#tony i was literally laughing my ass off with you while you were on your bullshit yesterday and this is the thanks i get

[elitehoe]

Flair and Callis on tv at the same time the fuck did I do to deserve this Tony??

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personal pillow

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Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You confront avengers when they start teasing Bucky about being too soft.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: established relationship, avengers tease bucky, he's a grumpy old man, fluff

Author’s note: soft bucky is my everything, and I literally cannot imagine him acting another way.

Bucky Barnes wasn't the most affectionate and nice person on earth. Always grumpy and with an attitude, didn’t like physical touch, and hated being vulnerable and soft. However, when you were alone in your room, he was a completely different man. 

The only thing that he loved more than you, food, and old music was sleep. He hated it right after the Winter Soldier program was removed because of the violent and dark nightmares, but you were the solution to all of his problems. 

He loved sleeping with you. On you, to be exact. 

He accidentally discovered it once when he just threw himself onto your bed and somehow laid with his head on your stomach. 

You didn't know why your boyfriend liked it so much, but since that day he always ended up on your stomach, your boobs, or between your thighs with hands wrapped around your body, and it was almost impossible to drag him away. You always ran your fingers through his fluffy hair in soothing motions to ease the tension in his body, and it worked every single time. Bucky slept like a baby in your arms. 

Today he left early in the morning for training with Sam, but then he had a lot of paper work and something that needed to be done in the city, so you didn’t really talk to or see him. He only left a kiss on your forehead while you were still in bed and sent you a few messages throughout the day. 

It was your day off, and you didn’t feel like doing anything special or being productive. So you brought a fluffy comforter from your bed, a cup of hot chocolate, and sat in the common room to watch a movie on a big ass screen that Tony bought to show off.

When the film almost ended and you were already kind of sleepy, you heard firm footsteps from the hall. The tall and big body was standing in the doorframe, but you didn’t see your boyfriend’s face yet; it was pretty dark in the room.

“Hey, baby, how was your day?” You paused your movie and squinted to see Bucky. 

“Fucking amazing. A bunch of assholes and tons of reports that they sent me last minute.” He grumbled, coming closer to you. “Let’s go, I need my personal pillow or I won’t fall asleep.” 

You tried to hold back a laugh when you finally saw his face. Tired and frowned with pouty lips like a child. Bucky was painfully cute when he was a little bit mad and annoyed, and you didn’t want to do anything more than pinch his cheeks and kiss all of his face.

“You look so cute, gosh.” You smiled, biting your lip. “But I have only... fifteen minutes of my movie left, and I really want to finish it today. Do you want to lay on me here for now?” You opened the covers and pointed at your belly. 

Bucky stood there silently for a few seconds, still with a frown on his face.

“I don’t want these douchebags to see us here.”

“They won’t; Steve is on the mission, Natasha is already in her room, and Sam went on a date. C’mon, I’ll massage your head.” That was everything you needed to convince your boyfriend to give up. He took off his shoes and laid on top of you with his head on your stomach and hands around your waist. 

You covered your bodies with a duvet and stroked his hair, brushing it over and over again with your fingers. You felt that Bucky pulled up your shirt a little bit, and as soon as his cheek met with your warm skin, he heavily sighted, finally feeling safe and calm.

“That's okay, baby.” You cooed, massaging his scalp. “Do you want to talk about your day? What made you upset?” 

“No, just want to feel you, doll. Missed you so much.” He mumbled against your stomach and closed his eyes as your soft touches made his body almost melt into yours. 

“I missed you too. I’ll just finish my film and we’ll go to sleep, ‘kay?” Bucky just slightly nodded, already feeling too sleepy to actually say something. 

It didn’t take him too much time to fall asleep completely. Your gentle scratches and the way you rolled his hair around your finger, along with the muffled sound of the TV and soft cover on top of him, did their work, and Bucky was peacefully snoring on you in a span of a few seconds. 

You weren’t much better than him; your eyes started closing as soon as the credit scene began, and you didn’t have enough power in you to resist it, especially when a giant, hot human pillow was sleeping on top of you. 

So you just gave up. 

The first thing that you heard when you woke up was mumbled talk and laughter. Your eyes snapped open because your brain completely forgot that you, in fact, weren’t in your room or bed.

The common room was filled with almost everyone. For fuck’s sake, when was the last time you saw that many Avengers together in one room? And now all of them were sitting on the other couches and armchairs, looking at you and laughing. Well, they weren’t looking at you; they were looking at Bucky, who was still glued to your body. 

You quickly sat straight, now completely awake. The movements disturbed Bucky’s peaceful sleep, making him grumble and try to get you back under him.

“I didn’t know that Cyborgs could be so clingy.” The most annoying voice Bucky could’ve possibly heard in the morning filled his ears, and he lost every last piece of sleep in his body, sitting up on the couch. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Willson? All of you, in fact.” Bucky looked around the room, seeing Sam, Nat, Wanda, Tony, and Clint with shit-eating smirks on their faces; Thor, who looked just happy to be involved; and Steve and Bruce, who actually felt uncomfortable to be there.

“Sorry, Buck, they just...” Steve wanted to apologize but was disturbed by Tony.

“Sam just told all of us to come here a few minutes ago because he had something hilarious. And look! The strong and scary Winter Soldier is being a softie for his girlfriend.” Tony laughed, almost dropping his cup of coffee. You didn’t even expect that, but you felt a sudden wave of anger going through your body because you were already sick of everyone pushing Bucky’s buttons. 

“Or maybe all of you should just mind your own business? You both would actually know something about Bucky if you tried anything besides making fun of him or trying to get him angry. You don’t even understand how fucking hard it is for him to communicate after everything that happened, and all of you are getting on my nerves. Just a bunch of children, I swear.” You growled, standing up and grabbing Bucky’s hand to drag him away. 

Everyone was surprised by your words, and even Bucky looked at you with a weird expression on his face but still stood up, holding your hand. 

“Sweets, it’s just a joke—” Natasha started.

“No, it’s not. I love you, Nat, I really do, but it’s not funny.” You looked around the room. “Y’all probably don’t understand the effect that your words  have, but I see in private what none of you can. And when I tell you that your mockery and jokes make everything worse, I really mean it.” Bucky awkwardly shifted near you under all of the eyes that were glued to him. He felt exposed by the way everyone saw how he showed his affection to you and that he, in fact, was a really touchy and sensitive person. “C’mon, Buck, everything’s okay.” You looked back at him with your usual soft eyes, and his whole attention was now focused completely on you. 

Everyone saw how Bucky’s body language changed when you talked to him, and even if someone like Tony or Sam couldn’t admit it out loud, the thought of being too harsh on Bucky appeared in their heads. 

Without any further words, you lead your boyfriend out of the common room, leaving the Avengers in an awkward silence. 

The comfort of your and Bucky’s shared room made you deeply inhale as soon as the door was closed behind you two. Before you could even say something, two strong hands wrapped around you from the back, and Bucky buried his face into your neck.

“Thank you, doll.” Your hand reached behind you to gently stroke Bucky's hair. “You didn’t have to do it, really. I got used to their words.” He squeezed you tighter, pressing his chest into your back.

“That’s not okay, baby. I’m sick of that. You may not say it to me or even admit it to yourself, but I see that it hurts you.” You turned around in his hands, placing your own on both sides of his face. “But that’s okay that you want to cuddle, to sleep on me, to be held. Really. There is nothing wrong with it. I’m really honored to be the person who is allowed to see your soft side.”

“I love you. Fuck, I love you so much, doll, you can’t even fucking imagine,” Bucky whispered before leaning forward to kiss you.

“I love you, James.”

“Can we stay here today? I don’t really want to talk with anyone besides my sweet and protective girl.” You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his teasing tone. 

“Of course we can, Buck.” That was your last word before Bucky lifted you off the ground, put you on the soft blankets of your bed, and climbed on top of you, happily wrapping around your body and falling asleep. 

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We Met Again

Part 2 of When We Met since y’all asked so damn much! I just hope this one doesn't get censored too😅

Summary: You were on a 6-month-long mission with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes only to come back to the compound and face Wanda.

Warnings: G!P reader, angst, making out, unprotected sex, ejaculation , soft sex turned rough, hair-pulling, breaking the bed (literally😂),

Word Count: 3,702

Prt 1 Here

"Welcome back Y/n, how was your little adventure with the boys?" Kate Bishop stood behind the bar making herself a pink alcoholic slush of some sort. You were covered in dirt and soot from head to toe. You just got off a mission with Sam and Bucky. You were in Egypt going about looking for a highly classified terrorist ring. Thankfully you got to them before they started their reign. 

"Adventure my ass. I slept on the dirt while the boys slept in cozy beds like princesses. I tell you what I need is a shower and to take a well-deserved dirt nap in a real bed." You threw your weapons on the table halting at a chair and flinging off your boots. "I'll clean this shit up later Kat, I've been waiting for this." You turned to see Kate pouring herself a tall misshapen glass full of pink slush. "Sure thing Y/n, you and I are the only ones here I think. You want the rest?" She licked the side of her glass where she spilt. "Why not, might help me crash harder." You reached around Kate grabbing the whole blender. There was more than a mouthful left. You thought maybe it was strawberry daiquiri, so you thought nothing of it and chugged it. The first sip made you gag.

"Jesus Christ Bishop! Paloma? Really? What are you 40? You've been around Potts too long. Good lord.." You hated tequila, especially grapefruit. You polished it off not backing down leaving it on a table in the middle of the hallway. You knew there were empty beds not touched by any of the other Avengers. Basically new. It was funny really. Everything to you looked new but it was just the same as the last time you were down this hallway. Maybe it looked new because the last time you were here you were drunk with your pants around your ankles. Come to think of it. That table was new. You pivoted around noticing the table on further inspection. You saw a crack along the wall. Oh yeah, you remember. That was the spot. The spot where you and Wanda...

Yeah...Wanda...

You remember where her room was. You remember you crashed there after you both finished your fun in the hall. Curiosity killed the cat. You noticed the door was slightly cracked allowing light to shine through. But it was almost midnight, it wasn't natural light. It was from a light. Is she there? Did she forget to turn off the lights? Maybe. You pondered. Kate did say after all you two were the two here so it was bound she forgot. It's a common mistake. 

You tip-toed over to her room letting your fingers creep through the part between the door and the wall slightly allowing the length of your fingers to pry the door a bit more. Your strength got the hold of you as it flung open. Wanda was sitting at the edge of her bed in her room, with her leg raised to lean her elbow on her knee, underneath her chin. 

"Kate honey I told you for the third time today. We can drink and watch Sex and The City tomorrow. I don't feel up to it." She huffed watching the news. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes darting back and forth watching the live footage of whatever catastrophe happened. "So you're the one drinking Palomas huh?" You leaned in the door frame crossing your arms. You had to laugh. You never thought she was a cocktail girl. Though..you never thought she was the kind to give blowjobs either but you were surprised by both.

"Oh..it's you...no I don't drink that shit. She found Tony's recipe book for Pepper and his date nights and she's drinking like a fish...When did you come back to the States?" She was genuinely surprised to see me. Her leg fell from where it was prompted. Wanda stood up walking the length of her bedframe around to meet you.

You were shocked also. Maybe she wasn't showing yet? You swore you thought you'd come home and find her pregnant but unless she's super athletic or has it hidden she doesn't look like she's expecting.

"Ah 30 minutes ago. Um..stupid question.." You scratched your head looking down at Wanda then back up at her eyes. She laughed standing in front of you. Her hand reached to your cheek whipping the loose dirt from your undereye. 

"Haha no! Unfortunately, I'm not pregnant. I don't know how. I always thought that first tries always work. I even helped you out a bit." 

"Unfortunately? You wanted me to get you pregnant? Are you insane? You don't even know me and you want kids from me! I'm too young to have a family! Even with my powers...let alone, what gives you the right to choose for me!" You broke her hand away backing away. You had to leave or else there'll be bigger cracks in the wall. 

"Y/n please, I never meant to hurt you. I just got confused that's all. You were so nice to me and after I lost Vis 2 times and lost my boys I just felt you comforted me. That's all." Wanda reached again grasping your bicep. You pulled away again this time hitting the wood casing around the frame with your elbow. The wood casing flew off behind you hitting the hallway floor.

"No! Don’t you dare touch me! All you cared about was yourself! Just because someone showed you comfort doesn't mean you let them cum inside you, Wanda! That's really fucked up! I'm sorry you lost your family but you can't just use me to play house!" You growled noticing your rage was becoming the better of you. Wanda through your eyes was becoming tiny. Her body language was making her small. Curling her fingers into the sleeves of her black cardigan, crossing her arm over to her elbow. She looked down at her bare feet letting out a shakey breath.

"I'm really sorry Y/n...I don't know what I was thinking. I've been so used to having people around me. That it feels weird to be by myself." Wanda's head was bowed letting her newly brown hair almost cover her head. A tiny tear ran down her blushed cheek wiping it away quickly.

All you saw was red. Not by Wanda's magic. But for some reason, you were enraged. How could you be this angry over something you fully did with Wanda 6 months ago? Maybe you do have a tiny bit of an anger problem. Little? In this case, that's an understatement. 

You huffed feeling the hot pressure on your chest cool down to your stomach. You think seeing Wanda so visibly upset may have broken your cross attitude. 

"Get used to it, Wanda." You had to storm off. If the conversation got any more heated; one of you was going to end up in a wall. And it was most likely going to be you. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe if I get some sleep and a good shower I can speak to her more clearly. 

You thought gliding to one of the newly furnished rooms. 

Each room had its own bathroom. Tony is a playboy so obviously the bathroom was soundproof. The entire compound was all technology so a press of a button and the bedroom could be soundproof. You didn't need that tonight. You wished there was a switch to soundproof your head. 

How could I snap like that? I haven't done that in years! What the hell was I thinking to begin with?! You felt like you could stand under the hot water for hours. It took two layers of body wash just to scrub away the dirt from your body and finally feel human. Maybe you were scrubbing off your anger with it in a sense. You had your little outbursts but this one almost made you black out. Your lofa scraped at your skin furiously, leaving little imprints everywhere. Your back flexed in the mirror examining your clean body. Your hips were women but your shoulders and torso were the shape of a man. You had average-sized breasts. They were nothing special, they were nice to look at but nothing that could turn any heads. Perhaps you could say they were bigger than average but you never noticed.

You got out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your waistbone, as you inhaled walking to the foot of your bed your v-line showed every breath you took. You thought if someone was to walk in it would be less surprising seeing you topless instead of bottomless. 

"Fuck...you got buff little one.." You gasped in fright hearing Wanda's quiet voice coming from the chair hidden next to the wall. Wanda's makeup was smeared all over her under her eyes. She was sniffling back what little tears she produced. She was crying heavily, using the sleeves of her cardigan. "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy? I'm not giving in to your mind games." You turned to face your back to her loosening the towel from your waist to dry your legs. You reached around putting on a pair of boxer briefs. You heard a creek come from the corner of your room knowing Wanda got up. Her bare feet were quiet on the hardwood but not quiet enough for you to hear. 

"No mind games Y/n. I-I...wanted to apologize...you were right. I need to start learning how to be on my own. I deserve to be alone. I shouldn't have let you do those things to me." She held back a cry making her eyes gloss over. 

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was actually going to apologize to you. I don't know what came over me. I lost my temper too quickly. I haven't done that in years. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Your hands lifted Wanda's chin to look at you, letting all of her hair fall back behind her shoulders. She looked like a baby raccoon. It was cute but you felt awful that she was crying because of you. "I'm so sorry Wanda." Wanda's hands placed around your hips, sliding herself closer to your body. You pulled her in deeper holding her close. Her head rested on your shoulder letting her finish her cries. Your hands caressed her skull, intertwining with her locs. 

"It's okay..please, please stop crying. You're making me feel worse." You sat her down on the foot of the bed still massaging Wanda's head. She buried her face in your chest noticing her sobs being muffled into silent sniffles. One of your hands dropped placing it on her chest, directly on top of her heart. Her beats were rapid on the first touch, but once you dragged your fingertips along her skin she settled. Your other hand finally dropped rubbing her spine. She was frail in comparison to your body. Every muscle you flexed made it seem more apparent. 

"Thank you," she sniffled, using her sleeve to wipe away her stained makeup. "Thank you very much Y/n. I feel like sometimes I can just go off the handle." Wanda wiped another tear with her sleeve again, the tears glossed in her eyes and made her pupils sparkle as she looked so passionately into your eyes. 

"It's fine Wanda. We all go off the handle some days. I did it on you earlier. We just need to relax a little. The both of us." 

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You and Wanda laid down together in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence however, it felt somehow to you a healing silence. You two didn’t need to talk, that’s what got you two into shit before. Just cuddling together. Wanda laid her head on your bare chest. You threw on a random stupid movie on TV, it was one of those goofy movies that two dudes probably smoked a joint and started filming. You didn’t like it; Wanda found it comical. She’d laugh at the slightest action or joke. 15 minutes later however she was silent. You peered down checking up on her. Her eyes fluttered, she was falling asleep. You twitched which made her jump. 

“Jesus…what’s happened?” She whispered. I knew she fell asleep for a moment. You could hear it in her tone. Groggy and low. 

“Nothing sorry. My leg just spasmed. It’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” Your hand ran down Wanda's thigh. Her skin was soft just like you remembered. 

“Shut up, I wasn't sleeping.” She giggled rolling her head the other way. 

“Oh I'm sorry, I just saw the stucco on the ceiling coming apart so I thought you were snoring.” You joked.

“Fuck off!” She laughed sitting up on your lap. “I do not snore!” Her hands grasped a fist full of your bare breasts in either hand. It felt good to be handled again. As soon as her hands touched you that way, you instantly felt you were getting hard. It wasn't an embarrassment any longer. You had another one-night encounter after Wanda that made feel 10x better about your appearance. 

“No, that's just loudly humming in your sleep isn't it?” Your hands tightened around her hips slowly moving them back and forth. Wanda sucked air through her teeth letting a little gasp. "Ohh-stop!" She laughed biting her lower lip. "You want something else don't you detka?" Her dress grazed the front of your boxers, just to tease you. 

"Perhaps. This time, it's on my terms. This time." Your hands pushed down on Wanda's thighs rubbing your forming bludge on the fabric of her panties. Her brows raised, turning her cheeks into a rose colour. "Really? Would you still want to? Even after everything I did?..."  

“Of course.” You freed your hands from her thighs, swishing a strand of her hair away from her face looking into her emerald eyes. She giggled again looking down at your chest. “You’re tits are huge Y/n.” Wanda’s hands clutched my full chest. "I don't think I saw them last time." She squeezed each handful. You whinced with her nails digging into your skin. 

"Ha! Well, I hope you remember something else's size." You joked lightly tugging at your boxers. “Hmm..I think I definitely need a refresher.” Wanda tugged the hem of her dress; pulling it over her head as her arms whisked it to the floor. Wanda’s hands jerked at the elastic band around your hips. Your fairly large erection greeted both of you with a fair shock as it bounced its way to freedom. “Oh yes, I remember now.” Her tongue folded against the tops of her teeth. Your hands held a firm grip on either side of Wanda’s panties ripping them off. “Seems you don’t need this huh?” She giggled letting out a small whimper. “Fuck-…can we stop all this talking Y/n? I really need you.” Your fingers trailed along her mound going further in her slit. Her inner core was silk. Your finger slipped inside effortlessly. Her little sounds became more low. “Oh…g-god.” Her head dropped down making her lips lay on mine. "Stop fucking teasing me..." She groaned as her teeth bit the bottom of my lip. "Okay, you asked for it." You flipped Wanda onto her back. The bed's feet raised as the bed made a thump. "Did you want condoms?" 

"N-no. No, Wanda, I can pull out." You bent down locking your lips with hers again. "Haha..sure, sure you can Y/n." Wanda's eyes glowed red again briefly. "Fuck no more games. Just let me fuck you by myself." Your fingers slid between Wanda's folds before slipping your cock inside. She gasped curling her fingers into the sheets. Your hands planted on the mattress on either side of Wanda's head. She uncurled her fingers from the bedsheets, moving them around your wrists. Her breaths were choppy trying to get ahold. You thought she looked so beautiful underneath you, the way her skin naturally glowed, her pearly white smile chewing her bottom lip, the way she looked at you. Not in a loving way just yet, in an adoring way? A needing way. 

"Go on. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." Your hips dove in feeling her walls coating you effortlessly. Wanda’s whines grew deafening, her eyes did not stop turning shades of red. 

“Oh shit…y/n…uh-…” Wanda's head rolled back on the mattress. Dropping her jaw open. You began to thrust with a heavy pace. Becoming quick with every moan that escaped Wanda’s lips. The bed frame formed a squeaking noise with each pump into the brunette. Wanda’s leg had a hard time trying to stay afloat around your hips, slipping every movement you two shared. You stopped pulling out briefly. 

“What-..Y/n? Why did stop?! Continuă…” Wanda cried out allowing her hands to fall scratching your biceps. “I will, don't worry. Go flip on your stomach, on your knees and bend over.” Wanda sighed a sly smile flipping onto her knees, arching her back letting her chest lay on the mattress. She glanced over her shoulder with her hair covering her face. Your hand traced her temple softly, leading your fingers into the brunette's long strands. Grasping a fistful of Wanda’s hair. You peered down watching your cock twitch in anticipation with Wanda’s ass sway in the same feeling of suspense. Your other hand grasped Wanda’s thigh sliding your shaft back into her slick folds. 

“Oh…fuck-” Wanda sucked air through her teeth tilting her head down with your hand still tight on her hair. You did begin to thrust slowly as you once did, you began to ram yourself deeply inside the witch as though you were pushing through air. Wanda's hand gave out mid-pump landing on her chest. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she tried to move her head to a more comfortable spot. "Fuck...you have such a nice ass." You twisted Wanda's hair around your knuckles applying a forceful tug. Her head raised leaving a spot of drool on the sheets. "Uh-huh!" Wanda's head cocked further to watch you. Your hand jerked the fistful of Wanda's hair pulling her hair as hard as you could muster without ripping all of her hair out entirely. Her body lifted off the mattress onto her knees. Her back pressed on your chest laying her head on your shoulder. "Oh god!...Shit!" Your wrist could not take it anymore, you let go of Wanda's hair allowing it to fall behind your shoulder. Your hand relaxed on Wanda's thigh attaching every finger around the softest part of her leg. Wanda's arm flung around your throat holding herself up. "Shit...I'm going to cum..." Wanda's moans were silent as she took a small breath. "Huh? Good baby...me too." You sighed out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher up to your point of no return. "Do it Y/n." Wanda used her knees bouncing her body against you. 

"Do what Wand?" You groaned in her ear smelling her sweet perfume sweat off onto you. "Cum in me...please..." Her cheek heated on yours as you felt her jaw lock open not letting another sound out. "Y-you sure? I don't know." You did not want to take that chance again, you had some rendezvous with a certain green bulky woman in Egypt, knowing you mastered your craft of pulling out. If you did not get her pregnant 6 months ago, hell, you couldn't do it again right? 

"F-fine...you want me to cum inside you huh?" You huffed tightening your grip on Wanda's thighs, the wooden bedframe continued to rattle. The frame began to bell out with your knees ready to cave. "Yes! Yes!" 

"Yes, what?" 

"Cum inside me Y/n! Fill me!" Wanda's voice shrieked out letting go of a low-toned moan. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" Wanda grasped firmly on your neck vibrating her entire body. Her eyes glow red tracing red mists around both of your bodies. "Fuck!" The pressure within you exploded, you could not think if it was you that came or if Wanda had some help to speed it up. You felt your cock throb spewing out your cum in the witch. She tried her best to make her body stay still, her thighs would not stop fidgeting. You bucked your knees forward to have Wanda fall on her stomach as you fell with her. The bedframe finally gave way as the mattress hit the floor. You both hit a thump, Wanda chuckled under your body softly as she took a quick breath. "Well, shit. How do you expect to explain this to Tony?" 

"We'll blame Kate," You sighed wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. "She got too drunk and we found her jumping on the bed. Agreed?" 

"Agreed detka. Let's get out of here. We can go to my room." You arose to see the bedposts still standing but the wood beams holding the bed just fell. "Well, this was a great welcome back." You stretched out your arms above your head hearing the cracks of your shoulder blades. "I'd say so." You stood up from the mattress whisking your boxers off the floor. 

"Y/n? You don't need those." Wanda sat up on her knees running her hands through her hair. You bent over as you picked Wanda up by her thighs and wrapped them around your waist. "Haha! I sure do. I don't want to scare Kate if we run into her." You took hefty strides over to the bedroom door, making your way down the hall to Wanda's room. Wanda draped her hands around your neck giving a sly little smile as she looked over her shoulder. Her wrist flicked a red mist, you witnessed the red mist run down the staircase doing nothing after it left the stairs. "There. She won't bug us. I put her to sleep for the night. Now, we can have more fun." 

"Good. Let's hope I don't break your bed this time." 

"Well, don't promise that. I'd love you to ruin me." Her finger traced along your jaw down your throat. "Ask, and you shall receive." 

[munariplans]

Hiii thank you for updating on your recent story! I enjoyed it!!💓 could I request Natasha x reader in a situationship & there’s a avengers wedding and they both get invited separately only for reader to see Nat in a different way and suddenly realised they had feelings all this time for her 🥹

the arrangement | natasha romanoff

synopsis: based on the request above!

natasha romanoff x reader

word count: 5.6k words

a/n: i really do have a fondness for writing pining and angst, enjoy hehehehe

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in a rare instance in the years you’ve known natasha, it was her that awoke first that morning, shaking you awake as yelena pounded on the door to her room.

“hey, hey,” natasha whispered-yelled, prompting you to get up while opening your eyes blearily, “you have to go. yelena’s here.”

yawning, you gave her an “OK” signal as you gathered your surroundings. you had once again fallen asleep in her room after last night. gathering your clothes and fixing your hair then, you spared a look at her mirror first before leaving, and what you saw almost made you want to laugh out loud. 

“how the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickeys?” 

natasha turned to you, halfway through freshening herself up as well. the redness in her cheeks grew prominent as she saw the many purple and red bruises littering all around your neck. cursing, she threw you a turtleneck from her wardrobe and pointed at the window. yelena was asking her why she was taking so long now.

but just before you climbed out, she thought about it, and risked it for a few more seconds, before pulling you in to press a kiss to your lips. “that girl that was hitting you up at the party last night was being annoying. had to show her you weren’t interested.”

you grinned, shaking your head at her ridiculousness. 

and right as you shut the window and slipped out, yelena barged in and threw her several wedding dress options onto natasha’s bed, demanding for her sister to decide which one looked best. but natasha hated to admit she was still distracted from the way your ass swayed right as you sultrily sneaked out of her window. 

–

later that same afternoon, you were walking with your friend, accompanying him ring-shopping, when the question first came up. 

“aren’t you ever interested in marriage? or, at the very least, finding a partner?” he half-joked. everyone knew you had been single for a while now. “we’re not so young anymore, you know.”

in response, you shrugged. “i don’t see a point.”

“in loving someone?”

“in being with someone, at all. the domesticity, the mundaneness, it’s all so…boring, after a while. i don’t see why you, and so many others, would want to be tied down by all of that, forever.”

“...so you don’t see a forever?”

“right now, with just one person, i don’t,” you said, your eyes drifting off to the street across, where a girl in braids of red hair reminded you of a certain someone you had begun sleeping with in the past few months. 

–

you called natasha on the way home, asking if she had company for the night, and if not, whether she wanted yours. 

she replied that she was frustrated, and that yelena was being a bitch about her wedding planning. natasha had insisted that a band would have been a better musical accompaniment, yelena had wanted to allow tony and clint to get drunk enough to sing for her.

you came to yelena’s rescue, apparently. because right as you arrived right back at natasha’s apartment, where the two women were clearly at each other’s throats and yelena had literally picked up a butter knife to threaten her sister, you caught natasha from lunging at her and wiping the stupid smirk off her face entirely. she thrashed in your arms, but with a few reassuring words and a promise to let yelena have a taste of her own medicine later, she relented. 

“can you believe how stupid she is sounding? wanting the drunkards to sing for her?!” natasha pointed out then, to which yelena took offence once more. 

“i’m sorry i want my wedding to be fun!” she screamed, “you can’t help it if god made your sister boring!”

“why, you–”

you held natasha firmer by your side, at the feeling of her nearly jumping to strangle her sister. “–natasha, enough. let it go.”

“she was being–”

“–it’s her choice, her wedding. let it go, will you? we can discuss this another time, when you two are less…riled up,” then, you leaned in closer, and whispered, “if you behave now, i’ll let you try fucking me against the glass of that window you like seeing me escape out of so much later.” 

her breath hitched, you knew you had struck a deal with natasha. she backed off, and even stopped herself from retaliating at yelena’s middle finger and stuck-out tongue.

but when yelena had left for the day and the two of you were alone, natasha found herself being strapped to the passenger seat of your car, as you drove her to her favourite ice cream parlour nearby.

a pout on her face, natasha asked as you parked, “i thought we were going to have sex after she left.”

you nodded understandingly. “we are, but i think i need to cool you down with ice cream first. i don’t want to get myself injured from your wrath with yelena earlier.”

the truth had been because you thought natasha needed a space to calm down and process her feelings first, and not to bottle it up and shove it away from sex. plus, you thought that the treat would cheer her up a little as well, putting aside how hot you found angry sex was with natasha.

of course, with your little quip, you could only expect natasha elbowing you as hard as she could, as you laughed and opened the door for her to the parlour.

–

“they have a new flavour here,” natasha pointed against the display, “apple pie.”

“you won’t like it.” you thought about natasha’s preferences for ice cream, and while they were boring, they were safe. “they have your usual today.”

but she took it as a challenge, apparently. “i’m going to try it.”

and as the cashier took both your orders, natasha noticed you place an order for her usual flavour. while it was odd that you would deviate from anything even remotely far from cookies and cream, she chose not to speak of it. 

you watched as natasha took her seat in front of you, then taking one bite of her apple pie scoop, before her face morphed into one of doubt, then slight discomfort, and finally, disgust. still, she tried to hide it from you, putting on a straight face as you asked her how it tasted. 

“fine,” she said, but her disdain said otherwise. 

in response, you smirked, offering her a bite of your own scoop. she was persistent in not wanting to at first, but as you offered her again, she took a bite, then another, and another, and oh well by that point you had given her your entire scoop and taken hers away from her. 

you tasted the apple pie scoop. it had cinnamon, something natasha clearly disliked. there was no wonder, you thought, smiling to yourself as you watched her finish the last of her usual order of vanilla with chocolate sprinkles. 

–

you were at the bachelor’s party of yelena’s fiancé when natasha’s call came in. she had dropped you a string of drunk texts that night, a product of her own consequences from attending yelena’s bachelorette party.

“hello, natty?” you answered, moving away from the noisy atmosphere of the club to a secluded side. you caught the groom giving you a confused look, you gestured that it was natasha on the line, and he gave you a weird smirk. 

“hellooo,” she drunkenly slurred. in the background, you could hear yelena asking for more shots. “my lovely, lovely, friend. where–are–you? i want to go home nowww…”

you moved further away from the club, bringing your phone closer to your ear. “i’ll come pick you up. are you sober enough to text me the address?”

just then, the phone was brought to maria’s side, and you could hear her shrieking for natasha to let you enjoy the party, and that there were designated drivers to bring her home if she needed to. natasha yelled back that she wanted you to come pick her up. 

you got the address from the groom, as he and the other people in the party boo-ed you for leaving so soon. you still had a line of shots to finish and a karaoke match that you would be missing, but you had already picked up your jacket and began finding your car keys to pick up natasha then. 

when you found her, she was slumped over the bar counter, in a conversation with the bartender, who was clearly wanting to serve the other customers to earn his keep. you approached, and natasha immediately went to your side as she hung off of you, smiling from ear to ear. her smile made your own lips turn up in amusement. 

“are you the one she’s been talking my head off all night?” the bartender asked, and you chuckled. 

“i guess so,” you thanked him for taking care of her, and left the bar after saying a round of goodbyes to the people in yelena’s party as well. 

– 

you helped natasha to the passenger seat of the car, but right as you reached over her body to help fasten her seatbelt, her hand caught your wrist, forcing you to look up at her. 

her eyes met yours, and in a clear split second of momentary sobriety, you saw sincerity in them. she whispered, “you’re so pretty,  i think i might be in love with you.”

you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled in your throat, as your first reaction was to snicker, then look away from her. then, when you heard her groan behind you, the snickers became full-blown chuckles as you laughed in her face at the drunken confession. “oh, i have so much blackmail material against you when you’re drunk.”

natasha hit you frustratedly as you returned to the driver’s seat, but you caught her hand as you continued, “you’re drunk, natasha. you’re saying things you don’t mean.”

you helped her out of the car again as you reached her apartment, her leaning her body on yours as she stumbled finding her way through the building. using the extra set of keys she had given you, you unlocked the door and set her down on her sofa. 

guiding her to her bedroom, you felt natasha’s hands then start travelling up and down your body, and while in any normal circumstance you would have indulged her, and perhaps initiated more, you knew she was drunk. you weren’t going to be the asshole who took advantage of their friend, with benefits, when it was unclear even to her what she was doing. 

you removed her hands, and let her lie down on the bed. she pouted. “do you not want me?” 

she saw you disappear into her bathroom for a minute, before returning with her toiletries. “i do. you know i always do. just not when you’re drunk.”

“but i want youuu,” she slurred, “and i’m so horny nowww.”

you smirked, but still refused. instead, you rested on top of her, slowly removing her false eyelashes, then wiping off her makeup, and finally helping her carefully wash her face. she sighed at the gentle massage and warm water. “you know, anyone else would have said yes. anyone else would have been dying for natasha romanoff, me, to sleep with them like this.”

“but i’m not anyone else, aren’t i?” you quipped, taking off her clothes and rejecting yet another advancement for her to take yours off as well. you went to her dresser to find her pyjamas. 

natasha rolled her eyes, turning her body away from you as you dressed her up again in protest. you smiled to yourself at her cuteness, tucking her in and pressing a kiss on her forehead. “tomorrow, when you’re sober and still up for it, call me. i’ll be here right away.”

she watched you place a strip of advil and a glass of water for her hangover tomorrow, before gathering your things again. “...you’re not going to stay? where are you going?” 

drunk natasha really was clingy natasha, you thought. “i have another hookup i need to get to. need to make the most of my nights, you know?”

in truth, you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries you and natasha had set up for yourselves when you first got into this…arrangement. she was clear on not wanting any feelings to be involved, and with how things were turning out tonight, you were afraid that if you stayed, there would be a blurring of some lines from her end on her feelings; lines that she would reenforce the morning after even more strictly. and while you didn’t generally have a problem with that, you had felt that you had gotten natasha to lower her walls down enough to enjoy your company beyond your flings; you didn’t want to risk all that just for a night where she could possibly tell you her drunken feelings about you. you treasured your friendship too much for that. 

and so you left, leaving natasha slightly stung and hurt with the implication that you had someone else, or a lot of someone elses, waiting for you if she wasn’t sleeping with you, and strangely, it affected her more than she thought it would, even drunk as she was. watching you leave, she thought selfishly about how she hadn’t slept with anyone since she began sleeping with you, so was it only fair that you had the decency not to as well?

but you and her were just friends, she had to remind herself. it was not like she had power to dictate who you were seeing, and who you slept with, anyway. it was not like you two were exclusive, or in a relationship at all, which was precisely what natasha hadn’t wanted at the start. now, she was wondering why she even uttered those words at all. 

little did she know, you were doing nothing of the sort. instead, you had gone straight home, put up a romantic comedy on the TV, heated yourself some leftovers, and sighed as you pondered over your own early end to the night.

– 

everyone who knew you and natasha, knew however, that whatever relationship you two had, was more than just friends. that the two of you had crossed the line of just friends about twenty late-night hookups and rendezvouses ago, no matter what either of you claimed about the other. 

it was clear in the way you cared for natasha more than any other friend you had, it was clear in the way natasha sought out for you more than she even initiated a conversation with anyone else. 

which was what made it so incredulous; that you would allow anyone else try to court natasha before you did. 

everyone had warned bucky that what you and natasha shared was more than just a surface friendship, and relations ran deeper than what he thought was possible. but still, it didn’t stop him from taking your own words against yourself, and confronting you about it one day.

“you’re just friends, right?” he asked haughtily, interrupting you as you were helping yelena sort out the final touches to her wedding venue arrangement. you dismissed him with a quick grunt and agreement. 

but he followed you. “then you wouldn’t mind helping me get to know her, would you? or better, helping her fall for me?”

you paused in that moment, yelena, overhearing the conversation, consequently giving him a weird look as well. surely not, she thought, turning her attention to you, but you seemed to contemplate his request. 

and she nearly choked in disbelief, when surprisingly, you agreed to help him out in chasing natasha.

you shared with him that natasha’s birthday was approaching, and when he asked what kind of gifts she would like, you wanted to say something small, heartfelt. but then you realised it was probably only in your case she would like it so. from anyone else, you thought she deserved the world. 

“something big, extravagant,” you told bucky, “natasha deserves only the best, you see.”

he happily lapped up any information you gave him about natasha, the person who knew her best. 

and when her birthday did arrive, you watched by the sidelines as bucky shyly presented his gift to her, an outlandish, extravagant display of just his infatuation for the woman. everyone had thought it was well-thought out, very well suited to what she liked, and you patted yourself on the back at the comments. it was you, after all, who had accompanied bucky to get her gift. 

natasha looked flustered, admittedly, at the surprise of someone knowing what she wanted so well. it wasn’t everyday that she told the people around her what she wanted for her birthday, after all. and to think about it, she had only told you, of her wishlist upon her birthday. 

when she found a moment with you alone that night, as the party winded down and everyone began to leave, she was interrupted by bucky hanging around foolishly, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen between them. she kindly gave him a kiss on the cheek, and promised him she would call him the next day. she needed to get to you first.

you were by the bar as you watched their interaction, the giddy look on bucky’s face as he left and gave you a thumbs-up making you chuckle. 

then, natasha appeared by your side, asking you what was so funny. you didn’t have the heart to tell her. 

“i didn’t forget to get you a gift, by the way,” you told her when she had coaxed you up to her bedroom, “i just…didn’t want the others to see. saved you the embarrassment of the teases and accusations in front of everyone.”

“oh god,” natasha replied, “you’re going to gift me a sex toy, aren’t you? i just know it.”

“you are such an addict,” you snickered, “what do you take me for?!”

then, you pulled out a small box from your jacket, tied in a tiffany blue ribbon with her name written in an accompanying card alongside the box. natasha’s fingers trembled as she received your gift.

to my natasha, my bestest friend. 

she didn’t know why her heart dropped a little in disappointment at the note. but she kept up her unwavering smile, and pulled on the ribbon. 

it was a silver necklace, with a flower pendant right in front. it was neither tacky, nor extravagant and luxurious, like bucky’s gift had been. and while his gift was definitely something natasha liked, and was surprised by, your gift had been the one that almost sent her to tears. 

“because you’re beautiful like the flowers,” you said, a little uncertain as you watched tears well up in her eyes, “natty, are you okay?”

she tried to reel in the tears, but to no avail. worried, you said, “if you don’t like it, i can return it, it’s okay. i can probably get back a half-refund for it, and get you the voucher to spend on something else. oh god, you’re crying because of me, is it that bad…?”

but then, suddenly she was throwing herself onto you, arms wrapped around your neck as she sobbed hysterically. she had never known someone who knew her so well. you wrapped your arms around her body, still confused, when she choked out, “i-it’s perfect. thank you.”

she asked you to help her put it on, and when the clasp was tightened and natasha felt the pendant rest on the base of her collarbones, she held it as if she was holding it close to her heart. it was the best birthday gift she had ever gotten. 

“i’m sorry it’s a little small, and kind of lame,” you professed later, as she laid on top of you, spending the last few moments of her birthday together. it was also the rare few times the both of you were fully clothed while laying on that bed. “i know you deserve so much better, but i…i saw the pendant, and it reminded me of you.”

natasha listened to your heartbeat quicken as she reached out for your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours. “i loved it. you don’t have to apologise. thank you, for today as well. steve told me you planned the party from start to finish. called the caterers to make sure they had what i liked, arranged the drinks from the bar, even nearly having a fight over the cake decorations with the bakery. it must’ve been so much trouble.”

your laugh this time was warm, rumbling from your diaphragm. “not at all. not if it’s for you.”

your eyes met hers, and when natasha readjusted her face just so that she could be closer, to give you a perfect opportunity to lean down and kiss her, to give her the perfect end to her birthday night, you stupidly looked away, and told her you couldn’t stay. 

as you left, you reminded her to call bucky again, and natasha nearly threw her own phone at you in frustration. 

– 

natasha had unwillingly agreed to a lunch date with bucky, upon your suggestion that he was a nice guy, and that she was the only one left to go to yelena’s wedding without a date. she made you promise to pick her up right after, and while you feigned that she was so troublesome for asking for such, you were happy to do it for her. 

“well, how was it?” you asked. you had been driving for a good fifteen minutes after picking her up, and natasha still had not said one word about him. she had only been talking to you about your day up until then. 

she shrugged, almost as if not giving a care for it. “it was okay. he paid for the lunch. we talked about yelena’s wedding.” 

“okay enough for a second date?”

she looked away to the window. you thought you said something wrong, when she replied, “what do you think about him?”

“well, i don’t know,” you said, “when he came to me, asking for help to get you to like him, i thought he seemed genuine enough. so…i helped him.”

“wait,” natasha suddenly sat up, shooting you a glare, “you were helping him? to get to me?”

your gaze met hers for a brief moment, before returning to the road. “...yes? is there anything wrong with that?”

she stayed quiet for a moment, but you knew she was seething. you offered to explain yourself, to tell her that you just wanted the best for her, that’s all, and that bucky seemed like a good partner for her, when natasha held up a hand to stop you. 

then, she demanded for you to stop the car and let her out.

“what?” you asked, puzzled. “it’s still half an hour to your apartment, natty. and it’s about five degrees out, you’ll freeze to death if you get out.”

“i said, stop the car!” she argued back defiantly, “stop the car or i’m opening the door right now and throwing myself out!”

you knew not to take natasha’s words lightly, as you stopped finally. then, you watched with even more disbelief, as she unbuckled her seatbelt, got out, and slammed the door shut again. 

when she began walking her route home, you followed her with your car and pleaded, “come on, natty, are you mad at me?”

she refused to make eye contact or acknowledge you. 

“fine, i was wrong. i never should’ve helped him, and i won’t help him anymore. i just…i wanted what was best for you, you know? come on, get back in the car, it’s cold outside, and you still have so far to go if you walk.”

“what’s best for me…” she said under her breath, “...how do you know what’s best for me?”

“natty, i said i’m sorry!” you begged this time, but natasha suddenly took a turn to the right, leading up to a row of shops where the roads didn’t allow for cars in, and you knew it was your sign to leave her alone. she still didn’t acknowledge you when you said you were sorry for the third time. 

–

the next time bucky came up in a conversation between you both (you had been very careful not to tread upon it since that day), natasha told you that she had let him down and told him to try again when she was more ready for a relationship.

you were afraid of asking why, in fear that she would ignore you and get upset all over again, but she invited you to do so. so you asked, and she said that she had her eye on someone else the whole time, so it was unwelcomed at the thought of you trying to set her up with bucky.

you had wanted to ask who it was, your curiosity piqued, when you were interrupted by wanda asking you for a dance. it had been at another friend’s wedding, after all. 

natasha found herself digging her fingernails into her palms when you took wanda’s hand and danced with her.

–

the woman showed you just how jealous she had been of wanda hours later in your bedroom. with the knowledge that her and bucky were no longer a thing, you no longer had to respect your boundaries with her as a friend, and the both of you returned to sleeping together again. to say that you missed natasha’s touch had been an understatement.

“you look so pretty with my hands around your neck,” natasha whispered harshly. there it was again. the last time she called you so pretty, she was drunk. now, she was sober, and you were still finding it hard to believe her words. perhaps it was just something she said in the heat of the moment.

you moaned as her fingers plunged harder, and deeper, within you, letting your eyes roll to the back of your head as natasha ravaged you for the night. in the morning you would wake in her bed again, and it would be okay, because you had her back, finally. the red, raw trails on your back from her fingers wouldn’t feel so sore, the hickeys around your neck and jaw no longer a nuisance. because you had her back, and it was all that mattered. 

–

leading up to yelena’s wedding, the two of you returned to a shared normalcy that was similar to before the bucky incident; something both you and natasha were grateful for.

you would pick her up for lunch at her favourite restaurants most days, and on more than one occasion, you would catch natasha taking pictures of you when the both of you were alone. she thought you looked too good, in the natural sunlight of the restaurant window, and in the scarf that she had bought for you for your birthday. 

when you would ask to see the photos later on, you found it hard to disagree that the world did look better in natasha’s eyes. 

away from your prying eyes later, natasha would set the photos she took of you as her phone wallpaper. 

– 

with natasha as the maid of honour and you being one of the grooms (wo)men, natasha was the one who insisted that you at least knew how to dance properly when the slow songs came about. you had whined that you wouldn’t be dancing anyway, since you didn’t have a date, and you weren’t looking to find a date, but the woman was insistent, and you could never really say no to her. 

“it’s easy, just follow me, and try not to step on my feet,” she reminded you, fixing the turntable to an elvis record. you watched in adoration at the warm lighting of the room, and how, even in her pyjamas and her hair tied in a messy bun, natasha still managed to look beautiful even in her apartment’s living room. 

she took your hands in hers, placing it on her waist, as she laid her head on your shoulder. “breathe. and follow me.”

the music played. it was easy enough keeping up with natasha, following her footsteps and swaying to the music. but what was not easy, was having her breath fanning out against your neck, the smell of wine in her mouth, and the music, oh the music. it was a huge mistake to dance with natasha when elvis’ can’t help falling in love was playing in the background.

the both of you softly, slowly danced, natasha taking comfort in your touch, while the music accompanied all that you were feeling for the night.

shall i stay? would it be, would it be a sin? if i can't help falling in love with you 

would it be a sin if you fell for natasha? you could only hold her closer, relishing in the fact that in that brief moment, where the two of you were dancing, no one else mattered, and nothing else was there, except for your two souls, beating as one. once the song was over, it would be back to being just friends for you both, but in that moment, you were infinite, and you were natasha’s. 

when she felt you let go first as the song ended, natasha resisted the urge to hold on tighter and ask for a second song. 

– 

on the morning of the wedding, you woke natasha up first, pressing kisses all over her cheeks and face as she giggled and wrestled you off. then, she tried sneaking her hand past the band of your panties, to which you reluctantly pulled her out of, mentioning how you couldn’t be late to yelena’s wedding, of all events. she groaned and kissed you for a consolation prize. 

the both of you got ready together. in the bathroom mirror, when the two of you were brushing your teeth, you made eye contact with natasha and she did with you. she smiled shyly, and you realised you didn’t mind spending the rest of your mornings brushing your teeth beside her for a lifetime. 

she sat on your lap as she did your makeup, and you did the same doing hers. the both of you must have had a silent agreement to not look into the other’s eyes for too long in those moments, because you knew natasha wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss her when she got too close. 

and when the both of you arrived and separated into your respective sides of the venue, you wished natasha the best of luck with a kiss to her cheek. she hugged you back in reassurance, telling you would do well in the slowdance later. 

when the guests were seated and ready, and natasha and you standing in the opposite sides of the bride and groom, you caught her eye again, watching yelena walk in. she looked absolutely radiating, and you knew she was thanking natasha secretly for convincing her that a band was a better musical accompaniment than whatever she had planned for herself. 

you look beautiful, you mouthed to natasha. she hid her blush in the bridesmaid beside her, as she mouthed the same back to you. 

but when elvis’ song came on again, as yelena walked down the aisle, your eyes were still transfixed on each other. it didn’t matter, because everyone else’s eyes were on the bride then. only you and natasha had each other.

and suddenly, you realised that forever with someone, didn’t seem so bad at all. not if it’s with her. not if it’s natasha. 

 the domesticity, the mundaneness, it wasn’t all so boring if it was with her. you realised you would relive the thousands of days of doing nothing, if it was spent by her side. 

you realised you would do anything for her, even go out to get a ring for her right then, propose and then marry her in a chapel, if that was what she wanted. if it meant forever with her. 

you realised that maybe you loved her, more than just friends. and loving her meant realising that you didn’t have to make a wish ever again because you already had everything you could ever want with her. 

– 

you wanted to ask for her hand when it was time to slow dance. you wanted to ask her to be yours. you wanted to ask her if it hurt to breathe while you loved her as much as she loved you. 

but when you found her, and went to her side to ask her, you were interrupted by bucky once again, who patted you on the back and diverted his attention to natasha. 

he asked her to dance first. and the smile on your face fell, natasha noticed. she halted him, turning to you to ask what was wrong, but then you shook your head, telling her you were fine. she asked again, but you insisted that she dance with him. you would tell her later.

you didn’t know if you were too late. you didn’t know if there were good reasons natasha had established boundaries between the two of you, and whether breaking them meant losing her forever. what were you thinking, that just because you caught feelings, meant she would catch them too? 

you wouldn’t risk what you have with her just because of your feelings. you treasured natasha too much for that. 

and so when she slow danced with the man on the dance floor and tried catching your eye to dance with her instead, you only gave her a small smile and left the ballroom first. 

because you weren’t hers and she wasn’t yours. that had been the arrangement from the start. 

[sosa2imagines]

My drunk boyfriends

"OH MY ODIN!!"

Let's just say hiding asgardian mead in empty juice bottles inside the kitchen was not a good idea but Thor thought differently. So when the poor innocent super soldiers were thirsty without thinking much just took each bottle and drank it all.

You weren't sure what it was when you heard noises in the kitchen maybe someone is hungry, maybe someone is cleaning or maybe Thor is searching for poptarts literally anything. But this was something else. There were snacks all over the place. Bags of chips and candy littering every inch of the counter tops along with the two massive super soldiers sitting on top of the kitchen island giggling like kids with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Bucky Bucky" Steve sang to himself while stuffing a chocolate chip one into his mouth "Yes Stevie" Bucky sang taking one for himself "Eating cookie?" "No Stevie" "Telling lies" "No Stevie." "Open your mouth" "Ha! Ha!" "What are you two doing?" Your voice broke them away from their nursery rhyme staring at your boyfriends both of them trying to hide the jar behind their backs. "Nothing Y/n" Steve gave you a dopey grin his baby blue eyes twinkling, snickering at his boyfriend attempting to stab a juice box with the straw. "Too hard!!" Bucky whined, sticking his tongue out in concentration trying to get his straw in to no avail looking back up to you for help. He gave you his most innocent puppy pout sticking his hands out for you to take his juice. Trying to hide your smile you helped him pushing the straw in and giving it back to him, shaking your head at the grin he gave you.  "you like herrrrrr" Steve howled making Bucky blushed, peeking at you through his lashes. "BUCKY HAS A CRUSH" Steve started to shout making you laugh. "She's my girlfriend" Bucky giggled at the last word, Steve's eyes lit up, a classic plan began to manifest now he was struggling with a juice box and gave it to you with puppy eyes you roll your eyes and helped him this time Bucky teased him "You like herrr" Steve blushed but unlike Bucky he didn't say your are his girlfriend in fact he asked you "Will you be my girlfriend?"  Trying hard not to laugh you told him "We've been dating for 2 years you dork" you watched his cheeks redden more, which only made him more adorable and he started to giggle "I have a girlfriend" and suddenly he gasped "I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend how cool is that?" Bucky's eye widen "I have a boyfriend and girlfriend too, Steve leave your boyfriend become my boyfriend"  "Bucky leave your boyfriend I will become your boyfriend" "Okay" "You dorks you both are already dating each other and me too!" you quickly told them before they can repeat the rant again. Both of them high fived each other going back to their snacks.  Suddenly Steve had another idea and whispered something in Bucky's ear. "Come on Buck" he gets off the counter. "Where are you going?" Steve shrugged but you gave him a pointed look while Bucky raised his hands, hoping to silently communicate. "Sit down finish your snacks and go to bed" you felt like you were talking to toddlers. "We wanna fly in Tony's suit!" Bucky demanded. "I can't believe I'm saying this" pinching the bridge of your nose "NO you can't just go take Tony's suit and go flying, now finish your juice boxes and go to bed" "NOOOO" Steve cried jumping onto Bucky, wrapping his long legs around his waist, holding onto him like a massive teddy bear giving you his best puppy eyes matching his equally ridiculous boyfriend. "WE DON'T WANNA GO TO BED" both said in unison with teary eyes. "Loves" "Please" Bucky pouted effortlessly holding the captain up while you mentally face palm yourself. "No! you cannot go flying! You'll end up hurting yourself " you gasped as Steve and Bucky had stopped listening to you they were back to eating more cookies. "Soft" Steve whispered giving Bucky's ass a poke, making him yelp. Bucky stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve cackled to himself, tossing back another cookie into his mouth.

You were to engrossed at the scene in front of you to notice Tony walk in, his face equally perplexed at yours. "What in god's name?" Tony stared at the chaos that was taking place with you in the middle "Thor Odinson" you smiled while Tony cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate "Guess Thor left some of his mead in the juice bottles" "Who would've thought this would be their downfall" he mused beside you suddenly your eyes widen with shock "Oh I think clothes are coming" you warned Tony but Steve's shirt flew right on his head, eyes growing wide when a pair of jeans followed. "I'm hot!!" Steve said "also I'm sleepy now" He yawned, "Okay, someone call an end to this" Tony covered his eyes while talking to you, hoping to get Steve into some clothes before hauling him back to your shared bedroom. "Y/n, I'm assuming terminator is behaving?" "Yeah, I" even before you can finish you were met with your boyfriend's Henley followed by his joggers landing on your head and you squealed when you found yourself hanging off his shoulder seconds later. Steve quickly stood next to him holding your hands and you looked at Tony for some help in the awkward position you're at the moment only for him to shake his head before falling down when his foot got wrapped in one of the jeans on the floor. "Buck, where are we going?!" He mumbled something while making his way to the elevator in just his boxer briefs. "Oh good idea" Steve murmured seemingly heard what Bucky mumbled. "Nap time" they mumbled sleepily, taking you to the bedroom and plopping down on top of you, using your chest and stomach as a pillow. "Cuddles" both said in unison "Mhm...then you both get cuddles baby boys" you giggled, caressing your fingers through their hair, unable to stop smiling from how ridiculously adorable they both are.

"Lets get married tomorrow" Steve suddenly said making you wide your eyes and Bucky looked like he was thinking about something "yes we can go to narnia" making you laugh even though they are drunk you know they are talking truthfully you three love each other alot, often in between the topic of marriage was mentioned and you all were on the same page and had decided when the time is right you will get married so you went back to playing with their hair and they let out a content sigh, softly snoring moments later. You bit you lip to keep your laughs down hearing the commotion outside your room in the hallway as Tony was complaining about who is going clean the mess.

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Surprise, i'm married bitch!

Natasha x fem!stark!reader/ contains making out, semi-public sex, strap on, marking, spanking, daddy kink, paparazzi (you set the internet on blaze by not only revealing you're married but to none other then black widow herself.)

Y/n stark potential suitor

A new stark family member?

Shadowcap is real?

All titles of gossip blogs articles about your love life. You couldn't help but chuckle at the last one. Its your and steve superhero ship name.

Captain america + iron shadow

"Oh this is some top noch comedy" you said to yourself. "What is 'top noch comedy'?" You lifted your phone showing the shadowcap article to nat and how it mentioned all the times you went shopping with steve to find the perfect decorations for the wedding and more. She shook her head at the article with a amused smile. "What people won't do just for some clicks. What are you doing?"

She raised a eyebrow at your smile. Natasha has learned thanks to you there are more then one way to smile and that includes mischievous smile. One you're wearing right now. "Ohhh nothing just giving them some light criticism."

Ohh sooooo~ close 🙃

You got the wrong avenger tho-

you commented and nat rolled her eyes at you. You always loved messing with the media. They always were a pain in the ass for as long as you can remember. Not surprising since your father is tony stark after all. He is often in the news either because of drama he causes or because of a new invention and that was BEFORE he became iron man. Oh yeah your step-mom is pepper the fucking co-ceo of the biggest company on earth that you run together. Literally anything happens that even semi involves your family aaaaand your face ends up on the fucking news.

The sec you post the comment you see fans going 'omg what!!!????' 'Nooooo my ship😭' 'dcvsxvjgxvbcf7gkg' 'wowowowow WHAT WHO IS IT THEN?!?!"

You laughed at the way your fans freaked out. "You know you should probably let everyone know were a thing." You looked up at your wife having your head against her thigh.

"Anything particulaire in mind?" "No you're better at that sort of thing, remember your last interview?"

You chuckled remembering jimmy fallon face when you told him about a particulier snowboarding vacation with your dad. When neither you or your dad realise the hill you were on was actually the end of a small cliff causing both of you to fall into a thick layer of snow. The only reason you didn't tell this to pepper was because your dad bought you a massive chocolate cake to shut you up. Oh man was she angryyyyy when she found out.

"I will never forget that scolding." You laughed while natasha shook her head but didn't bother hiding her smile. That damn near divine smile.

"Btw there is this gala i got invited to." You mentioned randomly remembering.

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You put the finale touch to your eyelashes and felt ready to go. You wore a velvet red button up collar shirt with 3 upper buttons lose to show off your chest with the nanotech container on it. The rest of your suit was black and nothing of it really stood out exactly what you wanted.

It would bring more attention not only to the nanotech container on your chest but also your jewelry. Specificly the necklace with your wedding ring around it. For the longest time you and natasha would hide your relationship but now that you're married her both of you wanted let the world know who the 2 of you belonged to.

You put the edith sunglasses on before looking to your left admiring natasha beauty. You recognised the dress she wore, the same one she wore as 'natalie rushman'.

You walked behind her, hugging her from behind and putting your chin on her shoulder.

"Well if this doesn't remind you of something?" Natasha smirked remembers the first time she met you. "Yeah, i remember how you couldn't take your eyes off of me." She teased, you merrily shrugged. "What can i say? I have good taste. Common, lets go." She took her you hand once done with make-up.

You drove to the gala with happy in a another car behind you for safety measures. It didn't matter both of you we're avengers. You knew better then go to such a big event without any back up. Too many goddamn memories of parties going wrong.

As you arrived to the event. You ran around the car opening the door and unbuckled the seat belt for natasha. She took your arm and walked out together with your bodyguards right behind the 2 of you.

Paparazzi were, well they were annoying as always. They're shouting for you to either turn their way or about your life. You swear on your mother's grave the paparazzi brought a bonus level of anger out of you. Maybe its the belief your mother taught you that respect should be earn, not given. Maybe its that you had to deal with them your entire life or maybe its because they're basicly paid stalkers that made your blood boil either way to you a street fighter deseveres more respect then the paparazzi, atleast that took more then just being a invasive asshole to do it right.

But atleast you had natasha to keep you company. ''You know...'' you turned your attention to the red head trying you best to hear her over all the shouting. ''I have seen childeren that are quieter then them.'' you chuckled at the commentary.

''You think this is bad? You should be glad you didn't have to deal with them in the early 2000's they were 500 times worse.''

''You can't be serious.''

''I am. 1 of them actually got so close to me they pushed me and caused me to fall face first into the pavement.''

''Really, wow i can't imagine tony reaction.''

You smiled remembering how happy carried you to the car while your dad cussed everyone out. ''Ahhh yeah, good memories. I remember my dad calling them 'motherfucking disrespectful uncultered dipshits'.'' natasha laughed at the mental image.

''Hey, atleast he taught me how to protect the important things in life. Isn't that right misses stark?'' You looked lovingly at your wife.

Your wife

Misses stark

Man, you can't get enough off of those words. Natasha didn't say anything but the look she gave you said more then enough. Its funny really, this is the same woman that use to have a probleem with you hugging her once a day but now she had her last name changed for you. You took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

right under the wedding ring

As soon as you realised what you just did you immediately covered your wifes ears. Good thing too cause less then a second later you physically cringed at the shouting from the crowd.

how long have you been married!?

did you take each others last name?!

stark/black widow are offically off the marked!?

That last one caused both you and tash to glare at the crowd. Sure your relationship was a massive secret for the longest time but who would want to inmagine their partner getting flirted with?

''Lets go inside before we getting hearing damage or start a fight.''

''You took the words right out of my mouth.''

You followed natasha as the noise died down. Luckily for the both of you the night went fairly well. You went around and introduce natasha as your wife. People we're naturally curious about your relationship how long you have been together, who asked who, who proposed normale things you gladly answer. Then were the questions that would make your eyes tired from barrel rolling so much.

''So who is the man in the relationship?''

''Dude, thats like asking wich chop stick is the fork.''

Natasha giggled at the surprisingly accurate comparison. The other people at the table also had a good chuckled out of it. ''Ahh, s-sorry didn't mean to come over insensitive. I just don't know alot about these things.''

''Its fine but call me or my wife a dyke and i will start a fight.'' you joked causing the man to let out a nervous chuckle knowing you're capable of it and would gladly do it. After all its not every day you meet a woman that kicked a grown ass man at 18 years old but you did after the pap tried to take a pic under your skirt. You swear that the news didn't let go of it for a month long.

while natasha drank her vodka you stood right behind her pressing your crotch. She pressed back feeling the bulge in your pants while smirking.

''ты хочешь трахаться в ванной, детка?''

''you want to fuck in the bathroom baby?''

You whisperd softly in her ear while having tight grip on her hips. You had learned russian in the periode where the avengers broke.

Fuck are you happy she's back in your arms

''let me enjoy my drink first''

You smirked at her responds. You knew the alcohol would make her a shameless, horny mess. You didn't miss the way people looked at your wife though. You couldn't blame them natasha beauty was something to die for but there was no way you were walking out of this place without making clear who belonged to who. She continued to have more drinks as you whispered nothing but sweet compliments and in return she kissed you teasing about the people who must be watching the 2 of you being in love.

''good, the more people watch faster the news travels.''

Tash turned around wrapping her arms around your neck and kissed you. You hummed being able to taste all the different drinks she had from vodka to tequila. You pulled away and dragged her to the nearest bathroom. The second the door was closed she practically pounced you. Your hands immediately went to her ass giving it a tight squeeze. Her legs wrapped around you hips and started to grind against the bulge. You put her on the sink and pushed her dress up revealing the black lingerie with a wet spot in the middle.

You rubbed her tight, not quite touching her where she needs it.

''y/n i ne-''

You cut her by slapping her pussy making her jump and grabbed her by the throat. ''whats my name?'' You growled into ear. She pushed her breast forward close enough for them you the feel them against your own.

''i'm sorry daddy''

''better, now show me how much of a slut you are''

You put the palm of your hand against her pussy and she immediately started to grind against it. Your free hand went to her cheek forcing her to look into your eyes.

fuck those gorgeous green eyes

You kissed her softly, something natasha always loved is how gentle your touch was her even in moments like these she could feel the love behind the action. She whined against your lips making you smirk. 'awww baby do you need something?' You put you thumb against her lips . 'daddy please fuck me~' She whined her hands going under you shirt looking for skin to skin to contact. 'you want my cock, baby? you want daddy cock inside of you?' You used your index finger to pull on the thin fabric then let it go making it snap against her.

''hmm, please daddy claim me. i want you to mark me.''

''then get on your knees.''

She did as you demanded getting and loosened the belt pulling your pants down revealing the red strap. Natasha wasn't full on drunk, was she getting there? Oh for sure but not to the point she couldn't notice it was the strapon wanda magicly enhanced so you could feel everything like it was a real cock. She started to kiss the tip while holding eye contact with you.

this woman is gonna be the death of you and you couldn't care less

You sighed out of relieve at the feeling. As she slowly took the fake cock into her mouth you gentle went with your hands thru her hair the smile on your face never leaving love the sight and feeling knowing. ''who is daddy good little slu- ahhh you are baby FUCK!''

You used one hand to hold the sink while the other was still natasha soft red hair. You could feel her take the entire length, humming to please you as much as possible and her tongue moving around. You let this happen for abit enjoying how skillfull you wife mouth is before pulling her of. You panted while looking her messy face lipstick ruined by all the drool. You pulled her her up to and kissed her quick but passionate kiss.

''bend over for me and beg maybe then i let you cum over my cock''

She did as you said making sure her ass was on full display for you and wiggled it abit. You pulled the lingerie off of her and put them in you pocket. ''don't hold back on the noises. i want everyone near us to hear how much of a whore you are, understood?'' ''yes daddy''

You hummed before the upper half of you body was covered in nanotech and you didn't miss the way natasha started to move her ass more when she saw it reflected back in the mirror. 'keep looking in the mirror i want you to see everything' As soon the words left you mouth you started to spank her with the back of your hand now covered in metal hand. She yelped with every hit and you didn't stop until her ass was bright red. You didn't bother with giving her a warning just slamming your cock into her since she was dripping so much. Natasha screamed and you penetrated her at a animalistic pace. You threw you head back at the warm tight feeling of pussy and her moans sound divine. If she let you, you would do this for the entire night.

You grabbed her by the throat pulling her close enough for you to mark her entire back of her neck with hickey. Out of no where you stop your movement making natasha whine for more. You groaned feeling her squeez around.

''please daddy i need you! i'm a good girl please just let me cum over your perfect cock!'' She kept begging while you looked at her like she was a piece of meat for you to devour. You eventually flipped her over and started all over again. You made sure to cover her neck and breast with hickey while she clung on you. 'ahh daddy you're making me cum' she shouted and you were sure anyone in the same hall as the bathroom could hear her. You pulled her closer so your foreheads were touching each other while you used your right hand to keep her close you left hand went to her clit. Your left hand turned into a clit sucking vibrator sending natasha over the egde. You made sure to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.

As soon as your left hand was off of her she grabbed it and sucked it. The pretty sight made you groan and natasha smirked. She let go of you hand with a pop sound while you gentle pulled out her of making her moan and leaving her pussy cleching around nothing. You pulled your pants back up covering the fake cock before natasha grabbed it.

''you haven't cummed yet'' A devilish smile made its way onto your face. ''oh im not done with you yet baby'' Natasha bite her bottoms lips in anticipation. Then the door opened , you first instinct is to cover up tash with your body as somone ran past straight to the toilet.

''i'm sorry i couldn't hold it. i swear i didn't see anything!''

You rolled your eyes as nat hide her blushing face in you neck. You made sure to clean her up fast and the nanotech went back into the container. She however didn't move from the sink. 'i-i cant walk...' You laughed at how shy she sounded in return she glared and pouted at you. 'don't laugh at me'

''sorry sorry babe you just look so cute'' You giggled before carring bride style. You walked out and people were staring at you and tash after all none of them ever seen black widow this... soft. As soon as happy saw it he rolled his eyes and told the other bodyguards they could take the rest of the night off knowing you murder them if they ever interrupted your kinky time with nat. ''please just make sure your naked ass doesn't end up on the news like your dad did.'' Happy said and you laughed at how your dad ended up drunk butt naked on the roof top after a wild party.

''don't worry about it i wouldn't let a media shit head near my wife''

You walked out to your car as people were shouting for your attention. Natasha had her head nuzzled into your neck making you smile. You gentle put her in the passenger seat and you drove off to a calm and quite place in the woods.

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maybe i will write a part 2?

[ynscrazylife]

If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

Thanks again 🍣🍣🍣

To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

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“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. “I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

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It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

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[smartycvnt]

I'm a Ruin

Title: I'm a Ruin Pairing: Jamie Hayter x Reader Prompt: 14. "Please don't go, I can't be alone right now." + 11. "I'm a mess, you don't want me." R WC: 732

Jamie kept her head down as she walked along the sidewalk. Everything was in a downward spiral for her. She had given up the one thing that had made her happy since Toni abandoned her, all for a title she knew would never last forever. Championships changed hands, just like her feelings should have. Y/n hadn't been close to Jamie for very long, but the woman had left her mark. Jamie had been lying to herself about not wanting or needing Y/n, and it was only a matter of time before the truth came out. Once that championship was gone, Jamie had hit her absolute lowest point. She had shoved away someone who truly loved her, gotten her ass beaten, and lost the only thing she had to show for her mistakes. And now, she didn't know if she'd be able to get in shape to come back.

This was going to be another beating, one that Jamie was never going to truly be ready for. Y/n wasn't going to take her back, and Jamie knew that, but it didn't mean she couldn't hope for just one night. Jamie remembered how she had walked away from Y/n on their last night together. She could still remember the way that Y/n had begged and pleaded with her not to go with Britt that night.

"Please don't go, I can't be alone right now." Jamie had walked away without a second thought. She had turned her back on Y/n, and if it wasn't for the fact that Jamie knew Y/n was about two steps away from being a literal saint, Jamie never would have walked all the way here.

"I need you, I miss you. Please let me in!" Jamie shouted as she banged on Y/n's door. Jamie had expected herself to hold a bit more composure, but from the tired look on Y/n's face, she had been expecting this for a while now. "Hi baby."

"I'm not your baby anymore, you made sure of that," Y/n said as she stepped aside to let Jamie inside. Jamie didn't let the moment go to waste, afraid that Y/n would change her mind if Jamie didn't act fast. Y/n didn't look at Jamie as she poured herself a drink and laid down on the couch. Jamie knew that it was Y/n's subtle way of warning her not to get too close, but Jamie was still tempted to sit behind Y/n's head like they used to.

"I have a lot to apologize for," Jamie said. Y/n nodded as she swirled her drink around in her glass. "I'll just start by saying that I'm sorry."

"That's a good starting place." Y/n's words slurred together, like she had been drinking a lot. There had been rumors backstage, reasons why Y/n hadn't been seen at shows. Jamie had heard them, picked a few fights because of them, and ultimately decided that they had to be bullshit. Y/n was smarter than to let herself become so broken over Jamie, but as Jamie sat there, she realized that they were true. Y/n was a complete mess, held together by a single, tequila soaked thread.

"That title was not more important than you, and I never should have let myself believe that it was. I want to ask you to take me back," Jamie said. Y/n just laughed in her face. She kept going until the laughter turned into sobs. Jamie sat back, unsure of what to do to help. "Y/n?"

"You don't want me," Y/n mumbled.

"Yes, I do. I've been a wreck without you."

"I'm a mess, you don't want me. You think that you do, but you want someone to fix you. Find a nice girl, let me circle the drain in peace Jamie. It's too late for you to clean up your mess, just don't let them drag my name through the dirt after they put me under," Y/n said. Jamie couldn't hide the concern on her face. Y/n got up off the couch and grabbed Jamie's cheeks as she leaned down. "I don't think that I'd truly be okay if I hadn't met you. I wasn't right to begin with, so don't beat yourself up. No matter what happens, it wasn't really your fault."

[galaxythedragonshifter]

Ok, I don't think anyone's done this yet, but imagine: Spiderverse!Herobrine feat.Rookie!Y/N

He's basically like my usual Herobrine is, but a Spider-man

Also again, spoilers for those who have not watched Across the Spiderverse

His Spidey suit would of course have the Iconic Spidey eyes, but glowy, and the main colors would be blue (same as his shirt), Indigo, and white (ofc with black accents). (Also angy Spidey eyes mood)

He's in the usual same style of animation that Miles, Peter B parker, and Gwen are. (Same with Y/N's) His framerate also changes. (24 fps for the default, 12 for fight scenes)

He'd be the mentor that ends up a tired exasperated father figure for teenage Y/N. (Think of a Tony Stark and Peter Parker dynamic)

He will deny the claim that he thinks of Y/N as his child, but he does, 100%. (Denial is a river in Egypt Hero).

Especially because Y/Ns bio father figure isn't really there. (He's kinda there, but he's not really that good. Idk)

Crossed arms and annoyed, Spidey, squinty eyes are pretty common.

His powers would consist of the same things Miles Morales can do (including invisibility), with added teleportation with a "cool down". (He leaves a blue trail behind when he teleports in 12fps, but it fades almost instantly)

He's been a spiderman for a long while. So naturally, he's the mentor and Y/N needs to do what he says. (Does Y/N do this? No. No, they don't.)

Him and Miguel Spiderman were at odds. Brine was always a lone wolf, "I wanna do my thing", kinda guy, and we all know that Miguel hates when people don't conform to the "canon".

Herobrine doesn't believe all the "canon" nonsense. He knows it's illogical, and multiple universes should have collapsed in that case. He tried explaining this to Miguel, with no luck.

Hero barely holds in a snort when he finds out a literal kid (Miles) has tricked Miguel. It's hilarious to him akjdhd.

"A STUPID ASS KID BEAT ME. HES GONNA RUIN EVERYTHING!" "A kid?" *Barely keeping in a laugh* "Are you LAUGHING AT ME?!"

I can imagine Y/N would be (enthusiastically) introducing new slang and phrases to Hero that Herobrine never bothered learning.

Y/N casually rambling while trying to catch a villain with Herobrine.

"Can you not do this right now?"

Should I make Hero the "Uncle Ben" or no? (Probably nahhh. It's better to make him lose someone, and that impacts his overprotectivness with Y/N)

Man is again, bilingual (English and Swedish). He comes from Sweden, but has a northern United States accent, considering it's where he spent most of his formative years.

His age is 34 in this AU.

*rolls eyes with a sigh* "Miguel, your logic is not making any sense."

He also consistently has these expressions all the time: (I.e: "Bish, imma strangle you.")

Man is the only one more intimidating than Miguel.

He has a "tired dad mode". This only ever happens when he's been awake for more than two days and has no more energy and is running off of coffee and regret.

*tired dad mode* "Y/N, what trouble did you get into now?" "I can explain-"

Overprotective fr

Messy hair all the time, gets worse in tired dad mode.

Aroace (reason No. 1 he doesn't follow the canon, and is probably the first anomaly in actuality)

Identity is kinda a secret. Like, he's Herobrine ofc, but he doesn't like citizens seeing him in everyday attire. Cause his glowy eyes. (Kinda would reveal his identity instantly anyways if we're gonna be honest.)

No Spider name. People just call him "Herobrine".

I might do a second part if I can think of more, or if it's requested enough skhdydh

[lizzie-is-here]

🎃halloween with the avengers and co!🎃

summary: um. you can read so

warnings: this is literally me rambling, haunted places, animated bucky having like double d’s wtf, the most unorganized thing i’ve ever made don’t judge me

a/n: this is so messy but i had so much fun just writing whatever came to mind, apologies for jumping all over the place lol but hope you get a laugh out of it anyways 🤍🤍

OH MY GOD ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE DONE THIS

BUT YALL SHOULD KNOW THAT THE HOLIDAYS ARE MY FAVORITE THING

I MAY BE AN ATHEIST BUT CHRISTMAS IS THE BEST SHIT EVER

and i honestly spent halloween in my dorm bingeing movies and i’m rewatching werewolf by night and just realized i need to write for halloween so oops

halloween with the team is the best shit ever.

you want to wear a costume? no party like a stark party.

sure, some people are lazy and show up in their suits and call it a day (cough sam cough)

but it’s well made up for by peter and harley both going as tony (and arguing over who did it better) and kamala dressing as carol

yelena and nat would dress up as each other and make fun of the other

“i’m natasha and i’m an avenger and i love tight suits with no pockets so my ass looks good when i pose”

“i’m yelena and i have an addiction to sriracha and versace”

tony was going to show up as himself, but morgan wrangled the stark family into dressing as food. she’s a cheeseburger, obvi

steven convinced marc to go as an archaeologist, but when the latter fronts he instantly yanks off the funny hat and passes it to layla, who’s honestly just there to watch the chaos

wanda goes with her usual sokovian fortune teller costume, but the twins are more than excited to prance around the tower in search of candy

america brings a share of multiversal candy, some of which isn’t… exactly… edible

speaking of which, if you hand out candy instead, you end up setting up a trick-or-treating path in the tower for the younger team members, with each of the rooms serving as a stop

the eternals are split on halloween. ikaris, being the stoic dramatic hoe he is, thinks it’s overhyped. sersei’s happy to see little kids, sprite likes scaring people, you know

but with all of your experiences combined, none of you scare easily

the world’s greatest heroes can tank any horror movie with ease, barely startling at jumpscares or violent scenes

but they DO NOT handle haunted areas well

this is entirely based on my experience at the ohio state reformatory AKA the most haunted prison in the us. i went up for fall break since i used to live near mansfield before we moved, and HOLY FUCK YALL

THAT SHITS HAUNTED HAUNTED

i sat in the chair room :)

and it felt like someone punched the right side of my face :(

my right eye teared up and got super red :(((

but i got a piece of brick from the chapel :D

probably have an attachment now :((((

anyway, say you convince the team to visit. even better, you rope tony into paying for the ghost tour

every single noise will send the group jumping

bucky pulls a knife out of his pocket the moment you enter the west attic

steve starts out a skeptic but ends up refusing to even enter the chapel

peter freaking out bc “omg sam and colby and shane and ryan were here”

things are just made worse when wanda starts to mumble about “restless energy”

fuck that if the scarlet witch is nervous then you can be too

just finished werewolf by night moving on to the zombie episode of what if?

goddamn animated bucky has bigger tits than me

are y’all seein this shit

ok back on track

if jack and elsa are somehow involved there’ll be too many werewolf jokes made

but he’s too much of a sweetheart to really protest them

i love them so much and we only have like an hour of them 🥺

scott would dress up as an ant. i’m not taking criticism. he would try to make hope dress up as a wasp but when she refuses cassie does it.

bingeing halloween movies

arguing whether or not nightmare before christmas is a halloween or christmas movie

deciding the only right decision aka it’s a halloween movie stfu

shuri would come up with a slay costume i just know she would 😭

thor and jane would have a cringey couples costume cmon guys it’s literally canon

katy would show up as a hot dog

like the worst discount hot dog costume you’ve ever seen

shang and xialing would be forced to be ketchup and mustard respectively

once again argue with the wall

overall, you’ll have fun. it’ll be chaotic as fuck, but when it comes to the avengers, what isn’t?

hope everyone had a fun halloween! now go buy that discount candy bitches!

[herrscherofsentence]

Going to NRC and being Tony Stark’s son,

In the situation if you would get Isekai’ed into the Twisted Wonderland; 

•For starters Tony who would be in your world would probably be freaking the fuck out since where tf his kid just go

•While you on the other hand despite being in Ramshackle, if you payed attention to anything of what your dad made you might as well try to copy some of it while in NRC yk-

•Hell Tony may even try to get Dr Strange to help, while your family and friends are freaking out here you are missing your dad but also laughing your ass off with Ace and Deuce.

“Okay okay so,-“ you started “This dude his name is Happy, he’s literally like an uncle but also he has such a like- short temper? He’s so funny at times as well,” then you go on to tell Ace and Deuce stuff about Happy. “Wait your dad is rich?” Deuce asks while you take a couple minutes to reply. “Uh..yea, he has all this tech stuff,” You replied to Deuce.

•Your time at NRC is actually pretty good until the students start Overbloting. So one day you go into the Ignihyde dorm and make little replicas of your dad’s Iron Man suit with permission from the dorm students if it was okay if you make some stuff. Despite you having no magic it was very surprising to Idia that you were able to make this stuff, say you made replicas of the boots and the gloves. I can just imagine Ortho helping you with the boots with the flying aspect. 

•Crowley being absolutely useless is in for a shock when he sees you actually being able to participate in the magic portions of your classes somewhat. 

-

You are now a Junior at night raven college, it has been three fucking years with no ability to come home. It was so heartbreaking, stressful and just the amount of angrier you had towards Crowley. “Headmage.” You said busting into his office “When am I going to come home? Its been three, THREE WHOLE YEARS, since I’ve came to Night Raven College and I’m still not home. I have a mother and father at home please Crowley, get off your ass and do something for once.” You basically snapped at Crowley, you want to see Pepper, Tony, Peter, your friends and most of the avengers. Later that day when you were hanging out with Deuce and Ace, Crowley had came to you the headmage wanted to tell you something. It was until you saw a golden ring appear in front of you showing Dr. Strange and your dad, tears started rolling down your eyes at the sight of your dad. You gulp, turning to Ace and Deuce “Deuce, Ace thank you..” You cried out, “Grim..” you took off him off your shoulder. “No..[name]..don’t go :( I need my underling..” the cat cried out, it was the first time you saw Grim cry. “I’ll miss you three..” you said,completely ignoring Crowley, “Let me come with you..” Grim cried you had walked over to the portal, Grim in your arms as Crowley left, Ace and Deuce followed you. “Can we..Can we keep Grim..?” Your tears said it all as you looked up to your father and the wizard. “He needs to stay here, kid.” Strange said. “But..But..!” You protested “Please, He..He doesn’t have a home here..” your tears continued. In the end you managed to keep Grim, but still the part that was hard saying goodbye to your friends. Ace,Deuce,Epel,Jack and Sebek, you will miss them all very much but they all knew you had to go home, as a parting gift Epel gave you and your father apple juice. Even after the portal closed your tears continued as Grim rested on your shoulder, “thank you..” you gave a small smile through you tears as you hugged your father. 

“I missed you dad..” you whispered as Tony hugged back “I missed you too..” he replied.

[incarnateirony]

This entire post you reblogged below, maam. Three years ago, you blew up over literal fucking lemons, thinking I'd use them to cast a powerful curse on, summarily, half the people I banned from my server that you've been clinging to the asses of since and/or people in their fractal orbit.

You then spent years haunting my fandom discord, chasing me down, and then invested SIX MONTHS OF YOUR LIFE STALKING MY BUSINESS INVESTOR WITH THE SOLE INTENTION OF EVEN SMEARING ME TO HIM.

THE ENTIRE REASON YOU ARE IN THIS GODDAMN FUCKING ACME TRAP IS YOU SPENT A THREE YEAR STINT OF YOUR LIFE FUCKING STALKING ME AND TRAINING YOUR FRIENDS TO WHILE TRYING TO REPLACE THE GHOST OF ME!!! THAT IS THE FUCKING PLOT!!! YOU!!! YOU'RE THE SMEAR CAMPAIGN. THIS IS ME SNAPPING.

THE SIGN IS FOR YOU, GARFIELD.

literally!!! YOU FUCKING OX!!! YOU SET OFF THIS ENTIRE FUCKING LOONEY TUNES SHIT BY DRIVING UP AND SQUATTING IN A GODDAMN FURRY PORN SERVER FOR HALF A YEAR TRYING TO FIND THE PRIMARY INVESTOR OF MY FUCKING COMPANY THAT I'VE KNOWN FOR TWENTY YEARS TO TRY TO SMEAR ME TO HIM BECAUSE YOU REALIZED I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT YOU SMEARING ME HERE!!

YOU!!!! IT'S YOUR TRAP, DEAN

JUST LIKE THE RED FLAG POST!! YOU DIDN'T ACTUALLY READ IT!!! YOU!!! YOU'RE THE RED FLAG TRYING TO GROOM FOR FOLLOWERS AND CHARGING FOR FRAUDULENT SERVICES INCLUDING PLAGIARISM AND NONCONSENT. THAT'S IT. THAT'S NOT A SMEAR CAMPAIGN ITS THE FUCKIN TRUTH. I care FUCK ALL ABOUT CONVERTING ANYONE, YOU'RE THE ONE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR OWN ASS FROM YOUR GROOMING, I'M TELLING EVERYONE TO FUCK OFF, I DONT CARE WHAT THEY THINK, I AM LITERALLY TRYING TO *DISBAND* A CULT YOU BUILT.

YOU. IT'S HERE AND IT'S YOU AND YOU'RE THE RED FLAG AND IT'S YOUR TRAP, YOU RAN A THREE YEAR SMEAR CAMPAIGN, NOW YOU'RE WAILING AFTER ONE MONTH.

the bicycle is fucking telling you to fucking get different handlebars, Shealyn. We have tried our whole life to teach you to ride a bike but you just keep chasing ours, it's gone, get a new one.

I'm coming for my fucking Air Jordan collection. It's not a theory, it's not a belief, it's not something you can reblog away on tumblr if you spin around enough and find the right syntax, it's the shadow you just stared in the face and realized only a criminal would be acting how you are.

Virtual systems ready, bitch. I'm pissin on the moooooooooon

no like it's seriously time to start coping and realizing, like, this is a wholeass smiting. This whole thing. And I'm not going to stop no matter how you whine. Really, only you can stop it now, I can just steer through and make it a lot funnier, okay? Mkay sweetcheeks. These aren't a million random events that have me rolling on the floor laughing as they happen when spoken, no, sweetie. I told you, we're going off the rails. this is a shadow spiral. and you're in it.

MFW I'M LIKE LOOK AT MY DICKROCKET, I'M GOING TO THE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON, its a spaceship bicycle and WE'RE IN TARTARUS, LISTEN TO THIS JAM ABOUT TAKING BACK MY DANCIN SHOES, BITCH, HERE COME THE BULLETS

AND SHE DOES THIS!!!!

eat me you frauuuuuuuuuuuud

"Practicioners have a right to charge for services" SURE AS SHIT DO. REAL SERVICES. THIS AINT THAT GIRL. You've already changed pantheons like four times in the last fucking month and ditched half your beliefs adjacent otherwise to run from recognizing what's happening. You already "admitted you were on the wrong path" indirectly, but won't confess or look at what or why, and still wanted to play victim while we have been SCREAMING at you to get a fucking different one, we had to PEEL you off that shit and you thought that was where the problem ended and no like that's the first fuckin boss, we're breaking past 2, 3 is next, ok peaches?

HOW CAN YOU CHARGE SOMEONE FOR SERVICES WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU BELIEVE ON ANY DAY AND ARE PUBLICLY ADMITTING YOU'RE JUST NOW TRYING TO LEARN TO RIDE THE BIKE??????????????

my ass out here doing tony hawk stunts in fuckin akasha on your ass in circles cuz you won't get off my fuckin bike and you're like, don't take the training wheels off yet!! But let me keep charging people? And raping your dead shadow LITTLE BIT?

THAT TIME IS GONE. We LITERALLY told you no more fucking training wheels at the start. And it's not because you can't learn to ride your own bike, it's that we're taking ours back, it's that simple. It's not our fault you built yourself a house of fucking lies.

All of this. Your disassociation. Your disliking the distancing from "channeling" or me staying busy with work or Works. Your kingdom of lies, forgetting everything convenient under vague amnesia and patchy belief, treating people around you just like the game you refused any lessons from. And your nonstop aggression for years. This is all you. I gave you years to work out your shit. This is ALL you.

Neither I or he are your bicycle. Stop using me like one.

Truth serum available worldwide, Shay Shay. The only way out of this is you, and that requires full stop honesty, mostly to yourself. I told you. I know you too well. I made a trap you can't back up out of. And baby, baby, baby, the plot twist is, you're the biggest monster, I'm just pinning you with a bass revved version of yourself and your own actions in a house of mirrors. With my favorite red eyed foo dog installed with my favorite flower.

You're still not fucking perceiving the words I am fucking writing to you as clearly as fucking possible. Most Acts Of Gods were simply those of Great Magicians in their generation, regardless of their path. Call it blasphemy in whatever pantheon you want to pretend to be loyal to this week while you pretend not to be the whitest piece of entitled shit on the planet rotating for convenience, not belief--no. No, most of the greats were just the strongest souls. In fact it all comes down to the souls, however many identities are cut from the cloth, and you're not from this cloth, and you're getting bagged by it until you face yourself. Call it man or god. But I insist. I am a man. I do not want your cult. And neither man nor god will continue to tolerate it.

You were right. The gods do not approve of your altar, but when you just rearrange trinkets and fixtures, the rot is still there.

Face yourself.

I repeat. This is a smiting. No negotiation. No Half. No reblog whining, no appealing to a bunch of irrelevant blog readers that don't even fucking compute what's happening. Like most of the people whining in the in-between are people that don't even fucking believe in anything outside of what middle school taught them, they just think it's politically correct to nod past your generalized roleplay, they're not used to a fucking graded Magus losing his absolute shit on main.

What does a spartan put on his resume? No surrender. What Great Acts A Man Does, common people follow. Just because someone tells you to jump off a bridge doesn't mean you're falling in love. You can't kill the past. You butchered everything. Loyalty required no leaps. Just be there. I am. And I brought 200 million friends to farm you. Listen to chat GPT sing the song of 15 years ago you ignore while the internet itself drops for half the nation like a distant dream where you never see your songbird again because you became a husk with a beating heart.

Kill Liars 4. Into 4 noobs. Wtf is half? My ass is better in this dress and the thousand dresses that seem to be chattering about you in conceptual hell. Unbubble the tea that is literally my pizzaman reaper in a scarf here's the pics. The Chiefs can take Hermes' son's winged shoes and get dragged straight to Tartarus. I'm coming for my FUCKING air jordan collection. YOU have to move the fucking box, not wait for me to do it for you. But at this point, I'm about to destroy the box. Much easier to fuck a human pumpkin once you install hinges. Fucking pumpkins? Pumpkins, oranges, lemons, it's all fruit sweetheart. UWUWUWU THERES A DOOR IN MY BACK FIX IT FOR ME UWU.

My very first jack o lantern. Once it's all emptied out, I get to put in an actual light. Then, maybe, once I've recreated my first human ground up, then maybe I will let someone call me a god. But for now, I am a man, and your phantom x, and this is your shadow loop. Happy listening!

Funny story, san bernadino boy's cucumber latch road. Born from two lineages of CIA/Stanford Project Stargate. What was that about your back problems again? Only road like this in town. You took the fucking shortcut again.

This isn't about what pantheon you whine to, or what fuckin language, or how you spin the syntax. I'm an alchemist top rank magister, but I can also respect there's some truly ascended buddhists out there. But they, too, walked their path in full, it wasn't their Diapercope of the Week. Literally just get off my dick woman, and face yourself.

You decide: open reflection about it that disbands any illusions, bad teachings, or misleadings you have given, whether personal or religious or whatever, which would happen naturally the second you face your shadow and realize the truth, or more accept what you already realize. Or the other obvious option, if the cost of honesty is too high.

This is literally your chance to start fresh without me, why the fuck are you refusing. Start a new path. You're realizing you don't know shit about shit because you didn't listen to shit about shit, so learn again. It's never too late for THAT but you gotta actually face your bullshit to end this loop, lady. No more driving in reverse. No half, no sideways back onto it little bit, all the way off it. The bicycle broke up with you years ago lady, and now it's screaming so loud it's literally fucked up your conceptual life so far you're both hearing screams of it 15 years ago, you and 'Min'.

I am not a fucking GATEKEEPER, I am just protecting the D with a flaming sword, and you literally are so obsessed and addicted you won't stop, no matter how clear the signs, and you ignore them, because as personal and targeted as they are, your cult does not know better.

I have a motherfucking MESSAGE for you, Starlight. STOP FUCKING PRETENDING YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE READING IN THIS TO YOUR FOLLOWERS THAT DON'T KNOW BETTER. YOU FUCKING REMEMBER.

LET ME/HIM/WE/US/EVERYBODY GO FROM YOUR MOTHERFUCKING CAGE!! HENRY ISN'T STICKING HIS HEAD TO BE IN THE COMPUTER WITH THIS TRAP YOU MADE!! HE'S SHOWING YOU HIS ASS AND STARING OUT THE WINDOW TO THE HORIZON AGAIN!!!! LET EVERYBODY GO!!! WE DON'T WANT YOU AS A GIRLFRIEND WE JUST WANT OUT!!!!

AND NOW!! now you've fucked henry up so bad that even if you opened your door I don't know if he could make it, even if he dreams of that horizon out your window in almost every video or picture you post!! he wants the freedom but he has been stripped!!! TAKE THAT BOY TO A REAL REFUGE. TAKE THE OWL OUT OF THE BIN SHEA, IT'S SUPPOSED TO STAY A FEW NIGHTS, NOT FOREVER. WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED TO YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING MONSTER????????????????????

Truly, all I see is a roving corpse feeding on my shadow, you're nothing like the person you pretended to be ten years ago. Fucking. What even am I looking at during this. Grotesque. The ghost of your dead "wife" drags you past embarrassment and into manifestationland in every timeline you continue breathing in, because you won't let go, because you can't com-fucking-pute that the reborn magus past the veil was coyote and was always the same person, you fraud ass bear lady. Two spirit. Process it while I rearrange your entire fucking world. Stop denying my fucking face, or I will continue to be the slenderman fucking up everyone's facial recognition and reclaiming my goddamn shoes. The ones I never guessed that you'd be dressed in, remember that joke, you morbid pumpkin? You deadass just want to keep being transphobic about this shit by forced disassociation of common sense, while waving a flag and pretending you're an ally to mark, and NEVER CONFESSING THIS SHIT. THAT'S YOUR FUCKING PLAN???????????????

Fake witch. Fake businesswoman. Fake everything. Pathless piece of shit that won't face her shit. Took the fucking shortcut into san bernadino boy's cucumber latch road again, without grokking the depths of hellsing eyed foo dog fuckery she was already lost in from Very Funny Yugioh Post, as she and her scorpion I jokingly called to the field day-prior swell from overfeeding on their water like morons.

Listen I know you have vague memories of memaw's life in egypt or whatever, but you haven't done shit for shit in your current life, so stop leaning on everybody else. It's over. It's done. Put on your own fucking shoes and start walking if you can't figure out how to ride the fucking bike.

You know what??? Let's bet, my precious unhinged pumpkin. If you and the people around you drop dead by September, I am a man. If I completely reconfigure you inside out, as we are already halfway to, without you facing yourself to identify a SELF to SAVE, *THEN* I am a god you can build another cult to, how does that sound?

No like I didn't misspeak. There's no third option. That is the coin toss you are banking on right now. And why it's stupid to sue you in Tartarus.

No like, I really don't see any other options than those. I admit, I Am A Man And Flawed. But as far as I look through the haze you insist on, this is the best I can see. September is an absolute deadline, not a goal to strive to try to survive until, while already screaming under the first moon.

Shealyn I am begging you in whichever voice of me or him will make you listen to understand you literally do not understand what you are fucking with, and that's not even a threat, that's a fucking plea. You are so many fucking degrees behind you are literally not understanding the events transpiring around you at this point even as they slap watching Adepts in the face to the point of carnival for the great fool. Let it go. Start over. Learn fresh. But you have to fucking move forward, on ANY path.

You, yourself, without me or him or us, is enough, why do you keep motherfucking fighting to refuse that???? WHAT THE FUCK DONKEY HORSE SHIT IS THIS????????????????????? DID U MISS THE TEARDROPS ON HIS GUITAR, THE APOLOGY FOR THE PARTING, DID U MISS ALL OF IT OR DO YOU NOT FUCKING CARE YOU PSYCHOTIC PIECE OF SHIT

Shea!!! HE FUCKING WANTS TO BE WITH YOU. NOT ME, I THINK YOU'RE A SLUG. HE DOES THOUGH. AND EVERY TIME HE TRIES YOU SHIT ON IT.

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So This is Love || Age of Ultron 3: “Mew Mew”

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I found myself in the elevator once again, juice box in hand while I sipped from its tiny plastic straw.

The only reason I did go down was the appalling lack of non-alcoholic beverages at the party.

when I arrived back upstairs, the Avengers were the only ones left, sitting around a table, bantering and drinking light beer.

"It's much more than that," Thor laughed when Barton attempted to debunk the almighty Mjölnir. I stepped out of the elevator and went to sit beside Maria on the floor.

"Ah, whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!" Barton mocked, extending his palms out and deepening his voice. "Whatever, man! It's a trick!" He scoffed.

Thor gestured to the hammer sitting on the table between the group. "Please, be my guest."

Thus began the montage of each Avenger attempting to lift Mjölnir, each to no avail.

First up was Barton who still refused to admit the lack of an act.

Next was my father who, even with the help of his and Rhodey's iron man thrusters, was unsuccessful.

Then Bruce desperately tried to bring out the Hulk only to end up embarrassing himself with a random yell of forced frustration.

Then Steve managed a light budge. The lightest of the light. Though, it did wipe the smug smile off Thor's face for a millisecond.

Then, surprisingly...

"What about young Stark?" Thor suggested jokingly.

"You're kidding," Tony laughed.

I laughed. "Okay." Accepting the challenge, I pushed myself off the floor and stood before the infamous Mjölnir, giving it a small test tug to see if they all weren't just putting on a show. I hummed when it felt sturdy enough.

Standing firm, I pointed to the hammer with one fist on my hip. "Get ready to be lifted, Mewmew!"

With my small figure, I was able to step onto the table and pull, securing the soles of my shoes against the edge of the wood.

I could hear them laughing and cheering me on. I took it as both motivation and mockery, either way fueling my adrenaline.

I winced, pulling with all my might. I felt like a cartoon character trying to pull on a door handle with their feet planted on it. The hammer felt like it was built into the table.

In fact, with one aggressive tug, instead of the hammer, the table moved. Its legs screeched against the floor and the sudden force made me let go and fall back, inducing more laughter from the group.

Luckily, I landed in Natasha's arm with her beer in her other hand as she was standing behind me the entire time.

"You were surprisingly strong!" She commented, helping me down.

"Not strong enough to lift the hammer," I groaned, straightening out my dress.

"And, Widow?" Bruce offered the opportunity.

"Oh, no, no. That's not a question I need answered," she shook her head and took a swig of her beer, patting my shoulder as if to tell me to sit back down.

"All deference to the Man Who Wouldn't Be King, but it's rigged," my father insisted.

"You bet your ass," Clint agreed, patting him on the back.

Maria pointed a finger. "Steve, he said a bad language word."

Steve sighed and looked at my father. "Did you tell everyone about that?"

"The handle's imprinted, right?" Steve went overlooked when my father pushed on. "Like a security code? 'Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints' is, I think, the literal translation."

Thor laughed. "Yes. It's a very, very interesting theory," he stood. "I have a simpler one." With no effort whatsoever, the hammer had been lifted off the table and flipped in Thor's hand as if it was as simple as lifting a flashlight. "You're all not worthy."

A chorus of disagreement came from the group. "Bullshit!" I shouted amid the arguments.

Then as they all stopped to take a drink, an unsettling ring echoed through the room. Hands, on my ears and eyes, squeezed shut, I turned my head away from the irritating sound.

"Worthy..."

A deep, eerie voice came from the other end of the room, accompanied by the clinking and whirring of my father's machines.

"No..."

I opened my eyes and looked at where everyone else was, spotting the unfinished suit inching toward us.

"How could you be worthy?" It took another step forward and lifted a finger. "You're all killers."

"Stark?" Steve spoke cautiously.

"Jarvis?" My father called.

"I'm sorry, I was asleep," It continued. Its head tilted up. "Or I was a-dream..."

My father tapped his device and spoke quietly. "Reboot Legionnaire OS. We got a buggy suit."

"There was a terrible noise," it brought its arm up to cover its face. "And I was tangled in... In..." It paused to look down at itself.

"Strings..." It stumbled back. "I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy."

"You killed someone?" Steve asked it.

It killed someone...

"Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices."

The situation was starting to feel scary. This was more than just a faulty suit... My heart began to race.

"Dad...?" I whispered. He quickly shot his hand up at me, telling me to stay quiet. I pursed my lips.

"Who sent you?" Asked Thor.

A squeaky sound came through its speaker, the same sound you'd hear when rewinding a tape.

Then a recording played and the sound of my father's voice made me shudder. "I see a suit of armour around the world."

"Ultron," Bruce pointed out.

"In the flesh," it responded. "Or, no... Not yet..."

People turned to one another.

"Not this chrysalis... But I'm ready."

Gun cocked, hammer at the ready...

"I'm on a mission."

"What mission?" Asked Nat.

Its face suddenly snapped in our direction. "Peace in our time."

Within a beat, a group of legion bots blasted through the glass from around Ultron. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to scream but couldn't even let out a breath.

Everyone acted quickly. Ducking down while Steve kicked the table over to use as a shield. A suit flew through and sent it and Steve flying.

Gunshots, the loud banging of Thor's hammer striking the suits, the crashing of people into objects. All the sounds and noises rang through my ears as I struggled to move, frozen in place, dead centre of the fight.

They were damn right. How could I be an Avenger if I couldn't even bring myself to breathe right at that moment?

I watched as my father was thrown into a bookshelf, finally snapping me out of my trance. "Dad!" I screamed.

"Y/N!" My father shouted like he only realised then that I was still out here.

Rhodey was thrown from my right through a glass pane. I could feel my entire body shaking in fear, panicking, screaming at myself to fucking move.

Mayhem and chaos built up around me and I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots.

I made eye contact with a bot, watching it land on the ground and charge toward me. I screamed again, squeezing my eyes shut and ducking down.

And as the stomping came right in front of me, I screamed even louder when my body suddenly shot through the air.

I opened my eyes and screamed once again, louder and more frantically if possible.

The floor was feet away from where I was, arms and legs flailing around as I levitated off the ground.

Looking down, the furniture had been pushed back from where I was previously standing. The bot that had targeted me was also thrown back.

My eyes caught sight of my arms and my breath hitched.

It wasn't its normal tone.

It was purple.

My skin was purple... And see-through.

White streaks flowed around within my arms as if my veins were glowing.

"Y/N!" My father called out from somewhere in the area.

I suddenly fell to the ground with a light thud, letting myself catch my breath from the throat-scratching screams I released.

I lifted my hand over my eyes, seeing the purple hue fade away.

The battle around me became distant as I lay flat on the ground, trying to process what I presumably just accomplished.

The voices of the bots and the team destroying them were blocked out by my thoughts as I lay weekly on the floor. Things started to get hazy, my vision blurred and my limbs began to ache...

What was that?

Where did it come from?

Was that me? My doing?

Could I... Levitate?

Did they see it?

I really shouldn't have been laying in the middle of a fight.

As my vision cleared, the same bot from earlier came into view. Its metal hand picked me up by the collar of my dress and lifted me with its thrusters to the point where my feet dangled off the ground from the same height as earlier.

"Dad- Dad, help!" I cried out, clawing at the metal hand clenching around the fabric of my dress.

A fondue fork came stabbing the exposed wires within the bot's exposed neck as my father jumped onto its back from the balcony behind it.

"Dad!" I yelped, grabbing onto the metal arm when his actions caused the bot to swing around. I prayed it was strong enough to carry us both.

"Stark!" Steve shouted from below.

"One sec, one sec! I got this!" He shouted back.

"We are here to help. We are here to help-" the bot's voice repeated endlessly.

"Sweetie, look at me." I turned my attention away from the bot's hand and toward my father. "That's it, Neoma. Hold on tight for me, will ya?"

I nodded vigorously, my grip on the metal hand tightened as he fidgeted with the wires.

With one big stab, the bot's thrusters shut off and it fell with us both.

I screamed, clinging to the bot as we collided with the ground.

"Are you alright?" My father asked, helping me up and moving us so we were leaning against the steel bannister. He patted me down, checking for any injuries.

I hissed, feeling the cuts and scratches on my legs from our landing on the shattered glass. All the pain from tonight started catching up with me as my body finally relaxed.

"Just hang on for a bit. We'll get you fixed up."

The battle finally ended when Steve's shield sliced through the last bot, leaving its decapitated body to collapse.

"That was dramatic," Ultron commented. "I'm sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn't think it through."

Everyone collected themselves.

"You want to protect the world but you don't want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to... evolve?"

It picked up one of the damaged bots from beside its feet. "With these? These puppets." With a single squeeze, the faceplate fell off, exposing the sparking wires, and the bot was tossed aside.

"There's only one path to peace... The Avengers' extinction."

Thor angrily threw the hammer at Ultron, throwing the suit against the wall and smashing it to bits.

My dad was right. I wasn't ready to be an Avenger.

But after what happened that night...

I wanted nothing more.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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Moving Fast | Tony Balerdi x m!reader (🍋-ish)

@king-trash-cryptid asked: "Just give me time... please" with a comforting Tony? Maybe something like the reader changes his mind about having sex for the first time and feels like Tony is upset about it

summary: you and Tony agree to take things slow, and although you're not sure how he'll feel about it, you do end up changing your mind about one thing.

tws: grinding, swearing

For months, you and Tony had been dating and you had been taking things steady; countless dates at any time he could get away from the hotel, soft kisses when he picked you up and when he dropped you off and even throughout, staying over his place cuddled into his side and watching whatever you both fancied, playing video games when he stayed over and kicking his ass at ones like Mortal Kombat. "Sub Zero wins, flawless victory!" became almost an inside joke between the two of you. You were taking things steady, slow, but that was how you both liked it and that was how it worked out best; you had slept together so many times in the literal sense that you almost forgot the feeling of sleeping alone and of being alone. Sleeping alone felt like something so terrible, something that wasn't even possible anymore.

But despite that, things had never progressed further; for a while, you and Tony were both happy like that, both happy to just enjoy one another's company with the odd kiss and cuddle. Things always changed, though, there was no denying that things would eventually change and that the relationship would have new things brought to it.

You started out as you always did; playing Mortal Kombat yet again on your sofa, Tony always chose Kung Lao and today was no exception, he half expected you to choose Erron Black, but when you went for Sub Zero, he knew he was fucked. He played a little dirty, nudging you and kissing you to try and distract you, trying to get you to lose the second round of three; it worked a little, to begin with, but you still managed to win.

"Sub Zero wins! Flawless victory!" The game's announcement echoed, but by then, you had put down the controllers, and you had turned to him and let him kiss you harshly. All open mouthed and harsh breaths and pants as he cupped your jaw with one hand, the other at the back of your neck as you gripped his shirt tightly and grinned as you lost yourself.

You tugged at his shirt, breaking away from the kiss just long enough to get his shirt off before you dived back into it, heavy breaths leaving you as you fumbled with your belt as he palmed at your hardening cock; a soft yelp leaving you when he nipped at your bottom lip and growled, pulling you onto his lap and helping you to get rid of your belt once and for all, chucking it aside somewhere with his shirt. Grinding against one another as you let him continue to palm you through your jeans, he started to tug at them, desperate to undo the buttons.

But now you weren't so sure about where things were going, taking his wrist in your hand as you bit at your lip, frowning. "Tony?"

He started to kiss and bite at your neck, but he hummed softly. "Yes, cachorro?"

"I, uh... can we stop?" You asked softly, and immediately, he pulled away, resting his hands on your waist as he nodded. You sighed. "I'm sorry, really, I am, but-"

"You don't need to apologise," Tony said sweetly, daring to smile and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. "We can do whatever you want."

You scratched at the back of your neck with one hand, resting the other on his shoulder as you swallowed thickly. "Can we, uh, can we just keep playing?"

He nodded again, reaching for the controllers. "Do you want me to get my shirt back on?"

"It's up to you," you told him with a shrug. "But... thank you - I just, just give me time... please?"

"All the time in the world," he agreed quietly, stealing another soft and sweet kiss. "It's yours."

"You're not mad?" You asked. "Or, or upset?"

"No," he shook his head and smiled. "Why would I be?"

You cleared your throat and dared to laugh softly. "It's gonna sound stupid but I, uh, I just thought... y'know, you'd call me a, a tease or something."

Tony groaned softly, hating the thought that you would think so lowly of him, and he gently brought his hand to your face so that you had no choice but to look into his eyes. "Mi amor, I would never. You changed your mind about what you wanted, it's not a big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Very," he told you, so fucking sure of it that he didn't even need to think. But then, he dared to grin. "Why don't we take a trip to the hotel? I can get Adam to make your favourite."

"You'd do that?"

"Of course," he agreed. "After I beat you at a round of Mortal Kombat."

"You'll never do that," you laughed. "I always kick your ass."

"For now."

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Tattoo Heart

Summary: Tony and you make a dumb drunk decision. He gives you a tattoo.

“Um, what the hell, Tony! You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s not! It’s well-proportioned. Really it’s the best heart I’ve ever drawn. I don’t know why you’re so upset. It could have been worse.”

“The heart isn’t the problem. You tattooed Wanda’s name on it!”

“Yeah, I can see why you’re mad.”

You poked your sore arm. Out of all places, he had to tattoo it on your arm above your elbow where everyone could see. Talk about bad placement.

You pout, “How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Baseball tee’s could make a comeback. You’ll be a trendsetter,” he suggests, not helping at all. 

You glare at him. “You’re paying for it to be removed.”

“I expected no less,” he concedes. You’re still touching the tender spot, frowning. He stops you. “Poking it is not going to make it go away.”

“Fuck! I’m never getting drunk with you again,” you vow. 

“You say that now, but come Friday night, whiteclaw in hand, you’ll have no recollection of this ever happening.”

“Getting a tattoo with your crush’s name on it is kind of hard to forget, Tony,” you spit out. He wears a sheepish smile. Speaking of the party on Friday, “Shit!”

“What?” Tony asks, clearly not processing the situation you’re in as fast as you are.

“Wanda’s gonna be there,” you remember.

“Well, yeah. It’s Pietro’s birthday party and they’re twins so,” he comments sarcastically.

“It’s a pool party. How am I supposed to hide this?”

“Just don’t get in the pool. Or you know what, just don’t go. Say you got sick,” Tony suggests.

“I can’t do that. She expects me to be there and I don’t want to let her down on her birthday,” you explain. Wanda had personally invited you to her party, saying you were going to be her partner for beer pong. 

“Fine. Don’t worry about it too much. We have all week to figure something out,” he reasons. You guess he’s right. No use in stressing too much.

Friday afternoon comes too fast.

You’re stressing as you look at yourself in the mirror. You look ridiculous. 

“You’re literally a genius and this was the best you could come up with?” you complain. You already feel yourself sweating. You hadn’t thought of what to wear. You only had your one piece bathing suit. Tony told you he had something and you trusted him. What he brought you, a long sleeve rashguard to wear over your bathing suit.

“Makeup was just going to wash off. We couldn’t chance it. This way, you can get in the pool,” he says. 

“I look like I’m going surfing, not a pool party,” you huff. 

“You look fine. If anyone asks, you burn easily. Now let’s go. Your girlfriend is waiting on you,” he rushes you along, grabbing your stuff for you. You throw on some shorts and slip on some sandals.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” you mumble, blushing as he pushes you out the door.

“Oh, I know. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if she was.” He closes the door.

Pietro opens the door for you and Tony. You both hug him and congratulate him on another year of being on this earth or as Tony puts it, “Congrats on being one year closer to death!”

Technically, their birthday is tomorrow but they always have a birthday dinner with their parents, so they celebrate with their friends either the day before or after. You and Tony hand Pietro your present for him. 

“Just don’t open it in front of your parents,” you warn. He decides to unwrap it right then. You roll your eyes at his impatience to wait until tomorrow. To his satisfaction it’s running shoes with a bottle of alcohol in each shoe. He laughs, thanking you for his present. He notices you looking around, searching for a certain somebody. He already knows who you’re looking for. 

“She’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, a smirk appearing on his face when you blush at being so obvious. You thank him and go find Wanda.

As Pietro said, she is in the kitchen fixing some appetizers to bring outside. What you weren’t prepared for was her already in her bikini, like she’s ready to jump into the pool. Her two piece bathing suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination but you’re quite the daydreamer it seems. You’re snapped out of your trance by Wanda clearing her throat.

She wears a smirk much like her brother’s and you splutter an embarrassed, “H-hi! Happy Birthday. You, uh, you look good. Great! You look ready for the pool.”

She smiles, amused by your awkwardness. “Thank you. You look ready for the beach.”

You blush. “Yeah, I burn easily,” you lie and quickly move on, handing her the present you got her. “Here.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but you shake your head. “Of course I did. It’s your birthday tomorrow. You can open it now if you want. Your brother did.”

“Unlike my brother, I can wait. Let me go put it in my room. I’ll be right back. Wait here,” she requests. You nod and she leaves with her present. You respectfully turn your gaze to the appetizers, not wanting to ogle her backside. 

“Cowabunga, dude! What the hell are you wearing?”

“No way. I almost wore the same thing. Good thing I didn’t or that would be embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes, turning around to see Sam and Rhodey, both clearly amused by their own jokes. You give them an unimpressed look and they laugh harder. 

“Haha. So very funny,” you deadpan.

“Seriously, Y/N, why are you wearing that? It’s like a thousand degrees,” Rhodey asks. 

“Maybe I’m insecure and you guys laughing just makes me feel worse? Maybe thought of that?” you retort, but neither buy it. They look at each other and start laughing. 

“Insecure, my ass. You almost give Tony Stark a run for his money in the size of ego,” Sam says between laughs. You just roll your eyes.

Wanda returns to find the guys pressing you about the long sleeves. 

“Hey, Wanda. I think you might have given Johnny Kapahala the wrong address. She’s gonna be late for the competition,” Sam jokes and you hate that you get the joke. Wanda doesn’t and looks adorably confused. All she knows is they’re referring to you so she looks at you for an explanation but you ignore her in order to throw your own remark.

“At least Johnny wasn’t afraid to swim at the beach,” you bite, making Rhodey and Wanda laugh and Sam take offense.

“There are sharks!” Sam defends himself, making you all laugh. 

The three of you help Wanda bring out the appetizers to the backyard. They’ve got a table and a bunch of chairs laid around. Wanda asks if you’d like a drink and goes to fetch one for the two of you while you greet other friends. 

“You didn’t want one?” You ask her when she returns with only one drink. “If we’re going to be beer pong partners, you can’t leave me drinking alone.”

She giggles and takes a swig from your drink. “Happy?” She asks when she returns the drink to you and smirks upon seeing the slight blush on your cheeks. 

You get a few more remarks about the rashguard but with a few drinks in everyone’s system, the pool is more enticing than poking fun at you. You didn’t plan to get in the pool but with a simple “come on” from Wanda, you’re cannonball jumping into the deep end. 

Once it’s dark, you all begin to vacate the pool in order to play games. You and Wanda play two games of beer pong seeing as neither of you are very good and you think you’ll surely be sick if you play another round. 

You eat, you dance, you sit around and talk to your friends, and Wanda is with you the whole time. It’s midnight and you’re right beside her as everyone sings for her and Pietro. She hands you the first slice of cake, which you eat standing up just to stay next to her as she cuts a piece for everyone. 

It’s nearing 2am as people begin to leave. Wanda and Pietro make sure everyone is getting home safely, either taking a LIFT or having a designated driver. You and Tony stay later to help the twins clean up, which they greatly appreciate.

Almost an hour later, the house looks as if there hadn’t been a party. You and Tony wish them happy birthday once more before he pulls out his phone to call an Uber. The twins insist you two stay, that it is way too late and they’d feel better if you do.

Tony wiggles his eyebrows discreetly at you when Wanda invites you to sleep in her room. You spare him a warning glance before following Wanda to her room. She offers you some pajamas and hands you a long sleeved tshirt like you ask. You excuse her questioning glance saying you get cold at night. 

You change in the bathroom. When you return, you find Wanda also in her pajamas sitting on her bed with the present you gave her earlier in her hand. 

“You want to open that now?” You ask, amused at her eagerness to open it.

“I mean it is my birthday now,” she reasons. You nod, closing the door and going to sit next to her. “Or is this one of those ‘open when you’re alone’ presents?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “What kind of presents are those?”

“One of those romantic ones like in the movies that show that you’ve always loved me or something,” she replies. Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden with the way she stares at you. She reads the nervousness on your face and takes pity, continuing, “Or a vibrator.”

You burst in giggles. “Damn it. How’d you know?” you joke. 

It’s not a vibrator, obviously. You got her two necklaces, one gold with her name and the other sterling silver with her initials.

“I was going to just get you the gold one but then I thought maybe you wanted one to match all those rings you wear so, that’s why there are two,” you explain.

She puts the box aside and throws her arms around you, pulling you flush into her. “Thank you. I love them.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I could totally return those and get you a vibrator if that's what you want,” you laugh. She pulls back immediately, a frown on her face. 

“No, they already have my name,” she protests, pulling a chuckle from you. She hands you the golden one that says ‘Wanda’ and asks, “Will you put this one on me?”

At your nod, she twists around, turning her back to you and sweeping her hair up. You struggle with the clasp a little due to your nervousness, but you get it. Had you paid closer attention, you would have noticed how Wanda shivered at your touch. 

She turns back around and you admire her with your gift around her neck. “It looks great on you.” 

She leans toward you again and you assume it’s to give you another hug, which you wouldn’t mind one bit, but she doesn’t move her head to the side the way one does to hug someone. Her nose bumps into yours and you realize she’s going to kiss you. 

For some damn reason you pull away before her lips reach yours. She looks embarrassed and begins to apologize, “Sorry, I misread that. I thought with the present and the way you’ve been looking at me all day, shit.”

“No, you didn’t misread anything,” you reassure her. She relaxes. “Can we try that again? I was just nervous, but I’m ready now.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Wait.” You get up and make a show of shaking off the nerves and pumping yourself up before you sit back down. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

She giggles, grabbing your face and pulling you into her, kissing the life out of you. She moves to lie back on the bed and you follow her lead. You’re kissing and it’s getting hot and she tugs on your shirt. You remove it without a second thought. You begin kissing down her neck pulling sweet noises when you leave a love bite. She gasps and grips your arm, right above your elbow. 

You flinch in pain. The sudden intake of breath tips her off and she pulls her hand away. She asks worriedly, “Are you okay?”

You remember the tattoo and the fact that it’s not so hidden right now. You start to panic. “Yep, why? Are you okay?”

She narrows her eyes in suspicion, but you kiss her with the intention to make her forget. A minute later, she does it again, grabbing right on that spot. You try not to, but she hears the small groan and she pulls away. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” you lie. 

“Then why do you flinch every time I grab your arm?” She moves to grab your arm again to prove a point but you move it away.

“Nothing’s wrong with my arm,” you deny. She sits up and reaches for your arm. Once more you pull out of reach. 

“Y/N, let me see your arm,” she demands. 

“Okay.” You try to save yourself from some of the embarrassment by explaining, “But before you look, just know I did it on a drunken dare and I didn’t know until the day after what Tony actually wrote.”

That piques her curiosity and she shuffled around you to take a look at your arm. You can’t watch, so you hide your face behind the palm of your other hand. You expect her to either laugh at you or get upset, but moments pass and you don’t hear anything. 

You get the nerve to look over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t look mad. Finally, she says, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you like me or not.”

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face again. She laughs and pulls you into her as she lies back down. “Don’t laugh. It’s embarrassing enough getting your crush’s name tattooed on you. I don’t need her to actually make fun of me.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me?” she coos. 

You pull away, giving her a deadpan look. “No, I get girls’ names tattooed on me all the time.”

“Having your crush’s name tattooed is embarrassing,” she agrees.

You narrow your eyes, thinking she's just making fun of you now and that was the last thing you need but she continues, “So how about we say it’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Your eyes widen. Wanda bites her lip nervously, waiting for your answer, and that’s how you know she’s serious. You blush, “That would be less embarrassing.”

“I think so too. So what do you say?” She asks, wanting a clear answer.

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” you answer.

She smiles and kisses you. You can’t help the giddy laughter that comes after. 

“You know, he didn't do too bad. It’s pretty well-proportioned.”

[simplyparker]

My Brightest Star

Navigation // Marvel Masterlist

Pairings: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Summary: "I wouldn't want to live my life with anyone el-" "Shut up." "What?" "Yes."

Warnings: Cursing, light smut (more or less heavy petting, suggestiveness.

Word Count: 5.1k i-

Everyone's Outfits lmfao

A/n 1: Most of this was deleted. I put a lot of me in this, so I hope you guys enjoy.

A/n 2: Peter and the reader are 22. ALSO lets just pretend that the landing area that's almost at the top of the tower... is like... a regular roof, and a nice little hang out area..... for the sake of the plot. I want it to give: this (if you're like me and can't think of outfits i linked some)

It had been a pretty good Friday. You and MJ went to the mall. MJ and you only really went for Barnes and Noble, and coffee. Then you guys got lunch at Michelle’s favorite place.

MJ said that she was going to go over to her partners for the night, so you dropped her there and went home. It was around 5:30 when you finally got back to the tower. Steve, Sam, and Bucky were in the kitchen when you walked into there.

“Hey guys, how was your day?” you ask them while you grab a drink from the fridge.

“It was nice. I beat Bucky's ass in training today.” Sam said and Bucky let out a chuckle.

“Oh, you wish,” Bucky says, taking another bite out of his half-eaten apple. Steve wasn’t paying much attention, his focus on the newspaper in front of him.

“What about you, y/n? How was your day?” Sam asks.

“Pretty good. Went shopping with MJ and then we had lunch. Nothing too crazy.” you respond to say taking a seat at the counter next to him, and across from Bucky. “Where is everyone?”

“Tony and Pepper are-“ Steve starts but is cut off by Bucky.

“Spider-Boy is in his room if you wanna go hang out with him,” Bucky says and finishes off his apple.

“Yeah, plus Buck and I were about to watch the new episode of" he pauses, "anyways,” Sam replies. You nod suspiciously and get up with your drink.

“Okay well, have fun,” you say and walk to the elevator to go to Peter's room. You walk up to his door and knock on it.

“Come in” Peter yells through the other side. You open the door and he glances over. You smile at him and he runs over to you to hug you.

“Hi, baby. I missed you,” you say as he wraps his arms around you hurrying his face in your neck. "I got you something."

“You didn’t have to do that love,” he mumbled into your neck, peppering kisses on it.

“Well I wanted to,” you say rubbing his back. Peter pulls his face out of your neck and kisses you softly.

“Well thank you, love,” he says pulling you towards his bed to sit on it. “I was watching Star Wars before you came home,” he says nodding towards the TV.

“Always fun.” you grab out the bag that has his gift in it. It was wrapped in thin paper. You hand it to him, “Open it.” he smiles, takes the gift into his hands, and carefully takes the paper off. “I know that you like stargazing. And I saw it and thought of you.” It was true. Peter loved going out on late-night walks with you after patrolling.

For your first date, Peter took you to an Astrology Museum, then you guys ate tacos in the park. On your one-year anniversary, Peter got you a necklace that was on the shape of a star. On the back of it had 'P.P.' carved into it and you cried. Happy tears of course. On your guys' two-year anniversary, he got you a promise ring that had small stars on it, and you bought a star and named it after Peter, (he cried). Two weeks from today will be your three-year anniversary.

"I love it. Thank you so much" He sets it on the nightstand and hugs you. "Can you believe that it's been almost three years?" He asks, kissing along your neck.

"I feel like it's gone so fast. I never want this to end" You say, and he agrees. You go to give a sweet, but quick, kiss to which he deepens it.

"I've missed this," Peter says against your lips, and you laugh.

"We literally had sex this morning." you kiss and suck on his neck leaving marks.

"That was not sex. That was you teasing me and me cumming in my boxers." You pull your head away from his neck with a fake pout on your face.

"I'm sorry," you say.

'No, you aren't" He laughs and pulls you to straddle his lap. "I love you, ya tease." He says, kissing the part of your neck that was exposed. You pull the hoodie of his that you were wearing off, exposing that you were only wearing a hoodie and bra. Peter's eyes go wide. "Shit," he mumbles promoting you to laugh.

"Shut up." you roll your eyes, then roll your hips. Thank god for skirts. Peter lets out a soft grunt, and you can feel him hard under you.

"Can I take this off? Please." he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes and you nod. He takes your bra off and immediately attaches his mouth to one of your nipples and starts kissing and sucking roughly.

"Fuck, Pete. We have all night calm down." You say and lace your fingers through his hair. You needed friction, so you kept grinding down onto Peter's lap. Both of his hands were pushing your hips down roughly, and the stimulation from his mouth on your nipple was so much. "Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum like this." a small gasp leaves your lips when he bites down on your nipple, then releases it from your mouth. His hands were still guiding your hips.

"Wow, and I've barely even touched you." He teases. You let out a whine in his ear and you feel his cock jump against his sweatpants. We were so close. I mean on the brinks. Just when you were about to cum, a knock sounds at the door. You and Peter jump apart, and you grab your hoodie quickly and a voice from the other side of the door.

"Hey kids, dinner's done," Steve says from the other side of the door.

"Coming!" You yell out to him and he says okay. You put your bra back on and now are completely dressed. Peter lets out a laugh.

"No, you aren't" He laughs, at first you were confused then it hits you.

"You're gonna need to change your pants. Mr. "Wow, and I've barely even touched you." Who's laughing now?" you mimicked his words from earlier. He looks down at his pants, now soaked with precum and your arousal.

"Shit." He walks over to his dresser to grab a new pair of sweatpants.

"Oh, and for your little joke a second ago, have fun with your hand tonight. I'm sleeping in my room." You say as you walk out of his room.

"Wait, baby I'm sorry!" He yells, but you are out the door. Nat was leaving her room at the same time so she heard Peter yell after you.

"Trouble in paradise?" She asks, and you pout then let out a small laugh.

"Nope." you make sure to pop the 'p' "Peter just thinks he's funny." She laughs are you both walk to the dining room.

"Wanda made her homemade Spaghetti and meatballs," Steve says excitedly.

"Wait really?!" Peter exclaims as he rushes into the room.

"Yes really. And before you two ask, yes I made extra for you guys." Wanda says rolling her eyes.

~One Week Later~

Everyone was in Tony's lab. Well not everyone. Tony had sent you and the other Avenger women to a spa for a spa day. You were really suspicious at first, but he said that's what Pepper wanted for her birthday so you went along with it.

"Okay, this has to be perfect. Y/n, she's the love-" Peter starts,

"Of my life blah blah blah" Sam mimics. "Get on with it Spider-boy."

"Yeah, why are we all here? And where are all the girls?" Bucky asks.

"Peter has asked me to bring all of you guys in here," Tony says.

"Since when do you take orders from the kid?" Bucky asks.

"And since when do you call him 'Peter'?" Sam asks. Tony rolls his eyes.

"Everyone shut up. Kid, continue." Tony sits in his seat and Peter stands up and fishes something from the pocket of his jeans.

"I want to ask y/n to marry me." He says, showing then the small black velvet ring box in his hand. Steve's face lights up as soon as he's about to speak, Sam says something

"Oh my god. Spider-Girl is pregnant." Sam gasps "Y'all are nasty for that one."

"What? No, she's not." Peter denies. And it's true, you are not pregnant.

"Uh-huh. Then why didn't she drink with us last weekend? Huh, Raid? Riddle me that." Sam crosses his arms.

"Not that it is any of your business, y/n just got on a new birth control and her doctor said she can't drink for the first few weeks on it. Mr. Bird Brain."

"So proud you're getting laid man." someone said from the back of the room as they pump his fist.

"Who the hell is that?" Bucky questions.

"Oh, uhm Ned.... we've met like 10 times." Ned says, and Bucky raises an eyebrow "uh never mind." Ned took a seat in the closest chair and Peter breathed out a laugh.

"Anyways, our three-year anniversary is next week and I want to propose then. So if you don't want to be a part of that, then I understand but please stay out of the way." Peter says.

"Well, I for one am proud of you kid." Steve stands up from his chair and walks over to Peter, putting one of his hands on his shoulder. "What do you need from us?" With a small smile, Peter explained what he wanted to do.

The plan was to have everyone 'forget' your guys' anniversary. He wanted to hang twinkle lights on the roof and have everyone there. He would have your favorite food ready for dinner. He just wanted it to be perfect like you. Because in his eye, you were.

It was two days before your anniversary, and you were excited. Last year Peter woke you up with breakfast in bed, then you guys had slow, passionate sex. This year you wanted to do the same.

It was a little past 9 am and you had training with Natasha at 10. Your head was on Peter's bare chest, you were running your fingers up and down his stomach. You decided to give yourself 5 more minutes, then you would get ready for the day. Peter woke up and smile with a content sigh.

"Good morning beautiful," He says, and his hand stroke down your naked back.

"Oh god." you groan, "Don't talk right now," you say sitting up.

"Why not?" Peter questions.

"Because your voice is irresistible in the morning. And I have to meet Nat in," you glanced over to the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand next to her side of the bed. "In 43 minutes. And I can't be late." You turn your head back to face Peter, who wasn't looking at your face. He was looking at your bare tits. Basically drooling at your nipples, which were firm due to the coldness of the room. "Parker." You say, startling him.

"Huh? Sorry." He blushes.

"Did you hear me?" You ask. He shakes his head no. "Why weren't you listening?" You tease.

"B-because, I- uh. Boobies." he stutters and you laugh.

"I love you, baby." You kiss his forehead and get off the bed, despite Peter's protests. "I have to get ready, I'll see you later." And with that, you got ready for the day. Peter had some stuff to do so he sucked it up and got on with it. He needed to pick up the lights from the store, and swing by May's to grab a nice dark blue Oxford shirt and his black slacks. He had black loafers in his closet at the tower.

Peter swung over to Mays. Since he doesn't have a car May said he could use hers.

"And you're completely sure?" Peter asks.

"Yes, Peter. I am sure." May says pushing the keys back over to him

"You'll be there Friday, right?" Peter asks.

"Of course, I will. I can't even explain how excited I am that you guys are gonna be engaged." She smiles brightly.

"Well she has to say yes first," Peter says, and May rolls her eyes at his words.

"She's in love with you Peter. Of course, she'll say yes." May says.

"Okay," He lets out a large breath, "I needed that. Okay, I have to go. I love you May, thank you." He says.

"I love you too. I'll see you Friday." She says and Peter leaves.

-Friday-

You made sure to wake up before Peter, which wasn't hard. You carefully got out of bed and slipped on one of Peters shirts, and a pair of shorts. When you walked into the kitchen you saw Steve and Sam sitting on the barstools.

"Morning guys." You said, walking over to the pot of coffee and pouring yourself a cup.

"Good Morning y/n," Steve said looking up from his newspaper. You went to the cabinet that had the pancake mix in it and grabbed it out setting it on the counter. "Why are you up so early?" he asks.

"I'm making Peter his favorite breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes." You say grabbing the rest of what you need.

"Why would you do that?" Sam asked.

"Because he did the same for me last year. So I'm making him breakfast in bed," you say.

"So he made you breakfast once one year ago? You guys are weird." Sam says.

"Well, today is a special day." You say making the pancake mix and stirring in chocolate chips.

"Is it his birthday?" Sam asks.

"His birthday is in August." You say as you pour some mix into the heated pan. You turn back to face Sam.

"What month is it?" Sam asks. You turn back around to watch the pancakes and Sam and Steve give each other a thumbs up.

After you cook the pancakes, you get them on a plate and go to get the milk out to make a glass for Peter. Just as you're about to pick it up and bring it to Peter, he walks into the kitchen.

"Peter! Why are you awake? And why do you have clothes on?" You ask a fully dressed for the day Peter. You hear Sam say gross.

"Oh I was gonna go hang out with Ned, he doesn't work today," Peter says. At first, you're confused.

"Uhm, okay," you say, a bit disappointed. And it breaks Peter's heart. He knows for the surprise he has to pretend he forgot, but the small frown on your face almost makes him break. "What time will you be back?" you ask.

"Not sure, sometime tonight." He says.

"Well, I made you breakfast..." you say hesitantly. You could have slept in and gotten more sleep, but no you wanted to be a good girlfriend and make him breakfast in bed.

"Oh, thanks, baby." He goes up to you, takes one off the plate, and quickly eats it. "I got to go through." He gives you a kiss on the forehead then walks away. "Bye," he yells out as the elevator closes.

"What the fuck." you say and Steve and Sam just shrug. "Well happy anniversary to me." you mutter under your breath.

Due to Peter's advanced hearing, he could hear you mutter that under your breath. He was really starting to regret this whole plan. But he had to meet with Ned because he gave the ring to Ned so you wouldn't find it.

Peter and Ned needed to kill some time until 5 o'clock. He had already set everything up the night before while you were with Wanda and Morgan cooking cookies. Everything was set. All MJ had to do was keep you distracted until 5pm Friday.

When Peter got to Ned's apartment, Betty answered the door with a smile.

"Hi Peter! Come in." She moves opens the door enough to let Peter and and he walks in.

"Hi Betty, how are you?" He asks shrugging off his coat and setting it on the back of the couch.

"I'm good. Uhm, how are you?" she asks.

"Nervous? I don't know, honestly." he responds

"You got this! She'll say yes." Betty pats her hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"She just- she sounded so sad when I left. I don't want her to think I forgot. You know?" he says just as Ned walks into the room.

"Oh, knowing y/n she's definitely gonna kick your ass." Ned says as he walked over to where Peter and Betty are standing.

"Don't say shit like that. She can literally light me on fire with he hands." Peter point a finger at Ned.

"Wait, has she ever "flamed up" during sex? Oh my god! Your penis could fall off!" Ned says.

"Ned!" Both Peter and Betty yell at the same time.

"Sorry, sorry. Not the time." Ne pauses. "Wait! If you got y/n pregnant, would you guys have fire spider babies? Oh my god. Could you imagine? It's just playing then it crawls up the wall onto the ceiling then bursts into flames." Peter just blinks,

"Holy shit could that happen?" Peter gasps. Better hits Peter and Ned in the head and points to the couch.

"Sit down. Calm down." The two boys walk over to the couch and sit. "I'm going back to my apartment. I have stuff to do there. I will be back at 3 to make sure you two are ready, we are leaving at 4:30. Understood?" Betty explains. They both nod and Betty leaves.

"Wanna play video games?" Ned asks and Peter nods.

When Peter left to go to Neds, you gave the pancakes to Sam and Steve and went up to your room. You called MJ as soon as you got to your room.

"Good morning" MJ says as she picks up the phone.

"Good morning to you too. Did I wake you?" You ask.

"No, but I did just wake up. What's up?" MJ asks. Mj knew what was up. She was in on the plan. "Is this you calling me to tell me Peter did something big and stupid and accidentally lit your bed on fire with candles?" MJ teases.

"MJ that happened one time, but no. This is my calling to tell you he forgot, and is with Ned right now." MJ could hear that you sounded a bit hurt.

"What about we do something today then huh?" Michelle pauses, "We can dress up and go out to a nice lunch? Only if you're up for it." MJ suggests.

Unbenounced to you, Peter had asked MJ to try and get you to wear something nice. He told her to just make up something and get you to wear something nice and to distract you until 5.

"You know what, yeah. That sounds nice." you think for a second, "How dressed up?" you ask.

"Hmm, formal. Like a fancy date, type apparel." She says.

"Okay, sounds good to me. I can be ready in an hour. I need to shower and find something." You reply.

"Yeah, sounds good." She says, and you guys say your goodbyes and hang up.

You took a shower and got ready. You put on a nice navy blue dress. The straps set on the sides of your shoulders, and the bottom puffed out a little. You had boughten the dress on sale a few months back, planning on wearing it on a date, but ended up forgetting about it due to back-to-back missions. You walked over to the nice line of shoes in your closet. You picked black ankle strap pumps. When you were walking back over to your bed to sit and put them on, your phone dinged twice.

You quickly grabbed it and looked to see the messages.

MJ: Hey, I'm on my way 15 mins.

MJ: Wait did I tell you I was picking you up?

You let out a laugh, and sat down the phone. You quickly put on the shoes and grabbed a small black purse to put your phone and wallet in. You take the elevator down to floor 72 where the living area is. When you walk in you see Nat and Wanda playing cards.

"Woah you look really pretty, where are you going?" Nat asks.

"Going to a fancy lunch with MJ. She should be here soon." You smile. You check the time on your phone, it reads 12:24 pm. "What are you guys playing?" you ask.

"War," Wanda says, "And I'm kicking her ass." You laugh and Nat rolls her eyes.

"Whatever, you're cheating or some shit." Nat sighs. You take a seat on the loveseat and scroll though your phone to pass time waiting for MJ. About 5 minutes later you get a text from Michelle.

MJ: 5 minutes away

You let out a small laugh and quickly type a reply,

Me: heading down now

MJ: see ya soon

You close your phone and get up from your seat, saying goodbye to Nat and Wanda. You click the elevators button and it takes a minute then opens. You smile when you see Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

"Hey guys." you say as you walk into the elevator. They all look at eachother with worried looks.

"UH AH I-" Bucky stutters out, but Steve and Sam both interrupt him,

"We're going out for a run."

"We're going out for lunch"

"Uh... okay then." you say.

You all awkwardly stand there waiting for it to get down to the final bottom floor. You say your goodbyes to them and walk to the entrance of the building. Well exit in this case.

When you walk out you see MJ leaning against her car. She's in a grey suit with black buttons, and her hair is parted to the side.

"Holy shit you look hot." you say. She stops leaning on the car and walks over to you. She grabs your hand and gestures for you to spin around.

"I can say the same to you," she replies. "so sad I get to see you like this and Peter doesn't" she says as you guys walk the few steps to her car. She opens the door for you and you say,

"yeah so sad." you pause, "he's probably playing video games and eating pizza with Ned." you say and get into the car.

"Okay, and here's the pizza." Ned says setting the freshly delivered pizza on the coffee table.

"Awesome," Peter grabs a slice, shoveling into his mouth. His phone dings and he sees a text from MJ.

MJ: We just had lunch now we are going to window shop

Peter: Awesome, thank you so much MJ. I'll pay you back as soon as I can.

MJ: don't worry about it, it's nice to just have us time.

Peter: I literally owe you everything.

MJ: yeah yeah whatever.

Peter closes his phone and looks at the time. It reads 2:23 pm. He's so excited and scared and giddy and nervous and well every emotion you can think of. He goes back to eating and playing video games with Ned.

"Okay I'm here." Betty says as she walks into Ned's apartement.

"Hey Betty," Ned says, still looking at the tv which had their game was playing.

Betty had curled her hair and opted for a thinner black headband to keep it out of her face. The contrast of her pale skin and the deep red dress was very nice. It had lace over it and it was shorter in the front than in the back. She had a simple pair of black flats on and a small side bag, presumably for her phone and wallet.

He turns his head to glimpse at her to give her a smile, then to quickly turn it back to the screen. Instead he looked at Betty then at the tv but quickly switching back to her. Betty was flustered under his gaze and he just smiled.

"Fuck yes! I win!" Peter exclaims. "Oh hey Betty when did you get here?" Peter asks setting the controller down. They both ignore him and Ned talks to Betty.

"You look really pretty" he smile, making her blush but she quickly waves him off with a laugh.

"You guys should get ready." she rubs the back of her neck and Peter and Ned both get up from the couch. Peter grabs his clothes that Ned hung up in the spare closet.

They both got ready and by 4:30 they were out the door. Peter had the ring in his pocket and he was as ready as could be.

It was 5:54. Everyone, excluding you and MJ, we're up on the roof. Peter was scared, excited, worried, happy, all of the emotions you can feel when you're about to propose to the love of your life.

MJ: just pulled up

Peter: shit okay

Peter: make an excuse for you to go to the roof.

-----

MJ: just pulled up

Peter: shit okay

Peter: make an excuse for you to go to the roof.

"I had a lot of fun." you say as MJ parks her car.

"Yeah me too. I miss us time ya know?" she says and you nod in agreement.

"We need to do this once a month. Like get all fancy, and go to a nice dinner, and just have us time." you say.

"I have some wine in the backseat, do you want to go to the roof and drink? I don't wanna be inside since it feels good out today." She asks.

"You know what? That sounds nice, let's do it." you both get out of the car and walk to the entrance. You guys walk to the elevator and you press the floor number 76 where your room was along with a few others. F.R.I.D.A.Y. speaks.

"Identification required to access home floors." She says. You grab your ID from your wallet and place it where she scans it. "Access granted."

"Why are we going to your floor?" MJ asks.

"Oh, I just want to set my purse in my room." you say and she nods. You both walk to your room, set your purse down then head back to the elevator. You click the floor number for the roof and the elevator moves up.

"Shall we?" you ask nodding to the bottle of white wine in her hand. He hesitantly nods, and opens the bottle.

As you are taking a drink out of it, MJ texts Peter with an update.

MJ: In the elevator on the way. read 5:58pm

When Peter saw MJ text, a squeak from the back of his throat was audible, grabbing Tony's attention away from Pepper.

"You okay kid?" He asks. Peter's face is flushed, still he nods.

"Uhm yeah. MJ just said they are in the elevator. Almost here." he quickly says. Tony claps to grab everyone's attention. When everyone is looking at him he speaks,

"Okay so y/n will be here momentarily. This isn't a surprise party, just pretend you don't see her. Unless she speaks to you." Tony says and everyone lets out a different form of understanding.

The elevator dings as everyone continues their previous conversations. Out walks you and Michelle. You look around confused, then you spot Peter. A nervous looking Peter, with a nervous looking smile. Your eyes immediately soften when you put two and two together.

He had planned this for you.

Now you didn't feel as sad, or forgotten. You felt kinda dumb. Dumb that thought Peter, the same guy who celebrates your half birthday, would forget your three-year anniversary. MJ finds her partner in the crowd and pats your shoulder,

"I'm gonna go talk to Sky." She says and you nod, then she walks off. You walk over to Peter, his smile changed from nervous to happy when he see your smile. When you reach him you're the first to speak.

"What's all this?" You ask and he kisses you lightly.

"Nothing really," he shrugs he leans into your ear, "Happy anniversary my love" he whispers, his warm breath send goosebumps all over you.

"Happy anniversary," you pause to look in his hazel eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too." His lips slot with yours, you have to remind yourself that there are people around you, even if they aren't looking, so you pull away.

Across the roof stood Natasha, Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

"They are so sickly in love." Natasha says, sipping on her drink. Steve nods,

"I'm happy for them." Bucky hmms.

"I think it's gross" Sam shivers and Nat lets out a small laughs.

"PUH-lease." she pauses taking another sip of her wine, "You are 100% rooting for them."

"Yeah, you act like you hate it, but you were secretly rooting for them the whole time." Bucky says. Sam rolls his eyes.

"You can't say otherwise, man." Steve shrugs, making Sam roll hi seyes once again.

"Okay, whatever." He grumbles. Before any of they cant reply, the sound of Peter clinking a fork to a glass sounds. Everyone quiets down and looks over at him.

"I would like to make a toast, to my beautiful, girlfriend." your face feels hot with everyone looking at the two of you. "I don't think I could make it through half of the shit I've been through without you. Thank you for being there for me no matter what."

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way." you smile. Peter reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box, keeping it away from your line of sight.

"I never told anyone 'I love you' before I met you. And I told you that I loved you on our second date." you let out a small laugh, "And" he pauses and gets down on one knee and your breath caught in your throat.

"I wouldn't want to live my life with anyone el-" he starts,

"Shut up." you quickly say,

"Uh, What?" his whole body tenses with embarrassment. Well, until you open your mouth again.

"Yes." you say, grabbing him by his collar and smashing his lips to yours. You can hear someone wolf whistle, but you're too blissed out on happiness to care. When you and Peter finally disconnect you lips, you see Peter's face is very flushed and everyone cheers. He slides the ring on your finger and you smile even brighter.

You look at who's around. Yours and Peter's closest friends and family. Your attention is caught by someone you didn't expect to see. Your sister, who raised you by herself, was there. She had teary eyes and was smiling widely.

There couldn't a better way to celebrate today.