Technical Difficulties (Thor X Fem!Reader x Steve) *Platonic
Characters: Steve X Fem!Reader X Thor
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
Warnings: Mention of innopropriate comments
Request: Could you make one where to
reader is teaching Thor and Steve how to use a mobile phone and things like
snapchat, instagram, WhatsApp etc? Love your fics :)
You were an Avenger, and one of the youngest, so like most
people your age, you had things like Snapchat and Instagram. Because you were
an Avenger, you were pretty famous on it. However you were busy in your job so
you didn’t really talk about it.
Tony had bought Steve and Thor phones and they had heard of
certain apps and decided to get them with help from Natasha and Clint, however
they then had to leave for a mission.
You held the baseball bat firmly in your grip as you stepped out onto your porch. As you made your way across the porch, your eyes searched for any sign of intruders, taking slow steps, and avoiding the planks that you knew creaked. You looked across your front yard, to the road that ran across your neighbourhood.
Out of nowhere, a body fell from above you, two voices screaming in unison: yours and someone else’s. Your first instinct was to pull the bat up behind you, ready to swing. Two hands held out in defence and continued shouting brought you out of shock.
It was Stiles.
“Stiles, what the hell are you doing?” You shouted at him, the bat still in your hands.
“You weren’t answering your phone.” Stiles simply stated as he casually hung upside down. “Why do you have a bat?”
“I thought you were a,” you hesitated slightly, “a predator.”
“A pre - I – wha–” he paused for a moment before he continued, “look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.” His tone became, somewhat, more serious.
“What for?” You asked, intrigued. You lowered the bat, calming down.
“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” He said, excitement laced his tone as he jumped down to the ground.
“A dead body?” You weren’t sure whether you were shocked or more interested as you leaned over your porch to face Stiles.
“No, a body of water,” he said in his usual sarcastic tone as he hung his arms over your porch, “Yes, dumbass, a dead body.” He clambered over the wooden beams separating the two of you. You loved it when Stiles was sarcastic. It could be annoying, but you loved it.
“You mean like murdered?” You didn’t understand why Stiles decided to inform you on a murder so late at night. He could have texted, or better yet, told you tomorrow.
“Nobody knows yet.” He started, arms resting on his hips. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s.”
“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?”
“That’s the best part. They only found half.” A smirk played on his lips, “We’re going.” He was pleased with what he had discovered.
The squeak of a tire, signalled your arrival as you both jumped out of the Jeep. The sudden cold breeze stung your skin slightly.
“We’re seriously doing this.” You knew it wouldn’t end well, but, part of you wanted to go out there with Stiles to find half of a dead body.
“You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles pointed out. You considered this. He placed his hand over your shoulder, a huge smile plastered his face. He took your hand, leading the way, a flashlight in his other.
“I was trying to get a good night sleep before our first day back in school.” You were making lousy excuses that even you weren’t believing, yourself, let alone convincing Stiles- who, by the way, never takes no for an answer.
“Is that all you’ve got?” point proven, “Come on Y/N. We’re doing this. I know that deep down, in your heart, you want to do this.” He held his hand to his heart. He was being sarcastic again. He gave you a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Because you love me.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing, “Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” You asked, passing an old decayed log, long softened by rot, and spotted with moss.
“Huh. I didn’t even think about that.” He paused. You left a whisper of your passage through the wet leaves.
“And, uh,” it dawned on you,” what if whoever killed the body is still out there?”
“Also, something I didn’t thing about,” He sighed, turning to you,” But, don’t worry, because I’ll keep you safe.” He chuckled.
“My hero,” you joked. “It’s comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” You both came to a hill. He dropped your hand for a moment to climb up the hill, placing the torch in his mouth. Once he reached the top, he held onto a tree for support, holding his hand out for you. It was your cue to climb the hill. You held his hand which enveloped yours with warmth.
“I know.” He said smugly, a small smile tugging at his lips. When you both reached the top, he instantaneously dropped to the floor, pulling you down with him, as he struggled to switch off the torch. You could see the multiple flashlights in the distance coming towards your direction.
“Wait. Come on.” Stiles pulled you up, running ahead of you.
“Stiles, wait up. Stiles. Stiles.” You called. He blindly ran through the moss encircled trees, you, just as blindly, running after him. “Stiles.” You whispered once more. It was no use.
Stiles turned, expecting you behind him, bumping into the barking of a dog. Instinctively, you stopped, and held your ground behind a tree, hidden. A thin layer of clouds masked the moon which shone above you.
“Hold it right there.” You heard someone say, probably a deputy. The dog’s barking ceased. You heart rate increased in worry for Stiles.
“Hang on, hang on.” You heard the familiar voice of Sheriff Stilinksi, which calmed you, “This little delinquent belongs to me.” You knew that Stiles was probably hiding behind his arms at that very moment, wishing not to have been caught by his dad.
“Dad,” Stiles said, in attempt to act normal, “How are you doing?”
But, he was fooling the Sheriff, “So, do you, uh, listen to all of my phone calls?”
“No,” Stiles answered, “Not the boring ones.” You smiled at his remark.
“Where’s your usual partner in crime?” He asked, knowing that Stiles made you go everywhere with him.
“Who, Y/N? She- she’s home. She said she wanted to get a good night’s sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. It’s just me. In the woods. Alone.” Stiles said, out of breath. Anyone with a brain could tell he was lying. Of course, he wouldn’t give you up though.
“Y/N, you out there? Y/N?” He sighed, “Well, young man, I’m gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy.” You peeked behind the tree to see Sheriff taking Stiles back to his car, leaving you to fend for yourself. You shook your head. Now it was just you. In the woods. Alone. You heard a thunder clap and felt cold raindrops pierce your skin.
You walked through the woods with the intention of somehow getting home. Why did you allow Stiles to use his charm and sarcasm to drag you into this? You could hear leaves crunching beneath your feet and grasshoppers clicking in the cool, night air. You looked behind you continuously, as you walked through the woods alone, pulling the hood of Stiles’ jumper over your head, hands stuffed in the pockets. Each breath you took came out like a puff of smoke, gliding smoothly over the air.
You stopped to look at your surroundings. Trees stood naked and tall as they did their macabre dance. In the distance, you could hear something, slowly getting louder, the patter of feet- no, hooves. Stags came running towards you, knocking you down. You lay on the ground, one hand in front of your face and the other rubbing your back in pain, wincing. At the same, you attempted to avoid being stomped on by the many stags that jumped over you.
Leaves hovered over the floor, disturbed by the stampede, before gently falling to the ground again. You sat up, looking around in confusion. It was silent. Too silent. Thick fog washed over the area as you stood up, dusting the leaves and mud off your clothes. You took out your phone, turning it on to use the light, in search for your keys which happened to fall out of your pocket, probably during your fall.
As you searched through the mounds of leaves, you found nothing. You moved your phone over the floor, only to see the head of a human-and the upper half of a human body. It was only half. The half that everyone was looking for. You shouted in shock, knocking yourself off your feet, rolling down a hill. You hit into several trees and branches as you fell, grunting. Once you reached the bottom of the hill, you took a deep breath, pushing yourself up off the ground, with the help of a fallen tree.
You jumped over it, groaning. You could have been in a warm bed at that very moment- but, instead, you walked through the woods alone, half a dead body to bring you nightmares for the next year or so.
A low growl from behind you interrupted your thought. You slowly turned to look, hoping to have misheard something. Just a short distance from you, was a creature, it’s eyes staring right at you. Before you had a chance to react, it jumped at you, pushing you to the ground. It was almost a cliché moment when your life flashes before your eyes. Would it kill you? You screamed in agony as it bit your lower abdomen, grabbing hopelessly at the root of a tree in attempt of escape.
Momentarily, it released you and, the second it did, you shot up, ignoring the pain the best you could, running to the nearest escape of darkness. You tripped over a branch, but immediately regained your balance, running as though your life depended on it, not looking ahead. Bright headlights of a car caught your glimpse, causing you to halt, as you shielded your eyes from it. The car swerved to the left, avoiding you successfully.
You watched it drive away, until it disappeared, catching your well-deserved breath. You remembered the bite that the wolf-like creature gave you, pulling up your shirt to see your wound. Blood oozed from it. The rain fell over your head as you pulled your shirt down. You looked both ways of the road and began walking your journey home.
Hey :-) can you please do a
LoganxReader where she teaches at Xavier’s but sneaks cigarettes. He promises
not to tell if she gives him a draw x
“Class dismissed.” You announced. You start to wash the
board as you heard chairs squeak and feet walking out the room. You worked at
Xavier’s school, and you loved it there. You had been a student yourself years
ago, but now you do the teaching. You used to be quite the trouble maker. You’d
sneak out with other mutants and go to the movies, the mall, go drinking and
However you haven’t changed very much. You had not changed
some bad habits as a teenager, it’s just that you don’t get caught anymore. You
still smoke, go to the bar sometimes, you sneak out as well for short periods
Au:“You have clearly never been on public transportation before and I’m the person you grab onto every time the Metro makes an unexpected lurch” AU. You can find that list here.
Warnings: Getting lost
Peter was sitting in Scott’s room, along with the rest of the gang.
“We should do something-” Scott started to say before being interrupted by Jubilee.
“We should go see that new movie, the one that came out on Friday.”
“You’re forgetting something.” Peter snickered “You can’t leave Scott’s car broke down.”
“Well Kurt could teleport us there, or you could run us there.” Scott suggested
“Or we could just take the subway,” Jean stated.
“That’s the train like thing, that’s underground, right?” Peter asked “I’ll just run there.”
“You’ve never been subway before!” Scott laughed “You’re coming with us! Same with you Kurt. I can’t believe u’ve never been on a subway before. That’s crazy,” Scott laughed again
“Well i’ve never needed to use one before, so what’s the point”
They walked to the nearest subway (much to Peter’s dismay,). Once they got there Peter felt kind of nervous, even though it’s just a regular transportation, Peter never needed nor wanted to use. He just ran to wherever he wanted, and ran back.
“Peter over here!” Scott called.
Peter walked over to Scott, it was to crowded in here to run, and he didn’t want to draw an attention to himself. Once Peter reached Scott, Scott tried to explain the route to him.
“It’s pretty simple, and we will be here to help you and Kurt. We start on the on the yellow subway, we stay their for 4 stops, then we get on the green one for two, the last one is red and we get out at the first stop. Follow one of us and you’ll be fine”
Peter and Kurt nodded. He would probably forget it in five minutes, but he’ll just follow the rest of the group. It will all be fine.
They stood outside of where the next subway car would come in. The car came in fast, then the doors opened. Some people exited, other stayed inside, and along with Peter others went inside. Peter looked around curiously, It was mostly filled up. The girls sat in some empty seats, and Peter, Scott, and Kurt stood up. Peter mimicked what Scott was doing, and held onto something that looked like a loop. As the subway moved Peter jerked and ran into Scott several times. In a few minutes Peter stopped paying attention, and didn’t even try to stop running into Scott.
‘It has to have been five stops by now, wait was it five stops? I’ll just asked Scott’ Peter thought to himself. Peter looked up and Scott wasn’t there ‘Maybe he just left to use the bathroom. I’ll ask Jubilee’ He turned around, but Jubilee was nowhere in sight. As if on queue the doors opened, and Peter was pushed out with the rest of the crowd.
‘If I follow the rest of the directions I should get there just fine. It’s one on the red, then two on the blue. At Least I think.’ Peter looked around, after a little bit of searching he got on and began the search for his friends.
It must have been an hour, or even two. He had tried so many different routes and colors. ‘It’s hopeless. It’s taking forever, and they’re probably at the movie already. I’ll just take this last one, go to the surface at the next stop. Hopefully I can find my way back to the mansion.’ Peter got on the last subway of the day, or at least he thought it would be the last one. Peter sighed grabbing onto the handle. He just wanted the day to be over
‘This has to be the worst ride of the day’ Peter thought. It was very bumpy and had sharp turns. He had grabbed onto the girl standing next to him so many times. She must be very annoyed by now.
The car turned sharply, and fastly. Peter didn’t mean to but he let go and grabbed onto the girl next to him. Not just grabbing onto her arm this time. He had his arms wrapped around her. He expected to get slapped or yelled at, but instead she laughed.
“I’m guessing you haven’t taken the subway before. U’ve come in and out of this car several time and you’ve grabbed onto me six or seven times. Do you need some help?”
“I-um yes, that would be nice. It’s my first time on the subway, I lost the rest of my group, and forgot my directions. I think it’s been two hours. I was trying to get to the movie theater.” He responded, still holding onto her. “I’m sorry,” He let go, grabbing the handle again.
“Your stop is about three stations past us. I can write the directions down for you if you want.” She said “I could take you if you wanted. I don’t have anything to do today, I was just going home.”
“If you wouldn’t mind could you take me. I think i’ll lose or forget any directions you give me. That’s what got me here in the first place. I’m Peter by the way.”
“I’m (y/n)! Nice to meet you!” She introduced herself.
The doors opened. (Y/n) quickly grabbed Peter’s hand, and guided him out, making sure not to lose him in the crowd. She dragged Peter to the next stop, Peter watching her closely, even if you were holding his hand. The two of them talked about random things until they reached the last stop.
“I guess this is my last stop. Thank you (Y/n),” Peter said trying to hold back a frown. He really liked talking with you.
“Can I walk you up?” She asked
They walked up together. After they reached the top Peter sighed in relief, he could finally relax and go see the movie.
“I think you missed your movie. You said you were down there for about two hours, so your friends are probably gone.” (Y/n) laughed “Do you need help getting back home?”
“Well since they’re gone, do you want to see a movie me?” He asked
“I would love to.” She responded
“Afterwards you’ll help me get to my first station though, right?” He asked
“Of course.” She answered
“Good because I totally would have gotten lost again.”
Request: sherlock x reader where the
reader is mute or deaf and she uses ASL to communicate but she is having some
problems with some ignorant people and sherlock jumps into action to help and
Your hearing had always been a problem. You had Grommets
when you were only 5, since your hearing was already bad, but it only seemed to
get worse, and by the time you were 18, there was no point in having hearing
So when you witnessed a murder, you didn’t know what to do.
You hadn’t had speech therapy and you were basically mute, so you couldn’t go
talk to someone. You tried signing to police but they couldn’t understand you.
“No, stay exactly where you are. Don’t move.” “Alright.” “Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, will you do this for me?” “Do what?” “This phone call, it’s… it’s my note. That’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note.” "Leave a note when?” “Goodbye, John.”
We should have waited but we just love it and so here it is: Our Reichenbach Fall ❤
Congratulation @johnlock-shipper221b you were right! Here for you a broken heart and a bunch of tissues :’(
I have an idea for a teachers au series with Aaron Tveit, but I’m really debating whether or not to go ahead with it? I’ve already started writing it, but I’m just curious if you guys would be interested in reading it? Who would be interested?