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Jason Todd x Reader (no particular version or run but inspired by Nick Robles art)
Word Count: 263
A/N: I wrote this on the clock (again) so it's an insanely short and sweet blurb (shorter than my usual shorts). No pronouns, no description, etc. Semi proof-read butt my tenses may be wonky. Constructive criticism always appreciated :)
If there’s one thing to know about Jason is, despite his rough exterior, he loves simplistic domesticity.
He doesn’t mind an extravagant dinner, but his heart melts everytime he’s smells a home cooked meal he got to prepare with his partner—his soulmate. He knows it’s corny, but it’s how he feels. The world could be ending but as long as he had his partner in his embrace, he’d be alright.
In Jason’s line of work, the chance for a normal life is taken away. There’s no going back; no giving up and sitting on the sidelines. Even being able to make friends can be difficult, but he never had to stress once he met his love. When his partner came around, everything fell into place. His partner somehow manages to radiate a feeling of home he never knew existed; safety and love like nothing he’s ever experienced.
He never thought he’d have someone fretting over his bruises while giving him back rubs, kissing him before he slips his helmet on for patrol, helping him shower after rough nights. A warm smile greeting him when he gets home at ungodly hours. Someone scratching his scalp while he lays in bed, sometimes until the late afternoon.
Jason thought he was doomed to a life of loneliness. Sure, he had his family and friends, but he always craved true intimacy with someone; someone he could pour his soul out to and they’d still be there. He wanted someone who wasn’t scared of him or what he does.
And then he found the light of his life—you.
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Steven Grant x Reader (no mention of Marc or Jake)
Word Count: 446
A/N: Back with more self-indulgent content. No use of Y/N, no description of reader, no pronouns used. 2nd person pov. I try to make my works as accessible for all readers. Constructive criticism always appreciated.
“I like waking up next to you.” Steven murmured as the two of you laid on his bed, his hand rubbing soft patterns into your back.
The sheets were haphazardly thrown over the two of you, the sun attempting to brighten the room despite the sky being covered in gray clouds. It was a lazy day. No work, no expectations to do anything other than be comfortable.
You adjusted slightly to be able to look at the man laying next to you, both of your faces still full of sleep. Once you made eye contact, he got a little nervous, shifting a bit.
“I just mean that I really like when you stay over and-”
“I like waking up next to you too.” You halted his rambling.
“Yeah?” Steven let out a breath as you cuddled closer to him, closing your eyes again after placing a soft kiss on his shoulder.
His hand moved from gentle patterns to fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Despite the comfort in the apartment, you could feel the anxiety seeping from him.
“I feel like you have a ‘but’ coming up.” You spoke, your voice muffled by your face being pressed into pillows and Steven’s shoulder.
“What? No I-” Steven quickly got out before pausing and taking a deep breath.
You opened your eyes again, seeing him flustered and clearly attempting to collect his thoughts.
“I just-” Another pause, punctuated with a sigh. “I don’t ever want to wake up without you.”
He went quiet again, the only noise in the apartment being the fish tank’s filter and the faint sounds of all the traffic outside.
“What if you moved in?” He asked quietly, shifting his attention from you to the ceiling. “Or I moved in with you. Or we could find a new place together.” He quickly and faintly added on, eyes still glued to the ceiling.
“You want to live together?” You asked, shifting to place a hand on his cheek to redirect his attention back to you.
Panic, that he was attempting to down play, was evident on his face despite the growing smile on your face.
Before he could get out anything else, you placed a kiss—delicate and sweet—on his lips, followed by small pecks to his nose and cheeks.
“If I move in, does that mean I get a goldfish too?” You asked, pulling back, moving your hand from his face to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
He huffed out a laugh, seemingly astonished you didn’t laugh at him or say no.
“Anything you want.” His hand returned to drawing patterns on your back. “But, that’s a yes, right?”
“It’s most definitely a yes.”
#steven grant#steven grant x reader#mcu#mcu x reader#kodywrites#moon knight x reader#moon knight#marvel x reader#marvel
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I Don't Deserve You
Bucky Barnes X GN!Reader
AN: Distant Bucky and a conversation. Just a lil hurt/comfort as a treat. Per usual there's no body, hair, race, or gender descriptors. No use of Y/N. 3rd POV. Reader is referred to as a "partner" and with they/them/theirs pronouns.
Constructive criticism always appreciated.
I'm unemployed and mentally struggling, bon appetite.
There was a constant, gnawing feeling in the pit of their stomach. Never ending anxiety, simmering just below the surface.
Bucky felt distant. While he tried his best to relearn how to communicate what he was thinking and feeling, he often settled on keeping to himself about issues for a while. This wasn’t new. What was new was the subtle, but not subtle enough, pulling away.
The random kisses throughout the day eventually slowed to a stop. No more texts during lunch, reminding them to take a break from whatever they were doing for a while. In fact, he nearly stopped texting them all together when the two were off doing separate things. He even became less interested in making dinner together or movie marathons.
This doesn’t mean he was fully avoiding his partner. Bucky always held their hand when they walked around the city, standing closest to the street. When he’d make grocery runs, he’d still always surprise them with a special snack or candy he found. Back and shoulder rubs after long days were always offered. They never laid in bed together without some form of contact or cuddling.
But things were different.
Bucky continued to say that nothing was wrong, shrugging off any questions about how he’s doing. A simple excuse of being tired could only go so far.
“Do you still want to be together?” Their voice was quiet, but steady nonetheless.
There was silence for a beat. It almost felt like the world was moving slower.
“Excuse me?” Bucky answered, an almost undetectable tinge of fear slipped out with his words.
“Bucky,” they sighed out. “You act like you’re not as interested in being with me anymore. You’re not talking to me and I’m not sure what to do or think anymore. So,” another short pause. “I’m asking you upfront.”
“Of course! Of course I want to be with you.” he reached out and held their face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over their cheekbones as he struggled to find his words.
“I’m not trying to pry, you don’t have to tell me everything, but you’re pulling away. I just want you to come back to me.”
Bucky had put on a brave front as soon as the words left their lips, trying to keep his composure, but that broke him. The two stared at each other with misty eyes before Bucky finally said what was on his mind.
“I just don’t deserve you.” Bucky bowed his head, no longer able to make eye contact.
More silence, only being broken by occasional sniffling and forced deep breaths. Both of their throats were squeezing shut, attempting to keep all the bile-like emotions deep below.
“Wh-what does that mean?” The fear of this actually somehow being the end, that this was all some roundabout way of breaking up, couldn’t be hidden when they spoke.
While Bucky’s head was bowed, the tears began streaming down his face. Despite the embarrassment he felt from not only crying, but making you upset as well, he looked back up.
“All I want is for you to have everything you deserve and that’s not me.”
His partner’s hands flew to cradle his face the way he still held theirs, not hesitation in their voice as they asked, “Who said that? All I want is you.”
His tears fell faster. He tried to bow his head out of his partner’s hands, unable to look at them without feeling like his chest was going to implode. The squeezing feeling spread down from his throat to his entire chest. Again, trying to pull away.
“James, I just want you,” they repeated. “All I want is us to be together and happy and healthy and-” they cut themself off.
They pulled Bucky in for a hug, letting him hide his tears in their shoulder.
“If you don’t want to be with me,” they took a deep breath. “I understand, but if you’re doing some mental gymnastics about not being good enough then you need to know that I love you and I want to be with you as long as you want to be with me. If I’m lucky, that’s forever.”
They let silence take over the room again, simply rubbing Bucky’s back as he let out tiny shakes from his muted crying.
“I want you, too.” Bucky murmured into his partner’s shoulder. “Forever.”
“So let me love you and be with you. I don’t want you to push me away, I want your life to be my life. You always take care of me, so let me take care of you.”
“I’m sorry I upset you.” He began shaking more. “I don’t want to leave you or for you to leave me I’m just scared I think and I’m sorry.” The words raced out of his lips. He almost seemed frantic, scared he’d ruined everything.
“How about we make a deal?” His partner asked after a beat, moving a hand from his back to the nape of his neck, offering more soothing contact.
Bucky let out a quiet, “Okay,” as he continued working to steady his breathing. He moved his head from his partner’s shoulder, one of his hands reached up to scrub the tears away.
“I’ll never leave you if you never leave me.” A hand moved from his neck to in between them as his partner held out their pinky.
“I’ll never leave you if you never leave me.” Bucky repeated, his sniffling slowing down. Linking their pinkies, the two leaned in to kiss their fists.
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Too Tired
Bucky Barnes x Reader (semi-implied established relationship)
Word Count: 469
A/N: I have had 0 good ideas so I wrote this during my free time at work and it kinda blows but I'm forcing myself to post it anyway. As always, no gendered pronouns, description of reader, or whatever. 2nd POV. Hardly proofread. Constructive criticism always appreciated.
He’s too pretty. It’s hard to think with him in the room, let alone with him looking at you.
You know he’s trying to get a read on you and you know you should be trying harder to act normal, but he makes it so hard.
Work has been hard. Sleeping has been hard. Doing the bare minimum has become nearly impossible. It all just feels like you’re just going through the motions and you’re not sure what the end goal is.
So maybe you’ve been a bit off, but you’ve been trying to just let your burdens be your own. But he’s too observant.
“I know I don’t have a lot of room to speak, but I wish you wouldn’t shut us- I wish you wouldn’t shut me out.” Bucky sighed, leaning forward onto his elbows while he sat next to you on the couch.
Watching random movies was quickly turning into a conversation you had been avoiding. Now longer was being tired or just having a headache a good enough excuse for the slightly off behavior and Bucky could hear the gears turning in your brain as you attempted to come up with an answer.
“You don’t have to talk about it specifically if you don’t want to. I just,” he paused. “I really want- I don’t know. I don’t want you to feel like you need to lie.”
Despite the TV still playing in the background, you could swear there was no sound besides the panicked stuttering of your heart.
“I’m sorry.”
A reflexive apology. An attempt to fix something that wasn’t even broken.
“I just don’t know what to say. I never know what to say so I just shrug it off so I don’t bother anyone else. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
This had him moving. A smooth reach towards the coffee table to grab the remote, turn the tv off, before turning to face you.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I just want you to be okay and for you to let me know if I can do anything to help.” Bucky played with his hands.
You nod, almost in shame. A nearly silent “okay” left your lips.
There was a slight pause before Bucky shifted again. His hand enveloping your own; gently like he was worried about scaring you.
“So next time when you’re feeling… tired, just know I’m here for you.” He gave a nervous smile, but not a performative one. A shy and sweet smile.
“Wait a second,” your teasing tone bringing a wide smile to your face. “Do you like me?”
Bucky groaned and nudged you with his shoulder.
“That’s defamatory.” He rolled his eyes, his boyish smile never leaving his lips, before lifting your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of your hand.
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Reader staring at Adrian: Isn't he just dreamy?
Leota: He's covered in blood
Reader: So cute ♡
#this is honestly me#kodywrites#adrian chase x reader#peacemaker#peacemaker incorrect quotes#adrian chase#vigilante x reader
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Adrian: Love is in the air
Reader: No, that's just smoke from the fire you set.
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: About 1150.
AN: This was supposed to be a super short blurb and I accidentally kept going. Hardly proofread and per usual, very self-indulgent. No Y/N, they/them pronouns used for reader, and reader is always referred to as Bucky's partner. Hurt/comfort, corny, and probably cringey. Constructive criticism always appreciated.
The sky was still dark, most stars in the sky obscured by the lights of the city. A normal night with never ending traffic and the tv playing almost inaudibly.
Two bodies were sprawled on the large couch, one that Bucky had to be bullied into actually purchasing and moving into his apartment. Staying in a half furnished apartment was “something for college kids, not an old man” according to Sam and his partner.
While the night was warm, when Bucky woke with a start, the room suddenly felt devoid of any warmth. Cold sweats had him shaking and sitting up as he searched around the room for any danger.
The only movement he found came from beside him on the couch, his partner’s eyes opening awkwardly as they adjusted to the waking world again. As they shifted, the final corner of the blanket that was still resting on the couch finally slipped off, crumpling on the floor. They must have fallen asleep while watching some show Sam wouldn’t shut up about.
“What’s going on?” Their groggy voice broke through the sound of Bucky’s blood drumming in his ears.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His hand slid over to rest next to theirs on the cushions. Pinkies barely touching, but just enough contact for him to selflessly ground himself.
The subtle contact eventually evolved into full hand holding, his partner bringing their enclosed hands up to their lips, leaving fragile, cautious kisses on the knuckles of his flesh hand.
Disregarding his apology, they scooted closer, adjusting from their slumped over resting position to sit back up, shoulder to shoulder with Bucky. Hands still clasped with a thumb rubbing soothing circles against the back of his hand.
“Where’s the remote? We can watch some more of that show or we can turn on something else?” They asked, scanning the coffee table for the tv control.
Bucky never liked talking much after his nightmares. He’d try to shrug it off, but it always took him a while to fully reacquaint himself with the present.
A couple seconds of shuffling around on the couch to find the remote which had inevitably gotten stuck in between the cushions, followed by the two adjusting back on the couch to comfortably rest in silence as they scanned through the tv to find something to play.
A movie was settled for quickly, but much to Bucky’s dismay, his partner proceeded to give one last kiss to his hand before standing with a big yawn and stretch.
Bucky wanted to ask where they were going—ask them to come back—but he knew it was childish. He already woke them up in the wee hours of the morning so he settled on being alone on the couch with a movie faintly playing on the screen; shuffling and clicking coming from the small kitchen. With only the light from the tv and some hallway lights near the front door being the only light in the apartment, Bucky could still make out a shadow in the kitchen, moving swiftly from cabinet to drawer to stove to sink, the sound of the tap being turned on following.
He must have zoned out while staring at the screen because before he knew it, his partner returned, two mugs in hand.
They offered one to Bucky who let out a nearly silent ‘thanks’ and mindlessly grasped for the warm ceramic, the sweet scent of the tea hitting him as steam wafted under his nose.
His partner proceeded to make themself comfortable in their previous spot, avoiding spilling any of the warm drink.
Thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder, the couple sat on the couch quietly, staring at the tv screen, but not paying attention to anything actually happening in the film.
After a few sips of their drink, his partner placed their drink on a nearby coaster on the coffee table before placing a kiss on Bucky’s cheek, nudging his shoulder with their head before settling to lay on his shoulder. One hand draped over his chest, playing with the dog tags that hung from his neck and the other hand draped over his shoulders, massaging the space where vibranium met flesh; it tended to ache more after nightmares.
Bucky slowly felt his heart rate returning to normal, the tension in his body fading. Although, pain—boarding on panic—began to rise in Bucky's chest. A tightness that made his breathing shallow and his eyes began to water.
He adjusted his gaze down to the tea he gripped in his lap as he tried to swallow the lump growing in his throat.
“Hey, what’s going on?” They asked softly as their head raised, the hand on his shoulder moving up to pet his hair, pushing the short strands from his forehead.
Tears were somehow falling down his face, but he doesn’t remember when it started. In lieu of responding, all he could do was move a hand from his drink to grab the hand resting on his chest and bring it to his lips this time. His hold was light and a bit shaky.
“One second.” His partner muttered, slipping their hand from his to pull his mug from his hand and place it on the coffee table next to their own before reaching back out to him. He held their hand again, fidgeting with their fingers and trying to even out his breathing.
No more questions were asked, instead his partner pulled his head to rest on their shoulder this time, a hand holding his and the other back to massage his shoulder.
“Take your time sweet boy.” They placed kisses on the crown of his head as their words unintentionally brought upon more tears.
“I’m so sorry.” He choked out, trying to shut off his feelings.
Before when he would wake from nightmares alone in his apartment, he’d feel hollow as he came back to reality. But this time an ache, an overflow of emotions couldn’t be contained. Being vulnerable was not something Bucky had been able to imagine after he was taken by Hydra. Yet, here he was. Silently crying and being held by someone—someone who loved him—and it all began to feel like too much.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” More kisses placed on the top of his head.
“I never knew I could feel this loved.” His voice cracked and was hardly above a whisper, but the pause of his partner’s hands told him he had been heard.
He didn't say it but his brain was seemingly yelling 'I don't deserve this, I don't deserve you' so loudly, even his partner could hear it.
“Well get used to it buddy.” They gave a huffed laugh alongside a squeeze of their locked hands. "You're stuck with me and I hate to break it to you, but I'll always love you."
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Emilia: So how did you two meet?
Adrian and reader: Ya know, we actually can't legally answer that
#peacemaker incorrect quotes#adrian chase#peacemaker#incorrect quotes#vigilante#adrian chase x reader#vigilante x reader#kodywrites
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guess who i love most in peacemaker
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Chris talking about Adrian: I mean, yeah, he's clearly mentally ill. But you gotta admit it's a little charming watching him walk around pretending like he's not.
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Sick Days
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 223
A/N: Bucky Barnes is just a good guy. All my works are self-indulgent but this is even more so; I'm sick and at work and would love for James 'Bucky' Barnes to take care of me instead of having to work. I'm masked up, covid free, and eating cough drops like candy so I present to you a quick blurb I wrote on company time. No use of Y/N, 2nd person pov so reader is only addressed as 'you'. No physical description per usual but reader does not have a super soldier immune system. Constructive criticism always appreciated.
Bucky Barnes is a lot of things and despite being the Winter Soldier for decades, he’s still a caregiver; he’s protective and willing to do anything to help his loved ones.
He would take care of sickly Steve when they were younger, both when he was physically ill and when Steve would pick fights on the streets of Brooklyn.
So that’s why anytime you became sick, he did what he’s always done when he’s himself. He took care of his loved ones—he took care of you.
Helping you into a lukewarm bath to help with fevers, pulling out a humidifier at night to help you breath with as much ease as your body will allow. He has no issues with medicine runs and using his vibranium arm to rub away and cool down any aches in your back. Anything you need, he does or gets for you before you even ask.
Being a super soldier, he has nothing to fear in terms of catching a cold or any standard bug floating around, but he does get a little more on edge for your sake once flu season starts or when the news starts talking about a virus that’s going around.
He is first and foremost a protector. He protects his planet, his country, and, of course, the people who mean everything to him.
#kodywrites#mcu x reader#mcu#marvel#marvel x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#probs other tags that i'm too lazy to type
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Fearless
Yelena Belova x Reader
Word Count: Under 250
A/N: I’m back with another mirco-blurb, written in 3rd person. Ace!Yelena friendly, not Aro!Yelena friendly. As always, it’s self-indulgent and vague for other’s who also are living the maldaptive daydreaming life. Constructive criticism always welcome.
Yelena is not a romantic. She’s seen the films, she’s heard the songs, but romance is not for her. She’s from a different world where there’s no time for romance. In fact, romance is considered dangerous—a distraction—and Yelena didn’t do distractions.
Until she did.
She hated it at first. The need to be near someone, to make sure they were happy and safe. Eventually she realized how much it meant to her to hear that they missed her when she was gone, even if it was just for 20 minutes to run to the store.
The neediness of it all sickened her while also making her feel stronger. For years she was a tool—a weapon—and now she was excited for movie nights and brunches.
The initial anxiety and nausea she had eventually faded into a warm, comforting feeling. She knew she would always hold onto the fear of losing another person she cared about, it had happened before. She lost friends, her sister, and she didn’t know if she could go through anymore.
Yelena did know that being close to them was better than the fear. Smiles and laughs made the fear shrink into nothing but a few atoms. Part of her training was about being fearless and just this once did it feel like her training came in handy for something other than death.
Yelena found something—someone—to protect and hold near.
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Heard
Steven Grant x Reader with some Marc Spector x Reader
Word count: Under 400
No warnings, just self indulgent fluff if you can even call it that.
First person with no pronouns or description of reader’s looks
A/N: Super, super short and self indulgent stream of conscious blurb I did as a warm up. I haven’t really written anything but essays since high school. Don’t expect much, this is literally nothing
Sometimes it feels like the only time I know myself is when I’m watching or reading media made by others… I’ll read a story or watch a movie and it opens my eyes to ideas and themes that I’ve either never thought of or often think about; it’s the closest I feel to being understood. I can say something a million times, but it’s the artistry of a film or the eloquence of a novel that make the ideas real.
Media since the dawn of time, even back when it was only just orated tales, has always been able to draw at so many parts of the human psyche. It alters the way humans perceive the world — both literally and metaphorically.
The desire to be heard and to make others feel heard is what’s drawn me to an assortment of mediums — although the patience to master any medium has yet to be found.
But when I met Steven, I felt different.
Steven has a way of making me feel like I can do anything, his star-filled eyes never making me feel lesser for my inability to declare my thoughts and feelings. It definitely helps knowing that he also struggles with feeling heard and getting the right words out. Perhaps our common anxiety over saying the correct things as to not be misconstrued is what drew us to one another.
Steven never laughed or made fun of the jumbles of words that would always fall from my lips when I felt like I couldn’t find the right way to get my thoughts across; I never did the same to him. Why would I?
While Marc didn’t rant and rave about things the way Steven and I do, the anxiety of being annoying quickly dissipated after he began bringing up little things here and there that let me know he was listening. Even when he acts like a hard ass all the time, he pays attention.
Laying in bed with them and being able to spill all my thoughts on why some random book is so great or what a movie could have done to better tell a story, they listen.
It feels good to be heard.
#kodywrites#moon knight#moon knight x reader#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#steven grant#marc spector
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Loki: Guys please keep me in your thoughts. Nothing happened, I just want you to think about me
#marvel#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki incorrect quotes#kodywrites
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Chris: I don't think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way outta here this time...
Adrian: *Pulls out knife*
Adrian: Manslaughter it is
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Adrian: So, apparently, the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "severe psychological distress".
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