It was a rather uneventful evening for Mr. Five. He was having conflicting thoughts of late, mind drifting back to the apocalypse, back to his family, back to her.
requested by anon “Could I just request a five x reader? Any prompt you want to do is fine I just need more of your writing!”
a/n here have an idea i randomly had at 5am this morning (p.s. they’re around 17-18 in this !!)
imagine spontaneously kissing five hargreeves
“how many cups of coffee have you had this morning?” allison asked as she sat across from five at the table.
after taking a long drink, he sighed, “why?” allison gave him a deadpan look. five simply raised the cup to his lips again with a sarcastic smile just as you entered the kitchen.
when five saw your determined stride toward him, he lowered the cup back to the table and furrowed his brow just before you grabbed his collar, perched on his lap, and pressed your lips to his desperately.
five quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, brow still furrowed, but now in concentration, as he returned your fiery, instinctive kiss. allison just looked away from the scene with wide eyes, taking an innocent sip of her own coffee.
when you pulled away and stood up, you cleared your throat and wiped at your now moist lips. though your face was absolutely burning with blush, you spoke calmly, “i’ll see you guys later,” and walked right out of the kitchen like you hadn’t just blown five’s mind.
five sat up straighter, turning back toward the table with fingers pressed to his now burning lips.
“that was smooth,” allison nodded, taking another drink.
“what?” five asked breathlessly, looking up at his sister. that’s when he noticed his cup of coffee was missing. allison outright laughed as five jumped up to follow you, muttering, “that little minx..”
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You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.
It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?
I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.
((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))
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Prime Time - WIP When your best friend Chris asks you to have a child with him your choice turns your life upside down and takes you on a journey you never expected.
*Inspired by the song You`ll Never Know by Vera Lynn*
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve`s mind is whirling with thoughts about his responsibilities as an Avenger so he takes a walk to calm down his racing mind. He comes across a coffee shop with a beautiful singer who reminds him of his past life and his night changes in a way he never expected.
Warnings: None
A/N: Another late night inspiration when I have to get up early! I would recommend listening to the song of the same name while reading- link above!
It was a late night in Manhattan, summer was ending and the autumn made it`s arrival known with a cool breeze that rustled the leaves on the empty sidewalk.
Steve just had to get out of the tower, his thoughts spinning around in his head and his fellow Avengers didn`t help him process his constantly working mind.
It was a Friday night, so there were a few stragglers finishing off their night with loud drunken shouts that were shushed by the residents of the street they stumbled along.
Steve chuckled as he continued on his way, remembering the nights he used to stumble along with Bucky after having just one beer, his frail body too weak to handle too much alcohol, much to his friend`s amusement.
Now though, Steve would give anything to have the numbing effects of booze to help him calm his thoughts.
Crossing the street, Steve continued to walk aimlessly until he passed by a small coffee shop and that was when he heard a woman singing.
You’ll never know just how much I miss you
You’ll never know just how much I care
And if I tried, I still couldn’t hide my love for you
He would`ve just walked past the unassuming coffee shop if he hadn`t heard the beautiful voice.
Stopping his stroll, he turned back and entered the open doorway, seeing a few spectators who sat around small tables drinking coffee.
Beyond the multiple wooden tables, there was a tiny stage and upon it- you.
Steve`s eyes widened when he gazed at your y/h/c hair, styled in the same 1940`s fashion he loved so long ago.
You wore a simple, modern black dress but your lips, painted a bright red, reminded Steve of the victory red the nurses would wear during the war.
Continuing your song, Steve stood in the middle of the room dumbstruck, his attention completely on you and your singing.
Someone hissed something at him that sounded like, “sit down you idiot” and Steve shuffled to grab the nearest seat.
You ought to know, for haven’t I told you so
A million or more times?
You went away and my heart went with you
If Steve thought alcohol would stall his thoughts earlier, he was sorely mistaken.
All he needed was to listen to your crooning voice that reminded him so much of his past life.
I speak your name in my every prayer
If there is some other way to prove that I love you
I swear I don’t know how
“Sir, can I get you a coffee?” the waitress came over to ask Steve but he refused to tear his eyes away from you.
“Sir?” she tried again but failed. With a huff, she left Steve who continued to listen with an awestruck expression on his face..
If there is some other way to prove that I love you
I swear I don’t know how
You’ll never know if you don’t know now
You finished your song and Steve stood up, applauding your performance with much more enthusiasm than the other audience members.
“Thank you” you spoke into the mic.
“Even her speaking voice is beautiful” Steve thought
“Well folks, my set is over. Thanks for being a great audience” you bent down to grab your phone from the speaker and placed it in the bag that sat on the speaker itself.
Steve froze, even at 100 years old, he still couldn`t bring himself to speak to a beautiful woman.
You were talking to the waitress and she handed you over some bills before you made your way to the door.
“Now or never” Steve muttered to himself.
You were walking towards him on your way to the door when your eyes met his.
Steve lost his voice when he looked into your y/e/c eyes, they shone bright even in the crappy coffee shop lighting.
“I love your voice” he breathed out and you stopped just in front of him.
“Oh thank you! Not many people appreciate my music choice” you shrugged, smiling at the handsome stranger.
“That was one of my favorite songs when it came out” Steve grinned but it fell when he realized what he said.
“What…” you frowned, “no way…you`re Captain America!” your eyes widened.
“Steve Rogers” Steve held his hand out.
“Y/N Y/L/N” you shook his hand, both of you ignoring the spark you felt from the others touch.
He nodded and shifted from one foot to the other, not sure how to continue speaking to you when he felt like his heart would explode out of his chest from it`s fast rhythm.
“Have a good night Steve” you smiled, hoisting your bag up your shoulder a little before walking past him to the street.
Steve was frozen for few minutes before he rushed to catch you up.
“Wait!” he yelled down the street.
You turned around to see him rushing towards you.
“Can I walk you home?” he asked, not even out of breath from his jog.
“I`d like that, I`m only a few blocks away” you gestured down the street and Steve nodded.
Steve couldn`t help but notice how beautiful you looked under the street lights and he yearned to know more about you.
“What got you into the music of that era?” Steve questioned, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“My grandma, she loved listening to Vera Lynn, Peggy Lee and Perry Como. She would play those records over and over. I guess I picked up her love for the greats” you smiled, your eyes watery.
“What happened…if you don`t mind me asking” Steve added quickly.
“No no, of course not. She passed away when I was sixteen from cancer. She was my best friend and performing this music, I can carry a piece of her with me” you looked towards Steve.
“I`m sorry to hear that. I`m sure she was a great gal, and I gotta say, she has a wonderful granddaughter” Steve nudged you lightly with his arm.
Even with the night sky and dim street lights, he could see your blush.
“This is me” you pointed at the apartment building.
Steve took his hands out of his pockets, “that was quick” he looked disappointed.
There was an awkward pause so you said goodnight to him and turned towards your building.
“Wait” you heard from behind you.
“You okay Steve?” you asked, strolling back to him.
“Yes…no…I didn`t ask you out” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck as his nerves got the better of him.
“I wouldn`t say no if you did” you bit your lip, refraining from smiling at the attractive super solider.
“Do you want to go out sometime?” he asked and you nodded.
“How about dinner tomorrow at 7? I know a great little diner that serves the best milkshakes” you suggested.
“That sounds great” he agreed and you rifled through your bag to get a piece of paper to write down your number.
“Here you go” you handed him the paper and he placed it in his jacket pocket over his heart.
“I`ll pick you up here” he told you, grinning.
“See you tomorrow Steve” you smiled.
The was another pause between you, not awkward like the first one. This one had a spark of possibility.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked and you nodded.
His lips met yours, chapped from the cool weather but you didn`t mind, the electricity between you made you melt.
The kiss was short but held the promise of more to come.
Steve pulled away and you giggled.
“What?” he blushed, nervous he had done something wrong.
“You have my lipstick-” you reach up and swipe the red from his lips.
“Oh” he chuckled and wiped his lips with his jacket sleeve.
Laughing you say, “See you tomorrow, goodnight Steve”
You wave at him as you head into your building.
“Goodnight Y/N” Steve yells and just stands there outside of your apartment block with a grin on his face.
Under the street light, Steve realized that his thoughts were no longer swirling around his head because you had become his only thought tonight.
A post-Thor: The Dark World Loki x Reader Adventure
Summary: Iceland is nice - sure, you probably should’ve picked a time of year when the weather was a little warmer, but it isn’t too bad, and at least you’re away from your desk job, right? It’s a pretty big adventure.
You’ve always said that you wanted more adventure in your life.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9| Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35 | Part 36 | Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40 | Part 41 | Part 42 | Part 43 | Part 44 | Part 45 | Part 46 | Part 47 | Part 48 | Part 49 | Part 50 | Part 51 | Part 52 | Part 53 | Part 54 | Part 55 | Part 56 | Part 57 | Part 58 | Part 59 | Part 60 + Epilogue
Also find it on Ao3! [link] ❄️
Flurries:
(AUs/Alternate Endings/Oneshots/Deleted Scenes)
Paper Planes
Hail to the Queen
Sand
Spank
Spring Fever
A Royal Spooning
Another Royal Spooning
They keep going by @apurpletrashcan
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Art:
Gjálp & Greip by @acaprioglino
Býleistr by @acaprioglino
Hrossþjófr, Býleistr, Greip, & Gjálp Portraits by @acaprioglino (commission them)!
In-Unga by @acaprioglino
In-Unga by @the-republic-and-face-of-texas
First Meeting *animation* by @blackrose9794
Visiting Asgard *comic* by @blackrose9794
The Final Showdown by @francisketches
In-Unga by @demilovr247-blog
In-Unga by @luisaskywalker
Loki & In-Unga by @im-way-too-many-fandoms
Loki & In-Unga have a bonding moment by @jelly-draws
Greip & Hrossþjófr (by me)
Loki & In-Unga by @kin-1870
Loki & Drottning by AsgardianDaisy
In-Unga in the Gown by @lukeios
In-Unga & Her Hat by @theliesmithsdaughter
In-Unga’s Outfit by @apurpletrashcan
Various In-Ungas by @kason-nvidiade-art
In-Unga’s Asgardian Dress by @allthelovefromstylesxx
SUMMARY: y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.
WARNINGS: smut, violence, angst, fluff, swearing, dom/sub undertones, age gap (between reader and sebastian
PLAYLISTS: here and here
PRELUDE
CHAPTER 01
CHAPTER 02
CHAPTER 03
CHAPTER 04
CHAPTER 05
CHAPTER 06
CHAPTER 07
CHAPTER 08
CHAPTER 09
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
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