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hi dani! could you do #2 from the recent prompt list w/ sam pls? 🥺
the sweater.
Sam Wilson || word count: 333 || prompt: “Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it.”
» well, that was quick. Thank you for sending this in, lovely! I hope you like ✨🤍 prompt list.
warnings; poorly edited.
“Nice sweater,” Sam mumbles as he steps into the kitchen.
She jumps slightly at his voice, setting her mug down with a thud that seems ten times louder in the quietness of the morning.
“Found it on my load of laundry yesterday,” she mumbles back, turning back to her coffee to avoid staring at Sarah’s brother, who only seems to get more and more handsome every time he comes around. He’s sweating and his breathing is still a little accelerated after his morning run, sunlight making his skin glow. “I thought it was Sarah’s but I guess it’s yours.”
“I thought it was Sarah’s laundry,” Sam shoots back with a disarming smile, “but I guess it was yours.”
She nods, taking a sip of her coffee and after a second of silence, with Sam’s eyes never leaving her, it finally hits her — it’s not her nor Sarah’s sweater, it’s Sam’s.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, setting the mug down to hold onto the soft material, “do you want it back right now?”
“No, no,” Sam rushes, “it’s alright, really. It looks a lot better on you, anyway.”
She laughs at the cheesy line, rolling her eyes at Sam who only smirks back and steals another lingering look before he retrieves to his room.
She’s left with her hands shaking and a dopey smile on her face because never in a million years she thought she’d be almost glad the pipes in her apartment had burst and she had to stay at her friend’s house. She definitely wasn’t expecting Sam to be around this time, but it’s nothing short of a blessing to wake up to such a charming smile and warm eyes, and only God knows she knew it was Sam’s sweater when she put it on.
And only God knows Sam watched her load the washer last night and sneaked in to throw his sweater in there halfway through, hoping it’d give him a proper excuse to flirt with his sister’s friend.
Hello, i hope you're having a beautiful day/night ^^ I wanted to ask you if you could do a Kurt Wagner x female reader where the reader has a crush on Kurt but doesn't have the courage to go talk to him and every time he looks at the reader, talks to her or smiles she gets shy and looks away. Could you also make Kurt have a crush on the reader and be worried that maybe she doesn't like him at all. If you could make Peter/Pietro be the one to help them. Thank you ^^
Too Shy to Tell
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x fem!reader
Fandom: X-Men
Warnings: shy reader, Peter being sneaky, fluff
Word Count: 1,056
A/N: Hello lovely! Thank you so much for this request! It's my first request without a prompt, so I was quite excited! I hope you enjoy and remember feedback is always appreciated! I hope this is what you wanted and that it meets your expectations!
Summary: You just happen to be very shy and have a crush on Kurt. Leave it to Peter to make you and Kurt work things out.
(gif not mine!)
At this point, you were pretty sure you had liked Kurt from the moment he'd arrived at the mansion. After everything with Apocalypse, you had become best friends with Peter, who was more than helpful in trying to get you to talk to Kurt. But it was hard! You were a shy person, and even more shy when it came to you having a crush on someone, let alone someone in your friend group.
"Just go talk to him," Peter nudged you, looking towards the area where Kurt was with Jean and Jubilee.
You quickly shook your head, "Nope! I'm perfectly fine, right here under this tree, away from all forms of confrontation."
Peter rolled his eyes, "You realize he'll never know you like him."
"That's kinda the point," You hissed, watching Kurt slyly.
God, how could anyone dislike him!? He was adorable! He was always so kind and friendly, trying his best to help everyone with every chance he got. He was always putting himself out there, trying to make more friends and make sure everyone knew that he was nice despite his slightly intimidating 'blue devil' look.
As if he could hear you thinking about him, Kurt looked over to you, a large smile on his face as he gave you a small wave. Immediately you looked away, heat overtaking your cheeks as Peter laughed.
"(Y/n), it's not that bad. I know he likes you back. You just need to talk to him!" Peter scolded you playfully as he watched Kurt's shoulders drop before he readdresses his attention back to Jean and Jubilee.
You scoffed, your cheeks still flaming red, "Peter I--"
"Hello (y/n)!" Kurt's voice suddenly rang in front of you as Peter now held him.
Immediately you flushed again, your gaze flicking from Kurt to Peter and settling on the ground, "H-hi."
You missed the way Peter nudged Kurt forward, an encouraging nod being sent from the silver-haired boy, "I uh.. how are you?"
"I'm good... how are you?" You immediately praised yourself for not stuttering.
"Good! I was going to ask if you and Peter wanted to join us, but he ran me over here before I could come myself."
Peter smiled proudly, wishing you would take your damn eyes off the ground and look at Kurt. Instead, you kept your gaze down, even as you slowly stood up.
"Thanks, Kurt, but I have to get going. I have a meeting with Charles."
Just like that, you bolted off, seriously making Peter contemplate the idea of running and grabbing you. But you made him promise not to, and contrary to popular belief, Peter kept promises quite well. Kurt sighed, turning to Peter with a frown that made the silver-haired boy want to slap some sense into you. It was so blatantly obvious that the two of you liked each other, acting like nervous kids and not superhero mutants! Everyone could see it besides you two!
"I told you she doesn't like me," Kurt sighed, patting Peter's shoulder once before he 'bamf'ed back to Jean and Jubilee.
Peter sighed in frustration as he watched your retreating form enter the mansion. He knew that you were shy, and he also knew that nothing would ever happen between Kurt and you if you didn't say anything. Kurt was so set on the idea that you didn't like him that it scared Peter. However, Peter was tired of all this waiting for one of you to do something and quickly decided to create a plan of his own.
It was only three hours later that Peter appeared in front of you with a devilish smile before you were in a different room, Peter seemingly gone.
"Pete?" You shouted, "What the hell?"
"(Y/n)? Do you know what's going on?"
You spun around in horror, a squeak leaving your mouth as your eyes landed on Kurt. Immediately you shook your head and bolted to the door, yanking on it as your face flushed in embarrassment. Peter, who stood happily on the other side of the door, gave a thumbs up to Jean and Scott.
"(Y/n)? That you?" Pete called teasingly.
"Peter, I swear to god, open this door right now!" You shouted, yanking desperately on the handle.
Peter rolled his eyes, "Not until you two talk this out! You both know what I mean! Kurt! You're not allowed to teleport! If you teleport, I'll just run you back!"
"Peter!!" You yelped, kicking the door.
Kurt gulped, watching as you seemed to begin panicking, "(Y/n), may I ask you a question?"
You turned slowly, trying to look at Kurt, but you decided you couldn't. You turned your gaze away but still faced him, your cheeks flaming red, "Y-yes."
"Have I done something to make you dislike me?"
Your head snapped to look directly at Kurt, and you froze for a second. He looked incredibly hurt, and it made you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. Had you really been giving the impression that you disliked Kurt? Surely not. Peter was constantly saying how obvious it was that you liked Kurt.
Realizing you had been silent for too long, you shook your head, "No... no, no, no! Kurt, I didn't mean to give you that impression. I just get so nervous around you. I always get all flustered and shy because I like you so much, and I--"
"You like me?" Your eyes widened as Kurt smiled, "Like, you like like me?"
"I uh..." You felt your cheeks grow flaming hot as you stuttered, "I... I uh..."
"This is great!" Kurt cheered, quickly walking up to you, "I like like you too!"
Slowly, a smile found its way to your lips as you gazed at Kurt, "You do?"
"Yes! I've been wanting to tell you, but I thought you didn't like me!"
You threw yourself into Kurt's chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he mocked your actions. His tail wrapped around you also, and you found yourself smiling impossibly wider as Kurt rest his head on yours. The two of you listened at the door opened, and Peter's 'whooping' filled the air.
"Haha! Yes! I told you guys!" Peter cheered, beyond happy at the sight of you and Kurt hugging, "I am the best matchmaker!"
Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but smile, because truthfully, Peter was right.
“I’m a black man carrying the stars and stripes. What don’t I understand? Every time I pick this thing up, I know there are millions of people who are gonna hate me for it. Even now, here… I feel it. The stares, the judgement. And there’s nothin’ I can do to change it. Yet, I’m still here. No super serum, no blond hair or blue eyes. The only power I have is that I believe we can do better.”
Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.
But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.
She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.
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