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writerslittlelibrary · 4 months

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I will help you

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summary: when your parents went to jail, you started your life in the foster system. it was never very great, and you ended up with an amount of bad coping mechanisms. to help you, you were put in a psych ward, and who happens to be your personal nurse? the woman who will stop at nothing to adopt you…

pairing: Dark!Natasha x foster teen reader

warnings: mentions of self-harm, mentions of abusive foster families, hints of kidnapping, mention of murder, mention of abuse, drugs, reader is basically not very happy…

genre: fluff, angst

words: 2884

a/n: this fic was inspired by @xanthreee thank you lovely for the suggestion and I hope you enjoy it 🫶

(please note I have no idea how psych wards work, so if anything is incorrect, I’m so sorry)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You don’t remember much from that night. You suppose that’s how your brain protected itself from everything that happened.

You remember the sirens, and you remember the police that invaded your home. They carried guns and were dressed in full protection gear. It was scary. That’s what you do remember. The feeling you had the moment your entire life was ruined.

Sure, your father was never a great man, and sometimes he’d hit you, but he did it because he loved you. He needed to discipline you, because he cared. That’s what he told you.

You never thought he was capable of something so vile, so sickening. And you could’ve never predicted your mother helped him.

You knew your father was aggressive. You knew he had sickening thoughts, but the fact he’d murder someone, just for his own enjoyment? You would’ve never thought your father was capable of such a thing. And the fact your mother helped him hide the body? You couldn’t possible process all this information at once.

When you were put in the interrogation room at the police station, a man and a woman kept asking you questions. Had you known? Were you told to keep certain things a secret?

You hadn’t told them much. How could you? You were never allowed to tell anyone you were being hit at home. You were never allowed to tell anyone your father had some weird powder lying around.

You were only 9 when it happened, but it had made an impression on you.

The foster homes weren’t better than your home had been. At least you loved your parents, but now? These foster homes had people even more aggressive than your dad had been. They didn’t hit you to discipline you, they just did it because they felt like it.

After being in the foster system for 4 years, your mental health started to go down hill. You never really visited your parents.

You were mad at them, and you refused to let that anger slide.

After the police found a certain document, and you were called into the station to discuss it, you finally broke. That was the last straw.

The police had found plans to pay off a debt your father had with some high important drug dealer. Apparently, he had wanted to use you as payment. Had the police not found the body when they did, you would’ve surely been in a much worse place then you were now.

After learning that new piece of information, you broke. Your mind became darker than it already was, and your wrist became daily stained with fresh red blood.

You had no control over your own life. Decisions were made for you, and you were thrown around from foster home to foster home with no care in the world. You didn’t have anyone that cared about you, and you needed a relief.

Self-harming gave you back some control. After not having any control for so long, you gave yourself control over at least something, the pain.

Controlling the pain worked, until you turned fourteen, and you became suicidal on top of it.

You started skipping school and laying in bed all day. You never did anything anymore. Your days consisted out of self-harming and scrolling on tiktok.

You don’t exactly know how it happened, or when, but at some point, your foster parents had notified your case worker, and she had come to pay you a visit. Apparently, when foster children in your situation experienced mental health issues, and started showing signs of depression, you were immediately put in a mental health facility.

You didn’t really care when they came for you.

The ride in the ambulance was pretty peaceful. The man that was driving with you was very kind, and he had put up some of your favourite music to entertain you, and mostly keep you calm.

When you arrived at the psych ward, you were terrified.

You didn’t know what was going to happen, and you didn’t realise what you were supposed to do. The intake was one of the worst experiences you had ever had.

It had been embarrassing and incredibly dehumanising, and when you were given paper clothes to put in, you nearly lost it.

Luckily, after a few hours, that was over, and you were taken to your room by an old lady.

She told you shortly how everything worked, and she gave you five minutes to change into the clothes provided for you before your personal nurse would come to assist you.

Because you were classed as a high risk case, you were given a 24/7 nurse. She was supposed to keep her eye on you at all times, and make sure you never did or tried anything to harm yourself.

The moment the old nurse left, you quickly changed into the sweatshirt and sweatpants that were laid out on the bed.

They weren’t the warmest clothes you had ever worn, but they were comfortable enough, and definitely better than those paper clothes you had been forced to wear.

You changed fairly quickly, and after finishing you decided to just sit on the bed and wait.

Your entire room was empty, and you weren’t allowed to bring anything in to entertain yourself. You had brought a bag of clothing, but apparently all of that was checked by some nurses, so you were left alone with your thoughts.

You tried to open the window, but it would barely open more than a few inches.

You sighed and sat back down on the bed, staring out the window. You wished you could go home, but what did that even mean now? You had no home anymore. Your parents were gone. You weren’t going to see them in a long time, not that you wanted too, and your foster home basically got rid of you when they put you in the mental hospital.

You were truly and utterly alone…

Soon, you were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the door opening. A red-headed woman walked in. She had a kind smile on her face, and she was dressed in a nurse outfit.

“Hello, y/n. I’m Natasha. I’m here to keep my eye on you,” she explained, smiling sweetly at you. That was quite straight forward…

You simply nodded, letting your gaze fall to the floor.

Natasha took a few steps forward, crouching down to your level and placing her hand on you knee.

“I know you have been through a lot, but I promise you, I will do anything in my power to help you get better,” she explained, smiling sweetly as she gently rubbed your knee.

You simply nodded, giving her a small, awkward smile before looking back to the ground.

Natasha didn’t take any offence, instead just standing up and lending you her hand. “Your room seems kind of boring. Maybe we should go and see if we can find some colouring supplies, and we can maybe try and decorate it a little,” she suggested, and you didn’t take long before you took her hand.

She helped you up, not letting go of your hand as she walked to the door, leaving the room, dragging you along with her.

She led you through a few hallways, explaining where certain things were, and explaining how you didn’t need to do anything if you weren’t comfortable with it.

To say you were relieved would be an understatement. You had heard horror stories of people in mental hospitals, where they were forced into group therapy sessions, and if they didn’t comply they’d be punished by having to stay longer.

You were quiet as Natasha led you around, not once letting go of your hand.

After showing you the main hallway, she led you to some kind of common area, where there were tables filled with other kids.

All seemed a bit older than you by at least a few years, but they didn’t even acknowledge you as Natasha led you through the tables, to a closet by the wall. Some of the kids greeted Natasha, clearly having met her before and taking a liking to her.

When you reached the closet, Natasha let go of your hand, opening the doors and letting you see all the art supplies the closet carried.

There was yarn, crochet hooks, glue, paper, crayons, tape, and even more.

There were also pencils and scissors, but those were in locked boxes. You figured those were only taken out when there was supervision. Natasha grabbed a blank sketchbook, asking you if you wanted pencils or crayons.

You gave her your preference, and you watched as she took everything from the closet.

“Let’s go back to your room. It’s a bit calmer there,” Natasha stated, and you nodded as you anxiously glanced around the room. You were never a big fan of people, but right now, you were already freaked out, and all the people you were surrounded with didn’t help in the slightest.

Once Natasha had balanced everything in one hand, she grabbed yours again, squeezing it reassuringly as she gave you another kind smile, leading you through the tables and all the way back to your room.

Once you were back in your room, Natasha set all the supplies down on the small table, pulling a chair out and taking a seat.

You followed her example, pulling the other chair out and accepting the paper Natasha handed you. As you started drawing, Natasha started drawing too, probably to make it less awkward and confronting.

She asked you multiple questions about yourself. They varied from your favourite colour, to how you felt about your parents and their actions.

You answered most of them, and tried to answer them as honest as possible.

You liked Natasha. She made you feel safe, and she talked as if she truly cared about you. You like how she made you feel. You felt at ease around her. Besides, she told good jokes.

After finishing your drawing, Natasha hung it up for you.

You asked if her drawing could be hung next to it, and Natasha agreed as she picked her own drawing up, hanging it next to yours.

You smiled at the drawings, and Natasha smiled at you. Maybe staying in a psych ward wasn’t the worst thing ever.

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You had been in the psych ward for a little over a week, and until now, you were pretty much enjoying yourself.

It was a little boring at times, and you had definitely had better things to eat in your life, but with Natasha around you almost all the time, you felt safe and cared for. You heard other people in the psych ward complain about their nurses, and about how they wanted time to themselves.

You, on the other hand, had never felt more content.

Wherever you went, Natasha was always there, helping you, talking with you, or just staying silent and keeping you company.

You had grown quite fond of Natasha, and even though you didn’t know it, Natasha had grown quite fond of you too. She didn’t even want to think about the moment you would have to leave, and she would have to pick up a new patient.

She had grown quite close to the little girl she was supposed to take care of. She cared about you, and she knew she was the only person in the world that ever would.

No one would ever care about you the way she did.

After taking care of you for only a week, she had applied at multiple adoption agencies, wanting herself and her home to be cleared for fostering and adoption. She was told the process would go fairly quickly, seeing as though she was a licensed mental health nurse.

If anyone was capable of adopting, it would be her. She just hoped the entire process was done before you go out.

You had told her multiple times how much you enjoyed spending time with her, and Natasha had always told you how much she enjoyed spending time with you as well.

She had told you what a great kid you were and how you were a very nice person to be around. You were more than grateful that she was the nurse assigned to you, and you had told her that. Natasha had merely smiled and told you how nice she though that was.

You didn’t need to know it wasn’t a coincidence…

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After about two months in the psych ward, you showed massive improvement. You were almost cleared to be released, and Natasha was a bit upset.

The adoption agency had cleared her, and she was cleared to take you in.

She had already pitched the idea to you, that after were released from the psych ward, you would come live with her for a period of time.

You didn’t need to know she meant forever…

You were overjoyed with the idea of spending more time with her. You had explained to her on multiple occasions you didn’t want to get out, as you would not get to spend time with her anymore. That’s when she told you, and you had hugged her and told her how happy you were.

She simply kissed your head, holding you close as you two sat on the bed.

Natasha was a bit upset, though. In the psych ward, she got to spend every moment with you, but if you were to come live with her, you would have to go to school, and she would have to- you would have to miss her half of the day.

She didn’t want that, and so she started setting up her place in the mountains. You trusted her, and she would make sure that trust would not be broken.

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When you were finally released from the psych ward, Natasha had made sure it was one of the best days of your life. There was cake, and presents, and all sorts of things you had not been given in a long time.

After that day, Natasha had told you she was planning on moving up into a cottage in the mountains.

You didn’t need to know what country she meant…

You asked her if there would be snow, and she promised you there would be. You were more than happy to pack all your stuff, excited with the idea of living somewhere peaceful.

Natasha had called in a favour with her parents, arranging a jet to take you and her to the location. You had asked her where the house was located, but she had told you not to worry about it. It would be perfect.

You fell asleep pretty quickly on the jet, which was perfect, as Natasha didn’t have to explain why you were flying over the ocean.

When you arrived, Natasha carried you inside, tucking you in the nice bed that was already prepared for you, before going back downstairs and getting all the stuff from the jet inside.

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You woke up from the sun shining through gaps in the curtains. When did you go to bed?

You stretched slightly, laying in bed for a few minutes to process waking up, before getting up and looking around the room.

The room was absolutely beautiful, and it matched your interests perfectly. It didn’t take you long to spot the two drawings on the wall. The were hung up in frames this time. It were the drawings you and Natasha had made the first day you were in the psych ward.

You smiled at the memory, soon recognising the pajamas that were hung over the desk chair.

You changed into them and left the room, finding the stairs quickly and making your way downstairs. The entire house smelled of pancakes, and it obviously was in the kitchen where you found Natasha.

“Hello sweetheart,” she greeted you as she gave you a small side hug, giving you a kiss on the head.

“How did you sleep?” she asked as she handed you a glass of orange juice.

“I slept fine,” you told her as you gave her a smile and took the orange juice, taking a few sips before sitting down at the kitchen island.

Natasha smiled at you, getting the last pancake from the pan before placing two plates on the kitchen island. She sat down on the barstool next to you, handing you the syrup as she took a bite herself.

“The house looks very nice,” you told her as you started eating your own pancakes.

“Only the best of the best for you,” Natasha told you and smiled softly at the slight blush that stained your cheeks.

“Is there a school nearby or something?” you asked her, but Natasha just shook her head.

“I figured homeschooling would fit you a lot better. There are a lot of benefits, and I think it would do wonders for your mental health,” she explained, and you nodded.

You could almost cry at how thoughtful Natasha was.

You didn’t need to know it was purely in her own best interest…

You were finally home. You were finally safe. You were finally loved. Natasha would finally be your mother, and you would finally get the chance at a normal life.

Somewhat normal…

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beeslibrarycorner · 11 months

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Can I have a blurb with 18 "Your so comfy" and 23 “Your the perfect size to cuddle” Adam Warlock?

Late Night Cuddles

Adam Warlock x Reader

Prompts: 18 "Your so comfy" and 23 “Your the perfect size to cuddle”

This all started when Adam came barging into your room because he claimed that he couldn't sleep and he had a feeling that you were awake. You could see right through the bs as he anxiously rung his fingers and rocked himself from side to side.

He keeps pretending like he cant sleep so he can cuddle in your bed with you and you can't say no because of the needy expression that's on his face.

So with a deep breath you agree everytime and every time he walks over and gets in under the covers, sometimes he's underneath you and sometimes he's on top of you. This time around he's on top of you with his waist between your legs and his arms wrapped around your torso.

“You're so comfy” he murmured, head resting against your chest with your fingers against his scalp; he snuggled closer. He's like a cat this way, looking for warmth and comfort in your embrace. You press a kiss to his forehead in response and you feel him thumb the skin of your hip.

He huffs sleepily, eyes getting heavy as his grip on you tightens; all indicators that he's super close to falling asleep. “You're the perfect size to cuddle, y/n” he slurs as he nuzzles his nose against your collar bone and lays his head back down. Not long after that you feel his breathing even out. You fall asleep soon after.

You couldn't spend the time before you go to bed any other way.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock #marvel requests

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briefhandsstudenttoad · 5 days

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Doctor Strange Headcanons:

Hellooo does anyone want headcanons for other characters? :)

Happy:

He has a tea addiction

He acts like he doesn't like them but he is invested with both Peters' music taste

He is Morgan Starks Godfather after saving Tony's life

He was secretly relieved that Wong was now sorcerer supreme after the blip even though he moaned non-stop about it

He also secretly loves all of the avengers, though he'd never admit it

He's secretly a triplet

He was a vegan growing up and he tries to stick at it (but he's rubbish at it)

He is an activist for feminism, lgbtq and climate change

He's also kissed some guys before now but he still prefers women

Secretly talks to the cloak and refers to it as 'Cloaky' but gets angry if anyone else treats it differently to a precious artefact.

Massive girl dad and even though he never planned on children, as he ages he always regrets not having a child - expecially a daughter

Rolls his eyes so much because he's a mixture of sassy teenage girl and flirty

Secretly adores when the avengers ask for medical help for stupid things like paper cuts

Terrified of spiders

Sad:

(Kind of canon) He's SO insecure about his hands

He can't write any more because of them or do...lots of things

Morgan jokes about him always wearing gloves like Elsa but he low-key relates to her

He still hasn't been in a car after the accident and he isn't planning too

He always thinks of donna

He was abused as a child by his dad

After their mum and sister died, Stephen and his brother were moved to an all boys orphanage

His brother looks exactly like him but he's evil and he didn't see him after he left the orphanage and he hopes he never does again

He also thinks that his dad is dead even though he doesn't know for sure

HUGE insomniac like this man doesn't realise he hasn't slept for days till he passes out in the library

Physically incapable of asking for help

Hates conflict between the avengers - reminds him of his abusive childhood

Explicit:

Hasn't had sex since the accident, 4 years ago

Can't hold himself up on top because of his shaky hands

But he used to be a top

He was also a huge playboy

Can no longer "help himself out" because his hands throw him off

So instead he gets quite sexually frustrated

Giver not receiver although it hasn't always been that way

Has absolutely read fanfiction of himself but only because he finds it funny

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heyitsme1040 · 8 months

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HI! I absolutely loved your fic with Steve finding reader's mudic player in his hoodie. I was wondering if you could do a similar idea with Bucky?

Hi anon! I really appreciate your request. I made it just really soft and happy. Hope you Enjoy!

It Feels Like Flying [b.b]

summary : (request) Reader forgets her music player in Bucky's hoodie. Bucky finds it when he's at the gym, and discovers a playlist focused on him. He brings it up to reader and they talk while listening to the playlist.

pairings : Bucky Barnes/Reader

warnings : None. Just a straight comfort fic.

word count : 1,550

AO3 (x)

a/n : I appreciate the request! Feel free to request more, it helps me get out of my slump of not posting unless the fic seems perfect.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the light filtering its way through the blinds, then you feel the arm around your waist. You can’t help but smile at the feeling of Bucky’s fingers ghosting over your skin, the feather light touch trailing goosebumps over your skin. Rolling over, you’re greeted by Bucky’s eyes staring at you lovingly.

“G'morning,” you sleepily murmur while tucking your face into his neck with a kiss.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Bucky kisses your temple.

“What time is it?”

“Just before six.”

“That’s too early for a Saturday,” you groan at the ungodly hour making Bucky chuckle.

“You can go back to sleep sweetheart. I was planning on heading to the gym for a bit, I can wake you up when I get back.”

You nod at the offer and press a kiss to his neck once again. Bucky gently untangles himself from you and tucks you in on his side of the bed. You bury your face into his pillow while relishing the warmth he left behind. Kissing your forehead, Bucky grabs his gym bag and walks toward the living room. He smoothly ties his trainers before grabbing his hoodie off the couch where you’d left it. Moving silently, Bucky closes the door behind him before walking to the compound’s gym.

He feels his shoulders relax while wrapping his hands. He remembers more of his life before the war, and is grateful that not much has changed in boxing equipment. Making sure his hand wraps are secured, he pulls the hoodie over himself. He feels a slim square shift in the pocket and grins at the thought of you leaving your music player in the most random areas. He pulls the small object from the confines of the hoodie and unwinds the earbuds. Threading them through the hoodie, he put them in and presses play. Not paying too much attention to what’s playing, he begins settling into a rhythm at the reinforced punching bag. He settles into a pattern of landing his hits while shuffling around the bag and focusing on his breathing. Time feels as though it’s standing still but also flying past him as he lets his mind wander.

The world is still so different to what he remembers. All the technology in the compound’s gym is overwhelming. He doesn’t understand why treadmills and stair masters exist. These aren’t revolutionary exercises, they did the same thing and more back in the war. He, Sam, and Steve never used most of the equipment in the facility. He wanted to keep some things the way he remembers them to be. He was grateful for many of the modern wonders of the twenty-first century, however some things weren’t improved by it. Like punching a bag filled with sand to clear your mind.

It doesn’t matter how well his feet are planted, once he actually listens to what music you’d left off on, Bucky completely misses his next hit and feels the bag slam into him. The reassuring chorus of “We’ll Meet Again” is what really knocks the air out of him and leaves him reeling. It wasn’t the version he remembered, having Frank Sinatra’s timber instead of Vera Lynn’s breathy words wrapping around his head and settling into his chest. He felt warmth at the thought of you playing this song while wrapped in his hoodie. He hung his head and took deep breaths trying to steady himself again. He tries to continue the rhythm he'd fallen out of, but it was to no avail.

Walking back to his locker he begins unwrapping his hand as the song finishes. As he closes his locker the beginning notes of “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” begin to come through the earbuds. Bucky smiles softly at the song, remembering how often it had played on the radio before he'd been drafted. Shaking his head in loving disbelief, he finally pulled your music player back out and looked at your playlist. It was filled with songs he knew by heart that he regularly played, others he remembers telling you about in passing, and others he had missed out on. As his eyes scan over the songs, they catch on the name of the playlist being “Buckshot” and roll at the dumb nickname you’d given him after a few missions together.

The elevator doors open and Bucky steps in, "Jarvis, take me to my living quarters."

As Jarvis sets the elevator, Bucky finally feels the shock wearing off that you have a playlist of songs named after him. He wants to know everything about the playlist. Why these songs, how often do you play it, when did you make it? The elevator slows and soon the doors open to the floor of your shared apartment.

Bucky swiftly opens the door and toes off his shoes. Not having been working out long enough to get sweaty, he doesn't bother to shower before going to the bedroom. He nimbly climbs in bed next to you and unplugs the headphones from your music player. He turns to volume to a quiet level and faces you. Taking in your peaceful form as you sleep, Bucky cups your cheek. He starts to sing along in a murmur to the music, and eventually your eyes start to flutter open.

"Hi," you breathe with a smile. "When'd you get back?"

"Not long ago. You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you yet." Bucky rests his forehead against yours. "How'd you sleep?"

"Okay, I missed your cuddles. How was the gym?"

"It was great," he kisses your nose with a giddy expression. "I found your music player in my hoodie."

You let out a surprised squeak and cover your face with your hands.

"It took me a few minutes to realize what music was playing," he continued. "But once I did I was surprised."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled from behind your hands. " I know it's probably weird."

"Don't be, doll. I liked discovering you have a playlist about me. It's sweet. Made me feel special knowing you had something that reminded you of me like that," he slowly peeled your hands from your face to reveal your blush.

"Of course I want something to remind me of you when you're gone!"

Bucky just leans down and kisses you sweetly. It isn't until you feel your head start to swim that you're forced to break away from his kiss. You trace his lips with your index finger, chests bumping together as you share each other's breaths, and hear the opening notes of "Dream Sweet in Sea Major" coming from near your head.

"You don't know this one," you breathe against his lips. "It made me think of something you would have listened to. Both sweetly wishful while being a kind of aching longing."

Bucky feels his heart swell even more from your explanation of why you put the song in the playlist. He doesn't recognize it but it feels eerily familiar. He listens carefully, thinking about how the song really did resemble some songs he'd shown you but definitely more modern.

"'Believe me, darling. The stars were made for falling,'" you quietly sang to him. "'Like melting obelisks as tall as another realm.'"

Bucky closes his eyes and lets your quiet singing wash over him. He'd never understand how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you. After every horrible thing he'd been forced to do, he had resigned himself to a life of being alone with the exception of Steve. But you'd always been so accepting of him, reminding him he didn't want to do those things. That wasn't him. He'd never understood how you could be so accepting of him, and choose to love him as openly and sweetly as you do. He couldn't help the grateful feeling that arose every time he thought about your compassionate heart.

"'You look quite divine tonight. Here among these vibrant lights. Pure delights surround us as we sail,'" you continue as you trace his features slowly.

You take care tracing down the slope of his nose. Ghosting over the delicate skin beneath his eyes. Following the arch of his eyebrow, trailing along his cheekbone down to his jaw. Grazing his cupid's bow. Completely entranced by the tranquility that has graced his relaxed form. It wasn't often he let go of the weight surrounding his mind.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He wondered aloud, gently grabbing your wrist. His eyes met yours as he swept his thumb along the inside of your wrist.

"You were you. Simple as that, Bucky," you admitted.

As the song faded into the next, you shared with Bucky why you'd added this one to the playlist. And that's how the two of you spent the rest of the morning. Singing to each other and sharing your thoughts about the songs that played. Revealing your thoughts to each other. Adding songs as Bucky recommends them and as you show him new ones.

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hoppers-babygirl · 5 months

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Commissions

Hey guys so about two weeks ago I lost both jobs I had, I thought I was getting a better opportunity at a different company only to be told I shouldn’t have been promised that position and now I have been applying to places like crazy.

Public assistance isn’t very helpful and I take care of a mother with declining health. I’m the only one who provides for my household but now I haven’t been able to do that. Gas is limited so getting back and forth to interviews when I have one is getting more difficult and food has gotten limited as well as an impending phone/wifi bill that I’m not sure how is going to be paid.

I hate making these posts as anyone would but I really do appreciate any help that anyone can offer. I will gladly take requests for a commission or even just a simple tip left on my kofi. The links should be on my stories and I will even include it here as well. I understand it’s hard for everyone at the moment and even a simple reblog of this post will help.

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dandelionpixels · 4 days

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carol danvers + reader

(platonic, sibling relationship)

ask: Carol Danvers having sibling reader who struggles with anxiety and worries about Carol when she’s away?

- The first couple times she leaves for a while, she doesn’t realize how anxious it makes you. But when she comes back one night and you’re sleeping in her bed, it starts to sink in.

- She starts leaving notes all the time, because they’re more ‘real’ than texts/voicemails. Magnet notes on the fridge, sticky notes on the cupboards, index cards on your bedside table, all signed with a ‘See you soon :-)’

- You take her to her first Build-A-Bear, and you guys spend way too long picking out the perfect creatures and doing the little routine. You both get the sound memo hearts, so you can put a message in each other’s plushie. (Hers says “Hi!! I don’t know where I am while you’re listening to this, but I know I’m coming home soon, I promise!! Love you!”)

- You make her promise to wake you up when she gets home, no matter how late it is. Sometimes you don’t go back to sleep, just order takeout, and exchange stories about whatever you both missed.

- When she’s gone for especially long amounts of time, she tries to stay home for a while afterwards. She knows you feel guilty, always saying ‘You have more important places to be!’ but to her, making sure you don’t have to be anxious all the time is important.

- She takes you with her on occasion, for stuff she doesn’t thing should be too dangerous. It’s always the most fun she has on missions, getting to hang out with you while she does her stuff. One time you made her laugh so hard in midair, she almost plummeted both of you down to earth on accident.

i have more platonic!carol content here!!

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youre-a-total--poser · 1 month

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Requests are open again so send me your requests or don't I don't mind which

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yelenasgreenvest · 1 year

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Hey! Can I ask for a r x Yelena with r being nervous about having their first kiss with Yelena and her reassuring them? Basically just a soft moment, thank you!!

Yelena and Y/N had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They had always been there for each other, through the good times and the bad.

But as they grew older, their feelings for each other had started to change. Y/N couldn't deny the butterflies in their stomach every time Yelena was near, and Yelena couldn't stop thinking about the way Y/N's lips looked when they smiled.

Finally, after months of anticipation and nervousness, the two of them were alone together in Y/N's bedroom. Yelena had closed the door behind them, and the air was thick with tension.

"Y/N," Yelena said, taking a step closer. "I have to tell you something."

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest. They knew what was coming, and they couldn't help but feel nervous.

"I like you," Yelena said, her eyes sparkling. "I've liked you for a long time now. And I know you like me too. So, I just want to know if you want to take this to the next level and be together."

Y/N's breath caught in their throat. They had been dreaming of this moment for so long, but now that it was actually happening, they couldn't believe it.

"Yes," Y/N said, their voice barely above a whisper. "I want that too."

Yelena's face broke out into a huge smile, and she leaned in closer to Y/N. "I'm so glad," she whispered, her lips hovering just inches from Y/N's.

Y/N could feel their nerves getting the best of them, and they started to back away.

"It's okay," Yelena said, sensing Y/N's nervousness. "I'm nervous too. But I promise, it'll be worth it."

Y/N took a deep breath and closed their eyes, leaning in to meet Yelena's lips with their own. The kiss was soft and sweet, and it sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N opened their eyes to see Yelena smiling back at them.

"See?" Yelena said, her voice full of love. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Y/N shook their head, grinning from ear to ear. "No," they said. "It was amazing."

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saintship · 10 months

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Ya’ll are cool as shit so I assume there’s some marvel fandom overlap

If you have any requests rattling around after spiderverse or just marvel requests in general, ask away!

Only one I won’t do is Miguel, he’ll show up in fics of other characters bc he’s important but I cannot take him seriously half the time my boy is so mad

#across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #the spot #miles morales #gwen stacy #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #spidermen #marvel requests

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writerslittlelibrary · 6 months

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Thank you so much for writing my request. Omg that was amazing if you could do a part two pretty please (also like reader scared of Maria but I didn’t think of what to call her apart from agent/director hill)

I hope it wasn’t much problem writing it

Sending you this love💛💛💛

-🦈

We are your mothers 2

masterlist requests masterlist

part 1

summary: when you get kidnapped, your moms do everything in their power to get you back, only to find out that now you'll never call them mom again...

pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader

warnings: yelling, nightmares

genre: angst

words: 1169

a/n: part 2 is finally here! also, covid's been kicking my ass and I can't really breath or see (due to teary eyes) so sorry if this isn't great. I really wanted to write the part 2, and I might improve it or make it longer when I feel better :)

(also who has covid three times? why is that a thing🤨)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It had been over a week, and you were yet to interact with your mothers. Yelena was the only one you let close to you, but even she had no idea what you had endured. You didn't sleep a lot, nightmares haunting you, seemingly even when you were awake.

It broke your mothers hearts, to hear you scream and cry every night and not be able to comfort you. They made that mistake the first night, and the moment they walked in, you tried to crawl away from them, falling off the bed in the process. They tried helping you, but when they got close, you shielded your head and face with your arms, shaking in fear with the thought they might hit you. Natasha had spent that night crying in Maria's arms, hearing how Yelena shushed your cries and cuddled you back to sleep.

When the mornings came, you wouldn't come out of your room, afraid your moms might be in the kitchen. Natasha picked up on that quickly, and her and Maria started having breakfast at least an hour before you'd wake up.

Most nights they spend crying. Maria tried to be the strong one, comforting Natasha to the best of her abilities but she failed, and soon broke down beside her with the fear they might never get to hold their little girl ever again.

It was a frightening thought to the both of them.

“How you doing, baby spider?” Yelena asked as she walked into your room, seeing you drawing at your desk. You shrugged. Yelena sighed softly in disappointment, but made sure not to let you hear her. You hadn't spoken a lot, and despite Yelena's many efforts, you wouldn't speak to her either.

Yelena sat down on your bed, leaning back and facing you.

“I was thinking we could go to the mall today. Maybe visit that bookstore you like so much?” Yelena tried, but you didn't even acknowledge her sentence.

Yelena sighed to herself again, getting up and walking towards you. You quickly closed your sketchbook when you felt her coming close, turning around with your chair to face her.

“Will Miss Romanoff and Miss Hill come too?” you asked Yelena softly, and she smiled hesitantly at you. “You know they are still your mothers, right? They'd love for you to call them mom and mama again…” Yelena tried carefully, but you flinched from even hearing those names.

You shook your head and turned back around to your desk, tears stinging in your eyes.

Yelena wasn't sure on what to do, but she decided that after a week, it was finally time to push. “Why wouldn't you want to call them that again? They've missed you so much.”

Tears streamed down your face, but Yelena just couldn't drop it. “They love you.” That was when you let out your first sob, crying as quietly as possible. Yelena didn't hesitate to lean forward, capturing you in a hug and letting you cry on her shoulder.

“What happened to you? What did they do to you?” Yelena asked softly, rubbing your back with one hand while the other cradled your head against her.

You sobbed and shook your head, trying to tell her, but your sentences came out muffled and in broken sobs. Yelena continued to comfort you, softly sushing you and continuing to rub your back. “We all love you, y/n,” Yelena said softly. “Just know that.”

After your sobs reduced to sniffles, Yelena tried to pull back to look at you, but you just pulled her closer.

Quietly you explained what happened. You left out most details, but covered the most important parts: they hurt when you didn't listen, and all you could see were your mothers.

Yelena had tears stinging her eyes as she heard you explain, holding you closely as she tried to keep in her own sobs. Hearing you talk about Natasha and Maria like that, hearing what you thought they did to you, broke her heart into a million pieces. She kept rubbing your back when your sobs started up again, whispering comforting things into your ear as you explained.

After a few minutes, when you both calmed down, Yelena finally pulled back, pulling you to face her. “We all love you. Natasha and Maria love you more than anything in this world. They would do anything to hear you call them mom and mama again,” Yelena explained, wiping some hair from your face.

You nodded softly, your tears finally reducing.

“I'll try,” you said, hugging Yelena one more time before standing up.

Yelena held your hand as you walked to the common area, your moms found sitting on the couch, watching a movie together to try and distract themselves.

“Natasha…” you softly called, her head whipping around to see you standing there, squeezing Yelena's hand out of fright. “Hi baby,” she said softly, slowly getting up to walk towards you. You tensed up slightly when she came closer, but Yelena squeezed your hand reassuringly.

Natasha came closer carefully, reaching her hands up to try and touch you. When she saw you didn't try to move away from her, she softly put her hands around you, pulling you into a hug.

Maria soon joined, putting her arms around you both as you quietly embraced each other.

When Natasha pulled back, she carefully reached her hands to your face, wiping some hairs that had fallen in front of it away. “I love you so much,” she spoke, tears stinging in her eyes. You kept quiet, tears stinging in your own eyes as well.

“We both do,” Maria spoke, putting her hand on the other side of your face carefully.

They were so afraid to hurt or scare you away. You nodded softly, your tears now streaming down your face. When you fell asleep that night, it was on the couch, your head on Yelena's lap and your legs on Natasha's.

You still hadn't spoken to them, but it was progress. You fell asleep in the same room as them, even going so far as letting Natasha touch you.

Natasha smiled to herself as she saw your sleeping form, softly stroking your legs as you slept. Yelena had told them everything that night, and both Natasha and Maria had broken down after hearing what you'd been put through.

You hadn't really said anything to them, and it would for sure take a long time before you'd call them mom and mama again, if you'd ever even call them that again, but Maria and Natasha were willing to wait, helping you wherever they could.

They love you, and they always will.

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beeslibrarycorner · 11 months

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I liked your Adam warlock blurb! Do you think he would be the big spoon or the little spoon?

Awe thanks, If you have a request please send it in!

I think it depends on his mood.

Sometimes Adam wants to be held and squeezed because he feels like he needs it. It's a feeling of safety for him. He likes to feel your leg on top of his and your arms around his torso no matter how big or small you are.

Other times Adam wants to hold you and give you sweet shoulder kisses. He likes the feeling of your back pressed against his chest because it reminds him that you are safe from harm.

Sometimes he's a cutie and other times he's a menace.

Sometimes he likes to press kisses behind your ear and whisper sweet things to you. Just crooning loving things into your ear and tracing his hand along your warm soft skin.

Other times he's trapping you in bed when you try to escape to get a glass of water or something. If all else fails to keep you in bed his solution is to roll over onto you.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock #marvel requests

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briefhandsstudenttoad · 10 months

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Can you write a romantic morning sex with husband tony stark and female reader? ❤️❤️

Of courseee thank you for the request!!!

💋 Good Morning Darling

Reader wakes up next to the love of her life - Tony Stark - on a regular day and engages in some... steamy moments to start her day.(This takes place in the Malibu mansion). TW. Heavy Smut.

~ 3 minutes

Y/n woke up in a soft, white, silken sheet, shrouded by the light of sun that intruded from the glass window within her Malibu mansion. If someone told her 5 years ago that this is where she'd be, she'd laugh at the world however it only gets better. She gets to be with the love of her life.

Y/n met her husband Tony Stark at a press conference a few years back and it was clear that neither of them were enjoying themselves so they snuck out together and woke up the next morning in a different state somehow. From that moment Tony Stark lost his reputation to be a playboy as his heart became devoutly set on this magical girl.

After giving a light yawn from her sleepy state, y/n turned to face the lump of sheet beside her which was in fact her husband, facing away from her.

Wrapping one leg around his body she moved herself to plant quick, gentle kisses along his neck to wake him.

Tony awoke to a slight tickle along his jawline as y/n had planned and turned to grab her and give her a cute but big kiss on her lips.

When the kiss broke they lay opposite eachother for a few minutes, just staring into eachothers eyes with big smiles, so happy and content with one another.

"Good morning Darling" a sleepy Tony managed to chuckle.

"Good morning Handsome" Y/n replied, with a big grin playing on her lips.

Tony couldn't help at this point but to climb on top of his beautiful wife and smother her in more kisses. He started from her mouth but y/n began to notice that he moved from her lips, to jaw, to neck, to her chest.

"Baby what's up with you this morning" she smirked, knowing fully well what Tony was playing at.

"I love you so much, Darling" Tony confessed and y/n felt a slight hardness press her leg from her unclothed husband.

"Baby...oh". Distracted by Tony's face in her breasts, y/n had failed to notice Tony's hands travelling a lot further down her body than she anticipated as his fingers lightly dipped in and out of her.

"Come on baby make some noise for me" Tony asked as he proceeded his hand movements. Her moans were like a drug to him and he was just addicted to the trance that they put him in.

"Tony...more...please, love. I want you". Y/n begged.

Ensuring that his wife was ready, Tony easily slid into her well prepared body that welcomed every touch. He was quite average physically but God he knew what he was doing thanks to his qualified experience.

"OH" Y/n and Tony both groaned upon entry. Tony would never get sick of her beautiful body that squeezed him so perfectly and he just loved his wife so much. As for y/n, she was in too much of a daze this early in the morning to register the amount of ecstasy she was feeling.

Depending on the mood Tony usually opted to go fast in bed, however today was different because as he looked down on his wife, with her mouth gaping open and her head tilted back, he realised that he needed to show her how much he loved her.

He slowly thrust himself in and out of her just constantly gazing down at her, pulling out all the pleasure that he could give her. She deserved the best of course.

Y/n couldn't talk or move as she was just paralysed with the pleasure her body was in. Tony usually went fast with her but this...this was so slow and romantic. The soft kisses down her neck, the slow movements from his body and the way her body arched towards his in desperate pleasure.

"ooOOO...t..t...tonnny...I'm gonna...c.c.cum" she whined, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him forwards to kiss his lips.

Tony was trying to stay incredibly focussed on his job of going nice and slow to drag out the pleasure for his wife but when she dragged him forwards, with her arms around his neck and her soft beautiful lips on his, he suddenly could only focus on the connection of their bodies completely pressed together and he felt his orgasm coming.

"OH baby I'm gonna come to it's okay" he muttered on her lips.

From that sentence, y/n felt her orgasm release around his member and Tony cradled her face into his neck as she whined and shook around him.

The vibrations drove Tony to his own release inside of her as they intertwined themselves as close as possible to one another, body’s pressed unbelievably close to eachother as they both came together.

As their breathing shallowed, Tony remained on top of his wife who looked as she was in a blissful haze and he softly pulled out as he peppered her with soft kisses and praised her.

"I love you baby" she managed to somehow choke from her haze.

"I love you too, Darling" Tony smiled into her neck.

Thank you so much for this request I'm always open to more xx

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iridescentparkers · 2 years

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seeing white - peter parker

request: Hi!! Im not sure if your requests are open right now but I had an idea and I thought I would send it in incase it inspired you :) so what if peter gave stark!reader a promise ring but they were in a secret relationship and tony/the team ended up seeing it? thank you so much and love your stuff!

➳ pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

➳ summary: you and peter were forever…but what happens when forever gets threatened by injury…and your overprotective father.

➳ word count: 0.9k

➳ warnings: 18+??? semi suggestive and vague visuals of gunshot injuries

➳ a/n: this was modified slightly but i hope u still love it <333 also i kinda want to make a part two where he gives her the ring hehehehe🫶🏽 also… IM BACK

White was nearing to become Peter’s least favorite color, for he saw it everywhere.

When he awoke that morning, Peter heard faint white noise hitting the sides of his room in the compound. He saw the white in the pale rain clouds hovering above his window and watched as they moved gently across the morning sky.

It also spread everywhere across his room. From the dim night light he left on in his bathroom because he you were afraid of how pitch black his room got at night, to the bright white bedding which kept him warm and snug in the chilly compound.

White was even on the beautiful girl whose warm backside rose and fell as he pressed his chest into her body. Peter awoke and pushed the wild strands that fell upon his face as they both slept. He admired the oversized white t-shirt that hugged her curves, just resting above the white lace panties on her ass.

He saw it (and loved it) last night as he ran his fingers along your hips, pushing your underwear aside and kissing along your inner thighs. Seeing it three and then four times that night was the highlight of his evening.

Peter would go on to see as he sat in the conference room of the compound, listening to the importance of their latest mission with just him, Tony, and you. Then as he rode above the city skylines, those same clouds lingered in the air from before, less dark than before.

“What’s that on your finger?”

Tony glanced at his daughter in the seat next to him as he, Peter, and Y/N rode in the Quinjet. Gazing confusedly, he questioned the ring on her hand.

“It’s nothing,” you smiled, rushing your hand under your thigh.

“Nothing?” Tony questioned, quirking a singular brow above his glasses. “That shiny rock on your hand isn’t just ‘nothing,’ honey.”

“Dad!” You exclaimed, placing a hand over the strangulating motion he created with his hands, lowering them into his lap.

And it was the last thing he saw before everything turned black. Color lingered in his heavy eyes while hot, slow tears glistened from the sides of his eyes.

Consciousness slowly left him as he lay on the warm pavement. Peter had laid there, pressing a hand on one of the multiple gun wounds on the side of his chest.

Finishing up with the rogue agent you had just finished fighting, you rushed over to your boyfriend. The wailing noises you once heard, clawing from your ears, had died out, sending more worry to you.

Peter felt as you pulled him close to your chest, his ear pressed against your chest. He felt as you ran a gentle hand along the side of his arm, moving it up to the side of his cheeks. Wearily, Peter could hear you asking him to stay with you, trying his best to hold on, but just couldn’t. He closed his eyes and rested in your arms, releasing all feeling lingering in his fragile state.

Within the brightness of such a glum room, you watched as a set of sweet brown eyes peered open at you. You ran your hand along his, Peter curving a slow smile along his face, which was short-lived.

“He knows?” Peter muttered as he noticed Tony standing behind you.

“He knows,” you smiled, wiping a tear before reaching up to place a kiss on Peter’s cheek.

“I already knew. You two aren’t so subtle, you know.” Tony noted before walking to the other side of the bed. “How are you holding up, kiddo?”

“Fine,” he said, his voice still groggy as he spoke.

“Good. That’s so good.” You sniffled, squeezing his hand tightly and kissing his hand.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom. I haven’t gone in God knows how long.” You laughed before smiling again at Peter, him returning the gesture. “You ok? If I go?”

“Yes, of course…go. Go!” Peter assured, groggily responding to your question.

“Ok,” you smiled one last time before rushing to relieve yourself. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Peter stated, smiling as he watched you leave the room.

“So, you and my daughter?”

“Mr. Stark- I-”

“There’s no need, Peter.” He explained, placing a hand up in assurance. “I trust you, Peter.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter croaked, releasing a sigh. “I promise I won’t hurt, Y/N.”

“Oh, you won’t,” Tony stated, and Peter’s brows furrowed in response.

Tony stepped in closer, pressing lightly on the side of Peter’s hospital bed, “Cause if you do, I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell. I know powerful people, Peter. I know where you live. I know where you go to school, and even so, I know some of the people you love most.”

Peter’s eyes widened as Tony leaned in further, “I am giving you my blessing to the one thing I love most in this world, so if you mess this up, I mess you up. Ok, kid?”

Peter, with a hesitant nod, responded before Tony gave him a quick pat and walked towards the door.

“And Peter?”

“Yes…sir?”

“…nice ring.”

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