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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 OC’s 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!
Everything is ordered alphabetically. :)
☼ * Fandoms * ☼
Bridgerton
Criminal Minds
EPIC The Musical
Harry Potter
Marauders
Marvel
Percy Jackson
Star Wars
Stranger Things
The Hunger Games
Top Gun: Maverick
9-1-1
☼ * Actors * ☼
Aaron Tveit
Lewis Pullman
Mike Faist
Milo Manheim
Sam Claflin
☼ * Miscellaneous * ☼
Miscellaneous Masterlist
☼ * Tropes & Kinks * ☼
**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 I’ll 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 sense💀).
*I am so down for writing poly relationships as long as it’s not too weird of a relationship, so if you’re feeling it, request it!!*
Hi my loves! I just wanted to give an update on where I am in my writing and everything.
I’ve been going through some mental stuff for a little bit, but I’m doing a lot better now, and I’m doing my best to work through every request that’s in my inbox. If you’ve requested anything, I promise, I’m 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.
Thank you all so much for the love so far, and hopefully more stuff should be posted soon.
This fic is based off of this request from @miniaturetrashstrawberry 🫶🏻
Can you do a an annabeth x reader fluff??? Could it be about how Persephone!reader doesn’t think there plant powers are useful and she makes them feel better?
a/n: I’m 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 doesn’t 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 she’s just being sweet and loving🥺)
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.
“Hey, everything okay?” 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.
“Am I useless?” 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.
“Do you know what hellebore signifies?” She questioned, plucking one of the flowers from the beach. Your silence only prompted her to continue. “Nowadays it’s 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. It’s a tragedy that always repeats itself.”
“Annabeth…I don’t want to be rude, but why are you telling me all of this – not that I mind it, I actually enjoy your knowledge – but I’m really just not in the mood to talk right now…especially about plants…” 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. “But now, we see it as a symbol of resilience, strength, and peace. You’re like hellebore. Beautiful, but you have a tragic history…you can’t let that define you moving forward. You can change how you’re seen, how you show yourself. You’re not useless, not unless you let yourself be.”
“Only you would give me a lecture about a plant and then tell me that I’m like the plant…” you shook your head in silent laughter, leaning into Annabeth’s side.
“I’m being honest. You can’t let everything that’s 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.” 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 didn’t 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 normal…
“It’s 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 them…but I know that you’ll be able to overcome it, you’ve already done so much since you first came to camp.” Annabeth continued talking, pulling you from your thoughts.
“I just feel like I should be doing more…but I don’t know how, and I feel like everyone around me resents me for doing practically nothing. And I know I’m in my head about this, but I just can’t shake it.” You muttered, picking at the flowers again.
“Okay, I’m not really the best with all of this stuff and I’m trying my hardest, but you need to listen to me. You don’t realize how much the people here actually depend on you. Do you know how many plants and herbs you grow for Cabin Seven when they’re not in season for them to make salves and healing balms? You help save other camper’s lives, and you’re thinking that you’re useless? That’s not true. And I will tell you a thousand times over until you begin to believe me.” 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 Annabeth’s words in your head, thinking over and over about what she said. Maybe you weren’t so useless after all…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 friends—your 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.
“You better?” Annabeth asked, holding your hand in hers.
“Yeah, I am…thank you.” 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: I’m so sorry if this was super cheesy, I’ve been going through it and just needed some like, extra happy feels. I hope it was good😭
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!🥰
I love this prompt so much omg, for Joaquin the headcanon is set in the current MCU, for Bucky’s I made it a bit of an AU. There’s both romantic and platonic, everything will be the same up until they begin to realize their feelings, there are separate cuts for each.🫶🏻
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 brother💀
Joaquin Torres
Background:
You’re 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 (…👀).
You’re the kind of person who likes to do things at your own pace, you’re 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, it’s anything but that.
When the two of you first meet, you immediately hate him. To you, he’s too loud, he’s too unprofessional, he’s too annoying, and he’s 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. “You 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...don’t think I don't know that's the reason you're doing this.”
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 him—you didn't, so he spoke up, tired of being a silent bodyguard, watching you but never getting to know you.
“So you do know how to be a real person, and not just a frigid bitch all the time?” He asked, a grin on his face when he saw you turn around with a jump.
“What the fuck, Torres?“ You shouted at him, nearly dropping a plate in surprise. Part of you was glad that he caught you…you felt bad for being a “frigid bitch” 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 you’d 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.
“Uhm…do you, uh…girlfriend? Wanna be mine?” 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.
You began to go on dates together, starting small; you took walks around D.C. with him, you guys watched movies together, you would cook or bake together (Joaquin would always eat the raw batter if you were baking something and you would always yell at him and slap his hand away), he would let you put face masks on him (he always said he didn’t like it, but deep down he did), you would go out to cute little restaurants and cafés, and he would take you to watch him work out on occasion.
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. “You’re just warmer than a blanket right now, and I’m cold” 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. He’s pulling out all the stops. You can’t meet his parents? That’s fine, you’re meeting Sam likes it’s the first time ever. You’re sick? He’s 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? He’s going and buying for you “just because”. He has to go on a mission with Sam for longer than a day or two? He’ll leave you his favorite hoodie and text you every single day. He’s 1000000% boyfriend material.
You still find him annoying, but now it’s in an endearing and sappily romantic way. You show him your love and affection in smaller ways; you’ll get him tickets for a sports game for a team he really likes, you’ll bake him little treats, when he’s away on missions you’ll send him little voice notes of you singing because he tells you it helps him fall asleep, and you’ll always make sure to check in on him when he’s gone for too long.
Even though he’s not your bodyguard anymore, he loves being the person who protects you. He always has his head on a swivel, he’s always holding you close by your waist, making sure that you’re 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 Lego’s 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 (he’s secretly a huge Swiftie - sue me, that’s what I believe😭) 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 “You Okay?” note from the You Belong With Me music video. He was terrible at making friendship bracelets but the younger teen girls loved them because he’s a cutie and he’s 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 wasn’t 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 he’s not a Hydra brainwashed assassin and he’s working in SHIELD and gets assigned to be the permanent bodyguard for Tony Stark’s 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 Tony’s reasoning was “because the world is more dangerous now” - as if it wasn’t 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 that’s 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 “Avengers Tower”, you decided that it would be your number one priority to make this person’s life as hard as possible.
Then, the dreaded day came, and James Buchanan “Bucky” 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.
“You’re gonna have to talk to me soon, doll.” 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 didn’t 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, “Can’t have you getting hurt on my watch, doll.”
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 “doll” 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 “I know, doll, you’re not exactly subtle” before pulling you in for a kiss.
When Tony found out, he flipped out; went on a whole spiel about how “he’s too old for you”, “he can’t keep you safe if he’s busy kissing you”, and “this was a stupid decision, why would you let me make this decision for you?!”
He got over it. Eventually.
Date nights with Bucky are so cute and romantic, he’s 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 s’mores, 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, you’re running your fingers through the silky strands.
He loves to kiss you. He’ll hold you close by the waist and lift you slightly to bring your face closer to his, then he’ll 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 you’re always safe and protected, keeping you out of harm’s 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 wasn’t 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 girl’s 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 you’re 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 you’ve pulled on him and will suggest new movies for you guys to watch.
Tony’s glad that you and Bucky are getting along (and you’re not tearing his head - or his clothes - off).
He’s still your bodyguard, but now there’s a new level of fierce protection that Bucky had (you are his first real friend aside from Steve🥹).
Heyyy how about confession and first kiss with Eddie D?
Yesss Eddie Diaz my beloved😫
(I’m still not over the end of the season)
a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long, I wrote and re-wrote it so many times and I still don’t think I did it justice💀
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
“You’re not listening to me!” Eddie shouted, running his hands through his hair. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m in love with you!”
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 Eddie’s 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 Eddie’s. You finally arrived almost a half hour later than when you should’ve been there. You could see Eddie give Chris a hug before leaving the house, then he left the house, heading for your car.
“I am so sorry, Eddie. My phone didn’t charge last night so my alarm didn’t go off, then there was an accident on my way to come get you, I’ll take all the blame with Cap. I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to make you late too—” You rambled an apology out, only stopping at the sight of Eddie laughing silently. “What?”
“Nothing, it’s just really funny watching you stress out over nothing. We all make mistakes and we’ve 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? We’re going to show up maybe ten minutes late, you’re all good.” Eddie’s words calmed your brain and its thoughts, acting like a calming tea.
You just rolled your eyes, putting the car in drive. “Alright, well, I would like to not be more than ten minutes late, so put your seatbelt on and let’s go.” 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.
“Hey Cap…” 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 Bobby’s captaining and you didn’t want to get in trouble for anything today.
“Hey kid, you’re a little late, is everything okay?” Bobby questioned you lightly, making eggs at the stove. “Yeah, uh…just uhm…traffic…” you mumbled, not looking at him, embarrassed to be saying you were late because of traffic - you should’ve planned better.
“That’s alright, just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You froze at his words, you weren’t expecting that. At the last firehouse you worked at, your captain would yell at anyone more than five minutes late for a shift. “No…yeah, I’m all good Bobby, thanks…” 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. “You gonna eat all that by yourself?” You joked, turning your phone off. “Nah, Bobby sent me over to bring you some food. He said you seemed off? What’s up?” 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. “I’m all good. I’ve just been stressed lately and this morning kinda just sent me in a mental spiral—nothing to do with you though, it was my fault for picking you up late and for getting us here late.”
“It’s not your fault, you can’t control what happens in a day, was the accident on your way to get me caused by you? No. So you weren’t responsible for anything other than maybe forgetting to charge your phone. If there wasn’t any traffic, you would’ve been to me on time—and think about this, if you had left your house when you wanted to, then you could’ve been a part of that accident, so if anything, I should be thanking you for being late.” He cut through your negative thoughts in one swift motion with his words.
“How do you know about the burnt-toast theory?” You asked semi-jokingly, swallowing the melon you were eating. “Hey, I might be pretty, but I know about some things. But can you promise me that you’re not gonna beat yourself up over this?” He asked, putting his hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, I guess...” 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.
“Hey, uh…I have to tell you something…it’s uh, kind of important.” Eddie said, his tone slighting wavering, pulling away from the warmth of the hug, holding your hands. “Yeah? Everything alright?” 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 Chris’s life, then again when she died.
Suddenly the fire alarm rang. “Alright, 118 let’s go!” 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 “horde of angry men dressed like they were in a gang, threatening to set fire to the park”…
It was a Karen of a mom who was complaining about grown men LARPing in the park…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. “Some people are so insane these days. I get it, LARPing is kind of weird, but let the people have their fun!” You laughed, talking to Eddie. He laughed in agreement, but his eyes looked like there was something behind them. “Hey, you good?” You shot him a concerned look.
“Yeah, could we just have a moment to chat…I just want to finish talking about before.” 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.
“Yeah, of course. Wanna go outside and—” you were cut off by the sound of your phone ringing in your pocket. Pulling it out you saw that it was your landlord, “shit, I gotta take this. Give me like ten minutes and I’ll be back to talk.” 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 couldn’t 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.
“I’m going to kill the people who live above me.” You muttered, just loud enough for Eddie to hear. “Why?” He moved closer, keeping his voice low enough so the others wouldn’t join in on the private conversation.
“Those dumbasses flooded their unit and it went through to mine, so now there’s a bunch of damage and I need to move out so it can get fixed. And I have no clue how long I’ll need to be out of the apartment for.” Eddie knew you didn’t like the people in the apartment above you, they had caused you a lot of issues in the four years you had lived there.
“Come stay with me. Chris will love having you around and you can stay in the guest room for as long as you need.” He said quickly - probably too quickly. “What? Are you sure? I don’t want to be an issue for either of you.
Eddie scoffed, “You are never an issue, and Chris will probably like having you around more than he likes me being around…and I would love to have you stay with us until you can move back in…”
“Thanks, Eddie…” you whispered, squeezing his hand. What he didn’t see was your face heating up, a blush rising on your cheeks; what you didn’t see was the same exact thing happening to Eddie.
It was a day of stupid calls, and it wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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.
“Hey, can we continue our conversation from before? I need to tell you now, before I regret even bribing it up.” He was anxious and slightly annoyed, how hard was it to talk to your friend who you were in love with?
“Yeah, can we talk in a couple minutes? I really need to call my landlord and—”
“Can your call wait? Please?”
“Eddie, I need to do this now so I can move out!” You shouted, the stress of the day piling up on you.
“Can’t you slow down for a minute and let me just talk to you? You’re important to me and I’m trying to take the time to tell you that!” He started raising his voice, matching your heat.
“Great! I understand that, you’re important to me too, but I’m stressed and I want to get this done! So let’s talk later!” Stress and anger were coursing through your veins, only furthering your feelings.
“You’re not listening to me!” Eddie shouted, running his hands through his hair. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m in love with you!”
You froze, eyes wide, mouth dropped open.
The fire alarm rang.
“Eddie…” you trailed off, looking at him helplessly as the rest of the team was loading the engine.
“We have to go.” 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. “Buck, get the hose set up! Hen, Chim, you’re on medical eval, I want every person out of that building checked!” Bobby shouted, giving orders and sending the team in different directions. You and Eddie were sent into the building with some other firefighters.
“Cap! We’re having an issue with the hose! It’s not up and running!” Buck called over comms. “Alright, 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!” 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. “My daughter, I can’t–I can’t find her, she’s still inside…my girl–my Amanda. We live–we’re on…second floor.” she gasped out.
“Hen! I think she’s having a panic attack - that coupled with smoke inhalation - can you check her out? I need to go back in.” Calling Hen over, you started to turn back to the building. “Don’t worry, ma’am, I’ll find Amanda and make sure she’s safe.” You promised the woman, handing her off to Hen.
“What? You can’t go back in there, Cap has already said it’s too dangerous!”
“There’s a little girl in there, her daughter. I’m going back in.” 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; “Amanda! Amanda can you hear me!” All the doors were left open from the previous sweep of the floor, you ran inside each unit, looking everywhere. “Amanda! If you can hear me, say something! Amanda!”
Then, a small, choked voice came from one of the units at the far end of the hall; “Help me–my leg!” You ran as fast as you could, pieces of the ceiling above you were falling fast as Bobby called for you over the radio, “Get out of there now! The building is going to collapse!”
“I can’t, Cap. I’m almost to the little girl. I’ll be out as quickly as I can. This mom can’t lose her daughter.” 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. “What the hell were you thinking?!” He shouted at you as you pulled your helmet and breathing apparatus off.
“That little girl was going to die if I didn’t go back in! That’s what I was thinking!” You yelled back at him, dropping your gear on the ground.
“That was stupid and reckless of you! You should’ve had someone go in with you! You should’ve had me go in with you!”
“And 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 wasn’t letting anyone else get hurt, Eddie, especially you!”
“Then that’s the worst decision you’ve ever made on a call! You could’ve died!” The two of you were getting closer to each other the more the argument heated up.
“But I didn’t! And that’s all that matters! That little girl is alive because I chose to go back in there and didn’t hesitate!”
“You didn’t give anyone a chance to even follow you! I would’ve followed you! I can’t have you die on me, I love you too much!” He shouted, admitting his feelings once again in the heat of the moment.
“That’s why I didn’t give you a chance to follow me! I can’t have you get hurt because of something stupid that I do! Chris needs you around—I need you around!” 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 couldn’t. 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.
“Hose is working, Cap!” Buck yelled, spraying the still-burning building, putting out the angry flames.
You giggled, looking back at Eddie. “I love you too, Eddie Diaz…” 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, I’m thinking you would probably be around 21-22.
You’re 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 (I’m thinking maybe you were raised young in Hydra or the Red Room and had been on Steve’s radar for a while as a potential recruit for the Avengers…but then everything went to shit…and when Sam stepped up as the new Cap, he did some digging into Steve’s old files and found you - such a coincidence that you’re now in D.C., right?…👀)
Instead of recruiting you himself, Sam send Joaquin to talk to you; he figured you were close enough in age, you’ll 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 Sam’s contact info🤗. And you eventually contact Sam.
Now you’re a part of this little team that they’ve put together - due to your past you’ve 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 can’t).
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 you’re not really phased or hurt by them. Then he starts getting cocky and starts saying things like “c’mon you can do better than that, unless I’m just too strong for you to take down a second time” and “is this training too much? We can slow down a bit so you can try and catch up to me”.
After a quick water break, you’re knocking him onto his ass in like 13 seconds; he doesn’t even stand a chance and you’re barely breaking a sweat.
This continues for the next hour.
And you’re taking it easy on him.
By the end, he’s 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.
“Better luck next time, Torres” you say with a smirk and an evil little glint in your eye, knowing that next time you’d 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). It’s 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 (there’s still a couple years of an age gap here though; I’m 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 wouldn’t be anywhere near you again.
He sees you in the hallway? Walks the other way. Sits next to you in classes? Either doesn’t 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 he’s 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 best🤷♀️).
It starts off simple, no talking, just warming up and weight training.
Then you break the silence, “are we actually gonna train? Or just sit around doing nothing but avoiding each other?”, 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 doesn’t 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 Alex’s 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, you’d be moderately injured.
“I’m not gonna fight with you!” 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. “Why are you being such a damn coward? Just fight me already, Summers!” 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 Alex’s 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 he’s coming over to you, you’re standing up, groaning in pain.
He quickly checks you over and makes sure that you’re not super hurt (you’re not, just your ego is). This is the first time in 2 weeks that he’s 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 “I hurt you and I never wanted to do it again” “You were mad and I didn’t give you space, you know I trust you with my life” talk for nearly an hour.
There was no more training after that🤗.
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 wouldn’t speak about his feelings for you (and to be fair, you’re 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 Steve’s supervision (so Bucky automatically feels like he has to protect you in some way). The other part is due to the fact that you’re 18 and probably one of the most annoying teenagers Bucky has ever met (but that’s his opinion, everyone else thinks you’re 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. You’re living in Manhattan, now 18 and on your own, and see a group of people (heroes?) helping people….you decide to join in.
That doesn’t end very well.
You wind up getting trapped in your shame rooms (a bunch of Hydra stuff and not being around for Nat and Tony’s deaths🙂), 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.
“Come on! You haven’t properly trained in years, we gotta get you ready!”, “You can do better than that!”, “Push yourself!”, “Stop being a kid and actually put in the work!”
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 he’s actually glad you’re doing something with your powers).
When you actually want to train and spar, you’re on the same level of skill as Yelena and Bucky themselves; you know your shit, you just like to act like you don’t.
Either way, Bucky gets annoyed (but that’s just because he’s 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 - you’ll pull small, harmless pranks on Bucky; you’ve taken his arm out of the dishwasher and put it somewhere else, you’ve placed small magnets on his arm, and you just casually call him “gramps” or “old man” 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 “teenage bullshit” as long as you’re taking care of yourself and being happy.
