not really a request (not even sure i’m in the right ask box) buttttt i would love to hear any brain rot or wip scraps you wanna rant about. love when writers just info dump and i’ve been secretly lurking on your page for a bit. decided to make myself known
Hiiii! This is my first time doing this and I hope I didn't overshare but I am SO happy that you are making yourself known! Welcome to the blog, I hope to see more of you! <333
Now!! I am sharing two because why not? I've a lot more than these (maybe more than I'd like to admit 😭) but we will start with Auggie Walker and then move onto the Stevie one.
Auggie is an intimidating man and that's why I haven't written for him yet. I am so afraid I won't be able to capture him right and the idea is so good in my head I feel like I'll ruin it while translating it into a story 😭 but this idea has been living in my head rent free because it's a big fear for me!
And about the Stevie one, I've always been quite open about this and I will never shut up! I love, love, LOVE the sci-fi side of the MCU and specifically Steve's whole serum thing. It inspires me so much and I come up with something new everytime I see it! 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Please do let me know what you think about them! 🩷
(also, for whatever it's worth, these are my WIPs so I request no one steal them please!)
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As August received an attachment from your number, his eyebrows furrowed because you knew to send them all through email. Making a mental note to reprimand you for it later, he tapped on it within the next second. Now his head tilted to the side.
A video.
He had asked you for some documents which your boss knew very well weren't supposed to be in this medium.
The man tapped on it nevertheless, the sound and content inside catching him off guard as his eyebrows slightly raised. He was in disbelief. Moving the phone closer to his face and away from where he held it against his work table, August increased the brightness of the screen to make sure it was you.
Which, you were.
"Mr. Walker…" You panted and whined, clutching one of your breasts as your other hand hid between your legs. "Oh, Mr. Walker… I am so needy for you…" You were in the janitor's closet on this very floor, phone placed on one of the shelves next to the files you had been carrying for the meeting that had just passed along your ipad. The lighting was dim and your disheveled hair stuck to your sweaty skin. "Won't you bend me over your table and make a good girl out of me~ I-" August blinked as the screen went black before a notification popped up.
Message deleted.
The man's head spun with the sudden influx of emotions, the sudden discomfort in his boxers getting tighter as he realised what had just happened. He smirked.
You had not meant to send it.
.
The fire that had taken over your body was dissipating and fast as you gaped at your screen. You were the stupidest person you knew. Instead of tapping on save you had chosen to share the video you were planning to watch until you orgasmed. Since your boss August Walker was your most frequently interacted with contact, it was an instant send that took you a few moments to register as you had been busy bouncing on your own fingers to orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" You chanted in panic as you leaned against the wall of the small room, holding a shelf for support as your own heartbeat pounded through your ears. "I am so fucking–"
There was a knock on the door.
. . .
"Where… do you think you're going, doll?" Steve was reading the Sunday newspaper by the fireplace when he saw his young wife drag her luggage bag to the front door of their humble abode.
"Mommy and Daddy's home." Y/n responded curtly, not turning to look at him. Because his face was still of the man she had fallen in love with and married. But she couldn't let herself surrender to it anymore.
"Without my permission or a prior discussion?" Tilting his head to the side, the man raised an amused eyebrow at the stiff girl who started to drag the heavy bag again.
"Won't be needing any of that anymore." Since the man didn't expect what was coming, he chuckled and furrowed his eyebrows.
He couldn't recall doing anything against her wishes in the last 24 hours. So what was this?
"And why do you think is that?" Y/n sighed as she ceased her struggle against the luggage bag, biting her lip and closing her eyes.
Well, the talk would have to happen sometime.
It was now or never.
"You are not the man I married, Steve" since she usually referred to him as hubby, this felt like an insult, almost.
The Captain put the newspaper down against his lap now. "What silly Sunday morning shenanigan is this, doll?" He snickered before shaking his head. "I know I have been busy after everything but…" Now he patted his lap. "Come here."
"No."
"You know little wives can't tell their husbands that, baby. Haven't we been over this so many times already?" His coaxing voice had her turn her back to him.
Fuck.
She was so in love with him.
Why did he have to get the stupid serum?
"Good thing I am not your wife anymore, then." As she placed the ring on the shoe cupboard next to the door, Y/n failed to catch that he had stood up to the towering height the procedure had granted him.
He was a giant now.
"This is not funny anymore, doll." Steve warned as he started to decrease the distance between them.
"It's not meant to be. You're not my Steve. You're-" her words were suppressed by a gasp when she noticed he was now standing right behind her.
"Who am I, then?" Though his eyes and tone turned darker, he was genuinely confused.
"Captain America." It broke his heart when the girl backed up to create some distance between them. "The man I married was Brooklyn's most ambitious and brave… not America's pride. You're… practically a stranger" he sighed.
This had occurred to him once but he had assured himself that they were stronger than that.
"Come on, baby." Y/n flinched when he reached for her smaller hand and clasped it between both of his, kissing her fingertips. "I know it's different, and maybe even scary. But I am still me. So what if I am Captain America? Doesn't mean I am not your Steve… Can't you feel me?" He pressed his bigger body against hers.
"That's the thing" she whispered, devastated. "I can't." Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt herself getting scared and breathless under him. "I have tried. Ever since the day you walked out of that machine, I have. But I can't." Y/n didn't know why but she found herself thinking about how helpless she was against him. "I don't recognize you without your face. I feel like I am in a stranger's arms every night. It's not the same. Every time you touch me it feels like I am betraying the love of my life." Though the rational part of Steve's brain felt both crushed and sadly fond of her devotion to that form of his that no one else had ever taken seriously, her next words completely flipped everything over inside his head. "Please. Let me go." Reason gave way to desperation.
Oh..
He could never do that.
Maybe not even in death.
"Can't do that, baby." Her tears finally spilled down at his words. She started to softly struggle, the panicked gesture breaking his heart more and more by the passing second. "Why are you punishing us for something I had to do? For you, me, all of us. Come on, we are stronger than this. You knew my ambitions, you said it yourself just now." His own eyes were glassy as he breathlessly chuckled as an effort to somehow lighten the situation, ignoring her faint pleas as she struggled to push him away. "Remember-" Steve grunted as he gathered her now assaulting hands away from his neck and chest before locking them above her head. "Remember when your father didn't approve of me because he thought I wasn't good enough for you?" A trickled tear hung off the sharp tip of his nose. "Remember the hell you raised for us? You didn't even listen to me. You kept going for us until you succeeded."
But his words fell on deaf ears; something he wasn't used to coming from her. "Steve, you're scaring me! Let me go!" A thick bile settled at the base of her throat as she tried to break free, crying a bit harder now.
"There, you said it yourself. You said Steve!" Her obvious unwillingness to this position seemed to not faze him one bit. "Silly girl! How can you call me by my name and then say that it's not me?"
"Because you're not my Steve!" Fear was making her chest contract as she seethed out breathlessly.
"Come on!" One of his hands trailed down her body as he caressed and groped her tits before slipping his hand under her dress. "Not your Steve?"
"No. Your hands are big and rough! Your body is hard! You don't even smell the same! I DON'T feel you so stop!" A twisted smile now spreads on his priorly hurt features.
"I see…" Steve lowered his head momentarily before he sighed a little. "Then," a resolution flashed in the brilliant blue of his eyes, "I guess I just have to show you that it's still me."
hello! i have just recently found your work (specifically the Rhys, Cass, Az, and reader one) and my god. you, you wonderful little soul, are an AMAZING WRITER. ACOTAR is it’s own wonderful world in itself but you have taken it to the next level. the intricacies of mixing reader and feyre together? chef’s kiss. your emotional description is what drew me in in the first place. i’ve been a little burnt out with fanfic (hitting the slump of feeling you’ve read everything) and your work has just gotten me out of it. i just binged 26 chapters in less than an hour. i thought i should share. it’s not always often that i find a fic that draws me in like that. 10000000/10 to you and i hope you have an amazing day/afternoon/night (remember to eat a meal/snack, rest, and drink some water <3)
oh 🥺
first of all thank you for taking the time out of your day to send this in- ive been struggling with the idea of discontinuing my acotar work but this is giving me a small thread of hope that people are still enjoying my work!
love you much!! hope you're well and sending you all the love your way 🤍🤍🤍
hi hi!! just wanted to come in and send some love! always thinking of you and high lady. i really really hope you’re doing well wherever you are in your life rn and that whatever your goal/wish is for the month comes true!! please remember to be gentle with yourself always and to take care of yourself. 🫶🏻🫶🏻
hi my lovee!!
i'm doing wonderful, just enjoying my two month vacation, watching and catching up with my silly little vtuber oshis, preparing for a nine day travel excursion to the pacific northwest and going to see my chemical romance for the THIRD time wahhhh im so excited. i'm doing really good right now and writing again. i'll be posting that on ao3 hopefully soon, before my flight out to seattle. wahh.
i miss you, dear 404, i hope you're doing well and enjoying your life, drinking water and treating yourself to little treats here and there :) <3
hi asher!!! miss you love you <3 (grad school currently has me by my fucking WEDGIE I TELL YOU but i ponder on high lady nearly everyday) hope you’re doing okay and know that people have your back even if it’s on the interwebs
awww 404 ily!! i hope youre taking care of yourself and spending ample time away from your studies to treat yourself to good things. youre always so kind and welcomed here!!
ily bestie i hope you know that!! thank you for the lovely chat tonight/early morning (it’s like nearly 1 am here) but i must sleep. i definitely will be keeping my eyes peeled if you decide to bless us with a chapter <3
have a good night 404!!!!! thank you for hanging out tonight 🫂🤍🌹
also highlady ask. what’s one scenario/headcanon you have about the story that makes you smile the most or laugh the most?
OH EASY
once all is said and done when it comes to The Reveal Of Who Reader Is- i cant stop but envisioning all three of the bats being like "this is my wife have you met my wife look at my wife"
like obsession isnt even the word for it
because theyre sO fascinated by reader and the lil earthly quirks that even if other prythian fae or beings are like ????? theyre just sitting smugly like hell yeah that's MY wife shes weird as fuck !!!
2. if you celebrate thanksgiving i hope you have a good one
3. THANK YOU FOR UPDATING HIGH LADY!!! i’m currently fighting mono while also in the middle of finals and this is the BEST thing that’s happened all week💗💗💗💗💗
listen babe, english is my native language and i still SUCK at it 🥲
but wahh thank you for being so patient with me!! this is a very hard chapter for me (youll see why) but i hope you and every one enjoy it. i miss being active
im currently fighting walking pneumonia so let's hold hands and try to survive 😭😭😭
