Giggleberts

This was requested by @emmaloo21 like a hundred years ago.

“Hey,” you heard a whisper from around the corner from where you were definitely not hiding, and then Peter’s golden head peeked at you from the other side of the shelf of books in the library. 

You hurried to dash away your tears, but Peter had two younger sisters and could see the signs of crying well enough. “Oh, darling, don’t cry,” he soothed, sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms, your head going naturally into the crook of his neck. 

“I am not crying,” you said, though Peter could feel the dampness of your cheek against his neck.

This fic was requested ages ago by @with1love1anu​ who has been most patient. No warnings!

You were strolling along the busy street, moving along with the tide in the sea of humans. You had taken the afternoon off of work to run errands and were taking a shortcut through a park when you heard a familiar voice among the din of city sounds.

Your body shut down at the sound and you stopped dead. The path through the park was a popular shortcut; you caused a bit of a human traffic jam as you turned toward the sound of your ex-best friend’s phone conversation.

Billy Russo. You hadn’t heard his voice in over five years but you knew that it was him – yes! There he was, a short distance up the path, off to the side a bit.

“Jesus, lady, get off the path if ya ain’t gonna move,” an angry older man grumbled as he nudged you out of the way when you didn’t start walking again quickly enough to suit him.

The angry words were apparently enough to catch Billy’s attention and his eyes darted over to the commotion, then came back to settle on you when recognition lit his perfect features.

This was requested by @charlesblackwood​ about a decade ago. Sorry I’ve been so lax with writing, folks. No warnings! 

You were sitting in the waiting room at the VA hospital, waiting to see if they would have a bed for your Father. His dementia was getting worse, but the nightmares were the hardest part. He would wake up at night and think he was still out in the desert somewhere, fighting an impossible war. Those times, like tonight, Dad would sometimes get violent – and you were not equipped to handle it.

“I can’t thank you enough, Curt,” you said for the thousandth time, holding the ice pack against your eye that the nurse was kind enough to provide. 

Curt, his arm draped comfortingly around your shoulders, gave you a gentle squeeze. Except for the shiner that was obvious you’d refused to be checked out and he had no idea if or how badly you were otherwise injured.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 4,141

Summary: You and the Avengers are on a mission when you take a hit to the head, leading to amnesia. Steve and the rest of the Avengers struggle to cope as they realize it may not be temporary.

Warnings: Little angst, mild violence.

A/N: This is a fic from my old blog Purpleocity. All future fics will be posted here at bwemph :)

You let out a soft groan as you stretched and rolled over, facing Steve who lay on the bed next to you. He watched you with a loving gaze and smiled as you sleepily stared at him.

“Hello,” you said, placing a hand on his chest. He softly hummed in response and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “How long was I asleep?” you asked.

Our darling @suchatinyinfinity requested the first fic for the event!!! I hope you like it, Dani!

Benjamin, 1 & 85 for dialogue, 18 for place, and 1 for the situation.

“Well! You always know how to brighten up my day!”

85. “I am only telling the truth when I say that you have not behaved completely as a gentleman in this matter.”

Place - library

Scenario - reunion

Benjamin was at his favorite table tucked into the corner of the library at Uni. It was just a bit hidden, but if he leaned back slightly in his chair he could see the front of the library. Generally speaking, he liked to make sure that the circulation desk worker that had a bit of a thing for him wasn’t around before he moved in that direction. 

Benjamin’s divorce had been final for about four months, though he and Julia had lived apart for about six months before that, and he’d even been out on a date or three that his friends had badgered, bullied and outright tricked him into going on, but even though they had been lovely ladies he hadn’t felt any sort of romantic spark.

It absolutely wasn’t that he was still in love with Julia; no, the divorce had been his idea because he could simply not tolerate Julia’s children, Julia’s friends, Julia’s ex-husband and eventually, Julia herself. 

I am so grateful that 1000 of you wonderful people want to read my stories about Benny’s characters! For the celebration, I wanted to do something a little different from the title fics, so we’re going to do Prompt Improv! Those of you who follow @hermioneshandbag​ and @logans-chestnuts​ may be familiar with this, but for my new friends, here we go!

My contribution to @daffodilsbucky‘s 1k Follower Challenge! Congratulations!!!

My trope was #12 Body Swap.

Dinah Madani was a woman scorned. 

There was more to it, of course. Her career was in ruins. She was a laughingstock among her former co-workers and bosses. Her parents had stood by her publicly, of course, but she saw them, sometimes. They would just look at her, wondering where they had gone wrong with their child. 

Her life was a joke – she was a joke. And it was all because of one man. 

Billy Russo.

This story was requested by @whovianayesha and it really threw me for a loop! I came back to it a few times and then I got a spark. When I got into writing this, I got a Girl Friday vibe from the chosen dialogue and it reminded me of the Sandra Bullock movie ‘Two Weeks Notice,’ so any similarities are a salute to that film. Not plagiarism. Creative admiration expressed through imitation. Definitely not outright theft. ;)

It takes a couple brief, dark turns. Trigger warning: mentions of drug use, attempted sexual assault.

“You,” the tall, dark and extremely handsome man said, pointing at you. “You’re hired.”

You looked back and forth at the other people in the waiting area and said, “Mr. Delos, I’m not here for a job interview?”

“Tell me about it while I tell you about the job,” he said, spinning on his heel and going back into his office.

You got to your feet in utter confusion, noting the disparity in the level of beauty between nearly everyone else in the office and your own. 

You walked across the plush waiting room carpeting to step into the even more plush carpeting in his office.

Everything was sleek, black and glass. The carpeting was steel gray and seriously so thick that you could lose a shoe in it and never see it again.

This story was requested by @abroadcastofthemind. I hope it was worth the wait!!

45. “I can’t believe you kept this all these years.”

4. The hotel restaurant in Sweetwater

17. Best friends to lovers

Deer Logan

You ar a big dum boy and I donte kare wut yor dad sez, I wil nevr evr evr mary you! You ar meen to me evry tim I cee you. I hat you!!!!

You scrawled your name across the bottom with painstaking care, apparently wanting to be sure that Logan knew who had such a devastatingly low opinion of him.

My darling @giggleberts requested this one!

Hey Patty…Here you go - 

Delos HQ - coworkers - Nos 3,10,22,36 I.Am.So.Excited 😍

3. “Well! You certainly brighten up my day!”

10. “Did you really just say that?”

22. “Was that supposed to be sexy?”

36. “My eyes are up here.”

“Hey,” your sometimes friend, most of the time co-worker and all the time pest said as he burst into your office without knocking, as usual. “I need you to get me the numbers for the Benson acquisition.”

“No can do. I’m taking a quiz to see what kind of pizza I am. I hope I get like pepperoni with extra cheese, but with my luck I’ll be some vegan horror and my life will be ruined.”

“Your life. Will be ruined. By a pizza quiz. Did you really just say that?”

“Nobody wants tofu pepperoni on their pizza, Logan.”

My darling @giggleberts requested this one!

Hey Patty…Here you go - 

Delos HQ - coworkers - Nos 3,10,22,36 I.Am.So.Excited 😍

3. “Well! You certainly brighten up my day!”

10. “Did you really just say that?”

22. “Was that supposed to be sexy?”

36. “My eyes are up here.”

“Hey,” your sometimes friend, most of the time co-worker and all the time pest said as he burst into your office without knocking, as usual. “I need you to get me the numbers for the Benson acquisition.”

“No can do. I’m taking a quiz to see what kind of pizza I am. I hope I get like pepperoni with extra cheese, but with my luck I’ll be some vegan horror and my life will be ruined.”

“Your life. Will be ruined. By a pizza quiz. Did you really just say that?”

“Nobody wants tofu pepperoni on their pizza, Logan.”

This was requested by @agent-scully-182. Thank you, I hope you like this. <3

60. “I can’t believe you fucking shot me!”  65. “You are quite possibly the dumbest fuck in the long and storied history of dumb fucks.” Place: Jail in Westworld Scenario: Unrequited crush  Congrats on 1000 followers! 🎉🎊 

“How long are you going to keep up the silent treatment?” Logan asked you petulantly. 

You darted your eyes over to him with venom in your eyes before quickly turning them back to the front of the jail.

“Yeah, OK, so it’s probably my fault we’re in jail,” he conceded, then when you shot him another evil look, he continued, “So it’s definitely my fault. But how was I supposed to know you wanted that asshole pawing at you?”

This one was requested by @curlyhairedblueeyedangel. This one is short but a bit saucy, I hope you like it. :)

Ok I’ve got a request. I would like it to be set in her apartment with prompts 1, 4 and 42 and it be a reunion. Pretty please and thank you so very much.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, one second from screaming your head off when the naked man in your living room scared the ever-loving shit out of you. “You have got to be kidding.”

Logan Delos laid on your sofa, bare as the day he came into the world except –

“I have questions,” you said calmly.

This fic was requested by my darling

@banditthewriter

. Hope you like it! 

Hey dearest! So stoked for this event! Here we gooo! Dialogue: #2, #11. Place: #3. Scenario: #17. Need something fluffish if possible? I love you and your Logan so much. Just like with Billy, you’re the one that got me to write Logan so this is exciting for me!! 💜 Congrats on 1000!

Once again, darling @banditthewriter, you honor me. :*

2. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”  

11. “Are you bleeding?”

Sweetwater, best friends to lovers

Sweetwater was everything Logan had told you and so much more. He had been trying to get you to come with him since his first visit, but his description had definitely not sounded like your cup of tea. You weren’t a prude, precisely, but you had just always felt like humans were the right sex partner for you.

But he had promised that he would take you on the PG rated tour, so you finally agreed to go.

And it was amazing. No detail was too minute for the creators to notice; no story was too personal nor too painful for the hosts to play. You’d had to remind yourself that they weren’t human more than once.

You were having dinner in the restaurant in Sweetwater, bickering about what to do.

“Oh, c'mon, they’re NPCs! You don’t have any trouble shooting NPCs when we play games at home,” Logan groused when you wouldn’t play GTA: Old West with him.

This is my contribution to @banditthewriter‘s Trope Challenge!

#24 pet escaped with Sam Adams

It was a lovely spring day in Boston, which meant that you only needed one cloak. You were made of hardy stuff, though, so you were venturing out to do some shopping. 

Your carriage driver hopped down from his box and opened the door for you to descend. As you moved over to the doorway for him to assist you down, your maid, Mary, gasped, “Mistress, no!" 

You were shoved aside by a bulky body making a break for the door. 

"Bloody –” you hissed under your breath. “SAM!”