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Dating Felix from Once Upon a Time would Include....

The first time you traced the scar on his face he got really choked up

After all his years on Neverland, he wasn't used to positive physical contact, and your touch was so soft that he thought he might explode from an emotional overload

Likes to hold your hand when you're walking

Lunch and dinner dates at Granny's!!!

Holding hands over the table

Sharing fries and milkshakes

He only dances when you're alone

So Granny let's you stay past closing so you can use the jukebox

He's the big spoon most nights

But he also likes to be held by you

It makes him feel safe

His sketchbook is filled with drawings of you

You're his favorite subject

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Apparently I have a type

talk ur shit

No bc you know something's wrong when EVEN this mf would be a better Captain America than John Walker

Y'ALL KNOW I'M RIGHT

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Summary: Three times Kaz indirectly tells Y/N he loves her and one time she almost dies and he actually confessed his feelings just in a very Kaz like way.

Kaz was an enigma. A painful, irritating enigma.

And Y/N wanted to murder him. Well, she would be murdering him if there wasn't currently a knife sticking out her left thigh.

"Jesper, Jesper, Jesper, don't you dare pull it," Y/N demanded, looking up at her friend with wide eyes.

"I wasn't going to pull it out!" Jesper exclaimed, throwing his hands up and jumping back a step.

"Yes, you were!"

"No, I wasn't!"

"Jesper, I have known you for long enough to recognize that look in your eye."

"I am insulted, Y/N!"

"Will you two be quiet," Kaz snapped, slamming his cane into the ground to get them both to shut up. Kaz let out a long, drawn out sigh and closed his eyes. "Y/N, you cannot walk back to the Slat with a knife sticking out your leg."

"Who says I can't?" Y/N challenged, looking up at Kaz.

"Me," Kaz shot back. "Jesper, pull it out."

"Jesper, do not pull it out," Y/N snapped, her head turning to look at Jesper threateningly, narrowing her eyes.

"Jesper, do not listen to her -"

"Jesper, do listen to me otherwise I will melt down those precious revolvers of yours and turn them into jewellery."

"Jesper, ignore Y/N."

"Kaz!"

"Y/N!"

Y/N let out a screech of pain as the knife was suddenly pulled out her leg and then someone's hand pressed down, hard, on to the wound.

"What the fuck, Jesper!" Y/N yelled, whacking him on the shoulder as she resisted the urge to actually punch him.

"Sorry, gorgeous, but quite frankly, Kaz scares me more than you do," Jesper replied, shrugging and giving her his iconic Jesper smile in an attempt to make things better.

Y/N wanted to slap him but was in too much pain to actually commit. Her leg was throbbing and burning and she really wanted someone to knock her out. Jesper pulled Y/N's scarf from around her neck and wrapped it around her thigh.

"You're going to regret this, Jesper," Y/N complained, dropping her head back against the wall she was leaning on and closing her eyes. "Say goodbye to those revolvers."

"Y/N, stop threatening Jesper," Kaz drawled. He glanced around the alleyway they were hiding in. "We should go before someone finds us."

"How are we getting Y/N back?" Jesper asked, tying the scarf in a knot.

"Just because Y/N's eyes are closed, doesn't mean she can't hear you," Y/N said, opening her eyes and glaring at Jesper. "Y/N, will walk."

Kaz stared. "You can't walk."

"Then I will hop," Y/N replied.

Using her good leg, Y/N began to awkwardly push herself up. She wobbled to the side and Jesper caught her, wrapping an arm around her waist and letting Y/N push herself up using his other hand.

"Are you really going to hop back to the Slat?" Jesper asked, raising his eyebrows as Y/N wobbled again, her right leg barely supporting her own weight.

"Hop, crawl, slide, glide and pivot - either way I'll make it back," Y/N replied, although as she spoke her grip on Jesper's hand tightened and she wobbled again.

Kaz watched Y/N, his eyes narrowing a fraction. He flexed the hand that was wrapped around his cane and exhaled slowly.

"Use this," Kaz said gruffly, holding out his cane.

Jesper and Y/N turned to stare at him with wide eyes. Kaz rolled his eyes at their reaction and grabbed Y/N's right hand by her wrist, physically placing the cane into it.

"Come along," Kaz called, limping off down the alley with remarkable speed.

Jesper and Y/N stared after him.

"Ok, what the fuck," Y/N whispered, looking at Jesper with wide eyes. She could feel the golden crows head of the cane in her hand, her index finger resting along its beak.

"I told you he liked you," Jesper said, winking.

Y/N whacked Jesper's knees with Kaz's cane and Jesper yelped. "As if. Kaz doesn't like anyone - he barely likes himself, Jesper."

"Of course, darling," Jesper said placatingly. "Come along, hop along, Kaz is probably back by now at the speed he went off at."

"We scared him off," Y/N replied as they slowly walked back to the Slat, Y/N relying heavily on Kaz's cane and Jesper as she did a weird, hop, shuffle, slide.

"You weren't actually going to melt my revolvers down, were you?" Jesper asked, pausing suddenly.

Y/N stumbled at Jesper's sudden stop. She looked up at him. "No, of course not. I'm not that mean," she replied, smiling. Jesper smiled back and nodded, reassured of his revolvers fate. "Yet," Y/N added quietly.

"I look ridiculous."

"You look wonderful."

"You look gorgeous."

Y/N gave Inej and Jesper an unconvinced look and sighed, slumping into a chair. "Why do I have to wear this? Why can't Inej wear it?"

Kaz barely looked up from the map he was studiously studying. "I need Inej on the roofs. I need Jesper in the crowds and I need you attracting the crowds with your beautiful dancing."

Y/N snorted. She picked up the hem of her long, draping sleeve and picked at the white fabric with her nails.

"Why can't I dress up as literally any other character, why does it have to be this one?" Y/N asked, tilting her head back to look at Kaz.

"Because this one attracts more people and means there are less people watching when we break in to the house," Kaz explained slowly. And because you look beautiful in white. He stood up from his desk and fold the map up into a square small enough to fit into his coat pocket.

The rest of them took that as their sign to go and Y/N stood up, smoothing the white silk of her dress down as she stood. Compared to the dark, muted colours of the rest of the crows, Y/N looked like a ghost. Or a Saint.

Y/N followed Inej out the door but was stopped suddenly when a gloved hand wrapped around her wrist, yanking her to a stop.

"What now?" Y/N asked, turning around to look at Kaz with a despairing frown.

Kaz responded by throwing a coat at her. Y/N caught it with a flail of her arms as it landed on her head. She stumbled back into Inej and Y/N could have sworn she heard the Suli girl giggle.

"Put that on, you'll look less conspicuous," Kaz explained, barging past her and Jesper and walking down the corridor, his cane clicking loudly on the wooden floor. Inej pressed herself against the wall as Kaz passed, a smile on her face as she looked at Y/N.

Y/N pulled the coat on, flicking the collar up and untucking her hair from underneath it. She pulled the sleeves of her dress down and adjusted the coat until it was comfortable.

"Y/N."

"Mmm?" Y/N looked up at Inej. "What?"

"That's Kaz's coat."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"He's wearing his coat, Inej," Y/N said, leaning over the bannister to double check. "Yeah, he's wearing his coat."

"Y/N, Kaz has more than one coat, love," Jesper reminded. He picked up her arm and sniffed the coat. "Smells like him."

"I don't even want to know how you know what Kaz smells like," Y/N said, staring at Jesper.

"Are you three coming or not?!" Kaz yelled from the foot of the stairs. "Hurry up!"

The three of them quickly moved and Y/N jogged down the stairs, holding up the hem of her dress and Kaz's coat.

Kaz was waiting in the back door of the Slat, his hands around the crow's head of his cane, looking bored and unimpressed.

"Done gossiping?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

He turned around and headed out the door, expecting them to follow. Y/N scoffed and shook her head and followed after him, stepping out into the street and shivering slightly at the cold Ketterdam night

The four of them moved into their usual positions as they headed down to West Stave. Kaz in the centre, Jesper on his right, Y/N on his left and Inej hovering behind Jesper like a wraith.

As they turned the corner to the main street, the crowds growing in size as the neared the pleasure houses, Kaz slowed down a bit and turned to look at Inej.

"No mourners," he said.

Inej pulled her hood up and nodded. "No funerals."

She climbed up onto a barrel, swung herself onto a balcony and then onto a roof and she disappeared into the fog.

Y/N hated walking down West Stave as much as Inej did. Neither one of them wanted to be reminded of their past. As they neared the house Y/N had been indebted to, Y/N heistated slightly, her confident stride faltering.

Kaz stopped suddenly, Jesper dodging to the side to avoid walking into him. He frowned but Kaz whacked his leg with his cane and nodded his head to Y/N.

Jesper understood instantly and moved to stand on Y/N's left, his hands settling onto the pearl handles of his revolvers. Kaz moved to stand on Y/N's right and they resumed walking.

Y/N smiled slightly as both boys moved closer to her as they walked past the house, Jesper's hand moving from his revolver and brushing Y/N's fingers reassuringly.

The three of them marched down West Stave until they were at the bridge that went over the canal, connecting either side.

"Alright, it's time," Kaz said, stopping outside a butcher's shop and leaning against the wall.

Y/N shrugged out of the coat and handed it to Kaz. The wind sent ripples through the light fabric of her white dress and Y/N shivered with excitement.

"Jesper, watch her back the entire time," Kaz said, his eyes boring into Jesper's. "The entire time."

"Yeah, yeah, alright," Jesper muttered, rolling his eyes.

Y/N looked over to the bridge and spotted a large group of people clamouring over the street performers who were just finishing. Among them was the Merchant they had targeted and his family. She'd found her target.

"Got them," she said softly, turning back to face Kaz. "Ready, Jes?"

Jesper nodded. "No mourners."

"No funer -"

"Hold on."

Y/N frowned as Kaz cut her off. "What?"

Kaz limped over to a stall near the butcher's shop that was selling flower crowns. He handed over some kruge and picked up a dark purple one.

Y/N watched Kaz carefully as he came back over. He walked up to her, standing so close to her that his coat brushed her stomach. Kaz reached up and placed the flower crown on Y/N's head with surprising gentleness.

Kaz tilted his head back, his eyes narrowing slightly. He reached forward and his fingers brushed Y/N's cheek as he moved a strand of hair to the side.

Y/N didn't breathe as Kaz touched her hair, adjusting her flower crown. This was the closest Kaz had ever been to her and the most he'd touched her - even if it was just a brush of a gloved hand against her cold face.

"Now we're ready," Kaz said, his gravelly voice quiet. "No mourners," he said, raising his voice as he turned and limped off towards the house.

"No funerals," Y/N and Jesper called after him.

As soon as Kaz was gone Y/N turned to Jesper, grabbing his hands tightly.

"What the fuck was that?!" She exclaimed.

"Not a clue," Jesper replied, thoroughly perplexed by Kaz's actions. "You look cute, however." He reached up and moved her flower crown slightly.

"I always look cute," Y/N said, smirking.

Jesper laughed, throwing his arm around her shoulders. "Aw, look, I'm rubbing off on you!"

Y/N jumped over a barrel and skidded around the corner as she ran from the Stadwatch She turned into an alley, falling into Inej and Jesper as they ran out the same alley and into her.

Jesper grabbed Y/N's arm as she wobbled backwards and yanked her back into the alley, pushing her against the wall.

"They saw me," Y/N panted, bracing herself on her legs as she tried to catch her breath. "They know what I look like."

A cloak was thrown at her face and Y/N made a sound of surprise, spluttered and flailed her arms around trying to catch the cloak.

"Put that on," Kaz said, his voice emerging from the darkness.

Y/N untangled herself from the cloak and wrapped the dark red material around her shoulders. She linked the clasps together and organised the cape on her shoulders.

Kaz walked forward and stood before her. "Pull the hood up."

Y/N scooped her hair to the side and pulled the hood up to sit just above her forehead.

"It'll do," Kaz grumbled. "Let's go."

He walked off first and the other three fell into step beside him. They walked out into the street, walking along the canal, heading back to the Slat.

"Stadwatch," Jesper muttered.

Kaz glanced up and saw three members of the Stadwatch marching over the bridge and in their direction. He glanced at Y/N.

"Jesper, put your arm around Y/N's shoulders," Kaz muttered, keeping his head down.

Jesper did as Kaz said and Y/N could feel her heartbeat increasing as the Stadwatch got closer.

A hat landed on her head over the top of the cloak hood and Y/N tried not to show her startled surprise. The Stadwatch walked past them and Y/N turned her head into Jesper, wrapping her arm around his waist.

"All clear," Inej said softly and Jesper and Y/N relaxed.

Jesper kept his arm around her shoulders and knocked on the rim of the hat that sat on her head with his knuckles.

"Nice hat," Jesper teased.

Y/N reached up and pulled the hat off her head, eyes widening with surprise as she realised it was Kaz's hat.

"Wait, Kaz -" Y/N looked over her shoulder for Kaz but the man had vanished, taking Inej with him. "What the -"

Jesper let out an over-exaggerated sigh. "It suits you, you should keep it."

Y/N elbowed Jesper in the ribs and he let out a bark of laughter as he dodged to the side, avoiding her following punch.

For once, their usual pairings had changed. Inej was with Jesper on the opposite side of the building whilst Kaz and Y/N were hovering outside the front of the building, waiting for Inej and Jesper to return.

They'd narrowly escaped a run in with the Dime Lions, escaping with only a few bullets being fired and punches being thrown.

And apparently, it was Y/N's fault.

"You were the only one who knew, Y/N," Kaz growled, glaring at her as he leant against a wall.

Y/N scoffed. She pushed herself up off the wall and paced up and down the street. "Of course. It hasn't occurred to you that it might have been someone eavesdropping or someone who told someone else - we went to three different locksmiths asking for heavy duty lockpicks, any of them could have been paid of by Pekka Rollins."

"It's far more likely that you accidentally let something slip -"

"Do you truly think so little of me, Kaz?" Y/N asked, pausing and looking at Kaz.

I think the world of you, Kaz wanted to say. But he kept quiet.

"Gee, thanks," Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes.

The adrenaline was beginning to fade now and her entire body ached. She'd climbed across a roof, been punched and shot at and thrown into a wall in the past hour and all she really wanted was to go to her bed in the Slat and sleep.

Instead she had to cope with Kaz being Kaz.

"I didn't say anything to anyone, Kaz," Y/N said softly, looking at him from the shadows. "And I only knew the bare minimum. I would never betray you, Kaz. Why can't you see that?"

"Because the last time I trusted someone," a muscle in Kaz's jaw jumped and his hands clenched around the head of his cane, "I lost everything." His dark eyes looked up from the ground and locked on to Y/N's. "I will not make that mistake again."

"And so you blame me," Y/N finished. She scoffed and shook her head. "Fine."

Y/N walked back up the street, returning to her spot in the dark opposite Kaz. Her left side was throbbing and she absent-mindedly brushed her fingers against it.

Red stained her fingertips.

Y/N paused in front of Kaz, her eyes locked onto the blood.

It was as if the sight of red on her fingers sparked a reaction inside her brain. Y/N became aware of the burning feeling in her side and the unbearable pain that washed over her. Dark, black spots dotted her vision and she could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

Her knees buckled and Y/N fell backwards, losing her balance entirely. The cobbled streets rushed up to meet her and Y/N vaguely realised that her head was about to smash against the stones and that no one was there to catch her.

Someone grasped her arm, their grip painfully hard. They stumbled down to the ground with Y/N, trying to slow her descent on to the stones. Y/N felt her right shoulder and her side collide with the ground and the impact vibrated through her entire body.

Y/N felt someone pull her against their knees, supporting her awkwardly on the ground. Her eyes focused again and she managed to look up.

Kaz was kneeling beside her, his knees supporting her back, his gloved hand still wrapped around her arm. The two of them were in the middle of the street and Y/N barely hid her surprise at the fact Kaz had saved her from smashing her head into the cobbles.

Kaz was struggling. His brain was screaming at him to let go and he could feel the waters rising again, lapping around his waist and soaking his legs. But Y/N's eyes were locked on to his and his hand was still around her arm, his knees supporting her. He couldn't let go. He wouldn't let her go.

"What's wrong?" Kaz forced himself to ask, his voice harsher and deeper than normal. He cleared his throat and took his hand off Y/N's arm and carefully moved her jacket aside, his bare wrist brushing the bare skin of her bloody side as he lifted her shirt up a bit.

"I don't - I don't remember," Y/N stammered her own shaking hand hovering over the bullet wound in her side.

"Don't," Kaz said, pushing her hand away as she went to poke it.

Kaz had seen numerous injuries in his lifetime. It was like Jesper said - pointing a gun at someone in Ketterdam was a way of saying hello. He'd experienced his fair share of injuries and had seen both Jesper and Inej at their worst, bleeding out and pale.

But, for some reason, it was different with Y/N. Kaz swallowed and took his gloves off, pressing them against her side with his bare hands.

He was used to blood. It no longer fazed him. What was fazing him was Y/N's sluggish pupils slipping away from his gaze.

"Say you're sorry," Y/N muttered, her head falling onto Kaz's thigh as her body went limp.

"I don't say sorry, Y/N, you know that," Kaz replied, taking a hand off her side and gently nudging her head so that she was looking up at him. "I know you didn't tell."

"That almost sounded like an apology," Y/N said, her voice quiet. She was silent for a minute but then said, "who did you trust?"

Kaz froze. "What?"

Y/N opened her eyes wider and turned her head to look at Kaz properly. "You told me that the last time you trusted someone," she paused and took a deep breath in, wincing, "you lost everything. Who did you trust?"

Kaz could feel the waters rising, flooding his body. His eyes unfocused and he was back in the bay, Jordie's body underneath his hands, his brothers rotting skin the only thing he could feel.

Y/N's hand clusmily wrapped around his wrist and Kaz blinked, startled.

But he didn't pull away. He blinked again and clenched his jaw.

"My brother," Kaz said quietly, his voice harsh and rough. "He told me that 'our luck was changing' and then not even a week later he was dead and I was alone. I had nothing. And I haven't trusted anyone since. Until you. I trust you, Y/N."

Kaz looked down at her. Y/N had passed out, her head on his thigh, her hand still gripping his wrist. Kaz smiled for a moment and shook his head. He confessed his heart to her and she passed out on him. Kaz looked up as he heard Jesper and Inej running towards him and found himself relaxing just a little bit more as he saw that his other two crows were ok.

Kaz would never admit it to anyone who wasn't Y/N but she had well and truly stolen his heart. And when she was around him, the waters stayed on the shore.

Imagine having this....forever. 💛

...... take me in your arms pls

The Spider. «Kaz Brekker»

Kaz Brekker x Reader; Shadow and Bone [Netflix]; oneshot

SUMMARY: Having Kaz Brekker nearby comes in handy when a spider invades your room.

WORD COUNT: 960

NOTES: Pretty sure there’s no mention of reader pronouns, so can be read as gender neutral; can be interpreted as platonic or otherwise, that’s up to ye. First time writing for this fandom 🤞

“Kaz? Are you busy?” you asked as you nudged the door to his office open.

Kaz’s permanent scowl softened just barely when he heard your voice, but the subtle action spoke volumes. If anyone else had entered without knocking, he wouldn’t be as quick to brush it off.

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked.

“I need your help.”

Hearing the nervous way you were speaking, seeing the way you fiddled with your hands — Kaz’s mind immediately travelled through all the possible issues one of his Crows could have found themselves in. This was the Barrel. There were several flavours of ‘worst case scenario’ that he could think up on the spot.

“Are you in trouble?” Kaz asked seriously, eyes darkening.

“Well, not exactly. It’s sort of embarrassing.”

Kaz just stared at you, his gaze intense as always, silently imploring you to get to the point.

“There’s a…a spider.”

Kaz blinked. “A spider?” he said slowly.

If you hadn’t known Kaz Brekker as well as you did and known not to expect such a thing, you might’ve thought he was about to burst out laughing.

“I know it’s silly! But I really hate them, okay? And it’s so — saints, Kaz — it’s massive! I can’t hear myself think knowing that thing is crawling around in my room somewhere but I can’t get rid of it myself.”

Kaz raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘are you kidding me?’, but he grabbed his cane and pushed himself up to stand anyway. The chair screeched as it slid across the floor and Kaz left the room at a leisurely pace, his cane thumping alongside his footsteps all the way to your room. He did not hesitate to enter it, but you lingered outside the door.

“Where is it?” he asked, sounding completely done with this task already.

You poked your head in to look around the room, clutching the doorframe. The beast was last seen scuttling around somewhere near your desk — that’s when you finally realised you had no hope of facing it on your own and had fled to enlist the help of the one and only Dirtyhands.

Movement caught your eye. There it was, over on the floor by your bed, crawling around like it owned the place.

“There it is!”

Kaz followed your pointed hand and took three steps forward before raising his good leg.

“No!” you cried.

Kaz’s movements halted before he could bring his foot down to crush the spider.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked. He did not even turn around.

“You can’t kill it,” you said. “Just put him outside.”

“I’ve seen you stab a man through the eye with the pointy end of a hairbrush. But this is too much violence for you now, is it?” Kaz looked back at you and gestured in the general direction of the spider.

You crossed your arms and frowned. “That’s different. That guy had it coming but the spider is just minding its own business. I don’t want to kill it, I just want it to…mind its own business somewhere far, far away from me.”

Kaz turned back around before you could see the corners of his lips begin to turn upwards slightly, and he ran a hand through his hair. Nobody, including you, would ever find out how easily you could get Kaz to do something for you — he would make sure of it.

With a small mutter to himself that you could not hear, Kaz crossed the room to your desk, emptied the pencil holder, and grabbed a random sheet of paper. The spider had started to crawl up the opposite wall, and Kaz was quick to stalk over and trap it against the wall. He managed to manoeuvre the paper under the cup; then, with the trapped spider in one hand and his cane still in the other, he went to the window.

Now that the spider was in custody, you had the courage to finally enter the room. You joined Kaz at the window and opened it for him, the crisp evening air brushing against your arms.

“Alright, now don’t just throw him out into the open air because it’s a long drop. Just put him…yeah, put him there,” you said.

Kaz shook the spider out of the glass and onto the windowsill where dried leaves had collected. The second that Kaz had pulled his arm back inside, you yanked the window shut with the speed of lightning.

“Let’s hope we never have a job that might pit you against a spider,” Kaz said dryly as he returned the pencil holder and paper to the desk.

“You’re making jokes now? Did you hit your head?” You smiled and followed Kaz back to the door.

“I think you’re the one who’s hit your head,” he said, pausing in the doorway. “You said the spider was ‘massive’. That was easily the weakest spider I’ve ever seen.”

“Spider size aside, thank you for taking care of it, Kaz. That was very sweet of you.”

It should have been an oxymoron to say that somebody could glare affectionately at another person, but that was exactly what Kaz did.

“It wasn’t sweet. If anything, it’s a business transaction. You take out my enemies, I take out your spiders.”

“Right. It’s got nothing to do with the fact that I’m your favourite person in this place,” you teased.

Kaz turned away from you and began walking down the hallway with surprising speed right as Jesper appeared, headed in the opposite direction.

“And because we’re best friends for life!” you called after Kaz.

“No we aren’t!” Kaz said, turning the corner and disappearing from sight.

“Yes you are,” Jesper whispered loudly to you with a wink as he passed.

Naps

Tony x reader x Stephen

The three of you led incredibly busy lives. It was incredibly rare for any of you to get a day off, and it was a once in the lifetime experience when the three of you had a day off together.

Because of the lives you led, the three of you had to cut back on some things. Such as regular meal times, taking care of yourselves, interacting with people, and, most importantly, sleep.

There always seemed to be too much work to do. There were constant meetings, training sessions, paperwork, and so many other responsibilities to attend to. 

Sometimes you didn’t have time to sleep, but you did have time to nap.

It was a rare day. You and Stephen were at home together. Stephen wasn’t needed at the sanctum, and all you had to do was paperwork that you could easily do from home.

Tony had been bullied, by Pepper, into attending several meetings for SI. Though he was no longer CEO of the company, he still did a lot of work for it and held a majority of the shares.

While Tony had gone to do his work, you and Stephan had decided it was a lazy day, despite your paperwork. The two of you had made no effort to get dressed or leave the bed today, and it felt great.

“Ah!” You yelped as Stephen’s cloak suddenly attacked you. “Stephen, what the hell?” You exclaimed as it wrapped itself tightly around you.

“You zoned out, sweetheart.” Stephen chuckled. “I was calling your name for almost a minute.” He said, shifting closer to throw his arm around your shoulders.

“So, you set your cloak on me?” You raised a brow.

“The cloak made that decision on its own.” He shrugged, gesturing for the cloak to move. “What were you thinking so hard about?”

“How good it feels to stay in bed with you.” You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “I miss spending time with you and Tones.”

“We miss you too,” Stephen admitted. “I never used to be one who enjoyed the simple moments, but now I miss them.”

“You know, I have some leave saved up.” You mentioned. “Maybe we could all go on a trip.” You suggested.

“Wong could look after the sanctum if we left.” Stephen mused. “I’d be okay with that. We just need to get Tony to agree.”

“I’m not agreeing to anything until I have another coffee.” Tony groaned, entering the bedroom. “I need to set a new protocol, one that tells me to hide because Pep’s coming.” He said, falling onto the end on the bed. 

“If you did that, Pepper would find a way to disable it and then kill you.” Stephen pointed out. “And we all know she would get away with it.”

“It was just a couple of meetings, Tone.” You smiled at him. “You do them all the time.”

“But they’re so boring,” Tony whined, rolling onto his back. “I was up all night going over Pepper’s notes. I felt like I was back in school.” He muttered, relaxing back into the bed.

“Did you get everything you needed done?” You asked, shifting on the bed so that you could get his glasses off.

Tony let out several noncommital hums before closing his eyes and going limp. Stephen chuckled as he shifted to sit next to you.

“And he’s out like a light,” Stephen said, gently raising his head so he could undo his tie.

“Let him sleep.” You said as the two of you moved him, so he was properly on the bed. “He deserves it.”

“You know I could have just bought pasta and sauce from the store, right?” You asked, raising a brow. 

“I will have none of that sacrilege in this house,” Tony said, pointing a flour-covered finger at you. “Store-bought pasta is wrong, and don’t get me started on the sauce.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you’re Italian and a stark traditionalist.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not going to respond to that,” Tony said, shaking his head. “Besides, you know you love my homemade sauce.”

“That sounds sexual.” You smirked.

“Be quiet you,” Tony said, rolling his eyes, but you could see a slight smile on his face.

“Did Stephen say when he was coming home?” You asked, pushing hair out of your face. “Or what exactly he’s doing?”

“I heard something about alien squid, and then he hung up screaming ‘love you bye.’” Tony told you as he began to shape his pasta.

“That’s terrifying.” You shook your head. “We need to tell him to work on his tact. He’s going to give one of us a heart attack.”

“Honestly, at this point, I don’t notice when either of you says stuff like that.” Tony shrugged. “The two of you give me a panic attack if I pay too much attention.”

“Rude." 

"Babe, between Stephen’s phone calls and you dealing life-threatening injuries in the bathroom, I think I have the right to say it.” Tony pointed out.

“Like you’re one to talk.” Stephen scoffed as he appeared in the doorway. “You drink more coffee in one day than most do in a month." 

"Steph!” You exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace the sorcerer. “You look terrible.” You said once you’d pulled back to get a glimpse at his face.

There was probably a better way to phrase that, but you weren’t wrong. His face looked gaunt, he was favoring his right leg, his body was covered in cuts, and you knew he was exhausted by the dark bags under his eyes.

“It’s nice to see you too, sweetheart.” Stephen chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to your head.

“Please tell me the other guy looks worse than you?” Tony asked, standing behind you.

“Much worse,” Stephen said, moving to kiss Tony’s cheek. “You’re covered in flour.”

“I’m making homemade tortellini,” Tony told him. “ Sit your ass down, you look like you’re going to pass out.” He added, pushing him towards a chair. 

Stephen took the offered seat and rested his head on the counter. Tony began rambling nonsensical stories about his day as he finished making dinner. When Tony had finished serving dinner, he turned to the two of you and was about to speak before you shushed him.

'He's asleep.’ You mouthed. 'Do we move him?’

'Leave him.’ Tony mouthed back. 'He needs his sleep. I’ll save a bowl for him.’

You hadn’t been home in five days. You’d been assigned a mission with Natasha and Clint, and it was one of the more stressful ones you’d ever been on.

It seemed as if everything wanted to go wrong. You’d barely been able to get your guy, and the information he had, Clint had broken his hearing aids, and Natasha had almost fallen off a roof.

You were exhausted. Everything ached and felt bruised. Your head was pounding, and you still had to debrief and write your part of the mission report.

You couldn’t wait to get home and curl up in Tony and Stephen’s arms.

“Hey, you’re home,” Stephen said, watching as you dragged yourself out of the elevator from the couch. “Did you go to medical?”

“Why would she when we’ve got our own doctor here?” Tony asked as you collapsed into the gap between him and Stephan. “You good there, kitty?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t be weird.” You grumbled but didn’t make a move to move his hand.“I missed you two.” You sighed.

“We missed you too, sweetheart,” Stephen said, placing a soothing hand on your back. “Are you sure you’re not injured?”

“Not injured. Just tired.” You told him. “Really tired.”

“Do you want us to move you to bed?” Tony questioned. “Steph will have to carry you unless I get the suit.”

“No, I just want to stay here. You’re so warm.” You murmured, burrowing deeper into your spot and their warmth. “I love you both. A lot, a lot.” You added as your eyes began to close. 

The last thing you heard before drifting off into a wanted slumber was;

“We love you too, sweetheart.” 

“A lot, a lot.”

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sin hours with chris evans- a quickie before his interview or awards show ??

daddy!evans because i couldn’t resist. also warning: smut, also... breeding kink??? 👀

you sat on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed as you watched chris in the mirror get ready for the award show, slowly checking his outfit out up and down with your teeth in your bottom lip. chris looked over his shoulder in the mirror and smirked, adjusting his tie.

“are you gonna get ready or are you going to stare at me, pretty girl?” chris said and you jumped a little, chris’s voice taking you out of your trance. you smile and stand up, standing behind him with your hands on his hips, toying with his button up. chris’s eyes watched your fingers as they pulled his tucked shirt out of his pants. 

you circled his body like he was your prey, your eyes following up to his face with a smirk as your fingers toyed with his buttons. “i could get ready.. or..” you pushed his shirt open and kissed his chest, chris letting out a sigh. your kisses trailed down his stomach, and he watched as you fell to your knees in front of him. 

you unbuckled his belt and his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. you kissed his cock outside of his underwear, chris’s fingers gripping your hair. your fingers pulled his underwear down and smile as he let out a groan. “come on, pretty girl” you stuck out your tongue and chris slapped his cock against it, and you bobbed your head slowly against his cock. “you’re so good with your mouth, princess” 

“do you wanna fuck me before we leave, daddy?” you smile as you stand up, stroking his cock slowly as he kissed you hungrily. his hand wrapped around your throat as he pushed you to the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing your slowly as he pushed your underwear to the side, bending down in between your legs and licking up your pussy slowly. “fuck, daddy” you gasped and he spit, rubbing his fingers up and down your pussy before pushing his cock into you, the both of you gasping. 

“fuck baby, you feel so good around daddy’s cock” you grabbed his button up in your fists and moaned as his large hands pushed your thighs to the bed, your moans stuck in your throat as he hit your g-spot over and over. 

“shit, daddy.. fuck.. fuck..” you pant and scratch up at stomach, holding his face and pulling him down to kiss you. you moaned into his mouth and he bit your lip, pulling backwards and snapping it against your teeth. “i need to cum, daddy, please” you open your eyes and chris groaned into your mouth. 

“cum on daddy’s cock, baby. come on” he gritted through his teeth and you let out a loud moan, chris grunting and moaning in your mouth as he came in you. “fucking hell, baby” chris moved your underwear back into place and you sat up on your elbows. “you started it, and now you finish it. you will not change your underwear, and you will go to the award show like that, understood?” he held your chin and you nod. “good. now get ready, we have to leave in almost 2 hours” chris stood back in front of the mirror, fixing himself again and adjusting his sleeves. “now, yn” 

“yes daddy” you mumble and got off the bed, gasping as his cum fell down the inside of your thighs. chris turned around and laughed, stepping in front of you. “don’t laugh! you did this!” 

“did i though?” he asked softly, kissing you with his hand on your jaw. “clean yourself up, would you? oh wait, you can’t” chris winked and you hit his chest, the both of your laughing. 

Protective Minho HC  || TMR

(requested by @mystical-crow)

Spoilers for The Scorch Trials

Ever since you first came up into the box, Minho thought you were the most precious thing he’s ever saw

When you two got closer and he realized he had feelings for you, he knew he would protect you at all costs

It didn’t take long for your friendship to evolve into something more serious and when it did, Minho couldn’t have been happier

He did, however, keep his promise on protecting you at all costs

Minho was SO AGAINST you being a runner

He got so many nightmares from the maze and the thought of something happening to you out there killed him 

All Minho wanted was for you to stay in your room all day safe and sound but you both knew it wasn’t realistic 

After a lot of begging and kisses, Minho hesitantly gave in and since then, you two became partners

Since you were the only girl in the glade, he was beyond worried whenever he left you alone since he didn’t trust all these teenage hormonal boys around you 

Minho has two different tones of “protectiveness” 

Half the time he’s either super aggressive towards everyone else and will break noses for you or he’s super sweet and caring protective- there’s no in between sorry 

Gally especially got on Minho’s nerves when it came to you

Gally was just plain rude and talked down to you constantly 

it would take every ounce of Minho to not choke Gally during keeper meetings

But you can bet he gave Gally a piece of his mind

“ Don’t talk about her like that unless you want to end up in the medjack- got it?”

Minho is such a clingy boy 

His hands are either always around your waist or his fingers are intertwined with yours 

One night during a bonfire, Minho left to go get you food and came back to see a drunk glader sitting next to you 

Once the glader grabbed your arm roughly, Minho’s rational side was completely thrown out the window 

He dropped the plate and tackled the boy to the ground

“ Don’t you ever touch her again do you understand? I’d be happy to kick your shucking ass -the medjack hut is right over there buddy!” 

Let’s just say Clint had his hands full that day 

Whenever there’s a greenie staring at you on the first day, Minho makes it a point to kiss you in front of them which basically means,” don’t even think about it Greenie, she’s mine.” 

Going to Minho’s sweeter side, he’s always checking up on you whenever he can 

“ Hey baby, did you eat yet?” is his signature quote since he knows you sometimes forget to eat since you lose track of time working 

It gets worse in the scorch, it seemed like every 5 minutes, Minho would say something along the lines of:

“Y/N, you look dehydrated, luckily I can quench your thirst.” 

“ Babe I’m just kidding but do you need water?” 

When you guys were in one of WCKD’s facilities, Minho refused to leave your side as they ran tests on you 

Minho couldn’t stop yelling at the guards after they separated the two of you

“ Where’s Y/N? What did you do to her!

He wanted to stay by your side because he knew something was weird about that place and didn’t want you to get hurt

Escaping the facility really brought out Minho’s protective side

He made sure you were right next to him and he always told you to step back before he shot the gun

Whenever the group camped out in the scorch, he would always fall asleep holding you 

It makes you sleep faster and makes the two of you feel way safer

Minho would risk his life for you and would always try to protect you but he knew he couldn’t be there to save you all the time

He taught you how to shoot and helped with basic hand to hand combat 

He just wants you to be safe and he wants you to be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t 

You had to practice fight with Thomas and Thomas accidentally swung a bit too hard and he hit you

Minho had smoke coming out of his ears but it all washed away when you landed a hard punch at Thomas’s cheek, causing him to fall backward

“ YES BABY! THAT’S MY GIRL JUST LIKE THAT! HELL YES!”

Fast Forward to the end of Scorch Trials where WCKD had you all lined up and on your knees

Minho was next to you and completely lost it when guards started to pull you away

Janson saw the look of distress on Minho’s face so when he walked over to Minho to taunt him, Minho just glared at him and said through gritted teeth:

“ If you hurt her in any way, I’ll break your shuck neck, right after I’m done with your arms and legs. I swear on my life I’ll kill you if you even lay a finger on her.” 

When the gunfire broke out, you managed to escape and rushed to Minho

It was super bad timing but you two kissed like it was the last one you would ever share

(and it would be the last kiss for almost half a year)