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For a bitch who loved Hancock in FO4, the Ghoul in the series is igniting my loins again lmao

#fallout #the ghoul #cooper howard #fallout 4 #hancock fo4

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"I won't simp for another ghoul, it's not gonna happen again-"

"IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN"

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Someone: "Wouldn't fucking a Ghoul kill you? The radiation and stuff?"

Me:

#fallout #the ghoul

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For Keeps

Logan x Reader

Summary: Your men capture a familiar face. 

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#logan howlett #wolverine

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Imagine Charles seeing you again

(Before he was shot)

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#charles xavier

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Imagine being in a car with Frank

You leaned back into the driver’s seat, waiting as instructed. Your sighed out of boredom and reached down under your thigh, nestled between the jeans you wore and the seat was your gun.

Your smile disappeared when the the door leading into the building burst open. A hard looking man in a black coat and blue cap approached the car with a black duffel bag, he hesitated for a moment.

“Frank, right? You getting in or what?” You leaned over to the passenger door and swung it opened. The man looked around before getting in.

“So the plan hasn’t changed? Same location?” You asked starting the car up and reviving the engine.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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#frank castle

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Imagine hitting on Matt

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#daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader

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HUNDREDS OF MARVEL FICS AT YOUR FINGERTIPS

Ivonne’s Marvel Masterlist

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #Steve rogers #bucky barnes #Deadpool #Peter quill

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muscle memory

steve harrington x reader

summary: steve might still be in love with nancy wheeler and it kills you. or another time steve is completely oblivious to his own feelings.

a/n: set right before the gangs attack on vecna.

Unrequited love often seems like a flame burning through your chest, especially in youthful times; that’s why the way Steve Harrington stared at Nancy Wheeler, hope baring through his eyes, made you recoil and grip the bottle of vodka in your hand tighter. The three of you were making Molotov cocktails, sitting next to the RV while Nancy took to a saw to her new shoot gun. Max stood idly by, and Robin gave you a little nudge, prying your eyes from the one who held Steve’s affection to her. Steve was chatting but nothing he said register until you noticed his eyes going back to Nancy and you about had it.

“Jesus, Steve, there are far more important things right now than your doomed love life,” you handed off the bottle and rag over to Robin, getting up from the milk crate. “Who cares…”

Steve’s eyes jerked up to you and he frowned. “What’s your problem?”

Robin reached a hand up to yours, but you smacked it away, glaring down at a bewildered Steve. God, he was utterly attractive and plain stupid – it was painfully obvious that Nancy didn’t harbor any old feelings for him and that she seemed perfectly content with the relationship she had with Johnathan Byers. It was incredibly frustrating and excruciating, knowing the one person you loved didn’t even feel an ounce of that emotion for you.

“My problem is that we almost loss Max, for real.  She almost died and we still have a work of shit ahead of us, but all you can do is mope about an old girlfriend who doesn’t like you anymore.”

“Hey, at least I have hope,” he argued, and you laughed, waving him off as you stepped around Robin. Looking to where Eddie and Dustin were, you started towards the duo but turned to Steve with a contempt stare. “You and your hope can go fuck off.”

Robin sat there stunned as Steve stood up, hands on his hips. “Stop being such an asshole…”

Your heart sank and something shifted; a thought came forward and it made you sad realizing that the two of you could even speak to each other like that. Taking a deep breath, you decided none of it really mattered, the anger you felt for Steve at his oblivious nature wasn’t going to help the situation. But the petty part of you gave him a cold smile and told him to “…fuck off.”

Steve’s face fell and his mouth twitched, but Robin quickly gave him a look that prevented him from responding; instead, he sat back down and watched as you walked over to Dustin and Eddie, the latter giving you a smile that turned Steve’s stomach.

“Jesus,” he muttered, picking up a new bottle of vodka, eyes glued to the way Eddie was circling you; he could hear you laughing in the distance and quickly looked over to Nancy. She met his gaze and gave him a small smile before saying something to Max – the two ventured off and Steve glanced over to you again before turning to his best friend. “What’s her problem…”

“You’re such a dingus,” Robin exhausted, smacking him on the arm. He pretended the spot ached, rubbing it as she explained that you were simply just scared. “…like the rest of us, but what’s worse when facing the inevitable doom when the one person you love clearly doesn’t love you back.”

Her words brought Steve’s work to a stop, his hands tightened around the neck of the alcoholic bottle, and he stared at Robin. “What do you mean.”

“Dense, much? She is utterly and romantically in love with you, Steve – has been for a while now, but no, you can’t stop yakking on about Nancy Wheeler. Not that there’s anything wrong with Nancy per say but stop and think about whose been there for you – especially after last summer. I know about all the late-night calls.”

Guilt riddled Steve’s eyes. “You do?”

Robin, wide eyed, nodded. “Oh, yeah, of course she never disclosed what was said during those last night conversations, but she always came into work like, super tired.”

It was true; he had taken to calling you every time he was having a bad night and you were always there to pick up the receiving end. He’d sit on his bedroom floor, alone at home, and ranted about everything that had happened – everything from Nancy breaking his heart to the Russians druggin’ Robin and him to smaller issues, his prick of a father, finding a better job, and why Hall & Oates were ‘pretty damn’ good. Of course, you’d argue that they weren’t too bad, and Steve would rejoice, “…that says a lot, since all you listen to is Babbling Heads.”

Talking Heads, you would correct him every time – your laugh whispering in his ears as his back melted into the floor of his bedroom.

“Shit,” he whispered, and Robin smiled, patting him on the back.

“I truly do not understand the concept of not realizing you love someone,” she scoffed, taking the bottle from Steve’s hand. She kept rambling on, declaring how oblivious he was, because he never even thought much of Nancy Wheeler until he saw her again, and that if it wasn’t for this whole Vecna thing – he’d still be hitting on girls left and right, all while you stood by his side. Even though he was technically single, she explained, “…it’s a total douchebag move, Steve. She had to watch you flirt with every female that came into the store, and you never noticed the expression on her face. Heartbreak, HEARTBREAK.”

“For Christ sakes, Robin, will you shut up.”

He snapped but quickly held up a hand in apology, Robin allowed it and followed his eyes to where you stood. Eddie was showing you his shield, standing behind you as you held it; his hands were on your waist as he instructed you to thrust it forward, Dustin clapping and cheering. Decent enough, you moved from Eddie’s touch and handed over the shield – the three of you stood around engaged in a conversation that had the three of you laughing.

Steve’s heart sank, the reality of what was happening hit him. He wished that everyone could just go home and be safe, that this Vecna shit could just disappear, and everyone could get back to their lives. He wished he was laying on the floor of his bedroom, ear pressed against the phone, cord tangled around his wrist. The sound of your reassuring voice whispering away the fear and anxiety, until both of you fell asleep.

Nancy and Max came into his view, and he stared at his ex-girlfriend, first love, and analyzed the feeling in the pit of his stomach. She had been the perfect girlfriend, kind and cute – a perfect representation of who he was, when things were normal. When he didn’t have to think much about anything – he was a Harrington, his life clearly mapped ahead for him, but things changed. He changed and the feelings he had for Nancy were muscle memory, a bittersweet reminder of what had been, but will never be again. He didn’t want things to go back to that normal, he liked his life now and who he was – the people in his life, especially you.

“Shit,” he cursed again, this time getting up from the crate. He looked down at Robin and asked if she was sure. “I – I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You kind of sort of already have,” she pointed out.

He ignored her and stared over at you, and he couldn’t recognize the feeling he had; it was something new he had never felt and when you finally met his gaze, his heart raced so fast, he wanted to throw up. You said something to Eddie, and he nodded, turning his attention to his young ward, the two of them dueling it out as you approached the RV, tail wagged between your legs. Steve smiled with a closed mouth and when you asked if the two of you could speak alone, Robin made herself scarce.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, near tears.

“No, you were right,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. You looked down at your shoes, ashamed for the way you acted because it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t reciprocate the feelings you had. He was still your friend, and you cherished that relationship, and the late-night calls; the secrecy and sworn promises among the trauma bonding and lighthearted banter – if he could never love you romantically, you’d take him platonically, he mattered that much to you.

“No, you were right, Steve. We should have hope in this fight and Nancy is your hope – I shouldn’t have been so harsh, I’m just…scared.”

“I’m scared too,” he confessed, reaching down for your hand. Your senses were shocked from the warmth of his touch, his limber fingers around your waist as you gazed up at him. Steve’s lips pursed into a smile, and he shrugged. “I’m not in love with Nancy, seeing her just brought up old shit – but that stuff doesn’t matter anymore, okay? I –I want to be with you, Jesus, I want us to survive this and be together. That’s what I want.”

His fingers gripped you tightly, holding on for life as you stood there in quiet shock, until he shook your hand and glanced at you nervously. Laughing, you stepped forward and drew him into an embrace; he chuckled, slightly bent over to receive your hug and he closed his eyes when the feeling of home tumbled over the entirely of his being. His arms, strong around you, kept you in place as he pulled back; eyes dipping down to yours.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Steve’s features went soft when you leaned in for a kiss, mouth brushing against his as ‘I love you’ finally left your lips – neither of you aware of the prying eyes watching. Robin stood next to Nancy, the two of them sharing a knowing smile. Max looked on with a sense of pride, noting that you were lucky. Nancy chuckled and stared at her old flame, happy that he had found someone to love him like she couldn’t. “They’re both lucky.”

Max agreed. “Maybe some of their luck will rub off on the rest of us.”

“I hope so,” Nancy chimed, slinging the shot gun over her shoulders. She motioned for Robin and Max to give the two of you some privacy, getting one last glance herself– Steve had his hands on your face, and he said something that made you laugh, which in turn made him grin like a fool. Nancy smiled and turned away just as Steve and you shared a loving kiss. “I really hope so.”

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imagine coming to save Ace

A heaviness shuddered across Ace’s shoulders as tears formed in his eyes; all he ever wanted to do was unburden those he loved the most. Even if it meant in his death, naturally he would accept that. Yet all he could think of was his brothers. How proud of Luffy he was and how comforting it felt to know he would see Sabo soon. Then behind those thoughts, those wonderful memories, there you stood with a warm smile and a hand held out for him. As you always did.

He’d miss that that most. Rendezvous between islands and adventures to play catch up, to indulge in a something romantical that both of you would laugh off later. It was silly – two pirates from different crews but it worked anyways.

He’d miss you so much, would you miss him?

“I would.”

Ace chuckled at his own insanity because now he was hearing voices – your voice. Crumbling into laughter, he stilled when he felt a warm touch on his bare shoulder. He had taken to looking away from the fight down below in the name of saving his life. He couldn’t bear to see people put their lives on the line for him, especially his little brother. Of course, the thought of your appearance crossed his mind, and he hoped you knew better than to not stay away. If he was going to die, he didn’t want you to witness it.

“You’re not dying today, Ace. There’s a lot of people down there fighting, so you must do the same.”

He stared up at the figure looming over him; a dark shadow until the a few clouds moved and his eyes squinted in the sun. Blinking a few times, the owner of the voice appeared before him, and a sense of dread filled his eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“No one, not even you, gets to tell me where I can and can not go.” You kneeled before him and that’s when he noticed the stillness down below. The fight seemed to halt in place, and he realized you were overexerting your powers.

“Nope. I just enhanced,” you smiled at Ace as you worked to release him from his shackles. “I know we haven’t seen each other in a few months, but I’ve been working really hard. I can do more than mind read and slow things down for just seconds.”

Ace studied your face, eyes focused as you freed his wrists, and he felt his heart shake. The entire ground shook under him as he realized something he had feared for so long – he was in love with you and he did not want to die. At least not today and not until he got decades with you. The thought made you smile, and you reached for his face, thumb caressing his cheek.

“I’d like that too, but we need to fight for that.” Ace inhaled deeply and quickly pulled you against his body, he held you tight and laid a kiss under your earlobe.

“Okay,” he whispered into your ear, breath hot on your skin. “Let’s fight. Then we can go away.”

An image of a humble home on a small island, looking out to the sea. A few fruit trees and a child sprinting around the grass. It was definitely a life worth fighting for and you kissed Ace so hard on the mouth he stumbled back with laughter. He looked like himself once more and you knew he was ready to fight. You watched as he stood up and held out a hand to you, a wild look in his eyes.

A look of a man so determined to live.

Taking his hand, you stood on your feet and looked down on the frozen fight.

“I guess you get to meet my little brother today.”

“I already have, who do you think sent word to me?”

The thought of Luffy doing all this for him brought tears to Ace’s eyes and you reached down for his hand, giving it a squeeze. He glanced over at you and wondered if he was worth all this trouble. People will lose their lives today for him…

“Life is worth fighting for and you don’t get a say in how we all feel about you. So, buck up, Ace. I suspect it’s going to be a long fight.”

“I love you,” he whispered, hearting pounding from the anticipation until you slipped your hand from his and held it forward. He watched as you flicked your wrist and time seemed to continue as it did, the fighting grew louder, and you smiled at him.

“I love you too.”

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how things worked out

Bucky Barnes x Reader

a/n: this is a prequel to a mini series I will be writing called Invisible String.

summary: looking back at your past relationship with steve rogers and how it led to finding the love of your life - life is funny, isn't it?

The post office was packed, no surprise there. People carrying packages that range from hefty to manageable in their arms. The air was stuffy but that was to be expected inside a government facility. The slow shuffling of the line would have been a nightmare for an impatient person, but you were fine just waiting in line. You needed to get the small package out as soon as possible and if that meant waiting eons, then that was that.

The package in your arm wasn’t the usual boring brown; you had opted for one of the festive boxes that the post office offered. It was blue with colored polka dots with a printed faux light blue ribbon around it. It was cute and the contents inside of it was even more adorable – three pairs of onesies in various colors, a small blue beanie and the cherry on top, a toddler sized newspaper boy cap. Oh, it was precious when you saw it at the baby boutique and knew Steve would die when he laid is eyes upon it.

Steve Rogers.

Damn that man for being so wonderful.

The thought of him made you smile, when for a long time, it crushed you. The mere thought of his existence in the world, knowing he was off being great without you at his side, paralyzed you. When all the years you spent with him didn’t matter in the end, at least that’s how you felt. Now, ten years older and so much wiser, thinking of Steve made you realize how great life was. How grateful you were to have had the time with him, even though the relationship ended badly. It was all over the tabloids of your mind; the memories and tears, the fighting and the loving…

“Come dance with me.”

“Everyone will see,” you laughed, fully aware of the crowd of people. The two of you were at a farmer’s market and a band was playing near the food stands. Lights were hung over the trees, illuminating the night with its softness. Steve, so boyish in the face, just smiled and held out his hand. He didn’t care and if he didn’t care, why should you? So, you took his hand and shyly allowed him to bring you to the dance floor. No one else was dancing, but he pulled you into his body as if in a bedroom; one hand around your waist, while the other held your hand against his chest. Your head rested against his shoulder; hand slipped up his back as the music swirled in the air.  In that moment, the people staring felt insignificant. You felt exceptional – the star of the show, with Steve at your side, kissing you on the forehead and both of you wishing the song would never end.

It did though.

“You can’t be serious, Steve…”

His eyes lifted from the ground. “We both know this isn’t working anymore. Bucky’s driving down to help me move out, I want you to have the apartment.”

Hand on heart, you feigned a smile. “Oh, my hero. Always a gentleman.”

“Don’t be like that, come on…. we…” his words drifted, as you two did. It had been six months of really trying to get back to that place of love but falling short at every attempt. “…I can’t live like this anymore, I’m sorry.”

The line moved a person forward and you moved along. Staring down at the package once more, you laughed at the thought of sending your ex a baby shower gift. Who would have thought? After all the years of hating Steve, you grew to appreciate him. Growing older had made you learn some civility and you were able to understand that the two of you were never a happy ending match. The same could be said for him, he was compassionate enough to understand how you felt. He understood that the pair of you were just too young, hadn’t experienced life. That breaking up had been the best thing to do, and you thanked him for his graciousness. That same graciousness allowed him to understand and approve of what would conspire years later between you and his…

“This line is insane.”

The familiar voice, warm and low, brightened the room as you gazed over to man who appeared next to you. Bucky stood there in a thin black dress shirt and dark jeans; he handed over a takeaway coffee cup and leaned in for a kiss. He kissed you twice and took the package out of your hand, so you could take a sip. The coffee was delicious, and you thanked him, nodding to the line ahead.

“We’re going to be here for a while.”

“You sure we need to send this to Steve?”

Bucky was teasing, but you insisted that it be sent today. “We’re already missing the baby shower next week; we need to get this out today.”

“Not our fault they decided to have the baby shower the same week we leave for Europe.”

You smacked his arm with a quiet laugh, and he beamed, wanting to kiss you a dozen more times but the line moved. He settled for staring lovingly at your face as you took another drink of coffee, and he felt his body warm. His eyes flickered down to the package in his arms, and he couldn’t help but wonder how everything ended up this way – not that he was complaining. The breakup between his best friend and you were not amicable, he could never forget how hurt and angry you looked when he showed up at the apartment. It looked like you hadn’t eaten in weeks, eyes red from crying – he wanted to get out of the situation, but he loved Steve like a brother. He also liked you, thought Steve had made a great choice when he brought you around as his girlfriend. Bucky was placing bets that his friend would propose, especially after you two moved into the apartment.

Bucky was sure of it all.

Then he found himself moving Steve’s belongings into a rental truck and driving him back to New York. After that, it had been almost eight years since he last seen you. Until a trip to visit friends in Los Angeles changed his whole world. He never, in his damn life, would have expected you to show up to his friend’s apartment.

Walking in with a friend, wearing professional attire; pleated black pants, half tucked in white blouse. High heels that you quickly took off, leaving them at the door – it was clear you were familiar with the apartment. Hair swept in a low bun, strands framing your face. He watched from the couch, standing up as you moved to the kitchen not even noticing him.

Sam, whose apartment it was, had called for you from the kitchen and that’s why you hadn’t noticed everyone who was over. You grinned at the handsome man when he offered up a beer from his fridge. The two of you had met a few years back when you first moved to LA for a job; he had been a co-worker but eventually left the company. Your friendship continued and now, you were a constant at his apartment.

“I have to introduce to my buddy from New York, picked him up from the airport today.”

Sipping from the beer, your shoulders relaxed after a long day at the office. “James, right?”

“I go by Bucky, actually.”

The familiar voice shook the apartment and when you turned, you hadn’t expected to see Bucky standing in front of you. He stood there sheepishly, not knowing what your reaction would be, but when you placed the beer down and laughed, he relaxed. The two of you approached each other and hugged, a little awkward, but it was nice. Sam, confused, asked if you knew Bucky and you laughed, pulling from the man. You stared up at him and his eyes softened in a way you had never noticed before.

“Yeah, I know him…”

“I hope they like the clothes….”

Bucky guaranteed they would, and you relaxed. He smiled – he did that a lot when you were around. Although, it took some time for him to reconcile with his feelings for you and the fact that you were his best friend’s ex-girlfriend. He had hated the feelings he had, the instant attraction and want that surged through him the moment you walked into Sam’s apartment. Hated that he could feel himself drifting towards you that night at the apartment or how you came around nearly every day he was in town for those two weeks. The first few times, it was group outings; Sam, the others, Bucky, and you. Showing him around the city and then when the others were busy with work, you offered to take him around.

Bookshops, lunches, people watching.

It had been the best two weeks of his life and he knew he was in trouble.

Yet, somehow, it all worked out.

Bucky said your name as the line moved up, he took your free hand and walked forward. You looked at him and he could only grin. “I love you.”

How strange life was; time moving forward – that was all that was certain. Squeezing Bucky’s hand, you smiled back at him. Fascinating, how things worked out. Bucky holding your hand, keeping your heart safe – knowing if it hadn’t been for Steve, the two of you would have never found each other.

 “I love you too.”

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writing this weekend. just don't know what to write lol

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imagine anakin coming to see you

The station was buzzing with chitchat amongst the pilots and others getting ready for a training run. Anakin walked through the crowd, eyes scanning each face until he came across the person he arrived to the base to see - you.

You stood in uniform, engine compartment opened under your ship. He watched from a few feet away as you cursed, eyes focused on whatever problem laid before you. Anakin smiled to himself, feeling a little childish, his wrist twitched and the rolling tool box next to your feet started to move away. Seconds later, when you reached a hand down for another wrench there was nothing but air.

Immediately your gaze moved from the compartment to where the tool box once stood and then to where Anakin stood - a soft smile on his face. Your eyes widen in delight and you didn't care that he was a Jedi, didn't care that it was frown upon - you raced right into his arms. He fumbled back but held you tight against his chest, laughing when you squeezed him with every last bit of strength you had.

"What a lovely surprise," you whispered, holding him tight. He smirked, pleased with your reaction and he too didn't care what anyone thought. He slowly pulled you from his chest, hands on your shoulder now.

"I was able to get away for a bit. I wanted to come see you..."

His eyes softened when you touched his face, endless amount of happiness flourished through your body - right down to the bones. You asked him how long he had before he had to get back and he sighed, fingers brushing away hair from your face. "Not enough time."

Duties, the two of you had duties but wasn't nourishing the heart the best duty of all?

You were sure many couldn't disagree more but they knew nothing of the love between Anakin and you - so the duties could wait, even for a day, if it meant spending some time with the man you loved.

"My quarters? I have so many things to tell you..."

Anakin, amused with love, kissed you on the forehead. "Lead the way."

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