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Dani. 21. South America. Crazy cat young girl. Writer-ish. Dreamer. Student. Marvel. Marvel trash. You know what? Just trash. Low-key doesn't want t die but jokes about it a lot. Hates real-life people. Hates everything, really. Did I mention how trash I am? Requests are open. ♥♥♥ The baby™ ♥♥♥ ☛ Masterlist ☚ ☛ AO3 ☚

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Happy Birthday, Anthony Mackie! September 23rd, 1978.

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Please read!

Hi everyone, how are you? I’m doing quite well, even though I’ve been home for the past six months, I’ve been enjoying myself. I do hope that you can stay home while you can, and if you must go to work, I hope you’re taking all the precautions necessary.

Okay, let’s cut to the chase. I’m closing this tumblr. In fact, I’m closing all my blogs. Tumblr is so draining that even if I’m not here, I’m always thinking about what things I should be posting and how the stuff I post never gets any notes. And that sucks.

I believe marvel fan fiction has kinda come to a low point in this website and it’s just not worth it. I will keep writing because I don’t want these ideas to go to waste, but everything will be posted to my AO3, WritingForTheAvengers, from now on, as it has been for the past few years.

I want to thank everyone for being with me through these five years, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? I’m so grateful for all the amazing people I’ve met and the friends who have stuck with me. Thanks so much!

Look for me in AO3, theres exclusive content as well 🌝 WritingForTheAvengers

[bob-belcher]

Young Justice, Bereft (S01E09)

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*gasp*

Who hacked that!

[anais-ninja-bitch]

in case anyone needs a reference

[angryschnauzer]

For future ‘everyone living happily in Stark Tower’ fics.

[hawksmagnolia]

Because 2012 was a simpler, happier time.

[writingfortheavengers]

who the hell looked into my brain?

[phoenixes-and-wizards]

i was waiting for her to post because i always noticed that the two of them had a special bond during the Black Panther press releases. chadwick even said once that the minute he saw her, he just knew that she would be his sister, and not just on-screen; letitia, on the other hand, often referred to him as her big brother.

i pray that tish is receiving all the love and support she needs right now to get through this. i’m gonna miss seeing these two together.

i love you 3000, chadwick.

[userpoe]

Anne Hathaway as Mia Thermopolis in The Princess Diaries (2001)

[clayfaced]

—Psalm 144:1, for @ceterisparibus116 as part of @daredevilexchange​

[ID: 3 gifs of Matt Murdock from Daredevil. Each gif has a pink and purple tint and is a composite of two scenes described from left to right. 1: A close up of a cross necklace being put into Matt’s open hand fades into him looking up and closing his eyes. Text reads “blessed be the lord my rock”. 2: A close up of his arms as he winds bandages around his hands before training fades into him sitting in a church pew talking to Father Lantom. Text reads “who trains my hands for war”. 3: A close up of Matt holding his mask showing it to Karen fades to a side profile of him facing left in Fogwell’s Gym. The face of the mask and Matt’s profile align opposite to each other. Text reads “and my fingers for battle”. end ID]

[danielljacksons-deactivated2021]

PAUL RUDD as SCOTT LANG in ANT-MAN

[ddraco]

[artschoolglasses]

I will never forgive them for cutting out this scene.

[mytamakomysookee]

Tumblr app doesn’t show this gif set but I already know what it is. No need to hesitate to reblog.

[midoriko-sama]

And he did this just before a road trip, stuck in the car with his parents asking what he was thinking.

[keepcalmimspidey-deactivated201]

The look of utter defiance Dudley gives Vernon as he steps over the fence though 

[itsmevicky]

And how he does it really slowly as well as if to say “What you gonna do about it huh?”

[thebibliosphere]

The phone rings. It was an absurd wedding gift from his father in-law, and one which much to Harry’s surprise, had actually worked when he’d plugged it into the landline. Arthur had taken to phoning him on it, just for the pure novelty of the thing—though how they’d managed to get a BT engineer out to the Burrow without causing an incident, Harry doesn’t know. He’s not sure he wants to.

“Hello?”

“Uhm,, is this…is this the Potter residence?”

There’s a beat of silence as Harry adjusts the receiver against his ear, not quite sure he’s heard who he thinks he has. “…Dudley?”

“Yea…uhm, Harry?”

“Dudley.” Harry repeats numbly, turning to look at Ginny who is looking at him expectantly, eyebrows raised. “Uh…Christ, Dudley, hi how did…how did you find this number?”

There’s another beat of silence and the crackle of static that might have been a sigh or simply just the line breaking up. “Hi, sorry I know you probably…sorry this was stupid. I uh, I put your name in the computer and this was the only thing that came up.”

“Oh.” Harry breathes, still trying to recover his equilibrium. Ten minutes ago he’d been using his wand to clear away dinner, he’d been getting ready to sit down and read through some reports before putting the kids to bed, and now somehow, he’s talking to his muggle cousin who he hasn’t seen since… “How, how are you?”

“Good, yea” Dudley replies, seeming to rally, “You?”

“Yea, uh, doing well…”

The conversation lasts maybe a half hour, faltering and awkward. But they’re going for a coffee at the end of the week and Harry supposes…that’s…that’s a thing that is happening.

*

“Harry…”

Harry turns and looks up, and looks up some more at the looming figure blocking out the light. 

“Dudley,” he says, standing up and hoping the pang of something awful doesn’t show on his face. For a moment he thought he’d been looking at Vernon. “It’s good to see you.”

Dudley gives him a look that says he clearly knows Harry is lying, but is thankful for being humored. “You too, you’re looking good…”

They pass the  first few minutes with awkward pleasantries and even more awkward silences. But it’s…nice would be too strong a word, but it’s not bad either. He even manages to get a smile out of him when he calls him Big D, the other man shaking his head with a self depreciating eye roll.

“Dad died,” Dudley says after a while, and Harry feels an icy hot flash go down his spine, curdling in his gut.

“Oh,” he says, not quite sure how he’s supposed to feel about that, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Dudley snorts into his coffee. “Somehow I doubt it.” and it’s not accusing, but Harry still can’t help but feel like he should defend himself. The words they locked me in a cupboard are on the cusp of his tongue but Dudley gets there before him. “There’s a lot of things…looking back…lot of things…” and it’s not an apology, not really. “Took me a long time to realize certain things weren’t right…too long.” 

Harry nods at that, because yes, it had also taken him a long time too to understand the full of extent of what had gone on in 4 Privet Drive. He still doesn’t like tight spaces.

“You realize things though, when you have kids,” Dudley carries on, shaking his head, “Like they’re just kids, how can you do that to a kid? They need you for everything.”

And Harry can relate to that too. Lily is three and Ginny is pregnant again and James already has an alarming alacrity for finding trouble and with or without magic Harry doesn’t have enough hands to deal with it all. But he loves it, and he loves them, and the thought of anyone ever treating his children the way he remembers his first eleven years of life is enough to make the electric lights over their head flicker. 

“You’ve got kids?”

“Two,” Harry says, “third one on the way. You?”

“Nice. Just the one, so far.” He hands over his phone, the image of a bright young girl with dark skin and tight ringlet curls staring back at him from the grasp of Dudley’s arms. “Effie.” He smiles ruefully at Harry’s obvious surprise. “Dad wasn’t too happy about that either.”

“She’s gorgeous.” Harry says, handing the phone back and pulling out his own wallet to reveal the moving pictures inside. 

Dudley flinches a bit at that, but he guffaws broadly when he spies James. “Cor, he don’t half look like you. No glasses though.”

“No,” Harry says, pushing his own glasses back up his nose. “He’s got his mother’s eyes, thankfully.”

“Actually, Harry, there was something I was hoping we could…talk about.”

And ah, there it is. “What about?”

“It’s…it’s about Effie…”

And when he’s done talking Harry just wants to lean back and laugh and laugh and laugh, because of course Vernon Dudley’s granddaughter is a witch, of course she is. But he doesn’t, because Dudley is doing the one thing he can think of to try and help his child, and Harry can’t fault him for that.

*

They keep in touch after that. Christmas cards, postcards—gifts for the kids on birthdays. The year Effie turns eleven—the same as James—Harry drops a casually long thought out text into the familial void.

“Diagon A this weekend, if you’re up for it?”

The text comes back quickly, a little too quickly for the way Dudders pecks at his phone whenever Harry has seen him typing. “Snds gd, 1st pint on u ;-) - Big D 🍺🍺🍺👌👍”

It’ll be painfully awkward, it always is. But it’s something.

[fvckingavengers]

Rank the OG Avengers from first to last in their oral skills?

5/10 - he’s very scatterbrained, can’t focus for too long

6/10 - not one of his phd’s are in gynecology, but i refuse to believe he hasn’t read a few books to know what he’s doing

7/10 - enjoys feeling your thighs shake around his head, but is too eager to stick his dick inside of you. doesn’t makes you cum from oral a whole helluva lot

8/10 - knows what the fuck she’s doing. major tease. edges you like no tomorrow. 

9/10 - started from the bottom now we here. bucky taught him everything he knows. internet porn only added to it. very eager to please. overstimulates.

10/10 - p l a y b o y. experience out the wazoo. ADHD so he fingers your cunt and/or ass while his tongue is busy. still likes to 69.

[writingfortheavengers]

I AGREE SO VIOLENTLY

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Do you all ever just sleep for over 15 hours and wake up feeling exhausted? Like you could sleep for another 15 hours but you aren’t allowed to

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Ah yes

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my neck wants to be hugged by chris evans’s hands

[writingfortheavengers]

The bet (4/15) - Clint Barton

Pairing: Clint Barton x Journalist!Reader

Summary: Clint and Natasha have loved each other for a very long time although the unspoken promise between them is to be friends forever no matter what. They have held up their end of the deal very well throughout the years, but on a night of drinking and relaxing after a mission, a young woman caught Clint’s attention completely, which doesn’t seem to make Nat very happy. Out of jealousy, Nat proposes a bet to Clint, and though reluctant at first, he accepts.If Clint makes this girl fall in love with him within a year, he will get Nat’s apartment, but if he loses, she will claim his new apartment.Clint doesn’t like the idea of putting his heart on the line, but the idea of a free car and a jealous Nat is very tempting.

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, mentions of smut, lack of emotional responsibility

Taglist: @itsanerdlife​​

→ Part 1  → Part 2  → Part 3 

There was a wide spectrum of things Clint didn’t like to do, but dancing, strangely, was one of his favorite things. He didn’t do it often, at least not surrounded by a bunch of sweaty strangers, but now that he lived alone in a brand new apartment, he enjoyed the privacy to work on his moves. The one person he liked to dance with was Natasha. He liked Natasha, he could even say he loved her, and for many reasons; first and foremost, they knew each other for a very long time, and even though they had changed and grown, it felt as if they had done it together.

But there he was, dancing with a stranger. She was a lot younger than him, probably in her late twenties, and she was clearly nervous to be around him. She didn’t look at him, or did so very quickly and glanced away or closed her eyes, feeling the beat drum all through her body.

Clint wasn’t drunk enough to forget about the bet that Natasha had proposed, and though he liked a good game and a better bet, he didn’t like the idea of playing with someone’s feelings. Especially if his were on the line of fire too; this girl didn’t have any kind of participation in his life other than the incidental exchange of looks, but apparently Natasha wasn’t okay with it. He knew he had it coming, since he wasn’t okay with what she used to have with that blind, fighting-crime dude from Hell’s Kitchen.

A song he didn’t know started playing, but the girl apparently did because she gasped, and she grabbed her friend’s arm to sing something in what it seemed like Spanish. Then, it had a weird suspense sound coming, like the one in old shark movies, and his dancing partner changed personalities completely.

“Mami, que tu quiere’? Aquí llegó tu tiburón,” she quickly got rid of her inhibitions and started dancing on her own, forgetting completely Clint was even there. “Yo quiero perrearte y fumarme un blunt, ver lo que esconde ese pantalón…”

She made a beckoning sign at him and she started rubbing herself onto him. She was so naturally careless, and though Clint was holding onto her hips, he wasn’t completely sure if he want enjoying it. She placed her arms on his shoulders and looked at him seductively, batting her eyelashes and tugging at her bottom lip. From up-close, she was very attractive, and the sheer layer of sweat that had gathered on her forehead gave her another kind of glow, not necessarily a literal one, but there was something new about her, something he liked very much.

She looked at him again, focusing on his lips and then on his eyes and smirking naughtily. It was so out of the sudden; it hit Clint like a snowball to the face, but there he was, leaning in to crash his lips against hers and holding on tightly to her waist. She grazed her fingers on the nape of his neck and along his short hair at the back of his head; discovering a soft spot that, until then, only Natasha had had any access to.

Her lips molded perfectly with his, and her mouth was just a little bit open for her to slightly slide her tongue on his bottom lip. Clint’s grip on her waist tightened, and he pressed her against his body harshly, eliciting a soft, nasty moan from her perfectly plump lips. One of his hands roamed up her arm and shoulder to meet the back of her head, at the base of her hairline. He kept her in place, as they were no longer dancing with the music; they were at another pace, a pace of their own.

She broke the kiss and continued to dance away from him, but only at the reach of his arms. He felt flustered and kinda bothered. He didn’t remember the last time a girl made him feel like that, and though he didn’t really mind, he did feel a certain attraction to her. He grabbed her arm and made her twirl, only to make her press her back against his. She held on to the back of his neck as she swayed her well secured hips. Clint was holding on to the hem of her jeans while pulling her closer, but there was no space left in between them. She rested her head on his shoulder as she sang loudly to the lyrics of, yet another song he didn’t know.

She turned around one last time and placed her hands around his shoulders to pull him closer to her. Clint was already too into it to care about Natasha’s glare a few meters away.

“I’m getting kinda thirsty,” she said to his ear in a raspy voice. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

“Let me come with you,” Clint offered.

Natasha saw the two walk away to the bar and then towards the table. She told her dancing partner to with her, and on their way to the table, she dragged Bucky along.

“(Y/N), hey!” Natasha’s dancing partner exclaimed as she met her, apparent, friend at the table. Clint repeated the name in his mind over and over again as if he feared he’d forget it. “Thought you’d ditch me!” She went so sit next to her friend.

“It seemed to me like you were in good company,” she chuckled lightly, squeezing closer towards Clint, who had a hand on her thigh and the other around her back. “Hey,” she greeted the two strangers. The redhead that had her hand intertwined with Bailey earlier was looking threateningly at her, and (Y/N) felt suddenly intimidated, and shrunk smaller and smaller in the seat. She leaned onto Clint, trying to regain confidence again.

“Buck, help me get us all a couple of beers, would you?” The redhead smiled widely, but (Y/N) couldn’t seem to buy it or trust it. “We’ll be right back,” she swayed her hips as she walked to the bar.

“So, (Y/N),” Clint said in a seductive voice. “It seems like you have a name,” he teased. “I’m Clint, by the way, Clint Barton.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled and pecked his lips swiftly. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I’m Bailey Miller, in case you were wondering,” Bailey chimed in. “I’m this bitch’s best friend,” she pointed at her friend, “and I do need to ask, is your friend single?”

“Bucky? Yeah, I guess so,” he shrugged. “Why?”

“Yeah great,” Bailey said carelessly, “but I was talking about your other friend, the redhead one… I think she said her name was Natalia, but with the music I couldn’t really her.”

“Natasha is the name we all call her, but Natalia’s good too. She’s single, as far as I know,” Clint blinked perplexed, and though he knew Natasha liked women too, it was the first time in perhaps forever, that he didn’t care who Natasha was with, “but I’m not sure if she likes women,” he lied.

“Maybe,” Bailey tilted her head to both sides, “but the way she kissed me back there didn’t really give me a straight vibe,” she shrugged carelessly. (Y/N) kicked her friend’s shin under the table for not thinking before speaking. Bailey glared at her for a split second. “Rude,” she hissed.

Natasha and Bucky came back with the drinks and the new acquaintances shared some more vague details about their lives. Clint’s hand grazed lazily over (Y/N)’s thigh, drawing irregular shapes on the fabric. He kissed her head lightly every once in a while, which seemed to bother Natasha very much.

Clint loved it when Natasha was jealous. It was so obvious, and when she had more alcohol in her blood it was a fun spectacle to watch. Bucky watched his two friends stir the sexual tension between them, but he did notice that Clint held (Y/N) in a strange manner. Maybe the alcohol had gotten to his head, but he could’ve sworn that Clint had never hold Nat like that.

“I think we’re gonna head off,” (Y/N) gently patted Clint’s lap. “I’ve got work to do tomorrow, and I need to finish it,” she pursed her lips. “It was nice to meet you, Clint Barton,” she giggled softly and kissed his cheek. “Bailey, come on,” she pointed at the door with a quick movement of her head.

“You’re not gonna give me your number?” Clint pouted.

“Why don’t you give me yours and I’ll call you,” (Y/N) offered. She wasn’t really interested in exchanging numbers with him. It was all fun and games, but she thought it should stay that way. Though Clint insisted, her answer remained negative. She didn’t like when men insisted too much about anything, it made her lose interest right away. She stood up. “Bye guys,” she waved them goodbye and started walking away.

Natasha and Bailey exchanged a few more words and the redhead walked her new conquest to the door. They shared one last kiss, and then the spy came back to her table, feeling rather triumphant, unlike Clint.

“Alright, Nat,” Clint said, feeling hot and bothered, and especially frustrated because he couldn’t get that girl’s number. “You’re on.”

A wide smile spread on the redhead’s lips. “Good.”

[fvckingavengers]

it should go without saying that even if its a drabble or head canon, especially with grave detail, that you should reblog what someone’s written. even more so when its been requested. 

yet another reminder to treat your writers well.

we are a dying breed.

reblog to validate your favorite writers. add a comment or feedback to keep your fave writers writing.

[thekairos]

New Beginnings (4/5) - Tony Stark

Series Summary: After the accords were signed, you have no other choice but to leave the country and hide while you got yourself a new identity, and Wakanda is a great place to do that for a while. Once you get everything together, you take off to live your new life as an undercover agent working for Fury. A couple of years go by without having any kind of contact or information about your old family until you get a birthday invitation from Colonel James Rhodes. The temptation to say no is big, but your years of friendship and your love for him are bigger. The big question is: what will happen when you see Tony Stark again?

Characters: Tony Stark - Steve Rogers - Avengers - Maria Hill - James Rhodes - Reader

Warnings: Mildly strong language, alcohol, mentions of smut, fluff and angst.

BOOK 1: Love in the times of the SSR: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

BOOK 2: New York and the Aliens Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

BOOK 3: Till the end of the line: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

BOOK 4: The age of miracles: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

BOOK 5:  Comebacks and regrets: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

BOOK 6: New Beginnings: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You decided to extend your stay for a couple of weeks since you had friends and graves to visit, and just when you had lost all hope on Tony, he called you to meet that exact same day. He asked you out to a nice restaurant you once went to when you were at the beginning of your relationship. You had good memories of it, and you hoped there would be some more.

You weren’t sure why you had said yes without hesitating, it seemed as if you were still at his beck and call. But as you stepped out of your hotel and took the subway to meet him you started to regret it. You were completely sober, and it was the only way you could ever have this conversation, especially if it would decide the fate of your story with Tony Stark.

The time that took you to the restaurant only made you miserable, because it was an excellent moment to relive all the good stuff that happened with him. There were so many, even through the sad times there was a way to find happiness. He made you incredibly happy, and there was no way to deny that. Even now, you could swear he could still make you happy.

He welcomed you with a warm hug in which you could’ve stayed forever, and then he walked you to the table he had booked for the two of you. At first, all you had was small talk, and you realized you hadn’t got any better at it. He asked about what things you had done these last couple of days and if you had visited Rhodey to talk, but then Tony’s face changed drastically and you got scared.

“I feel like I have no reason or right to ask this,” he left his cutlery on the table and rested his back on the chair, “but is there someone in your life?”

“Wow,” you choked with the wine you were drinking. “I was not expecting that. No, there’s no one in my life.”

“What about Steve?”

“Why Steve?” You rolled your eyes. “Why do you have to ask about him or talk about him? When I left you asked about him too, even after I told you countless times I had nothing to do with him.”

“It just seems like a possibility to me,” Tony shrugged. “I always feared you’d leave me to go with him.”

“Tony…” you tugged at your bottom lip. “The way Steve and I broke up was so nasty, and it took me so long to actually forgive him that I could never be with him again. We’re great friends now, but we’re not the same friends we used to be. Besides, Steve got married to Sharon. He’s very much in love with her, and so is she. There’s some distance between us now, and we’re trying to build the bridge again, I suppose it’s for her. I mean it, Steve and I have been through enough to not be together ever again. We fell in love, fell out, and we forgave each other. We’re just friends—family now I guess.”

“I just thought…”

“You think too much sometimes, and you don’t get to the right conclusions. What about you? Any special lady with you?”

“Not physically at least. She doesn’t live here in the States…”

“Oh,” you couldn’t say anything more. Deep inside you wished Tony was still single, getting back together was a real possibility until a few seconds ago.

“I’m talking about you, silly,” he chuckled. “You don’t live in the States. You’ve always been my special lady. Even when I didn’t have you. I loved you, and god knows I still do, (Y/N).”

“I love you too,” you confessed before your brain could stop you. “Being without you has been terrible sometimes,” you shook your head. “I’m always on the verge of calling you, texting you… trying to know anything from you, but then I think you’ve moved on and I get a bit sad because I don’t think I have. I know I look like I have my shit together, but… truth is that if I’m not working, then I’m thinking about you, and that’s no way of living, Tony… So I need to know—”

“I’m sorry,” he chimed in a gloomy voice. “I know this apology comes in a little late, but I’ve been going over this with my doctor and Rhodey so many times and I still don’t know how to put it into words, but I suppose it’s just gut feeling, right? It’s always that,” he smiled quickly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry for putting you in danger. I’m sorry for making you feel betrayed and not loved, even when I loved you so much. I’m sorry for going behind your back. I’m sorry for breaking us up. I’m sorry for making you leave the country. But above all of this, I’m sorry for making you feel the same way you felt with Steve. We talked about it before, and we promised each other to not make the same mistakes, but I did the opposite and I hurt you… I never wanted to hurt you, because you’re the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time.”

Your eyes filled with tears when you heard the words you had waited for. You didn’t even know what to say, or even if you should say anything. You pursed your lips tightly and looked away. You thanked the dim lighting of the restaurant because you were not on your best look by then.

“You were wrong when you said I didn’t change,” he said in a soft voice, reaching out his hand to yours. “I have, and you haven’t been there to see it, but I know I have—Rhodey knows it too, and I wanted you to know it too. I know I should’ve called or something, but I know you needed time to heal, and I have no idea how much it really hurt you, but if you had to move across the ocean to be safe, I suppose it was a lot. I’m sorry for that, for all that happened between us. I never wanted things to end like this, but I’m learning—still learning…” he looked at you with worried eyes. “(Y/N), can you please say something?”

“This was not the apology I was expecting,” you shook your head. “Don’t get me wrong, the one I settled for in my mind was way less than this, so I guess you have changed, but…” you tugged at your bottom lip. “I don’t really know what to say—I never knew,” you stayed in silence a bit more. “Tony, do you mind if go? I really don’t think I can do this,” you collected your few belongings and hurried to leave.

Tony watched you leave again, but this time he was decided to not let you go. He got up right after you, grabbed your hand and made you turn. Your vision was blurry from the tears, but you knew he was in front of you, begging silently for you to not leave again.

“Tony, don’t make this harder please…”

“No, because I saw you leaving once, and I’m sure as hell not gonna let you go again,” he looked straight into your eyes. “There’s no way we can go back to how we were because we’re not the same people anymore, (Y/N). We’ve changed, we’ve grown—I’ve grown.”

“What if we’re too different now?”

“You said you loved me,” he pointed out, “that you still do. Love is all we both need—all we ever needed,” you sighed heavily. “Don’t even try to make up an excuse, (Y/N),” even after all these years he could still read you like a book, “we didn’t need an excuse to be together back then, we don’t need it now.”

“I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

“If you can trust me or if you want to trust me?” Tony cocked an eyebrow. “Look, in the years we were together I never did anything to break your trust. Not a single thing, and you know that’s true. We started in honesty, there was nothing secret in between us. I know that I fucked up real bad, and it cost me everything I had, everything I worked for and I know it was the same for you, but after Loki, shit started happening because of me only. I shouldn’t have signed that crap, but here we are, alive and well after all… If you come back, I can promise you that you’ll be safe, even if you’re not with me…” Tony said softly. “I love you, (Y/N), and I don’t know how to make that sink in that stubborn head of yours,” you looked away, trying to hold back the tears, but Tony held your face in between his hands. “(Y/N), I don’t want to pick up where we left off, because we’re two different people now, but I want you to know that there is future with me. I’ve slowed down, the world has slowed down too… I just wanna be with you again, and that’s about it.”

“Start over?” You whispered.

“Yes, babe. Start over, make things right…”

“I wish I didn’t love you this much,” you chuckled in between sobs. “Otherwise, I would’ve just taken a plane back to my house… Oh, I’ve missed you so much, Stark,” you tugged at the collar of his vest and pulled him closer to press your lips against his.

His kiss gave you a sense of home that if gave you warm chills all over your body. His arms wrapped around your waist, and if you hadn’t been at a public place, you would’ve made love right there, but he drove back to the tower to calm his hunger for you.

You were everything he ever wanted, and all that he needed, and now that he had you in his arms, he would make sure to never hurt you again. It was hard, since he never really knew how to not break stuff; building suits was easy, building relationships with people not really. But with you it was easy, it’s like you had never left, and that you were still the couple from three years ago.

You were writhing underneath him, calling his name and feeling exactly like home. It took you a minute to realize that Tony was your home. Your heart was with him, and you’d make sure it never left his side.

“I love you,” Tony panted, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stark,” you smiled tiredly, holding his face with your hands. “You up for another round?” You teased and Tony smiled wickedly.

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ummmmmm so i just read on IG that Chadwick Boseman is dead and I just cannot control my tears right now

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The bet (4/15) - Clint Barton

Pairing: Clint Barton x Journalist!Reader

Summary: Clint and Natasha have loved each other for a very long time although the unspoken promise between them is to be friends forever no matter what. They have held up their end of the deal very well throughout the years, but on a night of drinking and relaxing after a mission, a young woman caught Clint’s attention completely, which doesn’t seem to make Nat very happy. Out of jealousy, Nat proposes a bet to Clint, and though reluctant at first, he accepts.If Clint makes this girl fall in love with him within a year, he will get Nat’s apartment, but if he loses, she will claim his new apartment.Clint doesn’t like the idea of putting his heart on the line, but the idea of a free car and a jealous Nat is very tempting.

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, mentions of smut, lack of emotional responsibility

Taglist: @itsanerdlife​​

→ Part 1  → Part 2  → Part 3 

There was a wide spectrum of things Clint didn’t like to do, but dancing, strangely, was one of his favorite things. He didn’t do it often, at least not surrounded by a bunch of sweaty strangers, but now that he lived alone in a brand new apartment, he enjoyed the privacy to work on his moves. The one person he liked to dance with was Natasha. He liked Natasha, he could even say he loved her, and for many reasons; first and foremost, they knew each other for a very long time, and even though they had changed and grown, it felt as if they had done it together.

But there he was, dancing with a stranger. She was a lot younger than him, probably in her late twenties, and she was clearly nervous to be around him. She didn’t look at him, or did so very quickly and glanced away or closed her eyes, feeling the beat drum all through her body.

Clint wasn’t drunk enough to forget about the bet that Natasha had proposed, and though he liked a good game and a better bet, he didn’t like the idea of playing with someone’s feelings. Especially if his were on the line of fire too; this girl didn’t have any kind of participation in his life other than the incidental exchange of looks, but apparently Natasha wasn’t okay with it. He knew he had it coming, since he wasn’t okay with what she used to have with that blind, fighting-crime dude from Hell’s Kitchen.

A song he didn’t know started playing, but the girl apparently did because she gasped, and she grabbed her friend’s arm to sing something in what it seemed like Spanish. Then, it had a weird suspense sound coming, like the one in old shark movies, and his dancing partner changed personalities completely.

“Mami, que tu quiere’? Aquí llegó tu tiburón,” she quickly got rid of her inhibitions and started dancing on her own, forgetting completely Clint was even there. “Yo quiero perrearte y fumarme un blunt, ver lo que esconde ese pantalón…”

She made a beckoning sign at him and she started rubbing herself onto him. She was so naturally careless, and though Clint was holding onto her hips, he wasn’t completely sure if he want enjoying it. She placed her arms on his shoulders and looked at him seductively, batting her eyelashes and tugging at her bottom lip. From up-close, she was very attractive, and the sheer layer of sweat that had gathered on her forehead gave her another kind of glow, not necessarily a literal one, but there was something new about her, something he liked very much.

She looked at him again, focusing on his lips and then on his eyes and smirking naughtily. It was so out of the sudden; it hit Clint like a snowball to the face, but there he was, leaning in to crash his lips against hers and holding on tightly to her waist. She grazed her fingers on the nape of his neck and along his short hair at the back of his head; discovering a soft spot that, until then, only Natasha had had any access to.

Her lips molded perfectly with his, and her mouth was just a little bit open for her to slightly slide her tongue on his bottom lip. Clint’s grip on her waist tightened, and he pressed her against his body harshly, eliciting a soft, nasty moan from her perfectly plump lips. One of his hands roamed up her arm and shoulder to meet the back of her head, at the base of her hairline. He kept her in place, as they were no longer dancing with the music; they were at another pace, a pace of their own.

She broke the kiss and continued to dance away from him, but only at the reach of his arms. He felt flustered and kinda bothered. He didn’t remember the last time a girl made him feel like that, and though he didn’t really mind, he did feel a certain attraction to her. He grabbed her arm and made her twirl, only to make her press her back against his. She held on to the back of his neck as she swayed her well secured hips. Clint was holding on to the hem of her jeans while pulling her closer, but there was no space left in between them. She rested her head on his shoulder as she sang loudly to the lyrics of, yet another song he didn’t know.

She turned around one last time and placed her hands around his shoulders to pull him closer to her. Clint was already too into it to care about Natasha’s glare a few meters away.

“I’m getting kinda thirsty,” she said to his ear in a raspy voice. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

“Let me come with you,” Clint offered.

Natasha saw the two walk away to the bar and then towards the table. She told her dancing partner to with her, and on their way to the table, she dragged Bucky along.

“(Y/N), hey!” Natasha’s dancing partner exclaimed as she met her, apparent, friend at the table. Clint repeated the name in his mind over and over again as if he feared he’d forget it. “Thought you’d ditch me!” She went so sit next to her friend.

“It seemed to me like you were in good company,” she chuckled lightly, squeezing closer towards Clint, who had a hand on her thigh and the other around her back. “Hey,” she greeted the two strangers. The redhead that had her hand intertwined with Bailey earlier was looking threateningly at her, and (Y/N) felt suddenly intimidated, and shrunk smaller and smaller in the seat. She leaned onto Clint, trying to regain confidence again.

“Buck, help me get us all a couple of beers, would you?” The redhead smiled widely, but (Y/N) couldn’t seem to buy it or trust it. “We’ll be right back,” she swayed her hips as she walked to the bar.

“So, (Y/N),” Clint said in a seductive voice. “It seems like you have a name,” he teased. “I’m Clint, by the way, Clint Barton.”

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled and pecked his lips swiftly. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I’m Bailey Miller, in case you were wondering,” Bailey chimed in. “I’m this bitch’s best friend,” she pointed at her friend, “and I do need to ask, is your friend single?”

“Bucky? Yeah, I guess so,” he shrugged. “Why?”

“Yeah great,” Bailey said carelessly, “but I was talking about your other friend, the redhead one… I think she said her name was Natalia, but with the music I couldn’t really her.”

“Natasha is the name we all call her, but Natalia’s good too. She’s single, as far as I know,” Clint blinked perplexed, and though he knew Natasha liked women too, it was the first time in perhaps forever, that he didn’t care who Natasha was with, “but I’m not sure if she likes women,” he lied.

“Maybe,” Bailey tilted her head to both sides, “but the way she kissed me back there didn’t really give me a straight vibe,” she shrugged carelessly. (Y/N) kicked her friend’s shin under the table for not thinking before speaking. Bailey glared at her for a split second. “Rude,” she hissed.

Natasha and Bucky came back with the drinks and the new acquaintances shared some more vague details about their lives. Clint’s hand grazed lazily over (Y/N)’s thigh, drawing irregular shapes on the fabric. He kissed her head lightly every once in a while, which seemed to bother Natasha very much.

Clint loved it when Natasha was jealous. It was so obvious, and when she had more alcohol in her blood it was a fun spectacle to watch. Bucky watched his two friends stir the sexual tension between them, but he did notice that Clint held (Y/N) in a strange manner. Maybe the alcohol had gotten to his head, but he could’ve sworn that Clint had never hold Nat like that.

“I think we’re gonna head off,” (Y/N) gently patted Clint’s lap. “I’ve got work to do tomorrow, and I need to finish it,” she pursed her lips. “It was nice to meet you, Clint Barton,” she giggled softly and kissed his cheek. “Bailey, come on,” she pointed at the door with a quick movement of her head.

“You’re not gonna give me your number?” Clint pouted.

“Why don’t you give me yours and I’ll call you,” (Y/N) offered. She wasn’t really interested in exchanging numbers with him. It was all fun and games, but she thought it should stay that way. Though Clint insisted, her answer remained negative. She didn’t like when men insisted too much about anything, it made her lose interest right away. She stood up. “Bye guys,” she waved them goodbye and started walking away.

Natasha and Bailey exchanged a few more words and the redhead walked her new conquest to the door. They shared one last kiss, and then the spy came back to her table, feeling rather triumphant, unlike Clint.

“Alright, Nat,” Clint said, feeling hot and bothered, and especially frustrated because he couldn’t get that girl’s number. “You’re on.”

A wide smile spread on the redhead’s lips. “Good.”