#tony talks rain code

[tony-andonuts]

"SECRETLY"?

This is LITERALLY his 3d sprite

[auroraboringaliceinwonderland]

You can blindly guess if you want, but I promised some (7) hints:

Hint 1: Weirdo is a graphic novel I’d started maybe a week ago because I was waiting for the bathroom, it was taking a while, the book had been in my TBR for ages, and it was sitting right there. Considering it’s a graphic novel and I typically read those in one sitting, it’ll be an easy read that may get me back into the reading game.

Hint 2: God in the Machine is an indie-published book that honestly deserves more hype. Sure, I’ve only read a bit of it and mixed up the characters names once (in front of the author…), but so far the hype it’s received is good and it honestly is a good story from what I have read. The reason I took a break from it is because I had a lot going on, but I really really want to finish it and maybe talk about theories…??

Hint 3: One time I was bored and my sibling couldn’t sleep, so we went through all the books on my shelf together to decide which one they think had the best cover. All in all, it was a trick to 1: ease my boredom. 2: tire them out so they could finally sleep. & 3: decide my next read. This is the book that won!! And they’re right; the cover is amazing.

Hint 4: Dragon’s Gold has some mad trans-coded shite in it and I’ve been trying to highlight all of that stuff. However the book mentions iffy topics that I need to take breaks from reading about - mainly SA - so I’d put it down for a while. It’s been months since I’d last read it so maybe it’s time to finish annotating eh?

Hint 5: Like the last book, Hel Followed With Us is trans but had some topics that I needed to take breaks from. This time it’s more along the lines of gore, violence, and religion; however it’s a really good book so far. (Also the cover is immaculate). The main reason I haven’t picked it up since I’d started it - break from the TWs aside - is because it’s under a pile of laundry. But I’ve started folding everything away and the cover is just calling me again.

Hint 6: Technically this one is an audiobook because I don’t currently have a physical copy of the second volume (got the first tho!). I keep falling asleep listening to it which is why I haven’t continued it in a while; idk where I last left off before entering dreamland…. Perhaps it’s time for an investigation (finding the recording I last remember hearing).

Hint 7: fanfiction doesn’t count here. Nor do webcomics. 1: because I read webcomics all the time regardless. & 2: because we’re talking about books here specifically.

Unlike hint 3 this is not a trick. I know what I’m gonna finish reading next. The question is if you can guess it; and if I’ll have finished it before this poll is concluded (in which case I’d have to say what I finished reading and what I’m starting to finish next to see if you got either of them).

Likely is I’ll reblog within a day or so when this poll has concluded.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt.27

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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Nat’s been more than exhausted these past few weeks as she drafts up argument after argument that she can use against the government to justify why she and her fellow Avengers shouldn't be put on a leash. She knows it’s a long shot and she doesn’t have enough witness accounts or evidence yet but she’s been hearing about the crime rate spike through the rumor mill and she hopes that soon enough she’ll have enough to come back.

She can bring her family back and finally have you. If you’ll still have her after all of this is over. She knows you’d have every right to be mad but she hopes you’ll understand enough to at least let her take you on one date.

The rain pelts outside of her window as it has been for the last three days and she sighs as she lies back on her pull-out bed. If it were under different circumstances she might’ve been able to appreciate the break from the city and the pressure. Maybe she could even come back to these woods with Clint, or Wanda, or…You.

She’s working hard to make sure her family is safe, yes, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t working this hard to also see you again. To finally know what it feels like to hold you, to run her fingers through your hair, and hear you laugh again. The thought of you has been the only thing that’s brought her comfort these past few weeks.

Her computer dings with an email and she shoots up immediately, grabbing the shiny object from the side table next to her and pulling it onto her lap. She wasn’t expecting any emails while she was out here and her mind jumped to the worst-case scenario: they’d found her location.

The email is from an unknown sender which only makes her more uneasy and she’s more frustrated than anything that she’ll have to find a new place to hide when she recognizes the encrypted link hidden in the email's coding.

It was a website Clint had created just for the two of them to communicate in case there was ever a situation similar to this. She’s afraid to admit just how comforting it was to hear from someone close to her after weeks of no contact. She quickly opens the website and reads the messages.

Clint-

Hey Natty, hope you’re having fun wherever you’ve parked that trailer of yours, Tony’s been a real pain in the butt but we’re trying to negotiate some better terms with some government officials. I know you’re probably working on a solution of your own but I’ve got to at least pretend like I contribute to this group-

She snorts at the self-jab, knowing her fellow Avenger couldn’t care less about the insults people say about him being the least skilled Avenger. She always admired that about him.

Clint-

Anyway, your phone’s been blowing up. I think Tony is getting suspicious so I took it and hid it in my room. I think you’re gonna be in deep shit with your girlfriend when you get back haha. 

I attached the voicemails you’ve been getting, I didn’t listen to them but I saw who they were from. Thought they might be important.  

Nat’s heart pounded as she stared at the attached files, there were at least 30 voicemails from you varying in different lengths and part of her was scared to open them. There was no doubt a few of them were just you yelling at her but even then she’d missed the sound of your voice so much that she’d take your irritation over anything else.

She hesitates over the first voicemail with her cursor but clicks it before she can sike herself out. There’s a little bit of silence and she wonders if you’re going to talk before she hears a small sniffle and her heart breaks. She swore to herself she’d never make you cry and now she’d failed, the sound of your quiet crying echoing throughout her trailer only amplifying her defeat.

It's another thirty seconds before your voice finally breaks through. It’s rough and raw and she can tell you’d probably been crying for a while.

“Nat? Where did you go? Why’d you leave? Listen- we don’t have to meet if you don’t want to. We can keep texting forever just don’t ghost me like this. Please.” It’s short and by how broken your last word sounded she can tell you were probably thrown into another fit of sobs after you ended the message. 

Nat doesn’t know what to do with herself, her body feels frozen and her heart won’t stop sinking further into her stomach. She’s never heard you sound so unsure of yourself before and it tears her apart that she’s the one who made you that way. It takes her a few minutes to muster up the courage to click on another one.

“What kind of person just says ‘I’m sorry?’ I deserve a better explanation than that! You couldn’t have at least lied to me about going to save baby animals in Africa where there’s no cell service? At least then when you stopped responding I could’ve felt better!” She’s not surprised that you’re mad at her, you deserve to be, but it doesn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at her chest when she hears how irked you are.

The next few are similar in the fact that they’re either angry or spoken through tears but they slowly begin transitioning into something else. Eventually, you stop talking about her leaving and start talking about yourself. What you did that day, what you’re making for dinner, the cat you’ve been visiting at the cat cafe. There’s still a hint of sadness in your tone but she can tell the calls are a form of therapy for you. A way for Nat to be there when she’s not really there.

She wants to be there. She wants to be the one you’re talking about your day with, wants to cook you dinner while you sit on the counter and visit the cat cafe with you. It hurts that she can’t do that and as she’s listening she feels her eyes burn with tears. She refuses to let them fall. She’s not the one who gets to cry in this scenario and yet her eyes refuse to give up their unshed tears.

There’s one last voicemail from a day ago and she clicks on it expecting it to be like the others but much to her surprise you’re talking about her again.

“I think I’m mad because I can’t even bring myself to hate you for it. I know you’ve probably got some shit going on. I understand that, trust me. But- I don't know you could’ve… maybe it’s too much of me to ask you to fill me in on the situation- or let me know when you’d be back… Is this goodbye?” 

 Your static voice rings out into the silence and Nat hates how you sound. Reserved- almost accepting. Like you’ve convinced yourself she’s never going to respond again and she hates it. She hates that she made you so insecure that you think she isn't spending every hour thinking of you and how to get back to you. 

The sound of your voice fills her with even more determination as she begins redrafting her court argument. She was going to come back to you, you just had to wait for her a little longer.

Pt.28

A/n: Aww Nat :( ~ Starry

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[logical-emotion]

yttd voice headcanons !!

posted these elsewhere a bit ago but I figured I'd post them here too

theyre just in the order I came up with them

sara chidouin - sakura minamoto (zombie land saga)

gin ibushi - ronno (bambi 2)

hinako mishuku - sunset shimmer (mlp)

kai satou - red guy (dhmis)

reko yabusame - lindsay mendez (35mm)

keiji shinogi - damien (who killed markiplier)

nao egokoro - ashley (disventure camp)

joe tazuna - desuhiko thunderbolt (rain code)

rio ranger - flowey (undertale the musical)

mai tsurugi - muffet (undertale the musical)

sue miley - either regina george (mean girls) or royal junko (danganronpa)

shin tsukimi - hanako (tbhk)

anzu kinashi - osana najimi (komi cant communicate)

ranmaru kageyama - napstablook (undertale the musical)

kanna kizuchi - fluttershy (mlp)

gashu satou - tony the talking clock (dhmis)

shunsuke hayasaka - joe (9 to 5 the musical)

kazumi mishima - discord (mlp)

tia safalin - between nene kusanagi (project sekai) or kanade yoisaki (project sekai)

midori - mikado sannoji (sdra2)

qtaro burgerberg - kenny (the walking dead)

megumi sasahara - nobara kugisaki (jujutsu kaisen)

ryoko hirose - lapis lazuli (steven universe)

naomichi kurumada - yasuhiro hagakure (danganronpa)

alice yabusame - winchifrost (as alice in the yttd musical)

maple - luna lovegood (harry potter)

meister - alastor (hazbin hotel pilot)

obligatory "i don't support creators of content who have done bad things"

i also haven't seen or played some of these things... I just grabbed them from hearing them

ive already changed one its been up for like an hour. I'm that indecisive

[oatmilkjayce]

Just realized “American Boy” by Estelle is literally so stony coded, let me explain (yell in your ear):

The whole ass premise of the song is literally tony stark taking steve around after he gets out of the ice and showing him a round the future.

“Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA”

exhibit a ^^

Anyways more yapping after the break:

A bunch of lyrics that remind me of steve’s opinion on tony:

“I just met this five-foot-seven guy who's just my type” get it bc tony’s short haha

“Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin'” literally tony stark

“Don't like his baggy jeans, but I might like what's underneath them” COUGH COUGH

More ab tony showing steve around the future etc

“And, no, I ain't been to MIA

I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake”

Anyway some more in the rap verse I find are REALLY relevant to tony:

“…'cause most of this press don't fuck with me”

^^tony and the media’s impression of him

“Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down

Don't act a fool now, now"

I always act a fool, ow, ow

Ain't nothing new now, now”

^^This reminds me of steve always chiding tony’s reckless and self-sacrificing acts

“But I still talk that ca-a-ash

'Cause a lotta wags wanna hear it”

get it cos tony’s rich af and doesn’t rlly have the best experience w dating (‘wags’ is a derogatory term for gold-diggers)

ANYWAY thanks for coming to my ted talk and entertaining my gay ass ‼️‼️

[hartii-art]

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

Something my dad took a picture of and sent to me, thinking I'd like it(I do)

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Chocolate, 100%

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

Ben, BenBen, AJ, Toni, Hartii, (went by Sans one year before we moved)

🎵 Last song you listened to?

Come Little Children by Erutan

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

N-no, totally not... Totally didn't have Sockathen(Welcome to Hell), Fronnie(Fnaf), and a Bendy x Reader(Bendy and the Ink Machine) on Wattpad- (No, I ain't plugging my Wattpad)

😏 Are you on Discord?

Ofc I'm on Discord. I do roleplays and commissions, j-just to let you know 🥺👉👈

💛 Do you have any piercings?

No, I don't. Not anymore, at least- Had my ears pierced when I was a tween and again as an early teenager (second time was horrible because they were trying to use the earrings I was going to wear to pierce my ears open again)

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

The way they talk about other people. It's a huge turn off when I hear someone talking to the waiter rudely(unless they're being a shitty waiter), it's even worse when they talk about the waiter behind whispers and the menu.

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Triple Chocolate that's a little undercooked in the middle. Me and my mom LOVE chocolate but it's especially gooey a little bit undercooked.

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Dog person, I guess. I love both cats and dogs, but most dogs want to be pet and held and appreciate the things we give them. Cats could care less unless it messes with their flow.

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Earbuds just because of my glasses. But I prefer wired earbuds.

🌼 What's the last thing you said out loud?

"I didn't even move any difference to make you come back over here" Me to Kats(yes that's her name) after she left from under my leg just to come back a second later

🙃 What's a weird fact that you know?

In 2019, priests in India married 2 clay frogs to get rain after a drought. They had to then later divorce the clay frogs because it started raining too much.

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Night owl. I don't usually get tired until around 2-3 am.

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

On my dad's chest or cuddling with my mom. Idc if I'm 19, I love my parents dearly and sometimes, I just wanna go back to 5 and love them just a little more.

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a part of the LGBTQIA+ community?

Yes, I am! I'm a non-binary poly-pansexual!

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

Creative. Caring. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. :)

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Sweatpants. They're so comfy. 💙

🥤 What's your go to Starbucks order?

Um, nothing! I don't go to Starbucks.

🧡 A color you can't stand?

Not really any color. I like most of them.

💎 What's your most prized possession?

My 4 Sun and Moon(with Ruin variants) plushies 💙

☕ Coffee or tea?

Tea. I can't stand coffee often. I only drink it if I'm feeling a bit extra tired for work.

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

The dodo. It's very silly. 🦤

🌙 How long have you been on Tumblr?

At least since 2020 on another account.

🌴 Desert island item?

Um... A boat and oars? Like????

🐸 Describe my aesthetic.

Someone who randomly puts on clothes but works at a place where the dress code is black on black.

🔮 What's your dream job?

Freelance artist and sugar baby(/j about sugar baby)

💙 Relationship status?

Taken 😌

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit

Black t-shirt, comfy shorts. :) If I have to dress a bit better, this red top that has see through patters on the shoulders and poofy sleeves, with a pair of black sweatpants (bonus if I can wear my tail, ears, and mask)

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

No, er, yes? Look, I have a bajillion songs stuck in my head but I can't sing any of them without the music

🤎 What color is your hair?

Really dark brown. I wanted to dye my hair for the longest time, but my mom didn't want to bleach it or lighten it up more than a couple shades. Like I wanted NEON BLUE/RED HAIR for a long time. She tried to get me to dye my already dark as hell hair Maroon -_-

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

All the time.

💄 Do you wear makeup?

No. Not in daily life. I did do a bit of vibrant blush so I could do Spamton for... *sigh* Homecoming. I don't even remember the theme, I just wanted to go as Spamton bc I got Spamton glasses.

🌸 Best compliment you've ever gotten?

That I had really good handwriting. Tbh... Obviously because half the class write like they never held a pencil before. I used to have to lend my notes to others so they could copy them.

💞 @ your favorite blog.

@thelostmoongazer @kriimhild @kuuchaos @cookiiemancer @pluck-heartstrings @thatsthat24

I love all these creators and more so much.

I spent, like, an hour and a half typing this all out... Have a good morning all.

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

This is a random question but not really I have that thing where you can taste/smell pictures

So what do you think Double Trouble and or the sexy Tumblr people smell like

👁👁

Double Trouble tastes like some lime melon to me

👁👁

For me, I always kind of associated DT with mint. They smell like mint to me, and it's like the mint chocolate type mint. I'm talking Andes chocolate mint.

Alastor smells like strawberries to me, maybe a hint of cinnamon? But mainly strawberries.

Bill Cipher smells like anything and nothing at the same time. Like bro is a fucking anomaly, he changes smell all the damn time.

Sans would be blueberries. I dunno why, but I just think of him and think "you're blueberry coded".

Mordecai...probably like...really nice soap. Or some strong herbal tea in a calming way.

Ghirahim smells like blood Skittles (because it'll make his heart full of rainbows). What a gay little man 👹/j (honestly, I'm not quite sure!! I was gonna say blood as a joke, but thennnn...I dunno.)

The Once-Ler smells like the aftermath of rain in a forest, with all the slight mist in the air, the coldness, etc. That, or green apple. :)

BONUS: Tony the Talking Clock smells like an old dusty clock to me. okay buh bye

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

warnings: none

The rain was soothing after the day that I had had. Walking through the Malibu house after being screamed at and talked down to all day was calming in a way I couldn’t explain. Descending the stairs, I carefully removed my shoes before padding to the lab entrance. I input my code and walked over to the hot rod that was sotting in the middle of the lab space.

“No I’m not done with it yet.” I looked over my shoulder to find Tony sitting on the couch, watching the stocks.

“I didn’t say anything.” I teased as I grabbed a set of clothes from the metal cabinet next to the television. “Just looking. Or am I not allowed to do that anymore?” I kissed Tony on the cheek as I passed by him. His eyes trailed after me, a soft smile on his lips. It was smiles like that that could make me forget all about the terrible day that I had. “Its raining out by the way. Rhodey wont be in tonight. Just us tonight.” Tony hummed as I went into the bathroom to shower. Once I was finished, I walked back out to find Tony leaning back against the arm of the sofa.

“Bad day?” he questioned. I nodded and he opened his arms to me. I laid down on top of him, resting my head on his chest, his heart beating in my ear. “Wanna talk about it?” I shook my head and turned my attention to the television. ”That’s alright. We can just watch this instead.” I hummed as I watched my favorite movie play out on the screen. Feeling Tony run his fingers through my wet hair and periodically kiss the top of my head, I started to relax for the first time that day. Closing my eyes, I let myself drift off into a calmer state of mind.

It was times like this I realized how much I loved Tony. He was always doing sweet things like this for me. No matter how bad my day had been, and no matter how bad his own day had been, he was always there with a hug and something silly to watch or do. Opening my eyes, I shifted so I could rest my chin on his chest. He looked down at me with a smile.

“I love you.” Tony’s smile grew and I could have sworn he was blushing. ”I mean it. I love you.” Tony leaned down and kissed me.

“I love you too.” He leaned his forehead against mine and kissed my nose. “I have for a while. I just couldn’t find the right time to tell you.” Another kiss was pressed to my nose. ”And now you have gone and taken all the thunder.” His chest vibrated as he laughed. A smile made its way onto my face at the sound. I loved his laugh. We laid there smiling at each other and stealing kissing, having said those three little words once and now fully intent on showing each other we meant it. The rain poured outside but inside we were safe and warm and loved. No matter what the world threw at us.

[mr-m-murdock]

the pardoned soul

| wanda x natasha |

summary: Natasha gets shot and Wanda makes an attempt at saving her life.

warnings: LANGUAGE, injury, blood, USELESS gays

a/n: a tiktok gave me this idea (also i hoped it’s alright that I tagged everyone, i didn’t know if yall only wanted to be tagged for x reader or not)

The bullet buries itself in between Natasha’s fourth and third ribs and she stares at it, swaying, for as long as it takes for her eyes to start watering. “Fuck,” she says. The word dribbles from her lips like syrup. 

Her ass hits the hard concrete, and she registers the fall, puts her hands out too late. The skin on her palms slicks off and the impact rockets up her thighs. She flattens herself behind the blasted section of wall she’d been using for cover, and breathes in the dust-choked air, deeply. She draws her stiletto and grips it hard, the metal handle edge cutting into her palm. 

“Nat?” Clint asks, over the comms. “I can’t see you.”

“Man down,” Natasha says, through gritted teeth. “I’ve– fuck– shot. Fuck– I’ve been– I’ve been shot. Shit!” She puts a hand over the bullet hole and presses as hard as she can bear. Pain lances through her ribs, up her chest like a heart attack and she bites her tongue hard to hold back the sounds threatening to spill forth. Blood wells under her fingers, wetting her palms. 

She can hear urgent talk on the comms, but the words all roll into one another like the fall of rain. She claws at her focus.

“Nat,” Clint is saying. “Nat, come in.”

“We gotta Code Green,” Tony pants. “Emergency Med’s out.”

“Hawkeye,” Steve says. “Where are you?”

“Super super busy!” Clint replies. He grunts, an impact sounding.

“Maximoff, you’re up,” Steve says. “Time to shine. Romanoff’s on Welch Street, get there fast.” 

“Losing blood,” Natasha gasps. “Sitting tight.” She clutches her stiletto close to her chest and stares into the sky, the edge of the broken wall merging with blue above. Nice day for it. Sweat drips from her temple.

“I’m here,” Wanda says, half a second before her feet hit the ground next to Natasha’s hip. She sticks her landing and falls, plumes of dust and bullet casing scattering into the air. Natasha hisses a breath out through cracked lips, the oxygen draining from her lungs. Wanda kneels up and takes a scan, lip worriedly between her teeth. The med bag is dangling next to her hip.

“I’ll walk you through it,” Natasha says faintly. “Remember what you gotta do?” She doesn’t need a rookie right now. She needs Bruce and his steady hands. Hell, she’d even settle for Clint.

“C A B C,” Wanda says, nodding in earnest, scanning Natasha head to toe.

“Fuck that,” Natasha replies in a gasp. “Gunshot wound, ribs. Put pressure on it.” She nods towards where her hands are clasped over her side. Wanda slips the bag off and hesitantly puts her hands out, one on top of the other. “Pulling off in three, two, one,” Natasha says. She lets her hands slip away and the pressure is gone for half a second, the pain spiking, before Wanda’s palms press down on the wound. Natasha’s head spins. “Now–”

“Gauze, I know,” Wanda says. She blinks twice and the flap of the bag flies open. A bandage tears itself free from its packaging and floats towards the two of them like a plastic bag in the wind. It’s creepy. Black spots are blooming in Natasha’s vision.

“So pack it, and get me to the jet,” Natasha orders.

“I could just–” Wanda says. She frowns. “I can put you back together.”

“No,” Natasha says, suppressing a shudder. “There’s still a bullet in me.”

“Okay,” Wanda says. “Right, yeah.” She pulls back from the wound and the next second, she’s stuffing gauze into the bullet wound, past all that flesh and ruined nerve. Natasha makes an inadvertent, choked sound, her legs seizing up, and stuffs her bloodied hand into her mouth to stop it. Her eyes screw shut, wet at the lashes. “Natasha,” Wanda says, concern like a vein of gold in her voice.

Natasha groans around her fist. 

“I’m done. I’m going to pick you up,” Wanda says. Her voice is remarkably steady. “You want me to count down-”

“Jesus Christ, no,” Natasha says, around a half-formed giggle that leaps inadvertently from her mouth. This is not funny. It’s not funny. She snorts to herself, tasting blood.

“Natasha?” Wanda asks.

“Wanda, how is she?” Clint asks.

“She’s laughing,” Wanda says nervously.

“She’s going into shock-”

“Fuck you,” Natasha gasps-

“-get her back to the jet, ASAP.”

“Okay,” Wanda says. Natasha opens her eyes and stares up, trying to sort the edge of a cloud of the wide bright blue of the sky, trying to stay awake when everything light is white and everything dark is as black as the space between stars.

She feels the ground leave her spine and it’s terrifying, sending her reeling into a vague sort of panic for a second: is this it? Is she dying?

“Natasha,” Wanda says. No. Not dead.

“Keep talking,” Natasha says, through lips cracked and dry. Just to convince her she’s not gone yet. Wanda’s panting through her open mouth, boots hitting the floor with sharp cracks.

“Okay,” Wanda says. “Almost there. I-” The air shakes and warps and Wanda swears- “Dolboeb!”

“Language,” Natasha hisses, through her teeth. She hears Steve sigh over the comms.

“She’s awake enough to make fun of you, America,” Wanda says.

“Focus,” Natasha grunts. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re gonna pay for that,” Natasha manages, in one long breath. The floor hits her again, smooth and cool now. “Not on the fucking floor,” Natasha grunts, as the shadow of the jet ceiling slides above her.

“Sorry,” Wanda gasps. A stretcher slides under Natasha’s spine in one fluid motion and she tries to settle in to it, but her muscles are tight, tensing her body rod-straight. Wanda sinks down into a crouch by her head.

“How’s my hair?” Natasha rasps. Her throat is dry from all that dust. She probably smells like crap and looks even worse. Wanda smiles down at her and brushes a single, sweat-sticky strand away from Natasha’s forehead.

“Flawless,” she says. “You want some water?”

“Charmer,” Natasha says. Her breaths are coming too slowly, too shallow. She should probably stop talking. “Yes, please.” Wanda moves off towards the lockers. Natasha breathes and breathes and breathes and tries not to choke on the blood in her throat. Good time not to throw up.

“Here,” Wanda says, twisting the cap off a plastic water bottle with a crack. She holds the bottle to Natasha’s lips and, pride be damned, Natasha allows her to pour it down her throat. It’s good: when did water start tasting so damn good? Wanda’s watching her with a concerned eye.

“Your hair looks good in plaits,” Natasha says, when Wanda withdraws the water bottle. Wanda’s fingers go to the end of one of her long plaits, and she tries a smile.

“You’re not still in shock, are you?” she teases.

“Fuck you,” Natasha says. Wanda’s smile widens to a grin. “Fuck you. You too, Barton. Asshole.” Clint gives a mild protest, accompanied by the hum of his bowstring.

“How’s your heart rate?” Wanda asks, after a second where Natasha catches her breath. Natasha smirks at her, much as she is able to.

“C’mere and find out,” she offers. Wanda raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, and Natasha gives an almighty roll of her eyes with colossal effort. “About seventy,” she says. “That’s high for me. Don’t be worried, though-” A sudden pain lances through her ribs, sending her back arching, her jaw clenching. With effort, she manages not to scream, but it’s a close thing. Within half a second Wanda has produced a pair of scissors from nowhere. “Hope- you know…how to use those,” Natasha cracks, through gritted teeth.

“Shut up,” Wanda says, her face ashen with concern, and she slits open Natasha’s suit around the wound and begins to inspect it. “What’s wrong, what’s the matter?” The pain begins to subside.

“I’m okay,” Natasha gasps. “I’m- I’m okay.” She reaches out for a handhold to grip and she finds Wanda’s hand, cool at the palm, and she grabs at it, squeezes tight. She closes her eyes so she doesn’t have to see the stricken look on Wanda’s face. “I’ll survive.”

“I know you will,” Wanda says, and she squeezes Natasha’s hand back. Natasha can feel her own blood slick on both their skin - it makes her a little nauseous. What if she looks up and it’s black? She can barely begin to unpack that thought before she passes out.

● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

She wakes slowly, aware only of the sheets beneath her back and the light overhead for a long while, eyes slitted against the world.

“You idiot.”

“Watch who you’re calling an idiot,” Natasha says, through a mouth like sandpaper. She licks her lips.

“Water?” Wanda asks, an indistinct shape on her right. The lights are bright yellow, stinging.

“Actually,” Natasha says quietly, “can you turn the lights out?” There’s a pause, and then a rustle of clothing, the switch of the light, and the room goes dark. “Thanks,” Natasha rasps.

“No problem.” Wanda returns to her seat, then shifts. “Do you want me to go?”

“No, stay,” Natasha says, immediately. Too fast to play it cool. She can practically hear Wanda’s relief. She shoves herself up in the bed, until she’s propped against the pillows. With her eyes adjusted to the dark, she can make out the shine of Wanda’s cheekbones, the dark glint of her eyes. “Thank you,” Natasha says.

Wanda opens her mouth, then closes it again. She’s going to draw this out, the idiot.

Natasha reaches for her, ignoring the burn of pain in the ribs, closes her fingers around Wanda’s collar. She pauses long enough to relish the shocked look on Wanda’s face, and then she pulls her in and kisses her - gentle, for Wanda. A contrast to the rough way they gripped hands on the jet. Wanda takes a sharp breath in: her hands fist in the bed sheets.

Natasha releases her.

Wanda doesn’t pull back. She breathes out slow, hot on Natasha’s lips. “You scared me,” she says faintly. “Passing out. Don’t…don’t do it again.”

“Promise,” Natasha says, with a tone that is verging almost on earnest.

“Good,” Wanda says firmly. She leans in again, and Natasha moves to meet her.

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[tony-andonuts]

This man has no business serving so much cunt

[dontcallmecarrie]

For anyone wondering what’s going on with BDEL, Darth Calamity and...basically 99% of my AUs: every time I write, stuff going on in my life keeps coming out. Which normally isn’t bad, but we’re talking soap opera levels here. Like, ‘any more and I might as well write a biography’, and that’s Not Fun on a number of levels.

So, status update/ my internal narration on what keeps running through my head on the AUs you guys may or may not be wanting to hear about. Heads up for some minor spoilers, but way less than the outlines linked on my pinned post.

By Dawn’s Early Light:

...I have all of one (1) scene I’m eager to see, and that’s Howard Stark getting punched by Bucky in front of Steve Rogers. And maybe reassess how realistic this AU is, but tbh that feels more like something to tackle in the Coding Nightmare Fic I Have Yet To Finish because like hell I’m rewriting this fic.

By Myself But Not Alone:

look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair! Sing, oh muse, of the hubris of the fool who thought they could make their overly-complicated vision into a reality while only knowing the bare-bones basics of HTML.

...okay, but really, my main problem is that I’ve got several dozen pages of handwritten notes and outlines of potential Bad Endings to spice things up, but. Completely and utterly blocked on actually writing it out. Kinda debating on just posting what I’ve got and calling it a day because my brain refuses to expand on anything right now.

Live Through The Rain AU:

First off, I really want to brush up on Welcome to Night Vale to make sure I’ve got the tone right. Secondly, this one’s slated for Howard Stark redemption/character development boot camp via ‘yeah your world was just completely upended by one of the people you trusted most, no, that was just the first of many curveballs coming your way’, which I write when I’m trying to tackle a sympathetic and nuanced perspective of a very, very complicated man with a lot of issues.

...which means I have to be in the frame of mind to be sympathetic. Which, right now, I am not.

Incidentally, if you’ve noticed a sharp uptick in the levels of family drama in NHDD, this is why. Justin’s father is what happens when I am not inclined towards trying to be sympathetic towards parents who don’t have their shit together and insist on dragging everyone else down with them, Howard Stark is what happens when I’m not venting my issues onto fictional characters. [...apologies, btw, for anyone reading this. I try to keep personal stuff personal, but. This stuff keeps leaking into everything I touch, no matter how hard I try.]

Blurred Lines:

...this was my first fanfic, really. I’m kinda torn on how to approach it, really, because I started it out as an exhausted aspiring pre-med student who was not in a great place.

It’s been years since then; I am not where I’d once expected to be. It’s been over a decade since I’ve been up to date on what’s going on in Doctor Who, and noped out of Sherlock after the hot mess that happened after Season 2. On top of that, my writing’s all over the place because my teenage self had a long way to go when it came to storytelling, and part of me wants to go back and edit but the rest of me can’t help but think, ‘no, this fic has literally grown with you,’ even if it sounds cheesy as all get out.

All I know is, I want to finish this fic. I have a bullet point outline, next to no knowledge of Doctor Who lore and probably need to do a lot of research to do it, but it is going to happen. Eventually.

Ere The World Falls/The Lullaby of Obliteration:

Writer’s block hit me like a battering ram because ETWF was supposed to be finished in a week.

Look, this is what happens when all you have is a single scene you desperately want in the next chapter, but absolutely nothing else. Specifically, this snippet:

“Oh, I like you,” Hela laughed, something as cold and sharp as the rest of her and Tony didn’t know if he was imagining the goosebumps he felt right now.

Also, ETWF’s meant to be chaos incarnate and found family and end with hope for a better future for everyone, but... I kinda wrote myself into a corner on some things, and found a great way to tie Norse mythology and Marvel comics lore that would require either a lot of heavy editing, or a grimdark remix that I don’t actually have the energy to tackle, because I really kinda need happy endings right now.

Darth Calamity/The Man Who Sold The World:

you know what? I’ve been up to my ears in rl family drama, I am not up to writing fictional angst right now. The remix with more identity shenanigans? Maybe, but first I have to wade through Skywalker family drama to get there. Hmm. Where’s inspiration when you need it?

No Hero [Downward Descending]:

yes, I know Justin Hammer doesn’t come across as being good at this supervillain thing. No, I don’t know how we got here either, this was supposed to be my stab at writing a SI-OC [emphasis on the OC] that got a tad bit out of hand. Especially when it came to the family drama, because I originally had zero intention of expanding on it beyond ‘Justin’s life went on Hard Mode from an early age, and it’s part of why they are Like That now’, but turns out Hammer Senior is a great heat sink for some things. Apologies for that, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ turns out I really needed to vent.

...in retrospect, I missed a golden opportunity for said OC to make a comment about vaguely expecting to see everyone running around in spandex, and that is one of the few regrets I have. Just as a metacommentary on how desaturated the movies got later on, compared to what little I know of the comics.

Beyond that, though, I’m having a lot of fun with a protagonist who accidentally weaponized the power of friendship.

The War is Far From Over Now AU:

Main fic’s finished, still too burned out to consider tackling the sidefic.

The plan currently is to take all the ‘Stuff I Couldn’t Quite Fit In’ posts I made- aka all the plot points that ended up getting cut for my sanity, because my heart had been set on finishing TWiFFON before graduating undergrad and even that ended up going sideways- and playing by ear from there.

Specific plot points I’d once been eager to tackle had included stuff like ‘The Curious Case of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes’ [aka SI Legal’s freakout over the files they end up having to sort through in the aftermath of the Civil War arc], and ‘Vision’s Adventures In Trying To Become a Psychiatrist’ because multiple commenters basically went ‘wow JARVIS really needs therapy, and no one on Earth really is equipped to help Skynet here’ and I remember thinking, “lol yeah, that’s kinda the point, but also that’s a great idea!!!” and had been planning to write something to that effect. Only, things hit the fan in my life not long after, and then burnout on top of that, and next thing I know it’s been years since I last touched this AU but still feel no inclination to do so.

[infernal-fire]

suburban dream

summary: how do you wake up from a nightmare? is it a nightmare if you’ve been asleep the whole time?

major warnings: noncon/dubcon smut, stalking, mention of pregnancy, some cum play (check the prompts for indications of other warnings)

a/n: this is for @iraot​’s 1.1k writing challenge. BIG congrats on 1.1k (i cannot explain how glad i am that others get to read your amazing work) and another BIG thank you for hosting this challenge.

Here are the results of my wheel spins:

Kink wheel: daddy kink, somnophilia, breeding kink Character wheel: Jake Jensen Situation wheel: Neighbours AU

You let out a breath of relief as you dropped the last brown box into the corner of the room. How you managed to own this much stuff, you’d never know. Glanced around the living room, it was difficult to decide where to begin. After much contemplation, you huffed and picked up the pizza catalogue, deciding to call it a day. 

It was unbearable to leave the house in the mess that it was. On the other hand, your right hip wailed in agony every time you bent down. Lacking the much-needed support of friends or family, you had no option but to suck it up and unpack… but that can wait till tomorrow. 

Fishing out just the necessities for the night, you climbed up the stairs and headed into the master bedroom. Massive house for one person, you noted. You did insist that an apartment would suffice but Tony was a stickler for rules.

All Stark employees have to be residents of a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood. 

Before getting the job, you weren’t even aware that “Stark-Jensen” neighbourhoods were a thing; it was a term coined by the tech company itself, referring to neighbourhoods that are protected by Stark-Jensen technology. The crime rate in these neighbourhoods are always startlingly low, the odd criminal or two being from inside the community itself. All things considered, how could you say no to free housing? 

Sure, the security measures assured that you never had to worry, but it also made you wonder why they were there in the first place. This place was as secure as the Stark Tower; why? You tried not to ask too many questions, afraid of getting on Tony’s bad side. Besides, it isn’t characteristic of him to give you a straight answer anyway. 

Life is good, your most harrowing concern at the moment being that your new place had no curtains. It had been a long time since things were calm and you were just recognizing that your days had been free of storms for some time now. Counting your blessings for the second time that night, you stepped into the shower and reminded yourself of all the things to be grateful for. 

To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. You finished your night routine right as the pizza was delivered and excitedly skipped down. No one told you how fun living alone was but they didn’t need to - you quickly found that independence is a glorious necessity in everyone’s life.

Jake stood bewildered at your person throwing the door open. He gripped the pizza box tight to ensure he didn’t drop it and continued to look at you like you had grown a third head. He never was very good with his words, but your beauty truly inhibited his ability to think.

“Hi?” you asked.

“Hey, I-I’m your neighbour, Jake. Saw that you were moving in and I came to ask if you need any help.” 

“Oh,” you contemplated, looking past him. “Where’s the pizza person?”

“I paid for it. Housewarming gift?” he  said like a question and handed it over. 

You received the warm box and waited for him to say something as he fiddled with his hands. His smile looks so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

“So…Do you need help?” He looked up right at the end. You grinned at how shy he was.

“I would really appreciate the help tomorrow,” you replied casually. 

“Oh, so… I’ll come by tomorrow morning?” He looked hopeful, as if you were the one handing him the olive branch. You took a once-over of his build, sure that he would come handy when your hip gives up again and nodded in response. 

He nodded back slowly and turned around to leave, but seeing him at your doorstep felt eerily similar to a puppy left out in the rain. 

“I don’t think I can finish this pizza alone,” you called out. He turned around, a glint of happiness apparent in the shine of his eyes. 

“Do you have time to help me with this right now?” It was your turn to look hopeful and you really hoped this cutie took the bait.

He did. 

You couldn’t ignore the nagging at the back of your head that you had seen him somewhere. You also couldn’t dismiss the fact that dinner together was just a little awkward. The conversation started off with small talk, and it didn’t take a genius to tell that neither of you enjoyed it. Luckily, it shifted to talks about the neighbourhood and your old job. After that, the words flowed easily, the two of you bonding like you had known each other forever. Although it was smooth sailing, you couldn’t help but wonder how he knows so much about the neighbourhood security measures. When he mentioned that he had lived there for about 6 years, you chalked it up to a simple accumulation of knowledge he must’ve acquired from being around for so long. 

“So everyone who lives around here works for Stark-Jensen, right?” you questioned, trailing your finger on the rim of your second wine glass for the night.

“Yeah, for the most part. Though it’s hard to tell who works for who.”

You chuckled in agreement.

“What is it with that? I mean, I work for Stark, and my colleagues, too… but exclusively for Stark. Jensen does exist right?”

“Yeah,” he snickered, “He does. Stark makes the tech and Jensen does the coding.”

“So they’re a two-man team, but Tony’s the face of the company? Seems sort of unfair,” you muttered, quirking your brow a little. 

Jake smiled at your comment, glanced at his hands and looked back up at you. 

“Maybe he wants it to be that way.” He nudged his glasses up and took a little sip of his wine while peering at you. 

You cocked your head to the side and considered the information. Your head was hazy and you needed to stop drinking; alcohol and cute guys are not a good mix. 

“Wait.” You squinted at him. 

“Does that mean you’re a Stark-Jensen employee?” 

He let out a chortle and took your glass from you. 

“Hey, hey I want that back!” you whined, not even caring that you’re embarrassing yourself. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” He gently helped you up, waiting for you to move. 

“I can usually handle my liquor,” you promised, clinging onto his broad form for support. 

He started moving you up to your lone mattress in the corner of your room, softly laying you down. 

“Jake,” you caught his arm. “You didn’t answer the question. Do you work for Stark-Jensen?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

You pouted at his answer, still gripping his wrist like you owned him. He tenderly pried your fingers off him and placed them on your belly. 

“See you tomorrow,” he mumbled as he left your room. You drifted asleep easily, blissfully unaware of how you’d never be able to live down the humiliation of your drunken stupor. 

The next day, you hoped Jake wouldn’t show up. It would save you from the burning heat that crept up your neck every time you recalled the night before.

Unfortunately, Jake had found it way too amusing an opportunity to tease you, showing up at your doorstep at 10 AM on the dot. 

The day went on without a hitch, the conversation picking up easily from where you left off. Jake found it endearing when you groaned at the mention of your state, only after three glasses of wine. The question of his employment never crossed your mind again, both of you having way too much fun unpacking. You felt ten times better knowing that your neighbour was a loveable, single, hunky nerd; it made the stress of settling in that much better. 

Of course, like all good things, the weekend came to an end. Monday morning, you eagerly prepped yourself for a new week at the office. Being Tony’s right hand took five rounds of interviews as well as background checks into every living relative you had. After the turbulent hiring process, you found that the job was not any easier. Luckily, the move had you feeling more thankful about being in sync with all the Stark tech; with FRIDAY managing your house and personal appointments, it was easier to keep track of Tony’s day. 

You stepped out of the house and shielded your eyes from the beautiful day. Just then, your lovely new friend stepped onto his porch wearing casual attire.

“Have fun at work!” he called after you.

“Thanks! Are you going to work?”

“Yes, I am.” You took in his outfit one more time, chuckling as you wondered what job would pay enough to live here while dressed in sweats.

“Well, in case I don’t see ya’... Good afternoon, good evening and good night!” you exclaim loudly. 

Jake giggled like a schoolboy and waved goodbye before ducking into his car. 

Tony’s 10 AM meeting has been pushed to 11 AM, Miss L/N. 

“No, no, that won’t do! He has another meeting at 12 PM, the timing will clash. FRIDAY, who was he supposed to meet at 10 AM?”

Speaking to the AI felt more like talking to yourself, but with time, you assured yourself that it would look as cool as Stark when handling your things.

He’s meeting Mr Jensen, the co-founder of Stark-Jensen. I believe you have not met him yet. 

“Yeah, I haven’t. Could you call him for me, FRIDAY?”

Sorry Miss L/N, Mr Jensen’s phone is switched off. He has already notified Tony of the change in plans. 

“What an asshole,” you grumbled. 

On the contrary, I think you would like Mr Jensen, Miss L/N.

“You can just call me Y/N, FRIDAY. Oh, and, send out a notification to all of today’s meeting hosts and tell them to push it by one hour. If they complain, send them my number to take up any problems they have.” 

It’ll be done by the time you reach your office. 

“Thank you,” you smiled and pulled into your parking spot, right beside Tony’s. 

It was hard to imagine what would’ve happened today if Tony didn’t give you access to FRIDAY. Calling each meeting host and personally asking them to push their meetings seemed like a tedious and mind-bending task. And frankly, you didn’t ever look forward to talking to Karen’s. But now, you would never have to know; FRIDAY was an absolute godsend. 

You stepped onto the other side of security clearance just as the clock struck 9 AM. Strutting up to your office, you made a mental checklist of everything you need to do during the day. Usually, Tony didn’t require you to sit in for his meetings. He has a different set of assistants for note-taking purposes. 

Too consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the large picture of Jake and Tony sitting side by side on the wall beside the elevators. You also didn’t notice Jake’s smirk as he passed by you with ease. He would’ve stopped to say hi, but he knew that you didn’t realize who he was yet. Now he just had to figure out a way to get you to show up to his and Tony’s meeting and give you the heart attack of a lifetime. 

Beep, beep.

The Stark-watch buzzed on your wrist, letting you know that Tony was calling for you. You had barely even stepped into the elevator and he was already whining like a baby. 

You shook your head and stepped into the doorframe of his lab.

“Come here!” his voice called from the far end of a lab. Your suspicions of him being under the work table were confirmed when he wheeled out on his back and handed you a wrench. 

“Do me a favour. Tighten this for me?” 

He handed you the arm of an Iron Man suit, what you assumed was his latest mark. He already lived at the lab as it was, you wondered how he ever had time for Pepper. 

“Come on, put your arm into it L/N! You know what, you’re distracted, give it here.”

“Did you call me here to tighten your screws?” You shifted your weight onto one leg and crossed your arms. It was sassy of you, but Tony’s assistant needs to have some backbone, famously said by Rhodey.

“Well, you know me, screws always loose.” He knocked on his head and chuckled at his own joke. You sighed and turned to walk out. 

“I need you to sit in for my 11 o’clock. And cancel everything else today.”

You gasped and turned again, marching to where he was lying down. 

“Tony Stark, you have no regard for anyone’s time! I already pushed everything back by one hour because of your buddy Jensen and now you’re asking me to cancel everything?”

“I know, and I agree. I wish I could go to the mind-numbing meetings with corporate clowns, but I want to show you and Jensen something cool.”

He stopped fiddling with his toy just long enough to glance at you. 

You sighed and called for FRIDAY, groaning for the umpteenth time since that morning. Why were you acting like this was the first time he’s done this? It was probably your lack of energy from moving. You couldn’t wait to get home and maybe call Jake over for dinner. Now that you considered this possibility, time seemed to pass slower, but at least there was something worthwhile to look forward to. 

When 10:55 rolled around, you were sitting in Tony’s lab, patiently waiting as Tony set up his latest invention for demonstration. 

“Where’s your buddy?” you asked, checking your watch for the time again. 

“On his way,” he replied without turning away from his work. 

He paused and took a step back to admire his work before facing you. 

“You haven’t met Jake, have you?”

“Jake?”

Right on cue, Jake walked through the doors of the labs and you whipped around to find your grinning friend.

“Howdy neighbour,” Jake sneered. 

“Oh, right. You live beside each other,” Tony muttered as he gathered some more things from his desk. 

You shamelessly inhaled the pinewood and vanilla-infused scent of Jake as he sat down beside you. To have him so close to you was a dangerous thing, your cunt unknowingly clenching every time he moved his biceps. 

“Stop making heart-eyes at him.”

You threw whatever was in your hand at Tony’s head, and it happened to be a pen. It narrowly missed as he ducked and doubled over in laughter at your embarrassment. The bastard took sick pleasure in it so he often made it a point to humiliate you, but it usually wasn’t in front of the co-CEO of the world’s largest tech company. 

The rest of your time in that lab went on without any heart attacks - as far as anyone knew, the slick between your thighs doesn’t account for a ‘heart attack’, per se. You shouldn’t even be thinking about Jake like that. He was technically your boss too. 

Tony dismissed you at lunch and told you to take the rest of the day off, much to your delight. You slid into your car and dropped your head onto the steering wheel.

You had barely moved into the neighbourhood and you’re already finding ways to be fired.

~Time skip~

You sighed and laid back in the over-the-top maternity chair Jake got you for feeding. Your baby gurgled as curled his little fingers into his palm before knocking on your breast once. With a light chuckle, you cooed as the little bundle began falling asleep. 

This was the only place in the house that had a sliver of sunlight gracing the inside of the house. 

You could have outdoor privileges if you didn’t pull that little stunt. 

Could you really blame yourself for trying to leave? How were you to know that it’s impossible to leave a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood?

Because it says “Stark-Jensen” in the name, you dumbass. 

Fair enough.

You lost count of how many times you sigh on the daily, instead opting to count the number of times you’re able to hold off a mental breakdown. Today, you got the rare privilege of privacy, with Jake being gone to another one of Stark’s presentation.

You reminisced about the last time you sat in Tony’s lab and watched him explain his latest creation. Little did you know that the first time you sat with Jake in there would also be the last time you ever sat in there. 

You gently placed the Jim in the cradle. Again, one of the many over-the-top investments made by Jake to ensure the baby got state-of-the-art care. The way Jensen had made you sit beside him as he put the contraption together almost had you lurching. But you didn’t want to wake the baby. The horridness of the memories cannot outweigh your will to keep Jimmy from crying.

“Look at it!”, Jake excitedly spun the box to show you. It must’ve cost an unreasonable amount of money - not that he couldn’t spare to spend the coin, but the purchase confirmed your worst suspicions; he was serious about this all. 

Your eyes, puffy from the days of crying, were barely open. Yet you still nodded, figuring that if you put up with his enthusiasm now, he’ll let you go to sleep without raping you like he did every night. 

Anyway, you were wrong. 

When did everything go so wrong?; How?

You picked up your phone. Your eyes flickered between the only two contacts saved on it. Jake made sure you couldn’t do anything except call him or Tony.

You missed your ex-boss (who was always more of a friend to you). But, it was obvious that calling him wasn’t worth it and would rarely yield any fruitful conversation. Tony always spoke as if he were walking on glass around you and your words were always monitored and censored by Jake. It didn’t take long to figure that one out. 

“I don’t know what happened, Tony, she’s just unhinged,” Jake explained over the phone. In the background, you struggled against the bonds that held you to his bedframe. You sobbed harder into your gag and tried to scream ‘help’. All that came out was a shriek. 

“You hear her? She’s completely unfit to come into work… What happened? I don’t know man… She’s breaking down under all the stress. A few days of rest might do the trick. No, no, you don’t have to come down. I’ll take care of it.” 

He ended the call and you went limp, pausing your hysteria. He smiled at you as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. As if he hadn’t just made Tony believe that you were off your rockers. As if he hadn’t just fucked you five times over the span of 48 hours. 

He had planned every step of your entrapment to the letter and it was all going according to his plan.

You put your phone facedown on the dining table and walked back upstairs to your room. His room. Your room, too. 

Never, you internally screamed.

Well, it’s too late to debate it. 

You stood at the foot of your bed and traced the footboard. He took you countless amount of times on this bed and every instance held some clue that he was working up to what was happening now. You could see that now - but what was the point now?

You giggled as Jake pushed you onto his bed. Who knew this golden retriever could be so rough?

“Shhshshshhh” you slurred and Jake laughed in response. 

“Tony’s not here, baby,” he replied, climbing on top of you. 

“We’re not gonna get fired?” 

“He can’t fire me, sweetheart.”

“Oh… yeah.” You frowned, remembering that your risqué relationship was only risky for you. 

In your drunken haze, you didn’t realize Jake was rubbing his bulbous tip against your folds, gathering slick. 

“Condom?” 

“Don’t have,” Jake lied. 

“Oh,” you hesitated. 

“It’ll feel so good, baby.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and sunk in before you had the chance to protest. 

“Jakeeee,” you whined. Writhing under his grasp, you shook your head side-to-side as he vigorously fucked into you. 

He abruptly stopped and pulled out. “What have I said about saying my name?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you sheepishly say. 

“That’s right, slut. You’re gonna make me a daddy, right?” He pushed back in. 

“Yeah, you are. Gonna make me a daddy, so call me daddy.”

The implication of his words flew right over your head in your drunken haze and blank mind. Any ounce of sense that you had left was being fucked out by his thick length. 

“Gonna blow my load. Fill you tight cunt, not gonna last long.”

His words were broken with loud moans. He couldn’t think straight with your warm, wet pussy inviting him in over and over. 

As you shook from an overwhelming orgasm, your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing Jake to lose any last bit of restraint he was holding onto. He pushed in as far as he could go as you flailed around. He pinned your arms down and pressed his mouth into yours, delivering a hot and heavy kiss that had you panting. 

He pulled out, but the string of cum that followed made you blanch. You never were one for cum play. Still, you didn’t protest when Jake pushed everything back in with two fingers. 

“Gotta’ make sure you’re full baby.”

You shake your head now, but again, what’s the point? It’s all done and dusted. Though, you should give yourself some credit. Even if you had realized earlier, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He would’ve realized that you knew before you could’ve even thought about escaping.

As you drifted asleep, you adjusted the volume of the baby monitor one last time and slumped into the fluffy pillows. 

How do you wake up from dreams? Was it by pinching yourself? You couldn’t wake up from the nightmare that was your reality when you pinched yourself. You doubted that would work right now. You couldn’t recall how to open your eyes. Instead, you whimpered in your sleep, reliving the moment Jake finally revealed his ulterior motive

“You did what?” Jake was seething, but the only indication of it was his clenching jaw and red face. His tone was the perfect embodiment of the calm before a storm. 

“I know you aren’t happy… but Jake, you- you’re always talking about babies and a family. It was so overwhelming and I… I-I…” You were shivering now, unable to withstand the heat of his glare. You had never been on the receiving end of his anger. Hell, you had never even seen him angry. 

“I didn’t have an abortion, Jake, for god’s sake stop looking at me like a killed a baby! Plan B is not a crime. I’m only even bringing this up because I started on birth control anyway. Plan B every time we have sex is just not practical or feasible.”

At this point, you could’ve been speaking to a wall. Jake still hadn’t said anything and you were beginning to wonder if he had even been listening. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he whispered, at last. 

“What?”

“I watch you do everything, I can’t believe I didn’t know about the Plan B.”

“What… What are you saying?”

“I said,” Jake stood up, “I’ve basically been watching you 24/7. And I don’t know how I didn’t notice this.” 

“What do you mean watching me?” Tears in your waterline were threatening to blur your vision but you blinked furiously in an attempt to keep looking Jake in the eyes.

 “You think FRIDAY works for you?” 

Jake leisurely cracked each knuckle and took a step towards you. You took one back. 

“Oh, now, don’t be like that.”

You woke from your nightmare that was the boiling pot and jumped straight into the fire. Jake was already moving in and out of your channel, moaning about how he missed you too much. 

You tried to adjust yourself but he caught your arms and pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your stomach. 

When he pushed back in, the hopelessness of your life manifested as tears; it happens every once in a while. 

Today, you had a new record: you were able to hold off a total of 7 breakdowns.

But, of course, that was right before he pinched you awake every time.

Masterlist

[sarah-sandwich]

Okay I’ve gotta ask about A Series of Mysterious Snappenstances

lmao thanks! It's...the working title obviously haha

This is my much delayed (to the point of irrelevance) endgame fix it fic! (with a heavy helping of parkner) I'm not even going to waste space talking about it I'm just going to share the beginning and let you wonder 😘

Present

Peter hangs back from the service at the lake until Aunt May, with a comforting but firm arm around his waist, guides him closer to the dock where Pepper and Morgan are sending off Mr. Stark’s arc reactor. He hasn’t cried yet. Well, not today. Well, not here where the Avengers could see. Well, the remaining Avengers. His throat aches with the need to release the pent up agony in his chest. He lost him. He really lost him. He spent years vying for Iron Man’s— No, for Tony Stark’s attention, his favor, his pride, and only got it during the five years he wasn’t here to appreciate it. And then he lost him.

When the staggered clusters of people standing on the lawn start to break up, some heading inside for refreshments and conversations while others start towards the procession of parked cars that line the long drive, he makes his excuses to May and splits off towards the small trailhead visible in the treeline beyond the house. He only needs a minute to relieve the ache in his throat and siphon off some of the misery coalescing in his chest without humiliating himself in front of Earth’s mightiest heroes.

He doesn’t expect someone else to have had the same idea.

His cheeks are already wet, vision obscured by tears, when he rounds a bend and nearly walks smack into a tall, light-haired figure in all black. They’re all in all black.

“Shi— Sorry,” he says as he dodges around shiny black dress shoes and manages to kick dirt over his own. He hastily scrubs his face with the backs of his sleeves but his suit jacket is depressingly water-repellent.

“It’s alright.” The stranger's voice is light and cushioned by a southern drawl but Peter gets the feeling that he’s annoyed. He has no idea why he thinks that but his gut says it’s true. Face damp and sleeves smeared, he looks up and meets stormy eyes. A spark of recognition flares within him only to fade as quickly as it came. Try as he might, he can’t put a name to this face. Crooked squashy nose, eyes blue like a rain cloud under serious eyebrows, his hair that shade that straddles the line between brown and blonde and is trimmed neatly and styled with gel. It looks… wrong, somehow.

“Are you alright?”

He realizes he’s staring and steps back with a shrug, throwing a cast away glance at the surrounding forest before finding his gaze drawn right back to the boy in front of him. He’s his age, or somewhere near enough to it. Who is this guy? “Fantastic,” he deadpans and surreptitiously tries to wipe his sleeves on the butt of his slacks. Who decided on the dress code for funerals? Funeral dress should be all knits and cotton. Comfortable, light, and absorbent. This polyester hell is miserable.

“You knew Mr. Stark?” The words are out of Peter's mouth before he can call them back. To his credit, the guy raises his eyebrows and gives him a look like duh. Why else would he be all the way out here dressed in fuddy-duddy funeral clothes?

“Mr. Stark?” the guy echoes with a sardonic edge. “Was he your boss or something?”

Peter winces. Was. “Sort of. I’m… was his intern.”

The guy’s gaze sharpens and seems to take him in anew or perhaps for the first time. “Peter Parker?”

Peter blinks. “Yes? Who are you?”

“Harley Keener,” he says and actually sticks his hand out to shake.

Peter wipes his hand on his slacks before he takes it. Harley’s hand wraps around his, warm and calloused. Something niggles at the back of his mind. A feeling. A memory. Deja Vu. He says the words that come to his mind as though he’s spoken them before. “The potato gun kid?”

A smile curls Harley’s lips, crooked and hinting at mischief of days gone by.

_________________________________________________________

Plain of the Lost: Date Unknown

“Yeah, that’s me,” Harley says, teeth bared in a shit-eating grin that wrinkles his nose. “Did he tell you I saved his ass? More than once.”

Peter hazards a half-smile. “Yeah, he might’ve mentioned it.”

Harley puts his hands on his hips and looks around at their dusty little camp. It’s not much. There aren’t any materials to build anything. The only things they brought with them are the clothes on their backs and whatever they may have had in their pockets when they got snapped. The best they’ve been able to do is mark out small territories. None of them are depressed enough to call them ‘homes’ yet. This is temporary. Whether they’re called back to Earth and their normal lives or they move on to some kind of afterlife, they all agree this can’t be it. This is purgatory, not an ending but a transition to something else. It has to be.

“So what’s the application process like for this place?” Harley asks. “And what kind of deposit are we looking at? The usual one-month plus first month? What are your rates?”

Peter shakes his head. He’s out of practice with this whole socializing thing. He’s usually the one making jokes and trying to keep people’s spirits up. To have that energy directed at him has him wrong-footed. “There’s not much but I can give you a tour and if you’re interested you can sketch out a spot for yourself.”

“Sure, sure. Where’s yours? We can start there.”

Peter hesitates. “I don’t have one.”

Harley looks at him then, head cocked to the side in consideration. “Why not? You’re not sticking around?”

Peter runs his tongue over his teeth. That’s not it. He already decided the best way to find his people would be to stay in one spot and make sure his name gets around, let them find him, but… “I don’t need one. I… This is for them. Not me.” He gestures at the huddled masses, clumped in small groups playing games in the dirt or solitary and staring up at the never-changing sunset or down at the dirt that doesn’t stick to clothes or feet.

Harley watches him. “So you see yourself as above everyone else?”

“What? No, I… Not above.” Not below either, but separate? Definitely. There are a number of New York accents in his little corner of the Plains. The more he gets the word out there that Spider-Man is watching over this area the more of them arrive. It doesn’t matter that he stopped bothering with the mask. It doesn’t matter that he’s a regular guy underneath it. A kid, some might say. They still treat him like he’s some kind of authority. Someone important. Someone who can help. He tries to keep things casual by making bad jokes and goofing off but they take it as him putting on a brave face and being the light in the dark.

“They don’t think of me as one of them,” he slowly explains. “I don’t want to make them uncomfortable by being around all the time.”

Harley frowns at him. “So where do you go?”

He shrugs. Mostly he walks the perimeter of the area. There’s nothing else really to do. If anyone wanders close enough he asks if they’d like to join their little community. Most of the non-earthlings keep walking and some humans too, but mostly people are relieved to find a place to stay, a place where they aren’t alone or lost.

“Okay well how ‘bout this,” Harley says with conviction, “you show me around and I’ll pick us a spot. We can be neighbors.” He flashes another crooked grin like this is all a big joke, like they’re kids playing house and one of them needs to be the dad while the other is the pet dog that causes as much imaginary mayhem as possible while the other sighs loudly and straightens up the cracked bucket that sometimes functions as the kitchen table and sometimes as the TV.

“Alright,” Peter agrees more to put an end to this conversation than any reason else. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Maureen.”

“Lead on.”

_____________________________________________________

Present

“Yeah, that’s me,” Harley says, and his grin fades. “I should probably get going. I keep getting weird looks from…”

He trails off but Peter knows he means the Avengers. “Hold on,” he says without knowing where he’s going with it. Harley eyes him warily. “Let me at least introduce you to Morgan. She was telling me about all the stories M— her dad told about me. I bet he told her about you too. She’ll want to meet you.”

Harley chews his bottom lip and casts a sideways look in the direction of the house. Then he shrugs and says, “Alright. Lead on.”

That sense of deja vu washes over him again but he ignores it and starts back the way he came. Harley falls into step beside him as he brushes at his cheeks again.

“I don’t look like I’ve been crying, do I?”

Harley looks at him and his lips twitch. “Yeah, but a respectable amount of crying. Don’t worry it’s flattering.”

He trips on a root and lets Harley take the lead to hide his warm cheeks.

~*~

He’s hiding in the lab when Harley walks in. Pepper talked them both into staying the night, not that it was difficult considering Morgan is the one that made the request. That little girl is impossible to say no to. May left hours ago and he ducked into Mr. Stark’s garage for some respite after Morgan was put down for a nap and it appears he’s, again, not the only one to have the idea, but this time he was here first.

“Hey,” Peter says.

Harley stiffens and the exhaustion wipes away from his face as he straightens and locates him in the room. “Hey,” he says in return and then his gaze drifts beyond him to the holoscreens that hover over his shoulder. “Snooping?” he asks.

His tone is flat but Peter can tell he’s trying to make light of… Of everything.

“No.” He pulls a face and shrugs. “Well, sort of I guess. I was curious if he kept working on some stuff we had in progress when the— the blip happened.” The blip. What a dumb term. He has to keep reminding himself that’s how everyone has been referring to it all these years. It feels wrong in his mouth but he doesn't know what the alternative would be.

Harley hums thoughtfully and perches on the edge of the workbench. His seat puts him much higher than Peter on the rolling stool, his head only coming even with Harley’s hips.

“Why would he work on Spidey stuff? I thought you got blipped with the rest of us.”

Peter’s heart jumps into his throat.

Harley looks down at him. “What?”

He works his jaw then says lowly, “He told you?”

“Told—? Oh. No, he didn’t.” He frowns into the middle distance for a moment then shakes his head. “I think I’ve known for a long time. I don’t remember when I figured it out.”

“You don’t remember,” Peter repeats acerbically.

Harley shrugs. “Wasn’t important, I guess.”

Yeouch. Okay that’s something he’s going to dwell on later. Some random kid in Tennessee shouldn’t be able to figure out his identity, not even a kid connected to Mr. Stark. Especially if it wasn’t even important, if he wasn’t even trying. It’s alarming to say the least.

Silence falls around them as Peter half-heartedly pokes through the files from before the blip and Harley stares at the screens without comment, without blinking. Peter wonders if he’s even seeing them. Time passes, he’s not sure how much. He hasn’t been any good at tracking it lately. It’s almost like he expects no time to pass at all but then he looks at the sky and finds the sun has been moving steadily across it and it shocks him back into the present.

“Do you remember it?” Harley asks out of the blue.

“What?”

Harley turns his unblinking stare on him, something haunted in the depths. “The blip. Being blipped. Do you remember anything?”

“I get… impressions,” he admits. Orange. Always orange. There’s a specific shade that makes a trapped panicked feeling well up in his chest and he knows it’s because of that place. Fear, helplessness, frustration, boredom, but also safe, protected, cared for. A sense of home that he doesn’t understand. He feels like he found something there and unwittingly left it behind. He has muddled dreams that he wakes up from feeling inexplicably sad and lonely. No one else feels like this, or at least no one has talked about it, but there was something there. Something that he wants back. He just can’t remember what.

Harley nods like he expected as much.

“What about you?”

Harley looks away. “Same. I feel like I…” He shakes his head.

“Like you what?” Peter digs.

Harley frowns at the holoscreen but again seems to be looking through it, past it to some great beyond. “I feel like I’ve forgotten something important.”

Ask me about a fic on this list and I'll ramble about it

[tarantulas4davey]

for a writing prompt, any canon era thoughts abt ralbert? also love ur ralbert fanart its so cute!

thank you so much !! they’re pretty much all i draw anymore lmao

oh oh oh ok i have so many cause i never talk canon era

TW: lil vague mention of period typical homophobia, but it is not at all a part of the story and is ONLY MENTIONED

hcs under the cut cause i never shut up

pretty much just like modern ralbert but. more secretive cause. yk. it’s illegal

CEOs of knowing glances n coded flirting

seriously they have full conversations in the middle of a crowded lodging house with just a look. jack hates it So Much cause half the time their silent conversations are about his shenanigans

albert is the only one allowed anywhere near race’s cigar without suffering the consequences

to add to that, race isn’t the one that smokes, albert is. if you see smoke and hear voices coming from the fire escape in the middle of the night, know albert’s the one with a cigar in his hand

race just likes having something in his hands, and he’s a better pickpocket than albert is

they also lead the “i sold all my papers let’s go make out in an alley” brigade cause they’re impulsive and chaotic

their favorite - for anything other than selling purposes - is days where the sky opens up and pours down rain. actually yk what-

have a scene:

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! It’ll stop before we get out there if you don’t hurry, Al!” Race bounces up and down on his toes, excited.

“M’comin’, hold your horses, Toni.”

Albert reaches the landing of the stairs, grinning when Race launches himself at him before pushing him out the doors into the torrential downpour coming down on Manhattan.

Race doesn’t hesitate, grabbing his hand and dragging him beyond the overhang and giggling brightly at the way he’s soaked to the bone within seconds. Albert scrunches up his face, hating the way his wet clothes cling to him, but then a pretty boy tugs him close and starts them spinning in place and he’s forgetting all about it.

Race stops them spinning, jumping in place and sending a puddle fanning out beneath his feet before placing a hand on Albert’s shoulder and grabbing his other hand in his own. His finds his waist, and Race half sings something pretty in Italian for the two of them to hear, interrupting it to laugh when Albert spins him.

There’s never anyone out, when it’s pouring. It’s only them.

Albert glances in every direction, seeing nothing but rain soaked buildings and silent streets. He releases Race’s hand, moving it to his cheek, eyes lingering on the flattened curls and the clumped lashes that frame a pair of dizzyingly blue eyes.

“Attento ora, rosso.” Race says with a teasing smile. “Someone might think you’re in love with me or somethin’, you keep lookin’ at me like that.”

“What a crying shame that would be, huh?” It would be. It was easier to joke, though, than face the idea of losing each other just because of who they love.

Race bites his lip, snarky reply on the tip of his tongue, but Albert just shakes his head and leans in, putting all the soft, mushy feelings he can’t voice into a kiss that can’t last very long, due to setting.

“Now, c’mon, let’s go see how flooded Bottle Alley is.” He lingers a moment, keeping Race pressed against him for a beat before stepping back and turning on his heel down the street.

“Beat you there!” Race says, already sprinting down the street ahead of his. Albert shakes his head and takes off after him, letting out a laugh that makes Race’s heart flip.

yeah. them. n e way

they’re just really in love

share a bunk

not like. like.

listen.

jojo sleeps on the bottom bunk. they sleep on the top bunk when albert’s at the lodging. which is often tbh. race doesn’t really sleep unless he’s there, so he stays

sometimes race doesn’t sleep anyway and they go and hang out on the fire escape. make out or bicker about headlines or talk about what they’d do if they could be together for the rest of forever like they want

they’re just. yeah. always getting into shit. bein chaotic n in love. the usual behavior

thank u sm for the ask !!! they’re the sweetest and i never get to talk about them in canon era cause all my aus are modern. mwah !!!!

[mlsfrvr]

Stop! It’s Pepperony Time! Part-2

Hello guys!

I finally found time and as I promised I am sharing the second part with you. If you have stories that you have read over and over again, please do not forget to share them. :)

PS: I would like to thank the authors of the stories very, very much. I just want to say that I respect them for doing such a great job. They really, really did a great job. I feel good every time I read the stories and that's why I wanted to share. I can't wait to read more of your work or new stories!

Nostalgia: after Afghanistan. Tony remembers Pepper's birthday.

Deserving Better: after Iron Man 2. Tony blames himself.

Nightmares: after Iron Man 2. Tony is dealing with his nightmares.

Light Up Midnight: after Iron Man 2. Tony is returning from mission.

Driving With the Top Down: it has great stories in it.

Missed Calls: during Avengers . Pepper sees the phone call.

oh desert ocean, hold me in your arms: afghanistan. what happened while Tony was walking in the desert?

And they lived happily: Iron Man 3. the story of what happened from Tony saving Pepper to gifting her with the necklace.

Five Times Pepper Takes Care of Tony and One Time He Takes Care of Her

On Hold: after Avengers. Tony wakes up with Pepper by his side.

Code Pepper: after Iron Man 2. Pepper is in shock from the impact of the explosion.

Showered With Affection: during Iron Man 3. i would love to see the shower scene like this.

It's always Pepper: during Iron Man 3. Tony has a panic attack after the nightmare.

You're My Everything: short but good stories.

Proof That Pepper Potts Owns My Heart: during Iron Man 3. Tony tells Pepper his thoughts on the reactors.

There's only one phoenix (and it's not me): during Iron Man 3. what happened when Pepper fell?

Crashing: missing moments Ironman 2: a great story that fills in the blanks.

Just A Mechanic: after Iron Man 3. Tony is still struggling with his nightmares.

I Can't Sleep: during Iron Man 3. Tony talks to his demons.

Hero: after Afghanistan. Pepper finds Tony injured on the roof.

Habituate: after Iron Man 2. Pepper helps Tony.

As You Turn Away: alternative. Tony and Pepper are marrying other people.

A Birthday to Remember: after Afghanistan. Pepper's birthday.

Fallout, Fall In: after Iron Man 2. Tony is resting.

What We Lose: alternative. Tony and Pepper have been together for a long time. Pepper learns she's pregnant when Tony goes missing.

Ever I Saw: all times. first of all for Pepper.

Important Shit: Endgame. Tony finds time travel.

Think About You: from Infinity War to Endgame. Tony, Pepper and Morgan.

Knowing: after Afghanistan. Pepper says she loves Tony.

in the Dark: alternative. Tony and Pepper are married.

For Sure: right after Iron Man 2. there is another good story in the end.

All in a day's work: it starts with Afghanistan. with Tony's disappearance, Pepper has business to attend to.

What About Her?: before everything. Tony hires Pepper.

Guilt: alternative. Tony's with someone else. forbidden love.

Vacation: after Afghanistan. Tony takes Pepper on vacation.

Paradigm Shiftish: after Iron Man 2. Tony returns from mission injured.

Aand The Show Goes On: after Iron Man 3. Pepper is pregnant.

The One Thing I Can't Live Without: Iron Man 2 but with alternate endings.

In the Eyes of Others: it starts with Afghanistan, but this time it is told through Happy's eyes.

Entitled: Iron Man 2. alternative. Pepper agrees to go to Venice.

He Is Iron, She Is Gold: after Afghanistan. Tony is returning home after the press conference.

You Are Awesome: after Iron Man 2. Pepper has cramps and Tony helps.

Winging It: right after Iron Man 2. tells what happened after the roof.

Access Granted: great short stories about Tony and Pepper's relationship.

Home: after Iron Man 2. Tony is returning home.

Working Free: after Afghanistan. Tony realizes that Pepper has been injured by the events on the roof.

Betrayed Trust: after Iron Man 2. Pepper has some questions for Tony.

Palmer's Kiss: after Afghanistan. Tony and Pepper accidentally get engaged.

Warmth on a Rainy Day: after Afghanistan. Tony and the rain.

Crash and Burn: after Afghanistan. Pepper chooses a different path.

Times when Tony caught Pepper crying

Five times Tony hugs Pepper

You're Killing Me Smalls: after Civil War. Tony becomes Peter's father.

You're All I Have: after Afghanistan. Tony and Pepper are faking it.

The Fight Had Just Beguns: during Avengers. alternative. while Tony is dealing with aliens, Pepper has another problem. 

Rewind: after Afghanistan. Tony finds the old footage and watches it with Pepper.

Breakdown: after Afghanistan. Pepper is having a rough day.

Divergence: after Afghanistan. Pepper helps Tony.

What Happens in the Riviera Stays in the Riviera: after Afghanistan. Tony and Pepper are going on vacation.

You're a hot mess, Tony Stark: after Afghanistan. Tony continues to act as before. i think it's unfinished.

The Little Things: after Afghanistan. it has great stories in it.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

2 A.M.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

PROMPTS: 48. I called you at 2am because I need you. 50. I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand 

Requested by @wonderlandmind4​

So, I’m not going to include #1, because I already did that prompt in another story. 

The Avengers are at the Tower for plot reasons. And just because I wanted it that way. Deal with it LOL. 

Bucky rubbed his eyes awake as FRIDAY announced that he was receiving an incoming phone call. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and it read 2AM.

“Accept,” he muttered huskily to the AI.

“Wait, FRIDAY, no, no, no!” The call immediately came in.

“Hello?” Bucky asked with confusion.

He expected it to be Steve, who was on a mission with the entire team. It left Bucky as the sole “superhero” left in the tower. But he didn’t see himself as such. Bucky was crashing at the high-rise because he really had no place else to go. And he knew Steve would be disappointed if Bucky didn’t take him up on the offer.

“Bucky, hi.” A female voice said.

He squinted and then put it together. “Y/N, is that you?”

Y/N was Happy’s niece. Tony and Pepper were basically her aunt and uncle without being related. She lived in the city, and therefore was around the tower a lot. Pepper was constantly inviting her over for dinner. Sometimes she’d do her laundry there. If Tony ever had a party, she was invited. The rest of the team had befriended her. 

But Bucky...Bucky kept his distance – just like he kept his distance from basically everyone.

However, that didn’t mean he didn’t take notice of Y/N.

It was ridiculous how long it took him to realize that his eyes seemed to always be searching for her when she was around. He watched her at parties, always dressed in a fancy dress with her makeup a little heavier than usual. He would steal glances at her when she was in the gym. Apparently she didn’t want to pay for one herself, but there wasn’t a gym nicer than the one at the tower.

But just because Bucky noticed Y/N didn’t mean he talked to her. 

Bucky thought the world hated him. Once all of Hydra and SHIELD’s secrets were leaked, everyone knew exactly what he had done.

The Winter Soldier wasn’t someone people wanted to be friends with.

“Hi, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to call you. No, I told FRIDAY not to call you,” she was talking really quickly – obviously, stressed – and yet quietly, like she was scared someone might hear her.

Bucky sat up straighter, fully awake and now on alert. “Everything OK?”

“Yeah. Well, I mean, not really. I’m sure it’s fine. I’m probably being crazy,” her words were coming out faster and faster.

“Y/N, take a breath,” Bucky demanded.

She must’ve done as she was told because there was 5 seconds of silence.

“What’s going on?” He asked then.

“It might just be the storm…” Bucky looked outside his window at the lightning and heavy downpour. “But I swore I heard someone trying to get into my apartment. There’ve been two robberies in my building the last 2 months.”

Bucky already knew about that. He overheard Y/N telling Pepper, Tony, and Happy about it in the kitchen. She seemed pretty shaken up about it. One of her neighbors had to go to the hospital because the robbers timed it wrong and ended attacking the poor man in a panic.

Tony and Happy weren’t happy about Y/N living in what appeared to be an unsafe building. They both tried to convince her to move into the tower. When she refused, pointing out how ridiculous the idea was, Tony told her he’d just buy her a place that had a doorman and high-level security. Y/N refused that too.

It was the first time Bucky had ever agreed with anything Tony said.

“Can you hear anything now?” Bucky asked, taking Y/N’s concerns and fear very seriously.

“No. It’s hard to hear anything with the rain and thunder outside,” Y/N whispered.

Then she sighed.

“Listen, Bucky, I’m really sorry for waking you up. Pepper and Happy are in Germany for a Stark meeting. I was just trying to reach Tony…”

“Everyone’s out on an assignment right now,” Bucky explained. “I’m the only one here.”

“Oh…” Y/N said lamely.

Bucky could tell she did really feel bad, and was growing more and more embarrassed. “And you don’t have to apologize.”

“I’m just being a total spaz right now and–“ She stopped abruptly.

“Y/N?”

“I definitely just heard something,” she whispered as quietly as possible.

“Y/N, I need you to give me your address,” Bucky instructed calmly.

There was no answer.

“Y/N,” his tone more gentle this time, “you gotta give me your address.”

He was already moving around his room, grabbing necessary clothing. He moved with purpose, not even thinking about what he needed to grab.

Bucky listened as Y/N rattled off her address and apartment number.

He was grateful that her apartment was only a 10 minute drive from the tower.

“I’m on my way. Stay on the phone with me,” Bucky sounded like he did was he was on comms during a mission. Not that he’d done that recently.

“O-Okay,” Y/N stuttered in a whisper.

For a second, Bucky thought maybe he should talk to her, try to keep her calm, or make sure she knew she wasn’t alone. He’d be there soon.

But it was obvious that she was staying quiet so she could listen to any possible intruder.

Just when Bucky was two blocks away from her place, the line went dead.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath.

He slammed his breaks just outsider her building, not bothering to turn off the car or try to park it.

Bucky would’ve shoved his way through the front door of the building with his metal arm and shoulder, but the lock had already been broken.

Now Bucky was more concerned.

He was quick and stealth as he went up the stairs to Y/N’s floor. He pulled out the gun from the back of his waistband.

With one floor left to go, Bucky suddenly heard footsteps running on the floor above him – Y/N’s floor. The footsteps were running toward the opposite side of the building that Bucky was on. Which meant they probably knew someone was on their way up and they were escaping through the emergency stairs on the other side.

For a moment, Bucky considered running after them. He knew he could catch them. They didn’t stand a chance.

But Y/N was now at the forefront of his mind.

He quickly made it to her apartment.

The door was closed, but he could tell from the scratches on the lock and handle that someone had been trying to break their way in discreetly.

Bucky took in a deep breath and knocked.

“Y/N? It’s Bucky. Can you let me in?”

There was no answer. He waited a few minutes and listened for any movements from inside the apartment.

Nothing. 

“Doll… I’m coming in, alright?”

With a quick twist of his metal hand on the doorknob, he was able to crush it to pieces. It should’ve been harder to do, but the building was clearly as old as Bucky and not kept up to code.

Bucky promptly put his gun back in his waistband, not wanting to alarm Y/N with just the mere sight of a firearm.

“Y/N?” He called out to the empty apartment. “It’s just me.”

But he knew where she would be. It was the most common place for people to hide in case of an emergency.

Bucky made his steps quiet, but noticeable, so Y/N knew exactly where he was in the apartment.

He made his way to her bedroom and stopped in front of her closet.

He knew that she knew he was there. He could hear her soft breathing that was still anxious and terrified.

Ever so carefully, he opened her closet door.

Inside Y/N was tucked in the corner, knees to her chest, with a kitchen knife in one hand and her dead cellphone in the other.

Bucky looked at her with only sympathy. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt as scared as Y/N looked. Fear had been beaten out of him long ago.

He kneeled down, his forearms balancing on his knees.

“Mind if I come in?” He asked casually.

She shrugged.

Somehow the giant super soldier managed to fit into the closet, making it feel even smaller than it already did.

“For the record… you aren’t crazy. There was definitely someone trying to get into your apartment.” Then he took in a deep breath, realizing he probably wasn’t making her feel any safer. “But they’re long gone.”

When he glanced down at Y/N, she just nodded in acknowledgment.

Bucky wished he was better with words. He used to be. Words used to be his specialty. But he’d isolated himself from everyone. Before that, he was a brainwashed assassin without a mind of its own. Bucky was out of practice.

Bucky slowed reached over to the hand closest to him, the one holding the knife. Gently, he took it out of her grasp and placed it far enough away from them that it wouldn’t accidentally hurt anyone.

Then he took her hand in his, gripping in tight enough to show her comfort. His thumb brushed back and forth over the back of her hand.

She squeezed in return, silently thanking him.

The closet was quiet, only filled with Y/N’s shaky breathing.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Bucky finally breathed.

The words surprised him. He had no idea where they’d come from.

But they seemed to finally calm Y/N down.

“Why don’t you pack a few things, so you can stay at the tower for a few days?”

He half expected her to be stubborn and say she was fine, that he’d have to put up a fight to get her to go back home with him.

But Y/N just nodded numbly.

He nodded back and got up first so he could help her back onto her feet.

When he started to leave her bedroom to give her some privacy, she jumped forward.

“W-Where are you going?”

Bucky quickly turned around. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to be in the living room. I’m calling the police. Between your door and building’s front door, there’s enough evidence to prove that someone was trying to rob the building again.”

Y/N blinked at the him saying “again,” proving that he knew this had happened in her building recently.

She didn’t think Bucky ever paid her any attention. She was never offended by it. But he had just proved that he knew paid closer attention to her than she could’ve ever realized. 

20 minutes later, there was a knock at Y/N’s front door.

Bucky quickly answered to find two cops standing outside.

He answered all their questions, hoping he did a good enough job that they wouldn’t really need to talk to Y/N all that much.

“You live here?” One of them finally asked, realizing that his name wasn’t on the lease.

“No,” Bucky answered.

“It’s your girlfriend’s place?” They followed up.

“Uhhh…no. No, Y/N’s just a friend.” He felt awkward as he answered, but the cops didn’t seemed fazed by it.

Y/N finally came out of her room with a duffle bag.

The cops started asking her questions. Bucky stood guard, making sure they didn’t push her too hard or ask things the wrong way.

After seeing how shook up she was, he felt like he’d instantly turned into her personal body guard.

“Your landlord already called a locksmith to fix your door. He should be here in a few minutes. But you should take any valuables with you just to be safe.”

Y/N nodded.

When the cops turned to talk amongst each other and with the landlord, Y/N turned to Bucky.

“Can we go now?” She asked him meekly.

It was the first time she’d talked directly to him since he got there.

“Yeah, doll, we can go.” He ushered her out and, on instinct alone, put himself between her and the cops as they walked out.

Y/N was quiet on the drive back to the Tower.

Bucky had already texted Happy and Tony about what had happened. He assumed the whole team would know soon enough.

When they were in the lobby of the residential floor, Bucky shifted his weight awkwardly. He didn’t want to leave her yet.

This was the first time they’d ever been alone together and Bucky didn’t think he could go back to keeping his distance again.

“Uhh…Do you want me to show you where the guest suites are?” He asked as he scratched the back of his neck. But he knew that she knew.

She gave him a small, forced smirk. “No, I know where they are.”

He nodded.

“Hey, Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you want to just stay up and watch a movie or something? I don’t–I don’t think I can go to sleep any time soon?”

“Of course. I mean, yeah.” Bucky responded immediately.

“Let me just change into some sweats I packed. I’ll meet you in the TV room?”

“Y-Yeah. Sounds good.”

A few minutes later, Y/N joined him on the couch.

She asked him what he wanted to watch.

“Umm…I don’t-there aren’t a lot of movies that I’ve seen,” Bucky finally told her when she kept trying to figure out what he’d like. “Haven���t really tried to catch up on the whole pop culture thing like Steve has.”

“Oh…” Y/N muttered, realizing the mistake she made.

“Put on whatever you want. Really. I’m sure I’ll like it.”

Y/N clicked a few buttons and a quirky song started playing along with someone writing in a notebook.

“Almost Famous,” Y/N explained. “It’s one of my favorites. Always puts me in a good mood, no matter how terrible I feel. And this way, you’ll be able to get a crash course on the best bands ever.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at that.

The opening credits weren’t even over before Bucky felt Y/N looking over at him.

He turned to her.

“Thank you for…saving me tonight,” she told him slowly.

Her words were sincere, her eyes even more so.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N.”

“Figured you’d say that.” Then she seemed to be trying to work up the courage to say something else. “I’m…umm…I’m glad it was you.”

Bucky blinked at her small confession.

“Me too,” he finally agreed.

And then they both turned their attention back to the movie.

Halfway through, Bucky felt a weight fall onto his shoulder.

Y/N had fallen asleep, her body choosing Bucky as its pillow.

A soft and shy grin grew on his lips from the feeling and the sight of it.

Very carefully, he maneuvered her body so he could lift his arm around her and make it less uncomfortable for her.

She didn’t wake from the movement, only sighed and shifted a bit.

It wasn’t long after that Bucky fell asleep too.

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“Sam, I told you to leave ‘em alone,” Steve called out in a hushed tone.

“Not until I document this…”

Then Bucky felt the flash of a camera. His eyes snapped open to find Sam looking guilty with his phone pointed at Bucky and Y/N, who was still fast asleep.

“You have two seconds to get that phone out of my face,” Bucky warned in a growl.

He would’ve jumped up and snatched it himself, but he didn’t want to risk waking Y/N.

Sam winced and instantly fled.

Bucky glanced over at Steve, who gave him an apologetic look.

“Tony told us what happened. She OK?” He whispered.

Bucky shrugged. “She’s a little shaken, but I think she’ll be fine.”

“Well…at least you finally talked to her. Though I wish it didn’t have to be a break-in for it to happen.”

Bucky played the ignorant card. “What do you mean?”

Steve narrowed his eyes as if to say, ‘Don’t even try.’ “Bucky, give me some credit. I’m your best friend. No matter how discrete you are, I know when you have a crush.”

Bucky blushed and the looked down at Y/N.

What neither of the super soldiers knew was that Y/N heard Steve’s confession too. And she wasn’t about to let Bucky go back to ignoring her.

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