#kwrites

A/N: oh of course! Definitely NOT putting my own personal experiences in here… noooo absolutely notttttttt👀👀👀😳😳😳 also I’m sorry this took so damn long I haven’t played MK1 in EONS but I’m back for the new invasion season (please give me a Smoke or Scorpion related one PLEASE😭)😋😂

Warnings: slight NSFW + Hanzo being a third wheel + domestic life with Tomas + Fem!Reader

Hola! I write sometimes 💫

Agatha all along:

One shot

Will you still love if I was a roach? (Agathario- just pure brain rot)

Take me home (cause i don't stand a chance in these four walls) (Agathario- tw: mentions of m*rder)

WIP

All we know is falling (Agathario, exes to ???, pure angst)

Pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader (can be platonic or romantic, whichever works for you!)

Warnings: language! somebody’s undies are exposed, fighting (although no serious damages seeing as its mainly playful) & hardly anything else unless you wanna consider humor and a bit of fluff a warning bc in that case you’re in for a treat!

Request: “so what about a steve x fem!reader one where they are both Avengers and they are doing their usual morning routine: running before training, but Steve gets cocky and laps the reader several times and just laughs about it so the reader takes revenge during the training session by showing off her "soooo much better fighting skills" and tries to knock Steve on the ground and it ends with being extremely fluffy and giggly, please? thank you bubs, you da best!!”

A/N: hi! This request is from my dearest, @adoringsteverogers aka an absolute angel, I enjoyed writing this and I actually like how it came out so I hope you enjoy! Go follow her guys! She writes as well (a whole lot better than myself, that’s for sure!) and it’s so good, 10/10 recommend, literally not kidding when I say she’s the absolute best! Thanks so much again for this, I love you so much!

“Oh, come on! That all you got, dollface?” Steve yelled from a good metre’s distance, jogging backwards with ease, almost tauntingly.

“Not to burst your bubble, cap, but not everyone is as physically advanced as yourself,” You practically seethe, causing him to pause for a breather, walking leisurely in your direction as if he hadn’t just gone thirteen laps in just under a minute.

“I mean look at you,” you continue breathlessly, waving a hand in his direction, hunched over and palms gripping your kneecaps as you fail to control your staggering breaths, “you’re like a walking steroid!”

That earned a chuckle from Rogers, “walking steroid, huh?” He parrots with a faux thoughtful expression before speeding off.

What the hell?

Before any burning questions you had could be answered, you noticed Steve’s, once missing, figure speeding in her direction as she continued on her light jog. With a shit-eating grin, he speeds right past you.

“On your left!”

“Bastard!” Y/n yelled loud enough for not only steve, but the rest of the neighborhood to hear—if they were even awake, that is.

Steve makes you wake up at the asscrack of dawn saying it’s “the best time seeing as you’re your freshest in the morning -mind, body and soul- and well-rested. It will help you be ready to take on any and every task. And as a bonus, if you run on an empty stomach, you could burn more fat!” that one earned a fake gasp from you and a playful punch to the shoulder for Steve. He’d chuckle, just the reaction he was looking for.

You’d realized your thoughts had blinded you from the reality that is Steve Rogers being an absolute asshat. Almost like lightning, he’s sprinting past you again, this time laughing his head off to your reaction, almost slowing down from laughing so hard.

You bite your lip to hold back a chuckle. “That arrogant asshole,” you thought, “I’ll show him.”

After about the sixth time he’s lapped you, watching him with an amused expression, you decided you’ve had enough.

“Alright, asshole,” you said, pausing in your movement, exaggerating the second part, “you wanna play, let’s play!”

That got his attention. With the same shit-eating grin as earlier, he’s walking towards you.

“Had enough, sweetcheeks?” He says teasingly, pinching your cheeks as if you were some child.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, you cocky bastard. I want a fair game, not this bullshit. Meet me in the training room in five.” With that she was off, slowing down at the sound of Steve’s voice.

“Wait, y/n! You didn’t tell me, five what? Minutes? Hours? You sure you can even get there that fast?” You can practically here the grin on his face, as if he’d just told the world’s funniest joke.

Idiot.

“Prepare to have your ass kicked, old man!”

**

“Say, y/n, are you sure you don’t wanna back out now? I don’t want to hurt you.” Steve says, pretending to be serious, -you can tell by the way his eyes shine and crinkle at the corners, he’s not- as he rubs his hands together in faux preparation.

“Shut up and fight me already!” You reply as you bounce irritably in your spot, cracking your knuckles.

And with that you’re basically tackling him to the floor. He loses all balance and falls underneath you and between your legs. It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s got one leg straddling your entire front and the other holding himself up. He’s got that signature smug look on his face as if he’s just defeated the world’s toughest villain. Steve’s not as smart as he likes to think he is though. Not with you in his corner.

He’s too lost in your eyes to realize his foot has slipped and he’s laying on his back yet again. You raise an eyebrow, huffing in amusement at his idiocy. You’re straddling his waist for a good minute before he’s got you pinned yet again. After a few rounds of rolling around, seeing who would win for dominance you eventually stand and offer a hand to the sweaty man beneath your feet. He hesitates for a minute before taking it only to earn an unexpected punch to the face and kick to the groin. He groans and lets out a humorless laugh before grabbing your wrist in hopes to knock you off your feet only supporting you to throw yourself back in a flip and landing on his shoulders, straddling the sides of his face with your thighs -and neck with the quads- in a chokehold with your thighs.

“I see nat’s taught–“ he coughs, gripping and tapping your thighs almost in a way of showing he’s surrendered “—taught you her little trick, huh?” Before you can smirk in confidence, you’re being knocked off your feet, landing harshly on the mat.

You can see his figure on top of you as you groan in pain, oh how you wished you could smack that smirk off his face.

Instead, you did yourself one better. While he was too busy attempting to keep his breathing at bay as he laughed his head off at your aggrieved state, you managed to crawl underneath him and take the risqué move of yanking down his pants. You couldn’t control the squeal that left your lips when his true form was revealed to you.

“Y/n!” His voice was high pitched as he attempted to cover up with his massive -clearly not massive enough compared to his...hands.

“ARE THOSE CAPTAIN AMERICA UNDIES I—“ you burst out laughing before you could even finish your sentence.

Steve was quick to get defensive, “LOOK, I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO WEAR, ALRIGHT? CUT A MAN SOME SLACK,”

“THAT DOESNT EXPLAIN WHY YOU OWN A PAIR OF BOXER BRIEFS WITH YOUR FACE PLASTERED ALL OVER THEM.”

“I GOT THEM FROM TONY FOR CHRISTMAS AS A JOKE AND I HAD NO OTHER CLEAN PAIR SO WHAT’D YOU EXPECT?”

You were trying so hard to control your fits but every word he spoke had you in tears.

“Fine,” you lift your hands in surrender, biting back a laugh, “I’m never letting you live this down though.”

“Oh yeah?” He challenges back before throwing himself at you.

He was slick, you give him that, but you were slicker. You were too quick in your actions as you slipped underneath and stuck out your left leg in an attempt to trip him. How easily trick-able he was when he was in a playful mood was beyond you.

You didn’t know whether it was the way his arms flailed in the air before falling backwards or the look on his face and the little shriek that left his lips before falling but whichever it was had you clutching your chest as if your lungs would quit on you any second from laughing so hard.

“You little shit,” he groans as you gasp out a snarky “you kiss your mother with that mouth, cap?” causing you to chuckle, “fine, you win! That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You smiled victoriously, “yes, actually, that’s all I could ever want, thank you!”

Feeling bad after maybe five minutes of watching the man lay with eyes closed, struggling to catch his breath you let your generosity get the best of you.

You kicked his shin lightly to get his attention. He opened one eye and closed it immediately, blushing, almost too embarrassed to open them.

“Oh come on, don’t be such a sore loser now. Here,” you wave your hand in front of him. He’s hesitant but takes it anyway.

Now what you weren’t expecting was for him to throw you to the ground along with him but of course because this is steve, that is exactly what he went for.

You were impressed by his strategy and you, instead of getting angry, couldn’t help but let out the ugliest laugh you’ve ever laughed in your life. This caused Steve to erupt in a fit of laughter as well.

The giggling went on for hours, random things triggering even more laughter which in turn made it so neither one of you would calm as you clutched your stomachs in laughter, all while still being tangled together.

After a good couple of minutes of laying atop of Steve, with your head resting in the nape of his neck in a fit of giggles, all had calmed. Both of you just lay there, engulfed in one another as you move your face to meet his and let out an airy laugh as you smugly reply,

“Can’t believe I really got to witness America’s ass this up close and personal.”

Damini

@forlornraven

@wallpatterns

You threw the diamond encrusted collar back at Gabriel who was looming over you grinning as you stood on the coffee table defiantly trying to get some height to put you closer on his level. The collar flew up and over the edge of the coffee table and fell to the floor far below. You screamed and ranted at the angel that you were nobody’s damn pet thank you very much! Gabriel’s face grew darker and darker, until he crouched low and stuck his massive face in your tiny airspace. One of his hands picked up the collar between two of his fingers and he moved to hand it to you.

“You will wear whatever I deem you to wear.” He said quietly, darkly. “The very reason you are here insignificant human is on my grace and want alone. And therefore, you will do as I say and accept my gift.” His words had a touch of power in them. It made you want to follow his command. But you were brought here to be Sam and Gabriel's, equal not a pet. You turned your back. And simply said no. That was the wrong thing to say. Suddenly you were pushed to the ground courtesy of a giant finger, and the collar was hooked harshly around your neck, the gold circle depicting your name clinked against the diamonds. You try to pull it off, but it was stuck on, most likely by grace. You pulled away from the finger, but it followed pinning you like an insignificant bug. You squirmed telling the angel to get off of you. You were sweaty with panic, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t breathe, you were in full flight or fight mode, and knowing you couldn’t fight you just wanted to get away. His face slowly leaned down as he whispered into your wriggling form “You’re mine” as he lifted your shirt with his tongue nipping at your belly leaving a bruise blooming black and blue. The pain causing tears to wet your face. A loud noise startles you and you see Sam stomping his way toward Gabriel. You are suddenly free standing up and holding your painful belly.

“Gabriel!” Sam shouts moving to push Gabriel up and away from you with his superior height and strength. With Gabriel distracted you run down the stairs Sam installed for you to have a bit of freedom and ran across the room. The giants were distant rumbles as you made it out, looking for somewhere to hide. You couldn’t go to your house, that would be the first place they would look. You end up under a bookcase that even your tiny form has to army crawl to get under. You lay in the dark the dust coating and clinging to your form. You tugged weakly at the collar again, but it was stuck tight. You could hear the sound of Sam calling your name, but you couldn’t go out and face another giant. You curled up closing your eyes.

Away from those giants you felt safe.

A/N: I can try, but I have no idea what it’s like to be a parent…….. Okay wait that’s a lie I kinda feel like a mom sometimes when my bf forgets to drink water, take a nap, sleep on time, and make sure he’s not overworking himself… again🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 Since I’m not sure what being a parent involves, I’m just gonna throw shit at the wall and see what sticks! Also the kid is adopted cause I am 😂🤣 Anyways not sure if this is exactly what you wanted but I loved this request anyways!

tommy gets invited to join the 118 for lunch during their shift, once bobby is bac ofc, and he gets there while buck and bobby are prepping the food so he gets a chance to chat with the rest of the 118

sweet moments of buck looking at tommy being apart of his family and bobby nudging him cause he's about to burn something, chuckling as buck scrambles and the others look over to see what it's all about, they tease each other as usual. chim, hen and eddie pull tommy into the teasing as well and just overall a wholesome moment, we see buck and tommy grinning at each other

once the food is done they start carrying all the plates to the table and people are starting to sit down when buck and tommy reach for the same chair (oh you know the invisible string of it all) and chim sees this happen and laughs at them going "right that was tommy's spot!" hen teases them to get another chair when she sees the look on their faces as they actually contemplate the situation, cause these chairs are not made for two men built like them to share (who in whose lap tho?)