#tony x brad

[peterparkerslefttesticle]

Fuck or Die

a peter parker sex pollen fic

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: peter comes into contact with sex pollen and his best friend wants to take away the pain

NO MINORS!!!!

not edited

“stay the fuck away from me. please,”

it had been a week since you’d seen your best friend, peter. he’d been away on a mission, along with a few other avengers.

being the baby of the team, you definitely weren’t told everything. or anything really, if it didn’t directly affect you.

“just tell me what is going on!” you screamed at the quarantined boy, voice muffled through the thick glass.

peter was crying at this point, an all consuming burn firing through his veins, predominately the veins down low.

“sweetheart come with me. your not helping by screaming at him,” tony tried peeling you from the hall, but you stood your ground

“why does no one tell me what’s happening? when are you guys going to stop treating me like a baby, i’m 18 for fucks sake!” now peter wasn’t the only one crying.

out of the corner of your cloudy vision you could see his form cowering in the corner, convulsing almost.

“please! he’s my best friend. i deserve to know what’s going on!”

“it’s not about us keeping information from you. it’s just that this is… sensitive.” stark’s brow wrinkled, stress emanating from his form.

this time when he pulled you away, tou didn’t fight.

sensitive?

what could possibly be sensitive enough that you can’t know why your best friend looks like he’s about to die???

once in the lab, you and the iron man sit down.

“look kid, something happened on our mission,”

“yeah no shit,” if looks could kill, stark would’ve murdered you months ago. but probably gotten wanda to resurrect you so his steely gaze could kill you again now.

“i’m serious. parker was doing recon in one of fisk’s bases while we fought his men outside. he found a thing… some sort of explosive gas. when he picked one up for closer inspection it erupted.” tony looked apprehensive, almost waiting for an eruption of his own.

“ok. i’m just gonna say it. sex pollen. it was sex pollen. there’s no way around it. peter exploded a sex pollen bomb.”

the way your jaw unhinged looked inhumane. “WHAT?” you gaped. “like, that weird shit from fanfiction? like the weird shit that makes someone fuck or die? are we in the fucking omega verse right now???”

“i’m going to pretend i know what the omega verse is,” the man clears his throat, “but uh, kind of? he won’t die, but unless he… y’know.. he’ll just kind of be in an unimaginable state of pain for the next,” he checks his watch, “22 hours.”

it took a minute to process the aforementioned information. peter had been affected by sex pollen? you guessed that explained his need to be away from you. but imagining your poor peter in pain for almost another day?

“so why aren’t you doing anything? wait that came out wrong.”

this was probably the most awkard conversation you’d had with tony, even after he caught you “making out” with brad in senior year.

“i meant to say, what’s being done to help him? surely there’s something. i know it’ll pass but fuck, i can’t live with myself knowing pete’s in that room hurting.” you felt a pit of guilt lounging in your gut.

wait it was guilt right? why does your guilt feel like it’s… lower… than it should be.

were you seriously fucking TURNED ON from thinking about your best friend being so horny that it hurts? well, if you worded it like that, yeah.

“we offered him… services. not from us obviously. like, paid services. or anything he wants. but he refused. something about ‘respecting women’ yada yada yada.” stark jests, but you can see the fatherly worry seeping out.

with out another thought, you leave tony in the lab and spring back to parker’s quarantine unit.

“pete you need to accept help! look at yourself” he was worse for wear, even since you saw him 10 minutes ago

his suit was half off his body, which was dripping with sweat. and as much as you tried to ignore it, a large bulge had appeared through the fabric.

he could barely meet your eyes, his own bloodshot, hair matted to his forehead.

“you know i can’t. i can’t control my strength like this. i could hurt someone.” the spider cried out

“not me,” your eyes finally lock. “you can’t hurt me. you know that. we’ve trained together. i’m stronger than you.”

your powers may have made your life a living nightmare, but the strength was definitely a plus. you had sparred countless times, and not once had he hurt you. or beat you for that matter.

“i- i can’t” his voice broke as his body convulsed once more, ungloved hands going to cover his dick.

“if you want to, you can. I’m here pete. I don’t want to see you like this. And i don’t want you to worry about all your moral shit. your not taking advantage of me. your not going to hurt me. i want this. i want to help you, if that’s what you want.”

silence. a few beats go by, before a small “please” meets your ears.

in a blink of an eye you slide your hand over the sensor, unlocking the door to his cell.

your heart broke to a million pieces seeing the broken boy. if you didn’t know better you would have assumed he was succumbing to a deathly injury.

“curtains. there’s curtains.” he gestures to blue hospital curtains that have the potential to cover the glass wall between them and the hall way.

as you pull the curtain, the last thing you see is a worried/disgusted/embarrassed tony. poor guy. knowing his ‘son’ and new recruit were about to get it on.

“FRIDAY, lock down and sound proof the floor once i get in the elevator.” tony yelled, mumbling something about ‘for the good of mankind’.

you drop to your knees next to peters warm frame. the restraint he used to not fuck you right there looked painful.

“If you want this, I want this. I would do anything for you spidey. even if it means fucking my best friend into oblivion,” you say to him, a strained chuckle leaving his chest.

“i won’t be able to stop. i would rather go through this a hundred times then hurt you or screw up our friendship.”

“you won’t. i can handle it. please fuck me pete.”

he turns to a rabid animal with the speed he meshes your lips. the carnal devouring of your face dials up your arousal, and he can smell it.

“wow. you’re fucking sick. getting turned on by your best friend in pain,” he mumbled into your neck, trailing teeth and tongue down your décolletage.

you couldn’t even form a response, to focused on the way his bear chest felt under your fingers, and the way his boner grinded into your crotch.

practised hands pop open the buttons of your shirt, and i clasp the bra you donned. thank god you wore a nice one today.

“mmm pretty bra. planning on fucking brad later?” the boy teased.

“only you. always you.” you grinded harder onto his cock, frustrated at the layers separating you.

“fuck i’ve always dreamt of fucking you. fucking you so good. so so good” a piercing cry leaves your lips as he bites your nipple, kissing it better after.

his tongue was magic, working its way all over your chest. he groped and grasped your breast, alternating one in his mouth, one in his mouth.

even with all his talk, you could see his facade fading.

“peter just fuck me. i know you need it.”

“but what about yo-“

“pete i’m soaked. i’m fine. i just want to make you feel better.” with this, he lets you take charge. he (attempts) to rip his suit off while you pull down your sweats, and eventually a lacy pair of panties.

a guttural groan leaves his lips when he sees the glistening mound before him, he goes to put his mouth forward, but you stop him, kneeling over his lap despite his whine.

“i told you. this is about you. making you feel better.” you laughed at his pathetic attempt at removing the sweat soaked suit.

you pull it down just enough to reveal his angry member. it was thicker than you were used to, longer as well, and a small wave of fear rolled through your stomach.

his dick was red, twitching and leaking. you could practically feel his pain just by looking at it.

he hissed when you slid him up your slit, soaking it with your juices.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered as he slammed your hips down onto him. the scream you let out would definitely surpass stark’s soundproofing.

tears stream down his face at the relief of your silk pussy embarrassing his dick. but he didn’t have long to revel in the comfort. he continued to slam into you with a brutal pace. the erotic wet sounds were enough to put porn to shame.

both of your faces contorted with the pleasure.

“fuck spider you’re fucking me so good. i wanna make you come. want your cum to fill my pussy so good.” his pace was so bruising that his groin pounded into your clit with every thrust.

you couldn’t warn him of the imminent coil about to burst as you gushed around his erection. no noise came out of your mouth except for the unholy moans and expletives.

something you never expected about pete, was his vocalness in bed. god, you would be imagining his noises for weeks to come, hand between your legs.

he was louder than you, which you didn’t think possible, though none of it was legible. his broken words were drowned out by his heavenly moans. with every thrust there came a new ‘ugh’, ‘ngugh’, and ‘fuhhh’.

and god did it get you going.

just listening to his groans had you verging on another orgasm. and he wasn’t too far behind.

peter kept repeating the words “soon” and “close”.

“god pete your so hot. so good to me. fucking me so good. please come baby. i want your cum to fill me up so good. need it baby. need your cum.” you slammed your hips down to meet his every movement, chasing the fast approaching high.

“i’m coming. coming. gonna come,” and with the most dirty, unholy, erotic noise ever made before, peter came.

you could feel the warm seed filling your cunt as you reached your peak, fucking his cum deeper into your cavity.

peter collapsed almost immediately, chest heaving as he sprawled onto the cold foor. you followed in suit, falling flat onto his chest, dick still sheathed inside.

it was deadly silent for at least 5 minutes, and you were sure he had fallen asleep until you head him say “i didn’t hurt you did i?” he lifted your body up, allowing his softened member to leave your body.

“i told you i could handle it, and i did.” you looked up to meet his tired eyes “you didn’t hurt me pete. and even if you had it would have been worth it. how are you feeling now?”

you brushed some hair out of his face, his soft breath brushing against yours. “god i feel so much better. i’m forever indebted to you. that hurt like a bitch.” he chuckled and closed his eyes. “seriously though, thank you. i don’t know what i did to deserve a friend like you.” he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, both of you choosing to ignore the bear skin and leaking fluids pouring you of your pussy.

he whined when you got up, and for a second you thought he would pull you back down. you entered the joined bathroom to get towels.

with gentle hands you soaked up the sticky substances residing over parker’s stomach “i think you’re gonna need this dry cleaned.” you mention, staring at the very stained suit.

he jerked when you gently wiped his cock, but relaxed into your touch nonetheless.

“i think we permanently traumatised mr stark,” peter chortled as he pulled your now clean body into the folding cot that lay in the room.

you giggled with him “yeah, i’m pretty sure even with the soundproofing the entire tower could hear you.” you smirked

the boy turned beet red, and nestled his face into yours, “hey! it wasn’t just me!”

the two of you spent the rest of the night on the small bed, neither with the strength to leave the room.

peter fell asleep first, but you stayed up a little to ponder the future of your friendship after today. however confused you may be, one thing was definitely sure.

there was no way you weren’t fucking peter parker again

[lokisgoodgirl]

Distractions [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You suck Loki's fingers during movie night with entirely predictable results. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Avenger!Loki x Female Reader. Finger-sucking. Smut. Chino-besmirchment. Language. 'SEVEN' movie references. (w/c 1.6k)

You flinch as Brad Pitt recoils from the body on the bed in disgust. Scott hollers in the corner, sending popcorn and assorted snacks nestled between he and Sam flying. “Wooooah-” Scott cries. Sam's face is aghast as he tries and fails to scramble the chocolates. “Dude, what...these are new chinos. Pale stone, man. Pale...stone.” Scott’s hands crest at his nose. “Did you see that guy on the bed? Ho-boy, that’s gross. So gross. Rewind it.”

“Fan-tastic,” Sam says dryly, yanking the depleted bowl to his side. He clutches it in one hand, searching for stray chocolate buttons concealed beneath his thighs with the other. Tony snaps the leg panel of his recliner down, bracing at the sides. “Zip it or you’re barred. I have managerial rights.” “C’mon man, you saw what he did to my snacks - to my chinos.” Tony raises a silencing finger to Sam, moving it slowly to Scott. They both shrink into the sofa. "You know you're out of line when the lovebirds are better behaved that you are - and one of them is Loki." Loki’s mouth moves to your ear in the midst of the bickering, his breath making your scalp tingle. “It still amuses me that these picture reels affect you so. So easily unnerved.” “I’m not affected,” you mumble against his t-shirt. Loki’s low chuckle jostles your head. You prop your chin on his chest, staring up at the taut underside of his jaw. His eyes are bright and reflecting the screen stretched across the wall of the common room. “Yes you are,” he whispers in a frequency it feels like only you can hear. “It would be unreasonable for you to be as stoic as a god, darling. Very difficult to affect us to the same extent, you see.” “Is that right?” “Mmm,” Loki hums as he focuses on Morgan Freeman doing something clever. “My concentration is impeccable. Always has been.” You snort against his t-shirt. Minutes pass and peace is restored to the Stark cinema. You reach for Loki’s hand, intertwining the fingers. He gives it a squeeze, kissing the top of your head with his eyes trained on the screen. “Quiet,” Tony snips. A puff of air escapes against your hair. Loki squeezes your hand again and you press a kiss into his stomach, sucking the cotton between your teeth. The hard heat of his muscle clenches as your teeth graze the curve of a pectoral, blowing a blast of heat through the fabric. A strained exhale escapes Loki’s nostrils. “Careful, darling,” he murmurs. Silently, you shift the back of his hand to your lips. It's huge. Your dainty fingers get lost in the flickering shadows from the screen beneath the perfect pale of his long digits. His abdomen tightens against your cheek; hips shifting beneath you. After pausing a few moments...just to make him sweat, you press your lips against his skin. The unlikely pair on-screen move and talk, but you’re not really listening. It’s Loki’s gentle breaths you’re listening to, the ones drawn with such utmost precision that they’re anything but natural. Your lips move along the back of his hand, kissing the way you used to practice when you were a kid. “Mmgh,” he groans quietly, widening his thighs. Without looking you can tell Tony is glaring. “Apologies,” Loki says. “Cramp.”

Your tongue covertly traces the line of Loki’s finger from his second knuckle to the tip, catching it between your lips. A violent shudder wrenches his thighs and his effort to remain casual is astonishingly evident in the tighten of every muscle touching your body. His finger balances on the flat of your tongue and Loki’s holds his breath. After a pause, you slide it to the back of your tongue, fastening your lips to the base of his finger. “Norns,” he breaths, clearing his throat. It times perfectly with a jump-scare on screen. His free hand is curled to the arm-rest, perfectly manicured nails turning white as he digs them into the upholstery. You began to suck.

A growl rumbles his chest and the desperation to seem un-phased makes heat pool in your belly. You shift your hips, wetness sliding in your underwear. Loki’s cock is hardening furiously against his thigh, the drape of your hand, swelling against the tight jeans he insists on wearing. Sucking firmly, you drag your mouth down his finger, lingering on the tip and swirling your tongue. When you do that to his cock, just right, he cums down your throat with a whimpering stutter of your name. “I can’t do this anymore,” Loki mutters. Suddenly the world is upended and you’re tossed against the cushions on the opposite side of the sofa. Loki’s on his feet, one hand on his hips and the other pointed at the screen. It glistens with your saliva. Tony slams the feet of his recliner down. “Laufeyson for Christssakes will you pee before the movie? How many times.” “This man is an insufferable buffoon,” Loki says as he gestures at Morgan Freeman. “It’s clear the villain they seek is among them: the man with the vaguely attractive face who’s eating constantly.” Scott covers his ears while Sam leans forward. “Yo, man...spoilers,” he warns, raising an eyebrow. Loki lowers his head, shaking it with a smirk. Dark curls fall around his face and the pulse in his neck races in the half-light. “Fools. Come, darling. We shan’t waste your depleting lifespan on this nonsense.” Loki grabs your hand and yanks you from the sofa, bustling towards the door. “Keep moving,” he orders while a frantic hand runs over your ass and squeezes hard. The door barely clicks shut before Loki descends like a storm; hands and lips and dark sighs smothering you against the wall. “You dare to tease me thus?” He pants between the words, wet lips parted and eyes heavy. “I didn’t think you’d be affected, you say as Loki’s eyes glint. “I thought your concentration was impeccable.” He steps between your legs and the flat of his thigh pressed up against your clit. You gasp. “Even a god can be undone by simulated oral pleasure on his extremities, darling." You bat your lashes, biting your lip. “I won’t tell Hydra, I promise.” Loki growls again as he trails his knuckles over your breasts; his black hair and t-shirt and jeans melting into the darkness of the unlit corridor. The hand snakes down your thigh, working under the loose hem of your skirt. “Loki,” you say, eyes darting to the cinema-room door at the other side of the corridor. “Shhh…” Loki buries himself in your neck, sucking against your pulse. There’s a girlish scream from inside the room as another body is discovered. Your fingers fumble with Loki’s jean buttons, a desperate sigh of relief clouding the air as his cock springs free. “You’re impossible,” he says as he pulls the gusset of your panties to the side. “You’re impossible.” “Well, yes,” he says with a conspiratorial smile before hoisting your legs around his waist and sinking you greedily onto his length. The tug of his cock squeezing inside you hits with new fire as his hand covers your mouth. The finger you sucked is still wet and you pant against his palm. His eyes are bottomless in the gloom; the slight tremble of his brows and the part of his lips as he fucks you against the wall making you melt against him. Every slow roll of his hips erupts a quiet moan between his fingers. His breathy pants time with your own as he gets off on your pleasure like he always does. Your fingers claw at the V of his t-shirt, bunching it in a fist with a mewl of his name. “Teasing a god rarely ends without mischief, love,” he murmurs in the dark. Loki’s skin is flawless in the weak light leaking beneath the door to the cinema room. “You’d do well to remember that as we continue this…” He thrusts with calculate precision. “Venture.” You moan against his hand, eyes screwing shut as the coil tightens deep inside you. He loosens the pressure of his palm, a finger nudging at your lips. “Go on,” he whispers through heavy exhales. “Suck it as I fuck you. Show me how filthy you are for me.”

You let it slide against your tongue, sucking the digit over the flat with every rise of his hips. Legs tightening around him, Loki bites his lip as he looks down at your head falling back against the wall with unbridled approval. “You like it,” he moans with a whiff of condescension. “Perhaps I can summon a duplicate of myself for you to pleasure while I take you another way; would you like that?” The thought has blood thumping in your ears and the twisting pressure tightening in your core reaches critical levels. You whine, sucking Loki’s finger frantically as his eyes glaze with lust and his teeth clench. “F-fuck,” he chokes, stiffening against you. His forehead presses to yours, a guttural sigh shaking from his chest. Breath mists against your lips and you can feel the swell of his hot cum leak from your slit as he shuffles, milking the last of his pleasure – and yours. Your nails dig into the meat of his shoulders as you cum with a strangled whimper, dragging against the cotton. Loki’s thrusts slow, his kisses working into the angle of your jaw and the thud of your pulse. “You were wrong,” you sigh as he lowers your feet to the floor. “Excuse me?” “About the killer. It’s not Brad Pitt.” Loki’s brow scrunches as trembling fingers pull at his zip. “How can that be?” You shrug mysteriously, buttoning his jeans with a pat of his softening bulge. “Shall we go back in?”

Loki’s eyes narrow and he curls a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “Alright. But no distractions.” “I promise,” you lie, and a wicked smile plays on Loki’s lips.

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[romanoffsbish]

A Whiskey Lullaby (A Cruel Life)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Heavily Inspired by:

Warnings: Neglect (All Kinds) | Alcoholic Nat | Sick R | Death (Romeo & Juliet, but make it sapphic - Cancer / Suicide) | NonCannon IW/EG Allusions | Happy Ending (all Things Considered) | WC: 1,604

You were tired. You always were now that you knew you were dying. The doctor said at least a year but they were too enthused; lying to you, because it was only two months since then and you knew very well that the day you die is here.

And now — You wanted to talk to your wife, to get to maybe share one more dance beneath the stars but she wasn't available. She hadn't been for awhile, before you stopped running from your fate. The drinking started a month before, the lying and constant evasion came next. Natasha was mad at you, and you were dying. Dying to know why, dying to hear her say I love you one last time, but, she was dying to strangle you, to take you before the cancer.

——

Dying to know why, and as she laid on the couch with a puddle of beer staining the carpet you told her, "There's never a right time to say goodbye my dear, and I hope you'll forgive me in due time for leaving you this way." Forgive you for what? She'll never know because she was too drunk to hear you verbalize what she already knew was in your heart (and lungs).

Cancer took you and the world mourned first.

Natasha woke up to the deafening silence. Not even the birds were singing. The dead leaves not falling, and you weren't answering her pleas. Natasha crumbled to her knees beside the bed. Her guilt laced grief rattling through the cracks in the walls she'd recklessly built.

The bright leaves fell then. As did your limp hand from hers when she felt the chilled skin.

The redhead stumbled from your room and sent Yelena a text, "Izvini." (Sorry). Then she returned with a poisoned bottle of whiskey.

Natasha failed to love you like she solemnly promised (vowed). She let grief consume her. The waste of time drinking started the moment that she knew you were leaving her behind. It wasn't the actuality—the cruel world taking you—nope, it was you, breaking a sacred promise.

To stay with her til the end, hers; not yours.

How could you take her lifeline away? Then actually expect her to breathe right some day?

Natasha wouldn't give you that satisfaction.

You neglected yourself for the sake of her for years. Not complaining of pain when she was met with financial problems after Tony died and his estate froze the Avengers funds until they could unveil his final will and testament.

During the blip she was running out of money every time she thought she stood a chance at bringing you back; you, who was already sick.

A daughter lost her father, a wife her husband. Millions were brought back from extinction, surely it counted for something, but what did all of the sacrifice mean if she lost you too?

Her mind plays a loop of every time you'd coughed while you were on the run with her. Never near a hospital long enough to tell her that something was wrong, because you would never risk losing her to Ross as you got cured.

She would have turned herself in to Tony for him to swear to it you were covered. The man loved you enough to put differences aside, and Ross wasn't stupid enough to let you die.

Natasha would have survived because she would have gotten you back eventually. She was well known for her ability to make herself disappear and return when the time is right.

Timing was always tough for you two. Like when you missed the first date because you saw someone in need and tended to them instead.

You felt peace for a glorious few seconds.

Then once you realized you blew the redhead off you ran around the city on a mission. It started with you getting wine, then a pizza and ended with you pleading with the owner of the flower shop to unlock the door, and then once more pleading with a fist at Nat's front door.

You knocked, and knocked until she opened. You handed her the smushed up tulips in a rash wave of anxiety and she spluttered the petals from her lips and stared at you blankly. Green eyes holding a grudge against her perfect match, a foolish wager to take a chance on.

Natasha's anger nearly blew it, but you beat her with your rushed words: "I'm sorry for missing our date Natasha. I love pasta, and you too."

Natasha's eyes widened and you shrugged with a playful smile. "Surprise if you didn't already know! It was unrequited love in the start babe," you reminded her and she pouted. You flashed her an even dreamier smile, "But it worked out in the end," and teased her with a smug wink.

"It did, didn't it?" Natasha smiled and planned to kiss you breathless, to seal the deal of your hearts greatest desires. Then you ruined it.

Well, at least partially... Halting her game.

"I don't actually apologize though, because I couldn't leave that little boy crying beneath the dimmed streetlights of a ruthless city. He clung to me before I even saw him, so I put on my hero cap and helped him to find his mother."

Natasha's dagger eyes twisted into hearts.

"After four blocks of searching I heard her calling for Dylan, the little stinker lifted his head and cried. His mother was on me in an instant and only refrained from punching me when she saw I was an Avenger. If it were me I still would've swung. But she didn't. Only took a photo then thanked me in a rush to fame."

Natasha watched you in amusement as your face revealed your thoughts first, you scoffed humorously at that, it was just peculiar to you because: "If you share that story, all you are saying is 'I'm the mom who lost sight of my toddler in the streets of a devious New York.'"

You went to catch your breath, but the redhead needed you to stop blabbing, so she pulled you into a kiss that took your next to last breath.

Then she had to go and silence you to never have to face the ramifications of the true last breath. It left your lips while she slept in torment, her dreams were always cruel now.

As she took the last sip she sighed, because at this time she'd be escaping the wake up call.

Natasha shed a relieved tear, her dulled eyes closed and the empty bottle in her hand slipped onto the ground and shattered. The birds cried and the trees stood barren. The sun that just rose eventually set. Your lifeless bodies connected like lovers unlike they'd been prior.

That doomed night, the angels and birds sang in a practiced symphony; a whiskey lullaby.

The world lost two more heroes in the aftermath. Everyone mourned, Yelena buried you both beneath the willows, and cried as she yelled at you two for being so selfish. Laura clung to the blonde because now she was down a husband and sisters, by blood and marriage.

Yelena gave into the reality that this was all the family she had left. Losing the same sisters left them bonded now, in a morbidly unfair way.

It was frivolous really, to grieve the loss instead of celebrate the conquered life. They cry out; but to a void, neither of you could hear the mourning; eternally booked and busy.

Too busy rejoicing in your afterlives together.

Natasha got a second chance at loving you.

She'd found you in a field, out of breath from all the racing to get to you, but also because you were glowing brighter than ever before. Wearing a vivacious smile and looking pretty.

Much like when she found you earth-side she crumbed to her knees, sobbing. But this time her tears were a mix of bitter joy. You quickly shushed her though, and pulled her to her feet and right into a deep, meaningful kiss. It was free of sin, but the deviants would get off to it in a porno because they'd feel the authenticity.

The love was palpable and renewed. She cried into your mouth but you continued smiling.

"I'm sorry," Natasha whispered into the warm skin of your neck. Not like blood pumping beneath skin, but more so a sensational bliss. "I ruined our happy ever after moya lyubov'."

"Don't be sorry Natasha," you refuted her while spinning her around by your grip on her hips. Forcing her to see the dreams you shared in front of her. Day flashed to night and you spun her around beneath the light of the moon.

When you finally stopped spinning her she fell into your arms in a graceless way she detested. Her brows furrowed once again but you kissed her lips and devilishly distracted her mind. Pulling away you gasped, then smiled so soft that she finally deemed this moment reality.

You were her angel always, but you were finally free of the cruel restraints of a limited world. Natasha jumped and you caught her, she wrapped her arms around your neck, her legs mirroring them around your waist. You pecked her lips then said: "We lived that life full of regrets, always forgiving, but unable to forget. Let's save the now for absolution, we're free."

"In paradise baby," Natasha cheered and the sun set. Then it rose without conditions, and you lived out your dreams with your lover.

Eternity was kind to you, oh the places your love could've gone if only life had been too.

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Heartbreaking Angst | Not Even a Happy Life so Why Would the End be Any Different? | Exactly | Just Kidding Babe | The end is for making amends 💕

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Rainy days

Will I edit this now that I’m posting it here? NOPE

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Word Count: Hmmm I don't even remember when I wrote this

Notes: Man we aint gon talk about when I'm posting this

Today was a shit day. Brad from accounting spilled his coffee on your brand new white shirt, your boss called you in to tell you the deadline had been moved up a week and a half, there was no toilet paper in the bathroom and to top it off you’d grabbed the wrong lunch that morning and ended up with a leftover container of plain spaghetti noodles instead of your onigiri you’d make last night.

“This day literally could not get worse. I truly don’t think it could like what could actually happen” You grumbled as you got into your car, slamming the door shut. You pushed the break and hit the button.

Nothing.

You pushed the break and the button again.

Nothing.

Famous last words as they say.

“Are you shitting me!?!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, you kicked your feet and slammed your hands into the steering wheel

“What did I do! What did I possibly do to deserve any of this!” You screamed to no one as you sobbed in your car. Was it a bit dramatic? Yes. Did the sky decide to just open the flood gates at that exact moment? Also Yes.

You stared blankly at the rain, watching it stream down the windows. It was heavy and unforgiving as thunder cracked above you, you looked down at the heels on your feet, your brand new light pink ones. The weatherman said it was supposed to be a sunny fall day. It was supposed to nice and cool and dry. Comfortable even.

You laid your head on the steering wheel and just sat there, listening to the rain fall. If you weren’t so broken it would have been peaceful. You tried the button one more time and it still wouldn’t come on.

You reached blindly for your phone and grabbed it, punching the favorites button and holding it up to your ear.

“Hey Doll, are you on your way home yet?”

You sniffled and shook your head, not that Bucky could see you.

His tone changed quickly to worry “Y/N? Where are you?” You heard his voice a little further away, he was already searching for your location.

“You’re still at work? You got off 20 minutes ago is everything okay?” You can hear him moving around knowing he’s already ready to head out of the door and take out anyone he needs to.

“Can you guys please come pick me up.” Your voice is wobbly and small “My car broke down in the parking lot. I’m okay I’m safe I just need you to come get me.”

“We’re already in the car, we’ll be there in…what seven? Eight minutes?”

You hear Steve’s voice “Like seven”

“Yeah seven minutes okay? Keep the doors locked and stay alert”

You smirked a bit. Your workplace was 15 minutes from the house. 22 ish if the lights were in a mood. “I promise I will, see you soon.”

Steve and Bucky arrived in exactly seven minutes. You heard the tail end of Steve’s conversation as they approached the car, umbrella’s in hand. “Okay we’ll wait… thanks for the lights” Tony was a sweetheart sometimes. Bucky unlocked the doors and opened your side up, he leaned against it as he held an umbrella.

“Your escorts have arrived” he smiles a bit at you. Steve is behind him frowning, you know you look awful right now your makeup ruined your shirt ruined. But it’s not really meaning much now that they’re here. Bucky unbuckles your seatbelt for you and holds open his arms.

“C’mere doll..” his voice is soft as he hugs you to his chest, Steve comes around and squishes you between the two of them.

“You’re okay baby girl we’re here now”

You cry into Bucky’s chest as they hold you, Steve pulls you away and guides you to their car, opening the door for you. Tony had finally taken away Steve’s tiny ass car privileges. He bought him a truck fit for two super soldiers and created an entire course for Steve to practice driving with it. You remember relaxing with Pepper in lawn chairs while sipping on drinks as Tony had a whole aneurysm teaching him to drive. Bucky sat in the tailgate occasionally breaking up fights but sipping on his own drink as well.

Steve got in the truck after you, pulling you into his lap and holding you tightly to his chest, you melted into his ridiculously comfy chest, his large pecks plush and comforting. He chuckled and stroked your hair, kissing your head.

“You warm enough? Do we need to turn on the heat?”

“Trust me I do not need the heat with you furnaces in here”

Bucky started up the truck and turned on his music, something soft, something he’d play often when you couldn’t sleep. You never knew what it was but it was nice, something from another time.

“Tony should be here any minute now and then we can leave” Steve says as he puts his legs up, cradling you against his body. You lay there for a bit, still sniffling against Steve’s chest. He chuckles as he keeps stroking your hair

“Come on beautiful, it’ll be okay.”

It’s quiet for a bit as you all wait, Bucky and Steve making light conversation and you chiming in a couple times but not really saying much. They’re a little worried, they know it was just a bad day but they can’t help it.

Tony arrives 15 minutes later all ready to take your car away and work it over and see what happened. Bucky gets out and handles everything for you. The car gets loaded onto a truck and taken away to his workshop. Tony reassures you from his own car that he’ll send a car for you first thing in the morning and that you’ve been called out of work for the next week. You look out of the window and smile

“Tony thanks really but I can’t be out that long I have a project to work on and-“

Tony puts his hand up “Don’t worry I’ll have someone else on that tomorrow. I bought the company! You just rest up kid!”

Your mouth drops and before you can even protest he speeds away and Steve yanks you back down into his lap. Bucky starts up the truck and starts on his way, driving the three of you back to your shared apartment.

Once back home Bucky starts a hot shower for you and Steve goes into the kitchen immediately. He says he’s got a surprise for you for dinner and to go take a nice long shower. Bucky surprisingly keeps his hands to himself, making sure you’re nice and clean and taken care of, giving you soft kisses and little caresses.

“I know what’ll make you feel better” Bucky comes up behind you as you’re putting your hair serum in, he kisses your bare shoulders softly and puts his arms around you, watching you comb your fingers through your hair.

“What’s that?” You ask as you look at him in the mirror. He pulls open one of the drawers in front of you and takes a bottle of lube out. Your eyes go wide as he leads you into the bedroom, letting your towel drop.

“I know you’re tired and hungry so while Steve is cooking for you let’s just cuddle okay?” He pushes you back on the bed carefully

“Why do we need that?” You point at the bottle “for cuddling”

“Because it’s your favorite kind of cuddling.” He jokes as he takes off his boxers he’d put on when he went to see if Steve needed help, you bite your lip as you look at him, trying to keep your eyes on his. He smirks as he pours lube into his hand, coating his cock in it as he rubs it slowly. You drool a bit as he gets nice and hard, his cock glistening in the light. You squeeze your thighs together and he leans down, giving you a kiss as he eases you onto your back. He pours more lube onto his fingers and spreads your lips, rubbing it up and down teasing you before carefully sinking his fingers in, they go in easily and your hips buck. He chuckles as you fuck your self on his fingers, moaning softly as you tighten that coil in your belly, winding it up tighter and tighter. His thumb rubs your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out and you moan louder, your hips losing control as you cum over his fingers, he keeps pumping you through your orgasm, grinning wickedly as he watches the way your body reacts to his fingers

“Good girl, cum for me so I can make sure you’re wet enough.” He praises as you lay there, your body jello, your legs trembling. He pulls you up on the bed so your head is on the pillows. He strokes himself a few more times and gets on the bed with you, kissing your hair. He wipes his hands on a napkin from the bed and throws it into the trash can

“Nice shot” you giggle and he smiles, adjusting your body again so you’re facing him. He grabs your leg, lifting it up and positions himself between your legs, his head teasing your entrance as he pushes into you. You let out a long, low moan as he fills you to the hilt. He puts your leg back down and you adjust yourself a bit, your head nuzzled into his neck.

“Thanks Doll” he whispers in your ear as he pulls a blanket over the two of you and wraps his arms around you. You’re practically purring as he rubs your back while kissing your head. “We can stay just like this. You take a nap, you deserve it.

“You want to stay l-like this?” You blush as your cunt squeezes around his cock. He nods as he groans softly, adjusting himself again.

“You need a nap sugar and I know this always makes you feel better… let me do this for you”

“Oh and this has nothing to do with how it makes you feel?” You smirk as you snuggle into him again, closing your eyes.

“I didn’t say it didn’t make me feel amazing” he chuckles, pushing his long hair back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You sigh “what’s there to talk about? Today was shit. I can’t believe Brad wasn’t looking where he was going he never looks where he’s going! A-and he ruined that new shirt you and Steve got me I can’t stand that asshole! I have absolutely no idea what the hell is wrong with my car-“

“Tony’s handling that” He interrupts and you smile

“Do I need to pick the color?”

“Yes and if you’d like a specific model let him know.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes, adjusting again. You move your hips a little, rolling them on his cock and he looks at you, raising his eyebrow

“He doesn’t have to do that… I can just get it fixed.” You ignore the look he’s giving you and keep gently rolling your hips.

“It’s not often an Avenger gets a happy ending Y/N… let alone two. Let him take care of you. You know how much he loves you”

You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and smile “Maybe we can invite him and Pepper over sometime for dinner”

Bucky nods, kissing your neck gently. “Yeah I think he’d like that..” He moans in your ear as you keep moving your hips on his cock, it’s not enough to make him cum but it’s enough to keep him nice and hard inside you. You feel him, warm and thick, filling up your insides. You can feel the way your tight hole stretches around him, his balls pressed against you he’s so deep. They’re so full and firm against you, you can’t help but dream about them exploding inside you, breeding your tight cunt like he loves to do.

“Are you feeling any better?” Bucky asks, his voice husky as you reach down to rub his balls between your legs. Your breath hitches as you feel them

“Y-yeah I think I am”

You're just starting to massage his balls when there’s a knock at the door. Steve stands in the doorway, in just an apron, and your mouth drops wide open.

“S-Steve?” Your voice cuts out

“I thought it would cheer you up!” He grins widely as he brings a tray into the bedroom. Bucky pulls out sighing loudly and you whine as you sit up without him. He sits up and picks your waist up, using the metal arm, it sends a chill through your hot body and sits you right back down on his cock. You cry out and he chuckles, holding your hips in place.

“I hope you’re hungry, I made lasagna” he sets the tray in front of you and Bucky but neither of you can concentrate on anything but him. God that man’s ass was something else. You can practically feel Bucky throbbing inside you at the sight of him, you’re both drooling over him.

“I think I’m hungry for something else” You mumble and Bucky nods against your shoulder

“Definitely hungry for something else”

[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

[lucianalight]

“Sometimes a rage builds up and you just gotta let it out. Do you remember that time I was so angry with my father and my brother, I went down to Earth and I held the whole of New York city hostage with an alien army? Tried to use the mind stone on Tony Stark? It didn’t work so I threw him off the building. It wasn’t tactical. I lost it. Sometimes our emotions get the better of us.”

Is this a retcon? Is Loki saying he wasn't tortured or mind controlled and he attacked Earth because he was angry at his family?

Well, let's analyze the situation.

They went to interrogate X-5 who according to Mobius is an asshole that knows them and their tactics. Mobius tells others to not let X-5 get under their skin with a emphasis on Loki, thinking he is the one who most probably is going to lose his temper. But that's not what happens.

Loki does not lose his cool. On the contrary he plays the role of a villain(which is not really convincing tbh) and tries to intimidate X-5. Mobius is the one who gets so angry and hits Brad within a minute after X-5 turns his attention to him. Mobius storms off trying to convince Loki that it was a tactical action and he could play the heavy keys. But when he calms down he confesses that wasn't the case. Then Loki says those lines.

Now let's remember some similar situations we've seen Loki doing sth like this. Before the coronation when Thor was nervous, Loki makes jokes, gives him confidence, tries to calm him down. And after that when Thor is angry, Loki again tries to calm him down, agreeing with Thor saying he is on his side. When Odin saves them from Jotunheim and is furious with Thor, Loki tries to intervene and stop the situation from escalating. In TDW after their argument on the boat, Loki again tries to light the mood with a joke. So this is a typical and in character behavior for Loki.

Should Loki's words be accepted at face value? MCU Loki lies sometimes but he is not the god of lies like comics. He mostly speaks the truth, but not the complete truth. Half-truth is what he mostly uses. He shapes the sentences in a way that people interpret them how they want based on how they think. Especially when it comes to the things that he doesn't want others to know. Things that he was taught were weakness.

Moreover there are undeniable proof in canon that Loki was tortured (his physical state in Avengers, threats of pain by the Other…etc), and his mind was influenced by the mind stone(confirmed by Marvel). There are even moments in S1 that confirm Loki didn't want or enjoy to hurt people. He's had to. And Miss Minutes offered Loki to kill Thanos, which affected Loki more than any of her offers.

"Unbeknownst to him, the scepter was also influencing him, fueling his hatred over his brother Thor and the inhabitants of Earth."

Unbeknownst to him

Remember in S1 Sylvie tried to enchant him but couldn't? Loki said it's because his mind's too strong. For other magic users? Yes. For mind stone? Maybe. Since we know he wasn't mind control like Selvig and Clint. But the Other had a connection through the scepter to his mind and his negative emotions was being amplified. Which Loki didn't know. His memories were clearly tampered with too as he remembered Thor tossing him into an abyss which didn't happen.

In the main timeline Loki spends a year and half in a cell, where he had access to his magic. Being away from the scepter, having the use of his magic and nothing but time, Loki sooner or later have realized what happened. We don't know when exactly Loki realized that the mind stone was influencing him. But we've seen in other MCU movies/shows that removing mind related magic in most cases also needs magic.

TV Loki on the other hand, right after his escape got arrested in a place that he couldn't use his magic, spending his days either running from or after somebody and trying to fix a disaster. He probably hasn't that realization yet. And even if he had, do you think Loki would talk about it? I don't think so. Just like he never talks or wants to talk about his torture.

There are more than enough clues in canon to confirm that Loki was tortured and his mind was influenced and nothing can retcon all of that.

Back to the scene in 2x02, Loki is trying to calm down Mobius through sympathizing with him. He can't say "Hey remember that time I fell into Thanos clutches after I committed suicide, then he tortured and brainwashed me through my hatred and anger, and sent me to take over the Earth and when I got away you found me and tortured me and now you can't handle one minute taste of your own medicine?" That would have been counterproductive. So instead Loki is telling the truth but not all of it. He was angry at Thor and Odin and his emotions got the better of him. But those emotions, those thoughts and words were influenced. That's what Loki's not telling because he wants to sympathize with Mobius through a similar experience.

Could the topic of New York invasion handled better? Certainly. Otherwise there wasn't a need for this meta. But Loki's behavior can be explained in-universe and through his canon characterization without retconning any other proof and clues.

[atomicradiogirl]

my loki headcanons because i’m a genius and always right:

loki and tony stark knew each other before the events of the avengers and that’s how loki knew he could use stark tower to power the tesseract

loki and mobius totally kissed at least once during loki’s centuries long time slipping and loki explained everything to mobius exhaustedly but of course mobius forgets everything since it’s a time loop :(

mobius goes back to the TVA after “letting time pass” because he can’t find a life worth living on the sacred timeline if loki isn’t there with him, and the TVA is his only real family anyway

sylvie finds a sapphic partner on the sacred timeline and they like date and get married and she’s happy yippee

brad/x-5 invites mobius and sylvie to the ‘zaniac’ sequel movie premiere like he promised to do and mobius goes just to drunkenly flirt with everyone at the reception because he misses loki

ravonna is alive in the void with all the lokis and finds new meaning in rehabilitating them and helping them work together and survive (also she definitely is president loki’s right hand woman because i say so)

there is an alternate timeline where sylvie took up loki’s glorious purpose instead of him

[wholesomecrow]

I’m curious

[hugs4lifesworld]

Never mind - Peter Parker x Stark! reader

Former relationship between peter and reader but it has been bad since Tony died. Reader is friends with Flash and met him before Peter from galas, charity things, and other events. In some ways he knows her better than anyone else. Very little of Peter.

"I can't believe you're really making me go." I grumble to Happy as he half drags, half guides me into the airport carrying my luggage given my refusal to even going on this trip. Happy having heard my complaints, bargaining, and weak threats the whole way continues to ignore me which he has done for the past half hour after simply arguing "Maybe this will be good for you." We make it to the large group of teenagers I call classmates where I am finally released only to be surrounded by my friends. As they chatter away I catch a glimpse of Happy speaking to the two teachers who are chaperoning before leaving. I roll my eyes and sit down beside Michelle knowing I won't get far if I even try to escape.

Before long the last member of the class comes and we go through to our gate. After that we board our plane. Out of habit I follow Flash to the first class area where we both have seats reserved, should we choose to use them. I laugh at him when the stewardess takes the drink from him when Michelle rats that he was blipped and therefore not 21. The two of us are instructed to sit with the rest of the class until after take off. We comply and I end up by Brad and Flash is a few rows back. In the seat across from me is Michelle with Betty beside her. The crew begins their safety demonstration and then we take off.

Flash and I decide to stay with the rest of the class for the time being and he sleeps while I continue the book I have been reading. Roughly half way into the flight I finish the book and am not tired. The cabin crew is also making rounds, checking on everyone so it would be pointless to even attempt to sleep. Looking around the cabin I catch Peter's eyes already looking at me, feelings I have been pushing down bubble and overwhelm me and I have to rip my eyes away. Sighing, I divert my gaze onto the screen in front of me so they don't gravitate back to Peter. 'Might as well' I think before grabbing the headphones and putting them on. I reach forward flicking on the screen and pushing the listening option. Scrolling through I find only audiobooks about The Avengers, some older books about Steve and one on the blip.

I simultaneously feel angry, annoyed, and get a lump in my throat and my eyes burn. Quickly switching to the in-flight movies I hope and pray that it's something different. I quickly find that they are different but this is worse, so much worse.

All I see are "documentaries" on my dad. My breath hitches and the more I scroll through the less I seem to be able to catch my breath. I am startled when I feel a hand on my arm and look to see it's Flash giving me a questioning look and I nod. I know he doesn't believe me but he, thankfully, lets it go for now. I switch the screen off, practically ripping the headphones off. Michelle looks over at me while Betty gasps "Y/n!" causing several members of our class including Brad, Ned, and Peter to look at me which I try my best to ignore.

Just then a stewardess walks by, "Excuse me." I say to the blonde woman who has an incredibly fake smile plastered on her face. I think I catch the end of an eye roll as she turns to me answering, "Yes, how can I help you?". "Do you happen to have any other movies?" I ask her hoping I don't have too much emotion in my voice. Because Ned, Flash, MJ, and Peter are all focused on me but I can tell I failed. "I'm afraid we don't, Miss. I'm sorry." she answers and goes to walk away "How about a book then?" I ask her. With a barely concealed sigh she answers "I'll check." and she leaves. She is back in a few minuets with 3 books. Glancing at the spines I read the titles. Once again they are about the Avengers and the blip, Steve, and my father. This time I don't bother to hide anything, with a heavy sigh and a seemingly exasperated tone I ask. "Do you have anything that's NOT about Tony Stark? A magazine, anything?" I stress. "No, Ma'-" I interrupt "Fine, a sleeping pill then?" I ask snapping at her trying to keep from crying. she scoffs and straitens wiping the fake grin from her plump red lips and narrowing her brown eyes at me. "What is your problem?" She questions me and I shoot back "I just don't want to read or listen to anything about Tony Stark!" I exclaim thankful the two teachers are sleeping and I easily ignore everyone else.

She gapes at me looking indignant "How dare you. Tony Stark was an amazing man who sacrificed everything." she practically yells at me. "Never mind." I huff out sitting back in my seat "I don't want to hear about it. Okay?" I tell her in a clipped tone.

"Tony Stark was the founder and leader of the Avengers! He housed S.H.E.I.L.D. He was an incredibly selfless man who died for the world." She raises her voice slightly becoming more frantic as she speaks. I only hold my tongue for a few moments before I burst. Jumping to my feet "Okay. First, he was not the founder of the Avengers. That was Nick Fury who came up with the original idea and Phil Coulson and Maria Hill helped execute said idea. Second, He was not the leader. Steve Rogers is," I pause "Was. Captain America was the leader. Tony did however pay for everything. Third, He never housed S.H.E.I.L.D, only gave former agents new jobs. Finally, He was an incredibly selfish man." I list off, finishing emotionally and scornfully before rushing away only barely taking notice of Flash angrily send her away to get the head steward and not come back.

Leaning on the sink I heave, trying to catch my breath and not let the sobs out but one escapes.

Then another...

And another.

Crap.

Next thing I know I'm in the hallway between coach and first class and Peter is kneeling in front of me telling me to breathe. The black at the edges of my vision slowly recedes and I can hear Flash shouting at who I assume is the head stewardess. I gather myself and push Peter away and stand. "I'm fine. You can go." I tell him making my way back to Flash and our seats to gather my things before he can say anything. "You and your staff should read the manifest." Flash states as I shoulder my bag. "I'm sorry, sir, but your friend was belligerent and Mr. Stark was a hero." She says trying to dismiss the issue. "If you had read the manifest you would have seen that Y/N Stark was on this flight. If anyone has the right to be selfish, it's her." He bites to her and snatches up his bag, I assume from the sound.

The last thing I hear before passing through the curtain to first class is "She is his daughter after all." and him stomping after me. Throwing ourselves in our new plush seats we sigh and Flash silently reaches over putting his hand on mine and we sit that way in silence for a while until he squeezes my hand. "What's going on in that head of yours?" He asks. My first response is a simple shrug but he gives me a look and I can't help sighing again, "I just still can't believe they made me come on this stupid trip." I tell him. "Maybe they thought it would be good for you." He tells me. "Yeah, right." I reply with a scoff.

"They get five years with him and I ... lost five. Sure, I'm not the only one in the world. No one else got blipped, came back, had to fight, and then watch their dad sacrifice himself." Feeling the tickle of the tears I angrily wipe my face and sniff before continuing, "Then I go home and find my dad married Pepper, which is great and I love her, she is the only mom I've ever known and on top of it I have a little sister." Flash just lets me rant. "Then, I have to go to work helping everyone else. I didn't even get to hug him or tell him I love him." I finally burst and Flash pulls me into a hug, holding me as I cry. Eventually succumbing to my emotions and exhaustion and falling asleep in one of my best friends arms.

A few hours later I'm lightly shaken awake by Flash so he can tell me we will be landing soon. I sit up staring at the floor before whispering "Thank you." to Flash who squeezes my shoulder as if to say "no problem" while holding out my make up bag out to me in the other. I raise an eyebrow at him and he simply said "Parker brought it.". I grab it with a huff and stand knowing I'm going to have to talk to him ... eventually. I make my way to the restroom I had previously tried to gain control in with a new determination but find the door locked. I stand and wait for only a few seconds before the door swings open to reveal Peter. Once he sees me his eyes widen and he slams the door. Okay I think and see Brad coming so I decide to try another restroom to fix my make up so when we land I will appear to be all together, just in case.

It only takes me about seven minuets to redo my makeup and make sure my hair is presentable. Once I finish that I go back to my seat, buckle my seat belt, and wait for the plane to land. "Your teachers want you to disembark the plane with the rest of your class." The head steward appears and instructs Flash and I and I simply roll my eyes while Flash gives a simple nod and she disappears.

"So, why are you pissed at Parker?" Flash asks as the plane slowly descends. "I'm not." I say. "That's bullshit and you know it." He shoots back. With a sigh I try again, "I'm not pissed at him. Why do you think that?". He gives me a look and answers "You two were good together. As much as I hate it. You were happy and now you'll barely even look at him." He points out. "We both have a lot of things to work out ... with my dad and stuff. You know the internship." I shrug. "So talk to him." "It's not that easy." I answer. He just looks at me as we land on the tarmac.

The plane finally comes to a stop and Flash and I join our class to disembark. Somehow I end up by Peter, MJ, Ned, and Betty. It is quickly revealed that Betty and Ned are dating. After a few awkward interactions between peter and I, the whole class exits the airport. With that our trip officially begins.

[mybeingthere]

Tony Berlant / Love at First Sight #33, 2005 / found and fabricated printed tin collaged on plywood with steel brads / 22 3/4 x 19 1/4 in (57.8 x 48.9 cm) / Private collection.

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

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Welcome To The Broadway Musical Theater Couple Tournament!

Through extensive decision-making, we have brought to you 32 different couples. All these couples are canon and from a Broadway musical. It's up to you to decide who is the best!

This tournament is just for fun! Any questions can be submitted to the ask box.

All polls can be found under this tag: #musicalcoupletournament

Created By:

@killercatsfromouterspace @elephantsatsea

The full list of couples and shows is under the read more.

Albin x Georges - La Cage aux Folles

Tom Collins x Angel Dumott Schunard - Rent

Aida x Radames - Aida

Maria x Tony - West Side Story

Cosette x Marius Pontmercy - Les Miserables

Roger Davis x Mimi Marquez - Rent

Golde x Tevye - Fiddler On The Roof

Motel Kamzoil x Tzeital - Fiddler On The Roof

Bea x Nick Bottom - Something Rotten

Nigel Bottom x Portia - Something Rotten

Elphaba x Fiyero Tigelaar - Wicked

Joanne Jefferson x Maureen Johnson - Rent

Vanessa Garcia x Usnavi de la Vega - In The Heights

Benny x Nina Rosario - In The Heights

Natalie Goodman x Henry - Next To Normal

Alyssa Greene x Emma Nolan - The Prom

Christine Daae x The Phantom of the Opera - The Phantom Of The Opera

Christine Daae x Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny - The Phantom Of The Opera

Eurydice x Orpheus - Hadestown

Hades x Persephone - Hadestown

Marvin x Whizzer - Falsettos

Mendel x Trina - Falsettos

Alexander Hamilton x Eliza Schuyler Hamilton - Hamilton

The Baker x The Baker's Wife - Into The Woods

Johanna Barker x Anthony Hope - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street

Jack Kelly x Katherine Plumber - Newsies

Brad Majors x Janet Weiss - The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Audrey x Seymour Krelborn - Little Shop Of Horrors

Ogie Anhorn x Dawn Pinkett - Waitress

Maria Rainer x Captain Georg von Trapp - The Sound Of Music

Curly McLain x Laurey Williams - Oklahoma

Amalia Balash x Georg Nowack - She Loves Me

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GENERAL HOSPITAL Stars Remember Robyn Bernard

Soap fans were heartbroken to learn of the death of GENERAL HOSPITAL actress Robyn Bernard, who played Terry Brock on the soap. And so were some of the castmates and friends she made during her six years in Port Charles who shared their thoughts and memories with Soaps In Depth.

Kevin Bernhardt, who played Kevin O’Connor, Terry’s love interest who married her before gaslighting and trying to kill her, was devastated by the loss. “Robyn so perfectly embodied the character of Terry Brock that oftentimes Terry Brock seemed embodied in Robyn,” he recalled. “Robyn lived life to the fullest, and left every ounce of herself on those sets, as well as a big piece of her heart — with her songs.

“I am saddened to hear of the personal challenges she suffered after she had graced the show,” Bernhardt continued, “but I will continue to hold this beautiful and talented leading lady in my heart — as I remember Mrs. Kevin O’Connor. Robyn’s surely in a better place now, where she, Terry Brock, and their gospel songs will be just as beloved as they were by those who loved them on GENERAL HOSPITAL.”

Terry’s singing partner in 1987, Dusty Walker, was played by Shaun Cassidy, who shared: “I was saddened to learn of Robyn’s passing. She brought joy to a lot of people through her work on the show, and while I was only there for a brief period, she taught me a lot. My condolences to her friends and family.”

Brad Maule (ex-Tony) expressed: “Robyn Bernard was a wonderful actress and very much loved by everyone on GH. In the words of Willie Nelson, she was, ‘an angel flying too close to the ground.’

Guy Mack, who was Terry’s other leading man, Patrick O’Connor, composed some absolutely lovely words to pay tribute to his friend. “In the tapestry of life, she was a melody lost, a soul ensnared by shadows of torment,” he said. “Through the labyrinth of her existence, she sang with a voice that was a testament to her immense talent and resilience. Yet, her journey was veiled in a shroud and the harrowing echoes of past traumas. Gone are the burdens of a harsh world’s weight as she shed her cloak of mortal toil and pain.

“Though she wandered alone, lost, stubborn, and resolute,” he continued, “may she now find solace in the embrace of our Lord with eternal tranquility, where her voice and her soul’s song echoes forever. Like the autumn leaf untethered from the bough, she departs this mortal coil, no longer bound. Farewell, my friend. May your spirit soar unfettered, finally at peace. God bless you, Robin.”

Lynn Herring, whose Lucy was a mousy librarian at the time, shared: “So very sad. I loved her beauty and her talent so.”

“I remember Robyn very fondly,” shared Ian Buchanan (Duke). “She was a gentle, kind soul. So very talented and tons of fun! I am very sad to hear of her passing and send my deepest sympathy to her loved ones.”

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» OPEN FANFICS REQUESTS ☽

y = young, a = adult. Bold means I love writing about them

I write soft NSFW, love triangles, social media au, modern setting and I’m willing to follow any trope, you can be specific if you want.

(I’m sorry if I haven’t included your fave, I just write about the ones I like)

CELEBRITIES

Pedro Pascal, Oscar Isaac, Tom Hardy, Ewan McGregor, Cillian Murphy, Jake Gyllenhaal, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Andrew Lincoln, Norman Reedus, John Bernthal, Evan Peters, William Zabka, Jensen Ackles, Antony Starr, Karl Urban, Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, Jack Nicholson, Matthew McConaughey, Enzo Vogrincic, Harrison Ford, Alain Delon, Marlon Brando, Bruce Springsteen

THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Michonne, Carl Grimes

Rick x Michonne, Rick x Daryl, Abraham x Sasha, Rosita x Tara, Daryl x Connie

GAME OF THRONES / HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / ASOIAF

Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Jon Snow, Sandor Clegane, Oberyn Martell, Stannis Baratheon, Daenerys Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Tywin Lannister, Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon, Jorah Mormont, Asha/Yara Greyjoy, Brienne of Tarth, Benjen Stark, Euron Greyjoy, Beric Dondarrion, Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Cregan Stark

Jaime x Brienne, Sansa x Theon, Jon x Daenerys, Jon x Sansa, Stannis x Davos, Robb x Theon, Jon x Satin, Ned x Robert, Robert x Lyanna, Cersei x Oberyn, Tyrion x Oberyn, Jaime x Oberyn, Sansa x Margaery, Daenerys x Asha/Yara, Daenerys x Jorah, Daenerys x Euron, Stannis x Davos, Melisandre x Stannis, Rhaenyra x Daemon, Rhaenyra x Harwin, Rhaenyra x Alicent, Daemon x Laena, Jaecerys x Cregan

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Han Solo, Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Shin Hati, Darth Maul

Han x Leia, Han x Lando, Anakin x Padme, Obi-Wan x Satine, Obi-Wan x Darth Maul, Obi-Wan x Cody, Finn x Poe, Din x Luke, Din x Cobb Vanth, Shin Hati x Sabine

ATTACK ON TITAN

Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Porco Galliard

Erwin x Levi, Jean x Marco, Eren x Mikasa, Mikasa x Annie, Eren x Reiner, Reiner x Jean, Eren x Jean, Mikasa x Jean, Pieck x Porco, Reiner x Porco

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, Nobara Kugisaki, Mahito, Choso, Yuta Okkotsu, Shiu Kong

Gojo x Geto, Sukuna x Megumi, Yuji x Megumi, Nanami x Haibara, Maki x Yuta, Mahito x Geto

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Liu Kang, Kitana, Bi-Han

Johnny x Kenshi, Liu Kang x Kitana

COBRA KAI / THE KARATE KID

Johnny Lawrence (y/a), Daniel LaRusso (y/a), Miguel Diaz, Eli Moskowitz/Hawk, Tory Nichols, Sam LaRusso, Terry Silver

Johnny x Daniel (y/a), Miguel x Sam, Miguel x Tory, Tory x Robby, Miguel x Robby, Eli/Hawk x Moon, Kreese x Terry (y/a)

HARRY POTTER

Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, James (y/a), Sirius (y/a), Remus (y/a), Albus (y), Lucius (y/a), Barty

Harry x Draco, Ron x Hermione, Sirius x Remus (y/a), Harry x Cedric

MARVEL COMICS / MCU

Frank Castle, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker (any version), Felicia Hardy, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Gamora, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, T’Challa, Victor Von Doom, Erik Lehnsherr, Matt Murdock, Elektra, Maria Hill, Reed Richards, Johnny Storm, Susan Storm, Ben Grimm

Tony x Bruce, Loki x Mobius, Sam x Bucky, Tony x Bucky, Bucky x Natasha, Natasha x Yelena (non mcu), Yelena x Kate, Peter x Gamora, Scott x Hope, Frank x Matt, Frank x Karen, Victor x Tony, Victor x Reed, Victor x Stephen, Reed x Susan

DC COMICS / DCEU

Bruce Wayne (any version), Selina Kyle, John Constantine, Diana

Bruce x Selina, Bruce x Harvey Dent, John x Zatanna, John x Bruce, Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz, Harley Quinn x Diana

OTHERS

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders), John Shelby (Peaky Blinders), Ragnar Lothbrock (Vikings), Joe Goldberg (You), Joe Goldberg x Rhys Montrose (You), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), Rust Cohle (True Detective), Kai Anderson (AHS), Tate Langdon (AHS), Tate Langdon x Violet Harmon (AHS), James March (AHS), Lalo Salamanca x Nacho Varga (Breaking Bad), Billy Butcher (The Boys), Soldier Boy (The Boys)

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Master Post of My Stuff That I’m Proud of :) (I update this ALL the time!)

My Hangaroo/Hangster Relationship Playlist (Youtube)

My Icemav Relationship Playlist

My Ineffable Husbands Playlist (Aziraphale x Crowley from Good Omens) 

My BUDDIE Playlist

(^ I am constantly adding on to these on YouTube, just FYI ^)

Fairytale AU’s

“Two Princesses Fell in Love...” (Rapunzel x Sleeping Beauty AU)

Cinderella Fake Dating AU potential

Top Gun

If Maverick isn’t flying that day, he comes home early... (IceMav ficlet)

Slider Gets an Inheritance from Iceman

“All-American Boy” (Goose x Carole and Hangaroo/Hangster ficlet based on ”All-American Girl” by Carrie Underwood)

What If Wolfman wanted to “adopt” Hangman (original post)

Hangaroo/Hangster Time Travel back to 1986 (very open ending in that I didn’t really end it, so if you want to take it and finish it just let me know so I can read it :) )

Parallel between the Top Gun awards ceremony and another event a few years later (IceMav)

Mav adopts little Bradley after Carole dies and Iceman becomes “Uncle Iceman”...

(^ this one was like the first story-post I did about IceMav and I cannot believe I didn’t have it on here already)

IceMav Holiday Headcanons (Thanksgiving & Christmas)

The REAL IceMav Ending of Top Gun: Maverick

“Top Gun” + “Top Gun Maverick” = “The Notebook” (IceMav)

TGM HEADCANON: The Daggers Take Care of Mav After Ice’s Funeral

Rooster and Hangman Talk after Iceman’s Funeral (Hangaroo/IceMav)

Poker Night Between the Daggers and the 86′ers

“Even Though I’m Leaving” by Luke Combs in the POV of Bradley with Goose, Maverick, and Iceman 

“Hungry Eyes” Hangaroo/Hangster Edit

Hangaroo & Bobnix 27 Dresses AU (27 Tuxes)

IceMav Sweet Home Alabama AU

Hangaroo/Hangster How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days AU

IceMav & Hangaroo/Hangster Letters to Juliet AU

IceMav Ocean’s Eleven AU

IceMav The Wedding Planner AU

IceMav Sleepless in Seattle AU

TOP GUN/MAVERICK ft. TAYLOR SWIFT

IceMav + “Long Live”

Hangaroo/Hangster + “Style”

Hangaroo/Hangster + “Blank Space”

Hangaroo/Hangster + “I’d Lie”

MCU

MCU Characters x Wizard of Oz Parallels

Tony/Pepper/Peter (Parker) Part 1

Tony/Pepper/Peter(Parker) Part 2

Peter Wants to be a Superhero like his Dad Iron Man (but Mom Pepper Finds Out)

Mamma Mia Spideriron Family AU

MCU Characters as Star Wars Characters

Peter Grows Up Knowing Tony (because he’s friends with Ben)

After Tony gets to heaven (IronDad-Spider-son post)

Tony Walks In On His Young Son Peter Drawing Pictures of a Guy Named Star-Lord (IronQuill)

Stranger Things

Billy Being Raised By His Grandma AU (ft. Harringrove)

Billy Being Raised by His Grandma AU Part 2 (ft. Harringrove)

Billy and Steve go to See “Top Gun” and need a second (or third) opinion

Our Flag Means Death

OFMD x “Grease” Parallels

Ed and Stede are the Parents of Another Famous Pirate

Blackbonnet (Stede x Ed) Corpse Bride AU

(S2 FINALE SPOILERS) There is an Inn near the RoP...(Blackbonnet)

****911****

Chimney Creates a Bachelor-inspired Office Pool (Bucktommy, Buddie)

Chimney, Hen and Ravi argue about altering the original office pool (Buddie)

What if Eddie kisses Buck while he’s with Tommy...? (Buddie, Bucktommy)

Three Earth-Shattering Events in One Week (7x04)

What if Tommy is in a Helicopter Crash...? (Bucktommy, Buddie)

“911″ -> “8 Simple Rules”-style (Bi Buck, Dad!Bobby, Buddie)

Athena Going Mama Bear on Tommy (Mom!Athena, Bucktommy)

Cruise Ship Doc Asks Buck if Bathena are His Parents (Dad!Bobby, Mom!Athena)

 “He Didn’t Have to Be” by Brad Paisley (Buck & Christopher, Buck & Bobby)

Bobby is the Parent Buck Has Always Needed (Buck & Bobby, Dad!Bobby)

The Theme of Parents and Children in 6x10 (Buck & Bobby, Dad!Bobby)

6x11 “Which one?” (Buckley-Diaz family)

Bobby Watching Buck Sleep in the Hospital after 6x11 (Dad!Bobby, Buck & Bobby)

Buck and Eddie Have Trouble Getting Engaged... (Buddie, Firefam)

When Buck and Eddie Become a Couple, They Have to Work Separately (Buddie)

“Hamilton”-inspired Buddie (Buddie, Dad!Bobby)

Multifandom Posts

This Blog Loves Found Father-Son Relationships

Gibbs & Tony - Bobby & Buck Parallel

Mary Poppins was the Doctor’s Nanny (Doctor Who x Disney)

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Nine

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, swear words, family drama, drama at stark industries, i think i fell in love with bucky a whole lot bit more, long update, also please read the author's note at the end💖

Word Count: 8.8k Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Fic Masterlist || Main Masterlist || AO3 || Fic Playlist

Chapter Eight || Chapter Ten

You laugh excited as Bucky shows you a binder. With almost ten sub-categories. 

“You laugh now, but just wait till I get into the details of each phase.” Bucky shakes his head running his fingers over the tabs. 

“Honestly this feels like an Oceans Eleven meeting.” You chuckle, “Ooh, maybe we should watch it for inspiration.” You offer. 

“So I can watch you stare at Brad Pitt?” Bucky grumbles. 

“Bucky, I don’t care about him, I watch it for the plot.” You shrug, the mental image of George Clooney pops up in your head when you try to recall the said plot. 

Bucky raises an eyebrow as you dip your head a telltale sign of your blush. 

“We should watch Oceans Eight.” He says, attempting to be cheeky.

“So we both can stare at Sandra Bullock, Rihanna and Anne Hathaway? Yes please.” You grin at him. 

“Know what? Let’s do that Ocean’s marathon.” Bucky agrees. 

“For the plot.” You add. 

“For the plot.” He agrees. 

You turn your eyes to the two highlighter options.

“I see, you have a thing for morally grey people.” He calls you out. 

“I’m currently onto being into Ex-Military men.” You tease. 

“I am morally grey though, I even have a white fluffy cat as my villainous proof.” He turns the phone stand towards Alpine and you coo at her, she looks at you mid-lick to her paw.

Her meow makes you grin and give her a flying kiss. For a second she stares at you as if to reciprocate but she returns to her more important task at hand or rather paw. 

“I don’t think you give off the evil mastermind vibe, Mr. Barnes.” You smile at him. 

“The name’s Barnes, James Barnes.” Bucky says in a British accent and for five seconds your brain turns to mush because his voice is deep and in that baritone plus you’re a sucker for British accents. 

“S-say that in your normal voice.” You request. 

He repeats the sentence. You feel the need to fan yourself. 

Bucky smirks, “Cat caught your tongue, Doll or have I?” 

“James.” You all but whimper and plead. 

“Not now, you have a dinner party to go to don’t you?” He gives a smug grin. 

“I’d much rather stay with you.” You pout, getting back to doing your make up. It was ten in the morning for Bucky on a Sunday and you were getting ready for the quote unquote intimate business dinner being hosted by the Beck Family.

Your dad was excited you weren’t, but Bucky was joking around telling you about an elaborate plan to take down the people who stole from Tony and you felt good, being distracted. 

Bucky was making more and more time, you wanted to talk to him about it. Sacrificing his sleep, sending you more messages and staying on longer on calls. 

Something had shifted for him in the past five days and you couldn’t understand what it could be, because asking him directly would allow him to deflect which he has in the past when stress got to him.  

“Are you going to wear that lip colour I adore?” He questions, you smile slipping out of your thoughts. 

“I planned my outfit around it.” You grin as he rewards you with the Only For My Doll smile, you pause your actions. Admiring the way there are crinkles by his eyes and the blue in them shines brighter. 

The way his pink lips carry his happiness and his dimples make a hidden appearance underneath his four o’clock shadow. 

“That’s my girl.” He praises and admires the warmth he causes to your skin, he knows because your head dips slightly and you bite on your bottom lip to hide your smile. 

“Are you going to show me the outfit or will I wait for the pictures?” He questions as you finish applying the lipstick. 

When you gaze at him his eyes are on your lips. Bucky’s tongue moves across his bottom lip as the hunger grows in his darkening gaze. 

“I’m going to ruin this lipstick one day, and keep asking you to re-apply and ruin it again and again and again.” He promises as his words send a thrum of need to your core. 

You swallow, looking into his eyes. 

“I think I want you to ruin more than just my lipstick for me.” You admit, heart beating faster. 

Bucky groans at your words, they go straight to his hardening length. 

“Doll, don’t tempt me to delay you.” He says in warning, inhaling deeply. 

“What if I want you to delay—,”

Incessant knocking at your door interrupts the moment. Bucky straightens up as you grumble going to the door to unlock it. 

Your mom gives you a bright smile, then peeks inside and waves at Bucky. He waves back with a grin. 

“The call better be off when you change.” She gives him a warning glare and you facepalm. He begins to cough after his eyes widen in surprise.  

“Mom.” You groan. 

“What? I’m your mother. I kept you in my womb for more than nine months because you didn’t want to come out sooner, I know what goes on in your head before you do.” She pulls your cheek and you groan again. 

Bucky finally calms down after drinking water, “I, I no, I wouldn’t—,”

He keeps quiet when she gives him a look. 

“I know your generation well enough.” She says, “I’m a modern mother.” 

“Mum. What, did you have some work?” You remind her before she turns Bucky into a puddle of embarrassment and due to the topic of the conversation. 

“Ah yes, we need to leave soon, so chop, chop, also here are the earrings I’d like you to wear.” She hands you a small velvet box. 

“Are these new?” You eye the box with scepticism, opening it you find the sweetest most adorable pair of earrings. They're set in gold, a thin filament forming a flower petal’s outlines with four pearls at the centre surrounding a diamond each. The perfect balance between statement and simple. 

“These are beautiful mum, I love them, when when did you get it?” You look up at her and she points behind you. 

You turn and Bucky is grinning wide. 

“When did you even manage?” you look bewildered between the two. 

“Well when the dinner party was announced I sort of wanted to be there with you in some way other than texting you.” Bucky explains, then gazes at your mom. 

“He called me and wanted to know what are you wearing, and if you have accessories, then we made a day out of it visiting the stores and sending each other links.” 

“Wait is why you were out and you were busy yesterday?” You shake your head, heart warming at the bond he forged with your mom and your mom bonding with Bucky. 

“Yes.” They both grin. 

“I love it. Thank you.” You hug your mom and she grins at Bucky, she smiles back at her. 

When she pulls away from the hug she reminds you to get ready quickly, then rolls her eyes as your dad begins to call her because he can’t find the shirt she set out for him on the bed. 

Closing the door you rush to Bucky, 

“Thank you so much, I really, really love them!” You gush, softly tracing your fingertips over the delicate design. 

“The pearls are real but the diamonds aren’t, I’m sorry about that—,”

“Bucky, I don’t care about the realness of the diamond, I care about the fact that you took the time to spend time with mum and you planned this!” You gush over him again and he just adores you. 

“Now come on put on your outfit and call me back to wear the earrings.” He grins at you as you nod, smiling as you blow him a kiss before ending the call. 

Bucky feels the air leave his being when he answers the video call. You stand a few feet away from the screen so he can see the dress that falls just below your knees, it has a small sash and a collar. His chest tightens with emotion as he spots the chain of his dog tags. You didn’t take them off. 

You do a little twirl for him and the skirt of the dress flows around you, making you giggle. The blue brings out the brightness in your eyes and the flowers on the dress match perfectly with the earrings your mom and he picked out for you. 

“I’m one lucky man. The only lucky man because, fuck, look at my girl.” He beams brightly as you smoothen the skirt before sitting down on the chair to wear the earrings. 

“So goddamn lucky.” He says again, as he breathes. 

“Bucky…” you preen under the compliments. 

“Twirl again.” He says and you do this time the slit at the side parts every so slightly and he bites his lip at the peek-a-boo moment of the soft skin of your tights. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, doll. Every inch, every bit, just want to drown in you for days. Don’t even need air just need you.” He says, your skin heats at his words and thighs clench at the prospect. 

“Its true.” He admits, “I can’t wait to show you off. Hell, you know what?” He grabs a camera from his desk drawer, its a disposable film camera and he also has an instant one lined up. 

“Bucky what are you up to?” You question and he clicks his tongue. 

“Just smile for me, Doll.” He requests and you do, he sets the disposable film camera aside, picking up the instant one he hums before rummaging for electrical tape to cover the flash. 

“Smile again for me.” He asks again and you want to laugh at the eagerness in his voice.

“Okay,” you shift a little, making sure the angle is alright. 

Alights the camera, the benefit of the model was that it had a digital screen to help him know if all the settings and subjects were okay. 

He lines it up with his phone screen, you smile for him, he takes one sets it to print and then you rest your chin on your palm and he has to take another one. 

He sets the camera back down grinning up at you, happy with the pictures being taken. 

“Should I expect being your model more often?” You question, adoring the attention. 

“Oh, Doll this much much much lesser than the doting over from me you deserve and will receive soon enough.“

He watches you smile at his words, he hadn’t told you about the email, the pictures. He knew it was from Beck. Some type of game to throw a wrench in your happiness. 

He showed the images to Natasha, Steve and Sam. All of them were ready to throw hands at Beck, fly down with Bucky to beat the shit out of the asshole. Somehow Bucky managed to calm them down while he remained seething. 

He knew, you knew he was behaving different, more attentive, more active during your waking hours, he knew you saw the bags under his eyes. Bucky also knew the questioning was on the tip of your tongue. He’d lie and say it is work related stress. Even though it was Beck and everything else. So maybe stress isn’t a complete lie. 

He did have a bad habit of shutting down when stressed out, it happened earlier and you had caught on, there wasn’t a fight but he understood that you needed communication. Even if it was to let you know he needed his own time to process things. 

Rougher knocking on your door indicates your father’s presence. You stare at Bucky gathering strength from his presence and open the door. 

“Are you ready?” Your father questions still wearing his home clothes. 

“Yes.” You answer clipped looking at his clothing then his face. 

“Alright, don’t waste time with,” He searches for a word, passive aggressive no doubt.

“James, Dad’s here.” You call out, moving away from the door so they can see each other. 

“Hello Mr. Y/L/N, how are you?” Bucky gives him a wide smile. 

Your dad bites the inside of his cheek, “Hello.” He moves towards his bedroom.

“Tough crowd.” Bucky chuckles, guilt pools in your abdomen. 

“Doll.” He tries to control his temper as you try to switch from your guilt to happy again. 

“I told you his behaviour is not yours to take blame for.” He reminds again. 

“I know, I just… He’s done so much shit, I’m not even doing anything wrong by being in love with you. Why does he have to insult the one person in my life I love?” You sigh, Bucky’s lip quirks into a sad smile. 

“Listen, he’s just protective as a dad okay? His other aspects yes as a human being he’s a crappy one. Lousy even.” Bucky wishes he could just pull you close, hide you away. 

You nod, he watches as you fidget with the hem of your dress. 

Then you flinch and he worries. 

“He’s creating a ruckus, I’ll message you. I’m sorry, I love you.” You quickly grab the phone. 

“Go, it’s okay, I love you.” He says before the line drops. 

He sits back in the chair, staring at the binder again. Then he checks the instant camera pictures, grinning at the one of you with your chin resting on your palm. He takes his phone, snapping a picture and uploading it to his feed. 

@.bbarnes has tagged you in a new upload. 

Tapping on the notification your heart warms, it is the polaroid he took of you. What has your eyes glaze with tears is the caption. 

you’re one in a billion, and i’m the luckiest to be able call you mine @.watchingthemoonlight 💕🌸

you type out a reply, smiling to yourself. 

a billion people, and i found you, not letting you go, forever holding onto you @b.barnes 💕🌻

Reaching the venue was a quiet journey, eased by old music your dad preferred as he drove. The silence was uncharacteristic and yet welcomed. 

As your doors are opened by the valets and security you phone buzzes again. 

Nat:

I’m at the dinner thing too, apparently mom got invited and so did dad. Yelena may come in. 

You:

Great, we’re just handing the car off to the valet, I’ll see you inside. 

Natasha’s mother took her portion of the divorce settlement and grew a brilliant business for herself. Yet her mother remained one of the most down to earth people. It used to be fun watching her respectfully annihilate anyone who was unsuspecting of who she was while attempting to belittle her. 

Your dad offers his hand to your mother the minute they touch the first step. You internally groan. He’d be doting husband and father mode all for show. 

You leave a message for Bucky that you’ve reached and silently ask his contact image to give you the strength you need. 

As the doors open to the banquet hall, you’re greeted with the scent of florals and amber. No doubt Quentin’s mother’s choosing. On cue the Mr and Mrs Beck appear shaking hands and giving a kiss to the cheek as society norms require at events. 

Then they turn to you, you want to scoff at her frown which she hides giving you a once over. 

“Oh, Y/N, you’ve gotten so, big.” 

The only thing big here is your ego. You want to say but you put on a smile. 

“Yes it’s been years since we saw each other, you’ve aged,” you take a pause and your father’s ears steam, “gracefully.” You give her a fake smile. 

Mrs. Beck gives a tight-lipped smile in return, “Yes, I happen to take care of myself.” 

“Whose your botox person?” You all turn to Natasha Romanoff, sipping on her champagne, waiting for an answer. You look at her outfit and grin at her, the deep maroon long gown, looking beautiful on her. 

“I don’t—,” Mrs. Beck stutters.  

“No? I swear I saw wrinkles last time I was in the US. Hmm, must be someone else.” She shrugs.

“Natalia.” Her mother chastises, smiling at the hostess, “I think you look wonderful.” 

“Yes, is that vintage Cartier?” You mother adds, easily distracting the woman from her seething. 

Mrs. Beck enjoys showing off her wealth more than talking someone down. 

Mr. Beck draws your father away and you finally breathe. 

“Tough evening?” Nat questions, handing you a flute of champagne as well. 

You nod, she admires the earrings as they glimmer. 

“Bucky and mum went shopping.” You tell her excited again at the prospect. 

“I’m so happy for you, also the man has got an eye for what will look good on you.” She praises and you blush. 

“Look at you, in love. Did he want to rip the dress off?” She keeps at her teasing tone. 

You lightly shove her hand, trying to cool down your heated cheeks. 

She snickers in response, then her gaze hardens. 

“Little Princess.” 

You turn to greet Quentin, his hair is slicked back. Wearing a charcoal shade suit he gives a beaming grin to you. 

“Hey.” You say, waving at him as he walks closer. 

“Natasha, hey.” He greets, she nods in response with a smile, then sips her drink. 

“Did you meet the parents? Mum had to stay at the hotel you know allergies and things.” He reasons for her absence from the mandatory three night stay that occurs at your place by your dad inviting them. 

“Yeah we met her, she commented on her physical aspects again.” Nat glowers, you sigh. 

“Oh well you know how she is…” Quentin rubs the back of his neck, “You look gorgeous though.” He adds as an afterthought. 

“Thanks. So what is the dinner for?” You question. 

Quentin smiles, “We expanding into healthcare rehabilitation devices, finalised a factory space to mass produce the devices, so this is a little mingling to get the word out.” 

“What are you manufacturing?” You question, intrigued with an odd feeling in your chest. 

Quentin smiles, his index finger lightly presses on your nose, “Aren’t you a curious little cat?” He has a smile on his face but his tone is dismissive. 

“Fine, be in your little secret bubble.” You sigh feigned rueful, Natasha watches the exchange with curiosity. 

“Oh come on, let this event get done and I’ll tell you.” Quentin promises and you smile at him. 

He grins, stroking your cheek and you try not to grimace. 

“Quentin!” His father calls and he moves away with a beaming smile as per usual. 

“Spill.” Your best friend requests and you tell her about the little seed of doubt in you head. 

“Okay, I see, fishy indeed. Recon mission.” Natasha announces.

“We’re women anyways men talk business as if we’re dumb.” She lays out the plan to stand near the men tonight and eavesdrop.

“You up for it?” She questions once she explains where to start from and how to exit the conversation.

“In the immortal words of Debbie Ocean, ‘Somewhere out there is an eight-year-old girl lying in bed, dreaming of being a criminal. Let's do this for her.’ And to help my boyfriend.” You grin at an excited Natasha.

“I love this colour on you.” She commends as you both part ways to your respective groups of men, you head over to where a few old business partners of your dad stand talking.

Bucky stares at the binder again, opening up the first block. “Here goes nothing.” He murmurs opening his laptop to send the email.

PHASE ONE: Get Dumbass To Inform his Dumbass Boss about the ‘fuck up’

From: James Barnes

To: Brock Rumlow

CC: Peter Parker

Subject: URGENT

Hey,

I just received an email from Tony. We need to meet up to talk, Cafe Coffee Pot, Brooklyn 12:00 Hrs.

- Barnes

From: Brock Rumlow

To: James Barnes

CC: Peter Parker

Re: URGENT

Hey,

Will be there.

- Rumlow 

From: Peter Parker

To: James Barnes

CC: Brock Rumlow

Re: URGENT

Hey,

I got the email too, its good you set this up. We need to meet today without fail.

Regards,

Peter

Bucky grins as he reads the responses, Peter adding the frantic detail was the cherry on top. He moves onto a private messaging app that Tony had built for his only trusted team.

Barnes: Email sent, meeting @ 12 pm

TS: good work

PParker:😁

Time flew by and Bucky makes his way to the cafe securing a corner booth. Peter waited near the counter nursing his chocolate chip muffin. When Brock enters he scans the area, eyes landing on Bucky and he makes his way to the booth, Peter joins them after Brock settles into the opposite seat.

“What was in the email?” Brock questions, Peter turns his phone to show him.

From: Tony Stark

To: James Barnes, Peter Parker, Sharon Carter, +more…

Subject: Intimation of New Protocol

Dear Team,

As you know we are close to the trial’s first phase ending, it gives me immense pleasure to have worked with you all and I am so thankful for your dedication. After speaking with Shuri, we have come to the conclusion of rechecking all the internal wiring of the mounting lates and circuits of the bionic devices. 

Please inform the participants to be present tomorrow so that I may recheck the wirings personally.

Thanks and Regards,

Tony Stark

“What is the problem? You guys fixed the plate and shit without him knowing.” Brock looks between the two and Peter gnaws on his bottom lip and his leg bounces with anxiety.

“Well, when we, we, god, can you explain I think I will faint.” Peter fans himself drinking water.

“Shit, Parker, get a hold of yourself kid.” Bucky places a hand on his shoulder, he looks back at Brock. Peter begins to breathe in short quick breaths.

“Remember we had to rewire because it wasn’t working?” Bucky swallows, allowing his nervousness to show, Brock’s eyes widen at him being worried. The usual stoic demeanour was gone. 

“Is it not the same?” Brock questions, equally worried himself, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mutters.

“I don’t know okay? We were only coders and like trackers for progress, shit that means all of your data is wrong too.” Bucky presses his forehead into the palm of his hand.

“Oh god.” Rumlow runs his hands over his face, sweat pooling at the back of his neck.

“Also the wiring before that was also hampered.” Peter adds quietly.

“What?!” Bucky yells and Peter winces, Brock is sweating bullets now.

“How?” Brock questions, “Look man there is a fifty thousand fine to ruin the thing if it’s my fault, can you fix it?”

“Well the plate wouldn’t fit so I had to resize it, in that I sort of short circuited and the small fuse was under the main wiring…” Peter trails off.

“You put the wires in random… So he never had the correct wiring.” 

“But I can use it!” Brock defends, putting a show of grabbing Peter’s bottle and placing it back down.

“Yeah but you plate fell, you’ve said the arm freezes on you.” Bucky lists other things Brock has reported.

Suddenly the bionic arm jolts, knocking down the bottle.

The three stare at each other.

“Do we have a way out?” Brock questions, desperate for some good news.

“I did have an idea…” Bucky looks between the two before launching into his plan of action.

One hour later they enter the Stark Industries building without any extra attention drawn. Bucky had messaged Tony stating John had jury duty hence could only come in today. 

Peter would distract Tony with an important phone call and then Bucky would dismantle the entire device thinking that is what Tony wanted him to do on his behalf.

It would warrant a fake fight or being told off by Tony but they needed to make it legitimate as possible. Bucky gazed at your picture on his lock-screen, notifications from you remained unread, garnering the strength from your smile and love he treads forward.

“Alrighty, can’t miss Jury Duty for Mr. Stark.” Tony grumbles and Peter tries not to appear on edge. 

Brock gives a little laugh, “Yeah well, I couldn’t get out of it so…” 

Tony begins to undo the system, the arm disconnects from the mounting plate near the elbow. Carefully he sets it on the stand. As he disconnects the mounting plate, Brock looks at Bucky and Bucky looks at Peter who springs into action.

“Mr. Stark, there is an urgent call.” Peter stumbles close, phone outstretched.

“Who is it?” Tony grumbles, undoing the covering panel.

“Morgan.” Peter holds his breath and Tony looks up.

“Is she okay? Put her on speaker.” He instructs pointing at the table to place the phone.

Peter winces but complies, 

“Hey Maguna—,”

“No, I want to talk to you.” She grumbles.

“Sweetheart, Daddy’s at work—,”

“Alone.” She sniffles and Tony grabs the phone gesturing to Bucky then pointing at the mounting plate.

“I’m here baby, tell me.” Tony coos into the phone heading off to the break room.

“Faster.” Brock urges keeping an eye out with Peter at the break room door.

Bucky moves quickly as planned and Tony returns, resuming his work then pauses.

“Barnes?” Tony’s voice is devoid of the usual sass.

“Um I dismantled…. Is that not what you pointed at?” Bucky scratches his chin.

“I told you to keep an eye not ruin my hard work. Fuck, Barnes this was supposed to be a three minute job and now it’s fucking going to take me an hour.” Tony seethes but gets to work.

“I’m sorry—,”

“Save it. Go get the system ready to re-code.” Tony all but roars and Bucky sprints to the elevators, to retrieve his work laptop.

The floor is empty and he walks to his desk when his phone rings, your name flashing. He answers the phone, it’s ten thirty at night for you.

“Bucky where are you?” You question, the frantic tone of your voice has him on edge.

“Doll, whats wrong?”

“Where are you?” You question again.

“I’m at work, had to come in for some work… Are you okay?” He questions, there is shuffling around.

“Keep the line on. I, fuck, Bucky.” You say, and more shuffling, his brows furrow with worry.

Recon was going slow, no one had any clue. Becks had kept their new project under wraps and Nat was more disheartened to only find out that men were just as gossip-y as they blamed women to be. 

You both met back after an hour near the tables, dinner was beginning soon and as luck would have it, all the older children of the business men and women were placed together, at the same table.

“Will try ever stop trying to get people to marry for business?” You mutter, settling onto your designated chair, Nat nods then rolls her eyes.

“They do it because they want the children to think they have some control over their life choice, it’s actually a business decision.” She says a sour expression on her face, mouth twisted to the side.

“I agree.” Samrez Khan, the son of Khan Corp’s CEO sits from across the two of you, there are still seats waiting to be filled. He runs his hand through his messy brown hair.

“So are you here to make a business decision?” You question, making him laugh.

“God no, I don’t need to join forces with another rich family and have anyone be miserable with me out of an obligation to their parents.” He huffs, you nod your head impressed by his outlook.

“Wrong table then Khan.” Natasha adds with a smile. Oh right, they met in the US you recall.

“Natalia.” He smiles, “Long time no see.”

“I wonder why.” She scrunches her face, then clicks her tongue, dismissing the conversation.

“Hey, everyone.” Sasha settles in next to you, offering a half hug, you reciprocate, she was the tolerable Khan sibling. 

“How are you?” You question, she beams excited, holding up her left hand.

“Oh my god!” You squeal, ever since knowing Sasha you knew her goal was to marry her high school boyfriend.

“Tell me everything.” You ask and Samrez groans,

“Sash.” He warns, not wanting to hear his sisters proposal for the thousandth time.

“Actually say it, Beck is on his way and your proposal is less taxing than his existence.” He murmurs, motioning with his hand to get her to begin. Natasha snorts and he shoots her a grin. 

Sasha glares at him but the minute Beck opens his mouth she starts into the story, to her credit she talks the table’s ear off for two courses over her proposal.

“Wow.” Beck’s eyebrows are raised and he inhales deeply.

“Gets me every time,” Samrez wipes a non-existent tear from his cheek. 

“Very emotional.” Natasha adds, rolling her eyes at him, she excuses herself from the table. 

“Anyone else have any news?” Sasha questions, “Come on we kids haven’t gathered in a while, I need updates, we all know Beck has his whole prosthetics line with the American tie-up coming up. Y/N, what is going on in your life?” She questions and before you can dwell on her slip up.  

“Actually she has a boyfriend.” Quentin opens the conversation for you. 

“Oh my god, who is he? Is it Quentin? Ohh, you both are so cute.” Sasha gushes as does another random person who you aren’t familiar with on a deeper level. 

“Oh no it isn’t Quentin, his name is James, lives in NYC.” You answer, your fingers automatically brushing along your dress' collar to feel Bucky’s dog-tags to ease the nervousness pooling in your stomach. 

“What does he do? Does he have a start up? Is he flying in and out for you?” She presses and Quentin snorts.

“Its a LDR, poor thing hasn’t even held hands or gotten kissed by the guy and she dotes after him.” He laughs. 

“Thats okay—,” She tries to defend you.  

“He’s a low level coder. Imagine ex military and an amputee.” Quentin scoffs.  

“At least he has the balls to be honest with me unlike a two timing bastard who had the gall to brush off his red handed caught cheating.” You seethe, Natasha and Bucky knew what Beck had done years ago. Your parents got the more non detailed version.

“Y/N.” Quentin’s gaze hardens and his tone turns stern. 

“Shove it. I expected you’d be respectful but you’re still shitty.” You place your napkin on the table. 

“James may have had to undergo an amputation due to his circumstances, he’s much more of a man and human being than a hundred percent of all men here. No offence Samrez I don’t know you well enough to exclude you.” You turn to him, he shakes his head. 

“You’re right we’re all trash. James sounds nice, give him my best.” Samrez adds, you smile at him. 

“Now, excuse me.” You push away from the table and head for the washrooms. 

Checking the time you see that it is close to ten, this night would drone on and on, your dad would make sure since it’s his circle of people who are hosting. 

You shake your head trying to clear it from the bullshit Quentin thought he could just spew without consequences. If he thinks you’re going to be friends with him again. He and his inflated ego are sorely mistaken. 

After walking aimlessly you do realise you aren’t headed towards the bathrooms, glass windows line the upcoming area and you spot Quentin’s dad speaking with someone on a laptop. The conference room has blinds on several of the glass panels and some are free. You stand behind the blind covered panel. Which is nearer to the door that you can hear them.  

“…..Hammer, Hammer, just get the redone wirings, the stupid employees want to save their asses and are indirectly helping us.” 

Your brows furrow, where had you heard the name Hammer before?

“Listen, Beck, it ain't easy we’ll have to change the entire patent that will take time.” Hammer explains. 

“Listen the moulds will arrive here on Thursday. So in two days we start the production, the outer casing will be ready and we can sell.” Mr. Beck shrugs. 

Something in your brain clicks the pieces into place, you start filming them from your hidden position. 

“Are you understanding the mechanics—,”

“Look patents can be bought off, I have a contact, Stark won’t be able to contest, all that money and he wants to get the patent in the normal way. Doesn’t know the B of business. My son Quentin will get it done.” Mr. Beck cuts off Justin Hammer again. 

“Fine. Get to manufacturing and I’ll have Rumlow come in tomorrow with the actual wiring and start production on that here.” Justin agrees. 

“Exactly and once that is done assembly here and I’ll have it shipped back to New York. Show case it and sell to the highest bidder, but keep production under us at rates higher but falsify the other manufacturer rates. So they have to choose us.” Mr. Beck cackles and your skin prickles at the sound. 

“Perfect, I’ll call Thursday, when the moulds come in.” Justin chuckles and buds goodbye. 

You hear the shift of a chair and as quickly as possible try to slip away, you’re almost near the turn for the bathrooms. 

“Y/N?” Mr. Beck’s voice has you turn, you swallow. 

“Mr. Beck? What are you doing here?” You keep your voice even. 

“I should ask you that, the dinner is the other way. This side is a private business centre.” He explains. 

“Oh I thought as much that I have walked the wrong way, I was searching for the washrooms but almost ten feet further I realised it’s better to turn.” You chuckle lightly. 

His eyes move over you as he contemplates your words. 

“You know, you should really listen to your father.” He says and you raise you brow at him. 

“Um?”

“About your boyfriend, James. You need someone to take after your dad, someone qualified.”

“Someone like your son?” You sneer. 

“Well, Quentin does think highly of you.” He shrugs. 

“I don’t think his mother would like it if I were her daughter in law.” You try to stay respectful. 

“Her opinion doesn’t matter, as for the cosmetic appeal I’m sure we have a budget. Think about it, Quentin has, I’m sure your dad will be able to get through to you.” He pats your shoulder as he moves away. 

You rush through the corridor finally finding the washroom, you lock the main entrance, checking for anyone in the bathroom, its empty. 

You breathe finally, leaning against the counter for support. So much information crashing onto you. Right from the stupid matchmaking for his own business to Hammer Tech and Mr. Beck having some deal. The prosthetics. You needed to speak to Sasha for more information. 

Your phone weighs heavy in your hands. Unlocking it you find Bucky’s contact. 

When he picks up, you don’t give him a chance to greet you,

“Bucky where are you?” You question, the franticness and nerves lacing your voice. 

“Doll, what is wrong?” He sounds extremely worried. 

“Where are you?” You question again shit if he’s around Brock of anyone else you can’t speak.

“I’m at work, had to come in for some work… Are you okay?” He questions, uou shuffle around blocking the wash basin drains with the small soap bars. Then turn on the faucets. You needed to cover your voice. 

“Keep the line on. I, fuck, Bucky.” You want to cry, he can almost hear it in your voice. 

“Doll, is everything okay? Why is there water rushing?” He questions, voice on edge. 

“You need to come down here or you need to tell Mr. Stark about what I’m about to tell you.” You bite your lip as he processes your words. 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” He questions, worry clawing at his chest. 

“Physically yes, emotionally the jury’s out.” You try to joke, he shakes his head. 

“Tell me everything.” Bucky requests, sitting down in his chair, connecting the bluetooth so he could text Peter that he got an emergency call from you. 

“Beck and Hammer might be hand in hand, I have video proof that Rumlow is working for them. They are going to steal the patented work of the internal? Something? Thursday, they are getting moulds on Thursday and are producing here, they want to sell the tech and patent. They are in cahoots.” You jumble out hoping he understands. 

“Beck and Hammer are in cahoots?” He repeats.

“Yes, look I’ll send you the video as well but I think we need to catch them all at the same time.” You advise. 

“You aren’t doing anything.” He warns. 

“Bucky—,” 

“No. I, let me talk to Tony, will you be awake? Wait, what am I saying of course you will.” He shakes his head and hears your chuckle. 

“I, Bucky, I love you.” You say.

“I love you, did something else happen?” He questions. 

You sigh, closing your eyes as the tears brim. 

“Mr. Beck caught me halfway back and I got out of it but…. He basically said dad and he are well planning….” You can’t get the words out not without choking up. 

“Doll…” Bucky holds his breath, what was life throwing at him now?

“He basically wants well hopes I chose to marry Quentin. I won’t let it happen, I’ll say no, I’ll run aw-away, B-Bucky, just,” You sniffle, holding the phone tightly to your ear the sob breaks through. 

He stays stunned silent. 

“B-Bucky?” You ask when you don’t hear him. 

“Why?” He sounds distant, as if slipping away. 

“The whole business, t-thing he wants someone who, who will take after him. An heir as if I am not capable had he given me the chan-chance.” You explain, wiping the tears rapidly. 

“I, Y/N, please tell me this is some elaborate joke.” Bucky pleads. 

“I wish, I just.” You break off again trying to not cry harder. 

“A marriage of business? Does he not want you happy ever? Is that how selfish he is?” Bucky can’t believe this is how things are, this cannot be what your life would be if he wasn’t there. 

“I’ll get you out of there.” He assures, “Clean yourself up, I have to finish phase one stay up for an hour, I’ll be calling you back with Peter and Tony.” He doesn’t want to end the call so soon but his mind is overflowing and he might just drown. He kicks himself for sounding dismissive of you. 

It is a silent goodbye as he sets the phone down on the table. He stares ahead for a minute, leaning on his years of compartmentalisation. The priority now was the completion of Phase One then he would speak to Tony and Peter then you. They would need to call Matt again. 

His phone buzzes you’ve sent him the video. 

Pocketing the phone he grabs the laptop heading back to the elevators.

As the door close with a chime that echos into your sob in his mind. 

Bucky allows himself the elevator ride to shed his own tears. If he can’t get to you soon, everything will turn into a messy situation. 

You stare at the phone for several seconds. Aching for a response, even a small emoji would do. Dejected you stop the water from the taps, the sink not even filled halfway, wiping your face and fixing the make up you look halfway presentable back to the world of sheer business and money hungry people. 

Natasha finds you, mingling is still ongoing. You spot Mr. Beck and your father in conversation laughing and cackling. Your dad pats Quentin on the back and your jaw tightens. 

“Are you okay?” Natasha pulls your attention, she looks slightly disheveled herself. 

“I am not, Quentin’s dad basically just told me how he and my dad want me married to Quentin. Biggest deal my dad ever orchestrated.” You grimace, Bucky’s stunned silence sears your chest. You feel stupid to have told him. 

He already had too much going on. 

You were probably being a burden to him. 

“What did you say?” She pulls you by your arm to a corner table. 

“I said that his wife wouldn’t like it, he basically said cosmetic changes to myself can be done, there would be a budget for it.” 

“The fuck!” Nat roars, “How the fuck could they just think that is something to say to you?” 

“Appearances matter more to them, Nat. We’ve established that. I am what I weigh but that doesn’t define me but their definition of me is not my job to change or correct.” You fiddle with the sash of the dress. 

“I called Bucky… my suspicion was right. However, I, in my verbal vomit I also told him about what Mr. Beck said, I think I fucked up.” You admit quietly, feeling the tendrils of exhaustion and a headache manifesting. 

“Look, James is your boyfriend, he’s a pillar for you in the midst of chaos, you are going to tell him all that bothers you and troubles you and so is he. Yes maybe telling him today may have been premature but you can’t control it, you needed to vent. So don’t carry guilt, table the conversation for later.” She advices, patting your arm. 

You nod, still not convinced. Dread blooms as you recall the conversation again. 

“Y/N? We’re ready to leave.” Your mum walks up to the table. The two of you look up at her.

“What happened?” She questions with one look to your faces. 

“Mr. Beck told me dad has some business plans involving me. As a bride.” 

Her face contorts into shock, “No. Not happening not on my watch. That woman is not going to be your mother in law. Nor is that weasel going to be your husband.” 

Natasha laughs and your shoulders sag with relief. 

You hug your mom. She strokes your hair. 

“Besides I’d much rather if James and you end up in marriage.” 

“Mom, thats too far off. We haven’t even met yet.”

“So? You think couples used to meet? It was one meeting between the parents and then poof get married. Thats how I landed the gem of a man your dad.” She rolls her eyes and you have to stifle a laugh. 

“You’re really the coolest mom.” Natasha praises her and your mom strokes her head. 

“I know.” Your mom grins, “Now come on, let’s head home.” 

Goodbyes are bid and you don’t provide Quentin a single glance. Mr. Beck gives you a knowing look as he shakes your hand. Mrs. Beck looks down her nose at you. 

Don’t say anything, Don’t say anything. 

You repeat the mantra till your family walks to the elevators and waits for the valet.   

“The least you could do is behave with Quentin.” Your dad announces. 

“He was insulting me.” You defend. 

“Wrong. He was pointing out what is wrong in your choice of boyfriend.” He glares at you from the rearview. 

“Bucky is a much better man than Quentin.” You keep a hard glare back at your dad. 

“What does that man even have?” Your father hits the steering wheel for emphasis. For once you don’t flinch.

“Integrity, honesty, drive, my respect.” You list, knowing how well it slices through his ego.

“Quentin has all of that.” He dismisses the conversation.

“My respect? When did he get that? After he cheated on me one week into declaring he loves me or after I came home crying to mom and you?” You seethe, how dare he, how dare he forget.

“So what?” He says, “Its not like you were married to him.” He reasons, you keep your mouth shut.

Your mom turns to look at you with sad eyes. 

You keep your mouth screwed shut.

You keep it shut till you reach home, standing at your room door as your parents walk to their room down the hall.

“As if marriage stops pathetic men from cheating on their wives and family.” You say voice devoid of emotion, slamming your door shut and locking it.

You can hear his uproar, guilt eats at you that your mother bears the brunt of your outburst but you can’t take it anymore. He needed to know you weren’t the meek little child he could scream at over and over.

Bucky and Peter look at each other, then at Tony who stares at the former’s phone. Matt also remains a silent spectator. The waves of anger and irritation roll off of Tony. Shuri is also present via video conference, no one utter a word.

“Mass produce? Sell the patent? This is to help people. Help make have prosthetics accessible and not something they need to join every penny to afford a better daily life.” Tony’s voice is low, he turns to face Matt.

“Can something be done?” 

“I do have an idea to warrant slip ups.” Matt says, “But Peter’s plan may require changes.” 

“Do them.” Peter agrees.

“How do you fancy a trip to your girl’s home?” Matt stares at Bucky and he feels his throat dry and heart beat louder.

“Barnes?” Tony raises a brow.

“I had booked tickets, I, if I go there I need to meet her too, I can’t just, Tony you know…” Bucky stares back at his boss.

“Of course, you have full freedom to meet her, spend time with her as you please.” Tony smiles as he finds the earlier drive return into Bucky.

“I’ll go,” Bucky smiles and Peter grins.

“You’re going too Parker.” Tony adds, “Everything sponsored by Stark Industries.” 

“Cool!” Peter does a fist pump in the air.

Matt chuckles, “Are you going to tell her or surprise her?” 

“I think surprise her.” Bucky says, smiling now, allowing himself to be excited.

When Bucky called that night, all the earlier resolve and worry melted away with just his voice.

He apologised, the entire ordeal causing him to lose focus. You apologised as well for your verbal vomit, and stressing him out, he dismissed it, but then you explained that where you both are each others confidants, asking for the mental capacity to cope with an impactful topic was necessary. 

Bucky nodded and a new facet was added, you both would ask before diving into deeper topics of discussion.

“Can I tell you something of heavy weightage?” You inquired with a small smile.

Bucky chuckles, “Go on, I have the mental strength to hear it.”

“Mum approves you for marriage material.” You gaze at him and he turns red, looking away to hide his smile.

Though both of you knew that big word was for a later date if at all things ran smoothly. Even beyond meeting. You stared for a moment at your left hand, considering a moment where Bucky would ever propose.

The fact that you just knew he is the one for you was scary as much as it is a thought that filled your heart and soul with warmth. 

Bucky catches your momentary glance to your hand, his heart beats louder and for once he’s grateful for the distance that you can’t heart the crazy rhythm it has adopted. You’re the one for him. He knows it, he breathes easier knowing the fact. But the flip-side he worries, worries deeply how would it go seeing you for the first time.

You both had sorted through the heavy stuff that night, exhaustion lingered at the periphery, slowly pulling you in. 

While you slept, Bucky began packing, keeping the video call on and sorting his clothes.

His mum would come by to pick up Alpine, Natasha knew he was arriving. 

On Wednesday afternoon, Steve and Sam came along to drop him at the airport and Peter lost his cool when his two favourite gamers stood in front of him.

He took so many pictures and at Bucky’s request promised not to post them till after he met you.

It was Thursday morning 5 a.m. when they landed. 

Tony had been generous setting them up in business class and a really posh hotel which was somehow a ten minute walk to your house. He wondered how his boss pulled that off.

Bleary eyed and exhausted, they checked in, Peter crashed the minute he saw the bed. Bucky chuckled, the direct flight had him exhausted as well but he needed to check in, maintaining New York Time on the flight was easier, the little free wifi was okay-ish though his presence was scarce. He did tell you the plans were changing since your spying escapade. So that gave him a cover to be in and out of conversations with you.

The soft bed welcomes him and he sends messages to everyone that they reached the hotel safely, evening in New York City, his mum sent over videos of Alpine loving the sunny spot in the living room. 

He opens up his photo album, he would finally have pictures of you taken by his own hand while you were actually in front of him. He smiles, he would have pictures with you.

Your stomach tightens with worry, the entire day feeling off and your jeans’ loop was caught on the door knob and you wanted to scream at the world. University had gone shit. Yet again your group was lousy not following up. 

Natasha was for once trying to have you see the brighter side of things and you wondered if you had woken up in a different universe. 

Classes finally came to an end, you sighed with relief. Bucky had sent in his usual set of memes and texts and you responded to them, his jokes being the only thing that made you smile today.

“Come on.” Nat urges as you drag your feet slowly towards the gate. 

“What?” You question, “Look I had a rough day give me some slack.” 

“I think you will be very happy.” She says grabbing your hand and urging you to walk faster.

You roll your eyes, she probably had plans to drag you home and have a sleep over, only on those days was she this chirpy.

“Oh shoot wait, I forgot my phone.” She clicks her tongue leaving you halfway to the gates near, you shake your head, looking back at her.

“That is what you get for being impatient!” You call out continuing walking backwards, you bump into someone, turning you look up at the tall man, smiling brightly at you.

“Sorry, Bucky.” You say and turn back to face Natasha who has her phone pointed at you with a grin.

Your eyes widen and you turn back to face the man you bumped into, familiar blue eyes gaze warmly at you and he has the Only For My Doll grin.

“Bucky?” You question, eyes brimming with tears.

“Hi Doll.” He grins, watching you, his own eyes glazing over.

“You- am I dreaming? I’m going to be so pissed if I’m dreaming.” You say still frozen in place.

“I think I met you in my dreams once,” He says, his own tears brimming over, “but I’m here now.”

“Bucky,” You cry out, wrapping your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, his comforting scent of pine and soft patchouli washing over you.

“Oh, Doll.” He rests his cheek against your head his arm pulling you close, keeping you pressed against him, soft vanilla fills his senses. 

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, you tilt your head back to look up at him, blinking away the tears.

“I love you.” You say and he cups your cheek.

“I love you.” He says and you cup his cheek.

He leans in, lips brushing against yours, hesitant. You press your lips against his, eyes closed. His hand moves to your waist, as your lips mould together, the kiss filled with emotion and the salty tinge of the shed tears, Bucky pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. As it burns all consuming, igniting everything that he promised, setting ablaze every inch of your skin.

When the two of you pull away panting, goofy smiles on your faces.

“We need to do that again,” he mutters, giving your lips a quick kiss again. You giggle, nodding.

“We need to, yeah.” You hug him again, if this is the reward for a shitty day, you’d go through hundreds of them for Bucky.

“I love you.” He whispers and your hold tightens upon him, his does too. 

“I love you.” You whisper back, pressing a kiss to his chest.

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