#mcuship

[junklish]

First lokius art of the year!! 💗

[askthemarvelsuperfamily]

Steve: “Morgan has tried to ‘steal’ one of Tony suits. She took his helmet to school for show and tell.”

Tony: *chuckles and smiles* “I’m proud that she wants to be part of the Ironman superhero gig.”

Steve: “She did convince Peter to start making concepts for making the very first Iron Kid using her puppy eyes.”

Tony: “It was a good idea no doubt about that, but I do want her to live a normal childhood first. There’s no rush worrying about the Iron Man suit.”

[adhd-trademark]

So way back when (more like maybe 6 weeks ago lol) When I watched episodes 1 and 2 with my family, I started thinking about what it would be like if OTHER mcu heroes were the stars of a sitcom. So I went through other marvel couples I like and when I got to Langdyne I fell down laughing.

Imagine:

Scott Lang and Hope Van Dyne in a SITCOM

OMG LOL IT WOULD BE SO GOOD!

Marvel, you already have my money in on that if you ever make it.

[spidersbane]

Could I get a HP and MCUship?

My names Liv, I'm AFAB and my pronouns are they/them

I have brown hair (think eboy middle part), I have bright green eyes and im a but of a chubby gal but there's nothing wrong with that :)

I love science, astronomy, and animals, especially turtles. I like watching movies, listening to music, and I have been told im a great singer. I can be quite awkward at first but I'm fun and loud once you get to know me. I'm very loyal and kind. my love language is touch and words of affirmation 🤗  I'm a hufflepuff, a pisces sun, and my personality type is INFP.

Hi Liv @oh-picnic! So sorry this took so long to get back to you ! College midterm season is insane and I finally got a break, so thank you for being so patient love!

for Harry Potter - I ship you with Ron Weasley !

this may seem like a stretch, but hear me out, this isn’t just me simping for one of the Weasley boys again 

first off, the Gryffindor/Huffepuff pairing seems like an opposites attract thing, the loud Gryffindor with the more quiet Huffepuff, but there isn’t anything wrong with that ! opposites work to strike a balance, and i think since Ron is always involved in something, having peace might be nice 

second, Ron’s love language is words of affirmation, but in a traditional teenage boy way - the words aren’t always right, and they may come out strange, but he means well. and as we’ve seen, Ron is incredibly loyal, coming back to Harry even in the hardest of times. so with you, Ron would defend you just as much, and your loyalty would serve each other well

your fun and loud side ! Ron loves this so much omg. he’d take pride in knowing that you might be a little more reserved around other people, but around him, you could be your most genuine self with no judgement, and that’s something we should all want in a partner tbh 

lastly, in the event that you were a muggleborn and watched muggle movies and listened to muggle music, Ron would die from interest ad happiness. he’d love having so many new things to learn about and seeing what essentially is another world’s culture (this is my hot take but i think he’d love Star Wars) 

for Marvel/MCU - I ship you with Steve Rogers/Captain America !

so here’s my hot take, if Steve isn’t a Gryffindor, then he’s def a Hufflepuff and I stand by that, so there’s that bc two Hufflepuffs or any house w a Hufflepuff companion is golden - I’m a Ravenclaw and I love Hufflepuffs 

second, you love learning about new sciences and arts, and Steve has a lot to catch up on. not only could you show him the things everyone should see, you’d probably be able to put your own spin on things and show him some of your own nerdy stuff too! and that’s lovely 

i did some research in the INFP personality type and found out that this type tends to be empathic, and can communicate in ways like no other. this pairs well w your boi Steve, because (most of time) he’s a great communicator, and things will be open and honest 

also, i see Steve as someone who wants to be a words of affirmation guy, but can’t always manage it very well, so he resorts to being around people he cares about. this pairs well w your love language bc sometimes he’s the  one that needs the words of affirmation and you’d be there for him ! 

[ardentmuse]

I’ve taken the MCUship quiz multiple times, Thor is my match, but I think my favorite is Dr. Strange.

Oh I am so glad you liked them! And that you are playing through multiple times to see all the stories. 

My personal favorite is the Bruce Banner one I wrote for myself but I know I’m crazy biased.

But also, let’s heal the wounds of this weekend and pretend we are living in bliss with all of our beautiful loves! 

TAKE THE MCU SHIP QUIZ NOW!

[late-to-the-party-81]

Super cute 🥰

Hc of tony and Peter being teachers and married

Hope you'll enjoy it! I did it in form of headcanon :)

Think about leaving me a tip if you liked it!

They're college teachers

Tony is technology teacher

Peter is the chemistry teacher

They're really loved by everyone

It's to the point that there is even a fan account dedicated to them

They're openly married but that doesn't stop people from crushing on either of them.

The students are amazed whenever they come in class with coordinated clothes, it's guaranteed to finish on the fan account

More often than not freshmen are stopped from trying to hit on Peter because he's the one whose the closest from their ages.

Also because Tony is hugely jealous.

One time Peter was hit on and Tony witnessed it, dragged Peter away from the student and when they were seen once again Peter was limping and his neck was littered with hickies.

The student were wild after that.

Tony and Peter grade all their works together

Really, they spend most of their time together.

When they're at home they curl up together and watch the account together, laughing.

PDA

Really the campus is huge and it has some big patch of grass.

So when the days are nice they eat together outside and when they're finished and have some time to spare

You'll see Peter lying with his head on Tony's legs

For Valentine's day they'll do some very romantic thing to each other.

Putting roses on each other's desk along with a teddy bear

Really it's cute as fuck and everyone is cooing when they see what they left to each other.

Sometimes, when one or the other have classes later you will still see them together.

Accompanying each other and giving each other a gentle kiss before going their separate ways.

Sometimes they make out like horny teenagers in the first closet they find.

Of course they have been found more than once by colleagues or students.

Which always end up in panic from both sides.

So rumour has it that Tony and Peter are rabbits at it.

But they're good teachers so, they're not fired.

But yeah if you have Tony and Peter as teachers expect a lot of grossly cute PDA before and after class and all over the campus.

[panicatmyemoromance]

Stoki

I´m not saying that Loki likes Steve, but does he ever mimic any other avengers that much?

-my friend

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Thanks for the read and reblog my dear!! 😘

Requesting where Darcy is married to Thor and tells him that she pregnant!! 😍😍😍

Thunder Struck

AN: Thank you Nonnie, for this sweet ask.

I’ve been wanting to write Darcy for a while and also more Thor, so this was perfect.

I have gone a little off-piste from the ask though, and have situated the scenario earlier in their relationship just to get a pinch of angst and uncertainty in for flavour.

Mood board by me, divider by @fireflygraphics, beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

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Pairing: Darcy Lewis x Thor

Word count: 1.2k

CW: Unexpected pregnancy, pregnancy related anxiety, brief mention of abortion as a legitimate choice, fluff, love confessions, Himbo Thor, Darcy being thirsty on main, slight size kink, slight Daddy Kink, inferred sexual content.

Darcy sat down on the closed toilet seat with a ‘thunk’, hands trembling as she stared at the slim piece of plastic in her hands, two pink lines screaming at her. A bubble of somewhat hysterical laughter pushed its way up her throat and out into the relative silence of the bathroom before she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle it.

Well what did you expect? She thought to herself. You are banging a literal God of Fertility on the regular.

Fuck!

They’d been friends for years, and it was only recently that things had… changed. It was all so new, and she had no idea where it was going. Something like this could either make or break them. What if it all went wrong and she was left on her own? But what if he feels the same way as you? The little voice in her head taunted her.

She was going to have to tell him, and if she didn’t do it now, then she might not do it at all, and…

A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts.

“Darcy, my love? Are you okay?”

Thor’s voice rumbled through the door, almost causing it to vibrate.

“Um, yeah, sure. Be out in a minute!”

She tucked the test in her pocket and moved to the sink to wash her hands.

Now or never. Okay not never because it will become obvious in a few months, stupid, stupid Darcy.

She took a deep breath and opened the door, so startled that he was standing right there that she practically bounced off his muscled chest.

Fucking sinful pecs, all your stupid fault!

His hands came down onto her upper arms to steady her, and he ducked his head so he could look over her face.

“Are you sure you are alright? You look pale. Come sit.”

He practically dragged her over to her sofa, but as she was about to get herself settled into the cushions, he occupied the spot himself before pulling her down into his lap.

“Ooof. Um…err…” She tried to get up, so she could put some more space between them, try to centre her thoughts, but he just tightened his arms – stupid sexy arm veins! – and pulled her closer. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, hot puffs of breath washing over her neck and ear.

“Isn’t this better? I’m sure I've heard Midgardians say that anything can be made better with a hug.”

Darcy sighed and rolled her eyes. This conversation was not going to be easy.

“Thor, snuggle-bear, can you just let me go for just one teensy, tiny sec?”

She shifted with more determination, and with a huff of amused annoyance, Thor loosened his grip and she slid from his lap to sit next to him. He kept hold of one of her hands though, sandwiching it between his own giant paws.

Don’t think about what those fingers can do…

She regarded him for a moment, dirty blonde hair, chiselled jaw, broad shoulders, biceps almost as big as her head, those pecs that made the most perfect pillows, abs you could wash laundry on, and those delicious thick thighs. She could feel her arousal growing, despite the situation.

Cool it Lewis, pull yourself together.

“Okay, here goes…um...”

Oh, why did he have to be looking at her like that, summer sky blue eyes regarding her, wide and oh-so serious?

“So… yeah… um… we’ve been having fun, right, these last few months?”

“You have always been fun to be around my darling doctor, but yes, I would agree the last few months have been more…’fun’.”

He waggled his eyebrows and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Stop that! I’m trying to be serious here.”

His face suddenly dropped, making him look like a kicked puppy.

“Darcy, do…do you wish for our ‘fun’ to come to an end?”

Ah, fuck…

“No, it’s not that… it’s just… oh god…”

She thrust her free hand into her pocket, retrieved the test and popped it on his thigh. He looked down at it, confused at first, and then concerned.

“You have caught the virus? Do you need me to tend to you during your isolation? I cannot get sick from it and would be more than happy to be your nursemaid.”

He got up, letting go of her hand, the test tumbling to the floor as he bustled over to her small kitchen area and put the kettle on..

“I shall make you some chamomile tea, that is your favourite, correct?”

Darcy couldn’t stop the broad smile that swept over her features. How could such a fearsome warrior, and intelligent man, also be so naïve and guileless? She stood, retrieved the test, and walked over to him, stilling him with a hand on his arm.

He’s so big… everywhere… stop it Darcy, get on with it!

“Um, big-guy. It’s alright. I don’t have the virus. It isn’t that kind of a test.”

“So, you don’t have some kind of creature inside you wreaking havoc on your body?”

She smothered a laugh. She was going to love telling this tale to the others later.

“Well that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I kinda do…”

He looked at her, looked at the test in her hand and then back at her. His eyes went wide, and he took a step back, bumping into the refrigerator and making it wobble.

“Are you telling me..? Are you..?”

His legs buckled and he slid down the appliance until he was sat on the floor, staring straight ahead. Darcy looked at him, slightly worried by his reaction, and crouched down, lightly stroking over his knee.

“Okay, come on dude, just breath. It’s not the end of the world okay. We can discuss it all, and sort it all out if needs be. It’s sorta your fault though. God of Fertility and all.”

His head snapped up.

“Of course, it’s not the end of the world. It’s the start of a brand new one!”

He surged back to his feet, large hands spanning Darcy’s waist, lifting her, and then spinning them both around, causing her hair to stream behind her, and laughter to burst from her chest.

“This is the most wonderful news! You’re having a baby. My baby! Praise Odin! You, Darcy Lewis, have made me the happiest man in the whole of the nine realms. You are happy too, yes?”

“Well, I… erm… haven’t had a lot of time to really think about it, but yes, I think I am happy. And I hope that you and I can make this work, and be friends and raise a happy healthy child…”

He lowered her to the flow and silenced her with a kiss.

“I know we can make this work, little one, because I love you.”

It was her turn to be struck dumb.

“You… you love me?”

“Why of course! How could I not?”

“Because I zapped you with a taser the first time we met?”

“And what a tale that will be to tell this child, and our other future children.”

“Future children?” she squeaked.

“Yes”, he purred, voice deepening. “I have a feeling that as the God of Fertility, once I have seen you, round with my child, I will wish to keep you in that state.”

Darcy tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips dramatically.

“Should have seen that one coming, of course the God of Fertility is going to have a breeding kink.”

He chuckled, before pressing his lips to her neck, nipping, and sucking on the delicate flesh. His hips pressed against her, his arousal growing more evident by the moment.

“Okay, Daddy-o, cool it.”

He let out a low growl and nipped harder.

“What if Daddy does not wish to ‘cool it’?” He circled his hips suggestively. “What if he, in fact, wishes to increase the temperature? Would you stop me, oh mother of my child? Would you want to stop me from worshipping you? Surely carrying and giving birth to the child of a god makes you a goddess?”

Darcy smiled, coyly, wrapping a strand of Thor’s hair around her index finger?

“I suppose, Daddy, if worship and goddess-hood are on the cards, I can allow it…”

He scooped her up, and hurriedly carried her towards the bedroom.

“Oh, and Thor-bear… I love you too.”

“I never had a single doubt.”

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[ardentmuse]

Will there be a Masterlist/cheatsheat to all the results for the MCUship quiz, later on down the line?

This is actually a really good question... And my answer is “sort of.” 

So a lot of the ships are highly customized. Different text based on your answers around a framework. For example, Peter Parker has four different drabble options based on what you find attractive. In one, there are three different branching paths based on your height (he can’t bend down to kiss someone taller than him, for example). And each drabble has things like this. Tony has a drabble that has nine different branches just within the one single framework. Then there is different language in each summary paragraph based on your answers about what each character finds attractive in you. 

So to create a masterlist would be very hard as there would be a ton of blank space or a ton of assumptions. Also, the drabbles are not very universal, as the drabbles describe scenarios and personality types based on the answers given.

I will post a selection of my favorite options with certain assumptions made eventually, maybe highlight one once a week or so for a while.

But what I would LOVE would be for people to post the options they are getting and tag me. Or people can just take the quiz a bunch of times and get a ton of different answers. It isn’t that long to do it again and again :) 

TAKE THE MCU SHIP QUIZ NOW!

For reference, though

Male options: Steve, Peter P, Bruce, Strange, Bucky, Thor, Tony, Clint, Sam, Peter Q, T'Challa, Vision, Loki, Scott

Female options: Peggy, Carol, Shuri, Okoye, Nat, Gamora, Hope, Pepper, Wanda, Valkyrie, Mantis, Maria, MJ

[cescalr]

@livingincolorsagain as always you never fail to be right about everything ♡ anyways what are these people smoking

stuckies saying sam and bucky have no chemistry is absolutely fucking hilarious btw

[late-to-the-party-81]

Thank you my darling!

Soulmate au where thor made mistake that jane is his soulmate but it was darcy, his real soulmate. Soulmate au where a quote letter is named in your shoulder. Darcy's letter quote on thor's shoulder is mew mew (thor 2)

Words

AN: Hey Nonnie, thank you to you and the other anon, who sent me another Thor x Darcy request. I've combined the two together for this little piece. Mood board by me, Dividers by @firefly-graphics, beta'd by the dreamteam; @yarnforbrains @christywantspizza @sidepartskinnyjeans

Pairing: Thor x Jane (past), Thor x Darcy

Word Count: 2.1k

CW: Angst and Fluff with a suggestion of seggsy times to come.

One moment Darcy had been happily chatting with Jane and Thor, her and Jane chatting over each other as usual, a cacophony of noise, the next she fell silent as Thor clutched at his shoulder as the words of his soulmate seared into his skin.

Jane rushed over to peer at her boyfriend’s flesh, intrigued as to what had appeared, but her face fell when she saw, her head whipping around to stare at Darcy.

Darcy, who knew what was going to be revealed there, as sure as she knew that the word “Another!” was etched onto her own skin.

“What does it say, my love? What tender words of yours have formed on my skin?”

Jane laughed, but Darcy knew it was false.

“It says “mew-mew”. I’m always saying that, aren’t I Darce?”

The gauntlet had been thrown down. The end that Darcy had foreseen for her and Jane’s friendship, had finally come. She’s known it since the word had appeared on her shoulder those few years ago, when she’d been able to joke and laugh with the strange man from the sky, the man she’d tased unconscious, the man whose butt she’d checked out regularly . Oh, to go back then, with the knowledge of what was to come.

Jane fancied herself in love with Thor, disbelieving of all the soul-mate ‘mumbo-jumbo’, as she called it. “Two people can make a connection and a life-long commitment to each other without the universe marking them up with the other’s favourite phrase.” Jane believed she had that connection with Thor, but now she knew the truth, a truth Darcy had been hiding from her friend for years, hoping that this day would never come, if only she were careful enough.

Darcy and Thor were soulmates. She wore his word and now, because she couldn’t keep her mouth under control, he wore hers. And there was Jane, passing them off as her own, daring Darcy to correct her, to show her up as a liar.

Darcy sighed. She picked up her bag and stood, and in the most jocular voice she could muster said, “Yeah, Jane is always ‘mew-mew’ this and ‘mew-mew’ that. Congratulations, it’s all official. Anyway, I’ll leave you both to it. See ya later.”

How she managed to get out of the café before bursting into tears, she didn’t know. That was the day she lost both her best-friend and her soulmate, all because she didn’t want to hurt anyone or make a scene.

Three years later.

Darcy clip-clopped along in her heeled boots, trying desperately to keep up with Pepper’s long-legged stride.

“What’s it like to be back, Dr Lewis?”

“A lot warmer here, let me tell you, although I did enjoy Banff. Saw a moose.”

“Well I’m glad that you accepted SI’s offer. Our research division is branching out to astrophysics, and you will be a most welcome addition. We’ve heard so much about you, you already feel like one of the family.”

“Really? Well, that’s very nice, Ms. Potts.”

“Pepper, please.”

“Only if you call me Darcy.”

Pepper stopped by the doors to the elevator, Darcy almost crashing into her.

“Deal. Now, I’m going to take you to the lab floor. Dr. Banner is looking forward to meeting you, and although your fields of study are different, you may cross over from time to time. And Bruce is an absolute sweetie, too.”

The elevator zipped up the tall building, and Darcy decided not to look out the glass window, lest her nausea get worse. When the elevator ‘dinged’ and the door opened, Pepper led her out in a massive, open plan, laboratory space. At one of the machines near the front stood a medium height man, with brown curly hair, sprinkled with grey, sticking up in an unruly mess from his head. He crossed the space and grasped Darcy’s hand in both of his, shaking it firmly and making her wobble.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Dr. Lewis!”

“Likewise, Dr Banner, but it’s Darcy. Dr. Lewis still sounds weird, unless I’m putting down a misogynist.”

Pepper smiled as the two scientists started to techno-speak at each other, realising that she was almost instantly forgotten, which was a good thing in her opinion. It meant that Darcy was going to fit right in.

Two months later, and Darcy was wondering why she hadn’t done this sooner. It wasn’t like this had been the first time SI had offered her a job, but she’d always turned it down before because… well, because of Thor and Jane. She enjoyed working with Bruce. He was a respectful lab partner (okay, there were more than just the two of them in here, but they were the lead scientists), and he was a great sounding board. The work was interesting, pushing the boundaries of known science, and she had all the financial resources she needed.

Darcy had also met some of the other Avengers: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Wanda and Clint. She’d made a brief comment to Bruce about Thor’s absence, to be told he was currently in Asgard. She assumed that Jane was there with him. It sounded like it would be a nice place to visit, and maybe she would, one day.

The days passed, though, in enjoyment of study and discovery. She’d made good friends with Pepper, Tony, Bruce and Rhodey, joining them for drinks every now again.

However, despite all this, she still felt so very lonely; she still returned each night to an empty, albeit messy, apartment. She’d thought about getting a cat for company, but as she’d looked at the desiccated remains of Giles the cactus, she’d realised she wasn’t quite ready for that level of responsibility just yet.

“Mew-mew, Giles, mew-mew.”

Sighing, she picked up her latest failed attempt at keeping something other than herself alive and dropped it in the trash. Well at least she wasn’t miserable all the time, right? That had to count for something.

Another day in the lab. Darcy was concentrating on her work, large cup of coffee by her hand, tongue poking out, as she sorted and manipulated the data on her screen. Bruce was somewhere off, further down the room, Darcy’s station being nearer the door than his. It was a quiet day, and most of the junior scientists had gone out for lunch together.

She looked up, puzzled, as she heard Bruce making his way towards her, his footsteps echoing loudly in the quiet room. He raised his hand, looking at her.

“Hey, I’m glad you could make it.”

Darcy was genuinely confused.

“What do you mean, I’ve been here for the last five hours…” She broke off, sensing a presence behind her. Somehow, she hadn’t noticed the door to the lab opening. She spun on her chair, and it came to a dead stop under the strong grip of a large hand.

Thor looked down at her, his ocean-blue eyes, almost boring into her brown ones.

“Hey Banner, good to see you.” The God of Thunder greeted his friend but didn’t take his eyes off the woman in front of him. “I’m just going to borrow Lady Darcy for a moment. Be back soon.”

Before she could process what was happening, Thor had pulled her up out of her chair by her hand and led her out of the lab. He twisted and turned down the corridors, letting out a sound of triumph as he spied a meeting room. He ushered her in then turned and locked the door behind them.

As the latch clicked, Darcy’s brain seemed to come on-line again.

“What the hell, Thor? I was in the middle of something there.”

The god stalked towards her predatorily, and she backed up instinctively until she was stopped by the meeting table. She gripped the edge behind her like a lifeline, feeling her heartbeat in her chest, and her cheeks flush at the look on his face and how close he was to her.

“It can wait, Darcy.”

She could feel his breath, hot, on her cheek.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have… um… godly duties to perform or something. And where’s Jane? I haven’t seen her in forever.”

She knew she was rambling, but she couldn’t stop. Thor didn’t answer though, just looked down at her with a determined look on his face. His right hand left the table, gently cupping her cheek for an instant, before drifting down to the buttons on her blouse. Without breaking eye-contact he popped the two top buttons.

“Wh… what? Thor! Stop that!” She slapped at his hand, but he just moved his hand to her shoulder, spinning her around, and pulling at her blouse. She realised too late he was baring the skin on her shoulder, the skin that bore her soulmate word.

“I… I can explain…”

“Shh.” Thor traced his fingers over the lettering, soft and gentle and Darcy trembled under his touch.

“I thought we were friends, Darcy, and yet you kept this from me, you kept ‘us’ from me. Let me believe that Jane was the one, when you knew full well, she wasn’t.”

“She was my friend too. And she wanted you so much and I thought���”

“You thought what?” He almost spat the words, the bitterness in them evident. “You thought that by going along with it, somehow we’d all be happy?”

He spun her back around, gripping her upper arms with his hands.

“Do you know how hard I tried because I thought she was my soulmate? Every time I had a doubt, I pushed it aside. I couldn’t work out why nothing I said appeared on her. Then we got in a fight. We were both shouting and that’s when it came out. She told me that I was childish for believing in soulmates, just like you, and that relationships should be based on other things.”

His eyes became glazed with unshed tears, his voice and posture softening.

“I left that night. Walked away. I believe the universe has a plan for all of us, and she belittled me for that belief. And she belittled you, who were apparently her closest friend until you disappeared from her, and my life. I can’t begin to describe how awful and lonely I felt when you left, Darcy. It was like the sunshine had gone.”

Darcy felt her own tears starting to roll down her cheeks, and she collapsed against his solid chest, his arms moving to embrace her.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay; it’s okay, my Sunshine.” His hand stroked her hair as they held each other, letting out their emotions. She breathed in the scent of him, glad that he was wearing regular, normal clothes, instead of his Asgardian garb. The flannel shirt was soft against her face, smelling of that distinct ‘Thor’ smell of ozone, the musky oil he used to condition his beard and something that was a bit like sandalwood.

She wasn’t sure how long she sobbed against him, but as the tears died away Darcy tilted her head up to look at Thor, vaguely aware that her lashes had clumped together and that she’d left some black mascara streaks on his shirt. He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over the tear tracks.

“Darcy, my love, my soul-mate. Please, can I kiss you?” His voice was thick and gruff and vulnerable sounding. It was the most beautiful sound in the world to Darcy’s ears.

“Yes. Please.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it was enough for Thor. He dipped his head, brushing his lips gently over hers, breaking to look at her, to really take in that this was real, before diving back down and kissing her again. Darcy melted into him, not even trying to hold back her feelings, her passion. She swallowed his moans and he did the same in return, one hand still on her face and the other moving from her waist to cup her behind.

Darcy made a little jump, and Thor lifted her at the same time, until her legs were wrapped around his waist, her skirt riding high on her thighs. Thor turned away from the table, pressing her back against the conference room wall and grinding his pelvis against hers, his desire for her more than evident.

“Darcy, I’m not going to lie; I wish to take you upstairs, to my rooms here, and by the time I am done it won’t just be my words etched on your skin, no, I will be etched on your skin. No-one will need to see our shoulders to know that I am yours and you are mine. What say you?

She cocked her head to the side and gave him a bright smile.

“Mew-mew, lover. I can’t wait.”

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Thanks my lovely! Glad you enjoyed the fluff!

A request where Steve finally proposed to bucky after the war ended against thanos

Time after Time

AN: Here you go, Nonnie, a little 'fix-it' for you.

Not beta'd, dividers by @firefly graphics, mini-mood board by me.

Check out my master list

Pairing(s): Steve x Peggy (unrequited), Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 600

CW: Whiff of angst, Love confessions, Fluff.

There’d barely been any time to breathe. The war was won, Thanos defeated, but the cost had been high. Vision was still dead, Bruce badly injured, Natasha dead, and Tony… Steve shook his head. They’d had such a tempestuous relationship, had barely been able to fix it, and now it was too late.

The funerals had been held, and Steve had stood on the platform, ready to return the stones to when they had got them. He was gonna stay, feeling so tired of it all, ready to run away for the first time in his life. He was going to go find Peggy, tell her he wasn’t dead and they could have a life together.

He’d told Bucky. So glad to have his best guy back and wanting to share his decision. Sure, they’d miss each other, but now Bucky could live his life, unhindered by the past. Sam would take care of him, be the friend he needed, Steve was sure of it.

He’d finally landed in 1946, eager to see Peggy, but when he did he found out she’d moved on. He vaguely recognised the man she was with, a veteran from Azzano. He remembered her words from when he’d seen her in the years before she died. She’d told him that she’d lived her life. Got married to a man she loved.

Steve shook his head. How could he take that away from her? And as he watched her smile and laugh with the man she would go on to marry, he realised two things.

Firstly, she’d never looked at him, quite like that.

Secondly, he realised who had.

For all the years of friendship, for everything they’d shared and done together when they were younger, they’d never openly discussed it, because, before the fall, before the crash, it wouldn’t have been possible.

“Rogers, you stupid idiot,” he berated himself. The light of his understanding shone brightly within him now. He dressed back in the Quantum suit and set the controls.

The world shimmered around him, and when his vision cleared he could see Bruce and Sam’s puzzled faces, looking at the controls and Bucky, walking away from the platform, shoulders slumped, hands in pockets.

Releasing his helmet, he launched himself off the platform.

“Buck! Bucky! Wait!”

His best friend, the love of his life, spun around, mouth hanging open in shock.

“What? Steve! You’re here! I thought… Peggy…”

Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist pulling their muscled frames together.

“I was a fool, Bucky. A grade-A, certified, idiot. I was so caught up with what used to be allowed, I didn’t stop to think about what I’m allowed to have in the here and now. Everything I ever wanted was by my side, and here, in the future, I can have it. I… I can have you!”

He suddenly realised that he had made quite a few assumptions and rapidly let go of Bucky and took a small step back.

“I.. err… what I mean is… if you’ll have me?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, before grabbing onto Steve’s shoulders.

“You’ve always had me Stevie. Even when I was gone, you’ve always had me.”

“It’s always been you, Bucky. I was so blind.”

Then Bucky was kissing him, kissing him with passion and need and familiarity. A welcome home, a promise.

They drew back, unheeding of Bruce and Sam’s shocked stares and quiet whispers.

“Buck… I… um… would you marry me?”

“Do you even need to ask, Punk? I’ve already promised you until the end of the line, what did you think I meant?"

“Jerk!”

Steve re-initiated the kiss, and by the time they finished this time they were alone.

No, not alone.

Together.

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I have no idea if your comfy with drags but I would like to request a Drag queen AU where Peter is a drag queen and captures the attention of mob boss tony

Hit me with your best shot

AN: Thanks for his my lovely nonnie. We all know that Peter can rock the drag look after Tom's stunning turn on Lip Synch Battle - that video still makes me feel all funny inside. And let's face it, canon Tony is only a few steps away from being a mob boss anyway.

I don't know why this song came into my head, but there we go.

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Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: Drag Queen! Peter x Mob! Tony

CW: Power imbalance, age gap (Peter mid 20's, Tony 40's), some swearing, inferred danger (cos you know, mob AU)

“...and I can’t believe the boss got bought out. He loved this place.”

“I know, it’s all so havey-cavey, like do we know anything about the new owner?”

“Only that he’s loaded and may have… you know… some ‘ties’...”

Peter listened to his co-workers gossip as he got ready for his shift. He already had his hairnet on, holding his unruly curls out of the way, before smoothing down his eye-brows with a glue stick and starting the long task of applying foundation. Practice had taught him that if he got this stage right, the rest of his make-up would fall into place, as it were. He was also blessed with lovely cheekbones, even if he said so himself, which meant that he could cut down on the amount of contouring.

After sorting out the base layer, he carefully painted his eyebrows back in, slicked on his eyeliner and attached his false eyelashes. A hint of blush, and a sinfully red lipstick completed the first part of his façade.

Moving over to his clothing rail, he shifted hangers along and he pondered his outfit for the night, before making his selection. He slid the purposely ripped, black stockings up his legs, smoothing out the fabric so it wasn’t baggy anywhere, and slid his feet into black, suede ankle boots. He stepped into the black leather, fringed skirt, that only just skimmed his ass, before grabbing the matching bustier.

He looked over his shoulder at one of the others.

“A little help, babe?”

Jade smiled, all black, slicked hair, and green & gold eye make-up, before they sashayed over and started to lace Peter up. Before it was tightened fully, Peter grabbed his breast forms and popped them in place, the fabric of the bustier helping to hold them steady.

“Looking good, little P, hope the new boss enjoys,” Jade purred, before going back to their own preparations, some kind of gold and paste-emerald encrusted leather armour thing going on.

Peter grabbed his 80’s style leather jacket, and slung it on, before picking up the last part of his persona; his wig. The same colour and texture of his own hair, just longer, and bigger. A riot of dark chocolate curls that came down past his shoulders and swayed perfectly when he strutted.

He put it on, and looked in the mirror. Penny Darker, drag-queen extraordinaire looked back.

Grabbing his vodka and soda, he knocked it back, like he did before every show. The warm-up act had finished and it was almost his turn.

Peter had been working at The Sword and Shield club for just over a year, starting as a bartender just to make some cash, before the queens had taken him under their collective wings. He’d known he was gay since his mid-teens, but something about this environment just allowed him to come to grips with himself like in no way before. It wasn’t long before he was helping the girls get ready, running errands, tightening corsets, fixing crooked wigs and then, before he knew it, they were fixing him up with their cast offs and getting him to do the warm-up act.

He’d loved it, feeling alive and in control, and even more to his surprise, the patrons, and the boss, had loved it as well. Okay, Mr Hammer made him feel a bit ‘icky’ whenever he’d looked at Peter, but apparently he wasn’t going to have that problem anymore.

At some point over the weekend the club, and apparently all of Justin’s assets, had been, wel, seized; appropriated, by someone unnamed, but who the rumour mill was equal parts in awe of and scared of. All the staff, from the top Queen, Starlight, down to the pot washer, Kevin, were wondering if the new owner was going to show tonight, to check on his ‘investment’.

“Hey! Miss P, you’re on in five!.”

Peter was dragged out of his thoughts by Clint, the stage hand.

“Any colour in your lights this evening?”

“No thanks, Clint, just plain lights, but maybe throw some flashes and things in, yeah? You know the song.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

He climbed back up into his booth, where he queued the music and sorted the lighting rig. Peter started to bounce up on the balls of his toes and shook out his arms before doing a few warm up stretches. He ran through the song in his head. He already knew it like the back of his hand, but the key to a good performance was flawless lip-syncing.

He was so involved with his prep, just off stage, that he didn’t notice the quiet commotion out front, a susurration that whipped around the main lounge as a dark haired man in an exquisite suit walked in, flanked by two men who could only be described as body-guards. The patrons at the centre front table were quickly moved, much to their disappointment, before the be-suited man took his seat, a tumbler of whiskey appearing as if by magic. His guards remained standing at the back, where they had a full view of the front-of-house.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between, the Sword and Shield Club is proud to present, the Queen from Queens, Miss Penny Darker!”

Clint’s voice came out over the tannoy, as he dimmed the house lights and focussed the main spots on centre stage. Peter took a deep breath and swayed out onto the boards as the music started, his lips moving in perfect time.

You're a real tough cookie

With a long history

Of breaking little hearts like the one in me

That's okay, lets see how you do it

Put up your dukes, let's get down to it

The drums kicked in and he popped his hips back and forth in time before starting to dance with more vigour.

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

Peter spotted the man at the front table, someone he didn’t recognise, but anyone who sat at the front of a drag show knew what they were getting into. He dropped to his knees on the edge of the stage and crooked finger at the man, who smiled coyly in return.

You come on with the come on

You don't fight fair

That's okay, see if I care!

Knock me down, it's all in vain

I get right back up on my feet again!

Peter jumped back onto his feet, glad he hadn’t gone with heels too tall, and pulled finger guns at the guy, winking at him, before turning his attention to the other nearby tables and giving them the finger guns too.

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

He dropped down from the stage and swayed across the space to perch on the front table, taking the mystery man’s tie in his hands and toying with it.

You're a real tough cookie with a long history

Of breaking little hearts like the one in me

Before I put another notch in my lipstick case

You better make sure you put me in my place!

Peter reached out and ruffled the guy’s hair, before dancing away, around the near-by space, popping his hips and throwing his hands up in the air as the song went to its finale.

Hit me with your best shot...

C'mon!

Hit me with your best shot...

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away!

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

As the song faded out, he danced off, heading backstage by the curtain that was out on the main floor, looking back over his shoulder and aiming another wink at the main table.

He walked back past Clint throwing him a grin, but was taken aback by the shocked look on the stage-hands face.

“What? I thought that went really well. The new face seemed to like it.”

“Um, kid, I think that might be our new boss. Came in with a couple of heavies whilst you were prepping.” Peter’s eyes went wide.

“What?” His voice came out like a squeak. “Fuck, I just embarrassed myself, didn’t I?”

“As you said, he seemed to like it. At least he got to find out first hand what our customer service is like. That’s gotta be good, yeah?”

Peter’s shoulders slumped - just what he needed. Bloody Parker luck!

“Thanks for your hard work Clint. I’ll see you in a bit at the bar once I’ve de-frocked.”

He headed back to the dressing room, trying, and failing, not to overthink. He barely registered the air kisses and shoulder pats from the others as they congratulated him on his performance, just glad he wasn’t scheduled to floor walk this evening. Scott, the manager, knew he had college on Tuesday mornings, and Monday wasn’t a busy night, so let Peter come in, do his one contracted performance and then head out. He made up for it by floor-walking on both Friday and Saturday nights, unless it was his one-scheduled weekend off every six weeks.

Peter sat down at his dressing table, and dragged the wig off his head, placing it on it’s stand. Reaching around behind him, he loosened the strings on his bustier, so he could breathe and move better, before peeling off his lashes and throwing them in the bin. With the most uncomfortable parts of his outfit dealt with, he took a moment to sit, sipping on the new vodka and soda that was waiting for him and letting the familiar sounds of the room wash over him.

The relative peace only lasted a minute before the sound of clomping footsteps rang out and all the queens turned round to look. The two large men who’d come in with the new boss strode into the dressing room, their size imposing as they took up most of the small space.

“Alright, ladies. Everyone, except Miss Darker, out,” barked the blond of the pair. Jade turned and gave Peter a sympathetic look and an affectionate squeeze, before walking out with the others, hips swaying and glaring at the two goons. Peter sighed, and picked up his holdall, starting to sweep all his make-up and jewellery into it, barely registering that the two bodyguards had left the room to stand just outside the door.

“Make sure we’re not disturbed.”

“Right you are, boss.”

The door closed and Peter swivelled on his stool to regard the man he’d been flirting with during his performance. Without the stage lights in his eyes, he could get a better look at him. Tall, although nowhere near the height of his bodyguards, the man walked into the room with the air of a man who knows his importance and wants to make sure others know it as well. His suit, a dark grey, was perfectly tailored to fit. His brown hair, a few shades darker than Peter’s own, was immaculately styled, and his beard, moustache and goatee were trimmed into the sharpest lines. It was his eyes, however, which drew all focus. Dark and intense, there was no way to look away from them, and the way the man kept his gaze on Peter made the young man just want to sink to his knees.

“And what do I call you when you aren’t in your persona?”

Peter gaped like a fish, running the palm of his right hand down his skirt, before realising how ineffectual that was when wearing leather, and grabbed his towel, drying his sweaty hand that way, before thrusting it out.

“Um, Parker. Peter Parker.”

The man’s lips quirked up at the corners, but he kept his own hands in his pockets.

“You’re a talented young man. Good looking too. You may have guessed by now that I’m your new boss…”

“Yes, and I’m terribly sorry if I embarrassed you sir, it’s just you were sitting at the front and…”

Two strides and the man was in front of Peter, his hand coming out of his pocket, silencing with a finger across his lips.

“I wasn’t embarrassed. Not at all.” The man’s hand shifted to cup Peter’s cheek and the young queen’s eyes fluttered, heat zipping through his body. “You intrigue me, Mr Parker, as no-one has in a while, and I find I want to know you better; find out who you are under all that pan-stick.” His other hand slid down Peter’s ribcage to settle just above his hip. “Would you like to know me better, Peter?” He lowered his head, plump lips almost brushing against Peter’s jaw, breathing in the hitched breath. “I could be good to you, baby boy. Would you like that?”

Peter couldn’t hold back the small needy whine. There was something about this man, his aura, his charisma. He exuded power and danger, but oh, Peter was ready to risk it all, just to be close to him. The man’s fingers were almost burning him where they rested against his body, his hot breath imbuing Peter with life where it ghosted against him. Peter swayed, his hands reaching out for the man’s jacket to steady himself.

Then, suddenly, his new boss took a step back. Peter caught himself on the edge of his dressing table, eyes snapping open. They met a dark pair of mischievous ones, and it took him a moment to realise he was being handed a small card. He took it, without looking, and clutched it to his chest, which was heaving under his breast forms.

“Give me a call, sweetheart, but don’t make me wait too long. I don’t like waiting.” With that, the man turned on his heels and headed out of the door.

Peter looked down at the card in his hand, aroused and confused. It took a moment for his eyes to focus, but when they did he dropped down onto his stool in shock. He read the card, over and over, each time thinking that it might say something different; but it didn’t.

His new boss, the man who had basically propositioned him, was Tony Stark, head of the local mafia; a man not to be underestimated or crossed under any circumstances. Rich, powerful and not above getting his hands dirty to make a statement.

Fuck!

What was he going to do now?

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