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telvess · 5 months

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Hi bestie 🥺 it’s me!!

Can I request HCs for… Nikola? Like what if he has a fem!reader whose also a werewolf? Bonus points if you add in some cuddling and cute scenes between the two!!

hope ur having a lovely day 💕

Hi, bestie! I’m sorry but I feel I overdid this one! 😭

RoR: Nikola Tesla x werewolf fem!reader

Before you started dating, you tried to hide your little secret so as not to scare Nikola. It was easy at first because the two of you were mostly focused on scientific topics. Knowing how Nikola can lose himself in something that interest him so deeply, you thought that playing on two front would be easy. But then again, Nikola found out about his newest favourite subject - you.

He started asking questions of a more private nature, and you slowly began to get lost in the complex web of lies you had created. Nikola has an excellent memory, so he quickly picks up those tiny details that don't fit into the whole picture.

Once he confronted you, you thought all was lost. Part of you felt relieved that it was finally over because lying to someone you genuinely liked was exhausting and depressing.

So you finally told the truth, and Nikola - much to your great surprise - didn’t freak out, but made a face as if he was facing a complicated mathematical equation. — Hmm… — he muttered, massaging his own chin with his finger — Does it happen as the legends say? Only during the full moon? Or perhaps something else activates it? — he asked, you didn’t notice any sign of concerns in his eyes or voice. You blinked a few times before gathering your thoughts together. — You… serious? — you said in shock — How can you be so calm? He just shrugged, but he couldn’t hold his neutral expression any longer and soon a smile broke out on his face. You were sure his eyes were sparkling. — I’ve never met a werewolf before! How exciting!

Indeed, how exciting… At first you thought it was a joke, then his fascination with your ailment amused you and before you knew, you were just giggling as you heard him discuss with you various methods of taming your furry self. Nikola’s scientific approach to the issue was refreshing, to say the least.

Once you two started dating, Nikola insists on helping you with transformation. You’re against it, worried that you might hurt him, because you have no control over the wolf inside you. But once Tesla decides to do something, there is no way to talk him out of it. He presents you the capsule he had built to keep you in check during the full moon. He explains he could also monitor your vital signs to better understand your condition.

He talks about your thing with Edison without consulting it with you first (because he needs a consultations to his capsule!), which leads to a fight.

You were so frightened that your secret will be revealed to everyone you know, that anger had clouded your common sense. — HOW COULD YOU?!!! — you yelled at Nikola much louder than you intended to. Your voice echoed off the walls and once it finally died down, the silence that followed told you that you had gone too far. After a moment, you came to your senses, feeling an unpleasant feeling of anxiety in your chest that was growing cruelly by the second. Nikola’s face didn’t move at all. — I… — you didn’t know what to say, because even if you should apologize, you still felt betrayed — I just… They won’t accept me, if they find out the truth… Nikola frowned. — I shouldn’t have screamed… — you muttered, fighting with yourself to not start crying. You couldn’t stand his harsh gaze so you lowered your eyes. — Won’t accept you because you’re werewolf? — he repeated after you in a calm voice — No! Non! Nem! Nein! Nikola stepped closer, forcing you to look at him. — There’s no summand without sum. There’s no you without your ailment. Only weak minds cannot accept it and those aren’t valuable to you! He was full of determination, as if you were one of his great discoveries. Maybe that’s exactly what he thought of you, but you were too worried to realize it before? — Oh… — you just said as his words left you speechless.

Yes, some weak minds do not accept you, but you bear it very well. Nikola supports you through it all, mostly by talking about his latest ideas, which takes your mind off stress.

Of course, sometimes you have to accept the fact that he needs solitude. A scientist’s thing. Sometimes it may be days or even weeks, but even if Nikola is so focused on his inventions, he will not miss any of your transformations.

There are times when you wish you were normal, because Nikola asks way too many questions at once to the point that you start to think that you are not his girlfriend but a newly discovered anomaly that he is studying. You’re already moody because of upcoming full moon, so frustration grows inside you very quickly. You have to loudly announce that this is a bad time to satisfy his curiosity, otherwise Nikola probably wouldn’t notice your irritation.

During your transformation (technically some time right before you turn into a werewolf and lose control of yourself), while you’re in the capsule, you talk with Nikola via tablets about anything that doesn't revolve around your ailment. He entertains you with small anecdotes, rebuses and logical puzzles.

After transformation, when you’re exhausted and can do nothing else but rest, Nikola brings you everything you need. He makes sure you’re hydrated and fed. If you resist, he would bring up a whole presentation of what will happen to your body if you don't start drinking and eating.

You two were sitting on the couch under a blanket, in front of Nikola’s huge blackboard filled with many mathematical operations. — Did you know that chocolate releases endorphins into the brain, which reduce stress and pain? - Nikola asked after finishing the chocolate yogurt. — No — you replied with full mouth — But thank you very much for the extra excuse to eat more of it. — I noticed that it had a very positive impact on your mood before and after the transformation. You smiled, hearing his sweet theory. How adorable he was. — Nikola, I’ve been eating chocolate my entire life — you said — That’s not what makes me holding myself together lately… You took another spoon as you watched Nikola frown. He looked through his notes again, trying to find another explanation for your improvement. It was your giggle that brought him out of his thoughts. — It’s you, dummy! — you said with a wide smile. — Me? — Yes, you. You are the reason I’m doing so much better. You help with everything, you’re my stress relief thing — you explained, feeling how your cheeks grow warm. Nikola was staring at you in silence. Then he returned to his notes, closed them and placed them on the table next to the couch. — I had no idea I had such an impact on you… But your observations are correct: the support of la over should bring such results. Of course, chocolate doesn’t… Why are you blushing, y/n? Are you okay? — he looked at you confused. — Y-yes, I am. It’s just… you’ve never called me your lover before. Nikola blinked. — Oh, I see. Was that inappropriate? I suppose I should use the term girlfriend — he said without a trace of embarrassment. If you hadn't finished your chocolate yogurt before, you'd probably spit it out now. You watched as an unaware Nikola covered you with a blanket and then walked over to the blackboard to continue studying. His back looked very good in his grey suit. The sight and the words he just said made you stand up and walk closer to him. You wrapped your arms around him and placed your head on his back. Nikola shuddered; he was probably already in his own world of numbers and inventions. — You know… maybe I shouldn’t say this but I’m in love with you — you mumbled into his back. — I know. — You do? — Yes. Your voice changes when you speak to me. That one of psychical symptoms of falling in love — you’ve heard his dry explanation. — Oh — you tensed, feeling disappointment building in your chest. You should’ve listen to the voice inside you that told you not to say it so fast… — I love you too, dear. Nikola turned to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. — Now please, get some rest.

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yandere-wishes · 2 years

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◃◃◃ Sleepless ▹▹▹

Synopsis: Tesla doesn't sleep, can't sleep. He has something he needs to finish, something to fulfill. Maybe for once in his miserable existence, his inventions can be acknowledged for what they truly are. You're trying to prove yourself before the world comes to an end. And if that means absorbing every form of toxicity your childhood crush has to offer then so be it.

Warnings: Implied Suicide (but only if you squint and read between the lines) messy, cryptic, and self-indulgent.

For as long as Tesla could remember, he'd been made up of half-truths and chalk dust, stray static in the air, and electric currents running in the place of veins.

His body is nothing more than a journal, made to unravel the laws of the scientific realm, made to unearth what lies beyond the light. Born to tame the future and all its unknowns.

Nikola Tesla is not a human, he's shedded such restrictions decades -or rather a century- ago. He is simply a chain of thoughts that run rampant, merely the physical manifestation of theories and discoveries. Stitched together on the canvas of human flesh and frail cartilage bones.

No, Nikola Tesla hasn't been human for far too long. The more his miserable existence dragged on, the more his ties to the mortals faltered. The more he became estranged, the more he became some simulacrum abomination like those written in some abstract "scientific" opus.

If he could, he'd carve his theories into his flesh, rip himself open, and feed bits and pieces of his soul to his inventions, his creations, his legacies. He's only ever felt alive in the depths of his lab. When his fingers were enclosed around a pen, a screwdriver, a coil of wire.

Something that proved he had a damn purpose when he played God with rouge electric current and polarized magnetic fields.

It's a rarely spoken fact, yet a deeply in rooted truth in the minds of all living beings. For when a human loses its humanity, the madness is not far behind.

For if not, for the creations, the outlet of the endless, maddening thoughts. He'd have lost the last line of sanity still threading around inside him.

It all feeds back to a lack of humanity, or rather a lack of sanity. Tesla's not mad, not the way they've portrayed him in the scandalous articles written about his so-called "life".

He's never killed, never maimed, never used a single invention for bad or evil. Never wanted money, never dreamed of fame. He simply wanted to create. To build. To watch the future unfold in front of his fading eyes.

Alas, here in the end of times, he's come to find a certain amiability in Ragnarok, in the death of all things. The mere thought of this miserable world and all its paradoxes finally coming to a grand end grants him a certain peace of mind. The finite end has finally arrived and that alone sends a loving jolt of ecstasy through his spin.

There should be little left to prove, little pain left to endure. yet now as humanity finds itself begging at his feet to save them. Begging him to defeat the god of darkness. Tesla yet again finds himself propelled into the role of the underdog. The Mad scientist. The walking nightmare, who may for once be of some service to the poor innocent mortals, he so apparently terrorized back in his first life.

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Tesla's head dangles off the end of the high-reach chair. His adrenaline running thin, leaving him exhausted. His dulled eyes trace over the sleeping frames of his so-called "fellow scientists". They lay peacefully asleep on the hard concrete floor, as he lays awake swimming in a pool of his own misery. It's times like this that he wishes for the sweet release of slumber.

Oh, how he wishes he could just sleep.

What is a scientist? he ponders. Is a scientist nothing more than a monster being cradled in human brawn?

What is a scientist if not an abomination of could be's and maybe's? Something made up of illness and euphoria. A lover, a romantic, one whose paramour is encompassed of chalk and ink and flesh and blood and tears and sorrow.

What is a scientist if not an atheist to the norms of this witless world?

And what is he if not a scientist in its purest, rawest, most deranged form?

Surely those sleeping all so soundly could be deemed 'scientists' as well. Yet they find release, in human lovers, in musical pastimes, in the all-so-sweet release of sleep. He envies them, for despite them sharing a title, Tesla has nothing in common with them.

He envies them, for no matter what tragedy is written about their lives, He is the sole one who is truly ever alone.

Or well, to some extent anyway...

His fingers loosen their grip on a worn-out piece of chalk. It falls to the floor with a "clank" yet -in some metaphoric symbolism for his life- refuses to break.

With shaky movements, he steps down the ladder and with motions, to rival the undead makes his way out of his waiting chamber.

for a second he permits his eyes to defocus to take in the nothingness that surrounds him. The ragged snoring reverberating off the chamber walls grows farther and farther away as he lets his feet carry him away into the unknown corridor.

He knows how you spend your time away from him locked in a tiny room granted to you by the Valkyries. It was close to his, a gift of sorts from Brunhilde. Who had been the first to notice the ill natural attraction between him and the ever-ordinary girl.

When the "world's greatest minds" gather in his room, all trying to outdo each other, all boring him with their meager knowledge of this and that. He'd send you to your room. Away from the grasp of other beings. He'd send you back to your robotic creations, where his mind could rest at ease knowing you were safe.

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You died early, something about a broken heart filled with woe and a ruptured vein. you can't really remember. Or rather, it's illogical to exhaust one's self on such trivial matters. Effort is better spent on something that could matter. Something that could extinguish the haunting emptiness that resides in your heart. Mend the crevices in your tattered soul.

You've been a ghost your whole life. Living in between the cracks of sanity and insanity. Shunned by those who could never comprehend the introspections of a hyperactive mind.

"High maintenance" they called you. "Useless" you deemed yourself. Even in this world where the dead meet the alive, the needles of uselessness still dance across your skin. Prickling you throughout odd intervals of the endless stream of time that flows through the arena walls.

You were meant to be a spectator, just like the hundreds upon thousands of other humans who were brought to this place. That was until the so-called "high maintenance" kicked in and you found yourself roaming the pristine white halls. Heart racing as you sought something, familiar yet vague. A sort of childhood dream beckoned you further and further.

When you finally stopped, it was due to a disturbance in the otherwise, repetitive corridor...

He stood there, talking to the head Valkyrie.

He, him, the man who you've been in love with since your childhood.

Admittedly you never knew him in person. He'd been dead long before you'd even been born. Yet the archives of his creations and the general push for his acknowledgment had made you harbor an engulfing idealization for the man known as Nikola Tesla.

He was the closest thing to a god, the closest thing to devotion, that you had ever felt. You were empty, barren, in need of something, someone to devote your life to. He just so happened to be some correct entity who deserved to be praised.

You had spent your meager years alive, trying to follow in the ghosts of his footsteps. Trying to replicate him within yourself. A dead man and his fractured mind were all that gave your miserable existence a purpose.

Until you died, then been reborn -to some extent- and if life hadn't already been a paradox of despair and confusion. It had decided to vouch for another round of folly by throwing you into the awaiting clutches of the man you had spent your life in the worship of.

His eyes had met yours.

Two broken universes collide.

He had walked up to you.

Smiled as if greeting a dear friend.

Face twisted in the horrid realization that all his life had been a lie.

The renowned mad scientist, had gotten on one knee.

Stolen a page from every fairytale prince and taken your fickle fingers in his ringed gloved hand. His lips met the back of your hand. A kiss, a promise, some sort of fate.

"Princeza" He'd called you.

"........" you'd answered.

And that had been that.

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Life is cruel, bringing not but pain and loneliness.

You had hoped that the loneliness would subdue now that you'd finally met him.

And it had, to some extent. Sure you spent most of your time locked away in a tiny room. Tearing yourself apart trying to create something, anything to impress him with. From mechanical limbs to robotic creatures, gauntlets that tamed rouge energy to apparatuses of flight.

You still wanted to be him...

So you stopped sleeping.

And stopped eating properly.

You started tearing the skin from your hands each time you washed them.

Started avoiding any and all interactions. Be it from the 13th valkyrie that brought you your daily meals.

To the odd scientist that dropped by to let you know your lover would be late again tonight.

You tried to engrave every mephitic trait he harbored. Recreating yourself from the toxicity he dripped. Cutting and restitching your body with all the sharp edges from his broken edges.

Somewhere along the way, you'd lost sight of the fact that technically -despite what you tried to convince yourself of, what you tried to do to yourself- you were still merely a human, and he, he was something even the egomaniacal gods could not compare to. He was on a pedestal far too grand, too tall, too monstrous, too inhuman, for you to ever reach.

You wanted to absorb everything about him. Wanted to be him in every literal sense.

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It's late again, sometime between yesterday and today. There's a silver light atop the crowded workbench. Solder smoke fills the fumes suffocating the room. You stifle back a cough, desperate to breathe in the toxins like oxygen.

Colored wires adorn your fingers like paper rings, awaiting their turn to be fused with their soulmate.

Your project isn't delicate, it's sturdy, an instrument of war, a gift of love. It's for him really, something you hope will keep him safe during his arc in that bloodied arena.

Your lips move rhythmically as you place a chaste kiss on the retractable blade -a safety precaution, for if his suit should fail- it's a romantic moment if instead of this weapon you had been kissing your actual lover. Peaceful and blissful and sweet and...and...and.

The minute fades as your chamber door creaks open. A tall figure stands hunched by the door, posture linear yet fatigued. He leans on the nearby wall. Exhaustion and anxiety rolling off his body in waves.

The smoke in the room dies down, your own throat tightens, fingers drum a nervous beat on the body of the steel blade. a testimonial fear of the man above all else.

He offers you a sweet smile, as he tries to make his way to you. His legs fail him once and with the grace of a newborn fawn, he attempts to steady himself on the marble walls.

"Are you alright darling?" you question as you hastily rise to your feet. Suddenly becoming aware of the chain that binds you to your work desk. It's a small precaution Tesla takes one that you are truly thankful for. It may seem immoral to the average human yet it keeps you concentrated, devoted to your work, whilst keeping his mind at ease, focused soley on his work.

He smiles again, "quite alright dear" his attempt to put you at ease is charming. He's so sweet, so kind, a hero in its purest form.

Once he finally manages to saunter over to you, balancing himself on the table. His dulled eyes stared lovingly at you, raw excitement bubbling to the surface.

"You wouldn't believe the progress I've made today. The armor's flight was quite a doozy yet I'm certain that I've figured it out."

You smiled back, cherishingly, adorningly.

"I'm glad darling, I do wish you would let me help...." your voice trails off as his eyes morph into a slight glare. You gulp, tension rising to engulf the room.

"I simply can't darling, there are far too many....people there. What in heaven's name would I do if one of those so-called scientists took an interest in you? Or lord forbid, you.." he trails off, not too eager to finish that chain of thought.

"I-I wouldn't let that happen" you mutter, a decorative pout adorning your lips. He laughs, it's boyish and precious. His fingers enclose around your cheeks squishing them together. His lips hover over yours. Brushing ever so slightly against yours.

It's the bear minimum of a kiss, yet -with the exception of sleepless nights laced in immaculate fatigue, where the two of you give in, to what little you are both willing to do- it's the sweetest endearment the both of you may offer.

When he pulls away you stifle a yawn. Tiredness dancing in your own eyes. It's embarrassing, especially because you know he's noticed.

"You should sleep" he mutters. Your eyes meet his, a spiral of emotions coating the semi-functioning optics.

"You don't, so why should I?" It sounds childish, bratish even. Yet it rings true, not only for this situation but for all other aspects in your devoted, useless life.

he laughs again, this time high-pitched and pitiful. "fatal familial Insomnia, from both parents actually" he remarks quietly before a painful shudder erupts through his body.

"Sometimes" he begins again, and you know what comes next. Unlike you, Nikola can actually remember his life before Ragnarok, recall every bit, and piece up until the night he took his last breath in that miserable hotel room.

"Sometimes I wish I'd stayed home...or gone home, or....well or anything else. Anything had to be better than that hellscape. I wish..."

His words are rushed, radical. Laced in a dense layer of secrecy.

Something cryptic and critical, something only a broken man with a wry mind would say.

You look up at him again. watching as he takes a seat beside you. Plucking up a screwdriver and a handful of screws.

It's humorous how in sync the two of you can be. You pick up some loose parts. Wings, a beak, and a tail.

"You're ethereal" he mumbles under his breath as his clothed fingers trace a line down your chest. Barely touching you, yet the intention, the adoration is still there.

His eyes don't leave the new creation, another robotic pigeon.

It's moments like this that you find your purpose, with him, building something with him. It's moments like this that you understand what you were meant to do in this miserable life.

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To a hyperactive mind, the inability to ponder freely is a hell all of its own. People flee when they are faced with that which they do not comprehend and they shun those who embrace the unknown like a lover returning from war. The loneliness never quite falters.

Life makes hollow shells out of those who wish to understand it, and comprehend its backhanded methods. It injects loneliness into those who greedily wish for more than the norm. Drugs them with solitude and apathy of the heart, so they may abandon their blasphemous ways.

There's a sense of Saudade when he first meets you. You're not from his time, not from his world, you're beyond his time, born long after the dirt on his coffin dried up. But he knows you and he knows that you know him too. The dull reverberat of existence pumps through your withered veins, much like his.

It's not romantic, far from it actually. The two of you aren't useless protagonists in those illogical romance novels one of his sisters used to read. No, the two of you are an irregularity born of broken minds and forgotten worlds.

Ravagers of the truth, where only lies see the light of day. To him, you are ethereal, hope personified in the corpse of a broken-minded, broken-hearted girl.

Yet most importantly you're the only one who makes him feel less lonely in a world engineered to torment him.

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hackedpitabread · 5 months

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Oh wow it’s almost been a year— anyways, back to RoR posting.

Nikola Tesla x Reader

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In life you had admired him, you’d studied under him and eventually fell in love with him. Nikola Tesla was a brilliant man and you had wanted to understand his mind. Through the years you’d learned of his eccentricities and quirks, but you’d also learned how human he could be. You’d learned about his highs and lows, how obsessive he could be over seemingly minuscule things, and how his first love was his work. Nothing mattered more to Tesla than his work and furthering the ingenuity of humanity. Despite the steadily growing feelings in your heart, you were resigned to the fact that the enigmatic inventor would never love you back.

The first time you’d missed a day of work Tesla was concerned. In your time over the last year as his assistant you had never missed a day of work without warning, so when you suddenly didn’t show up that morning it threw him off. Everything seemed to be wrong, his routine was now wrong and he had to do something to fix it. The man threw on his coat, a pair of his favorite gloves, and grabbed his keys before heading out to find what was wrong. After taking 3 laps around the block, Nikola had realized he only knew the general area in which you lived. He had never been to your home, nor had you ever told him your exact address. The inventor’s brow furrowed in thought as he walked along the busy New York streets. Was there someone he could ask about your whereabouts? Did you even have any family or friends in the city? He realized that even if he was your employer he had considered you a friend, but what type of friend is he being if he doesn’t even know what you spend your time doing outside of work.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when a certain smell caught his attention. It was the smell of fresh baked bread. The same smell that lingered on you every day when you’d walked into his workshop. You’d told him before when he asked that you always stop by the bakery by your apartment building. He followed the scent to a quaint looking bakery and luckily it wasn’t that busy at this very moment. A little bell rung out into the bakery as he entered and a kind looking older woman turned her attention to him from behind the counter.

“Excuse me Madame, would you have happened to see Y/N L/N come through here this morning? I believe they’re a regular here.” He asked and the elderly woman shook her head.

“No not today.” She said with a thick German accent. “They come by every day and have a nice conversation, but Y/N didn’t come in today.”

“That’s a shame, do you know what apartment they live in by any chance?” He asked, his worry for his assistant growing.

“Building 203, 2nd floor, apartment 58.” The elderly woman said with no hesitation. “I’ve never had a man come looking for Y/N, are you courting them?”

“Ah— no I’m just a friend who’s concerned.” Nikola said with a shake of his head. “Thank you for the address, you’ve been a fantastic help.”

The elderly woman gave him a smile and a nod as she waved to Nikola as he exited the shop.

‘What could be the matter?’ Nikola thought, his brain pulling up the worst case scenarios as he walked down the chilly street, the autumn wind blowing leaves into the air. So many things could have happened to you. You could have been mugged on your way home last night, or even kidnapped and sold. So many horrible things could have happened on your way from his laboratory to your home, the New York streets were dangerous and he knew it. His mind continued to spiral as he climbed the stairs of your apartment building.

‘Second floor, apartment 58.’ He repeated over and over in his mind on the steps leading up to your home. He stood by the door, a bronze plaque with the number 58 sat pristinely above the door knocker. The inventor took a deep breath and made 3 loud knocks with the metal knocker.

“Y/N, are you home?” He called out, hoping the door was thin enough for them to hear him. Tesla heard shuffling from the other side of the door and a faint ‘Mr. Tesla?’ He listened as the footsteps came closer to the door, seemingly slow and sluggish, definitely odd for Y/N’s normally quick and efficient demeanor.

“Mr. Tesla is that you? Why are you— oh I guess you noticed I hadn’t come in today.” A snufflely voice came from the other side of the door. Nikola’s face paled, this was worse than he had though, surely you couldn’t be— “I came down with a cold this morning.”

Nikola felt like the world was crashing down. His assistant sick? No, this surely can’t be, his only real friend sick of all things. Oh how he hated sickness, he hated any sort of germs but an illness was the worst. Y/N may claim to only have a cold, but what if it developed into pneumonia or even worse—cholera. He had to do something quickly, time was of the essence but he couldn’t risk himself catching whatever Y/N had.

“I’ll be back with a doctor Y/N.” He said quickly before rushing to find a doctor.

That day, Nikola had cared for you in any way he could—that didn’t involve getting anywhere near you—as he couldn’t bear to see you sick. The doctor that he had brought said that you’d been right and it was a simple cold and you should be fine as long as you rested for the next few days. Over the course of your bed rest, Nikola had brought you breads and hot soups to help you recover. He’d also sanitized your entire apartment 3 times. When you got bored he would sit at one end of your room and talk to you, seemingly wanting to know more about you. He’d asked about your hobbies, if you had and friends or family in the city, and even what types of books you liked to read. For the first time, you felt a connection to the inventor that was more than just employer and employee. In the time you were sick, you started to really see Nikola Tesla as a friend.

Over the next few years Nikola continued to learn about you. Not only had you stolen his attention, but stolen his heart as well. Strange feelings had started to bubble up in his chest and he was no fool. Nikola knew what his feelings for you were but he could not figure out why they were changing. You on the other hand, had been content with being friends with the inventor, now seeing him as one of your closest friends. However, it wouldn't be long before the enigmatic inventor confessed his feeling for you, causing the feelings you'd harbored for the past 4 years to erupt like a volcano. You would continue living your life happily with Nikola, supporting him through his highs and lows until death would ultimately separate you.

However, you waited for Nikola and he eventually joined you in the afterlife. Having never remarried, he waited to join you just as you had waited for him. It was a beautiful reunion as he cried as he held you in his arms once again. He spun you in his arms and laughed with you once again. Oh how he’d missed you, the years without you felt like torture. You were the light in his world, his flame in the dead of winter. Without you, the world of his heart was barren. Oh how he’d longed for your touch, to hear the gentle chime of your laughter. Now, he was with you once again and now would never leave your side.

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Ok so how’d ya’ll like that? I just got back into RoR after I saw the Anubis leaks lol. I was so SAD I had quit reading after Nikola’s fight. Anyways hope you guys enjoyed, lmk what I should write next.

#record of ragnarok #nikola tesla #snv #snv x reader #nikola tesla x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv tesla #ror tesla

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 7 months

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hi can i ask/request a x male reader who is like luffy?like from power's and behavior

they somehow got in to valhalla like they got accidentally teleported to valhalla and so after a while all of the gods and humans adopted him as a little Brother or son (this was Before Ragnarok]

they also don't know he has rubber powers and so when Ragnarok came around M!y/n decide to also join much to his adoptive families dismay.

but what made them more concerned is that M!y/n wanted to fight with out a Valkyrie.(by the way M!y/n's opponent would be like kaido)

and so when his fight was about to start all of his adopted family was watching very concerned as well as wanting to stop the fight before it even happens as you don't have a Valkyrie.

and so imagine there's surprise seeing you rubber power's as well as using your Armament, Observation, and Conqueror's. haki during your fight.

they're fight would play out the same as the anime/Manga (like everything from the scene of them splitting the sky to kaido turning to a giant dragon ect.)

and so when m!y/n fell unconscious when i tell you all of his adoptive family wanted to run in the arena and get him out of there.

but all of the suddenly they hear Drums?.all of them look at m!y/n seeing smoke or something covering him all of the sudden a Bust of energy in golp's the arena seeing that M!y/n had took the from of nika a powerful sun god that Disappeared centuries ago

after that the fight will continue to be like in the anime amd of course m!y/n won of course

and so how would his adoptive family react?,

for the gods i would like to see:

•Poseidon

•Apollo

•hades

for the humans i would like to see:

•qin shi Huang

•Nikola Tesla

and Leonidas.

-It had all started with an accident, one that brought you from your world to this new world, Valhalla. It was a paradise- no shortages of food so you were able to eat as much as you wanted for every meal, including snacks!

-While a bit disturbed at your monstrous appetite, those who found you- your new adoptive family, found themselves endeared to you- you were funny, loyal, and just a bright ray of sunshine!

-You loved this new world, despite missing your friends, as you learned that you would be unable to return back to your original world- as the way you came was a one-way ticket.

-Since you had so much fun playing there was no reason to fight, so none of them knew of your abilities.

-However, Ragnarok changed everything.

-You immediately signed up and you told Brunnhilde that you didn’t want a Valkyrie partner, you were going to fight by yourself.

-When your family saw you run out, many were panicking, some scared, some yelling at you- calling you an idiot and to get out of the arena but like normal, you just beamed brightly- not bothered in the slightest.

-Your opponent was massive- you would have strained your neck looking up at him had you not been made of rubber, but you grinned- he looked strong!!

-Your family, terrified for you- seeing that you had no weapon- no Valkyrie, but were quickly all gawking with awe, seeing you easily leap into the sky, stretching your body as if you were made of rubber!

-Even Brunnhilde was gawking- she had no idea you could do that!!

-Using your Haki, covering your body with Armarant Haki, you turned yourself into a weapon, “Gum-Gum Gatling!!” throwing a barrage of punches.

-Humanity was cheering loudly for you- watching you bounce around, hyping you up as you were having fun- that is until you got rocked, being sent hard into the ground, creating a crater.

-You weren’t moving and several members of your family, seeing you as a brother or a son, screamed out your name, several going in to stop the fight.

-Suddenly, everyone froze, hearing drums that seemed to be getting louder and louder, coming in faster and faster. Even your opponent had stopped, sensing something dangerous as white smoke came from your mouth, then other parts of your body.

-Warriors- gods and humans alike, immediately all flinched back, feeling the rush of energy escape you as your form changed, your hair turning white and fluffy.

-Your opponent went to charge and you stunned all by being able to move faster than before, hitting him with a well-placed punch- sending him flying back into the arena wall.

-The drums seemed to crescendo, reaching the loudest as the smoke finally cleared and everyone’s eyes went wide- seeing you standing there, a huge grin on your face, looking like you had not just gotten your ass kicked.

-It was like you became a god yourself, your power- your inability to warp reality- almost like you were a cartoon and anything you interacted with was a cartoon- it was so strange!

-His eyelid twitched, watching this one sided fight, now flipped from before, as your opponent was now on the defensive. He had no idea you were so powerful- but you looked so comical at the same time. However, seeing that you were safe, he did calm, no longer feeling afraid that he was going to lose you. However, you were going to get such an earful from him later- how could you hide something like this from him?!

-Poseidon, Hades, and Leonidas

-Was wide-eyed, watching with large, sparkly eyes- you were amazing!! Watching you fight was one thing- and he was so scared watching you get hurt. And when you seemed to be dead- he felt like he couldn’t breathe, unshed tears in his eyes- he just met you- he didn’t want to say goodbye already! As you came back, even more powerful than before, he could only gawk- he had never seen anything like that before- it was amazing!! He couldn’t wait for you to get backstage- he had so many questions for you!

-Apollo, QSH, Nikola

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror leonidas #ror qin shi huang #ror apollo #ror nikola tesla

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Webs of Opacity

Summary: On the eve of the annual Stark Halloween party, you’ve managed to gulp down too much alcohol and tangled yourself into intricate webs of trouble. Even glittering fairies can’t escape the drama, and handsome 80’s film characters can’t always save them from sleazy boyfriends and hangovers.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Rogers!reader (adopted, of course), Steve Rogers x sister!reader, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 6k

Warnings: underage drinking, reader being very drunk, unconsented kissing, mild violence

A/N: This is a mess, I’m sorry. Started this last fall and rushed to get it done in time for this year. Also happy Halloween and over a week of Midnights being out. Couldn’t help myself from referencing it every other paragraph lol

Also if anyone has any scenarios or requests for my college series please please send them to me! Love your enthusiasm for my Stark U babies and want to keep writing for them

Masterlist

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Your shiny, entirely fake wings keep bumping into the ridiculous amount of people crammed into this room, and you're sure you have never apologized more times in your life than tonight. Wanda has assured you many times that, no, you should not take off your wings because you look—in her words—adorable. It was her idea, after all, to dress you up like a little flowery fairy for the Halloween party Tony has thrown tonight. She made your wings all fluttery and glittery, and the flowers in your hair sparkle every now and then. It feels like a childhood dream coming true.

"Spider-boy!" you call out over the loud music, jumping as you stretch your hand up in the air to alert the young man twenty feet away.

For a "quiet gathering" there sure are a lot of loud, drunk people here. Then again, it was your mistake to trust the promise of Stark when it came to a party.

Your jumping up and down is entirely unnecessary when you're trying to gain the attention of someone with a creepy sixth sense that allows them to just know everything happening around them. Peter already knew exactly where you were the moment you opened your mouth. It doesn't help that you're just a tiny, little bit of tipsy either.

He smiles a toothy grin as he pushes past the crowd towards you, showing glimpses of his Indiana Jones costume that's honestly a slightly surprising choice. He looks handsome though.

"Hi, Y/n!" he nearly shouts over the music, embracing you in a side hug as he takes a look at your outfit. "You're a fairy! It fits you so great, it's like you were meant to be one,” Peter exclaims happily while you chuckle lightheartedly.

"Thank you, it was Wanda's idea. Indiana Jones, huh?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in question. It's quite uncharacteristic. Last year he went as Nikola Tesla and nobody knew who he was supposed to be.

"Yeah, Tony said I had to go as something cooler this year. He'd disown me otherwise." Peter cringes while your head is thrown back in laughter.

"He told me I looked like a moth earlier," you answer with a grin on your lips, the remnants of your chuckles fading out.

"You look great, Y/n. Very sweet. Think Bucky's gonna get here any second and tell me to keep any 'punks' away from you," Peter tells you. You roll your eyes, though fondly.

"Hm, I bet he will," you hum. "Gotta send him back soon if he keeps that up. Both of them, for that sake."

You nod your head towards the blonde head sticking up in the bar crowd. Your brother is an overbearing mess that you would much rather let you be, instead of hovering protectively around your presence constantly. He seems to have eased up on his duties tonight, though, in honor of the holiday.

"I think it's good that—you know—they look out for you. There are a lot of bad guys out there," Peter says, scratching his head nervously like it would somehow offend you.

"Yeah, that's understandable. Though Steve and Bucky seem to think I'm still a kid." You scrunch your nose fondly.

"Well, you are. Kind of," Peter says. Your mouth hangs agape jokingly, with a silent scoff in answer.

"Oh, that's where we're going! You're only two years older, asshole," you say with a glare, taking a sip from the drink in your hand.

"Those two years make a world of difference." He smiles with a glint in his eyes. "Head off to college and then they'll see you as an adult, maybe."

"I'm going in January—stop looking at me like that!" you yell when he smirks, holding back a laugh. "I'm serious! Alright, okay, we're not playing nice tonight, are we?" You raise an eyebrow in question.

"Sure," he smiles. It falters just as quickly when you snatch the red solo cup out of his hand, gulping down the sweet and bitter liquid before crumpling the cup in your hands. "Hey!" Peter shouts. "You're not 21!"

"Neither are you." A victorious smile adorns your lips. You try not to show the distaste from the bitter liquid burning in your throat.

"In a few months!" Peter blushes and you fight the urge to coo at him because he gets shy over the most peculiar things.

"You're so cute, Parker," you tell him with a bop to his nose.

"Oh, piss off," he says and shakes his head.

"Learnt a new swear word? Impressive. College has really changed you."

"You're really annoying right know, you know that?"

You shake your head frantically, scrunching your nose simultaneously, and there's something different about you that Peter just noticed now.

"You're already drunk, aren't you?" he asks with realization dawning upon him. You gaze up at him with a mischievous glint and a gasp escapes him. "Y/n, Steve's gonna freak out on you!"

"He's never gonna find out. And I'm not drunk. I had three drinks earlier, 's fine," you say with a dismissive wave.

"Three drinks?" he breathes out in disbelief. "That's not little—hey! Hands off, asshole!" Peter interrupts the beginning of his speech to scare away the twenty-something with his hands on your hips.

"Dickhead," the guy mutters under his breath as he backs away. You turn around to meet Peter's eyes with a pout as the guy saunters off, a disappointed frown in between your brows.

"That guy was hot. You scared him away. You ruined my only chance," you pout.

You turn around again before Peter has the chance to answer, roaming your eyes around for the guy. With only a few seconds he's managed to land himself over by the bar, drink raised to his lips as he eyes you hungrily despite Peter's warnings. You smile, biting your lip with a newfound confidence you've never experienced. Yeah, definitely tipsy. Sober you would be hiding away in the cleaning closet by now.

"Well, yeah, he was—Y/n, hello?" Peter lays his hand on your shoulder, turning you around to meet his eyes again. "You know what? We're gonna go for a walk." He lays an arm around your shoulders, gently steering you away from the guy and into the crowd.

"Oh, where?" you ask, already forgotten the source of your previous pout. "Careful of my wings, Parker."

"It's a surprise," Peter says as he loosens his hold around your wings, glancing to see if they're alright. You stop talking almost instantly and for once he's happy to know some silence from you, because right now you can't seem to shut up and he's not used to spending time with your chipper-talkative version.

Peter pushes the two of you through the thick, sweaty crowd filled with lazy costumes and masterpieces alike, ranging from several layers thick to barely covering anything at all. He recognizes some of the people from the compound, some from his college that he doesn't even know how they got here, but most of them are complete strangers.

You send flirty glances and hellos over your shoulder to every guy you gain eye contact with. It's scary how fast the alcohol went to your brain, from being completely unnoticeable to half-drunk in a minute. Peter does not like the drunk you. Or he does, maybe, but not in a room filled with guys who just can't wait to get under your ridiculously cute dress. It's offensive really, how you can manage to look so excruciatingly innocent and hot at the same time. He'll curse out Wanda tomorrow.

The party is so packed with people that it takes ten minutes before he finds the ones he's looking for. Wanda and Natasha sip on their martinis in a ridiculously large couch, gossiping like a bunch of school girls as they shout encouragements at Sam and Tony on the dance floor. Peter sighs, nearly pushing you down on the couch next to Natasha before he slouches down himself.

"What do we have here, huh?" Natasha smirks and takes a small sip of her drink.

"She's drunk. I'm exhausted. Please take her off my hands," Peter says as he throws his head back on the couch. You let out a giggle, leaning against Natasha's shoulder.

"He's exaggerating," you say with your voice muffled by her shoulder.

"Okay, young lady. Drunk, huh?" Wanda asks, raising an eyebrow in question. Her perfectly red lips curl into a smile that shows she's not really upset about it.

"No," you mumble, scratching your nose with your manicured finger for the occasion. "Hiya, Auntie," you coo while curling up besides Natasha.

"Stop calling me Auntie," she mutters and gently pushes you off her shoulder.

"How's your boyfriend? Jake? No, John. Wait! Jack!" you fumble over your words. It might as well be any of the three names, because Natasha has been showing up with a new person on her arm every other month this year. You don't know what it is, really, but you guess you should be glad she's exploring her options.

"Jason," Natasha says through a roll of her eyes. The slightest hint of amusement can be found on her lips, but it's nothing that she shows to someone else. "And he's very much good, now stop asking. He's just getting drinks," she says and nods towards the bar.

"I like that guy," you exclaim excitedly. There's no doubt about your drunken state in this moment, because in no shape or form have you been as wounded up about any of Natasha's past partners.

"Hey, honey," Wanda catches your attention with a gentle hand on your arm, reaching across the sofa. "Where's your brother hiding? I can't imagine he would be very happy with you being drunk, no?" she asks.

"He can't know!" you exclaim with a whispered shout. "He's gonna kill me, please, Wanda."

Your eyes are blown wide open in fear. It's not that Steve would be mad—the disappointment is what you desperately want to evade. He gets that frown in between his eyebrows, puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head while looking down to the ground. Being on the receiving side of that is humiliating, on the verge of heartbreaking. You can't handle that tonight.

"I don't know, sweetheart..."

"Please, Wanda." There's tears gathering in your eyes, more so for dramatic effect than actual upset. You've slid down onto your knees in front of her, begging with your hands on her thighs.

"Oh god," Natasha mutters under her breath, setting down her drink on the table while indifferently glancing over to the bar where her boyfriend of the month resides.

She can't really handle this theatric version of you. There's a reason you're usually one of her favorites, despite your young age—your ability to be fucking quiet. Whoever gave you all that alcohol is on her damn hit list.

While she tunes out the conversation behind her, some kind of settlement is agreed upon where you, of course, get your way. No more alcohol, and Wanda won't tell your brother or Bucky what you have been up to.

When she stands up to leave, you're on your feet again. Now your attention has wandered over to Peter's costume, talking of how 'incredibly accurate to detail' it is despite being thrown together last minute by the college student. The only thing telling what he's dressed as is the hat paired with the old leather jacket.

A wet kiss is pressed to Natasha's cheek as soon as she joins Jason by the bar. His hand instantly finds her waist, pressing her into him tightly. His touch almost repulses her. He's too straightforward with his affection, so obvious in his quest to show her off.

"You look so goddamn sexy," he whispers into her ear. "Been thinking about what we talked about the other day."

Nat hums absentmindedly in answer, raising a finger swiftly to wave over the bartender.

"You know, having another p—"

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about," she interrupts him.

He brought it up about a week ago, and she only entertained the idea because she was bored. Jason is only a temporary occupation for her constant need to destress—there's no way in hell she's gonna adhere to his fantasy of having two girls sucking him off at the same time.

"She's not your real niece, no?" Jason asks suddenly, setting his gaze on your soft curves in that angelic dress framing your figure on the other side of the room.

Natasha's attention snaps from her drink to where his eyes are set. "You know she's not," she mutters as she takes a sip on her martini, suspiciously eyeing her boyfriend.

"I'm up for it," he says, nodding your way.

"Excuse me?" Natasha raises an eyebrow, gracefully setting down her glass on the counter.

"She's our girl, I have a feeling she is. You can ask her, can't you?" Jason smirks as he shamelessly keeps his stare on you. "Pretty little thing like that would be up for anything, wouldn't she?"

It takes exactly two seconds for Natasha to have a sharp fork pressed against Jason's side, just above one of his major arteries and restricting his breathing. A choked gurgle escapes his lips as Natasha's mouth lingers next to his ear.

"I know 72 different ways to break every bone in your body, and I can make 65 of them seem like an accident." Her smooth voice fills his ear. "Keep her name out of your mouth."

She keeps the fork pressed into his skin for a few seconds, just for extra measure, before she lets it go and Jason coughs violently as his hand flies up to his throat. Natasha takes another sip of her drink, glancing over the unsuspecting crowd with a roll of her eyes.

"I suggest you leave. Go clean up in the bathroom, you have a stain on your shirt," Natasha says before taking her drink and walking away.

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You squeeze yourself through the thick bathroom line, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible. You gave up on preserving your wings two drinks ago, because quite frankly you have forgotten them by now.

You might also have ignored your fellow elders' warnings of laying off the alcohol, choosing to indulge in whatever drink you could get your hands on for one evening only. It's a risky move, but it's something you can afford. You rarely stir up any trouble, if any at all. What fun is it if you remain predictable all the time?

The music blares through the floor, thumping along with the people jumping up and down against it. You're out of it in the most wonderful way, rid of your constant presence in your own mind, if even for just a short while. The consequences do not exist and neither does your conscience.

When a guy in his late twenties, or thirties, maybe even your age, grasps a hold of your hand and asks if you want to dance, you answer yes without any hesitation. Sweaty bodies spread their heat around, pushing up against you and the mysterious guy as you move against each other.

You barely know what you're doing. You're only following along, letting him control your movements close to his body. If you were more sober you would have seen how it could be more likened to grinding than dancing, but the weight of his hands on your hips feels grounding instead of unnerving.

"You look so fucking pretty," he says into your ear, muffled by the alcohol buzzing in your head and the music blaring over the speakers.

You throw your arms around his neck, looking up at him with what you think is a smile. You're trying, at least. "Thank—" Hiccup. "Thank you. You're pretty too," you say, even though you can barely make out his features in the darkness.

But you think he looks pretty. A hypothesis based on the way his hands feel on your skin. Hot may be a better word for it, but in your state of mind adjectives do not differ especially much from each other. That's why you let him drag you away from the crowd, pushing through drunk people until you find a relatively secluded corner of the floor.

The wall is cold against your heated skin, your back against it while the man's arms cage you in. The feeling of his lips trailing across your neck barely registers. It just feels nice, you think. Your eyes are fluttered close, back arching while you mumble indetectable words you can't even decipher yourself. You're so fucking drunk you won't even remember this moment in the morning.

That's the problem with you drinking tonight—your alcohol consumption has been so limited that you have no conception of whatever is much or not. You have no idea if it takes three or six drinks to get you affected. You have no idea what you are like on tequila or vodka, on Prosecco or red wine. So now, eight drinks later of so many different types you can't even remember which was which, you're out of it enough to barely remember your own name.

His wet lips against yours are a suffocating presence you would much rather be without. It's sloppy and rushed, not at all what you imagined kissing would be. You wince to yourself, pushing him away just an inch to run the back of your hand against your mouth.

And then he's suddenly gone. You could have sworn he stood right in front of you. It takes a good ten seconds before you find him on the floor, clutching his nose with an angry frown in between his eyebrows.

"What the fuck, man?!" he shouts, looking up at the guy who has a funny hat on his head and a heaving chest.

"Stay away from her," the guy seethes, suddenly taking a gentle hold of your arm.

You don't have it in you to protest. Maybe it's dangerous to follow whoever when they tell you to, but your moral compass is non-existent in this state.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" the guy asks you. You blink, staring at his face while trying to piece together his features. No words come out of your mouth. "Damnit," he sighs, shaking his head.

A woman comes up to him with rushed steps, agitated look on her face. "Is she alright, Peter?" She runs her eyes over your disheveled figure.

"She's completely out of it. Must have snuck in quite a lot of more drinks," he answers. "Your dickhead of a boyfriend is taken care of, by the way. Probably won't stir up anymore trouble now."

"I should have checked so he actually left. It was reckless to think he would leave her alone," she says with a stern face, cold gaze watching the exit.

"Wasn't your fault, Nat," Peter assures her. You sway in your stance, stumbling into his hold while he steadies his grip around you.

"She needs to lay down before she passes out. Get her a glass of water for me, will you?" Natasha commands.

Peter nods, giving you a concerned glance before reluctantly heading towards the bar. Your head comes to lean on Natasha's shoulder with a whine, letting her lead you wherever she's going. You're starting to feel dizzy and slightly nauseous, and you do not like it. If you had the energy to speak you would launch a heavy string of complaints.

"Come on now, darling. A few more steps," she says, taking on more of your weight.

Your face is buried into her shoulder. The only thing detectable from your blubbering is the whines, wordlessly pleading to take you away from wherever you are and rid you of the nausea.

Heavy glances are exchanged between Peter and Natasha as he pushes through the crowd, fingers clinging tightly onto the large glass in his hand.

"Here," he breathes out, reaching the glass towards her.

She takes it from his hands, tilting your chin up with her manicured fingers. "There you go, Y/n," she mumbles as you gulp down small sips of the liquid.

The music blares loudly throughout the large room, sweaty bodies packed tightly together. What you found exhilarating and exciting twenty minutes ago is now suffocating. It's the only thing you know as you barely stand on two feet amongst the crowd. If it weren't for Nat, you would be in a heap on the floor.

"Let's go." Natasha nods towards the exit, glancing over her shoulder as Peter trails shortly after.

You're barely awake, burrowing your face into the crook of her neck. Peter can smell the stale alcohol on your breath from where he walks just beside the two of you—fruity drinks and vodka and tequila and wine. It unnerves him to think that you might have ingested enough of the poison to make it dangerous.

The bitter night air is refreshing for anyone who's senses are at least partly alert. It's a blessing really, that tonight you only have the short walk from the party to your homes located just on the other side of the compound grounds.

The dewy grass is partially lit up by strobe lights placed along the lines of the premises, soaking Natasha's heels and Peter's loafers. Your bare arms prickle with the low temperature.

It feels like an awfully long journey for Peter as he walks along Natasha, halfway waking up enough from the haze to take on some of your weight as well. There's a thought or two of swinging you back home in just a few seconds, but there's not much for his web to hold onto out here. The anxiety creates shudders in his limbs and forces him to glance over to your figure every other second.

"She'll be fine, Peter," Natasha says without so much as sparing him a glance. "She's just drunk. It'll be over tomorrow."

But his anxiety doesn't ease, rightfully so, when your palm suddenly pushes against her chest with all the force you can muster in your state. You whine, sprawling your legs until they have no option but to release you.

"Wha—"

On your knees, bent over the small bushes meticulously trimmed by the nice gardeners, you throw your guts out with shudders wracking the whole of your body. Awful.

Natasha could have said 'I told you so', but people make dumb decisions while drunk and she already feels bad for you over what Jason did. "Oh, honey," she whispers to herself instead, taking a step forward to reach you.

But Peter's faster. Of course he is. The young man is kneeling down beside you, hand gently wrapping around your hair to pull it aside while the other rubs against your back.

Any other time, when alcohol isn't poisoning your blood, and you would have felt ashamed. You probably will be tomorrow. You would have reacted to Peter being the one to take care of you, especially after showing such irritation about your state earlier.

The grass is cold and wet against your knees, but it is a welcome relief from the heat plaguing your skin. You are almost certain there are tears making their way out of your eyes and you would positively murder someone for another glass of water.

Instead of gulping down another glass, like you want to, you close your eyes while breathing out deeply. The nausea slowly fades away with each second, the heat being replaced by dewy goosebumps on your skin, all the while clarity pushes itself past the alcohol-induced blur.

A raspy cough. A thick gulp, swallowing too much air at the same time but you force yourself to hold it in. "Did I just kiss someone?" you speak for the first time in an hour.

And Natasha nearly laughs, until she remembers the state you were in. You didn't kiss someone.

"No, Y/n," she says softly, glancing up at Peter with a hardened gaze that tells him to keep his mouth shut. "No, you didn't."

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It's dark, empty of anyone who usually resides in the living room. The lights flickered on one by one, lighting up the space too much for your liking when you stepped inside. A whine was all it took for Peter to turn them off again.

You've been discarded on the couch, legs stretched out over Nat’s thighs with a cold, wet towel laying on your face. Peter sits fiddling with his fingers just beside your head. It's quiet—thankfully—even though you feel much better than before.

"What time is it?" you ask after what must have been ten minutes of complete silence.

"It's, uh, ten past one," Peter stutters out, like he's surprised by the sound of your voice. In reality he just reacts this way each time you speak, but the circumstances have chipped on his resolve. He can't hide his shivers behind a cool facade anymore.

"Happy Halloween," you croak out, earning a quiet chuckle from him. He checks his phone to see the date on top of the screen. 31st October, indeed.

Honestly, Peter has been some kind of obsessed with you since he was sixteen and visited the compound for the first time. You and Steve were walking on the trail slinging around the grounds, deep into solemn conversation.

Peter should have been listening to the endless list of security policy Happy was lining up for him, but he just couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Not because you were beautiful—you are, but he couldn't really see your face in detail from that far away—but because there was someone else his age in the same situation as him. Then he found out you were just Steve's adopted little sister and was a bit disappointed over your lack of involvement with the Avengers.

For weeks he tried to understand why you were in this century too and if Captain America had kept you secret for a reason. Peter was too nervous to actually talk to you until Tony shut him out of some team meeting and you were the only other one in the living room. He saw you everyday after that.

But now he's living hours away at university and he hates that it feels like you're drifting apart and everything is happening without him knowing. You drinking and being interested in men and men being interested in you. He tries to keep the contact up—texts you everyday and calls you and sends messages to Steve or Bucky if you don't answer. For the things you won't tell him, the things he can't see.

He was so excited for tonight. Chose the Indiana Jones costume because Harrison Ford is cool and sexy in those movies and surely you must think that too? And damn it, when he saw you sparkle and shimmer as you walked into the room with your wings fluttering he almost fell to the ground. It was fun as long as you were sober enough to actually talk to him.

Peter's spent the last hour and a half so goddamn mad at Natasha's boyfriend. And of course he is jealous, it should have been him you were dancing with like that, but that man took advantage of your vulnerable state. You could barely stand up, let alone actually protest or give your consent. Peter doesn't know if that was your first kiss or not, but regardless he's mighty glad he knocked the guy out.

You've gone quiet again, and he almost thinks you have fallen asleep, but you peek out from under the towel when the door you all came in through is thrown open. Heavy boots clank against the floor and a frown adorns Steve Rogers', or Fred from Scooby Doo for the night, face when he and his best friend barges inside. It doesn't take long for them to catch sight of the couch occupied by a wide-eyed Peter, stoic Natasha and still kind of drunk Y/n.

"You're going to be the death of me, young lady," Steve speaks up, letting out a deep sigh once he's close enough to tower over your figure.

He got a run-through of the events by a slightly dramatic Asgardian god and an infinitely more concerned Wanda a few minutes ago. You had gotten black-out drunk and found yourself grinding against some punk in the crowd. That was forgivable, even though Steve would much rather you didn’t at this age. Then that fucking jerk shoved his tongue down your throat despite you barely being able to form words. Yeah, Jackson or Jacob or whatever his name was had a talk with Bucky before the two of them rushed over here.

With his hands on his hips and a shake of his head, Steve stands there for a second before kneeling down. Bucky has his arms crossed a few feet away like he still hasn't really decided wether he's pissed or just feels sorry for you.

"You okay, Y/n?" Steve asks you, a little softer. His palm has come to feel your forehead, even though you doubt fever is a common symptom of being hungover.

Peter is paralyzed beside him. He’s quite sure Steve knows how completely infatuated he is with you. Mostly because Peter accidentally, somehow, sent a voice message meant for Ned to Bucky. He must have shared that by now. What should I wear? Y/n is going to be there. Han Solo? Does she even like brunettes? Is she into blondes? Oh god, I’m helpless.

"No," you mutter in answer to your brother’s question. "This sucks. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Bucky snorts. "What did you even drink? Vodka?"

"No. I don't know. In the beginning it was just some screw-top rosé Peter's roommate brought," you tell him, scrunching your nose with the memory of the taste of it. "It tasted cheap."

"Oh, because you know things like that now, do you?" Bucky says, raising his eyebrows at you. "Can tell expensive wine from cheap-ass rosé?"

"Buck," Steve says before you even have the chance to answer. Chastises, maybe. "You're not 21 yet. Who gave all that alcohol to you?"

You turn your head away, pressing it into the pillow. Steve turns you back to him with a hand to your shoulder, giving you a pointed look that holds some level of amusement. He acts like God's righteous man, but he was a troublemaker in his youth. Tony would have a field day if he knew all the times Steve came home drunk at sixteen after drinking some musty home-made brandy.

"Peter?" Steve looks up at him when you choose not to answer, using alternative, dirty methods to get answers. Cheater. Your mouth falls open, looking over at both your brother and Peter with an offended glare.

The young man stutters, eyes glancing frantically between the two of you while trying to figure out who scares him the most. "I—uh, don't know. My roommate. Apparently. Natasha's boyf—ex?"

The playful tone dims into stern faces and clenched jaws as the villain of the evening is mentioned out loud. You're caught up deciphering the sudden switch in attitude for longer than you should have before solving the riddle. Natasha told you nothing happened, but unfortunately you have vague pictures of a man, her man, shoving his tongue into your mouth. Oh god.

You sink even further into the couch, if that's possible, shielding yourself from the undoubtably judgemental gazes shared in the room. Natasha's boyfriend cheated with you and you didn't even say anything.

"Don't hide from us, sweetheart," Steve says, brushing hair away from your face. "Hey, it's not your fault. That punk took advantage of you. You weren't in your right mind."

Your dickhead of a brother knows you too well. Can tell with just a glance when you're overthinking and analyzing and blaming yourself for problems that have nothing to do with you from the beginning.

"Calm down, birdie,” Nat says softly, earning your attention even though you want to crawl out of your skin. “That's not a conscious decision, when you're drunk like that. It wasn't your fault in the least. Fourty minutes ago you couldn't even stand straight.”

"I'm really sorry, Nat," you say, eyes flickering down to your legs draped over her lap.

"Stop it. That fucking dickhead thought it would be a good idea to tell me he wanted to have a threesome with you. I told him to stay away from you and leave, but he obviously didn't. Probably just to spite me."

"Threesome?" Steve chokes on his breath and the word comes out as more of a cough. He tightens his hold on your hand until you let out a wince, drawing a whispered ‘sorry’ from his lips.

“Me?” you breathe out, sitting up a little higher.

Peter pushes you down onto the pillow again not even a second later. He doesn’t want you to strain yourself. He’s also fucking pissed now because that man not only assaulted you, he also asked Natasha to have a threesome with you. A 19-year old.

“I’m sorry that he took advantage of you, Y/n. Not going to bring anymore of these assholes I keep dating.” Natasha sighs tiredly, letting her head fall back against the couch.

“That’s not your fault either, you know,” Bucky mutters, earning a pointed look from her that says more than her words can. A ‘thank you’ and ‘I know, dickhead’ simultaneously.

A comfortable silence spanning a dozen of seconds is shared between the five of you. It’s late and everyone is tired and what needed to be said has already been said. You’re fine after all and Natasha will be okay, if she isn’t already.

Peter shifts uncomfortably beside you, brushing against your hair and alerting you even more of his presence. He’s been so sweet to you tonight. He always has been. It guilts you now that you have taken his kindness for granted with time, but Peter cared for you the entire evening despite his teasing words.

You don’t know if it means something. Peter is good to everyone. And he has—MJ and him seem so close. They most likely spend all their time together now when they go the same college. Both geniuses. You don’t really have much to contribute except being the younger sister of America’s favorite hero and embarrassing yourself in a fairy costume on Halloween.

So you push the thought aside. Bury it deep and take in the rest of your surroundings. A quiet snort rests on your lips as you assess the brooding man who has finally seated himself down on an uncomfortable chair from the kitchen.

"Your costume is horrible, Bucky. You're not even dressed up,” you speak up, breaking the silence with a playful smile.

"Yes. I am," he mutters. "I have a mask."

"That does not count. You're wearing your normal clothes." You giggle while he rolls his eyes, earning a chuckle from you brother too. He’s glad to see you cheering up.

“What is considered a real costume then, sweets?” Bucky asks you, raising his eyebrows while pinpointing you with his ingenuine glare.

“I don’t know.” You look around, glancing over your brother’s attempt at a classic Fred, Natasha’s Dorothy, before landing on Indiana Jones. “Peter’s is good,” you mumble, heat spreading to your cheeks from nowhere. Why are you reacting this way?

“Yeah, sure lucky ‘bout that since he planned it all for you,” he mumbles under his breath. “Punk is head over heels.”

The breath escapes the two of you—you and Peter. Because Peter knows Bucky is right and you can’t believe what you just heard.

“What?” both you and Steve say simultaneously. Your brother has turned his entire body towards Peter.

You raise yourself up to a seat, glancing between Bucky and Peter. The latter’s eyes are wide open, lips parted. Guilty.

“Peter?” you ask him, so quietly he almost has to rely on the shape of your lips to hear what you said.

A clearing of his throat. Scratch on the back of his neck.

“Yeah, about that…”

#marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #peter parker x reader #steve rogers fluff #Steve Rogers sister #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #avengers Halloween

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gabelesimp · 1 year

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I could just imagine this...

Record of Ragnarok

Reincarnated! Nikola Tesla x Reader. Collage au.

You were walking down the streets, someone was in a rush and he bumped into you. " Oh mon dieu ! Je suis désolé ! " (Oh my! I'm sorry!). You told him that it was alright.

He helped you pick up your things and apologized once more, you looked at him.

"Have we met before?" "In another life perhaps?" He smiled. He realized that his colleagues were waiting for him, and gave you your things and rushed to a room inside the university.

You walked to that room, to see it was empty. "Oh, I'm early. I thought I was late!" He laughed embarrassed. You kept him company until they finally came.

As you were about to walk out the door, he grabbed your hand. "May I know your name?" "(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)!" Marie whispered to Edison, "Loverboy is at it again~" He giggled. "I'm Nikola, Nikola Tesla!" He smiled. A soft aura...You loved it..

"Maybe we did meet in another life.."

(I love Tesla... I'm the leader of the Tesla Legacy.)

#record of ragnarok #snv #snv tesla #snv nikola tesla #nikola tesla x reader

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gayometer · 2 years

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✨Your semi organized navigation tool✨

Aka: The Masterlist Masterlist 2.0 Last updated: 31/1/23 (will not be updated again)

Hello and welcome to your own personal hell, or heaven if you're into that.

This masterlist is only for headcanons. Incorrect quotes are scattered throughout this blog.

If there is no link, it's a work in progress

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I only write for snv, however I do reblog things from twisted wonderland and pokemon also art I find pretty neat.

I mostly write fluff since angst and nsfw are hard for me write, it might change as I get better.

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All Y/N's are gender neutral unless the note above the work says otherwise.

Unless the request has a specific gender or pronoun the default gender for every Y/N is gender neutral.

Adam and Zero are strictly platonic since I see them as a father and a child.

Adamas is also strictly platonic cause he is just everyone's crackhead brother with anger issues.

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Every request will be posted on friday and weekends since I'm free those three days. Please take that with a huge bag of salt since I barley keep up to my own schedule.

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Request are open

💚Enjoy your stay💚

All:

Uh...

Time travel isn't exclusive to rats

Poseidon:

General headcannons

Hyper s/o

His kid gets a bf

Having a himbo

No, you don't exist

The worst of both worlds

Who the fuck is this?

Huh...ironic

They bring a GPS

It's not always fate that we're together

Into the OG timeline

Thor:

Singular headcannon

Boyfriend headcannons

As a brother

Day (X) of glueing Thor's shit onto the ceiling!

Some happiness in such a dull place pt. 2

Loki:

General headcannons

Singular headcannon 2

Boyfriend headcannons

Shy s/o

As a brother

Loki can finally feel tall

Roach infestation has commenced

Day (X) of glueing Thor's shit onto the ceiling!

The power is in my hands! I think...

Oh come on! I'm practically spelling it out for you!

Still need to spell it out? Fine...just this once

Enemies to lovers

Everything is ok! :D

How did this happen?

Some happiness in such a dull place pt. 2

Hades:

Lost s/o

Lost s/o at it again dammit

Twiddledee and Twiddledumb

Greeks are hopeless 2

It was fate that brought us together

Who the fuck is this?

They bring a GPS

He went through time and space and hand this over

Into the OG timeline

Buddha:

Big and warm

Strong mommy

She's safe with me

Ares:

Braindead duo

Who the fuck is this?

Please stop...

Zeus:

Who the fuck is this?

Hermes:

Who the fuck is this?

Heracles

Who the fuck is this?

Odin

Some happiness in such a dull place 2

Beelzebub

Don't worry...

All:

Uh...

Time travel isn't exclusive to rats

Qin Shi Huang:

Lost s/o and Qin are besties

As a brother

Twiddledee and Twiddledumb but they're both adults

Small and Tall badass

Jack the Ripper:

Shy s/o

Big and warm

A good devil

Strong mommy

She's safe with me

Nikola Tesla:

Big and warm

A good devil

She's safe with me

Raiden Tameemon:

Oh god they started meeting more humans

C'mon, do something

That's a weird looking bathroom

Lü Bu

Not as seen on TV

Oh god oh fuck they're spreading

#masterlist #lost y/n #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #meter's cg #meter's betta #meter's squishy

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nethskelie · 2 years

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(n) things that are known or proved to be true

♠ series, social media au with some written parts – part of the Il y Aura Des Jours Meilleurs collection

♥ strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, crack, a bit of angst, seokjin x reader, outcast!reader, college!au

♣ Summary: When Seokjin's friends decided to share his number with the whole campus with a note saying "text me," nobody would have thought that you of all people would do so.

♦ Trigger Warnings: a lot of hospital life is involved, swearing, abandonment issues, I can't think of anything else for now

DISCLAIMER: this is a piece of fiction; how the characters are portrayed doesn't necessarily reflect on how they are in real life

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Profiles

Chapter 1: The Girl With a Pearl Earring

Chapter 2: Egyptian Pharaoh Akhenaten

Chapter 3: George McClellan

Chapter 4: John McAfee

Chapter 5: Vincent Van Gogh

Chapter 6: André-François Raffray

Chapter 7: Pearl

Chapter 8: Margaret Corbin

Chapter 9: Hatshepsut

Chapter 10: Nikola Tesla

Chapter 11: Jon Favreau

Chapter 12: Pearl II

Chapter 13: Lucy Ellmann

Chapter 14: Mount Rushmore

Chapter 15: Pearl III

Chapter 16: Jein Junhlook

more coming soon...

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BTS Masterlist

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a.n.: because I won't be able to update the story for two weeks in July, I'm thinking of sharing the profiles and the first chapters just to settle everything and I'll come back in August for the rest, but I don't know yet :[

a.n.2: when I said I was thinking of sharing the first chapters I didn't think of publishing until chapter 7 but I guess we never know what'll happen in the future

#bts #bts smau #bts fanfiction #kim seokjin #kim seokjin smau #kim seokjin fanfiction #jin #jin fanfiction #jin smau #seokjin x yn #seokjin x reader #jin x reader

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babyawacs · 2 years

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#what #are #ufo #s @ufo @ufob0t @alien @aliens @bbc_whys @bbcdrwho @drwhobbc @drwhowatch @lockheedmarti n @boeingdefense @northropgrumman @usairforce .@us_stratcom @snopes .@rosatom .@rosatomglobal .@doescien ce @science @sciam @startrek ‎ itis clear the #ufo technology of positron resonance effects and or in combination with highpowered rf plasma effects ‎m ustbe e x t r e m e l y bad for molecular biology between positron resonance tech and pillaged nikola tesla lairs a nd dr tantalus lairs ‎ the same technology in stargates ‎ ‎ it would be like breathing phaser s destruction of biology would lead declination combination deducti on to ‎ decayed or deceased personnel

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rukia-writes · 3 years

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❥Record of Ragnarok Masterlist ❥

Group headcanons/ reader inserts

Zeus x (fem) reader (Zeus has fun with the baby sitter)

Zeus x (fem) reader( 18+ No minors 🔞 )

RoR as Beyoncé gifs

What they are like during a thunder storm

Qin Shi Huang x (fem) reader

Heimdall x reader

Thor, Hercules, Tesla with a beloved that looks like Rangiku (Bleach)

Thor, Poseidon, Buddha and Tesla with a strong and Buff s/o

Going inside a haunted house 🏚

Which SNV spoils their little girl

Helping with insecurities, Thor, Hades and Poseidon

Various characters x witch reader

Preferences (SNV Daddy)

Buddha and Hercules helping their s/o that’s having a rough time

Aphrodite with human lover (headcanons)

Which gods like to worship their s/o (mentions of pregnancy)

Ragnarok's Human side, who's likely to have a child with their s/o

Hades, Thor, or Poseidon dealing with their s/os having a bad day with their insecurities

Who has a mommy/mistress kink? >:D

RoR daddies having their ass grabbed

Ares x goddess x Hermès

Aphrodite Headcanons

⚡️Nikola Tesla headcanons ⚡️

⚡️Nikola Tesla x reader (18+, No minors, naughty headcanons ⚡️

Various characters x baby! (Fem) reader

Various characters x oread! Reader (reader baby sits Hades, Poseidon, Adamas, and Zeus)

Various characters x babysitter reader

Various characters x witch! reader

Hades and Poseidon how they propose 💍

Buddha and Hermes listen stumble upon Y/N singing

Thor, Poseidon and Hades how they are when their beloved is having their baby 👶

Thor, Poseidon, Hades, and Buddha: sundress season 🎀

Getting nudes sent to them by their s/o

Poseidon, Thor, Tesla and Buddha with a strong and buff s/o

Having their s/o that likes to touch their tiddies (1)

Having their s/o that likes to touch their tiddies (2)

Thor and Poseidon have a s/o that likes to cuddle with them

Hercules and Shiva how they react when someone insults their wife

Hermes and Ares with a s/o that clean in the morning

Hades and Poseidon with a s/o that likes their biceps 💪

Hades and Poseidon with a s/o that gives them lil kisses before bed.

Buddha x (Male)! Reader

Buddha x (fem)! Reader (18+, No minors 🔞, reader and Buddha have fun in the council)

Poseidon, Hercules and Hades (Bath time-Dad version)

Qin Shi Huang and Sakata Kintoki (Rainy days-Dad version)

Thor and Hades handling the serpent 🐍

Poseidon handles the serpent 🐍

Odin handles the serpent 🐍

Hercules and Ares handle the serpent

Heracles x (fem) reader

Hercules x (fem) reader (Hercules saves a young boy and has a crush on his mother)

Heracles x (fem) reader (18+, NSFW)

Hercules x (fem) reader (damsel! Reader, a thousand fur coat)

Werewolf! Heracles x (fem) LRRH! Reader (18+ NSFW)

Hercules x (fem) reader (Hercules shows his strength by arm wrestling Thor)

Heracles x (Fem) reader x Thor (18+ NSFW)

Heracles x (fem) reader (Finding the doll)

Alcides x (fem) reader (Alcides tries to ask his crush out)

Alcides x (fem) reader (Alcides has an innocent crush on a princess but she doesn’t know who he is)

Hercules x (fem) reader (pins her to the wall)

Heracles x (fem) reader (asking his crush on a date)

Hercules x crybaby! Reader headcanons

Firefighter! Hercules x (fem)! Reader

Hercules (fem) reader x Lucifer (sexy threesome) 18+

Hercules x (fem) goddess! Reader- Loki plays a prank on Hercules beloved

Hercules x shy (fem) reader (18+)

Poseidon x (fem) reader (Uber driver)

Poseidon x water nymph! Reader ( Baby sitting Poseidon

Poseidon as a human in college

Poseidon dick headcanons

Poseidon plays a game with his baby ♥️

Poseidon x (fem) reader (Poseidon has twins and wants attention)

Dad! Poseidon x mom!(fem) reader

Thor x (GN) reader (fluff)

Thor x (fem) reader x Heracles (18+, No minors)

Bath time with Thor

Thor x earth goddess (reader tells Thor about her parents)

Thor x healer goddess (fem) reader

Thor x sif! Reader

MMA! Lu Bu x MMA! (Male) reader

Odin x mermaid!(fem) reader

Odin x minor goddess

Odin x goddess! Reader (Odin gets a surprise) 18+

Odin x goddess! Reader ( reader gets to face sit on Odin)

Odin x (fem) reader (Reader wants a baby boy) 18+

Hermès x child! Goddess

Hermes x Ballet! Dancer

Ares x (fem) goddess reader (Reader saves Ares from two giants)

Ares x (GN) child! deity x Aphrodite

Ares x eos! Reader

Hades x young! Reader (Hades gets a psychic daughter)

Hades x (fem)! Reader (Reader is the twin sister of Aphrodite and has a crush on Hades)

Hades x (fem)! Reader (Part 2 of being Aphrodite’s sister)

Remix of Hades and Persephone (fem!reader)

Hades x human! Reader

Hades x human (fem) reader x Beelzebub

Hades x (fem) reader (Flu season comes to Valhalla) 18+

Beelzebub headcanons having feelings for his future s/o

Go to Second master list for more (●’◡’●)ﾉ

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#record of ragnarok Masterlist #shuumatsu no valkyrie

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bluewinnerangel · 3 years

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Thought I’d put all our 369 struggles together

369 is a copy of a copy of a copy

He’s loved him since he was 3+6+9=18.

36-9=28 if you can’t do maths, like louis

863 (Harry’s tweet) backwards is 368 but thats too obvious so +1

something about threesomes

“If you only knew the magnificence of the 3, 6 and 9, then you would have the key to the universe.” – Nikola Tesla

He has 369 tattoo ideas/wants to get 369 tattoos

The man dropped his lighter on his keyboard and rolled with it

The 369 Manifestation Method. “369″ is what you find if you google “manifestation method”. Considering twitter has a thing for “manifesting the BUA”, and considering today is the 6 year anniversary of international BUA day.. maybe the man just said I see you playing I will Survive

he actually wants to get “369″ tattooed on him

369 means compassion, idealism and creative expression in numerology

Louis doesn’t post a selfie because he already tattooed 369 on his forehead

3=C, 6=F, 9=I, so you get CFI, yep

Old phone style 3=D/E/F, 6=M/N/O, 9=W/X/Y/Z, which also makes... nothing?

A year and 4 days, which leads you nowhere.

Tracks n walls: 3=Two Of Us, 6= Walls, 9=Fearless, also exists yes

I got nothing left but there was an attempt to get to 28.

I like number 9

#you're welcome #louis on the other hand #is NOT WELCOME #just CUT IT OUT #this man wakes up and chooses violence a little too often

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spooks-and-tea · 4 years

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Entangled (Spencer Reid x femReader) [Ch.11] The Final Chapter.

Summary: You don’t know how it happened. One moment you were watching Criminal Minds, and the next moment you were literally in the show. Can Spencer be the key to helping you find your way back home?

Warnings: minor character death, mentions of su*cide, bad explanations of quantum mechanics, bad words, sexual situations (some non-con), the usual criminal minds-type content

A/N: Some big bad interrogation Spencer vibes. Thanks for reading. This chapter was short, so I just decided 2 chapter posts in one day. Let me know what you thought of the story~Pleeeeease no one repost on other sites without my permission.

Word Count: 2,015

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11.

************************************************************************After Spencer had disappeared, JJ was surprised, to say the least.

She held the unsub by the cuffs as he angrily spoke about Spencer's big genius brain solving an equation in 2 minutes which had taken himself a lifetime of work to figure out. She asked him where the machine had taken Spencer and he replied with all of this talk about quantum mechanics, particle waves, split dimensions, and voids. Stuff that Spencer had been info-dumping about for months, regarding the case.

All JJ cared to know about was if Spencer was safe, and to that the unsub just shrugged.

The first thing the team did when you all returned to the BAU was throw the unsub into an interrogation room.

Spencer was quick to volunteer as the only interrogator in the room, he argued this unsub would react the strongest to him.

The rest of the team were still flustered from all of this inter-dimensional information that Spencer had gone on about on the ride back. You had backed him up wholeheartedly and you were seemingly in great health after being gone for 5 months.

"Alright Reid, you seem to be the only one of us that has a good idea of what's going on. We'll watch from here, and if he gets too aggressive, we'll send someone else in," Hotch agreed.

You watched from the double sided mirror, the unsub was looking at it as if he could see you. You clenched your fists. He was the reason you'd nearly lost Spencer. He was the reason that Spencer looked sick from overworking and you had nightmares for 5 months straight.

"Hey, will you be okay in here?" Spencer lowered his voice to ask you. You had refused to stop holding his hand since you got here. He noticed your fist clenching tighter.

"I don't want him to take you away from me again," you replied.

"He's in handcuffs, and his machine is being collected for evidence. He isn't a wizard, he needs that machine like Nikola Tesla needs an inductor. He can't hurt us anymore," Spencer tried to comfort you, using the soft tone he knew you loved.

"Just don't take too long in there, and give him hell for me, alright?" You stood on your toes and kissed him.

He gave you a small smile and nodded.

You slowly slid your hand from his as he turned to walk out.

When he entered the interrogation room, he was no longer soft-Spencer.

The unsub didn't even turn to look at him, he was fixated on the double mirror. His eyes unnerved you.

You crossed your hands over your chest and leaned against the wall, deciding to keep your eyes steadily on Spencer.

"We know who you are." Spencer spoke. You smiled, recognizing that Spencer was turning the unsub's words to you against him.

Was Spencer purposefully trying to make you happy while he was in the middle of an interrogation?

"I know who you are as well, Dr. Reid," his gritty voice made your skin crawl.

"Good, then you should know that I understand the significance of the science experiments you've been conducting, Dr. Arnold Lynch. You've been labeled as a dangerous person to the entire world; a mad scientist." Spencer sat in a chair, his arms crossed.

"Now they listen." Lynch, rolled his eyes, finally looking at Spencer. His unimpressed gaze trailed up and down, sizing him up.

"I was like you once. Young, an impressive mind; maybe if I had found her sooner she would have loved me." Lynch added. He looked back to the mirror, you tasted bile at the back of your throat.

Spencer leaned forward in his chair, putting his elbows on the table.

"You're trying to change the subject." Spencer pointed out. "Tell me how all of this started. Tell me where your partner, Dr. Deborah Tryst, is hiding and how she helped you."

Lynch's eyes widened. "We were colleagues. She helped me build the machine, and I wrote the equations that made it work. We went in together, the first time."

"She tested the machine with you?" Spencer asked.

"Yes, we experimented. We tried to study the void space for years. Then, one day, a crack formed. Through that crack I saw her." The unsub looked towards you, seemingly locking eyes with you through the one-way glass.

"Y/N?" Spencer clarified.

"Correct. She was spectacular, the girl from a parallel dimension. We didn't know why the crack revealed her at first, but then we saw the string. It was barely noticeable, like a fishing line. It led from her dimensional crack to ours. All it took was a tug on that wire to know who the other end of that line connected to."

He was watching me? What a sick creep!

"Who?"

"Don't play stupid with me Doctor, I know you feel it."

Spencer swallowed, his eyes flicking to you for a moment.

"I should have gotten rid of you when I had the chance. My colleague thought differently. Now that the cracks were open, she observed you both, she knew you both would feel-" he sighed, "-incomplete until you were in the same space. She decided to play matchmaker and ruin everything. I loved Y/N first. Y/N was mine and she was a beacon, a magnificent anomaly! I took her back so she could be my pet; so she would never be yours!" He angrily spat, slamming his fists onto the table. Spencer stood, seething. You felt similarly.

"You had no right!" Spencer's voice was deep and angry. You'd never heard him so angry, other than in the show.

"No, Tryst had no right bringing her to you in the first place!"

"Y/N wants to be here. This is her decision. If you're so convinced you love her, you would want what is best for her."

"What's best for her Dr. Reid, or what's best for you? Is she any better off fighting criminals for the BAU? A job she isn't trained for." He cruelly laughed. "Is putting her in danger just so you can fuck her every once in a while off-duty not selfish? You think I'm the selfish one, look at yourself. You're just expecting her to be the lawful Bonnie to your Clyde, how long until you drive her into a hail of bullets?" Lynch smirked.

Spencer's eyes widened and he gripped the table.

No Spence, don't let him get to you.

"That's it, I'm going in there." Morgan spoke up next to you.

Hotch held his hand up to block him; his eyes on Spencer. "Wait, let Spencer speak. He's getting the unsub to talk, and that's good."

Spencer quickly collected himself, his expression going blank.

"Where is Dr. Deborah Tryst?" Spencer asked.

"Ooh, did I strike a chord, Doctor?" Lynch chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

"Where is Dr. Deborah Tryst?" Spencer repeated, angrier.

"Probably playing matchmaker. There are an infinite amount of dimensions for her to play with." Lynch shrugged.

"She's still in the void?"

"Yup, she's the reason the crack sealed when you two went through. She trapped herself in there and made sure I could never go back. Whatever she's doing, we'll never know for sure because it is impossible to recreate the initial crack. You should know just how improbable it was to create one in the first place, Dr. Reid."

"So there is no further possibility of danger?"

"Not cosmically, but, for our impossible girl over there, who knows what kind of dangerous situations you will put her in." Lynch nodded to the double mirror.

"She is not yours and she will never be yours. We're putting you in a maximum security prison where you will never see her again. So you can sit in your cell for the rest of your life and remember that she's with me, not you." Spencer's eyes darkened. You wanted to end this fight and get him out of there. He was only getting angrier.

Hotch walked through the interrogation room door, holding it open. "Reid," was all he said.

That was it, Spencer had gotten a lengthy confession from the unsub. The details would come up during his trial.

Spencer stood up, not caring about the wobbling chair as he did so. He walked out of the room and you went to the hallway to meet him. You met him as he was stomping down the hall away from you. "Spencer!" You called, hurrying to follow him.

He made his way inside an empty meeting space and you quickly slipped in behind him; closing the door.

He loosened his tie and ran his hands through his hair. You let him cool off for a few moments.

"He's right. I am selfish." He sounded beyond angry, even guilty.

He leaned forward on the meeting table, clenching his fists against the wood.

"He was just trying to get the last word in. Don't pay his words any more attention." You spoke, softly; placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You shouldn't work here. You're not properly trained for the high-intensity, high-risk situations."

"Then I can train. Anyways, I doubt Hotch is going to let me work here now that he knows," you said, sadly. You loved working here. You loved helping people and being with your BAU family. You loved Spencer's daily teasing.

"Being with me puts you in enough danger. I couldn't protect you. What's stopping something from happening to you again?" He looked up at you, though he was still hunched over the table.

"All the other times you protected me." You gave him a small smile. "When Chris threatened me, you confronted him. When I jumped into the lake, you stopped me from drowning. When I was stuck in my dimension, you rescued me from a life of being absolutely miserable without you. When the unsub first encountered us, you stood in front of me even though you couldn't see him. You've protected me far more times than you are choosing to acknowledge. I trust you with my life, Spence."

Spencer's shoulders fell as his breath evened out.

"I love you Y/N, I just don't want you to get hurt." Spencer whispered, his grip on the table loosening. He slowly stood up straight to look at you.

"We aren't some alternate justice-duo, Bonnie and Clyde. We're perfectly capable of protecting each other, and we aren't some crazy serial-killing, bank-robbing couple. We're Spencer and Y/N, the BAU's hottest couple." You spoke with exaggeration and winked.

Spencer gave you a small smile. His hair was a mess, his clothing was wrinkled, and his tie was undone.

"It's been a long day. Take me home?" You asked, giving him your best doe-eyes as you reached up to fix his tie.

"Oh. About that- you're apartment and all your money and assets are sorta gone now. You were presumed dead."

"I'm not talking about that place." You rolled your eyes; unaffected by the news.

You were used to being dirt poor anyways and that house was nothing but an empty shell.

"Home, with you," you explained.

"Oh."

Spencer broke out into a large grin. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a kiss. His coffee and woodsy-vanilla scent enveloped you like a warm hug. When he pulled away, he held his hand out to you.

"Come on then, I'll take you home."

Home, it was a strange concept. Your now-empty apartment in your dimension was once your home. You'd once almost drowned yourself to try to get back to that place.

Then you fell in love with Spencer, and living with him made you discover what a home truly was. It wasn't where you were from, it was the place you loved to be; the place you felt most comfortable, the most yourself.

Your home was in Spencer's dimension, Spencer's apartment, Spencer's arms, Spencer's everyday gestures, Spencer's smile, Spencer's late night chess games, Spencer's "I love you's," Spencer's raspy morning voice, Spencer's unruly hair, Spencer's hand kisses, Spencer's scrunched nose ticks, Spencer's info-dumps, Spencer's everything.

It was the most improbable circumstance and the one thing you were most thankful for. You got to spend your new life with Spencer.

In the end, Spencer Reid kept his promise; he did help you find your way home. Your way home to him.

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theengineeringknowledge-blog · 5 years

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What is Rotating Magnetic Field

Hello friends, I hope all of you are doing great. In today's tutorial, we are gonna have a look at What is Rotating Magnetic Field. In 1824, the French astronomer François Arago expressed the presence of revolving magnetic fields by working on the revolving copper diskette and a needle, it is also known as Arago's rotations. After this, there were two scientist Charles Babbage and Charles Herschel they said that they can rotate Arago's copper diskette by moving horseshoe magnet around it. Using these theories Faraday gave his famous law of electromagnetic induction. In 1879 Walter Baily use 4 electromagnets for this experiment instead of a horseshoe magnet, and by manually on and off the switches explained the phenomena of induction motor. The practical implementation of the rotating field in Alternating Currents Motors was described by the 2 scientist Galileo and Nikola Tesla. Tesla wrote in his autobiography that this idea came to his mind in 1882 when was in the park and making different sketches in the sand. In today’s post, we will have a look production of a rotating magnetic field, its working effect on polarity change, and some other factor. So let’s get started with the What is Rotating Magnetic Field. What is Rotating Magnetic Field In the last tutorial of the induced torque in the loop, we have discussed that if there are two fields in any electrical machine then torque will be produced by the linking of these two fields. This torque has the ability to line-up these 2 fields. If one field is existing at the stating part of AC machines and the other is at the rotor of the machine then these two fields will have induced torque at the rotor, which will turn the rotor. If we rotate the field at the stator by some means, then the torque formed in the rotor will force the rotor to follow the path of the stator field in the circular path. In simple wording, it is the elementary rule which every AC motor follows during its working. Here one question arises. How we can rotate the field of stator? The answer to this question given below. The basic rule for the working of the AC machines is that if a 3-phase group of currents, in this group everyone has the same magnitude and one twenty (1200) degree of phase difference applied to the 3-phase windings in the stator it will generate the rotating field. The set of 3-phase windings comprises of the 3 discrete windings which are one twenty degrees (1200) from the surface of the machine. The principle of rotating field is explained in a simple way by showing the empty stator which has 3 windings that are connected 1200 form each other.

Basic Concept of the Rotating Magnetic Field To study the basic principle of rotating field, we will supply 3-phase current the stator of a machine and observe its effect. Let's suppose that the current passing through the three windings of stator is given as. Iaa’(t) = IMsinwt amperes Ibb’(t) = IMsin (wt-1200) amperes Icc’(t) = IMsin (wt-2400) amperes The current in the winding (aa') moves in the winding from point (a) and comes out from the point (a’). This current generates magnetic field intensity (H). Haa’(t)= HMsinwt ∠00 In this equation the 00 is the angle of field intensity (H) vector it is shown in the figure which denoted as.

The direction of the filed intensity Haa’(t) can be described by the right-hand rule. Right Hand Rule says that if we curl our right-hand fingers in the direction of current then the thumb will be in the direction of the magnetic field. One point you should note that the magnitude of the magnetic field intensity (Haa’(t)) changes sinusoidally in time, but its direction remains constant. Likewise, the magnetic field intensity for the other two windings of the stator is given as. Hbb’(t)= HMsin(wt-1200) ∠00 Hcc’(t)= HMsin(wt-2400)∠ 00 Flux of the Rotating Magnetic Field The flux density of the three currents can found by their field intensities. The correspondent fluxes are given here. Baa’(t)= BMsinwt ∠00 Bbb’(t)= BMsin(wt-120o) ∠00 Bcc’(t)= BMsin(wt-240o) ∠00 The value of currents and their resultant flux can be found at definite times to measure the correspondent Bnet field on the stator. Let’s suppose at time wt= 0. The field at winding (aa’) will be given as. Baa’=0 The field density at the winding (bb’) will be. Bbb’(t)= BMsin(-120o) ∠00 The field at winding (cc’) will be. Bcc’(t)= BMsin(-240o) ∠00 If we add three fields from the windings, then we get the total field at the stator. Bnet = Baa’(t) +Bbb’ (t)+ Bcc’ (t) = 0+ (-√3 )/2(BM) ∠1200 + (√3 )/2 ∠2400 =1.5BM ∠-90 The resultant field is shown in given diagram.

Let’s take another example and find the value of flux. Now take filed at time wt =900 The values of the current will be. Iaa’ =IM sin900 amperes Ibb’ =IM sin (-300) amperes Icc’ =IM sin (-1500) amperes And the value of fields corresponding to these currents will be. Baa’=BM00 Bbb’=-0.5BM ∠1200 Bcc’=-0.5BM ∠2400 Now the value of the net field will be sum of these three. Bnet= Baa’ + Bbb’ + Bcc’ BM ∠00 + (-0.5BM) ∠1200 +(-0.5BM) ∠2400 =1.5BM ∠00 The resultant field is shown in the above given diagram and denoted as B. You can conclude that from this calculation that the respect of the change in the direction still has same magnitude. Proof of the Rotating Magnetic Field Concept The magnitude of field at any given time has the same value which I.5BM, for practically see this observation we do the proof of this statement.

For this, we see the given diagram, in this figure x and y coordinate is mentioned, x shows right and y upward direction. To calculate the net field in the stator we will just sum vectors of the 3 fields of the three windings. The total value of stator shown in figure is given as. Bnet (t) = Baa’ (t) + Bbb’ (t) + Bcc’ (t) =MBsinwt ∠00 + BMsin(wt-1200) ∠1200 + BMsin(wt-2400)∠240 0 These 3 fields can be written in the form of x and y components. Bnet (t) = Bmsinwt x – x + y- x- y Now we combine x and y components. Bnet (t)= BMsinwt - 0.5BMsin(wt-1200) - 0.5BMsin(wt-2400)]+ y Bnet (t)= (1.5BMsinwt) x - (1.5BMcoswt) y It is the final equation for the net flux density. Note that the magnitude of the field is constant 1.5BM and the angle varies constantly in a clockwise at angular speed w. You can also note that at the wt=0, Bnet =1.5BM∠900 And at the wt=900 Bnet =1.5BM∠00 What is the relationship between Electrical Frequency and the Speed of Magnetic Field Rotation The given diagram shows the field at the stator can be denoted as north and south poles. It will be north where the flux leaves the stator and there will be south where flux enters in the stator.

These poles make one rotation around the stator for every cycle of supplied current. So, the speed of rotation of the field (rps) is equal to the frequency in hertz. fe = fm we = wm In these equations, fm and the wm are the mechanical speed in revolutions per second (rpms). You can see that the windings on the stator are joined according to this order its anticlockwise. a-c'-b-a'-c-b' The given diagram shows the order of windings in the clockwise it is the order of earlier stator this repeated two times.

a-c '-b-a' -c-b '-a-c '-b-a '-c-b' When we apply 3-phase supply to this stator, 2 north (N) and 2 south (s) poles will be created in the windings of the stator. It is shown in the given figure which denoted as b. The pole of this winding runs the only middle of the surface of a stator in one electrical cycle. So, the relation among the electrical angle øe and the mechanical angle øm is. øe = 2øm From this equation, we can conclude that the in case of 4 poles winding the electrical frequency of the current is two times the mechanical frequency of rotation. Thus, for the four-pole winding, the electrical frequency of the current is twice the mechanical frequency of rotation. fe = 2fm 4 poles We = 2wm 4 pole In a simple way we have no of a pole at stator is P, then the P/2 repetitions of the windings sequence are ( a-c'-b-a'-e-b') and the mechanical and electrical terms on the stator have a relation like this. øe = (P/2) øm fe= (P/2)fm We= (P/2)wm Note that fm = nm/60, By this given equation we can compare the electrical and mechanical frequency as. fe= (nm/120) P Reversing the Direction of Magnetic Field Rotation in AC Machine There is another fact can be understood about the rotating field is that if we swap the direction of the two currents in the stator then the rotation direction of the field will be changed. This shows that we can easily change the direction of motion of the machine by just changing the polarity of the two windings out of three. This outcome is solved here and explains the effect of connection change on the magnitude of the field. To practical view this observation we change the connections of the phases bb’ and cc’ in given diagram stator.

The net flux at stator can give as. Bnet = Baa’(t) +Bbb’ (t)+ Bcc’ (t) = BMsinwt ∠00 + BMsin(wt-240) ∠1200 + BMsin(wt-120)∠2400 Now we write this equation in the form of x and y component. Bnet(t)= BMsinwt – x + y - x + y By combining x and y components. Bnet (t)= BMsinwt - 0.5BMsin(wt-2400) - 0.5BMsin(wt-1200)]+ y Bnet (t)= (1.5BMsinwt)x + (1.5BMcoswt)y This time magnitude is also same, but direction is clockwise. From this we conclude that we can easily change the direction of ac machine by changing the connection of any two phases of the machine. So, friends, it is all about the rotating magnetic field I have mentioned each and everything related to rotating magnetic field and also explained its effect on practical machines. Still, if you have any query please ask in comments. See you in the next tutorial. Read the full article

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marvelous-imagining · 7 years

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Surrogate Mother

Request: I have this amazing idea for a Steve imagine that I was hoping you could do. Y/n is peppers bff. Tony and pepper want to have a baby but pepper can’t carry said baby. Y/n offers to be the surrogate mother for them. Around 4/5 months she moves into the tower so she can be close to tony and pepper. Steve falls in love with y/n and there’s flirting. After the baby is born their relationship takes off. Not sure if that sounds like something you’d want to do.

A/N: We all know I have no imagination, so the name is just… yeah. I love love LOVED this request! Sorry for taking so long to finish it! Hopefully you like it. Also, I mainly wanted to keep this as a fluffy imagine, so I didn’t go to specifics about pregnancy and the possible sadness that comes along with giving away the baby, I know that is a lot harder than for others.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 5,221

Warning: pregnancy, surrogacy, fluff

Okay, I don’t know much about childbirth, I tried to do some research so if something I wrote makes no sense, feel free to tell me so I can fix it. Decided to name the baby after the inventor Nikola Tesla, who invented the Tesla Coil because I love the idea of Tony naming his child after an inventor (also because I googled “what would Tony Stark name his daughter?” and someone on yahoo answers said Tesla… I was desperate, ok?)

It all started when you decided to hang out with Tony and Pepper in the tower. You hadn’t seen Pepper, your best friend, in so long and you just wanted to catch up. Tony heard you were visiting, so he decided to join the two of you.

Tony got you a few drinks which you gladly took and the three of you started conversing, catching up on what had been going on in your lives.

“So…” You said as you gulped down the remains of your drink after telling them how your life was going. “What’s the situation between the two of you?” You asked, smiling warmly at your best friend with Tony’s arm wrapped around her.

Pepper shrugged, smiling at Tony. “Nothing much.” She said and turned towards you again, clearly hiding something.

“What are you hiding from me?” You asked while narrowing your eyes jokingly. “You can trust me! I’m your best friend. C'mon, what’s going on?”

Pepper turned to Tony again and raised her brow. Tony nodded and kissed the side of her head. You looked at them in confusion and started filling your glass again. Pepper looked at you, trying to stop herself from smiling as she laced her fingers with Tony’s. “We, uhm…” She started, still hesitating to tell you. “We’ve talked about… having a baby.” Pepper finally said, making you almost spill your drink.

You cursed silently under your breath and turned to look at the two in surprise. “A baby?” You asked, seeing them nod. “That’s a big step to take.” You stated, checking if any droplets of your beverage had tainted any furniture. “I’m so happy for you!” You said and turned your attention fully back to them.

The smile your lips had harbored quickly disappeared as you saw your friend frown. You sent Tony a questioning look and saw him looking at Pepper with sad eyes. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

Pepper shook her head, looking back at you. She opened her mouth to say something but was quick to close it, not knowing how to break the news to you. Tony placed his hand on Pepper’s thigh, comforting her.

“Pepper?” You asked quietly, carefully.

She glanced down at Tony’s hand on her thigh and looked back at you with a slightly scared look on her face. “I can’t carry a child.”

You were quick to lower the glass that you were just about to take a sip from and circled the coffee table, sitting on the couch beside her. You looked at her, seeing a sad smile on her face as her gaze fell on her lap. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper. “How long have you known?”

“Long enough that I’ve learned to live with it.” She said as you pulled away. “I’ve known for months now, it’s okay, really. There are other ways to have a child.”

You nodded along as she spoke, your hand rubbing her back soothingly as you looked to Tony, seeing almost unnoticeable frown on his face. It was clear that they both had had some time to get used to the fact that Pepper is incapable of carrying a baby.

“So have you planned on how…?” You asked carefully, not wanting to pry or upset them in any way.

“Well,” Tony spoke up, making Pepper turn towards him. “We talked about adoption but we also found out that it’s still possible to genetically create a baby from her eggs and my sperm, so then we talked about surrogacy.”

“And you prefer the latter option?”

Tony nodded while looking at Pepper. “Who wouldn’t want another Stark in this world?”

“I think one’s already enough.” You muttered and leaned over to grab your drink from the coffee table. “So you’re sure you want to go for surrogacy?”

“Pretty much.” Pepper said while nodding. “We just need to find a surrogate mother.” She continued and took Tony’s hand in hers. “It could take up to two years if not more if we sign on with a surrogacy agency… That’s such a long wait.” She sighed, laying her head on Tony’s shoulder.

“I’ll do it.” You said without thinking.

Pepper’s head shot up from Tony’s shoulder and they both looked at you in surprise. “W-what?”

You found yourself feeling shocked by your own offer as well but shook it off quickly. “I’ll do it.” You repeated. “I’ll be the surrogate.”

“Alright, I think that’s enough of drinks for tonight.” Pepper laughed but stopped as she saw the look on your face. You were being serious.

“Are you sure?” Tony asked with her brows raised. “Y/N, you know you don’t have t—”

“I want to.” You interrupted him. “I can see that you two are struggling with this situation and I don’t want you guys having to wait so long to have a baby since you want one so badly.”

Pepper looked at you in awe and Tony’s eyes welled up with tears. “Are you serious? You better not be joking or I swear—”

“I’m absolutely one hundred percent serious.” You said as a smile made its way to your lips. Pepper threw her arms around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“You’re the greatest friend anyone could ever wish for.” She muttered. “I can’t believe you’d do this for us!”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that.” You said back and looked at Tony who was trying to hold back the tears.

You pulled away from Pepper, chuckling as you moved over to sit beside Tony and hugged him too.

“Thank you, Y/N. You really are the greatest friend anyone could ever have.” Tony said as he hugged you back. “Hopefully you won’t regret this tomorrow morning.”

“I won’t.” You promised.

The promise was kept.

Fortunately everything went perfectly, no problems with the embryos, no miscarriage, everything was going smoothly. You had gotten to the fifth month of your pregnancy and Tony and Pepper offered to let you live in the Stark Tower for the rest of the pregnancy. They wanted to be near the baby and make sure everything was going great.

Neither of them had told the others about having a baby. It was Tony’s idea. He wanted to see the surprised looks on his teammates faces. Nobody even knew you were going to live with them for at least the following four months.

You held your stomach while you stepped out of the car that dropped you off at the Tower. You saw Tony standing by the door, opening his arms to invite you in for a hug. You accepted the hug and he leaned in, pulling back slightly as he looked down at your stomach. “I’m not hurting you or the baby, am I?” He asked.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, Tony. You’re not.” You said and pulled him in for a hug again. “Where’s Pepper?”

“Hard at work.”

You nodded and the two of you headed inside. “So how’s everything?” Tony asked you.

You smiled while looking down at your stomach. “Everything’s perfect.” You told him. “No mishaps or anything.”

Tony smiled, relieved. He lead you to the elevator. He pressed a button and soon the doors opened on the floor that was your destination. He showed you the way to the common room of that floor and told you to just relax and maybe get to know your surroundings if you wanted to.

You decided to just take seat in the common room. Nobody else was around so you just decided to lie down and maybe take a nap since you were feeling pretty tired from having the baby kicking your stomach all night, barely letting you sleep.

You heard someone coming and opened one of your eyes to see Steve Rogers nearing you, not looking up from the ground as he talked to someone on the phone. You quickly sat up and looked at him, waiting for him to lift his gaze and see you but he didn’t. You waited until he was done with the phone call to clear your throat and finally make him look up, seeing you sitting on the couch.

“Oh…” He sighed in surprise. “Hello.”

“Hi.” You said back.

You chuckled after a moment of silence at the awkward silence between you two and you decided to introduce yourself. “I’m Y/N.” You said.

“Steve. Steve Rogers.” He replied and walked up to you, extending his hand for you to shake it.

You tried to push yourself off the couch and failed the first time which lead Steve to ask if you needed any help. You shrugged his offer off, as sweet as it was, and stood up yourself, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You said politely.

“Likewise.” Steve replied with a small smile. “So… You’re…” He started while looking down at you.

“Pregnant. Yes.” You said while running your palm over the bump. “I’m on my fifth month.”

“Does the father work here, for us?” He asked. “For Tony, possibly?”

You tried to prevent the smile from growing on your face and bit your tongue before speaking up. “No, Tony Stark is the father.”

Steve’s eyes widened and he took a step back, looking at you with surprise. “Tony?” He asked firmly. “But… He’s…”

“With Pepper, yes, I know. She’s my best friend.”

Poor Steve was so shocked and confused. He looked around the room as if he could have found the answers to the millions of questions flooding his mind. You felt kind of bad for not explaining it further but you also found his reaction quite amusing.

“Hey, Y/N.” You heard Pepper come from behind you. “It’s so glad to have you here.” She said and pulled you in for a hug. “How’s the baby?”

You took a quick look at Steve and saw that his gaze was switching between the two of you. The poor guy was so incredibly confused.

“The baby’s doing great!”

“Did Tony show you your room, yet?”

“Your room?” Steve asked. “You’re coming to live here?”

Pepper seemed to pick up on Steve’s confusion and turned to you. “Steve can show you your room.” She said and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You can maybe explain this baby situation to him.” She said with a slightly warning tone in her voice.

“I-I don’t know where her room is.”

“It’s the empty one on this floor .” Pepper said and hugged you quickly before excusing herself to get back to work.

“Well,” You sighed and turned to Steve. “I guess I have some explaining to do.”

Your life at the tower was very pleasant. You got along with the team very well and they were all very supportive of your decision on being a surrogate mother for Tony and Pepper, especially Steve. Steve was very supportive. If anyone had something negative to say about the surrogacy, Steve was there to defend you and say how incredibly selfless and how great of a friend you were for doing it.

Steve was someone you got along with very well. Sure, you got along with the other members of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes but you and Steve had grown very close. There had been some flirting back and forth but neither of you had taken the step to initiate anything further in whatever what was going on between the two of you.

Before your mind got the chance to wander and make you think of all the different reasons why your relationship with Steve hadn’t escalated to anything more than flirting, you placed a hand on your stomach and let out a grunt, gaining Steve’s attention. He looked at you and saw the discomfort you were showing on your face and saw the hand that you were holding your stomach with, making it clear to him that you felt pain. “What’s wrong?” He asked, brows furrowing in concern.

“Nothing, just a little contraction.” You said with a dismissive wave of your hand.

“Contraction?” Steve asked, brows shooting upwards. “Contraction?” He repeated, making sure he heard you correctly. As you nodded, he shot up from his seat. He walked over to you and pulled you up from the couch, surprising you. “We need to get you to the hospital!” He said hurriedly and started leading you towards the elevator. “FRIDAY, let Tony know—”

“Wait, Steve!” You yelled out and placed a hand on his chest. He stopped abruptly and turned to look at you with worry still evident on his facial features. “It’s false labor. The doctor said this could happen towards the end of the pregnancy. Everything’s okay.” You told him with a small smile on your lips. “There’s no need to worry. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Absolutely sure? He asked, his face softening as he realized there was nothing bad happening. He brought his hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it as his gaze fell to the floor. "I’m sorry…” He apologized in embarrassment.

You shrugged. “No need to be sorry. It’s actually kind of sweet how worried you are about the baby.” You said with a shy smile.

Steve let out an embarrassed chuckle. “It’s not the baby that I’m worried about.” He muttered out. “I mean, the baby is not the only one… Of course I’m worried… I mean—”

“Steve, I get it.” You said with a laugh and patted his chest. “It’s… sweet.” You admitted, moving your hand up to his shoulder before running your fingers softly down his arm. Your hand absentmindedly wrapped around his bicep and you let out a sigh.

You heard Steve clearing his throat and you quickly pulled your hand away and looked away in embarrassment. Before you could open your mouth to apologize you heard Tony call out for you. You turned back to Steve and excused yourself before going over to Tony. “What’s up?”

Tony sent you a knowing smile and glanced back at Steve whose face was a bit red from blushing. “Seriously, it’s painfully obvious that you two have a thing for each other.” He said and turned back to you. “I’m fine if you two go on a date or something but you’re not allowed to enjoy his Capsicle while you’re carrying my child, you hear me?” He asked with a warning tone.

“Nothing’s going to happen!” You assured him. “And ’his Capsicle’?” You asked. “Way to make the most of an overused nickname.”

Tony nodded. “Anyway, the thing that I needed to talk to you about is that I’m planning on a little surprise for Pepper. She’s very busy at the moment but she’s also worried about us not being ready for the baby, so I was thinking I should start on the room for the baby but I’m afraid I’ll go too far and she won’t like it, so… I was just wondering if you’d want to help me?” He asked hopefully. “I mean all you do is sit around all day, you don’t have much to do.”

“Excuse me, I do not sit around all day doing nothing!”

“Oh, yes, of course… You also fawn over Cap over there—Ouch!” He whined as you hit his arm. “Alright, alright.” He muttered, lifting his hands up in mock defense. “Will you help me, please?”

“Of course I’ll help you.”

“That’s great. Thank you, Y/N.” He said before heading away. “You know, when we start bringing all the heavy stuff like the crib and all, maybe we can call Steve to help us. I’m sure you would love to—”

“Shut it, Stark!” You hissed and looked behind you, afraid that Steve overheard what Tony said.

Tony just continued his way with a small scoff and you walked back to Steve, seeing him raising his brow, asking what Tony wanted.

“He’s planning on a surprise for Pepper. He’s going to be decorating the baby room for her.”

Steve nodded, “That’s nice of him.” He said and you agreed. “Wanna bet that kid has a more expensive room than our rooms combined?”

“Yeah, and two rooms, actually. One here, one back at the mansion they mostly live in. And hey, how do you know the furniture in my room isn’t worth a lot?” You challenged with a cocked brow.

He shrugged, “Haven’t seen your bedroom.” He said and smirked. “Maybe I should drop by sometime, see it for myself.”

“Oh, my…” You laughed. “That’s very forward of you.”

Steve’s smirk faltered and he harbored a panicked look on his face. “I’m sorry, was it too much? I didn’t mean to—”

“No, it’s good.” You assured him. “Your flirting’s getting better.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

You two looked at each other for a moment before you both started laughing.

“Do you want something to eat?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I’m starving.” You said and yelped as you felt the baby kick. “Oh, this one agrees.” You chuckled. The kicks continued and you invited Steve to feel the baby. He seemed hesitant at first but when you told him the baby would probably stop soon, he carefully laid his hand on your stomach. He had a small smile on his lips as he felt the kicks against his palm. Steve’s face was very close to yours and you took a close look of his eyes. They were fixated on your belly as he held his hand over your bump. You noticed how long his beautiful lashes were and fought the urge to run the pad of your thumb on them and feel the feathery touch.

“This is amazing.” You heard him whisper.

“It is.” You smiled and looked down at his hand that was still on your stomach.

Sitting in the living room while watching TV, you felt a contraction hit you but a lot different than what you’d had before. The pain hadn’t started from your lower abdomen as it usually did, this time the pain had started from your lower back which you had just shaken off, tried to change your position to make the pain stop but it had now wrapped up around your abdomen. The pain was worse than it had been before and you grunted loudly. You decided to ignore it and change positions every once in a while to relief the pain.

After a while you made a move to sit up you felt water leaking down your thighs onto the couch and that’s when you realized you were actually giving birth. Your water had just broken. It was no false labor anymore.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you let Tony and Pepper know that their child is possibly on its way?” You asked, biting down the moans of pain that were threatening to escape your mouth.

“They’re quite busy, Miss. They asked not to be distu—”

You let out a sound close to a sound a cow would make while in pain. You grabbed the backrest of the couch while kneeling on the soft cushion, breathing heavily.

“I’ll inform them right away, Miss.” The artificial intelligence said after hearing how much of an immense pain you were feeling.

You heard someone coming in the room and you looked up to see Steve standing at the doorway, taking in your pained form. He was quick to walk over to you and help you off the couch. He let you squeeze his hand as you felt another contraction coming. He held you up as you held onto his arms while groaning in pain. “They keep getting worse.�� You hissed and released your grip from him. “I need Tony and Pepper here now.”

“We’re here, we’re here!” You heard Pepper yell out as she and Tony made their way to you. “How long apart are the contractions?”

“I don’t know.” You say honestly, shrugging. “But they’re pretty frequent already.” You said only to have another contraction hit you.

“We have to get you to the hospital.” Tony said as he placed a hand on your back, taking one of your hands in his for you to squeeze if you needed to. “Are you coming?” He asked Steve.

The blonde man shot you a look, wondering if he should go or not.

“We need an answer now, Steve!” Tony said impatiently.

“Okay, I’ll come!” Steve said and followed the three of you out. He grabbed you as Tony yelled out in pain from how hard you were squeezing his hand. He lead you to the elevator only to realize it for the first time in so long, it was malfunctioning. He cursed under his breath and picked you up with no difficulty and started carrying you down the stairs with Tony and Pepper hot on his heels. He carried you to one of Stark’s cars and climbed in as well, waiting for Pepper and Tony to get in the front seat. Tony was quick to pull out of the garage and start driving towards the nearest hospital.

“We’ll be at the hospital soon just hold on.” Tony said as he sped up.

“It’s really not my call, Tony!” You yelled out as you slumped back on the seat, holding your stomach in pain. “Just get me to the hospital before I give birth in this car.”

Pepper turned to look at you from the front seat and told you to copy her breathing while Tony continued to drive you to the hospital. Steve had no idea what to do. All he could do was hold your hand and let you squeeze it as hard as you needed to.

You got to the hospital quickly and Tony and Steve both helped you out of the car and started walking you to the front desk. Pepper talked to the woman behind the desk and they wheeled you to a private room. The doctor did some checkups on you and told you that you weren’t quite ready to give birth yet.

You sat up on the hospital bed and placed a hand over your forehead, looking back at Steve and the parents-to-be. “God, I hope this will end soon.”

“You’re doing amazing, Y/N.” Pepper said and ran her hand over your head. “I am so grateful that you’re doing this to us, you have no idea.”

You smiled and took her hand in yours, giving it a small squeeze. The squeeze intensified as another contraction hit you and Pepper let out a painful whimper which made Steve to take her place.

“I’m sorry for treating you like a squeeze toy.” You said to Steve and let go of his hand.

He chuckled. “It’s okay, really.” He said and smiled down at you. “It’s the least I can do at this point.”

You couldn’t help but smile as well as you looked up at the blonde man. “Thank you, Steve. For everything. And thank you,” you said as you grabbed Tony’s and Pepper’s hand in yours, “Thank you for—”

“We should be the ones thanking you.” Tony said, squeezing your hand. “Thank you for carrying our child for the past nine months. I know it hasn’t been easy but I promise—”

Tony and Pepper both erupted into yelps of pain as they felt you squeezing their hands hard. They both pulled away and Tony pushed Steve to your side again, letting you grab the super soldier’s hand once again. “Thank, God, you’re here.” Tony muttered as he looked at Steve who wasn’t at all fazed by your tight grip. “She’d break our bones if we had to hold her hand every time she has a contraction.”

“I’ll break a lot more than your hand if you don’t shut up, you—” You stopped talking as you heard the door opening and the doctor coming in. He checked you again and told you that you were ready to be wheeled in the delivery room.

“Y/N, I want to tell you how much I admire you for doing this.” Steve said and you smiled as you were wheeled away. “I actually would like to take you to dinner to—”

“Really, Steve?” You asked. “Are you asking me out while I’m in labor?”

Steve’s face fell. “So… You don’t want to?”

“No, I’d love to!” You said quickly. “Just the timing is a little—” You were once again cut off by a contraction. “This baby wants out of here.”

“Steve, call the team! I can’t wait to show off the little Stark!” Tony yelled out as they continued wheeling you away.

During the next couple of months, visiting the tower became a regular thing for you. Nobody really minded, you had lived there for months while you were pregnant and had become friends with the Avengers. You were in good terms with each of them, some better than others.

You walked over to the lab where you knew Pepper and Tony were at the moment and knocked on the door before stepping in. Pepper was quick to greet you with a hug and you walked over to Tony to give him a quick hug as well. “It’s so great to see you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. “I was here only few days ago.”

“Yeah, but you only seem to be spending time with someone else.” Tony said and nodded at the door.

You turned around to see Steve stepping inside the lab. You smiled widely and waited for him to reach you before you laid a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips. “Hey, you.” You said quietly as your smile widened.

“Ready for lunch?”

The two of you had started dating a while after you gave birth to Tony and Pepper’s child. First it was a little dinner date and a few after that before the two of you started meeting for lunch during the day, after a while you made your relationship official.

“Yeah, I just want to say hi to the little one.” You said and turned to Tony and Pepper, clasping your hands together.

“Yeah, in a minute.” Tony said and pressed a button on his phone. Your brows furrowed and you heard the door opening behind you, seeing a stroller coming in the room on its own and stopping right in front of you. You stared down at the stroller before looking up at Tony. “Really? Do you understand how dangerous a malfunction on this thing could be?” You asked and turned back to the stroller. “Hey, princess.” You cooed as you lifted Tesla up from the stroller. “How are you doing?” You asked as you bounced her slightly.

Tesla had her fingers in her mouth as she looked at you. You wiggled your fingers at her and she made a move to grab one of your fingers in her chubby hand. You smiled down at her and she let out a small giggle which made you sigh happily and cradle her to your chest. “She’s so adorable.” You said and turned to Tony and Pepper.

“Isn’t she?” Pepper asked, smiling fondly.

“Now, listen to me.” You said and placed your hands under Tesla’s arms, looking into her brown eyes, similar to her father’s. “I know you have all these other cool people around you, living under the same roof as Avengers and all… But remember that you lived in me, so I’m going to be your favorite person in the world, after your parents of course.” You told her, hearing others laugh at you. “Also, I bring you all kinds of cool stuff.” You said and looked at Steve, gesturing to the bag on the table next to him. He picked it up and took out a little light pink hooded cardigan. “Isn’t it adorable?”

Steve put the little cardigan on Tesla and you turned to Tony and Pepper with a huge smile on your face, seeing how adorable their daughter looked in it. You saw both of them smile at their daughter and you handed her to Tony who placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, holding her securely to his chest. You turned to Steve and took his hand in yours. “Well, it’s time for lunch.”

“You want to take Tesla with you? She could use some outing and if you babysat her for like an hour or two that would help us a lot.”

“Is it okay with you?” You asked Steve, seeing him shrug. “Okay, sure!”

“Great. Some babysitting will be a great experience for your future kids.” Tony teased.

“We’ve only been together for a few months, Tony.” You scolded and took his daughter from her, holding her on your hip.

“Yeah, but this one has been in love with you ever since you came to live in the tower.” He said and motioned at Steve whose cheeks flushed red. You saw Pepper nudge Tony’s side and send him a warning glare and you turned to Steve, grazing your fingers on the back of his hand, smiling at him. He returned the smile only his was a slightly embarrassed one.

“Okay, we’re going to leave before you make things more uncomfortable.” You said with a chuckle. You were just about to place Tesla back in the stroller but you decided against it. “Yeah, I don’t trust that thing.” You said and shook your head, grabbing Steve’s hand and heading out of the door. “I’d rather carry her everywhere than put her on that death trap.”

You heard Tony scoff from behind you but you ignored him and continued your way out. Steve grabbed the diaper bag that was under the stroller and you yelled out your goodbyes as you walked out of the door. You turned to Steve who looked to be deep in thought. You nudged his shoulder and he sighed before telling you what was on his mind. “Do you… Do you think about having kids?”

“Way too early, Stevie.” You laughed.

“Thank, God.” He muttered out and you laughed once again.

“Just because Tony likes to tease about those things doesn’t mean it’s what we should be thinking about. It’s way too early.” You said and turned your attention to Tesla who had her hand on the collar of your shirt, pulling on it slightly. “We’re taking things slow and everything’s going good. We really don’t have to think about all that. But anyways…” You said and changed the subject. “Where do you want to have lunch?”

“Wherever, I don’t mind.” He said and sent you a small smile, glancing down at Tesla who was looking around at the objects as you passed them by. He tickled her side and made some silly faces at her which made her giggle, making you smile as well.

Looking at Steve interacting with Tesla made you think about what he had asked you before, if you thought about having kids. Of course it was way too early to talk about all that with Steve, your boyfriend of few months but… If you were to have kids, you’d be happy to have his kids.

When Steve looked up at you, you turned your attention on Tesla as well and he thought about the possibility of having kids. He thought the same about you. If he were to have kids, he’d be happy to have children with you.

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