hi! i was one of the people who requested a platonic ashtray fic back a few months ago and just saw your recent update about those and was wondering what account they will be posted on? thank you and have a nice day <3
HELLO!!! I will be posting this on my archives account when I do it (sorry for the wait I just really have been going through a lot mentally and IRL) and I will post the link here as a response to your ask ! Thank you for being so sweet about this <3
hello!!! I've been absent or in and out kind of but I have been struggling with some decision-making and have concluded that I am no longer writing for fezco or ashtray.
My pretty new girl series has come to an end because of that.
I will be writing the few requests for them that I got a few months back and posting them on a separate account that I will not be checking in on.
lastly, if you'd like to give png the ending they deserve and finish it yourself, dm me!!
Anon asked that I replace Nat with Wanda after learning I don't write for Natasha!
Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Posted June 6th, 2022 (sry for the wait)
Anonymous asked:
For requests could u do 35 with Natasha and Fem!reader who goes to therapy and itâs like a slow burn and readers like âMy therapist warned me about people like you.â And Natashaâs like â?â And readers like âPeople who are easy to fall in love withâ cause readers been talking about her crush (Natasha) but as like her best friend and her therapist jokingly says like âcareful there you might fall in loveâ and they have a whole convo. If you do this fluffy ending would be appreciatedâŚ. :)
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âMy therapist warned me about people like you.â
By write it, motherfuckers
note from xe: slow burns aren't usually my specialty but I tried for you, my love! I hope you enjoy <3
mândrÄ is Romanian for (beauty, sweetheart)
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âWanda? You mention Wanda a lot, tell me about her.â
âWell, sheâs my best friend,â
âHowâd you two meet?âÂ
âWe met during Struckerâs experiments back in 2014, but we werenât properly introduced until Ultron,âÂ
âTell me about that time,â
âWith Wanda? Or with Ultron?â
âWith Wanda, but if you feel ready to talk about the time with Ultron then-â
âNo! No, Iâll talk about Wanda.â
The woman in the seat across from Y/n nodded in response, a few strands of her gray hair falling from behind her ear as she wrote something down in her notebook before giving her attention back to Y/n.
âSo, what was meeting her like?â
âIt was a little scary at first, Wanda and I have very similar abilities, it almost felt like Ultron wanted to pin us against each other but after the three of us teamed up with the avengers-â
âIâm sorry, did you say the three of you?â
âYes, me, Wanda, and her twin brother Pietro, when we teamed up with the avengers it was an easy team-up. We were able to bond over it.â
âAnd the feelings you explained to me from that time? All that loneliness?â
âWanda helped with that. When I was with her I wasnât alone anymore because she understood it, In every way everyone else couldnâtâ
âHow is your relationship with Wanda now?â
âWell, after her brother- after Pietro died she kind of shut everyone out. Including me, it wasnât until the Avengers broke up that we got closer. I didnât want to be alone in a foreign country and Wanda was the only one I truly felt comfortable with at the time, so I asked her to come with me.â
âAnd this was in?â
â2016 Through 2018, we lived together for 2 years until Thanos tried to snap half the world awayâ
âWhat was it like living together for those two years?â
âWell, nothing incredibly traumatic happened,â Y/n laughed at her own words before continuing.
âIt was fine, it was normal, we spent the first couple months in London while Steve Rogers found us a safer, more stable location. Then we spent the remaining time in Scotland. It was awkward, but Wanda gave in first; she opened up to me one night, and I opened up to her. After that we kinda became inseparableâ
Y/n spent the remaining 24 minutes of that session with Dr. Quinn talking about Wanda and their time in hiding. Nearing the end Dr. Quinn made a comment that had been stuck in Y/nâs head since she made it back to her shared apartment.
âCareful there, you might fall in loveâ
The statement was a harmless joke really, one that they both laughed at as Dr. Quinn walked Y/n out of her office.
But as the hours passed, the comment hadnât left Y/nâs mind. Even now as she sat at her kitchen table with her roommate, Yelena Belova, and their two close friends Wanda Maximoff and Kate Bishop, eating dinner from their favorite restaurant.
âDid you guys know about Clintâs acid arrows? I mean seriously, Acid???â Kate questioned as she looked around the table.Â
âSaw him use it once,â Wanda responded, causing Yelena to laugh at the mixed look of horror and amazement that Kate had.
âAcid?â
Y/n let out a short laugh, listening to Kateâs bewilderment and Yelenaâs amusement.
âHey, whatâs up with you? Youâve picked at your food all night, mândrÄâ Wanda looked at Y/n as she spoke, giving the girl her full attention.
âIâm okay, I had therapy today, you guys know how I get,â Y/n explained, smiling at the redhead.
âOh, did something happen today? Do you need to find a new therapist? Itâs only been what like 4 sessions? We have time to find a new oneâ Kate rambled, her hand eagerly grabbing Y/nâs in support.
âNo! No, I like my therapist, Dr. Quinn is great! Really! Donât worry about me, Kate, Iâm ok. I just always end up leaving with a lot more questions,â Y/n laughed softly, reassuring the three girls who all smiled in response.
As the four girls began to clean up the not-so-big coffee table Y/n wasted no time in taking as many boxes as possible to the kitchen.
Wanda followed closely behind, setting some leftovers on the counter as Y/n threw away any trash that remained in the small kitchen.
âHey, youâre sure youâre okay?â Wanda asked, turning to look at Y/n.
âI am! I just had a few⌠uh, realizations? I guess? Iâm not completely sure that would be the right phrase,â Y/n responded, mindlessly putting dishes in the sink.
âMândrÄ?âÂ
âYes, Wanda?â
âThose are clean dishes, Dear,â
âOh,â
âCome sit down, tell me, whatâs on your mind, Y/n?â Wanda asked, leading Y/n to the kitchen table.
âJust a discussion between Dr. Quinn and I had today. About you.â
âAbout me?âÂ
âYeah, I brought you today and we talked about you and how we met and some other things. My therapist warned me about people like you,â Y/n said, smiling at Wanda.
âPeople like me, huh?â Wanda smiled back, leaning on her own hand.
âPeople that are easy to fall in love with,â Y/nâs voice was a lot quieter than she had initially intended when she began speaking to Wanda but Wanda could still hear her. She always could, even if her voice is just barely above a whisper.
Itâs one of the things that Y/n liked about her, the fact that Y/n didnât have to alter the sound of her voice for Wanda to understand the words she so carefully spoke.
âYouâre in love with me?â
âYeah, I think I am,â
âIâm in love with you,â Wanda responded, sitting up and putting her hand on top of Y/nâs.
The special moment between the two was interrupted by an excited squeal from no other than the darling Kate Bishop.
âAh! You ruined the moment!â Yelena said, angrily hitting Kateâs arm.
âOw!â
âHave you two been listening to us the whole time?â Y/nâs question was answered by two eager nods.
âWeâve only been waiting half a year for this moment,â Yelena stated, making it Kateâs turn to hit Yelena in the arm.
âOw!!! Copycat,â
âAnyway!! Weâll leave you to it then, go on, have your moment!â Kate enthusiastically said, grabbing Yelena by the shoulders and leading her out of the kitchen.
âHalf a year?â Y/n looked at Wanda.
âItâs most definitely been longer than that.â
Xero, sorry to bother you but I need some platonic! Yelena Belova x fem reader where they Bully/Bother the Avengers and just be an iconic duo
note from xe: you could never bother me!! can you tell that found family is my favorite trope? also, this is a little more pranky than bullyish, I hope you don't mind. I had way too much fun writing this lol, thank you so much for this request!
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summary: In the world where the age of Ultron wasn't nearly as bad (meaning Piet is very alive and very well) and Wanda killed Thanos before he got the chance to hurt anybody else, Yelena and Y/n are partners in crime.aqqqqqqqqqq
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Every family has the classic trouble maker kid that gave every other member of the family a more lighthearted version of hell.
And for the Avengers family, that trouble maker would have been doubled the moment Yelena set foot in the compound.
Natasha had thought it would be good for her sister to come and stay with the rest of the Avengers (and some honorary ones) after she had finished helping the last of the women from the red room. And it did.
Everyone else though, yikes.
It started when Yelena had witnessed Y/n bribe Pietro to go put a shit ton of magnets on Buckyâs arm, just to see if it would stick. And when they did, Y/n and Yelena got to watch with great joy as the silver-haired speedster ran around the compound in an attempt to get away from the super-soldier.
The second time was when the two girls had found out just how heavy of a sleeper Loki really was and they had ended up putting his hair in pigtails and then endlessly teasing him about it the entire day.
But they officially became the iconic duo that they are now when Y/n asked Bruce a shit ton of questions about the chemicals he was using to distract him while Yelena switched some of the vials.
Tonyâs eyebrows took a month to grow back.
When Peter Parker was introduced to the avengers the girls immediately began treating him as one of them, giving him the nickname of âspidey boyâ purely to get the satisfaction of seeing Peter having to correct them. And he did, every single time.
And although the two liked to tease the younger avengers, nothing was as good as fucking with the OG 6.
Clint was made one of the only targets whenever he was at the compound considering he had been retired and only came every few weeks to visit.
One time Yelena and Y/n stayed up until 4 in the morning carefully gluing every arrow Clint had brought with him together.
He didnât notice until after he had gone home, there were a few angry voice mails after that.
Steve was an easy target because of his age and letâs be real the guy isnât nearly as caught up as he probably should be and the duo takes full advantage of that.
âHey, old man, let me help you with those groceries, wouldnât want you to take on more than you can handle,â
âY/n, Iâm a super soldier-â
âShhhh, Steve Rogers, let us help you, please, this cannot be good for your backâ
Simple shit like that got the best reactions, especially if it was in front of people.
Steve would let out a grumbled âSam, it wasnât that funny,â
Meanwhile, Sam is damn near cackling on the floor while Wanda watches with a fond expression as the two girls continue to antagonize the poor old man.
Oh, you thought just because Nat is an ex-assassin and Yelenaâs sister that meant she was exempt from this? Oh, baby, think again.
Steve may be the easiest to fuck with but Nat was the funniest.
She also never let any of the little stunts get her too angry because at the end of the day they were all pretty harmless and never had any malicious intent behind them.
But the two girls were well aware that Nat was also the most dangerous to fuck with so they kept those stunts pretty minimal.
That is if you think that putting post-it notes on literally every inch of her room is minimal.
To keep Nat out of her room they had told Pietro and Peter that it was her birthday, causing the boys to panic and plan a day full of activities for the woman who was like a second mother to them both.
Oh boy, the look on their faces when they found out they were accomplices to the prank.
Needless to say, the two boys were both pretty cautious when listening to Y/n and Yelena and always went to one of the older avengers to get confirmation before listening to the duo.
Of all the Avengers, Thor, Sam, and Wanda were the three that were pretty much left alone (besides that one time they put Nair in Thor's shampoo bottle).
Thorâs reactions werenât too fun, he was always just confused by the end of it. Sam was always willing to help and not snitch when he knew of a prank as long as they left him out of the outcome. And Wanda, well, she can read minds.
Bruce was also pretty much untouched, seeing as they didnât want to risk him hulking out.
Everyone else though. They were free rein.
At the end of the day, the little (or big) family couldnât stand the thought of not living with those stupid little pranks, even Vision.
It was almost endearing to watch the two bond over them and the laughs from the others helped keep everything lighthearted.
Frankly, theyâd all be a little concerned if they hadnât filled the empty oat milk box with water just to see how Bucky would react to it once he poured it into his bowl.
The Avengers couldnât imagine a world without their iconic duo.
pairing: Killian Jones x Fem!OC (or reader you could just read this with your own name)
posted on March 8th, 2022 (happy international woman day!!!)
note from xe: I haven't watched ouat since 2017, I was going through some heavy shit so I really can't remember shit from that time being. I haven't started rewatching the show yet but I do plan on shifting there once I do! this is pretty much just based on my core memories from that! that's all lol <3
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Summary: honestly, I don't know how to summarize this
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Pirates coming to the brothel wasnât a rare thing,
In a pirateâs mind, thereâs just about nothing better than treasure, rum, and girls.
So naturally, the five women who lived there were used to the men coming in and out all of the time.
Merely a few weeks after Briarâs 19th birthday, this night was the same as most. Pirates singing loudly, a few different women who just needed a place to work for the night making their way up the stairs with a few different men, Lorelei pouring drinks at the bar with a slightly annoyed look on her face because Nadine still wouldnât let her do the job that brothels are known for, The three women that took Lorelei and Briar in nowhere to be seen, but the two girls knew where they had been.
Briar had been sweeping the floor a little farther from the rowdy pirates.
The two girls would exchange looks often, almost as a way of silently telling each other they were okay or just to make sure no one was being creepy.
The first three years Lorelei and Briar had worked there Nadine would make the two girls hide in their room upstairs whenever the men in the small place they called home got too rowdy or when it would get too crowded. Whenever Nadine couldnât protect them from the pirates that passed through.
That was until Briar picked up a sword.
It wasnât her first time and it certainly wasnât her last but given her past, she had only been trained to use a sword for a short amount of time, so going off of the basics she knew, she began to train herself to show Nadine that she could take on the role of protecting Lorelei and herself as well as the other girls.
After some convincing Nadine let the girls begin working around the brothel but not working for the brothel.
Picking the broom off of the floor Briar began walking towards the bar to put it away when one of the many pirates thought itâd be a good idea to reach over and grab her waist, causing the girl to drop the broom as he tugged her into his side.
In one swift movement, the sword was removed from the scabbard attached to the manâs hip and in Briarâs hand.
Within seconds the girl had the sword to his throat causing the man to remove his hand from the girlâs body.
Lorelei watched the scene unfold, silently preparing herself if she needed to interfere.
Almost every pirate in the place stood up, some holding onto their sword while others pulled theirs out, showing the few girls downstairs that the crowd consisted of a crew.
âIf you want a girl, ask,â Briar's words came out in a calm tone as she glared at the pirate.
The sight of a taller pirate, not wearing a hat, appeared behind the man with a sword to his throat.
âExcuse me, love, you mind taking that sword off my crew memberâs neck?â
Briar looked at the taller man, giving him a look that could kill.
âMaybe, if he says please,â Briar responded, earning a few scoffs and a few laughs from the others in the brothel.
Lorelei hid her laugh behind her hand.
âJack, You heard the lady,â The man from behind spoke.
âWill you please remove the sword from my neck, madame?â The pirateâs voice was shaky, earning a smile from the girl as she slowly put down the sword, not bothering to hand it back.
Lorelei clapped in excitement, smiling proudly at her best friend before she began serving again.
With a quick shove the taller man pushed the Pirate she had now assumed was named Jack out of the way as he stepped a little closer to the girl.
âWhatâs your name, Love?â the small smirk on the manâs face was almost welcoming, it wouldâve been if he hadnât been a pirate that is.
âBriar,â with a quick observation of the man, she couldnât help but notice the hook in the place of a hand.
âCaptain-â
âHook?â The girl looked back up at the man, now making direct eye contact, an attempt to show him that he didnât scare her.
The captain cocked his head back a little, the smile on his face growing in amusement before he held his hand out to the girl, who put her hand in his, allowing him to bring it to his lips placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.
âAye,â
That was how the two met, a meeting that ended shortly after it began as they both went back to their own things but the more and more the captain and his crew came by as the months passed, the more and more the two began to get to know each other.
Every visit had weeks wedged between them but the crew always came back.
Some of the crew would take advantage of the visits, taking girls in and out of different rooms, while the Captian merely sat with a few of his crew and drank rum.
And once he noticed Briar had begun waiting around or talking to some of the girls he knew she had done all the work she needed too and he used that time to his advantage.
During those times he would ask the girl if she would join him outside and she always did. Usually after getting a certain look from the girl he had learned was named Lorelei.
The talks mainly consisted of what the man had been up to while he sailed the seas until he eventually grew tired of talking about himself and he decided to ask about her.
Her responses were short usually, the most she talked was about her friends, her family at the brothel.
Killian had learned that the brothel was owned by Nadine, the pretty older woman who would stand by the stairs observing everyone in the room. Briar and three other young women lived there, all taken in by the woman.
While many other women he had seen were passing through, needed some extra money for the night.
He had also learned about how Briar had essentially trained herself, she wouldnât tell him who had begun training her and so Killian decided to drop that subject for now.
And after trying his best to get more information from the girl he eventually just said,
âI donât think you trust me, love,â The smirk sitting on his lips showed Briar there was no malice behind his words.
âI donât think you trust me, captain,â She replied, earning a chuckle in response.
âYou havenât told me much about you, I tell you stories all the time,â Killian stated, leaning back against the wall as he took a swing of his rum.
âYou tell me stories about your little adventures on the jolly roger, nothing personal, and besides, youâre a pirate, a girl knows better than to trust one of youâ Her explanation was said in a calm tone, smiling at Killian.
He smiled back, he always did.
Killian dropped the subject after that, deciding to focus on the way her eyes focused on the stars above the two as they spent the rest of that night in silence.
The visit after that one had been a month and a half later, and Killian couldnât help but notice the excited expression on Briarâs face once he set foot inside the brothel.
He had watched as the girl said something to one of the girls in a pretty pink dress, Killian had known her name was Anatasia, âthe one with the beautiful curlsâ as Briar had once described to him.
The color of the dress wouldnât have been so noticeable if it had been something that the girls usually wore but it wasnât.
Killian couldnât help but notice the difference in Loreleiâs dress either, it was a deep red that he hadnât seen before, and then finally he set eyes on Briar, who was wearing a creme colored dress along with a red corset that matched the color of Loreleiâs dress almost perfectly.
So that night when he asked Briar to go sit with him outside he asked about it.
âI made them! I make a lot of the clothes we wear, but recently Nadine took me and Lorelei to town with her and I got these beautiful new fabrics,â Briarâs eyes lit up as she talked about how she made the new dresses just recently.
Killian had never heard the girl ramble this much and he couldnât help the smile on his face as he listened to every word she said.
âIâm sorry, Iâm rambling, Iâm not supposed to do that anymore,â Briar said, laughing quietly as she looked at her lap, avoiding Killianâs gaze.
âThatâs alright, love, I don't mind it,â Again, Killian couldnât help but notice the smile that showed up on Briarâs face from his response.
That night they had kissed for the first time.
While saying goodbye Killian had mentioned how heâll miss hearing the girl ramble while he was away and when she had asked him what she could do to make him feel better as a joke, he told her âa goodbye kiss wouldnât hurt,â and so she gave him one.
First on his cheek and then after looking at him in the eyes, they both leaned in, placing his hand on her cheek once their lips finally touched.
The kiss was gentle and sweet.
The next visit was two weeks later, this time Briar came to Killian. He hadnât noticed her come up as he was in a conversation with a few others at the table when he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Briar whisper in his ear.
âCome with me,â she stood up straight after he turned his head to look at the girl, waiting impatiently for the man to stand up and when he did she dropped her hand from his shoulder and took his hand before leading him upstairs.
Nadine hadnât been standing by the stairs like she usually was and Killian noticed how the girl observed their surroundings carefully before walking up the stairs and leading Killian into a room all the way at the end of the hall.
When she unlocked the door and walked inside Killian could tell this room had been the one that she and Lorelei have shared since they were both barely 15 years old. The light green faded floral wallpaper, the probably homemade pink curtains along with the two separated sides of the room.
Lorelaiâs side was covered with little dainty things, a few of which Killian had seen in her hair before, a paper crown hanging on her bed frame, and a few little rings scattered around on her desk.
Briarâs side had a few stacks of books at the end of her bed, using them as a makeshift desk for the few pieces of fabric that she had. Three more books were placed carefully underneath her bed, writing supplies covering her actual desk. And a few drawers that Killian assumed were full of more things that helped her make the clothes she does, along with a sword leaned against the desk.
There had been more to look at but Killian didnât get the chance to see before Briar pulled him into a more eager and heated kiss than the first one they had shared.
Not that Killian was complaining.
That night Briar had found out just how much she loved being in Killianâs arms as they laid in her bed, a peaceful silence taking over the room with nothing but the sound of rain coming from outside and the sound of their steady breaths.
Killian adored the way Briarâs fingers danced around his chest, making little shapes with her nails before finally playing with the necklace around Killianâs neck.
The soft smile that played on Briarâs lips when Killian ran his fingers through her hair made his heart speed up a little but he ignored it.
Not long after that, there was a soft knock on the door causing Briar to sit up and let Killian know that that meant Nadine was wondering where she was.
Once the two got dressed, Briar had opened the window in the room.
âHope you donât mind climbing trees,â Briar said before she stepped onto the big branch, Killian watched as she slowly and easily climbed down before he followed her steps in a much less graceful manner, earning a laugh from Briar once he finally stumbled onto the grass.
âThe things I do for you,â Killian huffed, another laugh falling from Briarâs lips before she took his hand and led him back into the brothel, getting Nadineâs attention immediately, the small smile and breath of relief coming from the woman as she nodded at the two before focusing on something else.
After this, the visits consisted of a lot more than just talking, but when it did contain lots of talking, they both began slowly opening up to each other.
A lot of things were still off-limits but they had time.
Killian actually began to love the way the girl would get so lost in a story, rambling for a while before getting back to the point of the story, always getting a laugh from Killian while she figured out where she had left off.
Briar loved hearing Killian talk about the sea. His love for it was evident whenever heâd tell a story or whenever heâd take Briar to the small river not too far from the brothel and he would complain about how it doesnât compare to swimming in the sea.
This visit was different though,
Killian had noticed the way Briar avoided his gaze and how little she had talked once they stood outside.
âLove, look at me,â Killian used his hook to hold up Briarâs chin, causing her to finally make eye contact with the pirate.
âWhatâs wrong?â The tears in Briarâs eyes werenât hard to see.
âI donât know if this is a good idea anymore,â Briar said, turning her head to look at the trees surrounding them.
This time Killian placed his hand on her cheek, guiding her gaze back to him.
âWhyâs that, love?â
âEvery time you get on that ship, I donât know if youâll come back, Iâve been abandoned enough in my lifetime,â Her confession was quiet, a few tears escaping her eyes as she spoke with a shaky tone.
Killian sighed, softly wiping away the fallen tears before pressing a kiss on her forehead.
âI promise you, love, Iâll always come back to you,â
@wolffininthestars asked:
Prompt 30 lose your sanity for a girl. Female reader and Lip Gallagher! Basically, Lip goes girl crazy over reader, and Fiona or Ian snaps him back to reality.
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âI didnât think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girlâ
âI didnât eitherâ
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note from xe: I'm not entirely sure I did this prompt and request justice but I really hope you enjoy it, babes. I also ended up writing it off more like teasing than snapping him back to reality because I apparently couldn't read when I began writing this, I'm sorry.
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summary: Fiona and Ian take notice of Lip's newfound.. cheesiness
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âSince when are you girl crazy?â Fionaâs words cut off Lip telling Ian his plans for the day,
All of which consisted of the pretty girl that had been coming around lately.
âWhat?â confusion written all over Lipâs face as Ian laughed.
âIâm not fuckinâ girl-crazy,â
âDude, all morning youâve been going on and on about how youâre gonna do all these sweet things for Y/n today because of how horrible her week has gone, youâre a little girl crazy!â Ian said, causing Fiona to nod in agreement as she took a seat at the kitchen table.
And as much as Lip wanted to argue, they werenât entirely wrong.
The past few weeks have been the beginning of Y/nâs and Lipâs relationship, having been on and off best friends since right after Lip graduated high school.
He almost felt the need to make up for lost time, and as much as he hated the clichĂŠ coupley shit, he had begun going out of his way some days to drop off flowers at Y/nâs work or apartment just to see her eyes light up when he handed them to her.
Lip had begun giving her a little extra attention when she had bad days and getting a lot more comfortable at her apartment than he usually is.
That and a handful of other things thatâs way out of the usual territory for Lip.
It was even a little shocking for Y/n, I mean, she was enjoying it and was extremely grateful about the manâs effort but she had watched him be a boyfriend to other women plenty of times.
Whether they had been a casual hookup to him or an actual girlfriend Y/n had never actually seen him be so,
Cheesy
Lipâs love language was actions, things like doing the dishes so that you donât have to worry about them later, putting on your favorite movie when you arenât looking to put you in a better mood. He wasnât the type to buy you flowers and chocolates.
Again, not that she was complaining.
âOkay, so maybe I have been putting in some more effort for Y/n, so what?â Lip said, getting up from the table and making his way towards the fridge.
âWeâve known each other for this long and Iâm only just now getting my shit together, I kind of owe it to her,â Lip continued as he grabbed a soda, finally looking back at his two siblings.
âYou sure itâs just that, Lip?â Fiona teased, a knowing smile on her face.
âWhat do you mean, Fiona?â Lip asked, glaring at his older sister when she let out a laugh.
âYouâre in looooveâ She sang, causing Ian to laugh as he stood from the table.
âI didnât think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl, Lipâ Ian teased as he began walking up the stairs.
âI didnât either,â Lip mumbled, barely above a whisper before he excused himself to go to work, discarding the barely touched soda as he walked out the back door.
âY/n, your manâs in the front!â Y/n heard her coworker Tina call from the door of the small kitchen,
âIâll be out in a minute!â Y/n grabbed the tray of plates before making her way out to the front of the small diner, glancing at a Lip with a smile before focusing on the table she was bringing food to.
âHey,â Lip said, watching the girl finally slide into the seat next to him after letting her manager know she was taking her break.
âHi,â the smile on Y/nâs glossed lips showed just how happy she had been to finally see the boy after nearly a week without more than just a quick hello and goodbye kiss.
âAre you still free tonight?â Lip asked, smiling back at his girlfriend as she adjusted the rings on her fingers.
âUh, no, I donât think so, Pretty sure my boyfriend has plans for us,â Y/n joked, shrugging as she made a fake sympathetic look towards Lip.
He laughed, shaking his head before responding,
âYa know what Ian said today?â
âWhatâd he say?â The way she inched closer urged Lip to go on,
âHe told me I was going girl crazy over you,â a smile spread across Y/nâs face.
âHm, do you agree?â
âYeah, I do, youâre worth goinâ a little girl crazy over, though,â
For the Natasha x Reader ones I sent in if you want can you replace them with Wanda(if you like the request enough to do so)? Also again so sorry for not checking the request rules earlier!!! And if you do end up writing them, thank you :)
I absolutely can replace them with wanda!! And don't worry, no need to apologize it's an honest mistake! thank you for requesting and being so nice about it <3
@wolffininthestars asked:
Prompt 229 with lip Gallagher please! She/her pronouns. Imagine it being Lip actually wanting to propose but heâs not a cheesy romantic type of guy and reader has no idea he even wants marriage.
229
âTake my hand,â
âWhy?â
âIâm trying to ask you to marry me, take my damn handâ
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note from xe: I'm a little rusty with Lip but god I missed writing for this asshole lol. thank you for this sweet request, I hope you enjoy! <3 memories are in italics.
Summary: he's in love your honor
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word count: 1k
Lip watched Y/n and Ian as they danced to whatever song was playing through the stereo. Laughing under the fairy lights the girl had strung up around the backyard a few years back.
Lip has taken a seat next to Mickey on the steps, causing the man to look at Lip as he took a sip of his beer.
âYou gonna do something about that fuckinâ look you have right now?â
Mickeyâs words grabbed Lipâs attention as he nodded in response, knowing exactly what he meant by the look.
âWe gotta lot of history, I wanna do it right, ya know?â
Mickey played with the ring on his left hand before quietly agreeing with Lip.
The two never got along well, not since Lip had to take that beating that was meant for Ian, who was now madly in love with Mickey Milkovich.
But there was always something the two could agree on, and that was their long histories with the two people they were finally happy with.
âWhen you gonna do it?â
Lip looked back at Y/n, watching her throw her head back in laughter as Liam took Ianâs spot as her dance partner, before looking back at Mickey.
âI donât know, I wanna be able to time that shit perfectly, but itâs gonna happen soon, think Iâve made her wait long enough,â
Mickey nodded his head in the direction of the girl that was now making her way to the two men, causing Lip to avert his attention to her once again.
Lip smiled as she easily sat on his lap, her legs facing Mickey so that she faced both boys as she swung her arm around Lipâs shoulders almost as a makeshift armrest.
âWhatcha talkinâ about?â
The words were in a bubbly tone causing both boys to chuckle before Mickey responded,
âHow shit this beer is,â
âYou didnât try it did you?â Y/n asked, concern covering her features as she looked at Lip.
âNo, but I remember how horrible it was,â
Lipâs words caused the girl to let out a sigh of relief before Lip looked at Mickey, silently thanking him for the save.
That memory from just a few months ago was all Lip could think about as he sat down next to Y/n who had her legs hanging over the edge of the small hill.
The two had spent the entire day celebrating their 2 year anniversary,
And Lip was going all out.
From breakfast in bed, which had ended in disaster and stained white sheets. All the way to attempting the whole âreservation at a fancy restaurantâ before he quickly gave up on that, realizing he was a bit late to do that.
Lip had been having a horrible time today, trying to go all out for the girl he loved but failing every time and he couldnât help but be a little grateful for it.
Lip never was one for the romantics and Y/n knew that, she had known that since she met him.
As of now, they were sitting on the same hill they used to sit on when they were in high school, eating some shitty food from a nearby diner and watching the sunset.
And unknown to Lip, this had been the most romantic thing he couldâve done.
Y/n laughed at some comment Lip had made about how horrible his burger was as she watched him take a seat next to her.
âTake my hand,â
Lip held out his hand to the girl as she gave him a confused look.
Y/n also knew that Lipâs thing wasnât really hand-holding, usually, they would just put their arms together.
âWhy?â
Lip shook his head, chuckling before responding,
âIâm trying to ask you to marry me, take my damn handâ
Instead of giving Lip her hand, Y/n gasped, covering her mouth.
âAre you fucking serious right now?â
âIf youâd take my hand youâd find out!â Lip smiled.
âWait, can we skip the question? Cause the answerâs yes, of fucking course itâs yes,â Y/n rambled, gasping again at the feeling of Lip taking her left hand and holding it in his.
âY/n?â
âYes,â
Lip laughed, again.
âWill you marry me?â
âLip, yes, fucking christ, of course, I will,â
Not once did Y/n notice the ring in Lipâs freehand before she pushed him back and straddled his lap.
âCan I put the ring on you?â
Y/n nodded, too busy cupping Lipâs face and covering it with kisses.
She backed up just enough to watch Lip softly remove her left hand from his face and put the pretty ring on her finger.
âI didnât know you even wanted to get married, I always thought itâd be too cheesy for you or some shit,â Y/n admitted, taking his hand in hers as she looked up at Lipâs face which had been covered in pure adoration and love.
âI wasnât really, and then there was you,â
Y/n laughed as Ian spun her around, getting a glimpse of Lip sitting down next to Mickey, not once taking his eyes off of her.
âCan I tell you a secret?â Ian asked, taking Y/nâs hand in his as he pulled her in.
âI think Lipâs gonna propose to you,â Ian whispered, the blush on Y/nâs cheeks spreading to her ears.
âI donât think Lip is much of a marriage kinda guy,â Y/n whispered back, earning a small smile from the redhead in front of her.
âI didnât either, but you should see the way he looks at you, I mean itâs like-â
âLike how Mickey looks at you,â Y/n finished Ianâs example, smiling back at the boy before glancing over at Mickey and Lip who were actually having a pretty civil conversation.
âExactly,â
âHey, quit hogging the pretty lady! Itâs my turnâ Liam joked as he nudged Ian out of his way taking his place as Y/n threw her head back laughing.
âShow me those moves of yours baby Gallagher!â
Hiiiiiiiiii, can i request a pietro x fem!reader fic ????? Like pietro has been kidnapped by HYDRA and he keeps talking about his awesome girlfriend to the guards and shit and gets saved by the reader. :))
Note from xe: this is such a cute request omg how I've missed my speedy boy
Posted February 21st, 2022
Summary: who needs a knight in shining armor when they have Y/n?
Translations (courtesy of google translations): blbci = idiots. shithole = hovno. My beautiful knight in shining armor = mĂ´j krĂĄsny rytier v Ĺžiarivej zbroji. Darling = milĂĄÄik.
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Pietro had been kidnapped exactly 13 hours 3 minutes and 27 seconds ago.
He had a timer going in his head.
Piet knew what the outcome of this eventful night would be, and he didnât shut up about it for even a split second.
âYou know, my girlfriend, she is a very powerful woman. It's probably a big part of why I fell in love with her to beginâ Pietro smiled at the guard in front of him.
âI donât care why you fell in love with your girlfriend,â The guard glared at the silver-haired bastard.
âWell, I am just making a point for you to think about later, when she kicks ass, more specifically, your ass.â Pietroâs words didnât budge the guard, and Pietro didnât mind that, it wasnât his goal.
âIâm just saying, her all-time record is 15 hours,â
âAll-time record? What the hell are you talking about, Maximoff?â
âThatâs how long it took her to find me last time, ya know that last time you blbci tried to keep me for information.â At the end of Pietroâs sentence, he spat the blood from the cut in his mouth onto the guardâs shoe, earning a hit in return.
Pietro groaned in response, glaring up at the man.
âGettinâ real tired of that stupid accent of yours, Maximoffâ Pietro merely rolled his eyes at the words that meant nothing to him at this point. Having heard it time and time again.
âI donât see what that has to do with my girlfriend hurting you,â Pietroâs words were quieter this time, having noticed the vent on the wall behind the guard opening.
He kept his eyes trained on the asshole in front of him, making sure he didnât suspect anything going on behind him.
Pietro put the pieces together in his head, not paying attention to whatever shit the guard was spewing.
~~~
âPietro has been in there for nearly 14 hours, Rogers, I need to get him out,â Y/n said from the quinjet that was currently using the cloaking mechanism to watch over the base the rebel HYDRA agents were holding Pietro.
âWell, luckily for you, weâve finally mapped out a plan,â Natashaâs words caused Y/n to release the breath she wasnât aware she was holding.
âWhat do you need me to do, Nat?â
The plan was fairly simple, they had guards outside every entrance to the building, and they sure as hell would have some posted outside whatever room they had been holding Pietro in.
So, Natasha and Sam would silently take out the guards standing in the back entrance allowing Y/n just enough time to sneak in through the vents and find Piet.
She followed the sounds of the oh-so-familiar sokovian accent that she had grown to love.
Looking in through the small lines through the square that led into the small room. Y/n winced when the guard hit Piet. Earning a groan and a slick comment from Pietro that nearly made Y/n laugh.
~~~
âI have a bet with my sister, youâve heard of her, I am sure, yes?â Pietro eyed the guard, attempting to distract him as the girl silently moved the little door to the vent and started to map out the best way to get down in her head.
âYes, Iâve heard of Wanda Maximoff.â The exhausted tone in the manâs voice caused Pietro to let out a quiet chuckle before he continued.
âWell, she and I, we have a bet and if my girlfriend can get me out of this hovno before the 15th-hour hits, I get 20 dollars.â
âYou two bet on how long it would take for your girlfriend to find you and save you?â boom.
The sound of the wooden board smacking against the guardâs head was all Pietro needed to hear to know that he had just won that bet.
âmĂ´j krĂĄsny rytier v Ĺžiarivej zbroji.â Y/n smiled at the boy before rushing to untie the ropes around his wrists and ankles.
âIs there anything you can do about these, milĂĄÄik?â Pietro asked, holding up his wrists that not only were bruised from the rope but also covered with handcuffs that basically served as a turn-off button for his powers.
âNo, Iâm sorry, but Iâm sure Bruce and Tony could get them off, letâs go home.â Y/n quickly said something into her comms before she started thinking about how she was gonna get Piet out of here without his speed.
Pietro looked back at the unconscious guard before turning his attention to his girlfriend, watching as she moved the metal chair that Piet had been sitting in over to the wall by the vent she had just come through.
Yes sorry! Season one dean, prompt 63, maybe something around dean and read on a hunt gone sideways, but it ends fluffy?
Posted December 6th, 2021.
So sorry how late it is!! I hope you like it!
63
Person A: âYouâre an idiot, I hope you know that.â
Person B: âWell you sure do tell me often enough.â
By @write-it-motherfuckers
Pinky Promise
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âHow hard is it to take out one wendigo? Weâll be on our way to bobbyâs in no timeâ
Yeah, talk about famous last words. Those were the rather carefree words of Dean, a mere few hours before said wendigo, almost snatched Dean but took Y/n instead.
And of course, if it was up to Dean Y/n would be sitting in the back of the impala sleeping peacefully with nothing but a few cuts and bruises but no, Instead they decided to jump in and yell at that damn wendigo just so it wouldnât rip deanâs head off, at least thatâs what dean was thinking in that very moment as he silently stepped foot into the gruffy hotel room.
The minute the door closed Sam announced the fact that he was taking a shower in his own room. Really just looking to escape the tension that had been surrounding him the entire car ride.
âDe, can you help me with my arm?â Y/nâs arm, donât think for a second he forgot about the cut that went from Y/nâs Left wrist all the way down to their elbow after a branch caught it while the wendigo dragged Y/n off into the early hours of the night.
The thought had Dean closing his eyes and clenching his fists before he took a breath and made his way to the small hotel bathroom, Y/n following his movements without a second thought.
Y/n wasnât too keen on sitting in a room full of stressful silence, especially with somebody they had taken pride in the fact that they werenât ever awkward with. It was barely 5 minutes into Dean cleaning up their arm before Y/n spoke.
âDean, câmon I know youâre dying to rip me a new one right now,â The tone Y/n spoke in was a playful one, an attempt at lightening the mood a little.
But all they got in return was a quiet hum from the older Winchester.
âYouâre really focused huh? I guess thatâs a good thing considering You probably have to stitch me up,â Y/n let out a gasp when a shock of pain followed their sentence.
Deanâs eyes shot up to Y/nâs face before whispering âIâm sorry, you uh, you donât need stitches,â
Y/n sighed before nodding, giving up on their attempts of getting the green-eyed man to talk anymore.
âIâm glad I donât need stitches, I donât like them,â
The sound of Deanâs sigh caused Y/n to look at the man in front of them.
âYou know, you scared the hell outta me tonight, Y/n, what if Sammy and I had been too late huh?â There it was.
âBut de, you werenât, you saved me just like I knew you would, I got out, Dean,â
The statement clearly didnât do much to help Deanâs mood as he scoffed in return.
âYou canât keep dwelling on the what ifâs Dean, weâre hunters, if we do that our entire lives, itâll eat us alive!â Y/n hopped off the counter they had been using a seat, now face to face with Dean.
âAnd you canât keep relying on hope to keep you alive, Y/n/n,â
âDe, what else do Iâve got to rely on? I got you, Sam, and Hope, thatâs all I got, ok? Iâm gonna stick with it, yes I got hurt, and Iâm in pain, but Iâm standing here in this shitty motel bathroom with you, alive. In my opinion, this is a pretty good way to end a hunt,â Y/n placed their right hand on Deanâs chest with a gentle touch, an attempt to keep his gaze off the floor.
It worked.
âI canât lose you,â
âI know, De, and you wonât, Iâll be more careful next time,â
âPinky promise?â Dean bit his lip as he attempted to not laugh at his own joke while he held up his pinky.
âYouâre an idiot, I hope you know that,â Y/n said through a soft laugh before linking their pinky with his.
Person A: âI donât think Iâll ever get use to hearing you say, you love me.â
Person B: âWell itâs a good thing Iâll never get tired of saying it, thenâ
With Lip Gallagher
Posted July 20th, 2021
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Person A: âI donât think Iâll ever get used to hearing you say, you love me.â
Person B: âWell itâs a good thing Iâll never get tired of saying it then, isnât it?â
By @write-it-motherfuckers
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really needed some lip fluff so ty for this, love :)
I love you
Word Count: 501
It was a pretty normal night at the Gallagher household. V and Kev were over and everyone was dancing around the living room except for the newfound couple, Y/n and Lip, who had been in the kitchen watching the Gallagher dance party from afar.
Only a week before Lip and Y/n became official, they had been on and off fling in high school causing Y/n to become close with the family. It wasnât until Lip had begun getting his shit together and going to AA meetings that he realized Y/n had been his person all along. When he came to them about it much to Lipâs surprise, Y/n revealed they had been in love with Lip since he left for college.Â
While everyone else, except Liam, had been drinking a beer at the household, Y/n had opted for a soda so that Lip had his own drinking buddy.Â
Y/n gasped causing Lip to look at them concerned. âWhat? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
âThis song is my shit!â Y/n responded before downing the rest of their soda and discarding the cup by Lipâs on the counter before joining the others in the living room and immediately falling into a dance with Ian and Liam as if it was an instinct of theirs. Lip smiled at the small act before shrugging on his coat and making his way out the back door.
After a few moments, Lip turned his head when hearing the sound of the door opening and closing. âHey,â He said, smiling up at Y/n as they sat next to him on the steps.
Y/n smiled in return before taking the cigarette out of Lipâs mouth and putting it out on the steps before disregarding it in the yard. Lip smiled at the small gesture Y/n had done since high school. He used to hate it but as they got older Lip grew to appreciate it.
âYou ok?â Y/n quietly asked as they adjusted the hair tie on their wrist.Â
âYeah! I just needed a cigarette break, are you?â Lip responded, taking his loverâs hand in his gently. Y/n nodded their head yes in response.Â
âIf I can convince Fi to put on our song will you come dance with me?â Y/n asked, causing the boy to laugh.Â
âIf you can convince Fiona? Sure! Good luck doinâ thatâ Lip said, earning a shoulder punch from Y/n.
âI already did because I am the master at charming Gallaghers' ' Y/n joked with a smile as they leaned their back on Lipâs shoulder.Â
âOh, are you? We just love you so much huh?â Lip joked back running his hand through Y/nâs hair.
âI love you,â Y/n responded, shifting to look at the boy.Â
 âI donât think Iâll ever get used to hearing you say, you love me.â Y/n smiled at Lipâs words.
âWell itâs a good thing Iâll never get tired of saying it then, isnât it?â
