Sad Headcanon: Oliver’s main reason for learning how to cook so well was because he knew how bad a cook Felicity was, and after everything that she’d done for him, he wanted to take care of her. This was his way.
Now he doesn’t cook at all anymore.
Because he doesn’t have her to cook for.
You can’t help but stare in amazement. You’ll admit it, you’re freaking out just a tiny bit. You turn to Bruce, because you just can’t think of your husband as Batman. Even with the cowl, yhe cape, and the armor, “Okay this place is amazing. It needs some work, but it’s amazing.”
Dick comes flipping by a moment later, “What are you talking about Mom? This place is great. There’s a ton of room, and have you seen this computer system?”
You smile, “Yes, it is amazing. But it just needs a few homey touches, especially if people are going to be living here.”
Dick grins, and you wish you could see his eyes, “You planning on booting me out?”
You pull him in for a hug, noting how much he’s grown in the past few years. He’s short for his age group, but he’s not that skinny little kid anymore. It makes you just the tiniest bit sad, your little boy is growing up.
He hugs you back, squeezing extra tight, and as always you wait for him to let go first. Then he’s cartwheeled out of the room a second later. You turn to Bruce and say, “That kid has entirely too much energy. We’ve got to cut out the sugar cereal or something.”
Bruce’s arms surround you from behind, and his voice takes on its normal tone, “Alfred only lets him have sugar once in a blue moon.”
Your hands cover his, “You’re right. It must be those chocolate bars you slip him when Alfred isn’t looking.”
Bruce just chuckles before kissing your cheek, “Have I mentioned how nice you look in your mask?”
You turn to face him, “Not yet,” You kiss him.
“Well, you look amazing. It’s very Batmom.”
“Well that’s what I was going for with the jeans, and the sweater, and the boots, and of course the mask.”
He kisses you one more time, before pulling back and putting some distance between you. A moment later the loud speaker comes on and announces J’onn, Ollie, Arthur, and Barry. You greet each of them with a smile, and a hug. The leaguers had long become regular house guests at the manor.
“Alright, where are the kids? Where’d you hide them?”
Barry just laughs as he picks you up and spins you around with a wink. You can almost feel Bruce’s glare at the man, “They’re just behind us, J’onn is keying them in now.”
You can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face, “Good to know. I can’t wait to meet them.”
“Let’s see if you’re saying that after the first week,” Ollie teases.
You ignore the comment, “Any word from Roy?”
The look in his eyes tells you everything, you just give him a sad smile, and say, “He’ll come around eventually. It’s just growing pains right now. He needs a little independence. It happens with all teenagers.”
Ollie just nods as the computer announces the arrival of the kids. You bring two fingers to your mouth and let out a shrill whistle, and a moment later Dick comes running in. He skids to a halt right in front of the Zeta tube.
You smile as you watch him interact with the team. He’s never been all that great at making friends with the kids at his school. They simply come from two different worlds, so it’s nice to see him joking around with kids his own age.
When Superboy and M’gann come into the room, you quietly slip out of the room as Bruce begins the informational session. You begged him to not be too harsh. You make yourself at home in the kitchen. You’d ordered a ton of materials and cooking utensils. You do your best to start organizing things.
You keep yourself busy until the gaggle of kids comes in. You laugh to yourself as Wally and Dick fight for M’gann’s attention. They don’t seem to notice you until you purposefully drop a pan. The kids all jump as they turn to face you, and you just smile. “So what’re you kids up to?”
Wally’s eyes brighten as they land on you “Aunt …” He stops just short of saying your name and turns to Dick for help.
Dick just grins, “Guys, this is my mom. Codename Batmom.”
As you expected, Wally bursts into laughter “Please tell me the big bad bat thought of that.”
One hand goes to your hip, as you do your best to harden your expression “No, Wallace West, I did. You know how the big bad bat feels about secret identities.”
He sobers up at that statement “Sorry Aunt Batmom, please don’t take away the sugar cookies.”
“Sugar Cookies?” Kaldur asks
Dick cuts in before Wally can “Mom loves to bake. She can’t cook to save her life, but she sure can bake.”
“Her sugar cookies are the best.” Wally add
Dick just shrugs “I like her double chocolate chip chunk cookies the best. But she has tons of different recipes and she’s always trying new recipes. And if you do your homework, and keep your grades up, she’ll let you lick the bowl.”
You ruffle Dick’s hair. “Speaking of which don’t you have an Algebra test on Friday.”
“I got it covered mom.”
“I know. So, what are you kids up to?”
“I was going to show everyone the bio ship.”
You face J’onn’s niece. “You must be M’gann. It’s so nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
Then you turn to Kaldur, “You must be Kaldur. Robin’s told me a lot about you. And you must be Superboy.”
Kaldur greets you with the same reserved emotion his mentor had, and Superboy just nods. You can’t help but smile as they walk away, chatting, and laughing.
About an hour later, a hand slides across your hip. Smiling you turn to face Bruce. “You’re not wearing your cowl; doesn’t that go against the batcode? Do I have to write you a citation?”
He smiles “All of the cameras have been turned off.”
Your arms slip around his neck, as his wrap around your waist, and you kiss him “Well as long as we’re protected.” The kiss is interrupted a moment later by a loud alarm, and then Bruce is pulling away, and pulling his cowl back over his head, before he breaks into a sprint. You’re rushing after him not even a second later.
The two of you stop in the main cavern, where a screen shows all of the kids versus a robotic suit. “Bruce, what’s going on?”
“They took the ship out, and Red Tornado picked up a tripped alarm and sent the team after it. They’re not faring too well. I’ll …”
You place a hand on his arm, stopping him mid-sentence “How much danger are they in?”
Bruce hesitates for a moment before saying, “The danger level is low, and Tornado is nearby.”
You smile and say, “And they’ll have more dangerous missions than this one I’m guessing?” After a second he nods, “Then give them a chance, Bruce. You said it yourself, they have to learn to work as a team.”
Bruce relaxes into your touch, before saying, “I’m not there if something goes wrong.”
You go up on your toes to kiss his cheek, “You can’t always be there when something goes wrong. It’s better to let them get their feet wet when the situation isn’t dire.”
There’s a moment of silence before Bruce asks, “How in the world are you staying so calm right now? Whenever Dick comes home with a scratch you threaten to make me sleep on the couch.”
You cuddle into his embrace, “I just realized that Dick is growing up. He’s not eight anymore. I have to let him grow up, and in the meantime I will put all my fear and worry into my baking. Any special requests?”
Bruce just smiles, “Peanut butter, please.”
You kiss him one more time, “You got it Batman. I’ll even save a beater for you to lick later.”
He just smiles and says, “Sounds good, I’ll let you know when everything is done.”
You thank him and make your way back to the kitchen. You start in on three different batches of cookies. You’ve just put them into the oven when Bruce lets you know that all the kids are okay, and that he’s heading back to Gotham for the night. You send him on his way with a peanut butter cookie beater.
The kids storm the kitchen just as you’re pulling the cookies out of the oven. You set the cookies down on the table and listen as they chat about the mission. After they’ve cleared out the cookies, you set down the batter covered bowls. It’s as you’re rinsing the bowls and putting them in the dishwasher that M’gann approaches you, “Those cookies were amazing.”
You can’t help but smile, “Thank you. I’m glad you liked them,” There’s a moment of silence, before you ask, “Would you like me to show you how to make them?”
When her eyes light up you know that you’ve made the right choice in offering, “Really? That would be amazing! Are you sure you have the time?”
When she starts to float, you know that even if you didn’t have the time, you would have made the time, “I have more than enough time. How’s Wednesday sound?”
“That sounds perfect! Anytime is fine too! I have nothing going on.”
“It’ll have to be around four, is that okay?”
Her squeal of excitement lets you know that it’s perfect, and you leave the room when you’re done, allowing the kids their privacy. You wait for Dick in the lounge area. When he comes through, by himself, you smile, “All done for the day?”
He just smiles and sits down next to you, “Yeah, we’re done for the day. Thanks for the cookies by the way.”
You wrap an arm around his shoulders and give a squeeze, “I was happy to do it.”
“M’gann is really excited about the whole baking thing too.”
You laugh, “Yeah, I could tell,” There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I also noticed how your cheeks got just this hint of red whenever she talked to you.”
You just laugh and say, “Come on Boy Wonder, let’s go home. Agent A will have dinner on the table soon, and then there’s patrol tonight.”
Dick bounces off the seat and begins running towards the zeta tube, “Well then, let’s go. It’s Tuesday, that means a steak.”
she’s the physical embodiment of the expression “there’s no such thing as owning too many dresses”
or shoes, for what it matters
and never such a thing as “too much pink”, either
she loves to share recipes with jacob, so she can do them with magic
her favourite subject was charms, and her least favourite was potions, because her teacher was so boring
she was, anyway, in the top of all her classes, she’s an exceptionally gifted witch
she is fascinated with the no-maj world, and she’s always asking jacob about how every little thing works
she’s incredibly good with numbers
she might have this slight crush on seraphina picquery and she’s terrified of trying to read her mind
but it’s easier to read minds when people are hurt, and that’s why graves’ mind it’s so easy for her to read now
she learned how to cook out of necessity after their parents passing, but she loves it so much now (and tina can’t cook to save her life)
“i know teen!! newt’s freckles are the cutest thing!!!” “i told you to stop reading my mind, queenie!”
she loves to tell credence stories about her time in ilvermorny, her classmates, her teachers, her classes… (credence’s favourite story is the one about one dancing ball, in which queenie felt so overwhelmed by people asking her as a date, that she went by herself)
the easiest mind for her to read inside of macusa is abernathy’s and queenie thinks there’s a limit in how many times you can think about percival graves a day
in her last year of ilvermorny most of her teachers tried to pressure her to become an auror, like her sister did, but queenie refused, too many unpleasant thoughts, she would have lost her mind
”mister graves, i brought you some coffee” “…i didn’t ask for any coffee.” “i know!”
she likes her job, it’s easy and fun, she catches the best gossips, she can wear the cutest dresses and always knows what’s going on in the macusa building and she’s always home on time
- Cait is the token ‘hot mom’, would definitely burst into the school like a hurricane if she found out her child was being bullied and demand the principal got up off their fat corporate funded ass to do something about it, if they didn’t she’d go to the kids houses and ask to fight the fucking parents, wouldn’t be able to cook to save her fucking life so your prime source of nourishment would be pizza she ordered (she’d be cool about it and let you pick whatever toppings you want), bedtime would be nonexistent and vague and she’d pretty much just tell you to go to sleep whenever she figures out it’s actually pretty late, you’d find her the next morning passed out on the couch with a bag of pretzels tucked into her side, ‘sex ed’ mom who all your friends come to for help even before the actual sex ed teacher or their parents, everyone’s kind of scared of her so you don’t really have to worry about anyone bullying you, let you have your first sip of alcohol, once you get older lets you have some drinks as long as you stay in the house bc she knows kids always find a way to drink, when you wanna try out for a sports team she helps you work out and trains with you, when you go on your first date and they come to pick you up she glares a hole into their head but tries to be polite bc you’re her fucking baby, gives you the coolest hand-me-down clothes
- Hancock, ‘the Cool Dad’, one time you came home in tears after getting dress coded in Jr. High and he was genuinely flapperghasted (’you look fine? The fuck you mean they said ‘you were distracting the boys’?? You’re eleven???), busts into the school and gives the principal AND the teacher who dress coded you the scare/tongue lashing of their fucking lives, lets you wear whatever you want within reason, takes you shopping and if you pick up something weird that tangibly no one else would wear he looks at you dead serious and says ‘i love it.’, the ‘fuck yeah stick it to old people while eating cereal in his jammies’ dad, totally respects and adores your rebellious phase bc you’re teaching yourself that the system is corrupt, always went to all your daddy/daughter or father/son dances and events and scared the shit out of all the other parents despite being the friendliest person there, picks you up from school blasting rock music and takes you to get ice cream after a game/performance/bad day, ‘auntie fahrenheit’ who comes to visit and always stays up watching true crime and law and order with you, she teaches you practical self defense as opposed to hancock’s ‘here’s a knife stab em until they drop’ take on it, occasionally picks you up from school to go play laser tag with hancock and all their friends, has an entire hanse of friends who all think you are a fucking angel and would probably die for you, he helps you clean up after a wild party so your other parent doesn’t find out, when you come home drunk as a fucking skunk he makes you a sandwich gets you some gatorade and tucks you into bed only promptly to wake you up at 6AM to mow the lawn to teach you a valuable lesson, when your first date comes to pick you up he greets them in his signature ‘hancock’ coat draped over his jammies eating chocolate rice krispies with a ‘sup dude’ no matter what gender they are much to your utter embarrassment, always the first to hug you after someone breaks your heart
I kinda put my own skew on this, but I hope the prompter (and everyone else!) enjoys it regardless.
As with everything I post, I have grand plans to add onto this and give it more oomph. So you’ll have to pardon the abrupt ending - I could think of literally nothing to add that wouldn’t have meant another 10k words…
Unbeta’d and written over a month, late at night in between uni assessments. I can’t vouch for the quality of this fic, but I had a ton of fun writing it :)
Promt : Really fluffy warren x reader for Valentines? Maybe Playing off the whole cupid joke with warren.
The metal winged creature had a beautiful valentine’s day planned for his beloved (y/n). He had stayed up for weeks on end planning this in advanced. First he was gonna make her breakfast in bed, then he was going to take her out to see Beauty and the Beast the play, and finally snuggle up to her favorite movie (y/f/m), after eating dinner of course.Warren was excited to say the least so he set his alarm and awaited tomorrow, but what he didnt know was that (y/n) had planned out a day for him too.
Warren woke up with a smile on his face, ‘Time to head to the kitchen and whip up my favorite girl some pancakes, fruit salad, lemonade, and a chocolate heart to top it off.’
He walks into the kitchen and starts on his cooking, he smiles, as he get out the ingredients for the chocolate chip pancakes,and thinking of the wonderful day they are going to have together. Once he finishes cooking he puts everything on a serving tray and walks to (y/n)’s room. Slowly he goes to knock on the door after a minute of waiting he decides to go in so he opens the door and flips on the lights only to see no one in the bed.
‘The seems odd normally (y/n) is sleeping til ten it’s only seven in the morning, Maybe she is in the restroom?’ Warren sets the food on her dresser and knocks on the bathroom door to find no answer so he opens the door to no avail, no one is in there.
‘Where could she be?’ He runs down the hall looks in the living room, he looks for a good ten minutes before giving up and going back to his room, ‘so much for breakfast in bed.’
Warren walks into his bedroom to see his bed made with fast food and his girlfriend (y/n) sitting on it waiting patiently.
“So this is where you were hiding, my love?” Warren says as he wraps his arms around he waist and puts his head in the crook of her neck.
“Yeah I brought you breakfast.” (y/n) says smiling feeling the proud sensation that she actually got up early to buy this from mcdonalds for It is a well known fact that she cannot cook to save her life and she doesn’t really feel like poisoning her boyfriend with he cooking skills.”
Well.. I guess we eat but um before anything else I got you..” Warren holds up two tickets to the play. (Y/n)s face fell. Warren took a notice to the change in her reaction, his own face falling as well.
“What’s the matter is this not the play you have been begging me to see with you?” He says as he grabs her hands and looks into her eyes with the most pleeding of faces.
“NO no no no, they are its just I kinda bought tickets for that MMA turnament you wanted to go see.. Which is also tonight.” (y/n) says looking down feeling even more stupid then ever. Warren hugs her knowing it is just the thing she needed.
“Love its the thought that counts how bout we give tickets to peter knowing him he doesn’t have a date.” Warren suggests.
I had promised some KakaSaku but this is totally not what I had in mind. Either way, i do hope ya’ll enjoy it!
He could not lose another person. It had taken
so much to let anyone back in. Unknowingly, she had slipped through the walls
he put up. It was pointless trying to push her out. She brought light into his
heart, something that had been lacking for most his life.
His lungs were screaming, yet
he could not force air to reach them. Kakashi had been running for the last
three hours, pushing it towards four. Just a little bit longer.
He had just returned from a
simple mission and was briefing Tsunade when they got word that a certain
Konoha shinobi had peaked the interest of a group of highly dangerous rogue nin,
all listed in the Bingo book. Their plan was to abduct her, but who knows what
sick, twisted plans they had in store for her. There was no way he was going to
sit back and let them take her away from Konoha, from him. He was out of the
door before Tsunade could finish her name.
If a girl likes makeup.
If a girl hates makeup.
If a girl loves to cook.
If a girl can’t cook to save her life.
If a girl loves to wear dresses.
If a girl has never worn a dress in her life.
If a girl likes girls.
If a girl likes boys.
If a girl likes nobody.
If a girl has short hair.
If a girl has long hair.
If a girl likes to cover up.
If a girl likes to dress down.
If a girl likes shaving.
If a girl never shaves.
But it’s not ok to tell a girl she has to do a certain thing to be normal. It’s not ok to tell a girl she shouldn’t do something because it’s a guys thing. It’s not ok to tell a girl who she can’t and can like. It’s not ok to push a girl into a certain mould so she can be socially acceptable. It’s not ok to tell a girl she has to lose weight to be able to fit men’s standards. It’s not ok to control which subjects is or isn’t allowed to study.
Let a girl make her choices like any other boy would.
Hello new Overwatch imagines blog! You seem cool, and I'm excited to see some more content from you! Can you maybe do some overall relationship headcanons with Pharah and Prefall Morrison(separately would be preferred)? Thank you, I hope you're having a lovely day.
Aw, you’re so sweet! :3 Also thank you so much for be specific-I am easily confused due to second guessing and overthinking! ^^’ I hope you enjoy this!
* Although serious and professional on the outside, Pharah is actually a really fun person to hang out with
* She also has quite the sense of humor and knows how to laugh at herself and others without being rude
* Will almost never do impressions or anything to be funny but
* She can come up with the perfect pun for any occasion
* Puns 24/7
* There are absolutely no secrets in this relationship
* From a secret she’s never told anyone to what book she’s currently reading-she tells you everything
* You’re her safe place
* And she’s always 100% honest
* Note that due to her loyal nature she’s faithful
* But is usually blunt and straightforward when it comes to serious things
* She’s pretty chill and likes just sitting on the couch with tea reading a book, watching a movie, talking, or just anything as long as it’s with you
* Usually Pharah is pretty laid back and likes to have relationships be as undemanding as possible
* But she is a bit of a hypocrite since she can be a little over the top with even the smallest things
* From an amazing Valentines Day with the finest chocolates, softest teddy bears, prettiest music, and nicest hotels to just holding all the bags when you both go shopping
* She’s really just a sweetheart
* If she’s tall enough (and she probably is) she likes to hug you from behind and rest her head on top of yours
* Being adventurous, she likes to do crazy things with you
* Skydiving, bungee jumping, anything honestly
* Teaching you to use a jet pack was one of the first things she did and she likes to fly around with you
* Some couples go for drives
* You guys go jet packing
* She can’t cook to save her life so I hope your culinary skills are excellent
* Otherwise it’s takeout
* Which usually ends up in her failing at trying to use chopsticks
* But she can make the best tea, coffee, or any other drink
* Likes to sleep facing away from you but with your back touching
* Nose kisses are her favorite
* Gives amazing back rubs
* Overall, a super fun girlfriend that makes you her priority
* He’s a little old fashioned
* Opens doors for you, holds your bags, takes your hat and coat when you walk in, etc.
* Chivalry isn’t dead
* Extremely selfless and would do practically anything for you
* Enjoys walks in the park, movies, and dinner
* Also note that if you ever brought home any animal he would scold you a little and demand that they take it back tomorrow but the next day he’d be the one begging to keep it
* Hides his shyness and social awkwardness behind a mask of confidence
* So it took him a lot to be able to talk to you but when he finally did he seemed calm about it
* Always tries to show off in front of you
* Which has resulted in a few minor injuries
* Enjoys playing hero whether is getting things from a top shelf or scaring off creeps
* Probably met him when there was a creep trying to make a move on you and he intervened by pretending to be your boyfriend
* Which he apologized for afterwards
* Then you both probably became best friends which led to this relationship
* Probably you both confessed at the same time during on of your late night talks
* “Tell a secret on 1…2…3…”
* That kind of thing
* Actually really good a cooking but hates to cook
* But you can usually persuade him with those puppy dog eyes, he can’t resist them
* Likes to listen to music while he cooks which usually results in you both dancing in the kitchen
* Which has caused several meals to burn
* An early riser but will usually end up just watching you sleeping because he loves you so much
* Morning make outs happen quite often
* Will usually have you sit on his back while he does push-ups
* Or spot him while he lifts
* He loves to do that thing where your shoulders touch while watching a movie
* His favorite sleeping position with you is the honeymoon hug
* He isn’t the type to go over the top with anything but still keep it sweet
* He pretty much does care what you want to do as long as he’s with you
* Overall, he’s the kind to make the best out of any situation just so he can see you smile
Hope you enjoyed!
Lena busily walked through her kitchen, her eyes glancing every now and then towards her clock. She had 20 minutes to finish preparing dinner and get properly dressed. She glanced down at her vintage Beatles t-shirt and black leggings. Yep this is totally date worthy apparel she thought with a silent laugh. Alas, she didn’t even have 5 minutes before she heard a knock at her door.
“Come in!” She called, not thinking about how she looked before the words left her mouth. The door opened and Widow stepped in. She had her hair in a casual ponytail that swung like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. Her choice of apparel was similar to Lena’s from their first date except instead of a dress shirt it was simply a nice white t-shirt.
“I’m sorry that I’m early but I didn’t want to be late” Widow said with an apologetic smile. She held a bouquet of blood red roses in her hands. Lena blinked and practically bounced over to her.
“It’s okay” Lena said with a quick smile as Widow handed the bouquet over to her. She quickly looked around her semi-neat apartment for a vase or something to put the flowers in. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a lonely looking clear vase sitting dangerously close to the edge of her coffee table. After placing the flowers in the vase she suddenly remembered she was still cooking.
Widow held back a laugh as the girl practically sprinted towards the stove. “What are you cooking?” Widow asked as she walked slowly towards the kitchen. She took in the sight of the girl’s apartment. Items were arranged haphazardly on shelves and bookcases and she glanced at the bedroom door that was slightly ajar.
“Uh” Lena stole a quick glance at the skillet that was on one of the burners. “Well” She lifted what looked like a patty of some kind with a frying pan, “it’s burnt” She blinked like a confused child at the patty like item.
Widow smiled and rested her chin on her hand. “So I guess we aren’t going to eat then” She laughed when Lena looked at her with a sheepish expression on her face.
“I could always order some take out? Or I could order a pizza? I know it’s not as nice as what you’d expect but I’m sorry” Lena rambled on and on about how she couldn’t cook to save her life and how sorry she was.
“Lena, Lena, Lena!” Widow shouted, Lena stopped mid-sentence and looked at her in confusion.
“Oh sorry! I was rambling” Lena mumbled and glanced at her feet.
“Hang on” Widow cut her off before she could start again. “Don’t worry! I don’t care if you supposedly can’t cook! To be honest pizza sounds a lot better than what you were originally going to make” Widow offered her a caring smile that seemed to relax Lena a bit more.
Lena nodded and a smile slowly returned to her face, practically lighting up the room. “Well if you want pizza then I’ll need to know what you like it with!” Lena grinned as she walked towards her phone that sat on the gray counter top.
“I like all toppings” Widow shrugged and walked after her. Lena, taking note of this, nodded and dialed the number for the local pizza delivery place.
“Hello! Can I have a large pepperoni pizza?” Lena asked into the phone. The creaky voice of what sounds like a teenage boy could be heard as he asked for the address. “30 minutes? Okay!” Lena grinned and hung up before turning towards Widow.
“A large?” Widow raised an eyebrow. “Are you that hungry?” She teased.
“Oh shut it” Lena’s ears turned red in embarrassment as she looked shyly at her feet.
Widow smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of the girls head before she glanced at the couch. It appeared to be clean. “Lena?” Widow turned towards her.
“Yeah?” Lena looked up at her.
“Where is the restroom?” Widow asked and Lena pointed towards a door that was right beside the bedroom door. Widow thanked her quickly before walking in, locking the door and leaning against the wall with a small smile on her face.
“She’s too cute” She whispered with a soft laugh that she prayed Lena could not hear. Widow was already starting to fall for the small, bubbly, British girl with the spiky brown hair and warm eyes. She hadn’t felt like this about anyone ever since she assassinated her husband, Gerard Lacroix.
Lena paced in the living room nervously as she watched the clock, listening to its every tick and click. Her stomach growled at the thought of food coming any minute now.
Widow stepped out of the bathroom to see a pacing Lena. “Lena? What’s the matter?” She queried, her head tilted a fraction of an inch to the side.
Lena practically jumped two feet when she heard Widow. She had zoned out completely and forget she was there. “Oh nothing!” Lena smiled. “I am just really really hungry” She giggled.
Widow couldn’t help but smile. This girl was the definition of adorable at times. “Told you s-” Her sentence was abruptly cut off by the sharp crack of knuckles on a door.
“I got it!” Lena bounded towards the door and opened it to reveal a curly haired boy that looked to be about 22. “Thanks!” She grinned as she dug into her wallet for the twenty dollars needed.
“Cool shirt” The delivery boy said after taking in Lena’s appearance from her wild hair to her sock clad feet.
Lena grinned as she looked up. “Thanks! They’re a great band aren’t they?” She pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill.
The boy nodded happily. “What’s your favorite song by them?” He leaned against the doorway with a look on his face that made Widow narrow her eyes.
“Hey Jude” Lena smiled. She had practically memorized the lyrics.
“No way! Me too!” He took the bill from her hands and stuck it in his pocket. “Maybe you and I could grab a bite to eat tonight? My shift ends in 10!” He looked at her with a hopeful twinkle in his sky blue eyes.
Lena’s smile wavered just a bit and Widow suddenly stepped out of th shadows with narrowed yellow eyes. “Sorry love I’m already on a date as we speak?” Lena didn’t even glance behind her as she jabbed a finger in Widow’s direction.
The boy blinked, realizing that Lena was that type of girl. “Oh um well have a nice date you two” He blinked and walked off as Lena closed the door with a soft click.
Lena balanced the greasy box on the palm of her hand as she walked towards the counter. After depositing the box on the counter top she grabbed two clean plates from a cabinet above the stove. “How many slices?” She turned her head towards Widow who held up a single finger, a universal sign for one.
Widow thanked her for the pizza and took a careful bite out of the still warm slice. Sauce dripped onto her chin and she quickly wiped at it with a paper towel. The pizza was actually pretty decent.
For a few minutes the only sounds they emitted were those of chewing and swallowing. Until finally Lena looked up and said, “Widow, I really need to tell you something” Something about the tone of her voice and her facial expression told Widow that this wasn’t going to be some silly joke.
Widow gestured for her to continue with a simple wave of her hand.
“Widow I know this is our what second date? Yeah pretty sure” Lena paused to think, “yep second date I was right the first time.” Lena grinned triumphantly to herself. “Anyways I really, really like you Widowmaker” Lena looked down bashfully.
Widow smiled and tilted her head up. “Don’t worry chèrie, I like you too” Lena looked at her with such a joyous expression that Widow couldn’t help but kiss her right there and then.
After what seemed like hours but was a mere 30 seconds, the two parted with the same breathless expression from the previous date.
After a few seconds of staring at each other’s the faces Widow pulled her head back. Lena frowned and tilted her head, “What’s the matter love?” She was now sitting on the counter next to the pizza box.
“Nothing nothing it’s your so cute” Widow laughed to herself that she that she said this out loud for the first time to anyone.
Lena’s ears and cheeks turned a similar shade of red as she looked at her, “Oh shut it. I’m not” She looked down at her hands.
“No trust me you are” Widow smiled as Lena tilted her head down so their lips met again.
Tony would want to only the best of the best doctors, nurses, medicine, and techniques when he found out you were ill. Tony would cancel all his meetings, work and parties (well almost all of them, because he is Tony Stark after all) But he will have your undivided attention. He would also have robots and J.A.R.V.I.S or F.R.I.D.A.Y being your robotic servant to get you what ever you want. When Tony stays with you he will try (and fail) to tell you jokes and funny stories, and when that fails he will just sit with you and watch whatever you want to (with Tony talking through the entire film).
Steve would be old fashioned when it came to you being sick, chicken soup, with you tucked up in bed, not allowed to go outside, not even out of bed. He would stay in bed with you all the time (except when he has to go on missions, which does hurt him because he doesn’t want to leave you when your sick) But when he gets back he always brings you something back to say sorry. The gift can depend on how sick you are, or where he went to. Steve tells you stories of his time in the war and occasionally gets Bucky to tell some stories with him, also he likes to draw with you and at times Steve likes to draw you and he always get so embarrassed when you ask to Steve to show you the drawing, which is adorable.
Natasha wasn’t a doctor, she doesn’t know how to make you better. Natasha was a assassin, she knew how to kill you in a million different ways. Which is why she got a bit worried when you fell under the weather. Of course she never showed it, she his it extremely well, under a tough, annoyingly overprotective mother like behaviour. But it did come with a good side. Natasha would cancel all the missions she could to be with you and look after you, Natasha couldn’t cook to save her life (well American meals at least) but she knew some amazing old fashioned Russian recipes that she used to make herself when she was a child. But at the same times she perfectly understood if you wanted to be on your own or if you wanted a break from her mothering, she would understand. (She`d understand, but not listen).
Thor was from Asgard, so he didn’t understand our earth illness, so he didn’t have a single clue what to do (well not on earth anyway) so he whisked you off to Asgard. Because he knew how to help you there. Once you got there, as usual Thor`s farther Odin, was hesitant at first and even refused. But his mother Frigga welcomed you with open arms, so with the help of Thor she did all they could. While you were resting, Thor would stay with you and cuddle up to you, while you told him stories about your earth customs. And in return Thor would tell you stories and re-enact his tales of battle.
Hai!! Could you maybe write a Frank Iero imagine where him and the reader have to pretend they’re dating because of family or something like that, and end up together??
You blast the radio in your car as you begin seeing the familiar surroundings of your home town. It’s Thanksgiving so you came home from college to see people who you haven’t seen in a long time. You’re staying with your best friend Frank who you grew up with since he lives right around the corner from your house. Since you didn’t feel like being around people all the time and his parents went on vacation to get away from the cold, you decided to stay with him.
You pull up in his driveway and turn the car off before stepping into the cold November air and walking up to the door. Only seconds after you knocked, the short man appears in the door way with the biggest smile on his face. Without even exchanging words, you hug each other, inhaling his familiar scent.
"It’s been so long, Frankie" you say as he welcomes you inside.
"I know, right. What have you been up to? Is college kicking your ass yet?“ He asks which makes you giggle as you take off your coat and boots.
"Hell yeah. You know I suffer from chronic procrastination. Of course college is kicking my ass.” You both laugh as he hands you a beer and you plop down on his couch. You sigh in relaxation before remembering something.
“Oh shit, I was supposed to call my mom when I got into town.” You say pulling out your phone to do so. She answers and you can tell the house is busy. The sound of pots and pans, people talking, the oven beeping. All of this and Thanksgiving isn’t even til tomorrow!
"Hey, Mom.“ You say, a small smile appearing on your face.
"Hey, sweetie! Did you make it into town okay?” She asks.
"Yes mom. I’m at Frank’s. How’s everything over there?“
"Oh we’re all getting things ready for tomorrow. Your sister’s new fiancée is cooking wizard! He can make a mean pumpkin pie too. I’m so glad my daughter picked a man who can cook because we all know she can’t cook to save her life.” She mumbles then laughs loudly. She starts talking to someone else in the background and giggles before realizing she’s still on the phone.
"Oh, (Y/N), honey, I have to go. Danny wants to show me the video of the proposal! Love ya! Bye.“ And before you could even respond, she hangs up. You sigh and put your phone away.
"What’s wrong?” Frank asks, popping Christmas colored m&ms in his mouth.
“My sister beat me again, like she always does. She’s so fucking annoying! She always had the perfect grades, the soccer awards, she was her class president, she’s the one who got a car when she turned sixteen because she’s just the perfect fucking child. Now she’s engaged to some "cooking wizard” named Danny and I’m gonna have to sit at the dinner table while my mom asks ‘why haven’t you brought a boy home yet? Are you a lesbian? It’s okay we love you no matter what.’“ I sigh and drop my head and Frank giggles at the absurdity.
"I’ll go if you want.” You look over at him as he pops more candy in his mouth.
“What good would that do? You plan on proposing to me, Iero?” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs.
"No I meant like I could pretend to be your boyfriend. Just to make the experience less terrible.“ You smile at him.
"Would you really do that for me?” He nods.
"Okay well….lets go pick out your outfit because if my parents see all these tattoos, it will be a whole different conversation.” You giggle, dragging him upstairs to raid his closet. This could actually work.
You fix Frank’s collar and brush off his sweater before resting your hands on his chest and smiling up at him.
"You ready?“ You ask and he nods. You grab his hand in yours before ringing the doorbell. Your mother answers the door cheerfully.
”(Y/N)! Oh and a handsome young man, what’s your name?“ She ask excitedly.
"Hi, I’m Frank. It’s nice to meet you Mrs. (Y/L/N).” He smiles. Your mom quickly ushers you in from the cold.
"Guys, (Y/N) is here and she brought a gorgeous young man with her!“ She announces, running ahead of the two of you into the dining room. You look up at Frank who’s still holding your hand and he just shrugs. Eventually, everyone gets settled at the table and begins eating. You and Frank sit across from your sister and her fiancée.
"So, where did you two meet?” Your sister asks, putting some turkey on her plate. Well shit. You hadn’t thought about the backstory. How were you two gonna be on the same page about everything if you hadn’t talked this through beforehand? Before you could spit out one of the lies you were concocting, Frank started speaking for you.
"We met at one of my shows. I’m in a band. She was wearing the cutest little skirt and a ton of rubber bracelets and for some reason she stuck out to me. As soon as I saw her I knew that we would meet again.“ He smiles to himself and you notice it.
"Well, do you plan on getting married? I expect at least two grandkids.” Your mom says making your eyes go huge.
"Mom! Slow down!“ You tell embarrassed.
"Well, I don’t want you just sleeping around with someone you’re not married to!"
"Mother, please!” You beg her to stop. Frank puts a hand on your thigh.
"It’s okay, (Y/N)….Mrs. (Y/L/N), your daughter is one of the most caring and kind hearted people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I would actually love to spend the rest of my life with (Y/N) and at some point intend to marry her. She’s just so incredibly gorgeous, I wouldn’t want anyone to steal her away.“ He chuckles and you look at him in awe of how well he’s handling this. The look in his eyes makes you wonder how much of this he’s making up but you push the thought away as you listen to the next story Frank is telling to everyone at the table. Somehow you make it through dinner for another 45 minutes before walking hand and hand out the door.
"It’s was really nice meeting you Mrs. (Y/L/N)!” Frank says and your mother kisses him on the cheek.
"Anytime, sweetie. Hopefully (Y/N) brings you back around so I can see you before Christmas comes.“ She laughs. The two if you go out the door and stand in front of his at for a few moments staring at each other before you wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tightly.
"Frankie, you’re the fucking best!” You say into his shoulder with a huge smile on your face. He puts a hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.
"It was no problem, (Y/N). I’d do anything for you.“ The way he said that made something click inside of you. It sounded….different. More genuine. You look up at him, snowflakes falling into his eyelashes. He smiles at you and as it fades away you connect the space between your faces, kissing him softly. It felt so perfect and comfortable, as if this was destined to happen. When you finally pull away, you just hold his face in your hands.
"Did you mean everything you said in there?” You ask sweetly and he nods.
"I-I mean the whole, like, marriage thing was just, y-ya know-“ his cheeks flush redder than they already were and you cut him off with another kiss.
"Let’s just go home, doofus.” He nods and you get in the car.
Once you get home, you sit on the couch in front of the fireplace, warming up from the freezing cold outside.
"You know, Frankie….“ you say, crawling on his lap, straddling him.
"My mother did say she expected two grandkids. Should we uh….get to work on that?” You say tauntingly, attaching your lips to his neck and sucking softly. You slide a hand up his thigh and you can hear his breath hitch in excitement.
"Oh, definitely. She seemed very serious about it.“ He smirks, placing his hands on your waist and sliding them up your shirt.
The "cooking wizard’s” pumpkin pie was nothing compared to the dessert you’re about to have on this couch tonight.