#anonrequests

[kiankiwi]

just wanted to say I love your writing sm!! 💗💗

I was wondering if I could request a cg!elvis (specifically big daddy elvis 👀) with a little reader where she is in the swimming pool at Graceland and acting very bratty and refusing to get out. elvis gets her favorite things, stuffies, toys etc. to bribe her out of the pool but she still refuses, then he promises her cuddles and she finally gets out and he wraps her in a big towel and they hug for a while by the pool🥺

THANK YOU SO MUCH you have no idea what that means to me <3333 Feedback is always loved. 70's E coming right up!:

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You and E were having a day together and it was wonderful weather so you and E were lounging in the pool. You had been in here for hours and were starting to get pruney. E had noticed you were getting pruney as well and in fact it was time for your nap as well so he figured it was finally time to get out and dry off.

"Time's up baby, time to go in and get in your jammies!" You stopped your splashing, trying to read Elvis's face to see if he was just kidding or not. "No, I wanna play." Elvis stands up from his beach chair and walks to the edge of the pool crouching down to talk to you. "I know you want to play baby but you're getting pruney lovie. And it's time for a nap. C'mon bubs you can get all warm and cozy and have some snuggles, huh?"

You back up and lean back, positioning your hands as if you're going to splash Elvis. Elvis raises his eyebrows and puts his hands up to somewhat defend himself from the water. "You better not splash me, Y/N. Don't even think about it." You eye him for a minute before backing away from the idea, but still not getting out of the pool like your daddy asked, going over to grab the ball in the air to make it splash once it comes back to you.

Elvis sighs and walks into the house thinking bribery is the only thing he can think of to get you out of that pool. Usually when you notice him walk away from you, you lose it screaming and crying but you're so caught up in playing that you don't notice he left until he comes back with your favorite blankie over his shoulder and your favorite stuffie in his hand. He shakes it to catch your eye.

"Hey baby, who's this? Wanna come hug your friend? He told me he missed you!" You eye your favorite plushie and oooh do you want to snuggle your face into your blankie but you look around at all the toys in the pool and how nice the water feels on your tanning skin. "No daddy I stay here. Play here."

Elvis has to supress a groan and he tosses your blankie and your stuffy on the beach chair and turns back to you and you scream. "Hey! Don't throw Bubbles! Be gentle daddy!" You're angry now. And you glare at him so he knows it. Elvis keeps trying to coax you gently. "C'mon baby don't you want snuggles? Snuggles with daddy?" Elvis can tell you're actually considering it but at the last second you scream, "NO! PLAY!" Elvis groans, "You little--" Elvis stops to pace a bit and then gets down on all fours by the edge of the pool and reaches out, grabbing your arm and pulling you toward him, picking you up. "Enough, you little monster. We're going night-night then we can play some more later."

You try to wiggle out of his hold and you try to use the advantage that the pool water makes you slippery but you're daddy is prepared that you're gonna start flailing and catches you every which way you go. "No, no, no. We're going in. No negotiations." He knows that too big a word for you to understand in your headspace but you do understand the word no and the fact that he literally just pulled you out of the pool. Elvis takes you to the edge of the sliding patio doors where he meets Jerry who's ready and armed with a warm fluffy towel. Elvis holds you and Jerry wraps the towel around you, tucking it around you securly while you just cry and cry into your daddy's shoulder.

"Oh I know, I know it's the end of the world, I know baby." Jerry chuckles, rubbing your back a bit to comfort and dry you a bit before you go into the house to get ready for naptime.

Eventually after about fifteen minutes of Elvis patting your back and swaying you back and forth still outside, you finally quiet down, just hiccuping and sniffling.

"We doing better, honey?" Elvis asks as he pulls back to look at your face. And sure enough, you're dozing in his shoulder. Elvis chuckles. "Of course little one. All that upsetness and now you're passed out. Jer look at 'er." Elvis walks over to Jerry who's laying up in a beach chair and turns so that he can see you passed out on your daddy's shoulder. "Oh my gosh.." Both the men chuckle and chuckle even more when you feel Elvis's chest move with laughter and you whine at him, wanting to be still. "Sorry lovie."

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I was writing about sunshine and pools while I see snow falling lol

I hope you enjoyed! I hope it was okay <33

I also love how 70's e can be the most stern <3

If you have any ideas or requests let me know <333333

Happy reading

[bridgertonhouse]

Hi, how are you? Do you take requests? Can you gif the popbuzz interview, the part India and Corey say "ain't nobody is shaking"

I hope this is what you were asking for 🥰

[paintfroge]

Them kis...

[broadway-june]

heya! don't mind me tumbling in with this... request in my hands!! whoa!!! thank you for your request anon, i hope you enjoy it, and to everyone who is not anon, feel free to enjoy it too! Lyrics below! (oh and like, the original song is by Shania Twain, just in case XP)

Let's go, girls! Come on!

I'm going out tonight I'm feelin' alright party til it all runs out Wanna make some noise Hardly raise my voice Yeah, I wanna scream and shout No inhibitions Make no conditions Get a little outta line I ain't gonna act, according to the plot I only wanna have a good time

The best thing about being an Egbert Is the prerogative to have a little fun and…

Oh-oh-oh, go totally crazy Forget I’m a lady Slimer shirt, khaki skirt Oh-oh-oh, really go wild Yeah, doin' it in style Oh-oh-oh, get in the action Feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh-oh-oh, I wanna be free Yeah, to feel the way I feel Man! I feel like a Egbert!

This girl need a break Can’t stomach one more cake Throw it out, with the clown We don't need romance We only wanna dance We're gonna let our hair hang down

The best thing about being an Egbert Is the prerogative to have a little fun and…

Oh-oh-oh, go totally crazy Forget I’m a lady Slimer shirt, khaki skirt Oh-oh-oh, really go wild Yeah, doin' it in style Oh-oh-oh, get in the action Feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh-oh-oh, I wanna be free Yeah, to feel the way I feel Man! I feel like an Egbert!

Oh, oh Uh-huh Oh, yeah

The best thing about being an Egbert Is the prerogative to have a little fun (Fun, fun)

Oh-oh-oh, go totally crazy Forget I’m a lady Slimer shirt, khaki skirt Oh-oh-oh, really go wild Yeah, doin' it in style Oh-oh-oh, get in the action Feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh-oh-oh, I wanna be free Yeah, to feel the way I feel Man! I feel like an Egbert!

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah I get totally crazy Can you feel it? Come, come, come on, baby! I feel like an Egbert!

[riottsrph]

may i request these plz & tysm? imgur(.)com/a/vHeGvEP

hiiii ANON !!  thank you for requesting !! i don't know the name of this person so i couldn't make a proper post but yeah.

[approximately-32-leafcutter-ants]

You got a gold star ! (As per anon request)

by all the leucoagaricus in the colony we never expected this!

we are flattered and shall put this in the nest next to the queens and our baseball card of zambrano

[medicinalkiwis]

Hello there, medicinalkiwis here!

My name is Kiwi, I mostly occasionally reblog random stuff relating to writing, gaming, or art, and I am a writer who constantly has ideas mucking about in my head. I'm afraid I haven't ever actually finished anything, though I do have several ideas bouncing around in my head that I plan to actually work on.

I do not approve of my writing to be used to train AI. Thank you.

I consider myself part of many "fandoms" including (primarily) several different anime such as Haikyuu, My Hero Academia, and ; the popular tv show Supernatural; video games like Stardew Valley, Baldur's Gate 3, and Skyrim; and certain YouTubers such as Markiplier, Sam and Colby, and YuuriVoice; and many others. However, I should make it clear that I simply watch the anime in particular and do not keep up with fandom drama that I only hear about much later.

Masterlist:

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I am willing to take questions relating to what I write or just general questions about anything, as well as requests for one shots or series that anyone wants to see. Please refer to the list under the cut to understand the things I will and will not write for. Feel free to let me know if there's something you're interested in that is not on the list!

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Reblogs will not be given a specific tag, but may be tagged with my thoughts on whatever is reblogged

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Below the cut will be a list of things I will and will not write when taking requests. If you are unsure about something or have questions, feel free to ask!

Warning: Darker themes referenced below the cut. More may be added to each list later on.

"☆" means it is something I will write. "×" means it is something I will not.

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☆ Fluff

☆ Angst

☆ Smut (kinks must be discussed please)

☆ Hurt/comfort

☆ Self inserts

☆ Reader inserts

☆ Oc x canon

☆ Oc x oc

☆ Canon x canon

☆ Friends to lovers

☆ Strangers to lovers

☆ Enemies to lovers, so long as it doesn't include themes from the "no" list

☆ Some mental health related content

☆ Referenced past DV

☆ Aftercare

☆ Omegaverse

☆ Some humanoid non-humans (e.g. shifters such as werewolves and dragons, Khajiit, Argonians, Driinkiin race mod for Skyrim, certain aliens)

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× Excessive blood/gore/violence

× Currently abusive relationships or DV

× Horror

× Kinks related to what goes into a toilet

× Incest/stepcest

× Smut with underage or loli characters or

× Dubcon/noncon

× Mindbreak

× Forcing a character to do something they don't want to, i.e. rape

× Furries or bestiality

× Aliens like the necromorphs or zenomorphs (not sure if I spelled that right lol

[pjisskullourful]

i have a stained sheets request 🫶🫶 what if the reader was misbehaving so as punishment damiano ties her up (maybe even edges her with a vibe but she’s not allowed to cum 🤨) and makes her watch while he jerks himself off 😼

ooooh i like this! i feel like i can work this in to go with the anonrequest of her being bratty leading to overstim as punishment, to be chapter 23

[lemonluvgirl]

The Nudist

An Everlark short drabble (expanded)

He was doing it. Again.

 Katniss ground her teeth in frustration as she peeked out from her bathroom window.

Her beautiful blond neighbor was swimming in the lake that fell smack dab in the middle of both their property lines.

Naked.

 Again.

 She closed her eyes and turned away from the window, biting her lip. She was sure he was doing it on purpose this time.

 The infuriating nudist bastard.

 He was taking extra slow laps around the lake, as if inviting her to ogle him. Katniss hated to admit it, but it was a very tempting sight. He wasn't the tallest man in the world, he was more average height, but he was certainly well built, and taller than her small frame and very muscular.

 His arms and legs were almost as thick as tree trunks and his chest was a solid wall of toned muscle leading down to his eye-catchingly trim waist and hips. His back was broad and powerful, with muscles that rippled with every stroke he took. And his backside…well she was embarrassed to admit she’d thought about what it would feel like to bite down on one of those perfectly rounded, exquisite fleshy globes quite a number of times. She hated to even think about the few times she’d caught a glimpse of his entire front, as he was getting in and out of the lake. 

 Suffice to say he was thick and well sculpted all over. 

 That was saying nothing of his face, which was unfairly handsome. She had almost bitten her tongue the first time they spoke, when she was arrested by his brilliant blue eyes that sparkled more than the waters of their crystalline lake in the bright sunshine. His slightly over long blond hair curled at the ends and bunched up around his ears but framed his face adorably and added to his boyish charm. He also had a mesmerizing smile, with one imperfectly perfect dimple that peeked out on the left side. 

 But as nice as he was to look at, the man was a terrific pain in the ass. 

 She’d asked him countless times now to not swim naked in the morning and each time he’d brushed off her requests. The first time she’d suggested he wear swimming trunks he very matter-of-factly told her he didn’t own any and then he’d walked away whistling a care-free tune. The next day when she’d suggested he just keep his boxers on he’d shook his head and said ‘no thanks’, and had gone back to painting the side of his house. Everytime she had made a request for more propriety he had responded with amused refusal. 

 Finally they’d had it out when she had demanded that he stop swimming naked. 

 “I’ve lived here all my life, and I’ve been swimming in the lake for almost that long. I’m not going to change my routine just because you’re a little prudish.” He had replied with an infuriating smirk and lazy drawl. 

 “I’m not a prude!” 

 “Oh, no? Well, someone who has such strict rules about what other people can and can’t wear while swimming on their own property doesn’t really seem like the flexible sort.” 

 “I’m flexible! Very flexible!” She’d shouted back and then had blushed at the amused grin he shot her, not noticing the double meaning until he’d smiled at her. She had only grown more flustered by his immature humor. 

 “I just don’t want to be greeted every morning by your male nakedness polluting the lake, which by the way is half mine according to the property lines!” She’d shouted at him. 

 “Oh, so it's not nudity that offends you, but it's the fact that I’m a guy. Ok, well, it's this simple. Just don’t look. Or, pretend I’m a girl. Whatever gets you going, Sweetheart.” He’d replied with a disgusting little wink and then just walked away, leaving her fuming and irritated. 

She’d stomped the very short distance home (25 yards to be exact) and angrily cleaned her kitchen and living room from top to bottom in hopes of de-stressing, but to no avail. Then she’d stayed awake tossing and turning all night, finally coming up with a plan to get back at the smug asshole right before 1am. 

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, hair pulled back into a high ponytail and dressed only in a fluffy green bathrobe and slippers. She really wasn’t all that big or particularly pretty in her opinion, but she did have surprise on her side.

 Her cheeks pinked as she second guessed her strategy. It had seemed brilliant last night but this morning she wasn’t sure if she could go through with it. 

She looked quickly and carefully once more out the window and found him staring up at her, and waving like cocky little shit. 

“Fuck it.” Katniss said to her own reflection and rushed downstairs to grab her yoga mat, earbuds, and cell phone. She paused at the back door that led out of the kitchen and subsequently to the lake, and left her robe hanging on a hook by the door. 

She exited the house completely naked except for the yoga mat and her green slippers which she promptly slipped off after setting up her mat on a patch of newly trimmed grass directly beside the lake shore. 

She peeked up and saw him coming back around to her side to rest after his last lap. It was only a matter of time. She thought as she very slowly and deliberately switched on her music and closed her eyes while she stretched out. 

She hadn’t intended to imply she was physically flexible during their argument yesterday but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. She was an avid outdoor enthusiast, and she loved yoga. In fact she would have been out in the yard most mornings doing exactly that if it hadn’t been for her naked neighbor practicing his backstroke most mornings. 

Katniss decided then and there not to let him chase her away from enjoying her own yard any longer. 

She closed her eyes, concentrated on her music and the beginning poses, and blocked everything else out. It wasn’t until she felt someone yank an earbud out of her ear that she broke out of her meditative state. 

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Peeta stood off to the side, a white towel clinging to his slim hips. His chest was heaving and his face was red. 

“It’s called yoga, and good morning to you too.” Katniss replied coolly as she rose into her high dragon pose.

His nostrils flared and he gaped at her for a moment. Katniss revelled internally with satisfied triumph. She wasn’t the curviest woman around, but he was still a guy. Nakedness had to affect him on some level. She sank down into her swan pose in one smooth motion. 

She looked over at him again, noticing the way his eyes flicked down her body momentarily, lingering for just a fraction of a second longer on her breasts before flicking away, almost as if he was fighting with himself. She felt like his gaze set her on fire under her skin. 

She knew why his eyes had zeroed in on her breasts. Her nipples had hardened from the breezy morning air. Maybe from his gaze on her as well. She fought the urge to cover her breasts, tramped it right down. She wasn’t really comfortable displaying her body like this, before him or anyone for that matter, but she ignored the discomfort and the morning chill. She had a point to prove after all, that two could play this game, or whatever it was that she and Peeta were doing. 

He just stood there, trying not to look at her. But he was failing spectacularly. She could feel his eyes tearing themselves away and subsequently reattaching themselves to her body when she switched into a supported fish pose. She wasn’t even following any traditional pose progressions by this point. She was just winging it. 

She had specifically chosen that particular pose just to watch him squirm. The move pushed her chest out as she arched her back in what she was sure was a softcore pornographic image. 

She turned her head to catch him staring wide eyed and slack jawed at her naked chest heaving as she stretched upwards, in the highest arch she could. 

“Can I help you with something?” Katniss suppressed the urge to smirk as she asked him with one arched eyebrow. Peeta seemed to realize he had been caught, and his mouth snapped shut. 

 She saw the muscles tighten in his jaw, as well as his pretty blue eyes narrow. She felt her body respond, her abdominal muscles clenching in an effort to relieve the ache building up inside of her. She didn’t know why she was both mortified that he was seeing her naked and simultaneously getting aroused by it. 

“It seems like you’re going to great lengths to get back at me, neighbor. But did you ever think that your nudity wouldn’t bother me?” He said in a measured and even tone. 

Katniss looked up at him for a second, and tried to hide her worry. The soothing instrumental music playing through the one earbud she still had on, did nothing to calm her quickening pulse. 

She had known that her plan was risky, a gamble, really. But she had counted on the fact that Peeta was more of a jerk than a creep. In fact, the way he seemed to try to look anywhere but her naked body, even while he professed that it didn’t bother him made her feel better. 

She examined him a little closer and noticed that the vein in the side of his neck was fluttering like he had just run a mile, and while he had just finished swimming she liked to think she was part of the reason his blood was still pounding. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to enjoy the backyard, and the beautiful morning. Same as you.” She said as she quickly transitioned into a butterfly pose and plopped her head down between her legs so she wouldn’t give him too much of a show. 

“Oh, don’t play dumb Katniss. You know exactly what you’re doing. And I’m here to tell you it won’t work. So enjoy the mosquitoes and your bare ass yoga.” Peeta said in an angry and caustic tone and Katniss peeked up from her pose to watch him begin to walk away, towel slung dangerously low on his sexy hips. 

“I will!” She called out angrily before flexing up quickly into the easy pose. She watched him retreat inside his house and felt momentarily vindicated before she looked down at her phone and realized this was right around the time he stopped swimming anyways and got ready for work. She frowned, wondering if she succeeded in making him uncomfortable at all. 

She contemplated packing up her mat and heading inside but that felt too much like admitting defeat. Despite his threat of mosquitoes, there actually weren’t any bothering her. So instead she powered through her remaining poses. Making sure to keep her body in profile in relation to his house and windows the whole time, not wanting to perform something like wide-legged forward bend, or downward dog where he would be able to see ‘the whole kitty’ if he looked outside. 

Right around the time she was in savasana pose, she heard his door open up and she willed herself not to react. 

“You have a lady bug stuck under your right breast.” He said in a perfectly calm and collected voice as he passed her on his way back towards the lake shore. 

Katniss reached down quickly and with a gasp discovered that she indeed did have a small bug stuck under her boob. She quickly scooped the bug up and set it down on a leaf so it could crawl away. 

Then she turned around and scowled at his back as he continued to look away from her. 

“I thought you were going to work.” She bit out the words more angrily than she intended. 

“I am. Just came back for this.” Peeta said, holding up his water bottle and giving it a little shake.  He had no doubt forgotten it when he left to get dressed earlier. 

Katniss huffed indignantly and turned away from him, sitting up to finish doing her cool down stretches. 

“What about you? Don’t you have work? Or are you just gonna hang out naked all day in the backyard?” He asked her in a gruff tone before turning back around to walk over. 

She felt more vulnerable now that he was dressed and she was not, and she felt herself begin to sweat more despite the still cool morning. But she tried not to let it get the better of her. 

“It’s my day off, so I can do whatever I want. Maybe I’ll go for a swim after this.” She said, giving him a pointed look. 

She almost missed the way his mouth turned down into a slight, barely detectable frown. 

“Well, have fun then.” Peeta told her after a moment. Then, with a small wave, he headed off in the direction of the front of his house where his car was parked. 

“You too, buddy!” Katniss called out in a falsely friendly tone before standing up to go cool off in the lake. She felt like she needed a good cold dip to calm the heat that seemed to linger under her skin when she remembered his eyes on her naked body, and the way his deep voice stirred up something inside of her best left dormant. 

She completely missed the backwards glance he cast at her before he swore softly under his breath and tore his eyes away from her tantalizingly naked backside and forced himself to exit the backyard and head off for work. 

[greyfongschemmenti]

I can never know how to write >1k one shots. My writing is always long. 

I am working on the prompts though. 

They are currently at 3k each and they aren’t close to done. D:

[hail-the-blood-on-my-face]

//I wanna write a short story based on songs that you like! You wanna make a request? Go on! Don't be shy!

[kiankiwi]

here comes some conceptd

imagine baby e just trying to get out of his crib, like baby just climbs until he gets out and inmediatamente starts to crawl/stumble around until we find him. or baby getting out of the playpen and going to the kitchen, maybe he gets messy bc like he found something like honey or nutella, etc.

and when we get home baby is just with his diaper and eating something with his hands lol but when little e sees us he gets so happy

You knew something was wrong as soon as you came back from greeting fans at the gate and getting the mail... When you left you had put Elvis in his giant playpen so that he'd be occupied and safe while you went down to get the mail but now he was nowhere to be found. Oh no, this is bad. You tune your ears to try to figure out where he is. "Elvis? Baby, where'd you go?" You're searching the living room to see if he's hiding and starting a game of impromptu hide and seek. But you finally know where he is when you hear something dropping on the floor and a very quiet "Uh oh!" You peek into the kitchen to find Elvis sitting on the floor in the kitchen in just a t-shirt and he has his hands stuck in a big jar of nutella for breakfast. "Oh jeez, El. Baby, why?" You ask. Elvis squeaks when he notices you and turns giving you the biggest goofiest smile. As if to say, 'Nothing is wrong here, mama, I swear I wasn't getting into anything'. You lean your head back to the ceiling, taking a deep breath trying to figure out what to do.

First things first, get the nutella away from him. You take the nutella from him and when you grab it, he tightens his hold on it not wanting you to take it away from him and whines at you. "No baby, that's enough okay? You know you shouldn't have gotten out of your playpen. Now you're a mess!" Elvis whines and looks down at his messy hands, refusing to meet your eyes.

You set the nutella jar high on the counter so he can't reach it again and wet a washcloth from the linen closet and attacking Elvis's hands and face with it. He dares to groan at you and attempt to wiggle away from you. "No, no, you did this to yourself, bud."

You eventually get him cleaned up and pick him up, taking him back to the playpen, and setting him in it. "Ten minutes time out bud and then all is good okay? I gotta clean up the kitchen now okay?" Elvis pouts at you but amazingly lets you leave the room, watching you as you walk away.

Just as you're finishing cleaning up his mess and all the nutella, you hear Elvis whining for you and slamming his open palms on the carpet to get your attention. "Hold on, baby, I'm still here. You still have five minutes." You come back into the living room and sit at the white couch with a book, refusing to look at Elvis until he's at least don with timeout to remind him he's there for a reason. Elvis quiets down, just happy you're there where he can see you.

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I hope this was okay <3

[loving-all-for-loki]

May I request a little something? Reader is an employee at the compound and is super shy.. and gets teased by some of the other agents relentlessly. One of the male agents gets kind of aggressive to her because she’s walking through the training area and he starts shoving her saying how she doesn’t belong. But not realizing why she’s there; she’s meeting Loki for a lunch date and he sees someone unworthy treating his lover like trash. If you don’t mind 🥺

A/N: Omg, totally, I had so much trouble figuring out which Avenger would be this mean, but also I feel like Steve would go to the gym to let off some angry steam so I went with him. Two things: The beginning is slow so I apologize and second, I did change lunch date to dinner for continuity. <3 It might seem a bit chunky because I did write some of this last night while I was tired, so I'm sorry if the quality isn’t the greatest.

Also, you're my first request, this notification made me very happy. Request as much as you want :)

You Belong

Loki x reader

Word count: 2201

Warnings: small mention of violence, mean!Steve, Loki fluff

Y/D/N - your dog’s name

It’s not like you hate working at the tower. In fact, it’s the best job you’ve gotten in a year considering you’ve been doing retail work for six years, but as soon as you heard about an opening at the Stark Tower, you resigned and applied.

Simple enough, your job includes watching security cameras and sitting at a desk. Sure, you’re a receptionist, but not much happens so you usually go on your phone and smile at the Avengers as they enter the building. You’re not complaining since you’re not the most outgoing person and the gods know what would happen if you were to have to interact with any of the Avengers (probably you spilling coffee on them or stumbling over your words). Most people don’t believe you when you tell them your job, but after a couple of your friends brought you lunch and crossed paths with the heroes, they stopped teasing you.

You’ve always admired the heroes. Steve, Captain America. You were told stories about him when growing up so when news broke out that he was alive, you became a fanatic. Then came along Tony Stark who famously announced his status as Iron Man and then the presence of an actual god, aka Thor.

They’ve been okay with you in the past. You thought that because they were Earth’s Mightiest heroes that they’d be nice to you, but they often shit all over you. You’ve attempted to say hi to them before, but you get mixed reactions every time.

“Good morning Clint.” … .“Even my deafness can’t drown out your annoying voice.”

“Good afternoon Thor.” …. “Earthling.”

“Mr. Rogers, there’s a package for-” … . “just send it to the floor. No need for conversation.”

Bucky, who is known to most of the world as the quiet boy, will wave and say hi every so often. You think he only likes you only because of your quiet nature, not freaking out over them or treating them like gods. The other Avengers ignore your gestures. Most of the people in the building will get ignored if they attempt to talk to any of them, or if they make the mistake and attempt to approach Tony Stark who will insult them then demand them to pick up his dry cleaning. You’ve been on the wrong end of his antics before, but it’s amusing to watch him mess with people who don’t know not to talk to him.

The attack on New York was the most memorable day, not because of the debut of the Avengers, but because of the introduction of Loki. Everyone was scared, not knowing what his intentions were until the creatures came. You remember working that day at the Tower when they came flooding down. Windows broke and people were going crazy.

Like the idiot you are, you just hid under the desk and hoped for the best. You could hear the screams and echoes of crying around you. It felt like hours before they were gone. Finally gaining the strength to come out of hiding, you found the US army in the building with Loki in handcuffs. You got a good look at the god before he made eye contact with you.

Ten seconds felt like ten minutes as the two of you stared at each other. You couldn’t tell his facial expression due to the muzzle like thing over his face, but the way he looked at you made butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t decide if he scared you or intrigued you. He sized you up, either in case he needed to fight you or he was checking you out. Then came more action.

There were double agents then Loki was gone. You weren’t even sure what to make of it. Months went by without the sight or even talk of Loki. Life went by like normal with the Avengers coming and going and your coworkers bitching about something that you didn’t concern yourself with.

Loki showed up one day out of the blue. Most people got nervous, but you felt the same feeling as the first time you saw him. You couldn’t even give him the same smile or wave as the others for a day or two, not wanting to look stupid in front of the powerful god. Picking up bits and pieces from eavesdropping on Mr. Stark, you found out Loki was staying with the avengers for a while as punishment for New York.

The thought of having to see the black haired god every day made you excited. There was something about him that was different from the rest. Maybe it was his power, or confidence, or even the way that he dressed. After a while, you mustered up the strength to wave to him as he entered the building, which shocked him the first time. He politely waved back, but then it became a habit. Then him buying you a coffee became a habit.

The first time you saw him drop coffee off by you was thrilling. You two became more than what you had with the other Avengers, every so often he’d even stop and talk to you for a moment. He learned your name, dog’s name, even your grandmothers. Your coworkers were stunned by the interactions, given the fact that you’ve never talked to any of them.

“Y/N.”

You look up to see the god saunter over you with a coffee in hand, Thor following close behind.

“I was wondering something.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you have a boyfriend, by any chance?”

“Of course she doesn’t. Have you seen… her?” Thor teases

“Go away, you lug.”

Thor rolls his eyes at Loki as he walks away, watching you two with a suspicious eye.

“I’m sorry for my oaf brother.”

“You don’t have to apologize. The Avengers see me as a burden.”

“That’s not right. You’ve been nothing but helpful, at least sine we’ve known each other.”

“I’m glad someone feels that way.”

“Anyways, you didn’t answer my question. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You felt the heat in your cheeks as he asked the question and hoped Loki doesn’t see your embarrassed rosy tint. Although you try to not let the heroes get to you, Thor is right. You have no chance of getting a boyfriend.

“I’m not… I uh.. No, I guess. No, I don’t.”

“Wonderful, so I take it you have no plans tonight?”

“Uh, no, I don’t.”

“Perfect. Meet me in the Avenger’s living quarters at seven. Wear something nice.”

Loki’s words linger in your head all day until you’re in your bedroom picking out something to wear. You know Loki, he’s flashy, bold. Nothing you own is flashy or bold enough to match him, but he also said something nice so is flashy and bold the way to go? You let out a frustrated sigh when your dog comes to the sound. He starts licking your face, sending you into a laughing frenzy.

“I know, Y/D/N, you make things better sometimes.”

You pet him for another moment before returning to the current dilemma. Searching through your closet, you pick out a simple black truffle dress knowing black will work for any occasion. You settle on some gold earrings and red lipstick. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you pray to whatever god that you’re not overdoing or overthinking the situation.

The night floods over New York as you drive to the Avengers tower. Every possible circumstance flows through your head. Good ones like Loki being into you, the date going well, possibly marrying him one day. Then the bad ones like this are set up, he’s going to be rude, he’s going to be demanding and pushy. As you pull up to a red light, you slam your forehead on the steering wheel. What are you doing to yourself? This is the god of lies, mischief, after all. There’s no way this will be some normal date he asked you on.

Oh my god, he asked you on a date. You’re going on an actual date with an actual god.

You pull up to the tower and park. Bringing yourself up the courage, you get out and make your way inside. Most of the workers are gone besides the security and one receptionist, Katie, who is by far your least favorite coworker. She stares at you in shock at your appearance.

“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that, missy?”

You get all flushed by her teasing, heading straight towards the elevator with hopes of no more interruptions. The attention you got from her was already too much. What if Loki makes a big deal? What if he goes on for what feels like hours about how you look? What if he doesn’t say anything? What if you’re not what he expected?

Trying to shake away the negative thoughts impaling your brain, you walk off the elevator as the doors open. Looking around, you realize you don’t really know where the living quarters are. You’ve never been on their floors before. Most of the time, the elevator won’t take anyone but the Avengers up there due to Tony Stark's well made A.I that practically runs the tower.

You wander the floor slowly, taking in every sight as you walk. You silently thank yourself for wearing small heels since you could hear a pin drop. The large windows display the night sky so well, showing every inch of New York below you. The light from the moon shines in the hallway as you make your way down.

A large thumping sound comes from the end of the hallway, drawing your attention to it and away from the scenery. Slowly, you make your way over to the sound, hoping it’s an indication of where you need to go, but it’s not like you know any better. The sound staggers, going off every so often but not consistently. You wander your way to a room with the door wide open, the sound emanating from it.

You peek in to see Captain America going at it on the punching bag. He’s shirtless so the lights reflect right off the sweat dripping down his body. You’ve always known the serum made him this buff super soldier, but the way his body is completely… perfect… is beyond you. Steve stops for a moment and turns around.

“What are you doing here?”

“I-”

“You shouldn’t be here. This floor is for Avengers only.”

“I was just meeting-”

“What with Tony? Are you just another one of his booty calls? I know you don’t speak much, since you’re all ‘shy’ and that,” Steve says, putting a sarcastic emphasis on ‘shy’, “but sorry to burst your bubble. Stark doesn’t date his receptionists.”

You are stunned into silence. In all of the teasing you’ve received from the Avengers, you’ve never had any of them treat you like this. You freeze up, not knowing what to say or even do besides fiddle with your fingers.

“Nat was right. You’re just some dumb secratary.”

That was the final blow. You back up quite quickly and go back down the hallway. You try to not mess up your makeup as you cry the whole way there. Steve’s scoffing is still able to be heard down the hallways until he comes up to you. He pushes you over, stumbling over your heels, as he walks away, muttering about you not belonging there.

As Loki exits his room, he hears a muffled cry from somewhere off in the distance. He wanders the halls to see you walking slowly towards him, trying to contain your tears. Anger eters his body as he storms towards you, raging at whoever or whatever made you cry. Then he sees Steve push past you in a hurried manner, muttering something to himself. Loki grabs his arm right before he can manage to pass by.

“What did you say to her?” he shouts.

“I told her she doesn’t belong up here. She’s a receptionist for goodness sake, not a very important one, but one that isn't allowed up here.”

“Did it ever come across to your small mind that maybe she does belong here?”

“How would she be?”

“Maybe because I asked her out on a date and told her to meet me here, but let me guess, you’re too shoved up your honorable and glorious ass to hear her speak?”

“Not like she speaks much.”

“And when did that ever stop you with the Winter Soldier?”

Steve stares daggers at Loki until he realizes the god may be right. Not wanting to admit his own fault, he scoffs and yanks his arm out of Loki’s grip, walking away to the showers. Loki looks back to see you staring at him.

“I’m so sorry, love. He’s not as great as he seems.”

“No, he’s right. I don’t belong-”

“Don’t you dare say that. You do belong here, as much as I do, especially when you’re with me.”

You smile as his kind words, feeling the desperate sadness fading away from your mind. Loki reaches out for your hand with a gentle smile.

“Now, I believe we have dinner waiting.”

[paintfroge]

No one ever ask me to draw a brass instrument again lmao

[jamiesgotchu]

Mirabel Tk Headcanons!

(requested by anon, sorry I accidentally deleted your message! D:) My headcanon is that she's a switch, so here's some from both sides! ------------------- Lee - you absolutely cannot convince me that she isn't somewhat of a snarky/teasy lee. - She probably challenges people to tickle fights, talking up a storm just to lose dramatically- - I feel like she'd be the person to snort sometimes when she laughs - Her most tkish spots are probably her ears, sides and under the knees! - She DEFINITELY seems like she'd scrunch up her nose and squeeze her eyes shut! - Honestly, if she were to get in lee moods, I think she'd ask casita to tk her, and I think casita is always happy to! xd - She seems like she'd squirm and try to get away a lot, (but she doesn't really want to get away hehe) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ler

- Remember what I said about being teasy?? This girl probably LOVES giving out teases, like a lot. - She'd DEFINITELY would baby talk, or say things like "aww look at you, not so high and mighty anymore, huh?" - She's super playful with her teases and tks, and is lighthearted a lot of the time, just seeing it as all in good fun! - Also, remember what I said about casita as well? I'm pretty sure she'd get casita to gang up on the lee as well, probably holding their arms up with ribbon decor or something while she just wrecks them xd - She'd totally laugh along with the lee! - She seems like she'd be a scribbler tbh 👀

- Honestly I think as well as teasing, she'd compliment you afterward, being like "you have such a cute laugh!" or "You're so ticklish, it's adorable!" exe

[riottsrph]

Nvm, I got it. I think it was just me haha but thanks again!

haha, all good !! i’m glad you got it sorted. if you need anything else don’t hesitate to ask / request !!