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Loki: I know what you’re going to say. Hela is our sister and we should be trying to get along with her.

Thor: No, she’s crazy, she needs to go down.

Hi!! i saw your requests were open so, could you write some Peter x Stark!reader, where every time Tony sees them together they are always like making out or smth, so he gets kinda mad, but the one they he finally sees them doing smth really cute and fluffy. Thanks!! Love your writing btw.

he loves you too (peter parker x stark!reader)

word count: 0.5k

warnings: fluff, language, steamy kisses and, touches, tony being an annoying dick, peter being an awkward dork

author's note: haven't written a stark fic in a hot minute haha, love this cliche concept. also going to make this a headcanon because yea and thank you!

peter parker masterlist

you're his kid

and you're just like him

which he hated and loved

but your boy crazy phase

god

it killed him

or shall i say is killing him

because ever since the spider kid decided to join the avengers and stay at the facility

peter parker was the last kid your dad expected you to date

or fuck

he thought you liked the cliche bad boy fuckers

but of course, you proved him wrong

especially when he walked in on you and peter for the first time

a year after peter moved in

you were straddling peter's lap as he sat on your bed

your arms lazily placed on his shoulders as your lips were connected and moving with his

peter's hand dangerously close to your ass

"now, what the actual flying fuck," your dad raised his voice at the both of you

"come on," you groaned and climbed off of peter's lap, standing while turning to your dad

he raised an eyebrow at you and you simply crossed your arms, "well?"

"did you need something?" you retorted, the sass almost giving your poor billionaire father whiplash

peter awkwardly sat behind you flustered, his hands nervously tied together as he avoided your dad's piercing glare

"what is this?"

"what you see."

"unbelievable," he muttered and shook his head at the two of you

"did you need something, dad?" you repeated, pursing your lips at him

"yea, for you to drop your attitude and tell me more about your boyfriends," he scoffed and walked away from your room

"b-boyfriends?" peter stammered

and the cycle of him walking in on you and peter continued

some cases were worse than each other

"peter," you breathed out heavily as he lied you on his bed

he hummed in response and kissed down your neck, his hands carefully roaming your body

"hey arachnid, do you—" your dad then walked in once again for the millionth time, his eyes glued to his phone until he glanced up to see peter's hand down your pants

peter quickly snatched his hand away and stood up abruptly, smiling sheepishly

"for fucks sake," he raised his voice and walked off dramatically

"you're such a drama queen!" you yelled at him

"and you're such a horn dog!" he yelled back

peter stifled a laugh

"you are too!"

he then shut up and glanced at you bashfully

it got pretty annoying because he'd always walk in on you and peter's steamy moments and not the innocent, domestic ones

but finally

after all

he comes home to you and peter dozing off on the couch on the living area floor

you're lying between his legs with your arms wrapping around his body and your head on his chest

you move up and down with each breath of his and find yourself drifting off to sleep to the beat of his heart

tony walks over and gently grasps peter's head, tilting it back

peter hesitantly glances up at him

"kid."

"tony. i mean, m-mr. stark."

"please, take care of her."

"always."

"i'm serious, mr. parker. if you break her heart, i'll break your spine."

"oh."

"joking. of course, i couldn't do that i'd have mr. banner do that."

"o-oh."

"dad, please shut the fuck up," you whisper, slightly awake from the sudden commotion

"just giving him the ol' dad talk."

"yea and i'm trying to sleep."

"seriously though. condoms. use them. i'm too young to be a grandpa," he glares at you two teasingly and walks off

"your dad scares me," peter sighs and holds you closer, kissing the side of your head

"mm, but you're spider-man."

"still."

"he loves you too, you know," you murmur, eyes closed again

"too?"

"yeah, i love you."

"r-really?"

"really."

"i-i love you too."

"i love you more," you snuggle into his embrace, unable to see the teary look in his eye and soft smile upon his face

thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

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bucky barnes as your boyfriend

Bucky’s most favourite thing to do with you is basic domestic stuff that others take for granted — buying grocery, shopping furniture, baking cookies and such.

He loves the little banters you have over which sauce tastes better and which chair is more comfortable. He can’t get enough of the way your face scrunches up as you try to explain to him why your choice is better than his.

“Okay fine. Your choice is better than mine.” He grumbles despite knowing this is true. “I mean you did choose me.” His smirk is evident at his own little joke as you playfully slap him on his arm, shaking your head.

Bucky loves assisting you in mundane activities though you absolutely hate it. Because more often than not, he ends up messing stuff in the cutest way possible than actually helping you.

Like when you had decided to make chilli and Bucky clumsily touched his cheeks while cutting the peppers and you had to apply cream to his face. You both had laughed until your stomachs hurt as he nearly looked like a snowman.

Bucky lives for this stupidity though, and so do you. Bucky once lived a life of precision and discipline and he had hated every second of it. But now when he fools around with you, he cherishes those memories and keeps them close to his heart.

Bucky’s favourite dialogue probably is “I told you so.” Because in this relationship, he isn’t the only silly goof, you’re just as silly as him, if not more.

You love doing your stuff by yourself and when Bucky insists on helping, you outright refuse him. So Bucky waits until you finally give up and ask for help.

All the times that you insisted on shifting the furniture by yourself or carrying your own bags but then got tired and finally asked Bucky. He loves how independent you are, but a part of him preens when you ask for help from him.

If he hates something, it’s how you undermine and overwork yourself. Somedays you’re stubborn on completing your work despite being tired and you don’t listen to Bucky when it comes to work.

But what comes after is Bucky’s favourite part where he tries his best to relax you. He loves long soothing baths with you where he leisurely washed your hair and massages your back.

Seeing you relaxed and sated makes him happy too because Bucky loves nurturing. He spent a part of his life being a weapon, but he considers this a second chance, so he loves when he’s able to provide care.

Bucky definitely has a whole garden of little plants that he religiously looks after. The bonus point is, alpine loves to rest amidst the cool plants and you can’t stop taking cute photos to show Bucky.

Bucky may be one of the most feared assassin, but he’s a silly little fool when it comes to you. He doesn’t like showing you his injuries from missions, but one “let me take a look.” from you is enough for him to show you the wound.

Most of the conversation go like this, “I’ll bandage that up for you.” He shakes his head like an adamant child. “It’s nothing.” You sigh at his antiques. “You’re bleeding for godssake. Let me do my work!”

Thought he pretends to not like it, he secretly loves it when you gently clean his wounds and apply bandage. The way you take care of him not only makes him feel loved, but also nearly brings tears to his eyes.

But the same applies to you too. He takes utmost care of you, refusing to even leave your side whenever you’re sick. You insist that you’re fine and take care of yourself, but he knows better.

He often prepares a special soup whenever you’re down, whose recipe he doesn’t share with you and instead tells you it’s his ancestral recipe, but you know it’s from a YouTube channel but he won’t tell you which one.

Bucky’s a sucker for physical touch. May it be holding hands while walking down the street, or keeping a hand on your waist as you eat, or dancing to cute songs playing on your phone, or laying your head on his chest as you sleep, he craves it all.

For Bucky, the most precious thing in the house (of course after you) is a ring which is kept safely in the drawer next to his bed. You both share a closet, and so it was no use keeping there, but he knows you feel like the small drawer is a sacred thing for him and rarely touch it.

He still remembers the time he realised he loved you. A cheesy movie was playing on the TV which you were supposed to watch, but as you fell asleep on his chest, wearing his hoodie, a sudden life changing realisation struck him. He was in love with you.

And ever since then, he right away knew that if he was ever going to marry someone, it was you. He had planned everything about how he was going to propose you, date, time, place, everything was set and he just knew it was going to be magical when it happened. And he knew it was going to be soon, real soon.

For Bucky, the four walls you live within isn’t his home. For him, home is where you lovingly hug him when he comes back from his missions. Home is where the delicious aroma of his favourite cookies wafts through the house as you prepare them for him. For Bucky, you are his home.

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this is utterly self indulgent and written in like one night? also it’s my first time writing like this, so pls be kind.

If you liked this, pls comment and reblog as it motivates me!! hope you have a good day!

“we should be mad at the duffers,” i say into the microphone. the crowd boos.

“no, she’s right,” someone says. “we should be furious.” it’s joseph quinn himself.

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Am I the only one that doesn’t think Loki is narcissistic? I think he craves atttention because he doesn’t have enough. He feels neglected and tries to make things about himself to attract attention. In the scene where Loki explains his theory to Mobius, he looks like an excited puppy. He is so excited for the possibility that maybe for once he’s right. That behaviour is something that is very common in neglected children. Sif says to Loki that he is alone and always will be alone. His whole life he had no real friends and the only person that ever believed in him was Frigga. He was always overlooked and lived in the shadows of Thor’s greatness. Loki said that he hurts people as a part of the illusion for a desperate attempt at having the control that he has never had. A narcissist would never be able to admit this and would not even believe it. Narcissism by definition is the pursuit of gratification from vanity or egotistic admiration of one's idealised self-image and attributes. We know that this is not Loki because from what we’ve seen throughout the mcu is that he does not think of himself as amazing. He is self-critical and insecure. Throughout his lifetime, he has been told over and over again that he is not enough and I think that he may say “I am a god” and “I am burdened with glorious purpose” to convince himself and others that he is great. Loki is not narcissistic, he hides his insecurities behind a shield that resembles narcissism.

Edit: I realize now that this post is a bit ableist and I’m really sorry if I offended anyone. I didn’t realize it was ableist when I posted it.

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Super stressed with assignments and exams right now and I just want Peter to keep me company and help me study and soothe me when I get overwhelmed and reassure me when I start doubting myself :’)

but for now I will sit on my own and fantasise about it whilst writing about blood/alcohol concentration x

I'll try to be of help in the only way I know how!

First, here's a Spotify playlist for studying (not mine):

An instrumental one to make you feel like your studying in a big, old library. There's dim lighting and the smell of old books. You're tucked away in the corner by a large window during a rain storm. [x]

Secondly, here’s a chill vibes study moodboard to go with the playlist:

Thirdly, here’s some Peter helping you study headcanon’s for you to fantasize about when you can’t bear to look at anything anymore:

Peter would absolutely stand behind you and massage your shoulders and neck while you work. Those big hands and long fingers are wonderful at unclenching your muscles. 

He would show up with a backpack full of treats. Your favorite snacks and drinks piled in there. If you ran out, he would find the nearest vending machine and empty it out for you if you asked. He does the coffee runs and brings you lunch/dinner when it’s time. 

Constantly making sure you’re hydrated and trying to force feed you water when you get too in the zone. 

If he could do anything to help like taking notes, making flashcards, or helping you research anything he’ll jump at the opportunity. 

Every few hours he makes you get up, stretch, and walk around the block with him. He says that sitting hunched over for that long is not good and you need the fresh air. You complain about it but he’s always right. You’re always more focused after a quick walk outside and come back with a new determination. 

He’ll quiz you with flash cards and makes up dumb, little games for you. (like you get a kiss if you get something correct)

Sometimes he’s more a distraction then a help. His attention span isn’t the best. He’ll get fidgety and start drumming pencils on the table or bouncing his leg, something that is done repetitive enough that it starts to get under your skin. He might get bored and start playing with the ends of your hair or trying to hold your hand while your in the middle of the something important. During those moments all you have to do is shoot him a death glare and he’ll get the hint, opting to go on another coffee run or take a bathroom break to give you some quiet. 

He’s the best at pep talks though. Peter obviously thinks the world of you so he’s great at hyping you up. “What do you mean you can’t do it? You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met in my entire life! You a gift to this world and everything you have to offer is nothing less than magic.” His hyperbole and enthusiasm make you roll your eyes but, secretly, it makes you feel a little more confident in yourself. 

If you ever break down from too much stress, he’ll jump up and pull you into his arms for a hug. He’ll rub his hands over your back and snuggle his face into the top of your head. He whispers sweet things in your ear until you start to calm down. Then he forces you to take another break. This time taking you with him to the 7-Eleven and having you restock the snacks. You guys will share a Slurpee on the walk back (even though Peter ends up drinking most of it, you knew you should have just gotten two). 

When you start to doze off and lay your head down on the table, Peter unzips his sweatshirt and draped it over you. He gently steals the books from under you and continues taking notes from where you left off. 

And lastly, when everything is over, he will reward your hard work with a lot of this: 

Sometimes, you have to draw the blinds, light every candle, and sit down ritualisticaly to read some ×reader fics.

Hi, this is my first post! Here are some of my fluffy head cannons about our favorite cat loving hacker

7 knows how to dance (Waltz, tango, ect) so he would dance with you whenever he has free time. Even if it means interrupting you doing daily tasks.Cooking/cleaning? Not anymore. this man has already swept you off your feet, and taken your hand in his and is currently twirling you around whatever room your in.*him humming howls moving castle*

You are currently cleaning up the kitchen after putting dinner into the oven when in comes Saeyoung. His crimson hair all messy from his nap. Coming up behind you, gently sliding his cold hands up your shirt resting them on your stomach. Slowly rocking you both side to side. He mumbles an “ nice and warm” while burring his head into the crevasse of your neck placing a little kiss right under your ear. His hair tickling your neck you let out a small breath and tell him to be careful and that it tickles. Your words just egg him on and if you didn’t realize your mistake sooner he would have caged you in and tickled you to death. You sharply say “don’t even think about it” feeling a light smile form on his lips you pull from his grasp and turn around to face him. His gives you a gentle smile, his eyes sparking like the stars he adores. You reach up and rub your thumb over his cheek “I know you to well by now sweetheart, but nice try” he rolls his eyes and brings his hand up to hold yours his fingers intertwining with yours. His other hand makes it’s way up to your hip gently holding onto you. His fingers gently pressing into you, subconsciously making sure you are there and not just a dream. He pulls you away from the counter and to the middle of the kitchen, you gently push some of his hair out of his eyes, “you are my North Star thank you for guiding me home” he quietly says while pushing his forehead against yours. “Your ufo crash landed on my heart alien boy” you retort. After a few minutes of silence just holding each other like it would be the last, he pulls back a bit. “May, I have this dance my love? Being held by you helped recharge my batteries” you smile at him sometimes even after being with him so long it makes your heart flutter like the wings of a sparrow, you say yes but not with words, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. He has a light blush dusted on his cheeks, his smile still bright. He takes your hand and bings it above your head and twirls you. Falling into his his arms you feel him dip you down and press a kiss onto your lips, his smile still there as he pulls you back up to continue. No music was needed just yours and his laughter. Nothing could be more pure than the love you felt for him, and he felt for you in this moment. Your souls danced like the two of you. Forever tied to each other, not even death could do you apart. (Hope you all enjoy!! sorry that it’s super long 😩 I just love him so much)

My Fears Won’t Stop Me From Loving You

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

NOTES: first I love you + reader scared of falling in love = fluff and pain. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. happy valentines day loves <3

Sometimes you have to tear your eyes away when you find yourself looking at him for too long, just so he doesn’t see that look in your eye. The look he claims that’s always on your face when you’re gazing at something that you undeniably love.

And you are undeniably in love with him.

But even the thought sends a chill down your spine and an inkling of fear settle in your brain. This boy, this incredibly sweet and loving boy who’s been your boyfriend for a little over six months, has still not heard those three little words spill from your lips. Peter couldn’t help but say the words on your fourth month anniversary. When he said them, your mind went blank and you went completely silent. Instant fear had run through him, just the thought of making you run away or be upset with him makes his blood run cold. You felt horrible, so you took his hand and kissed the back of it, reassuring him that it’s not what he thought. 

You just couldn’t say it back, not yet at least. You weren’t ready to say something that held so much meaning. Maybe to some people it was easy, something they could say without a second thought, but you, you don’t say it unless you mean it.

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