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🌸🪻Sorry to disappoint, you’ve got wrong number -- Part 1

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🪻Price is dead -- 141 x reader

🌻Dragon/ dragon shifter 141 x reader -- WIP

🌸Safe space -- TF141 x Baker Reader -- Part 1

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🌸 I Bet on Losing Dogs -- Part 1

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Summary: You were living in an apartment next to a military base because it was the cheapest option, but after an incident with a couple of recruits a lieutenant moves in to watch over them. Lucky for you this lieutenant ends up moving in right next door to you.

Wordcount: 1052 Warnings: Firework accident

A/N: Just found out that 999 is the emergency line in England so that's pretty cool. I'm also not totally sure about the new year celebrations in England, but it's my fanfic so I'm going with the flow.

Next door

You lived in an apartment that was fairly close to a military base – you assumed that's why it didn’t cost as much to live where you did. Sadly – since you were a broke nurse – there would be no moving out of it soon. 

It did have its pros; it was cheap, close to work and… uh… yeah, that was about it. 

It did in fact have a whole list of negatives though; it smelt a lot in the place, the guys tended to be loud fairly late at night after coming back from drinking, and they also frequently tried to hit on you despite you saying no a lot.

These negatives usually came from new recruits who were still being trained and everything. You did get a few moments of reprieve during holidays like Christmas and such, since most people left to go visit their families. In times like those the apartment almost seemed like the perfect place.

Unfortunately for you it was new years eve. Something even more unfortunate was that there were a couple more newer recruits that decided to stay back and celebrate at the apartment. 

At first it was the normal rowdiness from partying that you heard, but then you heard fireworks. 

Now, as just a normal tenant you wanted to mind your own business and put your headphones in and ignore all the stupidity. Sadly, you were a nurse and would not be able to live the rest of your life guilt free knowing you couldn't help one of them after their inevitable firework injury. 

You grumbled just a little, because you take this day off specifically so that you don’t have to deal with firework injuries.

You just kept your tv on low while you got to work on some mandatory modules that your work had recently asked you to do when you heard a scream. The firework injury you were guessing. 

You sighed and grabbed your medkit to rush to go see if they were okay, they were in fact not okay. It seemed that one of the fireworks fell over and ended up shooting right towards someone's hand. 

There was screaming from the guy on the ground and panicking from his friends constantly asking if he was going to be okay. You patched it up the best that you could while all the phone with 999.

While the guy was being hauled away there was a military truck that pulled up and out walked some what you assumed were pretty important people that looked pissed off. You tried to walk away – since your hands were covered in blood – but they called for you to come over to them. 

You sighed and walked to them. There was an older guy that was wearing some hat and another guy who seemed to be wearing a skull mask that was taller than the older guy. 

The older one introduced himself, “Firstly, I wanna thank you for helping out our two recruits. I'm Captain Price, but you can just call me John.” 

You thought immediately, oh shit he’s important what did I just get myself into.

He had held out his hand out to shake until you showed him the blood on your hands and he apologized. “Sorry ‘bout that, would you be willing to give a rundown of the incident so we could write a report on it?

You said nervously, “Oh I had already given my statement to the police–”

He nodded, “Alright we’ll just get from them, sorry ‘bout all the hassle these recruits have caused tonight.”

You take a quick glance at the other man standing next to Price, curious. He never introduced himself or anything. He was acting like a guard dog for Price which you found interesting. 

You smiled, “Oh, I’m a nurse so it’s no hassle.”

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After that incident you assumed everything would be going back to normal. Most recruits started coming back from their holiday trips after a couple of days, previously empty space being filled ever so slowly again with noise. 

You were coming back from buying some groceries when you saw some men gathered at the front of the apartment inside by the bulletin board – which is almost never used you might add. 

There was a paper that was announcing that after an incident there would be someone moving in to keep the recruits in check. In your opinion they’re grown men and shouldn’t have to need a babysitter, but whatever, as long as it doesn't interfere with your day too much you don't care.

You went up to your apartment to see that someone was moving into the apartment next door to you that had been empty for a while. You decided to peak in and say hello on your way to your apartment, deciding that you were more nosey than socially anxious.

You peaked your head in and said a small, “Hello, you must be my new neighbor! I never knew someone new was moving in.” 

The person then came out of a room in the apartment with a box and it was the guy on the night with the skull mask. Now you were really fascinated, and he lived next door so basically it was like you were meant to know him.

Now that you could see him clearly in the light you could see just how toned and just generally hot he was. You were curious if his face looked just as good as the rest of his body.

He looked you up and down and offered you a gruff hello. You lightly pushed, only because you wanted to know his name and said yours still keeping a smile. He seemed a bit disinterested in introductions, you guessed he probably didn’t want to be living in an apartment with a bunch of recruits but he introduced himself, “ Names’ Simon.”

You ended the conversation with a quick have a nice day before entering your place right next to his. You felt eyes on you while you were opening your door to which you assumed was Simon. After getting in your apartment you sighed and dropped your groceries on the floor by your fridge. 

You giggled to yourself while putting your groceries away. Oh you were definitely going to make the most of your new neighbor.

This is one of my most popular works on ao3 so I thought some people here on tumblr might like it too!

Summary: Peter texts the wrong number thinking that it's Ned, it's not. Peter starts to gain a father figure over time and Bucky starts to gain the son -- this isn't what they both wanted or expected at first, but oh well.

Word count: 904 Warnings: Mentions of bleeding/blood, being stabbed, and usual Peter parker stupidity.

Sorry to disappoint, you’ve got wrong number.

2:24am

“Oh fuck,” Peter groaned as he looked at the cut that broke through his suit. Horrible time for him to be off his immunosuppressant meds and too poor for more. He did not have enough money to deal with the issues in his suit right now.

So he texted the next best option for some help, Ned.

Peter Parker: Ned..

Peter Parker: NED

Peter Parker: NED PLEASE WAKE UP I NEED HELP🫩

Peter Parker: and comfort over the debt im in after tonight🤧

Unknown: Uh sorry to disappoint, but you have the wrong number. Plus, it’s two AM so you should be sleeping whoever you are.

Peter Parker: oh shit sorry sir, ma’am or mx!

Unknown: Mx?

Peter Parker: Uh nvm—

Peter Parker: i just panicked and typed the wrong number!

Peter Parker: SO SORRY I DISTURBED YOU 🥀

Unknown: It’s alright.

Peter was so damn embarrassed. He had no idea how he even managed to text the wrong number, but he had bigger worries in the moment. He was bleeding out, and since he hadn’t had enough to eat he was weaker than usual so he had to be a bit more serious about what would usually be an injury that he would brush off.

He grumbled when the wound started to swell, that was a sure sign that a flare up was just triggered 

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3:00am

Unknown: I just realized you said you were panicked, it’s kinda in my job description to help people so… uh, you good now?

Peter’s phone buzzes, he didn’t expect the person to send another text.

Peter Parker: Oh! Thanks for caring!

He sent that text while on his tiny bathroom floor, hands covered in blood after wrapping his wound. Wrapping and stitching up his wounds are always hard tasks due to the fact that he had to be looking down at the wound since he has no mirror anywhere in his —shitty— apartment to help him see what was going on under the dark blood that gushed out of him.

Peter Parker: i am alright now!

Peter Parker: for the most part-

Unknown: For the most part? What about the other part?

Peter Parker: some SLIGHT bleeding…

Unknown: Christ, that’s concerning. How bad is it?

Peter Parker: oh don’t worry it’s just a small knife wound-

Peter Parker: if you squint it’s like it never even happened 🥹

Unknown: Go see a doctor; that is beyond concerning.

Peter Parker: i kinda can’t because im too broke and i have no healthcare-

Peter Parker: i mean i do feel motivated to due to the disappointed dad vibes you’re giving of rn🤧

Peter Parker: but i can’t🤷‍♂️

Peter left out the part that whenever he goes to a hospital and they know he has lupus they act like it’s their first damn day on the job which usually leaves him leaving in more pain than he would come in with.

Unknown: Oh great you’re a kid, even worse.

Peter Parker: actually im almost an adult 🤓☝🏼

Unknown: Yeah sure. How old are you?

Peter Parker: 17!

Unknown: You’re so damn young, great.

Peter Parker: you know i was trying to deal with the open wound i have but this convo seems more fascinating🧐

Unknown: I will block you if you don’t care for it.

Peter Parker: but then how will you know if i lived to see another day or not? 💔

Unknown: …

Unknown: Make sure to clean it before you wrap it up.

Peter Parker: Ik!

He went to clean off his wound and take off his suit. He groaned at the ruined fabric. At the moment he was far too tired to do anything about it so he just threw it into the corner of his bathroom and went to go crash on his small mattress that laid on the floor. Hey, it had a fitted sheet so he counted that a somewhat of a win.

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4:00am

Unknown: Kid, you good?

Unknown: Kid.

Peter chuckled at the concern. The person was acting like his aunt May would. He let out a sad huff and responded to the text.

Peter Parker: chill, i was just wrapping things up…

Peter Parker: get it…?

Unknown: no.

Peter Parker: cause i was wrapping up a wound..?

Peter Parker: come on! 

Peter Parker: i thought it was a good joke😒

Unknown: It wasn’t. What is with your obsession with emojis and bad punctuation?

Peter Parker: whats with your obsession with proper punctuation?

Peter Parker: we’re texting chillax 🧍‍♂️

Unknown: God, I'm way too old for this. It’s good that you’re okay. Won’t be texting you again because you’re 17, but remember to change your bandages while it’s healing.

Peter Parker: wait can i at least get your name or somethinggggg🤧

Unknown: You don’t really need to know it.

Peter Parker: but who will i know to thank for the kindness 😔✋🏻

Unknown: You’re irritating. You can call me Bucky.

Peter Parker: ooo like the one guy that helps the Avengers sometimes!

Unknown: No.

Peter Parker: ….

Peter Parker: well thank you for your earlier concern Bucky!!!

Unknown: Welcome. Now go to sleep it’s too damn late.

Peter read the text and quickly went to sleep. He had so much to do tomorrow so he had to get as much sleep as he could.

I recently saw a TikTok post of someone being like the safe space/house of their neighbourhood, which — when i get older— is something i aim to be! (If i could ever afford a house.)

I’ve been thinking about this for a while and can make many posts about it maybe 🤔…

wordcount: 789 Warnings: None!

TF141 x Neighborhood safe space baker

The 141 had always made comments of possibly moving in together, but they had never really taken action towards actually doing it.

Then Soap got hurt.

After that the idea of possibly moving in together seemed like something that they all really wanted to do. In part because of the fact that they all wanted to be around and care for Soap when they could and also in part that they all realized how much they just really didn’t want to be apart for longer than they needed too.

They moved into a pretty nice neighbourhood not an area that they would’ve expected to move in at first — all of them would’ve preferred to live more off the grid if you asked them — but they wanted to be fairly close to a hospital for Soaps sake. Which Soap scolded them for, even though they were partially right — maybe a bit too cautious, but only because they really cared.

They had lived in the area for a couple of years a that point and had become known in the neighbourhood from helping out and being well … hot.

With Soap being the one who stayed at the house the most, with him being talkative and ex military the kids in the neighbourhood grew to adore him.

Soap was always happy to share any stories— that he was allowed too— with any of the younger people in the neighbourhood.

There was a house right next to them that had been vacant for a while — well until you moved into it. The neighborhood was pretty wary of you, a single woman moving in all alone and living alone.

Soap, who was all alone since the rest of everyone was on a mission at that day didn’t even hesitate to extend hospitality towards you.

He let you settle in on the first day, but on the second he introduced himself.

He knocked on your front door and you came out looking fairly dishevelled, “Uh— hi?”

Soap grinned, “Hello! I’m your next door neighbour, Johnny, I live in the grey house next door with a couple of ma’ other mates!”

You were still tired out of your mind from moving and replied, “oh that’s nice-“

Soap still kept his grin on his face when he apologized, “Sorry i forgot how exhausting moving is— if you ever need help with stuff in your house you can always ask me and ma' mates!”

You smiled softly, “Oh thank you, that’s very kind, i’ll make sure to keep it in mind!”

You were a little scared moving into this neighbourhood originally so you were glad that your neighbour was so kind.

After it seemed like Soap had been accepted you into the neighbourhood the rest of the neighbourhood started to accept you more.

What really made everyone else like you was your baking skills.

They smelt spectacular.

You had been living at your new place for around a month and you and Soap had really started to take a liking to each other. On top of him being at your house often whenever he would leave it he would leave with some baked goods.

Some of the kids in the neighbourhood really wanted to ask to see if you’d give any. They thought that if Soap was over so much you might be cool enough that you’d give them some.

Their little group decided to dare someone in it to knock on your door and ask you for a baked good while the others stood back waiting.

You were so happy that they came to ask, you loved to share whatever you made. When the one kid came up to ask you for some you gave him what you were baking plus extras you had made that were in the fridge for the rest of his friends.

Kids would start knocking on your door everyday to see the new thing that you had recently made. After a while some parents of the kids came to talk to you, your immediate thought was —oh shit am i in trouble— thankfully, you weren’t. They had just tried some of your baking after some of their kids brought it home and were wondering if they could also have some.

Some kids even started staying on your porch talking about things with you. Eventually you started leaving your door open for them to grab anything you’d made and sometimes they’d help you bake stuff.

Your house eventually became THE house that kids loved fooling around at. It had snacks and it also had Soap in it often.

You still haven’t seen the people that he lived with, but you never pressed for more details about his life than he would give.

Idk if i should change it and just make it Soap x reader or make another chapter were reader meets the rest of the 141, ugghhhhh idk i have so many ideas brewing💃💃

I had what i think is a better idea where you lived in the neighbourhood first and your neighbours are fairly protective of you due to your constant kindness or wtv so when the 141 moves in next door to you and your neighbours are more than a little wary of them when they start talking to you often

Dragon/ dragon shifter 141 x reader

make the reader royalty, but like gacha life hated child reader esc?

and it’s like the royals (and each gen) has to give something important to like the dragons to maintain peace (after a couple generations of the tradition the royals started giving children that they hold just end up dying, for some reason they i can make up along the way)

so the reader was born to be a sacrifice while the sister was born to rule (maybe brother?wtv)

reader gets sent off to their castle/ den thing? (idk this came to me in a passing vision i haven’t gotten to that) but something about her makes the 141 not kill her and want to keep her

ʜᴇʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀw ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɢᴀᴄʜᴀ ʟɪғe ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ sᴜᴍ ʙs ᓀ‸ᓂ

then it turns out there was something special about the reader besides the fact that she is the main character and then her family tries to demand her back and tries to give the other sibling in hopes for a swap but the 141 won’t give her back

(i feel like i could perfectly add a mating bond thing)

the sibling either:

1. turns out to be evil

or

2. turns on the family and joins reader

a happy ending could be the sibling leading the kingdom of their parents and reader ruling something with the dragons (i just made that up idk) and everyone is happy

sad ending could be like reader gets captured and the pain from being away from all of their mates plus being locked away takes too much of a toll on them and does irreparable damage to the reader and the kingdom gets torn apart by the 141 but reader never recovers and eventually takes their own life and the 141 spends the rest of their long dragon lives morning the only person that they’ve ever truly loved and that has ever truly loved all of them, good and bad

a/n: it’s 1am and this all seems like a bunch of BS but like dragons are cool…yeah

ISTG MY FANFICS ARE ACTUALLY WRITTEN WELL I WAS JUST HAVING SOME FUN W THIS