does he think he's captain america

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 2/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!

Word Count: 1,314

A/N: I really love how this is turning out :) Enjoy it, guys!

Part 1

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Impossible. It was impossible. There was no way. This really wasn’t Captain America. The person behind the screen was not Steve Rogers. There wasn’t. And so, you voiced it.

“It’s not him.”

Peter scoffed, nudging your side. “You don’t know that.”

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exchanges (m)

Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head! 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader 
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Spiderman AU 
Word Count: 14,838
Author’s Note: Honestly though, it was only a matter of time before I got around to writing a story like this. I am obsessed with Spiderman, so this might just be the foundational guideline for many future Jungkook Spiderman AU drabbles to come in the future. 

The story was also heavily inspired by this photo that made me cry for seven days and seven nights. +photo credit !!!!!!!

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(the present)

If Jeon Jungkook is against anything in his life, it’s one’s ability to exaggerate certain situations or problems to make those things seem much bigger than they probably were. Well, actually, take that back. It’s not that he’s against it per say, it’s just that his peer’s daily struggles of pop quizzes and missing the morning bus aren’t exactly headliner news—especially in comparison to what he has to go through.

Jeon Jungkook is against exaggeration, probably because he can’t get away with it himself. It’s not that he doesn’t like to exchange his fair share of embellished stories or fabricated events weaved into true experiences, it’s that he can’t afford to do so. Sharing stories of his nightly routines and dashing superhero adventures may seem great, but only if he could manage the burden of a personal life and a masked life intertwining.

As an 18-year-old boy, he can probably say it’s safe to assume that he cannot. Manage the overwhelming, opposite pressure both of his lives take him, that is. It’s difficult enough being a college freshman, a tiny fish in an ocean of whales and sharks, but throw in his late night Spiderman facade would be too much of a tale to share with other people and peers who probably ask too many questions and know too much about him. He’s never liked the exposure that comes with being in the spotlight, and he can’t hide behind his mask if people knew who he was.

Oh. Right. Speaking of his Spiderman facade, that’s who is he. Haven’t heard of him? You know, the dashing hero of Seoul, red and blue spandex attire with a web shooter, fine tuned senses and amazingly quick reflexes? The boy who swings around the city, volunteering for trouble and always coming out right on top? The boy who constantly maintains that casual, slightly amused tone throughout a majority of his rescues?

Yeah, well, that’s Jungkook.

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Send To All - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON
Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy


You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue; it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that had purposely been left out of the media.

The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to whether or not you would be playing.

From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats. Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.

The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh; everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well, you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message” Michael grinned.
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?” Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat, “Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat to continue your interview.

You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed “no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now! Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going to be a bad one isn’t it!”  
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story, you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.

“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next? ‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling, we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end, you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next week!”

lactosefreepussy  asked:

Please write those 24356643 meta posts on post Azzano Bucky!!!! I wanna get sad!!!

Let’s start with one!!! But when??? There’s so much to think about and see with post-azzano Bucky and it’s only because Sebastian is truly great. I’m gonna pick my favorite and start with The Bar Scene

are you sad yet? Because I am.

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anonymous asked:

I'd LOVE if you could write a drunk Simon confessing his feelings to Jace when he drives him home! Especially if it's super fluffy!

yeeeeeeee i love Drunk Shenanigans!!! 

“So this is what you do when I don’t go out with you?” Jace asks, huffing warm air over his fingers. It’s freezing, and he forgot his gloves, because he rushed over here to pick up one Simon Lewis from trying to get back to the apartment they share while drunk as hell. 

“Don’t get mad at me, I made good choices, did good things!” Simon says, pouting prettily as he tilts his head back and looks up at Jace. He’s slumped against Maia and Clary, who are quietly giggling to themselves. 

“He did - ‘good things’ is the cute blonde back in there!” Maia sniggers, and Jace feels his heart break a little more. He scowls, trying to get over the tiny pang in his chest. He’s long since accepted that Simon doesn’t feel the same way as he does, but it still fucking sucks because the guy he likes is the guy he lives with, and the guy who’s made it his mission to insert himself into every part of Jace’s life. 

“I didn’t do him.” Simon insists. “I was gonna, but he’s verrrrrrrrrrrry.”

“Very what?” Clary asks, leaning forward. Jace sighs and pushes her back as she begins to topple off the bench. 

“Very.” Simon agrees, and Jace raises an eyebrow. He’s about to press for more information, when Magnus appears. 

“Oh, finally.” He groans. “Take Simon home, I’ll deal with the girls.” 

“What did you guys drink?” Jace asks, exasperated as Maia nearly punches him in the face in her haste to cling to Clary. 

“We had a competition, and I severely underestimated their tolerance.” Magnus sighs, massaging his temples. “Come along, darlings.” Maia and Clary stumble off with Magnus, and Jace tugs Simon upright. 

“You good, man?” He asks quietly. Simon hums quietly and leans into Jace’s side. 

“Not gonna be sick or anything.” He confirms, and Jace laughs softly, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulder and steering him to the car. 

“I’ve drunk enough with you to know what you’re like.” Jace muses. “And I am so glad you’re not the kind to throw up. I would not let you within ten feet of my car if you were.” 

“What kind of drunk am I?” Simon asks brightly, then promptly slips on the sidewalk and crumples, holding on to Jace’s arms for dear life. Jace sighs and hauls him back up, and suddenly Simon is very close, close enough to count each eyelash fluttering over warm brown eyes. 

“Clumsy.” Jace says hoarsely, transfixed by the hazy desire clouding Simon’s eyes, before he remembers that Simon is fucking drunk, and he sighs and steps away. “Come on, Lewis.” 

He manages to get Simon into the car with minimal fuss. Simon does try to convince Jace that North Dakota doesn’t exist, but it’s not even the biggest conspiracy theory Simon’s brought up, so Jace isn’t worried as he starts up the car and peers behind him, backing slowly out of the parking space. 

“Oh my god you’re driving.” Simon says suddenly. Jace snorts as he waits patiently for a gaggle of teens to cross the street. “Since when do you drive?” 

“Since a month ago, you went with me to get my license.” Jace mutters. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.” 

“Let me out, Jace is gonna kill me with his driving!” Simon moans, sinking low into his seat. 

“Rude.”

“I’m gonna dieeeeee.” Simon warbles, and then pauses. “Do you have any water? Or can we stop by the ocean to get a drink?” 

“Yeah, I don’t think the Atantic is what you need right now.” Jace says, reaching behind with one hand and grabbing the water he’d thrown in the back seat when he’d heard Simon was drunk. 

Lifesaver.” Simon says gratefully as he takes the bottle and twists the cap off, guzzling it down. He only gets one tiny dribble of water down his chin, and Jace glances over as the car idles at a red light on an empty street. 

“You’ve got a - “ He gestures, and Simon frowns. 

“A printer?” He asks, excited. Jace shakes his head, bemused. 

“Why the fuck would there be a printer?” He asks, glancing once to check that it’s still a red light before he reaches over and swipes his thumb over the drop of water, Simon’s stubble rough under his skin. “There.” 

The light changes to green and he drops his hand back to the wheel, focusing on driving - Simon’s partially right, Jace isn’t the best driver - and there’s silence in the car until he looks back to Simon, worried about the lack of unstoppable rambling. 

Simon is looking at him with a strange, unreadable look on his face, his eyes dark and stormy. Jace frowns and opens his mouth, about to ask what’s wrong, when Simon blurts out, “Do you know Jace Wayland?” 

“Oh my God.” Jace says, shaking his head. “Not this again.” Simon has a habit of conflating Jace and Captain America while he’s drunk, which is cute, but so not helpful. 

“If you see him,” Simon continues, his voice turning a little sad, “can you tell him to kiss me?” 

“What?” Jace asks, not at all proud of the way his voice goes an octave higher. 

“I mean, you’re Captain America. He has to listen to you, right?” Simon asks as Jace tries desperately to focus on pulling into their building’s garage. 

“Buddy,” Jace gets out in a strangled voice, “I think Jace Wayland doesn’t need me to tell him to kiss you.” 

“Did he say something? Does he not want to?” Simon asks, insistently patting Jace’s arm. 

“No.” Jace says shortly, killing the engine and opening the door. 

“Then you should command him. Jace would listen to you, you have muscles!” 

“Oh my God.” Jace groans as he gets Simon out of the car. He staggers a little as Simon leans in with all his weight. “Why is drunk you so horny?” 

“I’m not horny, I love him!” Simon declares. Jace promptly drops Simon. “Ow.” Simon complains from the floor. 

“Lewis. Always complicating things.” Jace says, his heart beating faster and a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. 

“I’m serious, he’s adorable and he cares so much and he’s so good to the world.” Simon says as Jace hauls him off the ground. “Please get him to kiss me.” Jace’s heart clenches and he smiles giddily at Simon. 

“Wake up sober, and I will.” He promises, and Simon nods sleepily, nuzzling into Jace’s neck. 

(The next morning, Jace waits as long as it takes for Simon to stumble into the kitchen and blearily make himself a cup of coffee before he backs the other man into the counter, gets a hand in his shirt, and kisses him as thoroughly as he can. Simon whimpers, his hands flailing for a bit and hitting Jace’s head before settling around Jace’s back, and then he gets with the program, pressing back and sliding his tongue across Jace’s. 

“Got a message from Captain America.” Jace murmurs when they break apart to breathe, his voice low and amused as he watches the bright red flush overtake Simon’s cheeks. 

“Oh God.” Simon groans. “Of all the idiotic things I’ve done - “

“I love you too.” 

“ - that was probably not the worst.” Simon concludes, his smile turning blindingly bright. Jace laughs warmly at that and reels Simon in for another kiss, unable to help himself. The guy he’s in love with is nerdy as fuck, but it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and Jace will send the creator of Captain America a fruit basket if it makes Simon happy.)

i’m honestly laughing that the only insulting thing simon could think about calling jace was captain america like… simon, my sweet darling boy, that is the exact opposite of an insult, this is the same as saying, “would you please SHUT YOUR BEAUTIFUL MOUTH” “can you please stop with your face it’s distracting me” “you’re the embodiment of all that is good and right with the world” “i literally have a poster of you in my room”

  • <p> <b>The Avengers:</b> Tony' ego is too big.<p/><b>Also the Avengers:</b> Tony is solely responsible for every bad thing that ever happened ever™<p/><b>Clint:</b> including me being thrown in prison for breaking the law.<p/><b>Wanda:</b> including my parents death at the hands of rebels in my country.<p/><b>Everyone:</b> Including Ultron which was created by actual vilain Tony Stark, and Bruce Banner and the mindstone with strong influences from Wanda.<p/><b>Everyone:</b> Why does Tony think he's so important and powerful? Where does this ego come from? Why does he want to be held accountable? We don't understand.<p/></p>

i promised a lovely anon some bi trans leo headcanons and what better day than on trans thursday? beware, they are… a bit sad. i got carried away;

1) he figures it out from a relatively young age, mostly because of his “tia”, who keeps referring to him by he/him and using male titles for him (she knew the prophecy about him after all). it always feels right, and after a while, his very smart and amazing mom notices and starts calling him mijo instead of mija without being asked. it makes him happier, though its one of those things he appreciates much, much more later in life

2) thanks to his garbage extended family and the foster care system, his self-esteem and sense of self-worth is shot and he gets a kind of heavy dysphoria he never felt before. any kind of sga he had felt starts to get repressed; real guys like girls, right?? real guys are macho. real guys are cool. leo is small and skinny until he isnt so small and skinny in some parts and it hurts.

3) things get better when he meets piper. piper boosts his confidence and, being trans herself, offers him advice and council he doesnt think he could get anywhere else. he doesnt want it from anywhere else, either - she’s the best kind of friend there is. even if she has the strange and unearthly power to make him give her the good parts of his lunch…. seriously how does she do that…

4) ohhh so THAT’S how she does it… he thinks after a while at camp halfblood. he likes it here - he has something like family, and they just.. accepted him. called him their brother, called him son of hephestus, and he doesnt know how to handle it. it feels… strange. he likes it and he’s afraid od it all at once. he feels like he might have a home here, where he can be himself, be a man the way he was his mother’s mijo, her family, her son. he even thinks the guy who gave him the tour was trans, too. he never wants to leave, but he’s terrified to stay.

5) jason may not have been their friend for real, but he is now. it makes leo feel… guilty. jason is a good-looking guy, which makes leo jealous and… something else. something strange that he hasnt felt since he was little and he had his first crush on that boy he knew… he doesnt want it to happen again, but it does, and he cant help it. jason has pretty blue eyes and a nice laugh and hes the kind of tall and strong that makes you feel safe instead of intimidated. like a cross between superman and captain america. leo sighs to himself as he watches jason and piper slowly grow closer and thinks “and im his sidekick, lieutenant Totally Screwed”

akdhs i’ll have some more soon!!! trans leo is my jam (trans everyone is my jam, gonna rub my trans little hands over everything) so be prepared~

A Study in Hypocrisy #2.5

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


WHY TONY’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE AVENGERS IS UNHEALTHY AT BEST

Tony’s relationship with the Avengers has always made me uncomfortable. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’ll try to organize my thoughts in this series.  

This post was getting far too long, so I decided to cut it into parts, one per Avenger. 

This is strictly MCU. I know nothing about the comics. 


CLINT

Tony doesn’t interact much with Clint in the movies, unfortunately, so there’s not a lot that can be said on that front.

Civil War gave us some interaction, however.

“The futurist, gentlemen! The futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what’s best for you, whether your like it or not.”

"Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they’ll put you in here, come on.”

"Yeah, well, you knew they’ll put us somewhere, Tony.”

"Yeah. But, not some super max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

"Criminals? Criminals, Tony. I think that’s the word you’re looking for. Right? It didn’t used to mean me, or Sam, or Wanda. But, here we are.”

“Because you broke the law—”

"Yeah—”

"I didn’t make you—”

"The law. The law. The law. The law. The law.”

“You read it, you broke it. Alright, you’re all grown up. You got a wife and kids. I don’t understand. Why didn’t you think about them before you choose the wrong side?”

"You better watch your back on this guy. There’s a chance he’s gonna break it.”

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Remember this part? How Clint refuses to admit that his situation is his own fault? He puts all of the blame squarely on Tony’s shoulders, as if the man was all-powerful and controlled the UN, Ross, and so on. I know Tony’s influential, filthy rich and powerful, but he’s still a private citizen. The Accords weren’t his doing, nor was the UN or Ross’ actions. At this point, he’s just desperately scrambling to keep them all alive if not free. 

Clint coddles Wanda like she didn’t give everyone—including Natasha, who he’s supposed to be super close to—horrible visions and triggered Tony so he would create Ultron. She was the source of the entire mess, and a mind-controller. Shouldn’t he hate her on principle after what Loki did to him, instead of considering her like a daughter of sorts? Also… what? I mean, she’s 26. She’s not a kid. She’s a grown woman, thank you. Maybe he feels guilty for what he perceives as getting her brother killed, but it’s still not an excuse. 

Going as far as to use Rhodey’s near-death as a weapon against Tony was also particularly low, especially when Tony wasn’t even the one to involve him in this mess at all—and had nothing to do with Rhodey’s fall either.

Tony didn’t call him for a reason—or three: it’s spelled Laura, the kids and retirement. Clint should never have been involved. He chose to come of his own volition. He probably didn’t even read the Accords. When Vision urged him to consider his actions, he replied “considered” in half a second, in a derisive tone that implies there won’t be any consequences. Because he’s an Avenger, and he’s on Captain America’s team, right? He can’t be wrong here.

Here’s how I interpret it. Clint’s not a leader. He’s a follower. He’s a foot soldier, a field agent. He doesn’t consider the consequences of his actions, because other people usually do it for him. SHIELD, at first. Then Tony and maybe even Steve after the fall of SHIELD. But he’s never actually had to deal with his choices before. There was always someone else there to take responsibility, divert attention or just deal with the aftermath.

Yet here he is, in prison. Considered a dangerous criminal. He doesn’t know when he’ll get back to his wife and kids. If he’ll get back to his wife and kids. And he can’t accept that it’s all his fault. So he blames Tony, even though he’s probably been living on his resources since the fall of SHIELD. I think this also might have something to do with the fact that Steve has a much better public image going for him. His legend has him as a paragon of American virtue and honesty, right? He does the right thing, that’s what he does, as if he were some sort of mystical creature with an infallible moral compass. No one would call Tony a moral compass, that’s for sure. 

Clint, like Natasha, like Coulson, like so many others, just got pulled in by the legend, I think. And then he turns on Tony when things go wrong, because he followed Captain America. He can’t have chosen the wrong leader, can he?  

Peter looks up from his breakfast and smiles at Gamora. She just nods at him and starts reading the newspaper. Well, he won’t tell her that she holds it upside down. Groot is still eating and Rocket is half alseep next to him. Even Drax is here, but Tony is missing.

“I am Groot.”

“I don’t care that you are still hungry. That is my bacon!” Rocket growls and holds onto his plate.

Peter smiles and looks around. Where could Tony be? Normally he is the first in the kitchen because he needs his coffee. Its been over two months now that Peter and the Guardians are with Tony in his Tower, after they crashed their ship. His beautiful ship.

Still. Why is Tony not here?

“I am Groot.”

“No i’m not sleeping! I will eat it!” Rocket mumurs even tho his eyes are still closed. Peter shakes his head at them and looks to Gamora.

“Where’s Tony?”, he asks and Gamora doesn’t even look up.

“Already missing your Boyfriend?”, is what she asks back and Peter sputters.

“He is not my boyfriend?!” Peter nearly squeaks. But everyone at the table laughes. Even Drax and Peter is sure that he doesn’t know why.

“Good morning.”

Tony smiles at them when he enters the kitchen and he looks…gorgeous. He just wears an old jeans and a white shirt but the way he yawns and rubs his left eye. He is just too cute.

After Gamora told him that they wouldn’t be together, Peter was really sad. But then they’ve met Tony. And Peter was just…gone. Just like that. And his friends knew this.

“Morning, Tony.” Peter says and he can’t help his smile. Tony smiles back at him and then makes a beeline for the coffeemaker.

“So what are the plans for today?”, asks Tony once he is at his second cup of coffee. He sits down next to Drax, who grunts.

“Working on the ship. Care to join us?”, says Rocket who looks a lot more awake now. Tony smiles at him and shakes his head.

“Sadly no. But i wouldn’t be a help anyway.” Answers Tony and shrugs. Peter wants to say something about that. Because this isn’t true. Tony is always a help and he is a genius! He worked a lot on the ship already and Rocket wouldn’t ask him if Tony wasn’t good.

“Sir? Captain Rogers on the phone.” Friday says before Peter can say anything about Tonys sad look. He always gets the look when he says something about himself like that. Like he truly believes it. Like someone he loves told him that before. Peter wants to scream.

“Oh. I will talk to him la-…”, Tony begins but then they all can hear Captain America in the kitchen.

“Tony? What is the matter with you?”, Captain America shouts already and Tony gets even paler then before.

“I..uhm…can i call you back?” Tony whispers and he looks really afraid.

“What? No! I want to clarify that now!” Captain America growls and Tony stands up. He looks a bit shaken, tho.

“B-but i uh…i have visitors…”, Tony tries again and Captain America laughs.

“As if. Now want to tell me why Bucky is awake? We froze him for a reason, Stark! You know that. Do you want to hurt him again is that what you want?”, Captain America sounds so angry that even Drax looks a bit afraid at the ceiling where they can hear his voice.

“No! I…i made an update and i…wanted to help!”, Tony says now and he looks so desperate, that Peter wants to hold him.

“We don’t need your fucking help. Nobody does!” This is another voice on the phone but it is enough. Without another word Tony runs out of the room. The Guardians are left speechless.

“Captain, here is Starlord. I think you made Tony upset.” Peter stands up now, even if Captain America can’t see that. But his voice is cold.

“Who are you?” Asks Captain America back.

“Peter Quill. A friend of Tony. Rocket, Gamora, Drax and Groot are with me and we are the Guardians of the Galaxy.” Peter says slowly. He doesn’t know Captain America and now he is glad about it. Seems like an asshole.

“The Guardians of the Galaxy? What is Tony going to do now?!” Captain America sounds like they are the bad guys. Peter growls.

“Nothing that i would tell you, but listen. If you ever talk to him again like that, we will find you.” Peter says and Drax gets his knife out of one of his pockets. Peter shuhes him.

“Is that a threat?”

“Yes, Asshole.” Is all Peter says before he leaves, too. He needs to find Tony. He can hear Rockets and Groots voices as he leaves.

“I dont know who you are, Captain. But Tony is the smartest men i know and it means a lot when i say it.”

“I am Groot.”

*
Peter needs nearly an hour to find Tony and when he does he wants to smack himself. Of course Tony is here.

Tony really worked with Gamora und Rocket a lot on their ship the last weeks. And when he wasn’t, he tried to build a smaller ship that fits only himself, so he could visit them.

Peter was so happy when Tony asked them if that was okay. And he was sure the hug from Drax was painful but Tony smiled so wide, that all Peter could do was to smile back.

And now he sits in his little ship. Crying.

Well you know. Tony is a lot of things. And he does a lot of things. He likes to cuddle Peter when they watch a movie late at night. He likes to show Rocket his suits and even made one for him. He likes to cook with Gamora and he even teaches her. He dances with Groot when he is happy.

But Peter has never seen him cry.

Its heartbreaking. And beautiful.

“Tony?” Peter say after a few seconds and Tony looks up at him. Then he wipes his tears away and smiles.

“Oh hey Peter. Do you need anything?” Tonys eyes are still wet and the smile doesn’t look real.

Peter doesn’t answer he just goes over to Tony and nearly sits on his lap, before he hugs him. Tony freezes.

“Peter?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” Tony sounds so unsure and then he cries again. Peter just holds him through it and pets his soft hair. Tony is such a wonderful men and nobody cares.

Peter had known that the Avengers and he had a fight, but he didn’t know it was that bad.

“S-sorry.” Tony says when he stops crying.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Answers Peter.

“Its just hard to… uhm hear the truth.” Tony says slowly and he doesn’t look at Peter anymore. Peter shakes his head.

“What? He didn’t said the truth. He was just being an asshole.”, says Peter and hugs Tony again. He just likes it, okay? Tony is so warm.

“Don’t let him hear that.” Giggles Tony and Peter smiles, too. It took Tony a while before he would giggle around them. But now he does it a lot and its the cutest sound Peter has ever heard.

“Oh but i told him.” Peter answers and Tony gasped.

“What? But he is…Captain America!” Tony says then and he seems to really mean that. Sounds like he really like him before their fight.

“And I’m StarLord. Which is way better than a Captain.” Says Peter easily and Tony giggles again.

“That is true.”

They sit like that for a while and Peter even plays with Tonys fingers. Tony seems tired now and his eyes are nearly closed. Then he sits back up.

“Oh! And i’m Iron Man. Which means i’m only a men.” Now Tony sounds upset again and Peter pulls him closer. So that Tony sits now on his lap. Perfect. Tony is smaller than him and Peter is a goner for that.

“Nah. Not only a men. Just the best i know.” Answers Peter now and he even kisses Tonys head. Tony shudders.

“Y-you only know aliens, but me. Your opinion doesn’t count.” Whispers Tony and Peter shakes his head.

“Nope. My opinion is the only one that counts. But if it calms you. Rocket and Groot also told Captaim America to fuck himself. And Drax had already his knife out.” Peter tells him and Tony relaxes.

“Really?” Tony asks and he looks so surprised at that. Peter holds him closer.

“Course. We are your friends.” He whispers in Tonys ear and Tony shudders beautifully again.

“It’s just… i miss them you know? I miss Steve so much and i thought he was my friend. And Clint he was so angry at me. And…i just i…really wanted to help! I made an update for Bucky, so he could live withouth being afraid to be controlled again. I thought…that then they all would come back and i wouldn’t be alone anymore.” Tony tells him slowly.

“Come with us.”

“What?” Tony sits up again and he doesn’t seem to be angry that he still sits in Peters lap.

“Come with us. Be a Guardian of the Galaxy. Please.” Peter really means it. When the ship is ready, they need to leave. And he can’t leave without Tony.

“You don’t need me!” Tonys says and Peter kisses his hair again.

I need you.”

Before Tony can protest again, Peter turns him a bit around and kisses him. He can still feel the salt from Tonys tears on his lips, but he doesn’t care. It feels so good. Tonys grip around his shoulder gets firmer. And then Tony kisses him back.

Peter is in heaven.

“Really?” Tony asks shyly when they part and Peter leans his forehead against Tonys.

“Really.” Peter smiles because Tonys face is a bright red now. Tony looks up at him and smiles back.

“Okay. I will come with you.” Tony says then Peter kisses him again, just because he can do that now. Tony giggles.

“But only because you need a Starqueen at your side.”

bereftandbreathless  asked:

(part 1/2) For the recent anon requesting feral Bucky. I hope these fit the bill and are to their liking > Bound by yellow_crayon; all they see is scars by yellow_crayon; The Madman by fannishliss; To You I Belong by Anath_Tsurugi; So you're telling me bros usually don't fuck together? by Masamiya; Steve Care for Beginners/Dummies by yvngp; Situation: Normal by redcigar; Original Programming by zetsubonna;You Just Had To Make It Weird by IamShadow21; I've Always Been Yours by Taste_is_Sweet

(part 2/2) For the recent anon requesting feral Bucky. I hope these fit the bill and are to their liking > Ask Me Again by XxAngelicMurderxX; wilted by macabre; Safe From Harm by Odsbodkins; Hot as Blood, Cold as Steel by marlowe_tops; Blood by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Thank you for writing in!

Bound by yellow_crayon

You become responsible for what you’ve tamed.

(Bucky comes back to him slowly. Steve is with him every step of the way. The Avengers help out as best as they can.)

all they see is scars by yellow_crayon

A mysterious weapon makes Pre-serum Steve appear in the present day.

The rogue Winter Soldier mistakes him for his one true handler.

The Madman (sex work and related slurs) by fannishliss

Steve is hired by Zola to document his lab experiments. When the experiments extend to a human “volunteer” Steve decides enough is enough.

To You I Belong by Anath_Tsurugi

The first time the Winter Soldier sees Captain America, he can’t help but think ‘mine’, even though he has no idea why.

So you’re telling me bros usually don’t fuck together? by Masamiya

Bucky doesn’t remember exactly what is acceptable or not in society, and just does whatever he wants, like the asshole cat he seemed to become. It appears quickly that what he wants is to end all forms of personal space, and make all of the Avengers coming near Steve’s appartment very, very uncomfortable.

Steve Care for Beginners/Dummies by yvngp

Bucky learns how to take care of Steve.

Situation: Normal by redcigar

AU wherein Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers never met, Steve somehow manages to rescue the Winter Soldier anyway, and Avengers Tower ends up with the world’s angriest duckling and a whole new brand of entertainment.

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(“He was dragging him out of the river,” Natasha argues later.

“Nat, be honest, he was going for the Full Monty.” Says Clint.

“I’m pretty sure we interrupted him in the middle of giving ‘emergency CPR’,” Tony agrees, “Or the stage after emergency CPR. Emergency Dick? Is that a thing?”

“That’s not a thing,” Natasha and Clint reply.)

Original Programming by zetsubonna

The Winter Soldier has gone off the grid. Sometimes he’s in his own head, sometimes he isn’t. He can’t remember the mission. He can’t remember what he was thinking at the museum. Everything comes in and out.

The Man on the Bridge wasn’t right. Something about him was wrong.

He took a break to wreak havoc on his former masters, and when he returned, The Man on the Bridge was the way he was supposed to be:

smaller.

You Just Had To Make It Weird by IamShadow21

Steve and Sam are in the middle of nowhere, the absolute opposite of civilisation, just following a lead on Hydra and checking in to a cheap hotel and finding an awesome diner with great food and even better looking pie.

Then Bucky Barnes turns up and ruins everything.

I’ve Always Been Yours by Taste_is_Sweet

Bucky’s in Steve’s apartment when he comes home.

(It warms him, though, to think of Bucky using his apartment, that he might feel comfortable there regardless of how he got in. It makes Steve happy to know that Bucky’s been able to eat decent food and get clean, hopefully feel safe enough to sleep. And the fact that Bucky went to Steve’s apartment, out of all the thousands he could have chosen anywhere in New York City…

Well, Steve doesn’t want to think too hard about that part, because he doesn’t want to hope.)

Ask Me Again by XxAngelicMurderxX

“I took back what they stole from me, Steve. Now it’s your turn to take back what they stole from you. So I’ll say it one more time. Ask me again.”

wilted by macabre

The Winter Soldier’s new mission is to guard and protect. It’s a command that is not understood well; the asset has always been unleashed to kill, torture, kidnap. Not to guard anything. They don’t directly tell him what it is he’s guarding until they take him to it the next morning.

It is a man. A very small man. Delicate in a way that makes him uncomfortable because he knows how easily he could kill him, without trying, without looking.

AU: Steve is taken by HYDRA to be a guinea pig, and the Winter Soldier is assigned to guard him.

Safe From Harm (rape/noncon) by Odsbodkins

After the supervillains have won, they auction off the Avengers. Even though the Winter Soldier does not have the money to bid, he knows that Captain America belongs to him.

Please heed the warnings: this fic features graphic depictions of violence and sexual assault, a physically and sexually abusive relationship, and mentions of suicide.

Hot as Blood, Cold as Steel by marlowe_tops

Conversations in an abandoned bunker. The asset isn’t sure of many things, but he knows that the man from the helicarrier is valuable and needs to be protected. And until he gets some answers, he’s not letting the man from the helicarrier out of his sight.

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The subject lies back down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My head’s pounding.” He lifts his hands, presses them to the bridge of his nose and sighs before placing them back over his belly. “So, what now?”

“Now I keep you,” the asset responds, the words escaping him involuntarily.

There’s a line between the subject’s brows as he looks over. “What’s that mean to you, Buck?”

“It means you belong to me.”

Blood by leveragehunters

In a world where magic is as commonplace as electricity, HYDRA worships a god who craves order through death. They used His blood to create fierce Soldiers then enslaved them by chaining their souls.

The man who was James Barnes is the last Soldier, the rest having been put down after succumbing to the call of the Blood. One night, out of control after a mission, the increasingly unstable Soldier runs into Steve Rogers. Instead of being turned into a red smear on the ground, Steve successfully talks him down. HYDRA decides to keep him. The Soldier’s the last one they’ve got; if Steve can keep him calm he’s going to do it whether he likes it or not.

Like fractious racehorses have companion goats, they hand Steve off to the Soldier as a kind of pet. But studies have shown pets can ease depression, despair and loneliness, lead to an increased sense of safety and well-being, and provide a source of protection and unconditional love. HYDRA really should have reviewed the literature before they decided to give Steve to the Soldier. Especially since, once Steve Rogers is involved, protectiveness can get slightly out of hand.

Not Over You pt. 5

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,822

Warnings: language, alcohol

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A/N: another absolutely heartbreaking part. why do i do this. more to come!

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Originally posted by mostlycap

You woke up from the night feeling more tired than ever. There was a dull aching in your head from the whiskey you’d consumed earlier. But other than that, it had felt like it had been a dream.  Much to your surprise Steve stayed after the unexpected, and frankly unplanned, kiss. There was conversation. But not as much as there had been hugging and apologizing, on both ends. There had been kissing and the clashing of hips and moaning and heavy breathing. It felt like your heart had mended overnight, something you never thought was possible.

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okay lets talk about sam wilson

Sam Wilson who went to fight for his country and joined one of the fucking most dangerous branches and went on the craziest missions and escaped with his life by the skin of his teeth over and over again and yeah, he was saving people and he loved that, has always loved helping people, but he also loves the whistle of air passing over his wings and the swoop of adrenaline as he dodges missiles and bullets. 

Sam Wilson who watched his best friend get shot out of the sky. 

Sam Wilson who came home but still isn’t quite certain he did, not completely, not in the ways that really count. Sam who now spends his time talking to other vets who know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night, shaking and crying and so goddamn certain that they’re back there that they can almost taste the sand in the back of their throat, smell the blood and dust and heat like tar. Sam who thinks he sees Riley one day at the mall and has to go hide in the toilet until his lungs no longer feel like they’re collapsing. 

Sam Wilson who has a huge, sprawling family, who is constantly getting invited to holidays and parties and weekend get togethers just for the hell of it. Who goes and spends the whole time playing with his nieces and nephews and ignoring the concerned questions of aunts and grandmothers and second cousins. Who learned to bake at his momma’s knee and just can’t shake the instinct to care for people by feeding them. 

Sam who sees a superhero out jogging and all he can think is how terribly alone he seems. 

Sam Wilson who recognizes Steve’s PTSD when everyone else was content to just ignore it and hope it went away because Steve is Captain America except when he’s really just another soldier who has seen too much death and too little life. Sam who does more to help Steve in two conversations than SHIELD has done in two years. 

Sam Wilson who brings Steve Rogers and the Black fucking Widow into his home because there was never any question of whether or not he would. Sam who hands over his records like an application because yeah he got out for a good reason and yeah Captain America might need him but Steve Rogers needs him more and really, at the end of it all, he’s goddamn selfish. He’s selfish because he has missed the feeling of speed blurring the world around him, of weightlessness during a dive, of free-fall and flight, of danger and battle and the absolute freedom of the sky more than anything else in the world and being able to help Captain America and the Black Widow and the whole goddamn world is just a big fucking bonus to getting his wings back. 

He still feeds them breakfast though. 

Sam Wilson who is way out of his depth when a man with a fucking metal arm rips the fucking steering wheel right out of his fucking hands. 

Sam Wilson who did not sign up for this except he did and even if he isn’t sure how to deal with a brainwashed formerly-dead best friend he still recognizes the look in Steve’s eyes and knows he has to keep following this man because someone has to make sure Steve Rogers makes it out of this alive and it sure as shit ain’t going to be Steve Rogers. Who exchanges a look with the Black Widow and is both terrified and comforted to know that she also knows this. 

Sam Wilson who almost dies and almost dies but then doesn’t. Who got his wings back for a short, glorious time before being grounded again but knowing that this time, nothing is going to keep him there. Who decides to follow Steve Roger’s on his hopeless hunt for a ghost because the look in Steve’s eye is one he’s seen in the mirror too many times to count and someone needs to look after that white boy before he does something stupid. Or maybe he just needs someone to do something stupid with him. 

Either way, Sam’s in. 

Captain America 76th Anniversary Celebration Post

The very first Captain America comic has a release date of March 1941, so in order to celebrate the 76th Anniversary of our beloved Steven Grant Rogers, I have asked Tumblr users to submit their favorite Cap comic panels, art, quotes, pictures, meta, gifs, and/or write-ups on what Captain America means to them. And here is what Cap’s fans have to say… (please feel free to reblog and add your own favorite Steve Rogers moments, etc. to this post).

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Imagine Chris being extremely protective.

You and Dodger returned home from your morning walk to find Chris still fast asleep on the living room couch. He had spent the whole night reading ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting’ cover to cover for what felt like the millionth time since you told him you were pregnant; that was about four weeks ago. You didn’t understand why he was freaking out considering you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy; you were only twelve weeks and you didn’t even have a bump yet. But somehow your adorable husband was acting as though you were due any day now, in fact- if he found out you went on your morning walk, he’d flip.

“C'mon bud, let’s get you some food.” You told Dodger as you made your way to the kitchen; the pup trailed behind you, his tail wagging excitedly. You grabbed his kibble out of the pantry and poured it into a bowl, giving his head a quick scratch before leaving him to prepare your own breakfast.

You started with the coffee ‘cause you knew your husband needed it, then continued with your usual poached eggs and avocado on wholewheat toast. You had that almost everyday- if you weren’t having a smoothie- and while it was partially because you were health conscious, you genuinely enjoyed it. It had been like that ever since you were a little kid, you’ve always had a preference for the 'healthier’ foods which made things easy for your parents, and yourself when you got older.

After you had your breakfast, you made Chris’- scrambled eggs and bacon because he wasn’t as big a fan of avocado as you were; you poured him a mug of coffee then took both outside for him. He was awake now, just lying there because he was too tired to move. He heard footsteps and turned, spotting you and smiling.

“Morning handsome,” you smiled back. “Breakfast?”

“Yes please.” He sat up and quickly took the mug and plate from you; you sat down next to him and he kissed the side of your head before taking a sip of his coffee. “You do make a mean cup of coffee,” he told you and you chuckled softly. “Where’s yours?”

“You won’t let me drink coffee,” you reminded him in a teasing tone and he bit back his smile with a roll of his eyes. “And if you mean breakfast, Dodger and I have already had ours in the kitchen. We’re early risers, unlike some people.” You poked his side and he squirmed, chuckling.

“Does that mean you went on your walk?” He glanced back at you with a raised brow and you chuckled softly because you knew what was coming. “Y/N,” he sighed and you did the same. “I don’t mind you exercising and whatnot, I’d just prefer it if you let me come along. What if something happens to you? I know Dodger is a smart dog but- he can’t help you if it comes down to it.”

“Sweetheart,” you pressed your nose against his shoulder and mumbled into his shirt, “I’m only twelve weeks. I think I’m more than capable taking a walk without Captain America by my side. Relax,” you giggled when you heard him let out a weary chuckle. “I’m not that fragile, so stop treating me like a porcelain doll.”

“I wish I could,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “But now that you’re carrying our future child, you’ve become twice as precious to me.” He whispered and you smiled, hugging his arm. “So please, for the love of my anxious heart-” He chuckled when you looked up at him, biting back your smile. “Stop doing things that obviously worry me.”

“I wish I could,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw before you pulled away and rose to your feet.

“You wish you could?” He quizzed with narrowed eyes when you glanced back at him. “Y/N, I wasn’t giving you a friendly suggestion. I was telling you- as your husband- that you need to stop doing things that worry me.”

“You know I can’t do that,” you shook your head with a smile that made his frown deepened. “Chris-” you cut yourself off, laughing. “Everything worries you,” you told him and his face softened because you were right. “You won’t even let me clean the house, Chris. Not that I’m complaining but-” you chuckled, “do you see my point?”

“Cleaning the house is hard work and I-” he cut himself off when you shot him a weary look. “Okay, I see your point. But…” He trailed off and rose to his feet, reaching for your hand and pulling you towards him. “Everything I’m doing or- stoping you from doing,” he chuckled when you smiled. “It’s because I love you.”

“I know,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I just wish you’d be a little less protective and irrational otherwise these next six months are going to be incredibly exhausting, not just for me- but for you too.”

“You know I don’t mean to be, but I can’t help it when it comes to you. You are the largest love of my life, Y/N. I was protective over you even before you were pregnant, did you really expect me to dial it down once you started carrying the second largest love of my life?”

“A girl can hope,” you joked and he chuckled. “You know your mom’s going to be heartbroken when she hears that she’s moved down to third place,” you teased and his chuckle turned into laughter.

“To be fair, she moved me down first.” He countered. “And I’m just going to keep moving down when our little bundle of joy joins the Evans’ household.” His hands moved over your still fairly flat belly. “When do we find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“You tell me, you’re the one who’s been reading all those pregnancy books.” You reminded him and he chuckled. “I think it’s around eighteen to twenty weeks. But I don’t think it matters, we’re going to love the little bug no matter the gender.”

“That’s true.” He descended to his knees in front of you and pressed a gentle kiss on your stomach. You smiled and ran a hand over his fluffy hair. “Hi baby, it’s your daddy speaking. Your mommy and I are extremely excited to meet you, so much so that these next six months are going to be excruciating. It doesn’t help that your mommy keeps doing things that keeps me on my toes,” he glanced up at you and you chuckled. “She really is a stubborn one, I can only hope you’re nothing like her on that matter.”

“Jerk,” you bit playfully, gently smacking the top of his head.

“But I do hope you’re like her in every other way,” he whispered and you smiled. “Rest easy, little one.” He said as you pulled him back up onto his feet; he smiled as you pressed your lips against him, giving him a tender kiss. “Where are you going?” He asked when you broke the kiss and pulled away.

“I’ve got laundry to do,” you answered.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” He grabbed you from behind and hugged you tightly, drawing laughter from you. “You are going to do absolutely nothing for the next six months as long as I’m around,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck; his beard tickling you.

“I guess I don’t have to do you either,” you teased.

“With me being the exception, of course.”

Ink (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hi guys! This was a cute fluffy smut imagine and I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it 😂 I’m boring I have nothing to say 😂
Warnings: fluffy smut
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: smut where Spencer loves the readers tattoos
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: your pregnant and babysitting Henry…
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You and Spencer sat on his bed watching Captain America on his laptop, snuggled next to each other.
You and Spencer have been dating for a year, ever since he laid eyes on you in the coffee shop it was love at first sight.
Spencer loves you a lot and you love him, but one thing that hasn’t happened yet was the big reveal.
Seeing each other naked.
Spencer told you he was ready but you weren’t at the time.
Little does he know, you have a few tattoos that you aren’t ready for him to see.
But you have been thinking; if he loves you so much, the tattoos shouldn’t matter to him.
You smiled to yourself involuntarily, unaware that Spencer was watching you.
“What are you smiling about?” He asked a small smile plastered on his face now.
“I was just thinking… I think I’m ready.” You said looking into his eyes.
He smirked and closed the computer.
“Are you sure? I can wait trust me.” He said softly as his lips were centimeters away from yours.
“I’m positive.” You said biting your lower lips before taking his lips in yours.
He slowly laid you down before lowering himself on top of you, kissing softly at your lips.
Pretty soon it escalated; tongues fought for dominance as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
His hand wandered up your shirt to your unclothed breast.
He broke the kiss, panting. “You aren’t wearing a bra.” He stated being careful to keep things slow.
You bit your bottom lip as you tugged your top over your head, revealing your naked torso.
Spencer’s eyes slowly fell to your chest, making his pupils dilate even more.
“Your so beautiful.” He said kissing the tops of your breasts.
He kissed up your neck but then stopped when something black caught his eye.
Great.
“What’s that?” He asked worried.
He’s going to hate them.
“Umm Spencer… the reason why I haven’t been comfortable with you seeing me is because… I have some tattoos and I wasn’t sure what you would have thought about them. I guess I was just nervous.” You said gently playing with his hair.
His eyes were soft and welcoming. “Let me see it.” He said craning his neck to look at your side.
Carved onto your skin was three bird silhouettes, each the size of a quarter.
“They’re beautiful.” He said with a smile as he kissed them softly.
“There’s three of them for each of my siblings, me included.” You said with a smile, noticing how much attention he was giving them.
“You said you have multiple of them. Can I see them all?” He said curiously.
“Woah woah there tiger, let’s even things out a bit first.” You said pulling his shirt over his head.
He giggled as you dramatically chucked his shirt across the room.
“The other ones are… lower.” You said eyeing your shorts.
He gladly slid them off of your legs but before removing your panties, he took off his pants as well.
The thin waistband showed a little bit of the French quote you had tattooed around your hip.
“I like this one too.” He said kissing it and holding your hips down.
“Do you know what it says?” You asked seductively.
He craned his neck and spoke out what it says, “Dream without fear, love without limits.”
You smiled as you watched him scan your body for more permanent markings.
On your left side of your ribs, you had an anchor, that was your favorite.
“Your so beautiful.” He said again paying attention to the tattoos on your body.
“Spencer?” You asked as he kissed the raised ink.
“Can I see the rest of you?” You asked nicely.
He looked down and back up to you before pulling down his boxers, his erection firm as his cheeks grew red.
“Your so gorgeous Spencer.” You said delicately tracing your fingers over his torso.
A spark of confidence fled through him as he pressed his lips against yours.
You pulled him closer down to you, feeling his tip against your thigh.
“I need you. I need you right now.” You said feeling pre cum drip down your thigh.
Spencer quickly grabbed a condom off of his side desk.
He slipped it on and looked back to your for assurance.
“I-I’m not sure what I’m doing so, please tell me if I’m hurting you or doing something you don’t like okay?” He said placing himself at your entrance.
You nodded and he slowly slipped into you, a moan escaping your lips at the feeling of being full.
He stayed there for a second, to let you get used to his length.
You started to buck your hips up to his, signaling him to start thrusting.
He started slow, but eventually picked up his pace.
Spencer started to shake above you as his his fingers circled your bundle of nerves, sending you over the edge with him close behind.
You both rode out your orgasms, panting as he collapsed to the side of you.
“That was amazing.” You said pulling the blanket up over you.
“It was? I mean I agree it’s just… it was my first time so I wasn’t sure how I did.” He said sheepishly.
“You did great. It’s not that often you can make a girl orgasm that quickly.” You said pulling him to lay on your chest.
He smiled and kissed your neck before tracing the outlines of your bird tattoos.
Goosebumps raising on your skin as his fingers delicately traced over the ink.
You kissed his forehead and you both fell into a deep sleep.

Steve-Bucky Headcanons

Platonic, but can be read as romantic.

  • Bucky often called Steve’s mother “Mom”. 
  • Steve’s first crush was Bucky’s sister.
  • Bucky has a Captain America plushie he calls “Stevie” and talks to whenever he’s alone. He hides Stevie under his pillow and thinks nobody knows, but everyone does, except Sam.
  • The first time Steve and Bucky got drunk, back in the 30s, they drunkenly kissed. They both remember the incident, but think that the other was too drunk to remember, hence, it has never come up between them.
  • Steve once overheard Bucky singing “The Star Spangled Man” while in the shower.
  • Steve’s mom used to make Bucky’s favorite cookies when he was a kid- Steve remembers the recipe and occasionally bakes them, much to Bucky’s delight.
  • The two often have night-long movie marathons in which they watch iconic movies that they missed being frozen. Steve usually falls asleep after a few hours, and cuddles Bucky in his sleep.
  • They watch all kinds of ‘must-watch’ movies. Bucky says his favorite is Star Wars: The Revenge of the Sith, but Steve knows it’s really Mean Girls.
  • When they were kids, Bucky would often hold an asthmatic Steve against his chest, so that Steve could feel the rhythm of his chest and breathe along, slightly calmer. Steve does the same thing present day when Bucky wakes up screaming from a nightmare, unable to breathe.
  • They haven’t completely gone back to the ‘punk-jerk’ relationship. They’re a bit more of what Sam calls ‘an old, married couple.’