#i have another request for this prompt but specifically with tony | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

iam93percentstardust · 2 months

Note

*insert french laugh* Did someone say to send a prompt? Ahoy! Have no fear for I am here. How about stevetony kiss prompt with the dialogue "i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"? Could Steve be the one to also say it? <3

naferty fren!!! yesss always happy to write steve for you <3

@soliloquent-stark also requested this prompt + "If you win, I'll kiss you" so I rolled y'all into one

Steve does follow his physical therapy plan religiously, and sure enough, by the time the next season—his final season, as a senior now—rolls around, he’s declared fit to play. And, fuck, does he play. Determined to prove himself even better after his recovery, to prove that Rollins couldn’t get him down, he leads his team to victory after victory and then to the playoffs and now to the championship.

Tony ducks into the locker room before the game, ignoring the good-natured wolf-whistles and catcalls from Steve’s teammates as he picks his way through the equipment littered across the room. It’s been an open secret for ages that Steve was seeing an omega, and after his injury last season, it became an open secret that Steve was specifically seeing Tony because he kept showing up to fuss over him, but none of them would ever turn him in. They have too much respect for their captain and quarterback, and anyway, most of them think the zero fraternization rules are just as ridiculous as they do.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve says, beaming at him. “How was your exam?”

Tony makes a face. He hadn’t flown over with the team yesterday, being required to take an exam for one of his courses—something about mechanics, which Steve had listened to all the ranting about, nodding sympathetically since that was about as much as he understood.

“That bad?” Steve asks.

Tony scowls. “No. It was boring. If you’re gonna make a big deal about this exam being the ‘hardest exam of the entire semester’—” he adopts a suitably dramatic tone for the quote—“then it should at least be difficult, right? I overstudied way too much for that thing. I don’t think it took me more than about ten minutes.”

“Maybe that’s just because you’re impressive.”

“Or maybe Dr. Kean’s not nearly as scary as she thinks she is.”

Steve hums. He doesn’t completely agree—no one knows how smart Tony is better than he does after years of listening to Tony telling him about his inventions—but he’s not going to argue the point. He wasn’t there; for all he knows, everyone was done with the exam after ten minutes.

“I’m glad to see you here,” he says instead. “I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

Tony makes a dismissive gesture. “What’s a little light sprinting through the airport to catch the next flight?”

“And the TSA let you?”

“I told ‘em I was going to support my alpha, and they practically made a hole for me themselves. They’re big Steve Rogers’ fans, you know.”

It’s Steve’s turn to make a face. He doesn’t know how he feels about having fans. No, that’s not true. He knows exactly how he feels, and he doesn’t like it.

Tony laughs, “Yeah, exactly.”

Steve hears the coach starting to round people up for the pregame pep talk and says, “You better get out there. Don’t want you to miss the kickoff.”

“Hmm, yeah, probably,” Tony agrees and starts to walk away, grinning when Steve reels him back in. “What?”

“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” Steve asks.

“No?”

That innocent look on his face isn’t fooling Steve one bit. He reminds him, “Kiss for luck?”

Tony thinks about it, then gives him a teasing smile. “Hmm, I’m gonna have to go with no.”

Steve blinks at him. “No?”

“Yeah, no. But if you win, I’ll kiss you then.”

He darts away before Steve can catch him to kiss him himself, cackling like mad as he dodges his hand. Steve watches him go and shakes his head fondly. Well, now that Tony’s laid a challenge on him, guess he’ll have to win.

Looking back on it, he’ll be able to remember the game in excruciating detail. He’ll be able to sit down with Tony and watch the highlights and comment on what he was thinking at each moment of the game. Today though, it feels like barely a minute has passed before he’s standing in the winners box, looking at Tony beaming from ear to ear while someone asks him how he feels.

“Amazing,” he says honestly. He almost says something about Tony, but stops himself at the last second. That moment feels too private, too them to share on national television. He gives another couple of soundbites before the mic moves to Peter, who’d made the winning touchdown in the last second, literally.

“I think I just kind of blacked out when I caught that last ball,” Peter says blankly, still clearly in shock. “I just ran for it. I’m lucky I moved at all.”

Everyone chuckles and then they’re finally allowed down off the stage. Steve makes a beeline straight for Tony, vaguely acknowledging the people who try to talk to him. Tony is waiting for him with a softer, more teasing smile.

“Congratulations, quarterback,” Tony says once he reaches him.

“Thanks,” Steve says, grinning at him. “Now, if I remember correctly, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”

“Oh, is that what part this is?” Tony asks, arching his eyebrows.

“Pretty sure. I did win, after all.”

“Well, if you won,” Tony says exaggeratedly, but grabs ahold of Steve’s jersey and yanks him in. He smiles again, bright and warm and so, so proud, and then leans up and kisses him. And it’s a perfect moment, the best way to cap off the best season Steve has ever had. Steve wraps his arms around him, holding him close, and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him.

#alle writes #alle answers #stevetony #if you like please reblog #i have another request for this prompt but specifically with tony #so that'll get rolled into the second kiss prompt fics

38 notes · View notes

nicoline1998enilocin · 1 month

Text

Cuddle bug

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | ~ 900 words

SUMMARY | Steve comes home from a long mission, and all he wants is to be cuddled up in bed with his favorite person. However, your shared secret threatens to be spilled when your good friend walks in the door and finds the two of you in bed together.

RATING | Teen (T)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established (secret) relationship, use of nickname (Doll).

A/N | This little drabble is written based on a request I received from a sweet Anon! As soon as I saw this prompt, I couldn't resist writing a little something, so I hope you will all enjoy it! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm forever grateful. I love you 🩷

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Source

Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist

Steve has been away on an extended mission—three and a half weeks and counting—and you're missing him more than ever. The two of you started dating only a few months ago, though it mainly takes place behind closed doors. You cannot get enough of one another whenever you are alone. Still, when other people are around, it is strictly professional—apart from the occasional reassuring smile you give one another.

Within the Avengers, there is no opposition to team members dating. Still, Steve has specifically asked to keep your relationship a secret because he wants to explore the connection between you two. It is the perfect way to get to know each other personally, and the last few months have been amazing because of that.

Now, you find yourself in your bedroom, curled up in your comfiest armchair with a good book and Alpine beside you. Since Bucky is on the same mission as Steve, you have taken over her care, and she's purring away in her sleep on the windowsill, enjoying the warm spring sun.

Just as you're about to finish your chapter, you hear a knock on your door, and you look up, expecting Natasha or maybe Tony to come by, but when you see who walks in the door, you smile brightly. Steve is back from his mission.

"Hi, Doll. I missed you," he tells you as he walks into the room, and your book lies abandoned in your chair. He's still wearing his suit and the shield on his back, letting you know he came to visit you right away, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"Steve, you're back already! I thought you would be gone for another few days!" Your arms are wrapped around his waist as you plaster yourself against his chest. His heartbeat thumps against your cheek as he gives you soft kisses on the top of your head. His hands rub soothingly over your back as he inhales your sweet scent.

"Mission got wrapped up early, so I figured I'd come home to my girl as soon as possible," Steve says. You lift your head to meet his gaze, warmth spreading through your cheeks as he calls you his girl.

"I love it when you call me your girl; it makes me feel special," you say shyly, and Steve can't help but chuckle.

"I'm glad because I cannot stop calling you that," he tells you before kissing you in a sweet, soft kiss. You two take your time to bask in one another's familiarity, but he pulls away when he can feel a shiver run down your spine.

"I think it's time we had some cuddles, Doll. You're shivering," he whispers, and you nod.

"That sounds good. You know I can't warm up properly with you there," you tell him, and he smiles knowingly. Before you know it, Steve has put down the shield, and his suit is folded neatly on top. As he bends down to put his boots away as well, you happen to glance over, and you're met with the glorious sight of Steve's butt being wrapped perfectly by his light blue boxer briefs, highlighting it beautifully.

"Hmm, so that is America's ass," you say jokingly. You have seen it clothed and bare countless times, but you still can't help saying it. The bright red flush covering Steve's cheeks has you smiling wide, and you can't get enough of the sight.

You have also taken your clothes off, being left in your underwear as you crawl under the covers with Steve. Due to the super soldier serum, his body temperature is always warmer than a regular person's, so he makes a perfect cuddle companion during the nights and colder months.

"Welcome back, Steve. I missed you and your warmth so much," you whisper when you're lying in his arms, your leg thrown over his, his arm wrapped around you, and your head on his chest. The comforter is pulled up to your chin, and you're just about to fall asleep when you hear a few knocks on your door.

"Y/N? I'm here to pick up Alpine!" you hear Bucky's voice carry through the door before he swings it open, and you immediately sit upright in the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest, leaving Steve exposed in the bed in the process.

"B-Bucky, hi!" you say as embarrassment floods your body that you're caught in bed with your boyfriend. Bucky's face turns bright red as he looks at the two of you, his mouth opening and closing without words as he tries to understand what's happening. Without saying another word, he turns around and closes the door behind him, leaving you two to wonder what just happened.

"I should go talk to him, Doll," Steve says as he leans in for a kiss, which you happily give him.

"Okay, but only if you promise to come back soon. I can't miss you for too long again!" you tell him, and he nods with a smile before jumping into his pants. The rest of his suit and his shield are left behind as he runs after Bucky to explain what is going on between you two.

While you were embarrassed at first, you're also a little relieved that you can finally share the love between you two with someone. This is going to be the first step to telling everyone about your relationship, too. It won't be long before you don't have to carry this secret around anymore, and you're looking forward to that day finally being here.

462 notes · View notes

ynscrazylife · 1 year

Note

If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

Thanks again 🍣🍣🍣

To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

Main Masterlist | MCU Masterlist

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me firstand b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. “I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

Permanent Taglist: @hehehehannahthings @paulawand @blackbat2020 @cerberus-spectre @snipyloulou @cc13723things @passionswift @drayshadow @amaryllis23 @storysimp @lamieshelmy @galacticstxrdust @a-lil-bit-nuts @marvel-to-infinity @maryseesthings @lovelyy-moonlight @dumb-fawkin-bitch @thewidowsghost @cowboybabyyy @rootbeerfaygo @immathinker @espressopatronum454 @ladyrebel29-blog @1694 @loverofthings2425 @kabloswrld @yourfavdummy

238 notes · View notes

shzmluvrs · 7 months

Note

this is so random but i feel like i need to share the mental image of 2019 freddy eating cornflakes

~ Star✨️

Freddy's Frosted Flakes

Prompt: Just your average teenage boy eating cereal. Nothing crazy going on here🥱. Well, besides saving the world. At the butt-crack of dawn. Again. Why can't the poor boy just be left to eat his cereal in peace🥲?

Timeline: Post Shazam! Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: None⚡️Well, probably some cursing⚡️Frosted Flakes (if you don't like Tony the Tiger, should you really even be here🤨?)⚡️Freddy being silly lol⚡️Reader is mentioned like, once, maybe twice

Reader: Non-Specified! Any Pronouns! Knows the secret!

Requested By: @anon-2019

Back to Master List

I wanna say this first real quick, if you don't know what Frosted Flakes even, are, here...

youtube

Corny, yes, but at least now you know🤷🏽‍♀️.

Anyways...

I'm not saying Frosted Flakes are his fave (yesIam), but when he requests for them every time Victor goes to the store and is one of the first to be searching through the bags the second he gets home specifically for them, it's hard to believe otherwise.

Personally, I don't think Freddy is the biggest morning person. Will he wake up? Sure. But don't expect him to be his "normal" self, all talkative and head running a mile per minute. He's probably the opposite.

Head empty, no thoughts, quiet mouth. Very much ghost activity, just wandering around his room in a daze looking for clothes that aren't just his boxers, and then downstairs with only the click of his crutch hitting the floor to be heard.

He rubs his eyes, and he finds the house empty, Rosa out shopping, Victor at work, his siblings? Who knows. Who cares. He's hungry.

He's stumbling into the kitchen, murmuring to himself about early-monring nonsense while opening the fridge door and scanning its contents.

Oh, sweet. Juice.

Knowing he shouldn't, having been told many times before, he drinks straight from the carton. He waterfalls it, at the very least, and then he spots the milk. Milk goes in a bowl along with a spoon and-

"Cereal." He mumbles again because he's still hungry💀.

I imagine he's the type to be very unconventional with his eating utensils if he has to be. If there are no clean spoons, he's eating that shit with a fork. Better yet, a small ladel because A) he'll be damned if he's gonna be washing any dishes this early in the day. And B) better for scooping anyway. If there's no clean bowls? He'll eat his cereal out of some tupperware🤷🏽‍♀️.

Also, sorry to disappoint, but he's a "milk first, then cereal" kinda guy. It severely threw you and Billy off when you first watched him do this, Mary said it was "illogical" and Pedro and Eugene make fun of him every time he does it.

You know what? On second thought, he's kind of glad no one's home to see him eat his cereal💀✋🏽.

Speaking of you...

"Mor-nin-g ... an-gel-....cake ... kissy sign..." He spells out under his breath, sending off the message with a smug feeling about him before placing his phone back down and scarfing down more of his cereal.

He's definitely a messy eater, milk all down his chin, food barely in his mouth because he's shoved in so much. At least he has the decency not to smack (because that drives even him, one of the messiest of eaters, nuts).

I also think he's definitely the type to have more than one bowl. Especially if there's milk left behind from the first one? He's not drinking that, he's using it for another helping💀. And he'll repeat the process until it's all gone.

But, if you didn't stop him, and you let him re-pour as much as he wanted, he'd eat (I'd say) 4-6 bowls max, depending on how hungry he is that day.

He's also the type to, when he's hungry but doesn't feel like fully cooking something for himself, or just try too hard in the kitchen in general (lazy ass😒), there he goes for those Frosted Flakes. He's convinced it's versatile, a breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, and/or dessert food. Rosa has had to stop him from proving this point on several occasions; she will not let any son of hers live off of and eat up an entire box of cereal🥴💀.

ESPECIALLY IF ITS JUST BEEN OPENED OMG!! She gets salty if a box of cereal has just been opened and it's already half gone within a day. Like, she understands she lives with seven other people, but goddamn, there's no excuse for that😭.

'Vzz-Vzz!'

Freddy smiles to himself, mouth still full, but he can't help it because he's excited to see what flirty little morning response you had come up w-

'Hey dude idk if u kno this but the world needs saving so get ur captain i-have-all-powers ass up and come help'

"Mncht..." He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Leave it to Billy to kill his early morning groove...

He set his spoon down in order to use both hands/thumbs, fully indulging himself in having attitude with his mocking tone while he typed.

"I'm actually referred to as Captain Everypower, so get it right and maybe I'll come help."

Billy's response?

'🤓☝🏻'

Freddy groaned to himself, wanting- No, wishing nothing more than to just be able to finish his bowl of cereal. Normally, he'd be at least on his second bowl by now, but nope. Now he's gotta deal with some catastrophe on a half-empty stomach.

'Vzz-Vzz!'

"What now...?!"

'Morning Freds♡'

'Saw the news...'

Oh. It was you again. His frustration subsided for a moment, shoveling as much as he could into his mouth as he quickly sent, '🙄 so did I. Do I have to??'.

Not that he knew, but you had giggled on the other end.

Not that you knew, but upon seeing your response, he giggled, too, and the butterflies in his chest made this whole ordeal a little less miserable...

'Go save the world, Superman😘.'

This was silly, thank you sm for this lmao😭😻.

~ Star✨️

Back to Master List

Taglist:

@anon-2019

20 notes · View notes

l1tw1ck · 2 years

Text

Writelist

I write: AFAB Characters & AMAB Characters (genderfluid, cis male, ftm, non-binary, and any masc-aligned gender)

Anybody 18+ is allowed to read and interact with my work as long as you're respectful and don't ask me to write female reader

DNI: Basic DNI criteria, if you support or write fics about real people

The more specific the request, the better. Don't be afraid to go into alarming detail.

Please don't copy and paste your request (in another ask or in my comment sections) if I don't respond to it. I won't answer a request until I've finished it so please be patient

If you want a part two, you're more likely to get one if you specify what you want in it. Most of the time I don't have any ideas if I planned on it being a oneshot

What I will NOT write:

Female Reader, Female Character, Scat, Incest (Pseudo-Incest is Fine), Age Play, Misgendering, Transphobia

Things You Can Request:

- Fics, Thirsts, Shorts, Headcanons, Drafts

- For shorts you can just give me a character (up to 4 per post) and a prompt or trope or whatever and I'll write a small little piece about it

Bottom Reader

tell me if you're okay with afab language or not if asking for ftm reader. i wont use it by default

Characters I'll write for bottom reader: Zhongli, Ajax, Itto, Ayato, Diluc, Diavolo, William Afton, Enji Todoroki, Scott Howl, Hopper, Joel Miller, Michael Myers, Ghostface (Danny, Billy),

I will not write bottom reader for anybody not listed above

Fandoms I write for

feel free to ask if I would write for any fandom not listed here

The fandoms I've been asked about but don't write for: AOT, COD, Twilight, Sk8, JJK, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss,

Genshin Impact

All Male Characters (Not including Fontaine)

My Hero Academia

Class 1-A, Aizawa, LOV, Monoma, Tamaki, Mirio, Shinso, Enji Todoroki

Danganronpa

All male characters in Trigger Happy Havoc and Goodbye Despair

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Argyle, Jim Hopper, Billy Hargrove

Haikyuu

Kenma Kozume, Testuro Kuroo, Karasuno Volleyball Team, Keishin Ukai, Oikawa

The Disastrous Life of Saiki Kusuo

Saiki, Kaido, Kuboyasu, Saiko

Twisted Wonderland

Idia, Lilia, Leona, Malleus, Jack, Vil, Rook

Detroit Become Human

Markus, Connor

Obey Me

The Demon Brothers, Diavolo, Simeon, Solomon, Barbatos

FNAF

Michael Afton & Michael Schmidt, William Afton

Monster Prom

Scott Howl, Damien LaVey, Liam De Lioncourt, Oz, Brian Yu

Stardew Valley

Shane, Sebastian, Alex, Demetrius, Kent, Harvey, Elliott, Sam

Horror & Slasher

Michael Myers, Ghostface (Danny Johnson, Stu, Billy), Dwight Riley, Losers Club (1990, 2019), Patrick Bateman, Kurt Kunkle, John Doe, Chad Meeks-Martin, Wes Hicks, Ethan Landry

Bungou Stray Dogs

Atsushi Nakajima, Osamu Dazai, Doppo Kunikida, Ranpo Edogawa, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Chuuya Nakahara

One Punch Man

Genos, Speed o Sound Sonic

Hunter x Hunter

Kurapika, Leorio, Feitan

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Honkai Star Rail

Caelus, Dan Heng, Sampo, Welt, Jing Yuan, Gepard, Luocha, Blade, Luka, Argenti, Veritas Ratio, Gallagher, Sunday, Adventurine

Marvel

Spider-Man (Raimi, TASM, MCU, Insomniac, Miguel, Peter B. Parker, Hobie Brown), Spider-Noir, Tony Stark, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Harry Osborn, Eddie Brock, Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Deadpool,

Scott Pilgrim

Scott Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Gideon Graves, Matthew Patel, Wallace Wells, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Todd Ingram

Supernatural

Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Misc

Bruce Wayne, Edward Nygma (The Batman), Clark Kent (MAWS), Jimmy Olsen (MAWS), James (Pokémon), Arven (Pokémon), Joel Miller (TLOU), Leon Kennedy, Luis Sera, Stein (Soul Eater), Spirit (Soul Eater), Reigen Arataka, Link

#🕯️bnha #🕯️scott pilgrim (series)#🕯️supernatural #🕯️pokemon #🕯️marvel #🕯️honkai star rail #🕯️harry potter #🕯️scream #🕯️hxh #🕯️bsd #🕯️genshin #🕯️tlou #🕯️twst

178 notes · View notes

fanficsandfluff · 2 years

Text

Tickletober 2022 - Day 5: Punishment

A/N: Thank you to @softaneasy who requested this one. Truthfully, I do not ship Stony, nor do I like writing the character of Steve Rogers. And I was initially gonna turn this prompt down. But the writing angel/demon living inside me told me to go outside my comfort zone for this Tickletober. So here we are!

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Tony had been acting a bit too snarky at the team meetings nowadays. At first, the crew chalked it up to a bad hair day or waking up on the wrong side of the bed. But after it persisted for three or four meetings, it was clear there was something larger looming over the billionaire philanthropist.

Steve approached Tony after the fifth team meeting where he sent everyone off scoffing, particular Natasha this time. Normally unphased by Tony's words, this meeting's aim had been directed mostly at her.

"Hey," Steve stopped Tony from exiting and they were the only two left in the room, "Do I have to ask?"

"Maybe you do, cap. Be a little more specific."

"Why are you a raving asshole lately?"

The language took Tony by surprise and actually got a grin out of him, "Productivity has been well below average, trying to boost morale by tearing everyone down first, so they can eventually rise together to fight against the stigma. Isn't that was leadership is all about?"

"No, not at all, actually."

"Well, to each their own," Tony then attempted to walk out past Steve, but Captain America gripped onto Tony's shoulder after he passed him and got close enough to the door.

"Tony," Steve sighed, "I know there's more going on here. I'm willing to forgive it all if you just act a little nicer from here on out, hm?"

"We'll see, Rogers," Tony left the room this time, whistling to himself. Steve narrowed his eyes and watched him walk down the hallway, "I'll give you one more chance, Stark."

"And I'll be eagerly awaiting the consequences post said chance," Tony had spun around to deliver his parting remarks and walked backwards for a few paces before turning down a corner.

And another meeting came and went, no changes from Iron Man. This time his target was poor Bruce Banner. Steve bided his time as everyone left the room and even waited for Tony to leave, knowing he was headed for his lab. Tony tended to work on a routine nowadays, so it was easy to track him.

The sliding doors to the lab whooshed open for Steve after he made it downstairs.

"Office hours aren't until tomorrow, sport," Tony chided, readying a pair of goggles and gloves for the work he was about to set out on.

"Oh, I'll be quick. Here to follow up on a threat," Steve was approaching Tony by his work station.

"Threat?" Tony turned around and eyed Steve, "My Captain America doesn't threaten, he moreso saves and leads and throws his little dinner plate around. Oh! You mean about the--"

"Yeah, your punishment, let's call it," Steve was now sporting a grin. The silence between the two hung in the air a few beats too long, and it was long enough for Tony's own smug look to be wiped from his face.

"Wait--" was the only thing he could get out before Steve pinned him against his own work table, high enough for the edge of the table to be caught in the small of Tony's back.

"Jesus, cap, at least take me out to dinner fi-hirst," an unwanted giggle slipped its way out of Tony's lips when he felt thick fingers prodding into his ribs.

"Do you ever stop talking?" Steve asked Tony, wanting to sound exasperated but it mostly came out teasing, with a small smile still on his face. His fingers dug right in, not playing games. This was a punishment, after all, for Tony's constant being a dick to everyone.

Tony yelped and he wanted to shrink down to the floor but Steve's strength and superior girth kept Tony upright. He laughed against his will and it was loud laughter because god dammit Steve knew how to tickle.

"Fuhucking stop!" Tony begged, his hands tightening onto Steve's wrists but was unable to stop their path. Steve worked his hands down until the thumbs dug into the crevices of Tony's hips, mostly exposed due to his low-rise pants. Tony screamed and he did manage to collapse halfway, so Steve's hands had to stop tickling him there, thank god. But now Steve pulled one of Tony's arms up, easy enough since the billionaire hadn't let go of his wrist yet, and pinned that hand to the table.

"N-nno," Tony protested, "No, Rogers, don't. Don't do it."

"Don't do what? Get under here?" he fluttered the fingers of his free hand under Tony's arm, which was now wide open.

"SHIHIhiiiit! You bastard!" Tony growled, stomping his foot on the floor, "Lemme go! Let me go right now!"

"You're in no position to be making threats now, Stark," Steve smirked and he used all the force of his fingertips to dig in and around Tony's armpit, partially exposed to the elements because of the very short sleeve shirt Tony was wearing. Not quite a tank top, but tight enough to leave a space for skin-to-skin touches.

Tony laughed, throwing his head back as his other hand came up to try and ward off Steve's fingers. But he was laughing so hard his coordination was off.

"I'm gonna get you to apologize to everyone," Steve spoke about serious matters as if he wasn't literally tickling his friend and coworker to near death, "And you're not gonna take out whatever shit you got going on on the team."

"OkAY! OKAY!" Tony agreed immediately.

Steve rose a brow and he smirked, "I didn't think you'd cave that quickly. When am I supposed to deliver my big speech?" he pulled Tony until he was standing again and he now rested both his hands on either side of Tony's stomach.

"Plehehease no," Tony giggled and it was almost cute. Hands were at Steve's wrists once more, waiting for the inevitable.

"I have to. This isn't a real punishment if I don't get the worst spot on you," Steve smiled once more, a bigger, brighter one this time. And both hands wreaked havoc on Tony's belly. One hand vibrated its claw shape right in the middle and the other slipped under said tight shirt that had already risen up and was scratching at the tender skin across Tony's waistband.

Now Tony really did scream. His laughter rung out loud and clear and his arms couldn't do a thing. He tried hunching forward, falling to the floor, considered head-butting Steve for a hot second there, but nothing came to fruition. Tony laughed so hard he snorted as Steve's fingers finally lifted off his very ticklish torso.

"Gohohod," Tony snorted again and he hated it, "You're even more of an asshole than me, old man," he was breathing heavily, wiping sweat from his brow. He watched as Steve was walking out of his lab.

"Maybe you just needed a little lightening of your spirits," Steve said in return and before he got in the elevator to go back upstairs, he added, "I hope you've learned your lesson."

Tony gave Steve a thumbs up followed by a very pronounced middle finger. Steve laughed as the elevator doors closed and Tony huffed out a chuckle. Maybe he did need that. Hm, tickle punishment works. Who knew?

98 notes · View notes

britishserpent · 2 years

Text

Loki Fanfiction - Master List

Stumbled upon my Tumblr and not sure where to start? All of my work is listed below with a short summary.

Please note although most of my work contains explicit sexual content, it is consensual between the characters and they are of legal age. Posts of this nature are clearly marked 18+ Please do not engage if it's not your thing / you are under age.

Longer Work

Insubordination - 18+ Explicit Content (Loki x Female, Currently Chapter 11) Wattpad / AO3 only.

This was the first Loki fic I wrote and is currently on hiatus while I re-work it. It will be updated, it's just quite a bit to get through!

The Palace Baths - 18+ Explicit Content (Prince Loki x Female Servant, Ongoing)

Originally a One Shot. I couldn't help but continue this one. Prince Loki has never paid a female servant any mind, or so she thought. He unexpectedly extends an invitation to one of his exclusive gatherings late at night, hosted in the Palace Baths.

The Palace Baths, Part 1

The Palace Baths, Part 2

The Palace Baths, Part 3

The Palace Baths, Part 4

One Shots - 18+ Explicit Content (Loki x Reader)

These are all posted as collections on Wattpad & AO3 if you prefer to read on those platforms.

Happy Birthday, Mr President (President Loki x Female)

During a televised Birthday performance, President Loki teases his pet, leaving her squirming during the Birthday meal that follows.

A Prayer Answered (Loki x Female)

Hard day at work? Unable to settle, the readers mind drifts to thoughts of Loki, only to find the God himself stood at the foot of her bad after hearing her call.

Occupied (Loki x Female Rival - Request)

Tired of the crowds of swooning maidens Prince Thor attracts to the training grounds, a female warrior finds somewhere a little quieter to train. Only she's not left in peace for long when Prince Loki disturbs her.

The King of Jotunheim (Jotunn Loki x Female)

The King of Jotunheim, Part 2 (Jotunn Loki x Female)

Loki never left Jotunheim. Following the death of his father, he inherits the throne and quickly improves the realm for its inhabitants. Alfheim has been carefully watching from afar and arranges a visit to form a treaty. Rader has been selected to protect the dignitaries during their trip, only they have other plans for her…

Nervous? (Lady Loki x Female)

Set on Asgard, the reader spots a mysterious, enchanting woman walking through the halls of the palace. Lady Loki is quick to spot the reader's gawping and follows them into the library.

Saviour (Female Warrior x Prince Loki)

When a serpentine beast wages an attack on Asgard, the warriors are quick to defend the realm with Prince Thor and Prince Loki by their side. Only things don't go to plan.

Breakfast (Female Chef at Avengers Tower x Loki)

Tony Stark has hosted yet another grand party at the Avenger's Tower. Reader refuses her invitation, instead offering to cover the breakfast shift so her colleagues can have a good time.

Undeniable (Female x Loki)

Set before Thor arrives in Thor: Ragnarok, the realm comes to terms with the death of Prince Loki. Loki's plan of appearing as Odin is going perfectly well… until an old acquaintance uncovers his secret.

Shorter Works

Protective / Comforting Loki (Loki x Anxious Reader) - 643 Words Loki comforts reader following a panic attack. Based on my own personal experience with anxiety.

What If… Loki Episode 1 (Loki x Sigyn) - 566 Words Just a shorter piece about how that would have happened if Sigyn had been waiting for Loki in the Gobi Desert.

Bite-Sized Smut - 18+ Explicit Content

#1 - Loki is questioned on his abilities in the bedroom and takes the opportunity to prove his talent to his sceptical volunteer. (Loki x Female, 190 Words)

Requests

I am open to requests, whether it's a line prompt or something more specific. I love hearing what you would like to read, so please let me know!

Just a few things to note:

Please do not request non-con, I am not comfortable writing this.

I always have multiple stories that I'm working on, so there may be a delay in my answer while I complete any current work.

All requests are appreciated, and I carefully contemplate each one, thinking up a plot that would work. Please do not be offended if I do not complete your request, I find it impossible to do my best work if it's not something I 100% connect with.

Dividers from @firefly-graphics post which can be found here.

#loki masterlist #masterlist #master list #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki fandom #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mcu loki #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #loki smut #loki x reader #loki series

282 notes · View notes

polizwrites · 1 year

Text

WIP Update - 29 March 2023

Another normal-ish week, writing wise. I touched 6 fics (4 WIPs & 2 new works) for a total of xxxx words. That puts me at over 30k for the first quarter of the year, which means I’m on track for around 120k words for 2023!

On Ao3, I posted:

Making All Things New - (Chapter 1 of 2?) omega sex worker!Bucky takes on Alpha Cap!Steve as a client.

Rite of Spring - Steve POV pre-war reflective domestic-type ficlet.

On Tumblr I posted:

Truth and Consequences - TFatWS compliant Sam & Bucky Sam POV ficlet.

I have 15 active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Stucky and Avengers bingos.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 700 words towards the 2100 we have so far.

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Fifteen fills and 2 WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining - no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something! (maybe the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* N2 - Okoye – A Refuge for Rogues is an alternating POV viewpoint of Steve & Bucky’s arrival in Wakanda, and crosses over with with a March ACB adoptable (Ayo) It’s coming in at 700 words and will post Friday.

*N3 - FREE – used this for Chapter 1 of Making All Things New. This is a Cap!Steve/Modern Sex Worker!Bucky A/B/O AU with Chapter 2 currently coming in at 488 words - estimating another 500-ish words unless the Smut Fairy gets carried away.

*O1 - Identity Porn - Delivering the Goods is in progress - a WinterIron –>Stuckony Steve POV fic based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt from February’s Discord party: **Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn** “Steve was tired of playing the big, strong hero, the one who had to make hard choices. He needed someone who had no idea who he was telling him what to do … and that he was a good boy for doing it. " It’s crossing over with my Steve Rogers WIB square and currently sitting at 879 words and may come in around 1.5k depending on what the Smut Fairy has to say.

* O3 - Domesticity - posted Rite of Spring this morning to Ao3. this pre-war domestic-feeling reflective fic is a crossover with a previous Flash Fiction Friday prompt: [FFF194 - Tree of Life] and came in at 369 words.

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine). Will probably continue on this sometime in April.

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics square – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!

WinterIron - No Powers AU – Stony No Powers AU

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This time around the card is a 3x3, so am looking at writing different pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve. I have 3 fills completed and two WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play.

* B3 - Mistaken Identity - I’m planning a third chapter of my Tony/Rhodey Western AU Decision at Sundown based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle” FFC23 prompt. The expansion will make both this square (and probably the fic itself) more explicit. 😁

* C1 - Babysitter AU - Started working on a collab with MagicaDraconia16 - tentatively titled Peremesnik (aka Three Avengers and a Baby). This will crossover with my ACB Babysitter square and will involve Steve, Bucky & Tony shenanigans.I’ve written about 1200 of the nearly 2k word count so far and we’re having fun with it!

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good Steve/Bucky (or Steve/Sam?) square.

Bucky Barnes Alt-Juniverse Connect Four Event [ends 30 Jun 2023]

Signed up for this event over at @buckybarnesevents - you get a four-square card featuring ideas for AUs. The prompts can be used as stand-alones or combined with each other or other events.

* C1 - Omegaverse - A perfect fit for Chapter 2 of Making All Things New . It’s a Cap!Steve/Modern Sex Worker!Bucky A/B/O AU with Chapter 2 currently coming in at 488 words - estimating another 500-ish words unless the Smut Fairy gets carried away.

* C2 - Rich -- I’m thinking this will fit with Delivering the Goods - see Stucky Identity Porn above.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1] (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

This new bingo focuses on Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson as its main characters - paired up with each other or anyone else! I’ve got five completed fics, four WIPs and will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge -

* B1 - Knotting - see Stucky FREE square.

* B2 - AU: Fugitive - I combined this with the FF23 Pirate AU prompt to write Flying the Flag of Freedom. I plan on expanding it to bring Sam aboard (so to speak) but need to do some more research first.

* N4 - Deserted Island - combined this with a previous Flash Fiction Friday’s prompt [#FFF192 Sea and Sun] for Not Having Fun Down on the Bayou - Sam & Bucky missionfic shenanigans. It will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.

G1 - Isaiah Bradley - Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated. (possibly present day)

* G4 - Babysitting - see AvB Babysitting AU above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of A Rising Star - a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have two fills and one WIP - I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps bingo.

* B2 - Miscommunication - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [FFF195 Filled with Clarity] for Truth and Consequences - a TFatWS compliant Sam & Bucky Sam POV ficlet. It will get posted to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

A brand new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Signups for custom cards began on the 10th and will run through the 10th of April. For more info visit @bingowinteriron or PM me.

After taking care of my swaps, I have 1 fill completed and two WIPs. Still getting my thoughts together on what to match up with other cards, but think I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date

* I4 - Identity Porn - this will go along well with the in-progress Chapter 7 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) where Bucky meets Tony and they find a way to keep his identity a secret after all. It’s currently sitting at 2239 words and will probably nearly double that once all is said and done. Hoping to finally wrap this fic up in another chapter or so.

* O4 - Steve Rogers - see Stucky bingo Identity Porn above.

————

On other creative fronts: I have a Godzilla Stuffed With Character figure in progress. I have multiple commissions from the Hall of Heroes Comic Con to work on and am prepping for a con in June so am pretty well booked up through early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!). They’re mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #WIP Update #WIP Wednesday #shameless self promo

1 note · View note

marvelrarepairbingo · 2 years

Note

Hey! Can you maybe make a faq/rules post? Like what’s considered to be a rare pair, the examples of what’s going to be on a card, types of cards, dates, etc

Hey Anon! Sorry for the confusion. We do have pages for all those things you'd mentioned, but I realized today when we received your message and I read it on my phone that those links weren't showing up on the mobile app.

A quick rundown here on some of the questions is that in terms of a rare pair (which is also on the links listed below) is we're pretty open to leaving it up to the creator what various ships they feel fall into the category of rare pair. The only ones we would suggest shouldn't be considered rare would be pairings for example like Steve/Bucky and say Tony/Loki that are extremely popular within fandom and have lots of content about them. However, if someone wanted to do something with Tony/Loki/Bucky or Steve/Bucky/Clint or something like that for example, then those kind of creations would be allowed and considered for this bingo. It isn't that we don't love the more popular pairings because we absolutely do, but we want to get some more content out there for the less popular ships (or even the ones people might not have considered before)

As for the cards themselves because we want to offer a little bit more wiggle room, we offer three types of cards (with the option of NSFW or SFW) as well. Participants can choose a general bingo card, a character specific card or a pairing specific card. The information is listed on the FAQ page, but we don't mind copying them here as well if it helps :)

1. Character Specific Bingo Card: This card is for those who want to do a character specific bingo. The prompts will be ones that you can use for a specific character in your works. For example, if you have a Steve Rogers card, then you are free to decide what pairings you want (or don’t want since it doesn’t have to be romantic in tone) for Steve’s character. This option isn’t required but is one for those who want a more character specific card to work with.

2. Pairing Specific Bingo Card: This card is for those who want to focus on doing a bingo for a specific pairing. The fills will be geared towards creative projects centered around the pairing the participant requests. If you’d like to write for example Scott/Logan (from the X-Men) yet have a square where they have someone else in a poly relationship that’s acceptable as well as long as you focus on the pairing you wish to create for.

3. General Bingo Card: For those of you who would like a general bingo card, this card has prompts that you can apply to any characters or relationships that you feel fitting for the prompt. They do not have to be character specific nor do they have to be relationship specific. For example, if you want to write a story for Bucky/Loki for one prompt and then for another write a story about Natasha/Emma Frost that is well within the context of a general card. The purpose of a general card is just to offer up prompts and let your imagination run wild with who you would like to include in each particular prompt.

We go over that a bit more in the FAQ and Rules page.

That being said here are some links to that information for you :) 1. Rules Page 2. FAQ Page 3. Sign up Page

Again we're sorry for any confusion that the site format may have caused especially to those on mobile, so we hope that clears it up for you. If there are anymore questions please don't hesitate to ask! Thank you for your interest in the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo!

#marvel rare pairs bingo #ask #thanks anon!#anon #marvel rare pairs #marvel #bingo #marvel bingo

8 notes · View notes

omskivarwrites · 1 year

Text

Author’s note: This is another old prompt that I’d like to turn into an actual short story. I ran out of steam trying to figure out what to do next, and left a note for myself to watch more heist movies (which I never did), so this one cuts off rather abruptly. Still wanted to share, though. I like this one.

Also, if you find any [text like this], that’s figure-it-out-later filler that I missed.

Prompt: Letting go, 20s gangster, thief

“On my way to pick up Johnny.”

Harry slipped the phone back into the pocket of her uniform and shook her head. Normally she would leave it at home or in her car, but her client for this job was a micromanaging piece of work who wanted to know her every move. She’d tried to tell him that texting during a job was an unnecessary distraction that had gotten her caught more than once and left an incriminating paper trail, but he’d insisted that was one of the terms of the agreement. She kept him updated at all times, or he’d find someone who would agree to his terms. With the amount of money he was offering, and the not-so-subtle threat that the police would be informed who really stole the Dresden Green, Harry couldn’t say no.

No one said no to Tony Semenza.

Harry hadn’t taken more than three steps toward the door to the broom closet she was currently occupying before her phone buzzed. Again.

“Have a safe trip :)”

Rolling her eyes, Harry jammed the phone as deep into her pockets as it would go. At least she’d convinced Semenza of the importance of using a code. The idiot had honestly thought “the package” was vague enough to not be suspicious. How had the grandson of Marlon “The Knife” Semenza grown up not knowing the basics of avoiding jail time? The family must have had a seriously good and/or expensive lawyer on retainer.

Okay. One more time. Taking a deep breath (and pausing just before she turned the door handle to allow for another ill-timed text from her employer) Harry straightened her shoulders and stepped out into the hall.

The twenty-ninth floor of the Obelisk Hotel was empty, though Harry doubted any of the residents would have given her a second glance. No one ever really noticed housekeeping. Humming the opening bars of Edelweiss, Harriet pulled her cart out of the closet and headed to room 2810.

The door at the end of the hallway was flanked by two beefy men in ill-fitting suits and knock-off designer shades. One moved to block Harry as she approached.

“Turn around, ma’am,” he said.

“But I need to clean that room,” Harry said, putting on her most puzzled expression.

“You’re not authorized to enter. Turn. Around.”

Not authorized to enter? Pfft. Who did Maxwell Steiner think he was? His dad hadn’t been involved in politics for a couple of decades now. “Sir, the resident specifically requested that housekeeping clean this room right away. I think he said something about broken glass?”

She couldn’t see his eyes, but Harry was pretty sure the guard was narrowing them at her from behind his sunglasses. “Stay there.” He pressed a hand to his ear-piece and turned away as he spoke. All she could make out was a hushed murmur.

Harry glanced at the other, shorter guard. He watched her impassively, but beneath the cheap fabric of his suit he was clearly tensed for action. Good to see that Steiner’s budget bodyguards took their jobs seriously. If it came down to a physical altercation (not that she was planning on one) she was in trouble, but dedication to duty was a good trait to have. Even if that dedication was easily bought and just as easily sold.

The murmuring grew slightly louder, and Harry’s ears perked up just in time to catch, “Yes sir. Of course, sir.” The first guard turned back to her, his face the same blank slate it had been when she’d approached.

“Sorry for the trouble, miss,” he said. He pulled a keycard out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and held it open for her. “You’re cleared to enter.”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Harry muttered a “thank you” and pushed the cart inside the hotel suite. As soon as she was past the door it shut behind her with a muted click.

Harry had staked out the hotel several times in preparation for this heist. On average it took housekeeping half an hour to turn a room. Depending on the nature of the request, a call to housekeeping for something more specific could take anywhere from two to fifteen minutes. However, this particular mess she’d been called to clean up was all over the bedroom. Exploding wine bottles tended to stain everything and send glass shards flying into all sorts of places. This one was going to need special attention.

Humming again, Harry slipped on a pair of latex gloves. She had thirty minutes. If everything went according to plan, she would only need five.

Anyone with even a passing interest into the lives of spoiled politicians’ children knew that Maxwell Steiner always traveled with a portable safe. Never one to trust hotel security measures (a quirk that Harry fully agreed with — those safes were way too easy to break into, and apparently they let just about anyone hire on as a hotel maid) Steiner had a custom, top-of-the-line safe made just for him that went everywhere he did. Just what was in that safe was a mystery for the ages, or at least the age of smart phones and sex tapes.

Harry knew what was in the safe. At least, one item in it. And boy was it a doozy. She’d been hired to procure a lot of objects in her relatively short career — man, the stories she could tell that involved live animals and ill-advised uses of historical artifacts — but this one was big, even for her. Never in her lifetime did she think she would ever lay eyes on plundered Nazi loot.

She had to find that safe and get it open before that could happen, though. The logical first place to look was the hall closet, where most hotel safes were kept. And, logically, Steiner’s safe wasn’t there. Harry closed the closet door and was about to check the kitchenette when her phone buzzed.

“How’s traffic? :)”

God, those smiley faces were starting to get on her nerves. Guy couldn’t wait more than three minutes to check in on her, could he?

“Traffic is light, I should get there on time. But remember I told you I don’t like to text while driving.”

Sent. Seen. A response seconds later.

“That’s what red lights are for.”

“:)”

Harry was starting to see red. Motherfucker was doing this on purpose. “Fine,” she muttered, moving on to the bedroom. If Semenza wanted to leave enough rope to hang himself, that was on him. This was a burner phone anyway.

The safe wasn’t in the bedroom. Nor was it in the kitchenette, or the living area, or the bathroom. Harry checked her watch. She was ten minutes in and her objective was nowhere to be found. Where the hell was that safe?

A curtain fluttered, pushed by the breeze from the open balcony doors. Harry frowned. Surely he wouldn’t be fool enough to keep his safe out there… would he?

At first glance it seemed he wasn’t that kind of fool. The only things on the balcony were a white wooden lounge chair, a side table, and a palm fern in each corner next to the building. But that side table didn’t match any of the decor inside or outside; it looked like a solid block of polished mahogany, completely out of place among the sleek modern metal and glass that dominated the presidential suite. Kneeling down, Harry could just make out a rectangular outline on the side. She slid her fingers around the outline, gently pressing against the wood in search of a button or other release mechanism.

There! The wood gave slightly under her fingertips, and a moment later a panel silently slid forward and to the left, revealing a black metal door with a combination lock set into it.

“Bingo,” Harry whispered. A slow smile crept across her face. With a quick glance back into the suite to make sure no one had come in, she set to work on the lock.

For all the fuss people made about Steiner and his safe, it was disappointingly easy to crack. As the final tumbler clicked into place, Harry finally allowed herself to breathe. She was almost done. After this job, she could quit stealing (for a while, at least). She turned the handle, relishing that satisfying clunk it made, and opened the safe.

A spray of dark fluid splattered her in the face and chest. Harry threw herself backward, sputtering and wiping at her eyes. A bitter taste crept onto the edges of her tongue; some of it had gotten into her mouth.

She sat up and looked down at herself. Blue ink covered her hands, arms, and uniform. She could only guess how much of it was on her face. Steiner was clearly more of a tricky bastard than she’d given him credit for. She certainly hadn’t expected ink packs in the safe.

The door to the safe was wide open, revealing… nothing. It was empty, save for a single slip of paper, folded and standing upright.

A paper addressed to Harriet Cohen.

With trembling hands, Harry took the paper and unfolded it. All it said was “Gotcha.”

Fuck. She’d been set up. And worse, she’d fallen for it. How could she have been so stupid? Was Semenza working with Steiner? And if he was, why—? Raised voices from inside grabbed Harry’s attention. Her eyes widened at the bulky figures coming toward her. She couldn’t talk her way out of this one. There was only one way to go.

Harry scrambled to the railing and dove over the side.

For a split second the feeling of free-falling drove all thought out of her brain, save for the single repeating refrain of oh fuck oh fuck we’re gonna die!!! Then she snatched the bottom rungs of the railing, and stopped herself with a jolt that made her stomach lurch and threatened to pop her elbows right out of their sockets. Her feet dangled helplessly in mid-air.

She tried not to think about how far below the street was, or how fast it would take her to hit the pavement if she fell. There wasn’t time to panic about being thirty stories up. All she had to do was follow the plan. If she followed the plan, she’d get out of this alive. Hopefully.

The voices grew louder as Harry shifted her weight

“Looks like she took the bait,” said Meatbag #1 from above. They were on the balcony now.

“I knew she would,” said a new voice. “A rat can’t resist nibbling when it sees a piece of cheese.”

Harry had never had the displeasure of meeting the man in person, but she’d seen enough celebrity “news” to recognize Steiner’s voice. Of course the dirtbag was here to gloat. She’d expect nothing less. Which meant she needed to get away as quickly as possible, before someone took two steps to the right and saw her hands clutching the railing.

Harry looked down. The suite below Steiner’s also had a balcony. She just had to drop down there. The only consequence of missing would be falling to her death. No big deal. She took a deep breath and swung her legs back and forth, building up momentum.

“Now where,” Steiner said, each word punctuated by the click of his heels as he strolled across the balcony, “did the little rat go?”

Swaying out over the street below made Harry’s head spin. She swallowed down the little whine of fear that threatened to leak out. Almost there. She just had to swing out a little further…

The footsteps were coming closer. No more time left. Harry gave one final kick and let go. She tucked her arms and legs in close to her chest, intending to roll as she landed, but she hit the floor flat on her back with a loud thud.

“What was that?”

The impact had knocked the wind out of her, but Harry at least had enough presence of mind to roll beneath the lounge chair. Struggling to breathe without gasping like a fish on land, she clenched her teeth and forced herself to breathe through her nose.

The click click click of footsteps. A pause that seemed to drag on indefinitely, every second marked by the pulse of blood in her ears. Harry tucked her limbs in as close as she could. Was the end of her ponytail peeking out from beneath the chair? Had she left a smear of ink on the tile? Steiner had to suspect she was down here. The only other way out of the suite was through the front door, and the guards would have caught her if she’d gone out that way.

Finally Steiner let out a sigh. “Nothing,” he said, unable to keep a note of disappointment from his voice. “She’s not out here.”

“Dunno where else she could be,” one of the meatbags said. “Only other way out is through the door, and we were out there the whole time.”

“Clever little creatures, rats are.” Steiner’s voice faded as he headed inside, but his voice was raised enough for Harry to catch it. “They’ll find any number of ways to escape a sinking ship.”

The balcony door clicked shut above her, and Harry let out the breath she’d been holding, exhaling like the air was exploding from her lungs. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax. The tile wasn’t exactly comfortable to lay on, but the cool stone soothed her sore muscles. She was just going to lay here for a little bit. Just long enough to catch her breath and let her heartbeat slow down to a gentle gallop. Then it was time to get back to work.

The job wasn’t over. It was just getting interesting.

* * *

Suite 2710 had been rented out to one Jurgen Niemand for the last two days. (By some miracle Semenza had at least been smart enough to use an alias this time.) Sadly, in the interest of not drawing attention to herself, staying in the room wasn’t an option for Harry. (A pity, that. She’d have put room service through their paces and rung the bill up as far as she dared, since it was all on Semenza’s dime. Another time, maybe.) She had made sure she was responsible for the basic housecleaning for the suite, however, which gave her ample opportunity to stash any supplies she might need. Supplies like a change of clothes, for example. Or professional-grade theater makeup. Or wigs.

A quick, scalding scrub in the shower took care of most of the ink, though there were a few faint splotches mingled in with the freckles that dusted her nose and cheeks. A careful application of concealer took care of that problem. Her ruined uniform was dumped unceremoniously into a trash bag, replaced with black leggings and long-sleeved t-shirt. Free of that damned wig for the first time in two weeks, Harry’s head felt lighter than air and no longer itched like she’d rubbed poison ivy all over her scalp. She ran a hand through her short, tight black curls and sighed in relief.

Reluctantly, she pulled up the text conversation between her and Semenza. He wasn’t going to like this turn of events, but it was the kind of thing he’d insisted he be informed of immediately. And his reaction might help her figure out if he was in on the trap.

“Johnny wasn’t at his apartment,” she typed. “His big brother chased me off. Going to see if he’s at a friend’s house instead.” She hit send and hoped that the code wasn’t too obscure for Semenza to figure out.

A minute passed. No reply. That was weird. Normally Semenza was all over his phone. Frowning, Harry slipped the phone into her pocket. Then she shrugged and pulled her climbing harness out from under the bed. Whether or not her employer saw the message, she still had a job to do.

Steiner had been right about the rat metaphor, as insulting as it was. The house Harry had grown up in was plagued with rodent infestations, and one of the first things she’d learned was that for every mouse hole you found, there were guaranteed to be at least two more you didn’t know about.

What Steiner had neglected to mention, however, was that even if you cut off all their escape routes, rats would just gnaw their own.

The air ducts in this hotel, as one might expect, were all connected. Theoretically, all Harry had to do was get in at any point, and given enough time and effort she could find her way to the ducts above Steiner’s suite. That, however, would require more time than she had, and the noise of her crawling around inside a sheet-metal tunnel would alert Steiner and his guards for sure. So, instead, Harry was going to come in from below.

The vents in each suite weren’t big enough for a toddler to crawl through, let alone a fully-grown adult woman, but that was okay. Two days had been plenty of time for Harry to make her own entrance. As long as she was careful about not making too much noise, it was really no big deal to move the bed and cut a hole in the wall behind the headboard, right into the air duct. The duct that, if her calculations and memory of the hotel blueprints were correct, also vented into Steiner’s bedroom. She didn’t need to fit through the vent if she pumped the suite full of sleeping gas and entered through the front door.

Of course, having the logistics of her next step figured out was only half the equation. Steiner and his men would be looking for her, and whatever else Steiner was, he was not a stupid man. He would have realized by now that she was still in the hotel, and sooner or later (and Harry was banking on sooner) he’d either jump to the most likely conclusion, that she had dropped to the balcony below, or just start searching room by room in an effort to apprehend her. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t a police officer or hotel staff: he was Maxwell Steiner. If he wanted in somewhere, he’d get in.

And where the hell was the painting? If it wasn’t in the safe (was it ever in there?), where was it?

#my writing #WIPs #writblr #writers of tumblr #prompt response #I really like the rat metaphor but I'm also worried it might be antisemitic? Even if Harry specifically says it's an insult #I guess I could just make Harry not Jewish but I also really like the idea of a Jewish woman reclaiming art stolen by Nazis #real talk - do I use too many parentheticals?

1 note · View note

circumference-pie · 2 years

Text

Yuletide 2022 letter

Girl Genius, Gunnerkrigg Court, The Peregrine, Elana Series

Thank you, anonymous Yuletide writer!

AO3 name: circumference

General likes: broken characters, pining, fluff, character introspection, worldbuilding, identity shenanigans, canon or canon divergence universe, in-world artifacts (e.g. a historical document, a news article, the script of a TV advertisement, an in-universe movie review, etc)

General DNWs: coffeeshop/high school/roommate AU, crossovers, pregnancy, porn without plot, non-canon dubcon

I am open to treats!

Girl Genius

Characters requested: Higgs, Gil, Zoing

Fandom-specific likes: zaniness and whimsy

Fandom-specific DNWs: Agatha/Gil or Agatha/Tarvek without the third.

Prompts/ideas:

Brain empty, all I want are Higgs & Gil & Zoing shenanigans. Castle Wulfenbach era, current era, post-canon, anything!

Note: I'm up-to-date on the comic, but it's all kind of a blur, so please don't worry about being a stickler for canon.

Gunnerkrigg Court

Characters requested: Any (Tony, Annie, Kat, Robot)

Fandom-specific likes: Kat being a geek, Gilletie Wood mythology, Tony and Annie's difficult relationship, robot society, Tony/Surma

Fandom-specific DNWs: no Tony-bashing. You can find my (largely starry-eyed) opinion on Tony here.

Prompts/ideas:

Robot society! Tell me more about it. Was there a system of low-key worship before Robot came in, guns blazing, with his new religion? What do robots do in their free time? Do they share urban legends about spooky human behavior? Has Robot met the robot king? Why is boxbot the worst?

Annie meeting a mythological being she hasn't met in canon yet.

Tony and Surma's days in the hospital.

Perhaps OOC and perhaps belated, but I want Tony to hug his daughter and Annie to have some catharsis there.

Kat doing something awesome.

The Peregrine

Characters requested: Any (Narrator, Tiercel, Falcon)

Fandom-specific likes: This is a nonfiction book, so feel free to play fast and loose with my general likes. Like everyone else, I am in awe of this book's description and prose, but for Yuletide I am wondering more about the inner lives of the narrator and peregrines.

Fandom-specific DNWs: please no beastiality

Prompts/ideas:

A story from the point of view of the peregrines, about the weird two-legged creature who follows them.

I avoid humans, but hiding is difficult now the snow has come...I use what cover I can. It is like living in a foreign city during an insurrection. There is an endless banging of guns and tramping of feet in the snow. One has an unpleasantly hunted feeling. Or is it so unpleasant? I am as solitary now as the hawk I pursue.

The narrator talks several times about ways in which he has become like a peregrine himself, and seems to long for the freedom of the wild. What if his wish was granted? What if through some fantastical transformation, he actually became a bird? Inspired by Robert Macfarlane's article on this book.

One of Baker's journal entries, told through another medium. A hunter telling the story about this humanoid figure flitting through the land, maybe, or a sheriff's daily reports.

Elana Series

Characters requested: Elana

Fandom-specific likes: worldbuilding, backstory

Prompts/ideas:

I’ve always been dissatisfied with the way Kari needs to stay ignorant and on her planet. What if she pursued this case to the ends of the earth? What if she found traces of the universe beyond? What if she was also able to take to the stars?

Elana, in her waning years, takes a self-indulgent visit to Andreica to observe what became of it.

I want to know Evrek’s take on the events of Enchantress.

What does the Federation file on our planet look like?

...damn I should have nominated worldbuilding for this one

#yuletide #yuletide letter

0 notes

mrsbrookemunson · 2 years

Note

I had an idea for Pietro Maximoff, maybe where like y/n is a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and she's with Clint (I don't mean romantically, I mean like on a mission) in that scene where he knocks Clint down and says "you didn't see that coming?" And when he's about to speed of he gets distracted by y/n and then Clint almost shoots him so he leaves but after that he can't stop thinking about y/n

(Not My Gif)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x GN!Reader

Song: I Was Watching Age of Ultron When Writing This To Make It Accurate To The Movie. All Credit To Marvel For That.

Prompt: The Request.

Genre: Nothing Specific.

Warnings: Swearing (LaNgUaGe!), blood, injury, canon fighting, and graphics, weapons are used. Probably types, but it’s edited, so that’s me being dumb.

Word Count: 1756

A/N: I'm back and I'm worse than ever! I'm rusty... And I changed the request to make it the actual scene in AoU, but Clint and Y/N are partners.

| Requested | Obviously...

“Shit!” Tony cursed.

“Language!” Steve commented after he heard the swear word come through comms. “Jarvis, what’s the view from upstairs?”

“The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield,” Jarvis informed. “Strucker’s technology is well beyond any other Hydra base we’ve taken.”

“Loki’s scepter must be here,” Thor chimed. “Strucker couldn’t mount this defense without it.” His hammer hit an attacker behind him, “At long last.” Before effortlessly flying right back into his hand.

“‘At long last’ is lasting a little long, boys,” Natasha checked in.

“You know I agree,” you said, knocking down one of the guys, the next one that attempted its attack getting hit with an arrow you shot–not to mention perfectly.

“Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise,” Clint replied.

“You think?” You responded in a taunting tone.

“Wait a second. No one else is gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said “Language”?”

“I know,” Steve whined.

You laughed loudly, “Hey! Give the old man a break, he’s from ancient times, you know?”

Steve sighed, “Just slipped out.”

You let out another chuckle at his sound of defeat. “Oi!” You whistled loudly enough for Clint to hear from several feet away.

Once he noticed you, he jogged down. “You doing okay out there?”

“Look, I know I might be a newbie to S.H.I.E.L.D and all, but I got this—” You get cut off by a bullet barely missing you.

Clint raised his bow and shot the person. “You were saying?” He let his arms drop by his sides.

You huffed. “I’m not a child,” you claimed.

More bullets began to shoot at the two of you. “I got these ones if you got those ones.”

You nodded. “On it!” You ran off.

“And hey!” he paused to swiftly kick at someone, fighting the members of Hydra. “We’re a team!” he shouted.

“I know!” You punched a guy. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” you whispered to yourself.

You were fighting the last guy when he pulled out a small knife (~My Weakness~) You struggled against his strong force as he tried to stab it into your stomach. Fortunately, you won, unfortunately— "Fuck!" You swore when you saw the knife sticking out from your thigh. The guy you were previously fighting fell to the ground with an arrow sticking out of his torso. You turned around only to see Clint gone.

“Wha—” You heard explosions off in the distance.

You limped off in that direction, your eyes searching for your partner.

“Clint?!” you called out.

Nothing.

You closed your eyes for a beat and… there.

You heard the sound of an arrow sweeping through the crisp air. You pointed in that direction and followed the invisible line you drew. Suddenly you see a blue blur run past Clint. It knocked him up into the air. Clint groaned in pain once hit the ground. You were about to go help him when the blue blur became a person.

Tall with ivory skin, and platinum, almost silvery, blonde hair.

You heard the muffled voice say, “You didn’t see that coming?” His accent was evident.

You raised up your bow and shot an arrow, quickly, only to have the man catch it before it could even get close to hitting him, and he somehow ended up right in front of you.

You stumbled a step back and the pain sent a wave of nausea over you.

You didn’t expect him to freeze at the sight of you, considering how fast and cocky he was just moments earlier. He seemed at a loss for words. His eyes averted down to the leg that had the knife poking out, blood trickling down your calf and staining your suit. His gaze jerkily bounced back up to your fearful expression.

You fought the urge to stare at the blue of his eyes. They were striking and the snow made them glisten even more than you guessed they normally do. But, you were scared. Not that you would try to show it, nonetheless you did, and of course he noticed. Maybe Clint was right all those times he said that you weren’t ready. Was he right? That’s a first.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” the man assured. “I’m Pietro.” He reached out for you and you found yourself allowing it.

Clint recovered hastily at the sight of you injured and this man–Pietro–about to grab you. He jumped onto his feet and shot an arrow, and for the first time in the last five minutes, it nearly hit the man. Pietro jumped out of the way, it would’ve hit you if he hadn’t caught it.

“You’re welcome,” Pietro said, jokingly. He sprinted off in a blue blur.

“Y/N!” Clint jogged to you, out of breath. Just then a bullet shot right where Clint was standing prior to the current moment. He glimpsed behind then turned his attention back to you. “What happened?” he asked, gesturing to your leg.

“What do you think?” you bickered, distractedly. “I got stabbed.” You seethed. “Who was that?!”

Clint propped one of your arms up and around his shoulders. “I have no idea.”

“He told me his name,” you confessed.

“Oh, really?” Clint sounded uninterested.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I think I’m going to pass out now.”

“You do that.”

Clint’s words cued the darkness to surround you, drown you, bury you into a peaceful sleep.

“We have an enhancement in the field,” Steve reported.

“Y/N’s been injured,” Clint revealed. “They just lost consciousness.”

Natasha–not wasting another moment–came over to you and Clint. “Somebody want to deal with that bunker?”

Summoned, the Hulk destroyed the bunker that continuously kept shooting with a loud and aggressive roar.

“Thank you,” she murmured. She grabbed you and laid you down. She tried desperately to do whatever she could to patch you up and get you awake again.

“Stark, we really need to get inside,” Steve spoke.

“I’m closing in.”

“How’re they looking?” Clint asked.

Natasha sighed. “They’re looking like they’re not about to wake up anytime soon.”

“Jarvis, am I closing in?” Tony furrowed his eyebrows, confused. “Do you see a power source for that shield?”

“There’s a particle-wave below the north tower,” Jarvis stated.

“Great, I want to poke it with something.” He blasted the shield down. “The drawbridge is down, people.”

Steve retrieved his shield as Thor knocked down the rest of the Hydra members in his proximity. “The enhanced?” he questioned.

“He’s a blur,” Steve answered. “All the new players we’ve faced, I’ve never seen this. In fact, I still haven’t,” he paused. “How’s Y/N doing?”

“Unresponsive,” Natasha reported back. “We’re gonna need evac.”

“I can get Y/L/N to the jet,” Thor affirmed. “The sooner we’re gone, the better.” He turned to Steve. “You and Stark secure the scepter.”

“Copy that.”

Thor tilted his head towards the new batch of Hydra members. “Looks like they’re lining up,” he observed.

“Well, they’re excited,” Steve guessed and lifted up his shield.

Thor slammed his hammer against it creating a shock of lightning to strike the line. “Find the scepter,” Thor ordered and flew away with his hammer.

“And for gosh sake, watch your language!” Stark ridiculed.

Steve sighed, exhausted. “That’s not going away any time soon,” he told himself.

Wanda glared at Pietro when she saw him again. “I got that Captain America,” she informed. “But, I think he took down Strucker.”

“I took down two of their people out there,” he bragged in a scoff. “And they said we weren’t ready.”

“Who’s the person then?”

Pietro’s breath hitched in his throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I can read your mind, Pietro.”

“I thought we set boundaries about that,” he argued. “And why should it matter? They’re just a person that was injured and I–I was worried.”

“They’re not one of us is the—” Wanda’s posture straightened. “Iron Man,” she whispered. “Let’s go.” She grabbed Pietro’s hand and guided him to where the scepter lay.

“Thor… I got eyes on the prize,” Tony said, nonchalantly walking up to the scepter.

Wanda appeared behind him and waved her hands around his head, a red spark of her magic entered his brain and clouded over his eyes.

And there she saw it. His worst fears in real life. All the Avengers are dead around him. The what if’s of their first battle. What if he didn’t save them? What if he didn’t do more? Why didn’t he do more? He saw a hole in reality and watched over the planet for only a millisecond. He woke up from the state, and Wanda gaped at the remembrance of the sight she just witnessed.

Pietro’s blur stopped right beside her about to go stop Tony, but she put a hand out in front of him. “Where did you go?” she asked.

“I wanted to go see something.”

“You wanted to see if you could find them.” She looked slightly up at him.

He gave her a look of confusion, a puzzled expression, and a little irritation. “We’re just gonna let him take it?” He changed the subject.

Wanda didn’t answer and instead slowly smiled.

They both watched as Tony raised his hand up, the glove of his suit attaching to his body. He walked around to the other side of the table and grabbed the scepter dramatically.

“They made them evacuate… by the way.” She shrugged and analyzed her twin brother’s face for any sign of emotion toward her words. “Stab wound. One of our people. Lost consciousness, and is unresponsible, but they'll be fine…”

“They will?”

Wanda gave him a look of amusement. “And you're the one who's so consistent in stopping Iron Man right now from taking the scepter, whilst you can’t even get your mind off of one of their people.” She chuckled, quietly. “Who knew you were such a softy…”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Let’s get out of here before he sees us,” Wanda suggested.

“So, we’re really letting him take it?”

“I know you like to do things fast, Pietro, but these things take patience, do you understand? Or are you too caught up on how ‘beautiful’ the person you saw was?”

With that Pietro sprinted away without another word spoken.

Wanda, before she followed, looked back at Tony with another smile, but instead a more sympathetic smile.

Both twins conflicted with their own inner battles.

Wanda with her feelings towards the Avengers.

And Pietro with his feelings towards a person that's in the Avengers

Tell Me If You Want To Be Added To The Pietro Maximoff "Quicksilver" Taglist By Either Commenting, Asking, Or Messaging Me.

|Requests are Open, Message, Comment, or (preferably) Ask you Requests |

xXTheBrookeLupinXx

4K notes · View notes

writing-for-marvel · 2 years

Text

We Could Have Had It All

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Promises were made, none were kept.

Request: Anonymous - original request here

Prompt: “Do you even love me anymore?” - in bold

Warnings: angst, no happy endings here, dysfunctional relationship, end of relationship, swearing, wound to the hand & blood

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: so I’ve combined this request with @strwbrrybucky’s writing challenge thank you Rhi for hosting this

And as per the request, based on the song Rolling in the Deep by Adele - I did a bit of digging before writing this and to ‘roll in the deep’ with someone is a British saying to have someone’s back no matter what - so this is my angsty spin on that

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

Masterlist | Ask me anything | Library

“Do you even love me anymore?”

When you truly love someone, they shouldn’t have to question the existence of that love, they should be able to feel it radiating off you like warmth from the sun.

But here you were, holding your heart in front of you on a silver platter, painfully unaware if Steve Rogers, the man you had become accustomed to describing as the love of your life, would embrace your heart with tenderness, or shatter it irreparably into a thousand pieces.

You waited for him to speak with bated breath, waited to hear him deny that your worst fears had indeed come true.

But those comforting words didn’t come.

He looked at you with foreign eyes - not the faithful, trustworthy ocean blue ones you fell in love with, but harsh, darkened ones which had you questioning if you even knew him at all anymore.

The Steve Rogers you fell in love with was an honest to a fault, fiercely loyal man, who assured you his love for you would never die.

But how could you continue to believe in the sincerity of those words when he broke so many promises?

Promise one: I promise to make time for you.

Your hair was styled to perfection, make-up immaculately applied, the new dress you bought specifically for this occasion showed just the right amount of skin to elevate Steve’s heart rate but was also suitable for the classy restaurant you made a reservation at.

You looked stunning. You felt sexy.

But he should have been home more than two hours ago.

By now your table reservation would have been passed onto another couple to enjoy, while you nervously paced in your living room, tears burning behind your eyes, frantically calling every person, god and Avenger you could think of that might know where he could be.

The main drawback of dating an Avenger, one who was as noble and self-sacrificing as Steve Rogers, was that at any sign of danger he’d be there, throwing his Super Soldier body in the line of fire to save everyone he could, which meant at any moment, without so much as a goodbye, he could just be gone.

He wasn’t invincible, even though at times you suspected he thought he was.

By the time the front door finally swung open, tears mixed with mascara were running down your face in inky rivers, high heels long discarded, tossed somewhere haphazardly beside the couch and a half empty bottle of red wine stood open on the coffee table that you hadn’t bothered to get a glass for.

“Hey sweetheart.” Relief poured over you as you studied him from across the room. He appeared uninjured, completely healthy, as if he had just returned from a late night stroll.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, it was just a little bank robbery. Tony said he had it covered, but I was in the vicinity.” Steve said offhandedly as he walked up to you and palmed the smooth material of your dress around your hips.

“Wait-” You held your hand up as if you were Doctor Strange and could halt time, stopping Steve from leaning in to kiss you. “Tony didn’t actually need your help? You chose to go with him?” Steve looked sheepish, as if he only just realised he said something he perhaps shouldn't have.

“Well… I mean, technically.” There was a lilt to his voice which made him sound guilty.

Your stomach flipped at the thought that he had knowingly put you under this stress. That he told you this date night was time for just the two of you in your busy schedules, yet he had so willingly bailed on you.

“So you oh so generously volunteered to help, when they didn’t actually need you, knowing I would be here waiting for you? Worrying about you all goddamn night? You didn’t even text me to let me know what was happening! Are you just purposely torturing me now?” The relief which had washed over you like a cold shower before was now turning to steam as hot resentment bubbled in your chest. “Do you even remember what today is?”

You could see the cogs turning in his mind, taking in your expensive dress and the makeup you applied heavier than usual. Your heart sank through the pit of your stomach that he even had to think about it.

The moment where it clicked was evident on his face, as clear as if a lightbulb was turned on.

Your second anniversary.

“Darling, if I-”

“Save it.” You snapped before heading down the hall to your shared bedroom, muttering curse words as you struggled to undo the zipper on the back of your dress by yourself, frustrated tears pouring from the corners of your eyes.

That night, Steve didn’t join you in bed.

Promise two: I promise to never take my anger out on you.

Steve was having a bad day.

It was evident from the way he slammed the front door shut when he got home, from the angry scream he let out in the shower when you asked him to cool off and the incensed glare he gave you as he walked into the kitchen after you patiently waited to discuss what was bothering him.

You ran your hands over his shoulders, lightly massaging the tense muscles, but before you could work your way down his back, he shrugged you off, grumbling at your touch.

Brushing the interaction off as him just purely being frustrated at the day, you decided to make his favourite drink: a Southside. Garnishing with a mint leaf you had grown yourself in your hanging herb garden, you put a smile on your face as you brought it to Steve.

Even though he couldn’t get tipsy from it, you knew he enjoyed the taste. It reminded him of when he would go out with Bucky in the 40’s and his smaller frame could get drunk off one glass. The thought usually relaxed him, tugging a small smile from the corners of his mouth. Well, on most days it would. But today wasn’t most days.

Without warning, Steve took the glass from your offering hand and slammed it onto the coffee table with so much force it completely shattered in his palm. Blood seeped slowly out of the cuts, pooling at his wrist, and dripped to the floor. He didn’t even flinch in pain.

You rushed to the kitchen to get him a towel, or anything you could find to soak up the blood. What on earth had gotten into him? It seemed so out of character for him to be so outwardly fuming - he would usually let it simmer inside his chest and you’d have to coax an explanation out of him.

“Can you please just tell me what the problem is?” You went to wrap a towel around his hand, to put pressure on the gashes to stop the flow of blood, but he harshly grabbed it from you, pushing you away as he did the work himself.

“You, you’re the problem! For the love of god can you just fuck off?” You had never heard him so exasperated before, and not only was he furious, he was directing all his anger at you.

“Look, I’m sorry you had a shitty day, but I’m just trying to help, you don’t have to get mad at me.” You stated, completely baffled by both his behaviour, and his reasoning behind it. You had barely interacted this morning before he went for his sunrise run and he was already vexed by the time he returned home, after spending his day wholly separate from you.

“Well you ain’t helping. You're just making shit worse.” He couldn’t even find it in him to look at you as he stood abruptly and shouldered past you roughly, deliberately, as he made his way to the bathroom.

You knew there must be an overarching reason as to why he was so upset, but it left you feeling empty that he chose to take his rage out on you rather than let you be his confidant.

Steve slept in the guest bedroom that night too.

Promise three: I promise to always be honest with you.

Steve entered your shared apartment, placing his keys on the little hook by the door with a pleased smile on his face and a skip to his step you hadn’t seen from him in a while.

“You saw her again, didn’t you?” Your tone was far more accusatory than you had planned, but perhaps, deep down, you didn’t want to hold back - you wanted him to feel the hurt which was consuming your entire body at that moment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said in his best innocent tone, placing a quick, chaste kiss to your hairline which did absolutely nothing to abate the swirling anger in your chest. In fact, his words lit a fire beneath your existing fury, only making you more irate with him.

“Don’t treat me like I’m an idiot, and definitely don’t lie to me again. Nat told me you visited the retirement home this afternoon.” Surprise filled his eyes as he quickly turned to look back at you. He clearly hadn’t expected you to know where he had wandered off to after work.

“Okay… yes, I saw Peggy.” He finally conceded. Even though this wasn’t new information, his confirmation was like a plunging knife to the heart.

You dropped your head, closed your eyes and sighed, gathering the strength to continue with this conversation, one that was overly repetitive at this point.

“We've talked about this before, yet you keep doing it - don’t you understand how it upsets me?” Your voice came out much softer this time, vulnerable, exposed, and weary.

“You’re the one who doesn’t understand - she’s the only person left from my old life, who knew me in the 40’s, before the serum. Are you really mad that I’m trying to hold onto that?” His voice was in contrast to yours; loud, demanding and pitiless. He had a repulsed look in his eye now, as was becoming more frequent in your recent interactions, that made your stomach churn.

“Steve, you know I want you to keep a connection to that part of your life! What I don’t appreciate is you seeing your ex-love in secret and then lying to me when I ask you.” You personally didn’t think it was too much to ask to know when Steve was spending time with her - when you met him, she had been the love of his life. That was, until you were. At least, that’s what he told you. You weren’t so sure anymore.

“What does it matter? I don’t have to tell you about every interaction I have with my friends.” After all the conversations you had about this very topic, you couldn’t believe he still didn’t recognise why this decidedly troubled you.

“But can’t you see how lying about it, keeping it a secret from me, makes me think it does mean more than just friendship to you?”

He scoffed, actually scoffed, in response to your words.

“Do you still love her?” The question had been bothering you for a while, but you had never brought it up, knowing it would only further agitate him. Now, the doubt weighed on your chest so heavily you could barely breathe, and asking the question was a necessity to be able to suck oxygen into your lungs.

“What?”

“I think you heard me loud and clear.” His eyes narrowed and if you didn’t know any better you would have sworn he despised you.

“Don’t be delirious.” Perhaps you didn’t know any better.

Like the rock of a cliff face battered by harsh wind and rough seas, your trust in him was eroding with every word which fell from his lips.

He hadn’t denied his feelings for her, and as you glared at each other, painstaking silence mixing with deceit in the thick air, he never contradicted your words in spite of having plenty of opportunity to do so.

Promise four: I promise to always love you.

“Do you even love me anymore?”

Suffocating silence continued to fill the air surrounding you, waiting with a heavy heart for the words you desperately wanted to hear, but were convinced wouldn’t fall from his lips. Preparing as best you could for the searing pain in your chest which came with a shattered heart, you searched his face for any sign that he would finally provide you an answer.

“How can you even ask that?” An all too familiar indignant tone consumed his voice, a drop of venom poisoning his gaze.

“You didn’t answer my question.” You quickly followed up, but it again took him a moment of pause to answer, as if gathering the will to say it.

“Yes, I love you.” He said with utterly no conviction behind his words. The phrase sounded like a chore, as if it were something he was obligated to say rather than wanted to. They were the words you wanted to hear, but not the way you wanted him to say it, which was just as heartbreaking as not saying them at all.

“Then how come I don’t believe you?” Actions speak louder than words, and his actions were hoarsely screaming that he didn’t love you, at least, not any more.

Steve apparently didn't have a response to this as he simply stared at you, a semblance of panic in his eyes.

His silence was all the answer you needed, as it seemed was a common occurrence with him recently. At this point you were tired of the lies, exhausted at wanting him to reciprocate the effort and care you put into the relationship, only to be disappointed time and time again.

A sharp pain speared your chest, as if your heart was actually splitting in two.

You knew it was illogical to want someone who didn’t love you, but you couldn’t help but think back to all the memories early in your relationship where you could have sworn he really did love you.

The gentle caresses, affectionate kisses, nights spent in each other’s arms whispering words of devotion against each other’s bare skin - you couldn’t believe it was all a lie. You yearned for the kind and charming Steve Rogers you fell in love with two years ago, not this stranger in your living room staring at you with hostility.

How had it gone so wrong? How did it end up like this?

You sighed heavily, trying your best to ignore the unabating discomfort in your chest and the hot tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Maybe now it didn’t matter how you ended up here, it simply mattered how you moved on from it.

“At the end of the day, I can’t make you love me, as much as I wish you did.” You stated, looking into his azure eyes one last time. They no longer provided the solace you had once felt when searching for and finding them in a crowded room, the feeling now was closer to sorrow, heartache.

You turned around and even though it pained you beyond belief and every muscle in your body was begging you to, pleading you to, you refused to look back at him as you walked out.

Out of the apartment.

Out of his life.

For good.

We could have had it all, if only you kept your promises.

Permanent taglist: @imagining-harrypotter @tripletstephaniescp @asgardwinter @demonpoxballad @nagygreta @libbymouse @mayasreadingnook @thecraziestcrayon @hallecarey1 @sea040561 @chrisfucksblog @thelastpyle @ju5tyna20 @smallmercies33 @buckys-left-middle-finger @moongoddessmox @coolbeans32 @foreverindreamlandd

Steve Rogers taglist: @mansaaay @claudiaatje @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @badassbaker @samwinter09 @patzammit @rqmanoff @gitasor @erynnnn @tenaciousperfectionunknown @ajeff855 @softieforeveryone @buggy14 @leyannrae @blackwidownat2814 @cevanslady @highlyintelligentblonde @skyfallslayer @kthynes @babybluebuck @marlboromatt @degeathesaviour @twinerd14 @tlcwrites

398 notes · View notes

bubblyhoney · 3 years

Note

sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap drabble #sapnap oneshot #bubblyhoneyfics #honey answers #mcyt x reader #🥚except small

303 notes · View notes

lucywrites02 · 3 years

Text

While I breathe, I hope

Masterlist

Request: could I possibly request a Loki x reader with prompt 18 where the reader is being tortured and Loki has to watch

Prompt: 18. "Please, get us out of here!"

A/N: To the anon who requested this story: I’m so sorry it took me so long! I have had a terrible writer’s block for some time.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (gender neutral)

Loki’s pronouns: he/they

Word count: 2876

Warnings: ANGST, TORTURE, DEATH

Summary: You were sent on a mission with Loki as your partner but things didn’t go as planned.

Tag list: @twhiddlestonsstuff @dreamingyouth @xladyxfatex

Loki stared at Steve while the man was trying to explain the details of the upcoming mission. For everyone else it might look as if he was actually listening but the god’s attention was focused on you. It was going to be your very first time raiding a hydra base. You usually stayed in the quinjet but this one was big and Steve explained that your help would be very needed. Loki did not like that idea. Not because you weren’t capable, that wasn’t the case. You trained with Thor every Friday and managed to beat him up every time. You were almost as good with knives as Bucky and you even surprised Natasha with your hacking skills. You were more than capable. At least he hoped you were.

“If no one has any questions I would suggest we end the meeting and meet in the hangar in 30 minutes” Captain America announced, looking around at his teammates. Loki knew Steven would go through the entire plan once more in the quinjet so he didn’t bother asking about the details.

Loki waited until everyone else left the room, hoping he could talk to you about the mission. Or more specifically, talk you out of it. He stood up and opened the door for you. You gave him a grateful smile and walked down the hallway with Loki by your side. Usually you two would make fun of something Tony said during the meeting but this time you were really quiet. The trickster wasn’t sure how they should start the conversation.

“How are you feeling before this mission?” the god finally spoke

“Nervous,” you stated “but I’m glad we’re partners during this one. It eases my anxiety a bit.” yeah, maybe Loki should have listened to Steve this time

“Actually,” the brunette continued awkwardly “I don’t think you should go” Loki went straight to the point. They thought it was the right thing to say, no sugarcoating.

“Oh, it’s” you slowed down a bit but kept walking “If you want to switch partners that’s fine with me, you know I won-”

“No, I think you shouldn’t take part in this mission at all,” Loki stated. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him with confusion. “I don’t believe you’re ready for something this big. You will only injure yourself. Or worse” You hoped your friend would be happy for you. You have wanted to take part in a mission like that since you joined the team two years ago and you were really excited for it. It hurt you when he said he didn’t want you there. Ok, he didn’t SAY he didn't want you there but you interpreted it that way. Sadness quickly turned into anger.

“I hoped you would be happy about me being there,” you said and Loki could hear the disappointment in your voice “and I don’t care if you think of me as some secondary agent who you sometimes talk to.” Loki wanted to explain why he needed you to stay but he had a feeling he would only dig his grave deeper. “I’m going and if you despide my presence so much I will tell Steve to give me another partner.” you walked past him and headed to the gym to clear your mind and punch some bags. You probably shouldn’t do it right before the mission but who cared anyways.

Loki sat at the table in the kitchen and smacked his head. It wasn’t their intention to hurt your feelings! They were just trying to protect you, right? At least that’s what he told himself

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“That isn’t going as planned” Loki said as more agents started shooting at the two of you

“No shit Sherlock!” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Loki tried to talk you out of this mission which resulted in a fight between you two.

“You should have stayed behind.” they announced and killed some men with a blast of energy. “You are useless here. I can do it alone”

That was the last straw.

“You won, happy?” you started walking back to the jet not even looking back at him. Loki knew you would find your way safely. He made sure there were no agents left behind who could hurt you.

He was so focused on your safety he forgot about himself. You were out of his sight when something hit his head and everything went black.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Loki opened his eyes and winced in pain. This guy hit his head pretty hard. He quickly noticed that their hands were handcuffed to the chair they were sitting on. Stupid mortals, he thought, no restrains can stop a god. Loki tried to conjure a knife but nothing happened. Energy blast? Nothing. They then attempted to break free using their strength but nothing happened…..

“And what do we have here?” someone said, entering the room Loki was in “Isn’t that the god of lies himself?” the trickster rolled his eyes. He knew he would get out of this room sooner or later and kill this man. “Where are my manners? My name is agent Chris Walters and we are going to talk for a while.” the man stated and leaned on the mirror in front of the god.

“There is nothing you could do to me that will make me talk” Loki said, looking at the agent whose name he has already forgotten.

“I hoped you would say that” the man smirked and clicked one of the buttons on the wall. He pointed at the mirror to get Loki’s attention. When god’s eyes noticed who the person on the other side was, his heart stopped. He didn’t see his reflection this time “Besides, “ the agent continued “I have never said we will do anything to you” Loki didn’t let anyone in the room know but he was terrified. You weren’t supposed to be here. He saw you going back to the jet so what in the hell were you doing here?! But you were unconscious. Did they kidnap you? Did you come back for him?

“So you are going to show me how you torture somebody else?” Loki sassed “Oh yes, I’m already confessing!”

“Stop playing, Odinson. We all know how much you cherish their company” Walters continued “You see, we have been watching you and the avengers for a while now” the man took a step forward “and my people have noticed how close you two are. Now, where’s the data?” the agent asked

“I don’t know where it is,” the trickster said. At the same time you woke up confused and terrified, not knowing where they took you when something shocked you. You felt your heart beating painfully fast in your ribcage. Looking around you figured you were i some sort of interrogation, or torture, room. There was a mirror in front of you and you knew that someone was behind it.

Walters signed and took a remote which was laying on the stool next to him in his hands and clicked a button. As he did it Loki heard a scream coming from the other side of the room. Your scream.

You then tried to figure out what exactly happened to you and you noticed a small device on your chest. Your eyes looked with Loki’s but you had no idea he was there.

“I don’t know where the data is!” Loki repeated and the agent hit the button again. You could feel the pain in your every muscle and you feared your heart would give up because of the electric shock you received. When it was over you tried to catch your breath and panted heavily. If your hands weren’t tied up to the chair you were sitting on you would collapse on the floor.

“They have nothing to do with this and I don’t know who has the memory stick!” the god panicked. He knew the agent wouldn't believe him. It was almost as if he knew Loki didn't have it and was doing all this for his own entertainment. The trickster had to come up with a plan and they had to do it quickly.

The man stared at him with cold eyes and clicked another button. You yelled and Loki felt tears gathering in his eyes. He struggled with the handcuffs but they wouldn’t break.

You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination or if your vision went blurry. What you knew for sure was that your muscles were going to explode any second now. You couldn’t breathe properly anymore. I’m going to die here, you thought. You felt something wet on your cheeks but couldn't remember when you started crying.

When the god noticed it he panicked and flexed his muscles as hard as he could to break the chains. But nothing was working. The god was helpless. The realisation hit him like a train. You were going to suffer, maybe die, because of him. And they could do nothing about it. A single tear escaped Loki's eye and he shook his head in denial.

“Stop it!” he begged

The agent put on a sinister smile and your muscles spasmed again. You didn’t make a sound this time. You weren’t able to do that anymore. There was an uncomfortable ringing in your ears and your limbs were tingling. It wasn’t a good sign.

“STOP IT” Loki cried “I WILL GET IT FOR YOU JUST STOP IT” he begged as more tears were falling down his face.

Your chest couldn’t stop burning and you were feeling weaker with every passing second. At some point your mind started to torture you as well because you could have sworn you heard Loki’s voice. You were never going to see him, were you? You would never tell him how much he meant to you. You would never be able to feel their lips on yours. You would never tell the trickster you loved him. Because that’s what it was, right? Love…. If only you could have realised it sooner… You were slowly losing your consciousness and this time you didn’t fight it.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Loki noticed you weren’t moving anymore he felt an unspeakable rage within him. It couldn't end like that. He was going to kill that whatever was his name agent, save you and get his head out of his ass and fucking confess his love to you. Exactly in that order. He prayed to the norns that this would work. If he couldn't break the chains he would break the chair.

“Ugh,” the agent looked at your form with disgust “That went too quickly for my liking” That comment was the last straw for Loki. He felt so much power inside him he thought he would burst out. The green light filled the room breaking the chair, the window and Loki’s handcuffs. The trickster was surprised at this sudden outburst of power but they definitely didn’t mind. They conjured a dagger and threw it at the confused agent, tearing his artery in the process. The god didn’t even look at the dying man, he was focused only on you.

He took the now broken chair and threw it on the mirror to shatter it completely. Small pieces of glass flew in every direction, injuring Loki as they cut his cheek. The trickster jumped to the other side not even noticing how some pieces wounded his arms and hands. They ran to you and gently took your face in their hands.

“Hey,” Loki called you, patting your cheek to wake you up “Open your eyes, love. It’s over. It’s ok now”

Hearing someone’s voice you opened your eyes but your vision was still blurry “Please get us out of here!” was all you said before losing your consciousness again.

Loki quickly freed you out by breaking the chains you were in and picked you up. They kicked the door open and sprinted down the hall. Unfortunately, Loki’s outburst of power alarmed other hydra agents who were blocking the exit. The god was about to jump into action again when suddenly Hulk appeared killing the bad guys immediately. And even though Loki feared him, they were happy to see the green creature this time. The trickster wasn’t planning on staying in the same room with him so they left with you in their arms hoping they would find the quinjet and get you to safety.

He noticed Iron Man and the Captain fighting some people. He was so relieved to see them.

“ANTHONY!” he shouted to get the billionaire's attention. Thanks to the norns Tony saw him.

“What happened?” he asked upon noticing your unconscious body.

“We- we split up a-and then they attacked us,” Loki mumbled “they hurt Y/N, we need to get them somewhere safe”

Tony nodded and looked around “I have your back,” he said “The quinjet is not so far away and those damned agents are multiplying like fucking rabbits” Loki didn’t need to be told twice. He held your body closer to his and headed in the direction Tony pointed at.

He got there very fast and gently laid you on the ground. No one else was there to help so Loki decided to patch you up themselves. Looking for any major injuries the god noticed a small device on your chest. He didn’t think what could happen when he took it out. Your body spasmed one more time and your heart stopped beating. But Loki didn’t know. They took you by your shoulders and shook gently to wake you up but there was no response.

“You’re ok, “ he whispered “you’re safe. Wake up, please wake up” he stopped his movements and waited but nothing happened. And then he realised. You weren’t breathing. He panicked and shook you again, thinking it would help somehow “No, no, please don’t do this to me!” he cried “You can’t leave me! Ple- Please.. Wake up. I-I love you, please….” he was so coughed up in this moment he didn’t notice when Tony pulled him away from your body.

“JARVIS start resuscitation!” Tony commanded. A small robot attached itself to your chest and sent the first impulse.

“No pulse detected” JARVIS announced

“Again!” Iron Man said. Loki couldn’t move. They just watched your lifeless body with hundreds of thoughts running through his mind. It was all his fault. The bot sent sent another impulse.

“No pulse detected”

“Dubble up the power and do it again, damnit!” Now Tony was panicking, too. Steven and Natasha were there too. The god had no idea when they got there. But did it really matter? You were dying and he could do nothing about it. The tears streamed down his face again when the bot repeated the sentence again.

“A-again, do it again” Tony was crying now, too. Loki couldn’t bear to see it. If you died he would lose his own will to live. You were his light, his happiness. The god hasn’t used his magic to heal people in so long but they had to at least try. They crawled to you and put one of his hands on your chest. The other one gently caressed your cheek.

Tony stood up and took a step back to give Loki space. The green light slowly escaped his palms and embraced your body. The trickster hoped it would work. But the more power he used the weaker he felt.

Suddenly the bot spoke again announcing that your heart started beating again. Loki exhaled heavily and almost collapsed from exhaustion. He looked up and realised that everyone was here. They all seemed to calm down after JARVIS said you were alive but they could still feel the tension in the air.

You gasped loudly and Loki’s attention was on you again. You looked around you and noticed how everybody was standing over you not saying a word. Your eyes wandered to the left and met with Loki’s. He had a sad smile on his face which was stained with tears. The god embraced you tightly and kissed your head. You started to slowly remember what happened.

“I’m so sorry” Loki whispered into your ear and you put your hands around him. He sounded different. Sad and hurt “I love you so much” he said. You pulled away and cupped his face.

Tony figured out what was happening and motioned everyone to leave for a moment to give the two of you some space.

“And I’m so sorry.” he continued “For what I said earlier. I-I wanted to protect you but it-”

“I know, Loki” you interrupted him “I know you meant well” he could argue with you about it later but now the only thing that mattered was you being alive.

“I love you” the god repeated quietly.

“I love you, too” you reassured him and leaned in to kiss him. Loki’s lips brushed yours until he finally gave in and pulled your body closer to his. You gasped and got so lost in the kiss you forgot about everything bad that has happened today. Loki gently bit your bottom lip as if he was asking you for more. You deepened the kiss and put your hands around his neck and in that moment everything was better.

377 notes · View notes

x-childish-x · 3 years

Note

do you think you could do prompt 11 with pietro maximoff and it takes place during age of ultron when steve brings pietro and wanda back on their ship (possibly with reader indentifying as a girl)? thanks!

Relentless Flirting

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: fluff, terrible pick up lines, flirty!Pietro, pure cheesiness

Word Count: 891

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for this request, I really enjoyed it. It was fun to write! I hope you enjoy this, it's a bit cheesier than I expected lol. Feedback always welcome. 😊

Summary: You are Steve's personal assistant. You meet Pietro when Steve brings the twins back onto the ship.

(gif not mine!)

You grumbled slightly, looking at the small clock on the dashboard. Steve was late, once again. You sighed as you looked back towards the cargo door, waiting for Steve to appear. If you knew being his personal assistant meant spending half your time waiting for him, you might have reconsidered.

"I'm here!" Steve's voice suddenly rings through the walls of the ship.

"'Bout time. I was starting to--" You stopped short as your eyes landed on none other than Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, "Why are they here?"

"We gotta bring them back. She saw Ultron's plan for that body he created, it cannot be brought to life. And... well you know Tony, he'll bring it to life," Steve rambled as he stepped into the cockpit, watching as you stared at him emotionlessly.

"Is she controlling you?"

Steve smiled as you jabbed your head towards Wanda, "No. She's not. They both helped me save a lot of people."

You tilted your head, "Is that how you got that train to stop?"

"Yep."

You sighed, shaking your head before turning back towards the controls, "Well... I guess we better get back fast then?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Steve.. we've spoken about this."

"Sorry."

He walked out of the cockpit, chuckling to himself, looking towards the twins before deciding to join them. One time he thought it would be funny to say 'Ay Ay Captain' to you when you were giving him his debriefing for the day, and long story short, you hated it, he loved it, and now he calls you Captain any chance he gets. Despite that being... his title.

After another few seconds, you took off up into the air, smiling happily with yourself as you flew. You enjoyed moments like this, moments of peace where you could just successfully do your job. You never imagined that you would be working for Captain America, but here you are.

"You are talented, no?" A very thick accent spoke up behind you, causing you to turn your head, Pietro.

"Uh.. yea, I guess I am," You shrugged as you punched in coordinates to the avengers' tower.

He walked in further, looking over you in your seat to watch you work with all the buttons, "You are an excellent pilot..."

You noticed his pause was for your name, and you smiled slightly, "(Y/n) (l/n), and thanks."

He moved once more, this time plopping down in the co-pilot seat, "You are very beautiful."

At this, you sat up straighter, looking over at the boy, scrunching your eyebrows, "What's your game?"

"Am I not allowed to tell a beautiful woman how gorgeous she is?"

Your cheeks heated up at his comment, and you immediately snapped your head back to staring straight ahead, "Thanks... I guess."

"I mean it... I wonder, are you French?"

You're eyebrows scrunched once more though you didn't dare look back at the male beside you, "No, I'm not."

"That's odd.. because Eiffel for you."

Your eyes widened as you couldn't stop yourself from looking over at the mutant male, a smirk planted across his face at the sight of your rosy cheeks. You forced yourself to look forward again. Sure, Pietro was good looking, extremely attractive, and something about that adorable accent made you force yourself not to swoon. But... he had just come back with Steve, you weren't completely sure if you could trust him. However, Pietro remained indifferent to your silence and continued with flirting.

"Besides being unfairly sexy, what do you do for a living?" He asked, looking around the cockpit casually.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your thumping heart, "I'm Steve's personal assistant."

He let out a quiet, pained groan, which immediately caught your attention, "Do you have any medicine?"

"For what specifically?" You asked as you twisted to grab the medical bag you kept at your feet.

"My eyes... something's wrong with them... I can't take them off of you."

"Pietro... I swear to God--"

"Speaking of God, do you have his number?" You looked at the young man, giving him a look like he was insane, "You should tell him he's missing an angel."

"I'm not joking, I will--"

"Hey (y/n)?"

A shiver ran down your spine the moment he said your name, and you tried to fight off the heat you felt rising to your cheeks once more. It felt... so right. It felt like he was meant to say your name. Like out of everyone in the world he was meant to say your name for the rest of your lives. You gulped nervously before nodding your head, signaling he had your attention.

"Ah.. you are so beautiful you made me forget my pickup line."

"Pietro, I swear to god, I'll beat you to death with my high heels, if you don't shut the fuck up."

"I'll stop.. tell me you don't like it, and I'll stop immediately."

You opened your mouth to reply but quickly closed it. Shit, how did he catch you like that? Pietro's soft chuckle flooded your ears as he smiled, leaning back in the co-pilot chair. Watching your face scrunch in concentration as you tried to find a way around his proposition. Dammit... he knew you liked it, so how could you get out of this one?

"Don't worry, Princessa, my shirt's made of boyfriend material."

"Dammit, Pietro."

#pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff x y/n #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver x you #quicksilverxreader #quicksilver x y/n #pietromaximoffxreader #pietromaximoffxyou #pietromaximoffxy/n #The Avengers #Avengers #avengers age of ultron #aou #marvel #marvel cinematic universe

237 notes · View notes