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If I were to write like deep, messed up stuff for each characters' Void rooms, would anyone read that? Love writing dark stuff sometimes.

Well see, I have a list of Boblena requests atm.

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Thunderbolts Fam x fem!Reader: Trying to be Sneaky

Description: Despite your best attempts to hide your chronic GI issues, Yelena and Bucky find you sneaking your medication.

Pronouns: she/her

WARNINGS: this is about gasteoparesis. Swearing. Mentions of symptoms related to that, medication (laxative). Medical gaslighting that everyone goes through when they tell you "just take miralax twice a day 😁"

Note: because I'm learning that hot girls have GI issues and it actually shouldn't be embarrassing.

*not my gif*

You gently close your laptop as your stomach begins to twist uncomfortably.

Fuck.

You were so absorbed in your work that you forgot to take your second dose of miralax. Usually you slip it into your drink at dinner so no one will notice.

You sigh, heading to the kitchen.

Surveying the drink options, you decide hot chocolate would at least be somewhat rewarding despite your stomach actively trying to strangle itself alive.

But, you're all out of packets. Only K-Cups left and the Keurig is on its last leg.

You load the pod in and press start, cringing as the machine groans to life. You glace around to make sure no one else is awake.

Finally, it starts pouring your drink and quiets down. You breathe a sigh of relief.

You shuffle back to your room and grab the miralax bottle carefully hidden in your T-shirt drawer. It feels light, you'll need to pick up some more tomorrow.

You hurry back to the kitchen before your drink can get cold. You open the bottle and begin to pour out the familiar white grains into the cap, until the flow stops halfway.

Shit.

Well, more like no shit. You peer in to check for anything that might be blocking it, but the empty bottle stares back up at you.

Suddenly, the bottle is ripped from your hand.

"Laxatives?" Yelena's familiar laughter rings from behind you. You feel your heart rate pick up, not wanting to face her while she's still holding what society might consider the most embarrassing medication to take.

"And-" Bucky slides into your view, grabbing your mug. "A cup of hot chocolate."

This could not get any worse.

You stand physically frozen. How are you supposed to respond in a situation like this? Two of the strongest assassins on Earth catching their assistant with miralax?

Yelena's laughter dies down the longer you stand there.

"Are you okay?" She places a hand on your shoulder, setting the bottle back down on the counter.

"Yep," you respond meekly.

"You woke up the whole damn tower brewing your drink." Bucky says as he fills a glass with water.

"I'm sorry," you clear your throat to get the words out.

"Um, I think-" now Bob is here, wonderful. "Maybe, we should-"

He points sheepishly to the hall. A look of understanding washes over Yelena's face.

"Oh, did I embarrass you?"

"N-" your voice catches again, "no."

"I am so sorry!" She wraps you in a rough hug from behind. "Go, take your medication."

"Okay, great-" you die slowly as you pour the half-filled dose into the cup.

Then, you realize you never grabbed a spoon. Bucky is leaning against the silverware drawer.

You take a breath of courage and awkwardly reach for the handle. "Sorry, I'm just gonna get in here-"

"Yeah, sure," he jumps away and you quickly grab the first spoon you see.

You reach for your cup, hardly paying attention. It slips from your hand and shatters onto the ground.

You stand there, spoon in hand, just staring at it.

Bob moves to start cleaning it, which snaps you back.

"No, I got it, I got it." Just as you were starting to get comfortable living with these people, something like this has to happen and ruin everything.

"Okay," Yelena bends down and begins picking up pieces of shattered ceramic. "Now I am actually sorry."

"Do you have another one?"

You jump as Ava materializes next to you, holding the empty bottle.

"No, it's fine." You focus intently on wiping up the liquid and whisper to yourself, "oh my God, this cannot be happening."

"I can go, buy you another one-" Bob steps forward, but pauses at the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

"Hey," Ava leans down next to you. "What's going on?"

"I'm so sorry, I woke all of you up, I was already running out, now I have none, not that it helps anyway, and now you're all here trying to help me-"

"Nope, come on." Yelena wacks your arm. "No more tears. We are all friends and we all help each other."

You take a deep breath. "Thank you."

"Who made this big mess?" Alexei is suddenly towering over you wearing the largest robe you've ever seen with a giant Avengers logo on the front.

Yelena groans, "not now, Dad, go back to sleep."

"No, who smashed the mug? Was it you, 'Lena? You waking me up-"

"No, no, sorry, it was me," you carry a clump of paper towels to the trash can. "Butterfingers, anyway, I'm just going to go back to bed. Sorry to wake everyone, thanks for helping me clean, see you tomorrow."

"Bob, what happened?" Alexei turns to Bob as he awkwardly laughs. "I know you cannot lie, tell me now. That was my favorite mug."

"I have literally never seen you touch that mug." Bucky comments.

"Nonsense, I use that mug everyday."

"She, uh, we, kinda, saw her trying to sneak miralax into her drink but then she got nervous and," you give Bob a death stare. "Dropped it."

"Bob!" You snap.

"S-sorry." He takes a few steps back toward the nearest wall.

You sigh, "no, I'm sorry. I'm just . . . feeling a lot of emotion right now."

Alexei shakes his head disapprovingly. You dread what he is about to say next, expecting the worst. "What is this? You are too young to have problem. Now, I- I have problem all the time-"

"Dad! No one wants to hear that!" Yelena whines.

That just makes you feel so great about yourself.

"Why, why are you taking this bullshit?" He abruptly knocks the bottle off the table.

You are slightly stunned from the sudden violence. "My, uh, doctor told me to? I tried to tell her it wasn't working but she just, um, told me to keep at it. Forever, I guess."

"Bah!" He suddenly yells. "I go pay doctor a visit in the morning and I wear Red Guardian suit. I threaten her and if she tells you that again, I strangle her-"

"Okay, that is very much not necessary, but thanks. I'm actually good to just keep trying."

"You shouldn't have to settle." Ava says softly. "You deserve to find something that works."

"Yeah, well, at this rate, I won't. I appreciate the thought, but it's pointless." You shake your head, putting the spoon back in the drawer.

"Not that I like to agree with him," Yelena gives her father a pointed look. "But I think we should go have a little talk, see what her professional opinion is then."

"Either way," Bucky steps in before Alexei can get too excited. "We're here to help you."

"Yeah, you don't have to hide this from us." Bob says.

You smiles softly. "Thanks, guys."

"Okay, I'm exhausted. Don't wake me up in the morning or I'll tie you to the helipad for an hour." Yelena heads down the hallway.

"Same," Bucky follows her.

"Okay, kids, goodnight. I will see you in the morning for possible mission," Alexei wraps you in a bone-crushing hug.

"Yeah, possibly," you squeeze out. He finally releases you and you take a huge breath.

"If you need anything, I'm right down the hall." Ava gives you a smile and exits.

"I was serious. I can go buy you more if you need." Bob slowly creeps up to you.

"No, I'll be okay. Thank you, though. I appreciate it, Bob." You offer him a sincere smile.

"Yeah, of course."

You awkwardly wait for him to say something else. "Well, goodnight, then."

"Yeah, yeah, goodnight. Don't let the bed bugs bite."

You laugh. "You, too."

Sorry, I hate John. Actually have no idea how I would write him into this. Though I do low-key ship him and Ava so I'd prob write that.

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Alright who wants Bob x Yelena fics? Send ideas/requests. Or Avengers Towers Thunderbolts fics.

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Platonic!Ava Starr x Reader: Pain

Description: You can't fall asleep and find Ava in the same situation.

Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!

WARNINGS: This is about CHRONIC ILLNESS, mentions of chronic pain and symptoms specifically related to Raynaud's syndrome and POTS.

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It's the middle of the night and, yet again, you can't seem to fall asleep. You sit up slowly, the world swirling around you as you wait for your symptoms to calm down.

After a few deep breaths, you stand up and wait for the second wave, taking a few steps, trying to find your slippers as the cold concrete floors feel like burning ice on your feet.

You find the slippers and slide them on, waiting for the pain to subside. The clock reads 2:03AM.

Damn.

You slowly creep toward the door, cracking it slightly. The hallway is dead, lights off. Through the window, the skyline of New York expands to the horizon. Despite the hour, the buildings are each lit up in some way. You wonder why some windows have lights in them, if someone else is stuck just like you.

Faintly, you hear the sounds of the TV from the living room. You debate for a moment. Is this really the time to bother someone?

Either way, you're not sleeping anytime soon.

You slowly walk down the hall, careful not to let your slippers slap too loudly as you pass each Thunderbolt's door.

The TV is displaying some trashy reality show. Just your type of 2AM content. Ava's head peeks up from the couch cushions.

As to not startle her, you knock on the wall. Regardless, she jumps and slightly phases.

"Sorry!" You say softly.

Ava smiles at you. "You're fine. Why are you up so late?"

She gestures to the open spot next to her and you shuffle forward, collapsing and immediately wrapping yourself in a blanket.

You take a breath for a moment, feeling your heart rate finally start to settle.

"Are you alright?" Ava asks.

"I could ask you the same question.*

A moment of silence passes.

"I hate this suit. But I hate being stuck in a tiny little pod more."

You look over at her. She fidgets with the collar of her suit, the leather squeaking.

"Yeah." You look forward, trying to focus on the show. "What is this?"

Ava laughs. "I don't even know. Something about dating."

"Right, right. Looks great."

"I've watched it every night this week. I'm thinking Darlene is going to drop Christopher the moment Darrel asks her out."

You smile. "Oh, for sure. I can see it in her eyes." You focus on a random woman on the screen.

"That's Cheryl."

"Well, maybe she wants Darrel, too."

Ava looks over at you. "Seriously. Why are you up?"

You shrug. "Can't sleep."

"Any particular reason?"

You shift around. "My bones feel too stiff, my head hurts."

"Yeah, get that," Ava sighs. "You know, I thought the pain would all just go away with the suit, but it's still there."

You nod. "There's just no magic solution to anything, huh?"

"Nope," she pops her lips. "Oh, there's Darlene!"

You click your tongue. "Ah, she's too good for Christopher anyway."

Ava lets out a loud laugh. You both immediately look around to make sure no one has stirred. Then, you break into a fit of quiet giggles.

Then, without warning, you feel tears stinging your eyes. "I'm exhausted. But I'm not tired."

"Like your body could shut down any minute, but the moment you close your eyes, it's like you drank a shot of espresso."

"Yeah," you whisper, frantically wiping away the tears before Ava can see.

She shifts closer to you and rests her head on your shoulder.

There's a level of silent understanding between you. Even the slight contact helps to soothe your restlessness. You gently lay your head on top of hers.

And you both sit like that for a while. The show carries on, Darlene asks Darrel out, Christopher is eliminated.

"You called it!" You whisper.

Ava gives no response. You notice the steady flow of her breathing and realize she's fallen asleep.

You smile to yourself and relax. Before you know it, your eyes begin to feel heavy as you finally start to drift off.

Thanks for reading! I'm slowly getting back into writing fics but they will only be platonic x reader or ships. Send in your requests!

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Strange Situation: Episode 2 - First Morning

Series Masterlist

WARNINGS: none!

Description: The young avengers are living in an apartment together. However, they have no idea that each other are superheroes. They begin making ridiculous excuses for their injuries and being out late.

America's POV

I wake up to the sun shining through the blinds on my new window. My heart feels very accomplished this morning. I got to wake up in my bed in my apartment. I finally have a home.

Running through the metaverse is great, but I'm tried of trying to find the ones with free hotels every night.

Suddenly, something in the sunlight catches my attention. It almost blends right into the brightness, but there is a different way it shimmers.

It is long and a silvery-white see-through wisp of . . . air?

For a moment, I can't look away. My eyes are glued to its strange shine. My whole body feels warm and relaxed.

It starts drifting toward me-

BANG!

"Ow, shit!" Kate yells from somewhere. My eyes dart to the door, then back to where the wisp was a second ago, but it is gone.

I take a breath and shake my head. I must be imagining things.

Kamala's POV

I am awoken by a loud bang from outside my room. I groan and roll over to my side, but a slit of sun smacks me right in the eyes.

"Ugghh," I turn to the other side, no longer feeling tired.

Cassie's POV

I was in the middle of stashing my Stature suit under a pile of clothes in the closet when I hear a loud bang, causing me to jump backward and slam my head against the closet door.

I blink away the couple of tears that came to my eyes and walk to the kitchen.

"You good?" I ask, seeing Kate with a scattering of trays around her feet.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She angrily kicks a tray. "I was trying to make breakfast for everyone and instead I woke them all up."

"Nah, I was already awake." I give her a comforting smile. She shares one back.

"So . . ." Kate purses her lips and clicks her tongue. "How'd you sleep last night?"

Oh, you know, just vivid dreams of the Quantum Realm, nothing too spectacular. "Pretty alright, you?"

"Yeah, these mattresses are comfy, right?"

"For sure, comfier than the one I had at home actually." I brought my own mattress and traded out the one that came in with the apartment, but she is clearly struggling to find a topic.

"Yeah, it was crazy. Haven't been that comfy since the mattresses as my fifth grade getaway camp." She laughs and almost drops the pan she's trying to fit in a cabinet.

"Yep, great mattresses." Oooookay, this is going well. I don't think I've ever talked about mattresses more in my life. "Sooo, what do you do for a living?"

"What?" She turns around, very alarmed.

"Sorry, if that's . . . not okay to ask."

"Oh, no. No, sorry, just caught me off guard. I, um, just got expelled from college so . . . undecided." Kate awkwardly shuts the cabinet and turns to face me. "You?"

"I work at a little coffee shop a bus ride away." I give her a smile, trying to help her feel more comfortable.

I hear footsteps from behind me and turn to see . . . America, I think, entering the room. She looks lost in thought.

"Good morning!" Kate says brightly.

"Huh?" America snaps back. "Oh, morning."

Great first morning.

Kamala's POV

As I'm struggling to find a matching outfit within the what seems like hundreds of moving bags to go through, I realize I forgot to put my bangle on.

I hop back up on my bed and reach under my second pillow to grab—my bangle? Where is it?

Shit.

First day and I already lost the one most important thing I needed not to lose. I frantically look through bags until I find it hidden under a box of poptarts in one of my food bags, right where I put it. And then promptly forgot.

I step out of my room with my toothbrush, headed for the bathroom when I hear the front door unlocked. I'm nothing if not nosey so I have to go see who is leaving already.

To my surprise, a confused looking boy is standing in the doorway, holding a backpack.

"Um, maybe I got the wrong apartment?" He mumbles to the four pairs of women's eyes staring him down.

"Yeah, uh, our other roommate is supposed to be a . . . Petra I think." Kate looks around for confirmation.

"Oh, um, okay. Bye." He shuts the door.

We look at each other for a moment.

The door reopens.

"Okay the landlord gave me a key that works on this door. Maybe it was a typo? I'm Peter." He fiddles with the key.

"Oh, okay." Cassie says warmly. "You can come in."

"Well," he freezes, "if you're not comfortable living with a guy . . . I didn't know who I'd be living with . . . it was last minute and—"

"Hey," Cassie smiles. "It's all good. We don't bite."

"Yet." America says from a dark corner of the room.

We look at her.

"Sorry, bad joke." She smiles sheepishly.

". . . Okay then. Um, sorry." Peter walks in. "I'm Peter."

"Hi Peter, I'm Cassie." Cassie is already such the mom of the apartment.

"I'm Kamala." I smile.

"Kate." She awkwardly waves.

"I'm America." She emerges from the shadows and shakes his hand.

"Well." Cassie claps her hands together to get our attention. "Now that we're all here, I propose we go to dinner tonight to get to know each other."

There are a few vague head nods, so I say "yeah, that sounds okay."

"Great!" She smiles. "We'll go a five then."

This is going to be a long lease.

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I need ideas lovely readers. I would love comments on some events you would like to see happen in future episodes!

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There's Only 1 Harry

Full rant on TikTok: bookgirlhp

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Just a friendly reminder to not add random creators to your taglists :) especially if they tell you to stop and you don't, it's really annoying :)

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Strange Situation: Episode 1 - Move-in Day

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WARNINGS: none!

Description: The young avengers are living in an apartment together. However, they have no idea that each other are superheroes. They begin making ridiculous excuses for their injuries and being out late.

*not my gif*

America's POV

I enter the rather large apartment space. Even though I expected it to be big with five roommates, this far exceeds my expectations.

I make a mental note to thank Strange for the recommendation later.

I'm so glad I decided to move in first. I don't have much (anything, really, if we're being honest) but I get first dibs on room choice.

I walk through each room and make an evaluation. Finally, the last one on the corner catches my eye. It has a giant window looking out into the New York City skyline, giving it plenty of sunlight.

I set my one bag down on the bed and take a moment to breathe everything in. I finally have a home, a place to go to. And I finally have my powers under control. I can actually stay in this universe and have a place to call my own.

Minus, like, everything else I need to survive. Strange gave me some cash (actually, a lot of cash by this universe's standards) to go shopping. I really should pay him back at some point.

He's become like a father figure to me. Even though, since last week, I haven't heard from him. I'm not too concerned—he's got all that world-saving to do—but it would be nice if he'd given me a little warning.

I hear the front doorknob turn.

Kamala's POV

"Kamala, walk. Go." My mom pushes the bag she is holding against me. I walk through my new front door.

"Good sized kitchen. Nice view." My dad surveys the place. "Living space, very nice."

"Dad!" I whine. "Can you help me with this box and stop admiring everything?"

"Kamala, don't talk to your father that way." My mom gives me a pointed look. "I will leave you here to do everything yourself."

"Okay," I mutter, rolling my eyes and shoving my light frustration down.

A girl's head peeks around the wall. I smile awkwardly and she returns it.

"Hi," I start to wave but hide it with a hair flip. "I'm Kamala."

"America." She smiles more comfortably.

"Does it matter which room I pick?" I ask. America shakes her head with a shrug. "Okay, cool."

"Kamala, where's your bedroom?" My mom shouts much louder than she needs to, considering I'm standing right behind her.

I walk straight forward into the closest room possible, dropping the heavy items I've been struggling with on the ground.

Cassie's POV

We just walked into the building when the security guard came up to my dad.

"Ay Scott, I haven't seen you in years!"

My dad turns around and smiles. "Hey, how are you man?"

I turn to physical mush inside. Imagine one of my new roommates sees me waiting around for my dad like a kid.

"Dad." I whisper harshly.

"Alright. I'm moving my daughter in right now actually. I'm sure I'll see you again." He shakes his friend's hand.

"Ah, good choice. It's a beautiful building." The man winks and me.

Ew.

I walk quickly to the elevator.

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I hear something slam on the floor from inside the apartment. My dad and I share a worried look and try the door. It has been left unlocked.

We walk in and hear a lot of commotion from the left, then a girl comes bursting out of one of the rooms, groaning. She stops when she sees me and smiles.

"Hi! I'm Kamala!" She says sweetly.

I smile back. "Cassie."

Another girl walks up beside Kamala. "I'm America."

I smile. "I like that name, it's cool."

"Thanks," she smiles widely.

"Cass, let's get your stuff in and then you can talk, okay?" My dad says, awkwardly just standing behind me the whole time.

I nod. The doorknob clicks and we all look at it.

Kate's POV

I walk through the front door and am greeted with four pairs of eyes staring me down.

"Hi," I give an awkward little wave. I quickly pull my hand down and curse at myself.

"Hello." One of the three girls says. "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Kate." I smile (more like grimace, I've been in here for two seconds and I've already done something embarrassing).

"I'm Cassie," the girl smiles.

"Kamala!" A completely new voice yells from somewhere out of sight. "Come help your father!"

The girl on the left gives and awkward little wave and scurries away.

"I'm America." The last girl smiles. "Nice to meet you."

"Is this everyone?" I ask.

"No, I think there's one more person, but they're not coming till tomorrow." America shrugs.

I nod. "Lot of people for one apartment."

America laughs. "It'll be okay."

"Has everyone taken their bedrooms already?" I suddenly change the conversation.

"Yeah, I think the one next to me is open though." She beckons me to follow her.

Okay when I say I've been writing this for months, I mean I've been writing this for months smh. Finally college has settled down and I'm just posting this first thing to get something out even tho its not very long. It will be longer in the future I promise! Let me know of suggests in the comments!

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America Chavez x Reader: Laying in a Park

Description: Reader and America laying in a park.

Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!

WARNINGS: anxiety, depression, numbness, stress all mentioned but not directly shown (this is just comfort)

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You close your eyes, feeling the wind brush across your face and the warmth radiating from your girlfriend.

America is next to you, her arm around your shoulders as you cuddle into her. She smells like cherry chapstick and cinnamon and vanilla. Her hair is soft, it tickles the side of your neck just enough to send slight shivers down your back.

You don't need to move. You are perfectly comfortable. Perfectly at rest.

You don't need to know how to feel emotion. You just need to be in this moment with America, laying in a park in the dark on top of a soft blanket.

You brush your fingers along the blanket, drawing a heart. You turn your head so it settles in America's neck. You wiggle just slightly to get comfortable.

The warmth from her skin is like resting your head on a cat. Her hand is running gently up and down your arm.

You feels so in the moment. You feel so relaxed. You feel so present in a way your anxiety usually doesn't allow.

You'd been feeling numb for awhile, stuck in a pattern of endless work and responsibilities without a break. You didn't realize how much you needed to take a break.

America's other arm moves to fully wrap you in a hug.

You feel totally safe and secure. Like nothing could hurt you. You move your leg on top of her's, slightly tangling them together. You turn fully onto your side so you can smell nothing but America.

You move your arm up and drape it across her stomach, holding on tightly.

In this moment, nothing can go wrong. In this moment, you are at peace.

You slowly drift off to sleep.

I wrote this with my eyes closed. Idk if it makes any sense, but it was just what I was feeling right now.

Let me know if you guys like this or not. Might start voicing my fics and posting them on YouTube so stuff like this can be more immersive.

Thx for reading, don't steal!

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Series Masterlist: Strange Situation

Description: The young avengers are living in an apartment together. However, they have no idea that each other are superheroes. They begin making ridiculous excuses for their injuries and being out late.

Characters: Kate Bishop, Kamala Khan, America Chavez, Peter Parker, Cassie Lang

WARNINGS: none so far

Join the taglist: leave a comment or send me a message. Request events/episodes: send in a request.

Episode 1 - Move-in Day

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Series Announcement!

Hey hunny bunnies,

I'm going to be writing a series about the idea from @onetimetwotimesthreetimess: a sitcom sort of thing where the young avengers are all living in an apartment together but they don't know that each other are superheroes so they're constantly trying to make up ridiculous reasons for injuries/being out late.

Characters: Kate Bishop Kamala Khan Peter Parker America Chavez Cassie Lang

If anyone thinks of more characters from the MCU I'm missing, please comment!

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A masterlist will soon be created for it once the first episode is posted.

Thank you for reading :)

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America Chavez x Reader: Signature Jacket

Hi loves! I'm on an America kick rn. I dressed up as her for my 2nd Halloween costume lol (my first was Harley Quinn).

Description: Reader is jealous of everybody's personalized statement jackets.

Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!

WARNINGS: being a lil anxious

This is a young avengers fic.

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You are sitting with all the avengers at dinner. Everyone is enjoying their Mac and cheese, but something is on your mind.

"America, where'd you get your jean jacket?" You suddenly ask.

Everyone looks at you sort of confused.

"Uh, I found the jacket in some universe and thrifted it." She says.

"Kamala, where'd you get yours?"

Kamala shrugs. "I dunno. Found the jacket and embroidered the patches on."

You sigh.

"Why do you ask?" Kamala almost sarcastically asks, knowing you'll tell them what you want anyway.

"Cause I want a signature jacket but I don't have any sewing or clothing abilities." You frown.

"Mine was mostly how it came." Yelena says.

You glare at her. "Nu-uh. You added more pockets."

"That is true," she concludes as she adds more hot sauce (A/N: I literally CANNOT remember what she actually added for the life of me and I can't find the episode script anywhere, if someone could pls lmk that would be great).

"I can't just buy something, then it wouldn't be cool and authentic like all of yours." You pout.

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A few weeks later, you are lying in your bed watching something on the TV that you honestly couldn't care less about. It is 1am, you're tired but you can't sleep and you're so unexplainably lonely for no reason.

Suddenly, there's a knock on your door, literally making you jump so hard you drop the sleeve of crackers sitting next to you onto the floor.

"Shit," you whisper as you stand up, careful to avoid making the crackers a bigger mess. "Who the hell is knocking on my door at this god-forsaken hour of the morning."

By this time, the sleep deprivation has set in so you sound like a founding father turned into a goblin.

You open the door to see America standing there. Your heart immediately skips a beat. Your hair is a mess, there's crackers on the floor, and you've turned into your nightly maniac doppleganger and now your crush decides to come knocking?! Now she wants to talk?! Not all the times you deliberately dressed up when you knew she was coming over and put on makeup and brushed your teeth!

Of course. No, this makes perfect sense.

"Hi?" You try to bring your crazy voice down a few notches.

"Hi, um," she shifts. "I wanted to bring you this."

She pulls from behind her back a jean jacket hoodie (whatever those things are actually called). It has little hearts stained onto the sleeves and a few of the buttons have little smiley faces on them and embroidered to the front is your superhero logo.

You blink for a moment. America shifts again nervously.

"You uh-" she clears her throat. "You said you wanted a jacket and so I just, um, found this one and added some stuff but if you don't like it that's okay. This was stupid, I shouldn't of-"

"No," you cut her off, taking the jacket out of her hands. "I love it." You beam.

"Really?" She looks so relieved. Why is she this stressed over talking to you?

"Yes! It's so cool!" You squeal. Before you know what you're doing, your muscles move and you pull America into a hug.

You blush when you realize what you've done. But only a second later, her arms wrap around you. A little smile grows on your face.

"This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." You practically whisper. Why are you whispering? You pull out of the hug. "Thank you so much. I-"

The words die on your tongue as you see America's eyes flick down to your lips for just a second. You can feel yourself leaning closer to her and you think she's leaning too. Then, you lips connect ever so gently and sweetly.

"Ten bucks!" Kamala's voice scares both of you, causing you to bump foreheads. America's eyes immediately widen as she touches your forehead to make sure you're okay.

Your heart doesn't know what to do.

"Да пошла ты, сука. Don't be so cocky." Yelena yells back. "You only won by two days!"

"Haha," Kamala taunts. "You wish you won by two days."

"You bet on us?" You finally lay eyes on Kalama who was not even trying to hide.

"Well, yeah. Not like you wouldn't do the same if you were us."

"I'm moving out tonight." You declare, grabbing America's wrist and gently guiding her inside your door before slamming it shut.

You both burst into little giggles. You love this family.

Thx for reading, don't steal!

Hey, saw you requested to be tagged in America fics, lmk if you want to be removed @fl0r3ncewifey

Buy me a coffee?

[insomniac-astronomer]

Can you do a Kamala x reader (gender Neutral or Male) where Y/N is an edgy trauma filled teen mercenary who is dating Kamala but really emotionally stunted and doesn’t ask for much. Eventually Y/N asks if they could just cuddle. And it’s a sweet story with some wholesome romance and Y/N finally becoming vulnerable

Kamala Khan x Reader: Vulnerable? No.

Yes I can! I'm so glad to be getting traction on my Kamala fics :)

Description: Reader is feeling particularly touch-starved and struggles on how to ask their girlfriend for affection.

Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!

WARNINGS: being touch-starved, anxiety

*not my gif*

You lay down on your bed next to your girlfriend. Kamala is hugging her sloth stuffed animal and you are beginning to feel very lonely and cold.

You had never felt comfortable with human contact. Hugs make you nervous. You always feel like you do handshakes wrong. So you survived without it.

Okay, maybe you were just a little touch-starved. And right now, you are very much wishing you were the sloth.

Your heart rate increases as you look over at Kamala. She looks so peaceful watching the movie. You really don't want to bother her with something silly.

You look back at the movie, your body physically aching with the feeling of loneliness.

Damn, this sucks.

Maybe you should just ask her. But then that would mean you would have to figure out how to cuddle. And what if you did that wrong and you made it awkward?

"Why do you look so stressed? It's just Twilight." Kamala laughs, little bells floating in the air. You smile ever so slightly at the sound.

"Would it be okay if-" you pause, trying to figure out how to word it. "I mean, could-" nope. "Like, maybe we could like," you break eye contact, "cuddle?"

You brace yourself for her to laugh, but she doesn't. Instead, you hear a little squeal.

"Yay! Of course!" She immediately grabs onto you, dragging you closer to her. Your arms automatically start to freeze, but Kamala pulls them around her as if knowing you need a little guidance.

Kamala lies her head on your shoulder and curls into your side. Instead of feeling fear like you expected, you actually start to relax just a bit. Your arms tighten around your girlfriend and a little smile grows on your face.

You release the tension in your back and settle into the blankets, feeling completely at ease. You can see Kamala's huge smile.

Can I even count myself as still doing flufftober at this point?

Thx for reading, don't steal my dudes.

[insomniac-astronomer]

I have an edits channel now lol

[insomniac-astronomer]

💔 we lost someone truly special today. Harry Potter was my entire childhood. Hagrid taught us to be true to ourselves no matter what anyone else thinks. 50 years from now, kids won't know Robbie Coltrane or Alan Rickman, but they will know Hagrid and Snape. They will stay with us forever, but their souls can rest in a better place.

Robbie Coltrane, thank you for playing a character that made me happy in my darkest moments. Thank you for playing a character that became my safe place. You don't know me, but in my mind you've given me thousands of hugs. I'll keep you in my heart forever. Thank you for being a part of what saved my life.

“There’s no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.”

R.I.P. Robbie Coltrane (March 30, 1950 - October 14, 2022)