#clint wants present so bad

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just rewatched spirited. even gayer than the first time

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : GAME NIGHT : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Logan Howlett x F!Stark!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None! Mentions of (Y/N)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You and Logan get invited to the Avengers game night by your father, Tony Stark. As usual, Wade tags along.

Part 2 of ‘Meet The Family’ (or can be read as a standalone)

IT WAS A WARM SATURDAY EVENING AT THE AVENGERS COMPOUND, and the living room was already buzzing with chatter and laughter. Tony Stark had decided to host a game night, something rare but always chaotic in the best way possible. Naturally, you and Logan had been invited. Well, more like dragged into it by Tony, who had left you a not-so-subtle voicemail: "Game night. Be there, or I’ll build an Iron Man suit with your name on it. Logan too."

Now, you were sitting on the couch, sandwiched between Logan, who had that same calm, unbothered expression, and Wade, who had somehow found his way into the compound again without being invited.

“Alright, team,” Tony announced, standing at the head of the room like he was about to launch into a company presentation. “Tonight, we’re doing things a little differently. No Monopoly. No Twister.” He glanced pointedly at Thor, who looked almost disappointed. “And definitely no more karaoke. Clint, I'm looking at you.”

Clint snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Hey, my rendition of ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ was iconic.”

“Iconic, yes,” Tony quipped. “Also responsible for me needing to soundproof this place. No, tonight, we’re going to play—wait for it— Avengers Trivia.”

There was a collective groan from around the room. Steve facepalmed, and Natasha narrowed her eyes at Tony. “You cannot be serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious, Nat,” Tony replied, a grin spreading across his face. “Jarvis is going to be our quizmaster. Everyone teams up in pairs, and we’ll see who really knows the most about this weird, dysfunctional little family we’ve built.”

Logan’s eyes flicked to you, one eyebrow raised. “Trivia? This what you do for fun?”

You chuckled, nudging him playfully. “Trust me, it gets wild.”

Wade, who was seated cross-legged on the floor like a child, raised his hand. “Ooh, ooh! I call Logan as my partner!”

“Absolutely not,” Logan deadpanned, cutting him off without hesitation.

“Rude,” Wade muttered under his breath.

Tony clapped his hands. “Alright, pick your partners. (Y/N), you’re with Logan. Nat, you’re with Steve. Clint, you’re with—”

“Me,” Wade interrupted, grinning maniacally. “The unstoppable duo is back!”

Clint groaned but didn’t argue. “Great. This’ll be fun.”

Thor was happily pairing up with Bruce, already talking about how their combined Asgardian and science knowledge would be “unmatched in the Nine Realms.”

“Let’s get started!” Tony called, snapping his fingers. “Jarvis, first question!”

The familiar voice of the AI butler filled the room. “First question: Who was the first Avenger to officially join S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

Before anyone could answer, Wade leaped to his feet. “Easy! It was Deadpool! Wait, no, I was too cool for S.H.I.E.L.D. It was Cap. Yeah, totally Captain America.”

“That’s correct,” Jarvis responded, and Wade pumped his fists triumphantly.

Steve glanced at Wade in disbelief. “How do you—never mind, I don’t want to know.”

Natasha smirked. “Looks like we’re off to a good start.”

Logan, leaning back in his seat, glanced at you with a smirk. “They’re really competitive about this, aren’t they?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Jarvis continued, “Second question: Which Avenger has the most confirmed hand-to-hand combat victories?”

Thor stood up, beaming with pride. “It is clearly I! Thor Odinson, warrior of Asgard!”

“Actually, the answer is Natasha Romanoff,” Jarvis corrected.

Thor froze, his confidence momentarily faltering. “Ah, well… yes, Lady Natasha is indeed formidable in battle.”

Natasha gave a small, smug wave. “Don’t feel bad, Thor. You’ve got the hammer thing going for you.”

The next few questions flew by, with Clint and Wade bickering over every answer, Steve trying to be diplomatic, and Tony repeatedly congratulating himself for knowing all the answers to his own questions.

Finally, Jarvis posed a question that had Logan sitting up straighter: “What is the most common alias used by Wolverine in the field?”

Wade immediately blurted, “Oh! Oh! It’s Wolverine! Wait, no—Patch! Or is it ‘That Angry Canadian Guy’? Ooh, I know—Hairy Murder Grandpa!”

Logan shot Wade a warning look. “Don’t push it.”

Wade, not knowing when to quit, leaned closer to Clint and stage-whispered, “I’m pretty sure it’s Patch. He wore an eye patch. So mysterious, so dashing.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “Is it Patch?”

Logan nodded. “That’s one of them.”

Jarvis confirmed, “Correct. Wolverine has used the alias Patch on numerous occasions, particularly in Madripoor.”

Wade looked smug, puffing out his chest. “See? I know my friends. Not that we’re friends, but you know, friends in a ‘he’ll tolerate me’ kind of way.”

Logan’s gaze met yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of the situation. “You’re handling this a lot better than I thought you would,” you whispered to him.

He shrugged. “Not my first rodeo with these types. They’re alright. Except him,” he said, nodding toward Wade, who was now debating with Clint whether Deadpool could be considered an honorary Avenger.

After a few more rounds of questions—with your team surprisingly holding its own—Tony stood up, waving his hand for attention. “Alright, alright. Let’s mix things up. I’m bored of trivia. Time for the lightning round: Avengers Charades.”

“Oh no,” Steve muttered under his breath, already looking weary.

“Oh yes!” Tony replied, grinning mischievously. “Everyone, pair up with a new partner. This time, one person will act out an iconic Avenger moment, and the other person guesses.”

Clint clapped his hands together. “This should be good. Wade, you’re on my team. Let’s see if you can manage to not ruin this.”

“Challenge accepted!” Wade chirped.

Natasha swapped with you so that you were now paired with Steve, while Logan found himself paired with Bruce. Bruce looked mildly terrified, but Logan just nodded in his calm, stoic way.

Tony raised his hand again. “Alright, first team up—Logan and Bruce. Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Bruce stood up, nervously adjusting his glasses. “I’ll, uh, act it out. You guess.”

Logan grunted. “Fine.”

Bruce stepped to the middle of the room and began... well, thrashing around. He flailed his arms, growling and making these deep, guttural noises, then pretended to smash something invisible with both hands.

Logan blinked. “The Hulk?”

“Correct!” Tony shouted, laughing. “That was the easiest one! Come on, Bruce, give us something harder next time!”

Bruce, looking sheepish, sat back down as Logan gave him a brief nod of approval.

Next, it was your turn with Steve. You drew a card from the deck Tony had provided and grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun. You stood up, positioned your hands like you were grabbing two handles, then mimed jumping out of a plane with a parachute. Steve’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Cap jumping out of the Quinjet without a parachute.”

“Correct!” Tony called, and Steve laughed, shaking his head. “I knew you were gonna do that one.”

As the game went on, Wade acted out a scene from Thor: Ragnarok with over-the-top dramatics, pretending to be both Thor and Hulk fighting in the arena. Clint just threw his hands in the air. “I’m not guessing this.”

Thor, of course, took the opportunity to stand up and reenact an exaggerated version of his own scene, complete with an invisible Mjölnir that he swung wildly around the room.

“Another point for Team Asgard!” Thor announced proudly, and Bruce just shook his head.

Finally, it came down to Tony’s team—himself and Nat. Tony drew a card and immediately smirked. He stood up, putting on a ridiculously exaggerated “hero” pose, and then pretended to fire repulsor blasts from his hands.

Natasha crossed her arms. “Really, Tony? You’re just doing yourself?”

“Can you blame me?” Tony replied, winking at her.

Natasha sighed. “Iron Man in literally every movie you’ve been in.”

“Bingo!” Tony grinned, bowing dramatically as if he’d just performed Shakespeare at the Globe.

The night wrapped up with everyone gathered in the living room, laughing and sharing stories. You leaned against Logan, feeling his steady presence beside you as the chaos of your family—both old and new—buzzed around you.

“Well,” Logan said quietly, watching as Thor tried to explain to Clint why throwing Mjölnir wasn’t cheating in charades, “this wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Told you. We’re a weird bunch, but we’re family.”

Logan looked down at you, a rare softness in his eyes. "Yeah, I can see that."

Just as the moment settled between you two, Wade suddenly jumped up, startling everyone. "Wait! One last round! We can't end game night without one final showdown."

Tony groaned, already halfway out of his seat. "Wade, it's late. And I think we've done enough—"

"No!" Wade insisted dramatically, waving his arms. "It's tradition! And by tradition, I mean something I just made up. The Ultimate Battle: Avengers Pictionary!"

"God, no," Clint muttered, but it was too late. Wade was already tearing open a random box from Tony's game collection, pulling out a whiteboard and markers.

"Alright, alright," Natasha sighed. "One round, Wade. One."

Wade grinned and tossed the marker at Logan, who caught it midair with practiced ease. "You, Logan! You’re up first!"

Logan glanced at the marker, clearly unamused, then at you. "Pictionary, really?"

You shrugged with a grin. "Rules are rules. Besides, I wanna see how good your art skills are."

With a small grunt of resignation, Logan stood and moved to the whiteboard, glancing briefly at the card Wade handed him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then, without a word, he began to draw.

At first, the lines were slow, hesitant, but as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s rough sketch started taking shape. There was a figure—a man, with claws and an iconic stance.

Tony leaned forward, grinning. "Oh, this one's obvious."

But before anyone could guess, Wade leapt up. "It’s me! Deadpool! No, wait, it’s—"

"Logan," you cut in with a smirk, recognizing the stance. "It's him. Wolverine."

Logan stopped drawing, looked back at the group, and gave a small, satisfied nod. "Yep."

The room erupted into laughter, and Tony threw his hands up. "Okay, that's it. Game night over. Logan wins."

Logan shook his head, placing the marker down. "This was ridiculous."

"Ridiculously fun," Wade chimed in, unbothered by Logan’s usual gruff demeanor.

As the night wrapped up for real this time, you leaned against Logan once more, feeling the warmth of his presence amidst the laughter and camaraderie around you. Sure, game night had been chaotic, but in the end, it was just another reminder that no matter how strange or dysfunctional, this was your family.

And Logan? Well, he was officially part of it now, too.

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 1

I fully intended to put out the next part of Well Met, but I got a really bad cold and didn't get far enough into the next chapter to post it, so I'm putting out this one. It's based on this idea here. It is spoilery, so if you don't want to be spoiled, you can read it after the story is done.

I've tagged my regulars as well as those that expressed interest in the original post. If you don't want to be tagged in future parts, just DM me and I'll remove you.

Eddie IS in this just not for awhile. And Steve does have sex with other OCs, the only sex shown will be between Eddie and Steve.

Summary: Steve is an escort with Starcourt Services, who provides omegas to alphas with the money for all sorts of accommodations: arm candy at social events, rut servicing, multiples (including orgies), and sometimes, just sex. Steve is highly sought after, but after a run in with Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson at a fundraiser for a US senator, his world is turned upside down.

No monsters/omegaverse AU. Rockstar Eddie/Sex Worker Steve. Mature (especially in later chapters).

****

When Steve presented as an omega at the age of sixteen his parents were thrilled. They were going to throw lavish parties of all the best alphas in the state. Well, the appropriate ones, anyway. The good ones from conservative families of wealth and breeding.

Steve wasn’t looking forward to any of it. Which is why he breathed a sigh of relief when the doctors tested his fertility they told him he was infertile.

There was a couple other tests they could have preformed but his parents weren’t having it. How dare he be infertile! How were they going to recoup the cost of having an omega for a son, if he couldn’t have been an alpha?

The doctors informed them they had three choices. To the Church where he would be celibate and never seen or heard from again. This is what his mother wanted, but the Church wouldn’t give the money they so desperately wanted.

The second option was as a nursemaid for wealthy omegas who didn’t want to breastfeed their own pups. It had no real financial security because it was dependent on the elite needing a nursemaid in the first place. As callous as the Harringtons were, they didn’t want him to starve.

The final option was Starcourt Services. An elite escort service that would buy infertile omegas to pimp out to single alphas. They had a whole range of services. Rut servicing, gang bang and multiples (including orgies), and cherry popping.

The last one was how the Harringtons would get their money. Whatever the bid price was for an alpha deflowering Steve would be how much they would get for him. Then Steve would work for Starcourt until it was paid off. Then it would be up to Steve to decide what he wanted to do after that.

Most omegas would then go into nurturing fields, like teachers, nurses, and counseling. Not all of them did though, there were some really famous omega escorts in their fifties and sixties. Not even the best paid actors and musicians got paid as much as these escorts. They were lavished with everything they could ever want. Clothes, jewelry, trips to anywhere in the world. You name it, they got it. And they were paid handsomely by Starcourt on top of all that.

There was this really famous male omega simply called Roxie that Steve had on a poster on his wall. His contract had been offered to be bought out a record number of twenty-seven times during his career. People like politicians and diplomats, rockstars and A-listers, the elite and the powerful. Rumor had that one of the princes of Saudi Arabia had offered three times, but Roxie turned them all down.

Steve wanted to be just like him. But he knew that if he voiced that he would be whisked away to the monastery before he could even blink. So threw his lot with wet nurse lot. Saying that it wouldn’t be that bad, he could still save money to go to school and become a teacher.

It was the teacher part that really got Clint Harrington. No Harrington omega had ever been a teacher in their great history and he was going to let his son become the first.

So Starcourt it was.

When he turned eighteen he would be sold off to the highest bidder to take his virginity.

When the time came, Steve was one of the highest cherries ever sold by Starcourt to the tune of one million dollars. His parents went away with their money and Steve got his back blown by a thirty year old pop princess alpha, who still hires Steve to service her ruts on occasion if she’s in town.

*

Steve loved his job. What he loved even more than that was his beta handler, Robin.

“Hello!” he greeted warmly as she slip into his penthouse suite in the morning with his favorite coffee and muffins.

“Good morning!” Robin greeted back. “How was your night with Sir Kensington the third?”

Steve shrugged. “Boring. I loved the gala, but he just kept going on and on about how his estates had a water drainage problem and it kept flooding the basement. The first time I was sympathetic, the second time I was sincere, all the times after that? I could barely keep my eyes open! And! It strictly social, no sex. I would have tolerated it if there was at least the promise of mediocre sex afterwards.”

Robin winced. “Do you want him on your black list?” she asked, pulling out her tablet.

“Yes, please,” Steve said, pulling on a silk robe and sliding out of bed. “Send the usual black orchids and note.”

Robin nodded, making a note on her tablet. “And what do you want it to say?”

“When you take out a premier escort learn better material then irrigation. It was an irritation. If you want that kind of talk, get a mate for fuck’s sake. Passionately, S. Harrington.”

“Ooh,” Robin said with a grin. “It’s bitchy, succinct, and the most beautiful fuck you imaginable.”

Steve grinned back at her. “Thanks. I do so love to be bitchy. So what’s on my docket this week?”

“So you have a rut servicing with movie star Dillon Forrest starting tomorrow,” she said going through his schedule. “His ruts last three to four days and tends to get hungry right around day two. He hates cereal and protein bars or anything that ‘tastes like dirt’.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “As if that isn’t subjective as hell. And of course he doesn’t like the one thing that is the easiest to eat while literally out of his god damned mind.”

Robin hummed in agreement. “I’d try shakes, toss the protein powder in that.”

Steve nodded. “Make sure he’s house is stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables. Add some steaks or whatever to throw him off the scent. I’ll pack the protein powder in my kit.”

She nodded. “Next, you have the New Yorker charity gala with journalist Nancy Wheeler. She wants you in a tux, so I send in Pedro with your tuxes. Her dress is a metallic gold sequin slip dress with black lining.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I hate it when she wears metallic colors, it makes me looked washed out in comparison.”

“Sometimes I think she does it on purpose,” Robin groused.

Steve sighed. Nancy and he had dated briefly in high school before he presented as an omega and she an alpha. She actually had a mate, but Steve looked better on her arm at galas and charity events. That and her mate, Jonathan didn’t like the attention. He preferred to be behind the camera and not in front of it.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” he said. “Put her on the pre-check list.”

Robin nodded. The pre-check list was a way to give the escorts a chance to decline an offer before it was set in stone. Usually the handler did that, but there were some cases where an alpha would pull shit like what Nancy did it was good for the omega to get a feeling of the event before the contract was set.

“Wear the dark blue jewel tone jacket with the black button up. That will prevent you from looking washed out, it’ll complement the dress and you get to one up your ex.”

Steve grinned. “Thank you, darling!” He leaped up and kissed her cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Also a heads up about the gala,” Robin said. “Tommy’s been tapped to escort talk show host Billy Hargrove.”

Steve flopped on the sofa dramatically. “Argh! Tommy’s going to be insufferable.”

Robin nodded. Tommy and Steve were “rival” escorts (it was mostly in Tommy’s head) who competed for the best clients. A three-time Emmy award winning talk show host was more “prestigious” then a one-time Pulitzer winning investigative reporter. Especially since that reporter was Steve’s ex.

“And with Nancy trying to sabotage my look for the night, he’s going to be gloating the whole time!” Steve continued.

“Well, thankfully you have a handler that thinks of these things before hand,” Robin said, rolling her eyes. “If Tommy gets in your face about it, ask Billy when was the last time he had person of color as a guest.”

Steve sat up on the sofa. “He’s never had, as far as I’m aware.”

Robin shook her head. “He does the ‘pandering’ thing around award season to make sure the Academy doesn’t notice his blatant racism.”

“Oh,” Steve said, his eyes glittering with mischief, “that would be a terrible embarrassment if someone were to bring that up at gala for people in news hosted by a black alpha, wouldn’t?”

Robin grinned. “It would be a damn shame.”

“You really are my platonic soulmate!” He jumped off the couch and flounced off to the bathroom. “Anything else for this week?”

Robin shook her head. “The schedulers were wanting to keep this week a bit thin because of how busy next week will be.”

Steve glared over his shoulder. “Don’t remind me. Two multiples and a rut servicing.”

“At least the first one is just a threesome,” Robin said with a wince. “Two alphas that want a cute little omega to freshen up their sex lives without looking to bond.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, but the other is some manager of a rock band ordering a gang bang for them because their shitty song went gold or platinum or whatever.”

Robin grimaced. “Yeah, that is pretty tacky. What’s worse is that they are all alphas.”

Steve dropped his robe with a heavy sigh. “Who’s the rut for?”

Robin looked through her tablet again. “Oh well that’s something at least. It’s Lonnie Goodwin.”

“That is a relief,” Steve said, shimmying out of his white silk briefs. “Lonnie’s good for a laugh. Do you want me to see if I can get you and Vickie tickets to his next Netflix special?”

Robin lit up. “Hell yes. He’s Vickie’s favorite comedian and her birthday is coming up next month.”

“Done, darling.”

He got into the shower and turned on the water as hot as it would go. He needed to warm up his muscles to be nice and limber. He got out and dressed in exercise clothes to go for a run. He put in his earbuds and turned up his music. He stretched and warmed up before heading out.

Walking out of his apartment building, he waved goodbye the doorman, Keith and set off down the road. He was listening to the band who was requesting the gang bang. Steve knew that the best way to get over an awkward beginning was to talk about things they were interested in.

So as part of his prep leading up to a client Steve liked to go through their social media, if they were famous any interviews they’ve done. Watch any movies or shows they’ve been in. Just really diving deep into their lives so that it was less a transaction and more like a date.

It was why Steve was so sought after, he never made his clients feel shame for hiring him.

Unfortunately that didn’t always go both ways. An escort at its core was still a sex worker and people still had problems with those. Even the ones doing the hiring of said escort.

But that’s why each escort had a handler. A beta that could come in and break up anything that might go wrong. Which is Steve loved Robin. He had seen her take down a raging alpha like it was a Sunday afternoon walk in the park. She looked thin and scrawny, but she was scrappy and tenacious.

When he came back from his run he showered again to get clean and then he slipped into some comfortable clothes to lounge around in. He could have done anything today. The Starcourt management team was intent on making sure their omegas had plenty of time between clients to rest, shop, hang out with their friends.

Starcourt omegas were some of the best kept omegas in the country, and it showed.

Steve would have done those other things if tomorrow wasn’t a rut servicing. They tended to be heavy on the exhausting side. Both physically and emotionally.

Because despite being infertile, they still experienced all the things that fertile omega did. Scenting, bonding, heats all came with being an omega whether you had the capability to have pups or not. There were always going to be times an artificial bond would occur, even with all the blockers they were on.

The bond would fade after a couple of days, but it was still hard on the omega when it happened.

Half way through his binge watching of the latest Netflix K-drama, Pedro came in with the tuxedos. They were blue jewel tones of varying shades and styles.

Once they had decided on a short jacket and necktie combo, his assistant Janica came in with accessories to chose from. Once everything was picked out, they went away again.

He debated going out to eat over making himself dinner. A couple of the omega escorts he knew had a professional chef, Tommy chief among them, but he liked to cook his own meals.

He decided to go out to eat, because he was going to be locked up in a room for the next few days and needed to get out for bit.

He got dressed in his favorite blue jeans, a blank tank top, and white short sleeved button up, that was left unbuttons. He pulled on his Nike’s and grabbed his cell phone and keys.

There was a taxi waiting for him by the time he got to the lobby. He loved his job.

He picked a nice restaurant near his place and sat down for a damn fine hamburger and fries.

At the end of the meal the waiter came up to him.

“Just charge the Starcourt account,” Steve said with a wave of his hand.

The waiter’s eyes went wide and he scrambled to do as he was told.

Steve left a hundred dollar tip on the table and then wandered back to the front of the restaurant where the same taxi took him back to his building. Where he finished the series with a tub of cookie dough ice cream.

****

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So much world building in this. Which is why it takes so long to get to Eddie. But have no fear, none of what I'm putting in the next chapters is fluff. It will all make sense once we get to the Eddie chapters.

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Morning Grumpy Witch - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: The one where moody Emo!Wanda has a bad morning, but luckily, she also has a soft spot saved for her girlfriend. [Requested]

Warnings: None really, all fluff with Avengers being a family and Wanda being a simp. | Words: 1.197k

A/N-> I deviated a little from the original request and ended up writing a shared POV with Reader and Bucky Barnes my precious baby. This is pretty small and sweet as requested.

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It was common knowledge in Avengers Tower that Wanda could be a temperamental person. And so it was best to keep a distance until she regained her temper, especially after things went wrong, like failing Natasha Romanoff's same combat challenge four times in a row. Not that anyone was keeping score.

But Bucky was a recent member of the team, and well, he's trying to be a more considerate person and had no idea that while he was preparing breakfast, Wanda was falling down her ass, again and again, and having to deal with the provocative giggles of two veteran captains and a spy who seemed to take some kind of personal pride in managing to defeat a witch.

And just for this, when the team left the gymnasiums for the kitchen, he greeted them amiably and joined in the loose talk and jokes even if he didn't know exactly what the others were laughing at.

Clint - who had spent the morning reinforcing and repairing his bows - appeared in the kitchen and like the father he was, his first instinct was to ruffle the hair of an already irritated Maximoff, grinning at her grumbling protest as he leaned over to get a cup of coffee.

Bucky didn't do anything wrong. He just wanted to make conversation. The problem was the subject.

"So, Maximoff, everything went well in training? Someone needs to kick Natasha's ass one of these days. I imagine it's easier with your magical advantage." He commented, but Wanda remained silent to the countless giggles that arose from the Avengers present in the gym at the time of the training.

Natasha made an expression of false interest, which hid the teasing. "Yeah, Wanda, tell him how your magic tricks helped you fall flat on your face on the tatami four times?"

The table exploded into giggles, Wanda grunted in irritation and embarrassment, before standing at once with a small breakfast plate in hand. Bucky swallowed dryly when she offered him only an angry glance of red irises before turning away to the kitchen counter.

He leaned a little in Nat's direction. "Was it that bad?" He whispered, and the widow laughed before clarifying:

"She has potential, but she relies too much on magic tricks. She can't get past the first wave of challenges, because she can't charm a training hologram." Nat explains.

The table falls into a brief conversation, and Bucky steals a glance at where Wanda is sitting - and shattering a loaf of bread with more force than necessary.

From the small living room, two figures then emerge to join the meal: the Starks of the Tower. Unlike Tony and his fancy robe, you are dressed casually, and he vaguely remembers you mentioning that you had a meeting at SWORD later.

It is Tony who greets the team first- You follow him, smiling briefly before your gaze circles the room. 

"Where's my little witch...?" You ask distractedly, almost sighing when you see the crestfallen figure in the kitchen. 

"Careful." He warns naturally. "She's kind of moody today."

You chuckle through your nose, turning away without missing an opportunity to steal a sweet bagel from Tony's hand, and ignoring his protest to catch up with your girlfriend at the counter.

Well, Bucky assumes you are a couple at least. He has never asked about it, but it is in the way you look and behave around each other. 

And it's definitely in how you come up behind Wanda, hugging her and completely breaking her pouting expression with kisses all over her neck and face.

The team only pays attention to the display of affection when Wanda breaks into a giggle a minute later, the sound muffled between kisses that you steal from her.

Clint has a fond smile as he comments to the rest of the staff:

"It's nice that they get along so well." 

The Avengers hum in agreement. Natasha is swiping cream cheese on a cracker when she comments to Steve:

"Let's invite Y/N to watch the afternoon practice." She says turning her face to the two figures on the counter. Wanda's stool has been spun by your hands, and despite being all over her, you both have your attention on the table at the mention of your name. Natasha gives a little smile. "It's just that Wanda fights better when she wants to impress her girlfriend. Isn't that right, Maximoff?"

All Nat gets is a raised middle finger that makes the team laugh. You chuckle at the interaction too but lean your face to hide against Wanda's neck, your arms closing around her body and hugging her properly. Wanda ignores the team to hold you back.

"I like this." She whispers, arms tightening and making you hum in agreement against her skin. Still, the position is not ideal because of the height difference between your standing figure and her sitting. Wanda sighs in your ear. "Can we go back to our room? Take a shower together..."

You groan at the amazing idea, kissing her neck before pulling away to look her in the eyes. "I can't, babe. Business meeting" You remind her, mimicking the pout she displays with your response. "Sorry. How about later?"

"Natasha didn't lie, I really do have practice. I like the idea of you watching, though." She replies, and you flash a small lopsided grin.

"Hmm, I also like the idea of watching you sweat..." You tease, managing to make her cheeks acquire a pink color. You kiss her softly before commenting, "It's a date then."

You are kissing her again when Clint hisses in warning, his gaze on the clock on the wall.

"You'll be late if you don't leave now, Stark." He tells you, and begrudgingly, you pull away from Wanda, stealing a few kisses before doing so completely.

"I'm going to borrow your car, Tony. The Silver Bugatti." You declare as you walk past the keychain. Your brother grimaces.

"No way! You have your own cars!" He protests but only receives vague excuses before you rush out of the kitchen - Throwing a kiss in the air to your girlfriend before leaving completely.

Tony spends the rest of the coffee complaining that no one respects their older brothers anymore. Bucky is impressed that five minutes ago, Wanda nearly bewitched him over a question, and now she was having trouble hiding the silly grin on her face.

He got up to drop some dirty mugs in the sink, and ventured, "You two are sweet together. And you seem to really like her, with your puppy dog eyes."

Wanda's expression changed on the spot, the red returning to her irises but also to her cheeks.

"Are you mocking me?" She retorted but looked so adorable at having been caught that he just chuckled, his attention on his mugs.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He merely replied, chuckling to himself as Wanda stormed out of the kitchen the next moment. Stealing a quick glance at Steve across the table, he wonders if it would be a good idea to set up a double date, maybe even invite Maria and Natasha if the widow promises not to torment the witch.

[screechingsandwichtriumph]

Platonic yandere avengers x reader x romantic yandere peter parker

Idek how to begin this so beware unlucky readers

Summary: you are an idol ,you are an avenger. How can they not be slightly a little bit protective of you

Warnings: yandere themes , stalking, obsession, fighting, blood , I think this is it

Also this will include(I'm sorry I didn't exactly do the like main six or whatever) Tony , Steve , Bucky , Clint , Natasha , Wanda , Peter

This is longer than I expected and I kinda don't like it but here it is in its full glory<3

When you joined the team , they blamed their protectiveness over you to your personality

I mean you are so cute and look so innocent , how can they not want to protect you ?

Tony had totally not hacked into every single account that you own / have owned in your life and he absolutely hasn't researcher your dad's Facebook to find childhood pictures of you. And he surely didn't print those out and handed then around in the team. Also expect to be spoilt rotten. Complained once about a stain on your favorite jacket? Have three more of the exact same just in case

Steve claimed to need specifically your help to understand how to operate anything mechanical ad expect to have a lot of movie marathons. He will read you before you sleep even though you are not a child anymore because ' he just liked when he is reading out loud'

Bucky would be the type of person to dig in deep in your life. He wouldn't stalk you specifically. That is tasked to someone else. No . He would stalk Al your friends and all your exes and highschool teachers.ad if he had to he would accidentally make some of them he consider bad influences disappear

Clint along with Natasha are your stalkers

Clint will always be hidden close by in case you need help with something (like , idk someone dead?) and my man could literally enter your home , casually look around a bit , stare at your decorations , and be out without you even realizing he was never there

Natasha on the other hand isn't so subtle. You could easily spot her on the other end of the street wearing sunglasses and staring at you intensely. Once you were in a bookstore admiring some books and stationary that you did not buy and the next day they were at your door with a little note that said ' saw them and they reminded me of you - Natasha ' as if you hadn't seen her looking at you. It isn't even that she is stupid . She just doesn't care

Wanda practically lived at your head at this point knowing things about you , you were barely aware of. Like , what do you mean you can't remember that one time you went snowboarding and fell? What do you mean how she knows that story and that you never told her? Of course you did silly!

Peter now was clearly in live with you and the first to meet you and get obsessed over you. When after some time he went to Tony and told him about his feelings , Tony supported his feelings to the max since this could be beneficial for all of them. Peter would never leave , they trusted him and he could keep you close.

Now you seem like a soft baby that needs protection from everyone ands that's mainly due to the way you present yourself and act. You have the most bubbly soft personality and everyone loves that

Being an idol , and an avenger was a dream come true for you , so when you had a big show and gave to them tickets to come see you they of course came( Tony almost bought all tha tickets so it could be only you but Steve stopped him)

Heating a music so fitting to your aesthetic it was like they fell in love (platonically and romantically for Peter) all over again. You are just so sweet and cute

Then a day came where an attack happened in new York and all of you jumped to action. They had no time to stop you from going to battle or even think about doing it really. The only think they could do was act.

Now , your powers were so incredibly powerful that they never thought you would have to fight face to face with someone. But they were terrible wrong

Once the fight was over they all spotted you on the corner of a building with bloody fists and a small trail of blood staining your pretty pink costume. A fan of yours was there asking you to take a picture . You kindly smiled at the camera revealing a set of bloody teeth.

Your fan seemed super excited at that and almost yelled out in joy. You bid her goodbye and went towards the group of your shocked friends

They all just stared at you in an unusually bloody shape , that somehow seemed fitting (?)

Later on they were shown a video of you with a bunch of people , that you were brutally fighting with . They were all left to shreds when you left your head held high.( Peter was even more into you after that)

Asks are always open<3

[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part Ten)

It’s your first birthday with your new mama, unfortunately it doesn’t go to plan

Word Count: 2.7k

Content: Autistic Meltdown

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“A little to the left” Natasha guided Clint in hanging up yet another banner. “I’ve tied all the balloons up” Maria called as she came into the room. Today was your 7th birthday and Natasha had promised it would be a day to remember. You had never celebrated your birthday having grown up in the red room and with a father who didn’t care, it was something Natasha had been excited about since she adopted you last year. Your day so far had been filled with breakfast in bed, a few presents and now you were at the zoo with auntie Laura and your cousins, Lila and Cooper (and you were very excited that Laura was expecting another baby). You had begged your mama to come with you but she told you she had paper work that needed to be done. Little did you know, Natasha had sent you on a trip in order to decorate your house for a surprise party. After living in the Barton’s barn for a few months, Nat found an adorable cottage in the countryside. You loved your new house, it was perched on a small hill and overlooked fields filled with sheeps and horses. The back garden had a small pond and you’re favourite part of the day was feeding the fish and having Natasha push you super high on the swings. It was the perfect hideaway when the avengers tower got too much, it had been especially crazy since the organisation had formed a few short months ago.

You were currently waiting in line to feed the alpacas, something you had been talking about non stop all day. The line was moving quickly and you could hardly wait “Auntie Laura is it my turn next?” You asked excitedly. “I think so birthday girl, you ready?” Laura asked as she guided you forward, you nodded excitedly as you grabbed your bowl of grass. “Here we go then, lift up some food for them” your auntie leaded you. you smiled widely as one of the alpacas came over to munch on some grass “look Lila!” You cheered as you twisted to see your cousin. In turning your back you accidentally moved the bowl away from the alpaca, making it harder for him to grab some grass. Not thinking anything was wrong, you turned around with your big rosy cheeks and came face to face with an angry alpaca who immediately spat roughly in your face. You screamed loudly as the goo landed on your face “auntie Laura!” You yelled as you dropped the bowl into the pen, distracting the alpacas. “It’s okay sweetie he just got a little angry” Laura said as she lifted you off the small podium you were placed upon. “Get it off me!” You sobbed as your hands began to flap, the first sign that your autism was starting to take over.

Back at home, Natasha was adding the final touches to your decorated house. There were banners on every wall and balloons filled the hallway. Maria was finishing decorating your cake when Clint came running in with his phone held to his ear “Nat, we need to go get y/n” he said breathlessly. Natasha dropped everything as she came to talk to Clint “what’s happened?” She said in a panicked voice, a million thoughts racing behind her eyes. “Some animal spat on her she’s having a meltdown” Clint said as he guided Nat towards the door, the two didn’t waste a second as they climbed into the car and headed to the zoo. “I knew this was a bad idea” Natasha sighed “she’s been so overwhelmed lately I should’ve just suggested the park or something I just wanted today to be special for her” she said in a panicked quickness. “Breathe Nat” Clint said as he placed a comforting hand on his friends shoulder “she’s got her coping mechanisms right?” He asked. “Yeah but she’s never had to use them without me there, she’s never had a meltdown without me, I should’ve gone with her Clint” Natasha mumbled as her eyes filled with tears. “She’ll be okay, she always bounces back, just like her mom” Clint smiled as he consoled Natasha.

Peoples heads were starting to turn at the zoo, some in understanding and some in annoyance. Lila and cooper stood back as they watched their mom try to comfort their dear cousin. Lila still didn’t really understand why you got so upset at what she felt was a tiny problem but Cooper was slowly learning how to help and interact with you. “Where’s mommy!” You cried as you gripped onto Laura’s sweatshirt “she’s on her way y/n okay, deep breaths sweetheart” Laura said. Your knuckles were starting to turn white at the sheer force of your grip, the material being twisted and pulled in between your fingers. Laura had attempted to get you to count to 10, tried the ‘5, 4, 3, 2, 1’ method but so far nothing had calmed you. “Mommy look it’s daddy and auntie Nat!” Lila called as she saw Clint’s car pull into the car park, pointing over with a wide smile. “Y/n hey, look who’s here” Laura cooed, trying to get your focus onto Natasha. The widow came rushing over when she saw your state, pushing past the small crowd of people who had gathered. “Can you give her some space please?” Clint said to all the bystanders. “Y/n baby!” Natasha called as she came over to you, you ran straight into her arms when you heard her voice. “Mama I don’t like it” you sobbed into her arms “I know sweetie it’s ok mommy’s here” Natasha said as she squeezed you with all her might, something she learned early on helped to ground you.

You couldn’t quite remember the actual events that happened next but in your next moment of consciousness you felt the familiar beanbag underneath you and the weight of your blanket was wrapping around you perfectly. You peaked out through your half opened eyes and realised you were at the tower. Your mom had created four calm spaces for you at your most visited locations, your house, Clint’s house, the avengers tower and S.H.I.E.L.D HQ. You opened your eyes fully when you realised it was dim, small lava lamps illuminated the corners of the room just how you liked it. The black out curtains were pulled tightly shut and all the electronics had been unplugged (Natasha spent weeks looking for a battery powered lava lamp). You saw a flash of red hair in the corner of your eyes and were immediately calmed by the presence of your mother. Noticing you were awake, Natasha slowly made her way over to you, sitting close by but far enough away. She began to sign slowly, something Clint was teaching the both of you for when you needed absolute silence. Taking her time to get it right, Natasha signed for ‘voice’ and you nodded slowly letting her know it was okay to talk. “Hi baby” she whispered “is there anything in the room that needs to be adjusted?” She asked. You looked around the room quickly and shook your head no. “Do you want touch right now?” Your mom said, you nodded quickly and reached out for your mom.

Still wrapped up in your weighted blanket, Natasha gently picked you up and sat you on her lap atop the beanbag. She swayed slowly as she held you close, adding the perfect amount of pressure. “You’re not having the best of birthdays are you baby girl?” Natasha said. “No” you mumbled quietly, rubbing your face against the bare skin above Nats t shirt. Your mom pulled her shirt over her head, cooing gently when you whined at the brief loss of contact. You settled again instantly at the feeling of her soft chest. “I think I have something that might make it a bit better, if you want it?” Natasha said as she pulled you close. “What is it?” You asked sceptically looking up at your mom through your eyelashes “well it’s a very special present I got for you” she said as she shifted you in her arms. Now perched comfortably on your mamas knee, you questioned her further on this special present “why is it special?” You asked. “Because it’s more than a present, it’s something mommy has been thinking about getting you for a long time. I think he’s gonna make you really happy” Natasha said. “He?” You asked inquisitively “is it a person mama?” You said. “Not quite, shall we go and find out?” Nat asked. “Yes please” you said as you wrapped your legs your moms waist and held on tight behind her neck.

Natasha made sure you had fully adjusted to the light before she walked down the hall with you on her hip, after pulling her shirt back over her head. She’d given you a fidget toy to help soothe you further, the worst of your meltdown had passed but she wanted to keep you from going backwards into another one. It was a Saturday so the tower was quiet, the avengers floor practically silent, the crew cleaning up after the attack on New York didn’t work weekends either. You passed through the empty halls unfazed and happily stimming with your fidget snake, only when you heard a familiar voice did you look up from your hands. “Hey little spider” Clint said when you smiled wildly at him “are you feeling better?” He asked. You nodded slowly and made grabby hands towards him, wanting to feel the softness of the familiar sweatshirt he was wearing. You settled in his arms until a sharp bark took you by surprise, you covered your ears at the sudden noise but quickly calmed and flashed an inquisitive look at your mom. “What did you hear baby?” Natasha asked you with a wide smile. “A woof woof” you said questioningly “is there a doggy?” You asked as you scrambled out of Clint’s arms to investigate. “Why don’t we go and see where the woof woof came from?” Your mom said as she took a hold of your hand.

You tip toed down the corridor, listening intensely for another sound, particularly a bark. “It’s coming from in here mama!” You beamed as you came to the avengers common room. “Maybe you should go and have a look” Clint said as he pushed down on the handle. Natasha nodded as she encouraged you to enter the room, you walked in slowly to the dimly lit space. Looking up to your right you saw a pink balloon gently flowing around the room. “A balloon mommy” you said as you jogged slowly around the couch. Your eyes went wide when you saw a fluffy grey husky sitting beside the coffee table “a doggy!” You exclaimed as you looked down into the bright blue eyes of the feline “look little spider he has a note with him!” Clint said, pointing towards the folded card on the table. You ran towards it and picked it up to have a look, it read:

‘Hi y/n. My name is Joey. I’m a special doggy to help you with your autism. I am really friendly and will help you need me’

You finished reading and looked back at Natasha “he’s for me mommy?” You asked. “He is” your mom said as she crouched down beside you, calling Joey over to you both “he’s specially trained to look after you when you get overwhelmed” Natasha said as she gently brushed through the dogs hair. You cautiously placed your hand out for Joey to inspect and he wagged his tail excitedly when he sniffed your fingers “he’s funny” you giggled when Joey came up to lick your face, the gentle strokes of his tongue and his soft fur soothing you. “I think he likes you” Natasha said as she released her hold on Joeys collar, she was delighted when he came to sit at your feet and looked up at you with his adoring eyes. “I like him too mommy, can he sleep in my room?” You begged. “Of course, he’s your special doggy y/n, so he can always stay with you. He’ll always be there if you need him, he can tell when you’re upset so he’ll come and help you and he can alert me if you need mamas help” Natasha explained. “Thank you mommy! I love him so much!” You shrieked as you ran into Natasha’s arms.

Nat stood back as she watched you play with Joey, he was so gentle with you that it brought a lump to her throat. Clint wrapped an arm around his best friends shoulder as he watched on too. “I think they’ll be best friends in no time” he said. Clint had spent months helping Natasha research for therapy animals and he’d taken her to all the meetings. Natasha knew as soon as she met Joey that he was the perfect dog for you and after making sure he was fully trained, she couldn’t wait to bring him home. “I’m guessing the party’s off?” Clint asked as he stepped back. Natasha watched you run around happily while Joey chased your balloon. “I think the party’s right here.”

10 years later.

“Sit Joey” you said as you called your husky to your side “good boy” you praised as you slipped him a treat. Natasha came around the side of your truck after securing the last of your boxes. “You’re all set” she said with a slight quiver in her voice. “Mama don’t cry again” you laughed as you pulled the redhead into your arms. “I can’t help it” Natasha said as she took your face into her hands “my grown up baby girl, off to college. Have I told you that I’m so proud of you” Your mom smiled. “Many times mama” you said as you lent your forehead against Natasha’s. Joey whined at the lack of attention and Nat crouched down to stroke him “oh Joey I’m gonna miss you too. The house is gonna be so quiet without you stomping around” she giggled. You took a glance up at your house, remembering all of the memories you never thought you would have. Natasha had made up for every year of love you were deprived of and along the way you found yourself the best family in the world.

Clint and Laura also cried the day you got accepted into Harvard and Tony threw you the biggest going away party, abiding closely by the many rules Natasha had set to make sure you were comfortable. Yelena was gutted that you two wouldn’t be able to take Joey and Fanny for their doggy play dates. After you, your mom and Yelena had taken down the red room, you had gotten so close with your auntie you couldn’t imagine life without her. But she had promised to face time very day, though you knew it would just be to talk to Joey. You never thought you’d be doing this, leaving your family, going to college. There was a time when you thought your life would only ever be spying and killing, but as soon as Natasha came along you knew you’d be okay. She’d been there through it all. Holding you after every nightmare. Being by your side during each meltdown. Comforting you when the PTSD hit in your teenage years. She’d given you the life you never thought you would have.

Opening the door swiftly, you guided Joey up into the truck, making sure his tail was tucked away before closing the car door. “I gotta get going” you frowned. Natasha lifted your chin with her manicured fingers. “Hey, you know I’m always with you, wherever you are. If you need me, you call me and I’ll be there in seconds. It’s time for you to live your life y/n” she said as she gently ran her fingers through your hair. “You’ve already helped me to live my life mommy. I love you so much. You saved me” you cried softly. “Oh baby” Natasha said as she looked into your eyes “we saved each other”

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And that’s it! The end of the WSEO series. Thank you for all the support on this story!🤍

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[starlightstevie]

top gun fic recs

it’s been a while since i made one of these so thought i’d return with a bang! here’s a list of some absolutely incredible top gun fics - thank you to all the writers for sharing you amazing work with the rest of us! i’ll update this list with any new fics i find - happy reading! x

* is smut

*flyboy (series) by @kryptonitejelly summary: jake gets called back to topgun the same time you’ve been granted a sabbatical from work. he invites you, his purely platonic best friend of years, to live with him for 6 months and you accept. just two best friends kicking it back for 6 months in san diego, fightertown usa, right?

*warning: do not engage by @clints-lucky-arrow summary: you hate hangman. really, you do... or so you like to think, until it begins to seem like that distaste might not be as strong as you’d prefer to believe.

*touch me, i’m sick by @ohcaptains summary: it’s always been easy to resist hangman’s charm - until one lonely night, when it becomes the hardest task you’ve ever had to complete.

*coveted facade by @inklore summary: hangman can’t stop running his mouth during sex and gives the cockiest dirty talk known to man and you try to fake hating it but your body says otherwise

*soft by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: hangman discovers he’s not as big and bad as he thinks he is.

the one piece by @siempre-bucky summary: jake had seen you in everything under the sun, but a single black one-piece swimsuit turns him absolutely feral.

*save a jet, ride a pilot by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: hangman is cocky and arrogant and dumb and mean and also kind of a sex god, and you hate him.

*loud and clear by @theonetrueneohero summary: a fated pairing between you and your brother’s best friend.

*do not disturb by @callsign-valley summary: a late night caller comes to your hotel room door.

*please daddy? by @callsign-valley summary: hangman and his utter inability to keep his shit together when called daddy

the joker by @gogobootz1 summary: as the owner of the foremost bakery in fightertown, slight kitchen mishaps aren't uncommon for you. but when you have a big one, can penny and a certain naval aviator help you out?

*all in by @seasonsbloom summary: you make jake’s dreams come true.

*cowboy!jake by @seasonsbloom

*giving jake his birthday present by @seasonsbloom

*i know you want it, do-si-don’tcha by @theharddeck summary: you and hangman walk home in the rain after a night at a dance hall, and warm up back at the airbnb.

kiss in the rain by @hanluev summary: jake is very endearing when he’s half-asleep.

flyboy!jake protecting your head by @kryptonitejelly

*the last word by @sunlightmurdock summary: in which jake can’t let you have the last word.

cookie dough love by @royalmaybank summary: in which jake isn’t shy about his affections for you.

*who’s winning by @katcoquette summary: you run into jake on a night out with friends and decide to make the most out of the unexpected meet-up with another game, and this time, the rules are so simple, you don’t think either of you will be able to cheat.

stood up. picked up. by @lostdreamr-blog1 summary: when you get stood up on your date, a certain pilot is there to pick you up.

the only one for me by @saintlike78 summary: other women just don’t seem to care that you’re jake’s wife or the fact that you’re sitting right next to him whilst they flirt with him. 

sharing a bed with jake for the first time by @kryptonitejelly

*kiss your fingers by @sunderlust​ summary: sometimes the best way to shut you up is to fill your mouth.

*intoxicated by @hederasgarden​ summary: a drunken confession to your best friends leads to more than you expected.

can i buy you a drink? by @kryptonitejelly​ summary: we all know jake is possessive as shit but when he’s out with his girl and he’s like yeah baby get those free drinks.

sun-kissed by @ddejavvu​ summary: jake finds out why you go through a particular scent of candle so fast.

*easy lover by @hellsbarnes​ summary: after sleeping with jake one too many times and getting nowhere, you decide to give up, not knowing how he truly feels.

*veracious by @inklore​ summary: shower sex with hangman.

*fair game by @sunlightmurdock​ summary: bradley has been a shitty boyfriend. his girl isn’t happy. in jake’s eyes, that means she’s fair game.

*warm by @lt-bradshaw​ summary: jake is cool when he wants to be, and warm when you need him to be.

*never knew (that i could fall so hard) by @softspiderling​ summary: you and jake are friends. just friends.

parking spots and matcha lattes by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: in an attempt to get coffee, you meet a grade a asshole whose head you want to rip off. meanwhile, jake seresin is pretty certain he just met his future wife in the parking lot of a coffee shop.​

*so, why do they call you rooster? by @sunlightmurdock summary: sizekinksizekinksizekink

*invisible string by @halfway-happyyy summary: rooster’s about to leave on a mission he doesn’t know if he’ll be back from, and he wants you in every way imaginable.

*you look hot when you cry by @pearliepeach summary: whiny bottom bradley, whiny bottom bradley, whiny bottom bradley

*dog fight by @sunlightmurdock summary: you and rooster had fling during your first time at top gun. it ended with you both swearing you never caught feelings and going zero contact. now, when you’re both called back to top gun, you spend two weeks denying your feelings until they all come rushing to the surface.

*do it right by @bradshaw-fanclub summary: bradley bradshaw’s presence in your life has ruined you for any other man. he’s set your expectations too high; he was raised right and he knows how to treat girls, he’s handsome and goofy and fun and kind, characteristics and qualities you haven’t been able to find in other guys.

*never have i ever by @katebishopsbow summary: a game of never have i ever leads to bradley (as well as everyone) finding out that you are a virgin. the thought of being your first drives him a little crazy, and he can’t wait to ruin your sweet innocence.

*mutual masturbations by @dreamersparacosm summary: mutual masturbation (n): sexual activity in which two individuals stimulate each other's genitals at the same time for the purpose of sexual gratification.

*difficult by @bradshawsbitch summary: when bradley returned from deployment, or a mission, you would still overwhelm him with hugs, kisses and tears (because that you couldn’t quite seem to stop), uttering his name over and over again like a prayer against his warm skin. his name ghosting over his own lips, his cheeks, his neck - grounding him.

*size kink by @lovelybucky1 summary: to say you had a crush on bradley bradshaw would be an understatement. you were head-over-heels, embarrassingly, hopelessly in love with him, and you have been since freshman year.

enchanted by @feralforfrank summary: you're visiting your childhood friend, natasha, when your eye happens to catch a very attractive pilot.

*just the tip by @cherrycola27 summary: you weren't totally sure when you noticed it, but once you had, you couldn't stop noticing it. It's was all you could seem to focus on, the unconscious habit your boyfriend had everytime he was extremely focused.

*cum play by @lovelybucky1​ summary: rooster knows he’s a little bit fucked up. has known since he first discovered porno magazines and had internet access.

*dirty talk by @someplace-darker​ summary: bradley didn’t tell you he was coming home early when you sent him those nudes... that doesn’t seem fair.

wallflower series by @stranger-nightmare one | two | three summary: at another function hosted by the academy, you find bob being his usual wallflower self, sneaking off somewhere to be alone and away from the crow, but this time you decide to keep him company...

*look into your eyes by @constillatedchaos summary: you had been the one to suggest mirror sex, but bob was rolling with it insanely well.

bob + the garter toss at his wedding by @topguncortez

*i like cherry flavored things, not cherries by @pearliepeach summary: bob is highly skilled at using his tongue.

cobalt eyes and sweet smiles by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: in which a certain shy, quiet wso catches your attention one night.

*tonight you belong to me by @withahappyrefrain​ summary: a surprise reunion has you and bob trying for something much earlier than anticipated. not that either one of you is complaining about it.

*it’s always the quiet ones by @princessphilly​ summary: you hadn’t had high hopes as you played wing woman.

*peppermint by @bobbyonboard​ summary: it’s 115 degrees in lemoore and the ac in bob’s truck is busted.

*full of surprises by @withahappyrefrain summary: you learn some surprising things about bob at the end of a date.

*misconceptions by @callsign-valley hangman x reader x rooster: jake discovers a pretty interesting twist in you and rooster’s relationship.

*night drive by @hederasgarden hangman x reader x rooster: your reunion with rooster gets interrupted by hangman.

*final girl by @clints-lucky-arrow​ hangman x reader x rooster: house-sitting in your aunt’s creepy mansion was unnerving at the best of times. it’s a good thing that you’re never scared—right?or: sometimes, your boyfriends’ antics are deliciously exasperating.”  

[imdoingsortagay]

request for valentines day celebration!! prompt 4, 6 and 12 with emo!wanda x reader. where wanda is trying to hint (kinda new avenger) reader that she’s likes them 🤭🤭 fluffy emo!wanda is my fave

The secret admirer

warnings: fluff , mention of some avengers, stucky ( being gay for a bit)

a/n: mwah enjoy <3

“ Looks like someone got some new things from their secret admirer,” Natasha says as she walks into the kitchen, met with the view of some of the prettiest bouquets of flowers accompanies by a fresh plate of french toast. 

“ Roses are red, violets are blue, I know I can't rhyme, but I want to date you,” you read aloud to her, smiling a bit at the cheesy pickup line the person left for you. 

In the past couple of weeks, someone in the compound had been leaving things for you, planning it when you least expect it and you haven’t been able to figure it out. 

“ There are flowers in the front of your door y/n” 

“Who from?” you ask her, reading some papers from a meeting.

“I think that you have a secret admirer.” Natasha taunts as she brings the flowers to your room, confused as to why someone would leave flowers. Being past widows, neither of you were even aware that people did this but you took the flowers in your room for a pop of color.

“ Are you sure that you didn’t send these Natty? I promise to let you down easy if you do” you jokingly tell her.

“ Oh sweet y/n,” Natasha starts off,” I think we’ve established that the only chance that I’d consider to date you is if you were the only other person on earth”. 

“ Ouch Romanoff, my heart,” you dramatically say. Both of you had been good friends, meeting each other in the red room, escaping together, and now in a team together protecting the planet from any sort of threats. All this time together meant that you only saw her as a best friend which both of you were fine with as Natasha had her eyes set on a certain agent at shield.

“ You are you dumb y/n-” 

“ Calling me dumb Natty? Says the one who-” 

“ Hello to both of you,” Wanda says as she walks into the kitchen, looking at the bouquet of flowers on the counter while she witnesses both of her teammates bicker like children. 

The younger brunette tries her best to hide her smile as you observe the flowers. 

What you didn’t know was that Wanda had been the one who was leaving you all of these messages, too shy to admit the feelings that she had for you with a fear of being rejected. A quick google search leads to her leaving presents in your room, and kitchen but you seem to struggle that it’s her. Wanda even left a bit of clue that might help but even those don’t seem to help.

“ So who got the cute flowers?” Wanda curiously asks, looking at the amazing job the florist did with choosing flowers related to love. The roses and tulips bring life to the boring kitchen. 

Natasha out of boredom decides the moment to be quiet to look at the conversation between you too. In her own little investigation, everyone on the team besides Wanda and Sam were the two people left as to who the fuck was sending you all of these things. She assumed at first, Tony would do something like this because he has money to spend for days and he denied it. Bruce only saw you as a friend, Clint has a whole family with kids that he’s very happy to deal with, and Bucky has something going on with Steve that she’ll have to investigate another time while sweet Thot’s heart seemed to belong to Jane foster. 

Wanda seemed to forget that Natasha was in the kitchen with you too as she giggles at the little jokes you throw into the conversation, failing badly at trying to hide the crush but can you blame her if she doesn’t have any sort of experience with it? 

“ y/n you are too funny,” Wanda says placing her hand on your shoulder, wondering if the article on dating is doing the trick to woo you,” always making me laugh”. All Natasha can do is cringe, feeling bad for the younger redhead with her very terrible attempt at flirting. A couple more attempts at flirting, some jokes made by Wanda, and more awkwardness before you leave the kitchen to make your way to train with Clint. Wanda was about to leave as well to try to get the next set of items ready when she was stopped by her teammates who was smiling like crazy, holding in her laughter.

Now all the cheesy sticky notes left for you make sense now.

“ Natasha,” she starts off. 

“ Witchy that was some of the worst flirting I’ve ever seen-” Natasha says before laughing.

“ It’s not that bad Nat, have you seen whatever the fuck Bucky and Steve have been doing?” She asks, a little embarrassed that even the black widow knows about her crush on you. 

“ I did not expect you out of all people to send my y/n those gifts, the only thing that confirmed it was the flirting. Also those pickup lines are so cheesy where did you even get them?”. 

“ not the point,” Wanda tells her before trying to look in the fridge for food but the mighty black widow stops her. Though Wanda can use her powers to just move her, it’s too early to be doing that and she’d have to be lectured by Stark about the use of her powers to mess with people. 

“ It’s been a couple of weeks now Wanda, so when do you plan on telling y/n about your feelings before I don’t know, they just get tired of all the gifts?” Natasha asks the younger woman. They might not be as close but she would hate to see the young woman heartbroken after all of the things that she’s experienced in life so far. At that moment she decided it would be a good idea to help her out with stuff like this.

“ Would you help me out, Natasha? I know that we aren’t close but you know y/n better than anyone and I just want to make this as perfect as possible, like I know that it’s alot to ask so take all of the -” 

“ I’ll help you out witchy with your crush and reveal,” Natasha says which elicited a smile from Wanda. Using what she learned from Sam and Bucky, Wanda holds out her hand to give the older woman in front of her a fist bump instead of a hug but she is relieved when Natasha fistbumps her. 

“ One more week and I’ll make sure y/n will know about your crush,” Natasha ensure her teammate before they head to her room to make up a plan. 

After two hours of romantic plans, Clint joined in and with so many questions that Wanda asked, the plan was finally formed and Wanda could not wait for it to happen.

A week full of busy meetings, training with the senior avengers, Wanda catching Steve and Bucky going at it in the supply closet on accident ( poor girlie ) leads to the both of you spending the weekend at one of Tony’s many cabins near the compound.

As much as Wanda wanted to tell you about her feelings at the compound, she wanted to make sure that it wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone coming in or their pets.

“ So tony just let us borrow it for the weekend?” You ask while you drive together to the cabin.

While you are confused, you are are very happy to take a break from your Avengers stuff, always happy to spend time with the brunette woman. Being earth’s mightiest hero’s left for no free time but when there was some, you’d always take it to spend time with Wanda.

“ something about needing us to bond more since we’re the only two who haven’t spend time alone,” Wanda lies to you , while everyone in the team very much is aware your super close to each other.

“ weird ,” you comment as you pull up into the drive way, always amazed at the size of these cabins and question why the man always needs to go big. Wanda gets her stuff and quickly heads in first before you do, happy to be greeted with a array of desserts, all of them your favorite ones and one last note with a quote that you had said to Wanda when you first met.

“ Wanda maximoff,” she tells herself, “ you are a very pretty girl, you got this, pietro would tell you that you got this.”

You walk into the cabin a couple of minutes after to see Wanda standing in the kitchen next to an array of desserts, getting hungry at the sight of them.

“ WANDA HOW DID YOU DO ALL THIS ?” You say in an excited tone.

“ I wanted to talk about the admirer of yours actually,” she starts off while you sit down at the table along with her.

“ oh that ? Yeah I don’t think it’s Natasha but she’s been spending a lot of time with you , why ?” You casually ask her.

“ well it’s because -“

“ cause she’s only done this once with Bruce and while I know you wouldn’t hurt a single fly, I will throw you out side of a window if you-

“ i dont like Natasha , i like you" she interrupts your ramble before there’s silence between the two of you, the young woman in front of you mad that she didn’t get to do her plan.

“ me ?”

“ you’re so hot your hurting my feeling that I can’t deal, “ she says to you , while you chuckle at the choice of lyrics she uses. Wanda decides to take this opportunity to go towards you , life you of out of your chair to kiss you.

Not the way that she would of imagined it but it’s a memory she’ll cherish forever

[sillyfoxlady]

PAC Reading

What Does Dragon Spirit Want You To Know?

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Pile 1 Pile 2

Pile 3

Pile 4 Pile 5

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Pile 1

Emperor ☆ Chariot ☆ Ace/Wands

Guidance • Akasha • Sharing

This energy is powerful. You are sitting in Emperor energy with the Chariot as the follow up. You are following a new beginning and gaining fast momentum.

You are being invited to call for guidance on your situation. In seeking out the dragon spirit you will be given all that you need to succeed.

You are giving Clint Eastwood vibes, honestly. Calm, collected and fucking powerful. You are incredible and you guides are with you, wanting to give you specific advice. Look for dragons and crystals to channel messages.

Pile 2

Justice ☆ Hanged Man ☆ Empress

Inner Temple • Boundaries • Crossroads

This is some playful trickster joker energy right here. You are feeling stuck in a situation in which you are seeking justice. And it seems as if Justic will come to liberate you, but you must be patient. Sit in your Empress energy and wait for justice to be served.

However, you are being invited to do some spiritual cleansing. Evaluate your boundaries with others and how can avoid situations like this again. You must make a choice to hold firm and not allow anyone to treat you with anything less than the dignity you deserve.

I see nothing negative here. It's just some fine tuning to adjust course because you deserve better! You are lovely, and I'm rooting for you!

Pile 3

Strength ☆ 6/Swords ☆ 4/Pentacles

Alignment • Take a Break • Family

I'm seeing a lot of gentle strength in this pile. You are going through it, trying to get out of a bad situation, but you can't see any way to do it all with what you have. This energy is heavy and needs to be released.

You are being invited to rest and spend time with your family. Take a break, and get back into alignment.

Make sure to spend one quality time with yourself and do some self care. You are powerful and worthy of all the good things. I don't see any negative scenarios presenting themselves further. Just take a breath and recharge.

Pile 4

Star ☆ 10/Cups ☆ Lovers

Creator • Past • Creativity (reversed)

OK, so in this pile we have hopeful and contented energy and I'm loving it. You have good chemistry with your partner or you will meet someone new.

However you are being called to stop clinging to the past and to look forward to all of the amazing opportunities that are presenting themselves to you.

Channel your energies and messages through the flow state because you are currently blocked creatively. Get back in there and make something fabulous!

Pile 5

Empress ☆ Queen/Swords ☆ Hierophant

Play • Warrior Woman • Divine Plan

You guys have some emaculate energy. You are sitting in righteous and playful power. You are a warrior and it is beautiful! You do not play and won't hesitate to protect your own.

You are being invited to play like you did when you were young. You probably played as a warrior or a jedi or fighter of some kind. Find a way to channel that energy into your adult life and more success is guaranteed to follow you.

You are being divinely guided by your dragon spirit, so do not hesitate to ask for guidance or assistance.

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[reigningqueenofwords]

Hulk Loves

Word count: 1,109 Request: @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. Can I request a bruce x reader where reader gets hurt during a mission and hulk takes her to the quinjet and lets bruce take control to fix her up.? Please? 😁

Read on AO3

While you had been going on missions with the Avengers for the past few years, it was like the first time every time. The adrenaline always skyrocketed, a feeling you enjoyed. Your parents called you their own little ‘Dare Devil’. “You good?” You glanced to the side, seeing Bruce. Smiling when he gave you the same look that he always did when you asked, you chuckled. 

“Let’s just hope this is quick.” He told you, going back to mentally preparing himself for the Hulk to take over. That was something no one enjoyed. While you did not fear the Hulk, you saw the toll it took on Bruce. You’d always be there for him, too. You loved him, a lot, but he kept you at an arm’s length most of the time. While he was always angry, he was almost always scared, as well. A little fact that he’d confided in you about a year ago. The team members were his family, and he was terrified of hurting one of them. A valid concern, but him being so aware had to have some effect on the Hulk, right? The Hulk was an extension of Bruce, not an entirely different being. 

You touched his forearm gently. “It’ll work out.” You assured him. Your voice was soft, and a moment later, your hand was moved, back to your own space. 

Everyone knew how you and Bruce felt about each other, and they knew that it would take a shove for either of you to act on it. Bruce kept to himself in that manner, and you would respect his wishes no matter how you felt towards him. They felt you both deserved to be happy, but had no idea how to help the two of you together. “Last gear check, guys. We’re about to land.” Steve announced, double checking his own gear. Not that he hadn’t been since the Quinjet took off. 

Aiming your gun, you shot a guy a few feet in front of you. The fight had started minutes ago, but already seemed to have gone on for ages. Only because of the amount of people involved. The more people fighting, the longer it seemed to stretch on. You didn’t understand it, but you chose to push the thoughts from your mind. 

Clint was off to your right, up about 7 stories, on the top of a nearby building, helping you weed out the area. You wanted a semi-safe place for the civilians to run to. You were hoping that would be the building behind you. Just until everything was clear, and they could get home to their families. 

“Y/N!” Nat yelled. “Kid. Nine o’clock.” She told you as she took out another guy with her legs. 

Whipping your head, you saw a little boy who was maybe 6. He was holding a teddy bear tight, crying. “Shit.” You whispered, running as fast as you could. You were the closest one to him at the moment. You reached him, and barely stopped moving, lifting him into your arms. Feeling him shake killed you. “I’m gonna get you somewhere safe, and then find your mom, okay?” You told him, your eyes scanning the area. Finding a spot that didn’t seem to be as bad, you rushed towards it. You set him down and tried to comfort him. “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” You asked gently. 

He sniffed. “I’m Jake.” He told you. “I’m with my daddy! My mommy is sick, so we wanted a present to make her feel better.” He cried, looking around. When his eyes went wide, you went to look at what got his attention, just to be slammed to the side. “Y/N!” He cried, shaking.

Bruce had Hulked out soon after arriving, smashing every bad guy that came near him. His head whipped towards the little voice crying out your name to see you being pinned by someone. Letting out a roar, he was to you in a leap. “Hulk help.” He growled, lifting the offending man with ease. In one swift motion, the man was thrown into a building. 

You groaned, coughing up a bit of blood, your hand going to your side. You’d been stabbed in those short moments between being tackled, and Hulk rescuing you. “You okay?” You asked the kid, hoping he didn’t get hurt. He simply nodded, making you give him a half smile. 

“Jake!” Came a man’s voice as Hulk gently lifted you into his large arms. 

“Daddy!” Jake screamed, rushing to the man. His little arms wrapped around his father’s neck, clinging to him. 

Once you were sure Jake was safe, you allowed yourself to relax against Hulk’s chest, your eyes closing. The others remained fighting as you were rushed to the Quinjet, and placed on a bed. Opening your eyes, you saw Hulk’s jaw twitch. “Thank you.” You said softly. He smiled in return before you watched him slowly turn back into Bruce. 

“He’s never given me up that easily before.” He mused. “The big guy likes to be in charge.” Bruce told you as he started rushing around to make sure that you were taken care of. “He’s worried about you. So am I.” He cut the side of your suit, slightly paling at the sight of your wound. 

You closed your eyes as he worked, trying to ignore the pain. 

Once the fighting died down, the others met up. “Where’s Y/N?” Steve asked, sounding worried as they looked around. Was she under some rubble? Was she badly injured somewhere? 

“Hulk carried her off.” Clint told him, having the best view from where he was. “She helped some kid, got hurt, and Hulk swept her away.” He shrugged. “My guess? She’s being cuddled by the giant green man, because the science side of him won’t fess up.” 

“Let’s go check.” Tony nodded, still worried about you either way. 

“You wake her up and I’ll let the other guy take care of you.” Bruce hissed at them as they entered the room you were set up in. “She got stabbed, and I had to do a quick patch job. She’s sedated, but we need to get her to a hospital. She was coughing up blood.” He explained, swallowing and looking over at you. 

“You’re not the Hulk.” Tony muttered, making Bruce raise an eyebrow at you. “What? We thought we’d find her cuddling him.” He said simply. 

Bruce shook his head. “As soon as her eyes opened when we were here, he gave me back control.” He explained. “I didn’t think he could worry.” He admitted. “Seems there’s more to the Hulk than anger.” 

[imaginedreamwrite]

Not a request for your picture drop but could I request a little drabble on soulmates? Someone on my timeline reblogged a lot of soulmate fics today and I'm hooked again.

Maybe for Steve or Bucky?

It was the moment the door opened and they’d been cast into the decked out theme, that made them question whether or not they actually wanted to be here. It was the moment the smell of freshly made popcorn hit their noses followed by the shrieks and laughter of kids running as best as they could, that made them wonder if being roped into Stark’s charity event was as accidental as he claimed.

Neither Steve nor Bucky was opposed to being present at these charity events, neither one of them would truly negate the chance to give back however it was working closely with whatever whims Tony Stark had for them that was anxiety inducing.

All he had told the two super soldiers was to arrive exactly at 2pm and show up in their uniforms with their personas on full display. With the two men closely aligned, as being each others soulmates and just missing one third of themselves, they could detect more than most who were without any indicators of who their other half was.

“Its captain America!” A little boy with an oxygen tank being wheeled behind him had scooted toward Steve, and in a single bound had made all hesitations dissipate from the soldiers body.

“Sick kids hospital, didn’t Tony tell you?” Clint had slipped past the two, watching them as they were getting nearly bombarded with kids. “They’re raising money for new beds, new monsters, a new intensive care unit-”

“And the Winter Soldier!” Bucky was tugged forward, caught off balance and nearly stumbled flat on his face as a little girl reached for his arm in wonderment.

“Still wanna leave, punk?” Bucky teased Steve, looking back at one half of his soulmate with questioning gaze that centred entirely on Steve’s daze. “Steve? Ya alright, pal?”

Steve had felt the cusps of full colour slowly radiating into his field of vision, the hues of faint light hitting him with the all too real sense that he was in the same room as their missing piece. The kids around him were eager for attention and he was not one who wanted to disappoint them however he was held captive by a woman talking with Clint.

“Bucky-” Steve spoke his name, his throat and voice cracking as an air of suspense whipped around him and his world became brighter and more Saturday’s.

“Captain America! Captain America!” Kids scrambled to gain his attention as the world around him shifted into a new direction and dimension.

“Holy shit-!” Bucky cursed, coming to stand straight and tall, his eyes likely also becoming overwhelmed with colours that had never yet been see .

“THE WINTER SOLDIER SAID A BAD WORD!” The kids around them chortled, cackling and screaming in glee as Steve and Bucky were completely enraptured by a woman on the other side of the room.

Coney Island indoors, a fair inside for kids who may never have the chance to go. It was a fair to raise money for sick kids, and it was a cause Steve could get fully behind. He was a sickly child once, he was a child who could’ve died any number of times over and over again.

It was a Coney Island theme filled with colours and sensations, and yet all he could focus on was the missing part of himself and Bucky.

“Colours-”

“I never knew the world could be so gorgeous.” Steve inhaled and exhaled slowly, his eyes fixated toward their soulmate who was as equally shocked and in awe.

Steve’s smile was slow to rise, and he had awkwardly raised his hand to wave twice, back and forth to somehow acknowledge their soulmate.

Bucky had watched Steve, eyebrows furrowed and a soft chuckle threatening to spill from his lips. He was equally endeared by Steve’s continued awkwardness and embarrassed.

“It’s her.” Steve mumbled under his breath, falling back into his task at hand when he crouched and started interacting with the kids surrounding him.

He had only ever raised his head when two additional people joined their little space, and then Steve locked onto a gorgeous pair of eyes that stole his breath and his heart.

“Steve,” Clint addressed Steve and Bucky before introducing his friend, his fingers poignantly moving, “this is Y/N, a volunteer for the sick kids hospital. Y/N this is Steve & Bucky.”

Bucky stood from where he was crouching and inhaled sharply, just as captivated as Steve was.

“I lost my hearing when I was 16,” you used sign language to communicate along with your verbal explanation, fingers forming each word despite them not knowing ASL, “I had meningitis. I recovered but…”

You tapped your left and right ear and then shook your hand to signify your ability to only partially hear. It was a message that was received with the weight of the two soldiers finding out you were theirs, another layer to the life-altering news of the day.

“I can talk and I use sign language but-”

“Bucky,” Steve drew his hand between Bucky and himself, “Steve-”

“I think she knows, pal.” Bucky nudged Steve, attempting to save him from further embarrassment, only to falter himself when the sound of your laughter rang in their ears.

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

baking contest w/ the avengers!!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

original request: OMG CAN U PLS DO THE AVENGERS IF THEY HAD LIKE A COOKING OR BAKING CONTEST?

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: reader, scott lang, nick fury, clint barton, harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, tony stark, pietro maximoff etc

a/n: HECK YEAH I CAN!!!! i loved this idea sm i was so excited to get this request :D i'm getting back into writing so sorry if it's a lil bad lol. also guys i'm gonna open requests again so feel free to submit!! i have a lot of muse for spiderverse stuff atm hehe so i may post again today!! tysm, hope u enjoy!!!

taglist: @shefollowedthestars @thecloudedmind @ayohitmanddaeng

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so there’s this thing that the avengers do

in order to do team bonding

they’ll assign partners in the beginning of the year

& each month, a new set of partners will choose something to do

and it’s always super fun

like that’s how u ended up at the trampoline park last month

& how scott ended up with a broken arm rip king

so this month had to be something a little less dangerous

kinda funny when u think about it like it’s literally the avengers they’re in dangerous situations all the time

and while you wanted to do something different, certain ~forces~ kept preventing that

like y’all were watching a movie a couple weeks ago

and fury came on the screen 

how he could hack into it idk hes nick fury dude he can do anything

but he just looked at the camera and said “no more dumbass trampoline parks”

HAH

so yeah it had to be something tame 

anyway so this month was you and scott!!!!

best duo ever!!!!!!

so you had to plan what to do

& scott refused to go skydiving bc that was your first choice

smh scott it would be so fun!!!!

his arm was still broken & he said that was why he wouldn’t go but like…. scott we know ur a scaredy-cat

anyway you were trying to decide when suddenly he was like

“y/n!!!! i totally forgot! the great british baking show just premiered and i promised clint we could watch it together!”

and that gave you an idea

scott LOVED it

but y’all needed a couple things before 

first of all, u needed baking supplies

when i say baking supplies i mean BAKING SUPPLIES

there’s like a thousand avengers at this point bruh :’)

scott almost got one of those instacart orders for it but u hated the thought of an instacart person getting ur crazy order

so it was store time :D 

let’s just say tony’s credit card was used very well that day 😛

then it was time to pick teams

not everyone had to participate

wanda said she wanted in

so pietro joined too which was slightly concerning

the man literally burnt a bowl of cereal once

and ur probably thinking “how—”

EXACTLY

only you and harley saw it and honestly it rendered u both speechless

tony joined too

but you and scott made sure he knew that there could be NO robots 

vision asked to be a judge

scott said “vis, we really appreciate that but… uh… don’t you like not eat?”

“ah! you are correct, scott. i do not consume food in the traditional way. however, given my vast knowledge & global database, i do believe that i would be a very good judge of presentation and overall ingredient chemistry.”

“alright, you do that buddy!”

also off topic but why do i just know that tony would give vision the nickname “chat gpt”

 sorry i had to get that out ANYWAYY

you got a few more people to participate 

sam and bucky wanted to be a team, and harley peter & miles wanted to be a team too

yknow what that was fine by you

so the day came.

you had turned one of the empty conference rooms into a crazy kitchen setup

thx party city for the confetti & balloons!!! ;)

in came your loyal hosts, scott & clint

(clint begged you and scott to let him host, he kept using a british accent until you said yes & just trust me it was good that he finally stopped)

you, natasha, and vision were the taste & presentation judges

you surveyed scott’s & your work, pretty proud of how it turned out

“ALRIGHTY THEN, READY, SET, OFF THE BLIMEY!!”

vision shot you a quizzical look, but you just shook your head.

scott & clint rly were a…. hosting duo

yep, the most… hosting duo of all time

the hostiest hosters to ever host

omg the funniest thing was that they kept eating the cookie dough from harley peter & miles’ station

they literally had to push them away

peter & miles webbed their hands shut HAHA

everyone else seemed to be doing pretty well though

aside from their usual arguing, bucky & sam seemed to actually be making something good

wanda was perfect as per usual

and pietro was zipping around the kitchen, causing tony’s flour to rise up in his face

steve came over, blowing a whistle and pointed at pietro

you and scott had enlisted him to be the referee

yes, cooking shows don’t normally have referees, but think abt the ppl we’re dealing with here 😀

anyways finally time was up!!!

but you and scott still had a trick up your sleeves.

“and now presenting our special guest judge… GIVE IT UP FOR NICK FURY!!”

yes that’s right, he had said yes to this

after you promised to finish a mission report for him

and bought him some new eyepatches

which was why he was wearing a navy blue one complete with rhinestones

pietro was up first, and he placed four slices of chocolate cake in front of all the judges.

“i gotta say p, this actually looks really good!” you spoke, and he beamed.

natasha didn’t look so sure

“as y/n says, it does look alright on the outside. however, it does seem like there’s some sort of… strange ingredient in the chemical makeup… i am going to analyze for a moment.” said vision

“aw, let’s just eat the damn thing already!” fury spoke, and so you all did.

“mm, it’s good!!” you said, and natasha nodded in agreement.

but did not have the same reaction. 

he had stopped chewing, and his eye had narrowed. he was giving pietro a death stare.

“uhm… fury? what is … jolly wrong with you?” scott asked, his british accent wavering.

“yeah… guv’nr?” said clint.

“who the hell puts hot sauce in a damn chocolate cake. you better start runnin’ maximoff, because i’m comin’ for you!!” fury spoke, getting progressively louder.

“that one was supposed to be for y/n- i mean vision! yeah! oops. um…” pietro spoke, before disappearing from the room in a quick streak.

after that, fury left. 

and that's why now cooking/baking competitions are banned on the premises of SHIELD!!

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[doudouneverte]

Drama Red

a/n: okay it's my first songfic, honestly it was cool and I plan to do a second but it's really hard to translate lyrics and try to keep some sense so sorry...

*not my GIF*

Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Summary: Natasha has only one question to ask you but before she thought about your life with her.

Type: Fluff

Warning: me being really bad for a first time like always

word count: 3298

Here is a link to the orignal song if you want (warning it's a french song)

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Natasha was sitting on your bed; she was looking at you while you finished your make-up. Today was Yelena's birthday, and Melina decided to do something special (just a party with the people she knows). A song was playing in the background, and she let herself get lost in her mind when she listened to the lyrics.

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To find the love now, it's the grail.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little bit of drama red on your lips

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"Hey Nat, did you hear me?" You asked, and she came out of her trance just to look at you.

"Excuse me. What did you say?" She asked shyly, and you smiled at her.

"Do you think this lipstick is good?" you asked again, and she nodded. Nat brought you this just two days prior because it reminded her of you. "Are you sure because I don't want to look bad in front of your mom?"

"Oh come on, you know she loves you, maybe even more than me." She joked, and you kissed her before grabbing your purse and your present for her sister and leaving the house.

In the car, Natasha was playing the same song, and while you drove, she was focused on two things: you and how this song reminded her of you two.

~~

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

The wedding is to please the motha.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

~~

Your relationship was not always so beautiful. When you met her, it was when Fury asked you to team up with her and Clint a few months after she joined the SHIELD. Even if the idea of pairing you with another young, talented agent was rather good to him, you and Natasha didn't match at first. She didn't want to make new friends, and you weren't strong enough to deal with her stubbornness.

It was like that until one mission. This mission was simple: infiltrate a base, steal some information, and come back to the headquarters. See? Pretty simple. But something happened, and you had to fight—just you two against an army of dangerous men, all armed and ready to kill you.

"Oh, super plan Y/n; now I hope you're ready to die." the Russian said, and you rolled your eyes.

"How should I've known there were so many guys?" you asked, and she felt more angrier.

"Maybe because we're in enmity territorial, тупица (dumbass)." the redhead replied, visibly angry.

"Oh, don't use the Russian card with me, Romanova."

"Don't call me like that."

"And don't call me dumbass."

"You understood?"

"Oh, come on, I'm an agent; I need to speak a lot of languages." you replied, and suddenly you noticed something. "Do you hear this?" you asked, and she looked confused.

"I don't hear anything," she replied.

"That's the point." you said and stood up from your hiding spot to look around "Where are they?" you asked to no one in particular.

"Y/n!" Natasha called you, and you immediately looked at her. "Look." she instructed, and you followed her finger to find a timer.

"What's sons of the b*tches. They had a bomb." you said quitely, and Natasha giggled. It was definitely not the reaction she expected. "Okay, I'll call Fury. And you, try to find a way to escape." you said.

"You're not the boss of me." she replied, and you groaned.

"It's really not the time for this Romanoff!" you yelled, and she flinched a little. "Sorry, but you need to hurry." you said, and she left. You took a moment to regroup and reorganize your mind. "Fury, we have a problem." you said through the communications.

"What is this agent Y/l/n?" he asked.

"There is a bomb, in front of me, ready to explode. I think I can stop it, but if I don't, I need you to come and bring back agent Romanoff." you announced and thought for a moment.

"I can send a group of men there, but agent Y/l/n, do me a favor." he said

"What?"

"Don't force me to inform your family that you didn't make it."

"Oh, come on, Fury, we both know you'll not have to do it." you replied, and he chuckled.

"Oh, so how much time?" he asked.

"Three minutes." you replied.

"It will be close, but they should be there in time. Good luck, Y/n." he said and ended the call.

Outside of the base, Natasha was anxious; she heard your conversation with Fury, and she couldn't stop thinking that maybe she should have stayed.

She wanted to come back for you when she heard the quinjet and an agent come out, and before he could say anything, the floor where she let you; explode. The two agents were both shocked, but fortunately for Fury, you found a way out of the chaos.

"What was that?" the agent said, and you didn't reply first to catch your breath.

"I didn't find a way to stop the bomb, so I did the most obvious thing." you said, and they both looked at you, expecting something more. "I made it explode a little earlier." you explained, and Natasha slammed your shoulder.

"You could have died." she said, and you could hear worry in her voice for the first time since you met her.

"You're welcome, agent Romanoff." You joked, and the agent rolled his eyes.

"Fury will not be happy." he said, and you made a weird face but didn't say anything. When you were back in the HQ, you couldn't stop yourself from tease Natasha, and to your own surprise, you earned the right to call her Natasha.

~~

The time repair but look around us how the people are drifting apart

I have to change of my watch, to change of world

Look around us how the people are wrong

~~

At her parent's house, you quickly made your way to the kitchen, where the star of the day was with her mom. "Happy Birthday, sister-in-law!" You greeted her, and she rolled her eyes. She really liked it when you called her that; she liked you, and honestly, you should already be her sister-in-law since a while if her sister was not so….Nat.

After you hugged the blonde, you walked immediately to Melina, who opened her arms wide for you. "How was the drive?" she asked.

"Pretty tiring, but we're finally here. You really should start to think about moving near us." you said, and she laughed

"Okay, I'll think about it for the next time, but right now, I think someone wants to see you." She pointed to the living room where Wanda was.You let out a little sigh and made your way into the room while Natasha stayed behind with the two women.

"Hey Wands, why this long face again?" You asked, sitting beside her, and she sighed.

"It's Vision," she confessed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Again?" you asked dramatically, and she let out a little chuckle. "What did he do this time?"

"Nothing." she replied, and you frowned your eyebrows.

"And where is the problem?" you asked, completely confused.

"I mean, maybe I was too harsh with him. Perhaps I should let him explain before I decide to end this." she said, and you nodded.

Vision and her recently broke up, and being the good friend you are, you tried your best to help her not regret what she did, but apparently it didn't work.

"You want to give him a second chance?" you asked, and even if you were furious with the fact that he made her cry, if she wanted to forgive him, who were you to say no?

~~

I need rational love; I need to learn how to trust the human race.

I need to be sure that I am the problem.

I need to be sure that you are the cure.

~~

"So?" Yelena asked, and her sister looked at her confused. "How's going with you and Y/n?"

"What do you mean?" The Natasha replied.

"Did you propose to her or not?" Melina said, and her eldest daughter sighed.

"Oh, come on, we already talked about it. I don't know if we're ready?"

"What do you mean? You're dating since five years now. I think you're ready." Yelena said, and her mom nodded to agree.

"Okay. But maybe I'm not ready." The redhead announced.

"You fought aliens together, and you think you're not ready?" The blonde asked, but her sister didn't have time to reply before Thor came to greet the young widow. The redhead used this distraction to leave this conversation.

~~

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, 'bout us, 'bout us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

~~

Natasha made her way to the living room where you were, and she heard you talk with Wanda and Kate, who joined you a few seconds prior.

"Wait, a cat?" The archer said, and you nodded.

"Yeah, Natasha said she wants a cat. So I thought we could adopt one together, but for now she doesn't know, so don't ruin my surprise." You warned Kate, and she nodded quietly.

~~

To find the love now, it's the grail.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

~~

Natasha didn't make her presence known for a moment. She just stayed here and looked at you while you talked and laughed with Kate and Wanda. Unfortunately for her, Melina came and stayed beside her.

~~

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

The wedding is to please the motha.

The wedding is to please the motha.

~~

"I know it looks like I want to control your life, but I think you really need to ask her." Melina said, and Natasha looked at her.

"What do you—" "Hey Nat, come here." The young archer exclaimed, and your girlfriend took a last look at her mom before she came and sat beside you.

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me

~~

When she sat, you placed your hand on her tight and she placed her hand in yours. She really wanted it, but she had to wait for the right moment. At least that's what she said to herself.

~~

On all the streets of the city, we wandered.

Even if we don't marry, we will be happy.

You know I'm not the type to be engaged.

You know I'm more the type to be bored.

~~

Natasha was playing with your hand while you were talking, and she unconsciously focused her gaze on your fingers. She couldn't help but think about this day one week ago, when you were doing shopping. You spotted a jewelry shop, and you stopped in front of the window to look at the necklace and the earrings. Your girlfriend stopped next to you, and her gaze fell on a beautiful ring. 'It'll look good on you' she thought, and before she could make this comment aloud, you dragged her to another bookstore for the third time this afternoon.

The Russian looked at you in the store; you were trying to find a new book for her, and she started to think about her life before you started dating. She didn't imagine herself in a relationship for five years, but maybe it was because they weren't you.

~~

People who stay together for the life

Before they become lovers, they are friends.

We'll try to make one all night, but

We stay kids as long as our parents are alive

~~

"Where is Lucky?" Yelena asked, and this brought back her sister from her memories.

"He's with my mom. He had an appointment with the vet, and he was too tired to come." The brunette said the blonde nodded. "If Melina had called me earlier, I would have brought him."

"It's not my fault if you are not aware of everything." Melina said, and you chuckled.

"Oh come on Melina, you called me when I was sleeping; I almost won't be able to come." Wanda spoke dramatically, and you laughed.

"Sorry, but you have bad timing, Melina." You said, and the older woman glared at you.

"Oh, and what were you doing, you two?" She said pointing at you and Natasha, but neither of you replied. You blushed, and Wanda gasped.

"It's totally gross." The sokovian said, and you chuckled. "And Nat, you really replied?" She asked, and your girlfriend blushed.

"Of course, I replied. She's my mom, and she could be scary when you don't reply to her calls." The Russian defends herself.

"But you were..." The witch spoke, and Yelena seemed to finally notice what you were talking about.

"Okay, can we not talk about my sister's sex life for my birthday, please?" The blonde asked, but it was more of an order. Kate fake gagged, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, stop acting like you just discovered that." You said.

"Y/n stop!" The two sisters said, and you laughed.

~~

I talk to her about me; she talks about us, about us, about us.

She's in love with the love, the love, the love, but...

~~

"Is it true that you want to move on?" Kate asked, and you frowned at your eyebrows.

"How do you know that?" You asked her.

"Clint told me." She replied and shrugged her shoulders.

"And it's true." Natasha said. "I want a big house. I mean, I love our house now, but I need a new training room." She explained.

"And we also need a porch, for our home date." You added, and your girlfriend chuckled. You were definitely the more romantic, but it's okay because you loved it.

~~

To find the love now, it's the grail.

To find the love now, it's the grail.

A little drama red on your lips

We're not obligated to be enamoured to love each other.

~~

After a little more talk, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you left, all eyes were now on the redheaded Russian. She was totally oblivious because her own attention was focused on the wine glass on the table; there was a lipstick mark on it, your lipstick mark.

~~

The wedding is to please the motha.

The wedding is to please the motha.

~~

You came back but immediately excused yourself again, but to the kitchen now. And this time Melina cleared her throat, and her daughter looked at her.

"I think it's the best time now." Melina said, and Wanda and Kate looked at Natasha, confused.

"Wait, you didn't propose to her yet?" The young brunette said, and Natasha sighed.

"But why?" The sokovian asked this time.

"Apparently she's not ready." The blonde Russian said.

"What do you mean you're not ready?" Wanda asked, visibly shocked. "I've known you for a while now, and I think everybody here can confirm that nobody made you happier than her. So what is the problem?"

"But if she doesn't want?" Natasha asked, and Kate groaned.

"Oh come on, Nat, she called Yelena her sister-in-law, she only has an eye for you, and every time we talk about weddings, she's the most implied." The archer said.

"She has like, twenty wedding dresses in her gallery picture." Wanda said.

"And she even did the guess list." Yelena added, and her sister was shocked.

"Hear. She's totally ready and she wait you." Melina said. "You fought aliens and Nazis and took down one of the worst HQs in the world together. So why you should not be ready? You know everything about each other, and you love each other, despite the fact that you always act like an old married couple. So what's your point?"

Natasha processed all she heard and took a deep breath before standing up. "If she says no, I'll be desperate." She said before storming to the kitchen.

~~

The wedding is to please the motha.

But I'll even ask you if you want to marry me.

~~

"Hey babe, sorry I was about to come, but Lila sent me a video of this cat." You said when you saw Nat enter the kitchen. She stopped beside you, and you showed her the video.

"He's so cute." She cooed, and you smiled.

"Did you see that?" You looked at her, and she was nervous. Girlfriend instinct, you made her sit on the nearest chair and took her hands for a little reassurance. "What's going on?" You asked.

"I have something to ask you." She spoke, and you nodded. Okay, don't laugh. I didn't prepare anything." She warned you, and you nodded again. "Okay Y/n. I wanted to wait for the right time, but I found that there was really no wrong time; I was just afraid. We've been together for a long time now; you were with me during the attack on New York; you were here when we fought Hydra; we ran away together after the accords; and you helped me destroy the red room." She paused to take a breath. "I know I was not ready until now, and the girls said that I didn't really have to be scared or anything. I'm sure you already chose the dress, and apparently you even did the guess list. You're very precious to me, and what I could do without you..." She was rambling, but you stopped her.

"Wait, who told you about the guess list?" You asked.

"Yelena. But this is not the time now." She spoke, and you nodded. "So today I was like, 'no, Nat, she would never want to spend all her life with you, like, why?' but after I talked with the girls, they were like, Wait, you're totally dumb to think that she doesn't want it' and I was like, 'Really?', and they were like 'its obvious she want' and here we are now." She took a deep breath. "Man, I'm really nervous." She said, and you chuckled.

"Sooo?" you asked.

"Yeah, I want to ask you, do you want to marry me?" She asked, and she didn't let you have the chance to reply before she was rambling again. "Wait, you're not obligated or anything. It's not because we spent five years together that's mean you want to spend more. It's just you always so–"

You kissed her to stop her, and when you pulled away, she was confused. "Yes, Natasha, I want to marry you." You said, and she started to cry.

"You want to? Even though I'm definitely not the best–"

You kissed her again. "Yes, I want to marry you. And don't worry, I really think you're the best choice for me." You said, and she smiled. "Usually it should be the one who's been proposed who should cry." You joked, and she chuckled.

"I was nervous" she admitted, and you kissed her forehead.

"And how are you now?" You asked.

"Relive and happy." She said, and you smiled.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." You said, and she grinned. You wanted to say something else, but some footsteps stopped you. When you both looked in the direction of the sounds, you found the women there, visibly waiting for something.

"She said yes!!" Natasha yelled, and you laughed. The women face were now bright with a wide smile.

"It's the best present you could get me." Yelena said, and you hugged her.

"You're such a drama queen, sister-in-law." You replied, and you rolled your eyes.

Yes, that's it. Natasha watched you talk with her sister, and honestly, she was more than happy to finally asked you the question. You're totally hers now, and she's totally yours.

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Blow out the Candles - Blackhill x Daughter!Reader

Hii! Could you write about teen who is nats kid, nat and maria have been together for some time and now maria wants to like adopt nats kid.

I hope you understand what I mean 😅 have a nice day ❣️

Also a post made:

I need a fic where Nat and Maria are together and teen reader is nats daughter and for her bday Maria wants to adopt her

Readers Age: 11 Years Old

Requests: Open

Summary: Maria, your mama’s girlfriend, doesn’t come to your birthday party due to work, the day after you hear a conversation between her and your mama that you don’t fully understand. Two days later you receive an envelope as your birthday present. And you couldn’t be happier.

@tynix I hope this is ok!

You first met Maria Hill before the fall of SHIELD when you were around seven.

She was a nice woman, she was stern and strict, but she was nice.

She was your Mama's commander. And she was surprisingly great with kids, something that the majority of the SHIELD agents and officials couldn't wrap their heads around. Tony Stark's jaw dropped to the ground when he had seen her interacting with you and four of Clint Barton's children, Kate, Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel.

You never understood the 'Hardass Hill' nickname she was given.

When SHIELD fell and after your Mama had avoided prosecution for the files she had leaked life changed, but not for the worst, well not really.

It was hard to get used to. Instead of your mom having her own apartment she took Tony up on his offer to move to the tower. That was the best part.

You were introduced to so many new people, all of your mama's team mates became your uncles, even. You loved it at Avengers tower.

The original six Avengers weren't the only occupants of the tower, of course. There was Helen Cho, Nick Fury, Pepper Potts and most importantly Maria Hill.

You didn't know what it was about Maria that made you like her so much, you supposed it was just because she was so damn cool.

You would even argue that she was just as cool as your Mama. Which you would never say to her face, of course.

A few times a week while you were watching TV in the common room Maria would come in and sit down on the couch with you along with a bowl of pop corn. She would place it in between the two of you. Now looking back it was clearly an act to win you over, and it worked.

It was an unspoken tradition by this time. You supposed that you were both friends. That made you happy. You liked being friends with Maria.

After two or three months of that, your mama started to join in, she would sit in between the two of you with the popcorn on her lap. This made the two of you sit closer to her.

When you were all in the middle of the movie 'Up' you noticed they were both holding hands. You looked up at your Mama, and then over to Maria, and go gave them both the traditional Romanoff smirk. It seemed your Mama like Maria even more than you did.

It didn't take long for Maria and Natasha to finally tell you they were dating, and you couldn't have been happier.

Today was the day you turned eleven, and you wanted to spend the day with both your Mama and your Masha, but there was one problem.

Maria wasn't there.

You woke up bright an early, which sent Natasha's plans to make you breakfast in bed out the window.

"Mama?” You spoke softly as Natasha placed your blueberry pancakes in front of you on the kitchen island.

"Detka?" She replied as she took a seat beside you, placing her hand soothingly on your back as she did so.

"Where's Masha?"

"Masha feels bad she couldn't be here this morning, malysh. She had some really important work to do for Fury"

You nodded. "Will she be back for my party?"

Natasha spooned nutella onto your pancakes. "| don't know, but what I do know is that she'll definitely try"

You accepted that. "You're staying here, though. No working today? Since it's my birthday"

She leaned in and placed a kiss on your crown. "Not even if the battle of New York was to repeat itself this very second would I ever think of leaving you today"

You wrapped her arms around her neck and she pulled you onto her lap, you may be eleven but you would never be too old for moments like these.

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Somehow your Mama had been convinced to allow Tony to plan your party (which was a surprise up until yesterday when Tony had excitedly let it slip)

It was a fun party (how could it not be Tony Stark had thrown it, he never spared expense on anything) an everyone had a great time, including yourself.

But there was just one thing missing, one thing Tony had failed to get but something he couldn't buy.

Masha.

You had kept telling yourself that she would show up, despite knowing that there was a possibility she wouldn't.

And it hurt a bit. But you were a big girl. You were 11.

You slept in your mama's bed with her that night. It had been early morning when she dragged you upstairs from the party when your eyes started to droop, you got dressed and hopped straight into her bed.

It wasn't unusual for the two of you to sleep in the same bed.

It was around six am when Maria arrived back to the apartment. She seemed exhausted, also.

But she tried not to wake you and your Mama as she got herself into sleep clothes.

But you were awake anyway. Some sort of hurt in your chest.

Maria got into bed on the other side of you, your back was to her, your hand was holding Natasha's.

She placed a firm kiss on the back of your head, afterwards going to pull your 'sleeping' form closer to her in what would have been a cuddle, but that was the last thing you wanted from her right now, she hadn't even wished you a happy birthday yesterday, hadn't asked Mama to pass on a messege and/or hadn't even left a card or anything.

You slowly slid away to escape her reach and wrapped yourself around your Mama, who pulled you closer to her, not understanding what was going on and wrapped her arms tightly around you.

You didn't see Maria's face, but for some reason you felt guilty and hoped that hadn't hurt her feelings too bad, you just wanted to prove a point

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The next morning when you woke up they were both gone, but the blanket had been pulled tightly over you.

You slowly got up, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor.

You walked quietly into the kitchen, with the thin blanket Natasha kept at the end of her bed around you.

"I really just don't understand why they keep fighting us on this! All they have to do is sign some stupid papers."

"I know but it's not simple, she's your daughter, Nat."

"I know but Y/N never wants to go to back Russia again. You know what happened to us there."

That perked your interest, they didn't seem to notice you at the door, so you hid behind it and listened.

"It's not that simple, she was born and... raised... in that country and she's still a minor. They still have a bit of control"

"Raised." Nat scoffed.

"Either way, very soon we'll get the turnout we want and her guardianship will be granted, and then we can have our own little family"

You put the pieces together in your mind because of that one sentence. Maria's words hitting far too close to home. You seemed to be misunderstanding.

"I think we could get a better trainer, too. She needs to know these things if-"

You stood at the door, eyes filling with tears and shaking slightly.

It was then Natasha noticed you.

"How's my eleven-year-old doi-"

"You're sending me back?!"

Natasha looked at Maria wide eyed and then back to you.

"What?"

"You're getting rid of me! You're sending me back to Russia! You're sending me back there! You don't want me anymore!" You cried.

Natasha almost jumped off her chair and raced in front of you.

"Y/N no no no no no!"

"You don't want me! Now that I'm older! They want me back there!!!!" You were breathing faster now, not really thinking clearly.

"Y/N stop it, we're having a miscommunication!"

Maria was making her way over to the two of you.

"No! You said you wanted to start your own little family! I heard you!" You cried, stepping back from the two women who were kneeling down to you, Natasha had her arms out. "You don't need me anymore! You don't want me anymore!"

“Sweetheart come here! Let me hug you, we all need to calm down!"

"No! You said that the guardianship would be granted! And you nodded! You're giving me back to Russia!"

"Bambina that's not what I meant." Maria said softly, "And even if it was, that's not how it works."

Natasha went to move closer to you. "Baby-"

“Now that you have your new life you don't want anything that reminds you of your old one, of there! That means you don't want me." You were spiralling now, your chest was closing in, it felt harder and harder to breath.

Natasha gasped, as if the very thought appalled her, but you didn't buy it, you weren't in the right state of mind.

"Y/N, you're the reason I got through all that! If it wasn't for you-"

"You're lying!"

"No, sweet pea, l'm not." Natasha put two hands on your shoulders, causing you to sob.

"Please don't send me back there Mama!"

Natasha's heart broke. "I don't wanna go back, they were bad."

It was Masha who picked you up and placed you on her lap.

The three of you sat on the floor of the kitchen at 10AM, and there was already a child who was hyperventilating uncontrollably and two adults who were both shook after the events.

Maria rubbed your back. Turning so you couldn't see the tears on Natasha's cheeks.

"I'm sorry I scared you" Maria murmured. "I could've worded that better."

You hiccuped and nodded. "t's ok, just don't send me back."

Maria gave you a squeeze. "Never."

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You were still startled an hour later. Natasha sat you on her lap while she sat in on the couch, you both watched Harry Potter.

You were both quiet.

"You're the best part of my life." Natasha told you. "Even the thought of not seeing you everyday, not having you with me, not having you safe and protected, it makes me sick, physically sick."

You nodded. "Я люблю вас."

Natasha smiled. "я тоже тебя люблю."

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Two days later you sat at the kitchen island eating your cheerios, what happened a few days ago still fresh in your mind, neither Nat or Maria spoke about it, which you were thankful for.

Maria entered the kitchen with files in her had, a usual thing considering what she did for a living.

She sat across from you, pulling out the box of cornflakes.

"I'm sorry I was so busy, bubs."

You nodded. "It's ok. I get it."

"It's not ok. I didn't get you a card or even a present."

"That doesn't matter, Masha." You insisted.

Maria smiled at you knowingly and waved the envelope she entered with. "So I guess you don't want this?"

You went to say something but quickly shut your mouth, making Maria have to suppress a laugh.

You didn't want to make it too obvious. But boy you wanted that envelope.

"I wouldn't mind. You already got it which I'm thankful for."

Maria snorted. "Here."

You tried not to be too quick in grabbing the envelope, but you were almost positive you failed.

You ripped it open and pulled out the letter inside.

Although your eyes darted to Maria once they scanned the document.

"What does this mean?" You didn't know wether to believe this or not, it seemed to be too good to be true.

*It means that me, you and your mama will be a real, legal, little family. Just the three of us. But only if you want this."

You stared at Maria for a good thirty seconds, although you could feel her getting more and more nervous the more you stayed quiet.

"Is this what you were talking bout with Mama the other morning?"

Masha nodded. "it is, Bubba."

"So... when you said that you and Mama could have your own little family. You meant the three of us. Not just you and Mama."

"Exactly, sweetheart."

"So you don't wanna send me back?"

"Never in a million years."

You smiled. "Can I call you Mumma now, Masha?"

Maria grinned wildly. "Of course you can, my birthday girl.

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the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 31 - take it easy

Warnings: nightmares

Word Count: 3.4K(picture from the amazing @oceanspirit9 )

Summary: the wedding of Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff

A/N: well shit. I don’t even know where to begin with this. @broken--bow this is yours, without you this wouldn’t be here - from the bottom of my heart thank you so much. @oceanspirit9 I’m still in awe of your art, thank you for it and your entire encouragement this month.

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Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

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2014

NEW YORK

AVENGERS TOWER

CLINT AND NATASHA’S WEDDING DAY

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Dreykov circles her.

Sitting tied to a chair Natasha is powerless to move.

Fear paralyzes her.

A gun in hand as he points it at her face.

“You think you belong anywhere else but here?”

He places it under her chin.

“I would rather die than let anyone else have you.”

He presses in further, causing her to lift her head, unable to swallow.

“No one will ever love you, not when I’m through with you.”

He bends down and kisses her cheek.

Then stands and backhands her.

“You’ll never escape the Red Room, not even if you tried.”

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She wakes alone.

Her chin sore as she touches it gently, trying to wipe away the sensation.

The room is dark and the world still.

The ghosts that haunt her still feeling present.

The dream dissipates as time presses forward.

She turns for Clint to find his side of the bed empty, and she pads out of bed to the bathroom.

Natasha looks at herself in the mirror, her reflection pale.

She did escape.

In the ways that matter.

She thinks of Isla, trapped and alone; fulfilling Dreykov’s prophecy and wonders how to help her. Tomorrow, she thinks, she’ll ask Clint tomorrow.

Glancing at the time, she realises it is the next day.

Her wedding day.

A day that was supposed to be by the beach, in the sun, a day that given the last 3 years grew less likely.

To have it here, Natasha supposes she feels apprehensive, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Something will go wrong.

She feels it.

All this good doesn’t come without bad.

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Yelena sits on a chair staring at her.

It takes a moment for Natasha to orient to the time and space but when she does; she grins.

The night had continued to be rocky, but the spate of sleep she’d got from 6-7am would have to be enough.

Clint was staying in his own floor, surrounded by the other boys, whilst she was getting ready with the girls.

Maria, as she was officiating had the luxury of passing in between to keep everyone on time.

“Stop watching,” Natasha mumbles, throwing a pillow at her.

Yelena catches it and throws it back.

“Get up,” she commands, “you’re getting married today.”

She smiles menacingly.

“I’ve also been tasked with getting you dressed.”

Natasha sits up, still sleepy, growing more aware of the tasks ahead and pushing down the apprehension that grows.

Yelena does nothing to help it, except push her into the bathroom and tells her to shower.

The whole scene is surreal.

She wonders if Clint is faring any better.

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Pepper greets him in the kitchen, and he’s momentarily confused.

“Yelena is with Natasha,” she tells him, “I’m just finishing up on some details upstairs then I’ll go help them. Where’s Tony?”

Steve enters after him and he holds up the coffee pot, questioning.

Steve shrugs and nods.

“It’s your wedding day, man!”

Clint sucks down the cup of coffee, not waiting to breathe, until he’s finished instead giving Steve a thumbs up with his other hand.

Pepper rolls her eyes and laughs.

“I’ll see you later,” she tells them.

“Make sure you’re here by 10.”

She looks directly at Steve.

“Okay?”

He nods and salutes mockingly.

“Come on. Bring that with you,” he ushers, pushing him towards the workshop.

Clint follows, dragging his feet as the time flashing of 8am feeling mocking on the microwave.

If only he got more sleep.

He doesn’t want to think about what it means that sleeping beside Natasha gives him much better sleep than sleeping alone.

The dreams, the overthinking, she just has a way of soothing it, and making it better.

Tony, half dressed in a tuxedo, greets him with a drink and a smile.

“Happy wedding day,” he says, handing him an arrow.

Clint takes it unconsciously, and then hands it back confused.

Tony presses the bottom collapsing it and it opens at the point, revealing a purple flower.

“To sit in your pocket,” he nods, he then pulls on the end and it turns back into an arrow. Handing it back, Clint, he gives it a go, marveling at the weapon turned flower.

“Thanks,” he says, playing with it like a fidget toy.

“You should start getting ready,” Steve prompts responsibility.

Tony laughs.

“He just needs to get dressed, how long do you think it’s going to take him?”

“Yeah, but Pepper has asked him to look at the roof, in like an hour, make sure it’s all okay for Nat, then make any changes. Plus, she’ll be there at like 11 for the ceremony to start at 11.10.”

He looks pointedly at Tony.

“What time do you need to be there?”

Tony waves him off.

“I’ll be there on time, I have alarms.”

Clint shakes his head and walks off arrow in hand feeling nervous at the pressure being placed.

He doesn’t like it.

Instead of heading to his room, he sends a message and heads for the elevator.

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She gets a message, a slight code on it, and realises it’s from Clint almost immediately.

“Meet me in the elevator,” it says, “I need to see you.”

Halfway through her make up, she stands and heads for the door.

“I’ll be back,” she tells Yelena and Maria, who are also finishing their make up.

She hasn’t seen Pepper yet, and misses her no nonsense calmness of organisation.

“When you’re back, I’ll do your hair,” Yelena offers, and Natasha nods.

“Wait,” Maria calls, throwing two cupcakes at her.

“Eat something.”

Natasha catches them and makes it a show to take a bite, before backing out and heading to the elevator.

It opens to reveal Clint, still in a tshirt and pajama pants.

There’s a look of relief on his face as he sees her and he pulls her in, kissing her and hugging her close.

“I missed you,” he says, sappily.

She’d call him out on it, but she feels the same. The comfort of each other regulating, Natasha handing him a cupcake and he hands her the pot of coffee he’d taken from the kitchen.

They sit in the stationary elevator, not talking as they eat the cupcakes and drink the coffee.

“Pepper has me looking at the roof to make sure it’s at your standards,” he admits.

“Do you want me to text you photos?”

Natasha nods.

“Yeah, no surprises would be good.”

He nods.

“You’ll be standing ready to walk together right?”

He nods again.

“Everything else is ready, right?”

She nods.

“Only Yelena knows, she won’t tell anyone.”

Clint sighs and checks the time.

“We should go,” he says with a shallow smile.

“Yeah.”

Slowly they stand.

The elevator opening as if commanded and then, kissing each other, they go their separate ways.

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The ribbon is gently braided in.

Both Natasha and Yelena don’t talk, the moment feeling sacred as the tie that bound them in childhood and helped to bring them back together.

There’s nothing really to say.

Shallow smiles and gentle touches as they both seem to understand the significance of the moment.

They’re both alive, against all odds.

Something maybe neither of their mothers expected.

“Thank you for being here, today,” Natasha says quietly.

Yelena doesn’t reply.

“I didn’t think…”

Yelena places a hand on Natasha shoulder.

“The past, I think will always play a part for us. But I am glad to be here with you too.”

It’s not an absolution.

It could never be, neither of them would accept it.

But it’s enough.

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The wedding dress fits perfectly.

Pepper and Yelena help.

Pepper shed tears and Yelena just looks pleased. Natasha that leaves for the bathroom, feeling too many emotions and overwhelmed with them.

She needs time to centre herself.

Time is moving too quickly, and she feels almost dissociated and disconnected from the moments that keep happening.

It’s like it’s happening to someone else, or that she’s watching it happen to herself.

She should be happy, not apprehensive and anxious.

The time with Clint was the most centred she’d been since waking, and it just felt compounded.

“Nat?”

Pepper knocks on the door.

“I’ve got to go meet Clint, are you okay to meet us on the roof in about 11? It’s about an hour?”

Natasha squeaks out a response, and then keeps staring at herself.

She just needs a moment.

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The rooftop is beautiful.

Chairs are placed in a semi circle around an arbour. The archway decorated with blue forget-me-nots as the litter the aisle and decorate all the chairs.

There’s pictures, of Barney and Coulson. There’s not just one of each but multiples, pictures of them Clint and Barney that Gus had given, of Natasha and Coulson, pictures he hadn’t seen before. He stops and sees the tiny one of Natasha’s mother holding her, and feels his breath catch in his throat.

“Pepper.”

He wanders around and takes a few photos of all of it, before sending it off.

“You did all this? In two days?”

Pepper shrugs.

“Some of you have super powers…”

“You have super powers,” Clint cuts her off, leaving no room for argument.

There’s blue ribbons on the chairs and tiny purple arrows in the bouquets.

He wanders for a moment, taking it all in and gathering himself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted that…” she gestures to the pictures of the people no longer here, “but I wanted to a acknowledge them, in some way I guess.”

He walks back over and stares at Coulson, and nods.

“No, it’s perfect.”

Pepper stands back and looks around.

“Is there anything else, or something more you need?”

Clint shakes his head.

“No, but can you keep a secret?”

He feels it’s only right in telling her after she had put so much effort into this moment.

She nods.

After Clint leaves to get Tony, he messages Natasha.

“Anything else needed? I told Pepper, too.”

A message comes, moments later.

Just one word that makes his heart stop.

“Red.”

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Yelena stands at the bathroom door, and shrugs at Clint.

“She was fine.”

There’s a tone of worry he doesn’t think he has ever heard. Always so self assured or matter of fact, Yelena doesn’t seem easily put out.

Now, it’s a worry that bleeds through.

“Can you tell Pepper to get everyone seated and we’ll come together?”

He glances at the time, 10.55.

She doesn’t move, perhaps concerned with this part of Natasha that she’s never seen before.

He tries to dampen down the urgency, reassure her and get her out, he nods and smiles.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be fine, just cold feet maybe. Go, I’ll call you if we need anything, or Jarvis will let you know, okay?”

Yelena looks at Clint, a hard look that tells him she’s trusting him with this.

Backing up, she leaves and Clint knocks.

A secret knock that they use often.

The door unlocks.

He opens it and suddenly can’t breathe.

“You look beautiful.”

It’s an understatement.

Her hair braided, with small wisps coming down, make up done and in a dress that fits her perfectly.

He takes her hand, kisses it and guides her to sit on the side of the bath.

She’s not crying, she just looks sad.

“What happened?” he asks.

He draws circles on her hand, then starts tracing over her fingers.

“It’s going to go wrong. Good things can’t happen to me. If we do this,” she pauses.

“It’ll we do this, you’ll die. Something will happen to you. I’m the Black Widow.”

He shakes his head.

“Nat.”

She sighs.

“Tell me what you think will happen.”

“I don’t know. I just know it’s too good. You’re too good. You deserve someone who isn’t a void of bad.”

His heart is angry, and he doesn’t know how to dispute it in a way she’ll accept.

“What happened?”

Natasha glances at him.

“I was looking in the mirror, and nothing had happened. No one had broken in, no one had kidnapped one of us, and I kept thinking, what’s going to happen next?”

He stops the tracing and encourages her to do the same to him.

He sighs.

“Nat.”

“I know,” she sighs.

“I know it sounds stupid and we've made it this far, but I can’t help but think it. If you marry me, I’m dooming you.”

He laughs at that.

It seems to shake her.

“It is stupid,” he says seriously.

“Do you want to be with me?”

She looks at him and frowns.

“Of course.”

“Are you willing to risk doom for it?”

She hears her words repeated back at her.

Biting her lip, she looks to him.

“Yes,” she says, with a watery grin.

“I have you, and you have me. You know those stupid vows? You make me brave,” he tells her, “so doom is nothing with you by my side. You deserve good things.

I promise, okay?”

“I’m better because of you,” she thinks, the words of vows they spoke in what seems like a lifetime ago.

“We can do this, yeah? We can do this, and when we do, then…”

“I know… I know.”

Natasha stands.

“ I don’t want you to die.”

Clint smiles, taking her hand.

“If I die Nat, you can say I told you so, okay?”

Natasha nods.

“Are you ready?”

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Yelena watches Clint and Natasha walk down the aisle.

Overcome with emotion, she cries openly.

She doesn’t care.

Half the people here she doesn’t know, and the other half look as teary as she does.

Pepper had admitted to her that all of them needed some happiness. That since 2012 every one of the Avengers had been flailing.

Since Clint and Natasha had admitted about being engaged, the wedding had been something they’d planned, kept tabs on, supported and gossiped about. It had provided hope for the future, and sometimes had supported grounding.

They couldn’t die, or break apart because they all had something to live for, to look forward to.

Yelena understood it.

Without hope, without that something to look towards, life became so much more difficult.

The words Maria speaks don’t feel rehearsed, and even Natasha cries as she talks.

Clint wipes away her tear, dabbing gently with a tissue.

Yelena sniffs.

She hadn’t expected to be emotional.

Offered tissues from Pepper (who always seems to know what to do), Yelena takes them and sighs.

She’s never been invited to a wedding.

Crashed them, sure.

Been on missions where they’d fabricated an invite.

But not this.

Natasha is the only family she has, and so this is likely the only wedding she’ll ever be invited to.

She dabs her eyes and takes a moment to look around.

The man with the eye patch, keeps looking at her and she ignores it hoping it’s just because he feels uncomfortable with public displays of emotion.

Steve sits next to Sam, both of them watching on in awe.

Bruce fiddles in his chair and she wonders if other emotions bring out the Hulk.

She turns back to the wedding, taking some candid pictures, even though she’s sure Pepper’s photographer has it handled.

Yelena feels that even though the wedding is small, everyone is here because they want to be.

Friends, found family, it’s a strange group of people.

She wonders if one day she’ll have this.

She hopes.

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Natasha stands in front of her family and friends and tells Clint that she’ll be with him til death. He returns the words and finally Maria tells them to kiss.

Amongst the whoops and cheers and throwing of petals at them, Natasha can’t help but smile with Clint at the commitment they’ve just made.

He hugs her and kisses her again, to everyone’s delight and they walk out towards their friends leading the way to the grand room where they’d had Christmas lunch days earlier.

Now transformed, into a room fit for celebration, Natasha has no idea how Pepper did it.

Despite all the anxiety and fear to get to this point, she’s happy.

Glad they did it.

It’s the other shoe, finally dropping.

Except it’s not bad.

It’s good.

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Clint glances at Natasha, taking her hand and leading her to the hallway.

“We did it!”

He picks her up and hugs her, relief evident on her face as he spins her and kisses her smiling face.

“You tell me when you’re ready,” he grins, and she nods.

“I want to check on Yelena and Tony, and we need to thank Pepper,” she tells him.

“Okay, I need to just tell Fury a few things, and we should thank Maria for doing such a good job.”

Natasha nods.

“She did. Maybe you can check on Gus too, he’s heading home tonight, I think Tony organised a car; maybe just make sure he’s aware.”

Clint looks past her down the hall.

“We’re so close Nat, just a little longer.”

They kiss again and split up, each with their own little list of things today.

She finds Yelena talking to Tony, and wonders when and how they became talking friends. Maybe being in an ordeal just makes it that way.

She talks to them for a bit, the pulls Yelena away.

“I know what you’re going to say,” Yelena tells her.

“It’s okay, it’s not goodbye,” she smiles.

Natasha shakes her head.

“Now I’ve found you, you’re stuck with me,” she replies.

“Plus, we need to talk about Isla.”

Yelena’s face turns serious.

“Yeah. I was talking to Tony about a weapon, and the trackers.”

Natasha nods, “that’s good.”

She hugs her again.

“Not too long, okay?”

Yelena bumps her head into Natashas.

“No, not too long.”

Clint approaches them, and Yelena spontaneously hugs him too.

“Congratulations, I guess,” she smiles.

“You’ll stick around for a bit?”

Yelena shrugs, “maybe a little.”

It’s a lie but they don’t call her on it.

Clint turns to Natasha.

“Ready?”

Natasha smiles.

“Ready.”

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2014

OKINAWA

Okinawa is just as she remembered.

Beautiful beaches, lovely people and a relaxation that felt strange at first.

Her large oversized hat sits just over her head and she smiles as Clint runs in from the water.

Her husband.

What a concept.

“Next, you’re going to tell me that it’s time to build a sand castle,” she goads, handing him a towel.

He laughs ringing his hair out and laying next to her.

“What do you want for dinner?”

She shrugs.

“Whatever you want?”

Clint smiles, the sun shining as it sets.

He looks over to his wife.

He married the black widow.

“Sushi,” he decides.

Natasha nods.

“Perfect.”

They stand together, Clint holding out his hand and envelopes hers into it, bringing to his lips and kissing it gently.

“After you,” he grins.

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[firsttarotreader]

Clint - 10 of Wands

The next character in our series “Pedro’s Characters as Tarot Cards” is Clint, from Freaky Tales. Clint represents the 10 of Wands.

10 of Wands is a card about burden, carrying a heavy weight, from too many responsibilities, from the past, from work, from emotions. You feel tired, overwhelmed, like you can’t carry all that weight anymore. It means stress and burnout, a desire to release the burden one has been carrying for so long. A 10 of Wands person is burdened, feeling the weight of responsibilities, stressed and emotionally, physically or mentally exhausted. They seem weighed down or strained, with their body showing signs of fatigue and stress or a sense of resignation. They could be feeling under immense pressure and lacking enthusiasm for life, yet with a strong sense of duty.

Clint has been described as a weary henchman and debt collector who wants redemption after a violent personal tragedy. He is presented as hardened man who just wants a family and a life without violence, when his life and his past have been shaped primarily by violence. Clint finishes one last job for The Guy before he’s ready to turn the page with his pregnant wife, but the door is closed on his new life when he’s confronted with his violent past. He is a character who carries the heavy weight of his violence and his job, he is tired, burdened, and he wants to let go of the weight, but he doesn’t succeed. So he puts a gun to his head, ready to end it all because he no longer wants to live like that. He is stopped by a boy who knocks on his window in hopes of selling him an East Bay mixtape, which makes him decide to not pull the trigger and try again, like the person on the 10 of Wands metaphor, that still has hope in getting that rest they need so bad soon. Clint has a heavy loaded past that’s been taking its toll on him, he seems mentally and emotionally exhausted, his appearance is that of a weary man. For these reasons, he is our 10 of Wands.