Wanna One as (the literal) Avengers (but with a twist)
Captain America but gets distracted in battle because he's petting cats.
The not-so-serious Hawkeye that high-fives Jinyoung everytime he hits something (which is nearly all the time).
Black Widow but constantly gets a wedgie because his suit is too tight and dances while doing one on one combat.
Agent Coulson but always accidentally grabs his guitar instead of his gun as a first reaction. "Jaehwan you can't shoot people with that" Jaehwan: /looks down at guitar/ "oh right my bad".
Thor but pretends his hammer is a baseball bat and tries to hit a homerun during battle.
Spiderman but doesn't know how to crack good jokes. Apologises to the bad guys when he ties them up.
Iron Man but Jarvis speaks in Chinese. Moonwalks while he's in the air and whistles to Troublemaker while he's fighting.
Falcon but says "I believe I can fly" everytime he's about to take off. Screams way too loudly over the intercom when he's in trouble.
Nick Fury but gets embarrassed and shy after shouting orders to the team. Walks around the office in his black suit because he likes to scare people.
Quicksilver but gets motion sickness and has to squat down in a corner and puke from time to time.
The Hulk but shrinks back down to his normal size everytime he gets embarrassed. Still has really good complexion when he turns green.
A/N: @lady-thor-foster asked what I thought Sam and Thor’s kinks were and I somehow decided that Sam’s kink was a praise kink and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that so here’s another Sam fic because you can never have too many.
It had been weeks since your boyfriend had been home. He had
been away on a mission and it was the most frustrating thing in the world. You
guys had only been together for a few months but whenever he was home you guys
spent an insane amount of time together. You were amazed his friends hadn’t
gotten sick of seeing you around yet.
word count: 1,689 words story peek: “no one loved me when i was a nobody!” “well i did!” in which peter forgets about his friends after he gets closer to liz. (requested)
She was completely lost. High school had been promised to be the best four years of her life and she was sure that statement would ring true with Peter by her side. Now however, she wasn’t so sure. Peter had been her best friend for years and suddenly it was like their friendship was a myth.
How could Peter toss her to the side and forget her like that? She had been there through everything and ultimately, she fell in love with him. She hated clichés and the fact that she became one by falling for her best friend somewhat appalled her.
She wasn’t sure if it was because of that or her suspicions that Peter could never like her like that, that she bottled her feelings up and through them into the ocean. She knew Peter liked Liz Allen, the most beautiful girl in their whole school.
And who could blame him? Liz Allen had it all. The brains, the beauty, the personality—everything. So when Peter came to (Name) saying he needed help asking Liz to the dance, she agreed to help with a heavy heart. And of course, everything succeeded.
Peter had gained Liz as his date to homecoming and snagged his first kiss on the dance floor with her. (Name) felt Peter pulling away before she saw it. Whether it be cancelling the traditional pizza lunch dates every Saturday to hang out with Liz or blowing her off to sit with Liz and the more popular kids at lunch—she knew it was coming.
Slowly but surely, contact with Peter fizzled from texting non-stop everyday, to a few texts here or there, to nothing at all. Peter even refused to look her way in the halls. She knew she wasn’t the only one being treated this way. Ned and Michelle had ultimately lost their friendships with Peter too.
(Name) clung to them after losing her best friend. She felt lost without him by her side. There was no one to eat pizza with for lunch, no one to binge watch all the Harry Potter movies with on longer weekends, no one to calm her down before a big test, there was no Peter. And God, it tore her apart.
Through it all, her feelings for Peter never dwindled. A spark of heat still pierced through her veins when he’d accidentally look her way. Her heart would flutter whenever she’d see him smile. It killed her that he had this affect on her.
After a particularly rough day, she decided enough was enough. She had to know why Peter pushed her away before she lost it completely. Her feet carried her to his apartment and when she knocked, it was May who opened the door instead of Peter.
“(Name)! It’s so nice to see you! How have you been?” May asked, ushering her into the apartment and closing the door behind her.
“I’ve been better. Is Peter home?” she said, her voice slightly shaky. There was a small tremor in her hands as she awaited May’s response.
“No, he said he was going to be out with friends, but he should be home soon. You can wait in his room if you’d like,” she offered, and (Name) flashed a hesitant smile.
“That’d be great, thanks May,” she said, her legs already moving her to Peter’s small room. Out of old habit, she opened the door to the room to find it empty. Hesitantly, she shuffled her feet across the carpet and to his twin sized bed.
She ran a hand along the top before sitting. Her eyes held a sense of longing to go back to how life was before Peter became so successful with Liz. Before he became quite popular. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear Peter come home.
“What are you doing here?” he asked after pushing open his bedroom door. He was taken aback by her presence. Her head shot up to look at him and she clumsily scrambled off of the bed.
“Didn’t May tell you I was here?” she asked, trying to prolong her confrontation with him.
“No, May’s at work now,” Peter said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now, why exactly are you here?”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Her gaze was casted downwards, as she suddenly found the carpet flooring much more interesting than before.
“I just wanted to talk is all,” she mumbled dragging the toe of her shoe in a small circle.
“About what?” he asked, his eyes narrowed slightly and he impatiently tapped his forearm with his finger.
“About us. Our friendship. Why you stopped caring about me,” she said, lifting her head to make eye contact with him. Peter gave a slight scoff in response.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh don’t play innocent with me Peter Parker, you know exactly what I’m talking about,” her voice was starting to raise in volume and an angry fuel of fire was growing in her chest. Her bottled emotions were quickly falling off their shelves and crashing to the floor.
“You used to be my best friend! We did everything together and you suddenly threw it all away for some prissy girl like Liz!” she was yelling and making wild hand gestures at Peter. Meanwhile, Peter stood there, his veins slowly filling with anger until they exploded.
“At least I don’t depend on one person for everything!” Peter retorted, and she frowned, only allowing the insult to fuel the raging fire even more. “I’m finally happy now! I have friends that like me and people actually think I’m cool!”
“Whatever then, forget about me. But what about Michelle? What about Ned? Huh? What about the three of us? Were we not good enough for you? Did you think that we were such shitty friends that pushing us away and leaving us in the dirt would be best for you? News flash Peter: when all’s said and done, Liz and everyone else won’t give a shit about you or your friendships and you will have nobody left behind to be your friend,” her breathing was ragged and she was cursing herself for being so harsh, but the emotions kept cracking and spilling and she couldn’t control it. Peter opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
“Why the hell did you do it anyways? Why’d you suddenly become so interested in being one of the “popular kids”?” her voice was hoarse but she continued to yell, it felt like the only way to get everything out in the open.
“Dammit (Name) are you blind? Can’t you see it? No one loved me when I was a nobody!” Peter yelled right back, throwing his hands in the air, completely exasperated by her. He paced in front of her while he spoke.
“Yeah? Well I did!” she shouted, her voice cracking in the middle of the sentence. Peter stopped pacing and looked at her with wide eyes and his mouth parted open.
“What?” he whispered. She shook her head.
“I loved you. I loved you so damn much Peter Parker and it killed me, it still kills me, every single goddamned day. I loved you when you fell down my front porch steps after it rained. I loved you when you got excited about something stupid and small. I loved you when you had your heart set on dating Liz. I loved you even when you stopped being my friend. I still love you and you don’t even give a shit about me anymore,” she was sobbing at this point. Hot tears rolled down the curves of her cheeks and dripped down to the floor. Peter stared at her, completely dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
“(Name),” he muttered and she shook her head. Her hands vigorously wiped at her eyes.
“Just forget it,” she said, moving to leave. Peter stood in front of the doorway, blocking her exit.
“Dammit, Peter! I said move!” she yelled and Peter stayed rooted in his place. (Name) lifted her arms to push Peter out of the way but he wouldn’t budge. Her hands balled into fists and she beat them against Peter’s chest, tears still flowing down her cheeks.
She soon grew tired and slumped against Peter’s chest. Her forehead rested just underneath the base of his neck and she sobbed into his chest, arms hanging limply at her sides. Peter brought his arms up and wrapped them tightly around her. One hand stroke through her hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Shh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over and over again. Her crying slowly seemed to stop and he picked her up, carrying her to his bed. He sat them down with his back against the headboard, her sitting in between his legs. The side of her face was pressed against his chest.
“You’re a real ass, you know that?” she sniffled and Peter let out a small chuckle.
“I know,” he paused for a minute, pressing kisses to the top of her head. “Do you think you can forgive me?”
“Only if you’ll be my friend again. Ned and Michelle aren’t the same as you.”
Peter smiled and nodded his head. His fingers played with her hair, casually twirling pieces of it on his fingers.
“Hey Pete?” she whispered after a long moment of silence. He hummed in response.
“I meant it, you know, when I said I love you,” she mumbled and Peter felt his cheeks heat up.
“Might be hard for you to believe, but I love you too,” he responded, pressing his lips to her hair for another countless time. She smiled.
When May came home that night, she poked her head into Peter’s room and she smiled at the sight of them together. Peter was still slumped against the headboard, asleep now, with his head resting against (Name)’s who was still in between his legs, with Peter’s arms wrapped around her middle.
It felt good to have things somewhat back to normal.
Sometimes when I walk by Tony while hes asleep on the couch in the hall room… thing… he’ll suddenly reach out a paw and get it stuck on my sleeve… and then I smoosh my face in his tummy and he licks my forehead ((and sometimes my hair and then it gets stuck in his mouth and he gets all bothered))