#mcu head canons

[verybadatwriting]

Winning unbeatable games is the avengers' middle name!

Hey! Could you do headcanons or a fic for the avengers (I dont care who) with a reader who is really quiet and shy/smart at first but the once you get to know them they are a complete dumbass? Like 3 am random conversations, random energy bursts, blurting out stupid stuff, just crazy and funny in general.

Being An Avenger Would Include . . .

When you first came to the tower, you kept her mouth shut for the first week

Then, you saw Sam chasing Bucky with a pan for stealing something of his

And you laughed

Everyone looked up in surprise

You cheered Sam on, and it ended up with Bucky throwing you over his shoulder and throwing her in their pool

You help loosen Carol up after Endgame

You’re the sass master

And the joke master

You somehow match Tony’s sarcasm

And Natasha’s

No one knows how

It’s your superpower

You’re the type who is academically smart but otherwise a total dumbass

Clumsy as fuck

The Avengers have caught you cursing inanimate objects more than once

“Why is the sky blue, though?”

“ITS TWO AM GO TO FUCKING SLEEP”

You once accidentally drank an espresso at night

When you realized, everyone froze

Safe to say no one slept that night

One time you had been in your room all week and one morning you were awake at 5:00 am ready to accompany Steve and Sam on their run

You even get BUCKY to smile

When Pepper first met you she thought you were so sweet and quiet

The Avengers were like “just wait”

You overheard the conversation with an evil grin

You love to talk to Jarvis

And when Vision showed up you were stunned

You love to annoy Happy

“Hey, Nat, do you have a moment?”

“....Yes. What is it?”

“Theoretically, no one said Humpty Dumpty was an egg.”

You blurt out conspiracy theories

And then

You started the second civil war

One quiet question was all it took for the room to erupt

“Hey guys, do you think water is wet?”

“Yes” “No”

“HOW CAN IT NOT BE WET?” - Clint

“CAN YOU LISTEN TO ME FOR ONE SECOND?” - Bruce

“On Asgard we have...” - Thor

You kinda just sat there

Until you thought of something else

“Is a hot dog a sandwich?”

You nearly broke the Avengers

You convinced everyone to stay up to catch Santa in the act on Xmas eve

But you were the first to fall asleep

And on Halloween you loved to watch scary movies

No one but Nat would watch them with you

You made everyone do a group costume

Let’s not forget that time you dragged everyone to a carnival

Lots of popcorn

And spending all your money to win prizes on unbeatable games

Nat won most of the prizes for you

All in all, you loved the team

And the team loved you

Your chaotic energy made everyone happy

Brought the team together

You all were one big happy family

[spidey-webz]

Hi :D I just watched Thunderbolts and I’m totally obsessed w Bob/Sentry/Void omg 🥰

I’m requesting a Bob Reynolds x Fem!Reader smut, preferably riding him (reference to the movie hehe) - could be riding his fingers/thighs/c*ck 👀

ngl, i've been having the exact same idea since i left the cinema ahhhh. this is just soft sex ngl

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x f!reader Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fingering, dirty talk, soft dom bob if you squint, riding, unprotected p in v, petnames (honey), brief mentions of bob's anxiety, no beta Words: 1.4k Summary: Bob loves to finger you, but he loves seeing you ride him even more.

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Bob and you had been together for a little while. He was glad that he had found you. You made him feel less alone, less... alienated. He could feel normal around you and your presence alone oftentimes took his mind off things. It distracted him from the memories rushing in and out of his mind, sometimes lingering, sometimes not.

And there was no better distraction than getting to touch you. You had taken it slow at first, but after the first few times you ended up in bed together, he grew more and more confident.

Bob loved to please you. There was nothing sweeter to him than seeing you come underneath him. Or to have you writhe on his fingers.

Like he was doing just now.

His fingers were fully buried inside you, making your hips squirm against his hand. Your hands were fisting the sheets in a desperate attempt to grab hold of something while Bob was curling his fingers up. Just a little. Just enough for you to gasp. "Does it feel good?" He asked, a mischievous smirk on his lips. Of course it did. There was rarely a time where you didn't enjoy anything the man gave you.

His hair was a dishevelled mess as he bent over you. Bob always looked at you with wide, curious eyes, as if he couldn’t quite believe how lucky he had gotten. How much he adored to see every small change in your face, the slightest hint at your approval or disproval, but most importantly… the way your lips parted when you came or how you tilted your head back slightly whenever he hit that sweet spot inside you.

Despite his initial nerves when it came to making you come, he had grown so good at it. Bob knew exactly where his fingertips had to brush over your sensitive walls. After watching you so carefully the first few times, he had been able to make out exactly when his fingers needed to speed up or slow down until you'd be trembling under his touch.

“I asked you something, honey."

His fingers sped up inside you.

Bucking your hips up against his touch, you nodded.

"Yes." Your voice was barely audible, but the smirk on Bob's face told you enough. He was pleased with himself.

Bob struggled with his own self-worth and identity constantly, but pleasing you often made him feel better. Being able to make you feel good was enough to lift his mood and he thrived on knowing that you wanted him to make you come.

He could tell your climax was close when your walls started to squeeze around his fingers, moans spilling from your mouth by the second.

Then he pulled his hand away and you were left gaping around nothing. You were about to protest, tempted to reach out and pull your boyfriend back to you, but he was faster.

You often forgot how easy it was for Bob to just pick you up and place you wherever he wanted you to be. His hands grabbed your hips, lifting you up and onto his lap. His lips found yours as his big hands travelled down your back, squeezing your ass while you could feel him get harder and harder in his boxers.

He groaned into the kiss, a desperate sound, before he pulled away to look at you.

He didn't have to say anything for you to know what he was going to suggest. His cock was pulsing underneath you, desperate to get the attention it deserved as you had probably already left a stain on Bob's boxers.

Your hands took a hold of his shoulders as you lifted yourself enough for Bob to wiggle out of his underwear. He placed a few more kisses along your throat as you hovered above him while adjusting his cock, so you could sit down on it.

The tip of his cock brushed against your folds and you felt your pussy squeeze around nothing. His fingers had left you craving for so much more and you couldn't wait to have him fill you to the brim.

Bob grabbed your hips again, this time slowly guiding you down onto his cock. He took his time with it, allowing you to take him inch by inch as his lips remained on your soft skin. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as his cock started to stretch your walls so deliciously.

And when you had finally taken him completely, he couldn't help but grab the back of your neck and take a look at you. There wasn't a sight more beautiful in the world. This is what gave him peace of mind.

Seeing you in his lap, tits right in front of him while he could feel your tight walls squeezing him. While he could see you squirm impatiently.

"Take what you need, honey."

His voice was raspy, marked by his desire.

He didn't have to tell you twice.

You leaned forward a little, starting to move your hips back and forth first. He always filled you out so nicely and when you angled your hips just right, you could feel him pressing against that sensitive spot deep within you.

Bob's head tilted back, a few strands of his hair falling into his face as he just let you take what you needed.

When you planted your hands on his chest and sped up your pace, he couldn't keep his own moans at bay. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he started to meet your movements with his own. You bounced up and down on him, nails leaving his skin red and he wished he could feel the sting of them.

"Looking so good," he mumbled, eyes fixated on your tits bouncing up and down. His hands left your hips to squeeze your breasts and it only made the knot in your stomach tighten. Your legs were trembling, but you wanted more. So much more.

You moved your hips back and forth, then up and down again. He was so deep and every time you sank back down on him, it brought you closer to your high. You didn't hold back your moans either, whimpers falling from your lips as he hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Going to come on top of me?" Bob sounded a little out of breath as he was simply mesmerised by the sight in front of him.

His thumbs brushed over your nipples as he thrusted up into you faster, desperate to reach his own high. Your pussy was starting to contract around him, enough of a sign to tell him you were so very close.

"Mhm?"

You fell into a desperate frenzy with your movements, almost too distracted to answer him, but when you could feel your orgasm approaching, like a wave ready to rip you apart, you nodded again.

"Yes," you whispered, nails digging further into his chest.

You were so very close, so-

His right hand moved to your back, urging you forward a little, so you could lean over him. His lips found your breasts, biting into your soft skin before he took a hold of your hips again.

Bob started to hold you in place as he thrusted up faster and harder into you. His speed was unrelenting, each thrust driving you further towards a sweet release and your whimpers only grew louder.

When Bob hit that sweet spot again, you fell apart with a soft cry. Your thighs started to shake on either side of his body, hands gripping the headboard as your orgasm rolled over you and all the while Bob was moaning right against your breasts. He was close too and the contractions of your walls around him just pushed him further and further to the edge.

Until it hit him too.

"Shit," he groaned loudly, hips bucking up hard one last time, before he forced you all the way down on his cock again.

You could feel him fill you up with warm ropes of cum, his shaft pulsing inside you as you both attempted to catch your breath.

His arms snaked around your torso, pulling you closer to him, so you could bury your face in his neck while he still stayed inside you until he would go soft again.

Moving his lips to your ear, his words were barely a whisper.

"I love you."

[coffeeandjuice]

Seeing the same vibes of Avengers 2012 found family coming back after thunderbolts* means the world to me

[waywardsou2]

Bucky being Bucky but he has an unhealthy dependency on Sam

And I mean Sam has to text him every hour otherwise Bucky will make and means necessary to find him and check in him

Bucky is sleeping and if Sam ever gets up in the night Bucky grabs onto him as an automatic response. He didn't even awake half the time, he's just attunded like that

When Bucky saw that Torres goet injured he almost skipped his press conference to see if Sam was ok

Bucky who holds on just a little too long after hugs.

Bucky who looks over his shoulder so that Sam gives him the all clear in the most mundane of situations (Sam always gives him a thumbs up)

Bucky who worships the ground Sam walks on just because he made him an omelette for breakfast

Bucky who is so damn possessive of Sam that he's gotten into fights with people who look at Sam funny or say any sort of degrading comment

Bucky who became a congressman to change laws for his boyfriend

Bucky who will cling to Sam's waist like a lifeline in bed

Obsessed, possessive and dependant Bucky

[andy-15-07]

Infinite Horizons

PAIRING: Reed Richards x reader

WORD COUNT: 1159 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The Baxter Building hummed with the quiet energy of invention. Fluorescent lights cast a cool glow over the laboratory, where papers, holograms, and whiteboards filled with intricate equations surrounded a single figure.

Reed Richards stood before a towering chalkboard, writing with swift, precise strokes, his mind working at a speed no ordinary person could match. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms dusted with chalk. His dark curls were slightly tousled, and his eyes burned with concentration as he scrawled symbols in a methodical yet fluid rhythm.

You leaned against the doorway, watching him. Admiring him.

There was something about seeing his mind at work that left you breathless. The way his brow furrowed, the way he whispered numbers under his breath, the way his fingers absentmindedly tapped against his chin when he hit a snag in his calculations—it was mesmerizing.

And he hadn’t even noticed you yet.

Smirking, you finally spoke. “You know, Reed, most people don’t spend their Friday nights romancing a chalkboard.”

His hand stilled mid-equation. He turned, his sharp eyes softening the moment they landed on you. “Y/N,” he said, and just like that, the tension in his shoulders eased. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

You stepped forward, arms crossed, head tilted in playful scrutiny. “You were too busy proving the meaning of the universe to notice, Professor Richards.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not quite. Just solving a little problem in quantum instability.”

You raised a brow. “A little problem?”

He turned back to the board and gestured at the dizzying array of symbols. “I’m attempting to stabilize the quantum field distortions in our multiversal gate. Right now, the energy fluctuations are unpredictable. If I can refine the equation, I might be able to prevent spontaneous breaches.”

You stared at the equations, pretending to consider them seriously. “Mmm, yes. Of course. Looks like... numbers.”

Reed laughed—a warm, low sound that made your heart flutter.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your wrist as he pulled you closer.

“And yet, here you are, madly in love with me,” you teased.

His lips quirked. “Madly.”

Your heart did an embarrassingly giddy flip, but you disguised it with another playful remark. “So, what happens if you don’t solve this equation?”

Reed sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Worst case scenario? Unstable dimensional rifts. Possibly reality imploding. Best case scenario? I get a headache and need coffee.”

You gasped dramatically. “A headache? We’re doomed.”

His eyes twinkled. “Not if you stay here and keep distracting me.”

You smirked but didn’t move away. Instead, you stepped behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his back. You felt him exhale, his muscles relaxing under your touch.

“Your brain is my favorite thing,” you murmured. “Well, one of my favorite things.”

His hand covered yours, fingers lacing together. “That’s comforting.”

“What’s the other worst-case scenario?” you asked, tracing lazy circles on the fabric of his shirt.

Reed hesitated, then sighed. “The math isn’t adding up. If I don’t find the missing variable, I can’t stabilize the distortions. Which means—”

“—which means no experimental travel through the multiverse anytime soon,” you finished.

He turned in your arms, facing you fully. “Exactly.”

You studied him for a long moment. “How long have you been at this?”

His silence was telling.

You groaned. “Reed. Have you even eaten today?”

He pressed his lips together in thought. “I had coffee.”

You placed your hands on your hips. “That’s not food.”

He exhaled through his nose, amused. “I was in the zone.”

“You always say that.”

“And it’s always true.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. “Come on, genius. You’re taking a break.”

He resisted for half a second before relenting. “Fine,” he murmured. “But only because you’re bossy.”

You smirked. “And because you love me.”

He squeezed your hand. “That too.”

You sat cross-legged on the couch in the lounge, watching Reed as he leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee. The kitchen was bathed in warm, golden light, making him look impossibly soft despite the sharpness of his intellect.

“So,” you started, “what’s the missing variable?”

Reed sighed, rubbing his forehead. “That’s the problem—I don’t know. The math should work, but there’s a fluctuation that keeps throwing it off.”

You tapped your chin. “Couldn’t it be an external factor? Something you haven’t accounted for yet?”

He hummed in thought. “Possibly.”

“Have you considered... I don’t know, the energy signature of whoever’s opening the breaches? Maybe the anomaly isn’t in the math but in the source itself.”

Reed’s eyes widened slightly. “You might be onto something.”

You grinned. “Of course I am. I’m brilliant.”

He smirked, setting his mug down before walking over and placing his hands on either side of your head, trapping you in. “You are. And now, I’m going to need your help.”

Your brows lifted. “My help? In quantum physics?”

Reed grinned. “I need a second set of eyes. Even if they’re skeptical ones.”

You sighed dramatically. “I suppose I could lend my expertise.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Then let’s get back to work.”

Hours passed as you sat together in the lab, Reed scribbling equations while you sat beside him, offering insights where you could. It was a strange dance—you weren’t a scientist, but Reed valued your perspective. He thrived on discussion, on the challenge of explaining concepts in ways you could understand.

And you? You just loved watching him work. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Reed froze.

Your head shot up from where you’d been resting it on your hand. “What? What is it?”

His eyes flickered with realization. “You were right.”

You blinked. “Obviously. But about what?”

He grabbed your shoulders, excitement radiating off him. “The anomaly wasn’t in the equation itself—it was an external force! If I adjust for the unique energy signature of the breaches, the entire system stabilizes!”

You grinned. “I mean, I did suggest that hours ago.”

He shook his head, grinning. “You did. And I was too busy overcomplicating it to listen.”

You leaned closer, whispering, “Say it.

He narrowed his eyes. “Say what?"

“That I was right.”

He sighed dramatically. “Y/N was right.”

You smirked. “And?”

His lips twitched. “And Reed Richards was wrong.”

You gasped. “A historical moment. I need this on record.”

He kissed you before you could gloat further, his lips warm and insistent. You melted into him, savoring the quiet triumph in his touch. When he pulled away, his voice was soft.

“You’re my favorite variable.”

Your heart clenched in the best way. “And you’re my favorite genius.”

Reed exhaled, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you for keeping me grounded.”

You smiled, fingers brushing through his curls. “And thank you for reaching for the stars.”

And in that moment, with the weight of the universe pressing against him, Reed Richards knew—no equation, no discovery, no multiverse could ever mean more than you.

[soulvtude]

Peter is banned from playing Scrabble with Bruce because he keeps using obscure science terms and winning. Tony refuses to play Monopoly with him after Peter “bankrupted” him in under 30 minutes. However, Peter and Natasha make an unbeatable team at Pictionary.

[pumpkin-daydreams]

(Down, down, down the witches' road.)

[faramirsonofgondor]

I love head cannoning characters as ao3 authors because then you can just use the ao3 curse as the reason behind why their life is so fucked and why they have so much trauma.

Like oh all your friends and family died or were grievously injured or ill? ao3 curse.

Your house caught on fire and all your possessions were destroyed? ao3 curse.

You got caught in an apocalypse? ao3 curse.

You were arrested for crimes you didn’t (or maybe did) commit? ao3 curse.

You got severe amnesia and forgot your life and identity? ao3 curse.

You died before eventually coming back to life somehow? ao3 curse.

Your birthday cake fell on the floor right before you got to eat it? ao3 curse.

[buckysshampoo]

steve loves pissing off the avengers.

peter complains about being bored? “back in my day, we had to play with sticks and stones”

tony invites something new? “flying cars they said”

his phone lags? “i miss when writing letters were a thing”

[dueseaworthiness]

[ladydbzelle]

HC: Stephen kept his plush after the death of his sister, Donna over the years; he tried to keep Franklin to his original state but over the years of patching him, he like how he look even if he has different color fabric on him. He sees it as a reflection of himself as he grew into a different man than he was years ago.

With his new family, Stephen gifted America Chavez and Wong their own emotional support plushies. Of course they loved it, Chavez adore her jellyfish as a she reminds it of herself full of energy and life. How ironic Stephen gifted Wong an octopus for him after both of them fought with Gargantos but he had a good laugh at it as he notice it's those reservable plushies for stress relievers.

Soon Chavez took a selfie with the gifts they received from Stephen. Stephen knew Donna would of love seeing him happy once more with the friends he made along the way <3

This was an adorable headcanon that me and @doctorstrangehands created after I sharing them an Instagram video based on this guy who has an emotional duck plush who travels the world! Augh! Hoping we can create more head canons in the future

[will-2-69]

Mobius gives me the vibes that he would read those adult romance books. You know the ones with the shirtless men on the cover

[coffeeandjuice]

Guys what if Yelena constantly tries to set Bucky up on dates the same way Natasha did to Steve

[waywardsou2]

Bucky: Sam, you can just move in with me, so can Baby Falcon. And Sarah and the kids there are literally several empty floors

Sam: No!

Bucky: If we hadn't taken it from Valentina who knows what she would have done with it

Sam: That doesn't matter

Bucky: Just move in

Sam: Nope

Bucky: ...Is this because I asked you to move in first?

Sam: ...yes

[catlady48]

So I have been playing a lot of Marvel Rivals this week and I would like to talk about the design choices for Asgard a bit and share some screenshots I took.

As you can see they styled most of the "Yggsgard" outdoor map after the MCU version of Asgard. Really cool to just be able to walk around there. Of course, the areas used for battle have a really different layout and the interior design is also completely different from both the comics and the MCU.

For example, this is what they did with the throne, which is more reminicent of what they did with Asgard in Ragnarok and after, which I personally dislike a bit. On that note, the infamous Loki statue also makes a return and there is a reward for destroying it. Fun fact: in the Jeff's Winter Splash Festival game mode, it is turned into an ice statue.

Character design wise they take inspiration from both the comics and the MCU and add their own flair. I'm sure you've seen Loki's redesign already, but I wanted to show a picture of both Loki and Thor as kids that you can find in one of the spawn areas.

Loki has the "Kid Loki" look from the comics (yes I know the show tried to retcon it, but I don't see OG!MCU!Loki wearing that outfit as a child, sorry comic fans). But that was definitely what young!MCU!Thor was wearing in one of the first scenes in Thor 1 and I think Frigga also looks more like she does in the movies. Odin visually seems a bit more like in the comics, though. So do with that information what you want.

Anyway, it's a ton of fun being able to just wander about Asgard. In the game it's been merged with Yggdrasil for some reason, which is why it's called Yggsgard. But still, I like how much inspiration they took from the MCU. Probably because it's design for Asgard is more iconic.

[andy-15-07]

You and me

PAIRING: Reed Richards x reader

WORD COUNT: 1047 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The soft hum of the city outside their apartment window was the only sound accompanying them in the dimly lit room. Reed sat on the worn, comfortable couch, his arm draped lazily over the backrest, fingers occasionally brushing against Y/N’s shoulder. The glow from the streetlights spilled through the blinds, casting faint patterns on the walls. It was one of those rare nights—no missions, no emergencies, just the two of them tucked away from the world.

Y/N shifted slightly, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. “You’re quiet tonight,” she murmured, her voice soft, like a gentle nudge.

Reed’s fingers paused for a moment before resuming their absent-minded tracing. “Just thinking,” he replied, his tone reflective but warm.

“About what?” she asked, tilting her head to look up at him, her eyes catching the faint glimmer of light.

He hesitated, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the window. “About everything,” he admitted. “The team, the future... us.”

Y/N smiled gently, her hand finding his and intertwining their fingers. “That sounds like a lot for one night.”

Reed chuckled quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “It always is.” He turned to face her fully, his dark eyes softening as they met hers. “You know, being Reed Richards—Mr. Fantastic—it’s not just about stretching across cities or diving into other dimensions. It’s about holding everything together. The team, the mission, the world sometimes... but with you, it’s different.”

“Different how?” Y/N whispered, her heart fluttering at the earnestness in his voice.

“With you,” he said, squeezing her hand gently, “I don’t have to hold everything together. I can just... be.”

The words hung between them, heavy with meaning and unspoken promises. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mixture of love and the weight of knowing what his life entailed. She reached up, her fingers brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “You don’t have to be anything more than Reed with me.”

He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment as if savoring the simplicity of her words. When he opened them again, there was a spark of determination there, a decision made in the quiet of the night.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice steady now, “about what comes next. Not just for the team, but for us.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

Reed shifted, reaching into his pocket. For a moment, Y/N’s breath caught, her mind racing with possibilities. But instead of what she expected, he pulled out a small, worn notebook—the one he always carried for jotting down ideas and calculations. He flipped it open to a page marked with a small, pressed flower she’d given him months ago.

“I’ve spent so much time calculating risks and probabilities,” he said, his thumb brushing over the delicate petals. “But when it comes to you, there’s no equation, no formula. Just certainty.”

Y/N felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, the emotion swelling in her chest almost overwhelming. “Reed...”

He set the notebook aside, taking both of her hands in his now. “I don’t know what the future holds. The world could fall apart tomorrow, or we could be pulled into another dimension. But the one thing I know—the one constant in all of this—is you.”

The room seemed to shrink around them, the outside world fading into nothing as his words wrapped around her heart. Y/N could barely find her voice, but when she did, it was filled with unwavering conviction. “I’m not going anywhere, Reed.”

A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, the kind that reached his eyes and made the lines around them crinkle. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“Then let’s make this official,” he whispered, his voice a blend of hope and love. “Be with me… not just now, but for whatever comes next.”

Y/N’s heart soared, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Always.”

Their lips met in a kiss that spoke of promises and futures intertwined, a connection that stretched beyond the constraints of time and space. In that moment, it wasn’t about Reed Richards, the brilliant scientist or Mr. Fantastic, the superhero. It was about two people finding their anchor in each other amidst the chaos of the universe.

As their kiss deepened, Reed’s arms wrapped around Y/N, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against her chest, grounded her in a way nothing else could. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads remained pressed together, breaths mingling in the quiet.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Reed whispered, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. “You’re my constant, my grounding force. No matter what happens out there,” he nodded toward the window, “this… you and me… it’s what matters most.”

Y/N’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “And you’re mine, Reed. I don’t care about the chaos outside. As long as I have you, I have everything I need.”

Reed’s eyes softened even more, if that was possible. He reached up, cupping her face in his hands. “Then let’s make a promise.”

“A promise?” she echoed, her voice a soft whisper.

“No matter where life takes us, no matter what challenges we face, we’ll always find our way back to each other. Always.”

Y/N felt her heart swell with love and certainty. “Always,” she echoed, sealing their promise with another tender kiss.

They spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing whispered dreams and quiet laughter. The city outside continued its relentless pace, but inside their little haven, time seemed to slow, allowing them to savor every precious moment.

As dawn approached, casting a soft golden glow through the blinds, Reed pulled Y/N even closer, his lips brushing against her temple. “Thank you for being my anchor,” he whispered.

“And thank you for letting me in,” Y/N replied, her voice thick with emotion.

They drifted into a peaceful sleep, knowing that whatever the future held, they would face it together, their hearts forever intertwined amidst the vast, unpredictable universe.