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lovelyavengers · an hour ago
hey there i have a request for the spring ficlets, misc6 for Howard Stark but can it be Peggy saying that to him like no y/n just I dunno Howard and Peggy on a mini mission and hes just being his stupid genius self or maybe Peggy is on a mission to help a drunken Howard who somehow gets his foot stuck in a toilet and she says that to him
i loved this idea! thank you for sending it in 💕
words: 819
prompt: “Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”
Mission Status: Chaos
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Peggy wasn’t supposed to be in the field for this mission, but apparently Howard didn’t know how to go to a party and not drink.  This was supposed to be easy, Howard would get whatever information he could about the remaining members of the council of nine, and then he was going to leave. But as the night went on, it became increasingly obvious that it waa going to be a lot more difficult than that.
The biggest issue was that Howard didn’t exactly hold back on the champagne, and he didn’t exactly have the highest tolerance for alcohol. So Peggy found herself slipping into the party and hoping no one noticed her, just to get Howard out of there before things went really wrong.
“Hey Peg!” he said when she approached him, downing the last of yet another glass of champagne. “What’s up?”
He seemed to have forgotten the mission objective completely, and Peggy furrowed her eyebrows. “Have you gotten any information about the Council of Nine yet?” she asked as she pulled him aside from the other guests. He didn’t even have to speak for Peggy to know the answer to her question, the confused look he gave her was enough. “Come on, I’m going to take you home.”
“But I’m not done partying yet,” Howard said, slurring his words ever-so-slightly.  “Come on Peg, let’s dance.”
Peggy didn’t even have a chance to argue, because Howard had dragged her out onto the dance floor and was drunkenly swaying back and forth. She knew that he was a good dancer when he was sober, but apparently that wasn’t a skill that he retained when he was drunk, because they had been dancing (if you could even call it that) for less than two minutes and he had already stepped on her feet twice. After a while, Peggy finally decided that she had enough. She could hear Daniel laughing at her through the earpiece she was wearing, the glasses that Jarvis had originally used when they were trying to get the Zero Matter sample from Whitney. “Come on Howard, we have to go.”
Luckily for Peggy, he put up minimal resistance, and she managed to drag him out to the van. When the door was closed and everyone was sitting, Daniel pulled away from the venue and started to drive back to the SSR. “I’ll drive him back to his house and then I’ll meet you at home,” she told Daniel when they arrived.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Jarvis and Ana are out at the ballet tonight, but they should be back soon, if they’re not already home.”
“Alright,” he said. “But call me if you need anything, okay?”
They split with a quick kiss on the lips, and Peggy now had to get a very drunk Howard Stark in the back of his car so she could drive him home. And if that wasn’t difficult enough, he was babbling incoherently the entire time. By the time they finally made it back to Howard’s mansion, the alcohol had thankfully worn off a little, and Howard was able to stumble up the driveway and into the house by himself.  Peggy didn’t see Jarvis' car, so she decided to stay there until they returned, because she didn’t trust Howard to not burn his own house down, even if he was starting to sober up.
And that was definitely a good choice on her part, because she had barely sat down when she heard a loud crash and muffled swearing.  “Howard?” she called out, not sure what was going on.
“I’m in here!” his voice came from the bathroom, and Peggy almost didn’t want to open the door just in case she saw something she didn’t want to, but she knew she had to. Thankfully Howard was fully clothed, but the sight she was met with only left her with more questions. “Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?”
He hesitated before answering. “Maybe.”
“Do I even want to know?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“Probably not.”
“You know what, you’re probably right.”
The rest of the evening went by in a blur, and Peggy was glad when Jarvis and Ana walked in. She told them what happened and Jarvis promised he would handle Howard. He also urged Peggy to go home and go to bed, because he could tell she was tired.  On another day Peggy might have argued, but this time she was just too tired to.  
When she finally got back to her own house, Daniel was still awake. They slipped into bed together, and the lights went out almost immediately. Just before Peggy started to fall asleep, she heard Daniel’s voice. “How was everything with Howard?”
“You don’t want to know.”
He didn’t answer, but she could hear him chuckle to himself as she drifted off to dreamland.
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · 3 days ago
Carol Danvers/Reader
words: 644
prompts: "nobody's seen you in days" & "can you shut up for once in your life"
This was part of the collection of ficlet requests I took a little while ago, and it was requested by @achromaticerebus
carol danvers masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist
There was a knock at your door, and you didn’t know if you should even answer it. But you did, and you were shocked to see her standing in your doorway. “Carol?” you asked, a dumbfounded look on your face.
“Can I come in?” she asked sheepishly.
“Where have you been?” you asked as you stepped aside and allowed her in. “Nobody’s seen you in days.”
“I had to get my head straight,” she said. “And I need to apologize to you.”
It had all started about a week earlier, and you were at a bar with Carol and Maria. You were definitely tipsy, and they were both right there with you. Your apartment was a short walk away, so you weren’t paying too much attention to how much you were drinking.
You didn’t even remember how it started, but you had kissed Carol in the bathroom of the bar, and one thing led to another. It wasn’t the first time this had happened either. You could barely keep your hands off each other as you stumbled up to your apartment, the troubles of the day long forgotten. But when you woke up the next morning with an empty bed and a splitting headache, things changed.
You walked out of the room right as she was sneaking out the front door. “Where are you going?” you asked as her hand hovered over the knob.
“Y/N, I can’t do this,” she said, turning back to face you.  “It can’t happen again.”
“You say that every time, and every time it does,” you said, and you had to fight to keep your voice down.  “So when are you going to actually confront your feelings instead of burying them like a child?”
“Can you shut up for once in your life?” she burst out, and that cut deep. “I already told you, this can’t happen again. It was a mistake, a lapse of judgement on my part, and trust me, I already regret it.” You didn’t even have time to answer, because she was already out the door, leaving you standing in your empty apartment.
“I don’t know if I should forgive you,” you said softly, as the two of you stared at each other.
“I know,” she said. “And I wasn’t even sure if I should come back, but I had to make things right between us. If you never want to see me again I understand, but you deserve an apology for the terrible things I said to you, and for that I’m sorry Y/N.”
“Why did you say them?”
Your question caught her by surprise, probably because she expected you to kick her out of your apartment without another word.  She hesitated before she spoke. “I was afraid of the feelings I was growing for you. I still am afraid, but I know now that the only way to get over that fear is to actually allow myself to be happy, and you make me happy. I hate what I said to you, how I made you feel when I left, because you’ve been nothing but supportive to me and I just took that for granted. I want to be with you, if you’re willing to give us a shot.”
You didn’t know what to say. Part of you felt the same fears she did, but there was another part of you that wanted nothing more than to be with her. “I want to give us a shot too,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
She took a few steps forward and wrapped you in a hug.  You missed the feeling of her arms around you, and you melted into her embrace. “Let’s promise to not hurt each other again,” she said as she let go.  
“Yeah,” you agreed.  “Because it hurts too much to fight with you.”
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · 6 days ago
fluff prompt 13 with Sam Wilson please?
i love this prompt and i love sam! thank you 💕
words: 921
prompt: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
Killer Smile
sam wilson masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist
You had your head down when you heard the door to your office open, so you didn’t know who had just walked in until you heard someone speak. “Good morning Y/N!” Sam said, and you looked up from your computer just in time to see him set a brown paper bag and styrofoam cup on your desk.
“Is that what I think it is?” you asked, but you already knew the answer because you could smell it from the minute he walked in.
“If you think it’s a fresh everything bagel and a cup of the best coffee in the city you are right,” he said, shooting you a smile that might have made you fall over if you weren’t already sitting down. “I wasn’t even going to bother and ask if you ate this morning, so I picked up your favorite.”
You opened up the bag and unwrapped the bagel, and it was still warm to the touch. You and Sam both loved this tiny bagel shop in the city, but it was a little out of the way so you didn’t go there often. And Sam knew that you often didn’t eat before coming into work (something he often scolded you about), so he would occasionally stop by with coffee or something.  
You worked in the public relations department for the Avengers, so you were on pretty good terms with all the members of the team, but you saw Sam the most by far.  He was the one that stopped by to see you most often, even when you didn’t have meetings. And you would never admit it to the rest of the team, but he was your favorite.  Natasha was a close second, but nothing could match the feeling of joy you felt whenever you saw Sam walk through your office door. Those feelings were crossing the border of attraction, a voice in your head kept telling you, but you were conveniently ignoring that. There was no way he felt the same way anyway, so what was the point getting your hopes up?
You were already having a bad day, so you didn’t expect the knock at your door to be anything special. “Come in,” you called, trying not to sound defeated, but you could hear the preppiness gone from your voice.
“Special delivery,” you heard Sam say, and you looked up just as he placed a cup on your desk.  “They were giving out free hot chocolate at our meeting, so I wanted to bring you a cup.”
“They serve snacks at Avengers meetings?” you asked as you took a sip.
“Not all the time, but yeah,” he said. “I think it started as a way to bribe Tony to be on time, but now everyone looks forward to it.”
“I should see if they could do that at some of our meetings,” you said. “Maybe people would actually pay attention if they knew there was free food.”
“Speaking of food-” Sam started to say, but then was interrupted when there was a knock on the open door and Bucky popped his head in.
“Steve wants to know if you’re driving with us back, or if you’re too busy flirting with Y/N,” he said, and your brain stopped working when you heard that.
“Tell Steve I’m going to kill him,” Sam said, turning back to face Bucky.
“Noted. So are you coming or not?”
“I’ll meet you guys back there.”
“So you’re flirting, got it. I’ll let Steve know.”
“Barnes, I’ll kill you too!” Sam said as Bucky backed out of the doorway
“You know that couldn’t happen!” Bucky called back, voice echoing through the hall.
Sam turned back to you. “I’m so sorry about him.”
“That’s okay,” you said, making a conscious decision not to address the elephant in the room: Bucky’s declaration that Sam was flirting with you. You weren’t willing to go through the embarrassment of that just being a joke, but at the same time there was a piece of you that desperately wished Bucky was just telling the truth. “Do you need to go?”
“No, I’ll just get a cab or something later,” he said. “I was actually wondering if you would want to go to lunch with me, because when I knocked on your door it sounded like you needed something to cheer you up.”
“I definitely need to get out of this office,” you said. “Did you have any place in mind?”
The two of you ended up at a small bistro a few blocks from your office building, and it was a much needed change for the terrible day you’d been having. But at the same time, there was a nagging feeling in your brain, one that wouldn’t let Bucky’s words go. When he reached out and took your hand after the waitress took your order, that’s when you couldn’t hold it in any more. “Are you flirting with me?” you blurted out.
Your confusion only grew when he started laughing. “You finally noticed?”
“Well,” you said, trying to find the words. “I didn’t want to make the wrong assumption.”
“Y/N, Bucky practically shouted it off the rooftops today.”
“I know, but-”
“Yes, I was flirting with you,” he said.  “And I’d very much like for this to be a date, if you would as well.”
“Yes, really.”
“Then yes,” you said, smiling brightly at him. “This can be a date.”
“You know, I’m glad we’re finally on the same page about something.”
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · 8 days ago
some angie fluff please number 11 💕
hi! i hope you like it, i love angie so much 🥺
words: 690
prompt: “i think i’m in love with you”
When the Curtains are Drawn
angie martinelli masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist
When you told people that you worked on Broadway productions, they always assumed you were the star of the show. Once you explained to them that you ran the action behind the scenes, you could see some of the excitement on their face die out. But you loved what you did, and you knew that the show-stopping productions that the theater put on would be nothing without the people who helped everything run smoothly behind the curtain.
There was no fame in wearing all black and shuffling props across the stage between scenes, and that was fine with you. While you had never actually performed a show, you knew that if you did nerves and stage fright would be your biggest adversaries. You would sometimes learn parts accidentally, simply because you heard the lines day in and day out, but you definitely couldn’t perform. Your roommate however, was born for the stage. She commanded attention whenever she spoke, and she was such a good actress that you sometimes worried that she was actually lying to you when you asked if she had taken the garbage out.
Angie worked at the same theater as you, so you spent much more time together than other roommates might. Neither of you really liked being apart from each other, and neither of you were ever found far from the other when you weren’t working. Even when the productions were going on, you found a way to spend time together, and Angie would sometimes help with the behind the scenes duties when she wasn’t needed on stage.
This was one of those times, when the two of you were sitting back and sorting through paperwork in the tiny office right next to the stage. It was one of the last dress rehearsals before the show opened, and you were getting more stressed by the minute.  This was one of the more difficult shows to stage, and even though everyone knew what they were doing and everything had gone well up to this point, you couldn’t help the twinge of nervousness you felt about opening night.
You thought you were hiding your anxiety well, but apparently that wasn’t true. “Y/N, I can tell you’re nervous, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m just nervous for opening night, that’s all.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, I promise,” she said. “Everything is going to be fine.”
“I know,” you said, looking down at the ground. “I just can’t help worrying, you know?”
So far, the show was going better than you could have ever imagined. The scenes went smoothly, everyone knew their lines, and the crowd was loving it. You watched from the wings of the stage as Angie danced and sang her heart out, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. Your feelings for your roommate were bordering on something much stronger than just friendship, but you didn’t want to admit that to her. The two of you had spent far too many nights discussing past girlfriends and you were definitely ignoring the fact that you spent a little too much time thinking about kissing her.
The rest of the show went by in a flash, and soon it was time for the cast to come out and take a bow. You watched from the wings with a smile as everyone poured onto the stage, smiling at the thundering applause from the audience. You caught Angie’s eye as she looked to her side, and then you watched as she stepped away from everyone else and walked right in your direction. She was standing next to you in seconds, taking your hand and pulling you out of view from everyone else on stage.  Her lips met yours, and you honestly thought you were dreaming. You couldn’t relish in the moment for too long though, because it was over in seconds. “I think I’m in love with you,” you heard yourself say.
Angie smiled brightly at you, her cheeks still flushed ever-so-slightly from the bright lights of the auditorium. “I would hope so, because I’m in love with you too.”
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · 11 days ago
eeee I'm excited for Rose! okay so request one: Rose Roberts fluff no. 1 or 2 could you decide which cuz I literally can't?? Request 2: Carol Danvers angst no.s 11 and 14. Thank youuuu
i’ll put the carol request on a separate post, so this is for rose :)
words: 672
prompt: “is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 
Chance Meeting
misc agent carter masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist
You stepped into the lobby of the Auerbach Theatrical Agency and almost stopped when you laid eyes on the beautiful woman at the reception desk. She looked bored and utterly uninterested in the man playing the accordion in front of her.  You knew this wasn’t a real talent agency, but Peggy had warned you this might happen when you arrived in LA. You waited for the accordion music to die off, and then the woman at the desk looked at you. “Can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m looking for Mr. Auerbach,” you said, hoping you were saying this right. “He should be expecting me.”
She offered you a smile before turning back to Accordian Man, who was waiting impatiently for a decision. “I’m sorry, you’re just not right for the Auerbach Theatrical Agency. Have a good day.” You waited as he dejectedly walked out the door.  Peggy had also told you about all the precautions the office took to not advertise themselves, and yet people still came out of the woodwork to try to get their big break. The woman picked up the phone, and you just waited as you listened to her end of the conversation. “What’s your name?” she eventually asked you, holding her hand over the receiver.
“Y/N L/N,” you said. “I work for Howard Stark, and I’m pretty sure they know I’m coming.”
Once she had confirmed with the chief that you were actually supposed to be there, she led you through the maze of filing cabinets.  You had been to the office before, on a late night to pick up something from Peggy, but you elected not to tell her that you knew which cabinet was the door. She was kind and beautiful, and you wanted to spend more time with her.
When you got to the bullpen, the door to the chief’s office was open, so you walked right in.  “Y/N!” Peggy said as she got up to give you a hug.  “How is everything back in New York?”
“Good,” you said. “Howard offered me a permanent job out here, and I think I’m going to take it.” You worked public relations for Howard, and he had kept that office in New York when he moved to LA, but he had recently told you he was thinking of moving everything out to the west coast because he liked it so much.
“That’s wonderful! Then we can see you here more often,” Peggy said.
You were helping the SSR with a case, so after filling you in on the situation and giving you all the files you’d need, you had to stop by Howard’s lab to do something for him too. Peggy walked you out, and you couldn’t help but watch the redhead you had met earlier when you got back into the lobby. There was no one trying their luck for fame this time, so Peggy got to introduce you - her name was Rose. You tried to act coy, because you weren’t sure if she even liked you yet, but you were suddenly very excited about the prospect of moving to LA permanently.
The door closed behind you and Peggy couldn’t help but notice that Rose was watching you rather intently through the window, and she could see a slight color on her cheeks. “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” Peggy asked, her eyebrows raised.
“No,” Rose answered, too quickly for Peggy’s liking, and she immediately knew what was going on with her.
“Ok, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing then,” she said as she started to walk back through the cabinets. “And just so you know, Y/N will be helping us with a case or two while she’s here, so you’ll probably see her around more often. Daniel says you don’t have to call in each time to let her through.”
Rose didn’t answer, and Peggy didn’t even have to look back at her to know she was blushing even harder than before.
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · 13 days ago
Can I request 12 from the fluff section with Finn?
of course!! it was fun to write for him for the first time!
words: 885
prompt: “he’s so pretty i think i’m gonna faint”
A Little Help From Poe
finn masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist
The second time you spoke, you had bowled him over in the hallway of the base. Your head was turned down to see what was on your datapad, thinking about a meeting you had to attend in a few minutes, and you definitely weren’t looking at where you were going. You had just walked past the doorway to his quarters as he was walking out, and the two of you crashed into each other. Overcome with embarrassment and worry, you didn’t even see who it was you had collided with until you had picked yourself off the floor. “I’m so sorry!” you said, and then you met his face. “Finn!”
You had just met Finn the previous day, and your heart nearly stopped when he smiled at you and shook your hand. It was already embarrassing enough that you forgot how to speak because you were too busy looking into his eyes, but now you crashed into him? At this rate, they would kick you out of the resistance if you didn’t get your act together.
“Y/N, it’s okay,” he smiled as he got up off the ground, but that didn’t make you feel any better about it. “Don’t worry about it, this has happened so many times, I really need to look where I’m going.”
“It’s my fault though,” you said. “If I was just looking where I was going-”
He reached out and put his hands on your shoulders, causing you to look up and meet his gaze. “Y/N. It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me. I promise.” You didn’t speak, nodding instead. You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t trust yourself to not do something else embarrassing.  “You’re probably worried about some meeting-” Finn said, and that’s when your eyes widened.
“I’m late to the meeting!” You took off down the hallway, much to his confusion, because when he said “meeting,” he didn’t expect that to be the answer. You didn’t even have time to wait around for his answer, but he shook his head and continued to where he was going.
When you stepped into the meeting room, no one really paid any attention to you, which you were definitely okay with. There was an open seat next to Poe, so you just sat down and tried to play any stares off like you were always there. A few minutes after you got there, Poe elbowed you lightly. “Why were you late?”
“I ran into Finn in the hallway outside his quarters. Literally ran into him, we were both on the floor,” you whispered, hoping he would let the subject go after that. Poe was aware of the crush you had on Finn, mainly because when he introduced the two of you he watched you become a stuttering mess.
“Did you tell him how you felt yet?”
“Shut up.”
Poe did not, in fact, shut up. “Why not?”
“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint. And we just met yesterday, it would be so weird.”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, he likes you too,” he whispered back. “So why don’t you just tell him how you feel and then you can be together?”
Thankfully you didn’t have to answer that, because Leia had caught onto the two of you. “Poe! Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of us?”
You watched his face drop, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “No,” he responded quietly.
“Okay, then you can bother Y/N after the meeting.”
When the meeting was finally over an hour later, you and Poe walked out together, and you wondered if he was planning something, because he had this look on his face you didn’t quite trust. And you quickly realized why he was looking at you like that, because Finn walked up to the two of you. “Hey guys.”
“Hey Finn, Y/N has something to tell you,” Poe said, and then just walked away from you.
You swore under your breath, because you were so going to kill him later.  “Is everything okay?” Finn looked worried.
“Everything’s fine!” you said quickly, still not sure what you were going to do.
“Then why did Poe say you had something to tell me?”
“Because he enjoys seeing me suffer,” you said under your breath.
“Because I like you, and he knows it, and he’s got himself convinced that you like me too, and he thinks that this is the best thing to do.” You just let it all out before you could stop yourself. “And I’m sorry that you’re being dragged into this, and-”
But he cut you off before you could continue. “Y/N I like you too.”
“I’m just sorry that this- wait, what?” you said, as his words finally dawned on you.
“I like you too, and you’re not the only one Poe’s been teasing about it.”
Before you could respond, you heard Poe shout from a distance. “HA! I TOLD YOU BOTH!”
“You want to go somewhere else and talk?” Finn asked you quietly. “Away from prying ears?”
You nodded, and he took your hand in his. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you may end up owing Poe a thank you after all.
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · 17 days ago
Oohhhh for your ficlet request thingie (idk what to call it lol) what about 1 from angst and 7 with Natasha Romanoff? Of course don't feel obligated to do it!
thank for sending this in! i hope you like it 💕
words: 795
prompts: “I can’t do anything right.” & “Please just kiss me already.”
Call My Bluff
natasha romanoff masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist
“Y/N, when are you ever going to admit that you’re in love with her?” Wanda asked as she took a sip of her coffee. The two of you were actually on an undercover mission to scout out potential HYDRA executives, but when you’re also sitting at a really nice cafe, it was easy to get distracted and off-topic.
“I’m not in love with her.”
She raised her eyebrows at you. “Keep telling yourself that. You’re going to have to admit to it one day.”
“No I’m not.”
“Why not?” Wanda asked, obviously exasperated. “She likes you too, you know.”
“Wanda, I can’t do anything right,” you said, looking her in the eye. “The fact that they haven’t kicked me off the team yet is astounding, and there is absolutely no way anyone pays any attention to me, let alone Natasha.”
“You’re difficult, you know that?”
Before you could answer, Tony’s voice came through your earpiece. “Wanda, Y/N, are we seeing anything?”
“Not yet,” Wanda reported.  “The meeting should be ending any time now, so hopefully we can get our eyes on everyone as they walk out.”
You and Wanda waited for a little while longer, and after what seemed like forever people finally started to trickle out of the building across the street. You took a sip of your drink and tried to act inconspicuous, but there was a growing feeling of worry in your stomach.  You looked over towards the men, and you locked eyes with one of them by accident. You hoped he didn’t recognize you, but you weren’t that lucky.  He took out his phone and typed something, and you knew everything was about to go wrong. Seconds later, the sound of a gunshot rang out through the street, and it took you a moment to realize it was you that had gotten shot. HYDRA must have been expecting some kind of reconnaissance, and they had snipers in place. Adrenaline was running through your body, and you looked down at your shoulder to see blood start to soak the shirt you were wearing, and your shoulder started to sting.  
This was definitely a first for you. You had been injured on missions before, but you had never gotten shot before. You didn’t hear another shot, so you hoped Wanda was okay. Moments later, the world started to go fuzzy. I thought I was stronger than this, you thought, feeling yourself slip completely from the world.
You didn’t know how long you had been asleep, but you awoke to the harsh lighting of the medical bay, and you immediately struggled to sit yourself up. No one else was in the room, but just as you managed to sit straight, the door opened. “Y/N, what on earth are you doing?”
It was Natasha who had spoken. She was holding a cup of coffee and she looked tired, like she hadn’t slept for days. “I just wanted to sit up,” you said. You hadn’t even registered the question of why she was here in the first place, since your brain was still a little fuzzy.
“You shouldn’t move around too much,” Natasha said, walking over to stand by your bedside. “It might pop your stitches.”
“I got stitches?”
“Yeah, Helen Cho was here, and she helped remove the bullet and stitch you back up. She’s gone now, but she left us instructions to take care of you. It was a really close shot, I - we were worried you might not wake up.”
You noticed her stumble over her words, and decided to push the topic a little. “You were worried about me?” you asked, feeling bolder than usual.
She hesitated before answering. “Y/N, I’m always worried about you. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if something happened to the person I loved and I wasn’t there to protect you.”
You desperately hoped you were reading this right, and you reached out weakly to take her hand. You could see the worry in her eyes as you spoke. “You love me?” She must not have even realized what she admitted too, because her eyes widened, and then she nodded slightly. “Really?” you asked.
“I’m sorry if I-” she started to say, but you squeezed her hand tighter, causing her to trail off halfway through.
“I love you too,” you said, and it felt like time stood still. You were staring into each other’s eyes, and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Maybe it was whatever the IV in your arm was giving you, but you felt a lot braver than you ever had before. “Please, just kiss me already,” you whispered, and you saw a smile cross her face.
You didn’t have to ask twice.
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · 22 days ago
Can I request “can we please stop running, I think I’m dying” with Bucky Barnes? -&
thank you for the prompt!! this is literally just tooth-rotting fluff :)
words: 1,076
prompt: “can we please stop running, i think i’m dying”
A Summer’s Day
bucky barnes masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist 
If someone told you a year ago when you first joined the Avengers that you would be on a picnic with the winter soldier, you wouldn’t have believed them. But here you were, sitting on a blanket and drinking lemonade with Bucky Barnes beside you. You both had found it hard to adjust to life as an Avenger when you first arrived, so you tended to gravitate towards each other. You had always loved the outdoors, and you would often take walks around the compound with him, talking about your favorite things and teaching Bucky about the modern world. You had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew most of the things you explained to him, but he let you talk and acted like they were all new. And as you spent more time together, you found yourself falling for him more every second.
Once he got comfortable with you, his presence was electric. You saw more and more of the charming lady killer of 1940’s Brooklyn, and although his smiles were rare, every one of them had the power to make your heart stop for a moment. Soon, you trusted him more than anyone else in the compound, and you wanted to do something special for him. You decided on a picnic because it was fairly private, but it also meant that you could just walk around together.
You enlisted Steve’s help for this, because if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. There was a park not too far from the compound, which was the perfect spot, because you could stay close in case something went wrong, but you were also far enough away from the prying eyes of the compound (aka Sam and Natasha). You were still nervous about how he would react, and you hoped that he liked it.
You stood in the kitchen, placing crackers and other snacks in the comically large picnic basket that sat on the island. A gingham patterned blanket lay folded on one of the chairs, and you had just closed the flaps of the basket when Bucky walked in. “What are you up to?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the basket in front of you.
“I thought today I would go on a picnic,” you said. “Would you like to join me?”
“Of course doll,” he said, shooting you a smile that made your knees weak for a moment.
The sun shone brightly above you as you and Bucky shared snacks and sat with each other on the blanket, sipping lemonade out of wine glasses that you grabbed from the cabinet.   There were a few clouds off in the distance, but other than that it was a perfect day.  “So,” you said as you popped a strawberry in your mouth. “Tell me a story.”
“What story do you want to hear?” he had an easy smile on his face, and he was staring at you as he learned back on his arm.
“I don’t know, something fun!”
He laughed and rolled his eyes, but he obliged. He told stories of him and Steve back in the 40’s, of all the times that he dragged the two of them to Coney Island just so they could go on the Cyclone but Steve always chickened out at the last moment, and how Steve finally agreed to it - but threw up immediately after they got off the ride. His joy was infectious, and soon the two of you were practically howling with laughter.
It seemed everything was going perfectly, until you felt a drop of water on your face. You looked up at the sky, and realized you hadn’t noticed the clouds get darker and closer, and now it was starting to drizzle. You and Bucky quickly threw the rest of the food into the picnic basket, and you had just shoved the blanket inside when it started to pour. Big time.
He grabbed your hand, and the two of you took off in the direction of the compound. It was only about a half mile away, but the rain was coming down harder. The weight of the picnic basket was weighing on your arm, and the swinging caused it to hit your side every once in a while.
You obviously didn’t have the stamina that Bucky had, because you weren’t a super soldier after all, so when the compound came into sight you were ready to cry with relief. “Can we please stop running?” you asked through heaving breaths. “I think I’m dying.”
“We’re so close Y/N, come on!”
“Bucky, I’ll be dead before we get there.”
“Oh stop being so dramatic,” he said jokingly, but he stopped and took the picnic basket from you anyway.
It was like time stopped for a moment. You were still standing in the pouring rain, but it almost didn’t register. All you could think about was the way Bucky was looking at you. “What are you staring at me for?” you asked, starting to catch your breath.
“Oh fuck it,” he muttered to himself, and then tilted your face up towards him, lowering his mouth down to yours. You immediately kissed back as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close to him. You never wanted it to end, but you had to break for air eventually. When you did, the smile on his face was enough to make you drop to the ground right there.
“What was that for?” you asked, your mind struggling to find the words to say. Rain was still pouring around you, and you both were completely soaked, but you didn’t care.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said.
“Kiss me or kiss someone in the rain?” you joked.
“Kiss you,” he said, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “The rain is just a plus to me.”
You were about to respond, before you heard a voice from above. “Hey lovebirds!” Sam shouted, and the two of you looked up to see him sticking his head through one of the second story windows. “You know you can come inside right? You can gaze at each other somewhere where it’s not raining too.”
Bucky rolled his eyes, and you laughed as you kissed him on the cheek and took his hand. “Come on,” you said, rain still pouring down around you. “I could use a cup of hot cocoa.”
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · 26 days ago
Hey! Could you write Misc #8: “But I’ve never told you that before.” with Dottie Underwood? Thank you if yes, and no worries if not! I'm really looking forward to reading all your ficlets :D
oh i love that prompt for her! i hope you like this, it’s kind of a mob au, but kind of not?
words: 804
prompt: “but I’ve never told you that before.”
dottie underwood masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist
You ran the city, and there wasn’t a person alive who would be willing to dispute that. Organized crime in Los Angeles wasn’t that hard to break into, and after your sister was killed in a hit and run car accident at 18, you quickly worked your way up through the ranks and eventually took over yourself. It wasn’t a walk in the park, but you managed to sweet-talk (and occasionally resort to more drastic measures) yourself to the top of the mob.
This work paid better too, because otherwise you would have been sitting in an office somewhere, consistently getting harassed and under-appreciated by your coworkers. And yeah, maybe you did have to kill a few people here and there, but for the quality of life you had? It wasn’t such a bad deal once you had gotten used to it.
Of course, you never did the killing yourself, and that’s how you were able to get away with things. You relied mostly on bounty hunters, people who were cheap, lawless, and willing to get blood on their hands. The best ones didn’t ask questions, they just did as they were asked and brought you back what you wanted.
Dottie Underwood was your favorite of the bounty hunters you worked with. She was efficient and easy to work with, and she never demanded more than she originally asked for. You couldn’t even keep track of how many times someone had tried to pull one over on you, even though you caught them every time. She was also the best, because she could get in and out of places quickly and quietly and no one was going to question a beautiful woman like her. You didn’t really know where she was from or where she was living, but you got the idea that she was running away from something, because she was always looking over her shoulder. You never knew about her past, but that didn’t matter. She was still the best in the business, and you needed the consistency. And after a while, you found yourself hoping that every knock on your office door would be Dottie, despite the fact that you had no current bounty for her to pick up.
One day that wish came true, despite the fact that it wasn’t exactly how you’d pictured it. You were in your office late in the night when there was an urgent knock at the door, and when you opened it you saw Dottie leaning against the door frame with one hand pressed to her abdomen. You could see tinges of red spread on the white blouse she was wearing, and you immediately knew something was wrong. “This was the closest place,” Dottie said hoarsely as you led her to the couch in your office and started gathering medical supplies to stop the bleeding.
You bandaged her up as quickly as you could, and when it was finally over, you let out a breath. “What happened?” you asked her.  
“I’ll be fine in a few minutes, and then I’ll be out of your way.”
“I wasn’t born yesterday you know,” you said. “If you don’t want to tell me what happened that’s fine, but you’re not leaving here until you’re healed.”
“I got into a shootout with some law enforcement,” she said.  “I got away from them, but I still got hit.”
“Why were they after you?”
Dottie hesitated before speaking again. “Because of my past, who I was before I decided to stay here and just live quietly. I became a bounty hunter because violence is one of the only skill sets I had, and if I tried to get a “normal” job I’d be carted off to jail in seconds when they realized who I was. But I’ve never told you that before, I’ve never told anyone before.”
Your heart broke for her, because you could see her steely gaze fall away and underneath it was a woman who just wanted to survive, someone who just wanted to live without people pulling her strings. “Come work for me full time,” you said suddenly. “You’ll never have to worry about any of that stuff again. I’ll make sure no law enforcement ever lays a finger on you. If you want to keep bounty-hunting you can, but if you want to give up that life there’s always something here for you. So what do you say Dottie? Care to make a deal with the devil of Los Angeles?”
Her face lit up with a small smile. “If there wasn’t a bullet hole in my stomach I’d kiss you.”
“How about you kiss me when you’re healed?” you said playfully, feeling bolder than you usually did.
“I’m holding you to that.”
You had to hide your smile as you left the room.
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · a month ago
Number 4 with Wanda?
hi! here it is, i hope you like it! This is my first Wanda fic 💕
words: 682
prompt: “sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie”
warnings: implied sexual content
wanda maximoff masterlist // spring ficlets masterlist
It was no secret that you stole clothes from every single person on the team. It didn’t matter who they were, their clothes had ended up in your hamper at least once since you moved into the compound. Sometimes it was by accident, but most of the time it wasn’t. You had shirts from Steve and Bucky, hoodies from Thor, and some articles of clothing that you didn’t even know who they came from. You were almost positive you even had some of Natasha’s socks.
The only person you could never manage to steal something from was Wanda, she watched over you like a hawk, and although you weren’t actually sure if she could read your mind or not, you didn’t really want to take the risk and accidentally let her in on an embarrassing secret. You had a sneaking suspicion that Wanda also stole clothes from the other members of the team, because you could definitely think of a few times where you wanted to wear a shirt or jacket and couldn’t find it for the life of you. So you decided to put her to the test.
You would “accidentally” leave your clothes out after you finished laundry, and just as you suspected, they would disappear. You didn’t think any of the guys would be the culprit, so that narrowed it down to Wanda or Natasha, and you got your answer when things were still disappearing when Natasha was away on missions.
And as much as all the evidence was pointing to Wanda, there was a piece of you that thought that it wasn’t, and that you just wanted it to be her. You and Wanda had an especially flirtatious relationship, and everyone always joked that the two of you were practically married, even though you weren’t even together. You fell asleep on the couch together, shared pretty much everything, and were always partnered up on missions. It was a little surprising that you could never successfully steal clothes from her, despite the fact that you spent so much time in her room. You joked with her constantly, and if you were being honest with yourself, you developed a little bit of a crush on her.
Things did change one night when you were the only two people left in the compound. Everyone else had either meetings or missions, and you had decided to order pizza and watch TV on the couch. You had just put two slices on your plate when you heard someone walk into the room. “Hey Wanda,” you said, closing the pizza box.
“Hey Y/N.”
“I got pizza for dinner since no one else is here if-”  You started to speak, but then you noticed what she was wearing. “Is that my hoodie?”
Wanda was silent for a few moments before answering. “No?”
You raised your eyebrows at her. “I knew you were stealing my clothes!”
“You’re worse than me you know!” she said. “Half of your closet comes from other people.”
“I was looking for that hoodie!”
“Sharing is caring you know.”
“Exactly, sharing is caring, now give me that hoodie!” At this point, the two of you were standing inches from each other, and your eyes kept darting to her lips. The tension was electric, and she must have been feeling the same way you were because she responded by looping her arms around your waist and pulling you closer. Seconds later her lips were on yours, and your brain stopped working.
You didn’t want to admit how many times you had dreamt about kissing Wanda, but this was so much better. When the two of you finally broke apart, you whined softly and she smiled at you. “Hoodie, off,” you practically growled as she pushed you up against the wall of the kitchen and kissed you again.
“How about we take this to your room then sweetheart?” she whispered in your ear, and your knees buckled as her breath ghosted over your skin. It was a good thing no one else was home, because you definitely weren’t quiet that night.
- the end -
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lovelyavengers · a month ago
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I took ficlet requests using this prompt list, and here are the final products! they’ll all be posted within the next week (there’s 2 still waiting to post)
These are also accessible from my masterlist, under the “drabbles/ficlets” section of each character.
Bucky Barnes - “is the cat wearing a onesie?” “uh, no?”
Wanda Maximoff - “sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie”
Dottie Underwood - “but i’ve never told you that before”
Bucky Barnes - “Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”
Natasha Romanoff - “I can’t do anything right.” // “Please just kiss me already.”
Finn - “he’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”
Rose Roberts - “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 
Angie Martinelli - “I think I’m in love with you.”
Sam Wilson - “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
Carol Danvers - “Nobody’s seen you in days.” // “Can you shut up for once in your life?”
Howard Stark & Peggy Carter (non xreader) - “Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”
Dottie Underwood - “Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”
Daniel Sousa - “he’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”
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lovelyavengers · a day ago
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this is just a little rundown of the tags i generally use on here and why i use those specific tags, and it will be linked on my pinned post 
general tags:
lovelyavengers-recs - fic recs. i’m too awkward to create a giant list of fic recs because i live in fear of tagging people i don’t know, so i use this super clear tag so people can go back and find them
tori rambles - my nonsensical thoughts that probably should have stayed in my brain
dumb posts by tori - tori rambles, but ramped up to 11. usually memes of my fics and/or absolute shitposts
tags with current value (temporary): 
tori’s500challenge - tag for all posts about my writing challenge, which is still going on. the tentative deadline is june 15th but i’ll probably extend it
spring ficlets 🌻 - tag for the collection of requests i took a while ago from a prompt list. you can find the spring ficlets masterlist here
independence day fic - fic tag for my jack thompson/reader mob au “independence day.” 
gunslinger fic - fic tag for my bucky barnes/reader mob au “gunslinger.” i tag for this and independence day because these fics are much more violent than what i usually write and i want to give people the option to filter if they need
trigger tags: 
for my fics, especially the more violent ones, i’ve been starting to add trigger tags that are filterable. they follow the general format of “tw: [thing].” these are the most common ones i use: 
tw: violence
tw: murder 
these aren’t the only tags i use, but if i ever miss something or you want something specific tagged for you, please feel free to reach out and ask!
mutual tags: 
i give tags to my mutuals that cosists of “first name [emoji].” if a mutual doesn’t have a name or pseudonym in their bio, i’ll just tag all interactions with their username. i feel kind of awkward using the tags for people i don’t really interact with, simply because i have this gripping fear that i either have the wrong name or they don’t realize we’re mutuals bc this isn’t my main blog, but i do have emojis for all my mutuals that have a name in their bio
for example, they look like this: “tori 👽”
obviously this list will change, but i figured it’s better to have a clear list for people to see if they’d like :) 
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a3shithole · 26 days ago
can i request soft spoken reader and tetsuro making some props?
Sure thing Anon! Tetsuro's a bit tricky to me, but I hope I write him justice!
Hope you like it and have a nice day everyone! 🌻
Tetsuro x Reader (gender-neutral)
302 words (ficlet)
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「Tetsuro love the sound of your voice. 」
Tetsuro is one complex man.
Most people would have a hard time understanding the man, let alone communicating with him. He is a man with few words, but everyone agrees he is hard-working and passionate about what he does.
You are the quiet type yourself, but not as silent as your boyfriend. It's impressive how you understand him so well. You are 'his voice', to some extent. The first time you meet the Mankai actors to help out Tetsuro bringing some props for their play, they exaggerate their surprise that you talk, unlike your boyfriend. Some of the actors on Mankai even outright express their fondness of your voice. It's like a 'dull shit tone', one of the peppy Spring actors said, which his tired friend corrected to 'dulcet tones'.
Today, you visit him while he works on props for the next Mankai play. He perked his head up and looking at you, earning a smile from you, "working hard I see?"
You sit beside him and grab one of the props that are done, "oh this one is beautiful," he smiled hearing your compliment (one would argue his expression didn't change). He stares at you for a brief second.
"Hmm? You want to hear about my day?" he nods a little. Humming to yourself, you questioned internally on why he wants to hear such a mundane thing. And then you look into his eyes.
'I just love hearing your voice.'
You chuckled a bit. You two understand each other so well.
He doesn't need to express his love to you with words out loud, no. Him working on his props, his head on your shoulder, while listening to you talking quietly beside him, is one way the two of you show affection to each other.
Love is simple for you two.
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