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here are my rules before you make a request, i'm very open to most but there are some things i have some conditions for, happy requesting!
NO pedophilia, rape, incest, pet play, urophilia (piss kink), dub-con, yandere, scat
I have other projects outside of requests, so there may be times I won't be able to fulfill yours. There is no timeline on when the request will be fulfilled
I only accept character x reader, and with that no OCs, it's hard to squeeze in all the fine details
I can write in poly relationships (ex. poly!stucky, poly!marauders, poly!wolfstar)
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Do you take silly request or questions that you might answer in story form or headcannon style
Yes!! Send away! Just make sure to specify what you want and I'll try my hand at it 😊
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hihi! i saw your requests are open; could you write 1 and/or 3 with loki? so excited to read this!
Of course! Thank you for the requests! Don’t apologize, you’re good. ☺️
Deciding to take a break, you set down your pen, and take your gaze away from the seemingly large desktop computer screen. Rubbing your now strained eyes, your hug your knees while sinking in your comfortable desk chair. Looking at the calendar in the bottom corner of your computer, you make an unnecessary mental note of the date.
April 5th, 2024.
You couldn’t believe it.
It had been six years since Loki had passed. You still remember the day when Thor broke the news to you. While you processed and moved through grief in your own way, you still couldn’t believe he was gone. Closing your eyes, you felt the warmth of the sun beaming in through your apartments window, harking back to a simpler time.
The fresh Asgardian air lingered in your lungs with the scent of sea salt and flowers. Taking in the sights, you calmly walked through the gardens and sat down on a small stone bench with a book in hand. Returning your attention to the text, you greatly appreciated that Odin recommended that you brush up on the vast culture of Asgard. Diving into the book, you hadn’t realized that a few hours had passed.
So much so that Loki was determined to find your hiding place within the Palace. Coming into the gardens, Loki makes his way to the peaceful place where you sat.
“There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He says, sitting down next to you.
“You knew I wouldn’t get far.” You reply and close the book.
Looking up at Loki, you glance into his eyes, just as he leans closer to you.
“What is it?” You ask, with your voice turning into a whisper.
“I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N. And it’s all I could’ve asked for. Even though I am just a lowly God.” Loki confesses.
“You’re not a lowly God, Loki. You just haven’t found your purpose yet and I know you will.” You say, placing your hand of his as the late afternoon transformed into the early evening.
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Not to start anything... but Billy giving the reader a collar for their "playtime" 👀
A/N: Thank you so much for starting things 😍 this scenario has been living rent free in my head since I got it, found this gorgeous collar online and knew it had to be it! Hope you enjoy!
"Close your eyes." Billy says as he goes to move from the table where you've just finished dinner, and you do as you're told, the slight thrill of not knowing what he's doing making your belly all tingly.
You can hear him walk to the back of the apartment, possibly near the bathroom, before he comes back, the distinct sound of his shoes against the hardwood floor the only sound you can hear as he comes close.
"Hold out your hands." He breathes in your ear and you jump, the resulting chuckle bringing a heated blush across your face. You know he loves it when he manages to startle you.
"Billy..." You whine as his lips find your hairline.
"Do as you're told, Kitten." He says, the subtle weight behind his words making you shiver.
"Y-yes daddy." You whisper, tongue darting out to wet your drying lips as you do as you're told, the weight of something cool and smooth being placed in your open hands.
"Open." Billy says, kissing your temple again making it difficult to do as he asks but you push your eyes open to see the powder pink leather and rose gold collar resting in your hands.
"Billy!" You gasp, fingers gingerly touching the soft yet sturdy material, everything but the width so pretty and delicate and it takes you a moment to understand why the buckle looks different than ones you've seen before.
"It's a locking-tongue buckle." Billy explains as he takes the collar from your hands, opening it before pulling a matching lock in the shape of a heart from his pocket.
"So that once I put this on you," He slips a hand up to your neck, squeezing softly to feel your pulse flutter against his fingertips. "It's on you until I decide to take it off."
"Fuck, Billy-" You whisper only to have the hold on your neck tightened.
"What have I told you about foul language?" He asks, though he sounds more amused at your breathlessness than disappointed at your words.
"I'm sorry, daddy." You manage to whisper out, the delicious lightheadedness creeping in and making you grin in spite of yourself.
"What am I going to do with you? With such a naughty kitten?" He tuts, biting down softly on your neck, knowing it'll do nothing to ease the rush of heat traveling between your legs.
"Anything, daddy." You gasp around the hold on your throat, hands coming to claw at his as you press your thighs together, yearning for some friction yet finding none.
"Should I finger fuck you right here while you're wearing your pretty new collar? Make you come undone, taking orgasm after orgasm from you until you're begging me to stop?"
"Fu- Yes, please, daddy!" You catch the curse word before it fully leaves your lips and the light click of the lock closing the leather around your neck has you shivering.
As you willingly and eagerly spread your legs for his wandering hand Billy grins to himself, he knew the collar was a good idea.
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Ohh! Can you write something for thor where you comfort him after the snap and he sometimes comes over at your place to sleep because he can’t sleep alone and cries to you ineedsomeangstplease
Warnings: mentions of the snappening/blip/thanos being a jerk.
Word count: 781
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Thor would sometimes come over. It was just a thing. It happened. It wasn’t a big deal, and it wasn’t anything uncomfortable for you. Sometimes, he just needed to keep nightmares away.
He never said the words “nightmares,” exactly, but just said, “They’re only dreams... Anyway, I brought a keg!” and then run into your living room to avoid the real reason he had stopped by.
The two of you weren’t exactly involved, not the way that Tony or Steve or Nat would probably guess. The love between you, it was unspoken and stayed that way. You didn’t need verbal confirmation that Thor trusted you above anyone else, and he didn’t need you to say the words “I love you,” when just being there for him said it already.
Chaste kisses were exchanged at the door, and that was about as involved as you two got.
You and Thor had bonded over the past three years, since the Snap, since the Blip. You could tell your friend was just as raw has he had been, but he was learning to take care of it.
His hair grew out over time. His belly was softer, but he was watching his nutrition. Something about “A healthy body leads to a healthy mind.” Often, he would bemoan and complain about how his once godly six pack looked flabby, but you assured him a little skin was nothing to worry about. He was doing great. He was at least trying. You reminded him that brushing your teeth once a day was better than not doing it at all.
Thor would smile, take your hands, and pull you into a hug. It wasn’t the real problem, the belly fat, but it was a different way to say you loved him.
More often, Thor would come over at night. It was usually after the clouds rolled in that you knew he was having a hard time dealing with the reminders of Loki, of Heimdall, of the other half of Asgard he couldn’t save... Of the half of the world that didn’t exist anymore.
He would come knocking on your door like the sky was falling. You knew the drill. You grabbed whatever blanket you could and brought him inside, petting his hair and taking him to the bed. He would grip you tightly, sobbing into your shoulder and talking about how he wished the hurt would go away, how he was so grateful for you, how he should have told his brother he cared more often.
Eventually, Thor only came to your place to sleep. He moved his things in. He kept his belongings next to yours and he was a decent roommate. He couldn’t sleep without you. He needed to know you weren’t some sort of trick his mind had conjured up. He needed to know you wouldn’t disappear.
It was taking time, but Thor was gradually loosening up. His fear was melting away. He took to doing Midgardian things, even some (to the neighbors, possibly to you) odd things, like putting peanut butter on pancakes and drinking tomato juice out of a coffee mug. He would pick up painting and charcoal drawing. When the Avengers needed him, he would still save the day. He would feel like a hero again. Like he was worthy, again. You told him how he was always worthy, no matter what.
“Funny,” he would muse, “Jane used to say that, too... But it was always after a night together. Never over pancakes and peanut butter.”
He never spoke of Jane after that. He just held your hand and told you, just before bed, how you were his hero. Never “I love you,” just “You’re the finest warrior,” “You’re the bravest,” “You save me every day, my darling.”
Until one particularly bad nightmare.
He hadn’t had one in months. The thrashing was what woke you. You turned over, pulled him out of bed, and gave him some soup or hot chocolate to calm him down. He was shaking like mad. He wouldn’t tell you what he had seen, but he wouldn’t let you go too far without knowing what you were up to.
“Be careful,” he would tell you in a grave voice. He would search your eyes with his big, red, wet ones. “I love you. I can’t lose you.”
“I love you, too, Thor,” you said honestly. “Now, please... Let me take care of you, you big baby. Drink your cup and let me get some movies.”
He nodded. “You always know how to make me feel better...”
“That’s because I’m yours,” you teased. You kissed his forehead. He leaned into you, sighing deeply.
“Thank you for being mine.”
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Chapter 29: Zemo
Summary: You stop Bucky from enacting his incredibly stupid plan. There are better ways to get to the Baron.
Notes: Divider by @firefly-graphics
Twenty-four hours had passed. At least, that’s what Bucky had assessed. It was hard to keep track in the warehouse, but he had picked up some tricks while with Hydra to keep track of time when he was on missions. Being that watches weren’t a thing Winter Soldiers could wear and all.
In that time, you had restrained Bucky and Sam in a way that not even Bucky could break free. You were leaving to take Lemar and Walker back - or rather, what was left of Walker. While Bucky and Sam never saw what Walker looked like, they both had a very good idea.
Bucky paced the length of his cell, wondering how long your powers would be able to keep him out. He knew you weren’t in the building, but how far you had gone was unknown. But your powers had to have a limit. A breaking point.
The door slowly opened and for a split second of insanity, Bucky considered rushing at you. But he knew it was pointless.
“Good to know you have more brains than Rogers,” you strolled in.
“He had brains. He was the man with a plan.”
You snorted. “Steve never had a plan in all his years of being Cap. You, on the other hand…”
“Don’t. It’s not a bad plan.”
“No, it’s an incredibly stupid plan.” You rolled your eyes. “Do you realize how quickly Wakanda would be on your ass? That you don’t need to break him out just to get the information?”
“That last part is only true if you help us.” Bucky looked over at you, trying not to appear hopeful.
You sighed. This wasn’t your area. You weren’t an Avenger anymore. You should have dropped them off when you took Lemar and Walker. So why didn’t you?
“If - and this is a big IF - I were to help you, feckless idiots, I would be in charge. That’s not even a question. My powers are limitless and I won’t take shit from either of you.”
“I mean, not completely limitless. Right?”
You walked up to Barnes and looked him in the eyes. “Did you know you’re in Europe? And that I went all the way back to New York with Lemar and Walker? That my powers kept these rooms under lock and key the entire time?”
Bucky could help his jaw-dropping.
“Does it sound like I have limits?”
“I, uh,” he was speechless.
“That’s what I thought.” You circled Bucky as you spoke. “Don’t get me wrong, I understand why you hoped I was. There was a time I hoped that for myself as well. But that time is long gone.”
You stopped in front of him and looked into his eyes, noticing how similar they were to Steve’s. Another time, indeed. But you were no longer built for love, no matter who was making the offer. Not like anyone would now, with all that you’ve done. Oh, if only Steve could see you now.
“You honestly think this is a good idea: talking to Zemo.”
It wasn’t a question, but Bucky knew he would still need to answer you. “Yes. We need to stop whoever is making more super-soldiers.”
You studied Bucky for a few moments, digging deep into his mind. And seeing everything he endured since the airport in Germany. He really did believe this was the only path. And you shouldn’t care. You should just let these idiots get caught.
But you couldn’t. You weren’t sure why. Maybe because you wanted to be the end of Zemo. But deep down - far deep down - you knew it might be more than that.
“Fine. You and Sam will remain here while I gather what intel you need.”
“Wait, you’re gonna leave us locked up this whole time?”
“You’re saying I can trust you?”
Bucky sighed, “you’re the mind reader. You’re saying you can’t read my jumbled thoughts to figure that out?”
“Don’t sass me, White Wolf.” He couldn’t help his jaw dropping at this and you laughed. “Yes, I know of the nickname they gave you. I can read your mind, remember?”
“So does this mean you’ll help us? And not keep us locked up like animals?”
“You know, I do like that title better. More dignified.” Bucky just waited patiently. You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Fine. I will let you and Sam have free run over the warehouse. But only the warehouse.”
“So much for trust.”
“Bite me, Barnes. You don’t know me any more than I know you. But I do know Sam and he has the same moral compass as-” you stopped yourself and sighed again. “I know what he would do. You both stay here while I talk to Zemo.”
With a flick of your hand, Sam’s door slammed open. He tentatively came out and saw you and Bucky talking outside his cell. The moment was awkward as he walked over and stood a few feet away.
Finally, he spoke. “So, something tells me you’re not releasing us.”
“Not yet. Your partner in crime here has a brilliant idea and I decided to do it for him.”
You fixed your eyes on Sam, but he didn’t back down. He had known you almost as long as Steve had. He knew what used to be in your heart and he wasn’t afraid.
“Maybe I feel like being charitable.”
“Maybe I don’t buy it.”
“Maybe you should shut up before I make you forget everything you’ve ever known.”
Sam put up his hands in a surrender motion. “Hey now, you can’t blame me for being suspicious. You were always on the side of good until-”
“Don’t. I remember what happened. Let’s just say, I respect Wakanda too much to give them a headache in the form of Barnes. Just sit tight. I’ll be right back with the information you need.”
You left before either could comment more and used your powers to put an unbreakable bubble around the building. Now, to find Zemo.
Helmut wondered if it was possible to die of boredom. He knew his time would come, his work would be complete, but there were moments that he wondered if it had to take so painstakingly long to get there.
He sighed quietly to himself and turned the page of the book he was reading. As he began to read the new page, a book on the desk next to him shifted an inch. Helmut raised his eyes and watched as the book kept inching along the desk until it was floating off the edge.
“Well,” Helmut closed his book, “this certainly isn’t boring.”
The book floating higher and closer to Helmut before slapping him across the face and then dropping to the floor.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a few years now,” came your bodiless voice.
Helmut blinked as he looked around. “Now, clearly I have a visitor even if my eyes are deceiving me.”
“No deception here, Zemo. I just didn’t want to visit the traditional way.”
He stood up from the bed and walked over to the glass wall of his cell. “That voice...I’ve heard it once before.”
“You have. Back in Siberia.”
A small smile graced his face. “Ah, the beautiful Glass. I remember you well.”
“I would imagine so, seeing as I’m the reason you’re in here.”
“Why are you hiding? I’m allowed the occasional visitor.”
You snorted. “I’m sure you are.”
“Then why hide? Unless you had something to do with the recent headlines I’ve been reading?”
“Don’t be cheeky, it won’t get you anywhere with me.”
“Is that what happened with Captain Rogers?”
Zemo didn’t have a chance to brace himself before he was tossed across his cell and into the back wall.
“If you’re done asking stupid questions, we can get to the reason why I’m here.”
Helmut groaned as he dropped down to his bed. You hadn’t been this rough with him last time and he knew he would have to be smarter if he was going to stay alive.
“Very well then. I would like to extend my deepest apologies. That was extremely rude of me.”
“Save it. There’s no use in lying to me. Since the last time we’ve met, I’ve had a power upgrade. I can read everything that crosses your mind. Even the stuff buried deep down.”
“Then you know I wasn’t lying. Rudeness is not what I strive for.”
“I honestly don’t care. I’m here for information. Then I’ll go.”
Zemo got to his feet and stood a foot from the glass wall, holding his arms out. “I cannot stop you, so gather what you need.”
You probed into his mind, trying to take what you could. But you came across a wall. “Who’s the Power Broker?”
“They will have all the information you will need to find the rest. While I have never met him, his reputation is known far and wide.”
“Well, thank you for providing me where to find him. I’ll take it from here.”
“You cannot simply walk into Madripoor and expect to speak with the Power Broker.”
“Why not? I simply walked in here without anyone knowing.”
“This is true and while I have no doubt you could turn Madripoor upside down in finding him, I believe I have an easier way.”
“And why in fresh hell should I listen to you?”
“Because I don’t need to read your mind to know how quickly you want this to be over.”
You shimmered into view and Zemo got a good look at you since the last time you met. The scorched side of your head, the crisscross scars, the different colored eyes.
“As beautiful as ever, but now with the air of power.”
“Save it, Baron. I know what you think of my people. And if you even think for one moment you can betray me…”
“I’ll be dead quicker than it takes to activate the Winter Soldier.”
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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Request: “can you write a tom holland imagine about tom and reader getting married and when the wedding pictures get posted, tom's toxic fans do not takecthe news well and reader and tom decide to do pda in front of them and posts pics of them kissing to piss off the toxic fans?” - @photoshopart15
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: talks of toxic fans and anxiety
“Hi there, Mrs. Holland” you heard your husband say as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.
You were standing in front of the television watching the news story about you both. You both had recently announced your marriage by posting some of your wedding photos. To say you were nervous about how people would respond would be an understatement.
“Why are you still watching this? You know that it doesn’t matter what they say” he said, turning you around to face him. He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss against your lips. As you both pulled away, you leaned your forehead against his. “I know I shouldn’t care what they say” you said, softly.
He gave you another kiss before telling you, “I love you.”
He gave you a kiss on the forehead before going to take a shower. You turned off the television, knowing you should ignore what the media was saying. You and Tom were happy and that’s all that mattered.
Your phone buzzed with a text from one of your friends. It said, “Hey, love. I’m so sorry about all these posts. Ignore them!”
The text was sent with a screenshot of some tweets on Twitter. You tried to not read the tweets, but you couldn’t stop yourself. They were horrible. Some of Tom’s more toxic fans were outraged that you both had gotten married. They were bashing you both and saying that it was purely a publicity stunt.
You weren’t sad because of what they were saying, but rather felt angry. They had no reason to be so rude. Your marriage had nothing to do with them.
When Tom returned to the living room, he saw you scrolling through Twitter. “Have you seen some of these tweets? Why are people like this?” You asked him, tossing your phone down onto the couch.
“Come on, you need a break. Let’s go get some lunch” he said, pulling you towards the front door. You both slipped on your shoes and then got in the car.
Tom pulled up to your favorite spot to eat lunch. As you sat down at one of the outside tables, Tom grabbed your hand from across the table. “I’m so lucky that you’re my wife” he said, looking into your eyes.
You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter as he looked at you with that adoring look in his eyes. “I love you” you said, a smirk creeping onto your face.
You both had an amazing lunch, just enjoying the alone time. As you were waiting for the check, you saw some people that were taking photos of you both from across the street.
Tom noticed it too. “Just look at me, darling” he told you, interlacing your fingers. You tried to focus on Tom’s eyes, but it was hard when you felt all those people staring at you. Some of them began calling Tom’s name, but he focused on keeping you calm.
He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and gave you an encouraging smile. “Tom, marry me instead! I’m prettier than she is!” one of the fans yelled from across the street. You felt sick to your stomach.
Tom instantly noticed the worried look on your face. “Come on. Let’s go” he said, leaving some money on the table. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked to the car.
“Don’t even worry about them” he said, pressing kisses to your temple. He continued to whisper encouraging thoughts as you both left the restaurant.
You both got to the car, and he walked you to your door. “I love you,” he said, as he pressed you up against the door. He cupped your face and leaned in to kiss you. You felt him smirk against the kiss, and you knew he was doing it to make them all jealous.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close to you. His lips fit perfectly against yours, and you almost forgot about all the people staring at you.
He pulled away and placed a final peck on your lips. You both into the car, and you saw an almost child-like grin on his face. “Did you like making them all jealous?” You teased, knowing him all too well. He shrugged his shoulders, but you knew what that meant.
“I gotta show them that you’re mine” he said, smirking and pulling out of the parking lot. “Thank you for sticking up for me” you said, looking over at him with a smile on your face. He spent the entire ride with his hand protectively on your thigh.
When you got home, you fell asleep on the couch as Tom went to respond to some work emails.
You woke up on the couch and stretched. You checked your phone to look at the time, but saw a lot of text messages from friends and family. They all were talking about how sweet Tom was and something he posted on Instagram.
You decided to check Instagram to see what everyone was talking about. You saw that Tom had tagged you in some photos. As you scrolled through the photos, you saw various photos starting from the beginning of your relationship all the way to your wedding. They were some of your favorite photos of you both as a couple.
Then, you read the caption:
“For those of you who don’t know, this is my beautiful wife! She is the absolute light of my life, and I have noticed that some of you have been treating her pretty horribly. I love my fans, but anyone being rude to my wife is not a true fan of mine. She means the world to me, and I won’t let anyone tell her she is anything less than amazing”
You could feel the tears start to appear in your eyes. You were so touched by how sweet and genuine his message was. At the end of the day, you always knew that Tom loved you, but it was nice to be reminded that he was always on your side.
You walked into your bedroom and saw him laying down on your bed. “Hi, honey” he said, looking up to meet your eyes. Without saying anything, you walked over to him and laid down on top of him.
“What’s going on?” He asked, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around your frame. You snuggled your face into his chest. “I saw what you posted” you said, your cheeks hurting from smiling.
He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you too,” he said, knowing what you were trying to say.
“I want you to know that I always have your back. You are my number one, okay?” He said, earning a nod from you.
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Please! | [Platonic] Deadpool x Black, Female, Plus Size Reader
A/n: we stan dp in this house damn it 😤
“Bitch!!!” You heard a familiar voice shout. You looked at the source of the voice and gasped in excitement, “No fucking waaaay!!!” You saw Deadpool run towards you so you ran at him too. He jumped into your arms, with you barely holding you up. “I thought I would never see your ugly ass face ever again.” You said as you put the merc down, hugging him immediately. Wade chuckles, “I always come back and you know that!”
You both pulled away from the hug and Wade started speaking again, “I need a tiny winy, incee wincee favor though.” he said in a high pitched voice. You frowned instantly and rubbed the bridge of your nose, “Damn it Wade. What do you need now?”￼
Now here you are. Standing next to Wade and which both of you were standing in front of the X-mansion.“When did you have the time to befriend the X-men?” Wade pulled you closer suddenly making you huff a little. “It’s a long yet complicated story my chubby and very warm friend.” You got out of the merc’s grasp and put your hands up in defeat. “Yeah no. I’m not doing this shit. Whatever these people need, you can help them not me.”
You started to walk away before Wade grabbed your arm. “Please (Y/n), please! I know you said “don’t drag my black ass into your white ass business” that one time you almost died because of me, but it’s for the people.” You could sense him pouting under his mask. You sighed and stood back next to him, “Fine, but if someone ends up shooting at me you’re gonna loose your heart privileges.”
You felt Deadpool hug you which made you smile a little. “Yes! Okay no need to be nervous now!” ”I’m not nervous-” “It’s time for you, mama bear, to see mi amigos.” As he said that he pushed his finger into your soft cheek, making you swat his finger away.
Wade knocked then immediately opened the mansion doors. “Hiii there you beautiful bastards~ I got someone who could help us!”
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LOTR/MARVEL ship please
🌈 she/her, bisexual
🧠 im a bit of a know it all, physical touch is my love language, zodiac sign is Leo, my Hogwarts house is hufflepuff, im very blunt when I communicate and it's harder for me to open up emotionally, i like spoiling my s/o's, I'm a little insecure at times so I overcompensate by being a bit bold but people who dont know me that well can interpret it as being egotistical, my mbti type is intj, I like to joke around a lot, im terrible at math and i crave all other types of knowledge, for flaws im sarcastic as all hell when i talk, my patience isnt the best, and I grew up an only child so my sharing skills arent top notch either and by the same token i have been in general pretty spoiled. physically im 147 cm slightly stockier for my height, I have wavy brown hair and DARK brown eyes, my skin is a lighter olive color and I have thick and dark eyelashes and eyebrows. i love to create abstract art pieces.
if you ever get to this THANK YOU SO MUCH and sorry for the large paragraph ❤❤
Don't be sorry ! I got to this dw :>
I ship you with -
Wanda Maximoff a.k.a Scarlet Witch :)
Even though we know she's sensitive , she'll love your bluntness .
She's empathetic , so she's going to be there for you when you find it difficult to open up !
You like spoiling her and I don't think she'll stop you much !
Your sarcasm is gonna make her laugh or smile everytime you talk. !
She's gonna love your wavy hair and dark brown eyes !
She'll help you embrace your insecurities instead of covering them with boldness !
She's patient , so even if you aren't , it's fine !
Joking around together would be so much fun !
She's going to frame each and every abstract art that you make !
Hufflepuff makes you kind , loyal and fair . She's gonna love these qualities !
She's never gonna judge you , nor is she going to consider your boldness as ego . Instead , she'll see right through you !
You'll always have a hand around her shoulder or waist or maybe you both would be holding hands all the time ? Or cuddling would be there for sure !
Overall , a very deep and understanding relationship!
Your bestfriend would be -
Tony Stark a.k.a Iron man
Sarcasm battles are a daily thing ! But he'll be sure not to hurt your feelings !
He'll understand why it's difficult for you to open up !
You would be his lab partner ! And he's gonna tease you about your math !
Overall , a funny yet caring friendship !
I ship you with -
He's a quiet one and your sarcasm fits here well !
He's romantic so he'll definately make sure you know how amazing you are and that's gonna wipe away your insecurities !
He'll not judge you !
He'll be patient while you open up to him emotionally and also , he's gonna be a spoiler too ..
He's going to love your cravings for knowledge !
Overall , a very simple and happy relationship !
Your bestfriend would be -
Pipin 'Perrigin' Took and Merry 'Meriadoc' Brandybuck
Having fun with them is a daily activity !
They're really loyal and so are you !
Overall , a fun relationship !
Gifs not mine !
I hope you liked it!
Thank you for the ask 😊
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Feel free to send in requests!!!
-Mod Hawks (Steve shift)
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HEADCANON REQUESTS OPEN FOR THE FOLLOWING:
please i have so many volturi requests - i wanna write for more stuff
Volturi Guard: Alec, Demetri, Felix, Jane, Heidi The Cullens: Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Bella, Edward, Carlisle, Esme
Wolf Pack: Same, Jared, Paul, Embry, Quil, Jacob, Seth, Leah The
Humans: Mike, Jessica, Angela, Eric, Tyler
The Hicks: Wayne, Daryl, Dan, Katy
The Hockey Players + others: Reilly, Jonesy, Tanis, Stewart
THE HUNGER GAMES:
The Careers: Cato, Clove, Marvel, Glimmer
The Crew: Katniss, Peeta, Joanna, Finnick, Haymitch, Effie
The Trios: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Neville
The Weasleys: Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill
The Gryffindors: Oliver, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Parvati
The Ravenclaws & The Hufflepuffs: Luna, Cho, Padma, Cedric, Justin
The Slytherins: Draco, Marcus, Blaise, Pansy The Marauders: Sirius, James, Remus, Peter
The Teens: Billy, Steve, Nancy, Jonathon
THE MCU & MARVEL SHOWS:
The OG Avengers: Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Thor
Agents of Shield: Daisy, May, Coulson, Fitz, Simmons, Ward
The Lost Souls: Wanda, Loki, Bucky,
The Guardians of the Galaxy: Gamora, Nebula, Starlord, Drax, Mantis
Newer Avengers: Scott, Peter Parker, Carol, T'Challa, Falcon, War Machine
First Class: Erik, Prof X, Mystique, Banshee, Havoc, Beast
X-Men OG Trilogy: Wolverine, Iceman, Kitty, Rogue, Jean, Cyclops
Hellfire Club: Shaw, Frost, Angel Salvadore, Azazel, Riptide
Apocalyptic Team: Apocalypse, Psylocke, Angel, Magneto, Storm
Apocalypse X-Men: Cyclops, Jean, Jubilee, Quicksilver, Nightcrawler
Days of Futures Past: Kitty, Iceman, Colossos, Blink, Sunspot, Warpath
THE WALKING DEAD:
The OG Camp: Daryl, Rick, Shane, Andrea, Amy, Glenn, T-Dog
The Farm: Daryl, Rick, Shane, Andrea, Maggie, Beth, Glenn
The Prison: Daryl, Rick, Tyreese, Sasha, Maggie, Beth, Glenn
Season Four Era: Daryl, Beth, Noah, Abraham, Eugene, Tara, Rosalita
Gen 1: Sid, Chris, Jal, Michelle, Tony, Anwar, Maxxie
Gen 2: Katie, Emily, Naomi, JJ, Freddie, Effy, Cook, Pandora
The ASBO 5: Nathan, Rudy, Curtis, Kelly, Alisha, Simon
The Probation Workers: Sally, Sean, Tony
The Kings & Queens: Caspian, Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy
The Gallaghers: Fiona, Lip, Ian, Debbie, Carl
Friends of the Gallaghers: Mickey, Mandy, Kev, V, Svetlana
Hemlock Grove: Roman, Peter, Destiny
Origins Party: Zevran, Lelianna, Alistair, Morrigan
Inquisition Party: Sera, Varric, Cassandra, Cullen, Lelianne, Josephine, Iron Bull, Dorian, Solas, Blackwall, Vivienne, Cole
The Eight: Ashley, Emily, Matt, Mike, Josh, Chris, Sam, Jessica
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Can I please get a marvel ship.
I'm a Taurus. A bit introverted, until I become close to someone, then I can be pretty crazy. I love to read, draw and dance. I love rock music. I have kind of an alternative punk style.
I have a purple pixie hairstyle. Brown eyes, I'm 5 ft. And I hate it. I wear glasses, which I actually like, I think they make me look smart and cool.
Um. I hope that's enough. Thank you.
I had to check your blog , you forgot to mention your gender preference ! Also , I thought of Peter Parker in the beginning but ..
I ship you with -
Steve Rogers a.k.a Captain America :)
He'll firstly think of you as a girl who's quiet and doesn't talk much . But on being close with you , he'll realise how talkative you can be !
He'll love your brown and eyes and 5ft height !
"You know why you're 5ft ? So that you can directly rest your head on my heart when we hug " he'll say .
He'll love your look in glasses !
He'll stare at you with you read or dance . He might even teach you the dance in his time !
Taurus are known to be patient , so you'll be patient while he tries to move on from Peggy !
Taurus are also very loyal and he'll appreciate your loyalty !
Overall , a very comfortable relationship !
Your bestfriend would be -
Peter Parker a.k.a Spiderman
I just felt like he'll be a good friend to you !
Maybe you both won't meet everyday , but when you do , the friendship will just deepen !
Overall , a long distance friendship !
Gifs not mine
I hope you liked it !
Thank you for the ask ☺️
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Brainwashed - Part Two
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Waking up in the twenty-first century was pretty much the shock of your life. That is until you find out that your boyfriend from the ‘40s survived his fall from the train and is now a deadly assassin.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: being on the run situation, mentions of brainwashing, bucky struggling to remember his past
Part 1 /
As you fled the Hydra base, you had a million thoughts running through your mind. You had Bucky's hand clutched in yours. You were worried that if you let go, you may never see him again.
As you ran out into the open city streets, you quickly pulled him into an abandoned alley that you saw. You finally stopped to take a breath, leaning against the cold stone wall.
You looked over at the uneasy man next to you. He understandably looked overwhelmed. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it revolved around the idea of a happy reunion. That wasn’t what was happening.
“Why do I know you?” He asked you. You could see the fear in your eyes. You slowly walked closer to him, testing the waters. “Do you remember anything about your life?” You asked him, cautiously. You prepared yourself for the worst possible answer.
You watched him for a moment, and you could see his brain putting together the pieces. “It’s all a blur. Long time ago. I remember baseball games, and taking you to Coney Island. I remember Stan, no wait…Steve!” He rambled. It tugged on your heartstrings to watch how excited he got by remembering some small details.
“I know you’re going through a lot, but I need you to trust me if we’re going to make it” you told him, earning a nod. You ran your hand through your hair, thinking out a plan. You knew your faces would be plastered on every television and every newspaper.
You looked back over at Bucky. You glanced up and down at his full tactical gear. He would be extremely out of place on a street in D.C. “You need to change your clothes. So, I just have to get you to a store that’s about a block from here” you told him. You were trying with every fiber of your being to remain calm.
“Why don’t I just stay here?” He asked, softly. You thought about it for a second, before shaking your head. “I can’t leave you” you said, blatantly.
You both followed the alleyways and snuck in the back door of the store. After you had grabbed some clothes, you let Bucky change. After he was done, you turned back around. You saw the Bucky you were more familiar with.
“What next?” He asked you, with his signature sweet tone. You felt a tear escape your eye and quickly wiped it away. He noticed, but didn’t mention it. You thought you’d never see Bucky again, but there he was.
“You remember Steve, right? I need to find a pay phone to call him” you told him, distancing yourself from your emotions. Bucky wasn’t as easily distracted. “Are you alright?” He asked you, his voice full of concern.
You nodded and put a fake smile. You took a small step forward and slid his sunglasses over his eyes. “Now you’re ready” you said, using the same fake smile. You both headed down the street, watching out for any agents.
You made it to the phone booth without any problems. You tugged him inside the booth with you, not wanting him to be too far away. You knew it was your job to protect him. You had failed before, but you wouldn’t fail again.
You were both pressed up against each other. He maneuvered you both, so you were facing each other. As you waited for the phone to ring, you noticed how close you were to him.
You had to resist from leaning in to kiss him.
If someone got their soulmate back from the dead, the first thing they’d want to do was hug and kiss them. You had to stop yourself, so you didn’t overwhelm Bucky.
You couldn’t even imagine what was going on in his brain. So, you were as helpful as you could be.
The phone continued to ring, and you worried Steve might not pick up. Then, you heard his voice on the other end. “Hello?” He asked. You felt so relieved that he was okay considering that Hydra was looking for him too.
“Steve, it’s me” you told him, a smile breaking onto your face. You heard him breath a sigh of relief. “Are you okay? I found the pin you left at the parking garage. Did they find you? What happened?” He asked, bombarding you with questions.
You expected him to be worried, but he needed to know about Bucky. “Yes, they grabbed me at the parking garage, but I escaped. Now, I need to tell you something” you told him, trying to get to the point. You begin to fidget with the zipper on your jacket, trying to figure out how to tell Steve.
Bucky noticed your nervous state, and picked your hand up in his. It sent electric shocks down your fingers. He still seemed hesitant, but he gave you an encouraging smile before lightly holding onto your hand. You could tell more and more was coming back to him, but you didn’t want to push it.
“What do you mean you escaped? How? Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Where are you?” Steve continued to ramble. You could hear how concerned he was just from his tone.
“Steven!” You yelled, cutting him. He instantly stopped talking. He knew you only used his full name when you were serious.
You felt a few tears roll down your cheeks as you held back a sob. “What’s wrong?” He asked, feeling your emotions through the phone.
Bucky also noticed the tears that you were trying to hold back. He was still only vaguely aware of why he knew you, but his instincts hadn’t changed. His instincts told him to protect you, even if he didn’t know why. He moved his hand to your back and rubbed comforting circles. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to you.
“Steve, I need you to listen to me. It’s about Bucky. He’s alive. It’s a really long story, but he’s…he’s alive” you said, getting choked up. Years had gone by where you had only dreamed of being able to say that.
There was silence on the other line. You waited patiently for Steve to respond. You could only imagine his brain was going through the same trip that yours had taken.
“What are you talking about? We watched him die when he fell from that train. Is he really…alive?” He asked you, breathlessly. More tears fell from your eyes. You quickly wiped them away. “He’s right in front of me, Steve. It’s him, it’s really him” you said, finally looking up into Bucky’s eyes.
Steve didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he also knew you’d never lie to him. Not about that. You would never lie about Bucky, even if Hydra had a gun pointed at your head.
Before he could respond, you noticed Bucky tense up as he looked over your shoulder. “That’s one of agents” he muttered to himself. You tried to turn around to get a look, but he grabbed the phone out of your hand. He said, “We have to go,” into the phone, before hanging it up.
If Steve had been unsure about the validity of your statement, he wasn’t now. That was Bucky’s voice: a voice he hadn’t heard in years.
It was a whirlwind. Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the street, heading in the opposite direction as the agent. When he noticed the agent was catching up, he tugged you into the closest store.
He turned to face you. “Are you alright?” He asked, still seeing some tears rolling down your cheeks. You nodded your head.
“How about I go find somewhere for us to lay low and you stay here? I’ll come back for you” he promised. Without thinking, you shook your head no. “Absolutely not” you said, stubbornly.
He furrowed his brows. Before he could ask why, the burner phone in your pocket vibrated. You checked it and saw a text from Steve. It had the address of someone you both could stay with.
“Steve got us an address. Let’s go” you said, heading back out the door with Bucky following behind you.
You both walked up the small house and made sure to look around before going up to the front door. You walked in front of Bucky and knocked on the door.
After a few seconds, a man answered the door and ushered you both inside. “I’m Sam. Steve told me about you both” he said, shaking both of your hands. Bucky refused to look Sam in the eye.
During all his years as Hydra’s assassin, trust was never a luxury he was allowed to have. Now, he wasn’t sure how to trust. The only person he trusted was you. Something in his gut told him that he had to protect you.
“Thank you so much for giving us a place to crash” you said, genuinely. He nodded, giving you both a polite smile. “It’s getting pretty late. The spare bedroom is the first one on your left. You can use the bathroom to freshen up or whatever you need” Sam told you, pointing down the hallway.
“You can go first” you told Bucky, giving him a reassuring nod. He seemed hesitant, but headed down the hall.
“So this is pretty serious? This Hydra stuff?” Sam asked, crossing his arms. You looked over to meet his gaze and just nodded. He could tell from your expression that it was, and you definitely didn’t want to talk about it.
“How do you know Steve?” You asked. You immediately trusted anyone who had Steve’s trust, but you still wanted to know who Sam was. “I met him on a run about a month ago. I helped him get some information on Hydra” he told you. You nodded your head, processing all the shock of the day.
You heard Bucky call your name from the bathroom. You walked down the hallway and lightly pushed on the half-open door. You were met by Bucky standing there shirtless.
Your eyes immediately went to the place where his metal arm connected to his torso. “I’m sorry. I should have knocked” you told him as you quickly closed your eyes.
You heard silence for a moment. “You can look” he said, his voice came out weak. You slowly opened your eyes and forced yourself to not look at his arm. “Does it scare you?” He asked as his voice broke.
Your heart broke as you saw all the pain in his eyes. You shook your head. “Not at all. I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable” you explained. You saw the relief wash through him as he realized you weren’t afraid of you. After years of being used as a weapon, it was the first time someone didn’t cower when they looked at his arm.
“Can I…?” He started to ask, but couldn’t find the right words. You waited, and then he held out his arms. You realized he wanted a hug. A small smile slipped onto your face as you nodded. He closed his arms around you, holding onto you. You realized that Bucky must have trusted you at least a little if felt comfortable hugging you.
It started out light. He didn’t want to hurt you. Then, as you hugged him back and relaxed into it, he held onto you a little tighter. He was practically clinging to you. He was scared that if he let go, he’d end up back in imprisonment. Little did he know, you vowed to yourself to never let him go back there.
After you both pulled away, you remembered he had called you into the bathroom. “Did you need something?” You asked him. Recognition flashed over his eyes. “I…ummm—don’t know how to use the shower” he said, ashamed.
You smiled before turning on the shower knob. “Thanks, doll” he said, the old nickname slipping right off his lips.
“You’re welcome, Bucky” you said, before leaving the room. You were met by Sam who was sitting on his couch.
He finished telling you about how he met Steve. Then, he told you about the Falcon wings and how they worked.
“So what's your guys’ story?” He asked you, curiously.
You thought back to it all. It brought tears to your eyes to think about it. “Just tell me the happy stuff” Sam said, noticing your emotions.
“Steve introduced me and him when we were six. Him and Steve were the closest things I had to brothers. Bucky always had my back. Then, I sorta fell for him. He was always protecting me from the mean boys at school. He always knew how to comfort me. Then, he asked me out and it was just perfect. He’s the love of my life. We would go on double dates with Steve. He used to just randomly kiss me throughout the day. When I asked him why he did it, he used to say it was just to remind me how much I meant to him. He did it all the time: at movies, walking home from school, or going out for ice cream” you said, reminiscing.
Then, you noticed Bucky standing behind you. He was in a t-shirt and sweatpants. You saw a special look in his eyes, as he tried to remember the things you were talking about. He tried so hard that he thought his brain might explode. He wanted nothing more than to remember, remember it all.
“It’ll come back to you, I promise” you said, trying to ease the pain in his eyes. Sam saw the pain in both of your eyes. You hated that Bucky didn’t remember how much you loved him. You were pissed at Hydra for taking that away from him.
“You two should get some rest. It’s been a long day. Steve said he had to take care of something, but he’ll be here in the morning” Sam told you, before heading to his bedroom. Bucky came over to sit next to you. “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch” you told him, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “Should we not sleep in the same bed?” He asked, confused by the circumstances. You placed your hand on his shoulder. “I love you. I really do, but I’m not going to force you to do that. You don’t have your memories back, and I don’t want to add to that stress” you told him, honestly.
He nodded his head, knowing in the back of his mind that he’d be uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed as you. Not because he didn’t trust you enough to be vulnerable with you, but because he was terrified of hurting you.
“Can I ask you something?” He asked you, softly. You nodded your head, encouraging him. “Today, you never let me out of your sight. Every time I suggested that we split up, you kind of tensed up and refused. Why are you so focused on keeping me safe?” He asked you, genuinely.
It all flashed back before your eyes; Bucky’s hand slipped from yours and you watched him slowly fall into the mountains. It was your last memory of him: the panicked look on his face and the way he told you he loved you as he fell.
“Because I couldn’t save you last time” you said, meeting his eyes. The gravity of what you said dawned on Bucky. “You can’t blame yourself for me ending up there. You can’t put yourself through that. I only remember glimpses of you, but I know you don’t deserve that kind of guilt” he told you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
He told you goodnight before leaving to go to bed. You had a hard time falling asleep. Your mind was too busy processing the events of the day. You did finally fall asleep as your exhaustion got the better of you.
That was until you were shaken awake by Bucky at four in the morning. You instantly jumped up from the couch, assuming something was wrong. “What's going on? Are they here?” You asked, your brain running wild.
He quickly shook his head, before taking both your hands in his. Only then did you notice the tears that were streaming down his face. It only made you panic more.
“I remember, doll. I remember all of it” he said, his voice breaking. You had never been more happy in your life. You pulled him into a hug, letting his large arms wrap around you.
He picked you up off the ground, holding you close to him. You finally got the heartfelt reunion you had imagined.
He set you down before pulling your lips into a kiss. It was like you were transported back to the ‘40s. It was like life was simple again. You had Bucky back.
You never wanted to leave his arms, but you both pulled away to take a breath.
“I was asleep, and all of a sudden, it all came back to me. At first, it felt like a dream, until I realized they were my memories. I remember sneaking kisses when we were with Steve and reading you books to help you fall asleep” he said, and you knew that you had him back.
“I thought I might never get you back” you said, pulling him into another hug. You couldn’t believe that it was all really happening. There was a part of you that thought it was a cruel nightmare and that you’d wake up and realize it was all just a fantasy.
You saw the same look in his eyes as he pulled you back towards the guest bedroom. As he laid down, he pulled you into his arms. He missed out on years with you, and he didn’t want to go another moment without you by his side.
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I’ve been drawing a superhero a day since last April and if nothing else you can see my improvement.
Amora, my beloved
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Would you like to draw Illyana ?
i think she’s neat
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Tom Hiddleston Filmography → Tom
↳ Friend Request Pending (2012) dir. by Chris Foggin
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