#marvelfluff

a/n: i'm so madly and completely in love with bucky, so this is what i think would be like to be loved by him. if you disagree with these, boohoo!

Summary: It starts snowing in the early hours of the morning in New York, and you make your girlfriend get up to play in it.

Warnings: Just fluff tbh. (i wrote this awhile ago pls don’t judge me 😖)

Words: 1313

You groaned slightly as you stirred from your sleep, a soft white glow poured into the room through the windows. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by how bright it was in the room. You struggled as you turned your head to the window, your body trapped against your girlfriends.

Your eyes widened, a large grin spreading across your face as you saw the white particles flying around outside. You wrestled out of your girlfriend's arms, turning to the clock on your bedside table which displayed the number 2:56 in a glowing red.

You sat up, getting out of bed and walking to the window, your eyes glistened with amazement as you looked over a white-covered New York. You shuffled back over to the bed, shaking Natasha gently.

"Nat, wake up." You whispered, "Tasha." The redhead stirred, groaning as she put an arm over her eyes. "What time is it?" She asked, her voice raspy as she propped herself up on her elbow. "2:57 am," You said, Natasha dropped the arm from her eyes and looked, almost glared, at you standing above her.

"Why are you awake, and more importantly why are you waking me up?" She asked, dropping back down onto her soft pillows and closing her eyes, wanting to go back to sleep. "Nat! It's snowing!" You said, childlike excitement showing in your voice. Natasha's eyes shot open, immediately moving towards the large windows.

"Oh my god." The redhead said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "It's snowing." She stated the obvious. "Yes! It's snowing!" You giggled, Natasha turned her attention back to you. She smiled tiredly and shook her head, amused.

"Yes, love, we can go outside." She said with a soft chuckle. You squealed, putting a hand out to pull the redhead out of bed, who took it and let herself be pulled out of her warm sheets. "I'm not going outside like this though, we need to get hoodies." She said, yawning as she admired the snow. "And coats, I like snow but I'm not suicidal." She added sarcastically, earning a snort from the girl who was currently in their closet, getting two hoodies.

You reappeared, now wearing a dusk blue Nike hoodie, a black hoodie in your hand. You handed the hoodie to Natasha, who thanked you before pulling it over her head. You both made your way into the main area of your apartment, You glanced out the window any chance you got.

Natasha grabbed your coats from the coat closet as you put your shoes on. Once you were both ready you made your way down the apartment building stairs. Your face lit up as you walked out of the doors. You immediately ran out into the street, leaving footprints in the thick snow, luckily your building was facing a cobblestone path, another smaller building across from it, so you did not get run over.

Natasha grinned, walking over to her girlfriend who was facing the sky, grinning like a child. "It's so pretty." You muttered, looking at the snow-covered street, "Yeah, it is." Natasha however, was not looking at the snow, she was looking at you. Her heart swelled at how excited you were to be in the snow, she found it adorable.

While you were too busy admiring the snow, Natasha crouched down, making a ball out of the snow. "AH!" You squealed as she felt something hit you, you looked at the remaining snow on you coat, then looked back at Natasha, you mouth open playfully in fake offence.

"Oh, you're on short ass," You said playfully, getting your own ball of snow. Natasha gasped, "Bitch!" She said playfully, you laughed loudly at your girlfriend's reaction before lunging the ball of snow right at her. You threw snowballs at each other for a solid 10 minutes, laughing like children and reacting dramatically when the snow hit you.

You both fell into a fit of laughter after you fell over, losing your balance after Natasha hit you right in the chest with a snowball. The redhead stumbled over to you, dropping to her knees in front of you before falling forward, pushing you onto your back into the snow. You both giggled, you ran your cold hand up and down Natasha's back.

"I love you." Natasha mumbled into your chest, "I love you too." You replied, the smile on your face obvious in your words. Natasha rolled off you, laying down next to you in the snow. You both stared up at the sky, the soft snowflakes falling onto your faces.

"I wanna make a snow angel," You said, breaking your comfortable silence. Natasha chuckled, "Then make a snow angel, literally no one is stopping you." She said, shimmying away from you to give you more space.

You dramatically moved into a starfish position, the snow making a crunching sound as you dropped your limbs into it. You then proceeded to move them up and down, making a snow angel. Natasha copied.

After 1 to 2 minutes you stood up, wiping the snow off your hands on your coats and looking down at the snow angels you had just made. "They look great," You said, your hands on your hips. "They do, they do," Natasha confirmed, her arms crossed.

You twirled around, almost tripping over the snow. You looked up at the sky, Natasha smiled lovingly at you. "I love snow." You grinned, "I know you do." Natasha chuckled softly. She walked towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck. You put your arms around Natasha's waist, kissing her cold nose.

You took a second to admire your girlfriend, her hair sprinkled with snow, her cheeks and nose red from the cold, the soft white glow of the snow reflecting in her green eyes. "You're so pretty," You said quietly, Natasha grinned, she felt her cheeks heat up but the blush was hidden by her already red cheeks.

She leaned forward, pressing her cold lips to your equally as cold lips. She chuckled into the kiss as she felt you lean forward, dipping her backwards. Once you were standing back up straight, she deepened the kiss, playing with your snow-covered hair.

"Okay, I'm cold can we go back in?" Natasha asked as she pulled away slightly, just enough to talk. You leaned back in, pecking your girlfriend's lips again before speaking, "Yes please, I'm cold too."

You both hurried back into the building, giggling. Once you were back in the apartment, your shoes were disregarded near the door, and you hung up the coats. "Come on," Natasha whined, wanting to get back into bed.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," You said with a soft chuckle as you dusted the snow out of your hair, hurrying over to Natasha who was standing in the doorway of your bedroom. "Wait Tasha, our pyjama bottoms are covered in snow," You said as you pulled off your hoodie. Natasha stopped for a second before pulling the cold fabric off her legs, leaving her in an oversized shirt and her underwear.

"Just take them off, it's warm in our bed." She said hurriedly, getting under the covers. You did as Natasha said before shuffling over to the bed, shivering. You both sunk under the covers, shivering in each other's arms as you tried to warm up.

You both let out soft chuckles. "That was fun," Natasha admitted as she rubbed her legs together, trying to warm them up. "It was, snow is so awesome." You agreed as you pulled the cover over you both a bit more.

"I love you," You mumbled tiredly once you were both warm again, Natasha grinned, moving her head so she was looking at you. "I love you too, baby."

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 703

Genera: Fluff

“Come on, doll, it looks adorable on you!”

I need suggestions, please send in requests for any marvel character/ship (no incest, no real rape, id rather not write major character death) send people who may want something written my way, I have no motivation for anything and am really trying to force some writing out of this brain of mine.

movie night fridays

they’re basically a requirement for dating peter parker

he always buys your favorite candies and snacks beforehand, so they’re waiting on the coffee table as soon as you get to his apartment

peter immediately tosses his keys on the side table and heads into the kitchen

you flop on the couch

he calls for you to pick whatever movie you like

even if it’s a terrible rom-com

bc he’s going to spend more time staring at you than the screen, anyway

you almost always end up watching one of the star wars movies, though

mostly bc you know they’re his favorite

and you love watching his face light up every time someone whips out a lightsaber

peter returns two minutes later with a GIANT bowl of golden, buttery popcorn, which he gives you to sample

the boy might not be a chef

but he makes some bomb microwave popcorn

he says the spidey senses let him know when it’s ready

so he never burns a kernel he collapses into the folds of the sofa beside you

the warm bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap

you hit play as his arm slinks around your shoulders

you nestle into his chest

sigh contentedly

you’re always exhausted from the school week, so half the time you’ll doze off in the middle of the movie

peter won’t notice for a while, until he yells something out about one of the characters

and you don’t respond

when he glances down and sees your eyelids closed in sleep

he instantly clamps his big mouth shut

and uses it to press a gentle kiss to your forehead

sometimes it wakes you up

sometimes it doesn’t

it doesn’t really matter to peter

Warnings: Fluffyyyyy Fluff, very mild language

Word Count: 324

A/N: Idk what this is lmao

“Babe, are you sure you want to watch IT? You hate scary movies.” Steve asked you. 

“Yesssss. I’ve changed…” You whined.

“Okay…” He said unconvinced. 

“Well, sit down, I’ll start the movie, and I’ll go make some popcorn and get some snacks.” He said sitting down next to you. 

“But you are the snack.” You joked. 

He rolled his eyes. The movie started and you were curled up to his side. 

“Alright, let me go get the snacks really fast.” He said. 

“What? No… Don’t leave. Pause it…” You stuttered. 

Tony Stark × Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Language, intented smut(part-3)

Disclaimer: I own none of the mentioned characters except for the original (Y/N). This is the second of a short series. I take requests so please send them in if you like. Enjoy!

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Y/N placed her hand gently on his cheek, concern reflecting in her eyes.

The board was threatening to pull funding for his and Bruce's new project.

“Are you OK, Tony?” she asked, carefully tilting his face up and looking into his eyes. She recognized the look on his face and knew that something was seriously upsetting him.

She began to trace his hairline and softly stroke his cheek with her thumb. His face softened and his heart began to race as he recongnized what she was doing.

She had gotten her nephew to see the lab, one day. She said that he was obsessed with technology and begged her to take him when he found out where she worked.

Usually, Tony would never have agreed something like that, but he couldn't say no to her.

He even arranged a special tour for him in his private lab.

That was when he realized how much he would do to make her happy. Her smile was worth everything. He loved making her smile.

God, he loved her smile.

Her nephew was sad when the tour ended. He was saying that he didn't think he would ever be able to build something so great, didn't think he would be able to make a difference in the world.

That's when she placed her hand on his cheek, tilted his face upwards and gently traced his hairline, telling him that he was amazing and he could do achieve anything he worked towards, while gently stroking his cheek.

Tony leaned against the doorframe and watched them, his heart warming at the sight.

That was the first time he realized that she meant more to him than he thought.

“I'm good”, he whispered, the stress slowly leaving his body with every movement of her fingers along his skin. Tony's breathing quickened as he realized that her face was just inches apart from his.

He tried to look somewhere, anywhere but her soft lips.

Looking into her eyes instead, his heart almost melted at the concern in them.

His breathing slowly steadied as she withdrew her hand and took a couple of steps back, tucking her hair behind her ear and giving him a soft smile.

“Who was it?” she asked.

“The board. They say that they need solid primary results in two weeks or they're going to reconsider full funding.” He chuckled humourlessly.

“I'd fund it myself, but Pepper won't allow it. She seems to think it'll look more professional and promising if the company funds it.”

“She's not wrong” Y/N said, trying to hide her smirk. Tony rolled his eyes, letting the corner of his lips turn up slightly.

“Come on, let's go.” she said, turning around and heading back into the restaurant.

“Go where, exactly?” he asked, following her.

“The tower. I need to have a word with the board.”

After saying goodbye to Happy and Pepper, Tony and Y/N drove back to the tower, a light drizzle beginning to fall from the dark grey clouds that had formed in the sky.

“We need to go over the presentation for next week. I've emailed the board about the project” Y/N said, eyebrows furrowed as she stared at her phone.

“What'd you tell them?” Tony asked, glancing at her from the driver's seat.

“That even kids know that you can't rush science” she replied, smirking at the billionaire, “but a bit more politely, of course” she added with a laugh.

“Of course” Tony echoed her words, matching her smirk.

Stopping at a red light, his smug expression slowly melted into a thoughtful one.

He looked over at Y/N, watching her trace the raindrops on the foggy glass window. She had a hint of a smile on her face and gently bit her lip as her fingers danced across the pane. Tony's gaze slowly shifted from her fingers to her lips. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and closed his eyes.

‘What is she doing to me?’ he shook his head. ‘Get a damn grip, Stark’ he firmly told himself.

They pulled up into the parking lot of the tower. Parking the silver Audi r8, Tony glanced at Y/N and saw her fiddling with the hem of her dress, attempting to bunch it up.

“It would be greatly appreciated if they could make these dresses less imobolising” she muttered, glancing up and narrowing her eyes at Tony's amused expression.

“Hold on a second” he said, getting out of the car and walking around to her side, opening her door and holding out his hand.

Y/N smiled up at him, taking his hand and getting out of the car.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark” said Y/N, in an amused tone, smiling softly and walking towards the elevator.

‘Mr Stark’. Hearing those words leave her lips, Tony fought the growing urge to pin her against the car and kiss her breathless, taking a deep breath and walking towards the elevator.

Y/N was staring at her phone with a raised eyebrow as Tony came and stood beside her.

“They've conceded” she stated and slipped the phone back in her clutch, smiling victoriously at Tony.

“The board? How'd you manage that?” Tony asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. Y/N laughed.

“I might've mentioned that Dr. Banner would not be inclined to continue working with Stark Industries in ANY manner if they pull the funding for this project and losing the affiliation such a reknowned and acclaimed scientist would heavily tarnish the company's image in the eyes of their investors” she replied, looking at Tony.

Tony stared back at her in shock for a second, before letting out a heavy laugh and asking, “Is any of that true?”

“Not really” she laughed, “but they don't know that, do they?” she finished, a smug smile on her lips.

“Not bad, Miss Y/L/N” Tony said. Rolling her eyes, Y/N walked out of the elevator and into the penthouse.

“You want a drink?” Tony asked, taking off his jacket.

“Sure, I'll have a-”

“Whiskey on the rocks with a twist, I know” Tony said, glancing at Y/N and smirking before making his way to the bar.

Y/N felt herself stiffen.

‘That damn smirk’ she thought. Every single time he shot her that smirk, she had to firmly restrain herself from jumping his bones right then and there.

Y/N had always found Tony attractive, like most of the female population. But she thought that he was cocky, arrogant and narcissistic.

That is, until she met him.

He was cocky, sure. He was also brave, thoughtful, generous, funny, charming, she could go on.

She found herself being drawn to him more and more, even as she tried to convince herself that it was nothing, that she felt nothing. But even as she attempted to push it all away, she couldn't, for long, ignore the way her skin tingled when it touched his, the way her heartbeat picked up everytime she looked into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the twinge she felt in her chest when she saw him laughing with other women.

He was slowly inching his way closer and closer to her heart and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her phone vibrated suddenly, bringing her out of her thoughts. Pulling it out of her clutch, she frowned at it before calling out

“Jarvis, can you put on the news, please?”

“Of course, Miss Y/L/N” came Jarvis's reply. The T.V. flickered on, with reports of the worst thunderstorm in New York in over a decade being read by the anchors.

Tony walked into the living room with two glasses in his hand, raising his eyebrow at the television.

“What's happening?” he asked, handing Y/N the glass of whiskey.

“There's a massive thunderstorm outside” Y/N replied, taking a sip and looking up at Tony, her eyebrows furrowed. “It's not going to be easy getting a cab now” she muttered, turning her head towards the window.

“Then I guess you're stuck here for the night” Tony said, trying to surpress his joy at the notion.

“Uh, I suppose so” said Y/N, biting her lip, avoiding Tony's eye, trying to hide her excitement at spending the night alone with him.

Tony's gaze fell to her lips as he felt himself tense slightly.

“I-uh...I'll just-I'll be right back” Tony managed to get out, before turning around and practically sprinting to his bedroom, leaving a confused Y/N in the living room.

Slamming his bedroom door shut, he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

‘You have got to calm the fuck down, Stark’ he thought, trying, in vain, to push the thought of Y/N's beautiful lips on his out of his head. He sighed in defeat.

“It's going to be a really long night” he groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Exhaling heavily, he changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt before walking into the living room.

“So you said that we need to go over the p-” Tony froze.

Y/N stood near the table, staring at her phone. She wore a tight, peach tank top that seemed to blend in with her skin and black shorts with a beige unicorn pattern, just tight enough to make Tony's eyes almost pop out of his head. Heart racing, he slowly raked gaze his up her legs and over her-

“Are you done staring, Stark?” Y/N said, smirking at the gaping billionaire.

Tony's head snapped up, his shocked, wide eyes meeting Y/N's beautiful, gleaming ones.

“Uh...I, uh...what?” he breathed out, running his fingers through his hair and groaning internally.

‘Great, Tony. She has, apparently, made you lose the ability to speak’ he thought, trying to put together a sentence.

Clearing his throat, he asked “W-Where did you g-get that?” nodding to Y/N's top.

“When you were in L.A. for that premire last month, Pepper, Nat and I had a slumber party and I forgot to take this back home” she laughed.

“Slumber party? Anything...interesting happen?” Tony asked, wagging his eyebrow, trying to regain his cool.

Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I'm not sure you consider tequila and girl talk interesting, Stark” she said, pulling back a chair and opening her laptop.

“Was there nudity involved? Or maybe wrestling or pillow-”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no. Now can we please finish these?” Y/N asked, shooting the billionaire a glare.

“Certainly” he chuckled, sitting down beside her.

An hour later, they were finishing the last part of the presentation and Tony was having a hard time focusing on it.

He was having a hard time focusing on anything but her.

He watched her, studying her face as she edited the last part of the presentation, eyebrows furrowed, her tongue slowly gliding over her lips.

Tony subconsciously mimicked the motion, darting his tongue over his lips, his breathing becoming slightly heavier.

“Ok, it's almost done. Do you want the slides to change automatically or would rather it be manual?” Y/N asked, turning the laptop towards him and moving her chair closer to his.

Instantly, Tony's muscles tensed as he became painfully aware of how close to him Y/N was, her thigh lightly brushing against his, making his breath quicken even more.

“Um, the first one” Tony replied distractedly, eyes fixed to her lips.

“You OK?” asked Y/N, Tony's gaze lifting to her eyes. “You've been acting weird for the last couple of hours.”

“I'm fine” he muttered, standing up, trying desperately to repress his rapidly strengthening, overwhelming desire for her.

“Tony, you know you can't lie to me. What's wrong?” asked Y/N, her voice laced with concern.

Hearing his name from her lips shattered whatever little resolve Tony had left.

A/N: This is the first bit of writing I’ve shared online in a long time. It’s a scene I imagined happening between a Stark! character and everyone’s favorite boi, Peter Parker. I just tweaked it to a “x reader” format because I know that’s the type of fanfic I enjoy reading. Hope you like it! Feel free to reblog. ☺️

“If I asked you to marry me right here, right now, what would you say?”

It was a Friday night in New York City. After a long week of Physics tests and English essays, Peter had invited you over for a relaxed date night. You figured you would just stay inside and watch movies, but when you arrived at his apartment, you discovered he had other plans. He grabbed your hand and drug you up six flights of stairs, finally ending up on the roof of his apartment building. He laid a thick blanket down on the cool concrete and pulled you down beside him. Above your heads, a smattering of stars sparkled against the backdrop of a black velvet sky. 

That was the setting when your boyfriend randomly proposed to you out of the blue.

“I’d say you’ve finally completely lost it,” you said. “Honestly, Peter, what kind of question is that?”

Peter’s cheeks turned dark crimson, and he felt suddenly grateful for the cloak of night. 

“Well, not now, obviously. But maybe five, ten years.”

You rolled onto your side and propped your head up on your hand. Peter’s gaze remained concentrated on the sky. He never made eye contact when he was embarrassed.

“Babe, I can’t even visualize next semester. I have a sinking feeling I won’t survive midterms this year,” you said, trying (and failing) to make him laugh. You paused before adding, “Besides, why would you want to commit to spending the rest of your life with me for company?”

Peter’s head finally turned towards you.

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend my life with the most amazing person I’ve ever met?”

Coming from anyone else, you would have dismissed it as an inauthentic and terribly cheesy comment. But from Peter, it meant the world. 

“My dad would kill you, you know, if he heard half the things you say to me,” you said with a sigh. “You’re lucky I love you, Peter.”

Peter’s breath caught. Had he heard you right? Surely not. You wouldn’t have- couldn’t have-said...that.

“You...you love me?” he stammered.

“Well...yeah,” you said sheepishly. Then, a wave of realization washed over you, and you suddenly shot upright. “Wait a second. You’re the one who practically just proposed. Why on earth would you ask that if you didn’t think I loved you?”

“I-I don’t know,” he mumbled. Once again, he broke eye contact, just as the blush crept back onto his face. Peter’s thigh bumped against yours as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He wrapped his lanky arms around his knees and hugged them to his chest, resting his head on his kneecaps.

“You don’t know? Really? Peter, you’ve never gotten anything less than an ‘A’ in your life.”

“I got an A minus in Chemistry last year,” he piped up.

“That’s not my point,” you said. “My point is that you know, like, everything. You’re like Steve Jobs-but instead of a turtleneck, you have a spidey suit.”

You leaned over to bump your shoulder against his. Finally, a smirk tugged at the corner of Peter’s lip.

“You do believe me, though, right? That I love you?”

“Of course I believe you. I trust you more than anyone-well, except Aunt May, of course. Please don’t tell her I said that.” 

“I would never. I’m pretty sure she’s still mad about the time you said I was the more trustworthy Monopoly banker,” you teased.

“Nah, she’s not. She loves you.” He paused, eyes swimming with more panic than they had when he rolled an eight that family game night, landing on May’s Boardwalk property. That little “L” word caught in his throat like a wad of peanut butter. 

You placed your soft, tiny hand over his large, calloused one.

“Pete, if you’re not ready-”

“But I am. I am ready,” he said, intertwining your fingers. “I love you.”

A deep breath escaped your lungs, one you had no recollection of holding. You leaned into Peter, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You broke away to tell him what you knew he needed to hear, even if you’d said it already:

“I love you, too.” 

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and he looped an arm around your waist. Together, you and Peter gazed up at the sparkling stars in comfortable silence.

“Peter?” you asked finally.

“Hm?”

“About that question you asked me earlier. I never really answered it.”

The muscles in his arm tensed up, and he twitched with nervous energy, but you stayed cuddled up next to him.

“Just-just forget about that, Y/N. You’re right, we’re just kids, and it was stupid-”