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I’ve been reading imagines/x readers/reader inserts since about 2012 with the MCU being the first fandom I ever participated in and read fics for. The campiness of the Marvel Rivals game has just really been making me think about that era of the MCU fandom a lot, and I’d like to try and capture a bit of that self indulgent fun again - just hopefully with better grammar this time.
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Hello everyone, I'm so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for a week :( Long story short, a relative of mine went to the hospital last week, and I've been helping them out as they recover which has kept me super busy. They're doing much better now and everything is going to be okay, so while I'll still be helping out over this next week as well I should have some free time to actually do some writing.
My main focus is on getting all the Valentine's requests finally finished up which I'll probably be posting in big batches every few days. I still have 15 asks to respond to! Low key I might have bit off a little more than i can chew with this event, but I really appreciate everyone who supports this blog and I want to get you guys all the fun HCs you asked for. It's just going to take longer than I thought it would :,) I really appreciate everyone's patience and I'm super excited to be posting again, I really missed everyone here <3
As much as I love everything I've written for the Valentine's event I just realized I've only posted for the girlies so far and I feel a little bad lmao. There are requests for male characters in the game, I've just been going in order of how the requests came in because that's how my brain works. I promise there will be hunky boys tonight 😭🙏
🍷 - What are they like when they’re drunk? Do they let sober thoughts become drunken actions?
For Black Widow
(Sidenote: Can she even get drunk? lol)
When I wrote that prompt down I realized there were a good amount of rivals characters that have a resistance to alcohol but it's fanfiction, we can just ignore that for now lol.
🍷 - What are they like when they’re drunk? Do they let sober thoughts become drunken actions?
If you’re not in a relationship with Natasha, her normally high emotional walls come down a bit and her desire to have you close starts to win out over rational thought. She’s not going to do anything completely crazy, but you’ll probably be thrown off as the stoic Black Widow pulls you closer to her and rests her head on your shoulder. Her arms stay wrapped around your waist for most of the night as you get more than a few flirtatious comments from Natasha.
If you’re a couple, all the previous things are turned up to 10. Natasha is normally controlled when it comes to PDA, only giving you quick kisses and such when other people are around. But as she slowly drinks more she’s all over you.
The drunken confidence fills her and she couldn’t care who else is around anymore, she just really wants to casually sit in your lap in the middle of this bar right now! And good luck trying to stop her, she’s literally an enhanced super spy. You’re probably going to have to leave the bar/party early as Natasha starts sloppily making out with you. As the more sober of the two you’re the one getting all the embarrassment of the situation.
Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.
Summery: giving everyone on the Marvel Rivals roster a kiss (with plot!!)
Valentine's Masterlist
Underage characters and animal characters will be platonic (there will be a reminder for each one
Characters included: Adam, Black Panther, Black Widow, Captain America, Cloak & Dagger, Doctor Strange, Groot, Hawkeye, Hela
It's late afternoon, and you're both alone in the infirmary. Neither of you are injured, but somehow the monotone atmosphere of the room has become a special place for you two to hang out. It's a place that barely anyone actually uses, maybe once in a blue moon when there's no mystical healer to instantly redo any damage (which is a very rare occasion.)
Perched upon a bed with a really still mattress, you look down at him, he who isn't sitting next to you- but instead below you. He's on the floor, on his knees, and his face lays on your leg like it's the most comfortable pillow ever. His hands hold both your legs together while your hands play with his hair gently, softly brushing through and horribly braiding it before brushing it out again.
You're both talking, about anything that comes to mind- usually it's about the impending doom of the multiverse, but today? Today the conversation flowed about space. It all started when you had mentioned you'd never truly seen space until you were thrown into Wakanda- the one that was far into the future, in space. That little comment had sparked Adam to inform you all about it, he described it's beauty and was saddened you'd never seen him home truly: when you told him you could see it from earth he said it wasn't the same as actually being in the stars, traveling through it.
His face was bright, looking up at you with- forgive me- stars in his eyes and a large smile that definitely molded his whole face. The bright aura around him almost glowed, you swore he actually was- but maybe that was just the light meeting his skin.
Gently, your hand moved from his scalp to his cheek to hold it: making him look more towards you as you leaned down. Quickly he stopped talking, his breath hitching at the closeness, his grip on your legs tightened a little too. Ever so gently, you pulled his face up and laid a kiss on his lips- closing your eyes and leaning into it. Adam happily returned it, using his legs to push himself up and meet you with more passion than he had with his talk of space.
When you pull away he follows, now he's fully standing on his knees and his eyes are fluttering open. His face is in a pout because he wanted more, for it to last longer. Your thumb rubs his cheek and he leans his face into it while looking up at you with big eyes.
Giving in, you lean down and give him another quick kiss on his forehead before pulling back. “You're so cute when you talk about your home.”
Honestly you weren't even expecting to see him much today. It was a common occurrence at the moment to not see him often due to how much time he spent in the labs working with his sister. The stress of keeping Wakanda safe while working to fix the multiversal problem and fight against Doom.
You didn't hold it against him, but that didn't stop you from wanting to see him. Everyday passed by and it was sad how you really only saw each other at night for a short dinner and bed. But this work was important to him, everyone knew. And so you let it be and took what you could get, enjoying the dinners and cuddling up in bed. Until that wasn't enough.
One could go only so far without affection that everyone craves, so you deemed it okay to interrupt his work- just a little. The doors to the lab were pushed open and you walked into said lab.
He was sitting in a chair, hunched over and looking over what you assumed was data. Shuri caught a glimpse of you, afraid you had been caught. You raised your hand in a shushing motion while tilting your hair towards T’challa. Thankfully Shuri was smart and got the memo, quickly turning around and continuing her work.
Sneaking up on him was difficult, you knew he had a keen sense of his surroundings, but you tried anyway.
“I know you are there” he says, not even moving from his place. So much for trying.
“Fine, I've been caught, but can you blame me for trying?” You reply, walking up to him quickly and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your head leaning on his as you glance at his work, stuff you didn't know much about- but that didn't stop you from looking.
T’challa chuckled and leaned his head back to yours, pushing against it in a loving way- something you'd both do as a way of playful love. “I cannot, my love” finally, he had turned to look at you, face to face. His smile was something you had missed so much.
“You work so long” you mutter, laying your forehead against his and closing your eyes.
His eyes wandered around your face, you couldn't see it but his eyes were full of regret. “I know my dear, and I am sorry” he responded, his hands coming up to cup your face.
“Don't be, I know it's important.” His heart pangs with guilt, and he almost instantly followed up your own words with “and you are too.”
A quiet hum left you, but that was all that was said. He knew he had to make it up somehow, and that he couldn't make up for all the time he'd made you spend alone. So he did the only thing he could think of at the moment, pulling your face closer to his and giving you a kiss.
It was passionate, and loving, his feelings easily conveyed to you. Obviously you returned, arms tightening around him to get closer. The kiss was quicker than expected, but it didn't feel like it- either way you both knew that the love between you two was something that couldn't be broken by time apart (though he later promises to take more time for you).
You were sitting on the bathroom counter, swinging your legs a little as you wrapped yourself around Natasha. She moved around a lot, seeing as she was doing her makeup, but you didn't care- you just continued to lay on her shoulders and enjoy the smell of her hair wash.
“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?” She asked, leaning her head on yours while her arm wrapped around your shoulders mutually- mostly so he could get her mascara out of its container. The only reply you have was a soft “mmm” and a nudge closer to her.
She laughed at that, patting your back before focusing on the mirror behind you to get her mascara on.
It's a quiet atmosphere, your breathing mixed together and the messing around of makeup were about the only thing that made noise.
Switching hands, she skillfully works around you to get her other eye- pulling back and blinking to get a good look at herself. To make sure she got it right she pulled back, her hands resting on your arms to push you back too. “C'mon Sweetheart, look at tell me if it's alright.” It was easy, staring at your girlfriend's face with her permission. A true honor.
Time felt like it stopped, her gorgeous face looking right at yours with a smile. Her arms came up to rest on your shoulders, hands connecting behind you to almost cage you- but it also caged her because your legs were locked around her in almost the same way.
“Yeah,” you mutter “looks great, Nat.” She smiled more, pulling her hands to rest on your neck and pulling you close. “Always so good to me” Natasha said, pulling your head close. The two of your bodies were so close, and you both seemed to enjoy it. No complaints when your faces were inches apart.
“Always so pretty, Nat” you mutter, leaning in and closing your eyes, your hands resting on her back. Her laugh was angelic, as she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours quickly- pulling back soon after, “you're lucky I haven't put any lipstick on yet” she said before leaning in to kiss you again: this time for longer.
Music floated through the air, a vinyl running of some old song he had enjoyed back in his day, before being frozen. Steve laid on his back on the bed, humming along with the song as he rubbed your back. It was night, and he always had the vinyl running at night, something that helped relax- other than being with you.
Neither of you were asleep, something that occurred often with the both of you. Insomnia, you had told him about it one time, but he didn't pay much mind to what you had said- as rude as that was.
All he thought about was that it was more time awake with you, in a nice quiet atmosphere.
He tilted his head when he heard you take a deep breath, more like a sigh. “What's up?” Steven muttered, his hand rubbing your shoulder and pulling you closer.
“‘m tired” you replied, hugging him closer. “Then why don't you go to sleep, hm?” rolling over on his side, his other arm wrapped around your back and rested his hand on your lower back.
“Not without my kiss.” Steve chuckled at this, his laugh bubbling over to where your head that laid on his chest moved along with it. “Alright, how can I neglect your nightly routine?” he said, leaning his head down and raising his hand to cup your face.
You followed suit, raising your own head and staring at his face, memorizing the soft features of his old face- though it doesn't look old, obviously because of the ice he was stuck in for years.
Unsurprisingly he leans in for a kiss, and so in turn you do too. It starts off with a quick peck, but Steve couldn't get enough, so he keeps going in for more. The more he kissed you the longer he lingered before eventually he wouldn't- no, couldn't leave your lips. They were so addicting, and even though they were slightly chapped he still thought they were the best thing in the world.
When he did pull back, he rested his face on yours, tucking it over and pulling you closer. “Sleep baby, I'll be here” he whispered, rubbing your back calmly to get you to sleep- which works. The soft music playing along with his warmth easily puts you to sleep, satisfied with your goodnight kiss. Steve stays up for awhile longer, thinking about how thankful he was to have someone like you amidst the chaos.
(Platonic)
“You both are utterly ridiculous, charging in like that,” The pair was guilty of your claim, looking down while sitting at the table “you two could've been seriously hurt. Waiting for the team to come back would've been the smart option. The scolding had gone on for a while, and both Tandy and Tyrone were accepting of it.
They weren't used to having someone to take care of them, especially after they had been out on the streets, but they were still kids. That's what puts you on edge, them being children fighting for the universe like that.
Tyrone was currently the one physically there, playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie and avoiding eye contact. Tandy was the one who wanted to rush in, but he knew that whoever's idea it was didn't matter.
“We're sorry, really.” Tyrone muttered, continuing, “We thought we could hold the point until everyone came back.” He looks off to the side, his body shrinking in on itself- obviously as a defense mechanism. The poor boy.
With a sigh, you sat down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And I get that, I've done things like that before too- but you're both just kids…”
Tyrone whispered out a ‘yeah’ and leaned into your build. “I'm frustrated, but I know thinking stuff out in the midst of battle is hard” you comforted, patting Tyrone’s back. “Don't beat yourself up, you're both trying your best.”
Pulling Tyrone closer, you give him a kiss on the forehead. “Doing great, you're both strong for agreeing to help us all fix the entanglement.”
Before you could even process it, a flash of light blinded you for a second. When you blinked back your eyesight you saw Tandy sitting where Tyrone just was, “I want one too” she said- more like demanded. “A kiss, right here.” Tandy then pointed to her forehead, staring at you intently.
“Alright sweetheart, calm your horses.” Leaning down again you place a kiss on Tandy’s forehead too, just like you did with Tyrone.
“I worry for you both, please just wait next time.” Pulling Tandy closer, she snuggles up into your side- almost demanding all of your warmth for her and Tyrone to have, all to themselves.
It didn't take a detective to find out his hands weren't what they used to be, and while they had recovered it was still difficult from time to time.
This was one of those times.
Strange sat on the floor, legs crossed and staring down at his hands. His stare was intense, and he was definitely deep in thought- bad thoughts, you knew it all too well. Hands shaking as they laid in his lap, his fingers twitch involuntarily every few seconds.
You took it upon yourself to help him, as his partner it was a duty you took up because you knew he couldn't stop himself when he was like this. Taking his hands in yours, you pulled him onto your lap- it was comical, his large frame on top of yours when usually it'd be the other way around.
“You're doing it again,” you said, raising his hands and cupping them together before giving his knuckles a kiss. “Looking like you hate it.”
“I do” he replied, leaning his head on yours and making eye contact. “My life would've been different.” There was silence, he'd never brought that longing up before- but you knew. He wanted a normal life, he longed for it at times.
“Yeah”, you pause and look him right in the eye, “but then I'd never have met you. That'd be devastating.” You take a pout, which gets a chuckle out of him.
His hands resting on your shoulders, your hands on top of his. “Yeah” he mimics you.
The quiet between the two of you is calm, tame, and neither of you want to break it. But you do anyways, “I know it's hard for you, but you know more than anyone that dwelling on the past isn't good.”
Steven groaned quietly, turning his hand to look away before your hand shot up and grabbed his jaw- forcing him to look at you. “Hey. Don't go doing that, don't close yourself off from me.” The tone you used was demanding, yet still soft. “Love you too much to not want your baggage” you joke, smiling up at him.
Blush decorated his face, flushing over your assertiveness. Your hand on his face warmed the skin underneath, it almost burned under your hand. “Right.” He mutters, resting his forehead on yours.
With a proud smile you lean in and give him a kiss, your hand moving from his jaw to his cheek- carding through his facial hair and scratching at it slightly. His hands on your shoulders tighten their grip before moving to your upper back where he holds you close.
(Platonic)
Being friends with a living tree was an interesting thing to process, especially after learning he could talk (albeit only 3 words). Groot was a kind, gentle soul- tree, he always seemed to understand.
It was a quiet day, the two of you were talking out in a forest. Well, Groot was walking, you were on his shoulder and enjoying the view. After gaining permission from the Guardians, you took Groot to a broken part of some random universe where everything had become overgrown- assuming he'd enjoy the nature.
Which he did.
In fact, he enjoyed it a lot. So much so that he sat down halfway through your walk and just leaned on a tree. Your back hit the tree too, but it didn't bother either of you, instead you rested your hand on top of Groots head and patted it- even with how uncomfortable it was with all the spikes.
“I am Groot” he looked up at you. “What's that buddy?” You glanced down, leaning forward to see him better.
“I am Groot” he repeats, holding up his hand this time. In-between his fingers was a flower, painted a pretty blue.
“Oh Groot, it's beautiful” reaching down, you grasp the flower and bring it closer to get a better look. You can see little bugs scurry along the petals, little ants and a ladybug. “Is this for me?”
“I am Groot” he replied, smiling up at you. “Thank you Groot, I really appreciate it.” Leaning down you place a quick peck on his head, watching as the area where the kiss was planted sprouted little tiny flowers.
A pizza box was thrown into the dinner table, Clint walking past it after he dropped it into the table. He was freshly done with a game/mission and all he wanted to do was take a shower and eat junk- hence the pizza.
He paused at the bedroom door, which was cracked open, and stood there for a second before leaning forward to look inside. There he spotted you, laying on the bed on your stomach- watching a show on your shared laptop. With a grin, he opened the door and walked in as quietly as the ronin could (which was very).
Standing at the edge of the bed he peered down at the computer- some action show was playing and he could tell you weren't paying too much attention to it. Hell, you were dozing off a little, head tilting down every now and then before snapping up. ‘Adorable’, he thought to himself.
It was pretty dark outside, arguably he thought you should be asleep by now, but he knew how you were- wanting to stay up and see him come home. Raising his leg he got onto the bed, trapping your legs in-between his. Before you could even realize what was going on he flipped down, trapping you underneath him. The bed dipped under his weight not adding onto yours, and his arms wrapped around your neck.
“Hey there sweetheart” he grins, leaning his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. “Clint! You scared me” you muttered, turning and bumping his nose with yours.
A laugh bubbles from his chest, verberating into your back as he does so. “Sorry baby, couldn't help it. So happy you waited for me.” He said, cuddling up and tightening his grip on you. “I got dinner.”
You let out a hum, shutting the laptop and moving it to the side table. Shuffling the bed sheets around you leaned onto your side, bringing Barton with you, and then turning around to meet him face to face. “You stink.”
“Wha- hey! I just got back, give me a break.” He cried out, crowding your space with how close he held you. His cheek nuzzles into your hair and acts all hurt.
“Take a shower before you stink up our bed” you draw out, pretending to push him away while laughing. “C'mon, just a quick one?”
Clint pretended to think, staring at the wall behind you for a minute or two. “Alright,” he let go of you and leaned up on his arm “but give me a kiss first?” bargaining was all a part of his game.
You scoffed at his comment, but leaned up and placed a hand on his chest anyways. “Just don't use all the hot water” you mutter before leaning in and giving him a kiss. He quickly deepened the kiss, grabbing a hold of the back of your head and groaning into it before pulling away quickly- leaving you a little dazed from the unexpectedness and how tired you were.
“Alright, Pizza’s on the table.”
The TV was on and one of the various streaming platforms was open, as Hela has graciously agreed to watch a show with you. She always claimed modern entertainment was under her, but for her lover she could make an exception- you had basically begged her, saying it was something she might like. So here she is, sitting on the plush couch and an arm wrapped around your shoulder.
Television wasn't her thing, being the old fashioned gal she was- and the fact that Asgardian entertainment was very different, but if you thought it would be something she might like she'd give it a try.
You pointed the remote at the screen, scrolling until you found it and clicked play on it. Hela didn't particularly care for the name or intro sequence, using the hand over your shoulder to play with your hair. Her face was close to yours, you could feel her breath on your ear if you focused hard enough.
Eventually though, something had piqued her interest- and while she did continue to play with your hair, she slowly let her attention go to the screen. It was a history show, or something that played on actual history, so interesting how it was different to Asguardian texts.
Your hair laid on her shoulder and you grabbed her hand now resting idly on your shoulder, intertwining your fingers together. “Thank you for watching with me” you mutter, rolling your eyes up to look at her face. “I really appreciate it.”
The response she gave was different from what you were expecting- a simple hum of acknowledgement- instead she leaned down and kissed the side of your head. “You mortals get excited over the smallest thing, I find it… endearing.” She said, leaning her head on yours, “only when it's you though” she corrected herself quietly.
I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, and a large soda.
Memes aside, could you do 🥰🫀🍒 for Storm, Luna Snow, and Black Widow?
Love your work and Happy Valntines Day!
Thanks for cooking so hard as well!
I feel like a drive through worker taking these orders /j Happy Valentines day to you too, thank you so much for the kind words :) Also this is pretty long so it's going under a read more :3
🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?
When Natasha first realizes she actually has a crush on someone, she’s taken aback by her own emotions for a bit. From her time in the Red Room and even in her current work she’s gotten used to faking emotions and faking love as a means of getting what she needs for the mission. But this is real and rare and honestly a bit intimidating, and that actually manages to throw the capable spy off for a few days.
Luckily with all of her training Natasha is able to hide her nerves and the fact that she’s now actually a bit flustered around you. Her mind has always been sharp but around you it becomes hard to focus. The normally composed Black Widow takes a few moments to think of her words. Her actions around you seem more stilted as opposed to her usual fast instincts.
Natasha knows that with her training and skills she could probably seduce just about anyone, but that’s not the real her. It’s just an act to manipulate a target, and you’re not a target, you’re a person she cares deeply about. She wants you to be in love with the real her, not some act she puts on. So, while it’s hard not to turn on the charm around you, Natasha commits herself to pursuing you like a ‘normal’ person would. Or as close to normal as a super spy can get.
🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted?
Natasha is extremely good at reading other people, to the point where she might know that you’re upset before you even realize it. Since she’s able to recognize your emotions so quickly, most likely before you want to talk about anything, she’ll start by doing something small for you. For example, she’ll make you your favorite drink and just silently leave it with you so you have some alone time to process your emotions. Once you are ready to talk to her or if you need some physical comfort, Natasha is ready for you with open arms.
Sometimes Natasha has a rough day when memories of the Red Room resurface. It’s hard for her to push the the memories and thoughts out of her head once they appear, so Natasha really appreciates it when you can help distract her. Her favorite way of being comforted is laying down in your arms as you talk to her about whatever, it could literally just be you rambling about your day. It’s very grounding for her to just lay in your arms and let your warmth and voice drown out the memories.
🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)
Natasha arguably has the most experience with romantic relationships and intimacy out of all of the rivals cast. In her decades as a super spy she seduced countless people for personal gain, but she has also had genuine flings and relationships with other heroes. Natasha absolutely knows what she’s doing with you, and that confidence is definitely noticeable when you two are together. If you feel intimidated by how much confidence she has, Nathasha is extremely understanding. She’s happy to take it slow with you, or help you gain more confidence together ;)
In terms of any special skills, Natasha has literal training in how to seduce people. End of headcannons, let your imagination carry you-
But seriously, with just a few weeks of dating Natasha is able to become an expert in just how to get you going. She can tell just from your body language where and how you prefer to be kissed, when you want her to be a bit rougher with you, or how to make an excited shiver run up your spine with just one touch. Of course that doesn’t stop her from asking you questions she already knows the answer to just to see you get flustered. And, of course, it’s never a good idea to lie to the super spy.
🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?
Luna is much more bold when she has a crush. While other people might try to keep their feelings secret and wait to see any signs that you like them back, once Luna knows that she really likes you she is going all in. She’s always followed her heart, and if her heart is telling her that she wants to be with you she’s not going to sit around and wait for something to happen.
You get so much special treatment from her. You get the best seats to her shows, previews of her upcoming music, and if you're also a hero you get healing as soon as you have the tiniest scratch.
When Luna has a crush on you you’re on her mind almost 24/7, and she’ll do her best to figure out ways to include you in whatever she’s doing. She has to pick up some groceries, want to get your shopping done together? You weren’t assigned to it but she’d feel so much safer if you join her on her next mission!
It’s probably pretty obvious to everyone around you that she likes you, some people might even assume that you’re both already together. If you’re seemingly oblivious to all of Luna’s flirting she honestly finds it endearing, especially if it’s clear that you like her back.
🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted?
When Luna notices you’re upset, her goal is to try and make you smile or laugh. Even if it’s just a small smile, Luna will make a really bad joke to lift your spirits a little and hopefully break up any negative spiral you might be in. Of course if the situation is really serious, Luna can read the room and understand you may need to cry or just experience those negative emotions before you move on. In that case Luna will be there to give you a comforting hug, not wanting you to feel alone while you’re hurting.
When Luna is upset, her night will instantly improve if you set up a little night in for the both of you. Luna’s most common source of frustration is just how many expectations are placed on her as a pop star and a hero. So to have you take some time to set up something small for her would make Luna feel so appreciated. Just some takeout and a movie together on the couch is all she needs to start to release some of the tension that was building up in her shoulders. Oh and of course some kisses from you are required too.
🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)
Luna has a lot of admirers as an international pop star, but her main focus has always been on her two careers. That’s not to say that Luna is totally inexperienced, she’s been in a couple relationships before, but she’s probably less experienced than you might think an international pop star would be. But that doesn’t mean that Luna is shy, she’s actually really excited to experience anything that might be new with you. In the beginning of your relationship there’s definitely an intense honeymoon period where Luna just wants to do everything with you.
With Luna’s ice powers, she’s a bit reckless with where she gives you hickeys. When you’re making out her kisses will trail high up on your neck where no reasonable collar would be able to cover the now brightly colored skin. After you lightly complain that you’re not going to be able to cover up the marks she gave you, she’s able to use her powers to make her hands personal ice packs to help soothe the bruises. It’s the best of both worlds, she gets to give you all the hickies she wants and gets to gently hold you as you cuddle afterwards.
🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?
Storm is also someone who’s going to pursue you more directly. She knows that time is a precious resource, and she’s never been the kind of person to just sit by. However, Storm also greatly respects your autonomy, she knows it’s not a given that you’ll like her back. So her flirting will be subtle at first as she tries to pick up on any hints that you may like her back.
Storm likes giving you soft flirtatious touches. She’s a big fan of the classic “Let me fix your hair”, or sitting down very close next to you so you brush up against each other. Her touch is always light and gentle just in case it’s not wanted, but she has a warm smile on her face as she notices you subconsciously lean into her.
If you’re a fellow hero Storm would love to train or exercise with you. She appreciates any one on one time she gets with you, but there’s just so much opportunity to flirtatiously tease you when you’re both working out together. Plus, Storm can’t help but show off her strength a bit in hopes of impressing you. While she does offer you practical advice, there are a lot of double entendres and charged touches.
🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted?
Storm is a great listener and with her own variety of life experiences she gives really great advice if you’d like some. Storm's presence never feels judgemental, no matter what state you’re in or what you’re upset about. But Storm has a hard time sitting still when someone she cares about has a problem. She’ll always ask if there’s anything she can do for you after you’re done speaking. Even if you say no she’ll still try and do something small whether that's getting you a snack or cleaning your living space a bit; just anything she thinks will help alleviate any of your stress.
Storm enjoys having a bit of space at first when she’s upset, she just needs some time to calm herself down alone because she can be easily irritated when she’s upset. Once she isn’t afraid of accidentally being snappy with you, she enjoys talking to you about whatever her problem is. Even if you don’t have any advice, Storm finds it useful to say her thoughts out loud because it helps her think of what she should do next. Storm also really appreciates it if you cuddle her while she talks/rants at you lol.
🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)
Storm also has a good amount of experience with relationships and being intimate with people. While she’s confident in her skills, she doesn’t outwardly display that, and she especially never acts cocky about it. While she’s been with other people in the past, every intimate act the two of you do is new in Storm’s eyes as you’re a unique person. Storm is great at uplifting you if you ever feel nervous or insecure. Despite Storm being the Goddess, she frequently makes you feel like you’re being worshiped.
If you’re into strong, dominant women (which lets be real if you’re dating Storm you are) Storm has plenty of experience with being in charge. She’s strong and gentle, never demeaning or rude, but a firm hand that guides you in all the right directions. Even when she’s being dominant and maybe a bit rough, Storm just has this presence that you can’t help but trust completely. You might get a little zap if you’re being a tease though.
Angst/Hurt comfort prompt of do they have any fears snd insecurities in your relationship~
With Magik, Scarlet Witch and Squirrel girl~. I totally picked two girls who would definitely have either insecurities and/or fears.
Magik knows that she comes with a lot of baggage. Firstly, her childhood wasn’t happy at all. She still carries a lot of trauma from being brought to Limbo against her will and everything that comes with growing up in what is essentially hell. Now that Illyana has come to be the ruler of Limbo, she is simultaneously more free from Limbo but also even more tied to it.
Illyana is committed to you, she wants this relationship to last in whatever way you like - whether that's being partners for life or getting married. But Illyana can’t help but worry; who would want to marry into Limbo? Limbo is not an easy place to exist in by any means, and Illyana would never want you to feel forced to live in Limbo just to stay with her. But how is a relationship between you two going to be stable if she has to constantly hop between dimensions?
Really the only way to help Illyana with these worries is to have a serious conversation about where you both want to be in the future, and where you want Limbo to be in that future. Illyana is the kind of person who feels better with a plan. Even if that plan changes, just knowing that you’re making preparations to stick around for the long haul makes her feel much better.
Wanda worries about protecting you, both from external threats and herself. Wanda is essentially the only thing holding her entire dimension together. Of course that was a lot of pressure before but now that she has you, someone she cares about so deeply that it almost scares her. She had no idea what she would do if she were to lose you, which makes protecting this reality all the more important to her.
The only issue is, the thing holding this reality together is Wanda’s skills in chaos magic. And, I mean, it’s called chaos magic for a reason. It’s highly unpredictable and unstable even for someone as powerful and experienced as Wanda. While she has learned to master an impressive part of it there’s always a chance that chaos magic will cause chaos and hurt you in the process.
It’s a vicious cycle. In order to protect you she needs to learn more advanced chaos magic, but the more powerful she becomes the more danger she poses to you. Wanda feels like she’s walking on a razor’s edge, maintaining enough knowledge to protect you and the reality you both live in without experimenting with any spells she thinks have too great a risk of backfiring and hurting you.
Unfortunately for both you and Wanda there's not much you can do to fix this situation. Wanda can’t just give up on protecting the universe. But any comfort you offer Wanda, whether it’s verbal or physical, brings a smile to her face and reminds her why she’s working so hard.
While Doreen comes off as extremely confident in herself, she does sometimes worry about you thinking that she’s annoying or ‘too much’. While she tries not to give much thought to what others think of her, you’re different. Doreen needs you in her life, and she can’t stand the idea of you starting to grow cold towards her.
She occasionally has been told by other people that she’s too loud, talks too much, has too much energy, or makes too many jokes. Comments like that can get to anyone, even Doreen. To top it all off she’s even got pretty eccentric powers. Some other heroes don’t seem to have a lot of respect for someone who’s skill is talking to squirrels.
You don’t give Doreen reason to think that you find her annoying in any way, but if you’re suddenly not able to spend as much time with Doreen as you normally do she’ll get worried. Doreen is an open book so she’ll most likely just straight out ask if you're bothered by her. All Doreen needs from you when she’s worried like this is some assurance that you love her the way she is, and maybe some cuddles on the couch.
The do they prefer being sweet and soft or sensual and steamy prompt. With Illyana/Magik, Doreen green/Squirrel girl and Wanda maximoff Scarlet Witch.
Yay! The first ask of the event! Thank you so much for getting us started with a great combination of prompts and characters :) Also this is my first time writing something more on the suggestive side 😳
🍫 - Do they prefer being sweet and soft or sensual and steamy?
Illyana definitely naturally leans into being sensual and steamy with you. Her fiery attitude translates to passionate kisses where she wastes no time in closing the gap between the two of you with intensity. Tongue, and sometimes teeth, clash as she places a hand on the back of your head to keep the two of you close.
Illyana also delights in watching you squirm a bit. She’s a muscular, strong woman and she knows what flexing those muscles can do to you.
One of Illyana’s favorite things is to grab you by the waist, a little rough but never painful as you can feel her hands squeeze your flesh, and then she pushes you up against the nearest wall. She braces her other arm up against the wall above or near your head, the perfect angle for her to smirk at you and watch your flustered reaction as her hand that is still near your waist explores your skin a bit. As it becomes impossible to maintain eye contact with Illyana, her hand moves to grab your chin and pull your face closer to her for a rough kiss.
🍫 - Do they prefer being sweet and soft or sensual and steamy?
Despite Wanda’s occasional attitude, at the end of the day she still desires the most simple and domestic things. A warm and welcoming home, a nice homemade meal, and her partner’s arms to rest in at night. Wanda's kisses and touches lean more towards the sweet and soft side of the spectrum.
Her soft lips place gentle and loving kisses to your own as her hands cup your face. Her touch is warm and frequently switches where on your body it’s placed as she appreciates and memorizes your figure.
Despite all of the soft and fluffy things, Wanda can be a bit of a tease at times too. If you’re together but out in public or some other setting where heavy PDA is frowned on, she’ll casually place her hand low or your hip or whisper something teasing in your ear as she passes by you. All in an effort to work you up while you’re someplace that neither of you can do anything about it. Her eyes twinkle with mischief and excitement as she wonders how you’ll both handle yourselves in the privacy of your home.
🍫 - Do they prefer being sweet and soft or sensual and steamy?
Doreen Green, the silliest of the sillies. Everything with this girl is giggles and smiles, even her kisses. She is 100% on board with everything sweet and soft.
Even as you make out Doreen will randomly draw back from the kiss to shower you in what feels like hundreds of quick kisses all over your face with the hopes of making you giggle.
As you stand in your shared living space Doreen comes up behind you, complaining about how she’s tired after a day of fighting bad guys. Her face tucks into the curve between your shoulder and neck as she leaves a couple quick kisses on your skin. Her arms wrap around your waist and you can feel her thumbs absentmindedly rub comforting circles against your skin. You can vaguely tell Doreen mumbles “Love you”, against the skin of your neck but it’s muffled as her face is still pressed against you.
If you approach Doreen with a more dominant and seductive attitude, however, she’s immediately reduced to a stuttering and blushy mess. Pull something similar to the Magik move on Doreen and she will be putty in your hands.
my inbox is officially open for the valentines day prompts! You can find the prompt list here :) I'm really excited to get started on what gets sent in (˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧ Also, I'm super curious to see what the most requested characters and prompts end up being.
Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.
Reader(you) is referred to as ‘Chef’, no appearance mentioned.
Restaurant masterlist
Characters: Steven Grant (Moon Knight), Doctor Strange, Namor, Squirrel Girl
Ah yes, the second- or third depending on who you ask- day of the week, how exciting. It's another shorter day from the rest of the week, but there's still plenty to do. Knowing the regulars that come in, the day won't require too much stress. So with a yawn, you flip the door sign to ‘open’ and get to work.
Again, the day is roughly spent doing some chores; cleaning, dusting, prepping ingredients. You also decided to make a warm soup base, mostly just for fun, maybe you'll make it a special edition to the menu for the day- yeah, that sounds good. Taking a deep inhale of the steam releasing from the pot of simmering soup, it spreads throughout the kitchen and makes the atmosphere even better.
‘ding’ the door rings as it opens, and you put the lid back on the pot to let it continue to cook and stay warm. Ladle in hand, you walk out and greet your first customer- not expecting who to see. He wasn't not a regular, but always welcome in the walls of the restaurant. His bright white suit a stark contrast to the darker colors of the walls.
“Hey you! Whichever one it is.. take a seat buddy” gesturing around to the empty place, the hero(?) nods and takes the space of a booth to himself. The hood is brought down and his mask follows, a smile sat on his face.
“Hey yourself- oh it smells good, what are you making?” He asks, leaning forward like it'll give him a better smell. “Oh, that's just a soup base, I'm not sure what to do with it yet” you replied, waving a menu in front of him as an offering but he refuses.
“Just my regular Tofu please- and some of that soup if you don't mind!” He leans on his hand, still a bright smile on his face. “You got it Steven. It'll be a minute, I wasn't expecting you today”.
“You never do” he calls out as you walk away, his comment makes the both of you give out a chuckle. He was right.
Steven sat quietly, tapping his hand on the table as he hummed along to the random song playing. It was catchy, most certainly, he'd have to ask for the playlist you've got later- he always forgets to.
Your claims of it taking long were a lie, it doesn't take long to cook tofu, vegetables, and rice. The tray is sat on the table as you set the plate of food in front of him, along with a bowl full of soup that steamed and has chunks of potatoes floating in it. “Enjoy, Steven”, to which he responded with “you know I will, chef” with a nod as he grabbed the spoon to try the soup first.
Before you even got the chance to go back to the kitchen, another customer entered the store, a regular of the day this time.
“Ah, Chef! It is a grace to be in my presence” he says, holding out a largely wrapped item to them “prepare my usual with this, it is fresh so take good care of it.”
“Right…” you say, eyeing the wrapped item before grabbing it, “you always know how to flatter me, Namor…”
The wrap is lifted slightly just to come eye to eye with a fish, it's dead eye looking… somewhere? Steven leans forward to see, and so you give him the satisfaction of seeing it by lifting the cloth more and gesturing it towards him. He staggers back into the seat with a quiet “eugh” and it gives you a good laugh.
Namor sits in one of the bigger booths in the corner, it's supposed to sit a party of 10 but when you tried telling him that the first time he came he claimed he was a king and deserved such seating. Fighting him on it was useless, he was relentless on his choice so eventually you just gave up on it, not like you got large parties anyways.
Carrying the big fish that might've been a trout into the back you debate on how you'll prepare it. He never tells you how he wants it, and usually he doesn't complain whatever you do with it which is nice. Something basic for today will do.
Steven keeps glancing at Namor from across the restaurant, trying to focus on his food.
“You keep looking at me, is it because I am a king?” Namor calls out, smirking as he leans forward on the table, “of course it is! You humans always are befuddled with beautiful royalty like me” he boasts, the proudest look on his face.
“Well… Not really” Steven muttered in reply, swirling the soup around with his spoon.
“Excuse me? Then why do you stare? Do you not like my presence? All you humans are the same” Namor scoffed, his fists laying on the table as he flared over at Steven.
“What? No! It's not that, it's-!” Steven stammers, trying to save himself from this hole. “It's nothing like that Namor, give poor Steven a break” you butt in, holding a large platter in your hands. “He's a vegan, he doesn't eat any animal products, that's all.” You set down the platter full of assorted sushi in front of Namor, “he doesn't find it okay to do such things to animals, but he doesn't mean anything insulting and he won't argue with you.”
“Ah… I did not know humans were so dumb” Namor responded, grabbing a piece of sushi and eating it without complaint. “Watch it buddy, I'm a human too- and last time I checked I'm the one making your food” with a playful glare you turn around and shoot a smile at Steven, who has a hand on his chest and taking deep breaths- he gives a really awkward smile in return.
Sanitizing the kitchen doesn't take long, but the smell of fish lingers around it. A small bowl is picked out and filled with soup, some soy sauce and basil added to it specially. You figured you'd try and appeal to Namor’s tastes while he's here, being nice got you a big tip with him, and who doesn't like money? He looks at the bowl before looking up at you, “what is this?”
“Soup”
“I did not order this”
“I know, it's uh…” shoot, you can't tell him it's because you need to get rid of it! “Complimentary, to my favorite King of the Sea!”
Imaginary sweat fell down your brow and he raised a brow at that, but the feeling went away quickly as he smiled with pride. Idiot.
“Of course I am! Everyone should love me as much as you do” he says, picking up the bowl and downing it. “Delicious, give me more” he demanded, holding out the bowl for you to take.
“You got it, your majesty…” sometimes you forget how bossy he was, you complain to yourself as you take the bowl from his hands.
Steven stands up and adjusts the armor on his chest, “right, I've got to get going.” He pulls out a $20 and waves it in your direction, “this,” he nods to the bill “is for today.” He sets it down on the table. “And this,” he pulls out another $20 “is for next time, because I know someone will forget to pay again.”
Both of you laugh at that, because it was absolutely a true statement. “I appreciate it Steven, say hello to your God for me... I always forget his name, is that rude?” You mutter the end part, walking into the back to grab more soup.
Steven chooses not to comment on the last part, simply waving as he opens the door and walks out. Namor pays no mind to anything going on, enjoying his extremely fresh sushi with as much joy as a man like him can have.
It's quiet for a while, other than the sound of you messing around in the kitchen. Getting a refill for the soup was easy, and you even switched out the bowl for something of regular size, he's a man with a large stomach- somehow, his waist is so small and yet he eats so much. You ponder on his workout routine as you walk out to give the bowl to him. No comment about your thoughts are made.
Another customer enters before you get the chance to go busy yourself with something in the kitchen, but he doesn't use the door as others do. Instead he walks through a portal of orange that appeared near the bar area and takes a seat, waving you over gently.
“Doctor, a pleasure to see you. I hear a lot has been going on with you recently” you place a hand on his shoulder as a comfort. He looks at you from over his shoulder and offers a smile.
“There has, but I'll be alright in the end. The sorcerer supreme will always prevail” he signs, resting his hands on the bar counter. “My usual please, and a pot of tea.”
“Any specific kind? I've got a large variety.”
“Any is fine, I'm not particular about it.”
You let out a quiet hum and left him be, opting to pick up the dishes Steven had used. With the plate and bowl on your hands you walk back to the kitchen and place them in the sink rather roughly, they were fine, your dishes were the best of the best- that minimum wage could buy.
Setting a kettle on the stove, you check to see if there's water. Once confirmed there's water, you turn on the stove and go rummage through a cabinet, grabbing a bunch of tea boxes and looking at the favores. With a few in your arms you work out and set them down next to the Doctor, “I can't pick…” you mutter and look away. Strange just chuckles and picks up the boxes to take a look himself.
“Why would anyone want to change anything about water, it is great on its own” Namor says, raising his voice so he knows that both you and Steven heard him.
Steven pays no mind, simply holding up two boxes of tea and comparing the two. You, on the other hand, take the time to make conversation.
“Many people make tea, sometimes it's just because it tastes good and sometimes it's because it can have medicinal values. Y'know, like when you've got a sore throat ‘n stuff.” you said all matter-a-factly. Namor stares at you like you're crazy before scoffing and going back to his food.
“This one, please” Steven said, holding out a box of Rooibos tea to show off the winner. “You got it, Doc” you point finger guns at him with a wink- which gets a ghost of a laugh from him- and take all the boxes and leave.
While waiting for the water to boil you prepare his sandwich. Cutting slices of cheese and laying meats gently on before busting out a pan.
“How is it on your end, in New York? Obviously it's not as great as being underwater, but I've heard many people talk of the…” Namor pauses in thought, “the big apple.” Steven barked out a laugh at that, hearing such a closed off from the outside world person say ‘big apple’ in such a hesitant way.
“It's stressful, that's for sure. My question is why someone like you is asking that.” Strange turns around to look at Namor while they talk. “What do you mean ‘someone like you’? I can ask questions and be a.. considerate person like anyone else. I am simply curious about how everyone else is handling the mess that is the universe collapsing.” Namor lifts his head in arrogance, his tone was borderline threatening near the beginning but leveled out quickly.
They both just stared at each other, almost like they were challenging one another to say something. The tension was thick- and mostly came from Namor, but it was there nonetheless.
“Here you go, Strange!...” You said, walking out of the kitchen. Pausing and looking from side to side at them both, awkward - possibly sexual - tension? Placing his Philly cheesesteak in front of him along with a cup of tea, you pat his shoulder and awkwardly walk backwards- hitting the counter on the way back to the kitchen.
It didn't take love for Strange to turn back around, his level headedness showing as he calmingly proceeds to eat his sandwich and drink his tea. There's still tension, but it lessens as the two men continue to eat and think their own thoughts.
“Hey-o! Squirrel in the house!” The door bursts open, Doreen’s arms are up in the air as Tippy Toe sits on her head. Namor shows distaste in the loud arrival with an annoyed look on his face, but he doesn't say anything and just grubles into his bowl of soup (which he was thoroughly enjoying beforehand).
She takes a look around the restaurant before huffing and putting her hands down, “tough crowd, huh Tippy?” the tiny squirrel chitters back at her in reply and moved to her shoulder, further away from everyone else. “It's whatever, I just want some dinner- oh hey Steven! Fancy seeing you here pal” she says, walking over to the doctor and patting a hand on his back (more like slapped, he definitely lurched forward a bit from the impact- but he makes no comment on it).
“Doreen, a pleasure to see you again” Strange replies, taking a swig of his tea after he does. “Likewise, Doctor Sorcerer! I didn't know you enjoyed chowing down at this place,” she says, turning so her back leans on the bar counter “yeah, this place is pretty underground if I do say so myself. I'm definitely the number one patron” the bragging begins, but it's all in good fun.
“I'm sorry to say missy, but you aren't exactly number one…” you say, walking out with a hot bowl of soup, “how about something warm while you wait? Your usual, yeah?” Doreen sighs, and takes a seat at a table, “yes please! I'm starved, so is Tippy.”
“I bet,” you say, setting the bowl down and reaching to bet the little squirrel “you are just the cutest thing, every time I see you. Yes you are” you baby the little critter, rubbing it's cheeks and scratching behind the ears. “Man, I'm kinda jealous with how much you fawn over him” Doreen jokes, leaning on the table with a smirk, “no praise for little ol’ me?”
You let out a chuckle and look down at her, “If you really want it, I can provide” letting go of Tippy Toe you boop her nose and turn to go into the kitchen.
“You humans never cease to amaze me, such joy about nothing” Namor says, standing up and pushing hair strands out of his face. He sets the empty bowl on top of the equally empty plate and then pulls out a leather pouch that was hooked on his pants. He doesn't even bother to open it and just slams the pouch on the table, glancing at Doreen before smirking as he knows she's amazed and possibly thinking he's the number one patron (which he obviously is, in his mind).
Neither Doreen or Steven say a thing as Namor walks out of the establishment, chest up in pride.
“What a vibe killer” Doreen sighs, sipping at the soup with a spoon. Strange hums in agreement and gets up himself. “It appears it's my time to go as well- enjoy your meal, Doreen Green” he bids farewell, taking out a $20 and setting it between the counter and a plate. “Bye bye” she waves, leaning back in her seat and laying her head back to look up at the ceiling.
Tippy Toe sat curled around the bowl of soup, enjoying the warmth like he was a dog next to a fireplace. Doreen hummed along to the music in the background, tapping her finger along on the table and rocking her leg from side to side. Waiting came easy to her- while she was eccentric by nature, she knew how to be calm.
“Here you go Doreen,” you come out and place a plate in front of her “warm Pad Thai for my favorite queen of critters.”
“Queen of critters? Wow you know how to make a girl blush.” Doreen smiles, thanking you before digging in.
While she eats, you go around and pick up the dishes and sweet, sweet coin that was left by your generous customers. Thinking about it, you don't think Namor knew how much he was actually giving you- and Steven wasn't really fussy with money, or maybe they both knew and just didn't care.
“So,” Doreen starts, pausing to swallow her food first “if I'm not your number one customer, who is?” a valid question with an easy answer. “Easy, a special guy in a white suit stops by more than everyone else.”
“Wilson Fisk??” Her voice raises, concern etched on her face.
“What? Uh- no, the moon guy”
“Oh… Oh, him! Wait more than everyone else? I thought doors only opened once a week” she questioned, continuing to eat.
“Oh yeah, that's how it should work, I've got no idea how he does it.” You ponder about it for a moment before shrugging and sitting across from her.
“Makes sense for a guy like him” she says, picking her food meticulously to get a perfect bite. The two of you sit in silence like that, her eating her food while you pet and play with Tippy. Until eventually she's all done.
“Amazing as always, chef, thank you” Doreen smiles, standing up and offering up a $20 just like Strange did. “Thank you Doreen, I'm always happy to serve you.”
Tippy Toe chitters at you and then runs over to Doreen, climbing up her arm and onto her shoulder. “Tippy Toe loves coming here too, a big fan he is” she smiles and waves bye, Tippy seems to do the same.
With her gone that marks the end of the day, pocketing the money she gave you and picking up her dishes. You've got a sink full of dishes that needed to be done, so you've got some time to think about what you'll do for the rest of the day.
Okkk so maybe I won't do a weekly schedule (my mental health is acting up again smh I'll just post when I feel like it) but I'm planning like at least one little special on valentine's day.
I won't be opening requests for a while but I have drafts a plenty!
Hi everyone! Valentine's day is approaching, and as a reader insert blog of course we have to celebrate! So starting on Wednesday the 12th and ending at midnight that Sunday my askbox will be opened to all the following prompts! Each emoji corresponds to a question, and I put them into categories so you know what direction I'll be taking the question in. Just send in up to three emojis/questions and up to three characters, and I’ll write little headcannons or a blurb answering each question for those characters :) I'm going to do my best to answer every prompt within the event time so you'll get your Valentine's Day HCs on Valentines weekend lol.
fluff
❤️ - What would be their ideal way to celebrate Valentine’s day?
🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?
🌹 - Do they like grand romantic gestures or do they think stuff like that is too cheesy?
💋 - How do they kiss? What is their favorite kind of kiss?
🎁 - Are they a good gift giver? What kind of items would they gift you?
angst/hurt comfort
💔 - How do they handle arguments in the relationship?
🚩 - What is one red flag they display in the relationship? Are they aware of this habit or trait?
👹 - Do they have any fears or insecurities about their relationship?
🩸 - How would they react if you were injured?
🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted?
slightly spicy (none of the answers will be fully NSFW, but they'll be suggestive)
🍷 - What are they like when they’re drunk? Do they let sober thoughts become drunken actions?
💄 - Do they have a favorite outfit or style of clothing they like to see you wear?
🍫 - Do they prefer being sweet and soft or sensual and steamy?
❣️ - Do they tend to be dominant and take charge or do they follow your lead?
🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)
Here's a fun fact for you: Storm's power is directly related to her emotions and they can end up influencing the weather. Could you imagine her s/o trying to deal with that? Sometimes, it can be helpful to know how she's feeling. If Storm is sad and it's raining, s/o can try to be extra comforting around her. Other times, they don't know if it's Storm or if it's just the weather. Like s/o's biggest concern with an oncoming hurricane is worrying if they did something to make Storm that upset.
I actually didn't know that! Unfortunately I haven't read as many X-Men comics as I have for other marvel groups/characters.
You gave some more extreme examples, but my mind immediately went to those little static shock you sometimes you get from thick blankets or jackets. I feel like with Storm having those powers you'd definitely get lots of little shocks when you're with Storm. Most of the time she doesn't mean to do it on purpose, though I can see her occasionally giving you a harmless static shock as retaliation for teasing her. But when Storm comes home to you after a long day she's just so excited to see you that she, literally, can't control it. As she greets you and leans in for a quick kiss, suddenly you get a little shock from her lips! If you try and play it up like you've been hurt by her little shock Storm knows you're bluffing, but she's a sucker for you and she gives into your need for some affection and attention. The shocks might be surprising and mess with your hair but you definitely know she means it when she says she missed you.
im just checking your blog out and your blog display name got a good chuckle out of me first thing, i just want to let you know that LOVE UR WRITING KEEP IT UP
I'm so glad to hear that my display name is actually funny, I was worried I was the only one who would like it lmao
And thank you so much for the compliments and for checking everything out! Aside from my crippling addiction to Marvel Rivals, the super kind rivals x reader community is really what keeps me going on this blog :)
Description: The final part, preceded by Fool Me Once... , ...Shame on You , and Fool Me Twice...
You've been sent on a covert mission to distract the God of Mischief himself long enough to foil his plans. Unfortunately, this task becomes much harder when your target proves incredibly disarming.
Warnings/Disclaimers: Angst, reader starts out bound in chains, forbidden love. Gender neutral reader, reader is an expert in covert operations and deception.
A/N: Yeah I uh... ouchie. My heart hurt writing this. Apologies if the ending is a bit abrupt, but I didn't know how to continue it further without branching it off into a good/bad ending sort of thing.
Word Count: 1.6k
“This could have been so much easier for you…”
You flash awake with a start, your head snapping around the room you find yourself in. It’s… Loki’s. You’re in Loki’s room, and evidently you’d been sleeping on his bed. A throbbing pain starts in your head, and you bring a hand up to hold it as you shield your eyes from the daylight filtering through his window, but the movement is accompanied by the rattling of chain links.
“What…?” You stare down at the metal cuff clasped about your wrist, following its chain all the way down to where it’s bolted into the floor. An experimental tug of your other hand confirms that you’ve been restrained on both sides. Panic gnaws at the edges of your mind, but years of practice allows you to steel yourself against it, even if you can’t stop your hands from trembling slightly.
The click of heeled boots approaches from the hallway outside. Every muscle in your body tenses, but you know you need to stay calm. No sense in making your situation worse before you’ve been able to make a proper escape plan. As you expected, Loki appears from behind the door, clad in his full regalia, and he eyes you with disdain.
“Ah… the bird awakens in its gilded cage,” he notes idly as he removes his golden horned helm. He’s expecting a reaction, so instead you draw your lips into a thin line, denying him the satisfaction. That disappoints him greatly.
“I could have killed you, you know,” he remarks as he draws closer. His arms are tucked behind his back, and your eyes watch for any twitch of muscle in the event that he’s hiding some sort of weapon there.
You take the bait on his banter though, morbidly intrigued by this god’s intentions. “Why haven’t you, then? I thought you weren’t a coward,” you spit.
He curls his lip into a snarl before inhaling deeply and composing himself. Leaning forward, he harshly grips your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not,” he corrects you, his voice dripping with venom. “Besides, you are of more use to me alive than dead.”
You stare defiantly into those emerald eyes. He may be the master of lies and deception, but you detect a faint veneer of regret amidst the frustration that flares within him. Likely regret that he hadn’t chained you up sooner, you think. When he releases his hold, pushing your face to the side as he does so, your head spins with a myriad of emotions.
There is regret within you as well. Your defiance, your anger, is ignited by raw betrayal.
“Your friends have been detained,” he speaks suddenly, and you’re broken out of your thoughts as you feel dread crawling into your chest. He’s facing away from you now, his arms still clasped behind his back, and gazes out at Yggsgard from the window. Your mission, your whole reason for being here… had he seen through it all? As though he could read your mind, he tuts at you, eyeing you over his shoulder. “Really, did you think you could weasel your way into my palace so easily? You are lovely to look at, but clearly you’re not very bright.”
You have no response, hanging your head low and cursing yourself for not realizing it sooner. Not only had he seen through your every move--you were the very reason this mission had failed. You had let your guard down without realizing it.
“I… they’re still alive?” you finally ask.
Loki sighs, seemingly irritated by the question. “I am a trickster, not a murderer. I have no reason to kill them, so they live.” He explains it to you like it’s a concept that even a five year old should understand. It’s condescending, infuriating, and you grit your teeth to suppress every biting retort that bubbles in the back of your throat.
“We are still to be wed,” he states methodically, clearly ready to move on from the subject.
“And do your subjects know you have your spouse-to-be chained to your bed?”
To your surprise, he winces at that, turning to face you properly. “I had to take precautions. The illusion was slipping faster than I had anticipated. You seem to be too perceptive for your own good.”
You snort. “Comes with the job territory.”
A low, sinking feeling settles into the pit of your stomach as realization washes over you. You are to be wed. In your moment of clarity, you tried desperately to break free, to say no and get as far away from this dangerous man as possible while you had the chance. That wasn’t even the worst part. Had you been in your right mind, had you been with him longer under different circumstances… you very well may have said yes of your own accord.
“It was all a lie…” you breathe softly, huffing a laugh at yourself. “I don’t know why I expected anything else. Illusions, trickery, false love…” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
Loki’s eyes find the marble floors before he shuts them. “Love is not something I am allowed. And the heart is so easily toyed with.” Where there should be malice in his tone, you only hear bittersweet melancholy.
At every turn, this man seeks to confuse you, to wrench your heart from your chest and stomp it down into the earth. And at every turn you’ve allowed him to fool you again and again. You hiss through your teeth, willing the tears not to fall. Shame knots in your gut, squeezing your organs like a vice, and your bottom lip trembles.
“You should have killed me,” you utter in a shaky whisper. Your hands ball into fists where they rest atop your knees. “If there is any kindness in you, you would kill me instead of subjecting me to this.”
“I… cannot,” he replies, unable to look at you.
It fills you with unbridled rage. Calming your emotions is long forgotten as your nails dig painfully into your palms and your knuckles go white. “Why not!? Is this all a part of your sick plan? Does marrying me give you leverage against--”
“I WON’T!” he bellows suddenly, baring his teeth when his face snaps towards you. It startles you to silence, and your eyes widen as you frown and your brow furrows. The tension slowly fades from his body, his shoulders slouched as he regards you with misty eyes. “I… I won’t. I can’t. Not you.”
No. This is another trick. Even if every fiber of your being begs for it to be real, you can’t allow him to snake his way into your heart again. It hurts, and you can’t stop the tears that fall, but you can stand up to it this time.
“You tell me you cannot love, and then you expect me to believe that you won’t kill me simply because you can’t bring yourself to?” you retaliate with disdain.
“You… you have every right,” he relents, and that does catch you off-guard. “In another life, perhaps I…” He cuts himself off, turning on his heel and walking away from the bed. With a snap of his fingers, the metal cuffs on your wrists unclasp, falling to the silken bed sheets as you stare down at your wrists in shock.
He was the most confusing man you’d ever met. Perhaps the most tragic as well. It should be pathetic to see him look so wounded, but you only have one question on your mind.
So, as he stalks off towards the door to leave, you launch yourself from the bed. He doesn’t move, simply stopping in his tracks as he continues to face away. You don’t have time to think about how odd that is or why he does it. No, you just need to know. Your hand finds his shoulder and spins him around to face you. You have to know. His eyes widen when your fingers cup his cheek gingerly. When you pull him in for a kiss, you can taste the lingering salt of his tears.
But you had to know if it was real.
Any part of it. Illusions or no, your feelings still ran true even with a clear mind. Still, he had admitted that the heart was so easy to toy with.
So why did it sound like he was talking about himself?
Your answer comes with a sob, a broken breath whispered against your lips, as his hands rise to cradle the back of your head. The warmth of fresh tears dampens your palm. His fingers claw into the back of your scalp as his lips press deeper, needier, craving the warmth and safety of your kiss. Your arm wraps around his neck to keep him close, and you feel the tears falling down your own face.
This was forbidden. To stay with him was to be an accomplice to the atrocities he’s committed to secure his reign. Even if this mission had failed, you knew he had to be thwarted, and you knew you had to be a part of it. When your lips part and your eyes meet his, you can see that same conflict brewing behind verdant green irises. Your fingertips run soothingly along his cheekbone, and his eyes flutter closed as he swallows back another sob.
“You have to leave,” he finally whispers, the words torturous upon his lips when his eyelids flicker open. His forehead presses against yours, and his hands come to rest gingerly on either side of your face. “I cannot bring myself to cage you.”
“Tomorrow, then,” you murmur with a bittersweet smile. “I would stay with you tonight, at least.”
Prompt: “could you do Moon knight, Bucky and any other character of your choice with another avatar of a Greek gods?” - anon request
Author’s note: I tried to keep which God you are the avatar of vague so you can imagine whatever kinds of powers/backstory you’d like. Also I’m not sure if the requester wanted the HCs to be romantic or platonic but I think these can be read either way.
Warnings: None!
When Hela sees you for the first time she is immediately intrigued by your presence, for better or worse. She can tell that you are definitely no god yourself, yet she can sense that you have brushed with divinity frequently. She has had brief, and awkward, conversations with Moon Knight about his connection to Khonsu so she realizes that you must also be an avatar. But an avatar of which god? As much as Hela likes to pretend she’s all knowing and above childish emotions like curiosity, she can’t satiate her burning desire to know more until she finally talks to you for herself.
Hela approaches you with her usual confident smirk and a snide comment about how there appears to be “yet another mortal avatar running about”. As you share your first conversation Hela's face is stoic as she bluntly asks you her burning questions, but if you are observant enough you can see an amused look in her eye. Hela is pleasantly surprised, you are far more interesting to her than Khonsu’s little knight.
As Hela learns more about your relationship with your god she says she finds herself even more thankful for her dominion over death, preferring to rely on her legions of Hel to do her bidding over having some weak and fickle human. A lot of your conversations have this same energy lol. It sometimes feels like the goddess looks down on you, but it’s undeniable that she enjoys your presence simply because she keeps coming back to you.
A lot of the other heroes think that Hela has it out for you with how much she picks on you. It isn’t common for Hela to have good intentions for anybody outside of herself, not even her own brothers. But with all the time you’re starting to spend with the goddess of death, you’re able to pick up on the subtle tone of affection in her voice when she speaks to you. Even if her words are just as demeaning as what she would say to others.
If you have a more adversarial relationship with your God, Hela is always eager to listen to your complaints and she always takes your side on arguments. Hela doesn’t have many good relationships with the other gods but she likes you, so as far as she’s concerned you’re always right. Hela also loves stirring the pot between other gods, so sometimes she’ll give you less violent ways to get back at your god. For example, she’ll tell you stories of something embarrassing that happened to your god centuries ago and then tell you to bring it up to your god whenever they start to bother you.
To be completely honest, the Moon Knight system doesn’t pay you much mind when you first join the fight for the multiverse. The Fist of Khonshu is here to carry out his god’s will so his senses are focused on the mission at hand, not necessarily the people around him. Marc knows you’re there as he’s cautiously aware of all the people around him, but it’s the old bird who brings his attention to you. Khonshu, with his knowledge of the other gods and their avatars, recognizes you and then proceeds to yap about your god in Marc’s head for 5 minutes straight.
How your first interaction with Moon Knight goes depends a lot on what Khonshu has to say about your god. If he speaks positively about your god then Marc is definitely curious about what kind of a person you are. Khonshu historically hasn’t played well with the other gods, so Marc can’t help but wonder what kind of deity you’re wrapped up with if Khonshu can get along with them. If Khonshu doesn’t like your god then Marc may be pressured by Khonshu to confront you in an attempt to settle some 2,000 year old beef between gods. I’ll pray for you if that’s the case
But whether your first encounter is out of Marc’s own curiosity or because of Khonshu’s petty drama, as the two of you inevitably talk Moon Knight feels a small connection starting to grow with you. Marc’s connection to Khonshu has always seemingly alienated him from the other heroes who think he’s plain crazy, but as a fellow avatar you’re both able to share some of your experiences with each other. Whether your relationship with your own god is as turbulent as Marc’s or not, Marc feels a slight weight lifted off his shoulders as he’s able to speak with someone who can truly understand the pressure of constantly being beneath a god’s gaze.
Marc doesn’t let many people into his life, but when people do get close to him the entire Moon Knight system becomes very protective over them. So if you have a bad relationship with your god, or really anything in your life starts to go south, Moon Knight’s first instinct is to seek out some sort of revenge for you. However it’s obviously not possible for him to go against a whole god on your behalf and that fact is really frustrating for Moon Knight. Be careful what you complain about around Moon Knight, he will throw hands for you at a moment's notice lol.
Wanda is unfortunately another one who doesn’t pay too much attention to the people around her, so she might not acknowledge you at first. She’s worried about preserving the very fabric that holds her reality together, so you’re gonna have to do something kind of eye-catching to initially get her attention lol.
As one of the most powerful magic wielding beings and the Sorceress Supreme of her universe, one thing that will definitely make her interested in you is any magical abilities your god may have bestowed upon you. While Wanda is concentrating on controlling her own chaos magic on the battlefield, her mind is still able to recognize a kind of magic she has never seen before. Cue her now being mildly distracted as she low key tries to watch you and fight the enemy team at the same time.
Instantly Wanda has a need to know everything about your abilities, and as soon as the battle is over she’s trying to speak to you. What kind of magic do you wield? How did you get these powers? Are you just a beginner at magic or can you show her some of your advanced spells? Honestly it might kind of feel like when you tell someone you have a skill, like drawing or speaking another language, and someone just immediately puts you on the spot and asks you to do it for them. It’s especially intimidating if you know that she’s the Sorceress Supreme of her universe, like how are you supposed to impress her lol? But don’t worry Wanda means well, she’s just very blunt and is curious about the different kinds of magic people have access to in these new universes <3
Wanda isn’t known for being very social, but whenever there is down time in between missions you two tend to seek each other out now. Whether it’s a conversation about your personal lives over some lunch, or the both of you focusing on honing your magic in complete silence, Wanda is so used to your presence that it starts to feel strange when you’re not around. In her universe she’s constantly holding reality together, constantly fighting off magical threats, constantly trying to gain more control over her powers. But here with you Wanda greatly enjoys feeling more like a ‘normal’ person.
You know, if you’re having a problem with your god you’ve now got a whole Sorceress Supreme on your side, and Wanda isn’t afraid of talking back to gods and higher beings. In her timeline she is constantly trying to stop power hungry gods from collapsing her universe, so if you need someone to just casually intimidate your god into being a bit kinder to you, Wanda has more than enough experience to get the job done. She will ask to speak to the manager for you.
Everything that’s happened in the first few weeks of the time stream entanglement has become a blur for Bucky. Suddenly he’s in another dimension with a new (and tentacle-y?) metal arm and he’s fighting alongside other heroes from different dimensions for the fate of the universe. Alright, cool. This is fine. Before all of this mess started, meeting you and being told that you’re an avatar of a Greek god could have shocked Bucky, but now that fact somehow seems like the most normal thing he’s been told in his life.
As you, Bucky, and the rest of your team head out on your mission Bucky has heard a little bit about your background from Steve, who gave him a brief on all of their strange new teammates. As you clash with the heroes on the other side of the fight Bucky finds his normally focused senses drifting to you. Divine powers tend to be pretty flashy, and a trained soldier like Bucky can immediately see how skilled you are at what you do. As Bucky gets caught off guard by a diving Psylocke, the flash of your abilities is a welcome sight as you help him fend her off. Your reward for helping Bucky? A gruff “Thanks”, before he hones in on another enemy. Isn’t he dreamy <3
After that fight you’ll most likely have to approach Bucky first. Bucky knows he should probably give you a proper thank you for your help, but unfortunately Hydra brainwashing will do a number on your social skills. When you check in on Bucky after the fight is over, you’ll find that he’s slightly more talkative than usual - really just towards you, Steve, or Clint though. He has a lot of questions he'd like to ask you, he’s not as familiar with all these gods and aliens as some of the other heroes are, but he also doesn’t want to accidentally offend you. Bucky knows that he certainly doesn’t have a happy or inspiring story behind how he got his powers, so he doesn’t want to accidentally be too invasive.
As the two of you grow closer you notice that Bucky tends to stick by your side a lot, both in and out of combat. In combat, Bucky sticks by your side as he knows that he can rely on you if things get rough. He also wants to be there in case he needs to return the favor and help get a diver off of your back. But when you both are just relaxing in between missions, Bucky finds comfort in your presence. Consciously or subconsciously, Bucky knows that you’re a person he can let his guard down around, which isn't a very common experience for him. With everything that he’s been through in life, the fact that the former Winter Soldier trusts you means a lot.
Bucky really empathizes with you if you have a bad relationship with the god you serve. He has a lot of experience with being used as a living weapon, being treated like your only worth is what you can do for the person giving you your orders. He can’t stand to see another person live that way, especially not when it’s you. Bucky knows that he can’t go up against a god, and he knows enough about these kinds of power dynamics to understand that trying to stand up for you might actually make your situation worse. So Bucky commits himself to supporting you in whatever way you ask him to.
