Hey! I hope you are open :) If not, please ignore this đ Could you do headcanons with a really tired female s/o and she doesnât want to sleep? With LĂșcio, McCree and Junkrat please :)
Lucio
Both of you had had a long and tiring day after Lucioâs surprise appearance at this huge music festival his management had been hyping up for months.
As his second in command, youâd been running around all day trying to organise things such as making sure the crew were all happy and if there was anything you could do to make the process run smoother
The supporting acts hadnât been much help, due to their lack of experience and maturity, it made you feel like you were babysitting rather than working.
It wasnât until you were in the taxi back to your shared hotel room that the wave of exhaustion had finally hit you. Your head lulled as you tried to stop yourself from falling asleep there and then.
You boyfriend laughed, his hand rubbing circles into your back. âYou should get some sleep,â he said. You mumbled back something incoherent about the supporting act misbehaving, but Lucio just hushed you gently and held you as you slept on his shoulder.
McCree
McCree had you working extra hard recently after youâd opened up about your abilities in training. Youâd confided in him that youâd been wanting to improve for months but you didnât know how.
Upon first glance, most people would look at McCree and see nothing more than a man who knows how to use a gun, but when it came to physical combat and sparring, he knew a thing or two about self-defence.
Days turned into weeks and Jesse could see your progress slowly improving over time. So, as any normal trainer would do, he kicked it up a notch - in hindsight, this probably wasnât a good idea.
You lay there, sprawled out on the compound gymâs sprung mat, panting with sweat dripping down your face. McCree stood towering over you -Â âWell ainât you a sight for sore eyes.â
He handed you a lift up and pulled you to your feet. You collapsed against his chest as he chuckled, âYou look like you need a nap.â You groaned reluctantly as you feel his arms enclose around you, picking you up and taking you away to your shared room.
Junkrat
This was the third night in a row you two had been up. One of Jamisonâs inventions was just days away from being complete and neither of you had rested since.
Your boyfriend was used to days like these, the constant work and the non-stop tinkering - you, however, were less adjusted to this situation.
Heâd asked you to fetch a spanner, nothing too complicated but as you stood you could feel your knees give out from underneath you. A clatter disturbed the semi-peaceful silence of the workshop.
Jamison was quick on his feet, crouching over you confused as you groaned and rubbed your head. Before he could say anything, you cut him off -Â âIâm fine, donât worry about it.â
He shook his head. âNope, darl, youâre overworked... off to bed with you now.â He demanded. You tried to resist but you were just so tired that you let him take a break and care for you for a little while.
Heyy! Can I request a petite!reader x Hanzo Shimada? (Cause Iâm smol). Just some tooth rotting fluff đ
Hanzo:
- He treats you like a fragile glass rose. Every touch or movement around you is soft and delicate and anyone who comes off as abrasive is immediately put back into their place by him.
- That being said, if heâs at all frustrated or feeling a little reckless, heâll just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. No hesitation, one moment youâre on the ground and the next youâre heading to wherever heâs dragging you
- His kisses are as soft as his touch, feathery light lips that drag up and down your neck, across your jaw and peppered softly all over you.
- If heâs had a rough day, heâll pull you into his lap, his arms wrapped neatly around your waist as you sit on his crossed legs, watching his trace shapes over your legs and listening to him talk for ages as he spares no details of his day.
- Everything about him from the way he looks at you with the utmost adoration to the way every small smile forms on his lips when he sees you, makes shivers run down your spine as you feel your insides swell with excitement.
- He never lets you forget how much he loves you. Simple and subtle reminders every day such as leaving out his casualwear as he knows you love the was his hoodies hang just above your knees and his sleeves fall off your wrists effortlessly.
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âSit downâ were the first words y/n heard upon entering the apartment later that night, dropping her bag at the door and ignoring half the contents that spilt out,she sat down on the navy blue couch, facing her father who stood opposite, arms crossed and a stern expression addressing his normally calm features that once again sparked the dread in the pit of her stomach.
Picking at the hem of her black,white and red miniskirt she sat in an uncomfortable silence for what felt like hours as steves icy blue gaze burned into her,she mentally cursed herself for acting so weak,with anyone else her head would be held up high with her trademark defiant expression adorning her face,but the intense disappointment she sensed from her dad extinguished that light within seconds.
âWe gonna talk about this? Or are you gonna act like a child for the rest of the night?â The room seemed to condense itself with the tension as y/n summoned any shred of her bravery she could find to look him in the eyes and resume her mask of confidence, there was no way to avoid this confrontation the least she could do was face it with dignity.
She straightened herself and tilted up her way chin âI know youâre madâ she said âbut you always told me to stand up for what I believe in and I saw him and she looked so scared and-â in her head her voice was full of authority and clear but when she spoke she was slightly shaky with a hint of a croak,y/n took a deep breath before resuming âI got angry and lost control, but I only did it to help herâ she quickly added in an attempt to justify her brash decision.
âI know you thought you were doing whatâs rightâ Steve sighed, tilting his head to make eye contact âbut violence? Really y/n? You could have gone to a teacher? Or called for help? But instead, as usual, you didnât think and attacked and now not only are you suspended but youâve disappointed meâ his voice rose with every sentence but every sentence made her blood boil once more as she snapped her head towards him, a fierce look in her eyes.
âCall for help?â She chuckles dryly, âcmon dad, heâs done this before and gotten away with it, we both know that the school board would have done fuck allâ
âHey, watch your languageâ he snapped at her âyouâre the one who physically assaulted someone here and who has gotten herself suspended, maybe even expelledâ the vein in his neck sticking out ever so slightly in frustration as he struggled to remain calm. âAnd defended someone who needed itâ her voice roared, not caring that the neighbours would most likely complain the next day âjust like YOU have told me to do all my lifeâ she quickly stood up and spun around to face him, throwing her arms up in the air, âyou always tell me that violence is not the answer when YOU used to do the exact same thing back in the â40s and even now, did you defeat Loki by calling for a teacher? Or Ultron with negotiation? No, you fought, I KNOW I fucked up but I was just trying to be like you!â She instantaneously regretted the last part of her speech and turned around to avoid his gaze as she swallowed the thick lump in her throat.
Steve stayed silent for a moment,staring at the floor as he digested what his young daughter had just said, it was true, he wasnât much better when he was her age,heâd had his fair share of scraps in abandoned alleyways to defend what he believed was right, but his had led to more danger than he could have imagined and the death of many loved ones,he didnât want her to go through that loss and misery, yet taking one glance at her slightly shaking form that faced away from him, his anger simmered and he immediately softened.
He took a step towards her and pulled her into a loving and protective embrace, he admitted that despite her..chaotic methods he knew she was simply trying to make him proud.
âI-i didnât mean to disappoint youâ she whispered, Steve sighed âI know kid, I knowâ he pulled away and faced her âyou were just trying to be like me, but thatâs part of the problem, you are too much like meâ he smiled softly âwell, younger meâ
Y/n laughed lightly as he wiped a lone tear away and placed a firm hand on her small shoulder âIâm proud of you, for defending her and standing up for yourself and others,donât ever forget thatâ his voice was calm and soothing as he continued âbut promise me youâll try to at least be careful and think first,Iâve already worked with one guy who let his anger get the better of him and things didnât go great for himâ
Despite the serious situation, y/n laughed as she regained herself, for once actually taking her fathers advice, âI promiseâ she said, âdoes this mean Iâm free to go?â
âIn a way, there still has to be some form of disciplineâ Steve held his hand out âyou know the drillâ
Y/n reluctantly handed her phone over âI understandâ she began, a smirk forming on her lips as she stood as tall as she could, deepened her voice and puffed out her chest âThE oNlY waY tO tRuLy bE cOoL iS tO fOlLoW tHe RuLeSâ laughing as her dads face fell, she walked into her bedroom and immediately pulled out the spare phone tony had given her a few months previously when he noticed that confiscating her phone and a night of solitude in her room was Steveâs method of punishment, and of course Tony was right on hand to provide tricks and tips here and there to his co-workers daughter on how to avoid such misery.
A surplus of messages filled the screen, most from her friends and other people at the school wanting confirmation of the fight, a few memes, a winky face and a punch emoji from Natasha, a thumbs up from Clint and even a sweet message from the freshman girl who she learned was called Maisie, she smiled and replied to her and the rest of the messages, earbuds in to block any noise for the next few hours to kill the boredom of being âgroundedâ, Finally, her main group chat pinged and the opening line, sent by Oliver sparked her interest
âParty at mine at 10, will the hero of the hour be joining us?â
The clock said 9:00, A mischevious glint filled her eyes as she smirked and replied, quickly filling a bag with her phone and charger, spare jacket, cigarettes and the half-finished bottle of cheap vodka she had hidden under her bed.
A tight fitting dress and a pair of heels was quickly thrown on as she peeked around her bedroom door, the hallway was dark with only the faint glow of the tv in the living room shining through the crack in the door, she knew her father most likely wouldnât check on her during the night as due to her low stamina, she would usually be fast asleep by this time.
Taking her heels in hand and tiptoeing around the well known creaky parts of the floor, y/n held her breath when she passed the living room, only letting out a faint sigh of relief when she passed and was face to face with the front door, one hand on the handle and the other sending her location for Diana and ivy to pick her up, a sense of satisfaction filled her as she opened the door as quietly as she could.
Light suddenly shined on her back and the sound from the living room tv grew louder, she froze like a deer in the headlights when she heard the stern tone of Steve âGoing somewhere?â
Y/n turned around, ready to bat her eyelashes and tell an elaborate story until she saw 3 figures instead of her expected one, Steve standing in the doorway and behind him, Bucky and Sam sat casually on the sofa, Bucky smirked in amusement whilst Sam mockingly waved âHey y/nâ
Her words were cut short as she stared at them in surprise, she had her headphones in so she wouldnât have heard their arrival, face flushing as red as her lipstick she crossed her arms across her small frame, now fully aware of her skimpy outfit and slowly shuffled towards the living room door âI was um-â
Her fathers raised hand to cut her off as he pinched the bridge of his nose before one hand pointed towards her bedroom door and the other was held out motioning towards the spare phone she held, she sighed in defeat and handed them over before returning to her room, feeling slightly guilty but more embarrassed than anything as she knew she would be expecting stern words in the morning as well as an eternity of teasing from her uncles.
Steve slumped on the couch, sighing in defeat before turning to his friends âparenthood is harder than I thoughtâ
âTeenagersâ Sam chuckled
Bucky smirked âknow you know how I used to feel, having to stop your ass 24/7, youâre right about one thing Steve, sheâs just like youâ
Word count: 1110 words
Warnings: None
Summary: Y/N is the child of the famous Captain America. Knowing the strained relationship between your father and Tony Stark, it isnât long before your beloved dork of a boyfriend lets it slip to his mentor about your relationship.
You hated to keep things from your father, but knowing the current status of him and Tony Stark was enough for you to leave your relationship with Peter unmentioned. You were sat with Peter in his room back in Queens and as far as Steve was concerned, he thought you were still at the compound. It wasnât like Steve ever badmouthed Peter, and Tony never uttered a negative word about you. But you didnât know the repercussions of dating each other.
Both you and Peter had an agreement that you would leave your relationship out of the conversation for as long as you could until they could sort their issues out. Obviously, this was easier for Peter in some ways as he and Tony werenât around each other as often as you and Steve, however, Peter liked to talk and Tony was known for his selective hearing.
The sun was casting warm rays through Peterâs window. You lay there, cuddled up in his arms. His nose was buried in your hair and his lips rested peacefully on your neck. Peter was lazily drawing soft patterns on your exposed skin and you could feel your eyes were going heavy. It was these moments that you treasured - back at the compound, you had to act like nothing more than acquaintances out of fear that youâd be found out.
You looked around Peterâs room. The familiar posters that hung loose on the wall always have you a sense of comfort. Papers were strewn all over his desk from when youâd interrupted his study session. Calculus and Physics textbooks were stacked up in a corner, proudly displaying his âstate of the art Stark cameraâ thatâd kindly been gifted to him as part of his Stark Internship.
âI should get back to the compoundâ You thought to yourself. You had to fight every urge to stay there in his arms, it was hard. Peter inhaled loudly, stretching out beneath you. It was like he read your mind, immediately giving you those puppy dog eyes that you couldnât resist.
âI have to go...â you groaned, curling up into his chest hypocritically. Peter laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your back.
âI technically donât have to go in until tomorrow, but I could drop you off a few blocks away and work with Mr Stark in the lab for a few hours? Who knows...â He shifted to kiss you on the lips, âmaybe I could sneak into that room of yours Iâm dying to see.â
You giggled, pushing away from him. âIn your dreams, Spider-boy.â This earned a pout from Peter and a smile from you. âBut a trip through the city sounds perfect.â
Less than 10 minutes later, you were swinging through the air and clinging onto your boyfriend. Heâd kindly gifted you with a cotton face mask and one of his hoodies to protect your identity from getting back to the Avengers - the people of New York would never miss an opportunity to snap a picture of their favourite local hero.
You were about half a mile away from the compound. Peter had landed on the roof of a local comic book store. You walked to the edge of the roof as he was fumbled around, getting changed behind a large vent. He ungraciously knocked into a few walls and grates but you werenât paying him much attention. Instead, your focus was on the limited view you had of the track in the compound. What didnât shock you was the sight of your dad running laps as he normally did.
Peter stuffed his suit into his bag and joined you. He slipped an arm around your waist. âIâll see you around.â He whispered and left after he kissed your teeth. You said nothing as you watched him jump off the roof and climb down a guttering pipe.
âKid! I wasnât expecting you until tomorrow.â Tony stared at Peter, expression blank and unreadable.
âW-well, Mr Stark, sir, I was in the area and I-I was just wondering - of course, itâs okay if not - if you needed help... around the lab.... today.â His hands fiddled nervously across his chest and he avoided eye contact with his mentor.
Tony laughed and gestured for him to join him at the table. Peter let out the breath he was holding and grinned, pulling up a stool next to him. Peter began to blabber about things that Tony wasnât too interested in. But, he nodded and hummed along with Peterâs stories to make him feel better.
Obviously, Tonyâs ears perked up at the mention of you. Whilst he seemed like he wasnât listening, he was actually hanging onto every word he said.
âY/N? You mean Rogersâ kid?â
âUh...â
âDonât worry kid, I get it.â
âYouâre dating Starkâs kid?!â Your father burst into your bedroom. You were startled, to say the least, clutching your heart and breathing fast. It took you a minute to process everything heâd just said. You could tell by the fire in his eyes that you werenât getting out of this one easily.
âDamnit, Peter.â You muttered and looked away. You took a deep breath and stood to meet your dad halfway. âHeâs not âStarkâs kidâ, heâs his apprentice. Besides, where did you hear such a thing?â
Steve sighed, folding his arms matter-of-factly, âStark came waltzing into the kitchen where I was minding my own business to congratulate me on âmy future son-in-lawâ and that weâd be seeing more of each other whether I liked it or not?!âÂ
You bit your lip. Youâd been caught out and you had no excuse this time. âDad... Peter makes me happy. Iâm sorry that gets in the way of your disagreement with Tony, but donât I deserve to be happy? Itâs not like its easy for people like us to find someone who understands, but Peter does, he gets me like no one else does.â You threw your arms around.
Turning away from him, you huffed and scuffed your foot against the ground. You felt a heavy hand fall on your shoulder, you knew your father felt guilty but you just couldnât bear to face him. He sighed, waiting until he grew impatient and spun you around. His tired eyes bore into your soul. Your bottom lip quivered slightly.
âI had no idea...â He said. You shrugged off his hand and shook your head.
âItâs fine. I donât expect you to understand. Iâm gonna go find Peter, anyway.â You grabbed your jacket and left without another word.Â
You werenât going to find Peter, you just knew you needed to breathe for a while. This would sort itself out soon.
Hello, I was wondering if you have any rules regarding request? Also, what kind of requests do you do?
Hi! Okay so my rules are pretty simple:
No creepy shit, no illegal shit, donât shit on anyone elseâs passions and interests.(i.e. no paedophilia, no rape/non-con, no fetishizing communities and if someone ships something that you donât and you donât like it, keep your opinion to yourself, basically)
I will write:
- headcanons- one-shots- reader inserts- pairings (ships and OTPs)- fics (probably between 2-5 parts)- drabbles- blurbs(+ gif based reactions if asked)
I can do:
- fluff- smut- angst- slow burn- AUs
I cannot do:
- Omegaverse- Furries (thereâs probably a better way of putting that)- OCs- Hardcore kinks (refer to âgrapefruitâ on the citrus scale)
OMG you are the nicest!! Might do a part 2 to detention once Iâm out this log cabin but honestly tysm cause u donât feel comftable for many reasons doing my own imagine account
of course! I understand it takes a lot of courage to post writing so itâs okay that that is something youâre not okay with :) PLEASE write a part two, Iâm dying to read it and just send it in any time you want!
Omg thank you!! I know itâs weird but I just feel more comftable submitting them here for positives and negatives? Is it okay if I submit other ones if I get any ideas at any point in time? I think ur amazing and I feel comftable submitting them here
omg of course!! Iâd love to read more of your work so any time you just wanna send one in, Iâll happily post it :)
Well, According to her anyways, yet here she was, slumped in the stiff plastic chair in the yellow and white assembly hall, surrounded by the several other unfortunate students with the same bored expression on their faces.
She had entered the hall feeling like a hero, high on adrenaline, proud and defiant but as the minutes passed with only the chipping paint and her own thoughts to occupy her, the more the defiance simmered and the dread of her fathers inevitable disappointment took refuge in her chest as she knew the school would have informed him by now of her actions previously that day.
What she had done was completely justifiable in her eyes but she knew that the bloody nose she had given a linebacker after she had caught him harassing one of the freshman girls behind the bleachers may have been an âinappropriate decisionâ according to the principle and most likely her father,Y/n knew that it wasnât her intentions that Steve would be disappointed in but more her methods of solving the problem, but the look of fear on the young girls face and her fathers voice telling her to âalways defend othersâ sparked her well-known temper and she had seen red.
Growing up, Y/n was both the same yet the opposite of her dad, she had inherited his strength and speed but not his size and stamina, his willingness to defend others and fight for whatâs right but not his calm temperament and his caution, her temper and defiant personality has led to clashes over the years, whether it be over fights, parties, clothing choices or just about anything Y/n wasnât supposed to be doing.
She was already on thin ice after her fathers disapproval over her crop top and mini skirt outfit she had left the house in this morning, even after her and her friends had been caught smoking behind the back of the school earlier that week he had managed to stay calm and instead provided a simple warning and a stern talk about health risks, but she knew this would be the final straw and she could kiss goodbye to her phone, impressive social life and any form of communication with her friends and girlfriend for at least 2 months.
Twirling a dark curl around her finger she thought hard about how she could possibly avoid punishment, but despite having a talent for talking her way out of situations (thanks to her aunt Natasha) and having her dad wrapped around her little finger, her only hope was using her fathers actions against him, after all he had committed FRAUD to defend others back in the war, all she had done was save one freshman at the cost of a concussed senior boy, all through her 16 years of life he had always told her to be strong and stand up for whatâs right,thatâs what she had done so he truly couldnât be that hypocritical?
As she clung to her final shred of defiance she spotted her friend Oliver out of the corner of her eye, head in his hands and one earbud in his right ear, he spotted her and grinned back at her, her dread subsided whilst she was distracted for the next 3 minutes as they communicated through symbols and lip reading, until the hard-faced geography professor on detention duty rolled in the bulky tv on the rickety metal frame.
Oliver and Y/n smirked as they expected some cringey video about âbeing a good studentâ they could all take the piss out of in the group chat later, until the button was pressed, a familiar flash of red, white and blue filled the screen.
Embarrassment flushed her face and ears as she recoiled in horror when the Brooklyn accent filled her ears, uttering those 4 words that would haunt her dreams as the small television version of her father, in full Captain America gear, stared into her soul.
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