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At this point in time, all of my x reader fics will be with a fem!reader; that can totally change as I get more comfortable in my own writing and style. I will not be writing OCās and I will try my best to keep the fem!reader as ambiguous as possible so all of you lovies can enjoy reading.
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DISCLAIMER!!!: I do not write for physical actors themselves, just their characters. I just found it easy to organize some future fics by the actor that plays the characters because they are from completely random movies or shows. But the bigger fandoms still have their own breakdowns within each masterlist. Sometimes stuff will overlap!
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Bridgerton
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EPIC The Musical
Harry Potter
Marauders
Marvel
Percy Jackson
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Stranger Things
The Hunger Games
Top Gun: Maverick
9-1-1
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Aaron Tveit
Lewis Pullman
Mike Faist
Milo Manheim
Sam Claflin
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**NSFW: mentions of kinks**
In terms of tropes and kinks, I am open to writing anything. There are a few though that I personally am not comfortable writing (there might be some things I forgot, if you request Iāll let you know if I am comfortable/uncomfortable writing for your request):
Accidental pregnancy (and tbh pregnancy tropes in general)
Age regression
A/B/O dynamics & omegaverse
Breeding kink
Daddy/Mommy kinks
Fisting kink
Master/slave dynamics
Necrophilia
Pedophilia
Pet play
This one might not make the most sense, but I am not entirely comfortable writing any age younger than 18, but that does not mean that all of my fics are going to be NSFW, just with a reader aged 18 or older (idk if that made senseš).
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Hi my loves! I just wanted to give an update on where I am in my writing and everything.
Iāve been going through some mental stuff for a little bit, but Iām doing a lot better now, and Iām doing my best to work through every request thatās in my inbox. If youāve requested anything, I promise, Iām making my way to it and hopefully a lot should be posted before I start up with classes again at the end of August.
Please feel free to keep sending things in, you can send them to my inbox or dm me or just put a comment on a masterlist for a character/fic that you want. I am always taking requests and I want to do my best to build my writing and my platform.
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This fic is based off of this request from @miniaturetrashstrawberry š«¶š»
Can you do a an annabeth x reader fluff??? Could it be about how Persephone!reader doesnāt think there plant powers are useful and she makes them feel better?
a/n: Iām so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but here it is!! I lowkey tried to get creative with abilities for a Persephone!reader just bc Persephone doesnāt have any kids in PJO.
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Pairing: Annabeth Chase x reader
Word Count: 981
Warnings: sadness, mentions of feeling useless, slightly ooc Annabeth (but sheās just being sweet and lovingš„ŗ)
All characters are 18+!
You were sitting on the beach, throwing some stones and rocks into the Sound. Training had been terrible today, what were you supposed to do to when all your abilities allowed you to do was make the sun shine a bit brighter and grow off-season plants?? Throw a bunch of poinsettias at a monster? With an angry yell, you threw a rock harshly into the water, some nearby birds flew away at the noise.
You grumbled, waving your hand over a spot next to you, growing some hellebore under your palm. Picking up the dark flower, you began plucking the petals off, crushing them in your hand and turning them to dust, spreading the dust along the water lapping against the shore and your feet.
āHey, everything okay?ā A soft voice spoke from behind you. Annabeth. She always knew when you were having a bad day, coming to check up on you. She sat down next to you, not saying anything until you spoke.
āAm I useless?ā You sighed, looking at your shoes. She turned to look at you incredulously, her grey eyes staring you down. You felt her gaze on you and you lifted your head to look at her.
āDo you know what hellebore signifies?ā She questioned, plucking one of the flowers from the beach. Your silence only prompted her to continue. āNowadays itās a symbol of peace and tranquility, but they used to carry a symbol of anxiety and poison. It used to be thought that it could treat madness and melancholy, but we later found out that it was extremely toxic for humans to consume. Just as there has been a trend through history, something beautiful that was thought to help actually did harm. Itās a tragedy that always repeats itself.ā
āAnnabethā¦I donāt want to be rude, but why are you telling me all of this ā not that I mind it, I actually enjoy your knowledge ā but Iām really just not in the mood to talk right nowā¦especially about plantsā¦ā You interrupted her, now throwing small rocks against the water, looking at the small patch of flowers next to you with disdain.
She continued, not listening to you. āBut now, we see it as a symbol of resilience, strength, and peace. Youāre like hellebore. Beautiful, but you have a tragic historyā¦you canāt let that define you moving forward. You can change how youāre seen, how you show yourself. Youāre not useless, not unless you let yourself be.ā
āOnly you would give me a lecture about a plant and then tell me that Iām like the plantā¦ā you shook your head in silent laughter, leaning into Annabethās side.
āIām being honest. You canāt let everything thatās come before you dictate what you are now. You are so much more than what you think you are and what you have been, and I see it, so I hope you can see it one day too.ā She turned so your head was now on her shoulder as she slipped her hand into yours.
A tear rolled down your face at her words. You never felt like you belonged at Camp Half-Blood, especially as the only illegitimate child of Persephone; you never fit in with the Demeter cabin, and you didnāt even have a cabin of your own until two years after coming to camp. You were closed off and cagey in the beginning, still young, not knowing anything; but you grew up, learned, practiced, and trained, and now - even though you still felt like an outsider sometimes - you found your family, people who made you feel welcomed and normalā¦
āItās going to take time to feel comfortable about who and what you are, and just as much, if not more time, to feel comfortable about your abilities and how you can wield themā¦but I know that youāll be able to overcome it, youāve already done so much since you first came to camp.ā Annabeth continued talking, pulling you from your thoughts.
āI just feel like I should be doing moreā¦but I donāt know how, and I feel like everyone around me resents me for doing practically nothing. And I know Iām in my head about this, but I just canāt shake it.ā You muttered, picking at the flowers again.
āOkay, Iām not really the best with all of this stuff and Iām trying my hardest, but you need to listen to me. You donāt realize how much the people here actually depend on you. Do you know how many plants and herbs you grow for Cabin Seven when theyāre not in season for them to make salves and healing balms? You help save other camperās lives, and youāre thinking that youāre useless? Thatās not true. And I will tell you a thousand times over until you begin to believe me.ā Annabeth wrapped her arms around you, holding you close to her as she rested her chin on top of your head.
The two of you sat in silence for what seemed like forever. You replayed Annabethās words in your head, thinking over and over about what she said. Maybe you werenāt so useless after allā¦maybe you just needed to accept who you were and open your eyes to see what others saw. It was easier said than done, but you had Annabeth and every one of your friendsāyour family, to help you through the bad times and show you the good that they see.
It started to get darker, coming on time for dinner when the two of you finally moved.
āYou better?ā Annabeth asked, holding your hand in hers.
āYeah, I amā¦thank you.ā You murmured, squeezing her hand. She squeezed it back and the two of you walked back towards the Mess Hall, to the rest of camp, a small smile coming to your face when you saw the rest of your friends waiting for the two of you.
a/n: Iām so sorry if this was super cheesy, Iāve been going through it and just needed some like, extra happy feels. I hope it was goodš
Can you write another headcanon for Joaquin Torres and Bucky Barnes as bodyguards pls?
(If you do decide to add more character depth for them w the reader, maybe both romantic and non romantic routes? But that's up to you)
Thxxxx
Tysmmmm love!š„°
I love this prompt so much omg, for Joaquin the headcanon is set in the current MCU, for Buckyās I made it a bit of an AU. Thereās both romantic and platonic, everything will be the same up until they begin to realize their feelings, there are separate cuts for each.š«¶š»
Bodyguard Headcanons
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Pairings: Joaquin Torres x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: slight angst, slight mentions of violence, Joaquin is lowkey a menace, Tony Stark being a protective older brotherš
Joaquin Torres
Background:
Youāre the daughter of a big politician in D.C., a politician who Sam and Joaquin need to convince to pass a bill to aid their missions as Captain America and the Falcon.
Joaquin was assigned by Sam to be your bodyguard for a few weeks, to try and sway the favor of your dad, while your current bodyguard was hurt and off-duty (ā¦š).
Youāre the kind of person who likes to do things at your own pace, youāre bold and independent, and you 100% hate having a bodyguard; your main bodyguard was more of a friend to you, keeping you company when you wanted it, letting you be alone when you needed it.
With Joaquin, itās anything but that.
When the two of you first meet, you immediately hate him. To you, heās too loud, heās too unprofessional, heās too annoying, and heās incompetent.
He goes over-the-top trying to impress you and get you to like him as a person, which only makes you hate him more. You try and keep your distance from him as much as possible, but he makes it very, very hard.
It gets too much for you where you get to the point of writing a list of rules for him. āYou either follow these rules or I'll go tell my dad that you are incompetent in your job and your little bill won't get passed...donāt think I don't know that's the reason you're doing this.ā
You left the room after that, leaving Joaquin dumbfounded.
From then on, Joaquin kept his distance, watched from afar, and let you tell him when you needed his help or assistance. Little did he know that you kind of missed his presence and annoying tendencies.
One day, you were cleaning your house, playing your music loudly, dancing and singing along. Joaquin entered your house like he usually did, quietly, and without bothering you.
He caught you singing and dancing along to some pop song while putting away dishes. He stood in the entrance of your kitchen, waiting for you to notice himāyou didn't, so he spoke up, tired of being a silent bodyguard, watching you but never getting to know you.
āSo you do know how to be a real person, and not just a frigid bitch all the time?ā He asked, a grin on his face when he saw you turn around with a jump.
āWhat the fuck, Torres?ā You shouted at him, nearly dropping a plate in surprise. Part of you was glad that he caught youā¦you felt bad for being a āfrigid bitchā for the past week and a half.
He would definitely apologize for surprising you like that, but then he would compliment your voice - this is the start of something more.
Romantic:
After he surprised you in the kitchen that one morning, you gradually grew more and more fond of him, later realizing that fondness was romantic attraction.
You started treating him more like a friend than just your bodyguard, and everything only grew from there.
Joaquin became someone you could trust and confide in, someone you found yourself going to when you needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to complain to.
He loved being that person for you. He always thought that you were extremely pretty and attractive, he obviously never said anything, but that was why he was always trying so hard to get you to like him.
His assignment finished as being your bodyguard, but youād ask him to come back and stay around - even when your usual bodyguard came back. You liked his presence and having him around, he was a strange sense of comfort for you after the four weeks of him being your bodyguard.
One day, he came to your house with flowers and a bracelet with a music note charm on it. He knocked on the door and everything and when you opened the door looking confused, he blushed and got nervous, stumbling over his words.
āUhmā¦do you, uhā¦girlfriend? Wanna be mine?ā He said to you awkwardly, holding out the flowers and the bracelet box.
You laughed at his adorable bumbling and took the flowers and box in one hand, taking his hand in your other, pulling him closer to you and pressing your lips against his in a short, sweet kiss.
There would be days the two of you would lay around your house and you would just casually go to cuddle up next to him. āYouāre just warmer than a blanket right now, and Iām coldā you would say, using it as a reason to get close and feel the steady beat of his heart and his strong chest and arms.
Joaquin is such a romantic. Heās pulling out all the stops. You canāt meet his parents? Thatās fine, youāre meeting Sam likes itās the first time ever. Youāre sick? Heās coming over with some cheesy rom coms or feel-good movies and soup and ginger ale. You see something in a store you like one day and your eyes linger on it for a second too long or comment about it in passing? Heās going and buying for you ājust becauseā. He has to go on a mission with Sam for longer than a day or two? Heāll leave you his favorite hoodie and text you every single day. Heās 1000000% boyfriend material.
You still find him annoying, but now itās in an endearing and sappily romantic way. You show him your love and affection in smaller ways; youāll get him tickets for a sports game for a team he really likes, youāll bake him little treats, when heās away on missions youāll send him little voice notes of you singing because he tells you it helps him fall asleep, and youāll always make sure to check in on him when heās gone for too long.
Even though heās not your bodyguard anymore, he loves being the person who protects you. He always has his head on a swivel, heās always holding you close by your waist, making sure that youāre safe and sound by his side at all times.
Platonic:
Although you started to warm up to Joaquin, you still had some walls up.
He was very successful in breaking those walls down. He would joke around with you, learn your interests and hobbies, and sing and dance around with you.
After his mission as your bodyguard ended, you would text him to hang out and he would respond within the first two minutes of you sending it.
Eventually, he grew to be one of your best friends. You met Sam (in a non-professional sense) and he told you a bunch of embarrassing stories about Joaquin.
You guys would have weekly movie nights where you would force him to do skincare with you and bake cookies.
You would confide in him and tell him your deepest darkest secrets and swore him to secrecy with a pinky promise.
He found out that you were a huge nerd and made fun of you for it, but you knew he was the same exact way. You guys went out and bought Star Wars Legoās to build, you bought lightsabers to have fights in your living room (you always had the high ground), you guys would go to comic book shops together, and you guys would go to places like Disney and Universal and Six Flags together.
If you guys went to Disney together, he would force you to drink around the world at Epcot, then complain about having to take care of you while you were drunk.
The two of you would go to concerts together (heās secretly a huge Swiftie - sue me, thatās what I believeš) and went to the Eras Tour multiple times (against the will of both of your wallets). He would always dress up as the most random things from her songs - he once dressed up as the āYou Okay?ā note from the You Belong With Me music video. He was terrible at making friendship bracelets but the younger teen girls loved them because heās a cutie and heās the Falcon.
You asked him multiple times if you could try out the Falcon suit/wings - the answer was always no.
You guys would steal the shield from Sam and when it got cold in the winter and started snowing, you would totally take it and use it as a sled.
He still always felt the need to protect you, even when he wasnāt your bodyguard anymore, but he was always around you and made sure you felt safe at all times (this made it really hard when you wanted to go on dates because he would run intense background checks on each guy you showed interest in).
Bucky Barnes
**This is a slight AU, where Bucky is known as the Winter Soldier but heās not a Hydra brainwashed assassin and heās working in SHIELD and gets assigned to be the permanent bodyguard for Tony Starkās younger sister.**
Background:
Your brother was an asshole. You knew it, hell, 3/4 of the world knew it.
What made him an asshole on this specific occasion though, was the fact that he made the executive decision in your life to get you a permanent security detail.
You hated the idea of having someone follow you around at all times. You hated the fact that Tonyās reasoning was ābecause the world is more dangerous nowā - as if it wasnāt dangerous before a hole was ripped in the sky and aliens came through it?? There had been so many dangerous things that had happened to you before you were assigned a bodyguard. You single-handedly were able to track down a literal god (and punched him in the face - but thatās aside the point)!
You could handle yourself. So from the moment you discovered you would be assigned a permanent bodyguard and would be living in New York in the new āAvengers Towerā, you decided that it would be your number one priority to make this personās life as hard as possible.
Then, the dreaded day came, and James Buchanan āBuckyā Barnes - aka the Winter Soldier - walked out of the elevator. Despite being frozen under ice for decades with his best friend, Steve Rogers, Bucky was extremely skilled and talented in hand-to-hand combat and multiple forms of weaponry.
You fought every urge in you to be nice and channeled it all into hatred. He expected it though, Tony had told him of your aversion to this decision.
For weeks you would be silent around him, only speaking when other people were around and talking to you, constantly throwing glares at him, and trying (with very little success) to ditch him at every chance you had.
āYouāre gonna have to talk to me soon, doll.ā He would say every morning when you glared at him as you left your room.
He would talk to you though. He told you what his favorite color was, he told you his favorite breakfast and dinner meals were, he told you about adjusting to the 21st century after being trapped under the ice all those years, he told you how he lost his arm during the war and how he now had a full metal arm, and he told you how it was working with your dad (you didnāt have many memories with him and any time Bucky would be talking about him, you would stand up and leave the room, going to your bedroom - you were usually about to cry).
One day, you went out by yourself (successfully ditching Bucky), but you were cornered near an alleyway while you were looking through your bag. You did your best to hurt the guys, but there were too many of them for you to take care of on your own. They had knocked you to the ground when someone came running over and started beating the guys up, threatening them if they ever tried to do something like that again - it was Bucky.
After the guys had run away, Bucky checked on you, helping you up and to the car he had taken to tail you, āCanāt have you getting hurt on my watch, doll.ā
After that incident, you began to open up. You started being friendly with him - small steps first; you would sit and have coffee with him or make small talk during the day. This was just the beginning of something more.
Romantic:
You hated how attractive you found him from the moment he walked out of the elevator. He was tall, bulky and fit, his suits always stretched over his broad shoulders and looked absolutely delectable on him, and his hair looked soft as hell.
When he would call you ādollā every morning it almost made you want to blush (who are we kidding, you would turn away from him and your cheeks would automatically be flushed).
When you finally began to open up to him, you would find yourself moving closer to him and seeking out his comfort if you were having a bad day.
You would ask him to tell you stories about your dad; Tony never shared anything other than the negatives of your father. Bucky would always tell you whatever you wanted to know.
He fell first, you fell harder (after you stopped pretending you hated him). You told him you had feelings first and all he said was āI know, doll, youāre not exactly subtleā before pulling you in for a kiss.
When Tony found out, he flipped out; went on a whole spiel about how āheās too old for youā, āhe canāt keep you safe if heās busy kissing youā, and āthis was a stupid decision, why would you let me make this decision for you?!ā
He got over it. Eventually.
Date nights with Bucky are so cute and romantic, heās secretly a huge sucker for romantic gestures. Dancing in the kitchen while cooking, going out to little restaurants, nighttime date nights where the two of you would walk around Central Park, going to see different plays and musicals, taking trips to different museums, visiting second-hand book stores and finding books for each other, and your favorite: late night stargazing.
The two of you would go stargazing a couple times a month, taking a couple days to drive and stay upstate. You would stargaze, make bonfires and roast sāmores, drink coffee in the chilly upstate morning air, and spend the nights cuddled up together under warm blankets.
It was during one of the upstate trips where Bucky asked you to be his girlfriend.
There would be days where you would intentionally annoy him (read: you would put magnets on his arm until he noticed).
You love his hair. Any opportunity you get, youāre running your fingers through the silky strands.
He loves to kiss you. Heāll hold you close by the waist and lift you slightly to bring your face closer to his, then heāll ghost his lips just over your own, feeling the way your mouth turns up into a smile and you close the space between the two of you, giggling into the kiss.
From hating pretending to hate Bucky to falling in love with him, you loved every moment you spent with him, and he loved it just as much (if not more).
He always acts like your bodyguard though, making sure that youāre always safe and protected, keeping you out of harmās way.
Platonic:
When the two of you began to get closer, you found him to be the friend you never knew that you needed.
Bucky would let you talk and he would listen. You would rant about the dumbasses you dealt with for Tony and the issues you had with your friends. He would sit and listen and offer advice if you needed it or wanted it.
Very quickly, Bucky got to see your playful and sneaky side. You loved to pull pranks on him and you bought a whole bunch of random magnets to stick on his arm when he wasnāt paying attention.
You would force him to sit down and watch your favorite shows and movies, do some skincare, and bake with you (like a girlās night, but he took it like a champ; and he totally loved the rom-coms you two would watch).
Bucky acts all tough and mean, but youāre one of the only people who gets to see his stupid, silly side. He totally pulls pranks on you to get you back for all of the pranks youāve pulled on him and will suggest new movies for you guys to watch.
Tonyās glad that you and Bucky are getting along (and youāre not tearing his head - or his clothes - off).
Heās still your bodyguard, but now thereās a new level of fierce protection that Bucky had (you are his first real friend aside from Steveš„¹).
Heyyy how about confession and first kiss with Eddie D?
Yesss Eddie Diaz my belovedš«
(Iām still not over the end of the season)
a/n: Iām so sorry this took so long, I wrote and re-wrote it so many times and I still donāt think I did it justiceš
In The Heat of The Moment
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Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: slight angst, stress, 911-canon emergencies, hating your neighbors, idiots in love
āYouāre not listening to me!ā Eddie shouted, running his hands through his hair. āIām trying to tell you that Iām in love with you!ā
You froze, eyes wide, mouth dropped open.
The fire alarm rang.
EARLIER THAT DAY
You were already late, you were stressed, and on top of everything, you had to stop by Eddieās house to pick him up before your shift; his truck was in the shop and Buck had something this morning before he would be at the firehouse. LA traffic was not something to be messed with, and of course the one day you were running late, there had to be an accident on your way to Eddieās. You finally arrived almost a half hour later than when you shouldāve been there. You could see Eddie give Chris a hug before leaving the house, then he left the house, heading for your car.
āI am so sorry, Eddie. My phone didnāt charge last night so my alarm didnāt go off, then there was an accident on my way to come get you, Iāll take all the blame with Cap. Iām so sorry, I didnāt want to make you late tooāā You rambled an apology out, only stopping at the sight of Eddie laughing silently. āWhat?ā
āNothing, itās just really funny watching you stress out over nothing. We all make mistakes and weāve all shown up late for our shifts. Do you remember that one time when Buck came in like an hour and a half late and we were out on a call so he made lunch because he thought Bobby was going to go off on him? Weāre going to show up maybe ten minutes late, youāre all good.ā Eddieās words calmed your brain and its thoughts, acting like a calming tea.
You just rolled your eyes, putting the car in drive. āAlright, well, I would like to not be more than ten minutes late, so put your seatbelt on and letās go.ā You pulled away from the curb, taking the quickest route to the 118. You pulled into the parking lot 8 minutes late and rushed inside, Eddie following behind you, chuckling silently. You went into the changing room, quickly putting on your uniform and exiting, heading up to the loft to grab something to eat for breakfast.
āHey Capā¦ā you said quietly, opening the fridge to grab a yogurt that you had left in there the other day. You were doing your best to avoid any questioning from Bobby; you had not done a single thing out of line since you started at the 118 under Bobbyās captaining and you didnāt want to get in trouble for anything today.
āHey kid, youāre a little late, is everything okay?ā Bobby questioned you lightly, making eggs at the stove. āYeah, uhā¦just uhmā¦trafficā¦ā you mumbled, not looking at him, embarrassed to be saying you were late because of traffic - you shouldāve planned better.
āThatās alright, just wanted to make sure you were okay.ā You froze at his words, you werenāt expecting that. At the last firehouse you worked at, your captain would yell at anyone more than five minutes late for a shift. āNoā¦yeah, Iām all good Bobby, thanksā¦ā You gave him a small smile and went to go sit on the couch and eat your yogurt before starting your assignments.
You were scrolling on your phone, eating your yogurt, when you felt the couch cushions dip beside you, someone sitting down. You glanced over and saw Eddie holding two plates of food. āYou gonna eat all that by yourself?ā You joked, turning your phone off. āNah, Bobby sent me over to bring you some food. He said you seemed off? Whatās up?ā He asked you, passing you a plate of eggs, toast, and fruit, which you took graciously. You laughed dryly, stabbing a melon with your fork. āIām all good. Iāve just been stressed lately and this morning kinda just sent me in a mental spiralānothing to do with you though, it was my fault for picking you up late and for getting us here late.ā
āItās not your fault, you canāt control what happens in a day, was the accident on your way to get me caused by you? No. So you werenāt responsible for anything other than maybe forgetting to charge your phone. If there wasnāt any traffic, you wouldāve been to me on timeāand think about this, if you had left your house when you wanted to, then you couldāve been a part of that accident, so if anything, I should be thanking you for being late.ā He cut through your negative thoughts in one swift motion with his words.
āHow do you know about the burnt-toast theory?ā You asked semi-jokingly, swallowing the melon you were eating. āHey, I might be pretty, but I know about some things. But can you promise me that youāre not gonna beat yourself up over this?ā He asked, putting his hand on your shoulder. āYeah, I guess...ā You mumbled, busying yourself with gathering some eggs with your fork. Eddie gently took the plate and fork from your hands and placed it down on the coffee table then he turned to face you and gave you a hug, holding you tight, letting you wrap your arms around him and melt into him.
āHey, uhā¦I have to tell you somethingā¦itās uh, kind of important.ā Eddie said, his tone slighting wavering, pulling away from the warmth of the hug, holding your hands. āYeah? Everything alright?ā You were nervous, the last time you heard him talk like this was when he told you that Shannon was coming back into his and Chrisās life, then again when she died.
Suddenly the fire alarm rang. āAlright, 118 letās go!ā Bobby shouted and you ran downstairs to grab your turnouts and gear, hopping into the truck. The emergency was reported by a mom who called about a āhorde of angry men dressed like they were in a gang, threatening to set fire to the parkāā¦
It was a Karen of a mom who was complaining about grown men LARPing in the parkā¦and there was no real fire around. Athena wound up having to come and arrest the woman for falsifying an emergency in which first responders had to respond on the scene. After the woman was arrested, you packed up and went back to the fire house. When you got back to the 118, your food was still on the coffee table, eggs and toast now cold. You picked up the plate and threw it out, washing your hands in the sink after.
Eddie found his way over to you, leaning against the counter while you washed and dried your hands. āSome people are so insane these days. I get it, LARPing is kind of weird, but let the people have their fun!ā You laughed, talking to Eddie. He laughed in agreement, but his eyes looked like there was something behind them. āHey, you good?ā You shot him a concerned look.
āYeah, could we just have a moment to chatā¦I just want to finish talking about before.ā He rubbed the back of his neck, strands of hair falling into his face. A curiously puzzled look crossed your face; Eddie was never one to willingly bring up a conversation unless it was really important - even then, he would brood about it for a while before sharing.
āYeah, of course. Wanna go outside andāā you were cut off by the sound of your phone ringing in your pocket. Pulling it out you saw that it was your landlord, āshit, I gotta take this. Give me like ten minutes and Iāll be back to talk.ā Accepting the call you walked downstairs and outside to get away from the noise of the firehouse.
The call took longer than ten minutes. It took nearly a half hour. The apartment above yours had flooded and there was some damage to yours; you would need to move out by the end of the week so they could fix it and make it suitable for you to live in it again. Groaning, you hung up the phone and slid it into your back pocket, walking back into the firehouse. You looked around for Eddie but couldnāt find him; then, for the second time in the day, the fire alarm rang.
You grabbed your gear, getting into the engine, thinking about how you were going to find a hotel or somewhere to live with almost all of your stuff for who knows how long. Eddie sat next to you, looking at you, his eyebrow raised at your brooding, upset demeanor.
āIām going to kill the people who live above me.ā You muttered, just loud enough for Eddie to hear. āWhy?ā He moved closer, keeping his voice low enough so the others wouldnāt join in on the private conversation.
āThose dumbasses flooded their unit and it went through to mine, so now thereās a bunch of damage and I need to move out so it can get fixed. And I have no clue how long Iāll need to be out of the apartment for.ā Eddie knew you didnāt like the people in the apartment above you, they had caused you a lot of issues in the four years you had lived there.
āCome stay with me. Chris will love having you around and you can stay in the guest room for as long as you need.ā He said quickly - probably too quickly. āWhat? Are you sure? I donāt want to be an issue for either of you.
Eddie scoffed, āYou are never an issue, and Chris will probably like having you around more than he likes me being aroundā¦and I would love to have you stay with us until you can move back inā¦ā
āThanks, Eddieā¦ā you whispered, squeezing his hand. What he didnāt see was your face heating up, a blush rising on your cheeks; what you didnāt see was the same exact thing happening to Eddie.
It was a day of stupid calls, and it wasnāt even a full moon. When you showed up to the house the call was from, it was a man complaining about his wife (or something) - who wasnāt even around! Once again, a call was falsified and resources were wasted to get there. You got back to the 118 and Eddie pulled you to the side.
āHey, can we continue our conversation from before? I need to tell you now, before I regret even bribing it up.ā He was anxious and slightly annoyed, how hard was it to talk to your friend who you were in love with?
āYeah, can we talk in a couple minutes? I really need to call my landlord andāā
āCan your call wait? Please?ā
āEddie, I need to do this now so I can move out!ā You shouted, the stress of the day piling up on you.
āCanāt you slow down for a minute and let me just talk to you? Youāre important to me and Iām trying to take the time to tell you that!ā He started raising his voice, matching your heat.
āGreat! I understand that, youāre important to me too, but Iām stressed and I want to get this done! So letās talk later!ā Stress and anger were coursing through your veins, only furthering your feelings.
āYouāre not listening to me!ā Eddie shouted, running his hands through his hair. āIām trying to tell you that Iām in love with you!ā
You froze, eyes wide, mouth dropped open.
The fire alarm rang.
āEddieā¦ā you trailed off, looking at him helplessly as the rest of the team was loading the engine.
āWe have to go.ā He said shortly and ran to grab his gear. You followed behind, sitting away from him on the way to the (actual, this time) fire.
Arriving on the scene, the 118 immediately jumped into action. āBuck, get the hose set up! Hen, Chim, youāre on medical eval, I want every person out of that building checked!ā Bobby shouted, giving orders and sending the team in different directions. You and Eddie were sent into the building with some other firefighters.
āCap! Weāre having an issue with the hose! Itās not up and running!ā Buck called over comms. āAlright, get it working as quick as you can, we need this fire out. Guys, pick up the pace as best you can, we need to make sure everyone is safe and accounted for!ā Bobby responded, as more engines from other fire houses arrived on scene.
Almost everyone was out of the building when a woman came over to you, crying. āMy daughter, I canātāI canāt find her, sheās still insideā¦my girlāmy Amanda. We liveāweāre onā¦second floor.ā she gasped out.
āHen! I think sheās having a panic attack - that coupled with smoke inhalation - can you check her out? I need to go back in.ā Calling Hen over, you started to turn back to the building. āDonāt worry, maāam, Iāll find Amanda and make sure sheās safe.ā You promised the woman, handing her off to Hen.
āWhat? You canāt go back in there, Cap has already said itās too dangerous!ā
āThereās a little girl in there, her daughter. Iām going back in.ā You put your mask for your breathing apparatus back down and turned away from Hen, who was now helping the woman calm down, while still trying to call after you to come back.
You ran back inside the building, going up the stairs to the second floor, looking around for Amanda; āAmanda! Amanda can you hear me!ā All the doors were left open from the previous sweep of the floor, you ran inside each unit, looking everywhere. āAmanda! If you can hear me, say something! Amanda!ā
Then, a small, choked voice came from one of the units at the far end of the hall; āHelp meāmy leg!ā You ran as fast as you could, pieces of the ceiling above you were falling fast as Bobby called for you over the radio, āGet out of there now! The building is going to collapse!ā
āI canāt, Cap. Iām almost to the little girl. Iāll be out as quickly as I can. This mom canāt lose her daughter.ā You spoke calmly, moving through the unit, still calling for Amanda.
She called back and you found her hiding in the small corner of a closet, her leg pinned underneath heavy boxes that fell on her. Moving quickly, you threw the boxes to the side, picking her up and running out of the unit. As you moved down the hall and the stairs, the ceiling began to splinter, the weight of the floors above and the heat of the fire finally consuming the structure.
You reached the front of the building as the ceiling collapsed behind you, pushing you forward from the impact. You shielded Amanda with your body, rolling on your side when you hit the ground. You quickly stood up, dizzy and most likely hurt, pulling Amanda away from the burning remains of the building and toward Hen and Chim, who were waiting with their medical equipment.
Before Bobby could even get to you, Eddie grabbed your arm and pulled you aside. āWhat the hell were you thinking?!ā He shouted at you as you pulled your helmet and breathing apparatus off.
āThat little girl was going to die if I didnāt go back in! Thatās what I was thinking!ā You yelled back at him, dropping your gear on the ground.
āThat was stupid and reckless of you! You shouldāve had someone go in with you! You shouldāve had me go in with you!ā
āAnd risk someone else getting hurt or dying and taking more time to get to her?! I made a decision to attempt to save the life of one little girl and risk my own, a decision I was okay with. I wasnāt letting anyone else get hurt, Eddie, especially you!ā
āThen thatās the worst decision youāve ever made on a call! You couldāve died!ā The two of you were getting closer to each other the more the argument heated up.
āBut I didnāt! And thatās all that matters! That little girl is alive because I chose to go back in there and didnāt hesitate!ā
āYou didnāt give anyone a chance to even follow you! I wouldāve followed you! I canāt have you die on me, I love you too much!ā He shouted, admitting his feelings once again in the heat of the moment.
āThatās why I didnāt give you a chance to follow me! I canāt have you get hurt because of something stupid that I do! Chris needs you aroundāI need you around!ā Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, whether they be from anger, stress, or the fact that you were finally admitting your feelings for Eddie.
The two of you stood close, staring at each other, before Eddie pulled you in by the waist, leaned his head down, and kissed you. Soft, caring, and passionate, expressing everything that words couldnāt. You pressed your lips against his, grounding yourself in his touch, kissing him back with that same emotion and passion.
Suddenly, you felt a small spray of water fall over the two of you. You and Eddie broke away, still holding each other, looking up.
āHose is working, Cap!ā Buck yelled, spraying the still-burning building, putting out the angry flames.
You giggled, looking back at Eddie. āI love you too, Eddie Diazā¦ā you trailed off, pressing another kiss to his lips.
From afar, the rest of the team watched the two of you, a silent exchange of glances and money occurring, as you and Eddie shared another kiss.
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Pairings: Joaquin Torres x reader, Alex Summers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: mentions of fighting and getting injured, brief mention of death, brief mention of foster care
Joaquin Torres
Okay, so, I would think that Joaquin - working with Sam for the government and everything - would probably be training with someone that is new to the team.
That being said, Iām thinking you would probably be around 21-22.
Youāre brand new in the D.C. political setting and are a basic bodyguard to a mid-ranking politician but have a desirable skill set in combat that makes Sam seek you out to join his team (Iām thinking maybe you were raised young in Hydra or the Red Room and had been on Steveās radar for a while as a potential recruit for the Avengersā¦but then everything went to shitā¦and when Sam stepped up as the new Cap, he did some digging into Steveās old files and found you - such a coincidence that youāre now in D.C., right?ā¦š)
Instead of recruiting you himself, Sam send Joaquin to talk to you; he figured you were close enough in age, youāll respond better to him.
That could not be further from the truth.
Joaquin followed you to a local coffee shop near your apartment and came up behind you. Before he could even realize, he was on the ground with your foot against his throat.
But it turned out okay in the end and Joaquin was able to convince you to at least take Samās contact infoš¤. And you eventually contact Sam.
Now youāre a part of this little team that theyāve put together - due to your past youāve always been very closed off and remained to yourself - but now Joaquin is bothering you every chance he gets for you to spar and train with him (he thinks he can get you back from your first meeting, newsflash, he canāt).
After nearly two weeks of Joaquin bothering you (through texts, phone calls, voice memos, little post-it notes he sticks everywhere he can, and straight up coming to whisper in your ear and run away), you finally agree.
It starts out light. You let him get a couple hits in, but youāre not really phased or hurt by them. Then he starts getting cocky and starts saying things like ācāmon you can do better than that, unless Iām just too strong for you to take down a second timeā and āis this training too much? We can slow down a bit so you can try and catch up to meā.
After a quick water break, youāre knocking him onto his ass in like 13 seconds; he doesnāt even stand a chance and youāre barely breaking a sweat.
This continues for the next hour.
And youāre taking it easy on him.
By the end, heās bruised, in pain, panting and gasping for air, and you just sling your towel over you shoulder and his his back in a hard pat on the way out of the room.
āBetter luck next time, Torresā you say with a smirk and an evil little glint in your eye, knowing that next time youād stop taking it easy on him.
Your dynamic is very much best friends who act like siblings when they fight (and Joaquin is usually the one sulking in the corner at the end of all of your training sessions). Itās all fun and games though, neither of you actually do anything to severely hurt the other.
Alex Summers
For Alex, you guys have known each other since Charles and Erik went around recruiting members to join the X-Men (thereās still a couple years of an age gap here though; Iām picturing Alex to be around 27-28 right now, you around 24). Your mutant ability is one of the more interesting ones; you can manipulate the elements.
It started off as like, young teenage infatuation, and kinda just grew from there, getting closer and knowing each other better and better. For years the two of you had been on-and-off flirting, tossing comments each others way, brushing hands in the hallways and during lessons, but never actually acting on anything.
One afternoon, shit just went down and Alex flipped out, destroying whatever was in his way. You went to go talk to him and try to help him calm down, but he accidentally hurt you. You were unconscious for almost a week, and when you finally woke up, he wouldnāt be anywhere near you again.
He sees you in the hallway? Walks the other way. Sits next to you in classes? Either doesnāt look at or respond to you or moves to the other side of the classroom entirely. Charles needs to two of you to go into town to get stuff for the house? Suddenly heās super busy and you go alone. This goes on for 2 weeks.
It hurts you after a while, and after the initial hurt, it turns into a festering anger.
One day, Charles forces the two of you to make up - you agree to do so in the form of training.
You guys are under the mansion, in the training room, the doors are locked by Charles from the outside (you think that this could be a huge mistake, but Charles knows bestš¤·āāļø).
It starts off simple, no talking, just warming up and weight training.
Then you break the silence, āare we actually gonna train? Or just sit around doing nothing but avoiding each other?ā, to which Alex responds with a shrug and turns away from you.
That got you mad; best friends for years and all of a sudden he doesnāt even want to be in the same room as you to figure out what is going on between you??
You created a water ball from the water in Alexās water bottle and threw it at him, hitting him in the head, knocking him to the floor. He stood up and if looks could kill, youād be moderately injured.
āIām not gonna fight with you!ā he yelled, speaking his first words to you in over 2 weeks.
You were angry, and you knew the only way to get him to talk was to make him angry as well. āWhy are you being such a damn coward? Just fight me already, Summers!ā you threw a wind tunnel at him, spinning him in the air and knocking him against the wall.
His eyes sparked with anger and he finally shed the hoodie he was wearing and aimed a blast your way, which you quickly deflected, sending a fire ball back in his direction.
This went on for a while, the two of you yelling at each other and fighting with your abilities, then, one of Alexās plasma rings hit you and knocked you to the ground.
He stopped everything and ran over to you, remembering the incident from now 3 weeks ago. But as heās coming over to you, youāre standing up, groaning in pain.
He quickly checks you over and makes sure that youāre not super hurt (youāre not, just your ego is). This is the first time in 2 weeks that heās been this close to you, let alone given any form of physical contact.
You make him look at you to talk and wind up sitting down together, having a whole āI hurt you and I never wanted to do it againā āYou were mad and I didnāt give you space, you know I trust you with my lifeā talk for nearly an hour.
There was no more training after thatš¤.
Charles came back and found the two of you sitting on the floor of the training room laughing and talking and left you alone (he unlocked the door ofc).
Alex still wouldnāt speak about his feelings for you (and to be fair, youāre too stubborn to tell him your feelings for him), so it all was left unsaid, to be talked about another day.
Bucky Barnes
With Bucky, you both have such a sibling relationship. Part of that is due to the facts that you were recruited and raised with the Avengers under Steveās supervision (so Bucky automatically feels like he has to protect you in some way). The other part is due to the fact that youāre 18 and probably one of the most annoying teenagers Bucky has ever met (but thatās his opinion, everyone else thinks youāre hilarious and amazing).
Like I said, you were definitely recruited young to be a part of the Avengers (like, you were a literal child - 7 years old; you were probably rescued from a Hydra base and since you had powers, the Avengers took you in), but due to the civil war between Tony and Steve, you were placed in the foster care system.
Before Steve left Bucky and Sam, he told Bucky about you and asked him to find you and help you in the ways that he never could.
Come to 2027, Manhattan is overcome by shadows and darkness, people disappearing into a black void. Youāre living in Manhattan, now 18 and on your own, and see a group of people (heroes?) helping peopleā¦.you decide to join in.
That doesnāt end very well.
You wind up getting trapped in your shame rooms (a bunch of Hydra stuff and not being around for Nat and Tonyās deathsš), but when you come out, Bucky spots you and comes over to you.
Somehow you become a Thunderbolt New Avenger, and Bucky is being a pain in your ass with how much he wants you to train.
āCome on! You havenāt properly trained in years, we gotta get you ready!ā, āYou can do better than that!ā, āPush yourself!ā, āStop being a kid and actually put in the work!ā
You make it just as annoying for him during these brining sessions though; calling him names, stealing his arm, turning invisible and just tapping him on the shoulder when you get bored, sometimes you even knock him on his ass with your powers (but that last one only works to get him annoyed some of the time, other times heās actually glad youāre doing something with your powers).
When you actually want to train and spar, youāre on the same level of skill as Yelena and Bucky themselves; you know your shit, you just like to act like you donāt.
Either way, Bucky gets annoyed (but thatās just because heās an old man - your words).
At the end of every training session Bucky leaves the room grumbling and bothered (not actually though, he cares about you), and you leave with a satisfied grin on your face.
Sometimes the shit you pull in training enters the daily flow of life in the Watchtower - youāll pull small, harmless pranks on Bucky; youāve taken his arm out of the dishwasher and put it somewhere else, youāve placed small magnets on his arm, and you just casually call him āgrampsā or āold manā when you want to get a rise out of him.
In the end, Bucky sees you like a sibling to him and will put up with your āteenage bullshitā as long as youāre taking care of yourself and being happy.
