“Starting to root for this guy” as in “They sent me to kill her and I made another call” kind of root for this guy? Did he and Coulson make a deal after the whole whoops-Black-Widow-is-now-an-asset-sorry-Coulson deal where Coulson made Hawkeye promise to tell him when he started rooting for the person he was supposed to shoot in the head? How many times has this been a problem for Hawkeye? Is he, like, known in SHIELD for being the agent who might adopt the target you sent him to kill?
I firmly believe that this is what happened with him and Natasha. Like, Fury gives Clint the order, the next thing he knows Barton’s dragging Natasha in being like BOSS CAN I PLEASE KEEP HER I PROMISE TO CLEAN UP ANY BODY PARTS SHE LEAVES LYING AROUND PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEASE
And his instincts aren’t bad, he manages to pick out people who will actually be assets, so it makes Coulson think twice when he says it?
[[request prompt(s): can you write about peter breaking masculine gender roles + a fluff thing where peter wants the reader to be the big spoon but is too embarrassed to straight out say it? 🙂]]
for this story, i’m going to combine two requests together because they both fit ;w; admittedly, i had a hard time trying to think of a good plot for the ‘breaking masculine gender roles’ request and figured combining these two requests would make things a hella lot easier for me [♥]
“Why is there seven tubs of Vaseline in your closet?….” you ask, curiously.
“Because I’m ashy as fuck Y/N. The skin tight spandex I wear every god damn day is killing my once beautiful, baby ass smooth skin!” Dick rolled his hand into a fist. His eyes full of angst. He marches towards his closet, opening it’s door to reveal his holy stash of Vaseline. He reaches inside to grab a tub.
He rips his clothes off. “I will no longer be a slave to my dry, crusty as fuck ashy skin!!” Dick sinks his hand into the bottom of the tub and grabs the entire block of Vaseline. He proceeds to rub it vigorously all over his nakedness. Yes. Even his no-no zone. After he achieves his final form, the Dick runs towards the window and crashes through it. The Dick stretches his arms out exposing himself to the soaring, fresh air of Gotham.
“I’M FREE!” He declares as he migrates to the South.
Constantly bickering with Harrison on who Tom loves more.
Always winning these fights
“Sorry mate, but have you seen her? She’s absolutely stunning.”
Having all sorts of adventures with Tom and Harrison
Because let’s face it, wherever Tom goes, Harrison follows.
But never really minding because as long as Tom is around, so are you.
Tom always making sure that you’re okay.
“You sure, love? Okay. I just want to make sure my girl is happy.”
Him wrapping his arms around you every chance he gets.
Calling you every kind of cute nickname in the book because he can never just pick one.
“Babe, love, doll, sweetie, beautiful, gorgeous, cutie, honey,” All of them.
Sometimes finding himself just staring at you because he can not believe how lucky he is to have you.
Having to break up Tom and Harrison’s arguments on who loves you more.
“Enough, you two. I swear you guys are like little kids fighting over a toy, and I am NOT a toy.”
“Course you’re not, babe. But, I do love you more than Haz.”
“I know you do. Why do you think I’m with you.”
Tom leaving you with little notes that he placed everywhere.
“Hey babe, I love you!”
“Did you know you’re amazing?”
“You’re my girl, don’t ever forget.”
“Call me when you find this!”
“I could stare you forever.”
“You’re the first and last person on my mind.”
“I miss you.”
Tom begging you to go with him everywhere because he just doesn’t want to leave you.
“Please come with me.”
“No, Tom. I have to work-”
“-but, I’m Spiderman. You don’t have to work.”
“Did you just seriously use that line on me?”
“Did it work?”
“Absolutely not, you dork. I love you, I do but I promise I’ll come visit. Okay?”
“Fine, but you better.”
Always, always feeling guilty because you know that sometimes he gets a little bit of anxiety and stressed and you seem to be the only remedy.
Flying out on the next flight possible.
And immediately all the stress and anxious thoughts are thrown out the window the minute he sees you.
Him always whispering in your ear, “Thank you.”
Always reassuring him that he’s earned all the success in his life.
Sometimes feeling a little scared that he’ll forget you with his oncoming fame.
Tom reading you like a book and breaking these thoughts from your head.
“You do know that I love you right? And that I wouldn’t be here without you. I’d be a wreck if I ever lost you. Don’t ever think for one second that I could make it without you.”
Feeling reassured until the next time you felt scared.
Tom always going above and beyond in his gifts for you on birthdays, anniversaries, and just because he want to’s.
Him surprising you with a vacation to a place you’ve always wanted to visit.
Following him basically anywhere and everywhere because he will literally get on his hands and knees to beg.
Forcing you to play basketball with him even though you know that there’s a reason why you’re not a pro basketball player.
But always seeming to win.
Knowing that he lets you.
But never questioning it because it was his way of spending time with you.
Spending time with his family.
Because in a way, they’re your second family.
Tom’s mother commenting on how happy she is that Tom has found himself a wonderful girl.
His father agreeing one hundred percent and cracking jokes as to when they should expect the wedding.
His brothers always teasing Tom about how much you have him wrapped around your finger.
Blushing because you would never want him to be “whipped”, but it’s nice to know that you have that power.
Tom clapping back with, “At least I’ve got a girlfriend.”
Laughing when they’d all get into a wrestling match.
“If I win, [Y/N] is mine!”
“No, if I win, [Y/N] mine!”
“Bloody Hell! You gits think you’re actually going to win? [Y/N] will always be mine, whether or not I do lose.”
Going to the gym with him.
Getting distracted because by God those muscles should be illegal.
Him knowing it and teasing you about it.
Always getting back at him by doing anything and everything that shows of your figure.
Tom throwing down his weights and attacking you with kisses.
Him always being respectful of your boundaries.
Never pushing you to do things you don’t want to do.
You loving him for it.
Knowing that you will eventually let him but just not right now because you’re not ready.
And him being perfectly okay with that.
Sparring with him.
Tom being beyond impressed at your skills.
Telling you everyday how much he loves you.
Begging him to take you to go get icecream even though he can’t really have any.
Scolding him when he says, “fuck it,” and gets himself some.
“You’re trainer is going to be pissed.”
“So what.”
Shaking your head and enjoying your icecream date with him.
Taking Tess out for walks together.
Taking a million pictures of her because she’s just so damn cute.
Lazy days with Tess
Cuddling the poor dog into suffocation until she can’t take it anymore and leaves.
Leaving you two clinging onto each other.
Tom leaving trails of kisses along your forehead.
Holding you tight.
Falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Waking up in the middle of night, panicking because your parents are going to freak out.
Tom shooting out of bed to get you home.
Him trying to help you sneak into your house without your parents waking up.
Him mumbling that the two of you should just move out together.
Telling him that it would be a good idea but to talk about it later.
Tom always gushing about you in interviews.
Always being his plus one to the films you want to see.
Introducing you to your favorite actors.
Getting embarrassed when Robert Downey Jr. finally gets to meet you.
“SO, this is the girl you never shut up about? It’s about damn time I finally meet her. [Y/N], it’s so lovely to meet you. I feel like I practically know you with the amount of stuff Tom has told me about you.”
Also getting a little embarrassed but not as embarrassed as when fans stop you on the streets.
Getting panicky because you’re just waiting for the hate.
But being surprised when it’s nothing but love and awe.
Agreeing to take pictures with them and asking to take one of them so you can put it on Instagram as well.
Speaking of Instagram, Tom is forever posting sly pictures of you.
You are literally all over his page.
But, it’s okay because he is all over yours.
You’ve been trending on #couplegoals for days.
Threatening Tom with his life if he doesn’t stop posting the selfies you send him.
Him not caring.
“I’ll take my chances, babe.”
Getting him back on snapchat with the crazy filters.
Agreeing to tone down the embarrassing pictures.
But one or two always comes leaking out and you are forever mortified.
Starting a prank war.
You always seeming to have better pranks.
Feeling bad and deciding to call it off but not before Tom gets you really good.
Laying out under the stars and talking about the future.
Telling each other that as long as you have each other, the future can bring whatever it wants.
Tom surprising you with a promise ring.
“We’re both still really young and I know a lot of people our age are getting married but I just can’t imagine getting married at this moment. But at least with this, it’s a promise that you will have my last name, just not right now.”
You accepting it because there is not a damn soul on this earth aside from Tom that you could see yourself with.
Prompt – Y/N is an artist who tends to find inspiration in others, as in she draws other people, and she draws Peter the most. He sees one of her drawings of him and asks her about it. FLUFFY!
Warning – none.
A/N: haven’t written anything in awhile and this might be a little short. Besides, I was getting bored. I am also in the midst of writing some smutty sin, so you can look forward to that.
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She was a creative person, incredibly above average when it came to expressing her imagination. Her art was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, those who saw it wondered how a girl of such a young age could possibly make something so realistic. She had a talent for capturing the person’s essence in every drawing, or portrait to be more specific.
She drew everyone, whether they noticed it or not.
But there was one person who she absolutely loved to draw.
That person was Peter Parker.
The boy in the layered sweaters and graphic t-shirts.
She adored that boy’s physique because to her drawing him came like second nature. In her drawings, his fluffy brown hair would be perfectly styled, his clothes exactly the way he had them; disheveled.
But there had been one day when he had been late to school. He walked into their shared class, his hair tousled, his clothes in disarray. He had ran his hand through his wild morning hair in an attempt to tame it, and at that moment Y/N had already pulled out her sketchbook to draw his rugged appearance that captivated her so much.
She watched him for the duration of the class period to get his features perfect. Nobody noticed her watching him, it was a normal sight to see her staring at someone. Everyone knew that she was an artist and that she drew anyone that captured her eye, some people took it as a compliment, others didn’t.
She loved that drawing, she was proud of it.
Everyday she drew someone new, and among those new drawings was always an even better drawing of Peter.
In the beginning, when she first started drawing him she barely knew his name, she was just intrigued by his noticeable Star Wars t-shirt. But then as time went on, she became more infatuated with the young genius.
She tried talking to him but the moment she caught a glimpse of those chocolate brown eyes, her face would become warm and her eyes were immediately back on her sketchbook. He was her muse.
She found comfort in sketching his cheekbones, his jawline, his nose, his beautiful hair. It enraptured her.
She was in her last class of the day, off to the side in the last row of desks. Peter sat directly to her left.
She had already finished her classwork so she pulled out her almost completed sketchbook and opened it to an empty page, her pencils were already laid out waiting for her to use them.
She didn’t really mind if he noticed her drawing him, maybe he’d want to talk to her about it and then she’d actually be able to talk to him without being a shy idiot about it.
She began with the outline of his face. She had done these steps so many times that she could probably do them in her sleep.
She continued to sketch him, but she was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn’t notice Peter’s eyes flickering to her paper. He recognized the face as his own and his eyebrows furrowed together.
‘She’s drawing me. She’s actually drawing me,’ he thought.
A ghostly grin etches its way onto his face as he watches her, the pencil running over the paper, her index finger smudging the graphite for the appropriate shading, her bottom lip in between her teeth in concentration.
He noticed that she didn’t even need to glance at him to complete her drawing. Unknown to him, but she had his face permanently etched into her brain.
The bell rang signaling that it was finally time for the poor students to go home. Y/N packed up her stuff but carried her sketchbook in her arms.
As the students began to excitedly file out of the room, Peter followed behind Y/N to try and talk to her.
Y/N liked to take her time when she left school because she didn’t really like being in a crowded subway surrounded by tons of people, downside to living in New York. She walked slowly as she let her beat-up converse hit the newly polished school floors.
Peter tapped her shoulder making her turn around. When she saw that familiar face looking down at her with a gentle grin, her heart fluttered.
“Hey,” she said trying to make it seem like she wasn’t dying to run her fingers through his fluffy hair.
“Uh hi, I’m-uh, I’m Peter,” he managed to say, she smiled at his nervousness.
“Yeah, I know. You’re in most of my classes, you’re not invisible,” she clutches her sketchbook tightly in her arms.
‘He’s talking to me. He’s actually talking to me,’ she thought.
He blushed cherry red, “I um, I noticed you drawing me during class and I-” she wanted to let him finish but she had to ask.
“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” She asked, he shook his head vigorously.
“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just know that you draw everyone and I was curious as to why you were drawing me,” he explains.
“Because you’re beautiful,” she blurts out without processing the words as they left her mouth.
Peter’s grin then turns into a full blown smile, cheeks blazing red.
Y/N knew that she should feel embarrassed about what she had just said to the object of her artistic affection, but she wasn’t embarrassed.
“You think I’m…beautiful?” He couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling but he couldn’t help it.
A gorgeous and talented girl had just called him beautiful.
“Yeah. You’re my muse, my inspiration,” she wished she would just stop talking, but she had already started so there was no point in stopping.
“I know it’s a bit awkward but I-I draw you all the time, I find your features…fascinating,” she tells him, he chuckles.
“Well maybe we could hang out sometime and you can draw me as much as you’d like,” he offers awkwardly sliding his hands into his pockets, she hides her absolute joy by looking down at her sneakers as her cheeks turn a bright red.
“Um yeah, yeah I’d like that,” she accepts.
“Great.”
They leave the school together and he walks her home only for her to insist that he stay so she could take him up on his offer of making another portrait of him. He accepted, but this time it wasn’t a drawing…it was a painting.
He flipped through the pages of her sketchbook as she prepared the materials that she needed for the painting.
“Don’t you ever get tired of drawing me? I mean, I’m nothing special.”
She laughs, “Not at all, like I said…you’re my muse.”
.
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A/N: I hope this was satisfying enough. I’ll probably be posting another fic this week because I’m having lots of inspiration. ❤
Fandom: Falling Skies Pairing: Ben Mason X Reader Word Count: 1,162 Prompt: Can he be super protective and possessive and she’s like Pope’s daughter and he hates them being together but will suffer through it cause it makes her happy? And like Pope goes up to Tom and just “guess we’re family now”. Hope you like it, nonnie!! Loosely based off the song Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra because I didn’t know how to fully base it off that. ((:
Little do you know I need a little more time
“Hey,” Ben said, and you could hear the smile on his face as his arms wound around your waist. You grinned when he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, turning around in his hold and wrapping your arms around his neck.
You leaned forward and tilted your head to the side, gently letting your lips meet his.
Ben kissed you back, his lips moving and melding like they were made for yours. You pulled away after a moment and pressed one more kiss to the corner of his mouth before hefting your gun a little higher on your shoulder.
“What was that for?” Ben asked curiously, letting his eyes flick open as he raised an eyebrow at you.
You shrugged. “I like you, a lot, and I really like kissing you.” You answered, choosing your words carefully.
You had been with each other for almost two years (when you first met him, you absolutely hated him because your father did and he pushed his views on you, but then you started talking to Ben and you realized that he was brave and smart and amazing) but neither of you had said the l-word yet. It was a big deal for you, and in the beginning, you had wanted to make sure that you really did love him before you told him.
Now, you knew that you loved him, but you were trying to wait to tell him until the moment was right (you didn’t know when that moment would happen, you couldn’t exactly have candlelit dinners during an alien invasion, but you wanted to tell him in a way that was at least a little romantic).
Ben smiled widely, and before you could protest, he had wrapped his arms around you, lifted you into the air, and spun you around.
“B-ben!” You barely managed to get the words out in between loud, bright bursts of laughter. “Put me down!”
Ben shook his head and pressed his forehead to yours. “Never.”
He stopped spinning you at least, but he still kept you firmly in his arms. His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips, and lingered there for a moment before he brought his gaze back to your eyes.
“__y/n__, I-” Whatever Ben was about to say got cut off when your father stomped over, ripped you out of Ben’s arms, and stood in front of you, blocking you from Ben’s view.
“You stay away from her, you god damn razorback!” Pope said harshly, and even you were surprised at the cruel word choice. You thought your father had been warming up to Ben, but apparently you were wrong.
“Dad!” You said in disbelief, glaring at the back of your father’s head.
Ben shot you an apologetic glance before holding his hands up placatingly. “Sorry, sir. I’ll leave.”
“Damn right, you will.” Pope sneered, and you felt the ridiculous urge to punch your father right in the face. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the nearest tent, which you were relived to see was empty. Neither of you noticed that Ben hadn’t actually left like he said he was going to. Instead, he was standing a few feet away from the tattered tent and trying to figure out if he should go inside.
Ben looked at the tent flap warily as the yelling started.
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“God damn it, will you let me talk for two fucking minutes?” You bit out, crossing your arms and glowering at your father.
“Fine, talk. Tell me all about how you’re in love with the freak.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. “I thought you liked Ben!”
He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “No, I was being civil to him. I still don’t like him.”
You tossed your hands into the air. “What is your problem with him? He’s nice, he’s smart, he’s brave, what more do you want?”
“He’s an alien, __y/n__! What if he snaps someday and he hurts you? How would I be able to live with myself if you died?”
Your eyes softened slightly. “First off, he’s not an alien. He got harnessed, yes, but he’s not an alien and I don’t want you to ever even think that he is. Secondly, he’s not going to hurt me. Have you not noticed that he’s always doing everything in his power to keep me safe? He doesn’t want me to get hurt anymore than you do. Finally, dad, I love you, but you can’t stop me from dating Ben. I love him, okay? He’s not gonna ‘snap’, he would never hurt me, and he is most certainly not going to kill me.”
“But-”
“No buts. I’m not a little girl anymore. You can’t keep choosing who I hang out with. Ben has put himself in danger more times than I can count to keep me safe, and if that means nothing to you, that’s your problem. I love him. And nothing you can say will change my mind.”
You stormed out of the tent without giving him a chance to respond, and you blinked in surprise when Ben’s arms were instantly around you and his lips were crushed against yours in a bruising kiss.
“I love you too.” Ben murmured, breaking the kiss just long enough to utter those words before his mouth was back on yours. You smiled into the kiss, winding your arms around his neck and kissing him back just as fiercely. You tried to convey just how much you loved him, and Ben could feel it. It was definitely the most passionate kiss you had ever shared, and you couldn’t help your smile from widening when you broke the kiss and noticed that Ben’s breathing was as labored as yours.
“I love you.” You whispered, pressing one more kiss to his lips before continuing. “I know you already know, but I’ve been waiting so long to say that and oh my god it feels amazing.”
Ben’s answering smile was soft and gentle, and you thought your heart was going to burst. “Can’t be as amazing as you.” Ben said, and you couldn’t help the laugh from bubbling out of your throat.
“You’re such a dork, oh god.” You mumbled, and Ben shot you an affronted look. “But you’re my dork,” You remedied and kissed away the frown that made its way onto his face. “And I love you. A lot.”
Ben slowly let his frown blossom into a smile. “I love you a lot, too.”
Your hand twined with Ben’s, and you rested your head on his shoulder as you walked away, completely unaware of your father who had exited the tent and was smiling ever-so-slightly at the two of you.
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Tom was more than a little confused when later that day Pope walked up to him, clapped him on the shoulder, said “I guess we’re family now, huh?”, and strolled off without another word.
Lay your head on me So lay your head on me ‘Cause little do you know I love you till the sun dies
-you’d meet during the Apocalypse ordeal and he’d save you from a falling building
-after the Apocalypse thing he’d get his real feathered wings back and come to the Mutant school with you.
-he would always be holding your hand
-at first he’d feel really bad about what he did with Apocalypse so he’d almost hide behind you.
-but your friends would welcome him because they can see the way he looks at you with eyes full of love.
-once he was comfortable, he’d be back to his snarky, confident, cocky self.
-cuddles 24/7 because he’s a teddy bear and needs love
-his wings bumping into things
-gripping you like you could be stolen from his arms at any moment
-burrowing his face into your neck during one of those long hugs
-his wings encircling you like a protective barrier
-he sleeps sprawled everywhere and his wings go over everything
-he sleeps in too.
-but he always manages to grab you and secure you to his side when he sleeps, his wing resting on top of you like a protective dog or cat
-you stand near the window while Warren sleeps. suddenly those big muscled arms wrap around your bare waist and lips find the skin on your neck, ‘good morning beautiful.’ he murmurs against your neck in that husky morning voice of his.
-food fights in the community kitchen
-sexy times and kinky times because that kid is a kinky shit
-showers together where his wings almost break the glass shower door because they’re so big and there’s no way the both of you can actually fit in the shower
-he’d have a thing for laying down with his head in your lap while you stroke his blonde hair, and he’d look up at you with adoring baby blues.
-tracing the tattoos left from Apocalypse and he gets ashamed of them but you tell him they’re beautiful like the rest of him
-he’d get nervous about doing romantic things in public, like for an anniversary he’d get you a rose and dress in a suit to take you to dinner some place fancy and he’d be so nervous his wings would shake and he’d turn red and look at the ground when he sees how beautiful you are dressed for the occasion.
-rough kisses
-kisses where he gently cups your face
-kisses all over you as he tickles you
–love marks
-movie dates where you cuddle and watch anything you want and eat pizza together
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