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captainsophiestarkreading · 2 years ago

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AHHHHHH OMG I’M DYINGGGGGG THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!

Literally I had butterflies and was smiling like an idiot for basically the whole fic. Loved their mutual realizations and accidental confessions omg! I can’t wait to see what happens next!!!

I Like Your Stupid Face

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: So, maybe it isn’t exactly hatred that the General feels for his new Captain, but in realising that maybe he actually likes you it makes interactions with him very… interesting.

Word Count: 1195 words

The general had been keeping a very close eye on you recently. He had convinced himself that this was to simply catch you out in your lies and prove you were a spy for Ren, but the more he watched you the less he suspected that to be the case. In fact, he had been rather amused to notice, whenever you had any interaction with the Supreme Leader, your smile was flatter, and on more than one occasion he witnessed you rolling your eyes. These small things had a smile tugging at his lips and a strange warmth rolling around in his stomach. Of course, he put these reactions down to Ren failing to gain someone’s respect rather than attributing them to you specifically.

Perhaps Phasma had been correct and the three of you could work together to make things more efficient. Maybe he would treat you with less suspicion and see how you faired with a little more responsibility. Of course, he would simply be testing you, it wasn’t as if he actually trusted you or anything, but you could prove useful.

Over the next few cycles he observed you working with Phasma and as a result he found his gaze landing on you anytime you were near. He assumed this was just a habit he had picked up from monitoring you, it wasn’t like he liked looking at you, wasn’t like seeing your smile had him fighting his own in response. At least he had convinced himself of this until reality hit him square in the face.

General Hux was standing on the bridge, his eyes surveying his minions, all doing his bidding. His arms behind his back, hands clasped and chin up, looking every inch the proud ruler he knew he could become, just as soon as he got rid of that pitiful force user.

“General.” Your voice was soft, like a velvet blanket that he longed to wrap himself in. “I brought you the report you asked for. I know you didn’t want an electronic copy.”

“Thank you, Captain.” He nodded, holding out his hand to receive the file, and then he made the mistake of turning his head to look at you.

Oh no. No.

His eyes met yours and within them he could see a multitude of galaxies, a plethora of futures in which he got to spend his time by your side. Your fingers grazed his as you passed him the file, not breaking eye contact, and he felt a shudder roll through him at your touch. And then, oh then you had smiled directly at him. Your whole face lighting up is if it harnessed the power of a thousand suns. He was vaguely aware of the muscles in his face shifting but had he realised the result of which was a soft, almost dopey smile which made him look several years younger, he would have been completely mortified.

“You’re welcome, Sir.” There was something about the way you said ‘sir’ that had him swallowing thickly, and then you had turned and left, leaving him with nothing more than the ghost of your touch and lingering scent of your perfume.

This was not good. Armitage Hux was not the type of man who would wander around like some lovesick puppy. He wasn’t a man who would pursue someone with flowers and chocolates, or, heaven forbid, poetry! Even if he composed several sonnets and symphonies in his head anytime you were near. And, perhaps, if he was to give you flowers you might smile at him again, it might make you happy and knowing he was the cause of your happiness then maybe- no. No. No, no, no, no. This was not happening. He was not some sap who melted for a pretty face.

The problem was that, no matter how he fought against it, now that he was aware of his attraction to you he had no clue how to act around you. He found himself stumbling over his words, or tripping over himself. Armitage dreaded seeing you, knowing he was only going to make a fool of himself, but he also felt untethered without you near. To make things worse, he was aware that other people had noticed his odd behaviour. How could he command fear and respect if they laughed at him for his foolishness, for how could someone as wonderful as you ever look at him in the same way?

In a perfect world, you would never have wandered into his life, but now you were here and every thought, waking and asleep, was haunted by you. Sitting at his desk, his head resting on the cool surface as he groaned to himself, he was vaguely aware of his door opening and closing. Assuming it was Phasma, he stayed in his current position and sighed.

“Don’t start. I know I am pathetic. I am acutely aware of just how ridiculous I am being, and this is entirely your fault. If you hadn’t pointed out what a good team we could make then I wouldn’t have taken such an intense interest and then I wouldn’t have noticed how clever and funny and beautiful she is and I wouldn’t be reduced to this utter mess. So, as this is your doing, I do not want to hear any snarky comments.” His voice was muffled by the desk but it was obvious from his tone that he was both frustrated and defeated.

“Then I shall keep all snarky comments to a minimum.” You smirked and his head shot up. Jumping to his feet he nearly fell over his chair and internally punched himself for looking anything but polished and professional in front of you.

“I take it you thought I was someone else.” You said softly and he could feel himself melting around the edges, his whole being longing to lean closer to you.

“I would appreciate it if you erased all of this from your memory. I am sorry you had to see that.” He frowned, the tips of his ears heating up with embarrassment and shame.

“Of course, General. Consider it forgotten. I only stopped by to leave these for you to sign.” You placed a small stack of papers on his desk, giving him a shy smile and his heart ached as his attention was drawn to your lips.

You turned to leave, but then paused and faced him once more. Your mouth opened a few times, as if you were deciding if whatever you were about to say was wise and Armitage felt both hope and dread at what those words might be.

“Not to overstep, Sir, but whoever ‘she’ is, who you were talking about, she’s very lucky. You are far from pathetic. You are intelligent and decisive and, if I may offer a personal observation, really rather attractive, especially when you smile. So, maybe don’t give yourself such a hard time about it.” You gave him a gentle smile that held a hint of sadness, and then you were gone before he could process this new information, before he could confess that you were the ‘she’ he had been talking about.

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captainsophiestarkreading · 2 years ago

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Fun start! Lol Hux is going CRAZY 😂 big fan of the “who do you want gone? Ren? It’s usually Ren” interaction too lmao, poor Phasma probably has that conversation a LOT 😂😂 can’t wait to read what comes next!!

I Hate Your Stupid Face

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: A new Captain has joined the crew and they are clever, efficient, easily the most competent member of staff Hux has ever had work for him, and yet he just hates them! Everything about their stupid, clever, efficient, competent face irritates him. But that’s totally normal, right?

Word Count: 1204 words

It took every single bit of will power he had to prevent General Hux from rolling his eyes as you waltzed onto the bridge. His entire body tensed with each jarring clack of your boot heels against the floor, his grip on his data pad increasing to the point where he could easily crack the screen. This desire to lash out anytime you were near had been growing over the past few cycles, pretty much ever since you had taken up your position on the ship and he had been forced to be in close proximity to you.

The problem was, he could find no logical reason to berate you. Your hair was always maintained in the regulation style, your uniform always pressed and smart. You were the epitome of efficiency, and that irritated him. He wanted a reason to cut you to ribbons with his words, an excuse to release all this tension he had bottled up and make you realise that you were nothing, less than nothing. He would rather spend an entire shift in the company of Ren than have to endure five minutes in your presence.

“General.”

He bristled at your voice, it was like nails on a chalkboard, so soft and smooth and deceptive.

“What is it, Captain?” He snapped, his nostrils flaring as he stared straight ahead, taking great care not to glance in your direction, though this did ensure that the scent of your shampoo invaded his senses, sending a shiver through his body.

“You requested me on the bridge?” There was a hint of uncertainty in your voice that caused his lips to slip up into a sardonic smirk.

“Is that a question, Captain? Surely you should be certain of orders before you follow them.” Distain dripped from his every word, and he internally preened at how well he was handling this situation.

“No General. I have a direct order to report to you on the bridge.” You held up your data pad where the order practically screamed at him.

“You are mistaken. I made no such request. Return to your post.” He allowed himself to look at you with a sneer, although when his eyes met yours, he felt that unnerving feeling again, the one he hated almost as much as you. It was as if he was off balance somehow and heat began to rise through him, turning the back of his neck as red as his hair.

You opened your mouth, your brow furrowed slightly, and for a second he thought you might be about to question him, and part of him dared you to do it. If you questioned him, on the bridge, in front of everyone, then he would be well within his rights to publicly humiliate you, to reprimand you with no mercy, to make an example of you.

“I’m sorry, General Hux.” You gave him a curt nod and turned to leave, once again denying him the satisfaction of destroying you and your stupid work ethic that had proven to be quite helpful if he was being honest. But Hux was doing everything he possibly could to refrain from honesty, he would much rather hide in this bubble of denial and pick away until he found enough reason to make you disappear from his life without a trace. Sadly, the universe could never be that great and you refused to provide him with ammunition.

“Ah, Captain, walk with me.” Ren’s modified voice pulled Hux’s attention back to your retreating form. What could Ren want with you? Was he recruiting you? Was he luring you to his side and turning you into a spy to bring Hux down? Had he already successfully done that and now you were feeding him any information that could be used against him? His eyes widened with each new thought, spiraling from anger to apoplectic rage. How dare Ren steal one of his most useful crew members to raise an army against him. Ren would never see how smart you were, how organized and thoughtful with great instincts and foresight. No, Ren would never see your true potential, he would use you as a pawn and throw you into the path of danger to save his own skin. This was unacceptable.

“UNACCEPTABLE!” Hux yelled, causing those around him to flinch at the sudden outburst, his fist clenching at his side. Taking a stuttering breath in an attempt to calm down, he span on his heels and stormed towards his office, his coat billowing behind him at his impressive pace.

“General, I-“ Phasma cut herself off, taking one look at her friend and quickly ensuring his office door was closed before continuing. “What’s happened? You look like a bantha urinated in your tea.”

“I need them gone.” Hux snarled, his face twitching slightly as he tried to contain his temper.

“Dare I ask who? Ren? It’s usually Ren, but it could be any number of underlings who have irritated you in the past few hours.” Phasma sighed as she removed her helmet and dropped to sit in the chair opposite him.

“Why did we even need another Captain? You are perfectly capable. Did Ren appoint her? He did, didn’t he, then he could get information, so he could try and trip me up. Well, I am not falling for that. No. I need them gone.” Hux was practically shaking with anger as he rambled, causing Phasma to raise an eyebrow.

“The appointment was approved by you, Hux. I said we needed to replace Dangir and you found the most promising candidate. Ren had no involvement.” She watched him curiously. Phasma had seen him angry before, seen him incandescent, but this was something else, something new.

“I hate her. I HATE her. I HATE HER! I need her gone. Wiped out. All trace of her existence eliminated.” Hux glowered, madness in his eyes.

“Okay. Yeah. We could do that.” Phasma said carefully, not even daring to blink. “OR, and this is just off the top of my head, you could transfer her? A promotion, perhaps, that way nobody would suspect the depth of your feelings.”

“I do not have ‘feelings’ for her.” He snarled at the mere suggestion.

“Hate is a pretty big feeling, Hux.”

The two sat in silence for a while and slowly Armitage began to feel his anger subsiding.

“Find a replacement and I will find a suitable position for the transfer.”

“Yes, General.” Phasma stood up, looking down at him thoughtfully before putting her helmet back on. “Shame. She is rather good. I trust her more than the rest of them. I had started to believe the three of us could make rather an efficient team.”

He heard the door close as she left, her words running around his mind, mocking him. An efficient team. That might have been possible if he didn’t hate your stupid face so much. Your stupid face and your stupid smile and your stupid laugh and supportiveness and thoughtfulness and just… all of you, you infuriated him. No. Better to give the universe a helping hand and evacuate you from his existence so he could get back to the important job of running everything despite Ren’s best efforts.

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captainsophiestarkreading · 2 years ago

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AHHHHH omg Tori I loved this so much it was so cute!!!! Daniel is one of my ABSOLUTE faves and this was such an adorable fic with him 😍🥰 Seeing Jack in the role of absolute menace in the name of getting his friends together is also my FAVORITE thing lol. Fantastic fic!!!

Could you please do prompt 69 "You do know that we're in public, right?" With Daniel Sousa for spring ficlets?

thank you for the request! i really like this one, and i hope you do too :)

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New Year's Eve

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You tried hard to look anywhere but at Daniel, but so far you were not successful in the slightest. The black suit he was wearing really made it hard for you to stop staring, and it was almost painful to think about the fact that you were hopelessly in love with him and he had no idea. You looked equally dressed up for the occasion, Howard Stark’s yearly New Year’s Eve get together, but in your opinion he was the best dressed one there, and you desperately wished that you could find the courage to admit how you felt about him.

You heard your name, and you turned to see Jack Thompson walking up next to you. “You could be a little less obvious about your crush you know,” he said. “If Sousa doesn’t know how you feel about him by now, then he’s actually the dumbest man on the planet.” Much to your chagrin, both Jack and Peggy had figured out your heightened affections for the chief of the LA SSR, and they were not the type to leave you alone about it. They were thankfully subtle enough that Daniel didn’t notice the teasing, and they always respected your wishes that no one tell him, but you sometimes wished you could go back to pining in complete secret.

“He would never look at me,” you said. The wistful tone your voice took was not something you intended to play up, but there was no taking it back now.

Jack snorted, a gesture that he tried to hide by taking a sip of his whiskey. “I think you’re both oblivious to what’s right in front of you.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “What are you talking about?”

“You really haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what?” now you were really curious. “I swear Jack, if you’re lying to me about this-”

“I’m not, I swear! All I know is that for the amount of time you spend staring at Sousa, you never seem to catch the amount of time that he stares right back.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, genuinely not believing them. You and Daniel were friends, sure, but you had never once gotten the impression that he might be interested in something more, and you were finding it quite hard to believe that he was staring at you. “You’re full of shit.”

“It’s a pity you think so little of me, I think we would have looked good together.”

Before you could get a chance to respond, a new voice cut into the conversation. “Woah woah woah, who’s looking good together?”

You were still trying to collect your thoughts, and Jack recovered first. “Nothing Danny boy, I was just talking to Y/N about how we might make a nice couple.”

“Really? I don’t think so.” You tried your hardest not to read into things too much, but your heart did a backflip when Daniel denied Jack’s little joke.

“Why not Sousa? You interested or something?”

A pink tinge crossed Daniel’s cheeks, and he stuttered out a response. “No, I mean, I just-”

You waited, wondering what he was going to say in response, but Jack spoke first. “Relax, it was just a joke,” he said, winking at you both and downing the rest of his drink, before he walked away without another word.

Daniel still looked a little confused as the two of you watched Jack walk away, and you knew what Thompson was trying to get to happen, and you weren’t happy about it. “Don’t listen to him,” you said, trying not to look too bothered or embarrassed. “I know you’re not interested, he’s just being an ass.”

But what Daniel said next was a complete and utter shock. “Who said anything about me not being interested?”

The words took a moment to register in your brain, and once they did, you still didn’t know what to say. “What?” you said, desperately hoping that you had heard him correctly. “You’re interested in me?”

Daniel’s eyes widened slightly, and he immediately spoke again. “Yeah, and Peggy told me I was being too obvious about it,” he said with a laugh. “But if you’re not okay with it, I-”

You reached down to take his hand. “I am definitely okay with it, I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Oh I was definitely interested.” You were already in the corner of the room, so you didn’t worry too much about being the center of attention as Daniel leaned in a little, stopping when your faces were just inches apart. “Can I kiss you?”

You had just breathed out a quiet “yes” when his lips met yours, and it felt like you were on cloud nine. But your perfect moment was interrupted by the sound of whoops and cheers from your friends in the room. “Hey lovebirds!” Jack said, laughing as he held up his drink in a mock toast. “You do know that we’re in public, right?”

You just rolled your eyes in response, and Daniel laughed. “I don’t care,” he said right before he leaned in to kiss you again.

You kissed many more times after that, and midnight still a long ways away.

- the end -

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captainsophiestarkreading · 2 years ago

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This is SO cute and I loved it so much! It’s exactly the read I needed today 😊 thank you so much for writing it!!

Bradley reacting to you having a bad day would include...

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Category: Would Include…

Summary: How Bradley reacts when you have a bad day.

Warnings: None

- He would notice that something was off from the moment you came home.

- The fact you slammed the door and collapsed on the living room couch probably helped him connect the dots.

- He would lean against the doorway that connects the living room to the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel from where he had been making dinner.

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captainsophiestarkreading · 2 years ago

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AHHH omg Holly this is SO cute!!! I literally MELTED (😉) 🥰😍💗💗💗 it’s short but it gets the relationship across really well and in a really sweet way. BIG fan of the snow puns lmao, there’s SNOW escape for Klaus 😂❤️❤️❤️💗💗

Snow Day

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Desc.: cuddly drabble because I’m quarantined and touch starved oKAY

You always loved winter.

It was calm, quiet, and pretty, sure, but there was more to it than that. It was the snow, always— fluffy white flakes that made the world stop turning for a moment.

When you woke up, you knew it had snowed. You could feel it. Your nose was biting cold, and your toes were practically numb.

As you moved to check the window, to make sure it had snowed, Klaus stirred in the bed.

You pulled back the curtain to reveal a white landscape, with the snow still falling.

“Hey, Klaus,” you whispered. “Wanna go sledding?”

Klaus groaned. “Come back.”

You pouted. “But snow.”

“But cold,” he responded, finally opening his eyes. “We have all day. Just come on, I don’t want you to freeze.”

You laughed. “Freeze?”

He shrugged. “Humans are sensitive to the cold, love.”

You scoffed. Admittedly, you were a little cold, but as always Klaus was being overly dramatic. “I think you’re the cold one.”

He frowned. “(Y/N)...”

You smiled and sighed. “Fine, enough with your begging.”

You crawled back under the covers, into Klaus’s arms. Your nose pressed into the curve of his neck, and your legs entangled with his.

You could practically hear the spoiled smile on his lips. “Thank you.”

You hummed, warm in his arms. “Snow place I’d rather be.”

He chuckled. “How many snow puns am I getting today?”

You considered, a smile on your lips. “There’s snow way to tell.”

Klaus rolled his eyes. “It’s going to be a long day.”

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captainsophiestarkreading · 2 years ago

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Omgggg I’ve never really had a thing for Ice but this DEF changed that lol. Great fic! I loved the relationships between Goose, Mav, and reader too. Also a great reminder of their actual names lol (I ALWAYS forget Goose’s name is Nick). Awesome fic and great writing!!

Nobody But Me - t.k

a/n: i'm not an avid fan of iceman, BUT, this was so fun to write, and may have just changed my perspective........ i decided to make the reader goose's lil sis cos the anon used she/her pronouns in their request, and also because i thought it would be kinda cute if she was a little bradshaw. also i tried with the shyness part, but it was a little difficult, i hope you still like this though :,( thank you for requesting and i hope i did a good job in fulfilling your request!

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: iceman x reader, platonic!goose x reader, platonic!maverick x reader

warnings: jealousy, ice being a stud at the end, feelings of insecurity?

wc: 2,565

the request: 'iceman oneshot where he dates a civilian who is usually shy. But with the attention that ice gets from all the women, she starts to get jealous and decides to wear sexy clothes (like baddie girl style) to try to make him jealous. You Can decide how it ends… thank you' read it in full here

Dating the infamous Iceman wasn't as easy as you thought it was going to be. The man was a ladies magnet, of course - who can blame them? It was like he was sculpted by Adonis himself; the high, prominent cheekbones, full luscious lips, piercing blue eyes. It was a recipe for heart-break. At first, you were okay with the attention he received from the hordes of women that he attracted each time you two set foot outside your home, but it increasingly became less okay for you. You scrutinised and compared yourself to each woman that stared at him or spoke to him with lovestruck eyes; you could practically hear their hammering hearts as they spoke to Ice.

Ice was due to take you to the annual Navy ball tonight, and you knew that you were going to have to endure the staring eyes you've grown to hate. You couldn't help the jealousy bubbling within you, it wasn't who you were at all - hell, you'd always despised jealous people. To you, jealousy was a petty thing and you always thought you'd never experience such a thing because you were content with your life. That was until a certain show-stopping naval aviator strutted into it. Being a shy person, you were still in complete shock that Ice liked you, you presumed he wanted a confident, out-going lady - but to your surprise, he chased after you.

Tonight you told Ice that you were going to meet him there. Your brother Goose said he'd pick you up on the way with Maverick, and so you were currently waiting for him to arrive. Feeling a little extra insecure tonight, you decided to slip out of your comfort zone and opt for a velvet, sapphire blue bodycon knee length dress. The neckline plunged slightly, revealing some cleavage, two thick blue straps hoisted your breasts upwards and wrapped over your clavicles in a halter-neck. The top of the dress rested off your shoulders, the long sleeves encapsulated your arms all the way down to your wrists. You added a pair of translucent black tights and some black patent heels.

You sat on your sofa, knee bouncing lightly in anticipation, your hands beginning to feel a little clammy. "C'mon, Nick, where are you?" You muttered to yourself, wiping the anxious sweat from the palms of your hands on the sofa you were perched upon. Soon enough, the roar of his truck rattled your windows and you quickly rushed up and out the door, purse in hand, a big grin splattered on your pretty face. Goose stuck his head out the window, a confused expression on his face. You spotted Maverick in the backseat who waved at you with a handsome smile spreading on his lips. Happily, you waved back at your friend.

"Wow, Y/N, you look beautiful," Your brother was in shock at your appearance, considering he usually only ever sees you in sweats with your hair tied up. Although, you may have dressed up a little more tonight, definitely out of your comfort zone. Totally not related to making your boyfriend jealous. "Are you sure you're my sister?" Goose frowned, pointing his finger at you in a comical manner.

"Thanks Nick, you look great too in your little uniform." You taunted him. "Aw, you look so cute!" You grinned, trying to embarrass your older brother. He quickly leaned back into his car, rolling up the window with a thunderous look on his face. You bit back a laugh as you climbed inside the car, staring at Goose beside you with an amused, shit-eating grin on your face.

"You know, if you weren't my sister, I would have left your ass on your doorstep and driven off without you, Y/N." Nick grumbled, his hand gripping the gearstick as he switched it into first, pulling off.

"I think you're lucky to have her as a sister." Maverick shrugged from behind you two, grinning at you.

"You tryna walk to the place, Mav?" Nick glared at his best friend in the rear-view mirror, earning a hushed chuckle from you.

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The three of you walked into the function room, your eyes darting around the place to try and spot your boyfriend. "Guys, can you see Tom anywhere?" You asked, glancing at the two smart-looking pilots beside you.

"Uhh," Nick hummed, craning his neck to search the room, leaning from left to right. "No, I can't. I need to go to the restroom, I'll be back in a couple minutes." He quickly said, returning to his normal stance. Nick placed a hand on Maverick's shoulder and glanced between the two of us. "Keep her safe whilst I'm gone." He said with a smile, swiftly walking off in the direction of the toilets. You rolled your eyes at his words and groaned quietly.

"I'm a grown woman, Nick, I can take care of myself." You grumbled, making Maverick laugh. "Oh, is that funny?" Looking at the darker-haired pilot to the left of you, he grinned at you. You'd known Maverick since you were a small teen, so you were quite close to him, with him being Goose's pilot and all.

"You know, I don't think you could handle yourself in here, Y/N," He sighed, leading the two of you toward the bar. "Navy men aren't... the typical kind of guy you're used to." Maverick explained, his eyes locking with a stunning blonde across the bar. You internally groaned at him.

"You're acting like I didn't grow up with a brother in the Navy, Mav, and did you forget that you're the cockiest one of all? Let alone the fact that my boyfriend is also in your class?" You replied, folding your arms across your chest.

"Touché," Maverick chuckled as you reached the bar, his arm coming to rest against the surface, leaning his side on it. A smug smile reached your lips as you perched yourself on top of a free barstool. "Goose is right though, some of them can be a bit... over-bearing, or forward." He added, catching the eye of the bartender. "Two beers and a...?"

You looked up from your lap, sheepishly glancing at the bartender who had a kind smile upon his face. "A coke, please." You replied quietly. The man nodded and wandered off to fulfil your request.

As the bartender moved out of earshot, you looked back to Maverick. "There's no way you're complaining about how some guys can be over-bearing or forward when you sing to women in public to pick them up." You couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled in your throat. The bartender returned, sliding your drinks to you with a gracious and grateful smile. Maverick said a quiet thanks and passed you your coke.

"You act like that isn't a good way to pick up women." He scoffed, taking a sip of his beer.

"Mav, I'm a woman myself. I can tell you that it's an awful way." You laughed, fingers anxiously fiddling in your lap. Maverick noticed, and he couldn't help but feel bad for you. He knew you didn't do well in big crowds, so tonight must have been hard for you.

"You okay?" He asked, nibbling on his bottom lip.

"Yeah, just a little nervous, I haven't seen Tom anywhere." You sighed, eyes peering around the room in another weak attempt to find your boyfriend. Maverick nodded at you. Suddenly, your curious eyes had found Ice stood with Slider, and of course, a swarm of ladies were gathered around him with amused, awe-struck grins on their faces. A strange and uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach. "Can we go dance?" You quickly asked, pleading Maverick with your eyes. Two can play at this game, you thought. Knowing Ice disliked Maverick, you thought it was a perfect way to get his attention.

"Sure, yeah," Maverick's brows knotted at your unusual request, but he didn't decline it. He wanted you to feel comfortable, especially since you were Goose's little sister. Off the record, he also thought you were very pretty, so he definitely wouldn't deny you a dance. You quickly hopped up from your seat as Maverick quickly finished his beer, your hand grabbing his to lead you to the dance floor. The pilot saw the mischievous glint in his eyes and he was suspicious. "Are you sure you're okay, Y/N/N?" Maverick quietly asked once more and you nodded as the two of you reached the dancefloor, making sure you were in Ice's line of sight.

You grabbed Maverick's hand and placed it on your waist, his other one settling in your hand. You sighed. "Yeah, I just wanted to dance with you," You replied, keeping your eyes trained on your boyfriend from afar who was still laughing with the group of women that had gathered around him and Slider. Not wanting to torture yourself anymore, you looked at the ground, trying to bite back the tears that were beginning to well up in your eyes. Maverick's eyes were searching the floor for Goose as he noticed the change in your mood.

"If you want to go home I can get Goose?" The pilot asked you, and you shook your head, lifting your head up to look at him. "He's just over there talking to Sundown and Wolfman." He nodded to the right of you and you looked, smiling as you watched your brother banter with his friends.

"No, no it's fine, I'll be fine." You smiled. "So, have you seen anyone you like?" You asked, desperate to change the subject and avert the attention from you.

"There was a blonde at the bar who was making eyes at me," Maverick replied with a smug smile and you cocked a brow, throwing a quick look to the bar. "I think she went home though." He said dejectedly, noticing your dire attempt to spot her.

"I'm sure there will be plenty more women lining up for you, Mav, don't worry," You sighed, soon laughing afterwards as you noticed his pouty face.

Unbeknownst to you, in the back of the bar, Ice was watching you laugh with Maverick as he held you on the dancefloor. Slider's eyes flicked to his friend's concerned face, watching the way his jaw clenched with irritation. "You good, Ice?" Slider asked cautiously. Ice knew you looked good, too good - he hoped it was him you were dressing up for, and no one else. He loved the way your dress hugged your curves and complimented your breasts, and he admired the way you had done your makeup. In all honesty, he thought you looked absolutely beautiful- stunning even.

"Yeah," Ice replied quickly, still staring at the two of you. God, it rattled him to his core to see Maverick of all people holding you like that and making you laugh. "I'm good." He gave a reassuring smile to his RIO, but it didn't do much. Slider was still suspicious, so he followed Ice's gaze, his eyes quickly landing on you and Maverick.

"Ah," Slider chuckled, earning a stern, disapproving look from Ice. "Mav's got your girl, huh?" He added, pressing salt to the wound.

"Maverick hasn't got anything, Slider." Ice frowned, voice venomous as he looked back at his RIO. Slider was a dick sometimes but he had Ice's back in all situations.

"Maybe you should go and fetch her before he sweeps her off her feet." Slider suggested, bringing the bottle of beer in his hands to his lips to take a swig. Ice didn't reply, he only averted his gaze back to you and Maverick, who was now twirling you around with big grins on both of your faces. Ice couldn't hold back the green fire that burned within him, his fingers twitching at his side as he tried to fight back the urge to go and steal you from Maverick and show him who you belonged to.

"Are you dizzy? I feel dizzy just watching you," Out of breath, you laughed at Maverick as he grinned brightly at you.

"Just a tad," You breathed out as Maverick laughed at you. "You wanna find Goose?" Before he could reply, his eyes looked above your head. You frowned at him, confused as to why he wasn't replying.

"Mitchell," A familiar voice spoke behind you, setting your body on fire. Shit.

"Kazansky," Pete replied back as you whipped around to face your boyfriend, his jaw tense and clenched with irritation. Tom glanced down at you, wrapping a tight and protective arm around your waist, his fingers roughly caressing your clothed skin. You saw the way he glared at your friend, and you felt a little guilty for dragging Maverick into your pettiness.

"See you later, Mav," You squeaked out sheepishly, throwing him an awkward smile from beside Iceman. Your boyfriend lead you away from the dance floor and to the bar, his hand never leaving your waist. "You okay, Tom?" You asked shyly and glanced up at him, his blue eyes piercing yours.

"Yeah, baby," He smiled down at you, flashing you a heart-stopping smile. "I just didn't like the way Maverick was holding you." He admitted as you leant against the bar with your hip. Ice shuffled in front of you, and you let your hands sit on his chest, frowning. He slowly brushed your hair out of your eyes, a blush creeping up your neck.

"What do you mean? We were just dancing?" You asked, puzzled at his words.

"Nobody but me gets to hold you like that, sweetheart." Iceman replied with a low, darker voice, leaning down with a smirk on his lips, your cheeks somehow getting pinker. You swallowed thickly, your heart rate going insane from the close proximity between you and Tom. You almost couldn't handle it when he returned his strong hands to your waist, giving you a breath-taking squeeze as he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw.

"Tom," You breathed out, your hands flying to grasp at his neck. His lips curled into a well pleased smirk as he listened to your shallow breaths, clearly effected by his touch. "People are watching us." You bashfully stated and Iceman pressed another kiss to the corner of your lips.

"Good," He murmured against you, kissing you this time. "They need to know that you're mine and I'm yours." He mumbled through kisses, your fingers tightening against his neck as he pulled you flush against him - so close that you could almost hear his perfect heartbeat. Right then and there, you knew you had to have him.

"Ice, take me home," You gasped as his hand slid down your waist and to your thigh, squeezing it. You felt the fire build just from that one touch and you knew you wouldn't be able to fight it back any longer. "Please." You begged, letting your hands slide down his chest sensually. Tom smirked at you and took your hand in his, pulling you from the bar you two were stood at.

"Yes, ma'am." He grinned at you and you felt your knees go weak as you stared up at him, a lustful smile coming to rest on your lips. As the two of you walked towards the exit, you found Goose and Maverick stood with Slider and Sundown across the room who looked confused, but you simply waved at them, bidding them farewell. It was too loud to shout across, so Goose made a phone call sign with his hand and you laughed, nodding at him. He just wanted to know that you were gonna get home safe. But of course you were, Ice was with you.

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Oh my GOD this was so sweet I literally melted!!! This is def joining the ranks of my comfort fics 🥰 you conveyed so much feeling and emotion in such a short time, and the scene felt like a movie playing in my head. Absolutely FANTASTIC writing and such a wonderful story! Thank you for writing it! ❤️❤️❤️

Feels Like Home

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Fills Day 3 of @thefanficfaerie ‘s Christmas OTP Challenge: Indoor Lights

From @mee2themoo ‘s Marvel Winter Wonder Fest: silence – boots – familiar

Word Count: 448

The door opened with a hiss.

Hand rubbing at the tight muscle between neck and shoulder, you entered your room with a great sense of relief.

Another long day in a line of long days.

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captainsophiestarkreading · 2 years ago

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Awwww omg this was so cute!!! I loved it!! Steve’s train of thought was ADORABLE, and the interactions between him, Bucky, and Sam were PERFECT. They had me cackling 😂😂 great fic!!

I Don't Want A Lot For Christmas

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers has a crush on the newest member of the team and a Christmas miracle (of interfering Bucky Barnes) gives him an opportunity to get a little closer to her.

Word Count: 1105 words

Prompt: #17: “If you turn down the Christmas music, I’ll murder you.”

A/N: Starting off my Steven’s Greetings Christmas series is the lovely @princessmisery666 who chose this prompt for the wonderful Steve Rogers. It turns out, all my Steve Rogers prompts lend themselves to somewhat of a mini-series so feel free to follow this little adventure or read them as separate ramblings if you so wish.

When Tony had suggested you all get together to decorate the tree, nobody had realised the scale of the job. Stark never did anything by half measures and the giant tree that had met you was a testament to that. Now, several hours later, Tony was hovering near the top of the tree, attempting to place a star up there, and the majority of the decorations had been thrown on there like it had been decorated by a bunch of toddlers on a sugar high.

“It looks like a car wreck.” Clint said, his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

“I think it’s perfectly in keeping with our merry band of misfits.” You smiled and Steve felt his heart flutter. The way your face was illuminated by the fairy lights made you look ethereal, and his mouth went dry.

Heading over to the bar, he grabbed a handful of chips from a bowl and shoved them into his mouth as he poured a very large drink. From behind him, he heard someone kick start the karaoke and chuckled to himself as Thor attempted to join in with Frosty the Snowman.

The karaoke gave way to a dance party as the night wore on, and Steve stayed in his spot by the bar, a contented observer to the antics of his teammates. There was one person who caught his attention more than everyone else though, and he watched you talking with Nat, teasing Pietro, dancing with Wanda. Everything you did was enchanting, and all Steve could do was watch, his desire to hold you close growing with each interaction.

“Maybe I’m getting old, or maybe it’s the super hearing, but how loud does Stark need his music?” Bucky grumbled as he reached for a beer beside Steve.

“If you turn down the Christmas music, I’ll murder you.” He hissed quietly to his friend, not taking his eyes off you for a second.

Bucky looked at him quizzically before following his gaze, a look of smug understanding settling on his features as he leaned against the counter beside Steve.

“You could go over there and dance with her you know. She’d love it. Oh, too late, Tony’s already swooped in.”

Your laughter rang through the air as Tony dipped you dramatically before standing up and jokingly complaining that his back had gone, earning him a playful punch in the arm from you. The interaction caused Steve’s heart to ache. What he wouldn’t give to be the one you were laughing with right now, but he was fairly certain you only saw him as the hard ass Captain, not Steve.

“Shit. He still pining?” Sam asked Bucky as he leaned over and grabbed a handful of chips from the nearest bowl of snacks.

“Yep. No clue why he’s so scared of a dame, but here we are.”

“I’m not scared of her.” Steve protested, much to the amusement of his friends.

“That would be so much more believable if your knees weren’t knocking.”

“And your hands weren’t shaking.”

“I think I preferred it when you two hated each other.” Steve huffed, turning to pour himself a drink. It was a shame alcohol didn’t affect him; he could have used some Dutch courage right now.

The music shifted, the beat slowed, and the dulcet tones of Bing Crosby filled the air. The familiarity of the song brought a smile to his lips, which faltered slightly when he heard you call from across the room,

“Come on, Barnes. Get over here and we’ll show them how it’s done.”

Bucky chuckled and held up his hands as he shook his head. “Sorry, doll, this one is more Stevie’s speed.”

Suddenly all the air seemed to have been sucked out of the room. That comment could lead to one of two responses; you could reject him, either ignoring Bucky’s suggestion or flat out refusing to dance with him, or, and possibly far worse, you could…

“What do you say, Rogers? Care to dance?” You held your hand out to him, a nervous expectant look in your eyes that made him want to hold you close and never let go.

Without saying a word, he put his drink down and, for a second, everyone thought he was going to just walk out of the room, but his feet brought him towards the tree, towards you. Slipping his hand into yours, he pulled you against his chest, his other hand coming to rest on your hip as he looked down at you with such a soft expression even Tony felt he was intruding on a moment.

The two of you danced for a while, then when the whole team moved to sit by the fire, he found you remained by his side. He stole occasional glances at you, a warmth filling him that had nothing to do with the flames which were now dying in the heath. The twinkling Christmas lights seemed to be dimming too, subtly indicating the lateness of the hour.

As people began to drift away, heading to bed, Steve found himself silently begging that you would stay just a little longer. He knew that this moment would be the greatest Christmas gift he would receive. This was such a magical time of year and, if he tried really hard, he could imagine you falling for him just as hard as he had for you. He was right there, always had been from the moment you’d met, and in all that time this was the closest you’d ever really been. He wanted to make it last as long as possible.

All good things, however, must come to an end, and as you stifled a yawn, Steve knew those four words he had been dreading were about to fall from your lips.

“I’m heading to bed.” You stretched, pushing yourself up off the sofa and he immediately felt the chill of your absence. “Goodnight, Steve.” You gave him a soft, sleepy smile before sending everyone else a small wave, but Steve was frozen. You had just called him Steve. Not Cap, not Rogers, not ‘old man’. You’d never used his name, and damn did it sound sweet coming from you.

Relaxing back against the sofa cushions, a lazy smile pulled at his lips, and he closed his eyes. Now that was a Christmas gift he hadn’t even considered.

“Come on, Romeo, time for bed.” Bucky patted his shoulder with a smirk and as Steve got to his feet, he knew he would be replaying moments from tonight over in his mind as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

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December Fic Recs!

None of these fics are mine! They’re recs of other peoples’ work (which can all be found at links below the cut). If for any reason you don’t want to be on this list, just let me know and I’ll take you off ❤️

Marvel

Druig

1960 by @imaginearyparties

Such an interesting, fantastic, and immersive fic for Druig set in the 60s! Great writing with a gripping setting and plot. SUCH a good and engaging story

Stephen Strange

Flashback by @darling-i-read-it

A super sweet and fun scene between the reader and Strange during No Way Home with some teasing and flirting and talks of parenthood, since Strange just adopted Peter Parker against his will

Thor, Jane, and Darcy Fluff - No x Reader

Bullshiticus by @startrekkingaroundasgard

A great festive oneshot featuring my fave internet lore creation, Bullshiticus. Really sweet fluff between these three and equal parts really sweet and really funny

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Hey, Isn’t This Easy by @velvetcloxds

This is a longer, more fleshed-out version of the same fic I rec’d for Damon last month! Still very sweet and wonderful, and I love Damon’s devotion to the reader

Mikaelson Family - No Pairing

The Nerf War by @fitzs-trained-monkey

Literally the most fun, hysterical thing I’ve read in a minute. It’s crack fic at its best, and damn I would’ve loved to watch a show full of this kind of content

Star Wars

Platonic Clone Wars

Filed Under: Payroll Complaints by @ghostofskywalker

This is the MOST FUN fic and a really creative take on the usual x reader fic too! Reader works in payroll for the GAR and has to wade through a bunch of hysterical voicemails from some of our most beloved Clone Wars crew. Literally such a fun concept and an equally fun read

Poe Dameron

Crash Landing by @welcome-to-writers-haven

I said it in the reblog too, but definitely one of my new comfort fics. Such a wonderfully sweet and funny oneshot with Poe. Adorable relationship between him and the reader and some really fun meddling friends coming in too. Great read!

Star Trek

Jim Kirk

Mistletoe by @space-helen

A very sweet and fluffy holiday fic with Kirk! We love an Enterprise Christmas party, especially when it comes with adorable interactions with the crew

The Selection Series

Maxon Schreave

Promptober Day Ten by @fbfh

A sweet fic with Maxon dating the rebel leader and the two of them figuring stuff out! Really cute premise and a fun read

Top Gun

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Imagine: Deciding to get married to each other by @auroracalisto

A really sweet and short imagine about the moment you and Bradley decide to get married, like the title says. SO cute omg, I love Rooster so much

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

A True Love Match by @auroracalisto

Literally such a fluffy fic with Benedict and a reader who’s not nobility falling in love and deciding to be together despite the fact that the Ton might not approve

Dark Knight!Johnathan Crane

Dad!Johnathan Headcanons by @madame-fear

Some really cute headcanons about how Johnathan would react if his kid got into the fear gas somehow and him taking care of them

The Princess Bride

Westley

Being Courted By Westley Would Include… by @starlit-epiphany

Some really sweet headcanons with Westley and a fellow outlaw. Absolutely adorable and really fun to get to read stuff for this movie

Dating Westley Would Include… by @bowieandqueen11

Absolutely lovely and detailed headcanons covering a bunch of the reader and Westley’s life and featuring Inigo. Super good and very sweet, which is exactly what I needed after rewatching The Princess Bride for the thousandth time

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