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Mamma Mia Challenge | The Sims 4
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Hi! Using this personal blog to post my challenge idea for The Sims 4 based on one of my favorite movies (and musicals)! Just a reminder, the characters mentioned and the plot idea are not mine. All rights belong to the wonderful creators of the movie and the musical, and of course, this is just an inspiration, made by a fan for fans. Ready? Let's go!
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Mamma Mia Challenge
A three-generation challenge about love, music, independence, and reconciliation.
General Rules (For all generations)
Complete Career and Aspiration.
Lifespan: Long (to ensure everyone lives together in the end).
Only Generation 1 (Ruby) starts rich. Generation 2 (Donna) must start with §0.
The heiress must always be the first daughter. Use the strawberry cheat if necessary. Having more children, including twins, is still allowed. If this happens, follow the first daughter rule again.
Pregnancy tests are prohibited in Generation 2. The player must discover the pregnancy through symptoms.
This version of the challenge relies on expansions and possible kits. I might adapt it for the base game only soon.
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Generation 1: Ruby
Summary: Your Sim is a successful socialite in a large metropolis. She lives for status and her career. She had a great love, but ambition got the better of her and she left him, discovering her pregnancy soon after. She raised her daughter to be perfect and follow in her footsteps, with no room for "trivialities" like music.
World: San Myshuno or Del Sol Valley.
Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy.
Traits: Snob, Ambitious, and Materialistic.
Career: Style Influencer.
Goals:
Maximize your career, own an impeccable mansion, and ensure your kids gets A grades in school and has high logic/creativity skills.
Practice piano, but don't maximize it.
Get pregnant by your boyfriend, but break up with him as soon as you find out you're pregnant.
Don't be overly present in your firstborn's life, but still teach her the basics.
Try at least to stay alive until the birth of your great-grandchild (also accepted as a controllable ghost).
Generation 2: Donna
Summary: Escaping her mother's control, your Sim seeks refuge in a coastal village. She wants to live off her music and on her own terms. In her first summer, she gets involved with three different men. Unsure who the father of her daughter is, she decides she doesn't need a man (or her mother) to be happy.
World: Tartosa, Windenburg, or Sulani.
Aspiration: Five-Star Property Owner (For Rent Expansion).
Traits: Music Lover, Creative, and Extroverted.
Goals:
Move out near high school graduation.
Maximize Singing skill.
Have a simultaneous romance with 3 different Sims. Have a baby soon after. No looking at the family tree allowed!
Create a Group with your two best friends from high school. They should perform together for tips.
Open a Rental Residence (Hotel). Your Sim should live there and support her daughter solely with the profits from the hotel and music.
Write a memoir about your loves (or use the Family Life Diary). Marry your favorite of the 3 parents (or your first love, or the one you have the closest relationship with) in old age.
Generation 3: Sophie
Summary: Unlike her mother, your Sim is organized and seeks stability. She loves life on the island, but feels a void from the absence of her father and grandmother. Upon becoming engaged to her first love, she decides it's time to put all the pieces of the puzzle back together, even if it means bringing chaos to her mother's hotel.
World: Same as Gen 2 (on the Hotel lot).
Aspiration: Successful Lineage or Soulmate.
Traits: Cheerful, Neat, and Practice Makes Perfect.
Goals:
Maximize the Wellness or Cooking skill (to manage the hotel).
Find your mother's 3 ex-boyfriends and become "Best Friends" with all of them.
Get engaged and plan a luxurious wedding on the hotel lot. Invite your 3 parents and grandmother.
Use your savings to renovate your mother's hotel, transforming it into a high-end resort.
Having your first baby and inviting your grandmother to live in a hotel suite, sealing the peace between the three generations. The challenge ends when the first child of Generation 3 is born, and the three women have high friendship bars with each other, celebrating together on the hotel stage.
Desafio Dinastia Mamma Mia | The Sims 4
English version right here.
Oi! Usando esse blog de blog pessoal pra postar minha ideia de desafio pro The Sims 4 baseado em um dos meus filmes (e musical) favorito!
Só lembrando, os personagens citados e a ideia de plot não são minhas. Todos os direitos são reservados aos belíssimos idealizadores do filme e do musical, e, claro, isso é só uma inspiração, feita de fã pra fã.
Prontos? Então vamos!
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Desafio Dinastia Mamma Mia
Um desafio de três gerações sobre amor, música, independência e reconciliação.
Regras Gerais (Para todas as gerações)
Completar Carreira e Aspiração.
Tempo de Vida: Longo (para garantir que todas convivam no final).
Apenas a Geração 1 (Ruby) começa rica. A Geração 2 (Donna) deve começar com §0.
A herdeira deve ser sempre a primeira filha mulher. Use o cheat de morangos se necessário. Ainda é permitido ter mais filhos, incluindo gêmeos. Se acontecer, siga novamente a regra da primeira filha mulher.
Proibido fazer teste de gravidez na Geração 2. O jogador deve descobrir pelos sintomas.
Essa versão do desafio conta com a ajuda das expansões e possíveis kits. Talvez eu faça uma adaptação apenas pro jogo base em breve.
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Geração 1: Ruby (A Matriarca de Gelo)
Resumo: Sua Sim é uma socialite de sucesso em uma grande metrópole. Ela vive para o status e para sua carreira. Teve um grande amor, mas a ambição falou mais alto e ela o deixou, descobrindo a gravidez logo depois. Criou a filha para ser perfeita e seguir seus passos, sem espaço para "trivialidades" como música.
Mundo: San Myshuno ou Del Sol Valley.
Aspiração: Fabulosamente Rica.
Traços: Esnobe, Ambiciosa e Materialista.
Carreira: Influenciadora de Estilo.
Objetivos:
Maximizar a carreira, ter uma mansão impecável e garantir que sua filha tenha nota A na escola e habilidades de lógica/criatividade altas.
Praticar piano, mas não maximizar.
Engravide de seu namorado, mas termine com ele assim que descobrir a gravidez.
Não ser excessivamente presente na vida de sua primogênita, mas ainda ensinar o básico a ela.
Tente pelo menos ficar viva até o nascimento de seu bisneto (aceito também como um fantasma controlável).
Geração 2: Donna (A Alma Livre)
Resumo: Ao fugir do controle da mãe, sua Sim busca refúgio em um vilarejo litorâneo. Ela quer viver de sua música e de seus termos. No primeiro verão, ela se envolve com três homens diferentes. Sem saber quem é o pai de sua filha, ela decide que não precisa de um homem (ou da mãe) para ser feliz.
Mundo: Tartosa, Windenburg ou Sulani.
Aspiração: Proprietária Cinco Estrelas (Expansão Aluga-se).
Traços: Amante da Música, Criativa e Extrovertida.
Objetivos:
Se mudar quando estiver perto da formatura do Ensino Médio.
Maximizar habilidade de Canto.
Ter um romance simultâneo com 3 Sims diferentes. Ter um bebê logo em sequência. Proibido olhar a árvore genealógica!
Criar um Grupo com suas duas melhores amigas do Ensino Médio. Elas devem se apresentar juntas por gorjetas.
Abrir uma Residência de Aluguel (Hotel). Sua Sim deve morar lá e sustentar a filha apenas com o lucro do hotel e da música.
Escrever um livro de memórias sobre seus amores (ou usar o Diário do Vida em Família).
Se casar com o seu preferido entre os 3 pais (ou seu primeiro amor, ou o que mais tiver nível de relacionamento) na velhice.
Geração 3: Sophie (A Ponte de Reencontro)
Resumo: Diferente da mãe, sua Sim é organizada e busca estabilidade. Ela ama a vida na ilha, mas sente um vazio pela falta do pai e da avó. Ao ficar noiva de seu primeiro amor, ela decide que é hora de reunir todas as peças do quebra-cabeça, mesmo que isso signifique trazer o caos para o hotel da mãe.
Mundo: O mesmo da Gen 2 (no lote do Hotel).
Aspiração: Linhagem de Sucesso ou Alma Gêmea.
Traços: Alegre, Organizada e A Prática Leva à Perfeição.
Objetivos:
Maximizar a habilidade de Bem-estar ou Culinária (para gerenciar o hotel).
Encontrar os 3 ex-namorados da mãe e tornar-se "Grande Amiga" de todos.
Noivar e planejar um casamento luxuoso no lote do hotel. Convidar os 3 pais e a avó.
Usar suas economias para reformar o hotel da mãe, transformando-o em um resort de alto padrão.
Ter seu primeiro bebê e convidar a avó para morar em uma suíte do hotel, selando a paz entre as três gerações.
O desafio termina quando o primeiro filho da Geração 3 nascer, e as três mulheres estiverem com barras de amizade altas uma com a outra, celebrando juntas no palco do hotel.
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Quem quiser testar e postar por aqui, pode usar a tag #DesafioMammaMia ou #MammaMiaChallenge. Seria legal ver como vocês jogam e desenvolvem a história.
WRITING PROMPTS!!!
Oioi!
How I missed writing on this blog! And the Marvel fandom in general!
I think this is kind of a comeback announcement????
ANYWAY
This one's a little different. Entering November with a list of fall prompts! It works for any MCU character; you can choose and follow the masterlist as I post it.
Without further ado, let's go!
FALL/AUTUMN PROMPTS MASTERLIST
some of these are @novelbear's idea. all credits to them.
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wrapping scarves around each other.
coming home to see the house decorated in full fall decor.
knitting! crotchet! all of it!
trying new fall recipes to surprise the others.
building a scarecrow together.
spending thanksgiving at reader's house.
getting sick because of the change of season.
being pranked outside of halloween season.
making thanksgiving cards.
playing and rolling in the autumn leaves.
cuddling while watching a movie — and ending in something more —.
getting too distracted by their partner's halloween costume.
reader convincing them to celebrate autumn.
first harvest, first kiss.
carving their initials on the pumpkins.
the morning after happened at autumn.
angsty autumn for the exes.
trick or treating with the kids.
first halloween back from the dead.
exchanging suits for halloween.
baking together.
being haunted by the ghost of a loved one.
carving names at a tree.
stuck at home because of a snowstorm.
trick or treat gets smut.
cooking disaster.
enchanting the candy.
matching costumes.
too much cider.
burning stuff from the past with them.
please send requests on the ask! i can do same prompts if the character is different.
on again, off again, love you like oxygen | wanda maximoff x reader
HEY! Again, I’m back!
This time, trying something new in this blog...
Wanda is my favorite character, guys, and well... i’ve already writen for her when I was starting on this blog...
Let’s see how I go with a smut...
Enjoy!
*IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE CONTENTS, PLEASE DON’T READ. I HAVE OTHER STORIES WITH MARVEL CHARACTERS!*
Ladies and gentlemans, the Scarlet Witch!
Got any requests? Send me an ask or comment in one of my last posts!
*this is based on “habits, by genevieve strokes”*
WARNINGS: smut, emotional dependence, cursing, violence, stalking, darkhold!wanda, mentions of depression, death and anxiety attacks.
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Prompt: After the blip, you tried to move on. Five years passed, then you came back to New York, just to reunite with your not-dead-girlfriend. But she has changed, and something very dangerous waits for you.
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"Good night mom..."
"Goodnight Sweetheart. I love you. Sleep well...”, you whispered before closing the door. And you smiled to yourself as you walked down the stairs. It had been five long years up until that moment, five long years in which you waited for your life to change for the better.
In fact, it had changed, it was better than you expected. As soon as you left New York, after the blip that wiped out half the population, you tried to start your life over. And met that guy. A nice, kind and romantic guy, the man of your dreams. On the first date, you ended up careless, and you ended up getting pregnant. He decided on his own that he was going to take on the role of the child's father and came back to you.
When little Peter turned two, however, your boyfriend was involved in a car accident and couldn't resist. Your life seemed to have ended along with his, but with the intention of rebuilding and recovering, away from that nightmare, you decided that you were going to return with Peter to New York, now that everything was on track.
But of course the atmosphere of the city brought back memories. It had been there that you'd discovered that the true love of your life had been wiped out while trying to protect your teammates. It was there that you had promised to forget the good memories with her, knowing that there would be no turning back, believing that she would never be by your side again.
You tried to rebuild yourself. Without Wanda, without your boyfriend, but with Peter. It was enough, actually.
As you flopped down on the couch, you closed your eyes and wished the memory of Wanda would go away from your mind. But as soon as he opened them, a familiar shadow lit up in the dim light of your house. It was a medium shade, dark, with a slashed face and a lot of blood running down one side. You jumped up and threatened to scream, but that husky voice cut you off and a soft hand that only you could know so well covered your mouth.
"Shhhh, detka, please don't make any noise..." she whispered, her Sokovian accent thicker. She smiled to see you widen your eyes when you recognized her. "You're going to end up waking your son up, did you know that?"
You opened your mouth and carefully removed her hand, a horrible feeling of pain coursing through your chest and a feeling that none of this was real.
“Oh, sure. You must be imagining you're delusional, right, detka?”, Wanda smiled again. “No… you are not delusional, my love. This is all absolutely real. I finally came back to you, I've been waiting for so long, and now I can finally have you again, (Y\NN).”
“You're not her, this isn't happening!” you yelled, panicking.
Wanda walked slowly, like a predator circling her prey and sat down next to you, and took your hand to touch her face. It was a way she'd found to make you feel the heat of her skin, just to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.
“Wanda…” you whispered under her breath. Her clear eyes gleamed.
"It's me, detka..." she whispered back. “I knew you would recognize me. I made sure he let me wear an outfit that would be easy for you to recognize me. And he answered me, he let me come back to you... in this universe, in this reality, in this world...”
“He…he who?” you whispered, afraid of the answer.
“Oh, that's right,” she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “I forgot that you don't know anything. We all came back from the blip, (Y\N), we made it. Bruce Banner brought us back. And then I had to make some decisions, some decisions that made me find the Darkhold, the book of the damned. I was meant for him as much as I was meant for you. While waiting for you to come back, I perfected myself. I am more powerful than before, and now I can do whatever I want, because he helps me, he guides me. I even have a codename now, you know?”
She seemed proud of her every word, but you knew it was all madness. Even if you didn't know the universe that surrounded superheroes or magical beings, like Wanda, you were already aware that wrong things happened all the time.
And when you looked into her eyes, a shade of scarlet amidst the green, and paid attention to her accent and her quiet, whispered voice, you were sure that this wasn't your Wanda. The Wanda you'd met years ago. The Wanda you loved. The Wanda who would make you risk your life if you had to.
The Wanda you've suffered for all these five long years.
"I can feel you're scared, my love..." she whispered, using her hands to touch your face. There was a faint hint of black ink on her fingers. “But you don't have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you, (Y\NN), not even if he asks me to... not even if he makes me...”, she pursed her lips. "Never."
Of course it was a lie. She was already dominated by that Darkhold, whatever he was, unfortunately. And you began to fear that there was no turning back.
“But enough about me,” Wanda continued, still touching her face. “Let's talk about you. Let's talk about Peter...", she smiled darkly. "Peter... I confess it took me a few weeks to figure out what you had done about his name...", she looked happy again. Genuinely happy. Almost touched. “Pietro would be proud if he were still alive...”
You widened your eyes when you heard her say that. I didn't imagine that she would find out everything so quickly... I didn't imagine that anyone would understand why her son's name was Peter from the beginning.
"He's just like you, (Y\NN), and he's so sweet...", she sighed. "I've been watching Peter for days and days..." When your face faltered into an expression, she cleared her throat. "Oh sorry. Do not get me wrong. It's just that when I knew you were back I knew I couldn't pass this one without seeing you. And I became a real vigilante, (Y\NN)... I'm not proud of it, of course not, but there was no other way, I needed to see you..."
And then, she was getting closer to your lips. Holding your face hoping you wouldn't run away. And kissed you. Wanda kissed you with such force and intensity that she scared you at first. You gasped on her lips and pulled away, exhaling.
"You're not her..." you whispered. “You are not my Wanda.”
“I am!” she replied, returning to hold your face as you tried to let go. “I know I'm changed, I know I look different, but it's still me. I promise. I will never hurt you. Never, (Y\NN)..."
"You're possessed...my Wanda would never make me do any of that."
"Take it over, sweetie...", Wanda's laugh was evil. “Assume at once that you depend on me and my love. Assume at once that you could never imagine a life without me and let me make you mine again, this time, in the right way.”When you least had a chance to think about what you were going to do, Wanda threw you on the couch and was on top of you, kissing your lips and neck with wet kisses that gave you a shivering sensation, something that held you to her. and it made you want more, want to fall into that spell she cast over you. Something irresistible, like Wanda.
Every now and then, you could hear her chuckling softly in your ear, motivating you to keep feeling those horrible things, those goosebumps. And with each touch, as she practically placed herself inside you, her moans made you sure that it would be increasingly difficult to escape.
“Tell me what you want from me, honey,” Wanda whispered in her ear. “What do you want me to do with you, huh?”
Go away, you thought, trying to be completely rational. But then a new burst of lust took over your body and you mumbled the first thing that crossed your mind as she dug one more finger into the most sensitive parts of you.
"I want you to fuck me."
She smiled. “With pleasure, detka...”
When Wanda lowered her gaze and pressed her entire face practically inside you, it was impossible to hold back any groans. Your panties slid carefully and fell to the floor as she wandered further into the sensitive corner, her hair touching your legs and making you shiver.
"W-Wanda... p-please f-please...", you begged, lost. dominated. “W-Wanda...”
“Shhhh,” she whispered, lifting those pale eyes towards you. A beam of them began to glow scarlet. "You’re gonna wake Peter up, dear..."
Sometimes you wish you weren't so dependent on that feeling.
But Wanda having sex with you was almost a drug on your system.
Well, it had the same effect if it wasn't.
"I will...", you whispered, being interrupted by the feeling that everything around you was going to explode. "I'm coming... I'm coming!"
Your ex-girlfriend looked up and smiled fiercely. And she waited for you to finally come, tasting you as she crawled next to you, hugging you. She was sweaty, and that line of blood on her face was gone, turned into a trickle of sweat.
"Exactly how I imagined it, so hot…" she whispered, wiping the corners of her mouth. "Too bad I won't be able to taste you any longer."
"No..."
“I'm sorry, detka, but I need you to let me go,” she whispered. "I promise I'll be back here every night to make you happy again... But I prefer that this time our night of love stays just in memory..."
And suddenly, she caused your mind to go blank and your eyes to close to the world around you, right there on the couch.

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I feel like I am screwing up my entire life and I don’t know why. Everything that I’ve always wanted… No. But I’m not stopping because… it feels good.
ABBI JACOBSON as CARSON SHAW in A League of Their Own (2022-)
Peaches, circle up. Here we go. Okay. I’m not making the rally speech today. Hallelujah! Okay, uh, so, um… Someone else is gonna do it every time actually from here, moving forward now. Fun!
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Godess Of Jealousy | Jane Foster x Valkyrie x Fem!Reader
Howdy! How you guys doing?
So, since I’m officially back and Thor: Love and Thunder is finally out (I haven’t watched it yet), I was planning to write something about the Asgard ladies, and it turns out I ended up thinking about this...
Here’s the prompt, Jane as the Thor and being really jealous about your relationship with Valkyrie!
Hope you liked it!
Enjoy!
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Thanks for reading!
*This might contain a little bit of swearing, sex insinuations and JANE’S ARMS hahahahaha*
Prompt: Sometimes, your close relationship with the king of Asgard makes other people really jealous. And it can lead to several consequences...
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"Let's have a drink together, (Y\NN)!
"“We should really do this, like, now!”
You and Valkyrie filled the New Asgard palace with a chorus of excited laughter. That was how the days were filled in that solitude. The two of you now enjoyed the course you'd taken, now that Valkyrie was the new king, and did as you pleased in that place full of gods. Kind of, given Valkyrie's presence, people would never bother you because you were an ordinary human with no Asgardian bloodline.
Still, days in Asgard were full of surprises for you. Some people still looked at you with a certain contempt, and of course it was nothing new. But the worst thing was having to put up with Jane Foster's eyes flashing your way. She was irritating as well as compelling.
You could spend hours there watching Jane looking at you and realizing that she was biting jealous of you and Valkyrie together.
But it was kind of obvious that she would never even get close to you, except for trivial things. You two were from the same planet, you had common subjects, you could carry on a conversation for hours. But Jane was too busy in possession of Mijolnir saving the worlds and Asgard itself. When not, her gaze at you intimidated you.It was preferable to keep drinking with Valkyrie and laughing at random bullshit while you fell over drunk.
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The other days that passed were no different from the rest. You were trying to get Valkyrie the king out of his stupid royal engagements, always bringing her a bottle of liquor, while Jane tried to hide in the crowd to stare at you with eyes flashing with jealousy.
Until, on one of those days, Valkyrie got too busy with royal engagements and the people of Asgard, and she ended up not giving you the attention you wanted. Upset, you walked out of the palace towards the gardens and noticed exactly the muscular and tall figure of Jane throwing and catching Mijolnir as if it were a boomerang.
“Hey,” you called, approaching her and leaning against a tall tree. Jane glanced at you and smiled. “Do you mind if I stay with you to train with that hammer?”
She shrugged and threw the hammer back at the tree. "Whatever. You can stay if you want. I wouldn't mind, actually.”
Her arms were fucking big and muscular, and they were getting longer and longer now. You started to worry because when you first met her on Earth, at a glance, she was kind of weak and looked like she was going to break with every touch. Maybe this over-pumped appearance was going to hurt her after all.
“What got into you to come here to watch me train, if I may ask?”
“Uh?”
“I asked what got into you to come here to see me train…”
“Ah,” you smiled, freeing yourself from your daydreams. “No, nothing. It's nothing too important.”
"What's it? Valkyrie dumped your ass, didn’t she?”
“What do you mean by 'dumped your ass'? We weren't dating!"
Jane smirked. “Sweet (Y\NN), no need to lie to me. Everyone has already figured out which one is yours..."
“Even you who are watching us, aren’t you?”
Jane's eyes widened and you immediately realized you'd said the wrong thing. You can almost see and feel the huge hammer flying into her face and hitting you with a fatal blow.
"I don't watch you," Jane defended herself. "I'm not a stalker!"
“Oh no?” you scoffed. And then he cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything, I just..."
"It's okay," the blonde smiled, dropping her hammer on the floor and coming to sit next to you, her human eyes gleaming with excitement. “It didn't offend me. I have to admit that sometimes it's nice to see you being yourself around the Asgardian gods, you know?”
You laughed. “You’re not being serious...”
“Of course I am, (Y\N). It's funny to see your attempt to look cool.”
“Are you really calling me a bad actress?”
“Never. You have many qualities, (Y\N), many indeed. And you should put them to play if you want to impress the King of Asgard...” For a moment, you noticed that Jane had gasped and blushed a little.
“I don't want to impress the King of Asgard!” you replied seriously. “Me and Valkyrie have nothing, I swear. She doesn't even think of me as her queen..."
"It's not what it looks like..."
"Jane, do you know something I don't?"
Once again, she gasped. You frowned.
"No, actually, what I'm trying to say, and making up a thousand excuses to forget about it, is that...", she smiled, clearing her throat. “I'd really like you to go out with me one day. I don't know, for a drink or something.”
“Are you really asking me out?”Jane shrugged.
"I think so... who knows... maybe..."
Your eyes widened, and you can hardly believe your luck. She was actually asking you out, after all those stares. She was beautiful, very beautiful, fucking beautiful.
And you could only think about it for the rest of the night, trying to digest the fact that Jane Foster had asked you out.
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"Hey, are you going to sleep yet?"
Valkyrie's voice alarmed you. She looked drunk, as usual. You shrugged.
"No way, before you go to bed, sweet lady...", she gently leaned down to kiss the back of your hand. “I have an announcement to make. It's actually more of an invitation, which is more of a certainty,” she smiled. “Tomorrow night, you and I will ascend the throne of Asgard for the first time, as king and queen, can you believe it? For everyone to hear, isn't that too much?”
Your eyes widened. "You and me?"
"Oh, who else?", Valkyrie smiled excitedly. “Hey, (Y\NN), let's face it, everyone thinks we both have a thing, and nothing better than letting them fool themselves with it,” you frowned. “Look, you don't have to worry about anything, okay? You won't have to date me at real events or have sex with me if you don't want to, but... at least let's keep the story...”
“This is crazy, Val,” you altered your voice. "We’re gonna lie to them!"
“For one day, I promise,” she whispered. “We won't have to say anything else after this party. Today I'm going to ask Korg to try to find another princess, another richer one, with Asgardian lineage... let's pretend at least, I can't take those crazy people questioning me anymore when I'm going to introduce the queen when I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING QUEEN !”
You hugged her, feeling sorry for her, totally yielding to the pressure of her subjects.
“Fine, but just for one day, okay?”, your date with Jane could be left for later, when the dust from the party has settled. “Then let’s get this over with, okay?”
“Of course we will,” she took his hand in a too-tight grip. "Thank you, I love you."
However, as you tried to sleep that morning, you seriously thought about whether that was really a good decision. Would there still be time to redeem yourself?
* * *
As expected, the party was packed. Everyone was dying to see the king announcing his queen and Valkyrie was especially nervous. Jane, from what you caught before you climbed into that tall car that would introduce you to the others alongside your possibly future wife, wasn't there.You instantly missed those eyes smoldering on you.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the king and her future queen!" Korg's voice announced, and you and Valkyrie took a step forward. She took your hand in a deep squeeze and kissed the back of it like she used to. Your sigh of tiredness and stress was highlighted by Valkyrie, who looked worried at the time.Some people applauded. Others seemed indifferent, and others started booing as the car with you passed them. You felt suffocated in that part of the realm, with that bunch of gods judging you like you weren't just two young girls.
When you and Valkyrie were safe, some screams ceased and others continued, even louder. Some of the new Valkyries have come to your aid, holding the most brutal men from behind. But that didn't dampen their voices, and in that crowded party, you suddenly panicked.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Valkyrie called. "You okay?"
"I'm sorry Val, I'm sorry but I can't do this..."
Hearing your name being shouted around you, you ran around looking for somewhere that could take you back to your quarters, and suddenly, you bumped into Jane, who was coming into the party and noticed you right away, holding you with those huge arms.
“Hey, are you okay?” Her voice was low, very low. You were silent.
“Just take me away from here, please”, finally, after seconds, you managed to speak, looking into her eyes with intensity.
Jane nodded once, taking your hand and leading you away from the hall, but Valkyrie's desperate voice took over the place soon after.
“Hey wait, (Y\N), we can work this out. You're not going anywhere.”
"Let her go," Jane whispered through clenched teeth. "Let her go, Valkyrie!"
“Don't make me fight you, Jane,” she gritted her teeth. “Don't make me be a jerk to you, please, it's all I want. Just give me (Y\N), we can work this out together, we will..."
"Jane," you held her arms as a way of protecting yourself. And as a way of signaling that you wanted to be by her side. “I'm sorry, Valkyrie, but I can't pretend to be your queen. Not being an ordinary human.”
“C’mon, let's go,” Jane whispered to you, walking back through the halls of the great hall of the palace until they were in the gardens again, where Jane placed you in the same tree as before and sat next to you, as before. "I knew it was going to be a bad choice, ever since I heard from Korg, I..."
“I agreed because she looked desperate,” you whispered. “I knew, I knew they were going to be mad at me. But I thought...”
“Thought it might be different this time,” Jane smiled. “See, (Y\N)? When I say you have countless qualities, it's because you do. You empathize with the people around you and think about them all the time.”
"You were right, the king was really in love with me..."
“It was pretty obvious,” she smiled, shrugging. "Valkyrie is terrible at disguising."
She turned to face you and carefully touched your face lightly using the back of her hand. “Also, who wouldn't fall in love? You're one of the cutest humans who's ever been to Asgard..."
“You're being modest,” you whispered, your lips quivering. "You're one of the cutest humans who's ever been to Asgard, Jane..."
She smiled, her cheeks flushing quickly and her eyes roaming your lips. “Can I kiss you now?” she asked, her voice low and urgent at the same time.
You didn't nod or deny it, you just got closer and when you least noticed, you had your lips glued to hers. Jane took extreme care to kiss you under the moonlight. She cupped his cheek calmly as she kissed his lips with more caution than affection. You reciprocated, kind of wanting it with your whole being. Deep down, you wanted to.
Jane broke the kiss with a few pecks, opening her eyes to look in your direction and smiling shyly. "You..."
“Shhhhhh,” you whispered, and pressed your lips to hers again. This time, the kiss was longer and more needy. There was a great spike of desire and impetus rising through you, and you knew you wouldn't be able to resist much... Jane, on the other hand, was feeling the same way too, her heart pounding and exploding with emotion and strength as if she needed it.
"God, you're going to drive me crazy like this, (Y\N)...", she gasped, giving a sarcastic laugh. "No ulterior motives, let me take you to your room, just for the night..."
"We don't have to pretend we don't have ulterior motives, Jane..." you laughed. "I want you. And I want you now.”
"You better be careful what you wish for, sweet (Y\N)..."
And still kissing you between giggles, Jane held you in those huge arms and led you gently towards the palace, where you certainly had the craziest, most tender first night of love all of Asgard had heard of.
Until I Found Her | Carol Danvers x Reader
HEY! HOW I MISSED WRITING HERE!
Honestly, it feels like this blog is left over, and I hate that feeling, so I've decided that I'm going to update it again with a Carol oneshot.
I'm sorry for the inactivity here, I promise to come back to write more often if you want. If you like the story, please don't ignore it. I need to know the feedback and if I can continue with the blog...
This story is very domestic and fluff, so I hope you enjoy it!
Do you have any suggestions? Ask me or comment on my latest posts!
Enjoy!
Prompt: You like Carol, but can’t find the best way to tell her. One day, when she is tired from a mission, seems like it’s your chance.
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Carol was usually on missions in space, and never had time to listen to the things you had to say. Despite that, the two of you had a friendship that had started the first time she came down to Earth after the blip, and you were fine with that, even with the distance.
She was a great friend, you had nothing to complain about, really.
The only thing that bothered you was that you couldn't really have the time, courage, and intelligence to talk about her feelings with her. Used to rejection and prejudice from the people around you, loving a girl wasn't easy when it came to you. And that was why Carol could never know the things you used to feel for her.
You were thinking out loud that night, not being able to sleep and having the impression that she would be back sooner than you thought. That's why you wanted to be there for her, wanted her to know that you waited for her, even in the worst conditions, lying on that cramped couch.
Suddenly, the door behind you slammed open, and Carol breathed a sigh of relief as she straightened her brown jacket in her arms.
“Carol? Is that you?"
“(Y\NN)? What are you doing up at this hour?”
“Waiting for you,” you shrugged, chuckling. “How was the mission? Did you get too hurt? Do you need me to do the bandages?”
The blonde smiled back, relaxing her frowning brow and raised her hand in surrender. “I don't need bandages, I told you. I'm a strong girl, it's not that easy to hurt me!”, she looked you up and down. “Now tell me, really, what are you doing up at this time of night?”
“Waiting for you, I already told you!”, you said trying not to sound rude. “It's not every day that Captain Marvel shows up at your house after a tough mission in another galaxy!” you sighed. "And I couldn't sleep either."
“In that horrible armchair, you would never be able to…”, Carol joked.
The cold was coming in through the window and through the open door. Quickly, you felt that your body had frozen completely, and when the blonde realized this, she ran in a great hurry to close everything that was giving way to the cold outside. Still, you were still shaking.
“Here,” Carol removed the brown jacket from her body and held it out toward you. "You can keep her, you know I don't feel cold..."
You blushed violently — wishing she hadn't seen this — and took the jacket from her hands, tucking it into your body. Your hands were hidden in the sleeves, but at least you could warm what was freezing.
"I... ah...", you realized you were stuttering and cleared your throat. “I made tea. Would you like some tea?”
She shrugged and took her seat in the armchair gently, while you poured a cup anyway. Taking a seat on the other, larger, more comfortable sofa, you handed her the cup and stood there, watching that tired little face as Carol drifted between sleep and waking.
She was tough enough to admit she hadn't been hurt, but you knew, you knew just by looking at that expression, that in the morning you'd find bruises and a few cuts on her arms, feet, and legs.
* * *
"Your teas are always great, (Y\NN)", she smiled, taking the last sip.
It was almost dawn, the sun's rays were taking shape on the window and on the city, and after you had freed yourself to get some sleep for a few seconds, you opened your eyes to stare at her. Immediately, you couldn't identify it, but you were sure you were hearing a melody in the surroundings.
“Sorry, I know I shouldn't have done that, but,” Carol laughed. “I looked for a relaxing playlist on your phone and ended up putting it to listen, I hope you don't mind.”
“No,” you smiled, still a little groggy. "If it helps you, I don't mind."
You were taken aback by her taste in music more than the fact that she had put on a playlist of her own. No absolutely normal person would put Nick Cave's Into My Arms on just to relax after a deadly mission on another planet.
It kind of made Carol special and different from everyone else.
“Mind if I change the song, at least?” you asked, just trying not to sound obtrusive. When Nick Cave ended, some unknown music started playing and you felt like you needed to keep the mood going. Carol shrugged again, more asleep than awake.
You grabbed your phone and changed the song to a newer one, which was a big hit on social media and was as slow as Into My Arms. Stephen Sanchez's voice invaded your house and gave you a much-needed snuggle.
“I don't know if you've heard this song before, but...”
“Until I Found You?” Carol scoffed. "Are you kidding? Kamala listens to it all the time.” Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel, you were proud when Carol talked about her because you could see in the sparkle in your friend's eyes how special that girl really was to Carol.
Suddenly, you were caught off guard. Carol hugged you from behind and started swaying your bodies in time to the music, at the moment when you turned to face her and the smiles grew while you were still swaying.
“I didn't know you still wanted to dance”, it was your turn to joke.
"My energy doesn't run out that fast, (Y\N), I'm not tired at all..."
You were swaying around the room in a perfect waltz, your hands around her and Carol's hands on her waist. It seemed that time did not pass, that it had stopped there, at that exact moment, it even seemed that you were in another dimension.
Now seemed like the perfect time, the perfect setting, for you to declare yourself.
But just looking into her eyes, you felt like you were forgetting the world and your own daydreams. You didn't even know your name anymore, so much depth in those beautiful eyes.
Once again, you were caught off guard as Carol's lips came closer and gently touched yours. Your eyes widened in surprise, but not to spoil the moment, you closed them just as the taste of cherry and fluorine penetrated your throat.
You didn't expect Carol to want to do that, much less expect you to respond right away. But she tasted so good, and you'd wanted to kiss her for so long that it all seemed insignificant.
Seconds later, when you broke contact, she looked you in the eye again, with an embarrassed little smile that matched her flushed cheeks.
“I-I,” you began, stuttering again. “I kind of always wanted to do this. It's been a while...yeah, I've wanted to kiss you for a while."
“You're cute when you stutter, honey,” Carol laughed. "I've wanted to kiss you for a while, too, but I didn't have the time or the courage."
You laughed. "Now you have it. All the time in the world.”
“You're right,” she replied quietly. “Can I do it again?”
Without you reacting or responding, Carol pressed her lips to yours once more. Only, this time, it was just a peck of minimal seconds.
The Captain laid her head on your chest and closed her eyes, breathing in your scent with a smile on her lips as you rocked her some more.
And, parallel to all this, the sunbeams were finally showing through the window, welcoming a new day that promised to be full of surprises and unexpected clichés, especially for the two of you.
marvel prompts ideas
Hey! It’s me, again, I’m sorry. Just want to try something new in this blog. I wanted to do this for too long, but I wasn’t sure if this would work... this is a test.
I’m gonna leave some prompts here (fluffy prompts), that I got from @nightprompts, and you guys can send me an ask if you want me to do an imagine using one (or more) of these!
It could be with any Marvel character, this time I’ll open requests!
I’ll be waiting for your answers!
( @nightprompts i’m sorry for taking your list, but I giving you all the credits!)
Enjoy!
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
❛ pinky promise? ❜
❛ c’mere, you. ❜
❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
❛ you remembered? ❜
❛ you’re my family too. ❜
❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
❛ you feel like home to me. ❜

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An Unsual Savior | Peggy Carter x Reader
Hey! It’s been so long since I posted my last Marvel imagine, so I thought why not post one, cause I feel like since I created my Heathers blog, I was leaving these stories behind.
Ok, so, here we go! One for the girls (and the gays), hahahah
This is me trying to recover from that scene in MOM, at least making Peggy happy in one timeline!
Enjoy!
Got any requests? Send me an ask or comment in one of my last posts, I’ll be glad to write for you!
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(Please, take a look at this woman!)
Prompt: You are the nurse on Colonel Phillips' staff, you live among the soldiers and serve the highest echelons of the Army. Until the day an incident changes his relationship with your superiors.
* * *
You were in for another one of those boring, monotonous days at work. Of course it was always a different emotion when working in the Army, even more so as a nurse, you can handle anything. You were lucky that the Wars were still far away, and the soldiers were only present at the barracks to train with Phillips and his rank.
Every now and then you would have a soldier in your tent, wounded by an accidental bullet, or with a twisted bone from stumbling in the midst of despair.The colonel trusted you blindly. He kept saying that of all the nurses he'd hired, you were the best. And the other bosses said the same thing. You'll lose count of how many times you've caught yourself blushing over some spontaneous compliment from the bosses. Especially if it was from a specific boss.
Your colleagues were jealous of your “fame”, but it was no use. They preferred to always let some flirt slip out while tending to wounded soldiers, while you were more centered and didn't take long to tend to their wounds.
That day, you were practically alone, tending to a soldier wounded in the leg by an accidental bullet, which happened often. He was clearly a rookie, he seemed very nervous about everything and he looked desperate because of that measly injury.
As usual, you soothed him until he'd gotten the bandage back in place, and you gave him two gentle pats on the shoulder to encourage him not to give up on his enlistment.
Just as the soldier limped out and gave him a shy smile, a larger soldier appeared at the tent door. Apparently he didn't have anything on his body, much less the mark of something.
He leaned against the tent frame and smirked in his direction. Only then did you recognize him.
Gilmore Hodge. You couldn't help but sigh in frustration.
"Hiya, nurse," he laughed, as if he had won. “Can you take a look at me, please? I think I injured my chest with a bullet during training.”
"If you'd hurt your chest, you wouldn't even be walking, Hodge," you said, unable to contain your sneer. He frowned, as any oppressor would.
"The bullets were blanks, nurse..."
You made a nasal sound as if you agreed, and pointed to the bed in front of you, as if asking him to sit down. That's what he did.
“Let me see this, then,” you began, trying to get into Hodge's joke. This isn't going to end well, you thought. “May I lift your uniform, soldier?”
He smirked again. You were sure.
"You don't even have to ask, nurse..."
You lifted his uniform carefully, noting that there really wasn't any sign of a gunshot anywhere on his chest. Hodge was still smiling when you looked back at him, and in a rush, the soldier's strong, powerful hands pinned you against your body.
“Hodge-”
“Calm down, nurse. You're very beautiful, I'll be careful with you,” he said, sexy and whispered. Any innocent girl would fall for that talk, but you, who knew him better than anyone else, were already waiting.
You struggled to free yourself from his arms, but the soldier's grip was winning. He didn't feel sorry, as much as he promised, he was soon approaching her face by force and kissing her forcefully. Hodge's lips smelled of cigarettes, and he was unyielding.You tried to let go again, but it didn't work, like the other times.
“Soldier Hodge?”
Agent Peggy Carter's sweet, commanding voice made you jump. He ignored her, though, and continued kissing you forcefully. That's when you started punching his chest, hoping it would have some effect.
“Soldier Hodge, will you release the nurse, please?”
He moaned still into your lips and released you, finally. The air returned to your lungs, and you glanced around to see Peggy leaning against the tent, as he had, her arms wrapped around her body, her face unfriendly.
"Soldier Hodge."
“Yes, ma'am, ma'am,” he saluted, trying not to show he was afraid. He was bad at doing that, though. And you chuckled, finding the situation amusing.
“He was just tending to some injuries, ma'am. Don't worry."
Okay, his attitude wasn't cool at all, but you'd rather hide the truth than have to witness an arrest or a rejection right in a tent where peace should reign.
Peggy, however, was not resigned, but nodded, sort of understanding your position on the matter. Hodge, who had remained silent for a while, nodded once and buttoned his uniform again, his expression tense and frightened.
“Anyway, I apologize for my lack of sense, nurse,” he said, probably because he wanted to get rid of Peggy's scolding. “Thanks for the help, I'm feeling better now. Thank you so."
And without another word, he walked out of the tent, leaving you and Peggy alone.
She wasn't looking at you, she was more amused by watching Hodge walk away with his tail between his legs, but when he finally left the tent, Peggy Carter's beautiful, deep-set eyes stared into your face steadily.
"I know he was trying to forcefully kiss you, no need to lie."
Your eyes widened, startled.
"I-I...", not knowing what to say, you saluted. “Sorry, ma'am.”
She smiled, and she had the most beautiful smile in the world. With that British accent that set her apart from the others, she replied. “No need for that formality either, (Y\N), you and I are co-workers.”
“Sorry, ma'am,” you repeated firmly.
"You don't even need to ask me for forgiveness, and you don't even need to call me ma'am."
“Sorry, ah… okay, Peggy,” you blushed. "Thanks."
She smiled again in your direction and nodded once, moving a considerable distance from your body. Just then, your heart was already racing.
"Are you okay? Did he physically hurt you or something?”
"No, I...", you blushed again. "I think not."
"Oh, then that's great."
Peggy turned around, ready to leave, but not before giving her one more smile, trying to sound friendly. She managed this without much trouble, of course. Everyone was delighted with her pose on and off the battlefield.
Suddenly, when you had already turned to your chores, and were packing some first-aid instruments in your bag, she spoke again, surprising you:
"Hey, I've been thinking…" she began, clearing her throat. “We both have free time this afternoon. I think we can, who knows, have a coffee at a coffee shop next door. What do you think?"
"You and I?"
"Why not?"
"Oh..."
She arched an eyebrow. "Come on, (Y\N), you won't be working all day."
Defeated, totally surrendered by that woman, you smiled and shrugged.
“Alright, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing to me…”
Peggy seemed to get a different glint in her eyes when you agreed to go out with her, and before finally leaving you alone, she winked at you. “I'll be waiting for you. Maybe you want a ride too, in my jeep. I'll be happy to help."
Her irresistible charm made you blush. Well, that had been quite a day, and depending on how the afternoon turned out, it would be hard to forget...
Hey! I'm still here! Sorry for the inactivity!
Next week I'll have a week off from school, so I'll post back here and get all the requests and asks I haven't taken yet.
If you haven't submitted your request or ask yet, feel free to do so! I'll do my best to answer!
Again, sorry for the inactivity! Next week I'll be back, promise! <3
don’t be J.D. kids
You know what no fuck it
HEATHERS AU WHERE VERONICAS PARENTS WALK IN ON JD DURING MEANT TO BE YOURS BECAUSE DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LOUD HE WAS LIKE "VERONICA!! Open the-open the door! Please Veronica open the door!" HOW THE FUCK DID HER PARENTS NOT HEAR THAT
honestly i wish this was canon cause omg
VERONICA DESERVED BETTER
(hope you guys don’t mind, I don’t ship her with JD)
my baby deserved better
UGH OMG SAME I SEE IT MORE AS A PLATONIC THING
ME TOO
you know like, teenage love, first love...
yeah, that’s their case
I Want To Hold Your Hand | Sylvie Laufeydottir x Reader
Hey! Going back to the origins of imagines with Sylvie, I had this little sketch of an idea and thought it would be cool to share, especially because I put together two of the things I love the most at the moment: marvel and the beatles!
Hope you like it!
Any suggestion? Special request? Just ask me or comment on any of my recent posts, I'll do my best to write!
Prompt: When things finally get good between you and Sylvie, she has to face the idea of the real world and the things it can offer.
"Well, this is my house, very modest, I hope you don't mind."
Things had finally settled, at least for the most part. Now that the Multiverse was open, new challenges would come, but you and Sylvie didn't want to hear about these ideas of space, time and world anymore. After years of being imprisoned and raised as “number one enemy”, all she wanted most was to be able to live in peace, even if it was in a different universe.
You were more than sure that sending her to Earth and to New York was a good alternative. Loki himself had set foot on Earth once and enjoyed it - although it only caused massive confusion - so probably, following that same line of thinking, Sylvie would love it.
She didn't seem to care about your home at first. According to her, living hiding out there was proof enough that she didn't care about space, appearance or location. All she wanted was a place to stay and spend the rest of her life if you let her.
Her company was pleasant. You rarely argued, because she rarely spoke to you, and interactions were minimal, only when she was in doubt about something quite mundane and you had to teach her.
Living with Sylvie wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.
* * *
"What are you doing?"
It was the first time she had asked you something like that, directly. You were together in your trailer room, each on a couch, you with headphones listening to music, she reading a book about planets she found hidden on your bookshelf.
Her question took you by surprise, and made you glance at her, pulling out your headphones immediately. "What did you say?"
“What are you doing?”, she repeated the question, without showing any reaction. “What are those… things… in your ears?”
You smiled, finding that very cute. "Ah, that...", you held out the headphones. “These are headphones. I use it to listen to music when I don't want to disturb anyone or when it's making a lot of noise outside.”
Sylvie was looking at you with a curious look, a little confused, she wasn't saying anything, because she didn't want to bother you.
“Want to try one of these?” you asked, breaking the silence.
Carefully, you approached Sylvie on the other couch, holding the headphones and cell phone, and then placed one of them to her ear, an act that annoyed her a little. She put the other headphones to her own ear and pressed play, switching to another song so she could feel the mood from the start.
Sylvie was startled as she heard the instruments fill the air, looked at you with wide eyes and open mouth. “For Odin’s sake, this is…”
"Cool, huh?"
“What song is this?”
You held out your cell phone and pointed at the screen. “I Want To Hold Your Hand by The Beatles,” he replied, smiling again. “One of the best bands on Earth, you should hear more of their music.”
She was silent, enjoying the music, staying that way for a few minutes. Every now and then, you saw her body move slightly, as if she wanted to go dancing, and you found that situation quite funny. It was curious to see her like this, coming out of her natural mood.
After a few seconds, you noticed that she was quiet again. You also noticed that she was looking at you with a different look, less angry, less filled with hate and bad temper. And then came a strange question, after a while.
"Can I?"
Now it was you who stared at her confused. "What?"
"Hold your hand. I Want To Hold Your Hand.”
Your confused gaze didn't change position. Then you finally get the idea, she was interpreting the song as a secret message, or was she using the song as a secret message, something like that.
You immediately let Sylvie hold your hand, surprised by her strange behavior. With a relaxed smile different from the smile she used to give, the Goddess of Mischief laced her fingers with yours and was silent, staring into space.
“Why did you do that?” you asked, hoping you didn't sound rude.
Sylvie just shrugged, still smiling. And in some weird way for no apparent reason, her smile made your heart race faster than it should.

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Uncle Peter | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Hey! I'm officially back with the imagines! Okay, so this was a crazy idea that came up yesterday and I thought it would be a great idea! I hope you watched No Way Home to read this oneshot... I won't give more details or I'll spoil everything hahaha
Hope you like it!
Any requests, any oneshot suggestions? Just send an ask or comment on any of my posts!
Maybe it was a very confusing imagine, but I hope you can understand the plot of this story...
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Prompt: When your niece finally asks who is your boyfriend... (you’re the youngest Stark, just to make it right!)
“When will we be able to meet your boyfriend, Aunt?”
"Morgan!"
You already expected this subject to come up at one time or another. Morgan had always been very curious about her boyfriends, and after Tony died, you completely understood her need for a father figure. Of course she had Happy, but it wasn't the same, even if they considered him part of the family.
"No, no, Pep, it's okay..." you whispered, smiling. With a glance, he pushed the plate away from the table and looked in the direction of his niece. “But you already know, dear. It’s Uncle Peter, remember?”
Morgan frowned. "Really? Are you dating Peter?”
“Really,” you smiled again.
"Alright, question answered, now it's time to go..." Pepper quickly gathered up the dishes and helped Morgan pull out a chair. You both got up, and the girl ran in excitement so she could watch TV, while you and Pepper were doing the dishes. She turned to you. "Look, sorry about her, but you know... a kid, and having an aunt, after all this time..."
You just nodded, washing the dishes. Until recently, you hadn't felt ready to show up in Tony's life again, especially since the inexplicable death of Maria and Howard had scarred you so deeply, and seeing her brother who'd followed their father's career all day wasn't going to help much in that sense. your psychological. For that reason, for years, you kept away from the bond that made you a Stark.
But now, with his death, and with the weight of having a family formed, you feel obligated to take care of Morgan and Pepper for him, if only to make up for the years you've been estranged from each other. You knew, somehow, that Tony would be happy about it.
It wasn't bad being part of the Stark family now. Morgan was adorable and Pepper was one of the best sisters-in-law you ever had.
“Late again,” you suddenly huffed, glancing at your wristwatch. Pepper looked at you confused. "I made an agreement with Peter that he would pick me up at eight, it's a quarter past eight and he's still not here."
Your sister-in-law gave a suggestive smile. “Peter is always late anyway…”
Ignoring the teasing, you continued washing the dishes until the moment the doorbell rang. Running like a madwoman, you opened the door, facing Peter getting ready on the other side. He smiled at you and walked into the house, looking around to see if Pepper or Morgan were there.
“Hi, you're late, you know?”, you commented, laughing. He frowned.
"I am really sorry. I had to finish a paper for MIT.”
“You are forgiven,” you replied. “Want to get something to eat before we go?”
"Uncle Peter!"
Morgan interrupted the two of you by dropping into Peter's lap, who returned a warm hug. With a smile, she clung to him as she looked at you, as if sizing up your every behavior.
"Morgan, me and Peter need to go..."
“Fine, but can’t he play a round of UNO with me?”
"Oh dear, I..."
“Hey, you two! You’re taking too long!”
A voice came out the door and a face you knew jumped around before speaking the next sentence. Peter 2 was standing with his hands on his hips, waiting for you and Peter. Morgan looked confusedly at the door, then alternated between you and Peter, who were both unresponsive, tense.
"Uncle Peter?" Morgan asked, still looking at the door.
"Hi Morgan...", Peter 2 smiled, looking straight at you. "Come on, (Y\N), he's been waiting for you!"
"He who?" Morgan asked again.
"What do you mean with “him who?”?" the older Spider-Man looked confused now. “Her boyfriend, of course.”
You felt like hiding your face in the couch cushions, clinging to Peter and thinking about how you would get out of this tight skirt. It was hard enough for most people to understand that there were three Peters Parkers and that you were dating one of them, but not the one from your universe. Now, it was even more difficult because it was a child.
Even if that child was a Stark.
“We need to go!” Peter told you, taking your hand and pulling. “Come on, (Y\N), what has gotten into you?”
"If your boyfriend isn't Uncle Peter, then who is he?"
“Morgan, we'll talk later, honey!” you pulled Peter with you as Peter 2 balanced his car keys. You left the house and entered the vehicle, dying of shame. “Damn, how am I going to tell her? She thought it was you!”
"Did you tell her it was me?" Peter asked, confused.
"No! I said it was Uncle Peter, but I didn't say which one!” you explained. "She knows the three of you, she knows exactly who you are, but I don't know... maybe she didn't think straight..."
"It was my fault..." Peter 2 whispered. "I shouldn't have entered the house."
“Of course not, Peter!” you took his hand. “I'll find a way to explain it to her later. You know, soon everything will be fine, soon people will get used to three Peters..."
Your Peter smiled as he watched the road. The three of you arrived at the lab they'd managed to rent together to hide out there. Rushing in and laughing at your own confusion, you only calmed down when you saw the face of your Peter, Peter 3, working on something crazy and explosive you couldn't make out.
Going up behind him, you covered his eyes, chuckling softly. He turned around, just as you took your hands from his eyes to face him too. With a passionate kiss, Peter 3 realized you were tense.
“What's up, honey?” he whispered, still close to her lips.
"Oh... it's Morgan... she found out about the three Peters..."
He smiled, scratching the back of his neck. "Our! Poor thing! She must have been very confused... And you intend to tell her that your boyfriend is Peter from another universe?”
"She kind of already knows..." you replied, sighing. “But never mind now, enough of the Peters fuss for today. Now I just want you to kiss me, Pete..."
He nodded and pressed his lips to yours again, in a more intense kiss.
"Let's go, kid... we'd better leave the two of you alone before the thing here is R-rated!", Peter 2 said to Peter, louder than you'd expected, making you laugh mid-kiss.
Since moving in with Morgan and Pepper, that was probably the day you laughed the most in your entire life.