came to check on you, when MJ was there," he began. You nodded your head. "When I came back to get the last digit- I heard you screaming with MJ about me."

You sighed. "Oh, uh-" you laughed in embarrassment. "It's cute." he smiled. He took your hand and interlocked it with yours. "This is bad," you chuckled. "Bad how?" Peter asked, suddenly concerned. "No, I'm very happy right now. But Peter, your from another universe." you sighed. You squeezed his hand tighter. You hated the thought of him leaving. "You know- in the few days I've been here. I love it." "Yes, but you need to go home." you sighed. "Y/N I don't want to go home."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to come on too strong. But Y/N, there's something about you that I didn't get with Gwen. My senses- my body reacts to you. I'm drawn to you in ways I've never been drawn to anyone else,"

"Wait shut up,"

"What?"

"No Peter, my senses have been all off ever since you came here. I can't read your aura. Your vibrations everything when I'm around you just- feels right."

"Oh?" Peter asked. He was grinning so hard.

"Your right, I don't want to come on too strong. But Peter-" you said, looking up at him. "My Uncle couldn't read his ex-girlfriend's aura. And ever since then, he hasn't ever had a good relationship that lasted very long."

"Oh so your saying we're soulmates," he laughed. You yawned, and moved your arms to around his bicep. "No, well-"

"What about her?" you asked him. He knew that the 'her' you were referring to was Gwen. Peter could hear the tiny feeling of encouragement given to him by Gwen.

"It's okay." he smiled. "She said it's okay."

BONUS: At the Sanctum Sanctorum, Dr. Strange paced around the floors. He had been trying to conjure a recipe to send the Peter's home for days. No spell he could find was right.

Sure, he could send both of them home. To different universes. Or, stranded in the jungle of a universe, the possibility of it being theirs was slim to none. He searched through old scripture and writings.

He had finally found one that could possibly work. He was so excited and read the ancient text. Everything seemed perfect, correct universes and everything. But one would have to stay. An exchange for the other in the eyes of the universe that seemed fair.

He threw his hands in the air and grunted, skipping to the next old text to find possibly anything.

Little did he know, he just found the answer to everything.

Chapter 7

[thewidowsghost]

Happy Holidays! - Chapter 1

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A ten year old girl’s gaze is fixed on the television, watching worriedly as both her mother and uncle fight aliens in New York City.

Laura Barton sits down beside the young girl. Laura turns the television off, wrapping an arm around the (H/c) haired girl.

“She’ll be okay,” Laura says, attempting to comfort the young girl despite her own worries about her husband - the father of her two children, and the girl’s cousin.

The girl looks up at her aunt with wide green eyes, the same emerald shade as her mother’s. She goes to say something, but then, the front door opens.

Natasha Romanoff hurries across the room towards her daughter, and tears well in the girl’s eyes.

The girl lets out a muffled sob into her mother’s shoulder, gripping onto the back of her shirt.

“I’m sorry I worried you, my (Y/n),” Natasha murmurs into her child’s hair.

(Y/n) grabs at her mother’s shirt again, keeping her close to her.

Yes, Natasha was a young mother, having just been seventeen when she’d given birth to (Y/n) - twenty-seven now - but Natasha loved her daughter and (Y/n) loved her mother.

Natasha had somehow kept her daughter a secret from the Red Room, and it was her daughter’s existence that had led her to escape - to hopefully make a better life for the both of them.

Natasha had run into Clint Barton after a year - (Y/n) had just turned two - and had been very on guard, thinking that the SHIELD agent had somehow found out about her daughter, but the man had shown her compassion, and Natasha had gotten a job working with SHIELD. The Black Widow had finally earned enough money to buy a house where she could raise her daughter.

“I’m glad you’re home,” (Y/n) says into her mother’s shoulder.

. . .

A quinjet lands at a farmhouse and the inhabitant grabs a gun out of the safe, moving to crouch behind the kitchen counter, the fourteen year old’s back pressed against the cabinets, facing the back door.

“Honey?” a voice rings through the house but (Y/n) doesn't let her guard down, still not sure whether she could trust the voice. “Honey? I’m home.”

Slowly, silently, (Y/n) turns around and then stands up, pointing the gun at the door, which had a group of people filling in through the door.

“Hi,” Natasha says, moving towards the girl and (Y/n) drops the gun on the counter, wrapping her arms around her mother. “I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead.”

“This is an agent of some kind,” a dark haired man - Tony Stark, (Y/n) knows - says.

“I wish that more than you, sir,” (Y/n) replies politely, Natasha resting a loving hand on the small of her daughter’s back, a proud gleam in her eyes.

“This is my daughter, (Y/n),” Natasha says, smiling down at her daughter’s head.

“Did you bring Uncle Clint?” (Y/n) asks.

Clint’s figure steps out from behind Tony and (Y/n) walks over, hugging her Uncle.

(Y/n) hears the loud sounds of paws coming down the stairs.

“Incoming,” (Y/n) says, a white German shepherd appearing in the doorway, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Then, he catches sight of Natasha, and pads over, nuzzling her hands.

“Hiya, Bolt,” Natasha scratches behind the dog’s ears.

(Y/n) had named the dog, after the super dog, of course.

“Sorry for barging in on you,” Steve Rogers says, nodding to (Y/n).

“Yeah, we would have called ahead, but we were to busy not knowing you existed,” Tony adds.

(Y/n) blinks at the man, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, a familiar look in her eyes that matched her mother’s signature glare.

Tony winces and looks away and Natasha winks at her daughter, the proud gleam returning to her eyes.

. . .

“Thor didn’t way where he was going for answers?” Tony asks Steve, the two outside chopping wood.

“Sometimes my teammates don’t tell me things,” Steve replies, his gaze falling on the happy Natasha on the porch, ruffling her daughter’s hair.

(Y/n) smiles slightly, swatting her mother’s hand away, no heat in the gesture.

“I was kind of hoping Thor would be the exception,” Steve goes on.

“Yeah, give him time,” Tony says.

“Uh, Mr. Stark, sir,” Both Tony and Steve turn around to face the girl. (Y/n) scratches the back of her neck, looking put-off at the sight of the two Avengers staring at her. “Mom said you wouldn’t mind, but I can’t get the tractor to start.”

“Yeah, I’ll give her a kick,” Tony replies. He starts to walk away, but then he turns back to Steve. “Don’t take from my pile.”

(Y/n) laughs, her emerald gaze gleaming brightly in the sun.

"You make Natasha happy," (Y/n) turns to face the super soldier.

"I'd hope so," (Y/n) replies, her eyes bright with amusement.

A slight smile spreads into Steve's face and he chuckles. "Do you want to help?" he asks, gesturing to the piles of wood that still needed chopping.

"You know Mom doesn't need all of this chopped, right?" (Y/n) questions, crossing her arms.

A smile twitches on Steve’s lips, and looking amused.

A young woman looks up at the belltower, narrowing her eyes.

She kneels down, her phone ringing.

“Kate,” a young woman, Greer, says, “be careful. If we get caught, you’re definitely gonna be kicked off the archery team.”

Kate’s two friends appear down below in the archway, looking up at the archer.

“Yeah, I know. But a bet’s a bet, Greer,” Kate replies. “Okay, so the real question. Does the bell swing back and fourth, or the dangly thingy swing back and forth?”

“It’s obviously the bell,” Greer replies.

“See? I would disagree,” Kate replies, wrapping her fingers. “I think it’s the dangly thing.”

“Nice outfit by the way, Kate,” Greer says.

“Yeah, well, sometimes, you gotta dress the part,” Kate replies, moving to stand on the ledge and drawing her bow, an arrow with a tennis ball stabbed through it, knocked and ready to shoot.

“I know it’s a bet,” Greer tells Kate, “but are you sure that the arrow won’t damage it?”

“No,” Kate replies.

Kate releases the arrow and it soars through the sky, hitting the bell and ricocheting off with a ding.

Kate scoffs.

“Well, that was a bit of a letdown,” Greer says.

“Okay, you know what, just hang on,” Kate says, kneeling down and grabbing another arrow.

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