kon: are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as damian?
tim: have you ever played any game with damian?
kon: no…
tim: have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?
*meanwhile, on the other side of the field*
damian, chasing jon: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!
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Summary: Steve is eager to learn about his new reality.
Pairing: FA!Steve Rogers x Shield!Reader
Square filled for @steverogersbingo: C3: Free Space
Card: SB5037
Words: 1209
Warnings: hand around throat (non-sexual), FA Steve Rogers, mentions of inappropriate touching/sexual abuse of a patient (nothing happens)
“I’d let him break my back any time of the day."
For days, one of the nurses checking on Steve Rogers, the man fresh out of the ice. She laughed and elbowed her colleague as she walked past you.
“I bet she’d do the same. She’s standing there all day, keeping an eye on our sleeping beauty.
You didn’t leave your position for days, guarding Captain Rogers’ room like a bloodthirsty wolf. Anyone daring to get closer to him had to go through a thorough security check, including a pat-down.
“That’s my job,” you said loud enough for everyone passing you and the nurses by to hear. She smirked until you patted the gun hidden under your jacket. “Unlike you, I’m a professional. I don’t grope a patient to get off. You already have two strikes.”
“I…I didn’t. I wouldn’t,” she lied to your face, but you caught her red-handed. Her hands roamed Captain Rogers’ chest and threatened to drift lower.
You gave her a cold look. “If I catch you one more time inappropriately touching Captain Rogers, you can look for a job at the prison. I bet the inmates wouldn’t mind getting a pretty little thing like you to touch them.”
The nurse blanched. She did not expect you to talk about her mishap in front of others. “No one will believe you!”
“Maybe you want to end up in jail yourself. You know, touching a person without their consent is sexual abuse. People will believe me, Missy. I’m a special agent; you are a nurse believing you can get away with abusing a person in a vulnerable position.”
She was about to go ballistic when Nick Fury, your boss, walked toward you. He didn’t look at the nurses, but two agents followed him hot on his heels. They stopped in front of the nurse and showed their badges.
“Miss, you must follow us.” They sternly said, not leaving room for arguments. “You are off duty for the time being.”
You watched them lead the nurse away from the hospital room. A smirk tugged on the corners of your mouth, but you suppressed it.
“Agent Y/L/N, I have a special task for you.” Fury looked at you, his expression unreadable.
“Sir, I’m not allowed to leave my position,” you insisted on guarding the room. “I think this is the most important task at the moment.”
“The doctor said, Captain Rogers is about to wake. It’s a matter of hours,” Fury explained while two more agents walked toward you and your boss. They handed you a garment bag, smirking darkly.
“What’s the meaning of this? Do you think my outfit is inappropriate?” You asked, looking at the garment bag in your hands. “Director Fury?”
“You see, Captain Rogers believes it’s the ninety-fourths. We can’t have him freak out. I want to ease him into his new reality.” He pointed at the door. “In there is Captain America, the man we will need to fight on our side in the future. For now, we must protect him from himself.”
“You mean lie to him.” You angrily clenched your jaw. It didn’t feel right to lie to Captain Rogers after he sacrificed his life for the greater good. “Sir, with all due respect. In there, is the man defending his country more than once. He’s a hero, and we should respect him, not lie to him.”
“We will pretend he’s still in the ninety-fourths until he trusts us. No discussion. I want you to be his shadow and protect Captain Rogers. The only way is for you to become his private nurse.”
You rolled your eyes. Fury, out of all the people, wanted you to play Captain Rogers’ sexy nurse.
“I don’t think this will work out, Director Fury.”
“You saved a team member’s life performing first aid. You reacted faster than anyone. Agent Y/L/N, you are more than capable of pretending to be a nurse for a few days,” Fury said, once again, not accepting any argument.
You wanted to argue and tell him to wear the nurse costume himself, but bit your tongue. Pissing Director Fury off was the last thing you wanted to do.
“We are counting on you, Agent Y/L/N,” Fury said. “I’m counting on you.”
With a deep sigh, you accepted your fate. “Fine. I only hope we don’t lose his trust when he finds out it’s not the ninety-fourths anymore…”
You felt like a traitor when you entered Captain Rogers’ hospital room. He was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The moment you stepped closer, he tensed.
Captain Rogers immediately sat up to look at you. He eyed you warily, assessing if you were an enemy or simply a nurse doing her job.
In the background, a radio broadcast of a baseball game was playing. Captain Rogers frowned for a second. He listened to the broadcast, and you saw it in his eyes. Something was wrong.
Before you could react, he was in front of you, his hand around your throat. He slammed you into the wall, holding you there. You were no match for his strength, so you didn’t fight him.
Your hand gently touched his wrist, and your eyes held his gaze. Without saying a word, you tried to tell him you’re sorry for trying to fool him.
“Who are you? Are you with Hydra?” He asked. “Answer me! Where’s the tesseract? Did you steal it?”
You tried to shake your head, but his hand tightened around your neck. Your touch remained gentle. You squeezed his wrist, trying to calm him.
“Who are you?” Captain Rogers asked again. “I know this is fake.”
He finally dropped his hand from your throat, but grabbed your arms before you could stop him.
“Captain Rogers, I’m not a threat. We are here to help you,” you said between coughs. “I won’t hurt you. You need to calm down and listen to me.”
“Why should I?” He hissed at you. You could see the struggle on his face. He tried to fathom how he ended up in this place with you after crashing into the ice.
“The tesseract, I don’t know about its whereabouts,” you said, if only to earn his trust. “We focused on saving you, Captain Rogers. If they found it, I did not get informed. That’s above my pay grade.”
“Above your pay grade.” He repeated your words. “Are you with the military? Do you work with Howard?”
“Stark?” You laughed lightly. “Yes, I worked with a Stark once or twice.” You said, hiding, that you worked with his son, Tony, not Howard. “You know Howard Stark?”
“He gave me my shield.” He stepped away, looking around the room. His shield was placed next to the bed, another attempt to win his trust.
“Oh, that was generous. It’s unique,” you carefully tried, slowly following Steve as he walked toward the shield. He picked it up, strapping it around his left arm. “Captain Rogers, please don’t do this. We started on the wrong foot, but I don’t want to hurt a hero.”
“Hurt me.” For a moment, a cocky smirk appeared on his face before, to your utter horror, the bastard jumped out of the window, shield first.
I feel like #47 with #34 would be so cute with levi but instead him or the reader lets it slip and confesses about it to other people
Levi Ackerman x reader || Spill the beans
Prompt 47 and 34-> make your own request
a “field day” turns into a confession when levi can’t hide his jealousy.
the scouts were scattered across the training field, shouts and laughter echoing as hange directed the chaos with uncontainable glee.
“all right, everyone, let’s make this interesting! capture the flag—teams are set!” hange announced, spinning a clipboard. you swallowed your nerves and jogged to your team’s designated corner, eyes scanning the field. the flag fluttered just ahead of you, and you dropped into a ready stance.
your team looked to you, the unofficial protector of the flag, and you gave a small nod. “don’t let them touch it.” your voice was calm, but inside your stomach was doing flips. you could feel levi’s eyes on you from across the field. of course. he was on the opposing team, and of course, he would be tasked with stealing your flag.
the whistle blew, and chaos erupted. you blocked attacks, tagged runners, and dodged with precise movements. then you saw him—levi, moving like a shadow between the others. your heart jumped. he wasn’t supposed to be this fast. not that it mattered; you had to stay focused.
then one of the new recruits—a clumsy, overly eager kid—grabbed your arm, laughing as he tried to pull you away from the flag. you froze for a second, annoyed, but didnt bother to shove him off.
and that’s when levi saw it.
his normally impassive face tightened ever so slightly. a spark of something you recognized all too well—jealousy—flared behind his grey eyes. and when he charged toward you, it wasn’t just to grab the flag; it was to get between you and the newbie.
you barely had time to react before he was in front of you, chest practically brushing yours.
“move,” he said, voice low, uncharacteristically rough.
you smirked, wrapping an arm around the newbie. “oh? and if i don’t?”
levi froze. for half a heartbeat, the field disappeared. only you. and the blush rising on his cheeks betrayed him. then the newbie wiggled again, making levi’s grip on his composure slip. “i—look, you—” he started, fumbling in the middle of the field.
“you what?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.
“you’re mine,” he muttered before he could stop himself, tone loud enough that several scouts froze mid-run, staring. your jaw dropped. he blinked, realizing what he’d just said.
“shit—” you started, but hange was already laughing like a maniac.
“ohhh! looks like someone finally spilled the beans!”
levi’s face turned redder than any blood you’d ever seen. you crossed your arms, heart hammering—not from the running, not from the game, but from the fact that everyone now knew.
levi glanced at the newbie, eyes sharp, protective, flustered. “don’t… tell anyone else,” he muttered, voice almost a growl, tugging at your arm to move you out of the line of sight of other scouts.
you grinned, letting him pull you. “a little late for that babe… you might want to work on your poker face”
he groaned, dragging you behind a tree, but you could feel the heat radiating off him. his hand brushed yours, and he didn’t pull away. you squeezed his fingers.
the flag? it was forgotten. the game? irrelevant. because suddenly, the secret between the two of you wasn’t a secret anymore.
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Summary: When T.K. is unable to volunteer at Jonah's first Field Day, Carlos must take over. Is he prepared for the chaos that elementary school brings?
Carlos is woken from a dead sleep by the horrendous sound of retching coming from the bathroom. His first thought is Jonah, but then he realizes the sounds are much too big and loud for a tiny six-year-old body. Pushing himself upright he rubs at his eyes, clicking on the bedside lamp to find the mattress beside him empty. Shit.
“T.K.?” he says, getting to his feet, only to be met with another terrible heave and the sound of splashing. He grimaces and then braves pushing the bathroom door open to find T.K. on his knees in front of the toilet, gripping the bowl with all his strength as he empties his stomach.
Carlos immediately turns on the fan and then grabs a clean washcloth, setting it on the sink to wet with cool water when T.K. is ready for it. Carlos has only been a dad for three years, but he’s cleaned up a wild amount of puke in that time; there’s a procedure to be followed and he excels at it at this point.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” he asks.
T.K. shakes his head miserably and then dry heaves and Carlos takes his leave, heading down the hall to check on Jonah who is still sound asleep. Ziggy the tiger has fallen to the floor so Carlos picks him up and returns him to Jonah’s bed, tucking him against he bed rail so he doesn’t fall out again.
As he’s walking back to the master he hears the toilet flush and the sink run and a few seconds later T.K. stumbles out to collapse on their bed, his face pale and sweaty. “I shouldn’t have eaten those burritos,” he groans, clutching the duvet to him.
Carlos sits down on the mattress and runs a hand through his damp hair. “No, you probably shouldn’t have.”
