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Peter Parker - Spiderman 💫

(Oneshot) Sleepover: You and Peter decide it’s time to have your own time together after being apart for so long, so what could go wrong with a simple sleepover?

(Oneshot) Better This Way (NSFW): You were a bad influence on Peter. No what ifs, no buts, it was just the simple truth and you both knew it. But there was something about you that always drew Peter back into your arms, and one day it was going to kill him.

(Imagine) Imagine Peter Sending You Straight To Voicemail

Tony Stark - Iron Man 💫

(Oneshot) Wasn’t Meant To Be (Endgame): The world may have moved on from the snap, but you haven’t. And you’re scared that you never will.

Steve Rogers - Captain America 💫

(Oneshot) 1-800-Call-Me: As a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., you knew you were going to run across at least one Avenger during your work. You just didn’t expect to meet one and get their number all in the same day.

(Short) I’ll Be Your Baby, On A Sunday: Steve pines while the object of his affections (you) remain ultimately clueless to it. Bucky unfortunately has to witness it all. 

(Short) I Pick My Poison (And It’s You): Steve pines 2.0. You are still clueless. 

Natasha Romanoff - Black Widow 💫

(Oneshot) Trust Me (Endgame): There was no way around it. It was either you or Natasha. She didn’t want you to go, and obviously, you didn’t want her to go either. You knew she was as hard-headed as you, so you came up with a plan to get the soul stone, even if you had to lie to Natasha about it.

(Oneshot) Tell Your Baby That I’m Your Baby: Sometimes, Natasha dreams of a man in the shadows. 

Thor Odinson - God Of Thunder 💫

(Oneshot) Love From The Past (Endgame):  Thor, for lack of a better word, hasn’t been handling the past few years well ever since the universe lost to Thanos, his brother Loki, a huge chunk of his Asgardian citizens... And you, his lover. But after 5 years of mourning, he finally gets the chance to see you, even if it was mildly unconventional.

James “Bucky” Barnes - Winter Soldier 💫

(Oneshot) On The Clock!: James is bothered by the fact that he doesn’t know why you’ve got a problem with him. He’s also bothered by the fact that he cares enough to want to know why.

Random💫

Avengers Random Prompts

Disco Dust

Series 💫

Restart Masterlist (Completed/ Discontinued): Dr. Strange said there was only one possibility of winning the battle against Thanos. But when (Name) is forced into the past and into his younger body, he’s suddenly given the chance to start over and prevent the future from happening again. So which route are you going to take? Are you going to risk the future and take preventative measures, or live life with the Avengers for the next 4 years, knowing what will soon come? 

DC Comics 💫

Random Prompts, including Bruce Wayne (Batman), Damien Wayne (Robin), Jon Kent (Superboy), Clark Kent (Superman), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), and Diana Prince (Wonder Woman).

Misc. 💫

Alternative piece to this. I know I’m inactive but I’m going through my drafts and cleaning it up. Here’s some more Steve pining brain rot. Male! Reader as always.

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“It’s cute that you’re sweet on (Name), but you’ll never get anywhere if you don’t tell him.”

Steve looked up from the folder in his hands and glared at Bucky. He didn’t look at him and just sipped on his cup of coffee as he watched the TV.

“Bucky, what will it take for you to drop this? The walls have ears, you know. And it’s- I’m not sweet on (Name), just… We’re just good friends.”

Bucky scoffed. Steve bristled; what was wrong with what he had said? He wasn’t wrong at all; he didn’t have many friends, not as much as Tony or Natasha, but he was more than confident that you were somewhere high among that list. 

“Sure, good friends definitely stare into each other's eyes like they want to jump each other's bones.”

“And good friends sure do cuddle. And ditch dates to hang out with each other. Mhm, good friends.”

“And good friends definitely have secret pictures of each other in their wallets, too.”

Natasha chimed in, footsteps rounded the corner as she strode into the room, still in her workout clothes but without a bead of sweat on her.

Steve visibly perked up.

“He has a picture of me?”

Both Natasha and Bucky shared a withering look.

“Stevie, you have a picture of him, but not me?”

“Hey, no! I do too!”

Steve quickly fished out his wallet and opened it. There was a picture of a really, really cranky-looking Winter Soldier flipping off the camera, hair greasy and a 3-day stubble on his face.

Bucky stilled, looking long and hard at the picture with an indiscernible expression.

With a soft voice, almost like he’d been told that his mother never loved him, he mumbled, “Man, of all the pictures you picked of me, it’s that?”

Natasha ignored James’ new internal struggle and stared pointedly at the blonde.

“Point is, it’s one thing to have a shitty picture of your best friend; it’s even weirder to have a really cute picture of your other best friend hidden underneath it.” 

He coughed, ears tinted an angry red as he mumbled petulantly. The wallet, now in his back pocket, burned as he was reminded of the picture of you, indeed underneath Bucky’s, blowing a kiss at the camera, hair a mess as you had just woken up. 

He doesn’t even question how Natasha knows that as Bucky sputters out a bewildered laugh.

“When you put it that way, of course, it would sound weird.”

Natasha smirked, and Steve’s shoulder immediately tensed, but he ignored it as he continued. 

“W-Well, I just think (Name)’s a real swell fella, alright? Can you really blame a man?”

Even Bucky was smiling and Steve didn’t really know why- until he felt a pair of built arms curl themselves around his neck from behind the couch.

“Aw, Stevens! I think you’re swell too!”

He felt a weight settle onto the top of his head; your chin, he belatedly realizes, but he’s too panicked to really think about it for long.

“(Name)!”

“That’s me, yeah. Hey, cuties.”

“Hey, yourself,” was Bucky’s automatic reply. Natasha rolled her eyes, but there was a fondness lying underneath it that only the Avengers ever got to see. 

You hummed, and God Steve would be lying if he said his heart didn’t stutter as he felt the vibrations from the top of his head. 

“So, what’re we giving Steve shit for today?”

“Language,” Steve weakly protested. You huffed from above him.

“Oh, nothing too bad. Did you know our good Captain has a picture of y-”

Steve knew he’d come to regret it later, but he was thankful for his quick reflexes as he tossed a nearby throw pillow at the brunet to silence him.

Unluckily for him, Bucky has just as much reflex power as the blonde, so he merely dodged the pillow.

Bucky opened his mouth to continue, but Natasha butted in.

“He has a really bad picture of Bucky in his wallet, why don’t you show him, Steve?”

…

“Oh wow. Oh wow. That’s…”

Your eyes were crescent shaped as you fought down a grin. 

“Buck, my man, my guy, you’ve never looked better.”

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(”Oh, but why was my name dragged into this conversation if we were just talking about this sexy pic of the fearsome Winter Soldier?”)

(Ah.)

(You had a tendency to be dense as hell, Steve thinks, but it’s a shame that sometimes your brain cells do actually work- even if it’s against his favor.)

Hello Anon,

I am doing well, I hope the same is for you. I think I am going to retire from writing for Marvel in general, mostly out of a growing disinterest. I will leave up all of my previous works, however.

Happy Holidays,

Vydante.

Writer

Right now, I'm mainly focusing on MARVEL as I'm most familiar with those characters! I've only really done the MCU so far, but I'm definitely interested in the Comic universes/canon (as their character dynamics is so much more different than it is in the MCU).

It was no secret to anyone that Steve had been pining after you for some time now. 

With the constant showering of compliments, occasional gifts and how he always checked up on you first, it was as if he didn't really know how to hide the fact that he was infatuated in you.

He'd always choose the seat next to you in any situation, wrap his arms around your shoulders and pat your thigh, often lingering for a bit longer than necessary. He'd make sure you had eaten already, he'd always offer to spot you at the gym, the list could go on and on.

Around you, it was definitely noticeable how much more happy his demeanor was. He wasn't the most jovial of guys out there, but even a monkey can tell how he laughs and smiles more just by being near you.

So, it's without a doubt that Steve was absolutely smitten by you- everyone knows that by now.

Everyone, except for you.

“If it weren’t for the fact that this is (Name), I’d say that he’s not interested at all.”

Steve, in the midst of cutting up fruits for you, huffs as Bucky passes by him to go to the refrigerator.

"Bucky,” Steve threw him the stank eye. Bucky ignored him, and grabbed a tangerine.

"You’d think he’s stupid, but he’s really just that dense,” Bucky commented, already peeling away at the fruit, “The amount of times I see this idiot get propositioned and think it’s just ‘friendly’ is absolutely insane.”

“Buck...”, Steve huffed, not wanting to hear this kind of talk about a teammate behind their back- especially not if it’s about you. 

Even if Steve himself knew just how thick your skull was.

Steve spoke up, "(Name)’s not stupid or dense,” Bucky snorted under his breath, much to Steve’s chagrin, “He’s just...”

Steve wasn’t sure what word he could possibly use to describe you without giving into Bucky.

“... Special...”

Surely, that was safe, right?

Bucky’s lips curl in a way that Steve recognizes as no-good, and he can see the brunet’s eyes glance at something else. Before Steve could continue to defend your virtue, an all too familiar voice laughs from behind him.

“Damn right I’m special. But I am also stupid and can dance, thank you very much!”

Bucky leans his head back into the refrigerator, an audible thunk! resounding from just how hard he had hit himself as he groaned with frustration. Of course, you were so dense you even misheard the word dense for dance.

“You sure are right about the stupid part.”

“Yep!”, you slid over to Steve’s side, unaware of how suddenly flushed his skin felt, and swiped one of the cut up fruits.

“That was for you anyways,” Steve smiled, chest slightly puffing when he noticed how your smile widened as you chewed on the fruit. He made you smile like that, one that had teeth showing and made your eyes crinkle in a way that made your eyes shine. 

“Careful Steven,” you batted your eyes, “You’re startin’ to looking especially smoochable these days!”

Steve smiled, humored by how much you didn’t realize that was exactly what he was trying to accomplish most of these days. 

You continued to munch on the fruits that Steve continued to cut some more, unaware of how much lighter the blonde felt when he’s next to you. 

Bucky wanted to punch both of these idiots faces in and promptly left when it was clear that neither of them saw anything else other than each other. 

Tell Your Baby That I’m Your Baby

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Winter Soldier! Male! Reader (Romantic)

A/N: this is literally so far from what you asked but I saw the potential for angst and ran with it instead. And I’m not good at sm*t so there’s only hints of it. MILD BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS.\

There are days where Natasha wakes up drenched in sweat, unable to breathe, heart heavy with a feeling she can’t make out just yet. Those days are rare, but they still happen nonetheless, and they leave her shaken for longer than she’s willing to admit.

She isn’t infallible, she knows this, but on those nights, her aching chest serves as a reminder to how human she really is under the exterior she’s carefully manufactured over the years.

Most nights she doesn’t dream. It was always nothingness that greeted her in the night, and she welcomed it wholeheartedly.

But on the rare occasion, when she sleeps, she sees things.

Sometimes she sees blue strands blocking her vision as she rushes up a driveway, a beat but well loved car parked right next to her as she barreled through the door and into open arms, two pairs big, one pair smaller than her own. Other times, she sees a Christmas tree with colorful boxes underneath them. She cheers and laughs with glee, despite knowing that there wasn’t anything inside of them. Those visions are often tinted a warm orange. 

But they only make up a small part of what she normally dreams of. 

Most times, she dreams of a man.

Not if I plug up those ears 👂🚫 consider your hearing privileges ✨taken✨

arghhh i feel so bad that i don’t really have much to offer, considering nothing much has happened, but thank you for the reminders anon <333 it’s been a while since I’ve dranken anything that wasn’t coke or sweet tea, but hey we had Thai hotpot/lau yesterday so that was fun! ... 

but i guess here’s a snippet of one of my drafts (Pietro x Stark! M! Reader) that I probably won’t include since it’s actually kinda long. (don’t think this is what’s gonna happen if I get another ask like this! i’m just... ahhhhhh-)

It’s basically Wanda thinking that you’re a psychopath when you’re really just a weird person. Wanda and Pietro are newly assigned Avengers, Ultron wasn’t because of Tony or Bruce, and it’s all good... except Maximoffs’ parents’ still died from a failed Stark bomb, so hence her bitterness towards the Starks.

ah, the age old question! i am doing soso as always!!!! nothing!!! new!!! (well a lot has happened, but nothing worth noting here)

not much has been happening in the think tank, so no updates there. got the usual drafts sitting in my, well, drafts, collecting dust.

aside from that, i have been sort of getting into invincible as of late! (my heart goes to the entire grayson family (as much as i detest that nolan is an alien colonist, its a cartoon and he is indeed the mega dilf)).

i havent watched it, no no, but i have been watching moments and video essays about it on youtube lol. even that one video of him ranting about lemons. i'm barely tempted to even write for them- barely.

Can you please write fanfics of your prompts list because they all sound so amazing and exciting :D

Ahhh I can’t really promise anything hun 🙈 I do have certain stories in my draft (like the personal assistant prompt for Bruce Wayne, and the pining one for Peter Parker (and I ended up writing the Bucky Barnes one too!)) but there’s no guarantee they’ll see the light anytime soon.

But I’ll give you a lil snippet into the Peter Parker one just to make ya happy 😉 Here’s the prompt just to jog people’s memory:  

(Name) and Peter may go to the same school together, but not once had their paths ever crossed. But that hasn’t stopped Peter from pinning over him. After meeting at the fight at the airport, they suddenly got far closer than they had expected.