i sure hope all of these are marvel if not i'm really sorry

anonymous asked:

Sorry for the confusion on the request I made for the Prompto x Reader in the tent! Same scenario that the Iggy x Reader was in, where they had to be quiet when they got funky so they wouldn't wake the others xD Haha, I'm a perv... Thank you! Your writing is amazing <3

No, it’s no problem! Thank you so much for requesting, I’m so happy you like my stuff! ☺❤ I hope this is satisfactory! ☺ (excuse me while I go fan my face!) 

Prompto x Reader - sex in the tent. 
WC: 2223


It was quiet in the tent, the only sounds were the soft breathing coming from three boys fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and the quiet hushed whispers of you and your boyfriend Prompto. It was often that you two were the last to go to sleep, and you were pretty sure the rest of the group were used to your hushed whispers by now.

And it was also the reason they put the both of you in the same sleeping bag, as far away from them as the little tent would allow. You had pretended to be annoyed by this, but was actually thankful for it when the night came. It was like you and Prompto had your own little private corner of the tent, which is where you were laid now.

Prompto’s eyes went wide.

“Wow, just like that… damn [Name], that’s so good.”

“It is?” You bit your lip, pleased with his praise.

“Yeah, you should do it like that more often.”

“Hmm, maybe I will.”

“You really should. Hey, who knew that you’d be so good at King’s Knight?” Prompto marvelled, his chin on your shoulder as he watched you kick ass on your tiny mobile screen in awe. He had finally convinced you to start playing it, and to both of your surprise you were really good at it, especially the fighting element.

“Pfft, I knew, obviously. Why do you think I didn’t play it for so long? Just to spare the rest of you the pain of my skills.” You grinned at your boyfriend, who rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. He was secretly so proud of you though, and it made a nice change to see someone give Noctis a run for his money. Even if that did mean he lost to you often, like earlier that day.

“I think that’s enough for tonight though, everyone else went to sleep hours ago.” You tapped the screen to close the game and locked your phone before putting it away, the absence of the glow making it suddenly seem really dark in the tent.

Prompto yawned and stretched in your shared sleeping bag, snuggling down under the covers.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He mumbled, pulling you close so your head laid on his arm, his hand resting on your shoulder. He was so warm, and so cuddly. You enjoyed the nights with Prompto, feeling safe and loved in his arms. He felt the same about you, his free hand stroking up and down your arm, lightly tracing his fingers along your skin. Little goosebumps rose on your skin at his light touches, and you snuggled in closer to him for warmth. Prompto stifled a chuckle. She was so cute. And he still couldn’t get over the fact she was all his. She loved him, took an interest in his hobbies, looked after him in battle, confided in him, and best of all made him feel worth something.

“I am so lucky…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching her peaceful face. Her eyelids fluttered shut, her soft cheeks, the hair framing her face, her delicate lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.

He loved her so much.

Before he could stop himself, he’d leaned forward to kiss her. As their lips touched her eyes opened wide again, shocked at the surprise contact. But soon she was kissing him back, running her tongue along his bottom lip in the way that he liked, her fingers gripping at his hip, running through his hair…

He broke away, panting from the heated make out session. You smiled coyly at him, no longer tired.

“What was that for?”

By now Prompto’s actions had caught up to his brain, causing him to blush at his forwardness. His fingers played with your hair nervously, as the red deepened and spread across his cute freckled face. His sapphire eyes couldn’t keep their gaze as he answered you.

“I don’t know it’s just… you look so cute laid there and I just… I really wanted to kiss you.”

You ran a hand through his blonde hair, struggling not to giggle. He was adorable when he was flushed, and his words had really made you smile.

“Kiss me then.” You told him, his blue eyes finally meeting your gaze.

She is so beautiful

He gulped – and then brought your lips to his once more, his mouth open and hungry for your kisses. His fingers wound into your hair, holding you to him while his free hand rested on the small of your back. He let his tongue slip into your hot mouth, running along yours as he groaned softly at the contact. Eagerly you pushed yourself flush against his body, earning another moan of satisfaction. It was a heady feeling, hearing his whines of appreciation and you wanted more. Through two pairs of underwear you could feel Prompto’s growing arousal – he wanted you so badly. He was getting so worked up at your kissing, at the feeling of your body wrapped in his arms, pushed against his own. It made you feel alive.

You decided to crank the teasing up a notch and rock your hips into his. His fingers tightened in your hair as he moaned right into your mouth, his hips thrusting back into yours automatically, searching for any kind of friction.

“A..Ah…” He broke the kiss once more his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily. His eyes searched for yours, and you could see the lust reflected in them.

“[Name], we… I mean, you want to do this here?” He whispered, referring to the soft snores coming from the rest of the tent. It was a hard choice – you wanted him badly, and he definitely wanted you. But Prompto… he wasn’t the best at keeping quiet during intimate times. But as one hand brushed over the skin of your waist, and you looked at his needy, lustful face, you knew you couldn’t refuse. You had to have him.

“I have no objections.” You told him, watching with delight as his eyes widened and his teeth bit his bottom lip.

Holy fuck.

He could barely contain himself. He needed her so badly, wanted her right freaking now, and here she was offering herself to him. Fuck. He felt the painful throbbing of his arousal, straining against the fabric of his underwear and he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her.

To hell with the guys!

He sealed his lips around your collar bone, kissing and sucking at your skin, creating a trail from your throat along your jawline up until he reached your ear.

“You’re such a bad girl.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

“Mmhmm, I know.” You smiled and trailed one hand along his perfect chest, down his stomach until you reached his cock. Smiling, you palmed him through the thin fabric, watching as his eyes rolled back and closed, his hips thrusting into your touch.

“Shit, [Name]!” He hissed and rocked into your every stroke. The boy was like putty in your hands, completely receptive to your every touch.

“Prom, you have to keep it down.” You hushed, and kissed at his neck. You loved how loud he was, but right now was not the best time for that.

“S-sorry, please don’t stop…” He whined, the want in his voice so clear and so delicious. The hand on the small of your back drifted downwards, his fingers dipping into your underwear to cup your ass.

“Gods Prom, I’ve been wanting you for ages.” You whispered in his ear, achieving the desired reaction of a soft moan and a swift squeeze of your ass. You knew he loved it when you told him exactly how much you wanted him, and you could feel his cock twitch at your words.

“I’ve been thinking about that time you dragged me away from camp and pinned me against a tree, how your cock filled me up…”

Holy fucking hell. It took all Prompto had not to blow his load right there and then. That would have been embarrassing, but he loved it so much when you poured your sinful words right down his ear. Why were you so good at it? His thrusts became more desperate, wanting to feel your hands on him so bad, spurred on by your words.

Please…” His beg came out almost as a strangled cry, but you understood immediately what he wanted. And so you granted him it, ducking under the covers to pull his underwear down to his ankles, freeing his erection. Instead of coming back up, you stayed under the covers, frustrating Prompto.

“[Name]? Are you ok- oh my god!” Prompto threw his head back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your tongue sliding all the way up from the bottom of his shaft to his tip. His heart was racing, his breathing quick as the pleasure rolled over him.

She’s going to be the death of me.

“Prom, shhh!” You warned him again, listening for any signs of stirring from the boys. Luckily there were none.

“I’m sorry! You’re just so fucking good with your mouth.” He panted, his fingers gripping at the sleeping bag. Pleased, you opened your mouth and took him in again, loving the feel of him writhing beneath you, swirling your tongue along his cock.

Fuck.” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down his length. Teasingly, you let go with a soft pop, looking up at Prompto as he looked down at you, lifting the covers to see you. His blue eyes were hooded with lust, his cheeks flushed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His blonde hair was a ruffled mess from where you had touched it… he looked divine.

“I want you.” He whispered, his hands reaching for your shoulders to pull you up and out of the covers. You were driving him crazy, and he couldn’t take it much longer.

“I want you now.” His hands were ridding you of your underwear before you could say anything, causing you to gasp now. It was so forward and rarely was Prompto ever so dominating, but when he was… a spiral of pleasure shot straight down to your core. It was the hottest thing.

Gentle hands pushed you back against the pillows as Prompto rolled on top of you, looking down at you with a smile.

“I really want you [Name].”

“I’m all yours.” You told him, loving how his face lit up at the words. In no time Prompto was aligning himself with you, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. You moaned softly at the contact, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust forward into you, relishing the feel as he filled you up.

“Fuck, Prompto.” It was your turn to gasp, and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

“Put your legs around me.” You did as he asked and he closed the space between you, leaning down so his chest covered yours, drawing your lips in for another kiss as he drew back his hips and thrust into you. He ate all your whimpers and moans as he kissed you, rocking in and out of you at a slow pace. He loved to be close to you like this as he fucked you, loved to feel every inch of your body he could pressed against his.

God he just loved her.

“Prom…” She whimpered, and he sped up his pace, sliding in and out of her with ease. His kisses were urgent, desperate, matching his thrusts. Her fingers wound in his soft blonde hair, eager to find purchase. Soon your hips were meeting up with his, and both of you had long since forgotten to be extra quiet.

“Prom, you’re going to make me come.” She uttered, her lustful voice sending him over the edge.

“Me… too…” He breathed, his blue eyes watching you eagerly as you unravelled beneath him, biting your hand to stop yourself from calling his name. The sight of you coming around him with pure pleasure proved too much, and he followed with his own orgasm, his last few desperate thrusts riding it out as he buried his face in your neck.

He finally collapsed on top of you, easing out of you and laying back down by your side. Both of you were silent for a while, catching your breath and slowing your heart rate, staring up at the quiet tent ceiling.

“I’m seeing stars.” Prompto whispered after a while, making you giggle and cuddle him close.

“You’re not so bad yourself you know.”

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Do you think the others heard?” Both of you froze for a second to listen, but upon hearing the still steady snoring, relaxed.

“I don’t know how they didn’t, you were pretty loud.” You teased your boyfriend, who as predicted, turned beetroot red.

“M-me? What about you miss dirty talk.” He accused.

“Fine, I won’t do it anymore.”

“Well, l-let’s not be hasty…”

You laughed again, and Prompto brought you in close for another cuddle. He kissed you on your forehead, before whispering in your ear again.

“I love you [Name].”

“I love you too Prompto.”

Do You Think I'm Ok?

Originally posted by daddyvibe

Request: Yo, how’s it going?? I read you wanted requests and I got oone✌🏻!! :D could you do like a teamiplier x fem!reader thing, where the reader comes back from vacay and their car breaks down half way home, nobody’s picking up their phones (+she has no cash) and it’s raining like crazy? Reader is pissed, gets home and everyone is scared/confused as why Reader is completely soaked but then smbdy makes a sassy remark and they all laugh? This is so specific Aah sorry Love your fics ❤️

Summary: Fem!Reader gets stranded because her car just craps out on her so she walks home in the rain and fights the whole squad.

A/N: Hello!  Wrote this at like 3am last night and I feel ok with it. As always anything italicized is the inner thought of reader or any other character (except for the part about the voicemails obviously)! Not much to say about this one except it was so difficult to find a gif of the entire team. This is the best I could find and Kathryn is barely visible :( Seriously though why is the teamiplier tag so empty when it comes to gifs? Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Wordcount:1232, not too long I guess

Request some more! I don’t have class unil later tonight so I have plenty of free time and hope to post a couple more times today! Then after today spraaang breeeak sah dude keep me busy over break pls

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His Hair: Part 3

I got the last part finished for you guys, so here it is! @strongenoughfoundation you asked to be tagged, so I couldn’t forget to, haha. Hope you like it! More is coming soon! :3

The third time you noticed, you were at home, messing around in the kitchen.

You didn’t normally cook that much (as you were admittedly not very good at it), but you liked the simple distraction it offered on lonely evenings. And it was a lonely evening. Lin wouldn’t be back until a little later; something was going on today with a few cast members that he hadn’t told you about. When you’d asked what it was, he just got this nervous, goofy smile on his face and said it was a surprise.

So, you may or may not have been dying to know what it was all day. But you’d have to wait, so you knew that you should try to keep yourself busy until then.

Sighing to yourself, you leaned against the counter and squinted at the cook book propped open before you. The side of your half-zipped jacket flopped off your arm as you did, but you didn’t bother to pull it up. It was a jacket of Lin’s after all, it’d been falling off of you all day because it was too big. But you liked it too much to not wear it.

“Ugh, I need a bowl,” you muttered under your breath. Straightening up, you cast a glare up at the shelves above you. You weren’t very tall, so this was bound to be interesting. Lifting up onto your toes, you reached up as high as you could. You could get the cabinet open fine, but the mixing bowl you needed was on the highest shelf inside. “Dammit,” you mumbled, dancing around on your toes to stay balanced and swiping at the bowl in vain. “Goddammit, why am I short?”

“Need some help?”

The arrival of another voice scared the crap out of you and you yelped as a pair of arms snaked around your waist from behind. It took you only a moment to recognize the voice as Lin’s though, and you relaxed with a huff. “Lin, you gave me a heart attack,” you complained, automatically setting your hands atop his on your stomach.

He snickered and you felt him leaning his forehead against the back of your head, lips touching your neck. “Sorry,” he mumbled into your skin, breath warm and sending a delighted thrum down your spine.

Sighing defeatedly, you relaxed against him, back against his chest. You didn’t feel much need to talk at the moment, though you were already starting to wonder what his “surprise” had been. But it was nice to just…be together after a day apart. You felt a sleepy contentedness in his arms and decided that you could stay like this for the rest of the day. His lips grazed your neck again and you tilted your head to invite more. He pressed soft kisses up the line of your throat to the place beneath your ear and you tried to hide the way your breath hitched. Suddenly, you weren’t so sleepy anymore.

“S—so what was the surprise you wanted to show me?” you asked. You needed some kind of distraction from him or you were going to forget all about what you were cooking two minutes ago.

He laughed sheepishly, starting to withdraw his arms from you. “Well, uh…I guess I just hope you like it.”

Your curiosity was definitely piqued now and you were grinning as you made to turn around. “What is it?” you asked eagerly. “Did you—?” You broke off with a surprised gasp, as you came face-to-face with a nervous Lin.

His fingers slid into his jeans pockets and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a sure sign that he was uneasy. But that wasn’t what had made you gasp. It was his hair.

He’d cut it. The messy bun you’d grown used to was replaced by a shorter, dark wave that swept over his forehead and edged down toward his eye. You blinked, not quite used to the way it made him look now. “Wow, you really got it all cut,” you remarked, stepping closer.

He gave you a hesitant smile, biting his lip. “Do you like it?”

You had to smile back, because this was Lin being bashful, and it was honestly too cute. “Let me see,” you chirped, walking up to him with head cocked in mock thoughtfulness. When you were close enough, you slipped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. There was a quiet noise of surprise and then he was kissing you back, tilting his head. His hands moved to your waist to reel you in closer and he did that thing you loved, biting gently on your bottom lip. You slid your hands up into his hair in reply, marveling at the cut strands feathering between your fingers. Then you curled your fingers in it and pulled. Lin whimpered against your mouth and you grinned, pulling away to lean your foreheads together.

“Yeah,” you breathed, looking into those soulful eyes you loved, “I like it. I really like it.”

He huffed a laugh, breathless and shaky. “Thank God. It would’ve taken me a while to grow it out again.”

“You’d do that for me?”



“Only because you said you really liked it now.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

When GM- O394 bursts through the doors, it gives new meaning to the word “miracle” and Midorima, for all that he believes very strongly in the accuracy of horoscopes, has a hard time believing that such a thing like this could actually happen.

But it did happen. It is happening. Orange is still alive.


There are two kinds of ghosts, Midorima thinks after the Special Diet is over. It was one thing to have 7284 reappear in his life, like an ugly nightmare coming back to haunt him. 7284, and Gray, and Generation Jabberwocky—they were all Projects Midorima hadn’t expected to see again (he’d never expected to see any of them, ever again) and to learn that they had survived was just the bitter remnants of hell, returning to earth to make sure Generation Miracle never finds peace.

But then there were ghosts like Orange. Not demons, but the kind that haunt you all the same.

The kind that remind you that you don’t deserve to find peace.


He doesn’t approach Orange during the party afterwards—he figures the respectful thing to do would be to let Kuroko talk to him first. Midorima marvels at the fact that Aomine and Murasakibara have no trouble at all approaching Orange (Hinata Shouyou, he reminds himself); it is not a surprise that Momoi does as well. And it is not a surprise that Akashi and Kise don’t approach him (in the same way it is not a surprise that he doesn’t).


“It really doesn’t bother you that he is not human?” Midorima asks the tall, lanky volleyball player with spiky black hair. Kuroo Tetsurou had invited him to play on their “Volley-Basketball” team, and made sure that Midorima felt involved. Midorima wasn’t expecting this generosity from a stranger, a volleyball player no less; he’s never known what to do with friendly people. But somehow they end up talking anyway, and it’s not as hard as he thought it would be to ask Kuroo a serious question.

“Why would it?” Kuroo replies, so earnest Midorima has to believe that he’s not being sarcastic. “Number ten is a great player on a great team, and that’s all that matters.”

“But you are ensuring that you will play against him in the future,” Midorima insists. “If you lose, you—” he has to stop because he’s not sure how to formulate the rest of his question. He still can’t believe all these people came to support Orange. (Well he can, Orange was always the most outgoing of the Miracles, but it’s still strange). Not just Orange’s (Hinata’s) school, but schools they’ve played against, schools they won against, all coming here to say they wanted Hinata to keep playing.

Whenever the Miracles played basketball against humans, there was extraordinary bitterness about their “monster-like” abilities. Even though Orange was never a Success, he would still have natural athleticism humans would envy. Why would the teams gather to support that?

“We’ve beat him before,” Kuroo says, sounding mild. “Every practice game we’ve ever played against Karasuno, actually. Like Oikawa said, Karasuno is a gifted team, but not an inhuman one. And I really want to play against them in an official game.”

He doesn’t think he’ll lose, Midorima realizes. But then, maybe it wouldn’t make a difference to him, even if he did.


As the day comes to a close, Midorima ends up standing next to Kise. Kise is the only other Miracle who never approached Hinata Shouyou, and now they won’t have the chance.

“It’s kind of a kick in the balls, isn’t it?” Kise says, offhand.

Midorima pushes up his glasses. “That’s not how I would have phrased it, but… yes.”

“It was bad enough when it was just Kurokocchi,” Kise says, and Midorima knows exactly what he’s talking about.

Black and Orange were not Successes, and the rest of them knew that, and left them behind. They could have helped Orange more, they could have helped Black more, but they didn’t. They left them to die. Black helped them escape anyway.

And now Orange saved them, too.

It was easy to think that they were not good people, and that it was not their fault they weren’t. It was very hard to see people who had it worse than they ever did still show kindness.

“We should have probably said ‘thanks,’ at least,” Kise says.

“Next time,” Midorima says, not sure if there will be a next time, but finds that maybe he hopes there will be. Maybe next time, he’d be ready to say thanks.

Maybe next time, he can apologize.

A/N: So I’ve had this collection of asks for awhile now, and finally I am responding! I thought it was valid to wonder what the other Miracles’ thought about Hinata’s reappearance, but it would have been too much to go into everyone, so I chose to focus on Midorima’s thoughts. I combined these three asks since they all more or less seemed related. It, uhh, all ended up a lot angstier than expected, but @iamsmaughearmerawr and anon-friends, I hope you enjoyed!! (also, @iamsmaughearmerawr, sorry this took so long and that you weren’t feeling well! I hope you’re feeling better now). Thanks for the prompts!


Arc-V AU where ¾ bracelet girls said ‘fuck it’ and joined Zarc because after all the shit they’ve been through I would have quit

Idk where this came from but the idea of the girls using the dragons is really appealing to me and like for some reason I really like ‘protags give up and fall into darkness’  trope lol.

Also I incorporated the “Yuu boys are actually their dragons” theory cause I love it.

Yuzu runs as fast as her tired legs will let her. The once beautiful ocean-sided town in the Fusion dimension is now in shambles and not a single soul besides Yuzu can be found. With the town deserted the only sounds that can be heard are Yuzu’s harsh breathing, her steps against the ruined ground, and the three metal bracelets hooked onto her belt loop that cling every time she takes a step.

She’s so tired. The remaining Lancers are nowhere to be found and each day Zarc’s reign expands further and further throughout the dimension.

Maybe I should just stop fighting. Just like….

Yuzu shakes her head.

No I can’t. I have to save them. All of them.

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I'm Glad It's You (Dad!Tony / Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: While shopping, Y/N comes across a celebrity who seems to take an unusual liking to her.


Sighing, you pushed your shopping trolley along the aisle. You put all your might into nudging the trolley around the corner. Suddenly, you heard a crash, followed by your trolley spinning out of control. You hurried around the corner to see what you hit, only to see a man lying on the floor, groaning in pain.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, sir! Are you alright!” you exclaimed, reaching your arm out to help him up.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, really. Been through worse,” he chuckled, standing up. That’s when you saw his face, and you stepped back in shock.

“Well, I’d say so, you’re Iron Man!” you exclaimed, only to be met by him shushing you.

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I’m trying to study! Part 2

Originally posted by coralineseye

Bucky x Reader College AU  

Catch up here!


Here is part two! 

Word count: 1760

Warnings: fluff!

“GOD FREAKING DAMMIT!” Your scream makes Wanda chuckle nervously and grip her drink slightly tighter. Nat simply rolls her eyes.

“You’re so dramatic, (Y/n)! It’s just monopoly!” She says, looking at her nails in boredom as you nearly tear your hair out.

“I’m losing to both of you! That’s not even fair!” you reply, pouting at her. Girl’s night was usually fun, but you were VERY competitive. Hence the fact you were getting mad over a simple game, much to the amusement of your friends.

Nat laughed. “You were never good at banking, (Y/n). I’m not surprised you keep losing at monopoly, either.”

It was hard for you to keep being angry, probably due to the fact both your friends were laughing. In the end, you gave in and laughed along, shoving the game back into the box and picking up your own drink.

“So, (Y/n)”, Wanda wiggled her eyebrows once the three of you have calmed down, making you gulp. “Nat told me you like a certain someone, that true?”

You huffed. “I told you already – I do not like Bucky. He’s just my friend.”

Wanda covered her mouth as she laughed. “Who said anything about Bucky?”

Your cheeks instantly turned red, having fallen right into your friends’ trap. You open and close your mouth like a fish, but no suitable response could be found in your head. Soon after, you simply give up and shake your head, looking at your drink.

Wanda and Natasha were practically rolling around laughing, while you sat on your couch, giving them the evil eye.

“Come on, (Y/n)”, Nat smirked. “The way you blush and stare at him when he isn’t looking is enough to convince anyone you have the hots for him. Might as well share your feelings with us.”

You rolled your eyes, but gave in anyway. “Fine. I like him, big deal. But who doesn’t? He’s just so cute and sweet and basically a giant cuddly Bucky bear…”

Your friends nod and keep their eyes on you, urging you to continue.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want a guy like that?” You continue, curling your legs on the couch. “Not to mention he’s friends with pretty much anyone that wants to be his friend. That guy’s gold, no doubt about that.”

“Jeez, (Y/n)”, Natasha chuckles. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

You gasp at your friend’s suggestion. “Are you crazy, Nat?! He’s my best friend! He doesn’t feel that way about me. And if I told him, I’d ruin our friendship! I don’t think I could be able to live with myself if I did that.”

Wanda clears her throat. “Natasha’s right, (Y/n). You will regret it if you don’t say anything. Plus I’m pretty sure he likes you back. Have you seen the way he looks at you? It’s obvious he likes you back.”

You shake your head quickly. “Better safe than sorry, guys. I’m not saying anything.”

The girls sigh and shake their heads, while you are left to ponder your own feelings and the truth of your friends’ words.

By the time Wanda leaves and Natasha goes off to bed, it’s already way past midnight. You’re absolutely exhausted and struggling to keep your eyes open as you turn off the light and climb into your bed. Talking to the girls is fun, but they make your mind wander into dangerous territory you’d rather not visit (should I add it’s your love life?). The result is that you’re pretty much falling asleep while standing and completely ready to hit the hay and forget about everything.

As you’re about to fall asleep, your phone rings, making you grumble and pick up without checking the caller ID. “Hello?” you mutter in a groggy voice.

“Oh gosh, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry…” A quiet voice sounds from the phone. Bucky.

You immediately sit up and rub your eyes. “No, no, it’s fine. I wasn’t asleep yet. Is everything alright?”

“Um…” You can hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. “I t-think I’ve deleted that essay from my computer. You know, the one about world peace? Can you please tell me how I can find it again? Is it even possible? You’re the best computer person I know, and I’ve put in a lot of effort into this. If I don’t have it for tomorrow I’m gonna get a failing grade and that won’t be so good because you know how strict Professor Fury is and I’m gonna be so far behind and please can you help me? I mean you don’t have to because you seem really tired but-“

“Bucky!” You cut off his word vomit quickly, as he sounds like he’s about to cry. “Of course I can help you find that essay, it’s no problem.” You chuckle slightly, hoping to calm him down.

“Really?” Bucky lets out a sigh, sounding very relieved. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver, I swear”

You laugh, already putting on your clothes and pulling a brush through your knotted hair. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll be over in about five minutes.”

Bucky laughs in relief, the sound making your stomach flutter. “Thanks, doll. I owe you.” He hangs up, and you’re still standing in one spot with a huge blush on your face, secretly loving the way he just called you ‘doll’.

“All you have to do is type the name of the essay in here, and the program finds it for you. Do you understand?” You tell Bucky, making sure to show him every step of retrieving the document, in case he does something like this again in the future. When Bucky nods, you continue your small tutorial, successfully finding the essay and putting it back on the hard drive of the brunet’s laptop. “Simple as that”, you grin, turning to face him. “If you ever lose a document in the future, at least you’ll know what to do.” You laugh, poking Bucky’s side.

Bucky blushes slightly, embarrassed that he asked you for your help so late at night. “Thanks a lot, (Y/n). I asked Steve, but he had no clue about this, either. I’m so sorry about interrupting your bedtime.” He looks down, mumbling a bit.

“Nonsense!” You shake your head at him, putting the laptop over. “Stuff like that happens to everyone. You have nothing to apologize for.” You stretch, while Bucky picks up his laptop and emails the essay to his professor before he can do anything else to it. When he finishes, the man grins and gives you one of his massive, worth-dying-for bear hugs. You blush and hug him back, your heart going faster and faster everything second, feeling like it’s about to burst. You wish you could stay in his arms forever, as it feels like you’re in a safe haven, like nothing could harm you. Sadly, he pulls away too fast for your liking, leaving you quite flustered.

“Well uh… I’d better get back now. You know, Nat will be worried…” You laugh, quickly running your hand through your hair. Bucky nods and goes to open his front door for you, but stops abruptly.

“Um…we have a problem, (Y/n).”

“Huh? What is it?” You move over beside him, immediately feeling all the energy leave you when you take a glance outside.


Lots of rain.

And by lots, I mean rain so heavy it’s pretty much a storm.

“Oh no…” You mutter, glancing down at your hoodie and jeans. There wasn’t a single article of clothing on you that could help protect from the harsh weather outside.

Bucky looked outside helplessly for a few moments, before turning around to face you. “Well, doll, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go out into that weather, even if you had a raincoat, which you don’t.”

You blushed once again, looking up and meeting his gaze. “What else am I supposed to do?”

Bucky gives you a smirk before pointing to his apartment. “You’re staying the night, (Y/n). Get comfortable, because I’m not letting you leave until morning.”

Your eyes widened massively at his suggestion, almost making you choke on your own spit. “What? No Bucky, it’s ok! I’ll just wait until the storm is over and leave. Really, it’s fine.”

Bucky shook his head. “What if it doesn’t pass until morning?” He points out.

You look down, not too happy with the fact that Bucky was right. You didn’t mind camping out in the boys’ apartment; it was actually quite fun. But the idea of spending the night with your crush made you feel dizzy. After all, what if you did something wrong and made him mad? Or worse, what if he found out you like him?

Finally, you nod slowly. “Alright then.”

Bucky grins at you and you feel like you’re about to pass out from the feeling of your heart bursting from your feelings towards the handsome brunet.

“Nope, I’m taking the couch.” You shake your head firmly, standing your ground. Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You’re a guest! I’m not letting you take the couch!” He argues, crossing his arms.

You weren’t about to let him win, so of course your tired, muddled head could only come up with one solution: compromise.

“Fine then, let’s both sleep on the bed.”

Bucky stops for a second, then looks you straight in the eye and smirks. “If you say so, doll. I’m not gonna complain.”

Your brain is screaming at you to back down, but if there’s one thing everyone knows about you, it’s that you NEVER back down from a challenge. So, putting a brave smirk on your face, you grip Bucky’s hand and drag him along to his bed, murmuring something like “Stupid idiot” along the way.

“Whoa, doll, if you wanted to get into bed with me, all you ever had to do was ask.” Bucky smirks at you, climbing into bed beside you and pulling you close to his chest to stop you from falling off the side of the small bed.

You scoff and blush, your heart fluttering at how close you are to Bucky. “Yeah, whatever. Shut up and sleep, Bucky.”

Bucky chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Night, (Y/n). Sleep well.” After that, his breaths even out and before you know it, he’s asleep.

You stay awake long after that, unable to calm your racing heart and only one thought forming in your tired head.

I’m head over heels for him, dammit, what should I do?

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Drunk Tired (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Could you possibly write a reader insert where the reader takes sleeping medication and she admits to Bucky that she likes him while she’s on it? I take sleeping meds and when I do(I drink dos equis) I mumble random stuff, am really blunt and everything is the funniest thing on the planet. Anyways, your writing is pretty amazing. Thank you🙂

Warnings: Alcohol use (??)

A/N: So yeah. I’m sorry you haven’t been hearing much from me lately. I’ve been busy with camp and vacation and getting ready for school. I’ve been going through a lot of personal stuff along side writers block with Marvel stuff which hasn’t been all that great. But I’ve managed to get this one out with a couple more one shots to follow! I hope you guys like it and I hope you have a great day/night!


“You really think having this ‘sleepover team bonding’ thing is really a good idea?” I asked digging through my desk drawer, trying to find the bottle of sleeping pills.

“Yeah. I think it’s a great idea. Athletes do it all the time.” Tony said leaning on the door frame.

“Yeah but we’re not athletes. And I’m pretty sure they don’t do sleepovers in someone’s living room. Or sleepovers period.” I said.

“I mean it’s a proven fact that spending time together creates bonds.”

“Positive or negative?” I asked leaning back in my office chair.

“Debatable.” Tony said sitting down in the chair in front of my desk.

“Of course. But I’m not even an 'Avenger’ per se. I’m an office worker.”

“Coordinator.” Tony said.

“What a title!” I said mockingly, tossing the bottle of pills from hand to hand.

“It’s a better title than worker. And what are the pills for?” Tony asked looking at me with crooked eye contact.

“Sleeping pills.” I said shaking the bottle in front of his face before I put the bottle into my purse along with the rest of my items.


“I have sleeping problems. Maybe you should spend more time getting to know your employees. Especially your oh so high and mighty coordinator.” I said before leaving my office. “Turn off the light when you leave.” I said back to Tony.


“Hey.” I said to the group of Avengers as I threw my bag on the chair.

“Hello!” Thor said smiling. Bucky waved quietly. I waved back.

He and I met when I was debriefing him for a mission with Cap. I don’t know exactly what, but something about Bucky drew me to him. Even if it was just the fact that he was usually quiet. That was something that you never see at the tower, so it was desirable by my standards. He wouldn’t talk much. He would just watch. Bucky was very observant at all times. I don’t know exactly why, but it was calming to see even.


For the next 3 hours, we sat in a circle on the floor doing team building exercises - rather - Tony was trying to get us to do team building exercises but we ended up ignoring everything he had to say and playing Cards Against Humanity.

It was around 11:18pm when I got up to take my pills. They took a bit to kick in so I take them at least an hour before I actually want to sleep.

I held two pills in one hand, Dos Equis in the other. “Hey, just so you guys know, I get kind of loopy when I take these pills. So…”

“Oh joy. Exactly what we needed. Another drunk tired person.” Tony said with his face in his hands. “This did not go as I planned it!”

“Coordinator does her job well then?” I asked before swallowing the pills.

“Yeah…” Tony said quietly.

“What was that?”

“Yeah. She does.”

“Haha!” I said in triumph. Bucky watched from the circle on the floor with a small smile on his face.


“Wait, what do you mean I can’t eat the banana?” I slurred. “It’s fruit. It’s healthy.”

“It’s fake.” Natasha said smiling.

“Eat your fruit before it eats you, Stacy!” I said.

“Stacy? Who’s Stacy?” Steve asked coming into the kitchen.

“A kid who didn’t eat his fruit, Steve! The banana got angry and flung itself at him.” I said throwing the apparently plastic banana to the ground.

“Let’s get you to the couch so you can lay down.” Natasha said.

“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Bucky is getting lonely.” She said.

“Bucky! No Bucky don’t be lonely!” I ran into the living room hitting my hip on the couch in the process. “Bucky! Don’t be lonely! I love you! You’re too handsome and nice and amazing and I love you!” I said wrapping Bucky in my arms almost knocking him off balance.

“I swear she’s drunk.” Tony said to himself.

“Uh. Um. You love me?” Bucky’s voice vibrated through his chest.

“Yeah Buck. Of course I love you!” I said. I felt his hands on my back.

“I-I love you too you know. I’ve loved you for a while.”

“You do?” I asked yawning as I looked into his eyes.

“Y-yes.” Bucky said, his cheeks turning pink.

“Yay…! Bucky loves me too…” I said drifting off in Bucky’s lap. “Night night Bucky.”

“Night (Y/N).” He said holding me close to him.


Fury the matchmaker

Summary: You meet Steve and see his eyes for the first time.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.140

Warnings: Nope

A/N: My first fic, yay! I’m gonna tag a few people at the end of this, I hope it’s okay. If you want to be tagged or un-tagged, just let me know :)

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

You were currently strolling down the S.H.I.E.L.D HQ, searching for Natasha Romanoff, as you two agreed to train. Slightly concerned of her lateness you began to walk faster, jogging down the long hallway, just to hear your phone ringing.

Without even looking at the caller ID you answered it with an irritated:

“Hello? “

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), why so annoyed? Ah, no need to answer, I don’t even care. I need you to come to my office as soon as possible, get it? “

With a sigh you answered. “Sure thing director Fury, I’m already on my way. See you in a min. “

You ended the call and made your way to Furys office. You were a S.H.I.E.L.D agent just like Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton so it was no rarity that the director ordered you to his office.

Arriving at your destination, you let yourself in after knocking and sat down in front of Furys desk.

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fic: for the feeling that i get when you are gone

Steve/Tony | Post-Civil War | 820 words | Mpreg | Part 1/3 (4???)

Post-CA:CW angsty mpreg because I’m…me. The second part will be epistolary.

Tony is supposed to be helping Rhodey when he starts to feel weak.

Rhodey manages to catch the bar and hold them both up, despite everything. “You okay?”

It takes Tony a second to catch his breath and he feels like he’s going to throw up, but he nods. Swallows down the bile. “Yeah. Completely fine. You?”

Rhodey huffs and Tony extricates himself from his friend. Rhodey doesn’t look as convinced as Tony would’ve hoped. “You need to see a doctor, Tony.”

“You’re the one who needs a doctor. Best in the world. Available to you anytime.” Tony manages to snag a waste basket in time to puke.


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The Ghost (Part 1)

Steve x Reader (eventually)

Based on this prompt here: http://hymnofthevalkyries.tumblr.com/post/148148445176/hardboiledegg21-oh-man-i-need-someone-to-write

Requested by: Well, @hardboiledegg21 issued the challenge, and I accepted it. :P

Word Count: ~980 (short for an introduction :P)

Warnings: Swearing (foul-mouthed reader), Violence, Blood, at least for this first part (warnings may change as the story continues… possible future warnings of depression and smut. More than likely fluff)

A/N: Sooo, I decided to put this in parts, because I just have so many awesome ideas to go for this, and so many devious things planned. I don’t usually plan parts, and this will be my second time doing so, so I hope you enjoy???? I’m sorry it’s so short!!! I wanted a solid introduction for the character :P


   You wandered the streets of New York silently, stalking your prey. To say you were one of the bad guys… a villain? Oh, they could be right. You usually targeted people you had a grudge against. You were a nobody, and the list you had was quite long. All your life, you had been kicked around by everyone you knew, and it turned you into a cold person. You didn’t kill your victims… you had something far better in store for them.

   You had no need for powers. Such a thing was such a common occurrence nowadays with all these superheroes running around (you mostly ran into Spiderman at times like these, but you had your run ins with a few of the Avengers and had given them a run for their money).

Your knowledge of weaponry was vast, and your quick reflexes made you someone that was becoming quite a handful. Your attitude caused some issues, but that whole cliché of ‘not being loved enough as a child’ was certainly to blame here. You were absolutely hard-headed, and no one could talk you out of what you were doing.

   You snuck up on your prey, a man about your age. Oooooh, it was one of the ones you had developed a small crush on, and he threw it in your face, laughing all the way. Petty? Yes. But you were going to make sure he never forgot your face. He looked nervous, probably sensing your rage from behind him. You weren’t expecting him to have the balls to carry a gun, but there it was, and you were impressed. He whipped around, and saw your face, he instantly paled. And shot.

   Now, did you really think weaponry and reflexes would make you that intimidating, and so hard to defeat? Oh no. Even as the bullet entered your skull, everything went white for a moment, before it all came back to light with a searing pain in your face and your head.

   Forgot to mention you’re immortal, well… sort of. You still got sick and aged, so your immortality really only worked on physical injuries, much to your despite. You thought living forever would be interesting. All these people you’re hunting? Thought you died in a car crash years ago. (So usually their minds would snap thinking they were being hunted by a ghost, and you’d leave them where they lay, screams of horror making you smile wide. Oh revenge is so sweet. And we won’t even mention the healing process from that one… ouch.)

   This wasn’t any different. Your newest victim fell flat against the wall, screaming and begging for your forgiveness. No one gave you such a kindness, why would you give it back? You walked over and leaned down, whispering into his ear. “Oh my sweet, old friend. I will continue to haunt you, until my last breath.” you sweetly cooed at him, before standing straight and walking off. You had a wild smile on your face at your victory, and you quickly ran into another alley when you saw the cop cars rushing to the scene. You got back to your apartment, closing the door behind you and turning on the news. “The Ghost” they called you, only because that’s the only name your victims gave. They were so mentally snapped by that point, it’s all they could think about.

   Now to take care of that bullet. You sauntered over to your bathroom, and looked in the mirror. There was the hole in your head from where the bullet went in, and you sighed softly. “Great, this isn’t going to be easy to get out…” you mumbled, finding a pair of small pliers. Man, you knew this was going to hurt, but you had to get it out so the wound could actually heal (Yeah, another flaw. Awesome.) You went into the drawer on your vanity and pulled out a rag, twisting it up tight and biting down. Couldn’t risk biting your tongue again, that took way too long to heal last time.

   You always hated trying to do stuff like this. No matter how many times you had to dig into your body to pull some strange thing out that prevented that super healing, it made your stomach churn and the cringing was almost impossible to hold back. You had to do it, though.

   Sparing the more gruesome details of the extraction (the blood, the pain… you know.), something went terribly wrong. The pain of taking the bullet out was bad enough, but this new pain? It was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was searing, like your mind was on absolute fire. The rag dropped out of your mouth as you let out a scream. (Luckily your little apartment was in an abandoned building… no one could hear you.) You dropped to your knees, and everything went dark in your vision.

   Was this what dying was actually like? The pain… it was so unbearable… and then? Nothing.

   Your eyes fluttered open for what seemed like the first time, and you sat up and held your aching head. You couldn’t remember why it was aching, or why there was blood all over the floor. How did you get here…?

   Shit… what was your name again?


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ca:civil war trailer-inspired headcanon

Okay, okay, I know I am NOT ALLOWED ON TUMBLR RN but, like, look guys the CW trailer came out and I had to just swing by to check and-


So, basically, we see from the trailer that Bucky can now recall lots of details about Steve and that is essentially how he proves to Steve that he is no longer the Winter Soldier. He can remember the past and he remembers Steve and everything is good in that area.

BUT- what if he only remembers Steve. That is, what if Steve was the one safe thing that he can allow himself to remember, that hasn’t been completely corrupted by Hydra and so he knows everything about Steve (and he spends hours repeating those facts over and over because those are the things he wants to remember, if he says them loud enough – Steve used to ace spelling quizzes, teachers used to try to get Steve to stay late so the kids wouldn’t have the chance to pick on him, Steve stuffed his shoes with newspaper and extra rags in his pockets – if he says them loud enough, he could drown out mission details that are constantly running through his head, names that he is supposed to get to, facts and figures about guns that he doesn’t want to know) and he knows somethings about himself in relation to Steve but he-

He doesn’t let himself remember facts about just him. Doesn’t let himself or maybe can’t because Hydra has twisted them and maybe the Winter Soldier was based off his own personality, his own violence and-

He keeps it to Steve. He knows who Steve is and he knows who he is when he’s with Steve.

No personal details.

And I’d imagine that he limps along like this for a while. Steve is the only one who would notice and when he is with Steve, he is fine.

(When Steve hits his shoulder like that, he is supposed to duck his chin and roll his eyes; when they get a chance to be in a car, he makes sure to put on old timey jazz; when they fight together, he has to make sure the other guy comes after him more…)

So he’s fine and there’s fighting and craziness and he doesn’t have time to worry about it.

And then, after maybe (or maybe during), something simple happens. Something like- They are eating breakfast at a little diner and Bucky grins and tells the waitress “I’ll have what he’s having” with a nod to Steve and Steve doesn’t notice because he’s in the middle of a story or a call with Nat and the food comes – waffles topped with strawberries and blueberries – and Bucky digs in, but Steve hesitates and-

“Buck,” Steve says and the note of alarm in his voice is enough to send Bucky’s fork clattering to its plate.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You hate strawberries,” Steve says. And Bucky can’t figure out if it is question or suspicion in his voice and he freezes because he doesn’t know how to explain that he didn’t bother recalling any of his personal preferences, not when they don’t matter – not after what he’s done – not when going back to his own past might call up something-

“Oh,” he says and he is surprised to realize that it’s true. He doesn’t particularly enjoy the tart flavor bursting across his tongue, he just hadn’t considered being able to change it and didn’t think that it mattered but Steve is still looking at him with concern and he has to do something and- “Right. Uh- I didn’t actually hear what you ordered. When I said to get me the same.”

Steve still makes no move to eat his own food.

“My mistake,” Bucky says, picking up his fork and diving back in. He shrugs with one shoulder – the same move he uses when Steve is worried he’s hurt – “Not gonna waste it, though, right? People these days waste too much.”

It’s a common complaint between them and Steve nods and it’s a bit stilted but he picks up his fork and starts eating and Bucky remembers the steps to this dance well enough and has even picked up a few new steps these past weeks and-

There. Crisis averted.

Except, obviously, something that big – that Bucky doesn’t remember anything about himself – that can’t stay hidden forever.

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anonymous asked:

This weekend has really sucked and I can't get away from the house and I'm sad and I don't know what to do other than sitting around, thinking of scenarios with Bucky or something. God I just wish I lived in that universe I can't stand this anymore.

Originally posted by barsnes

“What’s your favourite Oreo?” you heard Bucky ask seriously, you turned as Bucky stared intently at Sam, you held back a chuckle as Bucky opened the red velvet packet of Oreo’s.

“Double stuff” Sam replied almost instantly, Bucky nodded for a while “classic Oreo but double the good stuff, no doubt if that ain’t your favourite; you’re dead to me” Sam finalised. 

“Red Velvet and Peanut butter are amazing, don’t bother arguing with me, boy” Bucky pointed with his metal finger “classic Oreo’s are boring, sure add the double cream but c’mon, red velvet and peanut butter are the bomb” you could hardly believe this was happening to you.

Sam and Bucky had an argument at LEAST twice a day, it was all in fun and part of their friendship, to tease and annoy each other but this… was hilarious. They seemed to find anything to argue over, now it was about biscuits and food, they were arguing over the fact they didn’t get each other’s favourite Oreo’s flavour.

“Some people like the traditional Oreo; those people will strive and conquer the world” he begins with a smile “and there are people who like the odd limited edition flavours; those people will fall into dismay and die a brutal death, alone and sad.” Bucky raised his eyebrows at Sam’s straight face, Sam clasps his hands together and rests them on the table, quirking an eyebrow at Bucky,

“(Y/N), tell Sam how wrong he is” Bucky whined loudly, you chuckled at Bucky, resting hands on his broad shoulders and smirking at Sam who was grinning also.

“I’m sorry but… Darwinism plays into this Buck” he lifts his head and looks at you, you look down with a straight face “Natural selection will kill those people off who prefer the limited edition flavours to the classic, you can’t beat the original, simple as that” you shrug, Sam chuckled at you, Bucky frowned at you, pouting slightly.

“B-but birthday cake is good” Bucky mumbled, within an instant yourself and Sam started to wholeheartedly agree, saying how you both could eat them for days and Bucky frowned “I don’t understand” he grumbled, you chuckled and kissed his cheek, before stealing a red velvet Oreo, and Sam did the same with a smug smile.  

(Hope things get better for you, doll. Hate to hear that our family is sad or not having a good time, I hope this made you smile and lifted your spirits, got influenced by the gif and decided if it makes me laugh… you will too. Love you, so very much - Ro)

A Little Shove

Originally posted by xmensource

Requested by you-don’t-care-what-my-name-is: can you do something with Banshee????? Maybe where Erik gets you to push him off the satellite instead of him. Can it be cute and fluffy and maybe a kiss is involved eventually?????

Pairing: Sean Cassidy x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: X-Men

“He’s not going to do it” you mumbled as you watched Sean stare down at the ground below. You had come all the way to the top of this satellite to see Sean try to fly again but he didn’t seem as if he was going to be able to make the jump.

“Perhaps he could use a little bit of encouragement” Erik suggested raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”.

The man took a step toward you and whispered his plan into your ear. Once he had finished a horrified look had made its way across your face.

“I’m not doing that?!” You snapped.

“He’s obviously not going to do it himself” Erik replied cooly “I trust that he’ll be able to fly but if he doesn’t jump off this satellite we won’t know for sure. It’s all for his benefit in the end”.

You really doubted that but if Hank and Charles thought it was going to work that was enough for you. Sean would most likely be alright.

“Fine” you said letting out a long sigh before you made your way over to Sean. He didn’t seem to notice you standing beside him at first because his eyes were glued to the ground.
“Scared?” You asked snapping Sean out of what were probably thoughts of his death.

“Kind of… I mean… ah”.

“Hey it’s fine that you’re scared. It’s really high up” Sean gulped “sorry wrong choice of words… Hey Hank and the Professor say it’ll be okay I’m sure you’ll be fine”.

“Right” Sean said giving you a weak smile “I can do this” Sean took a deep breath “… never mind I can’t do this! I’m going to freaking die! I’m going to-”.

Without warning you grabbed Sean’s face and smashed your lips against his. He was surely shocked at first but eventually he ended up kissing you back. Sean seemed to completely forget he was dangerously close to the edge of the platform.

“I’m sorry Sean” you mumbled “I really do like you and I promise this was all Erik’s idea”.

“Wha…?” But before he could question you you gave him a slight shove causing him to fall off the top of the satellite and go plummeting toward the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut not being able to watch as Sean’s sonic screams made your eardrums want to explode.

“He’s alive” Erik sighed suddenly appearing by your side. You opened your eyes to see Sean go soaring through the air. You laughed with relief. You daresay Sean looked like he was having fun. Thank god.

“I hope he won’t hate me after this” you said biting your lip.

Erik rolled his eyes “oh I’m sure he’d be happy to kiss you again. Please try to keep that private next time would you”.


Prompt: You are part of the Avengers team, and you are dating Steve. After a mission when you disobeyed his order he yells at you and says he wishes you were Peggy. You’re gone the next morning when the team wakes up for training. Natasha finds you and convinces you to come back and sort things out.

Warnings: Arguing 

Pairing: Steve x Reader

I wish you were Peggy!

Tonight’s mission was extremely stressful for everyone. You felt like you were under a lot of pressure. That’s what made you slip up and the bad guys got away. You didn’t mean to disobey Steve’s orders, you didn’t have a choice. Instead of stopping the robbers you decided to save a woman’s life. Which normally Steve would be proud of, but because you jeopardized the mission and put the whole team at risk, he is furious. Never have you seen him so angry. 

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Sorry I’m Late (Part 2/?) (Rogers/Stark/Barnes x reader)

Part 1

After hearing what Steve and Bucky were up to from Clint, Tony didn’t feel much like working and retreated to his room, not really feeling like interacting with anyone either. He had been sitting on the edge of his bed for nearly an hour, unmoving and staring at the picture on his phone, trying to see any part of himself in it.  Seeing your mother in you was easy and he remembered her well, though they were together only a very short time.  The longer his eyes lingered on the picture, the more unfocused they became, and eventually he had to force himself to look away.  

Waiting to hear anything was torture, so even despite the warning from Barton to not interfere, he tried to call Steve only to get no reply.  Tony was growing more frustrated by the minute, finally tapping his fingers harshly over the screen to convince the Captain to respond.

Steve, I know what you’re doing.

Rogers, answer me.  

You’re really toying with a new level of pissed off, and I’m not going to be responsible for my actions if you don’t reply to me.

Steve, come on.  Please just give me something.

When no reply ever came and his anger had reached its peak, Tony threw the phone across his room and watched as it smashed into the wall.  “FRIDAY, I need the current coordinates of the quinjet, and a flight plan loaded into the Mark 45.”


Steve held his hand steady and waited for you to make any kind of move.  You continued to stare at him with wide eyes that glowed under his light, but you had yet to speak.

“(Y/N), I won’t hurt you, I promise.  I’m here to get you to safety.”

“How can you get me to safety,” you said in a strained and harsh voice, “when you are the one in danger?”

The Captain pulled his hand back just slightly and sighed, “there’s no one here.  They’ve all left and you’re the only one.”  He thrust his hand forward again, “They seem to have left you behind, (Y/N).”

I’m here, Captain Rogers.  Do not rule me out so quickly.”

“You know who I am?” Steve asked, more surprised than he was at the sight of you.  “How do you know my name?”

“We all know your name. They were my first words.”

He now fully retracted his hand away from you, feeling that he should be more cautious with an uneasy sensation growing in his stomach.  “How long have you been here, (Y/N)?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Captain.  This has always been my home.”


As Tony flew through the sky, he played information from every file known on you or your mother, which were very few and very vague; he didn’t even know your name, so his search was already limited and extremely frustrating.  He hadn’t seen your mother in over twenty years, and would never have thought that she would enter his life again in any way, much less to find out that she had given birth to his daughter and had never told him.  

His frustration grew to anger with each mile closer to his destination; with each passing mile as he neared the HYDRA facility that Steve and Bucky were now searching in hopes to find you.  He could understand why they didn’t tell him right away, given how he was now reacting, but that wouldn’t allow them forgiveness for keeping such a big secret from him.    

“Boss, you’re within one mile of the specified coordinates.  I have a confirmation of the location of Captain Rogers and Mr. Barnes.  There appears to be only one other person on the grounds with them.”

Tony snapped out of his thoughts at FRIDAY’s voice and looked at the screens she began to fill with information on the base below.  “Is it a woman, about twenty years old?”

“Yes, sir.”

He could feel his heart begin to race and pound within his chest, with a cool dampness moistening his palms and forehead as his breathing quickened.  “No, not now,” he groaned, “this really isn’t the time for this.”  A slight wave of nausea washed over him just as he lowered himself to the ground, throwing the suit open so that he could get as much air into his lungs as possible and panting as he knelt down.        

“Tony!  Tony, are you okay?”  Bucky ran to his side, but didn’t come close enough to make contact.  “Hey, you look pretty rough.  What happened?”

Stark raised a hand to stop him and slowly brought himself back onto his feet to stand and face him.  “Why, Barnes?  Why are you guys doing this?  And please don’t deny what’s going on, because I already know.”  He leaned his back against a nearby tree to help hold himself upright, even though his body wanted nothing more than to collapse and forget everything around him.  “What are you trying to accomplish with this?”

Bucky held his position but averted his eyes to glance back at the building that Steve was still within, not aware that he had already found you.  “We’re trying to do the right thing here, Tony.  When this information came to us, we needed…” he paused, locking his gaze with Stark, “we wanted to do this for you.  To prove that you could trust us.”

“You mean to prove that I could trust you.”

“You can choose to believe me or not, but I just want to do the right thing, Tony.  I’m not that other guy anymore.”


Steve had been staring at you for several minutes before he spoke again, but his voice was much quieter now and almost sounded afraid.  You didn’t trust what you were hearing, however, as Captain America had always been described to you as cold, angry, and blood thirsty for anyone who was against him.  It was unnerving to hear him this way, and you now wondered if it were a ploy to get you closer to him.

“Were you born here?”

“I don’t think I owe you any answers about my life, Captain.”

“No,” he sighed, “you don’t. But I would appreciate the answers to just a few questions, if you would allow me to…”

You looked at him skeptically and continued to keep your distance from him.  He hadn’t reached out for you again, but you resolved that if he did, you would make your move.  “I was not born here, no.  My mother brought me here when I was only a few months old.”

“Did she ever talk about Tony Stark?”

“You mean my father? No.  I know nothing of him other than the name, and I don’t want to know. He abandoned us.”

Steve felt his pulse quicken, knowing that what you had said wasn’t true, excited to be able to tell you. “No, (Y/N), he didn’t abandon you. He doesn’t even know you exist. Your mother never told him.”

“My mother was cold, calculating.  She never told me she loved me, she never even told me she that she liked me.  It’s no surprise to me that she wouldn’t tell him.” You swung your legs forward from your crouching position and sat back against the wall, still under the harsh beam of his flashlight.  “She raised me within HYDRA with only one purpose, and it would seem that my purpose is no longer necessary.  If they have all left, then they’re not returning, and as irony would have it, I’m being rescued by the man I was raised to kill.”

“Come with me,” Steve pressed, despite the revelation of who you were, “let us help you to find your own life.  Let me introduce you to your dad.”

You opened your mouth to speak but recoiled at a loud bang from the door behind Steve.  A man with dark hair and a metal arm approached and spoke to Steve in words too quiet for you to hear.  When Steve turned his attention back to you, he shone the light over you again so that the other man could see.  

“Buck, it’s her.”

Bucky leaned down and studied your face, making sure that you matched who he had seen in the picture and in his own mind; making sure that if he was going to bring you out to Tony, he had to be right.  

“(Y/N), I’ve come for you, just as I always promised.”

Part 3

A Little Travel is Good for the Soul

Tony was not expecting angry, argumentative versions of himself and Steve to appear in his living room one day. But now they’re here, he’s sure that he and Steve can help them work through their issues together.

Originally posted on AO3 for the cap-im holiday exchange community gifts prompt: Post CACW Steve/Tony are transported to the AA ‘verse.

“Uhh, honey, you might want to come in here,” Tony called over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off the two figures who had just popped into existence in the middle of the Avengers living room. “We have guests.”

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riahchan  asked:

Sansa is HAPPY for Jon being acclaimed king and TEASES him about it and tries to get him to take the nice bedroom again. And there is INAPPROPRIATE CHEMISTRY like they have had all season!

okay let’s see if the alcohol amount in my body lets me go at least until ‘this isn’t full gen’

Jon’s still not sure it’s really happening.

If he woke up a moment from now still at the Wall and found out he dreamed all of this, he wouldn’t be surprised at all. Except that -

Except that he’s not, if he were dreaming he still wouldn’t be feeling wounds hurting from that battle, and he wouldn’t be feeling - well, it’s not that he’s unhappy about it, but he can only think, what would Robb say, and -

“He’d have been glad of it,” Sansa says all of a sudden, showing up at his side.

He can’t hide that he’s startled by it - the feast hasn’t been over long and he had thought no one had noticed him sneaking out before all left the room, but then again Sansa would have. She was sitting next to him, wasn’t she.

“What -”

“You were speaking out loud.”

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egggggsy  asked:

i'm sorry for yet another food related prompt but think about cafe owner liam who's a coffee purist waiting everyday at the same time for this beautiful tattooed art student to pass by the street, hoping that he'll enter someday so liam can introduce him to the wonderful world of coffee. turns out zayn, the student, is just trying get to a bubble drink shop down the street (he's a bubble tea enthusiast) but he always makes sure to pass by the cafe to secretly ogle the fit barista.

Aaaaaand another day where he just walks pass the shop without actually entering it, Liam thinks, as he looks at the beautiful boy’s silhouette walking down the street. He looks until he can’t see him anymore. He looks until his neck hurts and his face is almost squished in the cold glass of the window. He looks and looks because that’s all he can do.

He is Liam’s every single wet dreams personified. But also those I kind of  want to marry you maybe? On a beach, bare feet with flowers in our hair? Spend the rest of my life holding your hand and I wanna learn all the meaning of your tattoos kind of dreams? Which is completely silly and ridiculous and impossible because Liam doesn’t even know his name or the sound of his voice. He doesn’t even know if he likes kissing boys, boys that are Liam yes and please and thank you. 

He never talked to him. Never saw him apart from those days when he walks in front of Liam’s coffee shop. Never ever entering even if he looks inside sometimes. Even if he shoots Liam those kind of smirk and that it sends a wave of heat down Liam’s body every time. Those kind of smirk giving Liam a tiny bit of hope that yeah he might like kissing boys when he is not looking like a super model walking down the sidewalk in front of Liam’s tiny coffee shop.

Liam heaves a big sigh before turning around and putting the tray of blueberry muffins in the oven. 


He shaved his head is the first thing Zayn thought after he looked into the little coffee shop. That’s pretty much all he noticed because he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t look longer than for a quick little glance, like stealing a bit of beauty from the world. But still, it wasn’t enough because he did’t see how it was changing him, those short hair. He wants to know if this buzzcut makes his cheeks looks sharper or his eyebrows bigger (which is quite impossible because the boy already have some pretty impressive brows.)

His eyes though, his dark eyes must look bigger, maybe even darker. He can’t see their color because he never looks long enough, never dare enter the tiny coffee shop and say “Hey, what’s your name? I won’t be opposed to snog your face off for a few hours? Maybe?

Zayn knows nothing about coffee. He likes sugary stuff like the huge bubble tea he is about to buy for himself. Chocolate mint. Because he had quite a bad day and he needs his favorite flavored drink to make him feel a bit better.

He tries not to think about dark eyes and the feeling of short yet soft hair tickling the inside of his palm. Or worse, broad shoulders and full lips, nope. Not going to think about any of those delicious things. 

So he orders his drink to Niall, chats with him a little and then he makes his way back and up the street for the second time this day and he tries and tries to convince himself that he is not going to spare a look to the fit barista a second time but then oh

He is actually outside the shop and Zayn consider running to the other side of the street but then pretty boy looks up and their eyes meet.

And they are not “dark.” Dark is the wrong word for what Zayn is looking into right now. They are brown and warm and wide and soft. So soft. Zayn never wants to look away. Or, he wants to maybe. Wants to walk closer and cup one of his cheek and watch those eyes close and those lips stretch into a smile. He wants to trace those bushy eyebrows and run his palm over his short hair, trace the shape of his skull. 

“Are you really drinking a bubble tea?”

Oh. Can you hear that? It’s the sound of Zayn little fantasy falling on the cold concrete and breaking into million of pieces.

“I’m praying every day for you to enter my shop and grab a coffee and just talk to me and you’re going to Niall’s for a bubble tea?”

Maybe not into million of pieces then. Maybe there is still hope.

There is a marvelous shade of pink coating the barista’s beautiful cheeks, then. Like he suddenly realized what he said to Zayn and he starts playing with his apron (he even makes an apron looking cute what the hell?)

“Not praying but… You know just. Maybe a little bit of–”

“My name is Zayn.”

Yeaaaaaaah. Real smooth, Zayn. High five. Interrupt him to just blurt your name like that, no biggie. It’s not like he was actually talking to you.


But he smiles, and he stopped looking so nervous so maybe yeah, maybe that was smooth actually. God, Zayn wants to kiss him.

“I’m just.. Not a big fan of coffee I guess?”

“Well. Since you look a bit more into sweet stuff, I have a batch of muffins in the oven. Blueberry? My treat.”

“Are you trying to seduce me with muffins, Leeyum?”

“Might be. Guess you have to come inside and figure it out?”

"american beauty" sentence starters
  • "I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world."
  • "Well, you have absolutely no interest in saving yourself."
  • "Lose my job? I didn't lose it. It's not like, 'Whoops! Where'd my job go?' I QUIT."
  • "I figured you guys might be able to give me some pointers. I need to shape up. Fast."
  • "You're right. I suck dick for money."
  • "Well, what do you say I throw in a little sexual harassment charge, to boot?"
  • "Management wants you gone by the end of the day."
  • "Your father seems to think this kind of behavior is something to be proud of."
  • "It's like God's looking right at you, just for a second, and if you're careful... you can look right back."
  • "When I was your age, I flipped burgers all summer just to be able to buy an eight-track."
  • "All I did was party and get laid. I had my whole life ahead of me."
  • "I rule!"
  • "She's not your friend. She's just someone you use to feel better about yourself."
  • "It's never too late to get it back."
  • "I have lost something. I'm not exactly sure what it is but I know I didn't always feel this... sedated."
  • "You think you're the only one who's sexually frustrated here?"
  • "Both my wife/husband and daughter/son think I'm this gigantic loser and they're right."
  • "I'm looking for the least possible amount of responsibility."
  • "You should see me fuck. I'm the best piece of ass in three States."
  • "Can you prove that you didn't offer to save my job if I let you blow me?"
  • "Are you just looking to lose weight, or do you want increased strength and flexibility as well?"
  • "I don't think we can be friends anymore."
  • "Just don't fuck my dad, all right? Please?"
  • "You're way too uptight about sex."
  • "I want to look good naked!"
  • "Someone really should just put him out of his misery."
  • "I'm not paying you to do... whatever it is you're doing out here."
  • "You don't really think [name] and I were..."
  • "Want me to kill him for you?"
  • "I need a father who's a role model, not some horny geek-boy who's gonna spray his shorts whenever I bring a girlfriend home from school."
  • "I quit. So you don't have to pay me. Now leave me alone."
  • "Remember those posters that said, 'Today is the first day of the rest of your life'? Well, that's true of every day but one - the day you die."
  • "She hates me. She hates you, too."
  • "There's plenty of joy in my life."
  • "Go fuck yourself, psycho!"
  • "My parents are coming tonight. They're trying to, you know, take an active interest in me."
  • "Gross. I hate it when my mom does that."
  • "Fuck me, Your Majesty!"
  • "I was hoping you'd give me a bath. I'm very, very dirty."
  • "You ungrateful little brat! Just look at everything you have."
  • "I'm so sorry for the way things look around here."
  • "I think using psychotropic drugs is a very positive example to set for our daughter."
  • "Who are you looking for?"
  • "This isn't life, it's just stuff. And it's become more important to you than living."
  • "There's nothing worse than being ordinary."
  • "Everything that's meant to happen does."
  • "You're one to talk, you bloodless, money-grubbing freak."
  • "Welcome to America's weirdest home videos."
  • "Oh well, all right, let's all sell our souls and work for Satan because it's more convenient that way."
  • "I'm sensing a real distance growing between you and [name]."
  • "My job consists of basically masking my contempt for the assholes in charge, and, at least once a day, retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell."
  • "Don't you mess with me, mister, or I'll divorce you so fast it'll make your head spin!"
  • "Your mom's the one who's embarrassing. What a phony. But, your dad's actually kind of cute."
  • "If he just worked out a little, he'd be hot."
  • "You don't get to tell me what to do ever again."
  • "I'm serious. He just pulled down his pants and yanked it out."
  • "Never underestimate the power of denial."
  • "Are you trying to look unattractive today?"
  • "How dare you speak to me that way in front of her."
  • "Jesus, what is it with you?"
  • "I am sick and tired of being treated like I don't exist."
  • "Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in."
  • "See the way the handle on her pruning shears matches her gardening clogs? That's not an accident."
  • "Don't interrupt me, honey!"
  • "[Name]'s a pretty typical teenager. Angry, insecure, confused. I wish I could tell her that's all going to pass, but I don't want to lie to her."
  • "I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die."
  • "You better watch yourself, [name], or you're going to turn into a real bitch, just like your mother!"
  • "I marvel that you can be so contemptuous of me, on the same day that you lose your job."
  • "You're boring. And you're totally ordinary. And you know it."
  • "You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday."
  • "Uh, whose car is that out front?"
  • "Your mother seems to prefer that I go through life like a fucking prisoner while she keeps my dick in a mason jar under the sink."
  • "In order to be successful, one must project an image of success at all times."
  • "She's... she's really happy. She thinks she's in love."
  • "I think you just became my personal hero!"
  • "Man, you are one twisted fuck."
  • "The only way I could save myself now is if I start firebombing."
  • "You know, this really doesn't concern you."
  • "I mean, how's her life? Is she happy? Is she miserable?"
  • "I'd really like to know, and she'd die before she'd ever tell me about it."
  • "Your wife is with another man and you don't care?"
  • "It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself."
  • "In less than a year, I'll be dead."
  • "[Name], today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars. Pass the asparagus."
  • "I wish I could tell her that's all going to pass, but I don't want to lie to her."
  • "We've met before, but something tells me you're going to remember me this time."
  • "I can't believe you don't know how beautiful you are."
  • "Well, at least I'm not ugly."
  • "This will be the high point of my day; it's all downhill from here."
  • "[Name], are you masturbating?!"
  • "If people I don't even know look at me and want to fuck me, it means I really have a shot at being a model."
  • "In a way, I'm dead already."
  • "You are so busted."
  • "I feel like I've been in a coma for the past twenty years. And I'm just now waking up."
  • "Well, congratulations. You've succeeded admirably."
  • "The car I've always wanted and now I have it."
  • "God, it's been a long time since anybody asked me that..."
  • "Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about."
  • "I'm just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose."
  • "Our marriage is just for show. A commercial for how normal we are when we're anything but."
  • "It would be nice if I was anywhere near as important to him as she is."
  • "Gotta spend money to make money."
  • "I refuse to be a victim!"
  • "I was filming this dead bird."
  • "Do you party?"
  • "Oh, what? You're mother of the year? You treat her/him like an employee."
  • "Could he be any more pathetic?"
  • "I think it's sweet."
  • "You need structure... you need discipline."
  • "He's just so confident, it can't be real."
  • "So, you're fucking psycho-boy on a regular basis now? Tell me, has he got a big dick?"
  • "He didn't even look at me once!"
  • "I don't think you'd fit in here."
  • "It seems unfair to presume I won't be able to learn."
  • "Excuse me for speaking so bluntly, sir."
  • "Oh, I'm in trouble."
  • "I didn't mean to scare you. I just think you're interesting."
  • "This country is going straight to hell!"
  • "[Name], when did you become so joyless?"
  • "I'm not obsessing. I'm just curious."
  • "What is this? The fucking Gay Pride parade?"
  • "Sorry about my dad."
  • "To you, he's just another guy who wants to jump your bones."
  • "This is my first time."