#gotg x male reader

[weyirn]

You could make headcanons for Peter Quill dating a human who was kidnapped from Earth by aliens and rescued by him.

Peter Quill x Male!Reader

Peter Rescuing You (+Aftermath) Headcanons

✨️You weren't the only one who was abducted; you were in a group among other victims that have been taken away from their homes. For some reason, seeing someone, a human, was able to calm you down just a bit; the amount of aliens and other creatures you've never seen along with being taken from your home was terrifying for you.

✨️You're probably one of the few people who Peter really relates to. There are times where the both of you talk about your experiences back on Earth, as well as being kidnapped and what your lives were like afterward.

✨️He helps you get used to the aliens and creatures, especially the Gaurdians. It took you a while to get used to everything, being away from Earth and all; you already had a fear of aliens and creatures out of this world due to your abduction.

✨️You usually spend your time on Knowhere, and Peter visits you whenever he gets the chance. He misses you dearly when he's away, so he makes sure to make the best out of it whenever he's with you.

✨️He's so protective of you to a point where others may find it annoying or even overbearing. He's told to give you a chance to breathe, but he can't help but be worried about you, so he'll do anything he can to make sure you're not in danger.

✨️Peter is hesitant on taking you on his ship during missions, but he shows you around sometimes in his free time. He likes to show you the different gadgets he has and feels proud of himself when he sees how impressed you are.

✨️He loves to show you his music playlist, or better yet, listen to it with you. The two of you just hold hands while listening to music and looking at the stars.

✨️He comforts you when you have nightmares about being abducted; he may not be the best at comfort, but he does try and hold you to let you know that he's here for you.

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[extra-unknown-nation]

'He Likes You'

Peter Quill x Male!Reader Word Count: 0.9k

Summary: After you had a bad day, Peter comes to check on you, for reasons he keeps hidden.

A/N: Just got back from seeing GOTG3 and needed to write about this man asap! This is pretty short but, hope you like! (Also I don't own this GIF)

You were sat comfortably outside the bar, drinking away at the weird beverage you had taken from the fridge just inside. It's strange, texture made you shiver but brought you slight relief after just getting done helping Nebula with supplies. She was tough to read, and quite harsh with her words; as if the day hadn't been awful already, Nebula treating you like an after thought made it worse.

Sighing you take another swing of your drink, placing it just beside your hips as you gaze around. As per usual Knowhere was busy, with people going about their duties to keep the place bustling, some like you, were just relaxing and enjoying their day. Well, you tried to at least but things just weren't working out for you.

You thought hard, a little too hard about your worth, feeling as though you didn't belong there, that is until you were startled by a hand grasping at your shoulder. Looking up, you make eye contact with the man; your eyes widening as you realized it was Peter.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and causing a shiver to run up your spine.

You quickly stand up, gripping your bottle and wiping away the frown on your face, "Hey Pete, what's up?"

"Nothing, just checking in on you," he replies, watching as your shoulders tense up. "Heard about how you stormed off from the lift off zone, I just....wanna make sure you're good."

A scoff escaped your lips as you look down at your half empty bottle, Peter's concern for you always seemed to bring you some warmth in times of distress. Even as something as small as this, you couldn't help smirking, "Yeah, got scolded by one of your friends is all."

His brow rose, "Wait who, was it Nebula?"

You nodded, pursing your lips in shame.

"Sorry about her, she's been rough on everyone today. I can go talk to her, I think she's still at the ship." Peter begins to ramble, taking a few steps back as if he would go to retrieve her.

You didn't want him to go though, "Peter..."

He didn't listen, continuing to speak, "I promise you by the next few days she'll be-." Peter suddenly stopped as he felt your hands wrap comfortably around his wrist; preventing him from stepping away.

You both exchanged looks, your eyes filled with a need for him to stay while his brighten at the feeling of your hand around his.

You quickly noticed yourself lingering too long with his hand, pulling back before quickly apologizing.

Peter shook his head, "It's fine." Deep down though it wasn't, he wanted you to touch him again just like that, to feel the butterflies he'd get all the times you two would accidentally brush up against each other. Just thinking about it made his stomach flutter.

"Umm..." is all you could mutter, as the two of you remained awkwardly looking at each other; waiting for the other to say something to break the silence.

Luckily there was someone, somebody that wasn't even apart of the conversation, Drax.

"Kiss him, Quill." The deep, burly voice cause you two to snap your gazes to the side, where Drax was nonchalantly staring at you both.

"Drax! Why are you not at the ship with the others?"

Drax explains, "I got bored, and plus Mantis told me to follow you just in case you finally reveal how much you like-"

Peter chimes in before Drax could finish, "No, no, no, no, okay. I need you to help unpack things with Mantis on the ship alright? You're the strongest on the team, she can't do all the work alone."

"You gonna tell him first?"

"Tell me what?" You questioned.

"He likes you."

"Drax!"

"What it's true?!"

Peter rolls his eyes, "Oh my...Drax get back to the ship, now!"

Drax listens this time watching your surprised expression as he began to walk away, turning occasionally to see if Peter would make any moves.

As he disappeared behind a building, Peter turns back to you, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry about him, he's a-little...you know," Peter drew circles around the side of his head, indicating Drax's stupidity.

You played along with Peter, trying to hide your smile, "No I get it."

Peter scoffed, "I should probably make sure my team isn't causing a ruckus, huh?"

Although you didn't want him to leave, at least this time he had a better reason to do so. You nodded, your lips twitching at Drax's previous remarks. 'He likes you'. Was that honestly the truth? You liked Peter, but you weren't sure if he had similar feelings, not until now. His defensive comments, and his friends ratting him out proved he was interested in you.

"Can I...get a hug first,” he asked, his face expressing fear of denial. You weren't the kind of person to harshly turn down something, but the thought still crossed Quill's mind.

You shrugged, willing to take up his offer. You closed the gap between him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, carefully to prevent the glass in your hand from hitting his head. Peter pulls you in, his hands resting in the small of your back.

He was so warm, you could just sink into his embrace and never wanna let up. You wished the two of you could just be still, and enjoy each others company for as long as possible. The thought of having to let go, to let yourself be release from his grasp was something you tried blocking out.

For now, you would appreciate the moment, knowing that things between the two of you would likely to shift going forward.

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[mackjlee9]

Adam Warlock x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

I tried okay- it's been a while since I've written an actual smut

Masterlist.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3

Requested by sal the mon on Quotev.

Well, this is not how the Guardians' trip to Earth was supposed to go.

Out of everyone, (M/n) was the only one who was reluctant to sleep over at the Quill Residence, so he decided to sleep in his small room in the Bowie, they weren't gonna stay around for too long anyway so he didn't mind staying in the ship.

He thought he was gonna be the only one on the ship, until Adam came up to him silently as he made his way out of the house, "Need anything, Adam?"

The golden boy looked up from the ground at (M/n), and shook his head.

"I lost rock, paper, scissors for one of the rooms," the way he seemed defeated about not being able to stay in Peter's home almost made (M/n) laugh, but he simply smiled and continued walking around the back of the house, toward the backyard where the Bowie was.

He yawned as the ramp lowered, and they made their way inside, closing up again once they were inside.

"Well..." (M/n) yawned again, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the ship, the sound of metal filling their ears, "I'm going to bed, good night," his wrist got grabbed before he could walk inside his room, and he looked back, seeing Adam standing there, "What?" He asked quietly, feeling quite a bit flustered and hot with Adam so close to him.

"I'm not tired yet," for a moment, (M/n) was about to ask how the fuck was he not tired with all they did during the day, he was literally about to collapse from exhaustion, until he remembered that Adam was a Sovereign, and that was what he needed to think of to make him sigh.

"Fine," he opened his room door and took swift steps toward the electronic device that could easily be an iPad made by humans and he handed it to Adam, "This app," he pressed on the screen, and the app took a few seconds to load, "Has movies and series to watch, you can have it for tonight, and don't break it."

Adam scrolled down the app, reading the title of every cover that caught his eye, he was quite interested in all of it.

"Good night, Adam," he looked up and smiled at (M/n), mumbling a 'good night' back before making his way to his own room.

//////

Despite being exhausted, (M/n) had a hard time falling asleep, every time he closed his eyes, the image of a shirtless -and practically naked- Adam would fill his mind, making him groan and sigh as he felt hot and bothered, like really mad at his subconscious for constantly bringing that memory back whenever he got distracted.

Everyone back in Knowhere was so painfully aware of the hugely obvious crush (M/n) had on Adam, except for Adam himself, and (M/n) was too much of a coward to say anything.

Turning face up on his bed, he dropped his arm over his eyes and sighed, deciding to just ignore the memory to the best of his ability. Eventually, he will fall asleep, even if it takes a while for his brain to shut off for a few hours.

And it's only been roughly two hours later that Adam came out of his room, feeling his body tingly and warm, covered in goosebumps due to the involuntary shivers he felt whenever the scene played back in his mind.

He had a faint feeling that he was watching something he wasn't entirely sure he should, but he did anyway, intrigued by the cover and title. He should've known better.

Adam gripped the device in his hands, careful not to break it, as (M/n) had requested of him, and he took quiet steps toward the (h/c) haired male's room, his mind foggy and numb as a particular image flashed past. He shook his head when he arrived at (M/n)'s door, and slowly reached to open it.

As expected, the room was quiet, seeing as (M/n) was fast asleep, and Adam sighed in relief, he didn't know why he was relieved but he was, and made his way inside, careful to not make loud noises that could potentially wake (M/n) up. He placed the device down on his desk, and turned around to leave, until he heard a quiet sound coming from him.

Adam turned to look at (M/n) who had started squirming on the bed, the low brightness of the hallway light was enough to provide a good look at him, and Adam noticed a rather prominent bulge in (M/n)'s pants.

For a moment, all Adam could do was stare, feeling his mouth watering as his mind got plagued with sinful images, those he had just watched but slightly different. They weren't of a man and woman, they were replaced by an image them, (M/n) and Adam.

And he couldn't hold himself back.

//////

A deep frown marked (M/n)'s face, his jaw clenched as muffled groans filled the room, mixing with a constant and wet gawk sound.

His body shook hard enough to make him open his eyes, taking ragged breaths in as he felt like the room was spinning. (M/n) sighed, assuming he simply had a bad dream, but he knew that wasn't it, he probably had the hottest dream he'd ever had in years, and Adam was the cause and protagonist of said dream.

He would've gone back to sleep if it wasn't for a particular feeling on his lower regions, and when he looked down, he swore he could've cum right then and there, and he wasn't far from it.

Whether this was another dream or not, he didn't care, Adam was giving him probably the best head he's ever had -not that he had many, to begin with- but, fuck... he was really good with his mouth, holy-

"Fuck..." (M/n) observed with half-lidded eyes how Adam's hips were grinding down on his bed, his gold eyes closed as he whined needy around his cock.

Adam seemed to be enjoying this just as much as (M/n) was, perhaps even more.

His hands reached down to hold onto Adam's blond locks, pulling on them a little roughly as he started thrusting his hips up, listening to the wet sounds of him taking his cock deep down his throat. Adam's eyes opened, and he looked up at (M/n) through his glossy sight, feeling his dick leaking and throbbing inside his underwear.

"You're mouth feels... So good, Adam, fuck... I'm gonna cum," the Sovereign whined louder, trying to nod while his mouth was still being used, his whole body trembling at the thought of feeling (M/n)'s cum spill in his mouth and slide down his throat.

Groans and heavy breaths left (M/n)'s lips as he approached his orgasm, pulling Adam's hair as he kept his head pressed as close as it could be, releasing a loud moan as his cock twitched, thick ropes of warm cum spilling out of his slit.

He watched with a heavy stare how Adam's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hands held tightly onto his thighs, making sure to take every single drop of his cum.

(M/n)'s breath was ragged but it was going back to normal, simply assuming this whole thing would end there, but it didn't. It won't be ending now.

Adam slowly pulled away and licked his lips before taking a deep breath, "(M/n)...?" He let out a quiet 'hm?' in response, "Can I... Do something?"

His was clouded by the post-orgasm bliss, so he was feeling pretty complacent, giving a few slow nods to Adam's question.

He knelt on the bed and simply tore his clothes off of his body, making (M/n)'s eyes widen at the sight of Adam's naked body. Oh, the things I would do to him...

(M/n) watched attentively how Adam straddled his hips, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of (M/n)'s cock getting hard under him, and he took a deep breath. He didn't know what Adam wanted to do, but he was expecting to see him slowly taking his cock inside him.

A choked moan escaped Adam's mouth, his hands placing themselves on (M/n)'s chest, tugging on the fabric of his shirt, releasing a high-pitched whimper, "So big, I... I feel so f-full..."

(M/n)'s teeth gritted, his hands reaching to hold Adam's hips harshly, feeling his mind going numb at how tight and warm Adam felt around his sensitive cock, "Oh my fucking..." He mumbled to himself, struggling to keep his eyes open, just to be able to see every little detail on Adam's expression.

They made eye contact when Adam looked down at him, tears sliding down his gold skin, which had turned some kind of copper colour over his cheeks and nose, giving the appearance of a rather cute blush.

"(M/n)..." Adam's voice was quiet and whiny, leaning down closer until their breaths were mixing, "I..."

He got interrupted by the feeling of (M/n)'s lips pressed against his, muffling his whimpers as he felt his hips being lifted and slowly lowered again. The movement made a shiver run down his spine at how he got filled up again.

At that point, Adam didn't care if (M/n) was gonna use his body like a toy, even more so at the realization that Adam's buffer and bigger body meant nothing with how easily was able to manhandle him. He loved it, and he never wanted it to end.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Almost Lost You

Fem!Star Lord x Male Reader

It was a mission gone south. The forces had overwhelmed the Guardians. if it wasn’t for the fast thinking of Rocket and Lylla, then all would’ve been lost. Groot piloted the Bowie around for a quick evacuation. You and Penni Quill were working cover fire to get the rest of the team back to the ship safely.

Then came the shot, one aimed directly for your Star Lady. A direct hit that would’ve pierced her heart. You dove in front of the blast, shielding your girl.

“Penni!” you cried out as you tackled her, the blast searing your suit and flesh. You screamed in anguish as you hit the ground.

“No! No! No!!” Penni screamed, seeing you lying on the ground in a near death state. She unleashed a barrage of blasts at the enemy as Groot ran out and picked you up, the tree being wasn’t about to lose the closest figure he had to a father. Penni continued firing into the ever building smoke, anything to get back at whoever shot her lover.

“Quill?!” Rocket called out, “Penni come on!!!”

Lylla pulled at her captain, “Quill, Y/N is no good if you die!”

Quill retreated aboard the Bowie as Nebula piloted the ship into deep space.

Groot lays you down on the medic bay bed, your heart beat measuring extremely low. Drax preps a couple blankets.

“Don’t you dare leave me” Quill practically orders you as she preps a medi-pad. Mantis works fast, easing your barely registering brain into a sense of ease. She tries to fight back her own tears.

“Please baby, I need you” Quill cries as she hits the button on the medi-pad. It jolts you. Your breathing evens out and yet you remain asleep.

“Y/N? Baby?!” Quill tries to keep herself from screaming.

“He’s stable” Rocket reassures her. Lylla puts a gentle otter paw on Star Lady.

“His mind is okay” Mantis offers a gentle smile.

“I’m glad I didn’t have to give him my people’s burial rights” Drax mentions, “although fire is quite cleansing”

“Thanks Drax, I think” Penni gives the grey and red warrior a pat on the back.

“I am Groot” Groot says as he picks you up and takes you to yours and Penni’s room.

“Groot’s right. He needs to rest” Nebula mutters, actually happy that you were okay. You kept Penni more calm and level headed.

You wake up in your bed, Penni clinging tightly to you. Your mind wanders as to how you ended up back on the ship. You turn to your lady, her sleeping eyes telling of all her worry and anguish. The slight mascara she wore, having run down her face due to her own tears.

You pull her close and kiss her forehead, Penni stirs at the feeling of your touch.

“Penni? Baby?” you weakly whisper to her. Your Star Lady looks immediately to you.

She immediately pulls you into a desperate kiss, clinging to you for dear life. She pulls back, staring into your eyes, just hoping that this isn’t a dream. Penni then smacks you in the arm.

“uh ow!” you say a little sarcastically. “why?”

“you idiot! you could’ve died!” Penni argues. “I’m nothing without you”

“well i’m nothing without you” you counter. “what’s Goose without Maverick?”

“well what’s Baby without Johnny Castle?”

You smirk, gently combing your fingers through her beach blonde locks, “You calling me sexy?”

“so what if I am?” Penni bats her eyes at you, “just kiss me already”

You gently take ahold of Penni’s chin and pull her into a kiss, she wraps her arms around your neck, deepening the kiss.

You and Penni stayed in your quarters all the way back to Knowhere. The team was so excited to see you back on your feet.

Penni almost lost you that day, but you’d never leave her. She was your Star Lady and you were her man. The man she could always count on to listen to her awesome mix with, the one who would protect her and comfort her. Good thing love is a two way street.

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[aliasrocket]

Re: your Rocket x fox/fox hybrid reader post

I've never written that specifically, so I can't speak for anyone who has, but as someone in the process of writing a fic where Rocket is paired up with an alien that has a mixture of animal characteristics, I personally gave the character those to make them a little more exciting and alien. I still love reading about people's gotg stories and characters/readers portrayed as human or human adjacent, no hate to them, but my personal thought process was, there's a whole galaxy to explore, why not give the character readers are inserting themselves into some inhuman ability or characteristic while keeping their personality as something you could still find in an everyday person.

I mean, as much as I love our collective angsty babygirl, Rocket, a talking cybernetically enhanced raccoon is pretty fantastical. And myself as a Rocket angst enjoyer and having read and loved your therapy fic, I agree that lots of people are probably drawn to the relatability of his mental issues. So, in my opinion, it seems fun to play with a reader character in a similar vein of fantastical yet relatable.

Thanks for sending this ask in and to everyone who responded to that small post asking about the whole fox reader ideal. I got new perspectives that genuinely helped me understand why people enjoy it.

Actually this is something I’ve kinda wanted to talk about fro a while but never really had the means to. And hey, this blog has expressed a wide range of opinions regarding Rocket, so why not?

DISCLAIMER : I will still remind everyone that this is me just sharing MY opinion because I love talking to you guys and sharing our different perspectives. This is not a means to change people’s minds but more so to give a (probably) new perspective to this topic.

I have thought about that for a long time, how complicated reader inserts actually are. They seem like a very simple concept at first but when you’re in fanfic and you have to write a reader insert with a fixed story with a canon character, there important things to consider.

I’m creating headings as I go because I realized my points get rather elaborate and I want you guys to be able to read this post easier.

One. It’s not actually the reader.

The reason they’re called the reader is because you, you reading this, are reading the fic. Nevermind that there are others reading it too. It was made for you, because you came here to imagine being with this character you adore.

And it as much as it may suck, especially for Rocket enjoyers, we aren’t any other species but human. We don’t have wings, we aren’t born with powers or enhanced strength.

But that’s exactly what I love about reader inserts. Even if you are vastly different from the world you’re inserting yourself to, you find a way to insert yourself without having to change what you are. You don’t have to change yourself to be loved by your favorite cast of characters. That, in my opinion, is what fanfic is for.

(But character x nb/trans/male/female/queer/genderqueer/readers or anything of the sort are NOT included in this topic because some of us are actually one of the above, where as none of us are alien/foxes/animals. Probably.)

So, I can’t imagine myself making fox reader fics or even making reader insert fics where the reader is from some other planet because that is no longer me. (I understand that even if the reader is human it technically still isn’t me but we’ll get to that in point two.)

I believe my mindset on this is also influenced by the fact that I want to be a published author later on in my life and I think that if you want to explore other galaxies and other powers and abilities that other lifeforms can have, you can more comfortably do it by making an original character altogether.

my personal alternative : original characters.

Yes, there is stigma around it, but a lot of people have pulled this off well and surprisingly enough, I’m not gonna lie, a lot of the OCs people ship with Rocket are fairly well written. Even the designs are so well put together and blend it perfectly with the gotg universe!

Speaking from experience, it is much easier expanding on those explorations on a character you make rather than an insert because you can make the character your own. Self inserts have to be more general to be able to relate other readers. Yes, you are your own audience. But most of us publish fanfic. To some degree, we do cater to other people as well.

Two. Even then, it is distant.

Even when the reader is human, no amount of generalizing is going to take away the fact that this person probably isn’t like you, even when they are meant to be you.

What I mean by this is that majority of the time, the way the reader acts or thinks or speaks in the fic is probably not the way you would specifically. Some readers in fics are shy, but you could be someone who openly flirts with people you’re interested in. Some readers are sarcastic and blunt but you might prefer to spare people the trouble. You get my point.

This related back to point one in the sense that, writing a reader insert is already in itself distant enough and I think making them a different species is just going to make the reader in the fic even more distant from the actual person reading your fic. The same goes for giving the reader specific abilities or talents and what not.

Conclusion.

In any case, as mentioned previously I still see the appeal in writing readers in a fantastical way because that is also what fiction is for—exploration of the things we cannot normally explore in real life.

And anyway just because I think this way doesn’t mean I don’t read reader inserts like the ones you mentioned because there are a lot of those going around both on ao3 and on tumblr. It’s just a personal preference that I stick to when I write.

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[genjilvr]

realized i forgot to make my intro post auagauh..

HELLO !!

I’m Mari, but please call me Mar or Ari.

I’m 22 years old, and I write 18+ things so if you’re a minor please dni.

I use she/they pronouns, and i’m part of the LGBTQ+ !

Currently, my biggest hyper-fixations include…

Overwatch, CoD MW2, horror, Scream (movie franchise,) Friday the 13th (movie franchise,) STAR WARS (movies + shows,) and GotG(1-3.)

My favorite animal is the raccoon, alongside the cat breed called Maine-coon.

WHAT I WRITE FOR

I will write x readers for Overwatch, CoD MW2, Scream, Star Wars, Spiderman, and KNY.

WHAT I WONT DO (important, please read.)

I refuse to do any of the following, due to personal reasons and also some of them are disgusting.

adult x minor

nsfw of minor (I check character ages.)

animal x human

necrophilia (attraction or sexual relations to dead people.)

abuse

murder, anything like that.

x male reader, sorry but idk how :(

Those are only SOME, if you have a request but you believe it’s against my boundaries please PM me! My PM’s and requests are always open. :)

[bowieandqueen11]

Unselfish Love / Peter Quill Imagine

Request: Hi! Do you do male!reader imagines? I sorta want one with Peter Quill, with him struggling with his sexuality and the reader comforting him despite not knowing about his crush on the reader 

Of course I do love! I’m a very firm believer in everyone being able to find their representation in fandoms :)

Comments are much appreciated! <3

It’s funny how different perspectives can become.

Especially when you compare a person who has lived on a spaceship for twenty years, to mostly everyone else on Earth. Peter remembers being one of those people, one of the ones who wanted to escape, but never knew how. He had loved watching Star Wars and Star Trek with Meredith, wondering what could have been.

He never thought it would end with him killing his own father. Everything about him, at the moment, just felt so up in the air. And as he watches the galaxy from where he sits in his pilot chair, he realises that the thought of exploring makes him feel more tired than anything else at the moment. He tilts his head, gazing upwards, eyes more open than they can be in the fullness of day. He’s not looking at one star, yet somehow sees them all at once. He stands up, fingers dancing down to the cassette player that rests on his belt, allowing the play button to click as he stretches his arms. He closes his eyes, beginning to let his feet shuffle against the floor, taking a final peep to make sure Drax wasn’t standing still in the corner, before he lets himself dance.

If there’s one part of himself that he’s sure of, it’s that music will always flow through him.

‘Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by

And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by-’

You watch him from the cockpit doorway, laughing as he kicks his legs, utter concentration on his face, crackling somewhat from the old cassette. Usually, unless he really wanted to annoy Rocket, that ancient music machine was his only audience, watching with those two rolling eyes and scruffed tape. As he turned, his eyes caught you standing there, being less adept at hiding in the shadows than Drax was. Or perhaps, evenly so. He dropped his eyes momentarily before looking, his head tilted to one side and a hopeful smile playing on his lips. But you could see the exhaustion that he hid behind his eyes.

‘Quill, do you ever go to sleep?’

‘Not while there’s dancing to be done, my friend. I could ask you the same question. Can’t resist, huh?’

You frown slightly, in fear of your real reasons for being up so late with Quill being found out. But instead he only runs over, tossing off his jacket onto the floor so he’s able to grab your shoulders, laughing wildly.

‘The stars, Y/n, the stars!’

‘Plus, who can resist these moves?’

He starts to sway again, biting his bottom lip with a look of mock determination, until you knock him on the shoulder and sit down on the floor. With a dramatic sigh, Quill sits down on the step next to you, his cotton shirt brushing against your shoulder.

The darkness outside illuminated him in a light, brushing off the soft curls that lay a mess against his forehead as he takes a deep breathe. His eyes were soft, silvery and emanated a divine aura of everlasting magic and hope as he turned to face you with a smile.

‘Well, are you going to tell me what’s wrong Quill? I know we’ve talked about your dad before...’ 

He bristled slightly at your words, and you decided it was best to just allow him to talk when he was ready. The stars coiled their glowing tendrils upon whatever part of his face it came across, dipping the man in a radiant, hypnotic glow. It showered down as sprinkles of allure and pearly hues.

He was just so beautiful, you thought with a sigh, not noticing his eyes deep in question at the noise. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. You loved the way his voice quickened when he sparkled with a new idea, or was so enjoying one of mine that he lost himself for a moment and quite forgot the mask he wore for others. You knew the second you had met the Guardians, you had given him his heart to keep it safe, that's just the way it was. You didn’t mind if he could never give you his in return. Just being here, on the Milano, was enough.

‘Can I be honest with you, Y/n. I’m just- I’m just struggling at the moment. I miss my mom, sometimes I miss Earth, and I just... don’t know who I am anymore, I don’t really know who I’m supposed to be.’

‘Wow, that’s the most sensible thing I’ve ever heard you say.’

The left side of his pale lip tugged upwards, creating an amused smirk on his god-like face, (as if he would ever let any of the Guardians forget he was half-god, technically). He bumps his tense shoulder further against your own.

‘Oh, ha ha. You’ve been spending too much time around Gamora.’

You did not say anything- you just did not know what to say. He was peculiarly conscious of you sitting next to him, your arm near his. Your silence was somehow comforting, he thought, it was peaceful in a way where he could feel at home and know that no matter what was happening, he was safe. He hadn’t felt this way since Meredith had taken him out to lie under the sky, the two of them sharing a pair of headphones, cheeks touching. It was bliss.

The two of you just sat there for a while, sitting under the stars, which were like a beautiful, surreal blanket above your heads, nothing but the soft breaths of him by your side.

‘But seriously, I spend all my time wondering if this is who I am, you know? I have such this... unselfish, I think? This unselfish love for everyone, and sometimes, I wonder if that means more about me than I thought it did before.’

You blink at him slowly, trying to comprehend what he was telling you. He took the lack of reaction as a bad sign.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to bore you.’

You only shake your head, offering a warm smile full of hidden devotion and awe in return.

‘You could never bore me, Peter. Watching you try and speak is far too entertaining for that. But I wouldn’t worry, everything will eventually just click into place, and everything will suddenly just make sense. Or you’ll constantly be evolving, changing, challenging yourself. Either way, you will always be perfect, Peter Quill, and you will always be you. So would you stop worrying, for once?’

Peter’s eyes were as immobile as the rest of his face, as if news like that was impossible to absorb any faster. He was frozen for maybe three whole seconds before the corners of his mouth resumed their usual softness and her eyes quit staring. As soon as the last syllable echoed its way around his head, you find yourself interlocked in a kiss. Your eyes widen and it takes approximately one point five seconds to realise Peter Quill, the man you love, is kissing you and a further two point eight seconds to realise that you’re kissing him back. Your eyes have fluttered shut and in the darkness you see light exploding. 

 All you can focus on is Peter. On the soft moan he just made, the way he tastes like caramel and midnights under turning galaxies. The way his hand rests over your heart as he pulls away.

‘I-I’m sorry-’

‘Don’t be, do it again.’

His cold lips brushed against yours as he tugged you closer. You pressed your hand against his sculpted chest, relishing the firm, hard muscle. Nestling closer, you felt for his heartbeat, allowing the two of you to melt as one into the night.

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[syiano]

Marvel Preferences

Avengers x Male!Reader

●Their Sleeping Cuddling Positions With You (here's Part 2)

●Their Favorite Place To Kiss You

●They React To You Wearing Their Traditional Clothing For The First Time

●When They Get Protective Of You (link to Part 2)

●Falling Asleep On Them

●Kissing Them Awake

●They're Jealous and They Want Your Attention

●Their Nicknames For You

●How They Cheer You Up After A Stressful Day

●You Stay Up Late

●Flirting With Them As Their Crush

●How They React When You Accidentally Hurt Yourself

●You Come Out To Them (FTM)

●How They Help You With Your Anger Issues

●They React To Finding Out You're A Badass

●Their Favorite Place To Be Touched

●They React To You Being A Mukbanger

●Speaking Their Foreign Language For The First Time

●How They Deal With You Being Sleepy and Clumsy

●You Ramble On/Talk With Your Hands

●Being Their Taller/Muscular Boyfriend

●You're A Famous Model

●Being Their Soft, Domestic Dom (Foreign!Reader)

●They Catch You Listening/Dancing To An Innapropiate Song

●They React To You Wearing Their Hoodie

●They React To You Being Submissive

●How They Propose To You

●How They Are As A Father

●How They Deal With A Vampire Boyfriend

●How They React To You Being An Actor (Foreign!Reader)

●How They Deal With You Being A Wild Sleeper

●You Have A Habit of Wandering Off

●You Surprise Kiss Them As Their Crush

●Sarcastic Boyfriend

●They React To You Having Fast Reflexes

●Superhero Crush

●They Meet Your Puppy

●They Meet Your Parents

●They React To You Crying Out of Frustration

●Collector Boyfriend

●They Help You/Comfort You For The Exams

●Werewolf Boyfriend

GOTG(Gaurdians of the Galaxy) x Male!Reader

●They React To You Being Jealous

●Gamer Boyfriend

(None at the moment)

#Marvel Preferences #Avengers Preferences

[junejoestar]

🗒 ❛ JJBA x Reader༉‧₊˚✧

Hello JJBA fandom/community. I am June (online name due to me having strict parents), I am a jojo fan and I'd love to start writing x readers. I write for parts 3, and 4. I am currently reading part 5 still. I'd love to mainly write for JJBA but I may start watching other anime so keep that in mind. This is my first post and I'll try my hardest to write for any character, I did not skip any parts, it's just 1-2 aren't my favorite. I'm more passionate about 3-5.

┌───────── ·  ·  ·  · ♡ I will write for any character from these parts, any scenario, any pronouns for reader. So if you'd like, send some requests! :)

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✎ I will not write incest.

✎ Proshippers DNI

✎ Anti-gay and anti-trans will be blocked.

✎ I will write angst and fluff

Updated!

I will write smut/fluff/angst now, for jjba parts 1-5, full metal, gotg and death note.

I’d prefer it if people would request stuff for MALE or GENDER NEUTRAL readers. As a cisgender male I cannot relate to the sexual desires of a woman as I do not have a vagina.

I’m okay with aging up characters!

I’ll write anything. Or almost anything. I’ve even written animal x reader stories because of a friend. If you want something weird I’m your go to! :D

#josuke x reader #polnareff x reader #dio x reader #kakyoin x reader #Duwang x reader #DiU x reader #stardust crusaders x reader #writing blog #active blog #hazamada x reader #rohan x reader #jjba x reader #jjba x male reader #jjba x female reader #jjba x non binary reader #jjba x reader angst #jjba x reader fluff #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #oldseph x reader #joseph x reader #jjba simps

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

📖Masterlist📖

                              Here, you can find all the imagines I wrote.

💌 = Request

🎁 = Gift

🔎Sherlock (BBC)

Save your tears... (Mycroft X Male!Reader) 🎁

🩸Hannibal (NBC)

I don’t want to wake up from you (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Maneater (Hannibal X Male!Reader) (TW: Mentions of smut and violence) 🎁

An hurricane in my kitchen (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Papa, don’t preach... (Hannibal & Fem!Reader X Will Graham) 💌

🐺Teen Wolf

Beware the alpha! (Derek Hale X Male!Reader) 💌

🦸‍♂️MCU (Avengers, X-Men, GOTG, Fantastic Four, Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter...)

You’re my sunshine (Helmut Zemo & Male!Reader) 🎁

🔦Criminal Minds

I’ll be brave for you... (Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🦸‍♀️DCEU (Justice League, BVS, Suicide Squad, Birds of Prey, Titans, The Flash, Arrow...)

Play me me like a violin (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Sweet but psycho (Roman Sionis X Male!Reader) (TW: Violence) 🎁

Sending my love to you... (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Miss Independent... (Victor Zsasz X Fem!Reader) 🎁

The only one I need (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) 💌

War of the fathers, peace of the sons (Zsasmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

Who’s laughing now? (Joker VS Fem!Reader & Harley Quinn) (TW: Swearing & Violence) 🎁

Primal fears... (Zsaszmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

💥Inglourious Basterds

Innocents don’t shed blood (Donny X Fem!Reader) 💌

Speaking her language (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader) 💌

Severed blood ties (Hans Landa & Male!Reader) 🎁

We’re in heaven (Hugo Stiglitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

The Apache and The Comedian (Aldo Raine X Male!Reader) 💌

Let her be mine and mine alone... (Hans Landa & Fem!Reader x Omar Ulmer) 💌

Amour à la française (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader!) 💌

There’s no mountain high enough... (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader & Child!OC) 🎁

You better run... (FemaleOC! & The Basterds) 🎁🎃

Run to you... (Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

Birthday Girl (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader) 💌🎁

All against odds (Wilhelm Wicki X Male!Reader) 🎁

🗼Pacific Rim/Kong: Skull Island/Godzilla

Written in the stars (Nate Lambert X Fem!Reader) 🎁

😈Lucifer

An unholy seduction (Lucifer X Male!Reader) 💌

My mama is the best man in the universe (Lucifer and Male!Spirit!OC) (Father-son relationship) 💌

😇Good Omens

My boyfriend is back (Crowley X Demon!Fem!Reader) 💌

🤵Kingsman: The Secret Service

Too old for her? (Harry Hart X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🔮Harry Potter

Love is like a tornado (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

It’s just the price I pay (Hermione Granger X Male!Reader) 🎁

Falling (in love)... (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🔥The Witcher

The deepest soul (Geralt X Mermaid!Fem!Reader) 💌

Music is my way to say I love you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) (AU) 💌

Put your wings on me (Jaskier X Fae!Fem!Reader) 💌

Love song... (Jaskier X Bard!Fem!Reader) 💌

I will find you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) 💌

💣James Bond Movies

Velvet Tango (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

You targeted my heart (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

Sugar Boy... (James Bond X Male!Reader) 💌

Don’t worry child... (Gareth Mallory & Male!OC) 🎁

In my arms... (James Bond X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Like a porcelain doll... (Ernst Stavro Blofeld & Fem!OC) 🎁

Unconditionally... (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Come what may (Gareth Mallory X Male!OC) 🎁

No more secrets (00Q X Male!OC) 💌

I care for you (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 💌

🏹Shadowhunters

🪔Merlin (BBC)

For my king (Arthur X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Under your spell (Merlin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🎭Prodigal Son

Mystery Girl (Malcolm Bright X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🤴The Crown

I’d put a crown at your feet... (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part I) 💌

All Hail to my king (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part 2) 💌

Give us a chance (Charles X Male!OC) 💌

A royal affair (Margaret X Male!OC) 🎁

🦇Gotham

The art of seduction (Oswald Cobblepot X Fem!Reader) 💌

🧙‍♂️The Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit

The King’s precious gem (Thranduil X Male!Reader) 💌

💀Pirates of the Caribbean

Something fishy... (Jack Sparrow X Fem!Reader) 💌

As wild as the sea... (James Norrington X Fem!Reader) 🎁

⭐Star Wars (Episode I to IX, The Mandalorian...)

Silent words, loud gestures... (Din Djarin X Fem!Reader) 💌

⚽Football (France NT, different players...)

The player & the writer (Antoine Griezmann X Male!Reader) 💌

My only one (Lucas Paquetá X Fem!Reader) 💌

If you are interested and you wanted a tailored story, please read the rules before requesting!

#masterlist #imagines #requests #sherlock bbc #hannibal nbc #teen wolf #mcu #dceu #inglourious basterds #lucifer #good omens #kingsman: the secret service #harry potter #the witcher #james bond movies #shadowhunters #merlin bbc #prodigal son #the crown #gotham #lotr #the hobbit #pirates of the caribbean #star wars #football imagines

[vydante]

Restart | END | Avengers x Male! Reader

I am discontinuing my Restart series because I've simply lost creative juices for it. That's it, no elaborate or other reason. Anyways, I didn't want to just end it on the last chapter, and as someone who loves to overshare (especially if it's unsolicited), I thought some might like to see what drafts I had in plan, going chapter by chapter.

It goes up to Ch. 20 with additional bonus chapters, and chapters where I wasn't sure where they were going to be placed in the timeline.

If you have any comments, let me know! I'd love to read them :)

Here goes! Warning: very long, since the formatting is weird! The reader will be referred to as (Name) and "you", as in the story.

Right after Ch. 12 (Circumvention), are 2 special chapters (High Caliber Bullet) & (America's Sweethearts).

(High Caliber Bullet)'s basic plot was that Barnes, now # amount of weeks since the last chapter, has gained some freedoms and can now go out and about with either (Name) or DAHLIA for supervision (via his phone, and through the cameras everywhere).

In this particular chapter, he basically goes out for a typical grocery run with DAHLIA "accompanying" him, since before, he remembers (Name) telling him that "I won't always be there with you". But something bad happens! Wooo! (Maybe an attempted robbery, I didn't have the details sorted out yet.)

Either way, DAHLIA loses contact with him, and she tries to contact you ASAP, but it takes a little while since your dumbass was asleep the whole time! Wow! The suit had to manually power on and shake you awake.

Anyways, the only thing I had "written down" after that was that, after a failed search attempt for James, you go back home and are greeted with a surprise... "Kabedon"? Or, you're pinned to the walls by James... Or, rather, the Winter Soldier! 

You're not sure what's going on, only that, "Wow, Barnes is acting weird. Why is he suddenly Russian? Wh- Okay, wow, he's suddenly gotten a lot closer. Now, wait a fuckin' minute-!"

Either way, you and James make a discovery of a second personality living inside his body- the Soldier! Or Winter, I'm still unsure which I would have gone for. If you're familiar with certain WinterIron tropes, this is one of them. Anyways, that's the end of that chapter, or what I had written so far, anyway.

This chapter is really important to the canon of Restart since it establishes Soldier, but it didn't fit into my initial plans of 10 chapters an arc, so. That's why it's a "special" chapter.

The next "special" chapter after that was (America's Sweethearts). I had written 2 "chunks" of text for this chapter. The main plot is, basically, you and Steve spent a platonic (promise!) Valentine's Day together. Hence the title. Cute, right? This was referenced in Ch. 9 (Revelation) during Future! Steve's reminiscing.

Anyways, below the next text is what I had written for that chapter. It will be in normal text.

No other thoughts on that, so let's move on.

"You live like this?"

In his defense, Steve's apartment wasn't messy in the slightest. In fact, it was the other way around- everything was too clean, too pristine, too detached. The only saving grace he's getting from standing in the middle of his apartment is the fact that compared to the chilly Brooklyn weather, it was almost obnoxiously warm in his apartment. 

Not only did he have the heater going on, but he had another separate, portable heater blasting hot air in the corner.

(Sometimes, and only sometimes, Steve will stand in front of the heater and slowly spin around like a rotisserie chicken. The heat feels good, in his defense.)

The heat was something that you, thankfully, didn't comment on as you shed your jacket and slung it around the coat hanger near the door. You're wearing an over-sized tee- Thor's tee, he absentmindedly notes- and some sweats, both like and unlike the (Name) he often sees.

(It's not uncommon for Steve to glance at a newspaper or TV still shot and see you with your hair slicked back and dressed head to toe in a suit so expensive he's confident it costs at least a few years' worths of a typical New Yorker's rent.

Neither is uncommon to see you on the front cover of Men's Magazine, wearing a simple tee that shouldn't look that good on you but still does and posing confidently for the camera.

But despite all that, all of the clearly flattering outfits you could possibly wear at the tips of your fingers, often Steve will see you wear a disparagingly obnoxious, dirty shirt, and an old pair of sweats as your go-to outfit.)

(No, he will never admit that he really likes seeing you like that. Even with the mysterious smudged substance often found on the bottom of your sweats, as if you had swing danced in mud and crude oil.)

Regardless, while he often questions your private life fashion choices (and this is coming from a man who willingly wears khakis), he at least knows why you're wearing what you are, given the fact that he's also dressed in an overused tee and some joggers.

"What's wrong with my apartment? Not up to par with your penthouse standards?" Steve jests.

"Steve. Please." You threw him an unimpressed glare, much to Steve's never-ending amusement.

You glanced back to the inside of the apartment and squinted at it with what Steve could only describe as a rich man's scrutinizing gaze, before shrugging nonchalantly. You strolled into his apartment with a confidence Steve can still never get used to, one that reminds him so much of Tony's, and even Howard on his bad days.

(He understands why Tony doesn't like it when he brings Howard up, as he belatedly realizes that Howard didn't die the same man he knew him as, but he never understood why you've suddenly gotten bitter about Howard as well.)

He follows you into the hallway, and if it weren't for the fact that this was his apartment, he would've looked like a lost puppy following its new owner.

His apartment's not really that big, so it doesn't take long before you've both reached the living room. A simple TV, simple couch, simple table. Nothing really exciting in his living room, but it serves its purposes, in Steve's opinion.

(This is the end of that chunk. Next is where I picked up in writing. Short time skip, they both fall asleep and now Steve's waking up.)

It was the change in the smell that woke him up.

It's always the scent of fresh linen that greeted him early in the morning, something that's become so attuned to his everyday life. So when, instead, popcorn and sweets drifts his way, for a brief second his heart rate jumps.

'What?', his mind asks as he opens his eyes, bleary but cautious.

'Oh,' his mind responds back at him when his eyes drift down to your sleeping form laying splayed right on top of him, body glued to his side. You're mainly hogging the blanket, but he doesn't really mind as he runs hot 24/7. 

'Oh', his mind repeats softly, as something deep unfurls from his stomach and rises to his throat, clenching up and unable to say anything as his eyes fixate themselves on your steady breathing. Your lips are too close to his neck, each breath too warm, even for him. His skin burns where it meets yours, and absently he thinks, 'this is nice'.

'Yeah,' he lifts his hand to brush away a strand of hair away from your eyes, 'This is nice.'

Steve blearily throws a glance at the clock on his nightstand. 4 more minutes until he'd typically wake up and start his day with a morning jog.

'No,' his body protests.

'Okay,' his mind agrees without a fight.

He carefully reaches over and presses the silence button on his alarm. Above him, a breathy exhale escapes your lips at the sudden movement, and if possible, you curl closer to him than you were before. He pauses, unsure if you're going to wake up or not, but relax when he realizes that you're still in a deep slumber.

(Another break. Next sentence was supposed to be the final sentence of the chapter.)

In the end, neither of you commented about how Steve had missed his daily morning run as his limbs were straddled in between yours.

Ch. 13 (Upheaval) and 14 (Airlocked) are short in terms of drafting, so I'll combine them into one section here. Ch. 13 (Upheaval) was about taking down SHIELDRA in a better manner than the mess that was CA:TWS. And (Name) also forces Steve and Natasha to fess up immediately about Tony's parent's murderer. ((Name) threatens them.)

As for Ch. 14 (Airlocked), it's pretty much a filler chapter of sorts. (Name) graduates, there's now an official class-action lawsuit against Ross, also now keeping an eye on Baron Zemo, and we see some progression on Barne's therapy session. Not much, but some.

I really was not looking forward to these two chapters, as I knew they were gonna be boring as hell.

Ch. 15 (Spiralling) has actual written chunks. It's basically about the early prevention of Ultron. The Avengers go to a Sokovian HYDRA base, take out baddies, and the Super Twins get captured first- wow! But not before Wanda does... something to (Name), causing you to hallucinate and lose contact with the team- uh oh!

But don't worry! You get run over by a car. Lol. Below is what I had written for it, sans minor text.

A/N: In Ch. 7 (Summer), there was a 'dream-sequence' that happened where (Name) was on Titan with Tony, Peter, Stephen, and the GOTG. I've now decided that in canon, (Name) was not on Titan- instead, you were on Earth instead during IW helping at Wakanda. Just a brief plot-hole wrap-up; let's imply that (Name) had watched video footage of the fight at Titan via Tony's suit afterward, and that's where the nightmare came from. Okay bye.

(VERY abrupt start into the story, not meant to be the start of the chapter in the final draft, just where I wanted to start writing. Intro to Wanda.)

You jerked your head, catching a glimpse of brunette hair in the corner of your eyes. You swung your gauntlet instinctively and made instant contact with whatever was next to you. Flutters of red wisps followed your eyes, and you instantly knew what just happened as a body dropped next to you. 

You grunted and leaned onto the nearest wall, watching the girl's limp body with caution. Your shoulder plate lifted, and a tranquilizing dart connected to her thigh.

Just in case.

"Guys, I- I've been- ugh..." You wanted to vomit, the pounding in your head worsening with each millisecond that passes. Already, your surroundings distort you with each blink, walls melting and the floor sinking in on itself. "I've been- com-," you swallowed back your bile, "-compromised... Sending- location... Ergh..."

You didn't even have enough time to hear a response before the whole world around you shifted. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to calm your thundering heartbeat. The pounding got worse as the armor around you dissipated into nothing but the under-suit you were wearing. Before, where there were the shouting and gunshots, is now replaced with an eerie silence filled with just your laborious breathing.

You didn't know the full extent of what visions you were about to see, but you needed to remember that none of this is real. Scientifically, that was your only safe haven from possibly losing your mind for what's about to come. And it was worse because you had no idea what visions you'd see. Would you see Thanos? The Chitauri, just like your father once had? Or would it be something more close to home; the bunker? Tony's dead body, splayed with vomit around him, frostbitten to the touch and still like a marbled statue? 

Ready to go up and arms at whatever it was you're about to see, you cautiously opened your eyes.

(Line break, there's meant to be an "oh shit" line, like "Only, you were met with eyes far too similar to yours." but I still didn't know what I wanted to do for the hallucination sequence. Maybe meeting an older you, a younger you, or your dream life without the Avengers or meta-humans.)

(Below is an abrupt shift in the story; same general setting, but outside POV! What I had was dialogue only, alternating between people in bold, as a POV switch.)

(Name) "Guys, I- I've been- ugh... I've been- com-compromised... Sending- location... Ergh..." 

(Steve) "Apex, do you copy? (Name)!" 

(Steve) "Shit, (Name) isn't answering! Tony!"

(Tony) "Got his location, he's inside the base. J.A.R.V.I.S., what's his status?" 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I'm sorry, Sir, but it appears that I am not in contact with his suit." 

(Tony) "Wha- the hell do you mean you're not in contact?!" 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I cannot connect to his suit; it appears that Young Sir has somehow deprogrammed me from his suit." 

(Tony) "Wha-!" 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "However, it seems as if there is an A.I. present nonetheless. Though..." 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I do not recognize the code. Would you like me to attempt at forming a mode of communication?" 

(Tony) "Yeah, just- God, make sure (Name)'s okay, please." 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "On it." 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "Establishing a connection." 

(DAHLIA) "Mister Stark?"

(Tony) "Wha- I'm sorry- who are you?"

(DAHLIA), ignoring Tony, "An enhanced got to (Name). The operative is down, but (Name)'s experiencing hallucinations. I can't get through to him- you need to get to him, now. I fear he may hurt himself more than he already has."

(DAHLIA) "And if I may be privy to a request?"

(Tony) "What?"

(DAHLIA) "Don't bring Rogers." (I don't remember why I wrote this bit.)

(Steve) "Any updates on (Name)?"

(Tony) "Yep, and by the looks of it," there was a loud boom coming from the base, and as Tony looked up to see an all too familiar suit fly out of the building. Or, rather, flying was an interesting way to put it- it was more of a free-falling more than anything else.

(Steve) "What was that?"

(Tony) "That was (Name), and he's not havin' a great time I'll tell you that."

His voice was light and joking, but he'd be lying if he didn't say that his heart wasn't in his throat by the sight of you flying out of the building and falling back into the forests.

(Line break, another POV switch)

Steve sprinted towards the loud boom, movements quick and calculated, but mind racing a thousand miles an hour. He saw a red and gold glint fly up above him, zipping in and out between trees gracefully. 

(Line break, but no switch, same place. Another story POV shift, sort of. Steve makes contact with (Name), or so he thinks.)

"(Name)? Hey, do you copy?"

The suit was eerily silent, glowing eyes that once gave comfort to the soldier now bringing nothing but an awful, gripping dread; one that he'd get when there were Nazi soldiers nearby, but he couldn't tell where even with his enhanced senses. The suit gave away nothing that usually screamed out everything that was you- no head swaying, no restless and constantly shifting feet, only a stillness that looked so unnatural. Almost as if there was no one in there.

"(Name)?"

There was no response from you.

The hairs on Steve's neck stood up, everything in his system suddenly screaming to get out of there, run, leave, get away from the suit, but he ignored it as he took a cautious step forward.

Again, you didn't seem to react.

Then, the suit took a step forward.

Then another one.

And another one.

"(Name)-"

Before he could say anything more, the suit lunged forward. Only for a moment could Steve react, but even he wasn't as fast as you could be when you're in the suit. He raised his shield, ready to be shot at, but only the sound of harsh metal on metal makes it to his ears. By the sounds of it, it sounded like Tony had managed to land a direct hit on you, from wherever position he was at. Cautiously, Steve lowers his shield to look.

But instead of the familiar red and gold suit of armor greeting him, it's the sight of two (color) suits wrestling on the ground with each other that manages to sucker-punch all air from his lungs.

(Basically, you went bat shit insane and got out of the older suit, then prematurely activating the nano suit instead, in a fit of panicked hallucination. The older suit, now operating by DAHLIA, was trying to protect Steve from being ambushed by (Name), and now they're wrestling.)

(Another big break, but I think I had a hallucination sequence from (Name)'s POV planned here. Not sure what I was gonna do here since I planned this like, maybe in 2018, early 2019. It's... 2021 now...)

"-(Name)!"

Your eyes widened as the world around you suddenly shifts out of existence, and instead, you're outside in the dim, snowy alps once again. Someone called out to you, you don't know who, but there's a light in the corner of your eyes that's so goddamn bright. You turn your head in the direction of the light, and amidst all of the yelling and gunshots, DAHLIA's cool, chilling voice rings the loudest in your ear.

"Aborting protoc-"

And then the world turned black.

Ch. 16 (Enflamed) also has written text. Basically, you're recovering from being caught slipping by a car, the team is now aware of certain secrets you've been keeping behind their backs, and you realize that you have to get back to Barnes to let him know you're okay.

This chapter was meant to be focused on the twins, but I guess I forgot that as I was "writing" it. Basically, the gist was that their parent's deaths weren't by officially licensed Stark tech (maybe even a counterfeit since Stark weapons are the best, and don't malfunction as it did in WandaVision ep. 8). Maybe HYDRA was the one that did it in order to recruit more people. Or something like that. Basically, Tony wasn't the one who authorized those weapons to be sold and used there, but it was Stane. Either way, they get their own healthy moment to mourn and lament over it all.

Here's the text below. Italics for a dream sequence, since you were unconscious/ in a coma from being bOnked on by a car.

"Hey, sweetheart."

You smile, turning around to face the voice only to be greeted with lips on yours. You chuckle, amused that this was the first thing you'd be greeted with, but lean into the kiss anyways as you wrapped your fingers around their cheek.

They pull back first, but their eyes are warm as they smile, lingering in the space between the two of you. Where their hands laid on your hips, your skin burned bright hot, but you paid no mind to it. 

(There's supposed to be more, maybe foreshadowing, but I stopped here in terms of the dream sequence. Jump cut to another POV, but you're waking up!)

(Name) "Hnng..."

(Steve) "Stay down! You're in no condition to move at all, just- just rest, okay? The doctors- and- your dad are coming."

(Steve) "How're you feeling? You want some water?"

You tried to turn your head to look at the blonde but hissed suddenly.

(Name) "S'nnof'a' b'ch..." (Son of a bitch.)

Steve helped you settle back onto your pillow- which even he'll admit doesn't look like the most comfortable setting in the world.

"Language, (Name)..."

He reprimanded, but there's no heat in his words as he's just so thankful that you're even capable of forming any words, no matter how profane they may be.

Beside him, Clint laughs a bit too loud for comfort. Steve wants to tell him to be quiet, as he's sure you're sensitive to noise right now, but God he can't blame the archer for his overwhelming relief. 

Lord knows Clint wasn't the only one to stress over their youngest Avenger.

"First words after a damn coma, and it's 'son of a bitch'! I told you he's a fighter!"

"Of course he is, he's a Stark after all."

All eyes turn to see the billionaire and assassin walk into the room. They look clean and pristine as always, but by the slight sheen of sweat on both of them, Steve knew they rushed here as soon as word spread that you were awake.

(Natasha) "Tooting your own horn a little much there?"

Natasha's smile betrays her words as she looks fondly from the senior Stark to the junior. Even the ironclad wall she has up 24/7 has a soft spot for the team's junior member.

(Especially for the junior member, but you didn't hear that from Steve.)

(Tony) "It's both of our horns, excuse you."

Tony turns his attention to you and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You sure took a hit back there, champ."

"Mmm... 'm feel like a... Nn... A damn Make A W'sh kid...", (Mm, am feeling like a damn Make A Wish kid...) your eyes, though blown out from still being drugged up, wandered across each Avenger. You frowned, then smirked- well, as best as you could, anyways. 

"Where's th' Hul'k? T'or?" (Where's the Hulk? Thor? (As a joke, since usually the whole gang visits, but they're missing))

"Relax junior, you're not that special. We can only afford so many Avengers to visit you."

Despite his harsh words, Tony places a kiss right on your forehead. Your eyes flutter closed, lashes delicately batting as Tony leans away.

(Big block of nothing, there were supposed to be more text here, more dialogue or something. Same setting!)

(Tony) "So. We need to talk about what happened back there. Y'know. The brand-smackin' new A.I. that's in your suit- she's been awfully quiet. Oh, and the- lord, the thing's a work of art- the- what is it? Nanite suit? That's in a collar- a collar? I mean, I'm not one to judge questionable fashion statements, but-"

(Steve, or someone else) "Tony."

(Tony) "Right- but, we are going to talk about all that, okay?"

"L'ter, ple's? Am tir'd..." (Later, please? Am tired.)

"An' b'sides, chok'r's fun..." (And besides, chokers are fun.)

(Line break, basically, you remember you have a certain Winter Soldier that's been sitting at home without any word from you.)

’Oh fuck.’

(Big line break, basically, you get discharged from the hospital, and now you visit the safehouse Barnes is in to check up on him.)

It was eerily quiet when you opened the door to the safe house. You limped into the door, thankful that the ride on the way back, there were no paparazzi to see you leave at all. (Really, Happy should get a raise.) Lord knows how much of a rile that'll get out of the news media.

'Avengers' Golden Boy: Fatally Injured?' or something dumb like that.

You'd love to roll your eyes, but the tension that's coiling up in your gut surpasses the want as you slowly step into the house. It's warm, more so than the slow brewing chill that's been tempering outside. James never liked the cold, but even so, the house was warmer than you remembered. His shoes are still near the doorway, in the exact place that you remembered it to be, so he definitely hasn't gone anywhere.

(Though, the alerts that were on your phone from DAHLIA definitely show that he wanted to.)

For a brief moment, you were concerned that there wasn't enough food; but even then, DAHLIA would still be up, so she could place an online order to refill the fridge at a moment's notice, so it's not like James (even with his super-soldiered appetite) would starve himself here.

You quietly slipped out of your shoes, slowly as to not incur another cramp in your back, and stepped into the hallway barefooted. You glance into each room you pass by, but not a single sign of the soldier was anywhere to be found.

You stopped when you stood in front of one specific lounge room; yours and James' favorite lounge room.

Lurking into the room, you glanced around.

The room looked exactly like how it did days before when you were still conscious. There are a few mugs strewn about. Most empty, conjoined in one area of the table (James' area), but there's one that's filled with your favorite drink. A drink that you don't remember making for yourself.

And it's placed right in front of your favorite chair, too. Something squeezes at your heartstrings as you couldn't help but smile fondly.

It's gone cold, you absently note as you dip a finger into it. Wiping your finger on your pants, you grabbed it and the rest of the empty cups, making a note to place them into the dishwasher when you make it into the kitchen.

"James?"

You called out, but only your voice echoed back. The cups quietly rattled with each step, and it's not long before you make it into the kitchen. It, too, looks the same, but there's a thin layer of dust only a clean freak would notice. The sink is empty and clear of any beads of water. Unused for a little bit, you concluded.

Yeesh.

You placed all of the cups into the dishwasher, which was also dry and empty as well. Sighing, you turned on the machine and jumped out of your skin when you felt a pair of built arms wrap themselves around you tightly.

It only takes a split second for you to realize that, no, this is not some ax murderer that's about to choke the life out of you, it's just James.

James who, apparently, is holding you flush against his chest, fingers curling themselves against your bandaged abdomen. You held back a wince of pain, careful not to make your breathing waver, as James nuzzle his whole head against the crook of your neck. 

(Honestly, for someone named the Winter Soldier, he sure is warm because whew, boy-)

"Ja-"

"I thought you were gone."

His name is caught in your throat as James' voice- gritty, deep, unused- rumbles into your skin. You freeze, unsure of what to say to that as you shuddered, suddenly breathless as he mouths at your neck. Your ears turn bright red as he takes that moment to speak up, not once letting up on his fingers ghosting a trail on each muscle on your abdomen.

"You were gone. One second you were in my arms, and the next... The next, DAHLIA's tellin' me you're in a damn coma."

You winced, not sure how to respond to both what he said or the growl that accompanied it. You looked up at the camera that was in a nearby corner and threw it a withering glance, feeling slightly betrayed by DAHLIA for telling James that.

Thankfully (or probably not), James isn't really looking for a response as he continues on.

"Моя звездная пыль (My stardust)," Russian slips out, bringing a chill up your spine as bits of Winter spills out from James' fingertips, "The witch got to you, didn't she?"

Goosebumps raised on your skin, and to your silence, James snarled. You can barely feel his teeth graze on your nape, and you really don't know if you should feel embarrassed or something else.

And wow, okay, maybe you should tell James to ease up on the "hug", because holy shit, his grip's getting tighter and it's starting to actually hurt.

(Ah, he might tear the stitches.)

"HYDRA сукa...! Я убью ее...!" (HYDRA bitch...! I'll kill her...!)

You huffed, still red in the face as he hasn't even nudged away from letting you go. You patted his forearm, signaling for him to loosen up his grip, and to his credit, he does. Barely, but it was still something. 

"I dunno what ya' just said in Russian, but I know what Hydra сукa means. No cussing in Russian, only in English."

He mumbles something incoherent into your shoulder, rubbing circles into your stomach with a tantalizingly slow speed. You coughed; in literally any other situation this would be one of the hottest things you've ever experienced, but considering that James was more Winter than James right now, and your stomach is literally burning in pain from the rubbing, you opted to ignore the fact that you really liked that James was this close and spoke up.

"Not to alarm you or anything, but uh, if you keep rubbing my stomach like that," your breath hitched, the pain starting to become a little too much, "I'm gonna pass out from the pain," you said, with clenched teeth.

(End of what I had written down. Anyways, not sure where I was gonna go from here.)

Ch. 17-20 are relatively short in terms of what I had written down.

Ch. 17 (Reconditioning) has 3 things typed down:

integrating the twins, thoughts of integrating bucky

supreme distrust between you and the twins

meanwhile maybe thoughts from twins abt you? you're around their age 

3rd bullet introduces the idea that they might be love interests. Maybe. Shrugs. That chapter would be heavier on the character developments of the twins, both as their own persons and their relationship with you, specifically. They don't like you because you're Tony's son, still some bitter feelings there, and you don't like them because... Well... there's just a lot of bad feelings. They helped kill J.A.R.V.I.S. in your original timeline. Wanda basically fucked off with Vision. She antagonized Tony. (And there is a hypocrisy there since I would've written you to have done the same thing there. (Name) isn't perfect.)

You just didn't get along with Pietro since, back when he wasn't dead, you were immature and not yet accustomed to dealing with people who're purposefully frustrating/ teasing/ mocking/ etc. Nothing really personal with him, it's Wanda that you had beef with. But you'll get over it one day.

Ch. 18 (Longstanding) is shorter.

you and james have a talk, and after a year or two being solitary, you agree that he should be in the avengers

he joins the avengers

That's it, that's the chapter.

Ch. 19 (Accountability) deals with newer Accords (not a Sokovian one! Just from the proposed need for accountability).

It goes better around this time, as basically all of the Avengers agree to it, with their own caveats of course. Steve especially, but of course, he's willing to work with the governments about it this time around. Also, Peter Parker gets introduced, in accordance with the "underaged enhanced/ superheroes" clause, or some bull like that.

Ch. 20 (Wakanda) is basically the intro to CA:CW but like, civilized. No bombing since Zemo still has his family. Introduces Wakanda, and T'Challa as a potential love interest. If you're interested in IronPanther, I highly recommend reading the IronPanther Collection by Okyverlo on AO3. It's great and got me a lot of interest in T'Challa as a love interest.

As for official chapters with the plot, that's about it. I wasn't sure what to do afterward.

There were some loose ideas I had about what would happen to (Name). Maybe the truth is revealed, that you're actually from the future, and Dr. Strange separates past and future you into two separate bodies. Future! you into your original future body, and past! you into the current body. Past! you still have the same memories and thoughts that future! you had, but with less angst. Future! you is noticeably more depressed and just a bummer. Lol.

And after that, 2023! you would go back to the future where you belonged, and Past! you would stay in the present since, duh, that's still Past! you's original timeline. It's a little confusing when I type it down haha.

I was thinking maybe 2023! you would pair up with Steve since you realized how burdensome it is to continue to resent someone. Now you understood what Tony meant.

And Past! you would definitely pair up with James, but maybe Steve too. A nice lil' polygamous relationship. 

Now here's the other, non-official chapters.

2 What If's, and 3 Specials, in the order they're listed at the moment.

What If (2013 Counterpart) plays with an initial idea I had, where Past! (Name) was actually sent into the future into 2023! (Name)'s body during the prologue. Not sure where I was gonna go with this chapter, but I really wanted to mess with that possibility, and show just how immature and teenager-y Past! you were.

What If (Swapped Places) plays with the idea that you and Tony, in the original timeline, had swapped places. You were on Titan with Spiderman, Dr. Strange, and the GOTG, while Tony was on Earth with everyone else. That's all I had planned. Maybe you actually won and managed to get the gauntlet off of Thanos when you realized that Peter Quill was about to go crazy over his ex's death, and you knocked him down in time.

Special (Find My Body, Only At The Oak Tree), deals with you and your depression over the reality that you might have to relive the blip again, and aside from the Avengers, you really don't have anyone else and nothing's worth really living for at this point. I actually have a lot written for this one. Not sure if I wanted this to be canon.

Trigger warning: suicidal tendencies.

(Below is the general idea I had for the plot.)

(names) birthdays across the years so far

we see slow mental deterioration of (name) as he aches

we see as we reach closer and closer to the deadline, (name) dreads even thinking about thanos and wants to die before even looking at him, a symbol of their failure 

lowkey highkey suicidal

___

The first time you celebrated your 17th birthday was in 2014. 

The second time you celebrated your 17th birthday was also in 2014... Obviously. 

The first time you celebrated your 17th birthday, the whole tower was flooded with people who you knew and people who you couldn't care to know. It was filled with what little was left of your friend group outside of the Avengers; it was also filled with the rich, the pompous, the irritating of New York.

You got into a yelling match with your dad that night, over something you couldn't even bother to remember, and stormed off into your room, fuming as the party still went on without their birthday boy present.

(It's always like that as if you're replaceable. Surely, you must be; the Avengers can and will, if need be, exist without you.)

The second time you celebrated your 17th birthday, you told your dad you wanted it to be small and personal. Only the Avengers were there, as a few days ago did you spend a pre-birthday celebration with some of your high school 'friends' (which only mainly consisted of playing Smash Bros Brawl in your room and eating an ungodly amount of junk food as you fake laughed along with their shitty jokes.) (Steve promptly made you burn those calories off in training.).

(What Steve doesn't know is that you purposefully ate that much to train with him; otherwise, you had the whole day off the next day.

You didn't want to be alone.)

It was sweet as everyone gave their gifts to you (which you already knew what it was, but said nothing of it), and as everyone got drunk off of the expensive liquor or Asgardian mead, you quietly snuck out of the building and back into the safe house where James was waiting for you.

(He waits, but how much of it is because he has no other choice?

It is not like that, you keep reminding yourself.

Who is to say, other than you?

James never says anything of it, and you start to wonder if he feels as if he has no choice.

As if he feels like he's been made another prisoner, once again.

At what point, what is separating the distinction between you and HYDRA, in his mind?

You're not too keen on finding out the answer anytime soon.)

The whole way there, you thought of nothing in particular.

You quietly celebrated with him too, shared a few slices of cake he made just for you before you quietly said goodnight to him. He kissed you on the cheek, said a simple goodnight, and slipped away into his own bedroom.

Meanwhile, you spent the rest of the night drinking too much alcohol, alone, in the dark of your room, staring at nothing in particular, thinking about nothing in particular.

The next morning, you jokingly wished you had just died last night as you're bent over the toilet emptying your stomach contents.

___

The first time you celebrated your 18th birthday, you spent it outside in another country with your friends.

The second time you celebrated your 18th birthday party, you rented out a bumper kart arena with the Avengers.

The first time you celebrated your 18th birthday, you tried desperately to hang onto the remaining friends you had outside of the Avengers, a chance to feel normal for once. You practically went hiking across Europe and into Asia over the week of your birthday, and by God did you visit so many places. From the Louvre to the casinos in New Deli, you trekked everywhere with your friends and acted as a cash pig for their endeavors under the guise of celebrating your birthday. Least to say, you always got 'accidentally' blackout drunk on multiple occasions, oblivious to their actions.

Later you found out and cut them off instantly without another word. They didn't seem to notice that you stopped talking to them.

It hurt.

Pointless of you to try to maintain that friendship.

So on your next 18th birthday, having long forgone those friendships ages ago, you suggested going bumper karting with the Avengers. Bruce operated as the 'coach' of sorts, but he seemed to have enjoyed it as well. 

It was fun, obviously.

It went on for a few hours, as you all had made up mini-games to play along with as they got bored of chasing after each other aimlessly for half an hour. A few games had you pairing up with some of the Avengers; the other had them actually using their skills to try to maim each other.

(Wanda at one point lifted everyone into the air as Pietro zoomed through the rink; though, he did slip and slam into the wall. Everyone laughed, but it was interrupted as Wanda promptly dropped everyone out of shock.

Everyone was too busy in their own shock as well to notice your labored breathes, wild crazed eyes, or how you clawed viciously at your throat at the sight of Wanda's red wisps. Your fingers were tinted a sick vermilion.

Thankfully, the arena was relatively dim, so no one could tell what just happened.)

It was fun. Everyone didn't hold their shoves back, and when things riled up, it turned into who would break a bone first. No one did, but everyone was definitely sore afterward. Of course, the enhanced ones didn't limp as much, but it made your limp nothing out of the ordinary.

(You tried your most damn not to just collapse completely, both exhaustion and pain threatening to snap your spine into little bits and pieces.

You jokingly wished it did.)

Thankfully, during the whole ordeal, no one noticed how you didn't avoid obvious hits, instead opting to just get harshly jostled in your kart and neck snapped haphazardly to the side at the sudden jolt. Or how you 'accidentally' keep forgetting to put on your seat belt or keep your fingers inside the kart.

Or at least, if they noticed, no one said anything as you limped around the tower the next day, bruises marred everywhere on your skin, a sheen of sweat blanketed on your skin throughout the whole day.

___

The first time you celebrated your 19th birthday, you were too swamped with both college and SI to actually... Celebrate.

You didn't even realize it was your birthday. No one did, actually; it took one of your professors to comment on how your name was trending on Twitter to actually get you to realize what the day was.

But even that didn't change your schedule, and as you moved on with your day, so did Twitter and the Avengers. 

You never got to celebrate your 19th birthday, too swamped with other things to care.

The second time you celebrated your 19th birthday, you had too much free time in the world.

It ended up being just like your 17th. The Avengers had a little get-together (they remembered this time; what made it so different?) and all of them got drunk wildly off their asses. Once again, you slipped away from the main lounge, and stalked silently, blank-faced, towards a balcony.

You adjusted your collar appropriately and stood there. You stared outside into the bustling busy streets of New York, the city that never sleeps.

(Strange, that it's named that when often times it's the quietest whenever you're there to see it.)

You spend maybe 10 minutes standing there, staring into the oblivion that is New York.

And then, you climbed onto the railings.

Standing there, there was no rush of adrenaline that coursed its way through your veins, nor was there any fear or dread.

Only an overwhelming and crippling exhaustion that made waves through your body. No longer are you in your 19-year-old body, but your 27th. No longer are you in your younger, former self; one that shone brightly above the others, aspiring as both a heroic figure and one that would help pave the way towards a better, peaceful world.

No, instead, your soul feels like it's settled deep into your bones, an aching tire that keeps rocking and rattling at your already fractured, beaten down body, laughing at how pathetic you look.

(You're so tired.

You just wanted to live normally.

You never can, you eventually come to realize on your first 24th birthday.

That thought, now fully realized, would come to permeate it's way deep into your bones.)

All you wanted to do was to just take one step forward, off of the railing that you're so delicately balanced upon, and dive into air headfirst.

Really, all it takes is just one step.

And truly, you've never felt more at peace as your body dropped from the railings, descended quickly towards the streets below you.

What should've been a quick few seconds of a dive felt like an eternity drowning in a bottomless pool. The lights of New York flashed and beamed at you, but it changed rapidly from one to another. Your throat closes, shuttering, and you want so desperately to start screaming.

Only, no one would hear them. 

The winds would carry away your screams, rushing a sound of its own that would overpower yours.

You wonder, absently, was this similar to what Rhodey felt that day? 

Well.

You'd never really find out, now, will you?

Too late to ask.

(There's no way to get back home.

You can never see Morgan again- the Morgan that called you her big Care Bear, the Morgan that cried and threw a temper tantrum because you forgot to give her a goodnight kiss. 

You can never see mom and dad again- while they're still here, it's just not the same. You'll never get to see the same Pepper who was so relieved just to see you alive after the Battle of Wakanda, even if you were practically on your death bed. You'll never get to see the same Tony who you spent hours crying into the shoulder of after the Blip.

You can never see the same Steve, Natasha, Rhodey, anyone, ever again. 

Years spent just trying to be better, to help the world, to mend and build any relationships you could, gone.

And even if they weren't?

There's just no way to get back home anymore. Not back to the person you used to be.)

The next day, you got an earful from your parents when photos of your falling body appear all over the internet. All the meanwhile, you're not really listening to them, just staring right back at them.

Odd.

('When did you start looking at me with contempt?', you'd ask one day.

Tony just stares at you, then out the window. In his hand, he's holding a cup of coffee; in yours, water. You've since stopped drinking anything remotely sugary, caffeinated, or alcoholic, though you've never told anyone why.

'When did you start mistaking concern with contempt.', he responded, though it was more of a statement rather than a question.

You stared at him, then followed his gaze out the window. 

Neither of you says anything, even as the hours go by in the blink of an eye.)

(That's all I had written down so far. Not sure where I wanted to go with this afterwards.)

Special (Vapidity, Testament To Absence) deals with future DAHLIA realizing what it means to mourn someone.

The house is empty.

It is an irrelevant thought, DAHLIA notes.

Technically speaking, the house has been empty quite often than not; after all, you were a busy man with an equally busy schedule. Being the CEO of SI and a huge contributing factor to the world's rebuilding made it more or less impossible for you to stay at home for long. Though, she also doesn't linger long in the house, either. But she's still there regardless, even if she's also with you on the other side of the planet for diplomatic reasons.

She knows of the emptiness inside this house; it was never an unfamiliar concept.

But with this emptiness, she's never once associated loneliness with it either. 

It's a bit better when Virginia occasionally comes around to the house to do some maintenance. She might even bring along little Morgan with her.

("You keep saying she's a pest, but I know I sure as hell ain't the one that keeps shifting the TV to the kids' channels when she's around," you comment, not even taking your eyes off of the pan. DAHLIA says nothing towards your accusations, instead opting to tell you that you're burning your eggs.

You aren't, but she says nothing amidst your panic.)

A few others occasionally visit, too, much to DAHLIA's internal disapproval.

Rogers used to visit every day ever since she first noted the emptiness. His behavior was also peculiar. He'd prowl around the house, pausing here and there at random parts of the house. He'd often just... Stand there, seemingly looking at nothing for a long period, before jolting back and continue what he was doing. She's thankful that he hasn't noted her silence when he's around.

Often Banner would come along too, and he'd be talking quietly with Rogers. As of recently, they've stopped visiting though. Probably because of the recent news (that (Name) might still be alive, just lost in time), DAHLIA almost bitterly notes.

James ("Just call him Rhodey- literally no one calls him James nowadays." you laugh, eyes crinkling with amusement) visits too. He doesn't linger for long, but he makes sure to check up on DAHLIA, help tend to the flowers... She'd even dare say she wishes he'd visit more often.

Peter also visits here and there as well. He often comes with Morgan and Virginia, but there have been a few occasions where he's come here by himself. He'd spend most of his time in the garden, your favorite place. And when he's alone, she'd given him privacy out of respect, but even at a long distance, she can hear him talking by himself. He'd come back eyes red and swollen, but he's always smiling afterward.

A few others have visited too, but not as often as the others. Though, none of that really helps negate the emptiness she feels as she wordlessly navigates through a routine she devoted herself to after your disappearance.

And the final chapter, Special (Chemically Compromised) is basically a fluff filler with (Name) chaperoning Peter's field trip, inspired by an Instagram post.

Written in bits and pieces, unfinished. Not sure if I wanted it to be romantic (the name implies it in a nerdy way) or just a fun, platonic, "dude you're literally embarrassing me" way.

(Peter) "I can't believe you're doing this...!"

(Name) "What? What's wrong with this?"

Pan to (Name) dressing like he's a Typical, Normal Civilian Man, but it's clearly (Name) Stark, son of Tony Stark, and an Avenger.

(Peter) "I don't need you to chaperone my field trip...! May could've done this-"

(Name) "No, she really couldn't, sweetheart. She's got a busy shift, and even told me that no one else's parents was free."

(Name) "Listen- this really could have gone worse if, say, Tony, knew. God knows Tony would've dropped everythin' and just embarrass ya- he did that shit to me every chance he got," Peter winces, almost forgetting that Tony was still your dad, and a chill ran up his spine as he imagined what it would have been like for you. 

(Peter) "But still..."

(Name) "Don't worry, I'll just wear a cap and sunglasses."

(Peter) "That can't possibly work."

(Name) "You'd be surprised- Sam's standin' down there, right near that phone booth."

Peter's head snapped over to where you were pointing at, and indeed, right on the floors of the Manhattan streets, there was a relatively built black guy that's wearing a cap, sunglasses, and a brown leather jacket. Peter tilted his head.

He hasn't been around Sam all that much, but he still knows what the Avenger looked like. But even then, he wasn't sure if that man was actually Sam. He's built right, but Peter can't see much of his hair or eyes. Plus, he's kind of far away.

He squinted at the man, before glancing back at you, now unsure of himself.

(Peter) "That's really the Falcon?"

You stared at him, before snorting.

(Name) "Nah, I'm joshin' ya, that's just some random guy...", you glance at the man, sniffing, "... Probably."

That's... pretty much it. That's all I had for Restart, as far as writing goes.

Now here are some closing thoughts, just to wrap all of this up nice and tight, sort of.

I'm not really happy with how the initial chapters were paced and how they were written. My writing style has mildly changed, and if I had the motivation to, I'd love to rewrite them. But alas, I don't.

I think about this story often; or at least, variations of it. It's like when you daydream, and you restart it but to the left. But unfortunately, writing a plot without too many plot holes while remaining as canonically correct as possible, and making it interesting without being a complete word-by-word remake of the movies, is difficult.

I'm not sure if I would ever pick up this story again, especially since this whole chapter told you what I had in store anyways. 

Thank you to those who took the time out of their day to write nice and encouraging comments about this story. It's unfortunate it had to end this way, but I'm glad it happened anyways. And hopefully, it's the same for you.

And remember: the one thing writers love to do is talk about their story! If you have any other comments, questions, or just general thoughts about the story, I'd love to discuss it further!

Anyways. If you're reading this now, thanks for sticking with Restart for as long as you did.

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Masterlist

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I know I had people on the tagged list, but it’s a bit hard to get them all as URL’s change, so I opted not to. Sorry!

#male reader #avengers x male reader #steve rogers x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #avengers #reader insert #avengers x reader #restart

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To Love, and Live Again Chapter 3

Peter Quill x Male! Reader

Now available!

Word Count: 6.2k

Tags: Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Internal Conflict, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension

Summary: You are a servant working under Ego's wing for a few years. You wanted a way out, but could find no way that didn't result in him killing you. That is until the day Ego had located his son, Peter Quill, who also could harness his abilities. With that in mind, perhaps there was a way out, someone who could contend with a celestial. Hope was finally in sight, and Quill was the key.

Chapter Summary: Arriving on Ego's planet, Ego has a task for you that heavily involves Quill.

Feedback is appreciated!

#peter quill x male reader #peter quill x reader #starlord x male reader #starlord x reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg vol 2 #gotg #gotg3 #peter quill #star lord #marvel x reader #male reader

[mackjlee9]

Adam Warlock x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Warning; I don't know anything about gotg's story at all, I'm just going off from the third movie, so probably ooc!adam and/or canon divergence.

Masterlist.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3

(M/n) took a sip of water from his cup, his (e/c) eyes looking around briefly every few seconds, but always finding their way back to him.

He observed him wrapped in the blanket, silently looking around Knowhere just like he had been doing, but he was paying attention to the small details around him, unlike (M/n) who simply couldn't stop staring. He didn't know why, but something about the golden boy was... Magnetic. Mesmerizing even.

Probably because he was a Sovereign, which made them perfect, so it made sense that he found himself staring shamelessly at him, at least, he was hiding in the shadows of the still-standing structure so no one could see him properly, or he hoped so.

He watched how Kraglin approached the golden boy, and he leaned closer to hear the possible conversation they were gonna have. He poured water into the cup from the bottle in his hands before handing it to him, who gently grabbed it.

"What's your name?" His gold eyes looked up at Kraglin, who stood in front of him, waiting for his answer.

"Adam," (M/n) sighed and blinked a few times, saying his name over and over again in his mind, as if he was afraid he'll forget. For a moment, he thought nothing of their interaction, but then he made eye contact with Kraglin, who winked at him... And knew he got found out.

He turned around on the column he was leaning his side on, and pressed his back to it, sliding down until he was sitting on the dirty floor. Sometimes he hated how easily Kraglin could read him, despite his grumpy expression 24/7, Kraglin was just very perceptive when it came to him and his true feelings and intentions.

After a few seconds of him covering his face in embarrassment, he leaned over the side of the column, looking at him as he drank some water.

"Adam..." The blond perked up and (M/n) hid just in time before Adam could see him. He frowned and shrugged before drinking the remaining water in his cup.

Soon enough, music started filling the quiet murmurs in Knowhere, and he watched how Rocket and Groot started dancing, followed by everyone around them. (M/n) watched everyone loosening up and having fun dancing to the music, but yet again, his eyes found their way to stare at Adam, who was also watching the scene with a smile on his face.

When a deep sigh left past his lips at the soft sight, (M/n) knew he was in for a ride.

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For a while, Adam has seen (M/n) around while everyone helped rebuild Knowhere from its destruction, and there was something about him that caught Adam's eye.

Whether it was the permanent frown on his face or the gentleness of his voice when he talked to anyone, he didn't know, but he felt drawn to him, and he had to at least know his name.

Which he learned, thanks to Rocket.

He had tried to bring up the topic rather casually, but the raccoon could see through him like a window pane, and there was no way he could hide his curiosity, so he openly admitted that he was... Intrigued by him.

"Well, all you need to know about (M/n) is that... He's not as grumpy as he looks like," Adam's gold eyes trailed to look at the guy whose name he learned. (M/n) was finishing up with replacing the broken glass of a window, and just like that, they made eye contact through the reflection, and if it wasn't for Cosmo's powers, that glass would've also ended up in pieces on the ground.

Groot, who had witnessed the scene, mumbled to himself, "I am Groot...?" And Nebula turned to look at him, frowning for a moment before staring in the direction Groot was looking.

"Wait... (M/n)? Interested in Adam? I don't-" Nebula had to stop herself when she saw how (M/n) kept stealing glances at Adam, and she almost couldn't believe that him, the guy that was like a brother to her... Was interested in Adam. "Well, we have to do something about that, don't you think so, Groot?" Looking confused at her, Groot's eyes followed Nebula as she made her way to (M/n).

"I am Groot?"

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Maybe he wasn't showing it, but he was freaking out internally.

Nebula just asked him if, while Knowhere is being rebuilt, Adam could stay at his apartment with him, since he has been sleeping in the ship for the past week. And there's no way he could deny that, even if that meant stumbling over his words and own two feet at the sight of the golden boy so close to him at all times.

Of course, Adam heard the news from Rocket, who had come and fetched him from the ship, only saying what was necessary for him to understand what was happening.

He was still half asleep, so he only heard 'share an apartment with him' and no more, he rubbed his eyes, and followed the raccoon to the tallest apartment complex in Knowhere, and there, at the entrance of the building, was (M/n), who looked at him and smile.

"Welcome to your new home, Adam."

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[bigfan-fanfic]

Across the Universe (GotG Male!Reader x Peter Parker)

Requested by Anonymous for the youngest Guardian of the Galaxy, the male!reader, taking Peter Parker on a date through space.

I would totally write more for a GotG!Reader in the future!

You had asked the others for tips on how to make this special.

It was your first-year-as-boyfriends anniversary with Peter Parker, after all.

Besides, being away with the Guardians all the time didn’t really leave much space for you two to have dates.

You might think that, as a Terran, you would automatically understand Earth courtship customs.

But with as many alien species and societies you have encountered, it’s hard to remember them all

Drax suggests you wrestle him to the ground to assert your power, and then walk around a large fire while chanting.

Rocket says that he knows a sure-fire way to have a good date, but he’ll only tell you if you bring him part of Nebula’s head.

Which leads you to asking Nebula. She tells you much the same as Drax - that you should physically assault Peter., but she goes further and says you should put him in a large bag and kidnap him.

Gamora says not to listen to the last part. However, she can’t deny that often men are attracted to those who prove they can best them in physical combat.

At first, Groot seems to know what he’s talking about.

“I am Groot.”

“But, do you think he’ll like that?”

“I am Groot.”

“Well, I guess so.

“I am Groot.”

“Wait, what?”

“I am Groot. I am Groot.”

“God, Groot! I can’t do that! That’s disgusting!”

Mantis’ advice to show your genuine love for him is sweet, but unhelpful.

Quill and Rocket start arguing.

Quill tells you you should dance for the kid, and maybe sing for him, too.

Rocket counters that you should instead just bring him to Contraxia and have the night of your lives.

So, you decide to take some of all of that and make it romantic.

The Guardians allow you to borrow a two-person Ravager ship (Rocket gives it enough fuel to make it to Contraxia and back, just in case)

You show up in New York at Peter’s apartment in the morning. May lets you in, and you hide so that you can put your hands over Peter’s eyes when he exits his room for breakfast and say “guess who?”

Quill did this once to Gamora. He could barely breathe for a week after what she did to him. Thankfully, Peter is more receptive.

You announce that you are kidnapping Peter for an anniversary date, and playfully haul him over your shoulder. The kiss he gives you when you set him down in the space ship indicates that you pulled it off correctly.

“Where are we going, Y/N?”

You tell him it’s a surprise. It’s hard to hold hands while working the controls, but you manage.

The first planet you take him to has an inverted gravity. You both have fun attempting to jump towards the ground and falling back towards the sky. Peter gets to swing wildly through the air, gets confused by the odd gravity, and falls, but you catch him and rescue him before he can get too far - up? down?.

Lots of “my hero” kisses.

You stop for a breakfast on Nova, because you get special treatment there.

And then you and Peter go exploring on a beach planet made up of 99% water and 1% caves filled with bioluminescent plants that glow when you get close.

He’s soooo excited, and he tries to explain how bioluminescence works, but he can’t really talk very well when he’s so happy.

You laze on the beach together.

And then comes lunch and a show on what is known as a party planet - filled to the brim with entertainment attractions. You eat at a comedy club geared towards humanoid species. There’s a lot of A’askavariian humor, but the rest is funny enough.

After that, you travel to a planet that is an endless pastoral plain filled with wildflowers that blossom and die and spread and make new flowers in minutes. You two chase each other through the fields, playing tag

And then you sit down under a tree to watch the sun set on this planet and to have a picnic dinner

“This has been incredible, Y/N. Really.” Peter tells you.

“I’m glad you liked it. I really wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

He’s not even looking around. Just at you. “It already is.”

And he leans forward and kisses you...

Yes, you do get Peter home on time, because if there’s one thing you’re more afraid of than the Guardians attacking Peter, it’s getting attacked by Aunt May.

But you make plans to see each other very soon.

#male reader #peter parker x male reader #guardians of the galaxy x male reader #spider man x male reader #avengers headcanons #marvel headcanons #headcanons

[deke-abed-spencer]

Marvel Fandom

Fics I want more of:

Extremis!Tony

Extremis! Pepper (like she just keeps it)

Any Marvel Character x Male!Reader

^ it can be very irritating and/or dysphoria-inducing to only be able to read female!reader fics.

Gamora x Reader fics

Nebula x Reader fics

^Like it's honestly difficult to find like many GOTG fics in general. (Pls don't write Rocket, Groot, or Mantis fics cause beastiality, dendrophilia, and she's aro-ace)

Peter Parker x Tony's Son (same age as Peter obviously)

^ I've seen plenty with Tony's daughter but they write Tony as a (sometimes borderline) helicopter parent and it's annoyingly ooc

Soulmate AUs

Neurodivergent characters (original and/or headcannon) (ADD/ADHD and Autism. Not just one or the other.)

Trans characters (original/headcannon)

NB!Reader

Sibling Fics

^ Loki's Sibling, Tony's Sibling, Peter's Sibling, etc

Poly Fics that aren't purely sexual

Aro-ace!Reader / aro-ace!oc

Add more you want more of

#marvel fics

[xmr-deity]

Fandoms I write for (as of now)

Note: I very rarely write female character x male readers, so don’t ask please.

Harry Potter (and FB&WTFT)

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

The Dragon Prince

She-Ra: Princess of Power

Gravity Falls

Steven Universe

The Dream SMP (mcyoutubers CHARACTERS not the irl people)

MCU (Avengers, GotG)

The Adventure Zone (Balance, Commitment, Amnesty, Graduation)

Critical Role (2nd campaign halfway, 3rd campaign caught up)

The Arcana (One of the very few I’ll write a female x male reader) ((Nadia is so hot))

Welcome to Nightvale

LotR

Supernatural

Good Omens

The Witcher

Merlin

Riverdale

Teen Wolf

Umbrella Academy

The Mandolorian

Sally Face

Overwatch

Genshin Impact

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Mystic Messenger

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

Assassination Classroom

Noragami

Blue Exorcist

Dr. Stone

One Punch Man

Black Butler

Attack on Titan

Death Note

Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

Haikyuu

Sailor Moon

Homestuck

The Stormlight Archive (Only the 1st book, Way Of Kings, and the first half of words of radiance right now)

Skyward/Starsight

#fanfic #fanfiction #x male reader #fanfic author #open requests #harry potter #wizarding world #fantastic beasts and where to find them #Vld #voltron: legendary defender #avatar: the last airbender #atla #mcu #avengers #taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #taz amnesty #taz commitment #welcome to nightvale #spn #sally face #loz botw #overwatch #bnha #mystic messenger #black butler #attack on titan #good omens #mcyt