#tony hate his children

[pharawee]

#(but haha how painful would this scene be if kenta was tony's real son) - I believe it!!!! Sure, Kenta's line about how Tony "is the person who gave me life” could just be ~metaphorical than literal but I'm choosing to take it as confirmation. And yes it makes it so much worse :(((

@aejeonghae came up with the idea and I just ran with it but negl it makes so much sense.

For someone who prides himself on how special his adoptive sons are, imagine the shame and hatred he'd feel towards an entirely ordinary child. That child would go through literal hell just for being "proof" of Tony's failure - very much like Kenta did.

[harleyification]

I think we all should make it an incentive to have Harley and Riri have either A.) an amazing sibling dynamic that we all wanted/had from our own siblings, or B.) an intense rivalry that we all know the Starklings are capable of. No in between. Harley either loves or fights Tony's other children.

[rxmqnova]

So i was thinking about, Wanda and Yn are friends, and Yn is in love with her but always putting her feelings on a side.

Wanda went to the supermarket and came back a bit upset because they couldn't find i don't know, her favourite chips or cookies, and while everyone said that next time they will have it, Yn without everyone noticed went to other places looking for it, until she found it and came back with a bag full of those. So she asked where she was and everyone was with a amused smile and telling her she was in her room. Yn went in there, and told Wanda that she has a surprise and give her the bag, she cried a bit, and you know they said their feelings to each other in a cute way hahaha.

And you can write like, two weeks later, when they are cuddling in the sofa and someone came with a box for Wanda and It was the chips or cookies, that Yn order because she didn't want to see Wanda upset for not having it and Wanda was shocked and look at her while Yn was with a grin on her face, so Wanda hugged her a gave her a kiss.

Cookies

NO ONE'S POV Carrying a bag full of groceries, Wanda lets out a sigh. It was her turn to go grocery shopping this week and as always, she was excited to buy her favorite cookies.

She wouldn't be upset if they were any other cookies, but those are exactly the ones her and her twin brother Pietro loved when they were children. Ever since the tragic accident that caused Pietro's death, she's been always buying a box of those cookies whenever she went to the store as it reminds her of him.

All of the Avengers are currently sitting at the dining table, sharing a look when they notice Wanda's odd behavior. The witch has usually smile on her face, but now there's no smile.

"Wands? Are you okay?" Y/N questions, breaking the silence that's been filling the room.

Getting no response Y/N stands up and walks over to Wanda, helping her with the groceries.

"What happened?" Y/N asks once again.

"They didn't have cookies, the ones I always buy" Wanda sighs.

"Oh god, is this what's this all about? You'll just buy them next time" Tony rolls his eyes, making Y/N feel bad for Wanda. She knows how much those simple cookies mean to her.

"They'll surely have them next time" Natasha says with a soft smile, only to receive a hum from the witch in response.

Once the groceries out of the bag and on the right places, Wanda disappears to her room while Y/N joins the rest of the team at the table again, though her mind can't stop thinking about how to make Wanda happier.

Y/N hates to see Wanda sad, she'd do anything to make her feel better. She's been in love with her for as long she can remember, but she still hasn't said Wanda anything, worried it might ruin their friendship.

It doesn't take long until Y/N sneaks out of the kitchen and walks into the garage. She gets into her car and drives to a store, a different one Wanda went to, with hope to find Wanda's cookies.

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A smile is playing on Y/N's lips as she's walking to the living room where are the others' voices heard, carrying a bag full of wanted cookies. She took every single box that was in the store.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion when she scans the room and doesn't see Wanda anywhere.

"Guys? Have you seen Wanda?" Y/N questions, all eyes suddenly on her.

"I think she's still in her room. But what's that?" Natasha asks with a smirk, knowing well about the crush Y/N has on the witch.

I mean… all of the Avengers know the two like each other, it's just so obvious. They find it amusing to see how Y/N's cheeks always heat up when Wanda tells her something nice. Or how Wanda's trying to find any opportunity to just give Y/N a hug or tuck a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear.

"Nothing, just some cookies for Wanda" Y/N explains, quickly turning around and disappearing to avoid a potential teasing.

The others let out quiet laughs, watching with amused smiles as Y/N rushes out.

"Wands?" Y/N calls, knocking at the door of Wanda's room which opens a few seconds later. "Hi, I-I have something for you. Can I come in?" She smiles, receiving a nod from the witch as she stands aside and lets Y/N in.

Wanda sits on her bed, curiously watching her friend and wondering what's in the bag Y/N's holding.

"I. Hm. I just don't like seeing you sad, so… I-I got you this" Y/N hands Wanda the bag, her cheeks turning red as she's watching Wanda peek inside.

"Y/N, I… you went to the store to buy me cookies?" Wanda questions, now looking at Y/N who nods, her cheeks red while she's avoiding any possible eye-contact with the witch.

"I know how much they mean to you, so I thought that if I buy you some it would make you feel better" Y/N mumbles out, playing with her fingers and still avoiding eye-contact.

"Y/N/N" Wanda whispers, her eyes filled with tears from the nice gesture. She stands up, pulling Y/N in for a tight hug. "Thank you" She smiles warmly, wiping her tears away.

"That was nothing" Y/N blushes hard, turning her face away which doesn't go unnoticed by Wanda as she lets out a chuckle.

"It wasn't nothing, Y/N. No one has ever done anything like this for me. So I'm asking why?" Wanda asks, a smile playing on her lips as she's looking Y/N in the eyes.

"… Because I like you" Y/N mumbles out, her gaze fixed on the ground in case Wanda wouldn't feel the same.

Wanda's smile widens, she lifts Y/N's head up with her fingers to look her in the eyes before speaking again.

"I like you too, Y/N/N, so much" Wanda confesses. "I should have told you earlier, but I wasn't sure if you feel the same"

"Really? I… so if I asked you out on a date… would you say yes?" Y/N asks, a little surprised by the fact Wanda really likes her back.

"Well, ask me and you'll see" Wanda teases, receiving a playful roll of eyes from Y/N.

"Will you go on a date with me?" Y/N questions with a smile, receiving a smile back.

"Yes, of course. I will be happy to"

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Two weeks later…

The cookies Y/N bought for Wanda two weeks ago are now all gone. Wanda gave a few boxes to the other Avengers and the rest she ate with Y/N.

And Y/N being the good girlfriend she is, she noticed, so she has a little surprise for Wanda.

The pair is currently cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together when they get interrupted by the doorbell.

"I'll get it" Wanda sighs, sitting up and leaving the living room. Y/N's quick to follow with a smile on her face, knowing who only just rang the doorbell.

When she arrives to the the front door, Wanda's already holding a box of her favorite cookies and thanking the guy that brough it.

Wanda's absolutely confused and shocked, but it's all clear to her when she turns around and finds her girlfriend watching her with a huge smile on her face which brings a grin to Wanda's face.

"Thank you" Wanda says, wrapping arms around Y/N and pulling her in for a tight hug.

"No problem, I'll make sure you never run out. You have a personal stocker now" Y/N teases, making Wanda let out a laugh.

"You're such an idiot sometimes… my idiot" Wanda smiles, connecting her lips with Y/N's for a loving kiss.

It took them long enough to finally confess their feelings for each other, but it was definitely worth the wait.

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I'm single as a pringle, but HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!! <33

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[fotibrit]

Crack fic i need

need tony mentioning that he created an element randomly and peter remembering his younger self being pissed off he had to re-memorize the new periodic table, and going off on Tony. Peter holds it over tonys head every time tony teases him. "you messed up my handwritten periodic table" "my science teacher hated you"

Tony giving an official apology to all inconvenienced nerdy children and science teachers from that era.

[lovewithmary]

(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: kinda short chapter but the reconciliation chapter may or may not be coming soon. either the next chapter or the chapter after that. we'll see though

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"How much do you think it costs to buy an F1 Team?"

"Papa, you can't buy Ferrari—"

"Why not? As much as I hate to admit it, I actually like your boyfriend and he seems talented enough to win a WDC, if it wasn't for the shit tractor and shit strategies," Tony said.

Tony, as much as he wanted to hate Charles, had been won over by the Monegasque. Even if Tony was rooting for Max, he wouldn't be too mad if Evie would end up being with Charles. Or, better yet, he'd be happy if she would end up with both of them.

"Tony," Pepper warned.

"I'll wear you out about the F1 Team eventually," Tony said.

"Just like you did when you asked her to marry you," Evie commented, making Pepper smile and Charles stifle a laugh out of shock from beside her.

"Okay, that's it. Your name won't be on the F1 Team when I buy Ferrari," Tony said.

"I'm a Stark, my name would be on the Team name regardless," she shot back at her father.

Before Tony could say something back, Pepper had dragged him away, leaving Charles and Evie alone. "Would your dad actually buy Ferrari," Charles questioned, making her sigh.

"Who knows at this point. Papa's got more money than he knows what to do with it and he's always wanted a team," she told Charles.

"He seemed to like you, though,"

"Really? I didn't think he knew who I was until he called me your boyfriend,"

"Trust me, he does. If he didn't like you, he wouldn't offer to buy your team. It is Tony Stark's love language; giving gifts to tell people he likes them," Evie said.

"I noticed it's also yours," Charles commented, having received a watch from her that costs more than his Pista, and he nearly dropped the watch at the sight of it.

"I suppose I do like you as well. Just a little bit though," she teased, putting her hand up and moving her pointer finger and thumb as close together as possible without touching, signifying how "little" she liked him.

"Oh, just a little bit, amor? You weren't saying that last night," Charles teased back, grabbing her waist in order to pull her close to him.

"Leclerc! Just because you're dating my daughter does not mean I should have to see you commit cannibalism on her!" Tony called out, making Sam and Bucky ooh and ahh at them like they were children.

Pepper tried stopping her husband but the people around them were already looking at Evie and Charles. Meanwhile, Steve was trying his hardest to give the couple some kind of semblance of privacy, turning around to not look at them in the eye. Wanda and Natasha were explaining to Thor and Vision that Charles wasn't actually trying to eat Evie. And Peter was trying his best to not let Morgan run away and explore.

Evie rolled her eyes, and rested her forehead on Charles' chest, groaning at the absurdity of her family. "They're your family. You love them. You love them." She chanted, trying to remember or else she might end up killing them.

[marleyybluu]

Differences

husband!Rio x f!black!OC ( Toni - no relation to Miss Braxton.)

Word count: 3.2k

Content warning: 18+, smut out the ass, riding, fingering, p in v, creampie, use of the word cock sorry oops, baby-making boogie, doubts about marriage, doubts about kids, fluff, Rio being in love, lot of switching between his names, allusion to food play if you squint hard enough (?). lmk if I missed any.

A/N: this was orginally for... someone else iykyk mind your business, but I switched last minute. Also I gave Rio a middle name lol

(Not my gif, found off Pinterest. but FUCK ME he looks good)

They'd been married for four years. They enjoyed their marital life, going on various trips, spending their money all willy-nilly since it was just the two of them, having parties at their house every holiday but something was missing. At least for Toni. She always wanted to be a mother, children invaded her heart and soul her whole life. Her sisters had children that she loved to babysit, she was even in the delivery room a few times. She'd become a teacher for the sole purpose of spending her days with young ones, making a difference in their lives and loving them wholeheartedly as much as she could.

But it seemed like Rio wasn't in the same boat. Which was stupid because they made sure to have this discussion before they got married and he was on board one hundred percent, Toni wanted to make her husband a father, she wanted to see him cradle a little blanket in his arms, she wanted to see him snuggling next to the chubbiest cheeks and she wanted to see his face light up at their first word but, again, he seemed to not want it for himself.

It was frustrating.

She'd let the four years pass, it was a good time window, they had time to get their lives together and buy a house, fully furnish it, settle into a decent neighbourhood and buy an SUV to fit the little family they dreamed of.

Toni even made sure to let him know when she was ovulating, the perfect opportunity to try and make a child, but he'd shrivel up and disappear when she brought it up. Then she'd spend her nights quietly doubting his interest in kids, his interest in her.

They hadn't spoken in four days, the aftermath of their first real argument, the vibes in the house were heavy and sometimes a bit awkward. She even started staying late at work to avoid him even longer.

They weren't all that selfish, they still said good morning and good night but that was about it. Little to her knowledge it was killing Rio. He hated the silent treatment from her, she was his girl they talked all the time, this had been the best relationship he'd ever been in, he didn't want to fuck it up but it felt like he already did.

He tried sneaking his way back into her heart by leaving little love notes, cooking her favourite meals and turning on her favourite shows in hopes she'd join him on the couch but all he got was the cold shoulder and he understood. He fucked up big time.

"I'm ovulating." She stated plainly. Rio just blinked and shrugged. She groaned. "Christopher, I can't do this anymore, I'm dropping hints that I want to start trying and you... you ignore me."

"I'm not ready."

"When will you be? Because I am."

He chuckled nervously. "Come on, Toni, we cannot be parents. We'll fuck it up."

The look on her face sent his heart into the pit of his stomach, her eyes glossy with tears coming in, and a harsh; "Fuck you, Christopher!"  To follow suit. It stung hearing those words, if she ever said them it was more so in a playful manner but this time she had rage, anger behind her words and rightfully so. But tonight he was determined to make amends, he could not keep living like this.

It was Friday, and Toni decided she'd come home a little earlier. Rio sat up quickly at the sound of her car door slamming and the keys on her keychain jingling as she sifted for the house key. The door opened and he tried his best to keep his cool. "Hi, darlin." He greeted.

"Hey." She said in the most monotone voice he'd ever heard. "Hungry?" He asked. "Nah, I'm cool."

Toni slipped off her shoes and crept up the stairs to their room, she placed her purse on a chair nearby and sighed, just ready to shower and lay down for the rest of the weekend. She walked past their bathroom intending to head to her Vanity but a red spot on the floor caught her eye, and then another... and another. But they weren't spots, they were rose petals, a trail of them leading up to the tub that was already filled with water, the smell of her lavender bath bomb invading her senses. On the counter were a few lit candles and her little speaker so she could play music.

She swallowed her smile and headed back to the room to collect her clothes for the night. Meanwhile, Rio was finishing the final touches on his persuasive dinner downstairs. He made Macaroni just the way she taught him, some rice and chicken, even topped it off with a red velvet cake... okay so he bought the cake but it was the thought that counted right?

He set up the table for both of them to eat together, he set up the forks and knives on the table with a small vase of her favourite flower, pink Dahlia's. His palms were suddenly sweaty, tonight was make or break. If he didn't fix things tonight he had no idea where they would stand after.

Almost an hour later, Toni decided she'd close the distance between them only because she was hungry. Her feet pressed against the carpeted stairs as she descended onto the main floor, the living room was empty, Rio left whatever he was watching on pause. Her head whipped over to the kitchen smelling a lovely fragrance, she followed the trail and stopped in her tracks at the opening to the kitchen. She watched as Rio scrambled to plate their food, she tilted her head and smiled lightly, her eyes slowly forming into hearts. Oh, how she loved him.

"Do you want help?" She asked making her presence known, Rio shook his head. "Just sit and be pretty." She giggled. "I have no problem doing that."

She sat around the table, her eyes landing on the Dahlia's, her smile widened. "You got these for me?"

"Of course," He replied walking with two plates in his hand like a waiter, he put hers down first and then his. "Any drink requests?" He asked. She motioned her finger in a 'come here' motion, his eyebrows knitting with confusion but following her non-verbal instruction, she cupped his face pulling him even closer until their lips, moulding into one. She'd been wanting to kiss him for days, she didn't know if she could ever hold a grudge this long again.

The kiss was quick, just a little show of appreciation. She could see a light shade of pink take over his cheekbones. "Do we have any wine?"

"Went and got two new bottles." He says matter of factly. Toni pecked his lips again before sending him off for her drink. He grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle. "You're going to drink wine?" She asked in utter confusion. He couldn't stand wine, his famous line was 'I don't know how you drink this shit.'

He shrugged sitting down. "I can drink wine."

"Christopher... baby you hate wine."

"I can learn to like it."

She knew he was doing everything to soften her up, but the look on his face when he took a first sip was priceless. "Go and get a beer, leave me and my wine alone." He chuckled and quickly grabbed a bottle from the fridge.

The two sat and actually conversed for the first time in four days. It was nice. They talked without missing a beat, he was making her smile and laugh, she told him about the kids at work and the twinkle in her eye at the smallest mention of them was beautiful. She truly loved her students, they made her day every day with the silly stuff they'd say to her. He was in love with how motherly she could be toward everyone, how forgiving she was of anyone and especially of him. He didn't deserve her and he'd made it known numerous times and in the same amount she'd reassured him that he was just for her.

In the middle of her ramble, she noticed the way he was staring at her and suddenly she became shy. "What?" She asked. "I love you, mama."

"I love you too, Christopher."

He shook his head vigorously. "No, I love you more than you could ever imagine, Toni. And I am so so sorry for what I said."

She sighed. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. You will be an amazing mom to our kids and I couldn't picture anyone else having them, shit I couldn't even picture having a family until you came, it wasn't in the cards for me." He confessed. "My whole life has changed and I'm forever grateful for it. I want it to keep changing."

She tugged on her bottom lip, trying her best to swallow her tears. "When I saw how my words affected you, baby, my heart broke. I never want to be the reason you're sad. Never. I've missed you these few days. I need you back. I'm sorry."

Toni was speechless, her lips parted to say something but how do you respond to the sweetest apology ever?

Her eyes darted between his pretty brown ones, she stood up and walked over to him, swinging her leg over his she planted herself comfortably on his lap. His hands instantly rested on her hips. She didn't say anything, just leaned down and kissed him and he could swear that on her lips he could taste his past, his present and his future and she was there for every step, for every second. He wouldn't dare say such foolishness to her again.

Toni could feel a little poke through his sweats, she quietly moaned into his mouth, his hands exploring her warm chestnut skin under her shirt, his fingers trickling down her back. His lips moved to her chin and down to her neck to the spot he knew oh so well, his facial hair tickling her skin only adding to the sensation and a ray of goosebumps formed on her skin. "Christopher...mmm." Was all she could mutter, her hips involuntarily moving back and forth desperately searching for friction to soothe the aching of her clit. He got the message though, firmly splaying his hands under her ample ass, he stood up and she wrapped her legs around him.

He was halfway out of the kitchen when he realized; "Wait, I got you a red velvet cake."

Toni laughed, and she kissed his forehead, god he was so cute. "Boy, forget the cake. Take me upstairs and you can eat a different cake."

Rio raised his eyebrows, didn't have to tell him twice. "That's why I married yo ass girl."

She gladly hung off of him while he carried her up the stairs and once they made it to the room he dropped her on the bed, her sweet laughter filled the room. He settled between her legs, peppering her with kisses and affection. "I can't wait to see you, walking around here with a little belly, carrying around our love." He twitched at the thought and she noticed. A small surprised look on her face. "Is the thought of me pregnant... turning you on?"

"No." He quickly denied it. "Christopher Javier Martínez, yes it does." She teased reaching in between them to cup his hardening erection. "Mm, so you want to fill me up? Hm?" Her voice was so smooth and silky yet seductive, her lips pressing against his only for a moment. "You want to see me carrying your baby around? How swollen and plump my breasts are gonna get? Practically spilling over my tops."

"Toni." He groaned. She giggled but her taunting was cut short when he reached into her (well, his) boxers, his fingers teasing her slit, her wetness coating him. Her back arched as he quickly dipped his fingers inside her heat and back out. "Stop playin' with me." She moaned. "Why?"

Her shirt slid up her torso and past her breasts exposing her erect nipples, his mouth quickly latching onto one, his tongue swirling around her pretty brown areolas, so delicious. His free hand massaged her other one, his thumb and index fingers playing with her nipple. Her back arched and her legs squirm under him.

"Christopher, baby, please." She whined. He chuckled and something about was kind of sinister like his intent was to tease her all night until she begged for what she wanted. He popped her nipple out of his mouth, planting a kiss on it before moving on to the next, his hips grinding into hers pressing his clothed cock on her needy clit. "Yes... oh, I need more, please." She gasped.

He kissed between the valley of her breasts, down her torso and finally reaching his destination above the band of her underwear, he tugs them off in almost a hungry manner, his mouth attaching to her pussy like a magnet. His tongue going to work on her clit, his thumb caressing the rest of her slit. Toni's entire body shivered, her legs slowly closing around his head, he used his free hand to smack her inner thigh, she squealed and spread them out, holding the under of her thighs for support.

Her eyes glided to the back of her head, she squirmed, her back arching just a little bit. "Oh... y-yeah." Her toes cracked while pleasure coursed through her veins. Rio hummed against her sensitive nub, his own hips losing themselves as he hunched against the mattress with neediness. Her thighs trembled as they partially rested on his shoulders. She moaned and whined, whimpered and croaked as he devoured her existence.

"fuck, baby, I'm so close." She warned with her jaw slacked as the hairs on her arm stood, her body stiffened, her nails scratched at his scalp with appreciation and love as he carried her through the tantalizing loops of her orgasm.

She was dripping down his beard and he smiled against her thigh, his teeth gently biting on the flesh. "Oh!... Mr. Martinez." She giggled. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing on her chin. "I'm so glad I married you." She hummed running her nails over his skin. "Hm, I love you, ma." He cooed pressing a kiss to her nose. Rio slid off his sweats and boxers, dick sliding between her soaking folds. Her hand reached between them wrapping her fingers around his well-sized shaft.

Their lips connect as she guides him inside her soft walls. She gasped and softly moaned as he eased his way in until she was stuffed. Toni wrapped her legs around his waist. "You good?" Just checking. She nodded, too full to speak. His lips occupied her neck, her mind in the clouds as he fucked her stupid. Mutters and mumbles of "fuck me! Yes!" Or "right there!" As he skillfully worked his hips. He held her close, his face buried in the curve of her neck. His thrusts were hard and slow, he was making her feel every inch, every bit of stretch he provided.

Her high creeping its way into her bones, her moans became louder as he consistently tapped against her g-spot. There was no way he was about to make her nut again in such a short amount of time. He could feel her juicy walls contracting around him, hugging him so tight. "You're so wet for me, huh, my pretty baby?" 

Toni's jaw slacked while he talked to her, nibbling on her ear. "So fucking wet, can feel it dripping down my balls, fuck." 

She whined. "I can't-��shit! shit! ooooh!" 

He chuckles as he pulls out, regrettably at that. Toni cried out, her climax so close yet so far. Rio fell onto the bed, slapping her thigh he said, "Get on top." 

She sucked her teeth, in no mood to be on top, still irritated from being denied her needs. Rio pinched her and she yelped. "Ow! You dick!" She laughed slapping his arm. "Hurry up and get on this dick." He urged pulling her arm to help her over. She swung her leg across his body, perching herself on his lap like earlier. His dick resting perfectly against one of her cheeks. She looked down at him and he was so fucking pretty. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, her eyes landing on that notorious Eagle tattoo on his throat then down over the rest that he had scattered on his body, she moaned at that alone. 

She leaned forward, raising her hips and skillfully lining him up with her entrance, no hands needed. She watched as his rosy lips parted slightly and a small crease in between his eyebrows formed when they came together. "Fuuuuck." He dragged out feeling his dick be re-enveloped in her velvety walls. Toni moved her hips back and forth with one goal in mind, to get herself off. She used her knees as leverage to lift her hips up and back down, her ass jiggling when colliding with his thighs. With her lip between her teeth, her head tossed back she got to work on him. 

Rio's hands gladly squeezed at her sides, her moans filling the room once again. "You're so fucking pretty on top of me, mama." He encouraged, but he truly meant it, she looked like a fucking angel. "Oh god, oh god... fuck yes, Rio!" He felt himself twitch, his wife rarely called him by his street name, she only did it when she wanted to tease him, loved to do it when they were around others. 

He groaned spanking her. She smiled, a hazy look in her eyes. "What's my name, mama?" 

Toni cried out, her head falling forward as she bounced out her orgasm. "Fu-fuuuck, Rio!" 

"Squeezing this dick so fuckin' tight, come on..." He sat up hooking his arm around her waist, his tongue darting out to the underside of her breast, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. Toni sang out his name, her back arched and her eyes rolled. He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, her body going limp. "Shit! Oh... Toni, I'm comin' baby." He growled through gritted teeth, he pressed his forehead against her sternum and she softly smiled feeling his warm seed spread inside her. "Fuck... that feels so good." She giggled, she was cock drunk. He kissed her glistening skin. 

They stayed like that for a moment, she kissed the top of his head, her hands on his shoulders as she slowly pushed him onto his back again, she climbed off of him and sighed in satisfaction. "You want something to drink?" He asked, she shook her head. "Nah, you gotta hydrate ma. I'm making sure I put a baby in you tonight." He laughed lightly smacking her thigh. Her cheeks warmed as a smile fell onto her face. 

She watched as Rio, naked and all, left the room to go downstairs. "Bring the cake too!"Toni shouted, he could just hear the smirk in her voice.

"You are so nasty!" He yelled back.

 "You love it though!" 

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[stxar-pvnk]

Irondad twitter au,

Tony who was forced to make a twitter account for "good pr" from pepper

Keeps getting these replies on his twitter account from people trying to hate tony.

But the world is blowing up about this mysterious kid who simultaneously insults Tony and the guy making fun of Tony.

Insert; Tonys twitter post being something sciency like:

@tonystarkoffical: Bringing the newest tech, to you, starkphone.

The replies: cool! Great! Looking forward to it

@Greg102: this is lame as💀

@Peterthenerdstar:

you know what else is lame Gregory the fact that your hating on a science revolved post, against a multibillionaire genius who generally either won't care or won't be seeing your comment, because your sad and lonely, and trying to hide the fact that since your wife and children have left you, you have nothing left to hate on but yourself. Go get yourself a job, your lame.

@Tonystarkofficial: I like this kid.

@Peterthenerdstar: nu-uh.

[shanastoryteller]

Merry Christmas Grandma!! Three faced goddess was so cool?!? I need to know what happens next!🎅🏻☃️

a continuations of 1 2

Tony thinks that it’s probably selfish of him (knows that it’s selfish of him) but he never wanted to be king.

It wasn’t even an option, really. Greg was so much older than him and hated him from the day he was born. He thought that a spare made him expendable and he’d always hated that, even though Tony was so clearly not planned.

He’d been right, in the end.

There should have been more of them, Tony should have grown up with plenty of siblings, because everyone says that the Starks rule by divine right and the lack of Starks really makes the devout nervous. But his mother had struggled to have Greg and ten years later they’d thought having Tony really would kill her.

Before the accident and he’d had a crown forced on his head, he’d thought that would be his real contribution to the kingdom. Marrying who he was told and having a half dozen or so kids to run through the castle so people would stop fretting.

Then he was the last Stark left alive and there was a war and even though he knew he had a duty to secure the line of succession, it just didn’t seem possible. Turning a foreign royal or one of his own ambitious nobles into a princess and mother of his children had sounded fine, had been something he’d discussed with Rhodey as they plotted and planned how to live their lives outside the constraints of propriety.

But making one of them his queen? Impossible.

He needs someone he can trust to rule, in case the worst should happen. He needs someone who he can trust to rule even if it shouldn’t, so he has the freedom to actually help with this war that he’s found himself in the middle of instead of staying safe and useless in the castle.

Rhodey could help manage his soldiers and plan their battles and would stay by his side every minute that he could, but Tony needed something more, something that he never would have needed if he’d simply stayed a prince.

He needed a wife he could trust.

He got so, so lucky with Pepper.

“I met your champion,” she says, curled into his side with her head on his chest. He always runs hot now with the star living under his skin. It’s a cold night but they’re only covered by a sheet, trapping the heat he gives off around them. “Very pretty.”

“Hey,” he says, but he’s smiling. “He is that. Does he seem like he’s doing okay? I feel bad having him fight so soon, but he insisted. I guess it’s familiar.”

“War is war,” she agrees. “Yes. He spoke fondly of you.”

He blinks down at her, perplexed. “He did?”

Pepper’s lips twitch. “Edward you. He did make a pointed comment about the king’s absence that I graciously ignored.”

He saw Steve literally two days ago! But he is missing some important information. “It’s not my fault I met him as Edward first! You know they found him at the edge of the North border and he literally fought his way through battle that was in his way? Who does that? If I showed up seventy years in the future I’d need a stiff drink and a nap before anything else not to jump into work.”

“You know he needs the distraction,” she says. He’s trying to work on that but it’s hard when there’s a literal war going on. When it’s over, they’ll all get a chance to rest. “You could tell him the truth.”

No one knows the truth, not all of it, except for Rhodey and Pepper. “He already worries about me too much – both as Edward and the Iron Mage. If he knows not only are they same person, but also the king he’s duty bound to serve and protect, it’ll make things complicated. Too many conflicting orders.”

“Yeah,” Pepper says, soft and teasing, “that will make things complicated.”

[chibipandaao3]

“Is Babe very sad”

I know a lot of people are giving Charlie hate over this line — and, I get it, we the viewer, have seen how Babe looks and acts towards Charlie, we watched how broken Babe was when Charlie “died.”

But Charlie hasn’t seen that. Charlie, while he has seen how Babe acts towards him — certainly in private, he didn’t see Babe’s reaction. He doesn’t know that Babe treats him vastly different from previous relationships; beyond “lasting longer.” And remember, early on, everyone at the shop joked about “how long” Charlie would last. Not even Alan took the relationship seriously for what we can assume is weeks if not months.

Babe told Charlie that everyone “wants” something from him, and Charlie also acknowledged that he too wanted something from Babe — albeit a guise for Babe’s protection.

So why would Charlie think Babe would mourn him so fiercely?

On top of that, you have the inevitable mental and physical toll Charlie suffered while living at Tony’s — he was worthless, useless, a waste of time and money. He was given up on. Additionally, even if Charlie started to discover his powers while under that roof, him stealing others gifts would have only resulted in those children being treated poorly as well.

Charlie is a literal black hole to those around him — he “takes” and “can’t” give back.

He and Jeff are two sides of the same coin in that sense. Whereas Jeff can’t help but “know,” Charlie can’t help but “take.” Which I think is why they’ve clung together, why they’ve become brothers. Jeff, by virtue of his gift, knows Charlie means well — and Charlie can’t take that knowledge from him.

“Is Babe very sad?”

Does not have an obvious answer to Charlie, because why would Babe be sad? Babe has his senses back - he’s no longer bogged down by Charlie’s existence, his plan, his choices — he’s no longer in danger because of Charlie.

The idea that anyone, other than Jeff, might actually mourn for him has never crossed Charlie’s mind.

Babe was disappointed with him — Charlie waited until Babe won, before crashing his car — he knew it could mean his death. If not the crash, then the drugs — but it didn’t matter because he was finally giving back.

Jeff tells Charlie “I know you’re feeling just as sad” [as Babe] “but this was your plan,”

Charlie knew he’d be upset - knew he’d be sad - knew he’d feel gutted — but he hadn’t thought that Babe might feel the same way.

[imtryingbuck]

Remembering

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: The team lose their friend (I’m bad at summaries sorry)

Word count: 2,821

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of children dying. Our poor reader gets attacked. Small mentions of suicide, being spat on

Translation: unde este femeia?-where is the woman?/oms-who/da, ea este prietena noastră- yes, she is our friend/ea este cu noi, acum ești în siguranță-she is with us, you’re now safe. If any of the translations are wrong please let me know

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It has been two weeks since the attack on the Capital. Two weeks since the Avengers got their friend back.

Y/n was taken straight to the Raft, for her own protection incase Hydra came for her. None of the team was happy about it especially Bucky who fought against the medical staff, trying to stop the SHIELD agents from taking her.

“It’s for her own safety” Fury explained, he still couldn’t believe she was alive, he didn’t believe the agent who had informed him that she was was on the street and was now working for Hydra.

“Okay well why all the guns being pointed at her?” Tony said with his arms crossed.

“For everyone’s safety”

“You’ve got a collar around her neck, two handcuffs on her wrist and cuffs on her ankles. I don’t think she’s going to get very far, do you?”

“It’s okay Tony-it’s fine I promise” Y/n spoke, Fury had to admit he hated doing this to her but he had no other option.

In them two weeks, they fought tirelessly to get her back to the tower, fought to get her pardoned - it should of been easy as they couldn’t connect her to any crimes committed by Hydra, but the government wanted her locked up as a traitor.

Ross allowed the team including Fury to go and question her at the Raft, on one condition - there be armed guards in the room.

They were led into a huge room with tiny windows, a small table and three chairs. There was armed guards lining against the wall. They had been there for 10 minutes before three locks sounded from the metal door, just as the door came open the guards stance changed, ready to shoot kind of stance.

They saw the man in charge walking in front of someone who they assumed was Y/n, who was then being flanked by three guards on either side. When they got closer the man moved aside, they all sucked in a breath at the sight of their friend handcuffed, a collar around her neck, but the worst part was the bruises littering her face and a busted lip that they could tell were fresh.

Fury reached out to her before a voice stopped him “No touching the traitor”

“She’s not a traitor” Fury snapped back.

“That’s not what her file says” Turning his head to Y/n “Sit and don’t move”

“Don’t talk to her like that” Bucky’s anger started to get the better of him.

“Oh I’m sorry, do you want to have this visit or not?”

“It’s fine. You can leave now” Fury replied.

“Remember no touching her and don’t try and pass her anything or she’ll be shot, enjoy” the man walked off chuckling to himself.

“Are you alright?” Questioned Bucky.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to yo-“

“Hey it’s fine, I’m okay, look. Now answer my question”

“I’m fine”

“What happened? Because they’re fresh bruises Birdie”

“It’s nothing”

“It’s not nothing Y/n! Who did it?” Tony says from next to Steve.

“Nothing I don’t deserve” Shifting more comfortably she sighs “Ask the questions you want to ask and you can leave”.

“You don’t deserve this Y/n!”

“Ask or I’ll get them to take me back”

Fury finally speaks after a few minutes of silence. “Okay, do you remember what happened the day we lost you?”

“I remember we was on a mission in Russia and I remember being shot and then falling and hearing voices, thinking it was you lot I-I saw faces and felt something pinching me and then waking up at Hydra’s base.”

“T-that can’t happen, Y/n we found your body and you was dead. We took you back home…”

“It wasn’t me. Hydra used a woman who could shape shift, they showed me”

“What else do you remember?” Tony asks.

“They tortured me, questioned me about my genes, t-they showed me my funeral. Then they gave me the serum and after a few months they started training me”

“Do-do you remember any missions you went on?”

“No. They always wiped my memory after I came back”

“Has any memories come back?”

“Yes”. Her head bowed and her eyes closed “I was the one that killed all those SHIELD agents”

All of them sighed in defeat. At her confession, she could be tried as a traitor, it didn’t matter if she was brainwashed or not. She had just admitted that she killed over 60 agents.

“I don’t remember any other missions. I’m sorry. I hear that you’re trying to get me freed, don’t. I belong in here”

“No you don’t! None of this is your fault!” Bucky’s voice broke.

Not listening to him, she looked directly at Fury “Lloyd was a member of Hydra, there’s many agents at the FBI that work for them and The Reapers didn’t exist because it was Hydra - the whole thing was a set up to get me. Rumlow told me that there was a deal in place between Hydra and The Facility, but when Logan got me out it pissed them off because they didn’t have me and the deal was off” Sighing, she moves the handcuffs to more of a comfortable position.

“Theres something else you need to know, the base they kept me at is in Romania. There’s children there, they’ve been injecting them with my blood. Innocent children are being killed because of me. I’m so sorry.” Looking at the guards “I’m ready to go now”.

“No no Y/n we’re not done yet” Fury stands and tries to stop her from standing.

“I’m done. Take me back”

“She’s not safe in there Fury!” Tony exclaimed as he paced back and forth in the briefing room.

“We don’t know who did it yet” Fury replied.

“Well it’s obviously the guards, we need to get her out of there” Tony’s voice rose with each word.

Shaking his head at the billionaire, “It’s safer for her in there Tony”

“No it isn’t and you know it!”

“We need to find this base and see if there are any children like Y/n said, couldn’t that help with getting her out?” Wanda ever the voice of reason.

“About that, the main reason I came here is because there is a base in Romania just like she said, you guys need to go there and check it out, I’ve already sent the coordinates to the pilot”

“When?” Steve asks.

“Pilots are ready whenever you are”.

Five hours later they were inside the base, the whole building had paperwork littering the floors, blood smeared on the walls, the horrible stench of death lingered in the air.

They searched the whole building from top to bottom for any signs of life, coming up empty until Bucky and Sam opened a door on the far end of the corridor, inside the darken room they saw seven small children huddled together in the left corner.

“It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you” Sam says as he put his gun down. The children’s faces all contorted in confusion making Bucky repeat what Sam had said but in Romanian.

“unde este femeia?” A young boy spoke from the front.

“Oms?”

“Y/n”

“Y/n?”

“Da, ea este prietena noastră“

“ea este cu noi, acum ești în siguranță” Bucky and Sam watched as the children took careful steps towards them, Sam spoke through his comms to let the team know that they were coming out with kids.

After getting the kids on the quinjet they both made their way back into the base.

“I found a file called Little Bird, all the crimes Y/n’s ever committed for them is on here” Nat says as she opens up another link, surveillance footage after footage showing Y/n, committing crime and crime, more worse than the previous.

“Download everything to do with Y/n and we’ll show Fury, Buck Sam said something about the kids knowing Y/-Buck?” Sam laughs at Steve’s facial expression when he realises that Bucky’s not in the room with them.

“Left corridor, right at the end”

“She carved her name into the wall just so she wouldn’t forget” Bucky says without looking to see who was behind him. “She also wrote how many days she was here, she probably lost count after day 327” Turning to face his oldest friend with tears rolling down his face. “Steve, day 327 I lit a candle in her room to keep it smelling the way it always did. For 327 days we cried and mourned her whe-when she was here all along, alone and terrified. I should of done more Stevie, I shou-should of known she was still alive”

“Buck it’s not your fault! It’s not our fault either, we all watched her die. We couldn’t of known Buck so stop trying to blame yourself”

“I need to tell you something”

“Anything pal, you know this”

“17 years ago when I was still under Hydra’s control…I was sent on a mission to kill this girl, I get to her location bu-but I couldn’t go through with it. I remember her smile as clear as day, she was with an older man - laughing about who knows what but her smile Stevie” For the first time in over two weeks Steve watches his friend smile at a memory he wishes he could see. “I left and was punished for not completing the mission. It was Y/n, she was the girl. The exact same smile when I first met her-“

“Buck…”

“I never told her. I just couldn’t you know? And the worst part is Steve, if I could go back in time and do it over again, I wouldn’t. For my own selfish needs I wouldn’t stop the pain she would have to go through for six years. I would let her go through all the pain and suffering because I’m selfish!”

“You’re not selfish Bucky! You love her, you always have and you always will. I’m glad you didn’t do it 17 years ago either because I wouldn’t have met her, I wouldn’t have had a great friend, she’s the only person who ever treat me as Steve and not America’s puppet. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes Buck”

“We agree, with Steve I mean” Both men turn to face the team who were standing in the doorway.

“It’s not your fault tin-Bucky, none of this is” Tony corrects himself.

“I’m pretty sure she’d do it all ove-“.

Wanda gets cut off by Fury’s voice through their comms “You need to get back to the Tower now”

“What’s goin-“

“Now!”

They are looked equally confused by Fury’s tone and demand, but complied nonetheless.

After the children were taken away by the medical staff, FRIDAY let them know to go straight into the briefing room - where Fury, Maria, Ross sat waiting.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, looking at all three people.

“Y/n’s been attacked in the Raft” Fury speaks solemnly.

“W-what? Who by? When?”

“Late last night”

“And you’re only telling us this now?”

“We only found out an hour before I told you to get back!”

“Where is she?” Tony questioned.

“Still there…” Ross speaks up from the end of the table.

“You’ve got to be joking right? She gets attacked and she’s still there?”

“We have to wait for the President to sign the paperwork agreeing to have her moved to a hospital, a lot of armed guards are going to be needed”

“Who attacked her?” Bucky asks.

“We don’t know”

“How bad is it?”

“We don’t know, but bad enough for the prick in charge to let us know about it happening”

Just as Bucky was about to open his mouth an agent came running in “Sir, this is straight from the President” Handing over a piece of paper to Ross, who then squeezes his eyes shut.

“What does it say Ross?”

“He’s not allowing her to be moved”.

Chaos. Chaos is the best way to describe what happened next. Everyone shouting, Tony even picked up a chair and threw it through one of the windows.

“He can’t do this!” Fury shouted.

“He’s the President of the United States Fury! He also believes she’s a traitor. He’s also not allowing her to have any more visitors”

“She’s going to die in there Ross!”

“I know, I know. Now if everyone calmly collects themselves and follow me I have a plan.”

She had managed to find a more comfortable position to finally fall asleep, which wasn’t easy to do on cold concrete flooring. Now matter which way she turned the collar dug in her neck causing her to wince at the pain. The handcuffs weren’t helping either.

Hearing the now familiar locks clicking on her door, she sat up and scooted into the corner.

“You’ve got special visitors” One of the guards said “Get up traitor”

Standing up on shaky legs, she waited for her next instructions, which didn’t come as the guard gripped the cuff link and pulled her roughly. Bare feet digging slightly into the metal grates of the walkway as she tried to keep up with the guards.

“Get in there” His rough voice echoed through the empty corridor, her heart pounded in her chest as this wasn’t the same place she was taken to when Fury and the team had been to see her.

“Whe-“ She gets cut off as she gets pushed into the room.

In the windowless room there was no chairs or table, there was nothing other than 8 men standing there.

“You’ve got two hours boys. Make sure you don’t kill her or the warden will be pissed plus she’s got more special visitors tomorrow” The guard chuckled before he closed the door.

“The most respected agent of SHIELD you was, hell I even looked up to you. And now you’re a murderer and a traitor!” A tall man with dark hair, whose eyes burned with hatred.

“So here’s what we’re going to do, each one of us is going to take a turn beating the shit out of you and your gonna be a good little girl and take it, understand?” The only blonde man spoke.

“Understand?” The first one spoke again.

Nodding her head, she watched them move around each other and waited for the first blow to come.

The punches and kicks just wouldn’t stop, she couldn’t even fight back due to the collar and handcuffs. Despite her whole entire body screaming and throbbing in pain she refused to let one sound slip from her now busted and swollen lips. All she repeated in her head like a mantra was that ‘she deserved this and more’, everyone was right, she was a traitor and no not because she wanted to but because she didn’t end her life before Hydra had a chance to turn her into a monster. She betrayed every single thing she stood for, everything she believed in, she betrayed herself and SHIELD. But most importantly she betrayed The Avengers, her family.

Knowing that they watched her ‘die’ broke her heart, when she watched her funeral, - Rumlow using it to break her - she put a shaky hand to theirs faces on the small grainy tv screen, trying to send them comfort despite where she was and what she was going through. She didn’t mean to hurt them, of course she didn’t want to but it wasn’t something that she had no control over. 

If laying on the cold, dingy floor taking punch after punch, kick after kick was to make up for the pain she caused her family to go through, she’ll happily do it until her last breath.

“Times up fellas” The guard came into the room “I gave you an extra 15 minu- you did a right number on her, didn’t you lads” He chuckled at the sight of her.

“Just give me one more minute with her, I just need to say one last thing”

“Sure thing just make it quick”

As the men walked out they spat on her one by one, and when the door closed the last man picked her up by her hair. “That was for all the agents you killed, my brother was one of them! I had to tell our parents that he wasn’t coming home anymore. I promised my ma I would get the person who did this, best 300 bucks I’ve ever spent - oh sweetheart, didn’t you know that the wardens charging people to have their way with you, you’re not big and scary now are you?” He chuckled just before he spat right in her face and dropping her.

The guard comes back in and takes her back to her cell. “Sweet dreams Little Bird” is what he says to her before locking the door.

After the third day, her face was unrecognisable. Her prayers for death weren’t being answered.

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[gingiesworld]

Family Is Forever

Chapter Three

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst.

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18+ MINORS DNI

The next day came around pretty fast, Y/N had already had the lawyers draw up the papers, not wanting to draw the divorce out any longer than it needed to.

"So, we're doing it here?" Wanda questioned as she sat on the sofa as Y/N stood before the mantel, looking over the pictures of the four of them.

"Yeah, I figured it won't be long." They told her honestly, picking up the picture of the two of them stood outside of Tony's cabin. "I love this photo, I always thought you were stunning even of you hated the wind in your hair."

"What are you doing?" Wanda snapped as Y/N put the picture back in it's place.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was never my intention." They told her just as the doorbell rang, Wanda just huffed as she got up to answer it. Allowing the divorce lawyer inside as the three soon moved to the dining table. Both Wanda and Y/N sat opposite each other.

"So, what is the reason for this divorce, is it infidelity?" The lawyer questioned as the two shook their heads no.

"I guess we just drifted apart." Y/N told them as they looked away from Wanda. Wanda hummed in agreement as the lawyer sighed.

"We won't be able to get this divorce finalised as fast as you both would like." He told the two as he placed his pen down. "You will need to be separated for at least 6 months before a divorce can be filed. Even then it's a trial separation and marriage counselling is advised."

Both Y/N and Wanda shared a look before Wanda looked away, leaving Y/N with the talking.

"I don't think that counselling is an option." Y/N told him. "This decision by the two of us is set in stone."

"So it will be a trial separation, then in 6 months we can revisit the divorce. If that is what you both really want." He said as the two nodded. "I understand you both have a prenup and you have children, yes?"

"Yes." Wanda answered. "We are going to split the custody."

"And I am moving out so Wanda and the boys have the house." They spoke up. "Also I am still going to be paying for the boys, providing for them. Whatever they need."

"I do suggest going through the court for the child support, just incase of unforseen circumstances." He told the two.

"You mean like if I don't pay it one month?" Y/N questioned, Wanda could see that they were getting irritated by the insinuation.

"Y/N isn't like that, they never ever let the boys down." Wanda defended them. "This marriage is ending, not because we don't love each other."

"But because I haven't really had the time to split between work, Wanda and the boys." Y/N admitted as they looked at Wanda. "And I can't make a promise of something that isn't really in my control as I do travel for work sometimes, and Wanda deserves more than what I can give her." Y/N looked at the lawyer as Wanda's gaze remained on her soon to be ex. "We're going to co-parent the boys and Wanda has my schedule and she will get any changes made to it too." Y/N informed them both. "I have also just made appointment to sign a lease at an apartment nearby."

"What about belongings?" He questioned as Y/N sat up straight.

"I already took everything of my own." They told him.

"You only took your clothes." Wanda told them as Y/N nodded.

"I did take everything of my own." They repeated. "All of the furniture and electrical gadgets are all yours and the twins, I won't take anything more than what I already have."

"Ok." The lawyer hummed. "It seems you have everything under control with this separation." He packed away his papers before bidding the two good luck.

"So." Wanda started as Y/N stood up, pushing their chair back in it's place.

"I best be off." They told her. "I've got these reports from last week that areway behind."

"Ok." Wanda whispered. "Do you maybe want to have dinner tonight? I'm sure the twins would love to see you." Y/N inhaled shakily as they looked at the woman who will always have their heart.

"Yeah." They nodded. "I'll be here at the usual time."

"Thank you." Wanda told them as she walked them to the door.

"Why don't you open a book shop." Y/N suggested as Wanda looked taken aback. "It was always a dream you had and you have more than enough money in your account to do it."

"I don't know the first thing about running a business." Wanda admitted as Y/N gave her a tender smile.

"The community college has a business course that you could do." They told her. "You could learn everything you need to."

"But I have the twins." Wanda told them.

"I can always have them on the nights you have classes." They told her honestly. "I know you can do this Wanda so please just, make your dream come true. Do it for yourself."

"You really think I can do it?" She whispered as Y/N just nodded.

"I know you can." With that, they left her as she watched them drive away from the house. She started to wonder amidst all of the separation, she forgot about the dream she had before the twins were even a thought. Maybe because when she had that dream, Y/N would be by her side as she opened.

Once Y/N had finally made into the office, Tony greeted them as he dragged them into his own office. Gesturing for them to take a seat as he closed the door.

"I hear that you are having some trouble at home." He stated as Y/N sighed.

"Wanda and I are going through a separation." They stated calmly.

"So that's the reason for the recent splurge in absences." He stated as Y/N nodded.

"I've had to move out and well, I have an appointment for an apartment near the house so I am still there for the twins." They rambled as Tony held his hand up for them to stop.

"I understand Y/N but we can't be behind on weekly reports. It's not a good sight, especially on me." Tony told them. "Maybe you should step down from your senior position."

"No. I don't need to." Y/N told him. "I only have one appointment left and then the rest I am going to be doing in my own time. It's just this is hard right now and well."

"Maybe you should take a sebatical?" He suggested as Y/N shook their head no.

"That isn't an option." They stated. "I can assure you that this will not happen again Mr Stark. I just have a small appointment this week which I can take out of my lunch break. It's just signing a lease and picking up the keys for my new place."

"I am trusting your word Y/N." He told them sternly as Y/N thanked him before heading back to their own office to get to work. Time passed fairly quickly as they sent the late reports of and started on the new. They had also completely lost track of time, so they soon raced to the house just in time for dinner to be served.

"O'PA!!!" The twins yelled once they entered the house.

"Hey boys." They beamed as they hugged the twins, kissing the top of their heads before seeing Wanda stood in the doorway. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"You're here, that's all that matters." Wanda stated indifferently. Although the sight of the three of them made her heart swell, she still felt the heartbreak that this is only brief.

The two listened as Tommy was telling them about an upcoming game he has this weekend to which both Y/N and Wanda stated they wouldn't miss it. That was something that Wanda could trust with Y/N, they never missed a chance to cheer on the boys.

"When's the decathlon meet?" Y/N asked Billy who smiled shyly, something he gets from his mom.

"In 4 months." He told them. "We're just studying for the possible subjects and questions we could be asked."

"That's awesome Billy." Wanda beamed at him.

"Be sure to save me a ticket for it." Y/N told him as he just nodded. Once dinner was over, the boys had disappeared to do their homework as Y/N helped Wanda clean.

"You don't have to do this." Wanda told them.

"I know." They said as they put the dishes away. "I guess I, never mind." Wanda turned to face them, seeing them troubled was something she never liked to see.

"Are you ok?" She asked them as they gave her a tight lipped smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine." They told her, although she didn't buy it. "I guess I am going to go."

"Yeah." Wanda nodded as she watched Y/N disappear to say goodbye to the twins before Wanda met them at the door. "Be careful." She told them as they nodded, already making their way back to the office to get up to date on the work that has been piling up on their desk. Their head in their hands as they let the tears slip through, wiping them away faster than they would fall.

[skippyv20]

Jamming Magazine - An exclusive interview with Meghan Markle

Meghan Markle is CEO and founder of Ain’t It Crap ( AIC) . This is a new and exciting venture she has planned since she was 11. When she was 11 she helped change the way men and women thought of dishwashing. She alone did that! Washing dishes was not any longer just a “woman’s work”. She wrote to the soap company and put her foot down. At 11 years old. That change was revolutionary for all. It was at this time she realized she had power like no other. She could use her (whiney) voice and change anything she wanted. She was powerful.

I sat down with Meghan for a “exclusive” interview, and let me tell you….it is time I will never get back. We sat down at one of the many homes she rents. There were no children present. Harry was not present. I don’t know where they were, as she never answered when I asked, she just starting talking!

Interviewer: Meghan, so look at you! You are beaming! You must be quite proud of yourself?

Meghan: Well, yes I am. Although I must say, I am always proud of everything I have ever done. When I was 11 I wrote to a soap company. I changed….

Interviewer: Excuse me Meghan, we are here to talk about your new company and your only product Jam….

Meghan: Who is in charge here? I am! Anyways, I saw a tv commercial and the woman was washing dishes! Well, knock my socks off! No way! I found a pen and paper and wrote a letter! I said it was wrong to have women washing dishes! Women have one place only, and it’s not in the kitchen washing dishes! Anyways, I strongly suggested that I would NEVER buy their soap again, unless they put out a commercial right away with a man washing dishes! I changed the way people all around the world view dishwashing. I alone did that at 11. Next question?

Interviewer: So your new company is called Ain’t It Crap. How did you come up with the name?

Meghan: Well, when I was 11….I had a vision of me, myself and I owning a company. Not just a company, but a company that would surpass Betty Crocket! I wanted a company that both men and women could purchase from. I wanted a company that could pass off anything. A secret? My ultimate dream was a company SCAM….and what rhymes with SCAM? JAM does! I knew my first and only product would be JAM. I wanted to do things differently. I refuse to put any ingredients, etc on my label! It’s no one’s business how many calories are in it. No one’s business what ingredients are in my JAM. Although I will tell your readers only….the ingredients are a mix mash of fruits and veggies, lots and lots of food colouring, and a teaspoon of honey. Do I make it myself? Oh no! I can’t even boil water! I can only “act” like I cook for the cameras!

Interviewer: It is said that Harry cooks the JAM? True, or not true?

Meghan: Look, Harry has one job! His job is to keep trying to convince the world he is a Prince. I would say a Prince can sell JAM easier than Tony, Bob, Joe down the street! Shout out to you Tony, Bob and Joe!

Interviewer: So who does make the JAM? People are saying only 1 jar of JAM exists? They say, you buy other jam, and package it as your own?

Meghan: You know, haters will always hate! People are so jelly of me, people don’t see the amount of time and number of people it takes to make one jar of my JAM! Can we take a break? I feel one tear, left eye coming…there it is…. Did you get the picture? Focus in on the tear.

Interviewer: Is your JAM good, what does it taste like?

Meghan: Where did you learn to interview? It is the BEST JAM in the whole wide world. There is nothing like it! Listen, I pay for people to like it, you can see that in my two reviews! They love it! I think this is about my race. Are you a racist? You don’t like my JAM? Have you tried it? Here, try it!

Interviewer takes a taste.

Meghan: Why are you making faces? Is it because I am biracial? Why?

Interviewer: That is the worst JAM I have ever tasted. I would not buy it, I would not tell anyone to buy it.

Meghan: You are a racist! Harry is going to sue you when I tell him! You will pay for this, I will sick the sugars on you! I will ruin you! You have done nothing but pick on me…and my JAM!

The interview did not end well! She threw chairs, threw herself on the floor, kicking and screaming…threw the jar of JAM, and her wig went flying! It was quite the scene. She couldn’t calm down. She was even hissing like a demon. Don’t buy her JAM! You don’t know what is in it! Could be Devil’s JAM for all we know. Could be DNA changing weapon….we just don’t know!

NOTE: Parody only! For fun and entertainment. Not a reflection of actual product.

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Falsettos songs followed by things my family has said about them…

Four Jews in a Room Bitching: “Haha, that’s us.” -My mom.

A tight-knit family/Love is Blind: “Stop coughing, I know what rhymes with EX.” -My mom

The Thrill of First Love: “Well, that’s healthy…” - My mom.

Marvin at The Psychiatrist: “This song is a work of art” - My sister.

My father’s a…/ Everyone tells Jason to see a psychiatrist: “THERE’S KIDS IN THIS?!?!” - My dad.

This Had Better Come To a Stop: “At least Marvin called him pretty…?” - My sister trying to look for the bright side.

I’m Breaking Down: “WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY?!” - My sister.

Please Come to Our House: “haha Weisenbachfeld?” - My mom.

March of The Falsettos: “Wtf.” - All of them.

The Chess Game: “Stop singing.” - My mom.

The Games I Play: “he is very talented, though” - my mom.

Falsettoland/it’s about time: “will you be the homosexual father with children to my short insomniac?” - My sister.

The Baseball Game: “SO THEY GOT BACK TOGETHER?!?!” - My sister.

A Day in Falsettoland: “This song has been stuck in my head for three fricking days” - My mom.

Everyone Hates His Parents: “>:O” - My mom.

What More can I say: “Okay, I get, he deserved a tony.” -All of them.

that’s all, folks:)

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Couples Therapy | Ch. 4

Ch. 4 "I never stopped loving you"

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader

Summary: When your marriage with Wanda starts to fall apart, you both decide to have a last chance by going to a professional, for your son's sake, and your own.

Warnings: 16+! Fluff, minor angst, mentions of alcohol, divorce talk, minor mentions of kidnapping, dependency issues, mentions of therapy, suggestive themes.

Italian for flashbacks

A/N: Hi there! I wrote chapter 3 as an ending, so if you please to leave that as the end, you absolutely can (If you love the angst). But, I decided to write more about it because I love Wanda and I need her to be happy. Next chapter will be the end.

If you are reading, thank you so much.

Ch. 3 "I'm trying, but it's not enough"

Word count: 3.2k

You were used to waking up alone in bed, open your eyes and find that cold emptiness beside you, after all, with the constant fights with Wanda it was just a natural thing for you to be sleeping alone.

What you were not used to was the lack of contact, the worry your body felt knowing that neither of you would be permanently searching for the other. Or waking up in absolute silence in your apartment, the lack of your children constantly around you, or dinners and lunches alone. It took you so long to get used to it, even if you denied it, you still felt your world incomplete and broken.

It took you three months to wake up and feel that everything was okay, your brain actively reminding you that you were not in the wrong place, that what you had feared was not a dream, but your reality.

It took you another three months to get used to the feeling in your chest of worry, the uncertainty of how your ex-wife was doing. To forget the need you had to constantly text her, to know how she was doing.

Six months it took you to realize that your life was the one you were living in that instant, that everything that had happened wasn't a joke, that it wasn't a lie.

It took you a year in half after leaving Wanda to get used to the life you were living in.

"You look horrible." Natasha's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, nudging your arm gently, making you turn to her and force your brain to come back to the present. "Smile a little!"

"You know I hate parties," You raised your voice amidst the music going through your ears, rolling your eyes in irritation as you swept your gaze around the house finding Tony in the middle of the crowd, talking most excitedly. "More if it's Tonys, the guy loves attention and people. I hate both."

"So grumpy," Natasha shook her head, moving her gaze around the big house. You knew she was looking for someone, but you didn't care. You were going to walk past her into the kitchen in search of something to drink. "Where are you going?" Natasha stopped you by the shoulder, and you looked ready to answer, but she cut you off. "Wait, help me find Steve, he said he was coming."

You were about to protest, but Natasha was already dragging you around the place. You saw Steve near the living room along with Bucky and Sam. Greeting them warmly and hugging all three, the five of you got chatting about your lives, until your gaze turned for a few seconds away from the group.

You recognized that red hair and body in the middle of the crowd, Wanda's body was hugged tight by black dress, accentuating her curves. You remembered that dress, you were probably drooling exactly the same way you did the first time you saw it. You heard Natasha's laughter beside you, and you knew she was laughing at you, but you didn't care, not when Wanda's eyes met yours and a smirk grew on her face, a soft pink covering her cheeks. 

You watched her walk towards you as you looked at her as if she was the only thing in the world amidst all the noise and people. Wanda's heart pounded, warming itself at knowing that you were still looking at her the same way as before. 

"Hi." Wanda greeted, shooting a glance at Natasha who nodded in a greeting, smiling. When her gaze landed on you, roaming up and down over you, your breath caught in your throat. "Y/n."

"Wanda." You blurted softly, it might not even be heard over the music, but Wanda smiled, turning to the group and talking to your friends.

This was the first time that you had interacted with Wanda outside your son's life. You both decided to strictly talk to each other when necessary, or when it was in regard to something involving the twins, and even if there was a few casual conversation between you two, keeping the distance from each other was something you both needed to have. To move on at least.

You came out of your thoughts soon after, joining their conversation. Wanda had positioned herself across from you next to Sam, occasionally giving you short glances before turning back to the one talking. You didn't know if she was doing it on purpose, the way she was arranging her hair to the side of her neck, showing you part of her collarbone, and you tried not to make a big deal of it, to ignore the leering looks she was giving you that you knew so well. She was probably just drunk.

In the middle of the conversation, you decided to leave, excusing yourself to your friends. Wanda gave you a worried look at how abruptly you had left, and followed you with her eyes, a few seconds later going after you in the direction of the kitchen.

You sighed, the music muffling in the kitchen, getting a little lower. Your body was tired from the noise, and the fact that Wanda was there with you occupying every part of your brain didn't help. You clenched your jaw, opening the fridge, looking in between the drinks. 

You tried for months to get over her, but you gave up halfway knowing you were getting nowhere. And you were right, because a year and half after breaking up with her, the only thing you did was miss her.

You missed Wanda, the memories of her by your side at parties comforting and soothing you with her soft hugs and caresses on your arms. The way she grabbed your waist and murmured things in your ear when you felt like it was all too much. The way she gave you little kisses on your neck to distract you from all the overstimulation. God, how you missed those lips on top of yours.

The sound of the refrigerator brought you out of your thoughts, and you grabbed one of the cans of beer with irritation. You hated those refrigerators that warned you to close them, just like the one at Wanda's house, the redhead had caught you a thousand times in the middle of the night looking for something to eat because of the damn beeping.

"I guess you always do that." Wanda's voice startled you, and you almost dropped the can. "It's this what they call a deja vu?"

"Very funny, Maximoff." You replied with a smile, turning around and opening your can. You watched Wanda's smile grow and understood exactly what she was referring to. The first time you had met. "How have the roles changed, uh? Are you about to say something in italian now, charm me with your amazing beauty and intellect?"

"Huh, no, duh, what if you kidnap me?" Wanda let out a short laugh, and you smiled clumsy. "ty deystvitel'no takaya krasivaya i ocharovatel'naya zhenshchina. (you are really such a beautiful and charming woman)"

"You are too," You said nodding, leaving the unopened can on the counter that you weren't going to drink. Her smirk faded completely to be replaced with a surprised look. “A little more I’d say, but let’s not make it a competition because I don’t like losing.”

"You’re such an idiot.” Wanda blushed at your answer before asking,” How do you know what I said?" 

"Don't you think after fifteen years of knowing you, I wouldn't pick up anything russian?" You said, and Wanda bit her lip, feeling her cheeks burn in remembrance of the times she had inadvertently said something to you in Russian that you might have understood. "You have a very dirty mouth, I probably know half of the Russian curses by now."

"You never said anything, god, how much do you know?"

"I know a lot of curse words and cheesy lines that Nat taught me in college, and maybe just the basics." You lifted your shoulders downplaying it. Looking at your ex-wife gently. "Don't worry too much, I didn’t give much of a thought when you said something."

"So, you basically ignored me?" The redhead raised her eyebrows indignantly and you laughed, shaking your head.

"No, it’s just when you did, we weren’t in a position to think too much." You explained, and Wanda smirked, biting her lip at the memory of you under her. Then, you sighed, licking your lips at her gesture, your gaze shortly falling to her lips covered in red chapstick. "And honestly, hearing you speak russian to me, it just sort of freezes me. It’s like you can control my mind or something."

"Just your mind?" Wanda asked, smiling sideways, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head. You rolled your eyes at the implication of her question, biting your lip to avoid the smile that was threatening to form in them.

"I can’t just reveal my secrets to you." You playfully said, watching Wanda expression change to amusement.

“Not even one? For old times sake?”

“I can’t give them for free.” You frowned thinking about it, before jokingly apologizing. “I’m sorry, Dove, but capitalism”

“You are something else.” Wanda shortly chuckled, feeling the racing of her heart. "Do you think a donut might do it?"

“Who could say no to free food?” 

“I’m sorry, but who said it was free?” Wanda jokingly said, before raising her eyebrows playfully. “Capitalism, remember?”

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The drive to the donut store was in comfortable silence, Wanda held her hand outside the window, her hair moving in the warm evening breeze. From time to time you gave her short glance feeling your heart beat contentedly at the scenery. A short time later you arrived at the donut shop, and ordered, sitting on one of the tables outside the shop. 

"How are the kids?" You asked, your donut already half eaten, and Wanda took her eyes off the street. 

"They're with Agatha.” You nodded at her answer watching her give a bite to her donut, adding later, “They told me they wanted to go with you on Tuesday, said something about the project you're working on together."

"Oh, yeah, I can take them on Tuesday. Didn’t they tell you what it was?" 

“No, they said it was an ‘ultra secret project to end with the Empire’” Wanda said unsure, and you chuckled. “They wouldn’t tell me because they didn’t want to put me in danger.”

“God, I love them so much.” You said, and Wanda smiled waiting for an explanation. “We are making foam swords and shields. They wanted to make them after watching Star Wars for the ninth time.”

“There are no swords in Star Wars tho.” Wanda frowned, confused.

“That’s what I said.” You nodded back at her. “They just said they wanted swords, so who am I to tell them otherwise.” You saw Wanda smile falter for a moment, for a second you saw pain in her eyes. "How are you doing, Wands?"

"Me? I'm fine." The redhead said and you raised your eyebrows encouragingly knowing she was lying to you by the way her fingers started playing with her rings. Wanda licked her lips, closing her eyes for a second before opening them, letting out a sigh. "I’m just trying to get used to this, to do this alone."

“You’re not alone,” You tried to reassure her, but she shook her head. “I’m here for you, anytime you need.”

“I know you are, but it’s not the same. I have never been alone, not since you came into my life, and now that you’re doing your life somewhere else, I don’t know how to be by myself.” Wanda explained, sighing. “You understand?” 

“Yeah, I do.”

“I need to learn how to do that.” You saw the determination in her eyes, and it made you smile proudly, before she mentioned something that erased your smile. “That’s maybe why it happened.” Wanda said carefully, trying to be soft about the subject, and you winced in place at the memory, but you heard her, you had to. “I was so afraid of being alone that, the moment you left, I searched for the first person that crossed my mind to not be. I thought that I needed a back up plan if you decided to leave me. Because I thought I needed someone to be by my side.”

“You never told me that.” You said, surprised that she would keep this to herself. “I would have never left you.”

“I don’t think I told that to myself either.” Wanda answered back, swallowing hard. “And I know you wouldn’t have left me, but I was so afraid that I did exactly what I didn’t want… and I lost you.”

You wanted to cry at her words, the wound opening again when she stared at you with watery eyes too. Her lip quivered, and she took a deep breath before talking again. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

“It’s okay.” You said, swallowing the ball in your throat and the tears. “I needed to hear it.”

“I should have told you that long ago.”

“Better late than never.” You told her, and she nodded meeting your eyes with a smile. “You are okay tho, right?”

“Yeah, I am working on it with my therapist, you know, what I should have done long ago.” Wanda answered with a joke, easing the tension in the air, before finishing her long forgotten sticky donut. “How are you? Something interesting happened besides you making super secret weapons with our sons?”

“Nothing much, just work.” You shrugged, “But if you consider rewatching the whole Bewitched seasons with a whole bottle of ice cream interesting, I don’t know.”

“You are so rude.” Wanda wrinkled her nose cutely, annoyed, and you chucked at it, knowing fully well what you were doing. “That’s only because you don’t have two eight year old kids running twenty four seven around your house.”

“Is it jealousy that I hear?”

“Oh, shut up.” Wanda rolled her eyes, and you smiled at her annoyance, your heart beating in your chest at how her eyes lightened with the light of the moon. You looked at your watch for a second, it wasn’t too late yet.

“At what time do you need to pick up the boys?”

“Nine.”

“Do you want to go stargazing?”

Wanda nodded and you saw how her features lit up with joy. Your heart calmed within you, the longed-for peace culminating inside you.

You knew it was wrong, to try and enjoy her like before, to ignore these past months of distance after you two broke up just to be with her. But, how could you not? You loved her so much that you couldn’t help it, and it seemed like she didn’t either.

Both of you sat on one of the benches in the park, the moon lightened the sky while a few stars adorned around. The breeze passed by you both and it was the reason why Wanda snuggled into you carefully, unconsciously making you put your hand on her shoulders and draw her closer to you. You both missed that warm, so you didn’t let go of her.

The silence was pleasant, but soon Wanda cut it off, raising her gaze to you.

"You said Natasha taught you russian in college, was there a specific reason?" Wanda's question made you laugh softly, it was obvious she knew the answer, but you told her anyway.

"I thought that a certain Sokovian Russian speaker would have been enchanted by it, though I never got the courage to use it."

"I would have loved it."

"You probably would have, but you were dating the jackass." You replied and Wanda frowned in confusion. "I couldn't have exposed my feelings for you when you were dating someone else, and it would have been so obvious that I liked you by showing you that I learned a complete new language just to flirt with you."

"Oh..." Wanda smiled, her eyes looked at your lips for a second before they moved to the stars above you. "I can't believe you tried that for me."

"I would have tried anything for you, Wanda, anything." You said, and you could feel her snuggle more into you, her head resting on your shoulder. "But, we are not talking about that time."

"What time- Oh, the bear time?" Wanda let out a giggle and you let it out too, remembering that time you dressed up as a bear on valentine's day, serenading a not-so-well-tuned song to your girlfriend in the middle of the college cafeteria. You had never been so embarrassed, but Wanda's smile was all that mattered to you, not even the teasing from your classmates, you were so proud to have made her day. "Or that time where you tried to make a cake and broke the oven? Or the time you wanted to make me a nice outdoor dinner on the most rainy day of the year? Or-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." You cut her off feeling your cheeks heat up. Wanda's laughter made you smile. "That's why I said we won't speak about it." 

"I love them all, Y/n, you made me so happy."

"That's all I wanted." Silence followed, for a few seconds, before you felt Wanda's hand touch yours making you look at her hand. And that’s the first time you noticed that she was wearing your wedding ring.

 "You are still wearing the ring."

"Oh, yes." Wanda played with the ring, turning to look at you again, lifting her head from your shoulder. "People usually avoid flirting with you if they see a ring. Most of them, at least." You nodded knowing that wasn't just the reason. Wanda's hand went to yours and touched your empty index finger, a sigh leaving her lips. “Don’t you feel your hand empty without it?”

“Yeah, it does. I still try to take it off when I wash the dishes.” You said biting your lip and Wanda chuckled. “I must look really stupid trying to take an invisible ring out my finger.”

“I tried to take it off, I just, I couldn’t do it.” 

“It’s been eleven years, I think it’s fair.” You said, smiling at her reassuringly. “Besides, you are still legally married so, I think it’s technically okay.”

Looking at your eyes in question, Wanda asked unsure, “Maybe we should talk about that?” 

“uhm…” You cleared your throat. “I haven’t talked to a lawyer yet.”

“Neither have I.” Wanda nodded and tilted her head, biting her lip. “I think we both know why we haven’t.”

“It’s funny to think that we talked about divorcing so much, but when we actually did, we never did it properly.” You let out a breathy sigh out of your lips, and your heart clenched inside with the question, “Are we going to do it properly?”

Wanda raised her eyebrows, a caring look taking over her green eyes, “What do you want to do?” 

 The question threw you off because you were expecting for her to tell you what you were going to do, like she did before. Maybe that was the reason for your answer, the thing that made you sure about what to do, because if she was willing to change and you saw it, there wasn’t a reason for you to not give her another chance. To give yourself another chance.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Klaus Hargreeves x Sister!Reader

Summary; Most people hate their siblings. This is not the case for two of the Hargreeves. A big brother, his baby sister, and a whole load of chaos.

CW: cringy tries at inserting lyrics, swearing, a bit angsty, mention of drugs, bad writing ig, not proofread

WC: 1908

On an early Saturday morning, the Hargreeves' children were awoken by Pogo. They were all fourteen at this point and were used to being awoken early in the morning to do training. They reached for their training gear, but Pogo stopped them.

"Ah, actually, today your father needs to discuss and announce something, so training is delayed for the hour" All the Hargreeves children were confused, but dressed themselves and lined up in the living area. Their father came into the room and, to their surprise, was holding a small infant. They gasped in surprise, staring at the child. "Children, this is number 8. They, like you, have powers. They have the ability of water manipulation, and I will be raising them alongside you."

They all stared at the child, taking in their features and their peaceful expression. Klaus stared at them; he felt a strange connection to this kid. Reginald placed the child into a bassinet and left the room, and ordered the siblings to get back to training. They all wanted to stay for a moment and process what was going on, but Grace shooed them out of the room. Klaus stepped outside so his mother would get off his back but went back into the living area once she'd left. With shaking hands, he reached for the baby. He gently picked up the child, and her eyes fluttered open and stared at Klaus. Her expression changed to one of confusion, and Klaus panicked, thinking she would begin to cry. Much to Klaus' surprise, the baby began to giggle. At that moment, Klaus just knew he'd have a special bond with that little girl.

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*4 Years Later*

Klaus really did love her. He did. But not even his love for her could make him stand the thought of spending a second longer in that house with his cruel father. He felt terrible. Most of the Hargreeves' children had left home already, moving out and pursuing a new life. Klaus had held off on this for a while, wanting to stay for (Y/N). But he just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to stay and protect her, she still had at least twelve more years here, and God knows what their father would do with her once none of her siblings could defend her. After the fight Klaus had with his father, though, he couldn't stand the thought of staying in that house anymore. He felt horrible, he couldn't leave without a goodbye, but you were nowhere to be found at that point, likely somewhere with Grace. He sighed, collecting a few of his things that he didn't mind leaving in your possession. He grabbed a photo of the two of you from his nightstand. The photograph captured one of you and Klaus' many good memories. In the photo, you were on Klaus' bed. Klaus was tickling you, and you were laying on the bed, shrieking, giggling, and kicking. You had a bright grin, and Klaus was looking up at you with pure adoration in his eyes. He felt tears swell in his eyes, reminiscing on that precious moment, but he blinked them away. He grabbed your favourite glittery gel pen and began to write on the back of the photo.

Dear (Y/N/N), I'm sorry, but I have to go. You need to know that I still love you, though. You're the most amazing little sister in the world, and I'm gonna miss you. I'm sorry for leaving you but I can't stay any longer. I'll see you soon, sunshine. I'm gonna miss you so much.

- Klausy"

He felt horrible for leaving the poor girl behind; she was so small and vulnerable. He'd come back for her someday. He put his things into a pile and left the photo and note on her bed. A tear rolled down his cheek as he went to leave your room. Just before he left, he grabbed one of your stuffed animals. You and Klaus always played with it when you were little. He shoved into his bag and walked out of your room. He shut the door, climbed out his window, and didn't return to the Hargreeves' mansion for years.

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*12 years later*

You were 16 by now. It had been a long time since you'd seen any of your siblings, and you missed them dearly. You hadn't seen or heard from Klaus since he left that note on your bed. It broke your heart when he left, he was your best friend. You still had all your brothers belongings that he left in your room and kept whatever he left in his bedroom. You were 4 when he left and had grown a ton since he had left. It had been 4 years since you had seen any of your siblings. The last one of your siblings you saw was Luther before he went to the moon, even then, he didn't ever talk to you much. You liked watching the news or movies to see your sister, Allison, or your brother, Viktor, or even your other brother, Diego. Your father had recently passed away, and you were devastated. He was a cruel, cruel man, but he was still your father. However, this meant a funeral would be held.

You prayed that Klaus would come to it, wanting nothing more than to see your favourite brother again. It was finally the day of the funeral. You changed into your black dress, with tights and your black converse. You got dressed and applied your makeup before heading downstairs. There was a knock on the door, and you ran down the stairs to answer it. Your eyes blew wide to see it was Klaus. You went to leap on him, but he stopped you. His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed out of it. You quickly realised that he was on drugs and likely didn't recognise you, considering how much you had grown up since he last saw you.

"Klausy?" You said quietly, in shock. He stared at you, perplexed, until he remembered that nickname. "Oh (Y/N/N)!" He shrieked and hugged you tightly. "Oh, how I missed you, sunshine!" You smiled happily and hugged your brother back tightly. It was weird to see him now, he looked so different. But it had been 12 years of no contact, and you also looked drastically different, so you couldn't say much.

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*a few hours later*

You had spent your last few hours greeting your other siblings and doing other random things but spent the majority of it bonding with Klaus. He was amazed at how grown up you now were and felt a pang of guilt, knowing he missed all of your childhood. You both went over what you had been up to for those past few years and Klaus listened intently to every word you said.

It was nearly time for the funeral when you heard something outside. Everyone rushed outside, and you saw something that looked like a bright blue portal. You stared in confusion, hidden behind your brothers. Much to your surprise, a boy (who looked a couple years younger than you) fell from the portal. All your siblings seemed shocked to see him, as if they knew him, but didn't expect him to be there. He looked somewhat familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

"Does anyone else see little number Five? Or is that just me..?" Klaus said, unsure if the drugs were causing him to see things.

The boy looked around, staring at the faces of his siblings. "Shit."

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You had now properly introduced yourself to Five and realised where you recognised him from. He was in the painting over the mantel. He knew of your existence from Viktor's book but was somewhat glad to formally meet you. It was now time for the funeral... it didn't exactly go down well. Diego made some ballsy remark, and it all kicked off. Him and Luther began to shove each other. You watched, eyes blown wide. You were stood with Klaus underneath his pink umbrella. Klaus watched as they fought, pushing you behind him and putting his arm out in front of you. Your breath hitched, you were scared at the sight. Klaus encouraged the fight until he saw your reaction. He covered your eyes, "Oh cmon, not in front of the kid!" As the words fell from his mouth, they crashed into Ben's statue. You heard the crash and Allison bluntly say 'Well, there goes Ben's statue.' Klaus did enjoy watching fights but wanted you away from the scene.

You sat down on the sofa, shaken by the scene. You knew Diego was violent and ballsy but you never expected him to do such things. You were staring into space, paying no attention to your surroundings until you felt the sofa dip beside you. You turned your head to see Klaus. "Hey sunshine, so much for a funeral, huh?" He laughed breathily, taking a puff of his cigarette. You looked down, Klaus noticing your dejected state. He put an arm around her. "Cmon, sunshine, no need to get down about it, they're just moody old men. They'll be fine." You smiled softly up at your brother and he grinned at you.

"There's that smile, huh." He said, attempting to make your smile even wider by tickling you. You began to shriek and giggle as he poked at your ribs. He laughed softly, remembering the picture he had left on your bed all those years ago. The memory was bittersweet, he loved it but couldn't help but associate it with abandoning you all.those years ago. He vowed to never leave you like that ever again.

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*dallas, texas, 1963*

It had been a while since you ended up in Dallas, after going through that portal. Luckily for you, you landed with your big sister, Allison. She took you under her wing, allowing you to live with her. She told Ray that you were 16 and just looked a bit old for your age and that she had you when she was in her teens. Ray loved her and believed it, he accepted you as his own daughter. But nothing made you stop missing your big brother. Allison sent you to school in order to not arouse suspicion. You weren't the biggest fan, but it helped you to keep your cover. One day, you'd had a pretty shitty day and stormed into the house. You hoped to collapse onto the sofa and just lay there. As you slammed the front door you heard a man's voice as well as Allison's. You peeked into the living room, seeing Klaus. "Klaus?!" He looked up at you, "Oh, sunshine! Just the girl I wanted to see!" He leapt up from the sofa, taking you into his embrace. Allison smiled, opting to leave you two to have a moment. He pulled away, wanting to see how much you'd grown since you last saw each other but noticed your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. "Whoa, whoa, woah, what happened to you sunshine?"

"N-nothing, it's fine." You sniffled, averting your gaze to the floor. "Talk to me, what's going on?" With this, your eyes teared up again, and you broke down crying, explaining what had happened. Klaus held you, stroking your hair and consoling you. "It's gonna be okay sunshine, you should know I'll be there for you." You smiled up at him weakly, and he dried one of your tears. "If we have each other, we'll both be fine." He said with a soft smile.

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A/N: I'm aware this is a bit shit but im js tryna get back into writing so i tried this out :) hope you like reading it <3

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Pregnant nat being clingy to everyone at the compound bc readers out on an extended mission but her clinginess keeps scaring people bc she sneaks up on them without realizing she is! so as soon as reader gets back everyone is like THANK GOD no more frights lol

Oh, this is chaotic!

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Tony

It started with Tony.

Which... was surprise.

The man was in the workshop, when Natasha walked in.

You had been gone for a few days at that point, and she was getting increasingly lonely.

The man was intently focused upon the thing he was working on, a wrench in his hands, unknown to the woman standing behind him. 

“What are you working on?”

With her question, and a hand upon his shoulder, Tony jumped out of his skin, sending the wrench in his hands flying.

Steve

The blonde had a strict (and full) diet.

A good portion of his spare time was spent in the kitchen, cooking his many meals, and prepping them for the following days.

Normally it was calm, and he was left to his vices, if not with a couple of the team members passing in and out, and hanging around and just chatting.

This had never happened before.

Arms suddenly wrapped around his middle, causing the man’s shoulders to jump up to his ears and a sharp gasp to sound from him. If it weren’t for the pregnancy bump brushing against his back, Steve would have lashed out.

You had only been gone a week, and already his heart was near exploding out of his chest with the amount of times Natasha had scared him.

Thor

The God was getting ready for bed, actually he was already in bed, he was actually tucking Mjolnir into the makeshift bed he had crafted beside his own... he’s a strange man. But it was sweet none-the-less.

With a pat to the covered handle, he smiled to his hammer, blind to the red-head who had settled into the bed behind him. “Goodnight, Mjolnir.”

“Goodnight, Thor.”

Everyone heard his scream throughout the compound that night.

Bruce

Scaring Bruce was never a smart nor wise thing to do.

And even in her hormonal and clingy state, Natasha knew not to touch him, or talk, in case she surprised him so much that his alter ego would break through.

However, she was still a pregnant woman wanting comfort from her friends and family (and people she considered so) while her partner was away on a mission without her or any other team members.

So, that's why, when Bruce was hard at work in the lab, and he turned around only to find Natasha sitting on one of the stools not too far from the scientist, a startled noise still left his mouth. He was just glad he didn’t have anything dangerous in his hands at that time.

Wanda

Natasha had no one to cuddle up to during movie nights anymore, so she was forced to find substituted for your absence.

And Wanda was the person she was brought to in that moment.

The witch might have been a mind reader, but she didn’t have senses like Peter.

So, when her attention was raptly upon the playing movie, and she suddenly felt a body press against her side, the popcorn went flying, landing all over Sam.

Which was poetic justice, in a way, considering her fear was heightened by his choice of horror movie.

Clint

Clint knew his best friend inside and out. The only person he knew more than the red-head, was his wife.

But pregnant Natasha threw him a curveball, because he still knew her, but God, was everything skewed.

Everyone knew how much she cared for his children, and with her pregnancy, she only wanted to be around children more. Maternal instincts going haywire. Clint and Laura thought it was sweet how often she would visit the family at their farm, more so during your mission away.

But one thing that the archer hated?

How when he was outside, honing his marksman skills, and more often than not, Natasha would be there, handing him an arrow. Never once failing to make him startle at her sudden presence.

He knows thinks she was doing it on purpose.

Yelena

The sisters were closer than ever since their reunion a few years ago.

No matter how much they loved once another, they still bickered like cats and dogs.

“God dammit, Natasha!”

It was hard to spook Yelena, but if anyone could do it, it would be Natasha.

“Why are you yelling?!”

All the blonde wanted to do was take a nap with her dog, walking into her dark bedroom, talking a seat on her own bed when a cats cry sounded.

“Why are you sleeping in my room, with your cat?!”

That one was Liho’s fault, Natasha liked to excuse.

You

It was late when you came back home.

The compound was silent as you walked the halls, until suddenly someone was one your back hugging you.

Now, you would have assumed it was Natasha considering how long it had been since you even had contact with your pregnant fiancé.

But you were wrong.

It was Tony.

The billionaire had his arms wrapped around your middle, hugging you close. Before you could even voice your surprised confusion, the man rushed to speak.

“Thank God, you’re back! Natasha has been driving us all up the wall, its like living in a horror movie, she scares us all the time.”

“She’s been scaring you?”

“Yeah.” He nodded into your back. “She’s been craving affection from everyone since you were gone, and she goes all super-spy to get it!”

When you got into bed that night, you woke Natasha up, causing the woman to cling to you, not letting you go for a long time.

She was by your side the whole time the next few days. Even when the other team members reacted the same way Tony had, the night you came home.

You were banned from going on missions after that. At least until the red-head gave birth.