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sentinelpri · 3 years

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Hell-o, could we petty please get some Swindle and minicon reader? If u have time of course.

Ah, I feel like this one took so long to respond to! Sorry, lol, Kinktober has been drowning me. That being said, Swindle needs more love and I'm happy to write this as a foil of sorts to my Megatron/Minibot reader series. Headcanons below the cut, thank you for the request! Enjoy!

Swindle is by far the most charming, functioning bot in the series when it comes to flirting/wooing and no one can convince me otherwise. The second he sees you doing some maintenance work on Megatron, he knows he wants you and decides that he’s going to have you however he can.

You’re technically Megatron’s employee, a cute little medic minibot, but with enough weapon offerings, Swindle can get whatever he wants and bargains to trade you and your services for some of his most expensive weaponry.

You’re just standing there the whole time, but surprisingly, you don’t seem too bothered by what Swindle is doing and instantly move to stand by the broker’s side the second Megatron agrees to the deal.

When the two of you are walking out, Swindle disappointed that he lost so many goods (and planning to steal them back later and frame the Autobots for it) but also excited at the prospect of having a creature as beautiful as you as his personal medic, he asks if you’re actually okay with this and offers to double your salary.

“It’s a lot to process, but Megatron has the personality of a wet paper towel, as loyal as I am to his cause. This is more of a relief than anything.”

Oh. So it’s like that. Turns out, like Swindle, you don’t really like or love Megatron outside of the fact that he gives you money and shares your beliefs. So, the two of you pass time by ragging on Megatron for fun. You end up accompanying Swindle a lot in his travels by choice and since your job was to take care of him if he got injured (something that actually happened surprisingly often). You work well together and are constantly bouncing jokes off of each other, sharing energon, committing heists and deals and all sorts of other illegal fun by each other’s side.

It’s a really quick, easy friendship. Swindle’s obviously simping this whole time but wants to get to know you in full before making any moves. He loves spending time with you, late nights with sparks racing at the excitement from your dangerous lives. It’s a lot better with you by his side, less lonely, and easier to just... Exist. When he went on a venture to somewhere cold, you didn’t mind cuddling with him. When he got banged up, he wasn’t forced to lay alone and makeshift-fix himself until he found the next Cybertronian to repair him. When he wanted someone to talk to, you were there- and he did those same things for you, too. It seems like, even in a platonic sense, you’re both everything the other needed before the two of you met.

You’re a thrill seeker like he is, not afraid to get in trouble. He finds it admirable that you’re so tough regardless of your tiny, petite stature, and you’re a lot of fun.

One night, you two are smoking some organic herb that he paid an obscene amount of money for (usually he was good about saving his money, but anything for you), laying on a soft, grassy field on the alien planet that you two traveled to for your most recent deal when you ask, “Why’d you insist on picking me up that day? I thought you were in need of a medic at first, but you hardly get injured, and the damage I’ve fixed on you so far has been minor scuffs and dents that you can self-repair.”

“I didn’t need a medic,” He turns and looks at you, burning the blunt out on the back of a metal box he’d brought full of your most recent products with a smirk on his face. “I wanted a companion, sugar. You had me enthralled the nanoklik I saw you. Are you in, or are you out?”

You two are very natural but also very intense, communicating effortlessly, and the second he says those words, you’re rolling over to lay on top of him and slam your lips against his. It’s a hard, long kiss, and when you pull away and say “I’m in,”, Sentinel is lifting you up effortlessly and standing on the grass, twirling you around in his arms.

“It seems like we have a deal, then.”

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robin-the-enby · 3 years

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I've been wanting to request a Marvel one for a while now, but have just finally thought of something that I agreed on—

A oneshot with the avengers and the genderless reader celebrating their first birthday. Like where they came from, birthdays don't exist, the actual celebration and having a date of being born doesn't exist for them.

I'm also only familiar with the movies so I don't know what actually happened after Endgame— So spoilers outside that would be very appreciated if that's alright—

True meaning behind birthdays

Pairing: Avengers x gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: Reader comes from a planet where birthdays don't exist. The others decide to throw the best first birthday party ever for them.

A/N: I made this story so that it doesn't contain any spoilers. I really hope you like this, I tried my best.

Y/BD - your birthdate

Earth didn't have the best reputation among the other planets. Everyone you knew always told you it's a place not worth visiting. But that didn't stop you.

And oh wrong they all were. Sure, Earth didn't have the most impressive technology, but it compensated for it with many rich and diverse cultures. So many nationalities and religions, each celebrating their own holidays and traditions. Sure, some might say that it was impractical for so many cultures to live alongside each other, but you thought it was fascinating.

You've been on Earth for over half a year now and you already knew about many human customs, yet there was still so much more to learn, since they mingled with each other constantly, for example holidays typically celebrated in the U.S. migrated all the way to middle Europe.

However, there were some events that were celebrated by everyone. Like New Years Eve, when humans celebrated their planet's complete rotation around the Sun. Silly creatures. And the biggest catch? Different people celebrated New Years on different days!

You chuckled at the memory, focusing on your previous activity. You were relaxing in the compound's living room, since there weren't any missions that regular S.H.I.E.L.D. agents couldn't handle on their own.

You were soon joined by Tony, a very extravagant and bold man, but still a very friendly colleague of yours. He scooted over until he was sitting next to you and asked "So, how did you enjoy Nat's birthday party?"

Ah, birthdays, of course. Celebrating one's day of birth every year was something all humans did as well. The concept was very foreign to you, I mean, why would anyone celebrate being one year closer to death? Still, you could not deny that you enjoyed yourself very much.

"Are you asking just because you organized the thing?" you asked back with an arched brow. Tony looked at you as if you grew a second head "Y/N! You know I'm better than that!"

"But...did you like it?" he asked after a few moments of quiet. You laughed "Yes Tony, I really enjoyed the party." You could practically see his face light up like a Christmas tree (another thing you discovered during your time here) "Awesome! Say, when can we celebrate your birthday?"

Oh... "Uhm, well, I don't really have one..." you explained. Tony's eyes widened "What do you mean? Everybody has a birthdate!" he chuckled, but his tone was mainly confused. "Well, yes, of course I have a birthdate, but where I come from, birthdays aren't really a thing. We don't celebrate them or even really acknowledge them." you shrugged.

"Well, when is your birthday?" Tony asked. You thought for a moment, before replying "Well, we don't really divide our days the same way you humans do. You would describe someone's date of birth with the day, month and year, whereas we just describe it with the position a certain set of constellations has in the sky at that moment. You'd be surprised how accurate it is." Tony blinked a few times "Yeah, that doesn't clear it up much." You laughed again.

For the next couple of minutes you tried to explain to Tony how it all worked, using "your" constellation as an example, not knowing about the plan the genius playboy had in mind all along.

After he told you he finally understood what you meant, he promptly excused himself, saying he was actually just taking a break from something he and Bruce were working on. You said your "see you later"s and parted ways.

As Tony entered the lab, Bruce, who has been working on their project when Tony had his break, looked up to see who came in, before turning back to the machine set on the working table in front of him. "Hi Tony." he muttered "Did you enjoy your break?"

Tony walked over to his friend and leaned on the table he was working on "Yea yeah. Listen, I have an interesting idea..."

It took a lot of math and research, but after a few days, the two geniuses finally had it. They managed to convert your birthdate from your people's system to theirs and it was supposed to be on Y/BD.

Which was gonna be pretty pretty damn soon.

So they did the most logical thing. They called a secret Avengers meeting to get everyone in on the plan.

"Are you sure they even want a birthday party?" Steve asked, because the last thing he would want to is to make you uncomfortable.

"Of course, you know they like to be involved in everything." Wanda reassured him with a wave of her hand. "Still, I think we shouldn't throw a big party." Steve muttered. "I agree, it's their first birthday, we wouldn't want to overwhelm them." Vision nodded. Tony sighed and slumped in his chair dramatically "Ugh, okay then. You guys are no fun, I swear..." straightening up once again, he eyed everyone seriously "Okay, here's the plan..."

And what a plan it was. Wanda and Vision were in charge of making a birthday cake, Tony and Nat were in charge of the alcohol and your favourite drink. Thor was in charge of getting your favourite snacks, Bruce and Sam were in charge of decorating and that left Steve in charge of taking you somewhere nice until the others had everything ready.

It wouldn't have been that odd for someone from the team to ask you to hang out, but you couldn't help but notice Steve's eyes darting around almost as if in fear. He must've thought he was being sneaky, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

But once you were out of the compound, you could feel Steve relax as he took you to a restaurant that quickly became your favourite after a few weeks of staying with the Avengers.

You two had so much fun, talking about anything and everything. One thing you had in common with the captain was your love for exploring. Of course, he knew much more about Earth than you, but he still missed nearly seventy years. You two would often share your favourite music or artists you discovered, as well as movies or literature.

"What do you think about birthdays Y/N?" he asked you out of the blue. It caught you off guard a little. Just a few moments ago you were discussing if Disney was a good brand or not and now this...Especially when you discussed birthdays with Tony just a few weeks ago. Strange...

"I think it's fascinating how you humans find so many things worth celebrating. I mean, birthdays are a little hard for me to understand, why would you want to celebrate getting older? I thought that humans wanted to avoid that?"

This answer seemed to throw Steve off his rhythm for a bit. "Well, it's not really about that-" he wanted to explain, but was cut off by a buzzing sound. Steve quickly reached into his pocket, taking out his phone, the culprit guilty of disrupting your conversation, checking the text message he recieved, before putting it back and looking at you again "Sorry, Fury needs me for something. Do you mind if I drop you off and then go?"

You were a little sad that your good time had to end so soon, since you both were having so much fun, but you knew it couldn't be helped, so you just shook your head and smiled.

As you made your way back, you turned to Steve again "So, what did you want to tell me, back at the restaurant?" you tilted your head to the side.

Steve almost started talking again, but before any sound could escape his mouth, it seemed like he changed his mind "Would you believe me if I told you I really don't remember?" he chuckled awkwardly. You couldn't help but squint at him. He was acting very suspiciously... "Yeah..." you answered absentmindedly. Just what was going on?

You spent the whole journey back to the compound mulling it over in your head. Was it somebody's birthday? No, surely they would've told you if that was the case. Was it your birthday? But, nobody knew when that was. So what on Earth was going on??

You decided you were gonna confront Steve if he wasn't going o explain anything by himself. So as soon as you were about to pass the compound's living room, you quickly tugged him in, telling him you needed to talk to him before he had to go.

The room was darkened, somebody must've drawn down the blinds. That didn't matter to you in that moment, you wanted answers. Steve became a silhouette in front of you, so you couldn't see his exact expression. You looked into what you imagined were his eyes, and with the most serious look you could muster you said "Alright Steve, quit joking around. What is happening?"

But before your interrogation could progress, the blinds were drawn up and the room was suddenly bathed in light as people yelled "Happy birthday!!!"

You whirled around and saw everyone gathered in the living room, standing around the coffee table, upon which were various snacks that you grew to love during your stay here, complete with your favourite drink, and in the middle of it all sat a beautiful cake. The room was decorated with ornaments in your favourite colours and everyone had a big smile plastered in their face.

Well, you certainly did not expect that. After carefully looking around at everything, you couldn't help but laugh "So it's my birthday??" you asked, surprised.

"Wait, what did cap told you?" Tony asked, alarmed. "Well, nothing specific, but he wasn't subtle either." you smiled and looked at the now blushing Steve from the corner of your eye.

The rest of the day was great, possibly the best one you've had here. Good food, drinks and laughter all around. It warmed your heart to receive so many beautiful gifts, words couldn't express just how grateful you were. One thing still nagged in your brain though...

All of you were seated on the various sofas and armchairs around the coffee table, calmly chatting about beloved memories, exchanging funny stories and everything was heavenly peacful.

"I still can't wrap my head around why you would go throuh all the trouble for me." you shook your head, the disbelief still lingering in your mind.

"Well, that's simple. We like having you around." Tony shrugged. The others nodded. "Yeah, we appreciate having you with us. You're a great friend." Wanda added. "Celebrating birthdays is like showing gratefulness that the celebrated person is still with you." Bruce explained.

Their confessions were so heartwarming, you couldn't help but to shed a few tears. Sam, who was sitting next to you, put his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm comfortingly. So that's what birthdays were really about...

It was great to have friends.

#marvel #mcu #oneshot #fluff #requests open #avengers #avenger x reader #avengers x y/n #reader insert #platonic x reader

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nightmaresindreamland · 7 years

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A memory that makes them angry — lessons-inthe-arts (just telling you so that when i reblog the meme you don't think I'm ignoring you, you don't have to @ me or whatever)

It appears as if this memory has been completely forgotten.. It’s really for the best.

They called him horrid names. The first being in the universe he ever found screamed when they saw him. Everything sentient, every person who could talk that saw him despised him.

He wasn’t sure as to why. He never exactly did anything. He couldn’t remember doing anything. It’s like he was being punished for a crime he had no knowledge of. No previous scolding for.

There was not even an inkling of reasoning in his brain as to why everyone hates him, or as to why he seems to feel more awake, aware, and happy whenever people screech in terror at his visits. It’s confusing, and no one wants to help him.

No matter where he went, people denied him. They called him a ‘scourge’ and denied his ‘temptations of destruction’. Planet upon planet upon planet. Every. Single. One.

Was it the way he looked? Was it the white he wore (was it unfashionable or something)? Was it the way his hands were? He didn’t understand.. He felt like he needed an explanation, but if he asked, people spat and hissed or screamed and ran.

He just didn’t understand. He didn’t know what was going on.

“Scourge.”

A voice, ethereal sounded behind him. That.. He looked. Two incomprehensible beings stood before him. He’d seen them before.

“Terror incarnate, you will haunt no more.”

One spoke, its mouth fluctuating in and out of existence wildly. There was something truly horrifying about those words. Those threats. He knew nothing could ever hurt him to the point of death, but he feels as though these creatures have the capability. The ability to give unto him death like it were nothing.

“Leave existence before we force you.”

The other warned, equally as hard to make sense of physically.

“For what reason? Speak to me, for what?”

“From your actions you have created us, incarnates of despair and hopelessness. Your crime is much more, though, for you have chosen a path of misdeed and evil without end. You have proven yourself unworthy of redemption and inability to stray from malice.”

This doesn’t make any sense. No, he’s never done any of those things!

“You accuse me of this with nothing as its spine!”

He’s angry. He’s being threatened over nothing, of course he’s angry.

“I’ve not done a single one of those you say that I have!”

“But we are here still. That is your doing. Your other crimes have lead to us. We shall be your judge,”

The one who was speaking summoned spikes into its hands. Thin, long spikes.

“and your executioner.”

The other finished the sentence. It appeared to distort the space around it.

A chill ran down his being. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t know what death meant. He couldn’t die. He didn’t want to die.

“You meet your end, by the universe’s demand and the resident’s need.”

So, what else was he meant to do? He didn’t know how to fight! So, when flight or fight kicks in, he of course picks the one he’s actually competent at. He flies. Oh, how he flies.

He can go as fast as he wants. The two seemed to be just as apt, though, and he certainly wasn’t losing them any time soon due to the fact that he was wearing white in the entirely black void of space.

The two of them didn’t appear to be very good shots, because the lasers they shot at him with went completely past him and missed him entirely. Most of them, anyways.

He screeches in pain when his horn is seared by one of the many shots. It burns. It burns. He’s never felt anything like it before, but he certainly never wants to feel anything like it again.

Hands glowing red and gestures done in panic, he heals himself whilst still running. He sees a planet. He’s approaching quickly. Once he’s in atmosphere, he can teleport somewhere on it and lose these two.

Something wraps around his neck and stalls him. It chokes, it burns. He pulls against it, but it pulls back just as hard, possibly even more.

He croaks, hands fumbling at first to try and tear whatever’s around his neck before he grabs his cape and completely teleports out from the grasp. He keeps flying.

He manages to get into orbit, grabbing his cape once more before he’s blasted by what’s probably a large laser. It burns the back of his head and his horns as it rockets him down into the ground, exploding outwards and killing plantlife as soon as he hits.

The next moment, dust clears and now he’s in a crater. He scrambles to get his hands close to him once more, but they face the same burning restraint that his neck once did.

“No, no!”

He yells, trying to force them from the bright yellow magic ‘ropes’ that now held his only escapes hostage. The choking feeling returns to him, a loud crack as it wraps around his throat again.

The ropes force him to look at the two creatures. The ropes all came from the long needles that one wielded. They were wrapped around the needles ends like yarn or something.

“Your running has made you all the more guilty.”

It speaks, almost complacent sounding. He chokes like he’s asphyxiated. It hurts. He’s burning all over, and he’s about to die. He doesn’t understand why, and it’s making him mad.

But the pain is overshadowing the fury, and so that’s all he feels right now.

“Your last words shall be through choking agony, scourge. Speak.”

He wants answers.

“W..hhh..yy..??”

He retched, watching the one who distorts space grow nearer and nearer to him. A feeling of imminent, unavoidable pain was upon him as he watched that thing grow close.

“Because you exist.”

#ask #meme ask #oh lore?#drabble #((it's all good bro thank u for sending this in owu))#Anonymous #lessons-inthe-arts #((this one's really fuckin long too))#nightmare

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