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writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.
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Only sharing this publicly to keep myself accountable — ya girl is going MIA again because I’ve finally surrendered and am trying to write … a whole ass book! Fic writing is my comfort zone and always will be but I think it’s time for baby bird Megan to spread her creative wings and just fckn get after it after years and years and years of dreaming about being published … I don’t even care if I make money, I just want a dang book written to prove I could do it and be happy with myself.
So if ya see me writing on here, kindly give it a heart and then tell me to stop procrastinating on the hard work 😂❤️
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Team Spirit
Pairing: Eddie Munson x soccer captain! reader
Summary: Eddie shows how proud he is of you on game day. Tooth-rotting fluff.
Word count: 960
A/N: I have 700 headcanons about Eddie with a soccer prodigy gf (obvi has nothing to do with the fact that I played through my sophomore year of college) but let's be real I will probably only ever document like 3 lollll but here's one of 'em!!
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You’re grabbing books out of your locker before first period and chatting with your boyfriend, who’s leaning on his side against the locker next to yours. Even with your gaze fixed in front of you, you can feel the intense warmth of his stare, the rapt adoration that glows in those big brown eyes of his.
God bless Mrs. McCarthy for putting you together as chem lab partners at the start of the year. Who knew that the introduction would lead to you both falling head over heels?
You're just about to shut the locker door when a ring-covered hand darts across you and stops it from closing.
“Do you have the other one with you?” Eddie asks, his free hand tugging at the sleeve of your uniform top.
"What, my other jersey?" you ask, confused.
Eddie nods and you tilt your head toward your gym bag.
"Yeah, I always have both on me in case I forget where the hell we’re playing."
“Excellent. Give it here,” Eddie commands, extending his hand.
“Why?”
Eddie ignores the question and immediately starts bouncing between his feet, opening and closing his fist.
“Gimmegimmegimmegimme!”
You roll your eyes at his standard dramatic antics, rummaging through your soccer bag and extracting your away jersey.
“Relax, relax, here!”
“Thanks, baby,” he says happily, uncrumpling it to examine its full length in front of him. Before you can even ask what he's doing, he’s yanked his Metallica t-shirt off, flung it at your face, and is now shrugging your jersey over his bare torso.
He tugs the fabric down, a snug fit that leaves just a hint of exposed skin right above the waistline of his dark jeans. Eddie fixes you with a wide grin.
“Soooo, how do I look?” he asks, twirling one curly lock between his fingers before his intentional doe-eyed expression morphs into an exagerrated growl as he flexes.
You giggle, utterly bemused.
“Did someone wake and bake this morning?”
Eddie abruptly stops his theatrical display, sliding one hand to your hip as the other tucks some stray hair behind your ear.
“No no no!" He’s all dimples as he beams at you. "Girls do this when their boyfriends have big games, right? 'Course I’m gonna do the same for you, gorgeous.”
“Seriously?! You’re adorable,” you reply, bringing your lips against his with a happy hum. You pull back and Eddie’s hands wrap around your waist, not wanting to let you go just yet.
“Who’d have thought, Eddie Munson participating in a conformist high school tradition,” you say, a mischievous grin on your face. “You must really like me.”
Eddie makes a concerned face.
“Oh, have I not made that obvious enough? My most sincere apologies.” You catch just a flash of a wolfish smirk before his mouth is on yours again, needy and claiming. His hands slide up from your waist to frame your face, and when you pull apart, you’re still left with butterflies. The starry look in his eyes tells you he feels the same.
“I do have to be completely straight with you though, princess, while I’m primarily doing this because you’re my favorite person on this planet, I also can’t wait to see the horrified looks on all the teachers' faces when they realize you voluntarily gave me this to wear and I didn’t steal it."
He rubs his hands together gleefully. "Especially Evans, God has she hated me ever since I spoiled everyone's reading of To Kill a Mockingbird by telling them how Bob Ewell bit the bullet."
You shake your head with a smile. “Why am I not surprised?" The bell rings and you give Eddie one last kiss before heading off in opposite directions. You glance over your shoulder, smiling at seeing your lucky number on his back, and smirk as you suddenly hear Eddie’s raised tones:
"Why YES, Mr. Brady, my all-star soccer queen of a girlfriend, Y/F/N Y/L/N, gave me the honor of wearing her jersey today as she mentally readies herself to kick some serious ass."
You get some playful comments from your friends who’ve seen Eddie striding proudly through the halls in your jersey (“First matching jerseys, then matching rings!”), and when chem rolls around, Eddie tells you all about the sweet satisfaction he found when Mrs. Evans did in fact have her mind blown by the fact that you two were dating. But your science teacher Mrs. McCarthy was the opposite of what Eddie had experienced, giving you both an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
The day flies by and as you head to Spanish, you chuckle as you see heads swivel in confusion when you and Eddie walk down the hall together in your matching shirts, the Hellfire Club president’s arm slung over the soccer captain’s shoulder. Suddenly, Eddie stops and flags Fred Benson down from across the hall.
"Benson, Benson! My dude, can you snap a picture of me and my girl here?"
"Uh, sure," Fred replies, fumbling with his camera.
"Perfect!" Eddie claps and turns to you. "C'mere, sweetheart."
Your surprised laugh echoes down the hall as he scoops you up in his arms, bridal style. "Say 'ready for a merciless defeat of the enemy!!'"
"Ready for a merciless- shit!" You break off because you're laughing too hard -- the kind of effect Eddie always has on you. You gaze up at your boyfriend, still giggling, and the hopelessly smitten smile he's giving you has your heartbeat humming on overdrive.
That's the moment Benson captures, and the developed picture eventually moves from a spot on Eddie's wall to a frame on the bookshelf in your first apartment together. A memory that reminds you both that, no matter what happens, you're always on each other's team.
#Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson fic#eddie munson x reader#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie munson fluff#Eddie munson fanfic#Eddie munson one shot#eddie munson x y/n#stranger things#stranger things fic#joseph quinn#eddie munson headcanons
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rewriting the same sentance 1000 times despite it having no significance to the story whatsoever
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At Ease, Gents
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Annie Murphy (baker!OC)
Summary: Annie finally finds out why everyone in Alfie’s bakery ignores her, and she sets things straight with her boyfriend and his men.
Word count: 1900ish
A/N: This is connected to my HC that Annie ends up knowing even more about Alfie’s men than he does and does things like giving them the day off and Alfie’s like “?!?” or she sends them flowers for births + deaths in the family and all Alfie’s boys would gladly take a bullet for her ok that’s it enjoy!!
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Annie had only popped by Alfie’s office twice before they started dating: once to get his keys so she could walk Cyril while Edna was on holiday, and once to drop off a heaving “thank you” culinary basket for helping her sort out the bakery’s books after Callum died (“The worst mistake I can make with letters and dyslexia is a spelling error, right, but with numbers, I will doom my entire bloody business.”)
But now, she found herself there much more often, from midday lunch breaks to “surprise” visits brought on after Ollie called her, pleading with her to come by to calm Alfie down (who she would then promptly hear yelling his head off in the background).
And she loved seeing her Alfie, no matter what mood he was in. But she didn’t love how his men were treating her — or rather not treating her. Because no matter who she said hi to or smiled at, wanting to get to know the people Alfie spent most of his time around, it was like she didn’t exist.
And after about two baffling weeks of this, she finally decided to address it with Alfie.
“Do your men not like me?” she blurts out across his desk, and Alfie reluctantly tears his attention away up from the brisket sandwich she just placed in front of him.
“Where’d ya get that idea?”
She sighs, resting her chin in her hands. “I dunno. I mean, I’m friendly, right? But whenever I say hi to any of ‘em, they just ignore me or walk in the complete opposite direction.”
She looks at Alfie expectantly, but he doesn’t seem to share her concern. In fact, he looks pleased.
“Good,” he replies, reaching for his lunch again. Annie narrows her eyes, swatting his hand and pulling his beloved brisket away.
“Oi!”
“What do you mean good? It’s maddening, it’s like I’m invisible! And I don’t understand why-“
But then, the pieces finally click into place in Annie’s head. Virtually nothing went unnoticed by Alfie. And if his men were ignoring her, he knew about it— but he hadn’t addressed it. And there could only be one well-meaning but well-overprotective reason behind it:
“You told them not to talk to me, didn’t you?”
Alfie’s brows furrows as he nods.
“Talk to, look at, breathe the same air as. Yeah. That ‘bout covers it,” he grunts. His ring-clad fingers creep across the desk, and she rolls her eyes and pushes his sandwich back to him. He claps his hands together and normally, she was happy to see him gleefully attack her cuisine, but right now, she was just exasperated.
“Love, c’mon. You talk to everyone I work with! And the lads clearly know I’m off the fucking menu.”
Eyes still closed, savoring his first few bites, Alfie shakes his head.
“Can’t count on it with these cunts.” He finishes chewing and opens his eyes, grabbing Annie’s hand.
“Look, pet, you are a beautiful, brilliant goddess, right, who should have songs dedicated in your blessed name.” His soft tone turns into a growl as he gestures out the window of his office. “But they are a bunch of manky fuckin’ sots, and I don’t want any of ‘em near ya unless I say so.”
Annie sighs. She knew full well that Alfie didn’t know the phrase “half-assed”—whatever he did, he threw himself into it fully. And while she normally appreciated his zeal and tenacity, sometimes, he took things a bit overboard. And banning every single one of his men from acknowledging her presence without prior approval was a prime example.
She walks around the desk and nestles into her usual spot on Alfie’s lap. His strong arms wind around her, and she cups his bearded face with one hand as his stormy blue eyes meet hers.
“1) They can’t possibly all be that terrible. I know I’m shite at maths, yeah, but it’s statistically impossible. And, 2) Alfie, I’m here practically every other day now, and you know how I am, I can’t help chatting.” She pats the side of his head. “Very much like someone else I know. There’s no way I’m never, ever gonna interact with them.”
Alfie chuckles darkly.
“Oh, but there is a way, dove. See, I have found that there are few things on Earth more compelling to men than the threat of getting their balls shot off. Hm?”
“Always with the flair for the dramatic,” she thinks to herself, and decides right then and there to take matters into her own hands.
“Right, I get that you’re being protective. And I appreciate it and you, but you’re also being just a touch mental.” She kisses the top of his head. “But don’t worry, I’ll clear things up.”
“Annie,” he replies, a warning note at the edge of his tone.
“Alfie,” she sing-songs coyly, bringing her lips to his. She can’t help but smirk against him as the kiss works as she intends, feeling Alfie relax underneath her as one of his hands instinctively slides to her jaw. Then, suddenly, he presses her back, hands firmly on her shoulders.
“Nah, nah, I know what you’re playin’ at, love. Tryna get me to forget that fuckin’ look in those gorgeous eyes, the one tellin’ me you’ve got some kinda clever idea brewin’ in that head of yours.”
Annie’s hand flies to her chest, feigning indignation, and now it’s Alfie’s turn to roll his eyes.
“I’m serious, An, don’t ya go stirrin’ up-“
Annie cuts him off with another kiss, then pulls back with a smile.
“Too late,” she brightly. Before Alfie can even blink, she slides off his lap and snatches his cane from the side of his desk in one swift motion, propping it against the doorframe as she strides out — but not before she hears Alfie shout:
“Oh for cryin’ out loud, that’s fuckin’ dirty!”
“You love me!” she calls back over her shoulder, as she walks purposefully down the hall. She knew that if she said she just wanted to talk with him and his workers, he would’ve scoffed and grumbled and refused to leave his office. But now, with the air of mystery about her, she knew he’d chase after her—the not knowing what she was going to do would drive him mad. And that was all she needed.
She walks into the open part of the warehouse and while a few of the men’s eyes flicker up as she enters, they immediately avert their gaze back to what they’re doing. Absolutely ridiculous. Annie waits until she hears the sound of Alfie’s cane against the floor, cursing under his breath, to speak.
“Oi! I need to talk to you lot. That includes you,” she adds in an undertone to Alfie. He scowls as he looks out at the sea of seemingly unaware men, but when he looks back at Annie, giving him her most determined stare, his resolve finally cracks. He runs one hand through his beard and sighs.
“Alright, alright, An. I clearly ain’t fuckin’ stoppin’ ya, so tell us what’s on your mind, love.”
Annie gestures back at the workers.
“Not gonna matter since they’ve taken your word to ignore me as bloody gospel.”
“Fair enough.” Alfie lumbers forward a few steps, his blue eyes turning icy as he scans the room, which has gone as quiet as a church—a silence which Alfie’s booming voice then shatters.
“ARE YOU LOT FUCKIN’ DEAF?!” he thunders, and a handful of workers actually jump. “Fuck knows why, but my Annie wants to talk to you miserable gits, yeah, so best pay some close fuckin’ attention!”
Alfie crosses his arms and glowers, but his voice is as sweet as ever when he turns to Annie.
“Right. Floor’s yours, dove.”
“Thanks, Alf.” She waves out at the crowd of burly men before placing her hand on Alfie’s shoulder. “Hi! So, I know this one has threatened you all with total bloody destruction if you so much as say ‘hello’ to me. But we’ve chatted and the thing is, I don’t want someone getting their balls blown off just because they said hi to me or told me about their kid’s football match that I asked about — not having that on my conscience. I like people, I like talking to people. So we can all-”
She pauses, turning her head to stare pointedly at Alfie, “just relax, yeah? To be clear, the only time you will be in danger of castration from him or from me is if you’re being a prick. So don’t be a prick, and we’ll all get on just fine, with all our body parts intact. Fair enough?”
She turns and looks at Alfie again, who still has his arms crossed, maintaining his posture of bear-like intimidation, but she can tell he’s trying not to smile underneath his beard. He nods, and his men quickly imitate the motion.
“That’s it, then,” Annie says happily. “Cheers, gents.”
She feels Alfie take her hand in his, and the two of them turn and walk out the door.
“Castration by me or you, huh?” Alfie asks, and Annie smiles.
“I figured you’d be more amenable with that addition.”
“Damn fuckin’ straight.” He gives a low chuckle as they walk into his office, and no sooner does it shut does Annie finds herself quickly pushed up against it by Alfie.
Her pulse races as he cups her face in his hands, and she savors the familiar warmth of his palms and the cool touch of rings against her skin. Lets his heady aroma of oak and rum, of sandalwood soap and musk and eucalyptus oil flood her senses.
“You truly are somethin’ else, ya cheeky, captivatin’ creature,” he murmurs, bringing his lips to hers in a deep, claiming kiss that Annie reciprocates, her hands tugging at his vest to bring him against her.
She breaks the kiss and gives him an affectionate bop on his nose, watching the corners of his eyes crinkle as he grins.
“Your somethin’ else.”
“And I’m well bloody thankful for it.”
In the end, the new arrangement suited Annie and Alfie well.
On Annie’s end, she found herself striking up connections and friendships effortlessly as usual, and it also brought her an unanticipated peace of mind in getting to know the men who spent so much time around Alfie — particularly ones like Ollie and Ishmael whose jobs were to have her boyfriend’s back.
And despite Alfie being the one to start the initial no-contact-with-Annie decree, he couldn’t help but melt a little when she’d start going on and on about how precious Ish’s boys were, that she had plans to make babka with Noah’s wife — her big heart was such a big part of why he loved her. And he was pleased that no one dared to get out of line or ever make a move on Annie.
Alfie was also extra pleased that Annie’s ability to make friends so easily had the unintended effect of essentially creating an army of men who viewed her like a sister to protect at all costs. In other words, there was never any shortage volunteers to hang round Annie’s bakery and make sure she stayed safe — which was all Alfie wanted in the first place.
#Alfie Solomons#Alfie solomons x reader#Alfie solomons x oc#Alfie solomons fic#alfie solomons headcanons#alfie solomons fanfic#alfie solomons imagine#alfie solomons x you#peaky blinders alfie#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders fic#peaky blinders fanfic#Tom hardy#tom hardy fic
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The masterlist is finally organized and updated!! Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
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Euron Greyjoy Masterlist
Cliff's Edge: Euron Greyjoy has never feared death until it’s you, the only woman he has ever loved, dying in front of him.
#euron greyjoy#euron greyjoy fic#euron greyjoy x reader#euron greyjoy x you#game of thrones#game of thrones fic#game of thrones imagine
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Daredevil Masterlist (Misc.)
Karaoke: Imagine getting hammered at a karaoke bar with Foggy Nelson
Imagine them helping young kids with homework
#daredevil imagine#daredevil fic#daredevil one shot#matt murdock x reader#foggy nelson x reader#frank castle x reader#vladimir ranskahov x reader#anatoly ranskahov x reader#marvel fic#marvel imagine#marvel one shot
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Anatoly Ranskahov Masterlist
Tangles: Prompt - “Shh, stop fussing. I’m braiding your hair.”
No One Else: [Request] SweetheartAnatoly x reader fluff
Courage, Dear Heart: [Request] Anatoly x Reader based off the song ‘Dancing On My Own’ by Robyn
HCs
Sex
#anatoly ranskahov#anatoly ranskahov fic#anatoly ranskahov x reader#anatoly ranskahov imagine#daredevil fic#daredevil imagine#marvel imagine#marvel fic
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Vladimir Ranskahov Masterlist
Don’t Go, Don’t Stray: After your air conditioner dies in the middle of a heat wave, you go to stay at Vladimir’s. With a sudden change of heart, he realizes he wants you to move in.
Worth Fighting For: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 [Request] Vladimir story where him and the reader get into an argument, reader storms off and almost gets killed and just how Vlad reacts to the situation
Get Better: [Request] What would happen if Vladimir hit the reader? Like in a fight or something?
Light in Darkness: [Request] Imagine being woken up at night by his screaming, because he’s having nightmares from the torture camp. And you get to calm him down from it.
Calculations: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 [Request] Vlad abo imagine, reader is an omega runaway & needs a place to stay. Vlad says if she balances the books he will give her a place to stay, after a couple of years he realizes that she is his mate and ends in smut
I Was Scared and I'm Sorry: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 Both you and Vladimir struggle to fight the feelings you have for each other until the truth all comes tumbling out in an unexpected way.
Where Words Fail: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 [Request] The reader and Vladimir like each other but don’t express their feelings
Can’t Escape My Love: [Request] Imagine Vladimir finding out you have a petty fear of spiders or something. “котенок, I have seen you kill men with bare hands, and you are afraid of little spider?”
All That Matters: [Request] Vlad x reader proposal
Happy Birthday, Vladimir: Imagine you surprising Vlad on his birthday but he freaks out when you explain what you and Toly schemed up to give him the day off. Happy ending though!
The Only Exception: Imagine you’re a dance teacher and Vladimir shows up at your studio to surprise you with a present, prompting all your young students to ask if they can meet your boyfriend.
HCs
Violence
#vladimir ranskahov#vladimir ranskahov x reader#vladimir ranskahov fic#vladimir ranskahov x you#vladimir ranskahov imagine#daredevil fic#marvel fic#marvel one shot#marvel imagine
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Matt Murdock Masterlist
Looking Up: [Request] Matt Murdock x reader where the reader was born with GAD (General Anxiety Disorder) and she also suffers from depression and it’s just really fluffy
See You Again: [Request] One shot where the reader is a burlesque dancer in a famous house and one day Foggy and Matt got an invitation after doing good work for the house owner and the reader ends meeting Matt after the show and they turn a fluffy couple
Broken: [Request] One-shot with Matt Murdock and the reader dealing with a miscarriage.
Catch Me if You Can: [Request] "If you jump out that window with that teddy bear, you will suffer my wrath"
Proposal: [Request] Fluffy af Matt x reader
Drabbles
Regret
Eyes
#matt murdock#daredevil#matt murdock fic#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock imagine#matt murdock one shot#matt murdock fanfic#daredevil x reader#matt murdock x you#netflix daredevil#daredevil x you#marvel imagine#marvel fic#marvel one shot
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Avengers Masterlist
Bring Me Back: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 - [Request] One shot where the reader is Clint’s long-lost sister she was kidnapped by Hydra and was best friends with the Maximoffs but then Hydra changed her and she fights against the Avengers and the Maximoffs with her new power
Finding Hope: [Request] The reader is emo, and the Avengers assume it’s like a phase cuz she’s still young (late teens early 20’s) they don’t realize that its actually her depression manifesting into her outward appearance, until they see her blog with cutting and her art work that’s really dark and depressing, and then they see its a big deal and they need to talk about this.
Yoga: Imagine bringing the Avengers to a yoga class
Movie Night: Imagine watching The Incredibles with the team and everyone freaking out over how similar the Maximoff twins are to Dash and Violet.
Workout Playlists
Instagrams
#avengers fic#avengers imagine#avengers one shot#avengers headcanon#marvel fic#marvel imagine#marvel headcanons
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Loki Laufeyson Masterlist
In All This Chaos, We Found Safety: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 - [Request] After being pressured into having sex with your now ex-boyfriend, you deal with with the resulting pregnancy with the help of your childhood best friends, Thor and Loki.
Drabbles
Regret
Break
Letter
Midnight
#loki#loki fic#loki imagine#loki x reader#loki x you#loki x y/n#loki oneshot#loki laufeyson#loki laufeyson x reader#marvel fic#marvel one shot#marvel imagine
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Thor Odinson Masterlist
Braids: Imagine Thor teaching you to braid your hair
#thor odinson#thor imagine#thor x reader#thor fic#thor one shot#thor x you#marvel imagine#marvel fic#marvel one shot
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Clint Barton Masterlist
A Little Help From My Friends : [Request] Bucky and the reader are best friends, she’s an enhanced soldier and their favorite thing to do is speak in other languages around the team because they can’t understand them -cept Nat ofc- and Bucky keeps teasing and pestering her about her crush on Clint
Love Can Heal: [Request] Clint is training you to use a bow and arrow and every time he touches you to help, you flinch and back away and he doesn’t know why.
Drabbles
Regret
#clint barton#clint barton x reader#clint barton x you#clint barton fic#clint barton imagine#Hawkeye x reader#hawkeye imagine#hawkeye fic#marvel imagine#marvel fic#marvel one shot#clintasha fic
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Bruce Banner Masterlist
Now or Never: [Request] Bruce Banner x reader where they both have a crush on each other but don’t know it
Home Is Where The Heart Is: [Request] Imagine being a close friend (or maybe secret girlfriend/wife) of Bruce Banner and during AOU instead of going to Clint’s farm, Bruce brings everyone to your house?
Never Gonna Leave You: [Request] Angsty/fluffy one shot with Bruce that takes place during the first Avengers movie where reader is part of the team and gets kidnapped by Loki so Bruce (as the hulk) saves her after he thrashes Loki around. Then he picks her up and carries her back down to the team because she’s unconscious from Loki attacking her but he’s all gentle and careful with her.
C'mon Baby, Calm Me Down: [Request] Remember in aou where Natasha calmed hulk with that lullaby could you do that scene but during a vacation on the beach Tony pushed him too far and he turned into the hulk and the reader is the only one to calm him
Head in the Ground: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 [Request] After a painful breakup that led you to relapsing with self harm, Bruce comes over to make sure you’re OK. After spending the night on your couch together, the two of you begin to really think about your relationship and struggle with just how strong your feelings are for each other but realize that when love is real, it’s worth the risk.
#bruce banner#bruce banner fic#bruce banner x reader#bruce banner imagine#bruce banner x you#bruce banner x y/n#hulk x reader#marvel fic#marvel one shot#marvel imagine#marvel fanfic
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