before you ask... no i do not ship these two

A Whole New World

Originally posted by smol-bean-reid

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Spencer Reid x Reader

For Anon who requested - “ could you write something with Reid and the reader going to disneyland? Maybe include the team too? Just pure fluff. :) Thank you!” I didn’t include the team but I hope you like it anyways!

Spencer had been waiting for a week like this one his whole life. A week with no phone calls or text messages from Garcia. No Avengers assembling. Just a week of absolute relaxation with Y/N. He had already told the people he was closest with that this week was when he would take the plunge. He went shopping with JJ for the perfect ring. He had everything all planned out.

Spencer and Y/N were absolutely perfect for another. They had met at the park where Y/N had beaten him at chess. He was flabbergasted the second she uttered the words “checkmate”. That moment was when he knew that he had to get to know her. And ever since then their lives had been absolutely perfect. Y/N was as sarcastic as he was awkward. She had as many tattoos as he had degrees. She was as abnormally clumsy as he was shy. On the other hand the two were both so selfless. They both were so caring and loving that they often times forgot to take care of themselves. They both loved each other wholeheartedly. They both wore their hearts on their sleeves. They both loved reading. They both had given themselves ulcers from drinking too much coffee while working on their dissertations. They were totally different people but they worked.

The two had been planning a week long trip to Disney World, ever since Y/N found out that Spencer hadn’t been to her absolute favorite place on earth. She couldn’t wait to take cheesy pictures with Mickey Mouse and the Princesses. She longed to show him her favorite ride, the Mad Tea Party. She wanted to create memories with Spencer that would last them a lifetime.

Y/N was ecstatic for the trip while Spencer was more nervous than he was when he had Anthrax poisoning and gotten shot combined. He had decided to propose on the first day there. They had just gotten to the hotel,  Disney’s Polynesian Villas and Bungalows, and dropped off their luggage before heading to the bus which would take them to Magic Kingdom.

Spencer happily took pictures of Y/N with Mickey Mouse and Pluto. They went on Space Mountain while Spencer pointed out the flaws in the science. Spencer and Y/N walked around Sleeping Beauty’s cottage where Y/N was excitedly telling him about Aurora and Phillip. Spencer just held her hand and listened not bothering to attempt to tell Y/N that he knew the fairy tale. He would do anything to see her smile, her eyes shining with happiness and excitement. They got matching Mickey and Minnie ears at a gift shop. They took pictures with the Genie, one of Y/N’s favorite Disney characters. They got a caricature taken with Y/N being Jasmine and Spencer being Aladdin. Spencer and Y/N managed to do everything they wanted to. Spencer, although he didn’t tell her then, just did whatever Y/N wanted. Seeing her happy was all he needed to make this trip memorable.

That night Spencer had a dessert cruise on the Seven Seas Lagoon booked for the two. It had just gotten dark when the ship had set sail. As the ship left the port the pianist started to play Bella Note, a Disney classic, and coincidentally Y/N’s favorite song.

“Spencer, you didn’t have to do this” exclaimed Y/N, her voice oozing with glee.

“Yes I did Y/N. I would do anything to see you smile” said Spencer smiling at his hopefully future wife.

The two sat at the table they were seated to before the waiter brought them champagne and a massive slice of cheesecake.

“What’s this for?” asked Y/N. The waiter just smiled knowingly before leaving.

“What was that? Wait, why are your hands shaking?” questioned Y/N, her thoughts now directed to Spencer.

“Y/N, you know I love you right?” asked Spencer.

“Of course I know that Spencer, I love you too” replied Y/N looking at Spencer with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Dammit, I had this entire speech prepared but I can’t remember it now. Y/N, the day we met was one of the best days of my life and each day after that with you has been a dream. I love everything about you. How you read to me when I’ve come back from a difficult case. How you get along with my friends and my mom. How you straighten my ties every morning before I leave. I love how you wake up to say goodbye to me even if it’s 3 in the morning. The one thing that would make me happier is if you would be my wife so that we can start a whole new world together” said Spencer as he got down on one knee and took out the ring.

Y/N with tears streaming down her face nodded before saying, “Yes, of course I’ll marry you”.

Spencer took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her left hand ring finger as people in the background cheered. Y/N, with her converse clad feet, stood on her toes to press her tear stained lips to Spencer’s. As their lips eagerly collided, their cheeks flushed and their breaths deepened. Spencer and Y/N could see camera’s flash in their peripheral views and fireworks sparkling in the night sky but none of that mattered to the two, one entangled in the loving arms of the other.

A/N I hope you like this anon! I finish Final’s on the 23rd so after that I will be free to write more! Send in any requests you have and I hope ya’ll enjoy!

Fighting to Loving

Anonymous Asked: “Hey! Do you happen to have any prompts for two old friends who bicker a lot and are just discovering they have feelings for each other? You know, typical rivals to lovers trope… Plus an awkward confession, if it isn’t too much? Thank you in advance! I love your blog a lot!”

Anonymous Asked: “Prompts for enemies that have just started dating?”

Before

1. “You two know that you guys sound like an old married couple, right?”

“That’s ridiculous. I’m neither old nor married.”

“What about me?”

“Well, you aren’t married, anyway.”

2. “You always have to be better than me, don’t you?”

“I was trying to compliment you.”

3. “Sorry, did you just say I looked… Nice?”

“What? I do actually have eyes, in spite of your best efforts.”

“For the last time, that was an accident.”

4. “I hate you.”

“Oh, you know you don’t mean that. You’d be lost without me.”

5. “I… Thank you?”

“Did that physically pain you to say?”

Dating

6. “Hey, jerk.”

“…”

“I mean… Babe?”

7. “I don’t know how to do this. I still feel like insulting you every time I see you. But I also want you to be happy.”

8. “Admit it. That was the best kiss of your life.”

“You always have to be the best, don’t you?”

9. “So, my parents don’t believe we’re dating each other.”

“Really?”

“They completely think it’s a prank.”

10. “It’s weird, being together. I love you, but I also want to fight you.”

“Pillow fight?”

“I think we’re more mature than that.”

“Loser makes dinner.”

“You are going DOWN.”

11. “You remember when I won that science fair?”

“You remember when you stole my idea to do it?”

“I made it better.”

12. “You remember when they used to hate each other?”

“Yeah… Now we hate everyone else. Together.”

BONUS- Confession Time (I have a long post of confession options, but I’ll throw in a few here.)

13. “Why are you being so nice to me? You hate me!”

“I don’t hate you! I… The opposite of hate you.”

14. “If you must know, I think you’re pretty… You know?”

“No, I don’t know!”

“Pretty good. To be… Around, and stuff.”

15. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“You’re drunk. You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I love you. Plus you have a good face.”

16. “I love you and all, but if you don’t stop making that noise, I’m going to throw something at you!”

“You love me?”

“…Shoot.”

~I hope these help! Thanks for the ask!~

The Dinner Date

The Dinner Date

Bucky x Reader

Requested by anon;

‘Okay so i had a dream and i need an imagine just like it. So the reader is dating bucky and for the past week or so she becomes distant and he starts to notice. And then when he went out with friends to like a fancy restaurant he sees her there with thor and another couple. Not knowing they’re undercover as a couple he thinks she’s cheating. When thor and reader see bucky they start to panic and start hiding like bringing the menu up in their face so he doesn’t compromise the mission.’

Contains fluff, a brief drowning and Bucky Barnes


If you had closed your eyes for a moment you could almost have willed yourself to imagine you were at the beach with your family; playing chicken with the ocean and laughing at the sand stuck to your ice cream. But your eyes remained open, scanning the room in the flashing red light as your ears protested against the blaring alarm. “Does anyone copy?” You said into the comms, desperately hoping that someone would respond

Water dripped from the ceiling onto your forehead and you wiped it away impatiently. You needed to get out; this boat was sinking, and it was sinking fast. Your ear piece hissed and Steve’s voice came from the other end. “This is Steve, I copy loud and clear. What’s your position?”

“I’m in the cargo hold, and I’ve got something down here that you’re gonna need to see.”

“Y/N, get out of there; you’ll be locked in if this thing takes on too much more water.”

You looked around you and knew he was right; the water was waist high and rising more by the second. In another couple of minutes you wouldn’t be able to get out alive. Not ready to give up, you tried to persuade him to pay you a visit.  “Cap, you need to come and-”

“Work your way back up to the deck, now! We still have hostiles onboard, there isn’t any time.”

You groaned and kicked at the crate in front of you, puzzling frustratedly over the contents. How was it that years after he had stopped manufacturing, you were face to face with a crate full of Stark weapons?

-

You lay on the floor in the quinjet, soaking wet and shivering; you hadn’t seen the hostile until it was too late and she had thrown you overboard. You remembered what it felt like to fall, the moment it had taken you to comprehend what was going on before the ocean slapped you in the back and pulled you under. It was like being encased in ice; you couldn’t move; you couldn’t breathe, despite your lungs desperately trying.

As you had coughed the last of the ocean water from your lungs safely on board the quinjet with Natasha slapping you on the back, Bucky watched in a mixture of relief and horror. How had he missed it? One moment you had been stood six feet away from him; the next you were a ripple in the ocean. There had been a horrible, sickening moment when he had realised you weren’t going to resurface on your own. He hadn’t hesitated to dive in after you, and when he had found you motionless beneath the surface he had prayed to whatever god there was above that you would live.

You gasped for air, turning your head to the side to search for him with stinging eyes. You scanned blurry faces until you found his, watching you feebly. You stretched your shaking hand out to him and he was there in an instant; dripping wet and everything that made you feel safe. Your Bucky. “It’s okay,” He whispered into your hair as you used all of your meager strength to cling to him “you’re going to be okay.”

As his heart ached with joy one unshakeable thought entered his mind; he was most definitely, helplessly and completely in love with you.

-

The next day you lay in bed, feeling like you’d been run over and worrying about most things under the sun, particularly the crate of Stark weapons you had found in the cargo hold of that ship. How had they gotten a hold of them? Tony had gone on a veritable crusade after he shut down his weapons manufacturing division to reclaim any and everything that might have fallen into the wrong hands. Nothing had been unaccounted for; or so you had all thought.

You sat up slowly and groaned in pain. You knew without looking in the mirror that your entire back was bruised from the force you had hit the water with. “FRIDAY?” You asked, picking up the tablet from your bedside table “I’m gonna need your help with something.”

“Tony says you are to be on complete bed rest today, Y/N. I’m not technically supposed to do anything for you other than open netflix.”

You frowned and crossed your legs beneath you. “Then let’s keep this between us for now; we can’t let Tony know any of what I’m about to tell you.”

If FRIDAY had had a physical form, you were sure she would have been rolling her eyes at you. “Fine, but if anyone asks I had nothing to do with this.”

“You’ve got it,” You muttered before elevating your voice “do you have access to who purchased Stark weapons back in the day?”

“Officially or under the table?”

“Let’s start with both for now.”

For the next two hours you sifted through suspects, trying to find any possible connection between them and the ship you had raided last night. Two names brought up red flags; Michelle Henson and Steven Santana. You knew them by reputation, but had never had the pleasure of meeting them in person unlike the rest of the team. Well, that was except for one person… “FRIDAY, have you got a location on Thor right now?”

-

Thor leafed through the file you had given him with all the information you had gathered so far; you had asked FRIDAY to print it for you so there would be no chance of anyone else on the team stumbling across it in your online research files. “And you are sure it is these two who are in possession of the weapons?” He asked, looking up briefly before returning to the file

You shook your head “I’m not sure of anything, but it’s the best lead I’ve got so far.”

Thor nodded slowly, hovering on a photograph of Henson and Santana together. “Are they a couple?”

“Nobody is really sure; they’re definitely business partners though. One never goes to a meeting without the other.”

“How are you planning to contact them?”

You pulled a battered flip phone from your back pocket. “I pulled this from an associate of theirs a few months ago before he went into hiding. I’ll impersonate him through text and say that we’re an interested party. If there’s anything I know for sure about those two it’s that they’re greedy, if there’s even the slightest possibility of getting their hands on some money they’re in.”

Thor closed the file and put it on the water table next to you with a nod. “I will help you, Y/N, as much as I can.”

You let out a sigh of relief and placed a hand on his arm gratefully “Thank you, Thor. I wouldn’t normally ask, but I don’t think I can do this alone. Remember, you can’t tell anyone what we’re doing, not even the team.”

“You have my word.”

The door to the training room opened to reveal a frazzled Bucky Barnes. You quickly removed your hand from Thor’s arm and slid the file down the back of the table out of sight, trying to act casual. Bucky regarded the two of you strangely before clearing his throat and walking into the room. “I’ve been looking all over for you, Y/N. I stopped by your room and you weren’t there, I thought something had happened.” He said, looking at you with a caring intensity

You smiled and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze as your head became a little foggy. You definitely shouldn’t have been out of bed. “I was looking for you,” You lied “I figured you might be in here like you are most Thursday’s.”

You cringed inwardly; you hated lying to him. Especially considering that you prided yourself on the fact that there were no secrets between yourself and Bucky. After dating for three months and having been close friends for nearly three years, you could truly say that you knew the man well. Which also meant that he knew you, which meant he always knew when you were lying. This was going to be hard.
“Well, here I am.” He smiled, putting an arm around you “C’mon, let’s go watch a movie and eat pizza.”

You closed your eyes and smiled as you walked out of the room, deciding to leave all thoughts of the mission behind until at least tomorrow morning. “Fine, but only if it has copious amounts of ham and pineapple.”

“You monster, fruit doesn’t belong on a pizza.”

“That’s what you think.”

-

You woke up the next morning in Bucky’s arms with a half eaten slice of pizza lay on your chest. At this point, you really weren’t sure who’s it was, and you didn’t particularly care. You picked it up and were about to take a bite when you heard it. A faint tapping at the window. Gently disentangling yourself from Bucky and grabbing your gun from underneath your pillow, you cautiously approached and raised the blind with your gun raised and your finger poised over the trigger ready. What you found on the other side made you blink in surprise. A large, inquisitive raven sat on the windowsill staring right at you. Trepidly, you opened the window and lowered your gun. It was then that you notice it; the small piece of paper tied to its left leg.

You made short work of the knot and took the heavy paper in your hands, unfolding it delicately to read the the message scrawled upon it;

Y/N,

I thought this means of communication would be more secretive than electronic messaging. I have spoken to Stark and informed him that you are assisting me with some reasearch on infinity stones for the next week. You will need to meet me at 16:00 in the garage to discuss things further. Please send your correspondence with a raven in future.

Thor Odinson :)

How the fuck were you supposed to find a raven to reply with? You shook your head, tearing the letter to pieces and taking it into the bathroom where you flushed it down the toilet. You looked at your watch and resolved that you had two hours before you had to meet Thor. That was plenty of time to eat leftover pizza and watch How I Met Your Mother. How would you explain your absence to Bucky though? You would have already told him by now that you were going to research on infinity stones. There was no way you could get that past him, right?

-

“Thor, for the last time; I don’t have the time nor the inclination to find and train a raven for this.” You groaned, leaning against the hood of one of Tony’s cars

Thor looked indignant “We must be discreet.”

You rolled your eyes “Yeah, because a raven screams discretion.”

He shook his head “Enough. What news have you on Santana and Henson?”

You pulled the flip phone out of your back pocket and passed it to Thor. “They replied in the early hours of this morning, agreeing to meet with us on the east coast in two days. I gave them your phone number for future contact. I think we should go tomorrow and sweep the area; check they haven’t set any traps. These guys are serious, we’d be idiots to go in blind.”

“Tomorrow.” Thor agreed, passing you the phone as he mulled something over in his mind

“What is it?”

He twirled his hands nervously and avoided eye contact. “I think it would be wise to distance yourself from Barnes until this over.”

You felt a weight drop into your stomach. “Why? Do you think I can’t pull this off?”

“I am in no doubt of your skills, Y/N. However you and Barnes are extremely close, and I think it would pain you to keep this from him.”

“It would pain me to be away from him as well, Thor.”

He smiled and shook his head “There will be plenty of time for you both to spend together when this is done, but for now you should be careful. We are doing this for Stark, not for ourselves.”

You nodded heavily. He was right; as much as it was going to hurt, you needed to back away from Bucky for a while to help save Tony from the demons of his past.

-

The past week had gone by in a terrible blur; you found undercover work taxing enough without trying to keep it from everyone. You would leave so early in the morning that nobody was awake, and arrive back at such random intervals that nobody would know you were there. It was torture. All you wanted to do was tell the team all about it; you wanted to moan to Nat about how Henson and Santana had automatically assumed that you and Thor were a couple, so that meant you had to pretend to be one which was embarrassing for everyone involved; you wanted to laugh with Sam and Clint about how Santana wore far too much aftershave and was covered in so much fake tan that he was practically a carrot; and you wanted to ask Steve how you should handle this strategically, because he was the one you always went to for guidance in these situations. But most importantly of all, you wanted to tell Bucky how much you missed him.

Bucky had been much harder to avoid than the rest of the team; when you walked into the building he would always be waiting outside your door to see you with that agonisingly perfect smile on his face. You were running out of excuses about why you couldn’t talk to him, and quite frankly you didn’t have the will to put him off for much longer. This mission had better come to a close, and fast. Thankfully, tomorrow was the day the transaction would be completed; you and Thor had to go to a restaurant (one not too far from the compound, actually) and have dinner with Henson and Santana. While you dined, the valet would drive your car to a garage on the other side of town to fill with the goods so that by desert everything would be ready to go.

You and Thor had argued over how the transaction should be handled; he had wanted to take them down once and for all to bring an end to their chaotic deeds. You had told him that, for now, it was more important to get a hold of the weapons. Besides, now that you had both established a relationship with them it would be easier to set a trap later. As you both pulled up outside the restaurant in your eveningwear, you felt a little anxious. “Thor?”

“Yes?” He asked, straightening his tie

“Are you sure we can pull this off?”

He turned to you and smiled kindly “There is no doubt in my mind.”

You had every intention to reply, but before you knew it your door was being opened for you and you were both walking into the building arm in arm. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes. It was going to be fine. Everything was going to go smoothly.

-

Bucky had been hesitant to accept the invitation to dinner he had received earlier that day, but he had attended on the grounds that he needed something to cheer him up. He lifted a glass of water to his lips and tried to look as though he was invested in the conversation going on at the other end of the table. If he was being completely honest, he hardly knew any of the people he was dining with; it was a birthday meal for Greg, the guy Bucky had been hanging out with a little recently from his book club. Greg, it turned out, was not much fun to be around when alcohol was involved. Lifting his sixth glass of scotch to his lips, Greg slurred the beginnings of another story nobody particularly wanted to hear.

Bucky found his gaze drifting through the room, taking in the different dishes of food and discussions around him. He had been particularly engrossed in lip reading a conversation between two men when he saw it out of the corner of his eye; the edge of your blue dress.

Everybody has a little black dress, Buck.” You had told him some weeks ago while you were getting ready to go out “But the real secret is to have an elegant blue one,”

He directed his gaze to the table you were seated at and couldn’t stop himself gaping in disbelief. It was definitely you, no doubt about it. He could distinctly make out your profile from across the room; you looked a little anxious, underneath the table your leg bounced up and down so violently it shook the table. A hand reached across and covered yours, in an instant your leg stopped shaking and you donned a perfect mask of composure. Bucky looked over to your dining partner and died a little inside as he recognised Thor sat opposite you with a smile. What the hell was going on? His stomach twisted unpleasantly. He knew exactly what was going on. It all made sense now; your near-constant avoidance of him over the past week; how much time you had been spending with Thor on ‘research’. You were cheating on him.

Bucky was about to walk over to the two of you and demand an explanation when a strangely familiar orange man and a relatively pale by comparison woman waltzed over to your table and embraced the two of you. As you embraced the woman your eyes met Bucky’s over her shoulder and you jolted in panic.

-

Shit. Shit. Shit! What the hell was Bucky doing here? And who the hell was he with? You quickly tore your gaze away, painting on a fake smile as you all took your seats and began to exchange pleasantries. You swiftly kicked Thor underneath the table and inclined your head ever so slightly towards Bucky, who was staring at the four of you in bewilderment. Thor’s eyes widened so much you were briefly concerned that they would fall out of his head before he began choking on his drink. Miss Michelle Henson- who had been flirting terribly with Thor all goddamned week- hit him delicately on the back, her exquisite features twisting into a delicate mask of concern. “Are you okay?” She asked, her voice as smooth as velvet

“He’s fine,” You assured, swatting away Santana’s orange hand as it tried to rest on your knee underneath the table

The man made an indignant noise and sipped from his wine glass, grimacing at the unpleasant bouquet. You picked up your menu and held it in front of your face, beckoning Thor to join you behind it. He raised an eyebrow, face still flushed from coughing, and ducked behind the menu with you. Henson and Santana looked at the two of you in confusion. “Do you mind?” You asked, impatiently gesturing between yourself and Thor “We just need a minute.”

They exchanged a look and reluctantly turned away. Thor peeked over the top of the menu and briefly locked gazes with Bucky, who raised an eyebrow at the pair of you before Thor ducked back behind the refuge of the menu again. “What is he doing here?” You mouthed

I have no idea!” Thor mouthed back, looking more than a little perturbed

You eyed Bucky from behind the menu, who waved at you painfully. Shit. “What do we do?

Why must I be the one with the solutions?! He is your associate!

Associate? He isn’t some guy I say hi to in the street! I’m in love with him for crying out loud!

Double shit. Thor smiled as the realisation of what you had just admitted flowered across your face. You were in love with him. “I’m in love with him…” You whispered to yourself in bewilderment

Michelle peeked at the two of you over her slender shoulder. “Is everything alright?”

You flashed what you hoped looked like a dazzling smile and nodded. “Fine, thank you Michelle; I was just telling Thor that I-”

“Thor?” Santana asked, turning into the conversation “What is that, a nickname?”

You gave a short laugh and shook your head, trying to think on your feet. “Well we saw a woman in the street earlier today who was convinced that he wa-”

“Good evening,” A familiar voice said from behind you, loaded with rage

Oh please no. You turned in you seat to see Bucky stood behind you, looking very hurt. How on earth were you going to talk your way out of this? He looked around the table and crossed his arms “Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Everyone exchanged a look; two men at the table next to you took a sudden interest in events and didn’t bother to hide their gaze. Santana gasped and pointed at Bucky “You! I remember you!”

“I’m sure this man is not whoever you’re thinking of, Mr Santana.” You panicked, kicking Bucky lightly in the shin

A group of women at the table behind you nudged each other discreetly and nodded in your direction. Bucky crinkled his brow and regarded Santana “Who the hell is this bastard?”

“This is the bastard who had his leg broken by you last year,” Santana growled, his orange skin turning red “twice.”

Thor groaned and threw his head into his hands as Bucky frowned and waved a dismissive hand at the man. “Whatever, I don’t care about that.” He turned his gaze to you and Thor who were both on the verge of banging your heads against the table “What I do care about though, is why the hell you are on a date with my girlfriend. Anyone care to explain? Thor, perhaps?”

“Barnes,” Thor said, regaining some composure “you are mistaken-”

Henson gasped and stood up from her chair upon studying Thor closely “It’s a goddamned set up! They’re a part of the Avengers!”

Bucky raised an eyebrow “What do you mean a set up?”

Michelle fished around in her bag and pulled a small gun out of it. Shit. You looked at Thor who had discreetly stuck his hand out to summon Mjolnir while you slowly started to reach for the gun you had strapped to your leg. “Steven, we’ve been compromised. We need to leave, now.” She hissed, dragging him out of his seat by the sleeve of his dinner jacket

You got a solid grip on your gun and tore it from its holster; you didn’t want this to end in a shootout, but there was no way you could let them get away from this. Without them, there was no hope of reclaiming Tony’s weapons. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d really prefer it if the two of you stayed.” You said as coolly as you could, sipping from your glass of water with your gun pointed directly at the other woman “After all, dinner really isn’t the same without company,”

A sudden crash came from the window as Mjolnir flew through it into Thor’s waiting palm. A woman sat near where the window had been let out a sudden scream. “Let’s not make a meal of this,” The woman smiled sweetly, aiming the gun at Bucky “I would hate for anyone to get hurt.”

Bucky squared his jaw and stared at the woman in defiance as your heart leapt into your mouth. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye and felt a nervous sweat creep up the back of your neck. “Let me make one thing clear, Miss Henson.” You said, desperately trying to stop the slight tremor in your hand “If you cause any civilian casualties today, you will be tried and prosecuted in a court of law for your actions; but if you so much as touch this man standing next to me, I will eviscerate you.”

She scoffed, trying to maintain her composure even though it was clear she had lost it a few seconds ago. Her gun now pointed in your direction. “And if I decide to kill you instead?”

“Then the outcome will still be the same,” Bucky said, stepping towards her menacingly “I can promise you that.”

She and Santana exchanged a glance and nodded before she slowly placed the gun down on the table. “A wise choice.” Thor said, grinning at you as he stepped forward to secure them

-

After the rest of the team had been called in to apprehend the car full of explosives and Henson and Santana had been formally arrested, you found yourself stood in the women’s bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror; you looked tired, and pale even by your standards. You heard the door open and ducked your head, not wanting to talk to Bucky just yet. “So the legends are true,” Tony said, walking into view with a smile “the ladies bathroom really does smell nicer.”

You rolled your eyes and turned off the running faucet beneath you. “There’s also a portal to another dimension behind the mirror,”

“That, I didn’t know about.”

Tony sat on the counter beside the sink as you turned to grab a paper towel. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” He said truthfully “what the two of you have done is just sickeningly thoughtful, and it makes me seriously re-think the Christmas gifts I’ve bought for the two of you.”

You smiled, tossing your paper towel into the bin with a shrug “We just didn’t want to drag you back into the past; I figured it would only upset you.”

Tony shook his head and hopped down off the counter  “What upsets me is that neither of you told me what was going on; if something had gone dreadfully wrong and one of you had died just for the sake of protecting my feelings-”

“We’re a team, Tony. You’d do the same for us,”

He smiled and put an arm around your shoulder “Come on, kid. Let’s go back to the compound and order enough pizza to make us all sick for a week.”

“Sounds great, but there’s something I’ve got to do first.”

-

Bucky was the only one left in the restaurant when you walked in; all the diners had been vacated and the staff sent home. He was sat at a table staring intently at a silver fork. You wrung your hands in front of you nervously. What were you going to say? Summoning your bravery, you walked into the room lightly knowing he would hear your tread.

Sure enough, he turned in his chair and smiled at you tiredly “Hey doll,” He whispered, standing and closing the distance between you

You looked up into his eyes and felt a rush of love and fear fill your veins. “I’m sorry,” You said without drawing breath “for everything; I wanted to tell you, I really did but I was worried that if I did then I would somehow screw it all up. And then you were nearly shot and I-”

Bucky held up his hand to silence you and smiled “I’m sorry too; I should have known you were undercover when I saw you. I guess I was just worried that you and Thor were- well, you know.”

You laughed a little and shook your head, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Hey Bucky?” You whispered

“Yes?”

“I realised something earlier when I saw you giving Thor and I the death stare.”

“And what was that?”

You took in a deep breath and replied “That I love with you,”


You felt a chuckle vibrate through his chest and looked up, feeling a little hurt that he thought your feelings for him were amusing. He met your eyes and smiled, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone as he brought his lips to your ear, breathing in the scent of your perfume as he whispered the words “I love you too.”

(Credit to @toastburninglucy the writer of this request if you wanna send love, leave a comment (not an ask to this blog as she won’t see it), or go over to her blog and send her the love there. Thank you for taking on the request. - Rosalee)

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Ship || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: May I request a Jughead x reader (of course haha) where the reader is Veronica’s adopted sister (same age) and she’s a fangirl and she starts making ships within her friends (I don’t care what ship you use I legit like every ship) and she tells her friends who she ships them with and then Ronnie smug little Ronnie is like “oh you didn’t tell us who you ship Jughead with?” And the reader is all like “well I don’t know me probably” (or something like that) and Jughead hears it and fluff? Thank you

A/N: I loved writing this! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Gifs by @queeniessgoldstein​ and @lodges-veronica

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How you came into the Lodge family around the same time Veronica was born was a total coincidence. For years, Hermione and Hiram had tried to have children with no avail. Deciding having children naturally was out of the question, they decided to adopt. That’s where you came in. Your biological mother was a young teenager and your biological father had left her when he discovered she was pregnant. Realizing she couldn’t do this on her own and that she was way too young to have a baby, she contacted an adoption agency who put her in touch with Hermione and Hiram.

The Lodges were overjoyed when your biological mother had agreed to give you up to them. Finally, they could have a baby. When your biological mother was six months into her pregnancy, the adoption went through. All that everyone needed to do now was wait. However, a couple weeks later, Hermione Lodge discovered she was two months pregnant.

Your biological mother was terrified, thinking that the Lodges didn’t want the baby growing inside her anymore. They reassured her that they did, and three months later, you were born. The Lodges took you home, raising you as an only child until Veronica was born four months after that. The two of you were basically twins. Despite you guys being completely different, you two were as thick as thieves.

While Veronica preferred to shop and go to parties, you preferred to stay home and write and draw. Nevertheless, the two of you always made time for each other, whether it would be Veronica taking you shopping for a new sketchbook or you drawing Veronica a portrait of herself or of her favorite celebrity of the week.

The one thing the two of you absolutely loved to do together? Ship people.

“Valarchie!” you blurted out.

Your group of friends looked up from their lunches at you. Veronica bit back a smile.

“I’m sorry?” Archie asked.

Betty snickered.

“You and Valerie! Valarchie!” you said. “I finally figured out a ship name for you two!”

Archie chuckled.

You and the Core Four (minus Jughead) were sitting outside at your lunch table, Veronica next to you, Betty and Archie across from the two of you. Truth be told, you had a crush on Jughead. Veronica always encouraged you to tell him, swearing that he liked you back but you always quickly shook your head, denying that idea. He was your best friend. You couldn’t tell him you liked him because what if you lost him?

“Who do you ship me with, Y/N?” Betty asked, smiling.

You looked slyly at your sister.

“Veronica,” you said. “We came up with your ship name on the second day of school. It’s Beronica.”

Veronica coughed on her drink and Betty blushed.

““We,” huh?” Archie said as he smirked, looking towards Veronica. “You just helped Y/N out with that name?”

Now Veronica was blushing.

“Archiekins, that’s a story for another day,” she said as she turned to you. “Y/N, you haven’t mentioned Jughead yet.”

You knew where this was going and rolled your eyes.

“Who do you ship him with?” she asked.

You shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you said, smiling softly. “Me probably.”

You and Ronnie giggled before realizing that Archie and Betty weren’t laughing but were wide-eyed instead and focused on something behind the two of you.

“What?” Veronica asked. “You guys know she likes him.”

Betty quickly shook her head while Archie made a “cut” motion with his hand.

You and Ronnie heard a chuckle from behind and you two of you quickly spun around, seeing Jughead standing a few feet away from you. You froze.

Oh, sh—

“So…” he began, putting his hands in his pockets. You like me?” he asked, smiling cockily at you.

You gulped and you looked towards Veronica for help. Instead, she just smiled at you.

“Betty, Archie, I need to talk to you guys about that history project of ours due tomorrow. Privately. Come on!” she said as she got up, the other two quickly following her.

You grabbed her wrist.

“Ronnie—”

“Shh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay.” she said quietly as she brushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear.

She gave you and Jughead a smile before she and your friends walked off, leaving just you and the beanie-clad teen. Jughead cleared his throat and walked over to the lunch table, sitting next to you.

“I-I know you don’t like me back,” you quickly said as you tried to keep your hands from shaking, failing miserably.

Jughead’s smile fell.

“A-And that’s okay,” you continued, looking down. “We can just pretend that this never happened, that—”

You stopped when you felt warm hands envelop your trembling ones. You looked up to see Jughead looking at you with the softest expression you had ever seen. Without saying another word, he slowly leaned in and claimed your lips with his. You froze for a moment in shock before you began kissing him back. He smiled into the kiss and deepened it, you gladly allowing him to do so. All of a sudden, the two of you heard cheering from a distance and broke apart, looking up. Across the field was Veronica, Betty, and Archie all clapping and whooping. You giggled and looked down, blushing furiously.

At least one of your ships was now canon.

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A/N: Send me feedback! Hope you guys enjoyed!!

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“it’s a sad memory” + peter quill

ask: @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 “7 w either Peter Quill or young Charles Xavier, 8 w Tony Stark & 9 with Remy please and thank you!!!”

a/n: this is the 1st one!! i’ll do the other two later ;^) chose peter quill bc i haven’t done much for him?? 

warnings: none? (word count: 363)

   “What’s this?” You muse, pulling out a few papers tucked away in an unmarked compartment in his ship. 

   “Oh, no, don’t touch those,” He replies, eyes widening in horror before attempting to snatch them away. Of course, this only makes your curiosity grow, since you’ve know Peter to be someone who has no shame.

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anonymous asked:

Asking mod Lance for the ships: Shance??

Who said “I love you” first

I would say Lance jumps the gun and Shiro asks him if they can take it slow, have a date or two maybe before getting ahead of themselves except they do get ahead of themselves in the first date.


Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

They both would. Lance had Shiro in his and practically begged Shiro to have Lance in his too. They wear matching shirts in the backgrounds yes, matching eyeliner game too.


Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Surprisingly, Shiro loves leaving notes for Lance in the shower but Lance never notices until that one time Shiro wrote “Dinner later?” but it faded and said “DIE” instead and Lance thought the bathroom was haunted and ran away naked to the living room, which definitely surprised Shiro but he wasn’t complaining.


Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Oh they both do. I dare say they are lowkey having a who can get the other the most cheesy sappy gift ever competition?


Who initiated the first kiss

Shiro would always stare at Lance’s lips all the time but he would be too shy to ask so Lance had to be the one to ask lol.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

I bet my ass Lance would do it every morning but that one time Shiro tried to get back at him and calmed him sleeping beauty, Lance kinda died because of so many feelings.


Who starts tickle fights

Shiro is actually ticklish and Lance would do it every chance he has.


Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Shiro asks. Lance just does.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Lance would def do it especially on some of Shiro’s bad days. Shiro can’t cook to save his life tbh.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Both, both were. Lance tries to act flirty at first but when Shiro tried responding, he was fidgety af too and they are just so awkward and lovely and try their best for each other.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

No one. They just both run and hope it goes away. Spiders are scary.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Shiro, Shiro would. Shiro is like the crazy drunk who gets more aggressive with things really. One time, he got really drunk and some dude was talking about how great his s/o is and Shiro just goes, “MY BOYFRIEND IS THE BEST LANCE WHERE ARE YOU I GOTTA SHOW U TO THEM” and when he finds Lance, he just scoops him and princess carries him and stands up in a table and goes “MY BOYFRIEND LANCE IS THE BEST YOU HEAR AND I LOVE HIM”. And yes, Pidge has that on tape and Lance has so many copies of it you can’t even count. Shiro doesn’t remember any of this.

-mod Lance

Sign My Poster?

Brief Summary:  Coulson tries to hook up his close friend with Steve Rogers just so he can fanboy

Words: 2183

Warnings: fluff, lots and lots of cute fluff and Coulson being cute

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Female!Reader


Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

You were a lower agent, mostly just doing paperwork for Fury, but you always did seem his favorite. He enjoyed you not sassing him back about what he did, but you would discuss with him what you would have done. You had to be the less sassiest person in SHIELD, and sometimes it wasn’t fun.Well while Steve Rogers, Captain America, was under your and Agent Coulson care, you both took turns looking after him. You both were pretty big fans, and well you developed a small crush on him. But you knew your chances of being with the Captain America didn’t exist.That was until Loki.

When Loki decided he wanted Earth, Coulson brought you in on the case against Fury wishes. Fury didn’t want to see you get hurt. Besides the Avengers needed someone strong like you to get them through it. Plus you were kinda like their caretaker, someone had to make sure everything was okay after all.Steve was standing in the control room just looking around as Coulson joined him, without saying a word at first. But soon they talked about his training cards, but slowly like every time the topic drifted to you.

“You know (Name) has really pretty eyes, like the way her (E/C) eyes sparkle is amazing,” Coulson said trying to drag Steve into the topic again.

“She does.” Steve couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had started developing a major crush on you, but with 70 years on the ice, he didn’t think he would act on it. Besides he was way too old for you, and with all the other SHIELD agents clearly taking a liking to you. Well, he still saw himself as the little kid from Brooklyn when he saw you.

“And the way her hair frames her face, the way she smiles, she’s-” Coulson talked trying so hard to get Steve interested in you. He knew you two would be so cute together, plus then he could get everything signed. But really Coulson wanted you to find someone to be happy with, ever since you took this job he tried to make sure you were happy. He was like you father figure, and it always made everything easier.

“Beautiful, She’s truly beautiful.” Steve smiles warmly, looking down, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he was really admitting it, but everyone knew you were beautiful. Even though you just thought you were average, clearly nothing compared to Natasha.

“Who’s beautiful?” You asked walking in the room only hearing the last part. You didn’t think for one second that they’d be talking about you. Why would they ever talk about you? Besides Coulson slight teasing about how Steve can’t take his eyes off you, you never really believed he would think of you as more than a friend.Steve’s face went beat red as he tried to find the words to say, but they escaped him. There was no way he had a chance with you. He was just a kid from Brooklyn. You were this strong, independent women won’t didn’t need someone who didn’t even know how to work a toaster. Coulson smirked seeing this and easily covered. 

“The ship, she’s a thing of beauty right? Nothing else like her.” He shot a soft wink to you, unnoticed by Steve.

“Oh yeah, she’s pretty.” You chuckled softly, your eyes lingering on Steve’s face a little long than they should of. But you quickly glanced away when his eyes met yours. You had things to do, not involving fantasizing about Steve’s gorgeous blue eyes or his amazing personality.

You quickly walked over to agent hill, thankful your job didn’t require you to wear heels, especially on this ship. “Agent Hill, I have some papers you need to sign.” You two talked for a while though.

Coulson lightly elbowed Steve, “You should tell her. She’s single you know. I can tell you like her.” He smirks lightly, he wanted this to happen for both of you guys.

“Oh no, Coulson, she doesn’t fancy me. We barely even talk, plus I’m sure she’d rather have someone like Tony.” Steve spoke, in a whisper, so you wouldn’t hear them.

“Tony?” Coulson huffed, “She rather despises that man. But maybe she likes you, maybe she doesn’t. Just ask her out, it might get you in good with Fury.” Coulson knew Steve didn’t care about getting in good with Fury, but he really wanted you two together.

“Fine, but when she says no can you please tell her you made me do it? I don’t want it to be awkward.” Steve sighed, quickly leaving the control room. He had to figure out how in the world he was going to ask you.Coulson just smirked and stood there, when you came back up to him and sighed. 

“Man this ship is huge, think Fury will let me ride around on a Segway?” you chuckled quietly to yourself, for a SHIELD agent you sure were lighthearted. Especially around Coulson, you two would talk for hours giggling like school children.A smirk just formed on Coulson’s lips before playfully nudging you. 

“Maybe if you ask really REALLY nicely, Tony might build you a jet pack.” Your face scrunched up at the mention of Tony Stark, he was only cool when you two were alone. Other than that he acted like a jackass and a womanizer. Hell, you had told Pepper on him a few times just to watch him get into trouble. Everyone could see you two hated each other, yet alone you guys were pretty close. He even knew about your crush on Steve, well in your defense you only told him cause you were drunk. But that didn’t matter now you were subjected to every lasting teasing.

“I don’t think I would trust any of Tony’s inventions, he’d do something to it to embarrass me.” You chuckled quietly loudly, earning a glare from Agent Hill as you blushed. Coulson smirks devilishly before you light smacked his chest with the file.

“Hey don’t hit me, I’m getting you in good with Rogers.” He whispered watching your cheeks go bright red. You stared at him in disbelief before shaking your head quickly.

“Please leave that alone, he doesn’t like me alright? Tony is already having a field day with it.” You huffed slightly before you got paged. Before Coulson could say a word you walked away with a smile. Great, you were needed in the lab, what did Tony do this time.

Easily find your way to the lab you looking around a bit confused, Tony and Bruce were gone. That wasn’t normal, not at all. Why were you needed in the lab if no one was there? You walked over towards Tony’s desk looking for a clue when you saw a small sticky note with your name on it.

Picking it up you quickly read it out loud to yourself;


(Name), Meet me on the landing strip tonight. Don’t ask questions, I just need some clarification on a few things. Nothing bad, promise. Oh, don’t listen to Tony’s lies either.-Steve


You swallowed nervously, why did Steve want to talk to you up there alone? You shook your head, it was probably about this Loki situation and Steve didn’t want to be made fun of for not understanding something. Quickly you exited the lab before Tony or Bruce returned. Coulson had found you easily he always knew where you’d like to go to be alone. Including that small all windowed room on the backside of the ship.

“Hey, you.” He said leaning in the door away before walking over. You quickly explained the note, because honestly there was no hiding anything from him. He squealed with joy before quickly heading off to your room with him.“You have to get the right outfit!” He huffed and you just shook your head staring at him. You had never seen him this excited. 

“You need something Steve will love!” Then it clicked in your head, the note, Steve blushing, Coulson’s weird behavior. 

“You didn’t..” You whispered realizing he must have put Steve up to this. How could he do that to you?

“(Name) don’t be silly. Just get ready.” He hummed looking through your closet. He picked out a beautiful pale yellow sundress. “This will be perfect.”

“Coulson I hardly dress like that, Tony will have a field day..” You huffed but took the dress and went into the bathroom to change anyway. You always trusted Coulson and you hoped he knew what he was doing.Soon you were dressed and your hair was all dolled up, but you avoided makeup. It wasn’t like you and you didn’t wanna set Steve off. Coulson nearly dragged you up the stairs before pushing you out the door.

You huffed and smoothed out your dress with your hands nervously. That was until you saw Steve’s figure. Walking over slowly you see he’s dressed nicely as well, not in his normal plaid and jeans.Secretly you knew Coulson had something to do with this as well. “Hey, Steve. Uh- you wanted to see me?” The first thing you see is Steve’s brilliant blue eyes and that shy smile on his lips. His hand awkward hands shove a small flower in front of your face. 

“This- this is for you.” He cleared his throat and smiled.

“Awh thanks, Steve, that’s sweet of you.” You hum softly, taking the flower and twirling it under your nose to smell it. There was a long awkward pause before Steve shifted, the soft meat clanking beneath his feet.

“You look really nice.” His voice is soft and you almost didn’t hear him. Glancing up at him, a soft blush comes to your cheeks.

“Thanks, Steve. You do as well.” You smile warmly, hoping to get rid of his awkwardness. But you understood why he was awkward. He’s been frozen 70 years and doesn’t know how to act around women (he possibly likes). He smiles back before nodding to himself. 

“Yup.. ima do it.” He mumbles before you look up at him confused.

“What are you-“ 

you started before his soft lips cut you off. Your eyes went wide as you stumbled backward.He grabbed you before you could fall, his cheeks instantly going red. Thinking he read everything wrong, 

"I’m so sorry. I- I’ll go.” Once you were stable on your feet again he let go and quickly walked back down into the ship.You stood there confused for a moment. 

“Wait Steve likes me. Like likes me.” You mumble to yourself before running after him without a second thought.He was just about to pass by Tony’s lab when you caught up with him. “Steve wait please!” Your words make him stop and look at you shyly. Before you could even process it, you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him just as softly as he had kissed you. He was surprised but wrapped his arms around your waist.The kiss was sweet and innocent, no tongue, not very open either. But enough to make your heart skip a beat. When you two finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours softly. 

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You smile and open your mouth to respond as you hear slow clapping. You wince slightly looking over to see you two were standing in front of the lab’s glass doors.

“Well well well (Name), Steve, it’s and out time.” Tony chuckles before looking over to Bruce. “You owe me five.” You roll your eyes at Tony before looking back to a blushing, smiling Steve. 

“Hey, you wanna get out of here or something?” You speak with charm and a grin.Steve looks confused for a moment before slowly realizing what you meant. 

“Yes, I would like that very much.” He smiles and takes your hand heading off down the hall.

“What are we, Steve?” You whisper slightly, looking up at him. You knew he was old fashion and you hoped this meant you two were dating but you weren’t sure.

“Why (Name), we’re going steady. That was the point of kissing you, I couldn’t find any words.” He smiles sheepishly down at you before squeezing your hand lovingly.

“You can lose your words any time around me.” You giggle and watch him nod. Walking down the hall you hear footsteps behind you.Coulson’s hands on your shoulder and Steve’s. 

“Now that I got you two happily together,” he turned to Steve holding out a pen and a Captain America poster.“Will you sign my poster?”


If you have any requests feel free to send them to me 

Imagine

Person A: Hey, how often do you wash your dog?

Person B: Oh, about every two months. Depends on the breed. Why do you ask?

Person A: I haven’t given mine a bath for 9 months. But it should be okay. I sprayed some Febreeze on her before I came over.

I think i'm in love

Lance McClain x reader

A/N: this song reminded me of Lance and it mixed with the request perfectly. I had to make this a friendship to relationship fic because I feel like I wouldn’t be living up to my potential if I didn’t. Also there isn’t enough Lance x reader fanfiction in the world to quench my thirst so…yeah.

Request: ‘currently sick and need some lance fluff, if you mind could I request a lance x reader one-shot where the reader gets sick from overworking and lance gets worried seeing the reader overwork themselves (bc he cares very much about them since he’s a cinnamon roll.) then the reader almost passes out but lance catches them and takes them to bed and it’s very fluffy?? Afterwards he takes care of them and is by their side (again, much fluff.) hope that wasn’t too long. Thank you!’

Originally posted by voltronlover

 Time’s been ticking, hearts are runnin’

Saying you got on with Lance straight away after meeting him at the garrison would’ve been a straight up lie. You two immediately didn’t get on. Something about using each other’s skin products and who was the better pilot. But soon after you got caught in-between the whole ‘blue lion’ incident, you found yourself on a trip/adventure of a lifetime. It wasn’t your fault, and once again you blamed Lance for the fact that you may or may not ever see your family again. But it could’ve been a lot worse you decided. Due to all the times you argue with Lance, more than Keith even, everyone thought you two were meant for each other on some level, but every time someone brought this up, you hid your true feelings through letting out a gagging noise. Lance would just scowl in your direction. But over time, you had to start acting like a proper team instead of two arguing teens.

Think that cupid’s up to somethin’

You both soon learnt how to tolerate each other, after that you grew on each other. But neither of you would ever admit it. So, to get your mind off of your confusing feelings towards the blue paladin, you found yourself wandering towards the training room early in the morning, before even Shiro got up. Nobody knew of course. Maybe Coran or Allura, but even if they did, they never said anything. They maybe would even encourage it. But that all depended on if they were up or not when you got up to train until it was breakfast time. Like every other morning, you were in the training room, beating the crap out of the gladiator. Or its replacement at least which was a dummy that Pidge had made.

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Mile High Club

@getyourgraveon and @pietroimagines it’s finally happening… almost 4 months later…

(Not my GIF, do you know how hard it was to find a suitable GIF for this one…)

Warnings: smut, language

Pairing: Pietro X Reader

Words: 1,034

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anonymous asked:

I love how thirsty everyone is, including me, at the prospect of getting you to write more smut for these two. Idk if it's the ship or your incredible writing (just how I like it - not overly explicit with details and deeply emotional) but it's probably both, anyway you ROCK at it

I find it so hilarious (and also flattering!) when people compliment how I write those scenes because I had never written one before chapter 8 and I almost cut sex out of Rivals altogether because I was so nervous that I wouldn’t be able to do it well. And now people keep asking for more and I have at least three (and still increasing) different chapters for the extra scenes fic with smut in them and I don’t really know how I ended up here but somehow I did 。゚(TヮT)゚。

nb-writer  asked:

Hi! I have a sudden urge to write polyamory themed fanfiction about haikyuu characters, and thinking about writing bokuteru, but sadly dont have any plot ideas?? And before I let this urge go i thought about asking those who ship them too?? So pls someone hmu thank

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If anyone’s got any bokuroteru fic requests please let this angel know, we always need more fics for those three!!!! *O* <3<3

Anon said:  Pssst. Do you ship tensemi???

I DO !!!! They’re my fave Semi ship and one of my two fave Tendou ships!!

Anon said: There’s this fanfic in AO3: Need, by ConesOfDunshire. It’s a kuroteru fanfic that you may like? Though it depends on if you like fanfics with sex or nah. I personally prefer without sex (or without too many sex) but this one I couldn’t stop reading just to know how their relationshio would evolve.

!!!!!!!!! A N O N oh my god, okay you know how sometimes you have these ships and they’re, like, good ships and you enjoy them but you’re not deep into it or anything, and then some day you find that one piece of fanwork and suddenly you’re so deep in you’re never getting out that’s an otp right there and you’re d y i n g GOD

so yeah if anyone ever wondered how I ended up shipping KuroTeru they should go read that fic that’s it that’s why

Anon said:  I just want to say that I love your art and the way you represent the bakusquad and just generally the rest of the bnha characters is amazing. Thank you for being alive.

AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you!!!!!!! Oh my god that’s!!!! Such a nice thing to say !!!!!! <3<3<3

barely-emily  asked:

38 & 42 with Steve Rogers (Captain America) please? XXX

Characters: Reader x Steve Rogers (Captain America) + Clint Barton

Warnings: fighting, mentions of death and swearing. 

Prompts: 38: “I am not losing to you again!” 42: “Is that an apology?”

Word Count: 482

A/N: Thanks for sending your requests !!

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS !


“You cannot go on the mission.” Steve demanded as soon as Fury left the room, and you crossed your arms. “You’ve just recovered from the last mission! Do I need to remind you that you almost got killed?”

“Steve, I’m an agent!” you raised your voice. “This is my job! I can handle myself!” 

“No, you can’t!” he yelled, and you gaped at him.

“How dare you.” you glowered at Steve. “Take that back.”

“No.” Steve shook his head. “I am refusing to let you go with me. You’re going to get yourself killed again.”

“You can’t control what I do.” you snapped, before storming out of the room into the hangar. You headed straight for the ship, angrily sitting down in the co-pilot seat next to Clint. He was adjusting his headset and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Everything alright, y/n?” he asked, and you gave him a halfhearted shrug. Steve came on board, and you refused to look at him. Sensing the tension, Clint chuckled. “The two of you better warm up before we start fighting, otherwise this team isn’t going to work well.”

“If you get Steve to apologise first, then sure.” you snapped, still staring ahead as Steve sighed.

“Steve, apologize.” Clint pointed at Steve then to you.

“You don’t even know what happened, Clint.” he retorted, but Clint gave him a look. “I still don’t think y/n should be on the mission with us.”

“Is that an apology?” you scoffed. “That was pretty shit, Rogers.” 

“Alright,” Steve suddenly grabbed your arm. “Can we take this to the back?”

Stomping to the back as Clint piloted the ship, you glared at Steve as he pulled you out of earshot. 

“I’m still waiting for an apology.” you snapped, and Steve leaned closer to you.

“I’m just trying to look out for you.” his voice was low, and you put your hands on your hips. 

“By doubting my abilities?” you replied, incredulous. “That’s insulting!” 

“I am not losing to you again!” Steve suddenly exclaimed, and you fell silent. “I was terrified when I heard you were barely alive and in a coma when you came back from your mission. I love you, y/n, and I can’t bear to lose you.” 

“Took you long enough to admit it, Cap.” Clint suddenly piped up, but the two of you ignored him.

“If you love me, you’ll know that I am capable of making my own decisions.” you said quietly, and Steve sighed. 

“I know there’s no stopping you when you put your mind to something.” he gave you a small smile, and you smiled back. There was a pause, as if the gravity of what Steve had just admitted to you sank it. He looked at you uncertainly, unsure of your answer. As if in response, you simply reached for his hand and squeezed it. 

Angus Macgyver x Reader: Christmas Exchange

A/N: You and your friends exchange gifts on Christmas and you knitted Mac a sweater. I dreamt this until the wasps came and made it into a nightmare.

Originally posted by beauitful-paradise

Originally posted by i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters


Riley seemed more excited about Christmas than you and the others. But, nevertheless, you went Christmas shopping with her. You made something special for Mac or as Riley called it, your imaginary boyfriend before punching her in the arm. “He’s not my boyfriend, Riley.” You always say to her before she could get the last word in. “Yes, you do. I ship you two.” She said, showing you multiple pictures she took of you and Mac together.


Like the time you had to share a motel bed together, where Mac carried you bridal style on time because you injured your foot or the time where you and Mac had to be a fake bride and groom for undercover work. You rolled your eyes. “You gonna give it to him?” She asked you. She was, of course, talking about the sweater you made him months before Christmas.

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anonymous asked:

Could you clarify Gonta and Ouma's relationship in game? I've heard that they actually hang out pre-chapter 4 (to the point of Miu saying they're spending all that time together because they're having sex, lmao) and his tears for Gonta after trial 4 were real, but a lot of people are arguing that Ouma saw him as nothing but a potential pawn/bodyguard, even before chapter 4. What are your thoughts on their relationship? Thank you!

This is definitely a complicated question and one that requires a lot of careful explanation, because of a lot of the events of Chapter 4. I’m glad you asked anon, because I’d like to do my best at attempting a little more clarification for this, because both Ouma and Gonta are incredibly important characters to the overall turning point of the game, and it’s important to understand their dynamic and the events that occurred in Chapter 4 as a result.

That being said, I’ve mentioned before in a previous post, but I’ll reemphasize a little bit: when I say “relationship” when talking about these two, I really do not ship them at all. I would not ever recommend shipping them. The ship is somewhat popular among Japanese pixiv artists recently and might have boosted a little of its popularity here on Tumblr as a result, but I can honestly say that I don’t think it would ever, ever be a healthy shipping dynamic in any sense, and when I talk in this post, I’m strictly going to be referring to “relationship” or “dynamic” in the sense of their actual interactions within the plot, and not in a sense of shipping them whatsoever.

Spoilers for Chapter 4 and onward will follow, so please don’t read past this unless you’re comfortable being spoiled that far!

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anonymous asked:

Hey Mods, a fellow Anahardt shipper here. I just wanted to ask you guys what your reactions are on the official reveal that Reinhardt is not Phara's father. I for myself still ship Anahardt, but only because I think that Pharah never really met her father before Ana 'disappeared'. I think Phara's father is the man we see in the latest comic. They don't seem to be angry or anything in the panel tho, suggesting that Pharah has a good relationship to her father. What do you guys think?

Not sure what Tiki thinks, but I honestly was never on the ‘reinhardt is pharah’s dad’ boat haha. I like the adoptive dad dynamic betwen the two. Maybe Ana and Pharah’s dads relationship ended on good terms and she visits for the holidays?

It’s Not Your Fault

Anon asked: This is gonna sound stupid but since we’re throwing things atcha how about one where reader works in communications & falls for Poe b/c she hears him all the time &feels like she knows him as he speaks to his squadrons. She only has spoken to him over the comm& has never had the courage to talk to him in person. He ends up going on a mission where he loses his two flank pilots &is alone after a fight feeling guilty & reader decides to comfort him over comm. he seeks her out after.

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Spent a long time thinking on this one, hope you like it!)

Plot Summary: You are the Communications Captain, focused on making sure Poe and his squadron make it back to the Resistance base with the intelligence they found on the First Order. You’ve never talked to him in person, but you do have a sort of, infatuation. However, when attacked by pirates, losing two of his pilots, Poe begins to doubt himself. You, on the other hand, are not going to let this pilot die at the hands of some stupid criminals.

Originally posted by dekabreak101

“Black Leader, do you copy?”

“Affirmative, Captain. What’s the situation on base?”

You had your headset on, communicating with Commander Dameron at the head table of the Communications Bay.

“Everything is stable, what’s your status?”

“We have the intel, we’re coming home.”

‘Thank god…’ You thought, swallowing as your stress melted away.

“Stay on target, you’re not close to us. It’s best you guys conserve your motors and save light-speed for the home stretch.”

“Roger that, Captain.” You blushed, listening to his voice, authoritative and comforting as he relayed your orders to his squadron.

You’ve always had a sort of schoolgirl infatuation towards the brave pilot. However, your only communication with him was that of orders and information from your desk. Truly, talking to him in person would be much too nerve-wracking.

He’s Poe Dameron. The best pilot in the Resistance, the posterboy of heroism. And here you were, the kind yet focused Communications Captain, too shy to even talk to him in person.

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Privileged (8/?)

Originally posted by aaronwarner

“When the Ark gives coordinates to an old emergency supply depot Clarke, *yn* and Bellamy set out to find it. None of them expect the events that unfold next which reveals a side of Bellamy that *yn* never expected to see. *yn* is also reunited with the one person on the Ark she cares about most.” 

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, fluff

Notes: Based on 1x08 ‘Day Trip’ of the 100.

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“So, how are you feeling?” Jasper asked. 

*yn* flickered her gaze up from the jobi nuts in front of her to look at Jasper, not missing the warning glare Monty shot Jasper at his words. Instead of snapping *yn* just smirked as she shook her head slightly.

“As good as I can be considering I was stabbed with a poisonous knife.” She quipped as she turned her attention back to sorting the nuts into smaller packets. 

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Easy Solder

written by: @sethsprincess | Brianna

prompt: i have a little prompt! army au, where clarke is a army doctor, bellamy is a lieutenant or whatever (because i don’t really understand army ranks???) and they meet in a war zone. for anonymous

word count: 1028

Clarke had seen her fair share of horrible things in four long years as an army medic. When someone asked why she did the job when it was so hard, it all boiled down to her patients. Amazingly enough, her moments of clarity happened when she stayed up late into the night making sure everyone in her beds kept breathing. This particular night, her focus was on the man in bed three. Bellamy Blake was on his third tour. He’d crashed three times since coming in sixteen hours ago with shrapnel in his abdomen, twice during surgery.

Clarke was determined that he would make it home.

“I can take over,” Jackson offered, tapping at her shoulder.

She shook her head, rubbing at her eyes as she shifted in her hardbacked chair.

“It’s my shift,” Clarke said, accepting the cup of coffee that he held out to her. “I’ll sleep…”

“When you’re dead?” Jackson cut in.

She let out a laugh before looking at First Lieutenant Blake.

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