Pairing: Sam x Reader Summary: Sam saved the reader’s life and keeps in touch with her throughout the years Word Count: 4333 Tags: Fluff, Smut, Angst A/N: Written for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s 20K fic Challenge. Based on the song promptWild Heart by Stevie Nicks. This idea just came to me and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Wrote more angst than I anticipated, oopsie.
(woah ok i actually liked how this turned out so i posted it onto the ao3 as well)
Purple was a color that burned.
It coated the universe in shades of fire, licking at Shiro’s heels whenever he was lead through the corridors of a Galra ship. Embers danced in the dimly lit hallways, and smoke clung to his body in the choppy fabric of the prisoners’ uniform. Purple lingered everywhere he looked, and burned an endless circle around his mind, a white-hot contrast to the dark black silence of space.
It scorched his eyelids when he tried to sleep that night.
And I am all flustered, because now all I can think about is that little strip of flat stomach that shows when he raises his arms, and that line of dark hair that trails down and disappears under the band of his tight boxer-briefs, leading to his huge cock…
Summary: Tony gives a charity party. On the way to the
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: geeky/nerdy reader, language in
general, some angst and some fluff, a little bit of social anxiety, this is
all… I think.
Notes: As always, the italic parts are the reader’s
thoughts. I would appreciate any feedback.
Word count: 1799
—Tonight there’s going to be a charity party at the ex-Avengers tower in
New York City, some of you have to come. — Tony declaims at breakfast.
A choir of ‘not me’ raises from the whole kitchen. Tony continues as if
nothing has happened.
—Nat, Wanda, Bruce and Vision you are justified as you have come back
from a mission just last night. Barnes you have to come, no excuses. Since you
have joined the Avengers you haven’t shown up neither to one of these parties;
people have to see that you can behave like an human, and not just a good
fighter, otherwise soon or later we’ll have once again problems with your
Bucky grunts displeased but nods. Tony points at you.
—You have to come as well, kid.
—Why? People don’t even know that I exist. And you know that I’m not the
kind for parties. — you retort.