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aesthetic-multifandom-ships · 1 year

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It's always been you: Tony Stark imagine

Request: I looove your stories so far. Could you possibly make a Tony Stark story with prompts 43 and 44? -Anon

A/N: Hey...wow. okay I'm sorry. I've only got like 4 imagine that I can still do from 2018 post. I went away for a bit on the imagines but I'm back! I'll try to do better!

Prompts: 43: "I think I've been holding myself from falling in love with you again" & 44: "I'm not going to apologize for this, not anymore"

My prompts: Here

Characters: Tony, Reader

Warnings: Angst, slight fighting

Its been 2 years since Y/N began living at the avengers tower. You can't even call us a tower anymore really, but it works out for everyone. Each person with their own room specialized for their specific needs.

For most people this would be the dream, living with the heros themselves, but not for Y/N. She's been tiptoeing around the facility for one reason, the man himself, Tony Stark. He was a narcissist, everyone knew that but Y/N couldn't help the feeling in her chest every time she saw him.

About a year ago she couldn't keep the feelings to herself... And ever since then she only speaks when she's spoken to.

~flashback~

Y/n walked into the lab with a smile on her face. Masking the butterflies and anxiety that began to flood through her. Tony sat alone looking at his computer at some new blueprints. Taking his hand he motioned across the screen towards the area in front of him, creating a 3D model of his new suit design. Y/N stood in awe at the project in front of her. Tony looked to her an smirked.

"You act like this is your first time seeing all of this" Tony chuckled and walked over to her side, clasping his hands together behind his back.

"You and your projects never seize to amaze me Stark" Tony leaned over and nudged her shoulder and chuckled. He didn't respond, he just looked at the model in front of them.

Y/n's hands became clammy , she hadn't even noticed her finger nails digging into them. Her heart began to race, she couldn't contain her feelings anymore yet it was hard to even muster up the words to say it.

"What's going through your that brain of yours?" Y/N hadn't even realized she had been looking at the floor for a good while now, not moving or saying anything. She almost ignored his words until her courage came out of no where.

"Tony" she turned towards him, he turned his head in response. "I think I'm in love with you" his eyes opened in shock as did hers. They both looked at each other, not moving. Y/n's heart began to race and her legs started to shake.

Tony started laughing, breaking the silence. "You can't be in love with me, that's not what I do. I don't dooo "love", it's just a chemical reaction in your noggin-" he softly knocked on the top of Y/n's head like it was a door. "-Nothing too special, it comes and goes" Tony turned back to his project and began working on it as if the conversation never happened. "I'm sorry" was all she could say.

Y/n gulped down her tears that threatened to fall and walked away, heading to her room where she'd be for the rest of the night.

~Now~

Water rushed down Y/n's back and quickly went away as she turned the scalding hot water off. Most people wouldn't be able to stand in that hot of water, but for Y/n…she didn't feel anything. She was use to the heat, especially since she was born with the ability to create fire in any way shape or form, but she was deemed as dangerous. Always kept to the building unless they needed her desperately.

Y/n sighed and brushed off her thoughts as she walked over to her mirror. The steam from her shower fogged up the glass, keeping her from seeing herself. Which was just the way she liked it. Ever since that day, she felt unworthy. Was she just a joke to him? To everyone?

Quickly she got dressed, as she did every single day, the same routine over and over. Since she wasn't allowed to leave the facility she kept to her room. If she was a danger to the world, she'd be dangerous to them too. But was it the only reason? Well that's what she told everyone. The only one who ever visited her was Peter Parker. An awkward young boy who felt bad for her, kept up in her room hiding from the world.

Today was a little different, Peter couldn't visit her today. Something to do with training. Which is why the knock on her door surprised her so much. No one besides Peter bothered to talk to Y/n.

She carefully stood up from her bed that she had just sat down on, slowly inching towards the door. Afraid of what or who was behind it. Another knock sounded just as she grabbed the door knob stopping the person from knocking on the door once more.

The person fumbled forward a bit with the sudden movement of the door. Y/n's eyes widened and her mouth went dry.

"What are you doing here?" Her words came out with a bit of attitude laced with it. She was angry to say the least. Why would he bother showing his face, it's been almost a month since he said anything remotely to you.

"Hmm let me think…, I live here and technically this is MY building? So I'm allowed to be here" Tony tried to make the situation humorous, as for Y/n she definitely didn't agree as she went to slam the door in his face, but was stopped by Tony's hand hitting the door.

"What's going on with you? You're never around anymore" he pushed the door open and walked past her. Y/n rolled her eyes and followed him with her arms crossed.

"Why do you care?" Tony turned around to face her and chuckled.

"Wow, is this about what happened over a year ago now?" Tony crossed his arms as well looking into Y/n's eyes. Her face was laced in shock.

"I-I why would you even think that?" She was beyond angry now, he hasn't once mentioned the situation again not even when it happened and now he cares?

"You've never been the same since. What happened to you?" Without hesitation Y/n picked up a book that was close by and chucked it in his direction. Tony dodged and threw his hands up.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!?" Tony shouted, stepping closer to her.

"YOU TONY STARK, YOU ARE WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME." She sighed and calmed down a touch. "All this time I've been hiding from you, from the pain that I've held onto for so long. I thought I was over you." Y/n walked to her bed and sat down, the mattress sinking under her.

"I think I've been holding myself from loving you all over again" Y/n looked at the floor, she wasn't going to hold it back anymore. She felt as though he deserved to feel her pain.

"Y/n look at me-" Y/n stood back up from the bed.

"No Tony" she stepped towards him "I am not going to apologize for this, not anymore." He didn't respond, all he did was stare at her.

"I've felt bad for myself for way too long. Feeling like I need to keep apologizing to you, but all You've ever done is make me feel worthless. I don't even know how I could love you" tears began to fall from her face. She almost felt relieved telling him how she really felt.

Tony knew how he felt. Since that day a year ago he wanted to grab her and hug her tight telling her he felt the same way. He just couldn't, something inside of him forced it down.

Tears slowly came to Tony's eyes, he looked at the poor girl standing in defeat. Tony grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close to him. Hugging her like she would fall apart if he let go. Her body tensed up in response.

"Tony, what are you doing to me?" She tried to speak through her tears, Tony held her tighter as they stood.

"I'm sorry. For everything, for making you feel unworthy. I'm sorry for not telling you that I love you more than I could ever love anyone." He pulled away from the hug and stared into her E/c eyes. Y/n searched his face for lies, something that would make everything fall apart, but she could tell that he was sincere.

The both of them searched each other's eyes for a moment longer. Tony reached a hand towards her face, rubbing his thumb under her eyes to remove the tears.

"Y/n, I love you. Even if I am just a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist I still have feelings" the both of them giggled, Y/n's head falling down as she did. As she rose her head again to look at him, Tony grabbed her face softly and kissed her. It took her by surprise at first but kissed him back.

It wasn't long before they needed air. The both of them put their foreheads together. Tony grabbed her hand and started to walk to the door.

"Where are we doing?" Tony smirked at her, causing her to raise a brow back at him.

"I'm going to show you the world" her eyes lit up, he smiled back at her as they walked out of her room and into the hall. Greetings from everyone as they passed. All of themselves seemed so happy to see her, warming her heart instantly.

Deep down she knows she should still be pissed, but this is everything she wanted. Everything she's dreamed of.

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armylily · 1 year

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13. Mountaintop Battle

~(Y/N) POV~

Thor smirked and gently grabbed my hand, wanting to lead me somewhere. I let him as we passed a few rooms to see a new armor set. My eyes widen in awe as I thoroughly look at it. The metal shined beautifully from the light of the torches. I walk closer to barely skim the cold metal with my fingertips.

"Do you like it?", Thor asks behind me.

I turn around with a big closed-eyed smile. I hear him chuckle and shuffle around. I smile when I see Thor in front of me, holding my hands.

"I'm glad you like it. You can try it on after you get cleaned up."

My eyes widen slightly as I remember that I don't look presentable. I nod and Thor leads me out of the room holding the glory.

He stops in front of a door and opens it. It held a large tub of steaming water and four maids. They all smiled as we entered. Two maids pulled me and began to take off my hood, cape, and boots. I blush in surprise and look back at Thor.

"You'll find me in the armor room." He exits the room while closing the doors.

As the maids undress me, the other two both were blushing at me. I never noticed how toned my arms and legs were until I actually looked. I have a rather somewhat masculine shape. I sit down in the tub of warm water and groan at the relaxing feel. I'm not sure how long it's been but it felt forever since I relaxed.

The maid on my left grabbed a rag and began washing the dirt and grime off my face. I smile softly as the others started to scrub my legs and right arm.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, ladies. I can do-"

The maid by my right leg interrupts me, "No, Lady (Y/N). It is an honor for us to wash your body, to even touch you. We are doing this willingly."

She finished her sentence with a smile and I look at her with wide eyes and a blush rising to my cheeks. I nod while looking away and they continue.

~Time skip cuz it'll be awkwardly homosexual if I continue~

After I dried myself off, I began to put my undergarments on. My bra was slightly tight but that's a good thing. I would rather not have my breasts flipping around and hitting my face. I then throw on my tight, black, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and socks.

After my hair is dried, I finally look in the mirror. My dull, (E/C) eyes are full of life, my skin is now a beautiful shade of (S/C), and my lips are soft and moisturized. I look so much better than when I was dying. I smile and get up to try on my new suit of armor.

It took me a few minutes to remember the way back but I found it none of the less. Thor looks at me and smiles.

"You look great." I show him a soft smile back.

"Are you saying I didn't look great before?" I ask in a fake sad tone, just wanting to tease the god of thunder a little. His eyes widen and he shakes his head 'no' quickly.

"No, no, no, you look great in general- no, beautiful I mean, I-"

"I'm just japing with you, Thor. But thank you for the compliment." I smile back at him while he blushes slightly.

"Oh, right." Thor nervously laughs and scratches his neck. He walks towards the door and says, "Come out when you're done and we'll be on our way to your first mission." He smiles and closes the door. I turn to the set of armor and smiled.

Time to suit up.

~Another time skip~

I look into the large mirror on the wall and see another person. Another woman. Another angel. Another warrior. But as I look longer, I saw me. A new me. I smiled brightly at my new identity.

It was a huge struggle getting my wings through but Thor thought about them beforehand so I'll give him credit. I walk out of the room to see Thor looking at me in awe. I smile bashfully and twirl around like a young girl that got her very first dress.

I hear Thor's deep laugh and he comments, "You look like a familiar warrior angel I know. Have you seen her anywhere, my lady?" I look at him and shake my head.

"Thank you. For everything, Thor. I don't know what I would do without you."

I walk up to Thor and hug him. I could tell he was surprised by my action but he hugged me back. He starts to rub my back, slightly trying to avoid my wings. I decide to move my wings to huddle over Thor, shadowing the both of us.

"They're beautiful. I'm surprised at how well groomed they are," Thor compliments me and I reply with thanks.

I pull my wings back and ask, "Would you happen to have a sword and dagger for me? My hand-to-hand skills can only go so far." Thor then gasps and hits his forehead with his palm.

"Pardon my forgetfulness, my lady. This way."

Thor then walks to a room about 2 hallways away from the armor room and hands me a sword. It's a single handheld with not too much weight to it so that's a positive note. He walks to a rectangular burgundy box on the side and brings me a beautiful dagger.

I pick up the dagger, amazed by the beauty of how it was designed. Thor says, "That dagger belonged to my mother but she claimed that she didn't want it anymore, of course, it was too beautiful to just throw away so I kept it. Now, I'm glad I can bestow it to my hero."

I look up from the dagger and smile. I set the sword in my belt and stuff my new dagger into my left boot.

"I'm ready," I say with confidence and adrenaline.

Thor smiles and walks out of the room with me following behind. He pauses and stretches his left hand out. I raise my eyebrow in confusion but realize what he's doing. I quickly fly up, barely getting hit by Mjolnir. He then looks up at me and nervously laughs.

"Guess I should've warned you. I apologize," He says to me and I shake my head with a smile.

I start flying towards the large golden doors with Thor on my right-hand side. As the doors open, we zoom through the rainbow bridge. I laugh, feeling the harsh wind against my face. It felt so refreshing.

We began to slow down as we got closer to the circular building. I just remember a certain something or someone.

"Thor, what about Isolde?" I set my hand on his left shoulder and he stops walking.

"She's already in my stables, do not worry. She will be taken very good care of." I nod nervously and let go.

Thor looks away and looks at Heimdall with a nod. Heimdall also gives me a nod as we walk to the portal entrance. Thor walks in first and I follow after.

It took a few seconds for us to arrive but it was very dark. It must have been night here but as I begin to look around, I notice very tall trees all around me and I smile. They all look like the trees at the Valkyrie camp, large and green, even in the darkness. I walk up to one and touch the harsh brown bark, enjoying the feel of the covering.

Thor speaks up from the silence, "Loki is close by. We must go."

He began moving his hammer in circles and he flies away. I spread my wings and follow after him, my sword in my dominant hand. I hear thunder and see lightning strike to my left side. I am now by Thor's side as he nods towards something flying with bright white lights in the clouds.

Thor flies to the top of the aircraft and I see a hatch opening. I walk fast to the gold and red figure and knock him back with my fist as Thor grabs Loki out of it and flies off with me. I look at the man with a red, white, and blue costume and the man looks at me with shock. I set my sword back into the holster, dive out of the aircraft and, fly away to Thor. He settles on a small mountain and throws Loki down. I fly to his side, my body in a fighting stance for anything suspicious of the god of mischief.

Loki groans from the impact and laughs. I look at him with a scowl while Thor asks, "Where's the Tesseract?"

"I missed you too," Loki replies with sarcasm definitely in his voice.

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?!," Thor bellows out with frustration.

Loki then says, "You should thank me. With the Bifrost gone, did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you and your pet here to your "precious" earth?"

Thor reacts before me and stomps his way to his brother. He pulls him up with his large hand on his throat. I push down the blush when Loki looks at me with a smile and shoots me a wink. I see Thor's hand tighten its grip.

"I thought you dead." I look at Thor with confusion. Loki was known to be dead??

Loki looks at his brother with a smug look. "Did you mourn?"

I frown at his words. If anyone random had passed, of course, there will be people that miss them.

Thor replies with a shakey voice, "We all did. Our father-"

"Your father," Loki interrupts. He then pushes Thor's hand off of him and makes his way to me.

"He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?"

As Loki says that sentence, he circles me while looking up and down. I wrap my wings around my body, attempting to avoid his gaze but failing as he continues to look in fascination.

Thor looks at Loki with sadness on his face, "We were raised together. We played together. We fought together. Do you remember none of that?!"

I could tell that Thor truly does care about his brother, not caring that he was adopted. I wish I would have one sibling, regardless of gender identity.

Loki turns to look at Thor with a blank expression but I could tell he's very upset, "I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I, who was, and should be, king!!"

Thor argues back and walks up to his trouble-making sibling, "So you take the world I love as a recompense for your imagined slights? No. The Earth is under my protection, Loki."

He then chuckles darkly, "And you're doing a marvelous job with that. The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. I mean to rule them, as why should I not?"

Thor shakes his head in disappointment, "You think yourself above them?"

Loki says in an obvious tone, "Well, yes."

Thor replies, "Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother. A throne would suit you ill."

As he said that, Loki grabs Thor roughly and pushes him out of his way, walking towards the cliff. I walk and stand by Thor, my blade still intact as the tension between them grows.

Loki yells, "I've seen worlds you've never known about! I have grown, Odinson, in my exile. I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it-"

Thor struts towards Loki and demands, "Who showed you this power?! Who controls the would-be king?"

"I AM A KING!"

Thor then grabs Loki by his shoulders and continues, "Not here! You give up the Tesseract! You give up this poisonous dream!"

I interject in a soft voice but it's loud enough for the men to hear, "You can come home."

They both look at me as I walk towards them but mostly Loki with soft eyes.

He scoffs and says, "I don't have it." Thor then lets go of Loki with a push.

Loki states, "You need the Cube to bring me home. But I have sent it off, I know not where."

I then hear something unusual. I turn around to see a blue light coming towards us fast. My eyes widen and I push Thor out of the way only to be met by a force pushing me away from the mountain and to the ground. As I try to balance standing, the red and gold figure stands 6 feet in front of me.

I growl, "Do not touch me."

The mask goes up to show the face of the man wearing the suit, "Then don't take my stuff, doll." I deepen my scowl at the name.

I reply, "You have no idea what you're dealing with."

The man mocks me by turning left and right and says, "Shakespeare in the park?"

I look at him in frustration and confusion. He continues, "Doth Mother know you wear-eth her drapes?"

My anger grows, "This is beyond you, tin man. Loki will face Asgardian justice." I pull out my blade for any surprise attacks from the man.

He replies with, "He gives up the Cube, he's all yours, doll. Until then," His mask goes down to cover his face and his mechanical voice says, "stay out of the way....tourist."

I frown more and fly towards him, punching him and making him fly back through a few trees. I feel a presence beside me and look to see Thor with a scowl.

I look up to where Loki was and he's just sitting there, watching. Creepy but at least he's not gone. I look back at the mortal, again in my fighting stance. Thor then starts to swing his hammer in circles and the man slowly rises and shoots a blast at me, knocking me back into a tree. I hear blasters then punches being thrown. I groan and look up to see the men fighting.

I push myself out of the tree while Thor gets kicked back through another tree on my right. I shake my wings off and fly towards the metal man. I then kick his legs out from under him and push him down with my hand. He groans in pain and shoots me with another blast. I go into the air but begin to fly to stop myself from falling.

Thor then raises his hammer and gathers lightning from the dark sky. Mjolnir shows sparks on the sides as Thor aims it at the armored mortal. As the lightning shoots out at the man, he gets pushed back a few feet but is still standing. I watch from above, ready to strike when I hear a mechanical "How about that?".

The man then uses his hands and chest beams at Thor and I dive down. I kick him down into the ground and pull him up, throwing a few punches and then throwing him in Thor's direction. Thor doesn't succeed as the other man flies towards him and takes him through the trees. I look up at Loki and he shows me a smirk.

I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I look away. Why does he have to be so attractive? I hear more trees being torn down as I look up to see both of the men hurdling downwards and into the ground. They weren't too far so I ran towards them. As I ran, Thor threw a punch and gripped the metal man's forearms.

The man blasted him in the face and headbutted him. Thor was unphased and also did a headbutt, sending the man flying. I giggle at the scene but turned serious as I jumped up to punch the man in the back and onto the ground. He puts both of his hands on the ground and flies up, hitting my jaw and giving me a bad headache.

I move back and groan in pain, holding my jaw. I adjust it and look up to see Thor crouching. They both ran towards each other and began to have a fistfight. Thor had the upper hand because of his strength as he picks up the tin man and throws him back on the ground.

Mjolnir arrives in Thor's right hand as he readied himself to slam it on the other man but he flies out from under him and makes Thor trip. I ran towards Thor but see that the metal man was coming back so I block the punch and push him back. As the man, Thor, and I raise our fists, something hits the two men.

"Hey!", I hear a voice yell out.

I turn around to see the same blue, red, and white costumed man from the aircraft now holding a red, white, and blue shield.

"That's enough."

The man hops down from the broken tree with a huff. He looks at me with a soft look in his eyes than to my side, or Thor, with a frown.

He says with caution in his voice, "Now, I don't know what you two plan on doing here."

Thor replies, "We've come here to put an end to Loki's schemes."

The strange costumed man looks at me again then back to Thor, "Then prove it. Put the hammer down."

The mechanical voice pitches in, "Uh yeah, no. Bad call. He loves his hammer-"

Thor interrupts his sentence with a hit of his weapon, sending the tin man flying backward.

Thor then yells out, "You want me to put the hammer down?!"

He jumped up with Mjolnir raised, ready to strike the costumed man. I hastily fly in front of Thor with my sword in front of his hammer.

"THOR, NO!!"

A bright light erupted from the collision and it pushed all of us back, clearing out a yard of trees on the outside of the already damaged ones. I hit the ground hard and groan from the impact. Now my wings are starting to hurt, I must've hit a rock. I hiss in pain as I push myself up with my sword.

As I stood up and walked towards the men starting to stand up, I let out a deep breath and look at Thor, waiting for his next move. He looks at me and nods, signaling me to stand down.

I set my sword back into my belt and hear the strange costumed man say, "Are we done, here?"

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filiaisasacrifice · 1 year

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Love Witch

Yandere! Entity(DEV) x Reader

Note: He's going to kill me for putting him in an XReader lmao, also, Don't bully MLP, and don't be dumb lol, I actually like the series a little, and my favorite character is Pinky Pie!

When you were a kid you were an ugly little shit, like, kicking your dad's balls with a butter sock style of ugly, you had the personality of a hyperactive rock and it's worth noting that your social status was "doubtful" to say the least.

Tv, the internet, radio, you name it! was a big part of what shaped you as a person, a semi-normal human person.

Entertainment was like your own mother! Who can blame you when the blue light from the store's computer screen fluttered in the dark like butterflies? the dust particles shimmered like snowflakes in the light, the thought was like a drop of poison shimmering and impacting directly on your loins.

In the first video a house twinkling like a Starfire, there were no people except for the breath of the person recording, it wasn't like a burning house ironically ignited the fire of curiosity in your reptilian brain (lizard brain?), it was something else, the fact that someone would do something so evil, was it an abandoned house or were there people inside? Are the police going to catch the perpetrator and treat them like the scumbag they are?

You breathed hot air, even though the back room was cold as a witch's dick.

The second page was a couple of illustrations

Particularly of a man with his arms and legs missing, you thought he was a man at least, it was just a black background with the white border of the "man",

Quite pixelated, like something taken from the fetishist side of Deviantart and artists of dubious quality, maybe the rawness caught your attention, a drawing made out of pure desire without being modified, the type of object that a Witch of Love physically would use for her Amarres.

Sometimes you feel curious and that curiosity leads you to strange places, like when you looked in the back of the ice cream freezer and saw that.

Curiosity was your seductress, your weakness, you would fight losing battles for curiosity, was it a siren or a succubus with all its nuances from "Where do coins go when you flush them down the toilet" to "On a scale of 1/10 how much does it hurt if I throw myself off the roof?"

you clicked the link dramatically.

It was a My Little Pony forum, an old one, ancient, in the number of active users it only had a sad and meek "1", the image was there with a few others of the same nature, if a little bit more boring, just the process of losing limbs in pixelated white lines, you've seen worse in flash games, to be honest, oh, those good days.

"Sigh"

You muttered unimpressed, Your muse had teased you with her sensuality and left you high and dry.

On the bright side, you were number one in something besides clowns.

DEV666: Hey :)

Apparently, you weren't number one, It was a little surprising that the guy was still active, for that they have your respect, however, a stranger on the internet is still a stranger on the internet, as Shakespeare said once.

Anon#133: Suc my dic

short and to the point, an expression of your repressed feelings, it's been SUCH an exhausting few weeks…

DEV666: Rude, Not the rudest thing I've ever been told, I thought a fellow pony enjoyer would understand the concept of love and friendship, but, as always (in these circumstances), I was wrong.

Anon#133: Lmaoo who likes my little poneys, wht are you, six?

You laughed, nothing brightens your night like antagonizing a My Little Pony fan, maybe your adventures were worth it, the future seemed a little more sparkly.

DEV666: Those girls are a hundred times better than you right now, my dear, if you'll excuse me, I'll leave this conversation here >:(

Anon#133: Draama queen, ponis suck crybabyyyy you write like a grandmaaa

You like to think that you are a reasonable person, it was not very reasonable to send them thirteen more messages with random shit, also the lyrics of David Bowie's Space Oddity and the word "penis" twice at the end...

But hey, you could indulge a little.

...

Another response.

DEV666: That's it, I'm coming for you motherfucker.

With that, you closed the page and turned off the computer, time to go back to work.

The store phone rang

Weirdly, the only ones who call are the police and Snuffy from time to time, although he only breathes on the line, well, you think it's Snuffy, sometimes he whispers in Spanish but when you asked him he told you that he doesn't speak Spanish.

RING RING RING!

You take the phone, and the plastic sits at room temperature on your skin.

"Snuffy?"

Someone was breathing on the phone, again, It sounded robotic, like a talking vacuum cleaner.

"What the fuck"

Seriously, what the fuck, who uses Loquendo these days? that's creepypasta-level bullshit.

You looked at the Jesus-shaped stain on the wall as if it was going to give you an answer.

"My little Pony is for losers"

Bep.

with that, you ended the call.

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ne0nlightzz · 2 years

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Yo! this is basically any and all info for my page and writing /story requests!! [Fandoms,"Rules",DNI,ETC]

since that's why i started a tumbler acc, because the writing community on here is actually seeming pretty large and you can never try to put yourself out there on to many platforms with a writing aspect,right?...

well actually you can and that's why i wasn't even aware that i had a qoutev account for nearly a year when i went to go make a new one and was logged into that one on my laptop but ykyk.

•ACC RULES•

Basic acc rule- all of my soicals are LGBTQ+,OSDD/DID,SFW Agere/Petre,Furry and neurodiverse friendly but if you're homophobic or toxic i most likely won't hesitate to block your ass!:]

STORY REQUEST RULES

I WILL NOT WRITE-

Pedophilia

anything sexual with a kid-

ITS A CHILD WHY DO YOU WANT THAT IF ITS BELLOW 18 AND NOT HOW OLD YOU ARE AND YOU ARE YOUNGER THEN LIKE 14-15 GET SOME HELP MATE ITS A ISSUE-

Overly toxic relationships- like if that's the whole story im uncomfy writing that because its just- its not my best to write i guess-

I WILL WRITE

[its not actually that may rules,i just over elaborate and it makes the list seem long-]

Just about any relation ship[BxB/MxM,GxG/WxW,Poly,romantic,platonic]

I do write xReader stories [for the fandoms listed below] but at the moment i will only write Male-Reader, FTM-Reader or Gender neutral-Reader because there's just not enough of those and because that's what I'm comfortable with as I'm still newer to writing xreader/self inserts and stuff

I can write 'smut' but ive never actually tried because haft way through im just kinda have a whole "wtf did i just write and what will my friends think of me if they find this" moment but please request that with whatever you want but keep in mind i won't write sexual shit for children or family- im trying to stay sane here and am a minor, man, sorry.

platonic or romantic relationships

angst[god im getting go at writing angst- its weird],fluff,those (sorta weird n random) sexual but not scenes-

G0re- [i want to try writing g0re so bad ngl- because how dose one write g0re and make it good?-/injury ig

Okay lets be honest ill write just about anything but

ill try to write GxG but I will not be writing xfem reader at the moment,I'm personally uncomfy doing so because it makes me dysphoria horrible

anything outside the fandoms i have listed for requests [if its not there ask bc i might make acceptions]

weird ped0 and sexual minor/child shit[once again its a childddd ill write you a cute lil fluff sibling or parent figure thing but not anything that's illegal n gross<3]

if its a aged up AU ill think about it but won't 100% write it,ill really have to think about it

i just want to experiment with writing different things and learn different writing techniques so i can maybe find what exactly i enjoy writing the most and i feel like this would be a good way-

•FANDOMS•

Fandoms i will write for!

Supernatural

The Black Phone

The Lost Boys [yk that old vampire movie? love it-]

Creepypasta

Marble hornets

IT [all of them- also the bowers gang- I'll write for them 100%-]

FNAF/Afton's [yeah that can go downhill VERY FAST]

The owl house/Gravity Falls [yes, I'm aware imma nerd but give me a break- there good shows]

Ninjago[ill only write for season 1-3 atm because im re-watching it after god knows how long and can only remember those seasons atm]

Sander sides [does this even have an active fandom anymore?]

Marvel/Spider man [Mainly Iron man or Spiderman because they are like my comfort characters- i also write for both the Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield Spiderman !!Not the actors but the character!!][spider man is now my gender-this is a joke,please don't attack me-]

those are my main fandoms that i will 1000% write for and below are some that I'm a bit iffy about writing for[like I'm not iffy about possible writing about a demonic triangle]

OHSHC[once again, is there even a fandom for this anymore?-]

TBHK

idfk- im not rly a anime person anymore and can't think of anymore fandoms that im still semi-apart of-

DNI

Basic criteria[Anti-LGBTQ+, Abelist, Racist, Sexist, ETC]

Ped0/MAPS/Zoophile

Fake-claimers [yk who u are]

Anti-Agere/Petre[i get it if you don't rly vibe w/ it but don't go bashing a coping mech man- it's not a kink or smt, just a way to cope and usually involuntary-]

Under the age of 13

Proshippers/Fujioshi/Girls who fetishize bxb n all

MASTER LISTS/MORE

My writing socials masterlist [you can find all my bigger works there]

Fandom masterlist

About me

My general socials masterlist [my other socials like Spachey and others]

EXTRA INFO

I'm dyslexic and that's sorta self-explanatory and explains any grammar/spelling errors in my work. While i do try to edit and catch all mistakes and errors sometimes they slip past me and don't get corrected, there for my work sometimes has a few minor errors but nothing that should actually affect the quality of my work a ton.

I[rarely]use slurs i can reclaim and will only use ones i can reclaim in my work[and that the character can reclaim- unless for drama purposes-] but I WILL NOT USE SLURS I CAN NOT RECLAIM!

I do work on my own individual story's aside from fandom shorts/oneshots so i don't always work on fanfics and sometimes have to take time for those stories!

To quickly address smt I've had issues with

While yes, I do fully support the agere/petre community's I'm not actually a involved part of them anymore due to personal issues and no longer finding it a safe place personally, I rarely regress and slip into headspace and only am a caregiver to one long distance little who is a close friend.

And while yes, I am open to writing 'nsfw content' that's not what I'm about, while yes I'll do it, I will never write anything not sfw for the agere community and want this to be a place for all kinds of people and stories. I want to write agere stuff but also don't want to have to keep my blog 1000% sfw because I write a few comfort n age/petre stories- but I also don't want to make my blog 100% nsfw because I rarely write that and part of why I do is being I'm hypersexual due to past personal stuff.

How many times did i say "while yes," in this? -

Yes.

PLEASE REQUEST- I LOVE GETTING WRITING REQS SO MUCH!!

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sarahrogersevans · 2 years

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Fall Girl’s MasterList ♥️

Hiii! Welcome to my Blog 🤗💙 here’s all my stories so far,I really hope you enjoy xx I will be posting more every so often when I can.

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/688182588485091328/cramps-and-cuddles-chris-evans-fan-fiction

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/688921636986077184/see-you-soon

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/689644102613123072/ill-love-you-in-a-different-way-steve-rogers

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/689832942287126528/overwhelmed-comfort-care-steve-rogers-x-reader

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/690004178788073472/can-it-last-chris-evans-x-reader-fan-fiction

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/690238160352968704/warnings-fluff-mentions-of-feeling-sick-no

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/690291464082784256/youre-ready-bucky-barnes-au-x-reader-fic

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/690741423098806272/adorable-autumn-girl-bucky-xreader-fan-fiction

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/690832038025117696/never-gonna-be-alone-eddie-munson-fic-summary

https://sarahrogersevans.tumblr.com/post/691563161554436096/chris-evans-only-time-will-tell-masterlist

#marvel fandom #x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #steve rogers fanfic #chris evans fan fic #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson #fluff #chris evans fluff #chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans x fem! reader #eddie muson x reader #eddie stranger things #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x fem!reader

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rorynne · 2 years

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Ngl, idk what it is about xreader fan fics, theyre just easier for me to read than common ships. I think a lot of it comes from a higher chance at not characterizing two characters and their relationships "correctly" its harder to fuck up when one character is, essentially, a blank slate.

But I also feel like its just this weird mental block I have where I fucking CRINGE at any kind of romantic content in most media. Ive always been (ironically) rather romance repulsed, and x readers are usually just ridiculous enough that it doesnt feel like watching a *real* relationship to me.

The only time i also DONT cringe at romance is with trashy (affectionate) romance novels where the relationships are either toxic as fuck or in some way absolutely ridiculous, like trying to fuck a ghost. Any story where the characters are in a healthy and relatively standard realistic relationship legitimately makes me so deeply uncomfortable that I want to gag.

But I dont really HAVE that issue when I'm shipping ocs or xreader. Hell, I cant even read fanfic for the canon characters that I DO ship. Like, I can count the amount of winterhawk fanfiction that ive read on one hand, and it has to be IMMACULATE for me to be able to read it. I have tntduo fic downloaded onto my ereader but when ever I try to read it I get that queasy feeling. Idk man, xreader is legitimately the only romantic fanfic type I can handle reading. I love the platonic fics that Ive found, those things fucking rock.

#i feel like part of it is also rooted in gender dysphoria #like all the xreader that I read at gender neutral #and the only gender im SEMI okay with relating to is womanhood #but thats largely because of how long I've been treated as a woman rather than my actual gender identity #i can ignore that dysphoria easier #and ive always been the type to at least vaguely insert myself into the story one way or another #idfk man #all i know is i really like xreaders they make it so im able to enjoy romance centric fanfic #and i really wish they werent seen as cri ge or weird as often as they are #who cares if I ship myself with a fictional character like clint barton?

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Tony Stark x One-Sided!Stark Employee!Reader: Hush Money

Summary: A mistake: That’s all you are to him.

Rating/Warnings: T (Infidelity, sexual relationships between a boss and an employee, bribery, sexual references, questionable consent due to alcohol involvement, references to alcohol abuse, Tony/Pepper, OoC!Tony)

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Hush Money

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Stark?”

The words fell quietly onto the plush carpet beneath your feet. With the heavy doors closed behind you, the office felt more like a prison. You held a hand up above your eyes to shield them from the dazzling sunlight spilling from the window.

“Ah, [Name].” Tony Stark spun slowly in his chair, looked you slowly up and down, and gestured for the seat in front of his desk. “Please, take a seat.”

Your heart gave a peculiar, off-kilter squeeze at the words, but you did as asked. Tony–Mr. Stark–simply continued to stare at you. What did he want? Why did he call you out of work? You had calculations to finish, computers to program, projects to work out. Finally, you could take the silence no longer.

“Mr. Stark–”

“How much?”

You waited for him to explain himself, but Mr. Stark did not. “How much for what?”

“How much do I need to pay you to not tell Pepper about last night?”

This time, your heart fell dead in your chest as all the blood rushed to your cheeks.

“Wh-What?” you managed to stammer.

Not that you didn’t know what he was talking about, but you didn’t think remembering the previous night of getting drunk and the resulting fling you’d had with your boss was going to help anything. All the while, Mr. Stark watched you.

“Look. I made a mistake,” he said.

The silent office. The slight lingering effects of your hangover. The offer to pay you to keep quiet. It was all too much. Hot tears sprung to your eyes. You stood quickly to distract him from noticing.

“I’m…I’m a mistake?” you asked.

“No, no, no!” Mr. Stark got to his feet and rushed around his desk. You hardly noticed as you hung your head and tired not to cry–at least until his arms wrapped you in a hug. “[Name]. I like you. But I can’t do that to Pepper.”

"Do what?” you asked in a tight voice.

“I care about her. Last night…I shouldn’t have…”

Before he could finish, you pushed him roughly away and began to wipe angrily at your eyes.

“[Name]–”

“No,” you said fiercely and marched to the door. Just as you wrenched them open, you turned back to Mr. Stark with a snarl. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

Then you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

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domxmarvel · 3 years

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My world

1K masterlist

“You mean the world to me” Tony Stark x Female!Reader (implied smut)

“Tony are you-” You walked into the lab to make sure he wasn’t caught up in his work and forgot about the party tonight,he was as you suspected caught up in his work. What you didn’t suspect was that he’d be shirtless “R-ready”

“I’ll be there in a minute. '' He grabbed the towel off the table and wiped his face. You didn’t realize that you were standing there with your mouth open until Tony walked towards you,backing up until your back hit the wall. “Like what you see?”

“Just hurry up or we’ll be late”

“Y/N that dress is perfect on you” He kissed your cheek before heading upstairs,leaving you flustered.

Throughout the entire party you noticed how almost every woman was looking at Tony,you knew his history as a playboy. But when you started dating he was dedicated to you. Even though you knew he’d never cheat on you,you hated the way everyone looked at him. It didn't take long for you to drag Tony away from the crowd.

"Y/N what's wrong?"

"We're leaving"

***

Surprisingly he didn't even ask about why you dragged him out of the party,especially since you pulled him away from his work earlier. You dragged him all the way to his room and pushed him onto the bed. Straddling his lap,you pushed him down and kissed him.

“Y/N do you really wanna do this with me?”

“Tony you mean the world to me,there’s no one else I’d rather do this with” The second those words left your mouth,he fliped you over so that he was on top.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop” You nodded,moving your hands to his cheeks and pulled him down to kiss him. You felt his hand on your inner thigh,moving up.

“And you mean the world to me too,I love you”

#tony x reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark #tony stark imagine #Tony Stark fanfiction #iron man x reader #iron man xreader #domxmarvel

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lucisfavoritedemon · 3 years

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Teen Reader x Avengers x Deadpool

Reader is in a teen version of the icebox because they got caught stealing with their powers (orphaned). The reader has masterd their Teleportation, telekinesis, and healing abilities. When Wade and Russell comes to the prison they start a start a prison riot/escape with the reader. (Think Black ops 1) The reader decides to finally escape the Icebox by starting a prison riot/escape. The reader then escapes they change their clothes and then hop a train going to Denver. The reader gets a job on a farm. Years later the Avengers decide to come on the farm the r is working on, undercover (disguise) to each "buy a horse." However, their plan fails and all of them gets into a fight with the r. The r loses but they join the Avengers with their powers

Pairing: Teen reader x Avengers x Deadpool (platonic of course)

Warnings: angst, violence, anxiety, cute connection with animals

Word Count: 1398

A/N: requested by @lunchawx. I hope this is what you were looking for. I haven't seen Deadpool in a while so I'm a little rusty in writing the character, but I hope you like it. Sorry it's also so short. All mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

I sat in my cell wondering how I even got here. Oh wait, it was because I decided to go against my gut feeling, and my friend’s advice, and used my abilities to steal. I just wanted to prove that I wasn’t just some silly, no good orphan. Turns out that’s all I might ever be to society. Now I’m sitting in a high security cell, and bored out of my mind.

I thought it was going to be a normal day where I would be let out of my cell to eat then go right back inside. That was till I met these two guys, they talked to me while I ate, telling me of a plan to break out of there.

“Alright, I’m listening.”

“I’m Wade by the way, and this is Russell.” One of the men said.

“I’m Y/n.”

They went over the plan, and I knew it was full proof. They had no idea who they were talking to. I guess the guards underestimated me, and my abilities. The plan was in place, all we had to do was execute it.

The next few days went by as normal. I ate my first meal in my cell, and lunch was with the other inmates. I hung around Wade and Russell while I was out of my cell every chance I got. The guards didn��t think twice about my quick connection to these two new inmates.

Last meal I ate was always in my cell by choice, but on the day we decided to execute the plan I told the guard that I wanted to eat with the other inmates. He allowed it, and didn’t question me. Little did he know what would soon go down.

I sat with Wade and Russell like I did at lunch time. This time though, they started a fight with another inmate. Russell continued to fight the others, and Wade turned to me nodding for me to get away as all the guards on duty came running to stop the fighting. I ran as fast as I could. I ran to a closet where the extra guard uniforms were kept. I took one, though I knew it probably would fit properly, but I had to get out somehow.

I kept walking, and headed for the exit of the prison. A guard started to walk up to me asking for my identification due to the riot going on in the mess hall. I read his mind to find a guard who I knew usually got off duty around this time. I then corrupted his thoughts into thinking that I was this guard, and he let me through.

I walked out, and immediately headed for the train station. I picked the first train out and saw that the next train was leaving in 10 minutes for Denver. I hopped on and was on my way to Colorado.

As soon as I got to Colorado, I asked around to see who would be willing to hire a 17 year old. One person was very helpful and told me about a very nice farm on the plains that was looking for help. I hitchhiked my way out of the city and headed to the plains to find this farm.

“I want to see how well you work with the animals first before we discuss anything further.” The farmer stated.

I completely understood that. He didn’t want someone who was going to hurt his animals, he wanted someone who was in it for more than just the money. I walked up to one of the more wild horses, according to the farmer, I put my hand out, sending the horse a calming feeling. It let me touch it, and pet it. This astonished the farmer.

“I have yet to be able to lay a finger on him. He came from an abuse case that animal control brought to me.”

I smiled as I kept petting him, “he’s very sweet. He’s just scared that people will hurt him again.”

“You can tell that just by touching him?”

“I can read his body language too, but yeah. He is just scared. That’s all.”

The farmer smiled at me, “you have a real gift. You’re hired. I’ll show you to your room.”

~*~

It’s been almost 4 years since I started working here. I have helped rehabilitate and rehome almost 100 horses, and each month we get more and more. Today I had a whole group of people coming by to look at the new rehabilitated horses. I was sad to see that the horse, Hades, that got me the job in the first place was part of the group of horses being looked at.

I was brushing him out when a couple of cars drove up to the property. I just kept working as the farmer showed them around. The group consisted of five males and one female which I found oddly strange, but I didn’t question it. Then came time for them to look at the horses.

“Y/n here will show you the best candidates, but I’ll start with Hades here. He was a very abused horse brought here four years ago from an abuse/hoarding case. Y/n here has been working really hard on getting him to warm up to people.” The farmer spoke, before leaving me to introduce the rest of the horses.

“Hades is a special horse to me. He is the reason I am here, and not in the prison system. He’s a good horse, but misunderstood.”

“Kind of like you huh?” A tall, muscular, short blond haired man spoke up.

“I guess.”

Hades suddenly rears up in fear, but also as a warning. He knew these people weren’t really here to buy horses. They were looking for me. I shoved them all away with my powers and hopped on Hades. Two of the men recovered quickly and hopped on two of the other horses and raced after me. One of them seemed to know how to work a lasso, and roped me off.

I fell to the ground face first. The other hogtied me to keep me there. “I haven’t done anything wrong! I’ve lived a quiet life!”

“You have powers that you don’t understand kid.” The blond guy spoke.

“Maybe we could use them rather than send them back?” The man wearing sunglasses questioned.

“Tony, the mission was to find the kid and bring them back, not recruit them.”

“I got that Cap, but they seem to be doing good in the world. Maybe we could use them.”

“I could be of help. I can read minds and even corrupt. I also can heal if that’s a selling point, but whatever you decide I want to bring Hades with, but I don't want to back to prison.” I spoke up, trying to convince them to recruit me rather than send me back to prison.

Tony looked at this Cap guy. Then Cap spoke up, “fine, but you gotta prove this criminal past is behind you.”

“I’ve been here for four years enjoying the peace and quiet. Isn’t that proof enough?”

“They have a point.” Tony stated.

“Fine. I’m Steve, and that’s Tony by the way. The curly haired man over there is Bruce. The man with the long blond hair is Thor, yes the god. The woman is Natasha but we all call her Nat, and the man standing next to her is Clint.”

“Nice to meet you all I guess. Do you mind untying me please?” I ask very politely.

“Oh sorry kid. We just wanted to be sure you weren’t going to run away.” Tony spoke up, sounding truly sorry.

“It’s fine. I get it. So, was that a yes on me keeping the horse?”

“I don’t mind. Cap?”

“If you really want to, I don’t mind. We have plenty of space for it back in New York. Plenty of land at least.”

“Thank you, and I won’t disappoint.”

“Alright then, kid. Welcome to the Avengers!” Tony smiled, untying, then walking me over to the others.

I hoped my life would be different, and much better than it started out. I had a second chance to make things right, and I finally felt like I could belong somewhere. A place where I didn’t feel out of place. Somewhere with others just like me.

#The Avengers #deadpool #platonic relationships #xreader #gender neutral reader #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #clint barton #captain america #iron man #black widow #hulk #hawkeye

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delicrieux · 4 years

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I really love Bruce Banner from the Avengers movies, so maybe an x reader with the reader being his and Tony’s assistant. So everyday she bring in a different coffee mug because she has a whole collection and he just finds it really amusing.

y is this so cute 🥺

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A hefty salary means a lot of useless purchases. Useless to some, that is, though to you they are entirely justifiable investments. Case in point, if you were not compulsively buying every quirky or cute mug, cup, and demitasse, how could you possibly serve your favorite bosses out of a new one every afternoon, 365 days a year?

You couldn’t, and that’s a thought so treacherous you can’t even bare to ponder on it any longer. Another slow day at the office - as slow as it can be working at S.T. - and you have retorted to over-analyzing every little thing you do or have done. To torture and entertain yourself, of course. Because who doesn’t enjoy an existential crisis in the middle of the day?

The coffee machine whines one last victorious time as the remaining drops of cream dot the cup. An Espresso for Mr. Stark out of a floral pink meissan porcelain demitasse with real gold accents (it costed a fortune at the Antiques, but only the best for your boss nr.1); a Cappuccino for your crush, served in an elegant heart-eyes emoji cup you snagged from Walmart (a bit on the nose perhaps, but it’s just too cliche and stupid for you to pass up).

You bring their coffee to their lab - a room where they spent most of their time talking, joking, inventing, experiencing an occasional fit of frustration and smashing everything in a five feet radius. Yes, that last one might have been directed at Banner. You had scolded him for what had happened last time, as much as you could scold your superior. Stark insisted that Banner has a soft spot for you, and you dared to believe him. Because there’s no way on God’s green earth you would have ever shrieked at Stark, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

“Oh!” Bruce is the first to notice you, turning away from the drawing board, “...Hi.”

You grin, “Hello hello! I have brought you refreshments.”

“Please tell me that mines the Queen looking one.” Tony chimes. You set their coffees on the desk with a nod. “Thank God,” He mumbles, “Hey, next time? Bring me Redbull in a cup like that.”

“Feeling fancy?” Bruce raises a brow, picking up his very own emoji cup with a soft smile, “...This is...Cute.”

Cute as in a baby lamb; cute like a new pair of ballet flats in 2013, or in his case, cute as in a microchip he invented that, if you squinted, looks like a face of a kitten. Not as in snide, awkward, ungrateful.

You even share the same atrocious style of kitchen clutter. Your heart swells in your chest from pride - you knew he would appreciate the delicacy of the heart-eyes emoji, the subtle simplicity, the underlying meaning. Truly, if you weren’t such a wonderful assistant, you would be a world-renowned philosopher.

You stick around for a bit, chatting, admiring their new contraptions. When dismissed, Tony finally falls into a fit of annoying giggles; Bruce merely sighs, trying to ignore him.

“You,” Tony points at him, “should ask her out.”

Bruce almost chokes on his drink, “What? No!”

“Oh, come on, you are not fooling anyone.” Tony snickers, endlessly amused, “And she clearly likes you, I mean...She serves me from ceramics she probably stole from Elizabeth the 2nd, while I’m noticing a very clear lovey-dovey theme with yours. Hate not being someone’s favorite, but I can hold my spite if you can man up and take her on a date. Because believe me, Bruce, you do not want me to get involved. Great news for me, but, spoiler, you’d be in a world of embarrassment.”

Tony’s threat hangs in the air like smog. Bruce has no choice but to quickly agree, just to postpone this torture. Not that going out with you would be in any way unpleasant, it’s just that he’s really awkward.

For now he’ll simply appreciate your collection and try to figure out a way to ask you out while being the perfect mix of endearing and not too eager.

hope you liked it! xxx

#the avengers #marvel #bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #tony stark #Iron Man #the avengers imagine #the avengers x reader #marvel imagine #mcu #mcu imagines #the hulk #reader #xreader #reader insert #request #fluff #love u tony xoxox #had to google what the fuck is meissan lol

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armylily · 1 year

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Chapter 12: Mischief

~(Y/N) POV~

As I set my room key on the counter, I grab the bag of apples, pull my hood down and walk out with Thor.

I pulled out a red one and take a bite, the crisp, sweet tang of the insides making me sigh in happiness.

I then remember my new companion. My heart drops as I realize I can't take her with me.

Thor seems to notice my downtrodden face and asks, "What is the matter, Ms. (L/N)?"

I pick my head up slowly and look at Isolde, the beautiful appaloosa looking at me with a glint of confusion in her eyes.

He follows my gaze and says, "You can bring your horse with you! It's not a problem at all!"

I look at him with joy in my eyes and show him a slightly wide smile. If only I noticed Thor's rosy cheeks and a racing heartbeat. I run up to Isolde and rub her long neck.

I then whispered, "You can stay with me, Isolde! I don't have to leave you here!"

I grab an apple from the bag and give it to Isolde. She eats it happily, making me smile wider.

I know it's been less than a day but I grow attached to animals very quickly. Reason why my gut is always right about people but I'm weak for animals.

I then hop onto my saddle and grip the reins. Thor looks up at me and smiles softly and walks down the dirt road. I clicked my tongue, signaling Isolde to walk. As we continue walking, I see a group of people, specifically one girl and three men.

I look at Thor with uncertainty and he nods. I pull the reins to slow Isolde's strides.

"Everyone, this is our new teammate. Teammate, meet everyone."

Thor does jazz hands in my direction and I smile softly at his silliness. Isolde shakes her mane and does a whinny. The rather large man walked up to Isolde, held his hand out, and scratched her muzzle.

"She's a beauty." He says, looking up at me with a toothy smile.

He looks warm and friendly.

I'm sure he can't see my eyes but he can see my lips so I smile.

"Thank you," I reply.

"I'm Volstagg, my lady."

He holds his hand out towards me and I set the reins in my left hand and shake his hand with my right.

"Call me (Y/N)."

As I say that, I raise my head up slightly to show Volstagg my face with a mischievous smile.

His eyes widen like the wet dough I made for bread at the bakery when I flattened them out. He seems to stumble over his words, unable to contain his excitement.

He then does something I have never, ever seen in my entire life.

He squeals.

It's high pitched and I wince slightly at the sound, as well as the others did. Volstagg hops around with a slightly feminine giggle.

I smile at his behavior, not expecting this kind of reaction but after Thor encountered me, Thor Odinson, the future king of Asgard, was a fan of mine, I may have gotten a teeny, tiny bit confident after...

"YOU'RE THE GUARDIAN ANGEL OF THE VAL-!!" Volstagg yells out and I move quickly to silence his voice.

I look at the others with a nervous smile and they were in shock. The lady had her eyes wide and her lips parted, the blonde man had his jaw on the ground and the foreign man had slightly wide eyes.

Thor chuckles loudly as I look at my fanboy, signaling him to not scream. "Yes, this, my friends, is the well-known (Y/N) (L/N), the warrior angel, or the guardian angel of the Valkyrie."

I move my hand away from the excited man and hop off Isolde. I held the reins in my left hand again and pull my hood down all the way.

May I remind the reader that you are still filthy, your face is covered in dirt, your hair is matted or in knots and you also have a few scars forming? Alright, enough reminding.

The foreign man winces slightly when I pulled my hood down as well as the blonde man.

The lady just smirks and I felt butterflies in my stomach under her gaze.

Thor walks over to me and clasps his large hand on my left shoulder. "So, is the new teammate a yes or no?"

"YES!!"

"Yes."

"Heck yeah!"

"Yep."

I smile at everyone's answers and wait for them to introduce themselves.

The lady says, "I'm Lady Sif, fair maiden."

She grabs my right hand into hers and kisses the top while looking up at me with a quite flirtatious smile.

My face immediately burst with red, not used to physical affection by someone else because Sif is a very attractive woman.

"Aw, come on, Sif! I was gonna do that!" says the blonde man.

She lets go of my hand with a slight squeeze and steps back a few feet.

The blonde man walks up and says, "The name's Fandral, m'lady."

I shake his hand while smiling. After I stop shaking his hand, he kept staring at my face and his thumb was slowly rubbing circles on the knuckle of my own thumb.

"Ow!" Fandral says, as he lets go of your hand to massage his head wound.

Volstagg looked away while whistling a tune. I giggled, knowing that he threw the tiny rock. Fandral huffs and walks to where Sif is.

I look to see the foreign man with an expressionless face bowing towards me.

"Hogun."

I show him a small smile and bow my head to him. If only I saw the smile on his face.

"I hope you don't mind me bringing Isolde along, I've grown too attached to her," I say with a slight blush of embarrassment.

Isolde then nudges her nose into my arm and huffs. I smile and pet her muzzle. Sif then walks towards me, nods, and starts to pet Isolde too. My blush grows at her close proximity. (that's right, you're a bottom.)

Thor bellows out, "Of course, you can! But before we leave for home, you must be on your horse so she can leave with us!"

I nod in acknowledgment and hop on again. Volstagg sets his hand on Isolde's left shoulder, looks up at me, and smiles. I smile back. Thor calls out to the sky and everywhere around me glows a golden rainbow.

~Slight time skip~

I'm here.

I'm finally here.

Home.

I smile brightly, realizing the building is where the Bifrost is held but freeze in shock when the wielder of the Bifrost is in a fighting stance. Isolde whinnies in fear and Thor dashes in front of me and puts his hands up.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Heimdal! She's not a threat! Well, to others yes but not to us!"

Heimdal continues to glare so I panic and pull my hood off and spread my wings.

My wings stretch farther from my body and they're as long as Isolde. yeah, I am badass. Heimdal's eyes widen and he drops the Bifrost slightly, looking at me in awe. I smile slightly under his gaze but as I begin to actually look at him, I noticed his eyes first.

How they shined a beautiful yellow and amber. His dark skin makes his irises pop. His large helmet covered most of his head but he looks rather handsome. It shows maturity and elegance.

"You're (Y/N)...The guardian angel of the Valkyrie...But were you not lost in battle?" Heimdal asks with genuine confusion.

He lowers the Bifrost and stands up straighter. I pull my wings back and reply.

"I was not lost in battle, although I nearly died... But that is not an important matter. Thor Odinson, if you'll excuse me, I have to see someone before we talk about my place on the team." I kick Isolde in the side to make her gallop and it works.

As Isolde runs on the Bifrost Bridge and into Asgard, my (H/L) hair flows with the wind. I smile as I feel the cool and sweet air caress my face. I kick her to go faster as I steer us in the direction of my childhood home. As we venture home, I see children playing with other children by their houses, mothers talking with other mothers, and also watching their own kids.

I smile softly at the children playing. I hope that someday, I will have my own. I look forward only to find the bakery, my home, gone. Just...gone. I pull the reins back as Isolde goes from a gallop to walking. I look around, now fearful that Father was gone, only to see the actual bakery still standing but looking improved.

I throw my hand to my head in annoyance and steer Isolde to walk to the right. I shake my head but as I raise my head, I couldn't help but smile widely and feel tears rise. I pull Isolde to a stop and hop off, bringing her to a post. I tie the reins and pat her shoulder.

"This may be a while, pretty girl." She just whinnies and I pull my hood over and laugh.

As I walk through the doorway of my home, I tuck my wings into my cape. There were two men in front of me so I sadly wait, shaking with nervousness to see my guardian. It didn't take long as the two men walk out, hand in hand. I smile softly at the couple and walk to the counter. There he is. Being my cashier.

I try my absolute hardest not to jump over and tackle Father into a rib-crushing hug and it pays off. I then say our code words that we made up together when I was 2,790 years old or 9 in Earth years. "May I get a (favorite animal) with (favorite season) and a (favorite color) on the side?" I finish my sentence while still looking down with a smile on my face.

I could tell that Father froze when I said that. He says, "No one says that...except." Before he could finish his sentence, I look up from under my hood, look at him, and smiled. His jaw drops and he's frozen still.

"Hello, Father," I say with a single tear rolling down my cheek.

He then starts to groan like a drunk and he falls back. I gasped and jumped over the counter to see what was wrong.

"Father?! FATHER!!" I check his pulse after shaking him a few times. He's alive so he must have fainted. I let out a sigh of relief and shake my head while smiling.

I missed this weirdo.

I pick Father up at carry him to his room, of course, I already know where it is. It was slightly messy but I could walk. I gently set him on his bed and pulled his blanket onto his body. Now that he's asleep, I look at him fully.

He looks as if he hasn't aged at all but now, he must be 38,680 years. He has many eye lines, telling me that he hasn't slept much.

I slightly frown at that, now making it my goal to let him sleep as much as possible. Talking can wait, I want him to be able to hold a conversation without sleeping. Hypocritical of me, yes but he deserves it.

I smile and kiss him on the forehead. I get up and turn all the torches off in the bakery portion of the building, signaling to people that it's closed. After doing so, I walk to my old room.

As I open the door, I begin a coughing fit as my room was full of dust. Nothing was touched. It was left the way I had it when I left. I smile as I see my old doll sitting on my windowsill, also dusty but it held a stitched smile.

I walk over to my candles and light them, the yellow and orange lights illuminating my childhood room. I walk into the kitchen to grab a broom and dustpan, now ready to clean my room like I was younger.

~3 hour time skip~

Before I started, I took off my hood and cape but it felt so hot like I had them on while cleaning. I walked over to my small vanity to see my face only slightly dirty so I smile and wash my face with a clean rag. I then hear groaning in the room next to mine. Father must be awake! I set the rag down and walk towards the doorway. I see him rise up, rubbing his head with a groan.

I lean in the doorway with a smile and my arms crossed. Father looks at me and groans out, "Ah, (Y/N), can you bring me a glass of water, please? I don't feel so we-" His eyes widen and he freezes.

He slowly looks at me, gets up fast, runs towards me, and tackles me into a hug. He surprised me because I fell back from his force. I laugh and hug Father tightly when I feel wet drops on my clothes. I look down to see tears streaming down his wrinkled and exhausted face.

I let a few run down my cheeks, overjoyed to see the man that raised me as his own. I pat his back a couple of times, trying to soothe him and also remind him that I'm really here and not a mirage.

He takes a few deep breaths and sobs again. I laugh softly and keep patting his back. "I'm here, Father. I'm home."

He lets out a loud cry but with a smile on his face.

"I've missed you so much, (Y/N)." He has red eyes, a red nose, and some snot slightly running. I smile contentedly and use my cape to wipe his face.

"I-I would hear tales about you and how you're the guardian angel of the Valkyrie. They spoke about how you fought with bravery and selflessness, which sounds about right. They described how beautiful and graceful you looked but that did not do you any justice."

I smile at his compliment and get up while helping Father stand up too. He then looks up at me, smiles, and raises his wrinkly yet strong hand, and lies it on my right cheek. "You've grown into a beautiful young lady, and I could not have been more proud of you."

I set my left hand on his hand and say, "I'm like this because of you, Father. You made me into the strong woman I am now." I look down at him with a small tear falling to my chin.

"Come, come. You must tell of your adventures while away." Father says as he walks into the kitchen at the same table I studied wing anatomy on. I smile and sit down, ready to tell him everything.

~Time skip~

"YOU ALMOST WHAT??!"Father screams at me with concern written all over his face. I scratch the back of my neck with a nervous smile. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ALMOST DIED!!"

I shake my head with a small smile and say, "Almost."

He scoffs in annoyance but smiles after that. "Well, I'm glad you got back safe." I smile but then look down sadly.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Father asks me with concern in his voice.

I look up, grab his hand gently and say, "I cannot stay home, Father. I am under Thor Odinson's team so I will leave for missions. He took me back here, back home. But I promise you, that I will visit you every day, either before or after my missions."

He sighs and then smiles. "I'm just happy you're alive, dear."

I get up, lean down, and hug Father tightly. He hugs me back, sighing with contentment. "Be safe, dear. I'd rather see you be wed and have grandchildren."

"Father!!" I say, embarrassed by his words. I am technically at the age when women bear children, so about 25 in Earth years. But still! Father laughs at my reaction and pats my back.

"Go be a hero, (Y/N). I'll be here when you return." We exchange smiles and let go. "You better keep your promise, young lady!"

I walk towards the doors and laugh. I turn around and give a nod. Father smiles and I walk out to my trusty steed. "I'm sorry for taking forever, Isolde. I was speaking with Father after all of these years." I know she may not understand what I'm saying but I don't really care. But I do have a feeling she knows what I'm saying.

I hop on my saddle, pull my hood up, and head towards the castle gates. Of course, I am stopped by the guards and asked for my purpose. I pull my hood down with a smile and they too froze. One guard taps the door while the other shakes my hand. Both were silent when I walked through. I see Odin, Frigga, and Thor walk into the large room, talking about something probably important.

My hood is still off so Thor recognized me. He smiled widely and walked towards me. "Ah, (Y/N)!! Welcome to my home! Father, mother, this is my new friend, (Y/N) (L/N). She's the-"

"Yes, yes, we know about (Y/N), Thor." Odin interrupts with a large smile. I hop off Isolde with the reins in one hand and kneel down but Odin pulls me up and shakes my free hand.

I smile back and say, "It is the greatest honor to be in your presence, Odin."

"Nonsense! I should be honored to meet a warrior such as yourself!" Odin replies while pushing Frigga towards me to also shake my hand.

I kneel down in front of her and say, "It is an honor to be in your presence as well, my lady Frigga."

I hear her laugh softly and she pulls me up slowly. "I've heard many a tale about the guardian angel, (Y/N)."

I smile with a slight blush on my cheeks. Thor walks up to me and grabs my hand softly. "Now, since you are on my team, we can discuss and plan your very first mission!" I look up at him and smile a little wider.

I then look at Odin and his queen and say, "Please excuse me, your highnesses." They both nod with a smile and Thor guides me down a hall.

"Now, I must ask you a few questions if that is alright with you that is." I nod and he continues. "Do you know of my brother, Loki?"

I reply, "Yes."

He takes a deep breath in and out. "After my last mission, I lost my brother on a planet called Earth. I have been there before and I must retrieve him so he may be punished for his crimes."

I then say, "Okay, do you know his exact location on Earth?"

He replies, "Yes and we will be going together while the others sleep. If that is alright with you."

I think about it for a few seconds. Loki is known to be very, very mischievous and even more dangerous. I trust Thor knows what to do when we arrive. "That's alright with me. But I do require a few things."

He shows me a small smile and says, "Oh, do tell. Anything at all."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

I show him a smirk and say, "Well I would like a new set of armor, a sword, and a dagger."

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Perfection

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,582

Request by: @shady80smusicsingercolor

Summary: A lesson on perfection.

A/N: Sorry that’s it’s been a while guys! Even with being less busy I’ve had a lot going on and a lot less motivation to write. Sorry also that this request took so long for me to fill.

Perfection. Noun. The quality or state of being perfect such as freedom from fault or defect, i.e., flawlessness. An unsurpassable degree of excellence.

It is what you were meant to be. What was expected of you. You had to do everything to perfection. You had to be perfection personified, otherwise what was the point?

Except you were far from it. You were only human after all.

‘Y/N Stark’s transcript released, heir to Stark industry only has a 3.0 GPA’

‘Tony Stark’s daughter caught arguing with paparazzi’

‘Y/N Stark’s skincare routine for dealing with severe acne’

They went on and on. Every possible flaw they could find would be picked on. Even when you strived for the top, for perfection. So why was it that even when you pulled your grades up, even when you weren’t actually arguing with the pap, and you bought the best makeup to hide any blemishes on your skin, they still picked at you.

It hurt. Why didn’t they understand you were a 16 year old girl who just wanted to live her life and not be criticized 24/7.

What used to be a problem you could ignore seemed only to grow. It was gradually becoming a cesspool in your mind of negativity.

Tears made their way down your cheeks one afternoon. It was a big fear of yours, dating. But this one guy who you really liked had asked you out. You thought everything was great. But that afternoon he broke up with you. It hurt, he was only the second guy you’d ever given a chance and yet he took your heart and smashed it.

He said it was because he didn’t like the speculations in the tabloids about you, that all your negative traits they talked about seemed true and he didn’t want to be with someone so in the spotlight.

It broke your heart so much that even though you had 3 classes left in the day you lied to the school staff saying you were feeling ill and they called Happy to take you home.

You held yourself together long enough to make it to your room at the compound before you broke down.

But just your luck you only had about 5 minutes of peace before there was a knock on your door.

You held your breath to keep from sobbing again. You didn’t want to talk to anyone and you knew that no member of the team would stop from entering if they thought something was wrong.

“Y/N?” Steve called, knocking softly again.

You didn’t answer him.

He sighed behind the door, he knew you were crying, he could blame his perfect superhuman hearing, but he knew he’d be able to hear you no matter because you were just across the hall from him.

“I’m coming in,” he warned, opening your door.

You buried yourself deeper into your pillows. “I’m fine Uncle Steve, I just want to be alone.”

“You don’t seem fine, sweetheart,” He argued. “What’s going on?” There was a dip in your bed beside you, and a hand stroked through your hair.

The gentle touch brought another sob out of you. “Why-why am I like this Uncle Steve?”

Steve’s frown deepened. “What do you mean?”

You sniffled and pulled your head up to look at him. “Why do I have to be like this? S-so imperfect.”

“Nobody’s perfect, doll. What’s got you so worked up about something like that?”

Sobbing you continued to hide in your pillow. You shook your head in response.

“Y/N, listen, I want to help you but I can’t do that if you can’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You were quiet for a while, in that time you managed to calm some. At least enough to pull your face away from the wet pillow.

Steve stroked your hair the whole time, hoping the contact would help relieve some of your stress.

“I wish I was someone else,” you whispered. “I wish dad never kept me, so I could just be normal. Why-why does everyone expect me to be perfect? Why do they make it hurt so much?”

“Hey,” Steve stated. “You don’t mean that. Your dad loves you. No family is normal. No one is perfect, like I said. You might be different because of who you are but don’t see that as a downfall. You don’t need to be perfect, you just need to be you and anyone that tells you otherwise is wrong.”

You shook your head and pressed your face back into your pillow. “You don’t get it Uncle Steve… you don’t have to worry about how-how your skin looks, or what other teens think about you, or how smart you aren’t just because your dad is a genius- I-I hate my life, it’s not fair. Everyone thinks I have the world because of who I am but no one ever stops to think about how I feel about what they say about me.”

“You can’t let others control how you feel, doll. Do you think your dad would be so successful if he cared about everything every person that doesn’t have any impact on him said?”

“I’m not my dad!” You shouted, wincing because you hadn’t really expected it to come out that way. A soft whimper left you and you curled more in on yourself.

Sighing, Steve leaned down and kissed your head. “No, you aren’t. I just meant that you shouldn’t care for anyone else's opinions of you except for those that matter.”

You thought over his words and while you knew he was right, it still didn’t take away your pain. It did help you feel like you mattered to anyone as anything other than what your imperfections showed.

An alarm going off on Steve’s phone had you pulling your head up slightly.

He shut it off with another sigh. “I might need to go, sweetheart. But I can stay if you need me to.”

You shook your head. “I really just want to be alone, Uncle Steve…”

Nodding, he offered you one last kiss to your head before making his way to the lab.

He divulged everything to Tony, who quickly made his way to you.

He didn’t bother knocking, he just opened your door and walked in. “Sunshine, what’s going on? Your uncle betrayed you and told me you were upset.” He laid down beside you, and started to try to remove the pillow from your grasp.

The second the door opened you whimpered and clutched your pillow tight. You knew you shouldn’t have told him. Of course he’d send your dad. You ignored him and favored clutching your pillow to keep him from taking it.

“Fine, keep the pillow. But you still need to talk to me. What’s got you so down?”

You mumbled into the pillow.

“Huh? Was that-, was that my baby girl trying to talk to me? I couldn’t hear her past that pillow over her mouth.”

Whining you pulled the pillow away. “Nothing’s wrong, dad. Go away, I just wanna be alone.”

“Nope, not gonna work. Tell me, why do you think there's something wrong with you? There’s not by the way but I want to know why you think there is.”

You sighed, your eyes stung with tears again. “Tommy br-broke up with me because of the stuff the tabloids have-have been saying about me… I-I don’t care that he broke up with me… it’s-it’s the why. I know I’m not perfect… but why do they have to pick at that? Why do they have to remind me that I’m not a genius, I have bad skin, I’m not pretty, I don’t have any talents, I don’t dress right, I give the pap attitude-“

“Whoa there, sunshine!” Your dad cut you off. “None of those things make someone perfect. You are perfect. Want to know what makes you perfect?”

“You’re my dad, of course you think I’m perfect.”

He chuckled. “Well, no duh. But that’s not what it is. You’re perfect how you are because it is who you are. It’s all the good you do for the world and others. It’s how you love. It’s how you try so hard at everything you do because you want it to be perfect. But just because stuff isn’t perfect, doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. Want to know something?”

“Hm?” You mumbled.

“The pap plucks out people's flaws and insecurities to show all the jealous people in the world that just like them they’re their own person. And to make them jealous because I guarantee you the majority of the people out there don��t believe the tabloids anyway. And you shouldn’t either, sweetie.”

“But-“

“No, no buts. Listen, I love you. The only opinions from others that you should care about are the people that you care about. If you care about every last opinion of every person, well you’ll never feel good. You should only care about the ones that really matter. Got it?”

You sniffled. You both knew it wasn’t a complete fix, but you nodded your head, knowing that your dad was pretty right. If you cared about every last person’s opinion of you, of course you’d never be happy. But you already knew that the people that you cared about the most and the ones who felt that way about you, well, those were good. Those were the ones that made you who you are. Perfect or not.

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