‘’You’re Not Afraid Of Me’’

Hey c: Can I request a T'Challa oneshot, where the two of you have been dating for a while and you comfort him after the death of his father. And you tell him that he will be an amazing king, living up to the legacy that his father left behind and how his dad will be immensely proud of him. And it’s just really cute, because he says he wouldn’t want anyone else as his Queen apart from you. Ta c:

A/N: Hey lovelys, I feel like I’ve promised this for centuries and now it’s finally happening!

Maybe he thought you didn’t realise how every morning, before he set off to discuss the political rights of Wakanda, T’challa would sit at the foot of your shared bed and sob. His cries muffled by his hands.

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Compromises || Peter Parker x Reader

A\N:  Sorry for the wait! But here you go! Parkeeeer! I hope you guys like it :)

Prompt No.18: “You are my everything and I would never trade it for the world.”

Prompt No.24: “Can you just stay here with me for a little while?”

Request: “can you do 18 & 24 with peter parker please?”

You were sitting cross legged on your bed fidgeting with your phone, unlocking and locking it after every few seconds in hopes of receiving a text or call from Peter. You hadn’t seen him in weeks due to his missions with the Avengers as Spider-Man.  You had tried to visit his apartment but you had only met Aunt May who would tell you that Peter was on an educational trip with Tony Stark. At least Aunt May was spared of the worry for Peter. Above that you hadn’t received any texts or calls from him in this time period.

“This is Peter. Leave a message after the beep.”

“God dammit Peter,” you said in frustration as the call went straight to voicemail.

You threw your phone on the other side of the bed and rested your head in your palms. This was getting ridiculous. You couldn’t keep this up anymore. For all you know, Peter could be dead or seriously injured and you really deserved to know.

Sharp taps on your window pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked bewildered in the direction of your window. You slowly got out of your bed and walked cautiously towards the window. Your lips parted in surprise as you saw Peter standing on the other side looking very tired. You quickly unlatched the window and took a few steps back. Peter let himself in and landed softly on his feet.

You had thought that if Peter were to appear before you, you would rush into his arms. You would bury your face in his chest and breath him in. You would go on and on about asking him if he was alright? Had something happened?  How was he doing? You had thought that you would lock your arms around him and never let go.

But here he was, standing infront of you and you wanted to do none of that. You didn’t feel happy to see him. Relieved, of course but not happy. There was anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach and you just had to let it out.

“Where the hell have you been Peter!?” you hissed surprising yourself and him, with the newly found rage. “You leave for weeks!  I don’t get a text or a call from you!? I get it your busy being Spider-Man but it sure as hell wouldn’t hurt to check up on your worrying girlfriend and tell her that you are alright! That you’re not dead! I mean is that too much to ask from you!?”

Peter bent his head and looked fixatedly at your feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry [Y\N].”

Hearing him say your name sent a chill down your spine and all of your anger was replaced by sadness. “Well sorry won’t cover it. And I can’t live like this Peter I just can’t.”

Peter looked up at you as your voice broke and he immediately rushed forward wrapping you in his arms. This warmth felt very familiar and brought back memories of you and him together. First date in the park. Cuddling up to him during the Harry Potter marathon. Being securely wrapped in his arms as he swung in the city as Spider-Man.

“I didn’t mean to bring you this pain [Y\N]. I never meant to be gone so long.”

You pushed yourself away from him and took a few steps back from him. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders and tried to blink away the tears. “Look Peter, I get it. Spider-Man means so much to you and I would never ever ask you to give up the mask for me. But you have to give me some time otherwise this-” you gestured to yourself and Peter “-can’t work. Do you really want to trade me for violence and bruises every single day?”

Peter widened his eyes in surprise and he closed the distance between the two of you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and said in a very firm voice, “You are my everything and I would never trade it for the world. The day I do that will be a very sad sad day. I love you and I can’t just throw you out of my life like that.”

You gave him a week smile and put your head on his chest. “I love you too. But this can’t keep going on okay? We need to work on this. Us. Otherwise we’re both just….wasting our time.”

He sighed and put his chin on your head. “We’re not wasting our time. And we will make it work. You’re not getting of that easy.”

You stifled a laugh, “Dammit Parker. You never fail to make me laugh.”

He grinned at you, “That’s my specialty babe.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him, “Can you just stay here with me for a while?”

He took your face in his hands and gave you a long kiss. “Anything for you.”

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The last three digits of your current follower count is the Dewey Decimal Classification subject on which you must immediately give a 15-minute presentation.

How would you do?

24 and 35 for Peter please?

24. “If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.”35. “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”_____________________________________________________________

“Dan Reynolds, put that down!” you yell across the chaotic apartment, rushing towards the mischievous seven year-old holding the kitchen knife. He grins at you and drops it on the floor with a clatter before rushing away to find another part of the home to wreak havoc on.

Whoever said babysitting is fun is a dirty liar.

Placing the knife safely back into the block, you turn around and look for where the little monster went. Then you hear a knock on the door. Groaning, you head towards the door, already thinking of how you’re going to tell Mrs. Reynolds that you can’t babysit anymore. You cry out when you trip over something just as you reach the door, and you place your hands against it to regain your balance.

Looking down, you see another one of Dan’s shoes. “Daniel, if I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away!”

With that said, you open the door, and are shocked to see a cute boy around your age, smiling softly down at you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, I-I’m Peter. I live in the apartment next door.”

You smile bashfully up at him, internally wishing he didn’t see you in this state. “I’m (y/n).”

He smiles crookedly, and your heart melts a little. “So, you’re the Reynolds’ babysitter this week?” You nod. “That’s a crazy thing to take on. Do you mind if I come in?”

Shaking away your mindlessness, you open the door wider and allow him to enter. “Watch out for the shoes,” you warn.

Peter looks around the home, and a blush dusts your cheeks at the state of the apartment. “You know,” he says, “this is the best I’ve seen this apartment when sitters come.”

You scoff. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Daniel!”

“Peter!” You hear the little boy squeal before he comes flying around the corner in his pajamas (that you barely managed to get on him) and hugs Peter around the tops of his legs.

Peter laughs, and your mouth drops open in shock. “Hey, kiddo. Having fun?” Dan turns around and gives you his mischievous grin again and nods. You resist the urge to scowl down at him. “Good!” Peter exclaims. “But it’s time for you to go to bed, but first you have to put your shoes away like (y/n) said.”

Dan crosses his arms and fixes Peter with a glare. “But what if I don’t wanna?”

“I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

Dan’s eyes widen with shock and fear and he rushes away, beginning to pick up his shoes and put them on the rack by the door. You look up at Peter in shock. “How–”

“If there’s one thing you need to know about Dan, it’s that he’s terrified of his mother.” Peter laughs. “Kinda weird, actually, because his mom is the sweetest and,” he leans over and whispers, “spoils him rotten, if you can’t already tell.”

You laugh, and watch as Dan trudges toward his bedroom, mumbling a half-hearted “good night.” Peter and you say it back, and you finally get a good look at the apartment. “This is going to take forever to clean up,” you realize.

Peter glances over at you, and now, it’s his turn to blush. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair is thrown up in a messy ponytail with strands falling out, but he couldn’t care less. And your eyes are beautiful. He gulps and looks away before you notice him staring. You just might be one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever met.

“You know,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I could stay and help you clean up.”

You look up at him and shake your head. “Oh, no no no, that won’t be necessary, you’ve helped enough already.”

“I don’t mind!” Peter insists, already moving to the kitchen and putting dishes in the sink. “With two of us, it shouldn’t take as long.”

Smiling, you move to the living area and begin to pick up the various toys and put them in a basket that the Reynolds’ keep for Dan. You and Peter make small talk as you work, and he’s right–it does go much faster than it would if it was just you. Sooner than you would have liked, the two of you are done cleaning, and you stand at the door together.

“It was really nice to meet you, Peter,” you say, smiling up at him. “And thank you so much for all of your help.”

“Anytime.” He grins. “The next time you babysit, I’ll be happy to come over again. The Reynolds’ know me, so I’m sure they don’t mind.”

Your heart drops–you weren’t planning on babysitting for Dan ever again–but flutters when you think about seeing Peter again. “Sounds good to me.” You smile.

Peter scratches the back of his neck. “So, um, could I, maybe, have your number? We could go see a movie sometime, or do something else, or…” He trails off, laughing as a blush comes over his cheeks. You’re blushing too.

“Sure,” you whisper, getting your phone out of your pocket. He smiles, and the two of you exchange numbers, before continuing your awkward stalemate by the door. He’s smiling adorably down at you, and you up at him. Neither of you want to leave quite yet.

Gathering your courage, you stand up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Bye, Peter.”

By now, he’s blushing madly. “Bye,” he whispers. You smile once more at him before shutting the door behind you. Leaning against it, you smile to yourself. There’s something about that boy.

Little do you know, he’s skipping back to his apartment, thinking the same thing.

After first episode of series 11

I don't like that new action film vibe but I absolutely love 13th Doctor. She is lovely, funny and she is exactly what we need right now. She is my Doctor <3

WHY WRITERS ARE HUMAN CATS:

always napping

will hiss if disturbed

kinda introverts 

but also crave attention

IMAGINE: You were “Peggy” TITLE: There Is No Future Without You (GIRL READER) _

1942 wasn’t your year. Being a female during this time was hard, especially when you worked for the government. You worked for an organization called Strategic Scientific Reserve; SSR for short. To make matters worse you were assigned to work with the military for a new project. Today was the day you met the new recruits and you weren’t the least bit excited.

You walked with a kick in your step. You eyed the men in front of you stopping to stare a few seconds longer at the shortest and scrawniest of the bunch. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was cute. You continued to analyze the group as you spoke loudly, “Gentlemen, I’m Agent L/N. I supervise all operations of this division.”

“Hey, sweet cheeks. What’s a gal like you doing working for the US Army?” One of the men spoke.

You refrained yourself from smirking. You looked at him with a firm look, “What’s your name, soldier?”

He smirked. “Gilmore Hodge, sweetheart.”

“Step forward, Hodge.” He glanced at his friends before doing as told and moved to stand in front of you, “Put you right foot forward.”

“Are we dancing? Cause I got a few moves I know you’ll like.” That was all he needed to say for you to snap. Without a second thought you, you through your fist feeling as it connected with his face.

-

The car had been silent with a hint of awkward. You sat up straight, waiting for you two to make it to the facility. The moment you saw Steve you knew he would be picked. He may not have been the biggest, or the tannest, but he had the heart and will that was needed. You had just hoped he would be the only subject. You didn’t know if you could take watching others be put through the testing.  

“I know this neighborhood.” Steve spoke,” I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner.” He pointed out each place like it was some kind of achievement, which it kind of was.

You refrained yourself from chuckling, “Did you have something against running away?”

“You start running they’ll never let you stop. You stand up, push back.” The two of you locked eyes, “Can’t say no forever, right?”

“I know a little of what that’s like. To have every door shut in your face.” All those times you tried to be more than just the girl in the RSS you would always be shoved back down. You were never given the chance to show your potential.

“I guess I just don’t know why you’d want to’ join the army if you’re a beautiful dame. Or a beautiful…a woman. An agent, not a dame! You are beautiful, but-”

You smiled softly at his awkwardness, “You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?”

“This is the longest conversation I’ve had with one.” He smiled sheepishly, “Women aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on.”

“You must have danced?” You couldn’t believe that anyone would not give such a gentleman a chance. If you weren’t under strict orders to not get involved with anyone at work, then you might have given the blonde a chance.

“Well, asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. And the past few years just didn’t seem to matter that much. Figured I’d wait.” He shrugged.

“For what?” You asked in curiosity.

“The right partner.”

-

“Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just effect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?” Steve poured himself a glass of what you assumed was alcohol while he barely glanced at you as you approached him.

“Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects.” You replied knowingly. You took a seat next to him unsure of what to say. You were never good at comforting people. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Did you read the reports?” Steve asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Yes.” You answered.

He finally looked you in the eye, “Then you know that’s not true.”

You placed your hand onto his. “You did everything you could.” You swallowed thickly as your hand began to grip his, “Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him?” He barely nodded. “Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He must have thought you were worth it.”

Your words seemed to strike a cord with him as he squeezed your hand, “I’m goin’ after Schmidt. I’m not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

You smiled in return, “You won’t be alone.”

-

“Wait!” You stopped the taller man. Trying to grip his suit, you pulled him into kiss that nearly stunned him, “Go get him.”

Steve looked at Phillips as a blush covered his pale cheeks. Phillips rolled his eyes, “I’m not kissin’ you!”

Steve looked back you taking the words from the Colonel as a single to leave. He smiled before he ran off. If you had just known that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a very long time.

-

The radio sounded loudly. Whoever was trying to contact you wasn’t very understand with the static, but you knew who it was. You were quick to press the button to talk to him, “Steve, is that you? Are you alright?”

“Y/N! Schmidt’s dead.”

Steve. He was alive. You almost shouted in glee at his voice. Almost.

“What about the plane?” You asked in hope.

“That’s a little bit tougher to explain.” He responded quickly.

You bit your lip. “Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.”

“There’s not going to be a safe landing.” His next words tore your heart, “But I can try and force it down.”

“I’ll get Howard on the line, he’ll know what to do.” You tried to reason. Your eyes were already glazing over as your gripped the com tighter.

“There’s not enough time. This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Your voice wavered, “We have time. We can work it out.”

“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice.”

You sniffled. You were struggling to keep your tears in your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“Y/N?” His voice came out softer.

“I’m here.”

“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.” Steve’s voice broke at the last word. He wasn’t going to come back.

“Alright.” You played long with this fantasy, “A weak, next Saturday, at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.”

“Eight o'clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late!” A tear escaped your eye, “Okay?”

“You know; I still don’t know how to dance.” He grunted on the other end.

“I’ll show you how.” You smiled sadly, “Just be there.”

“You’ll have the band play somethin’ slow. I’d hate to step on your-” Static.

“Steve?” You asked. No reply. Your lips let out a sob, but your hand never left the button as you spoke, “Remember, don’t be late.”

-

“You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just- I had a date.” _ DATE: February 1st, 2016

NOTES: I made myself sad

Hi tumblr people!

Tlou s2e2 hit so hard it teleported me back to high school. I started drawing again (which after traumatic expierience with art school is a big win for me yay!)

I know this doesn’t even resemble Pedro (somehow it reminds me more of Joel from the games. How? I don’t have the slightest idea 😂). Should I add more moths or leave it with only white? It will be a diptych with Ellie with fern and moths. The whitest part is made in Posca markers. I tried to save it by adding more in soft pastel to mute it a little but well… let’s just say I went with the flow and here we are. What should I change? What can I add? Pls be gentle 🫣 also I’m adding my reference (Photoshoot from Esquire April 2023)

Best Kisser

Summary: Bucky helps you to practice kissing for your date with someone else. Only problem: You love Bucky. And Bucky loves you too.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,398 

Warnings: fluff, too much fluff, fluff

A/N: Today is @capsbuchanan‘s Birthday and I decided to write her a little fluffy (it turned out way longer than planned) Bucky fic. Thank you Mila for being so awesome and sending me Zootopia gifs when I feel sad and am in pain. Happy Birthday! Love you loads!

You had met Bucky Barnes in kindergarten and he had instantly become your best friend after he’d told you that he loved the shirt your stuffed Teddybear was wearing. It was bright yellow and had a train print on it. Three year old Bucky had excitedly told your three year old self that he loved trains while you had told him that trains actually kind of terrified you. You didn’t liked travelling and at the end of the first day in kindergarten you’d given the teddybear shirt to him so that his teddybear (who hadn’t been wearing anything until this point) could wear it. 

Three year old Bucky had told you that he loved you that day. It was the only time he’d said it to you.

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Silver & Gold

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: This was basically inspired by the lovely works of Robert Frost and J.R.R. Tolkien :)  shoutout to my lovie @danny-escobar for editing♡

Word Count: 1891

Warnings: none I guess

The view from Stark Tower was truly amazing, especially at night. The stars surrounded the moon, kissing the black velvet backdrop of the night sky. The view had come with your recruitment as an Avenger. You had been with the team for a few months now, but the view never got old.

“Can’t sleep?” You turned around, startled. Bucky stood against the door-frame, wearing a thin t-shirt that outlined his muscles. You blushed, but thankfully in the dark you couldn’t tell.

“I was just enjoying the view,” you said, turning back around. “It’s amazing up here.” Bucky chuckled and came to stand by you.

“It’s kind of dark out for a little ray of sunshine like you.”

Ever since you got recruited, the team had called you sunshine or a ray of sunshine because you refused to let other people bring you down. It was now a running joke, and it was Bucky’s favorite. You were somewhat close with Bucky. You often stayed up late together, and you even talked with him after one of his recurring nightmares. Every time you were around him, your heart would beat a little faster, which was seriously annoying.

“Maybe the dark needs a little light to balance it out.” You didn’t take your eyes off the sky, constellations glittering and winking at you. You could tell Bucky was looking at you, but you pretended not to notice.

“So if you’re the sun, what does that make me?” He leaned on the railing next to you, following your gaze up. You turn to look at him, and study his side profile. His jawline had more structure than your life, carved by the hands of Michelangelo himself. The gentle slope of his nose, the way his cheekbone smoothed into the curve of his mouth, the sharp edge of his jaw giving way to a small dimple in his chin; it was all so beautiful. Bucky turned to look at you, and you became very aware that you were only a foot apart.

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