Fucking Shit I LOVED THIS FIC IM SO SAD THAT I FINISHED IT SO FAST

Chaotic

relationships: steven grant x avenger!witch!reader, future marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader [gender neutral]

word count: 2.3k

summary: When you move to London you aren't expecting to fall in love. You also aren't expecting an Egyptian god who kind of sounds like Darth Vader to crash your date but that's just your life apparently.

warnings: reader assaults khonshu with bread, enemies to friends w/ khonshu, big bird is kinda rude to steven but u put him in place

a/n: reader uses chaos magic and is also psychic, f/c = favorite color, steven/marc/jake are moon knight but lets pretends the whole harrow/armpit drama hasn't happened yet, can you tell that my biggest writing influence is rick riordan?

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Before you even met Steven, you felt him. 

That sounds odd but your abilities make you constantly aware of others, which can be a lot. Especially in such a bustling city like London. Of course you didn’t read his mind or anything. It’s a common misconception that telepaths just love to read minds but that’s not true. You only use it on enemies for information, if you just went around listening to people's inner thoughts you’d probably drive yourself mad. People are weird. 

All that being said, you decided to go to the London museum, thinking it would be quiet and relaxing. A nice little escape. You didn’t think how overwhelming it would be to be surrounded by history, invading your senses with centuries of stories. Mostly fucked up stories because colonialism. After years of studying magic your mind is like a fortress, but that didn’t stop the artifacts from banging on your mental door. You’re incredibly grateful that you’re able to control your visions now. You do not want to see all this shit first hand.

You manage to stumble into the gift shop, one hand rubbing your temple in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. You sense some kind of power, something looming and ancient. You wonder if it’s from the Egyptian wing you just walked through but this feels more… recent. It’s an odd sensation that isn’t helping your overwhelmed mind at all.

“Are you alright?” A gentle voice acts. Apparently you aren’t doing great at hiding your discomfort. You look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, framed with dark eye bags. He's absolutely beautiful. Like a sleep deprived male model. Before you can answer you find yourself stumbling, dots swimming in your vision. He quickly leaves the counter to grasp your arm with large, gentle hands.

His touch burns through your designer coat (a parting gift from Tony Stark) but not in a bad way. His energy is unique. Fractured but whole. Chaotic but wholesome. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell.” You mumble, trying not to lean into his body. Would it be manipulative if you pretended to faint so he would catch you? No, you’re better than that.

“You sure? Maybe you should sit down. I could get you a drink, or a snack.”

You should tell him that you’re fine but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so genuine. And look at that hair! Would it be weird to touch it? You suppress the urge, managing a polite response, “that sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I think I just need some fresh air.”

“Don’t worry, my boss is always telling me to be more helpful with customers. Lets get you outside, yeah?”

You grin, lidded eyes flicking to his name tag, “thank you, Steven. That’s very kind of you.”

He flashes the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed, making you even more light headed. He keeps his grasp on your arm as he leads you to the exit. You can already feel your mind clearing thanks to the distance between you and the artifacts. Once you’re safely leaning against the wall Steven speaks up, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."

Within a minute he’s back by your side. He presents you a bag of scarab gummies, “here you are.” He pauses for a moment before adding, "I don’t know why we sell these, they weren’t eating stuff like that in Ancient Egypt, were they?

“Thank you.” You smile, finding his rambling adorable. You try not to reaxt when you take the candy from him and his calloused fingers brush your own. “I’m also realizing I never introduced myself, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.”

Before you can stop yourself you mutter under your breath, “you’re prettier.” You watch in horror as he tenses up, ears burning red. “I-I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful, more like it,” he fumbles. Suddenly the gummies are out of your hand, you look down to see them floating above your palms, surrounded by a F/C glow. You quickly snatch them in your hands. Luckily Steven is too busy staring at his shoes in embarrassment to notice.

You clear your throat nervously, catching his attention. “So, do you like working here?” Really? That’s the best you could come up with. You mentally facepalm. He nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, I love history. It would be nice to be a tour guide though. Maybe one day, right?”

You hum in response, shoving some gummies in your mouth before you can ask any other dumb questions. “Do you, um, like your job?” He asks politely.

You pause. So he really doesn’t recgonize you. Not that you consider yourself famous but ever since you joined the Avengers on a few missions you found yourself thrust in the public eye. You meet a lot of fans but people also tend to be… wary of you. Apparently being one of the most powerful magic users on Earth makes them uneasy.

“I work… in security.” That’s technically not a lie. “It can be stressful but I get to travel a lot so that’s fun.”

“Have you ever been to Egypt?”

The childlike excitement in his voice is absolutely adorable. “A few times, yeah. What about you?”

“No, I wish. I’d love to go someday.” He sighs wistfully. “Enough about me though, are you feeling any better.”

His concern makes your heart flutter. “Much.” You grin, shuffling your bag on your shoulder to look for your wallet. “How much were the gummies?”

“They were only a few pounds, don’t worry about it.”

Thoughtful, gorgeous, and polite? You’re convinced Steven was written by a woman. You bite your lip in a way you hope looks flirty. “Well I need to pay you back somehow. What about lunch?”

He freezes, looking at you incredulously. “Are you… asking me out?” Any confidence you had starts to shatter. “I’m trying,” you mumble embarrassed. He shakes his head vehmently, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised! I mean, you’re so beautiful!”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I think you’re beautiful too, Steven.”

His tan cheeks flame. “Thank you.”

“Can I have your number?”

He nods so quickly he reminds you of a bobblehead. You pull out your phone and type in his digits as he tells them to you. “I left my phone in the gift shop but I’ll text you as soon I get inside,” he promises, rocking on the balls of his feet. You grin as you send him a message.

“Stevie!”

A loud, feminine voice makes you both flinch. An aggravated woman pokes her head out the door, popping her chewing gum far too loudly for your liking. “What are you doing out- wait. Are you Y/N L/N?”

Steven looks at you in confusion as you nod with a charming smile. You can tell that she’s Steven’s superior and decide to help him out. “I am. What’s your name, hon?”

“Donna! I’m a big fan. It was so mental when you closed that portal to hell in New Jersey!”

Steven’s eyes become impossibly wider. “Yeah, that was a difficult one.” You reminisce fondly. “Would you like a picture?”

She nods excitedly, pulling out her phone. You take a selfie, trying not to chuckle at her excited gasp when you sling an arm around here. You try to ignore Steven’s bewildered gaze. Hopefully what you’re about to do will make up for your little fib.

“You know Steven here has been very helpful,” you muse after she clicks the photo. She looks at you surprised. You can already tell she doesn’t particularly like the man. “Really?”

You nod with an affirmative hum. “I bet he’s your best tour guide, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he actually works in the giftshop.”

You feign shock. “Really? I was hoping he could give me a private tour sometime,” you pout sadly. Donna hurries to comfort you, “oh, he can do that! I’ve been meaning to promote him anways!”

“That’s great!” You grin, turning your attention back to a very confused brunet. “I’ve gotta go but I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, Steven,” you purr, lightly squeezing his (suprisingly muscular) bicep. He nods dumbly watching you walk down the steps.

“Oi, what were you doing with a bloody superhero?” Donna asks him incredulously, the jealousy clear in her voice.

“Planning a date.” He breathes out softly, still wondering if the interaction was just a dream.

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It’s the day of your date and Steven is ecsatic. Marc and Jake are not. They agree you’re beautiful but are very against the idea of going out with an Avenger, saying it will get in the way of their ‘business’ with Khonshu. But Steven is tired of letting that bloody pigeon influence his life so he ignores all of them, puts on his favorite jumper, and goes to the closest florist shop. And that’s how he finds himself standing infront of you with a boquet of sunflowers.

“These are just beautiful!” You gush, pressing a kiss againt his cheek as you take them. He flushes adorably. You do a quick scan around the park to make sure no one is looking before conjuring a vase with water. Did you do it just to show off? Yes. Yes you did.

You place the flowers in the middle of the picnic blanket. “Now we have a centerpiece,” you hum happily, grabbing the wicker basket you brought. He sits across from you, watching in awe as you pull a variety of noodles, dumplings, rice, and tofu dishes out. Like clowns coming out of a little car.

“Try this,” you offer, handing him one of the containers. “And don’t worry, it’s all vegan.”

He opens it to reveal ball shaped food he recognizes as dim sum. He uses the provided chopsticks to pop one into his mouth, moaning at the combination of steamed vegetables and rich seasoning.

“This is amazing!” You grin in response, working on your own fruit and tofu skewer. “That’s because it’s the real deal. I went on a little trip to Hong Kong this morning.”

He pauses mid bite, resembling a confused chipmunk. You snicker. “I can teleport, remember?” You point at his empty cup, feeling it with juice. “Maybe on our next date I can take you to Egypt?”

He inhales the dimsum in shock, choking loudly. You use your powers to pull the food out of Steven’s throat, looking at him in concern. He quickly swallows the drink you made him.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, aces. Just got a bit too excited.”

“You’re adorable, Steven.”

As the date goes on you open up to each other. He tells you about his DID which you could somewhat sense already. His mind felt different but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You tell him about how you struggled to control your powers and accept yourself. You used to feel like a weapon but you learnt that weapons aren’t always a bad thing, they can be used to protect others. Instead of a nuclear bomb you started seeing yourself as a shield.

For once Steven doesn’t feel like an outsider. He wants to tell you about Moon Knight. He knows you won’t judge him. Just as he begans to build up the courage a booming, gravelly voice rattles in his head.

“Don’t tell her anything, worm!”

You both flinch. A shiver runs through you as your hair stands on end. All your instincts are telling you to get ready for a fight. That sense of ancient power you felt in the museum is back tenfold. “Did you hear that?” You ask Steven.

He looks at you in complete shock. “What?”

“Can the witch hear me?”

“Okay, where is that Darth Vader voice coming from?” You groan, eyes glowing F/C. Your powers mean you’re always aware of your surroundings, you don’t like this sudden uncertainty. Especially not when Steven is at risk.

Suddenly a large mummified being with a bird skull appears behind your date. Because this is what your life has come to apparently. “Can you see me, witch?” Without saying anything you use your abilities to send a roll flying, hitting him square in the beak. He flinches back in surprise. Steven watches on, not knowing if he should laugh or shake in fear. Maybe both.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask sassily. “You’re some kind of deity right? I’m getting Egyptian vibes,” you muse outloud. Despite having no real facial features he manages to look unimpressed. “I thought you had magic, yet you can’t figure out who I am, little one?"

You squint at him for a moment, reaching out your consciousness. “Khonshu? I think I’ll call you cashew.”

“You will not!” He bellows. Poor Steven flinches at the volume but you just purse your lips. “It’s not fun being called stupid nicknames, is it?”

He pauses, tilting his skeletal head at you. “Excuse me?”

“You called Steven a worm. That was very rude,” you huff protectively. “You should really treat your avatar better.”

“You know about avatars?”

“Magic, babe,” you tease, wiggling your fingers as sparks dance between them. “I want to be in Steven's life, and his alter’s if they’ll have me. We’ll be spending time together so we might as well get along, don’t you agree?”

The god nods reluctantly. “I suppose.”

“Good,” you beam up at him. “But if you ever disrespect Steven again we will have words,” you promise in a sickly sweet voice.

Steven looks at you in absolute awe. ‘I changed my mind. I like her,’ Marc speaks in his head. ‘That was fucking hot,’ Jake adds on helpfully. For once the system agrees on something.

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Obscene Behaviour || b.b & s.w

Platonic relationship with Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson and a new mom!reader

Summary: Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you slip your nip out to feed your newborn. Warnings: public breastfeeding (let's normalise it please), bullying WC: 624

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“Wow, look at you.” Sam gushed as he took a seat at the table you were waiting at. “You are absolutely glowing! How’s everything going?”

“Thanks, Sam.” You grinned as he gave you a kiss on the cheek and stole your newborn from your arms. “I’m still adjusting. It’s weird seeing you guys on the news and not being out there in the action.”

“You got something more important now.” He said, gently bouncing your baby boy in his arms and swapping to baby talk. “Isn’t that right, little Sammy?”

“His name is James.” Bucky argued as he arrived and gave you a hug before he took the third seat at your table.

“You’re both wrong.” You laughed as they began to argue with each other until you grabbed the birth certificate from your handbag and placed it between them. “His name is Steven Anthony Y/L/N.”

“No way.” Sam grinned. “That’s a big name to live up to, little man.”

“If anyone can, it'll be him.” Bucky smiled as he grabbed a chubby toe and tickled it. “You doing alright, mama?”

“Could do with a few more hours of sleep a night but I think we are doing pretty good.” You said before a yawn broke out at the mention of sleep.

“We can have him for a night if you need some rest.” Sam offered and Bucky’s head snapped to him with wide eyes.

“We can?”

“I’m not doing it alone.” Sam chuckled. “I’m not as brave as y/n.”

“You might find it a bit difficult, unless you can breastfeed?”

“Last time I checked…no.” Sam said with a shake of his head and looked at Bucky.

“Don’t look at me, these are pure muscle.” He said with a wave over his chest.

As if your infant understood the talk about breastfeeding, he began to cry and you took him back so you could open the discreet slip on your shirt, latching him on. Neither man bat an eyelid as you fed your bub but you could feel a pair of eyes on you and looked around to see a middle aged man staring at your chest. Bucky turned as he saw your eyebrows pinched and his own eyes hardened.

“Hey, you got a problem?”

The man jumped at Bucky’s harsh voice but he recovered quickly and looked down his nose at you. “Some of us are trying to eat here, not be subject to pornographic, obscene behaviour.”

“Pornogr- what the hell is wrong with you, man?” Sam asked seriously. “Some people are trying to eat, including her baby.”

“You don’t see us trying to stop you from stuffing your pie hole.”

You watched with amazement as they both ripped into the man who was turning redder by the second.

“I could see her nipple. It was offensive and distracting.” He gupped as more people were tuning into the conversation.

“I can see your cutlery, I don’t find that distracting.” Sam laughed. “It’s just a nipple, how about not sexualising it, then you shouldn't find it so distracting.”

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head and sat back in his chair as a few bystanders began to pull their phones out and Sam took his shirt off next.

“Oh my god, what are you two doing?” You laughed as they turned their seats around to face the man.

“Distracting him.” Sam smirked. “Look at all these pornographic nipples.”

Bucky smiled at one woman that looked just his type and pointed to his chest. “Is this offensive to you ma’am?”

“No, sir.” She giggled before turning to the man. “You should be ashamed of yourself, if you have the right to eat in a public place, so does this beautiful wee baby.”

A Correspondence of Obligation - Prologue

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: A little angsty but really nothing!!

a/n: Here we goooo!! So so excited to get this series started :))

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My Princess, 

When you refuse to reply to my letters, it only makes me yearn for your words more. I wonder how your penmanship would look on the parchment from your stationary, how your seal would look stamped on the envelope. I wonder how to become deserving of you. 

Is there a method to this madness you put me through? 

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AAAAAHH IM SO FUCKING EXITED GOR THIS MAAAN

Enamored 35 - Sneak Peek

“Just so I got this clear, you want to marry him?”

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Yeah bucky like how can you not want this man next to you when you wake up

Nothing’s more annoying that interrupted morning orgasms 😤 my thoughts are with you

I was wondering if there’ll be a part 2 of Love 'em and Leave 'em 👀

It was a terrible loss and I am still in mourning over the missed opportunity but it is good news for you lovely readers because I will take my sexual frustrations and turn them into some smutty fics.

Love ‘em and Leave ‘em [pt.2] || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mutual masturbation, phone sex WC: ~950

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Your nights had been lonely while Bucky was off on some mission and there was no knowing how long it would be before he returned. Twice you had almost made it to his door before you remembered he wasn’t there and had to leave unsatisfied. It sucked. Safely locked away in your room you had grabbed your vibrator from where it had sat dormant for weeks and growled as you found the batteries dead.

“Uggggh.”

Your frustrated growl echoed in the room and you haphazardly tossed the silicone device away. It seemed like you could not catch a break. You had just opened your laptop and searched for some porn when your phone rang. You frowned at the unknown number and assumed it was a scam considering it was the middle of the night but you answered it anyway.

“Hey, doll.” You could see the smirk on his face just by the tone of his voice and your video loaded at that moment, the unmissable sound of Pornhub’s tune playing on the speakers. “I caught you at a good time I hear.”

“Not quite.” You muttered and reclined back on your pillows with a sigh. “I’m guessing you didn’t call to talk about the mission.”

“Not quite.” He chuckled. “You sound like you could do with some stress relief.”

“I’m trying but someone rudely interrupted me with his call.”

“Maybe I can help, doll.” He purred. “You just gotta start by sliding your pretty panties down those sexy legs….hmm?”

You licked your suddenly dry lips and hummed in agreement as you took them off and tossed them aside.

“You’re already fucking wet, aren’t ya baby.” He chuckled, the sound of his clothes being discarded following yours. “Bet you’re fucking dripping for me. Spread those pretty lips and tell me how wet you are.”

You did as you were told, you finger brushing over your clit with a soft mewl before they dipped between your folds. Your fingers glided easily over the desire that was already leaking from you and you listened to the salacious sounds it made as you gathered it over your fingers.

“Christ, I can hear it from here.” Bucky groaned.

“Do you miss her? How she tastes?” You hummed as you sucked your wet fingers into your mouth and worked your tongue to lick them clean.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He panted as you heard the opening of a bottle and a squirt of liquid before he moaned softly. “I’d have you pressed up against the wall with your legs over my shoulders if I was there, sucking your clit until you scream my name, tasting that sweet cunt until it was overflowing.”

“Oh god, Bucky…” His name fell from your lips as your fingers attempted to please you like he did but it wasn’t the same. “My fingers can’t stretch me like you do.”

“I’ll stretch you nice and good when I get home. You’re gonna feel so fucking tight.” His breath shuddered and you both moaned, your toes curled and you back arched. “Gonna cum in that pretty pussy of yours, doll, fill her up till she overflows.”

Your eyes were fluttering shut as you tried to hold off your release but the bed was starting to quiver with your trembling legs. “Fuck, Bucky, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good girl, now don’t be quiet, I wanna hear you.” He grunted as his hand worked even faster, his grip tightening as your gasps filled his ears. “I don’t want you to stop, not until I say you’re done. Hear me?”

“Mhmm.” You agreed as your mind went numb and your core clenched around nothing, your fingers twirling your sensitive clit as waves of pleasure wracked your body. “Ho-holy shit, Bucky…”

“Keep going babygirl.” He panted as his cock began to throb in his fist and the deep pressure in your pussy grew until your entire body froze, right down to your ability to breathe. “Keep fucking going. Ugh.”

His groan awoke you and the waves of pleasure turned to just waves, your head shoved back in your pillow as liquid gushed from your cunt. You were an incoherent mess as you listened to Bucky’s rapid breathing and it was almost as if he were right beside you as you came down from your high.

“Fuck. Me.” You sighed as your body twitched and spasmed, your eyes wide at the pool of liquid between your legs. “I just fucking came everywhere.”

Bucky’s head fell heavy against the headboard in the cheap motel, his hand slick with his cum that he smeared along his shaft as he lazily stroked himself. You could hear his own soft sounds as he came down from his high.

“I wish I was there with you.” You whispered as you curled onto your side and hugged a pillow, then you realised how that sounded and you cleared your throat. “I can only imagine the mess you’ve made all over yourself, your cock probably still hard just begging to be licked clean.”

He chuckled into the phone as he wiped his hand with a tissue. “I wish you were here too, doll, for no other reason but to have you all to myself.”

“Bucky…” You sighed as you pulled the phone away from your face and slammed your laptop shut, no longer in the mood for what was showing.

“Just hear me out, please.” He asked, water running in the background. “When I get back, all I ask for is one night. Stay with me one night, if you wake up and can’t stand the sight of seeing me on the pillow beside you then fine, your rules win. But it could surprise you.”

“What’s that?”

“You might just like it.”

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natasha romanoff x ftm!reader

request: Can you write a wanda or Natasha x ftm reader fic? I don’t really see any of them

A/N: got another request for specifically wanda x ftm!reader so i’m doing nat for this! she’s so freaking cute 😭

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- no one expected you and natasha to get together

- including you

- she really intimidated you at first

- although she didn’t talk to you much, she enjoyed watching you as you ambled around the tower. she’s a spy, after all

- with your flannels, your bright eyes, and your adorable smile

- you were like a dog

- (i mean in the best way possible, you’re cute you don’t smell like wet dog)

- natasha couldn’t help but feel warm when she saw your charming smile

- and she always laughed at your jokes

- you were usually a goofy, friendly, happy energy around the tower

- and natasha didn’t realize just how much she enjoyed having you around until there was a day devoid of you

- she casually asked clint where you were and he was like “🤨 girl ur bf isn’t here today”

- and he received a glare from her. “just bc we’re two friends who are the opposite gender doesn’t mean we’re a couple, sexist asshole”

- go off bae

- but ummm she did have a crush on you so she went off for no reason

- clint’s a literal spy so he can tell that you guys like each other. he wanted you two to get tf together so he let her in on the fact that you were stowed away in your room today

- she gave him on last glare before leaving for your room. you were laying in bed, under a ton of blankets

- she gave you the cutest little smile :> and tilted her head. “found you.”

- she was surprised when you invited her into bed. you looked so wholesome and tired; she couldn’t refuse. she was laying on her side with her face to yours, her hands tucked under her cheek

- god she was cute. the way she looked at you made your heart swell

- when she asked what had you laying in bed all day, you explained that you felt really dysphoric

- she sighed sympathetically and asked if there was anything she could do

- all you wanted was cuddles tbh

- so you shuffled closer and nuzzled your head into the crook of her neck

- and she hoped you couldn’t hear her heart speed up

- eventually she got more comfortable and started playing with your hair, absolutely glowing when you made little happy noises

- after that, her crush on you got even worse. she couldn’t believe she was letting her emotions get the best of her. she was usually more professional, and she never wanted to complicate things if one of you got hurt, but she had never felt this way before

- she just couldn’t stay away. you were more important than any mission, any concerns about professionalism or detachment—anything

- you two often went on walks in the evening and got take out. usually one of you got sleepy, and you took the food back to one of your rooms, and ate it while watching tv and laughing with each other

- you painted each other’s nails

- and helped each other pick out outfits

- (ur a very bi4bi couple—sorry if ur not bi but that’s a very self insert hc for me)

- you made her feel normal, happy, giddy. around you, she forgot her worries and could completely be herself

- and god she was cute when she was in pj’s in your bed, giggling until she snorted, her hair in a messy braid

- your first kiss happened after you were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, and you simmered down, and you were gazing at her like she was the best thing in the world

- and all she could think was “i love you”

- and you leaned in, and it just felt natural

- you guys are so cute cause ur her golden retriever bf and she’s the badass “i’ll hurt u if u hurt him” gf

- especially if someones transphobic

- she’ll beat their ass

- she didn’t love pda, but kissing each other hello or goodbye became habit at some point

- so one morning when you went into the kitchen, and she was buttering toast, you gave her a quick peck

- i mean how could she resist. you had this sleepy smile on your face and your hair was all messy

- and the members of the team that were in the kitchen were like ummmmm qué?

- she glared and pointed her butter knife at them. “don’t,” she snapped

- clint was about to absolutely burst with i told you so’s, but even he was a little scared of what nat could do with just a butter knife, so he kept quiet

- but his face was so smug anyway

- ufhfhhff whenever u fall asleep on the couch, she puts a blanket over you and kisses your forehead <3

- you’re the only person that can make her flustered or feel shy

- you don’t even realize you do

- when you kiss her cheek in passing and she has that tiny fond smile

- or you hug her from behind and her words fumble and she can’t even remember how to talk

- y’all are just so sweet and open with each other

- she comforts you when you feel dysphoric

- she talks to you about her worries that she would never tell anyone else

- y’all are SOULMATES the end

Baking Lessons (Marc Spector x f!Reader) 18+

Summary: Marc Spector can’t bake, but for you he’ll try. You and Marc bake cookies together… among other things.

Angst, fluff, smut (the big three)

Pairing: Marc Spector x f!reader, hint of Jake Lockley and Steven Grant x f!reader

Warnings: Sad Marc, DID, Oral sex (f receiving), Not edited

A/N: I just think Marc needs some more love, and I’ve been baking to deal with stress. I’m still working on requests, so if you’re waiting for one, it is coming!

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Marc Spector has no idea what he’s doing. There’s an egg about to roll off the counter, and he reaches out and catches it with the instincts of a superhero.

Because that’s what he is - a superhero not a baker. Except that for you he’ll be anyone, do anything. That includes telling Khonshu to fuck off for the night so he can bake chocolate chip cookies and try to have a nice date with you. You who have been talking about these stupid cookies all week but have had no time to make them.

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The Super Soldier Who Loved Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky is concerned that he’s not as romantic as the men in the period dramas that Reader loves.

A/N: This piece is purely self-indulgent and all I can say is that I need Sebastian Stan to be cast in a period drama so I can see him in a puffy shirt. Also Bucky being so soft for reader has my whole heart.

“Oh my god, Buck, this is it! This is my favourite bit!” You said excitedly, slapping his knee repeatedly.

Bucky chuckled at how cute you were before looking up at the screen to come face to face with someone he’d soon deem to be his rival: Anthony Bridgerton.

“And it is not far enough! Do you think that there is a corner of this earth that you could travel to far away enough, to free me from this torment? I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honour; but that honour is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.

You are the bane of my existence…

And the object of all my desires.”

Religiously, you recited the words with Anthony and then dramatically flopped your head into Bucky’s lap. Your boyfriend smiled at you throughout your Oscar-winning performance and began stroking your hair as your eyes were glued to the screen.

“Isn’t that just… ugh. It’s amazing. If I was Kate I’d have collapsed.” You reviewed, squeezing the remote and humming contentedly at Bucky brushing his fingers through your hair.

Bucky frowned, looking up at the screen again. In all seriousness, he hadn’t really been paying attention to Bridgerton. He had returned from a three week long mission in Mexico in the early hours of that morning. There was barely any time for sleep as he was too excited to see you. He had got into bed and cuddled into you, eager for you to wake up and see he was there. When you did eventually waken, you had pinned him down and pressed kisses all over his face. After ensuring he was unharmed and didn’t have any wounds you needed to tend to, you spent hours talking; catching up on what had happened on the mission and informing him of the latest gossip in the compound.

After the late night and lack of sleep, a lazy Sunday afternoon on the couch with his best girl as she watched her comfort show seemed perfect to Bucky. That was, until Anthony Bridgerton reminded him of his incompetence.

Bucky thought it was so endearing and adorable that you loved period dramas and romance. You were such a thoughtful and kind girlfriend. He’d never felt so loved, even back in the 40s when his family were still alive; even by Steve who had risked everything to save him. You had always been different; you were gentle and always knew exactly what to say. It meant that when you did melt at the words of men in your beloved period dramas, Bucky felt a twang of pain that he didn’t have the same vocabulary or eloquence.

When you had made him watch Jane Eyre, he’d clenched his jaw at Mr Rochester as though he was facing up to a Hydra agent when he said: “I have a strange feeling with regard to you, as if i had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. and if you were to leave, i'm afraid that cord of communion would snap.”

Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice was not much better as he confessed his love with: “If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love - I love - I love you.” This had Bucky staring at the screen in wide-eyed disbelief that someone could actually formulate those words in their head. Meanwhile, you were cuddled up to him on the verge of sobbing and saying “isn’t that beautiful?”

He had almost sympathised with Mr Knightley when he explained to Emma “maybe if I loved you less, I could talk about it more.” Bucky had related to that one as this is what he felt about you. Finally, one of these idyllic and charming men understood him.

That was until he remembered how you had squealed earlier in the film when Mr Knightley was so overcome with his love for Emma that he’d stripped himself of his jacket and threw himself on the floor in frustration. You had slapped Bucky’s chest at this point with a “how gorgeous is that scene?” Bucky had concluded based on that, Mr Knightley was not on his side.

He almost felt like he was wasting your time. Bucky was far from the romantic, puffy shirt wearing gentleman who had a gorgeous grasp on the English language that you loved so much.

Bucky looked down at you and tickled the back of your neck a little, wishing he could be better. You giggled and shuffled to reposition yourself on his lap, completely oblivious as to how nervous and insecure Bucky was feeling.

*

“Of course Y/N loves period dramas! She is dating a 106 year old!” Sam laughed hysterically. “The girl has a type, man.”

Bucky grimaced at Sam’s remark. “Yeah but I’m not like them. I love her so much but I don’t know how to say it the way they do.”

Sam shook his head and handed his friend a coffee. “Buck, no one does. We don’t speak Shakespeare nowadays.”

Bucky sipped his coffee thoughtfully, digesting what Sam’s words. Whilst Sam was right, Bucky couldn’t help shake the feeling that he wasn’t romantic enough for you. It had been plaguing his mind that week ever since you’d watched it on Sunday. You had left for a mission on Monday morning and his brain had been doing overtime trying to think of ways to improve his romance game.

“Anyway, I don’t think anyone actually did speak like that in those days. It’s a made up story, Buck. Just dig out your old war uniform and show her a good time that way.” Sam playfully winked and Bucky let out a bashful chuckle.

“I think she is more into the puffy shirts kinda thing.” Bucky responded, anxiously playing with his fingers. “Help me out, she comes back from her mission tonight and I want to surprise her with at least something.”

Before Sam could offer any suggestions, he was cut off by Peter, who had been sitting at the kitchen table with his face buried in a book and listening to music.

“I’m studying Shakespeare in English class right now! I can give you a sonnet to read to her.” Peter smiled, taking his headphones off. Sam and Bucky had assumed he wasn’t paying attention to their conversation but were pleasantly surprised to hear that he was.

Sam folded his arms and looked at Peter for a minute. “You know I think the little spider freak is right.”

“Spider-Man.” Peter corrected.

Bucky thought it over, looking between Sam and Peter. He wanted to show you that he could be romantic the way you needed him to be. Whilst the thought of reading out a Shakespeare sonnet made him feel extremely uncomfortable, the possibility of you reacting to him the way you did for your beloved characters was all the motivation he needed.

“Okay, fine. What have you got, kid?” Bucky asked eventually. Peter frantically looked through the papers on the table and landed on one that was decorated with highlighting, scribbling and notes.

Bucky reluctantly took the sonnet and read it over, knitting his eyebrows together in concentration.

“Look at that cyborg brain go. Taking in all that data?” Sam joked, slapping Bucky’s shoulder. “Remember when you read it out to her, you need to show that emotion and passion, that’s what she’ll want.”

“Yeah,” Bucky said with a frown. “Got it.”

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Bucky smoothed down the puffy shirt he’d bought for the occasion with his vibranium hand. He wanted to dress the part while he read out the sonnet and give you the full experience you had no doubt dreamed of. However, he did think it wise to not share this part of the plan with Sam otherwise he’d never have heard the end of it. The shirt felt a little gratuitous but he was sure you would like it and that was all that mattered.

The super soldier was shaking with anxiety. He could go into dangerous missions stealthily and unfazed. But his nerves were getting the better of him now as he recited the sonnet once more under his breath. Desperately, he tried to inject some passion into his performance but he couldn’t relate to the words in front of him. They weren’t nearly as special enough for you. He cringed at the words but continued to try and memorise them nonetheless.

When you got back to the compound, you wasted no time in rushing upstairs to Bucky’s room. You opened the door, slung your duffel bag off your shoulder and started to remove your tactical jacket before freezing at the sight of Bucky in a puffy shirt. Perhaps you were tired from the mission or just jet lagged but you didn’t question his attire. Instead, you enjoyed the view of your tough super soldier boyfriend wearing one of those romantic and gorgeous shirts that clung to his broad shoulders perfectly.

“Baby, I have to say I have dreamed about you wearing one of those shirts but now I’ve seen it in person… wow.” You took him in for a second before hungrily stalking over and tugging at the shirt. “This was a lovely surprise to come home from a mission to.”

Bucky looked down at what you were doing and moved your hands away, chuckling at you.

“We can do that later, Doll. There’s something I want to say first.”

“Okay, I’m all ears.” It wasn’t until this point that you noticed he was nervous and holding paper in his hand. Bucky put his hands on your shoulders and manoeuvred you so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed and he was standing facing you.

You folded your arms and raised your eyebrow at him expectantly. Bucky inhaled deeply and stared down at the paper. Eventually, he scrunched the paper up and stuck it in the pocket of his trousers. You deserved better than someone else’s words. You deserved him to at least try and use his own.

“Okay, Doll, so the thing is, I know you love it in those period dramas when the hero-“

“I wouldn’t exactly call Anthony Bridgerton a hero, babe.”

“Well, okay, when the main guy makes this grand romantic gesture or speech to a woman. And all I can say is that I don’t know how to use flowery language or where to start with making big gestures. What I do know is that you’re my hero. You’re the best girlfriend I could ever have hoped for, you make me feel so loved and so safe. I love that you play with my hair when I’m anxious. I love that you take care of me when I have a panic attack or a nightmare. I love that you leave me little notes and that you give me gentle kisses all the time. I love you, Y/N. And I wish I was better with the pretty words or the expression of love but I just want you to know I’m trying to be better, for you. All I want to do is make you feel as happy and safe as you make me feel.”

The words replayed over and over in your head as you stared up at your boyfriend who was now shaking like a leaf after pouring his heart out. Yes, it didn’t have the same gallant polish as Anthony Bridgerton or Edward Rochester or Fitzwilliam Darcy; but you didn’t care. Despite what Bucky had thought, he’d actually done the big gesture he had deemed himself incapable of. He had taken something so dear and important to you and paid respect to it by wearing the shirt and trying to deliver a romantic speech to make you happy. It was perfect, truly perfect.

The gesture rendered you speechless which didn’t help Bucky’s nerves. He was quivering, waiting for your response until you got up from your spot and wrapped your arms round his neck, pulling him close. He concluded that this meant you were happy with his speech and started to feel secure again, slowly putting his hands on your waist to ground himself. He buried his head into your neck and pressed some light kisses to your soft skin.

“That was beautiful, Bucky, thank you.” You whispered and kissed the side of his head repeatedly. “You’re more of a romantic than you thought.”

“You think so?” He hummed against your neck, taking in your scent that he’d missed while you were away.

“I know so.” You asserted. “That was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Bucky couldn’t help but grin and feel proud of himself. He squeezed your waist and pulled you as close to him as humanly possible. You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging little circles in all the spots on his scalp that you knew brought him comfort. Both of you absorbed the moment, slightly swaying from side to side, exchanging I love you’s and other sweet nothings.

“Now,” you chuckled after a couple of minutes and grasped a handful of the material of the shirt at Bucky’s back. “As much as I love this on you, I want it off.”

I feel like killing myself right now !!!

Signed Away: Part 9

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader Series

Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plently angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Notes/Warnings: typos, i’m sure, cursing, fluff, eventual smut, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships, use of the word ‘whore’.

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