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writerscafehub · 5 months

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𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈: @fushic0re

ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ . 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀:

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

I’d say a 3.5. I’m proud of my work, but there’s always room to grow and improve.

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I think my writing style focuses a lot on the complexity of the inner emotions the characters feel. I like to take a lot of time fleshing out their inner selves that way when there’s dialogue or they commit a specific act, readers are able to say to themselves “yea, this is very them”. All in all, I like a lot of emotion.

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

My fellow writers café members inspire me! Everyone has such different styles and ideas, it really makes me want to be more innovative. I don’t really have any specific muses, to be honest–the fanfiction fandom in general makes me want to write and see my ideas developed.

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

“Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” and “Dance In The Dark”.

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

Steve Rogers for sure is my easiest. I love that man with my entire being and have dissected him and my interpretation of him so many times. I find Geralt of Rivia a bit difficult to write, hence why there’s no work for him.

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

There’s not really a who, more like a what–my emotional wounds. Writing is used as a tool for me to not only bring my ideas to life, but use them as vessels to work out these emotions and proverbially close that chapter of my life by turning them into something positive.

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

I have a very cute “Spy x Family” meets “The Incredibles” one shot for Miguel O’Hara in the works featuring Filipina!Reader, Gabriella O’Hara, and reader’s daughter hehe

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

I’m really gonna expose myself here…it was for Black Veil Brides LMAOOOO

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

GIRL (gender neutral); black cat gf x golden retriever bf, the mean one being soft for the sunshine one, enemies to lovers, reincarnation.

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Mafia/mob boss. I have one singular wip with that trope and after that, I’m retiring it. Cannot stand it, no offense.

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Definitely my demon! Lee Bodecker and ghost!Steve Rogers fics. Those were RIDES.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, BLACK CAT GF x GOLDEN RETRIEVER BF, and THE GRUMPY ONE BEING SOFT FOR THE SUNSHINE ONE. I clearly have a preference.

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Either bossanova, classical music, jazz, lo-fi, or a playlist I made specifically for whatever I’m writing.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

I don’t have a preference tbh. they’re both very impactful, it just depends on the plot in question.

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

yES ALL THE TIME. especially for fluff pieces with family dynamics, I always wanna create little side drabbles in the style of “modern family” like they have their very own sitcom.

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

writing for Geralt of Rivia. The deep lore for The Witcher seems like a lot of ground to cover.

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I can’t remember anything specific, but my fic “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” received a good amount of super meaningful feedback from Filipino readers that meant a lot to me. They expressed how much it meant for them to be seen, especially in a fantasy-fairy tale like story that incorporated our culture.

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Yes, lore building for “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call”! I’ve never written anything in the fantasy genre, so that was definitely a challenge. It turned out amazing. I loved writing it and that fic is one that is near and dear to my heart.

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

I’m a fucking baby and I can only have angst if it’s followed with fluff…..but I do love angst.

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

EEEEEE I currently have one OC for a re-write of my series called “Keeping Up With The Starks”. Her name is Camila Santos Stark, a Filipina-American who is the only daughter of Tony Stark. She’s a spoiled heiress but is definitely a no-nonsense woman who you do not want to underestimate. She’s described by others around her as the rational version of Tony–the snark is there, but so are a bunch of other characteristics that Tony doesn’t possess. Steve Rogers is her love interest. He thought she was a spoiled brat, but look who fell in love!

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Definitely “Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren’s Call” – it’s pure fantasy which sounds amazing. Plus, Namor!

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

Eh, there’s nothing really interesting going on behind the scenes–I just write at night with a candle lit.

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

“I’m a beauty, I’m a beast, it defends on the feast” – “So Cool” by Dounia

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

If writing frustrates you, that’s a sign for you to step away and take a break. If you initially started writing because you love it, continue to lead with love–don’t kill the joy.

#writer’s cafe ♡☕︎#barista of the month #𓆸rika𓆸

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years

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Road trip

Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader (i think this is gender neutral but if it isn't please let me know so I can fix it)

Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky— especially Bucky—during a long road trip.

Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy

English is not my first language

Word count: 3400+

Notes: I don't know what this is. I had this stupid idea after watching civil war again because that tiny car with two super soldiers in it it's so funny to me. I'm sorry if it's sucks, I have a shitty sense of humor

Being on the run wasn't as cool as it sounded. The movies always made it out to be this grand adventure in search of truth and justice where the stakes were always high. But in reality being on the run involved crappy motels in the middle of nowhere and hours of driving through back roads. There was nothing glorious or epic about it, it was just boring. Especially when you spent days trapped in the world's smallest car with two super soldiers.

Steve, Bucky, Sam and you had left the motel where you had spent the night first thing in the morning, hoping that would give you a head start. The plan was to get to the next stop before dark, but fate had not been on your side. Now it was almost dark and you still had a long journey ahead of you, having to drive through the middle of nowhere. Literally. You were so far away from any trace of civilization that you weren't even able to pick up any radio signal, so the car was plunged into the deepest of silences. The only noise you could hear was coming from the old engine, which was threatening to break down and leave you stranded there with every rumble it made.

At least that was until you proposed that you play some road game to pass the time. The guys weren't very enthusiastic, but you insisted so much that they ended up agreeing. They knew that entertaining you for a while would be better than having to put up with your boredom.

"We've been trying to guess what it is that you saw for over 15 minutes, why don't you just tell us?" Bucky spoke with annoyance beside you, tired of playing 'I spy with my little eye'. He felt like he was trapped in the car with a five year old and honestly didn't know how much longer he could put up with you.

"But that's not fun! You're supposed to guess!" you complained pouting.

"We give up," Steve said from the driver's seat, your eyes meeting momentarily in the rearview mirror.

"Fine! It was the doodles I made on Bucky's arm while he slept," you admitted with a grin as you watched Bucky's expression change upon discovering the doodles on his arm.

"How were we supposed to see that?" Sam complained from the passenger seat, interrupting Bucky before he could let out any curses in your direction.

"Okay fine, you're right! Let's play something else."

"Why can't we just sit in silence for a while?"

"Because that's not fun, silly!" you said, tapping Bucky's nose with your finger. "Let's play 21 questions."

"I'm going to sleep," Sam stated, leaning back in his seat and resting his head against the window. He was tired, having spent the last few hours awake driving after having the worst night's sleep of his life. Normally he wouldn't have found your attitude so annoying, half the time you guys would team up to annoy everybody—especially Bucky—, but this time it was different. He was exhausted and the last thing he needed was to deal with your boredom.

"Nooo! C'mon it'll be fun! I'll think of something and you guys have 21 questions to guess what it is. Got it?" You explained the rules a little too enthusiastically. None of your teammates responded, but you took their silences as a signal to continue. "Okay guys I'm ready, start with your questions."

"Are you thinking about hot dogs?" Bucky spoke in an annoyed tone. The smile disappeared from your face and for the first time in hours you remained silent. How had he been able to guess in the first round? Did he have mental powers that he had never told you about?

"... no," you lied in the hopes that the game would last more than five seconds.

"Y/N!" the super soldier next to you complained, knowing full well that he was right.

"Fine, you won! I was thinking about hot dogs. How did you know?"

"Because you haven't stopped talking about it since lunch."

"Well maybe you wouldn't have had to listen to me complaining if Steve had let me eat that hot dog when I had the chance."

"It was a half eaten hot dog in the garbage!" Steve defended himself, raising his voice a little. He still couldn't believe that you were actually willing to eat that. It was so wrong on so many levels, though the worst part was that you kept blaming him for saving you from your own stupidity.

"It was fine! I had worse," you said in a casual tone that made Bucky shake his head in disapproval.

"IT WAS IN THE TRASH!" Steve exclaimed, raising his voice and earning a smack from Sam who despite all the noise was still trying to sleep.

"Whatever, man," you shrugged. "Let's play something else!"

"Why don't you take a nap, Y/N. It's an easy way of making time pass by quicker" Sam spoke from the front seat without moving or even opening his eyes. He tried to tempt you with the promise that time would pass by faster, that all your boredom would be forgotten in the dream world, but you didn't fall into his trap. You couldn't even if you wanted to. You weren't comfortable enough to sleep in that car, trapped between the door and Bucky's muscular body. Your brain refused to shut down even if it knew it was best for everyone.

"I can't, I passed my window of opportunity and now my brain won't shut off. I have to wait another few hours for my next window. And you guys better pray for it to come quickly because this silly mood I'm in is only gonna get worse the more sleep deprived I get."

"Well, maybe you aren't tired, but I am and I would like to rest," Sam complained. "I've been driving all morning so please let me sleep."

"I'm sorry but I'm so bored," you pouted, looking at Bucky with innocent eyes trying to convince him to take your side even though you knew that was impossible. He was a man of little patience and you could read in his expression that you were beginning to drain him of it.

"Then find something to entertain yourself in silence."

You let out a huff, sticking your tongue out at Sam before turning to focus your gaze on the window. The view was shitty, you really were stuck in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but road and land all around you, and you couldn't even enjoy that because the sun was starting to set, making everything fall into darkness. However, it was enough to keep you silent for a few minutes. Bucky closed his eyes, reveling in the peaceful atmosphere. For a moment he thought he had defeated you, that you had finally understood that no one was in the mood for your bullshit. But then he heard your voice once again and knew that the battle was far from over.

"Oh I know, I know!" Your excited exclamation broke the silence. "I should drive so I can get tired like Sam."

"NO!" The two super soldiers shouted, making you frown.

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you haven't had a proper night of sleep in at least two days and you have been surviving purely on chips and energy drinks," Steve explained and you rolled your eyes. "I wouldn't trust you with anyone's life right now."

"Whatever," you muttered angrily, letting your back hit the back of the seat with a loud thump. You crossed your arms over your chest, digging your eyes like daggers into the back of Steve's head. He was being irrational, denying you the only activity there was to do in that damn car to keep you bored. He was conspiring against you and you would make him pay for it.

Choosing to save your revenge against Steve for later, you turned to look at Bucky. "Can I keep doodling in your arm?" You asked him and you sounded so cute that he almost said yes. Almost.

"No."

"Then give me your hand."

"What? No!"

"C'mon man, give me your hand!"

"What for?"

"I want to play thumb wars with you."

"But I don't."

"Play thumb wars with me or I'm gonna start singing and you know how annoying I can get."

"Jesus, Buck just do it" Steve pleaded and he let out a sigh of defeat. He grabbed your hand reluctantly, rolling his eyes as you let out a chuckle of victory.

"One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!" You barely had time to blurt out the rhyme before Bucky crushed your finger under his. "Hey! I wasn't ready," you complained, your angry eyes meeting his expressionless face. "Best of three."

This time he let you make the first move before attacking. His thumb charged at yours, but you were quicker and moved it out of the way just in time—letting out a squeal of happiness as you did so. However, the joy didn't last long because two seconds later he managed to catch your finger under his once again.

"I won," Bucky stated inexpressively, although you were able to notice in his eyes a spark of joy at having beaten you at your own stupid game.

"One more time! I want to see if I can beat you at least once."

"You said best of three."

You looked at Bucky with narrowed eyes for a moment before you opened your mouth and started singing the first song that popped into your head in the most off-key way possible. In the background you heard Sam growl and Steve curse under his breath, but that didn't stop you.

"Okay, okay fine!" Bucky gave in and you grinned like a bratty kid who had just gotten their way—and in a way you kinda were.

You took his hand once more, giving him a defiant look before trying your luck once more. You were much more careful with your movements this time, trying to predict what Bucky would do to use it against him. You concentrated and eventually managed to catch his thumb under your finger for a brief two seconds. You didn't even have time to smile in victory before he turned the tables, beating you for the third time.

"Oh you completely suck!" You exclaimed angrily, letting go of his hand.

"You're the one that wanted to play this with a super soldier," Bucky laughed and you realized you hadn't taken his super senses into account. "It's your fault, not mine."

"You're supposed to let me win sometimes, you know."

"Why because you suck?"

"No! Because it's not fun if you always win" you said, hitting his arm, fully aware that he didn't even feel a slight tingle. "Sam, play with me!"

"Sam is sleeping and you should do the same" Steve interjected using that disappointed father tone he sometimes used with you.

"I can't, I'm uncomfortable. There's no space back here."

"Bucky, move over so she can have some space."

"I can't, there is no more space" Bucky mumbled through his teeth. "There would be if we have taken a bigger car like I suggested-"

"There wasn't a bigger car," Steve interrupted him, "So figure things out!"

The car fell silent, the tension tangible in the air. Everyone was tired, hungry and in desperate need of a bath. You had spent too much time together in the most uncomfortable situations so it was normal for Steve to be a little grumpy.

Deciding that you had done enough to fuel the tensions, you settled into your spot to try to get some sleep. You tried to mirror Sam, leaning your head against the window, but the vibrations from the engine rattling on the glass were distracting you and making you a little dizzy. So you opted to slide down the seat until you could rest your head on the backrest. That solved the vibration problem, sort of, but it was an even more uncomfortable position than the previous one. Turning your head to your left, you found Bucky leaning against the seat and enjoying the silence. Then an idea popped into your mind.

"Can I cuddle with you?" you asked him in the softest voice you could muster, trying to persuade him to agree.

"What? No!" he exclaimed, his cheeks turning a soft pink.

"C'mon, I can't sleep like this and you're taking half of my side of the seat with your big muscles anyways so you owe me."

Bucky hesitated, looking at you with a frown. He wasn't in the mood to put up with you on top of him. Not only was he tense and tired, but he was angry at you. You had spent the last few hours doing nothing but irritating him and now you were asking him to be your mattress. Nope, he wasn't going to do it. You would have to find another way to get comfortable, just like he and Sam were doing. He wasn't going to help you after you entertained yourself by testing the limits of his patience and sanity.

But then you pouted, looking at him with puppy dog eyes, and Bucky knew he couldn't refuse. Letting out a sigh, he opened his arms to make room for you. "Fine," he said. "But only because I want you to shut up." You smiled at him, knowing full well that wasn't the only reason. He could never resist your charms, you were too cute to deny you anything.

You settled on his chest without any shame, wrapping your arms around his body to cling to him. His muscular chest felt firm against your cheek, but the warmth he emanated was enough to compensate. The new position was much more comfortable, allowing your body to stretch in a different way after hours of sitting in the same position. You could feel his breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath your face. It was nice, peaceful. You could fall asleep like that.

"Hold me," you said when you noticed that Bucky had let his arm rest on the back of the seat. "It's weird if you don't. Besides, you have to protect me in case we crash while I'm sleeping. If you don't hold me I'm going to fly out the windshield." Bucky rolled his eyes, but didn't protest, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. You let out a long yawn, the built-up tiredness finally winning out over your energy-drink fuelled brain. You closed your eyes, snuggling more against him as you let his breathing and the movement of the car relax you. "You're comfy," you murmured against his chest.

"Just try to get some sleep," he said, relaxing beneath you. Without realizing it, Bucky began to stroke your shoulder with his fingers. He traced imaginary shapes on the exposed skin, awakening a gentle tingle in his path. It was a subtle touch, but it was enough to help your body relax. For a moment you tried to concentrate on it, trying to figure out if his fingers followed any specific pattern or drawing, but you lasted only a few short minutes before you gave in to exhaustion. Steve's soft voice saying “finally" was the last thing you heard echoing in the distance.

You didn't know where you were or what time it was, the only thing you knew was that you were hugging something soft and fluffy, like a giant pillow. In the distance a voice called your name, and when you looked up you found a marshmallow three times your size. It had a face, two big cartoonish eyes and a kind smile that it was dedicating to you. The world around you was full of pastel colors and fluffy clouds. It looked like the fantasy of a little girl who was obsessed with unicorns and forest fairies, but you didn't question it. You were too comfortable using Mr. Marshmallow as a pillow to think about anything.

But the voice in the distance calling your name grew louder each time, becoming clearer in your mind. A constant annoying sound that distracted you from the pure happiness you felt in that strange fantasy world. You tried to ignore it, but it kept persistently increasing in volume until it was the only thing you could hear.

When you opened your eyes you felt completely disoriented and disappointed. The world around you was much darker than the one in your dreams and the body underneath yours, although comfortable, was not half as soft as Mr. Marshmallow's. It took you a few seconds to realize that you were in the car curled up next to Bucky and that it had all been a dream.

"What time is it?" you mumbled as you sat up straight, rubbing your eyes to shake off the sleep.

"Late," Bucky replied. "C'mon, Steve found a motel. Let's get you in a proper bed."

It was only when he opened the car door to get out that you realized he was parked in the driveway of what appeared to be a cheap motel. The neon light sign, though malfunctioning, was working enough that the glow hurt your eyes. You followed Bucky across the parking lot with your eyes glued to the floor, the last thing you needed was to get a migraine. He led you to Sam and Steve, who were coming out of the lobby with room keys in hand. Or rather, the key, singular.

"They only had one room available," Sam explained, waving the keys in his hands. They had a sticker on them that read 06 in messy handwriting, warning you that it was probably the worst place you could have chosen to stay. But you were tired of being trapped in that damn car, so you didn't complain. As long as the sheets didn't have bugs on them you'd be fine.

"It has two queens so we're gonna have to share," Steve announced as you walked to the room.

"I call dibs on Bucky!" you were quick to exclaim as if you were a toddler fighting for the front seat of the car with their siblings. "He's comfy," you added, clinging to his arm so he wouldn't escape your side. Bucky rolled his eyes, but you were able to notice the pink flush on his cheeks.

When you reached your room you barely took the time to change into more comfortable clothes before throwing yourselves on the beds. Everyone was tired and aching from hours of sitting in the same position, so lying on a bed was a dream come true. Sure, it wasn't the most comfortable and fluffy mattress in the world and yes, you had to share the space, but it was still an improvement after spending days sleeping in a tiny car.

You settled in on the side of the bed facing the hallway. If for some reason you had to get up in the middle of the night you didn't want to have to wake Bucky up—you didn't want to have to put up with his grumpiness in the morning. He laid down next to you a few seconds later, the mattress dipping under his weight. You fought for the sheets for a bit, wanting to keep yourselves tightly covered while leaving as much space between your bodies as possible. When you realized that wouldn't work, you put the courtesy aside and snuggled together.

You closed your eyes, letting the warmth of Bucky's body help you relax once again. But this time it didn't seem to work. You could feel your muscles relaxing on the mattress, your eyelids heavy with sleep, but your mind was elsewhere. The voice inside you kept talking, asking questions and imagining situations that distracted you and kept you from sleeping.

"Hey guys," you whispered in the dark. "Guys... are you awake?"

"Huh?" you heard Bucky mumble, accompanied by a grunt from Sam from the other bed.

"Do you think fish can see water?"

"What?" Steve spoke, a mixture of annoyance and confusion in his voice.

"Like, we can't see air, right? So do you guys think fish can see water or it's just like the air for us?"

Instead of answering you with words, Sam picked up one of the pillows he had set aside and threw it at you. The object hit you in the chest before bouncing off Bucky, who threw it across the room in annoyance.

"Y/N, please go to sleep," Steve implored tiredly.

"Next time I'm carrying you to bed like a kid who fell asleep in the car on the way home," Bucky warned you in frustration, regretting waking you up in the first place.

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes fluff #steve rogers fluff #sam wilson fluff #marvel imagine #humor #crack fic #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #steve rogers x gender neutral reader #sam wilson x gender neutral reader

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬-𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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SFW🌿

・You had fallen for Steve, thinking that your chances with him were 0

・Your thought that a man like Steve could have any person ... being ... he wanted. So why would he choose you?

・They were harsh thoughts. Ones that had plagued you throughout your life. You grew up bullied because of your weight

・But instead of letting what others think tear you down, you decided to rise up.

・Nothing but your own self-limiting beliefs could stand in your way. And that’s how you ended up working for Director Fury at SHIELD.

・No one could tell you what you could and couldn’t do

・So that’s how you and Steve entered into each other’s orbits

・You were sent to keep an eye on the soldier. You thought it was for his own safety (even though he was plenty safe anyway ...)

・Your life had changed within 3 months of knowing Steve

・Well, you knew him... he hadn’t seemed to notice you. Which was a good thing, since you were undercover

・But it wasn’t until Loki’s plan to take over New York that Steve got to know you

・Loki at taken you, with the intent to turn you into a mindless subject as well. But as soon as the mind stone came into contact with your bare skin, everything erupted.

・It was like starlight had fallen from the heavens and found itself a home in you

・The power you felt ... it was intoxicating. The pure light made you warm, like standing in the sunshine on a cold winter’s day

・But then you felt the darkness as well. Like your shadow self had become bold; reminding you that there cannot be light without the dark.

・Loki was stunned, and then your gaze turned to him and the both of you fell unconscious

・The next thing you remember is seeing Steve Roger’s concerned face

・And you constantly looked after each other ever since

・It wasn’t your powers that Steve fell in love with ... it was your personality. Your smile. The way you reminded him to drink more water and treat himself

・You’re his guiding star.

・You became very good friends with Nat

・Not many people can say that - she’s a very closed person, but something about you made her open up

・It was the mutual dark side that connected the two of you

・The fact that neither of you ran from it brought you even closer

・You’re the chaos to Steve’s order

・Steve always takes the trash out

・And likes to sleep on the side closest to the door

・It took him a while to open up about his life before going into the ice. A part of him still misses the life he could have had with Peggy, but he wouldn’t change you or this life for the world.

・𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧: then you love taking Steve to clubs, pubs and picnics (not necessarily in that order...) Steve really appreciates you taking him out of his comfort zone.

・ 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧: you like to take Steve to the movies, his arm around your shoulders, with your head tucked underneath his chin. He likes how comfortable you make him feel. Like he’s found his person.

・𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞/𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: Then Steve often reminds you of how beautiful you are to him, that even though you are attractive, looks aren’t everything. What’s inside a person; their heart, their personality, how they treat others - that’s what makes someone the most beautiful person.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Gwen & Arthur by Rob Lane

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

✧ Looks Like A Jerk But Has A Heart Of Gold (Steve) x Looks Like A Cinnamon Roll But Is Also A Badass (You)

✧ Aggressively Supportive

✧ You Confessed Your Love When You Thought He Was Unconscious

NSFW🔞minors dni!

・Steve was a virgin when you two got together. With all that time out of the ice, he had no time for romance. And he still held onto some ideologies. But he never held those same opinions towards others. Only himself.

・You explore and experiment sex together; different positions, places, kinks etc.

・Sex is fun with Steve - not many people would think it but he’s so light-hearted and humorous

・There is a lot of grinding. Especially when you’re cuddling, and Steve begins to rub himself on you, pulling your body close to his.

・His favourite place to fuck is on the ground in your apartment/house. He isn’t one to do it in public, so as soon as you both walk through the door ... it’s on

・Steve is a soft dom, he likes to be in charge of your pleasure and when you can experience it.

・Calls you a “good girl” / “good boy”

・Likes when you beg for his cock

・He’s about 8.5 inches btw

#steve rogers #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #marvel #marvel headcanons #headcanons #witchthewriter #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu headcanons #gender neutral reader #steve rogers x gender neutral reader

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sapphosthoughtsandwritings · 28 days

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Welcome!! Here's some important info + my masterlist :)

Note: I'm so sorry I've been gone for so goddamn long, but I hope I'm back for good babes!!!!

I will NOT write - explicit smut or real people (i.e. actors). I am comfortable writing about mental health subjects (including darker content), any gender reader (I default to writing gender-neutral), any gender of character.

Don't hesitate to ask if I'm comfortable writing about something in my inbox if you're unsure, I don't mind at all!! :)

Masterlist under the cut

Series are listed in order. If I missed any fics please let me know, I'm not too tech-savvy I fear :') .

💨 MCU: -> Standalones - ~ Same Old Nothingness (Steve Rogers) ~ Seriously? That's It? (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes) ~ Your Actions Have Consequences (Bucky Barnes) ~ Hungry Eyes (Bucky Barnes) ~ Phone Calls and Voice Mails (Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff) ~ A Relaxing Day Off (Pietro Maximoff) ~ Bring (Y/N) Back (Avengers) -> Series/Connected Fics - ~ Fear of the Dark (Avengers/teen reader), Stage Fright

🪶 X-Men Cinematic: -> Standalones - ~ nothing... yet ;) -> Series/Connected Fics - ~ A Beautiful Mind (Charles Xavier), Sleepless Nights

🌹 Marvel Comics: ~ nothing... yet ;)

🦇 DC Comics/Wayne Family Adventures: ~ nothing... yet ;)

🌟 DCEU/DCAMU: ~ nothing... yet ;)

🌈 Stardew Valley: ~ nothing... yet ;)

#marvel x you #marvel x y/n #avengers x y/n #wayne family adventures #dc x reader #marvel x reader #stardew valley #dc x you #dc x y/n #x men

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not-another-marvel-blog · 1 year

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Last Christmas I gave you a promise

Avengers x Civillian!Reader

Just a collection of little fluff bombs since Christmas is approaching. I hope to get out 1 - 2 every week, maybe even more. Also trying to keep it gender neutral, if I missed anything feel free to reach out so i can change it up.

No warnings, just fluffy goodness :)

Word count: 853

They had promised to come back in time, in time to celebrate the next Christmas. A day you very much cherished, all of the Christmas season to be exact. A difficult mission was the reason, going undercover for an unknown time. Closed off from family friends or Partners. It was redeemed too dangerous for everyone around them. So how does it feel when they come back after a year just in time on Christmas?

Steve Rogers:

It felt like a dream when the Captain America finally asked you out, then again when you moved in together and had the life you always dreamed of. He was still involved with the Avengers of course, but he always made sure to make up time for you. So when he was called out for a mission for an unknown time, it was as if a part of you was ripped out. You spend most of your time with him, even if it was just sitting in the same room and enjoying each others company.

He made sure to have the “American dream” : A sweet little house in a good area and good schools of course, if the two of you were to have kids someday. Now it only felt like an empty cold house. When winter came and it got cold you made sure to prepare for Christmas, hanging up all the decorations you could find, and buying one or other cute thing you found on your way through the markets. It did feel a bit more homey but still so lonely.

It was early afternoon and you were just making a batch of cookies. You liked to give out some to the kids, often playing in your drive-in, since it was pretty big and great for running around. The smell was filling the house and you happily hummed along the song that was coming from the radio in the kitchen. As you looked outside the window you had to look twice, because you didn't believe your eyes. Steve Rogers in all his glory was just walking up the driveway, fumbling with the keys and searching for the one fitting for the front door. In the blink of an eye you were running towards the door, throwing it open. He gave you a big smile and came jogging towards you. “Y/N!” He exclaimed and you jumped into his arms, as if your weight was nothing. He spun the two of you around, holding you as close to him as possible. “I didn't think you'd make it.” You said and pressed a kiss onto his lips, he immediately kissed you back, a smile on his face. As he pulled away he also placed you back onto the ground “I promised you, didn´t I?” A quick nod from you confirmed his answer, still you didn't let go of him yet, that was until you could hear the fire alarm going off in your house and your face turned blank. “The cookies!” You almost screamed as you ran back into the house and in the direction of the kitchen.

There wasn't too much smoke yet but it was obviously enough to set the alarm off and you quickly got the burnt goods out of the oven.

With a sigh you placed the tray on the kitchen counter, they weren't black yet but also burnt enough to not be enjoyable anymore. The alarm had been turned off by Steve in the time you were fumbling with the tray and he joined you in the kitchen. “Now I can't even give you a cookie.” You said a bit bummed out but the man was motivated to prove you wrong, reaching for one of the dark cookies. “They're probably alright.” They definitely weren't. You tried swatting his hand away but he wasn't going to let this go. When his significant other made him something then he would eat it! Not only was it more than hot it also sounded like biting a rock when he took a taste. Exhaling with an open mouth trying to cool it off, he looked like a dragon trying to spew fire with all that steam coming out. As the first wave of worry of him burning his face off vanished, a laugh came over you. “That wasn't necessary. '' You said, still giggling but he just waved his hand around, chewing the last bits of that cookie. “It was and it was… an experience.” He answered, trying to find the best set of words to not hurt your feelings.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I'm glad it was at least an experience.” Another giggle followed.

You both decided to bake another batch, since the experience wasn't the best after all and those turned out to look pretty well, decorated with sugary icing and sprinkles in all colors of the rainbow. With those done you settled down to watch a few movies. It turned out to be much better when one of you didn´t know the classics and was just so excited to watch all of them by the end of the holidays. Snuggles inclusive.

#steve rogers #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #avengers fluff #gender neutral y/n #steve rogers x y/n

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wtfhasmy-lifecometo · 2 years

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So, first off, lemme introduce myself.

My name is Kay, at least that’s what I go by, my full name is Mikayla, but I prefer Kay. I tend to have many and I mean MANY hyperfixations on fictional characters, specifically marvel based. Marvel is my area of expertise, well to a degree. I do write for LOTR and Hobbit characters as well! It’s been a hot minute but I believe I can still do well with that field.

I enjoy writing! So please! If you ever have any ideas for the characters listed below from Marvel or LOTR/Hobbit. Please send requests my way! I’m better at writing when I have dreams about specific characters or if someone gives me ideas, because my neurodivergent brain can’t just simply come up with an idea on the spot.

I’ve made a post previously, but like, many many months ago about what I write, but this post will be pinned. I will go over what I write and don’t write again, I only write certain things because others I’m not familiar with writing, that or not comfortable with it.

Current characters that I write for:

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

Tony Stark

Steve Roger’s

Bucky Barnes

Norman Osborn

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Stephen Strange

Otto Octavius

I will eventually add more characters!

LOTR/Hobbit:

Thranduil

Legolas

Lindir

Elrond

Feren

Kili

Fili

Thorin

Tauriel

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Star Wars (Sequels)

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren

(More will be added as I go)

Things I will write:

Fluff

Angst

I will write character x reader relationships, I will write parental figure character x reader, I will write platonic! Character x reader as well!

Things I WON’T write:

NSFW (at least not yet, I’ve never written it, therefore I’m not super familiar with it tbh, eventually I will come around to writing it! Im still starting out!

Incest, I do not condone it

I will not write non-con/rape fics

I won’t write dark fics, unless it is an angst fic. Such as sinister strange, I will write for characters like him as I can write angst fics with him included.

Most of my fics will be gender neutral based! If you want a Fem! Reader or male! reader please lmk

Because I am still relatively new to writing (I’ve only written maybe a maximum of 5? Fics?) if there is any other ideas you guys have that I can add to this post, please let me know! I need feedback! Any type of advice is good, unless it’s crude. If you’re going to be downright mean then don’t bother.

Requests are currently closed! If they are closed, please try to refrain from sending me asks, I will open them once I feel ready to do so. If they’re open, It may take me a few days tops to get to you as I work 5 days a week, but please do not hesitate to send in a request! Xx 😚

—->MasterList <—-

#peter parker x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x reader #norman osborn x reader #otto octavius x reader #bucky barnes x reader #I think I have an issue but that’s okay 👍#lindir x reader #elrond x reader #thranduil imagines

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samsexualdeancurious · 1 year

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Acrophobia

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 1,369

Summary: Steve takes the reader to Coney Island for the first time.

Warnings: Panic attacks, emotional hurt/comfort, gender-neutral reader.

Written for an Angel request.

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Coney Island is quite possibly one of Steve Rogers’ favorite places on Earth. This is pretty common knowledge, you’re sure, especially among the team. He doesn’t go very often, being a pretty busy guy, but when he does, he spends the whole day there to get in as many rides and attractions as possible. You were well aware of Steve’s love of Coney Island long before you started dating, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when he invites you on a day trip to the boardwalk with him. There’s just one problem, though.

You have a fear of heights.

You probably should have just told Steve from the start, you’ll realize later. The morning is spent in Luna Park and the afternoon in Deno. You manage to bow out of the bigger roller coasters, claiming motion sickness - which isn’t a lie. That last spinning ride kicked your ass. You don’t mind waiting for him to ride them, though. He’s having such a good time as he leads you around the parks, telling you stories from his childhood and pointing out things that have somehow survived the decades. His energy is contagious.

“Are you sure you’re having a good time?” Steve asks for the third or fourth time as he meets you by the exit of his latest ride.

“I’m sure,” you tell him, looping your arm through his. “Really. I like just spending time with you, Steve, and I love seeing you happy. Are you having a good time?”

“I am.” He gives your arm a squeeze, flashing a blinding smile in your direction as he leads you to the next ride. “We should probably head back to the Tower soon but I think we have one more ride. This one shouldn’t bother your stomach.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Steve points and your stomach sinks.

“You’re sure?” You do your best to keep the fear out of your voice.

“It’s a classic!” Steve is practically bouncing as you join the line for the Wonder Wheel. “It opened two years after I was born, so it’s almost as old as me.”

You eye the massive structure and, before you can think about what a bad idea the question is, find yourself asking, “How tall is it?”

“150 feet,” Steve answers without hesitation and you sway, a little dizzy at the thought. “The view from the top is incredible.”

It’s growing dark but the lights on the wheel make sure you can see the swinging cars as they shift with the motion of the wheel. Your stomach knots at the thought of being in one of those cars. “We’re going on the stationary side, right?”

Steve loops his arm around your shoulders and squeezes you tight. “Of course. How’s your stomach feeling?”

“Better,” you say even as your stomach twists itself into knots. You can see the cars from here and, thankfully, they’re completely enclosed, so you at least know you can’t just fall out. That’s definitely better than the ferris wheels you’ve seen in movies, with the open seats and single lap bar.

It’s the perfect time of year to be at the park. The lines are shorter than you expected, especially as it gets closer to closing time. The downside of this is that you’re climbing into the car beside Steve far sooner than you would like. As soon as the door is locked behind you, your heart starts racing.

You force yourself to take slow breaths as the ride begins to move. The two of you have the car to yourself, which you’re grateful for as your panic grows with each stop of the ride to let another group of passengers on. Steve has his arm thrown casually across the back of the bench and is pointing things out with his other hand, a welcome distraction but one you know won’t last for long.

You really should have mentioned something to him before now.

Above you, a pair of girls in a swinging car squeal as their car slides along a section of the track that lines the inside of the wheel. Steve chuckles and pulls you closer against his side. His solid warmth is soothing and you definitely feel more secure with his arm around you. The car is moving backwards, so you can’t see much beyond the framework of the wheel unless you turn around.

“Think we can see Avengers Tower from the top?” Steve is asking.

You manage a shrug, staring straight ahead at the swinging car where the girls are screaming again. You’re already halfway up the wheel and already it feels too high. Your chest is tight, your heart pounding so hard you’re sure Steve must be able to feel it where his arm rests against your upper back.

Sure enough, Steve turns a concerned frown to you. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You open your mouth to say yes but the words won’t come out, your lungs unable to draw the air to form them. You feel dizzy and when you shake your head, the movement sends a wave of nausea through you.

Steve turns to face you and brings his hand around to cup your cheek, pulling your eyes to his. “Hey. Hey. Look at me. You need to breathe.”

Your eyes are watering, tears threatening to spill over, and you manage another shake of your head.

“You can do it. C’mon, with me. Can you copy me? In.” Steve draws a big breath. “Out.” He lets it go in a woosh. You manage a small inhale and exhale along with him. “Good, good. You’re doing so good. Again. In.” In. “Out.” Out.

You don’t know how long Steve keeps this up for, his hand on your cheek preventing you from looking anywhere but right into those steady blue eyes. His voice is low and soothing, and his other hand rubs circles on your upper back as your breathing slowly evens out. You still feel nauseous but the dizziness has faded and your heart doesn’t feel like it’s going to burst out of your chest anymore.

“We’re at the bottom again,” Steve finally says and you yank free of his grip, scrambling for the door. The worker who opens it tries to ask if you’re okay but you’re already out the exit, Steve hot on your heels. He catches you hunched over the nearest trash can, body jerking as you try not to lose your dinner. “Y/N, hey. Easy.” When you do manage to straighten up, you find a concerned worker handing Steve a foam cup of water, which he offers to you.

“Thanks,” you murmur, leaning on Steve as you sip the water. It’s ice cold and absolutely perfect.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, pulling you towards a bench to sit. “What happened?”

Your cheeks burn even as you let him surround you with his warm embrace. He smells like aftershave, leather, and a bit like sweat. It’s soothing and as you draw in deep breaths, you know you need to tell him the truth.

“I have acrophobia,” you murmur, for his ears only.

“The fear of heights?” One huge hand curls around the back of your head, fingertips scratching gently at your scalp. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You can’t look him in the eye as you shrug. “You were so excited. I just… I wanted you to have a good day. I thought I’d be okay.”

“Y/N.” Steve presses a kiss to your temple. “Just being with you makes any day a good day. You don’t need to pretend to like something just because I do.”

“You were having such a good time…”

“Because I’m with you.” He puts a hand under your chin, lifting your eyes to his. “Because I like you exactly the way you are, as a unique person with wants and loves and fears. It’s okay to not enjoy something I like, especially if you’re afraid.” He kisses you softly. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you answer honestly.

“Good.” He tosses your empty cup in the trash can and pulls you to you free. “C’mon. I’m going to win you one of those giant teddy bears before we go.”

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#my writing #marvel #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader

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daring-the-devil · 2 years

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my fic requests are open!

i’m taking requests for x reader fics. i’m just getting into it and i’m still figuring it out and i’m definitely excited to do more! i mainly want to write for matt murdock but i have a few other characters/fandoms i’ll write for in my guidelines (see below!). i may end up cross-posting some of these on my ao3 as well!

my tumblr masterlist is here, but if you want to be updated on fics as i post them, follow my library @ellie-writes-fics and turn on post notifications.

main characters i write for:

matt murdock

frank castle

bucky barnes

peter parker (TASM or MCU)

sam wilson

daisy johnson

steve rogers

dinah madani

natasha romanoff

din djarin

steve harrington

robin buckley

eddie munson

fandoms i write for:

the MCU (including the TV shows that used to be on netflix)

stranger things

live-action star wars

general guidelines:

what i’m most interested in writing:

hurt/comfort

fluff

angst

what i won’t write:

non-con/dub-con

dark!fics

dd/lg or age-play relationships

incest (even if the characters are not blood-related)

anything hateful towards any particular group of people

in general, i will be refusing to answer requests that i am not comfortable writing

additional suggestions

you’re more than welcome to request specific pronouns for the reader! in general, i try to remain gender-neutral with pronouns and avoid the use of the Y/N or Y/L/N name tags, but if you would something different, do not hesitate to specify. this is a safe space for queer people (i myself am queer!) so i’ll change my usual writing style if that will help you feel more comfortable with what i write for your request! 💜

also, if you want to suggest a song for me to use as a prompt, go ahead! idk if anyone will do this but i love writing fics inspired by music and i’m totally down to write for a song of your choice lol

#fanfiction #fanfiction request #fanfic request #fanfiction writer #fanfic writer #fanfic #fandom #writer #x reader #matt murdock #frank castle #bucky barnes #matt murdock x reader #frank castle x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Hi everyone! So I decided to make a post with guidelines on sending in requests, these are specific to me and my writing so please go through them carefully before sending in a request.

Requests are closed

Pending Req:

Loki x 2

Bucky x 1

Masterlist

Common Questions You May Have:

Q. Which Characters Do I Write For Or Will Be Comfortable Writing?

A. Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Loki, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, TASM!Peter Parker; Non-Marvel: Nick Fowler, Max Burnett, Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen

Q. How Long Does It Take You To Answer Requests?

A. It’s variable, based on a few things.

One, do I have a writer’s block?

Two, Is it a drabble-ish request or a full blown one shot or longer fic?

Three, Maybe you requested something drabble-ish but my writing brain said no this will turn into more than 1K and beyond.

So in conclusion, there isn’t a fixed timeline, please be patient. I have things going on irl and as much as i love writing sometimes the pressure of giving something perfect to the requester gets the best of me

Q. Can You Request Something Smutty or Dark?

A. Yes ofcourse! But please note you need to be above 18 years to request, interact with the dark or smut material or read it. Your media consumption is your responsibility I will not be held responsible if you ignore the warnings placed before each work begins. They are in place to help you accept or reject reading a work presented to you. This type of request from anon blogs will be deleted.

Q. What Will I Not Write About Ever?

A. Eating Disorders, Self Harm, Complete Non Con, Scat, Piss Play. Incase there is something not listed here and you want to make sure please send an ask to confirm before sending in a request. Some topics may be heavy for me to even consider writing so please be mindful.

Q. What Pairings Do You Write For?

A. I write mostly character x female reader and character x plus size female reader, i have written for character x gender neutral readers as well.

Q. Can You Send Me Funny Memes Or Pictures Or Song Recs Or Videos?

Yes!!! I'd love to talk and share memes and have a laugh! Send them in!

#frostironfudge #rules for requests

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violetsreadinglist · 2 years

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Guidelines for Fic Submissions/Recommendations

First things first, welcome and thank you for checking out my guidelines before sending me a fic! Your considerateness is greatly appreciated.

Secondly, and on a more serious note, I am unapologetically very particular about the fics that I read; everybody has their preferences and I respect that, so please respect mine. That being said, I will operate on the second chance policy: after two submissions which violate my guidelines, you will be blocked. I made this blog for fun, both for myself and for others, thus any blatant or negligent violation of my guidelines will not be tolerated. You have been warned.

Lastly, I am not condemning anyone for their preferences; however, there are things I will not tolerate on this blog because, as I stated before, this is my space, a safe space. What you do with your own blog is your space and your business, but this is mine, so please afford me that same respect.

Now that that's settled, here are my guidelines:

Characters I read for: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Loki Laufeyson, Stephen Strange, and Clint Barton (sometimes).

I prefer fics with a female!reader, but I do read gender neutral fics (though usually without they/them pronouns because I find it to be grammatically confusing).

I will read fics with smut in them, but I do not read, or recommend, smutty fics. Yes, there is a difference. In the former, smut can be a useful tool for plot or character development/demonstration, that is part of a larger story and reveals aspects of the characters the reader wouldn’t see otherwise. In the latter, smut is the story, and that’s not my vibe.

I will NOT read, nor accept:

Smutty fics, i.e. fics that are story’s about smut/sex, as stated above.

ship fics (though, I don't mind if there is a character pairing --straight or otherwise-- in the fic besides the character x reader pairing. This is just personal preference; I have my OTPs.)

polyamory

fem x fem!reader

RP (real person) Fics

And I absolutely will NOT read or accept DARK FICS: this is a highly triggering genre for anyone that has suffered mental/emotional, sexual, and/or physical abuse, and will not be allowed here. Please be respectful of others' trauma.

If you have any questions, please feel free to shoot me an ask.

#violets posts #mcu fic recs #fic recs

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provokedgoalie · 3 years

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fandom: marvel cinematic universe

pairing: dark!doctor!steve rogers x patient!reader

warnings: use of a needle, threat of violence, a lame joke at an inappropriate time 🙄

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“tell me why I shouldn't carve up this beautiful face of yours, sweetheart?” dr. rogers inquired, the blade of his scalpel glinted in the harsh fluorescent light.

you thrashed wildly in his hold; a latex covered hand pressed against your mouth to conceal your screams.

“stop moving or I will cut out your tongue and force it down your throat!” he threatened with a sneer.

your eyes grew wide as saucers, panic began to settle in your chest – the tremors in your hands a stark contrast to the doctor's steady and precise ones.

“now, I'm going to remove my hand,” he instructed, as if speaking to a startled child, “and when I do, you better not try anything funny. nod if you understand.”

you lock eyes with him and bobbed your head in response. “excellent.”

he cautiously removed his hand, trepidation swirling in his steel blue eyes.

once you had the notion that you were free of his scrutiny, you made a run for it and wailed, “somebody, help me!”

clenched fists banged in synchrony on the solid, steel door; echoes reverberated in the room, your futile efforts traveling back to your ears.

“the one thing I tell you not to do, and you have the nerve to do it anyway.” he tuts behind you. you glance over your shoulder to see him stalking towards you, one arm hidden behind his back.

“I didn't plan on doing this yet,” he sighed, as if this whole thing was a mere inconvenience, “but I can't have you running away from me and ruining my plans.”

“wha-” the words died on your lips; it happened in a blur – a sting, where your shoulder and neck meet, began to blossom, and your vision grew hazy.

breathing proved difficult and your speech slurred, tumbling over each other as they tried to make sense.

you felt the world tip over, but before you could hit the ground, sturdy arms caught you around the waist.

“there you go, I gotcha,” dr. rogers exclaimed, “you're in good hands.”

the last thing you sensed before you went under was the soft press of his lips against your forehead.

“a kiss to make the pain go away, doctor's orders.”

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supernatrualqueen · 2 years

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Ask me stuff, I wanna write things you wanna read, send me ask anonymously if you want i write for

Jjk

Demon slayer

Mha

Haikyuu

Actors and Actress

Marvel

Supernatural

Teen wolf

Slashers

The boy

American horror story

Some people from AOT

Mafia au's

Villain au's

Sfw

nsfw

Fluff

Ill try angst

Lemme know if you want something wrote please im giving you peeps permission to absolutely blow my phone up 😭😭

Okay i couldn't figure out how to make a masterlist yet so i taged all the fics i wrote like this # characternameSPNQ

Wink wonk SPNQ out!

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boop-le-snoot · 2 years

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⚡ Welcome to Bun's Cockstop! This is a place where I thirst over cute dirty old men! Most of my works can also be found on AO3 (here). This is my taglist!

⚡ My name is Bun/Bunny. I am a slavic/baltic afab agender queer gremlin and I go by any pronouns, however most of my writing caters to people who use she/her pronouns and possess afab body parts. I do take requests for nb/male reader stories & I have no problems with using neopronouns as well.

⚡ I do not write RPF (real person fiction). That said, any kind of drama mongering, moral policing and other purity culture bullshit is not welcome on my blog. At best, I will block you; if you annoy me enough, I just might be inclined to prove your opinion wrong (with citations).

⚡ I am pro-ship, pro-dark!fic, I think sex work is work, I don't support communism (and Russia! seriously, GTFO), I believe Johnny Depp and I support the death penalty for crimes against children. If you find yourself wanting to argue w/me about these topics, don't waste our time and block me.

⚡ I communicate in English and Russian and understand several more assorted languages. Don't be shy and say hello 😌 This is my Spotify, and this is what I look like! <3

⚡ My blog is meant for an adult audience. It will contain topics such as sex and various kinks, drugs, trauma, queer stuff and lots of rock-'n'-roll. All the things I post are tagged accordingly, therefore it is your responsibility to block the tags/blacklist the content you do not wish to see. You choose the content you consume & I am not here to babysit.

⚡ this is a post of marvel author recommendations, tony-stephen-bruce heavy

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⚡ masterlist below spoiler ⚡ stories marked with an asterisk* contain adult content ⚡

⚡ multichapter fics ⚡

party favours | tony stark x bruce banner x stephen strange x reader ot4) | explicit | ~120k words | completed

practical alchemy | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus until spring)

⚡one-shots⚡

helmut zemo | marmalade taffy* |

sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |

loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader) |

natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |

wanda maximoff | caught |

bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |

thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |

otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |

steve rogers | it drives me wild* |

⚡ blurb series ⚡

daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |

#marvel fanfiction #marvel masterlist #mcu masterlist #mcu fanfiction #tony stark x reader #stephen strange x reader #otto octavius x reader #bruce banner x reader #sam wilson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #helmut zemo x reader #loki x reader #thor x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bun writes

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Y’ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS—IT’S SPOOKY TIME. I’ve been planning my winter challenge for MONTHS and the time is finally upon us. Spooky season! Now y’all know I’m a slut for monsterfucking and horror, so without further ado, I present to you:

Bones Spooktacular Smutfest! Running from 9/03-12/31

Our goal here is to sit right on that knife’s edge between horny and horror! I wanna see drama, angst, smut, dark—any and all tropes are welcome, but I reserve the right not to read or reblog any work I find harmful or offensive. I will ask that no: DDLG, Scat/Toilet play, snuff, necrophilia, or Bestiality be submitted, though Monsterfucking is accepted and encouraged 😂

Challenge Masterlist Here

Onto the rules!!

1. you MUST be 18 or older to participate in this challenge. If not, I will be blocking you.

2. Your story must have a clear and present horror theme, even if it’s comedic or not scary. Meaning, it has to involve some sort of horror trope, even if it’s written in a way that isn’t meant to terrify! You do not have to choose one of the prompts, but please be aware that if the horror theme isn’t present, your fic won’t qualify! this is the only rule i’m gonna be a semi-hard-ass about, ngl

3. Submissions MUST be clearly tagged and warned appropriately, and you can tag me in your entry, as well as using the tag #SpooktacularSmutfest21.

4. You don’t have to use one of the horror tropes I’ve already picked! Feel free to come up with your own, they’re just thematic suggestions! If you have your own favorite horror tropes, please go ahead and use them.

5. Each writer can submit up to 3 stories! There is no minimum or maximum length, but PLEASE put your story under a cut after 500 words.

6. Original works, please! I would prefer if your work was expressly for this challenge!

7. You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it would be cool if you did!

Associated Playlist

8. Have fun!!! I wanted this challenge to be fun and interesting, so if it isn’t sparking joy, it’s okay to sit this one out!

9. (added for clarity) this is an x Reader challenge, but I'd like to keep it inclusive--female, gender neutral, male, nonbinary, trans, nonwhite/woc readers all welcome!!

Here is a list of horror themes/tropes to choose from, as well a wheel to spin if you want to randomize it:

- Haunted House

- Cursed Item

- Cabin in the woods

- Haunted Picture

- Demonic Possession

- Family Curse

- Slasher

- Zombies

- Witch's Curse

- Awakening an ancient entity

- Freakshow

- There’s something in the water

- Amnesia

- Bitten

- Angry old gods

- There is something in the woods and it is old and hungry

- Don’t go in the basement

- Home alone

- Last two people on Earth / Almost no people on Earth

- Changeling

- Cult

- Ouija board/Silly game that actually calls something

- Mirror

- Deal with the devil

- You’re entity haunting someone else

Characters Accepted: (Also here’s a wheel, for funsies)

-Steve Rogers

-Ransom Drysdale

-Andy Barber

-Jake Jensen

-Bucky Barnes

-Lee Bodecker

-Sam Wilson

-Thor Odinson

-Loki Laufeyson

-Natasha Romanov

-Wanda Maximoff

-Eddie Brock

- If they’re not here, feel free to send me an ask, and I’ll let you know!!

Quote prompts: (if it’s multiple lines of dialogue, it’s totally okay to split them up, just indicate where they’re being used!)

- “You have to be happy. You have to smile.” “Why?” “Because he knows when you’re not.”

- “Oh, thank God! Please, help—” “I wouldn’t be thankin’ God, sweetheart. Not just yet.”

- “Are you gonna cry for me? Tastes so much fuckin’ sweeter when you cry.”

- “It’s right behind us! And that lock isn’t gonna do shit!”

- “Have you seen out there? It’s like hell!” “How long till in here’s like hell too?”

- “It was just a game! It wasn’t supposed to fucking work!”

- “Are you scared?” “Yes.” “Good, you should be.”

- “I want to go home… but I know there’s nothing to go back to.”

- “How can you not see it?” “See what? There’s nothing there!” “It’s standing right behind you…!”

- “I saw your mother.” “My mother’s dead.” “…I know.”

- “I can’t run anymore. There isn’t anywhere to run to.”

- “I just don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

- “You. This is your fault! None of this would have happened if it weren’t for you!”

- “I… it bit me.” “Fuck.” “Yeah.”

- “It should be you. I wanted it to be you.”

- “Help! I’m, I’m stuck down here!” “I know, sweetheart. I dug the pit.”

- “Why are you doing this?” “Because I want to. Because I can.”

- “It’s inside me.”

- “It’s all relative, isn’t it? Good. Evil. Fuck, I need a drink.”

- “Are we dead?” “Fuck if I know.”

- “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The pain only lasts a little while.”

and last but not least, tagging a few users I think might be interested in this challenge, but absolutely no pressure to participate or anything:

@jtargaryen18 @angrythingstarlight @syntheticavenger @punemy-spotted @thedarkplume @caffiend-queen @stargazingfangirl18 @cockslut-padalecki @darksideofthecocoamoon @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @lokislastlove @plastic-heart @kleohoneyao3 @sapphirescrolls @gotnofucks @xxindiglow @twjournals @geminixevans @afriendlyblackhottie @clints-lucky-arrow @brandycranby @dreamlessinparis @cherienymphe @rosethornash @slothspaghettiwrites @slyyywriting @sweeterthanthis @sweetlyscared @avintagekiss24

#writing challenge #horror #fanfiction #mcu fic #mcu imagines #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #Jake Jensen #Sam Wilson #Lee Bodecker #Andy Barber #Ransom Drysdale

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