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lives-in-midgard · 3 months

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Do You Remember?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.

Word Count: 1220

Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hey everyone!💗 This is my submission to the @secretswiftymarvelfan I Love You 3000 writing Bonanza. I hope you and everyone else like how it turned out!

Prompts: Steve Rogers | friends to lovers| "Do you remember that night in [insert place]?"

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When you joined the Avengers a few years ago, you never thought you’d get this close to them. Especially not that you would be this close to Steve. Steve is your best friend and you are his. But there is also something else between you two. A few months ago, you started having feelings for him but were too afraid to tell him. Now you get butterflies every time he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him while you watch movies together or when he gives you a pet name and gives you that smile you love so much.

What you didn’t know was that Steve felt the exact same way about you. There were so many moments where Steve wanted to confess how he felt, but then he got too nervous and told himself that he would tell you the next time he had the chance. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you until today.

You were currently on a mission with the other Avengers. The goal of the mission was to take down a HYDRA base and bring important information from the computer there. Everything was planned and everyone knew what to do when they left the compound that day.

In the quinjet you could feel Steve’s gaze on you. As your best friend, he was almost always worried about you on missions, especially when it involved HYDRA. Of course, Steve knows that you’re a good assassin and that you can protect yourself, but as your best friend and because he loves you so much, he can’t stop worrying that something might happen to you. Steve always tries to look out for you and help whenever he sees you having problems.

The quinjet landed near the HYDRA base and everything went according to the plan. You all went in, took down the Agents and Natasha was about to get the information you needed.

“I have everything.” Natasha said over the headphones.

“Okay, then let’s get out of here.” Steve commanded and everyone agreed. Everyone made their way out of the building. You were almost outside when you suddenly heard an explosion not far away from you. You flinched and looked back to where it came from. A few seconds later there was a second explosion and the building started to burn.

You have to get out of there as soon as possible or you’ll never see Steve again. The next thought that came to your mind was that you’ll never be able to tell him how you really feel.

Outside of the building:

“Shit Buck, where is y/n?” Steve said as he nervously paced around.

“She’ll probably be out in a few seconds.” Bucky said and Steve hoped that he was right. They all looked at the building and waited a few more minutes until suddenly a second explosion occurred and the building began to burn.

“Shit, where is she?” Steve said again and the others started to worry as well.

“Y/n, can you hear me? Sweetheart?” Steve said over the headphones, hoping you would say something, but you didn’t.

“Y/n honey?” He tried again but got no response from you. Steve looked at Bucky worriedly. Bucky placed a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Buck I- I never got to tell her how much I love her.” Steve said with a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Steve, she knows.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“I have to go and find her.” Steve confirmed, turning around and running towards the building.

“Steve!” Bucky shouted, but Steve didn’t want to turn around. He had to find you and make sure you were safe.

Steve was about to go into the building when you came running out. When you saw Steve, you jumped into his arms. He was so relieved that you were safe now. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. He kissed your forehead and then asked.

“Are you hurt?” You looked into his beautiful eyes and noticed how worried and sad he looked.

“I’m okay.” You mumbled, laying your head back on his chest. Steve kissed your forehead and then picked you up and carried you to the quinjet. Steve gently placed you on a chair, knelt down and began checking to see if you had any injuries. You sat there in silence, still in shock at what just happened.

Steve softly pulled up your shirt and found a wound on your left arm. He looked at you worriedly and then said, “I’ll put a bandage over it, okay?”

You nodded and Steve asked Bucky to bring everything he needed. Steve treated your wound gently, then put a bandage over it and then looked at your face. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and tried to smile at you. You smiled back and reached for his hand.

“Thank you, Steve.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart, but you should still go to a doctor and get checked out.”

“Only if you come with me.” You said and Steve smiled.

“Of course, I’m coming with you.” He paused for a moment and then said more.

“I’m so glad you’re safe. I was so scared and for a second I really thought I had lost you.” Steve said, having that sad look in his eyes again.

“Oh, Stevie, I promise you that you won’t lose me.” You said and now put your hand on his cheek.

“When I first heard the explosion, I thought about how I could never tell you that … I love you. I love you so much more than you think. And I know I should have told you sooner, but I wasn’t sure what you -” Steve wanted to say more but you interrupted him.

“Steve, I love you too. A few months ago, I realized that you mean so much more to me than just a friend.” You confirmed and Steve’s smile began to grow and so did yours.

„Do you remember that night in Paris?” Steve asked and you nodded. He was referring to the night when the Avengers were invited to an important gala event. You and Steve danced that night and talked all night while watching the sunset together.

“That was the night I realized I love you.” Steve said and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as he smiled at you.

“Oh, Steve I’m so glad we feel the same way.”

“Me too.” He said and then moved closer to you. Steve pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and placed his hand on your cheek. You made the last inch between the two of you and kissed him. The kiss was soft but didn’t last long because you both remembered that the others were there as well. When you turned away you smiled at each other. Steve stood up, sat next to you and took your hand in his. You rested your head on his shoulder and enjoyed the flight back to the compound. When you landed at the compound, Steve made sure you went to a doctor and got taken care of.

You and Steve were so happy to finally know that you have the same feelings for each other and you were so excited to go on your first date with Steve.

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 months

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Congrats on 3000! Can I please request Steve Rogers/Friends to Lovers/"I said I'd take care of you" tysm:)

Thank you so much for sending something in!

Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Apartment hunting is becoming difficult thanks to Steve's help

Word Count: 681

Warning: Minor Angst! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You loved Steve. He was you best friend in the world word. You’d die for him, and he’d die for you.

But right now? You wanted to kill him.

You were currently searching for a new apartment. Your old one had gotten damaged in the most recent attack on New York, your landlord had promised you that you’d be back in your apartment in six months' time. But then he decided to sell the land to developers and your apartment block was being torn down for a fancy new hotel.

You’d been staying with Steve while it was only supposed to be six months and it had been loads of fun, you almost didn’t want to move out, but you didn’t want to overstay your welcome. So when your lack of an apartment became permanent you started looking.

Steve said he’d help, he came with you to all the viewing, but he was more of a hindrance than a help. With every apartment you saw he found something wrong with it.

Sometimes the things he pointed out were valid, like the lack of amenities, storage or the kitchen was too small. But a lot of them were so small that he was just nitpicking like the floors were creaky. Nothing was perfect enough for him and it wasn’t even his apartment.

You were looking around yet another apartment, you’d lost count of how many apartments you viewed by now. This was a nice apartment, you couldn’t find anything wrong with it, but by the look of Steve’s face, you knew he’d found at least 5 things wrong with it.

“Right what is it then?” you snapped, arms crossed over your chest.

Steve had the gall to look surprised at your outburst “What?”

“What tiny little thing are you gonna say is so wrong with this place that I shouldn’t go for it?” you stated.

Steve glanced around the room “Well since you mentioned it” he started.

You didn’t let him finish “No, no, NO!” you shouted, “I don’t want to hear it!” Steve baulked “Do you know how difficult it is to find an apartment Steve? There are so many people like me looking and only so many places! So yeah none of them will be perfect! You have to find something that you could work with!” You rant gesturing out at the apartment around you before you pointed a finger at him “Your apartment has plenty of problems that you live with! Like that creaky floorboard by the front door and- and the window that gets stuck in the bathroom! You lived with it so why can’t I!”

“I’m sorry” Steve said quietly, his shoulder dropped.

“I don’t get it Steve” you sighed “Why? Why do you keep doing this? Do you not want me to move out or something?”

“I don’t… I don’t want you to move out” he admitted.

“You don’t? You said quietly.

Steve shook his head as he walked over and closed the distance between you “When you moved in I said I’d take care of you… how can I do that you move out?”

“But-but-” you stuttered struggling to make sense of it all.

Steve let out a heavy sigh as he scratched the back of his neck “guess there’s no better time to be honest… I love you Y/N, so so much and after living with you, being so close to you every day… I don’t think I can go back to not having you around”

Your jaw dropped and your heart hammered in your chest. One of the reasons you want to find your own place was because you’re feelings for him were so strong and you were so certain that he didn’t return those feelings that it was killing you.

“You- you-... I- I love you too Steve” you breathed.

Steve let out a relieved chuckle “So will you stay?” he asked taking another step closer so there was barely any space between you, and his fingers brushed against yours.

“I’ll stay” you whispered as you linked your fingers with his.

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dc418writes · 3 months

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✨Pairing✨: softdark!assassin!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

A/N🎤: hello☺️! This is my submission to the @secretswiftymarvelfan I Love You 3000 Writing Bonanza✨! Congrats again on 3000 followers👏🏾👏🏾!! I hope you - and everyone else who reads - like what I put together!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

AU: assassin, Trope: one night only, Dialogue: “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want”

Taking a deep breath, you stand smoothing your white tennis skirt down against your thighs before making your way to the ridiculously handsome man your friends pushed you into talking to.

“Girl take a chance for once!”

“I-I don’t want to bother him. Plus I’m sure he already has someone,” you replied nervously holding your hands in your lap. From your quick glances his way, he seemed unimpressed with everything - and potentially everyone - around. Content and enjoying his solace.

“Well you won’t know unless you ask,” your other friend countered in a sing-song manner fluttering her newest lash extensions.

Now here you were nearly to the corner booth in the dimmest part of the bar with your fruity cocktail in hand as your pink, strappy heels tapped against the floor. The stranger’s eyes locked with yours as he sips his own glass tumbler half filled with a brown liquid. How his tongue peeks out to collect the small droplets left, paired with the corner of his mouth tilting in the slightest smirk, leaves an involuntary flutter in your lower abdomen that carries down into your core.

Your cheeks - and overall body - warm as you finally reach your destination. “H-Hi.”

He gently bows his shaved head, “Hello.”

“Sorry to bother you. M-My friends and I made this pact to try new things this year and mine is to walk up to a guy I’m attracted to since I don’t really do that so here I am…”

“I’m not surprised.” You feel your mood fall at his words and embarrassment swell in your chest. How foolish of you to think you could do this? That you had an ounce of sex appeal or confidence like those other girls you saw easily able to grab any man they wanted. It’s exactly why you stayed to yourself. Your ultimate fear of rejection keeping you rooted in your seat or at home.

“O-Oh?,” is all you can muster feeling even more stupid that you didn’t even have a solid retort.

“As gorgeous as you are, I’m sure you always have men coming up to you. No need for you to do any work,” he explains making a shy smile spread along your glossy lips and relief soothe the uneasiness of your stomach. He extends his hand to the seat next to him motioning for you to join him, which you gladly take with a quiet “thank you.”

“Truthfully, it’s my friends that get all the attention. Guys usually just walk past me to get to them.”

“Nothing against your friends, but sounds like those boys were idiots,” he firmly states before taking a last pull of his drink to finish it. The tic in his jaw as if he’s bothered by those other men even though he doesn’t know them. As if he’s annoyed at just their mere mention. “Then again, should probably thank em for allowing us to meet huh?”

At that, you seem to lose your train of thought immediately letting your eyes fall to your lap again so giddy from his words. A brief silence falls over your table, but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable in the slightest. Finally peeking up again, his ocean eyes - and overall expression - turn a bit softer, which doesn’t help the butterflies erupting in what feels like your whole body.

“Shit, sweetheart you got me forgetting my manners. Curtis,” he introduces in a deep drawl that sends tingles up your spine. Holding his hand out, you notice intricate, black ink along the back of his hand and knuckles - in a design you can’t exactly make out - that looks to extend all the way up his arm covered by his black long sleeve shirt. You feel guilty for it, but you let your mind wander to how far it exactly goes. To his solid chest? His, probably, perfectly sculpted back maybe? Across his firm pecs and down to his abs you could visibly make out through his shirt?

The longer your mind imagined, the more that itch to find out grew stronger. And when you placed your hand in his - noting just how much larger it was than yours, not to mention stronger - you knew you were done for.

“Y/N.”

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It’s pitch black when you finally awake to the quiet room. The side of your face pressed into the vanilla bourbon scented pillow below you - the same one Curtis had you drooling, moaning, and pleading in majority of the night.

The way he wrung your body exhausted pulling orgasms one after the other - you honestly couldn’t remember the exact number from your brain turning into mush after the second - you’d think he created you. Molded you with his own hands and knew just where he hid that special spot inside you. Then again, maybe it was just from you being..well..out of commission for some time.

Slightly lifting your head, you finally notice you’re lying by yourself in his king sized bed. The sheets pulled up to cover your back and keep you warm.

Additionally, just how quiet it is around you as if you’re the only one there period.

“C-Curtis?,” you hoarsely call out hoping he just journeyed to the kitchen or even another room for a call. Having a house so extravagant, clearly he had to do something highly important that took most of his time.

But you’re met with silence, causing the once tired smile along your lips to falter.

You thought he really liked you. That he would’ve wanted to see you again sometime and maybe grow into something more. “That’s why they call it one night stand,” you mumble to yourself feeling the crack in your heart spread bit by bit as you slide from under the warm covers to collect your things.

It seems like your stomach becomes queasy again with every piece of clothing you put on; making you study your earlier conversation trying to discover any missed signs or warnings. Of course you still didn’t see any, only making you feel foolish and ashamed all over again.

Heels clacking and echoing throughout the home, you’re too busy reserving an Uber on your phone to notice Curtis standing in front of the main door until you nearly run into him. A startled scream pushing from your lungs as one hand lands on your chest and the other drops your phone to the hardwood floor.

With his black top and black pants, he looked as if he’d been in combat having hand guns hanging from the harness strapped across his upper body. Black gloves covering his hands, and red dots splattered along his face match the dripping streaks on his top that are undoubtedly blood.

His expression, hard and stoic, causes an increase in your heart rate now nervous and confused as to what happened to his overall state let alone the change in his mood.

“What happened to you?,” you quietly ask.

“Nothing you need to worry about. And that’s also the first and last time you ask about my business, got it?” His harsher tone has you slightly flinching; taking a step back as you gently nod your head.

“I-I’m sorry..I didn’t mean-,”

“Pretty sure I left you asleep,” he retorts removing his gloves.

“I was looking for you a-and I saw you were gone,” you stammer wrapping your arms around yourself. “I thought-,”

“That this was over? Oh sweetheart you’re too cute.” His words should have you jumping for joy and excited, but his deep chuckle - more menacing than comforting - causes an unwelcome sinking in your gut.

One swift stride forward with his long legs, and Curtis catches your chin in his hand pressing his fingers into your cheeks hard enough to make your plump lips pout and a surprised whimper to leave your heaving chest. You had no choice but to face those blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place; only worsening your nerves.

“I’ll let you know now I’m hard to get rid of,” he whispers ghosting his lips over yours. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want. Who I want.”

You remain quiet - as if you could even try to fight - letting his grip loosen until his fingertips drag from the side of your neck to your collarbone making you shiver. Your body still somehow willing to give in to this man who surely was more dangerous than you could imagine.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re gonna get out these clothes and you’re gonna help me clean up in the shower. I’ll put you back to sleep then order breakfast for us in the morning, where you’ll rightly apologize for trying to leave in whatever way I see fit until our food arrives. Understand button?”

You need to fight. Any logical person would scream and shout to the heavens punching and kicking past the point of exhaustion in this situation. Yet you were stuck. Partially from fear of not knowing what Curtis was truly capable of, and partially from your greedy core loving that idea. You could feel the light throb and arousal begin to leak from you making your thighs clinch.

Of course he notices too from the smug smirk on his lips. “Y-Yes,” you softly answer.

“Good girl.”

Who would’ve thought your first - well almost - one night stand would be your last?

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shannaraisles · 6 years

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Writer Process Meme

I’ve been tagged by so many people, but the most recent ones are the lovely @laraslandlockedblues, the luscious @lechatrouge673, and the cutie @kawakaeguri! Thank you, darlin’s!

Short stories, novels, or poems?

Somewhere in between? My long fics tend to turn out excruciatingly long, but I have a fairly decent turnover with ficlets that seem to average about 3000 words, give or take. So I guess I’m saying ... short stories in between writing a novel or novella’s worth of arcing storyline. Sadly, the only poems I have any real talent with are limericks, and they only come when I’m in a very particular mood.

What genre do you prefer reading?

I do mostly read fantasy and humor. I’m pretty attached to historical dramas as well, and I do love me a good non-fiction from time to time. Also romance, be it bodice-rippers or otherwise. ~grins~ I’ll read virtually anything once, to be honest. Some things several times.

What genre do you prefer writing?

I think we can all safely say I’m in my comfort zone with romance. ~laughs~ Although it tends not to be the full focus of my longer stories, romance is usually the arc that winds itself around the adventure.

Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

Um ... pass? ~laughs~ It all depends on what I’m writing. I generally start writing with the vaguest idea of where I eventually want to go with it, but I will write myself very rough outlines for the next two or three chapters just so I stay on track. With ficlets, I don’t bother planning - I have an idea, and I just bang away at the keyboard until the idea happens. This is why my attempts at PWP smut turn into 7k monsters - I have no plan, and plot just happens without permission.

What music do you listen to while writing?

Nothing! I genuinely can’t focus when there’s music in the background, even instrumental mood music. I write in silence, to the beat of my own inner editor lying on the floor of my mind screaming out a tantrum because I won’t let her go back and fix a typo I made four pages ago.

Fave books/movies?

Oh, good grief. Let’s just go with a brief look at my shelf, shall we?

Books: The Chronicles of Shannara - Terry Brooks (is anyone surprised?); The Belgariad, Mallorean, Elenium, and Tamuli - David Eddings; The Discworld - Terry Pratchett. Favoritest book ever ever ever? To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee.

Movies: I did a meme for this! But forgot to put Some Like It Hot in there.

Any current WIPs?

In progress and being posted as I go - A Rose By Any Name, and In Marcher Fields. Being worked on in the background - Thedas go Brách.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Bare feet, dark blue jeans, black top with at least half-sleeves, and don’t forget the comedy glasses!

Create a character description for yourself:

Niamh hated the word “average”. It didn’t describe anything, and certainly not her - she’d go with words like “dumpy”, “short-ish”, “pale and freckled”. Others would use words like “sweet”, “nice”, and on occasion, “adorable”. She didn’t mind that so much. After all, it was better that people saw the good rather than the bad.

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Well, if we’re discounting the sheer amount of me that goes into every one of my protagonist characters ... One person in particular has the misfortune to be my go-to for fleshing out secondary characters who are generally more fun to be around than my protagonists. ~chuckles~ She doesn’t know it, and she never will if I can help it!

Are you kill-happy with characters?

Well, I wouldn’t say I’m kill-happy. I like a good impactful death every now and then, but I think I’m generally pro-life when it comes to my characters and their stories. I think. ~quietly pushes Poppy’s story behind her~

Coffee or tea while writing?

Water or juice. If I’m drinking tea or coffee, I’m relaxing, and relaxing and writing do not mix.

Slow or fast writer?

I feel slow, because when I started just over a year ago, I was putting out a chapter a day like an idiot. Even though I’ve slowed down, though, I think I’m reasonably fast.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Pretty much everything, but it tends to get mulled over in the back of my mind and spring out at me when I’m not in a position to write anything down. Like just about to fall asleep, for example.

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Realistically? Dead. ~laughs~ Ideally? ... I’m kind of torn between an independent noble/princess type, or a magical healer of some kind. I’m definitely not a warrior type.

Most fave book cliche? Least fave book cliche?

Most: Happy ever after. I love seeing characters I’ve bonded with get their reward.

Least: To be honest, I can’t think of a cliche off the top of my head that I actually dislike. It’s all in the execution - if it’s lazily written, I’ll hate it.

Fave scenes to write?

I’m a fluff monster. All the fluff, always. I even actively avoid writing angst, and my angst barely even registers as angst half the time! I enjoy quiet moments between characters who are friends or more - not so much the physicality of those moments as the emotional connection between them.

Most productive time of day for writing?

Weirdly, it all depends on when the inspiration strikes. Most of the time, it’s mid-afternoon, but today, I was writing right up until 1am!

Reason for writing:

Straight up honestly? To make myself feel better. I have various issues, and they limit my ability to feel that I’ve accomplished anything at all in a given day. Through my writing, I get to vicariously go on adventures, make close friends, fall in love, and experience a little bit of what belonging to something feels like. Through the community that I’ve joined in sharing my writing, I’ve found friends. It doesn’t sound like much, but it means the world to me.

And I think pretty much everyone has done this by now, right? If you haven’t, consider yourself tagged!

#writer process meme

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cobaltbeam · 6 years

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Another story in a similar vein- the story of Oisin of the Fianna, an ancient irish warrior. The myth around him is that he married a faery princess (the faeries, or the sídhe, weren't like tinkerbell) as part of a pact between his warrior band and the sídhe. She took him across the sea to Tír na nÓg, land of the young, and fell in love. They danced and sang and had fun there for three years, until he remembered the Fianna and Ireland. He asked her (her name is Niamh) if he could cross (1)

(2) the sea and see how his family and friends were doing. She told him yes, he could, but he can't touch Irish soil (a horse took him over the water) He went across to Ireland and met some men trying to push a large rock. He asked them where the Fianna were- and they told him the Fianna died out 3000 years ago. He was in shock, and when they asked him for help to push the rock, as he looked strong, he barely thought about it as he leant and pushed it for them (3) He lost his balance and fell to the floor, quickly aging 3000 years. Now, there are a couple of versions to this story. The one I'm going to tell is of the men bringing Saint Patrick to Oisin as he lay on the floor. He asked Oisin if he wanted to be baptised before he died. Oisin responded he wanted to be with the Fianna, wherever that may be. Saint Patrick went away, and then brought an old man with him when he returned- Oisin's cousin and friend, Caílte. Caílte is my favourite(4) member of the Fianna, as there are a lot of stories surrounding him, and he had a close relationship with the Sídhe, who are thought to have given him eternal life. Caílte offered a hand to Oisin, who managed to stand, and the two aged warriors walked to caves on the coast to sleep until Ireland needs them again. Now, there are a lot of metaphors in this story, about old ireland and the old ways etc, and I grew up with this story. A couple of other things: Niamh had 'golden hair'

Oh man this is so beautiful!! I love legends like this, even though I don’t know many. But this is very nice, thank you for sharing your knowledge!!!

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 months

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So happy belated 3000! I know I am a little late to the party but we’ll, here I am 😅 I kinda missed the post for the „I love you 3000 writing bonanza“… But if you still take request I gonna leave this one here:

What about some smutty CEO!Ari „I might be a terrible dancer, but I‘ve got great moves in bed“? Because… Ari is… 🥵

Ari is in a league of his own and it's been a while since I've written him so oh boy was this a treat!

Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! Minors DNI!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You had no idea how you got into this situation. Well… actually no you did. To break it down into a simple mathematic equation (office party + alcohol) + insanely attractive boss = incredibly awkward and frankly stupid social interactions.

From the moment you met Ari, you were completely smitten. You were surprised that you even got the job as his personal assistant after spending the majority of the interview drooling over his insane body which he teased with his rolled-up sleeves and one too many shirt buttons undone. Yet somehow you did, you guessed your extensive CV and experience did most of the talking because your mouth certainly didn’t.

When you were offered the job you weren’t even sure if you should accept it or not. If you did you would have unlimited access to stare and daydream about him, you would be the person closest to him in the entire company. But you weren’t entirely sure whether you could actually do the job with a distraction as good as him only a short distance away. You didn’t think you could bear the embarrassment of being fired by him.

Your friends and a couple shots of tequila gave you the courage to accept the job, because you were really, really good at being a personal assistant. So surely even if you were distracted you would still just be a good assistant.

Thankfully it was surprisingly easy. While your crush remained it definitely became less intense and debilitating after a couple of weeks. You guessed it was because of Ari’s easy-going, charismatic nature. It was impossible to not become friends with him and with that friendship came an air of ease between you. He wasn’t a big terrifying CEO, he was just Ari. Did you still have fantasies about him? Yes of course, but you were still able to walk into his office and not be a bumbling mess.

That easygoing friendship was irrevocably changed at the most recent office party. You couldn’t remember exactly why or what you were celebrating, you just knew that Ari asked you to book a private bar and make sure there was plenty of booze. Which you did, too well, because if there had been less booze you probably wouldn’t have made a fool of yourself.

In your defence Ari is a terrible influence, all it would take was a flash of his lopsided smile and you’d do whatever he said. Including drinking more shots of tequila than you should have. You could argue however that you were a bad influence too, you were the one who dragged him out onto the dance floor. With so much alcohol pumping through your veins you didn’t think much about how you were moving your body, you just danced. Ari had laughed and danced along with you, the warmth of his hand never far from you as he held your hand, or ran it down your back or sides.

“It’s a good thing dancing skills weren’t essential when I hired you” he laughed after you pulled out a dance move that was frankly criminal.

You shot him a smile as you turned to face him, hips twisting as you placed your hands on his shoulders. He in turn rested his on your waist, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as your hands shifted down to rest on his chest.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” you said beckoning him closer so you could whisper in his ear “I might be a terrible dancer, but I‘ve got great moves in bed”

You could hear his quiet groan over the heavy bass of the music as he pulled away enough to look you in the eyes. His gaze turned so heated you were sure you were about to melt.

“Oh really? Are you up for showing me those moves?” he asked, voice low, his hands drifting to the small of your back.

You bit your lip as you smirked up at him. To hell with the consequences. You nodded your head.

Ari gave you a wolfish grin “Let’s go then” he said, turning you around, keeping his hands on your hips as he led you out of the bar.

You knew exactly where he was taking you, he’d asked you to book a bar in a hotel and to also book him a room so he could crash there without needing a driver to take him home. Your heart was pounding in your chest, electricity pulsing along your skin as heat pooled at your core.

You’d barely stepped into the suite when you both began devouring each other. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and practically climbed him like a tree as he walked you back towards the bed. Your dress was discarded on the floor, and his shirt ripped open before the back of your knees even hit the mattress.

Despite the amount of alcohol in your system, you felt 100% sober and aware as he knelt down, hooked your leg over his shoulder and dove in to taste you. If the alcohol was dampening your senses you wondered what this would be like sober because it was already so goddamn amazing. You weren’t even embarrassed at how quickly you came because it was the best damn orgasm of your life.

As soon as he rose back up you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down on top of you, tasting yourself on his lips and his weight pressed down onto you. No time was wasted getting him completely naked and inside you. The stretch was so perfect that you were certain you were completely ruined. It was like a completely animalistic side of both of you won out as you clung onto him, nailed biting into his skin as he thrust deeply into you.

The rest of the night was a blur, yet one you could remember with absolute clarity. You’d lost count of how many rounds you had gone but you knew that you had performed more positions in one night than you had in your entire sexual history. If you had a sex bucket list it would be halfway completed by the time you and Ari collapsed back into bed, too tired and out of surfaces to carry on.

Which brings us to now. The moment you wake up, your body sore like you had climbed Mount Everest five times and your head pounding. You blinked a couple of times as your eyes tried to adjust to the light pouring in. Once they had it didn’t take you long to realise you weren’t in your bed, nor were you in your apartment. The weight draped across you was not your duvet, it was a long and muscular arm.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you followed the arm back towards its owner, alarm bells ringing when you saw Ari fast asleep next to you. Shit. You remembered every last detail from the night before, you didn’t regret any of it because how could you regret the best night of your life? But you were absolutely certain you were about to lose your job.

You didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought at all though as Ari’s eyelid fluttered open and his bright blue eyes immediately landed on you.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice deep with sleep.

You instantly melted hearing his voice, he already had a deep sexy timbre but adding sleep to it just took it to a whole other level.

“Hey,” you whispered.

His arm around you tightened, pulling you closer so your head was resting on his chest “I had a lot of fun last night… did you?” he asked, fingers tailing up and down your arm.

“Yeah… I did” you admitted because there was no way you could lie to him.

“Good” he hummed “wanna make it a regular thing?” you were silent for long enough that he added “And I don’t just mean last night, I mean dinners and all that other stuff people do together”

You were pretty sure your heart skipped a beat, you gazed up at him and saw that lopsided smile that made it impossible to say no. And why the hell would you say no, more nights like last night and mornings waking up next to him? You’d be insane if you said no.

A smile crept onto your face as you nodded “I’d love that” you said quietly.

Ari smiled back down at you, as he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly “Good” he grinned before shifting slightly beneath you “I don’t wanna talk about work but on Monday I want you to wear that cute little black pencil skirt” he smirked.

You chuckled “Done, anything else you want me to do boss?” you smirked.

“I want you to put out a job advert for another PA,” he told you.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on you, yeah you loved the idea of being with Ari but you still needed a job “What?” you choked out.

Ari shushed you gently “Don’t worry, you still have your job if you want it” he reassured you “I just think we’re gonna need another assistant to help out while we have some fun in my office” he grinned.

Your smile returned to your face as you nodded “It’ll be the second thing I do Monday morning”

Ari arched a brow “What’s the first?”

You bit your lip as you shifted closer to him, your lips a breath away from his “you” you whispered before kissing him deeply.

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Congrats babes on 3000 followers! If you're still taing requests , I would love to see Curtis Everett/Mob AU/"You don't know what I'm capable of."

Thank you so much! and oh my goodness, Curtis + Mob AU is the most delicious of pairings!

Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You smoothed out your black shimmering dress, the one you chose because it looked like an endless night sky, in the back seat of the car. Your gaze was set on the numerous industrial buildings you passed as you drove through town. It was different to what you were used to, trees that went on for miles only broken up by long drives towards estates. It was different in that despite the lack of nature it felt alive, like the buildings were breathing as men and women moved around on the streets.

The placement of a hand on top of yours drew your attention away from the view. You glanced over and smiled gently at your husband as his thumb brushed over the large ruby on your finger.

“It goes well with your dress” Bryce murmured.

The corner of your lips twitched upwards “black does go with everything” you pointed out with a smirk.

Bryce snorted and shook his head as he smoothed down his tie “I would have preferred to have worn something with a bit more oomph but I want us to look like a team”

You nodded your head in agreement “The deal is pretty much finalised right?”

“Right, but nothing is set in stone until the signature is on the paper, so I just need you to be my secret weapon” Bryce smirked as he leant over and caressed your cheek.

You nodded your head, you understood exactly what that meant. You were there to look pretty and be a distraction while the men signed the deal.

It was a risky strategy. You were meeting Curtis Everett, otherwise known as The Axe and in the mob world if your leader had a nickname they were in a league of their own.

But you were confident that he would fall into the trap you laid like a black widow. In previous meetings, you’d caught his icy blue eyes lingering on you and what you wore then was far less revealing and tempting than the dress you wore now. If everything went to plan he would be too distracted by your looks to notice the changes to the contract Bryce had made.

Soon enough the car pulled into the nicer end of the industrial area. As you stepped out of the car you glanced around, it was clear lots of money had been pumped into this part of town yet it had kept its industrial charm.

You looped your arm in Bryce’s and allowed him to lead you inside the apartment building. The doorman waved the both of you through, directing you to the top floor where Curtis’ penthouse apartment was.

The man himself was waiting for you when the elevator doors opened. He wore a simple white shirt and black slacks. Much more understated than Bryce’s three-piece suit yet he remained the better dressed out of the two.

“Welcome,” Curtis greeted as you walked over.

“You have a lovely place” you commented as you looked around.

The industrial look had carried on inside his penthouse. It was full of deep blues and browns with accents of metal throughout. Despite all that, it was warm, welcoming and comfortable. Much different to the stately home you shared with Bryce where all the furniture was so posh that it looked nice but it wasn’t comfortable.

Curtis grunted and his lips twitched upwards as he glanced over at you. His icy blue eyes roamed over your body before he turned “this way”

You follow him into the next room which you guessed was the equivalent to Bryce’s drawing room. There was a large roaring fire, various different places to sit all comforting and inviting. There was a wet bar which Curtis was making his way towards, but your attention was captured by the large arched window that took up most of the far wall.

Your arm slipped from Bryce’s as you walked over to the window, your hand reaching out to run your fingers over the black metal frames. You admired the view as the two men began to talk, exchanging basic pleasantries.

You gazed over your shoulder, taking advantage of the men being distracted to survey the room. There was only one entrance or exit, unless you counted the window you stood by. You noted that Curtis didn’t have a bodyguard in the room, the only one was Bryce’s.

You looked at Curtis whose sights were already on you. You gave him a small arch of your brow which he returns with a small dip of his chin. Keeping your eyes on him you sauntered over to where the men stood at the wet bar. Keeping a healthy distance between them and positioning yourself between them and the bodyguard.

Curtis who was stood behind the bar passed Bryce, who was sat on the other side, a tumbler of whiskey before turning his attention to you “Would you like anything?”

You shake your head, hands gently gripping the clutch handbag you brought “No thank you, maybe later to celebrate”

A smirk played on Curtis’ lips as he nodded. He then turned his attention back to Bryce, his face turning as hard as stone. He took a couple of steps back to lean against the back counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

“About that… I’ve been doing my due diligence as any good businessman would do and decided to ask around about you some more, get some more… references” Curtis stated “Let’s just say they were less favourable than the ones you provided”

“If you’re talking about Drysdale he’s a trust fund prick” Bryce growled, his grip tightened around his glass.

“He is” Curtis nods “but his grandfather didn’t have many positive things to say, neither did many others”

“My family has been in this business since we first came to this country hundreds of years ago” Bryce stated tapping his finger down harshly on the bar counter “You need us and this deal, far more than we do”

Curtis’ poker face gives nothing away “I don’t think that’s true, you approached me, I’ve heard your family have been siphoning money and it’s only gotten worse since you took over, you’re approaching the red” he stated.

Bryce’s knuckles turn white “You know nothing about my financial situation, whatever you heard is wrong do you really think I’m foolish enough to advertise that if I was so near the red?” He argued.

“You’re doing it without even realising it” Curtis retorted.

“Sign the goddamn deal already and we can sort all this out later” Bryce growls slapping the contract down onto the bar.

Curtis didn’t move let alone flinch “No”

“I wouldn’t recommend that” you spoke up.

Bryce shot you a glare while Curtis looked over at you inquisitively “Why?” He asked.

“Financial situations aside, Bryce’s family carries a lot of influence, and so does mine it’s the reason he married me” you start “You may have created quite a notorious reputation for yourself but you’re still new and you’ve made a fatal error” you pulled out the gun you hid in your clutch, a silencer in place so even his guards outside the room wouldn’t hear the shot.

Curtis doesn’t flinch “Now I wouldn’t recommend that,” he said, you noticed his hand slyly reaching behind his back, not that it mattered it wouldn’t stop you.

You smirked at him “You don’t know what I’m capable of”

Faster than anyone could realise what was happening, especially Bryce, your aim shifted and the bullet was fired. It found its intended target inside Bryce’s head.

Before Bryce’s body had even slumped onto the bar, Curtis pulled out his own silenced gun and fired, Bryce’s bodyguard collapsed to the floor dead.

Finally, a smirk broke out on Curtis’ face “I think that went perfectly to plan”

“It felt so good too” you sighed, relief coursing through your body.

You grabbed a cloth from the bar and wiped down the gun to remove your fingerprints and remove the silencer. You sauntered over to the dead bodyguard and placed the gun in his hands while removing his gun from his belt.

Everything went according to plan and Bryce was none the wiser. You hadn’t lied when you said the reason Bryce had married you was your family’s influence, but you hadn’t agreed to it your father had. You were the sole heir to the business yet your father didn’t believe you could handle it so married you off. It was truly a marriage of inconvenience.

So when you heard about Curtis six months ago you set up a meeting. It was strictly business to begin with but then it developed into a friendship and then an affair. Which is why the two of you hatched this plan to merge the families and free you from Bryce.

You had been secretly working behind the scenes for weeks, planting enough seeds to doubt in Bryce’s men, gathering enough support that once he was gone they would follow you.

“It was very sexy” Curtis murmured as he moved over to you, placing his hand on your hips, head dipping to press a kiss to your bare shoulder “Freedom is a good look on you”

You smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs brushed over his beard as you gazed into his blue eyes which had warmed now the mask was dropped.

“I’m about to look a lot less attractive” you smirked.

Curtis gave you a lopsided smile as he kissed you “Never” he said before kissing the tip of your nose “Ready?”

You nodded as you walked into position. You stood the opposite to where you stood before, so to anyone who entered you would be on the wrong side to where the bullet came from. You also made sure to stand far enough away from Bryce so it wasn’t strange that you weren’t covered in his blood.

Curtis took up his original position and took out his gun, he glanced over at you and nodded to make sure you were ready before he shot another two rounds in quick succession. At the same time, you let out a blood-curdling scream, hand cupped over your mouth playing the part of a wife who’d just witnessed her husband’s murder.

Crocodile tears were streaming down your face as Curtis’ men rushed into the room along with a couple of your own men. Everyone had guns drawn and were pointing them at each other as they surveyed the room.

“What happened?” one of Curtis’ men, Grey, asked.

Curtis shook his head in disbelief “I don’t know, he just shot Bryce out of nowhere” he explained pointing over to the dead bodyguard “I shot him before he could kill anyone else” he added as he glanced over to you.

You were still sobbing as everyone else lowered their guns “he and Bryce had an argument yesterday, something about pay…” one of your men comments as he glanced down at the guard with disgust “What’s gonna happen now? The deal” he asked as he looked at you.

You shook your head and sobbed harder, making sure your entire body shook.

“We’ll sort that out later” Curtis huffed as he made his way out from behind the bar and towards you “Let’s make sure you’re okay first, how about a drink?” he offered as he gently led you to sit down.

You nodded as you sat down, making sure your shoulders were hunched “Thank you” you muttered weakly.

Once your drink was in your hand Curtis saw to the bodies, making sure they were properly disposed of and any blood was cleared up. You kept up your grieving and shocked widow act the entire time, slowly allowing yourself to calm down as time passed.

When enough time had passed Curtis sat down in the chair opposite you “I guess the deal is off?” he asked.

You shook your head “No… it’s still on, but let’s re-negotiate” you said as you looked over at him.

There was no need to negotiate. You and Curtis had already agreed to the deal, you had made sure all of Bryce’s business went to you in the event of his passing before an heir was born. With the deal you struck with Curtis, you now shared them with him, as well as all of his businesses. It was essentially another marriage deal, but the wedding would come later and at least this time it was your choice.

“Sounds like a plan” Curtis smirked.

A/N: Okay so this just might be my favourite oneshot I've written, Mob Curtis is just *chef's kiss*

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Another one for your I love you 3000 Bonanza 🙈💙

Johnny Storm, Emergency Service AU, "I said I'd take care of you"

Thank you for sending in an ask! I couldn't resist the irony of making the human torch a firefighter!

Something there - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader

Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You took a deep breath as you looked up at your new station, your new home whenever you were on shift. A quick glance told you that you didn’t have any more time to admire the station before you were late.

You shouldered your bag and made your way inside to find one of your new colleagues reclined back in his chair at the front desk, feet up on the desk. A lopsided smile grew on his face when he spotted you, sitting up to rest his forearms on the desk instead.

“Probie?”

“Pardon?” You arched a brow at him.

“You’re the new recruit right, Probationary firefighter aka Probie?” He said mimicking your expression.

“Right… well I’m looking for Captain Rogers? Can you point me in the right direction?” You asked.

The smile on the man’s face, an annoyingly handsome face, grew as he stood up from the desk “I’ll do you one better, I’ll take you there myself, I’m Johnny by the way” he introduced himself, holding out his hand.

You shook his hand “Y/N”

Johnny nodded in acknowledgement “C’mon Probie, this way” he then said nodding his head towards the corridor.

You rolled your eyes but followed him down the corridor towards the captain’s office. Your Captain was thankfully more welcoming even if he seemed far too used to Johnny's antics.

“Storm, can you give Y/N a tour of the station?” He asked once the meeting was over.

Johnny who had been leaning against the wall outside the office stood to attention and saluted “Aye aye captain”

Captain Rogers just responded with an exasperated sigh before disappearing back into his office.

“C’mon Probie let me show you our castle” Johnny smirked as he waved his hand for you to follow.

You rolled your eyes at him again “How long is this probie nickname gonna stay?” You asked

“Until you’re promoted, or if you do something so stupid enough to earn another” Johnny smirked over his shoulder.

“What’s yours then?”

Johnny stopped and turned to face you “Why’d you assume I have one?”

“I’m good at reading people and you’re cocky there’s no way you haven’t earnt a nickname from doing something stupid” you stated, arms crossed over your chest.

Johnny remained silent long enough for you to worry that you’d crossed a line. His eyes just studied you, dipping for a second before they returned to your face.

“Human Torch” he finally said before you had the chance to apologise.

You swallowed as you looked up at him “That sounds like an interesting story”

“It is, but one for another time” he winked, the cocky attitude returning like it never left, he turned and walked off “You coming probie?” He called when you didn’t immediately follow.

You remained silent as he showed you around the station, pointing out your locker, where you’d sleep on overnight shifts. He introduced you to the rest of the crew, all very friendly faces. It was only at the end of the tour when he took you back to the locker room to put away your stuff that you felt brave enough to talk to him again.

“So are there any other probie things I should look out for, like pranks or something?” You asked.

A lopsided smile grew on his face as he shook his head “Nah don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”

Your brows rose in surprise “Really?”

“Sure it’s what crewmates do for each other” he shrugged with that lopsided smile still on his face.

You narrowed your eyes at him, suddenly suspicious “You’re not saying that so I lower my guard right?”

Johnny smirked as he backed away tapping the tip of his nose “I’m not one to give away my secrets” he said before he turned and left you alone.

Despite the somewhat rocky start, you and Johnny formed a quick friendship. He was the crewmate you felt closest to out of them all and you quite often found yourself working with him whenever pairs were required.

You were so close that you began to wonder if there was something more between the two of you. A question that rattled through your mind when he was the first one to come to your rescue when you hurt your ankle on a call out.

A question that you had a lot of time to ponder when you were signed off for two weeks to recover from your sprained ankle.

You were sat on your couch, your foot propped up on the coffee table, an old sitcom on the TV that you were barely watching. A knock on your apartment door brought you back to the real world.

You grabbed your crutch and hobbled your way over to the door. You were surprised and excited to see that it was Johnny on the other side with a lopsided smile on his face and hands full of bags.

“Johnny… what are you doing here?” You breathed.

“Injuries can be boring so I thought I’d keep you company” he grinned nodding for you to move out of the way so he could step inside “You have a bath right?” He asked as you stepped aside.

“…yeah,” you said slowly.

“Good because I don’t think this bath shit will work in the shower,” Johnny said as he marched on down to your bathroom.

“Johnny- I- What?” You stuttered as you hobbled after him.

He didn’t answer you, he just carried on in his mission, setting down the bags before beginning to run you a bath.

“Johnny, please can you just tell me what’s going on?” You pleaded.

“I’m running you a nice relaxing bath, then I’m gonna sort out dinner and then we’ll just relax together, watch a movie” he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“But-but why? You don’t need to” you muttered in disbelief.

“I said I’d take care of you remember?” He smiled.

You tilted your head in confusion trying to recall when he said that. You were about to question him when the memory resurfaced, your first day at the station. He’d said he’d look after you when you asked him about pranks. It was only now that you realised you never really got pranked, there was no hazing it was pretty smooth. You had expected Johnny to forget but he didn’t.

“So I’m gonna leave the bathroom now so you can relax in this nice hot bath, just shout if you need me and I promise not to look unless you ask me to” he winked before slipping past you out of the bathroom, leaving you with the bombshell of a realisation you just had.

The only reason you were able to move and get into the bath was that you didn’t want it to go cold. As soon as you slipped under the warm, soapy, bubbly water you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips. This was the best bath you’d ever had, you swore as soon as you got out of this tub you’d do whatever you needed to do to get whatever bath secrets he had.

Once you were done and re-dressed in a fresh set of comfies you found Johnny in your living room with bowls of snacks laid out in arms reach.

“So how exactly are you sorting dinner? Because we both know for a fact that you can’t cook” you said as you settled back down on the couch.

Johnny instantly moved to help lift your ankle up onto a pillow that he’d set up on the coffee table to keep your ankle elevated, he then picked up a selection of takeout menus that you hadn’t noticed “Take your pick” he grinned as he held them out to you.

You grinned up at him “I thought a healthy diet was good for recovery” You smirked as he sat back down next to you.

“True, but you also deserved to be spoilt, so whatever you want I’ll get”

“Anything?”

“Anything”

You bit your lip and pondered what you could get him to do for you. Your mind went back to what he said as he was running your bath, you wanted the confirmation that maybe there was something there but you just weren’t brave enough to outright ask. You did think of something else you could ask that could get you the same answer though.

“How did you get your nickname?” it was the one secret that you still had yet to find out yet, it was a card he kept close to his chest so if he was willing to tell you then maybe, just maybe it would be the confirmation you needed.

Johnny blinked the playfulness disappearing from his eyes for a split second before he looked away. You were about to back out, tell him that he didn’t need to tell you especially when he shifted so his back was to you. But then he moved and took off his tee to reveal a large scar down his back, one that looked like a flame.

“The crew was off duty, getting a couple of beers after our shift” Johnny started keeping his back to you “We were walking home when a fire broke out at a tiny bistro, the whole place was already engulfed and there wasn’t a truck or crew nearby… we helped control the crowd and evacuate, but then in the corner of my eye I saw someone run into the building, no one else did so they all thought I was crazy when I ran in after them”

“But you didn’t have your gear” you whispered.

Johnny shook his head, his back still to you “Another reason they thought I was crazy, but I went in and I found this teenage girl, she must have slipped on something as she was trying to make her way back out, she was holding a frame in her arms as she lay on the floor” he continued “I picked her up and carried her back out but the back of my shirt caught fire as I left, it was agony but I kept going, I get the both of us out and got this scar, once the guys saw it they called me the human torch”

“What happened to the girl?” you asked.

“She was fine, just a minor concussion and a couple of burns on her arms, she was the owner’s daughter and went in to grab a family photo” Johnny sighed as he pulled his tee back on and finally turned back to face you “so that was the stupid thing I did”

“No” you muttered shaking your head “it was the heroic thing you did”

The smallest of smiles tugged at his lips “Thanks” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shifted on the couch so you could rest your head on his shoulder “No… thank you” you whispered, knowing you had your answer there was definitely something here now it was just a question of who was brave enough to break first.

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I love you 3000 writing bonanza!

I’ve hit 3000 followers!!!

Now if you remember a while ago I asked how you guys would like to celebrate and this is what I’ve come up with! If you remember my 2.5k Followers Writing Challenge and Exchange its kinda similar to that but I’ve made some improvements!

What is going to happen is I am going to open up my askbox/dms for requests!

To make this manageable and allow me to complete as many as possible I will only be accepting requests in these following forms:

1) A question about a character or series

For example: How would X characters feel about Y character doing XYZ?

2) A What If…. For one of my series

For example: What If the character for X series met 10 years prior

3) A request using a maximum of 3 of the prompts below (the list is hella long so I’ve put it below the cut!)

For Example: Ari Levinson / Mob AU / You won’t get away so easy

If I receive a request that does not fall into one of these three categories then I will not fulfill it!

And because I like for everyone to be able to get involved if you yourself are a writer/want to give writing a go and you like any of the below prompts feel free to use them (the max of 3 doesn’t apply to you guys) all I ask is that you tag me, use the hashtag Niamh Loves You 3000, use appropriate warnings and let me know which ones you’re using so I can keep my eye out!

If you are writing a fic using the below prompts I ask you to follow these rules:

No sexual relations with minors, no somnophilia, necrophilia, incest, toilet stuff, snuff, or beastiality!

Dark Fics are allowed (Non-Con/Dub-Con) but they MUST BE APPROPRIATELY TAGGED!

Any creation MUST BE ORIGINAL! No stealing, stealing is bad!

The creation if part of a series must be able to be read as a stand alone!

No word limit! If it’s over 500 please use the read more function!

All the prompts are below the cut, remember its a max of three, but you can mix and match as you like so the possibilities are endless!

Characters:

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Ari Levinson

Curtis Everett

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ransom Drysdale

Any other Chris Evans character

Trope:

Fake Dating

Only One Bed

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Cuddling for warmth

Trapped together

Mistaken Identity

One night only

Love Triangle

Fated Mates

Childhood Sweethearts

Grumpy x Sunshine

Forbinned Love

Forced Proximity

WILDCARD! (You can pick an Trope not listed!)

AU:

A/B/O AU

Mob AU

Sports team AU

College AU

Emergency Service AU

(Medieval) Royalty AU

(Modern) Royalty AU

Pornstar AU

Fairytale / Fantasy AU

Biker AU

Soulmate AU

Band/Musician AU

WILDCARD! (You can pick an AU not listed!)

Dialogue:

"I told you not to touch that"

"I'm tired of answering that question"

"Why didn't they come?"

"I'm so sick of pretending everything's okay"

"don't just stand there! do something!"

"do you remember that night in [insert place]?"

"is there a problem here gentlemen?"

"what on earth happened here?"

"there's blood everywhere"

"Get in the van!"

"I'm not saying you're a bad cook, but even the flies in the kitchen wear gas masks."

"I may be a terrible dancer, but I've got great moves in bed."

"I'm not high maintenance; I'm just low tolerance for mediocrity."

"I love the sound of your voice and the way you say my name."

"Being with you feels like coming home."

“You're not the person I thought you were."

"I never imagined my life without you."

"I never got to say goodbye."

"I'm so glad you're here to point out my flaws. I would never have noticed them on my own."

"Oh, don't worry about being late. We'll just sit here and wait for you forever."

"I'm sorry. Did I ask for your opinion?"

"Why do you always insist on seeing the worst in people?"

"It's not my fault you can't handle the truth."

"You don't know what I'm capable of."

"I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want."

"You think you're better than me, but you're not."

"I'll use anyone I need to achieve my goals."

"You've made a huge mistake, and now you're going to pay for it."

"Don't you realize how much you've hurt everyone around you?"

"you have no idea what you do to me"

"don't you dare go slow"

"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow"

"move and you won't be coming tonight"

"hands behind you're back"

"Beg for it"

"you can take it, you've done it before"

"I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"do you think you deserve a reward/punishment?"

"show me how much you missed me"

"Are you holding back? don't"

"shall we put your mouth to better use?"

"Slowly, I'm not going anywhere"

"I said I'd take care of you"

"Please, I can't sit still"

So there’s absolutely so many to pick from covering fluff, comedy, angst and smut 😉 don’t forget to follow the rules I’ve set out above!!

I love you all 3000 🩵🩵🩵

#NiamhCelebrates #Niamh Loves You 3000 #Writing Event #writing challenge #request info #chris evans #andy barber #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #johnny storm #jake jensen #steve rogers #colin shea

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 month

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For your I love you 3000 bonanza:

Jake Jensen, mistaken identity, modern royalty au 🥰

Thank you for the prompts! This was a really fun one to write!

A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: Fluff! and some more Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You let out an irritated huff as you tried to get your monstrosity of a ball gown to rest comfortably. It was a lost cause though, the corset was digging in (why they were back in fashion you had no clue, they belonged in the 16th century, not the 21st) and the puffy skirt ruffled loudly with every movement. Your hair was pinned up so tightly that you had a permanent headache and the heels you wore were torturous.

The company around you wasn’t much better. You really wished you were anywhere else than this damned ball. Honestly, you didn’t even need to be at this ball. Yes, it was hosted by your father the king, and yes the main point was for you to socialise and meet potential suitors. But it's not like you’ll actually get to choose your suitor, so your presence wasn’t really required.

So when you got the opportunity you made the excuse that you needed to go to the bathroom and made your escape. As soon as you were out of the heaving ballroom you decided you needed some air before heading back to your bedroom.

Once you stepped outside you kicked off your heels, plucked the tiara from your hair and pulled out the pins to let your hair lie naturally once more. You leant back against the cool stone walls, took a few deep breaths and appreciated the silence.

That silence was disrupted when you heard a male voice call out from around the corner “no, no, no you stupid squid!”

Curiosity got the better of you and you walked around the corner to spot the man sat down on one of the stone benches out on the balcony. As you approached you spotted a laptop set down beside him and he had a Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“I’m guessing you’re playing MarioKart and not fighting a squid,” you said grabbing his attention.

The man startled as he looked over his shoulder at you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too much. he was a very attractive man, maybe not in the conventional sense, but you loved his bleached-tipped hair, glasses and goatie. You could also tell he was pretty ripped underneath his suit and you could easily get lost in his blue eyes.

“I-i oh uh- I” he stuttered.

You smiled at him, enamoured by how flustered he was “Relax” you chuckled “I’d rather be playing MarioKart than be in there” you said gesturing over your shoulder with your thumb.

He let out a relieved chuckle and smiled back at you “I’m working security so I’m stuck here all night” he explained.

You tilted your head in confusion “I don’t recognise you, are you new to the team?” you asked.

The man shakes his head “No, I’m special services, the king decided to bring in some extra staff to make sure the princess stays safe” he explains.

Your brows pinch in confusion at the way he referred to you in the third person, did he know who you were? It would be a nice change of pace if he didn’t, you hated the way people acted around you just because of the title you were given when you were born.

“And how are you doing that by playing MarioKart?” you asked him.

The man looks at you sheepishly “I’m a tech specialist so I’ve got a system running alongside the CCTV scanning for anyone that might cause trouble or harm” he explained as he pointed over to the laptop “I’m Jake Jensen by the way, everyone just calls me Jensen though” he added holding his hand out to you.

You smiled at him softly “Nice to meet you Jake” you said shaking his hand “Mind if I join?” you asked pointing to the spot next to him on the bench.

“Sure” Jake smiled “So do you go to these sorts of things often?” he asked as you sat down and tried to pat down your puffy dress.

“If I have to, but I do try to avoid it if I can” you explained with a long sigh “It really isn’t my scene”

“I don’t blame you, it seems like a whole lot of fuss” Jake admitted as he glanced over his shoulder towards the party “But I guess it must be cool to say you know the royal family” he added as he nudged you with his elbow “I bet you’re besties with the princess”

You snort with laughter, he definitely had no clue who you were and you weren’t about to correct him “Oh yeah we’re like this close” you said crossing your fingers over each other.

“Very cool, so does the best friend of the princess wanna play some MarioKart or do you need to get back in there?” he asked offering you one of the joycons from his switch.

“I’m never going back in” You smirked as you took the joycon from him.

You stayed outside with Jake for the next couple of hours, chatting, having fun and playing MarioKart. You could easily say it was the best time you’ve had in a really long time and if you were honest you were falling for him. Yes, it had only been a couple of hours but surely you don’t need any longer for the right person?

You had just finished another race when he put his joycon down with a heavy sigh “I think I’ve officially met my match” he grinned.

You chuckled warmly over at him “I think I can say the same thing” you grinned.

Silence fell between the two of you, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind where it seemed like the universe was holding its breath waiting for a life-changing moment to occur. You couldn’t help but nibble your lower lip when you noticed his gaze drop to your lips. You hadn’t even realised that you were leaning in until his hand cupped your cheek and his lips met your in a soft and gentle kiss.

You instantly smiled into the kiss and you were pretty sure there were fireworks exploding around you. Your hand rested on his chest as the kiss deepened and it became almost impossible to pull apart.

Eventually, you did, and it was perfectly timed as your father’s private secretary walked out onto the balcony looking for you.

“Ah there you are, your father is looking for you” he said as he walked over to you.

“Sorry I went to get some air and was just about to retire to my bedroom” you explained as you stood back up.

“Of course, I’m sure he won’t keep you long,” he said gesturing for you to go ahead.

You nodded with a small forced smile, your father probably just wanted to know who caught your eye and you doubted that he wanted you to say it was the security guard. You looked back at Jake and gave him a warm smile “Thank you for keeping me company, I hope to see you again soon” you smiled at him.

“Hope to see you soon too” he smiled back at you.

Your father’s private secretary nodded “And thank you for keeping the princess safe while she got some air” he said and you bit your lip nervously as realisation dawned on Jake’s face.

“Told you I was pretty close” you chuckled nervously “I hope I see you again soon” you smiled.

Jake stuttered a goodbye as he held up his hand to wave you goodbye. You smiled at him softly as you waved goodbye deciding that you were going to do anything in your power to make sure you saw him again and maybe you might just convince your father to allow you to marry who you wanted. It was the 21st century after all.

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 months

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I Love You 3000 Masterlist

Here is the masterlist that shall be updated whenever a new entry to my writing bonanza gets posted!

If you would like to enter or take park in the exchange you can find all the information here!

All original work belongs to the creators!

PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS GIVEN! Your media consumption is your responsibility! If you think something will trigger you, DO NOT READ OR VIEW IT!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Something There - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny

Warnings: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!

Burnin' Up Update - Firefighter!Chris x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A little sneak peak into the future lives of our favourite emegency services couple

Warnings: none

Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Apartment hunting is becoming difficult thanks to Steve's help

Warning: Minor Angst! Fluff!

Lion's Den - SoftDark!Assassin!Curtis Everett x Black!Reader

By @dc418writes

Summary: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Not a Nobody - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Revelations occur when fake dating Steve leads you to getting captured

Warning: Kidnapping! Light Angst! Fluff! Brief Mention of Blood!

The Other Side Of The Door - Andy Barber x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Tensions boil over when Andy works late on a tough case

Warnings: Angst! Happy Ending!

Do You Remember? - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.

Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!

An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it

Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis

Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night

Warning: Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! Minors DNI!

Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!

A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: you sneak out of the party meant to find your future husband, only to find your perfect match outside

Warning: Fluff! and some more Fluff!

#niamh loves you 3000 #writing challenge #creative challenge

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