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A Chaotic Start (Jacob Black x Female!Reader)

A/N: So this was a request from @/JulzLovDraco4Eva on wattpad! I loved writing it but sorry for the wait I had some things to do lol. Hope this is what you wanted!

Warnings: Being hurt, blood, angst but a lot of fluff as well.

Word Count: 1678

I had known Jacob Black for as long as I could remember. Growing up in Forks, we were part of the same community. I had always known about the Quileute legends and was aware that Jacob was a werewolf. I had also known about the existence of vampires since I was a child, thanks to my parents' fascination with the supernatural. However, I never expected to be caught up in their world until I met Jacob.

Jacob was really protective around me from the moment we met. He would get all defensive if I was anywhere near Paul or any of the other Werewolves. I found it cute though. I loved how he would step in front of me when Paul was getting too close, or whenever one of the Werewolves would talk to me in an aggressive tone.

Edward, Jacob, Bella and I were hanging out after school at the Cullen's house. Edward and Jacob were sitting across the room talking. I couldn't help noticing Jacob taking glances at me throughout the conversation he was having. I wondered if he was talking about me. Only good things I hoped. He was quite beautiful wasn't he? His hair looked so great after he cut it. Not that it didn't look good before of course.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Bella came back from the toilet. I smiled at her as she sat down beside me.

"Don't you think Jacob's hair looks great?" I said, still staring at him. Quite creepy actually.

"It does," Bella said plainly, "I have noticed he is really protective around you. What's that all about?" She asked, which made me turn my head finally. I see the wicked smile on her face and I blush slightly.

"Yeah, it is so cute. I love the way he protects me around the other werewolves." I looked down at my hands smiling a little. The blush that was spreading across my cheeks intensed. There is a lingering silence between us before Bella continues.

"I think he might have a crush on you," She said and I looked up at her yet again, "Look at the way he keeps looking at you. It's pure desire."

I now looked at Jacob and I kinda saw what she was talking about, but again that could just be me dreaming. I have had a crush on him for many years so I couldn't really trust myself with those things.

"I think you do too." Bella then said. I didn't bother looking up, exposing my red cheeks.

I then stood walking towards Jacob. When he looked my way once again and saw me coming my heartbeat rose. Was this really happening?

"Hey, Jacob, can we chat? Alone." I asked him, nerves building up. He nodded slowly standing up, still looking at me weirdly. Once we were both outside of the house where no others can eavesdrop I turned around looking at him. I saw how his eyes flickered around the area checking for possible threats while also trying to catch a glimpse of my face. Finally he focused on my eyes. I felt my breath hitch as he took a small step closer to me which caused me to take another step back.

"So..." He started breaking the tension, "What did you wanna talk about?" He asked in that adorable low voice of his. My heart fluttered a bit. I liked his deep voice. Why hadn't I ever told him that? Wait, why would I? That's when I realized I had just been staring at him. I looked away and cleared my throat feeling the blush creep onto my cheeks once again.

"Umm...well...you see..." My words trailed off for some reason. How come I couldn't even form sentences? "Well...ummm..." I began muttering again. Jacob gave a small amused laugh. I could tell by the way his shoulders quivered that he was struggling not to laugh out loud. It was nice seeing him like this.

"You're adorable when you're nervous." He smirked. I blushed harder. I definitely saw that because I noticed the tip of his ears turning slightly pink too. I tried to calm myself down as he continued chuckling lightly.

"Now, spill." He said as he put his hands on his hips. A habit of his when he's nervous. That is one more thing I find absolutely adorable about him.

"Um...well..." I began again, "There's something I've wanted to say. I really like you- I have for a while now. I like the way you are protective around me and your adorable laugh and I just appreciate you so much."

I looked nervously up at Jacob and his eyes seemed to shine in a new way. His lips curled up into a smile and I smiled again trying to calm my nerves.

"I like you too."

That single sentence was enough for me to let out a sigh. Before I could think of anything but my love for him I felt our lips crash together. His soft lips on mine was everything I had been longing for the past years and now having him close to me is surreal. We part our lips and he holds me close.

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" Jacob mumbled into my hair. I looked up at him.

"Yes!" I said excitedly with a little laugh following up.

"What about we have a picnic in the forest sometime later today?" Jacob asked as we were on our way into the house again. I smile looking up at my now boyfriend.

"I would love to." With his arm around my shoulders I leaned into his touch.

~Timeskip~

Jacob and I were walking through the forest just talking. We found a nice spot and laid down the picnic blanket we brought with us sitting down next to each other.

The sun was setting so it was getting dark quickly. My head was laying on his shoulder as he was leaning back on his hands. The sky was full of stars. There weren't any clouds or rain so the moon would soon be shining brightly.

He reached his hand out towards me and I grabbed it, lacing our fingers together. I smiled and looked over at him smiling back.

"You know you're the only guy that I've met that makes me feel butterflies in my stomach." I said looking back up at the sky. He squeezed my hand softly.

"No one else makes me this happy." I continued looking into his eyes. "You always make me smile no matter what I do. You're amazing, Jacob."

I paused for a second, "I love you."

"You really mean that?" He asked, I looked down blushing but nodded, "I love you too, Y/n"

We both fell silent for several minutes just holding each other's hand and staring at the night sky. I felt warm and content with how we were right now. It seemed we could stay like this forever just holding hands and looking at the stars forever. I looked back at Jacob smiling at him.

"Can I kiss you?" I whispered. He gently nodded and kissed me. Our lips brushed against each others as we kissed. A sharp pain shot through my body making me break the kiss and letting out a pained cry as I fell down on my back. Jacob looked at me with concerned eyes yet it was those protective eyes I knew all too well.

Looking around I saw Paul in his werewolf form and Jacob transforming. I felt myself lying in a pool of my own blood and I knew that I wasn't gonna make it. At least I got to tell him how much I loved him.

~Timeskip~

My eyelids felt heavy, but I opened them anyways. A bright light blinded my vision making me squint my eyes and take a hand to my face blocking out the light. Three blurry silhouettes were surrounding me.

"She's waking up!" I hear Bella's voice. It brings me some sort of calmness to know that she's here with me. She was always there for me when I needed her. I took down my arm again getting used to the light and I looked around my surroundings trying to focus but it was difficult as everything was blurry. I felt a hand hold onto my other hand stroking soothingly on the top of my hand with the thumb. I looked to see the person holding onto my hand and I saw my boyfriend Jacob.

I tried to sit up but as I do pain shoots through my body making me gasp. I laid down yet again looking down to see my waist being bandaged up.

"Paul bit you back in the forest. That means you may be turning into a Werewolf." Jacob said and I could clearly hear the hurt in his voice as if he thought it was his fault. I didn't blame him at all though. I am alive and that's what matters.

"We are really sorry, Y/n." Bella said refering to her and Edward. She walked closer to me and held onto my other hand. I smiled at her, brightly. I didn't mind. Not at all.

"You don't need to apologize." I said smiling wider. This just made me able to connect with Jacob on a deeper level. Bella was now smiling slightly too.

"You can always come to me, remember that. Edward and I are here for you too." She said, "But I think you better have some time alone with Jacob." She winked as she left together with Edward. When they closed the door looked over at Jacob again with a smile on my face.

"Would you like to move in with me?" Jacob asked, grinning down at me. I was washed over with joy that I would be able to live with my boyfriend.

"Yes!" I yelled, my smile widening. Jacob leaned down and we shared a romantic kiss celebrating our new chaotic relationship. This was a new opening with the man I love.

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What I wouldn’t do to be there. LOOKS SO FUN

THE HOBBIT, Production Diary + best moments

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Ears Of The Elven (Legolas x Human!Afab!Reader)

A/N: So I had this idea... and I needed to write it out so here it is! I love the sensitive elf ear trope so I of course had to write one too. For the “Afab Reader” that is because there is no mention of gender other than the reader being born female so if you’re transmasc that would work too. Anyways hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut/Lemon (18+), Sex.

Word Count: 1089

Extra: There is some sindarin in this chapter so this is the translation of it; Meleth: Love. Meleth Nin: My Love

Legolas was laying in his bed peacefully slipping away into his dreamland. That was till his eyes snapped open as he felt a finger delicately run over the shell of his ear. A rush of pleasure went through his body and he let a shaky breath out.

"Aragorn wasn't joking." I said, in awe. Legolas and I had been dating for around a year or so and being in this position with me currently holding the most sensitive part of the elves body was something Legolas definitely hadn’t thought would happen. I was sitting next to him keeping a firm yet light grip on his ear.

"Quite sensitive?" I leaned down to whisper into his ear, my warm breath sending sparks up and down his spine causing him to shudder. Legolas raised his eyes to glare at me, his sharp gaze looking directly into my soul. My grin grew wider.

"Let… GO." He growled, trying hard to ignore the feather light finger strokes on his ear and how they were affecting him.

"Hmmm… No." I grinned again, reaching across his head to stroke his left ear. The result left Legolas squirming and breathless. The sight of the extremely horny elf next to me was enough for my heart to skip a couple beats. I wondered how it was to have such sensitive ears.

I continued teasing Legolas's ear lobe before leaning down to press gentle kisses all around his earlobe. Every time my lips touched Legolas's sensitive skin it tingled from head to toe, making goosebumps spread across his arms and legs. His heart rate increased dramatically as I moved lower down his body, kissing him along every inch of the way. When I reached the base of his neck Legolas arched into my touch, letting out a moan. I smiled against his throat and slowly began trailing kisses back up his jawline.

When I got there Legolas opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by another groan coming all the way from the back of his throat. I smirked against the side of his face before licking all the way up his long pointy ear, enjoying his gasps and moans.

"Y/n…" Legolas begged, his voice deeper than normally, taking shallow breaths from the pleasure. I hear the warning in his voice but that doesn't stop me. I swing my leg over his chest, securing him under me.

"Gotta say please, Lassy." I chuckled softly and ran my left hand down the side of his torso still keeping my other hand occupied at his ear. I knew the elves didn't like losing control over themselves as it is what elves pride themselves on.

I grinned darkly as my finger reached the tip of Legolas's ear, pinching it lightly earning myself a groan from Legolas. He felt his control snap... thread... by... thread. I hadn't made him lose control even once while we had been together. But if the stories Aragorn had told me about Arwen were anything to go by it could be an interesting night.

I took my hand off of his ear and trailed it down his chest, teasing his waistband. With a flick of my wrist my fingers unfastened it and pulled it over Legolas's hips before slipping his pants down. My hands found his shaft making him twitch. I lowered my head and licked along his length groaning against it and that was enough to make him explode right then and there.

He flung himself up and secured both my hands in a firm grip above my head, him leaning over me.

"If you do that one more time I'm gonna-" He was cut off by a loud moan escaping my throat as I arched my back letting the night shirt I had on fall exposing my breasts. His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated and he lustfully looked down at me.

Before I could react, he thrusted his cock into my warm core repeatedly, kissing and nippling the skin of my breasts. The pleasure was almost overwhelming but just barely, so I grabbed onto Legolas's shoulder to steady myself as I arched my back even more in pleasure. He grunted as he fucked me hard but with pure desire, my pussy fluttering around him.

He reached his hand down and circled my clit, letting small bits of pleasure seep through me. Legolas now kissed my neck, his tongue licking out over my pulse. Legolas’ fingers worked wonders over my clit as he throbbed within me. Legolas took a glance at me and he could see the pleasure trickling into my eyes as he rocked his cock into me.

“Legolas!” I moaned, my head falling back onto the bed. My cunt tightened and wetness flooded around Legolas’ cock.

“Legolas, oh, right there,” I moaned as he fucked into me a bit faster. His thrusts were rough and hard, his nails biting into my thighs gently as he grabbed my legs, spreading me wider so he could get deeper.

Legolas was bringing me so much pleasure that I couldn’t think of any words other than his name. I babbled it, along with a few expletives, about how much I wanted his cock, how I needed him, and eventually, how badly I needed to cum.

Legolas wasn’t far behind me. He wanted to sink himself so deeply into my body that he could never find the way out. Legolas released one of my thighs and pinched my clit. He rubbed it furiously, daring me to cum. His eyes were wild as he stared down at me, beautiful, throaty groans escaping his body.

“Cum for me, gorgeous. Show your prince how good you feel. Cum all over my cock, meleth.” Legolas grunted. He tapped my clit quickly, and with a shout of his name, I came all over him. My body writhed with pleasure as whiteness blinded me. His name fell from my lips, and as he heard me cry out for him, Legolas came inside of me. He filled me with his cum, pumping himself slowly inside of me.

I couldn't get enough of Legolas. I never wanted to leave him.

We both collapsed next to each other, panting heavily as our breathing calmed.

"I love you," Legolas groaned, rolling us around to make himself comfortable spooning me, "Please never leave me." The plea was laced with love and longing and I turned around in his arms. I kissed his forehead gently.

"Of course, meleth nin." I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm never leaving you."

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Stark Party (Loki x Trans!Male!Reader)

A/N: Here we got some Loki x Trans!Male!Reader content. Enjoy!

Warnings: Gender dysphoria, misgendering.

Word Count: 1273

“Y/n, are you in there?” I hear Natasha’s voice from outside my bathroom. I hesitate a bit as I walk out of the shower.

“Yes! I just finished bathing. I'll be out in a second.” I quickly dry myself and put on the clothes I had taken with me into the bathroom, which is a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. 

As I walk out of the bathroom still drying my hair I see Natasha standing in a beautiful maroon dress all done for the party Tony is having. 

“Looks like you're trying to impress someone?” I say with a smirk knowing the feelings Natasha has had for Maria the last half a year. She blushes a little looking down before stretching out her arm in the direction of my closet suggesting that I should find an outfit and take it on. I walk in the direction of the closet trying to decide in my head what colors I was going for.

As I walk into my walk-in closet I look around at the clothes trying to decide what it was gonna be this time. I think back to the first party with the Avengers. I had chosen to wear a suit mostly dark green and black, Loki’s colors. It was not even thought through but I had liked the extra attention and compliments from Loki when it came to my outfit and the color scheme.

Snapping out of my thoughts I decide that I’ll go for the dark green theme again, maybe even taking on some gold as well. Taking on the chosen green casual suit set I look in the mirror walking out of the closet to Natasha refreshening her red lipstick.

She looks at me in the mirror, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. She turns around quickly, being done with the lipstick. Smirking, she says, “Well I’m not the only one that’s onto something.” I blush and look down, knowing exactly what she’s talking about. 

She grabs a hold of my arm pulling me in the direction of the makeup-station she had created while I was changing clothes. Natasha starts applying makeup on my face.

I never have had a good relationship with makeup as it makes me dysphoric quite easily and also brings back traumas from my hyper feminizing eras. Don’t get me wrong I love makeup and dresses and all that stuff but it is not just make up or dresses in the eyes of trans people. At least not while feeling masculine. It holds much more trauma than I wish it did because when I look at Loki rocking eyeliner in a masc way I will try eyeliner myself but looking at the reflection I will just be seeing the girl I have tried hard to get out of my life.

“And~ done!” I nervously open my eyes looking at the reflection afraid I might look at the girl I hate but I look at my reflection and for the first time in so long I feel comfortable with makeup on. The sight is a lot to me and I sigh in relief of the handsome boy staring back.

Natasha noticed my sudden change in body language and smiled knowing she did a good job. I stare at the reflection not wanting to look away and just take in every inch of the boy staring back. I force my eyes to look up at Nat.

“Thanks… I should have asked you to do my make up long ago!” I say smiling, catching myself starting to tear up. Nat just nods slowly with a smile upon her lips. I turn around in the chair standing up readying myself mentally for the party.

“Would you be a gentleman and lead me to the party?” Nat asks with a smirk tilting her head slightly to the side. Gentleman. I smile and take her arm in mine walking out of my room and down the long hallway in the direction of the elevator. 

When we reach the elevator it stops at our floor. As the elevator doors open it reveals Sam and Bucky standing talking probably on the way to find Steve. Walking into the elevator both Sam and Bucky check Nat out Sam of course being the most obvious. 

“Looking good widow.” Sam says with a grin forming on his face as he walks out. Bucky smiles at me on his way out and I smile back awkwardly.

“You look good too buddy.” Bucky says squishing my shoulder.

When the elevator door closes my smile falters a little just for a second but Nat sees it anyway. She smiles at me reassuringly and the elevator goes down.

~Time skip~

On the way to the party after Nat and I got out the elevator we ran into a whole bunch of people. First off we found Thor which really is not hard when he is at least 6’4 and talks very loudly. Then Coulson, Barton and… Fury, which had me questioning a lot. I also spotted Elon Musk over in the corner together with some business people. Then we met Maria and that was when Nat departed from me. I am now sitting alone on one of the bars chairs drinking my well deserved drink. 

This party has already been a total flop for me. Well besides from the acknowledging nod from Loki at the beginning of the party. People have either been ignoring me which I am fine with most of the time but not when it’s my friends, or I have been misgendered. I don’t find myself that feminine. I shouldn’t have put on the make up anyways.

Sitting deep in thought, I don't even realize when Loki takes the seat next to me.

"Hello, Y/n," he says with a small smile.

I turn to him, surprised. "Oh, hi Loki," I say, trying to hide my shock.

"I see you've gone for a green theme tonight," he says, gesturing towards my outfit.

I nod. "Yeah, I guess I have."

Loki leans in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, green is the color of envy."

I raise an eyebrow, not sure where he's going with this. That was definitely not the comment I had thought of when I went with the colors.

"Envy is a powerful emotion, Y/n," he continues, "It can drive a person to do great things, or it can consume them entirely."

I nod slowly, not sure where this is going.

"You seem to be struggling with something," Loki says, his eyes searching mine. "Is it the makeup?"

I hesitate before nodding. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Loki nods understandingly. "I know how that feels. But you should know that makeup doesn't define who you are. You are so much more than just your appearance."

I look at him, surprised by his words. I never thought I would find myself seeking advice from the god of mischief.

Loki continues. "It's okay to experiment and explore different aspects of yourself. But don't let it define you. You are more than just your gender identity."

I nod slowly, taking in his words. "Thank you, Loki. I needed to hear that."

Loki smiles at me before standing up. "I have to go find Thor now. But remember what I said, Y/n. You are more than just your appearance."

As he walks away, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. I take another sip of my drink, feeling a bit better. Maybe this party won't be such a flop after all.

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A Work Of Art (Steve Rogers x Trans!Male!Reader)

A/N: So i actually like this one better than the other Steve Rogers x Trans!Male!Reader I did just yesterday. I loved writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it too!

Warnings: Top surgery scars, little angsty but mostly fluff.

Word Count: 476

I had been looking forward to going to the beach with Steve and the Avengers for weeks. However, as the day drew closer, I found myself becoming more and more anxious at the thought. I had recently undergone top surgery, and while I was thrilled with the results, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the scars that were still healing.

Steve noticed that something was bothering me, and when he asked me about it, I confided in him about my worries. "I just don't want people staring at me or making me feel uncomfortable or different," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Steve's heart ached at the sight of his boyfriend feeling so insecure. He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. "I want to show you something," he said with a small smile.

Steve pulled out a set of watercolor paints and brushes from his bag. "Let me paint on you," he said, gesturing to my torso.

At first, I was hesitant. But as Steve began to paint delicate, swirling patterns on my skin, I found myself relaxing. The brushstrokes were soothing, and the coolness of the paint on my skin was a welcome distraction from my worries.

As Steve worked, he whispered sweet nothings to me. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "Your scars are a part of you, and they make you even more special."

By the time Steve had finished, I was almost in tears. The patterns on my skin were breathtakingly beautiful, and I felt as though I was wearing a work of art.

At the beach, I kept my shirt on at first, but Steve's gentle encouragement and support helped me to shed my insecurities. With the rest of the Avengers cheering me on, I stripped down to my swim trunks and jumped into the water with Steve.

As I swam and played volleyball, I felt more alive than I had in months. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin and the cool water surrounding me, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Throughout the day, Steve's reassuring presence never left my side. He held my hand, whispered sweet nothings into my ear, and even painted on my skin again when the water had washed away the first set of patterns.

As the day drew to a close and the sun began to dip below the horizon, I realized that I had never felt more loved and supported in my life. With Steve and the rest of my friends by my side, I knew that I could face anything that came my way, even my own insecurities.

As we walked back to our car, I leaned into Steve and whispered, "Thank you for today. You are amazing."

Steve squeezed my hand and replied, "Always, my love. Always."

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Masterlist! :)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Loki

Food Fight (Loki x Reader)

Stark Party (Loki x Trans!Male!Reader)

Steve

Movie Marathon At Home (Steve Rogers x Trans!Male!Reader)

A Work Of Art (Steve Rogers x Trans!Male!Reader)

Stucky

A Bad Habit From The 40s (Platonic!Stucky x Reader)

Lord of the Rings

Legolas

Ears Of The Elven (Legolas x Human!Afab!Reader) NSFW

Twilight

Jacob

A Chaotic Start (Jacob Black x Female!Reader)

Other Fandoms

Jack Dawson

A Long Lost Friend (Jack Dawson x Female!Reader)

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Hi! I recently got back into the MCU fandom and was wondering if you still take requests?

If you are, could you do something with Steve Rogers x TransFtM!Reader? Something fluffy

Thank you for your time! 😊

Movie Marathon At Home (Steve Rogers x Trans!Male!Reader)

A/N: Thanks for the request! I loved writing this and hope you enjoy reading it as well. I actually got a few ideas for some fluff I wanted to write with a Trans!Male!Reader x Steve Rogers and therefore I might post another one I am currently working on at some point in the next couple hours or maybe tomorrow :)

Warning: Gender dysphoria, period related things, some angst but mostly fluff.

Word count: 821

I had been dreading this day for a while now. I knew it was coming, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. I felt the all too familiar cramps and knew what that meant. I sighed and looked in the mirror, trying to remind myself that I was still the same person, regardless of what my body was doing. Sometimes it just didn’t feel like it.

I had been dating Steve for a few months now, and he had been nothing but supportive of me. Being transgender Steve knew how I felt on my period. I had always tried to ignore it, but it was hard when it affected my mood and my dysphoria.

Steve knew that I was feeling off today and knew that it would be around this time of the month I would get my period. 

“Hey, love, are you up for the meeting?” Steve calls from the bed sitting up a little straighter. I turned off the light in the bathroom reentering our shared bedroom.

“I don’t know…” I answered hesitatingly. I wanted to say no but I also knew that Steve is one of the leaders of the Avengers and how it would be good that he was there for the meeting. Steve seemed to catch on.

“We are staying in tonight.” Steve decided, standing from the bed and slowly moved towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I knew he wanted to make sure I was okay and that I had everything I needed and I loved him for that. I relax into his touch, feeling some of the tension lessen. 

He moved me towards our bed and laid down on the bed with my head on his chest. Steve had his arm around me, holding me close to him. I rested my head on Steve's chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was soothing and made me feel so much better.

Steve turned on the TV and found one of the Star Wars movies he had enjoyed a lot watching with me after having come back to the present time. 

"I'm sorry," I said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

"For what?" Steve asked, looking down at me.

"For being like this. I know it's stupid," I said, scoffing feeling a little stupid for being so dramatic.

"It's not stupid," Steve said firmly, brushing a hand over my hair, "It's okay to feel this way. Your body doesn't define who you are and when you feel uncomfortable in yourself I am here for you."

I looked up at Steve, feeling grateful for his understanding. "Thank you," I whispered.

Steve leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I love you, Y/n. You're perfect just the way you are."

I felt a surge of emotion in my chest. I had never felt so loved and accepted before. I turned to face Steve and cupped his face in my hands, pressing my lips to Steve's.

We kissed for a few moments, and I felt myself relaxing. Steve's touch always had that effect on me. I felt safe and loved, and nothing else mattered.

After a while, we pulled away, and Steve pulled me close again. We lay there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," I said finally, breaking the silence yet again.

"You don't have to worry about that," Steve said, smiling down at me, "I'm not going anywhere."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me hearing the reassuring words leave his mouth. I knew that Steve was in it for the long haul, but it was always nice to hear him say it anyways.

We continued to lie there for a while longer, just watching the movie and cuddling. My cramps had lessened, and I was feeling way more relaxed than I had just an hour ago.

"I have an idea," Steve said suddenly, sitting up.

"What?" I asked, looking up at him.

"How about we make some popcorn and have a movie marathon?" Steve suggested with a big smile on his face. That smile could never fail to make me smile too.

I smiled. "That sounds perfect."

We got out of bed and made our way to the kitchen. Steve put some popcorn in the microwave while I picked out a few movies.

We settled back in bed with our snacks. Steve was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I was grateful for him every day.

As we watched the movies, Steve kept stealing glances at me. He knew how much I was struggling today, and he just wanted to make me feel better.

After a few hours of going through movies, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Steve noticed and pulled the blankets up around me, tucking me. Steve relaxed and soon fell asleep too.

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A Bad Habit From The 40s (Platonic!Stucky x Reader)

A/N: So this is actually based off of my DR self and something I could see happening in my DR so for some baground Y/n has an expanded time of living just like Thor or Loki and therefore was in WW2 when that happened back in the 1940s. Y/n might be 1000 years old but Y/n still looks like a teenager/young adult.

Warning: Smoking (cigarettes), WW2 (mentioned).

Word count: 413

I leaned against the wall of the Avengers' compound, cigarette in hand, taking a long drag. I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke rise up into the sky. Smoking had been a habit I picked up during the war, and I’d been doing it ever since. I knew it wasn't the healthiest thing to do, but at this point, it was a part of me.

As I stood there, lost in thought, I heard footsteps approaching. It was Bucky, another soldier from the war and someone who had picked up the same habit. We had bonded back in the 40s about lots of things, one of them being our love of smoking.

"Hey," Bucky said, pulling out a cigarette of his own. "Mind if I join you?"

I grinned, holding out my lighter. "Not at all, old man."

We stood there for a while, smoking in comfortable silence. But our peace was short-lived when Steve, also a fellow soldier from the war and the current leader of the Avengers, appeared out of nowhere.

"What are you two doing?" Steve asked, looking disapprovingly at the cigarettes in our hands.

"Smoking," I replied simply.

Steve's expression darkened. "You know better than to smoke. It's not good for you."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I know. But I've been doing it for a long time now, Steve. It's not like I'm going to stop anytime soon."

Steve turned his attention to Bucky. "And what about you, Buck?"

Bucky shrugged. "What Y/n said. We've been doing this for a long time."

Steve sighed. "I just don't like it. Smoking is a bad habit and it's not good for your health."

I raised an eyebrow. "And yet you never say anything to Bucky when he smokes."

"Bucky is a grown man," Steve replied, his tone sharp. "He can make his own decisions."

I scoffed. "I'm an immortal god who has been on this earth for more than a thousand years. I think I can make my own decisions too."

Steve shook his head. "That's not the point, Y/n. I care about your health and I don't want to see you get sick."

I took another drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke in Steve's direction. "Thanks for your concern, Steve. But I think I'll take my chances."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, Bucky following close behind. We both knew that Steve meant well, but we were both adults who could make our own decisions.

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Food Fight (Loki x Reader)

A/N: I have been thinking about writing this for a long time but haven’t had the time to do it but i finally got to finish it!!

Warning: Nudity (non sexual), a little kising but mostly fluff.

Word count: 1728

I open my eyes rolling over looking at the red glowing numbers. 01:55. I groan but get up as I can feel that I aren’t gonna be able to sleep any time soon. My warm feet hit the cold floor of my bedroom as I silently walk to my door. The door handle feels cold against my warm hands as I creak the door open soundlessly. I walk out of my room into the hallway closing the door behind me. My stomach growls eagerly and I sigh. Well, food it is.

I walk to the kitchen opening the fridge to see if there’s anything easy and soundless to make. Well there’s leftover pizza- oh anyways it’s Nat’s pizza, and I am not gonna make the mistake of eating it again. I looked over the food quickly, deciding nothing special was there moving on the cabins. 

Before I get a grip on the handle of the cabin a couple cool hands rest on my waist. I smile to myself as I feel the familiar warm feeling in my stomach.

“Darling, what are you doing up this late?” Loki’s voice is a little raspy but no less soothing. I turn around to face Loki looking up at him as I am standing very close to him. In the dark I am only able to see his silhouette but his presence seems to make my whole body relax even more.

“Couldn’t sleep. Decided to go see if there was any food.” I say, my voice only slightly above a whisper. I relax into Loki placing my head on his chest, sighing. His hands go from my waist and over my shoulders, hugging me.

“You remember the brownie ingredients we bought with Peter earlier this week? How about we bake that?” He mumbles into my soft hair, and pulls away from the hug, letting his hands slide down to my waist again. I smile up at him at the thought of newly baked brownies. 

“Yes! I would love to.” I say slightly more energetic than last time I spoke. Brownies would make anybody less tired. Loki chuckles slightly at my outburst but proceeds to find the ingredients. Meanwhile I get two bowls and find the recipe we found on google the other day.

“Okay so this recipe says we should start with mixing the wet and dry ingredients in two different bowls,” I say gesturing to the two bowls I have just placed on the table, “I’ll take the dry and you’ll take the wet?” Loki nods, moving over to the larger bowl.

I pour sugar, flour, cocoa powder, powdered sugar, chocolate chips, and a little bit of salt. I mix the dry ingredients and Loki comes over and I take my bowl, pouring the dry ingredients into his bowl with wet ingredients.

As I am mixing in the ingredients together a big cloud of flour comes over me. I shriek at the sudden flour explosion. Loki bursts out laughing and I turn to see him standing with the flourbag in his hands and flour all over his right hand. I open my mouth in offense and put my hand on my chest as if I were taken aback, but before I get to say anything Loki digs his fingers into the flour once more, splattering it on me again.

That is the last straw for me and I pick up the cocoa powder and throw a hand full onto Loki. His face lights up in surprise at my suddenness and he flinches covering his face with his hands spilling loads of flour on the ground. At that we both start laughing hysterically. 

We both take handfuls of flour and cocoa powder getting ready to fire at the other. Right before he throws the flour at me I go to hide behind the counter making him miss me. I hear a muffled “Helvíti!” making me giggle. When Loki rounds the corner of the island counter I throw a surprise shot at him making him shriek before throwing loads of flour at me who is on the ground laughing.

“I give up! I give up!” I yell through my giggles making Loki stop the throwing, squatting down to me sitting lightly on top of my stomach. He wipes my mouth for flour and leans down, kissing me lightly. I relax at the touch of his lips and my hands land in his hair, combing it as our kiss deepens. When our lips part we both catch our breath and I feel a smile creep onto my lips.

“We should finish the brownies.” Loki says sitting down next to me. I sit up slowly with a sigh. 

“Yeah, we should.” I just answer. Loki gets up on his feet stretching his hands for me to take. I get up and we both go over to the brownie dough. I find a big pan for the dough while Loki turns on the oven to make it ready. The dough gets into the pan and we set it into the oven.

After I set a timer for the brownies, Loki and I just look at each other. Our hair is messy with both flour and cocoa powder in it and our clothes are covered in the ingredients as well. I giggle a little walking over to Loki wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Should we take a bath? I don’t think I can go a minute more with cocoa powder in my hair.” Loki says with a smile looking down at me. Not looking back I nod and he pulls back and takes my hand in his.

We walk down the hallway till we reach Loki’s room. As we enter the familiar scent comes over me and I take a deep breath relaxing. Loki leads me to the bathroom, closing the door behind us when we walk in. We get the water running and we both get undressed ready for the bath. 

“You first, my love.” Loki says gesturing to the big bathtub. I get into the hot water exhaling at the touch of the water. Loki folds the dirty clothes together, putting it into his laundry basket before getting into the tub with me. After getting all the way into the tub he starts moving over to me sitting himself behind me hugging my naked body. I lean into him feeling more relaxed than ever with Loki planting soft kisses on my jaw and neck. The butterflies in my stomach are going wild as I turn my head kissing Loki’s soft, perfect lips once again. God I’m lucky to have this magnificent person as my lover. 

We sit like that with Loki holding me for a little while till we remember we have to be quick with the brownies being in the oven and all. It seems we both remembered at the same time because just a moment later Loki stretched his arm over the edge of the tub grabbing the shampoo.

“May I have the honor of washing your hair?” Loki asks teasingly, making us both laugh a little. I nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than getting all the flour out of my hair. He starts massaging my scalp getting the shampoo into my hair. After that he washes it out, making sure there is no trace of flour left in my hair. We switch and I wash his hair.

We get out of the tub not long after Loki grabs two towels, throwing one at me which I catch easily. We get dry and it then hits me that I don’t have any of my own clothes with me. 

Loki seems to catch up with my thought process letting out a small “Ahh!” before disappearing out of the bathroom, while I take on my underwear. He returns with a handful of clothes, throwing them on the closed toilet seat. He hands me one of the many Thor t-shirts Thor has given him after he came to Earth to live here. I let out a little giggle at the memories of Thor’s puppy-like body language everytime he sees his beloved hammer on a shirt and how he will always scream “See! Y/n! There, Mjölnir on a shirt!” everytime.

We take on our matching pajama pants and I take on the Thor t-shirt, while Loki takes on a t-shirt with his helmet on, or well the t-shirt I gave him a few months back before we even started dating. My phone starts beeping from Loki’s room and I look up at Loki with a grin knowing the delicious snacks are ready at this very moment. I jump out of the bathroom excitedly earning a laugh from Loki.

We walk out of his room and back to the Kitchen which smells purely of brownies. I run over to the oven like any other child would have done looking through the glass “window” of the oven. They look done.

Loki has taken the pot holders on ready to take the brownies out. I open the oven for him, letting him take the pan out. He sets it on the counter next to the stove and I get a knife ready to cut it in pieces. I cut the brownies and I take up a piece for Loki, handing it to him.

“Here you go, my love.” I say as he takes it. I take a piece for myself as well and we both take a bite and as always it is amazing. Never disappoint. We eat a couple pieces more each when I suddenly feel a wave of tiredness come over me. Loki notices my change in body language and starts cleaning up after we have eaten and puts the brownies into the fridge of course remembering to leave a note close to it so there will be something when we wake up. The Avengers are brutal when it comes to food.

Loki comes over picking up my half asleep form from the chair I have sat myself on while he was packing down the brownies. He lifts me to his room laying me on his bed putting the covers over me and lays down next to me.

“I love you Y/n.” Loki whispers, kissing my forehead, making me snuggle into him even more. Like that we both fall asleep in each other's arms.

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THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST TRANS!MALE MARVEL FANFICS I’VE READ OMGG

Things are Different on Asgard

Platonic! Thor X Trans!Male!Reader

Homophobes and transphobes will be blocked, just a psa.

I’m a cis female but I wrote this for a friend. That said, this deals heavily with binding which I’ve never personally done. I did research but I completely understand that I may have flubbed some aspect of it. If so, please tell me so that I can fix it as soon as possible and remedy it in future writings. 

Featuring genderfluid Loki because he’s canonically genderfluid and pansexual.

Also AU where everything is happy and we’re completely ignoring Infinity War.

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This is absoloutly amazing SO SAD but amazing wooow

Hush Now [Aragorn X Reader]

A.N: So I cut the request a little short as it was pretty long but I think I still fullfilled what was asked for the most part. Additionally, read the warnings before reading. Also, if you ever need help or are in a rough spot, please reach out.

Request: Anon — Would you be comfortable writing a comfort fic with Aragorn and reader? (obviously don’t write this if you’re not in the mental capacity to do so!!! Your health and happiness come first and foremost.) Reader is, in general, recovering from anorexia, alcoholism, suicidal ideation, self-injury, and PTSD. Maybe she’s in the thick of all this and Aragorn starts picking up on the fact she’s not eating, she’s cutting, and that she’s planning to kill herself? Idk. I’m just in a rough spot and could use some comfort fic if you’ve got the time/energy/etc.

Pairing: Aragon X Reader

Summary: Reader is struggling a lot and Aragorn notices.

Word Count: 990

Warnings: suicidal ideation, self-harm, eating disorder, ptsd, fluff

MASTERLIST | AO3

…..read the warnings before reading…..

Being a ranger of middle earth meant that you had clearly seen some shit. There is no other word for it—just: shit. And, quite frankly, (Y/N) would be lying if she said that it didn’t affect her. Every time she closed her eyes, the horrified chill of what she had witnessed and been through engulfed her—taking over her life one aspect at a time. It consumed her every being—every second, every minute, every hour. Every face she couldn’t save, every soul she couldn’t rescue, every being she could not forget—it haunted her.

If they didn’t get to live, why should should she?

Why should she survive when they didn’t?

It plagued her.

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Request rules!! :)

Let me be honest here I don’t really have any limits when it comes to the different types of fanfics. I gladly write smut, angst, fluff, lemon, and well basically anything. I do write things containing sex, self harm, abuse, rape, and other things (with tw ofc!!). Got no limits there!!

There are some things I will not write tho which are pedophelia, student x professor, relative x relative (not adopted either!), and possibly more! I will tell if there are other things I won’t write :)

PLEASE REQUEST!! DON’T BE SHYYY <3

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Amin Delotha Lle

A/N: This is a poem written in the sindar elvish language by Tolkien. I have written this poem myself with help from different websides but I am of course not 100% sure everything is right but you know i tried my best :)

Warning: None

Elvish (Sindarin):

“Amin delotha lle” e pêd.

I nîr dannant o hen nin,

A agar limba an i dalaf.

Ú i caran siriol,

Ach il meleth nin an ten,

Di alnad lefn ach morn torech mi hún nin,

Madol nin o ne nin.

Translation (English):

"I hate you” he says.

A tear falls from my eye,

And the words cut into my heart.

Blood drops to the floor.

Not the red liquid,

But all my love for him,

With nothing left behind but a black gap in my heart,

Eating me from the inside.

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A Long Lost Friend (Jack Dawson x Female!Reader)

A/N: So this is my first fanfic. My friend actually told me to make it lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Warning: None

Word count: 1785

I am walking along the sidewalk with my two suitcases one in each hand. I am on my way to the big ship I luckily got a ticket for. I am the only one of my family that got a ticket as they were very hard to get. 

My family aren’t rich but aren’t poor either so I didn’t get first class and neither third but second which I am very happy with. It is very exciting just being able to sail with the new and famous ship Titanic.

I have a wide smile on as I walk around the corner to see the big ship. I stop and enjoy the view of the big ship. It is even bigger than I imagined! 

There are a lot of people as well. Many on their way aboard the ship and even more people saying their goodbyes to their friends and family

I run towards the ship to stand in line with all the poor getting checked for things they shall not take onboard the ship. 

One of the security guards comes up to me and looks at me with a dirty look. I suppose it is my clothes as I am wearing some rather male like clothes and girls like me should just wear dresses and skirts and not dirty pants and shirts. He has on a white suit with a matching white breton hat and brown slicked back hair.

“Miss I will need to check your suitcases,” He says, with a bit of a rude tone, towering over me. I hesitate for a moment but give him the suitcases. He opens the first looking into my eyes. He looks through it and picks up a little brown sack. He looks at me again and raises an eyebrow and I stare back at him making him continue. He ties the bow I had made open and takes out a little light blue stone I have spent much time looking at the last year.

“And this may be…?” He asks, looking down at me. “It is an angelite, sir. A crystal,” I answer his question, being curious if he is gonna steal it. He nods, frowning and putting the stone down in the sack slowly. He ties it again and hands me my suitcase again. He checks the other one too and quickly closes it again. “You can go onboard now, miss.”

I walk away in the way of the ramp going from the ground to the ship. As a second class on the ship I am one of the few that get to go with the first class on their ramp. I walk up on the ramp primarily made of metal and wood. In front of me is a rich family, probably first class. I can see it on their fancy dresses and suits and all their luggage. 

The woman furthest away from me has on a bottle green dress and a hat with a print on looking like a weird combination of wood, spruce cones and wihte spots with a dog on a leash. Behind the woman are there a man and woman walking next to each other. I assume they are together but it is hard to tell as they are about 3 meters away.

I don’t think much more about it as I reach the top. One of the servants welcomes me as I get onto the ship. I nod my thanks and quickly go to the deck to be with the rest of the passengers waving. I get to the top and go over to the crowded taffrail. Or I try because as I am on my way over to the rail a guy runs into me.

“I’m sorry ma’am!” The guy says and runs away with his friend. I recognize his voice immediately as my old friend Jack Dawson. I look after him and is about to call after him but it is too late and he is gone.

*Time skip bc I am lazy*

I walk down the hallway of the second class. In the hallway there could be three people walking next to each other at the same time which surprises me a lot. I am one of the first to get down from the deck as I don’t have anyone to wave to. 

On the floor there is a red carpet stretching all the way down the hallway and only about 10 centimeters on each side of the carpet can you see the dark wooden floor. The walls are white and smooth and between each door there is a little lamp hanging on the wall lighting up the corridor. 

I reach my room and unlock the door stepping in. I close the door again, turning around to a very pretty room. There is a twin sized bed in the left corner, a little dressing table next to the bed with a mirror above and a chair, a wardrobe just to the right when you step into the room and a little coffee table made of wood with an armchair. 

I look around the room in awe. I didn’t think it would be this pretty.

I open one of my suitcases seeing the brown sack on top of all my other things. I untie the bow and pours the little stone out in my hand. It is cold and as pretty as the first time I saw it.

“You have beautiful eyes,” Jack says and I look up from the book I was reading. We are sitting in a bar. Actually the place we first met. “Thank you,” I say, closing the book and placing it on the table.

“Yours are too,” I smile.

Jack takes a sip of his beer still looking into my eyes. Jack’s light blue eyes shine in the light of the lamp over us and I feel my heartbeat speed up. I break eye contact and look out of the window to see that it is already dark. I then get an amazing idea and look back at Jack who has turned his look away as well as me.

“Jack, I have an idea!” I say rather loudly. He turns his head to me again and frowns, “What? What’s your idea, Y/n?”

“You’ll see,” I say, smirking. I stand up putting my book in my old hobo style bag and reach out my hand for him to take. He hesitates but takes it still confused. I pull him towards the door hard, making him shriek.

I run towards a little crystal shop I have walked past many times before still holding Jack’s hand. We walk inside and start looking around after something that would match my desires. 

“What are we doing here? You know I don’t have much money,” Jack says sadly. I roll my eyes, continuing to look through all the beautiful stones. 

Then a light blue stone catches my eyes. That’s perfect! Just what I am looking for. ‘Angelite’ the paper before it says. I smile to myself and pick it up holding it up to Jack’s eye comparing them. 

“What are you doing Y/n,” Jack almost whispers, smiling. “Buying this crystal. It looks exactly like your eye,” I say in awe, “Find one that looks like mine!” I say loudly.

Jack's face saddens but he does as I say. He finally finds a E/C crystal and I smile widely but he looks down, “Y/n I don’t have money I’m sorry,” Jack whispers when I am on my way over to the little old woman owning the shop. I laugh a bit, making Jack confused.

“I can pay,” I say smiling. I can see Jack about to refuse so I cut in “I insist.”

Jack nod and I pay. I give Jack the E/C stone and he smiles. “Thank you. I will never forget.”

I smile at the memory but put the stone in the sack again and put it in my pocket.

After unpacking my suitcases I decide that fresh air would be nice. I walk out of my door down the corridor and up a staircase that leads to the deck. On the deck there are very crowded and it takes me some time to fight my way to the taffrail. 

I stop at the rail and lean a bit over to get air. The breeze plays with my H/C H/L hair and I close my eyes. I stand there for some time but eventually open my eyes. 

I look to the side seeing a guy drawing. I look closely at it. It is a little girl and her dad looking over the ocean. I know the artstyle quite well. I then look at the artist of the drawing. 

Jack. Jack Dawson.

I feel my heart sink and I let out a sigh of happiness. That makes Jack’s head turn to look in the direction of the sound. His eyes widen as I sit down and hug him. He lets out a laugh.

“Y/n!” He yells happily. I smile with tears in my eyes. The friend I haven’t seen in 1 year is sitting right next to me.

“I have missed you so much,” I whisper when I hold his shoulders in a tight grip. He smiles as I look into his perfect blue eyes. I then remember the exact thing that is in my pocket.

I quickly find the sack and unties it and takes out the stone. I take it up to his eyes like the time we bought it. 

“You have beautiful eyes,” I sigh as a tear of happiness rolls down my cheek. He finds a dark purple sack from his pocket which I recognize. He takes out the smooth E/C stone taking it to my eyes as well.

“This is the only thing I really own. I could have sold this long ago and gotten the money I needed but I never did,” He admits quietly, admiring the stone, “I could never make myself do it.”

I sit down next to him and we talk about all the things we have experienced while we weren’t together. He tells me about how he won the Titanic tickets in a poker game and his friend Fabrizio who also is on the ship. 

While telling the story his eyes shine so bright making my stomach clench. I have to bite my lip so as not to smile any more. I can feel my happiness grow every second I am with him. Reuning with my long lost friend is just intense, overwhelming happiness.

Being with him has always made me feel safe. I don’t know… maybe we aren’t just friends…