Too Many Missions

Drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! Let’s spread a little sunshine ☀️

TYSM!!! xoxo

Grinch

Tony Stark x reader

A/N I'm so sorry for being so unorganised I thought something like this would be easy but I realised that it takes a ridiculous amount of planning so next time when I do an event like this I'll plan it for a couple more weeks in advance, but at least I can learn from this mistake. The last few fics for my 100 followers celebration SHOULD be coming out over the next few days so thank you for your patience. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary Tony is a bit of a Grinch and you plan to change it

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff

Christmas wasn’t Tony’s favourite time of year, if anything he hated it. It wasn’t hard to understand since he had spent many years alone as each day bled into another with the drink, drugs and women.

However, you were determined to get Tony into the Christmas spirit this year. The first step of your plan was to take him shopping for decorations.

“Come on Tony, stop being such a grinch, we're going shopping whether you like it or not,” you told him with your arms crossed.

“I can just get F.R.I.D.A.Y to order them for us,” he retorted with a pout on his face.

You walked over to him and kissed his pouty lips, “It will be fun babe, I promise,” you gave him the sweetest smile you could conjure.

“Fine, only because I love you,” he responded, kissing you again.

“And I love you too,” you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out the door. 

-------------------------------------------

“What do you think of these baubles?” you asked Tony.

“They look good, they’ll go with the tree,” he replied.

Tony wasn’t ready to admit it, but he had started getting into the Christmas spirit. He was starting to enjoy this shopping spree that he almost didn’t join you on.

“We’ll get these then,” you put them in the basket with a smile on your face.

You noticed Tony’s new interest in the decorations which was unexpected but made you happy.

“I think that’s it for this shop,” you walked over to the till and Tony emptied the basket.

------------------------------------------------------------

Two hours of shopping later, you were back home with countless bags spread across the living room. 

“Please can you help me decorate?” you asked Tony.

You walked over to him and sat in his lap, “Pleeeease.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “You owe me,” he told you with a playful smirk.

You smiled and grabbed his hand. You took him over to the tree you put up in the corner of the living room and handed Tony a box of baubles.

“Put them anywhere you think it looks good,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrow, “really?”

“Yeah. I’m aware that I’m a perfectionist on everything else but I promise decorating the tree is supposed to be fun, not perfect.”

You both took baubles out of the box and put them on the branches. Around 40 minutes -and a lot of messing around- you were finished. 

“Oh shit,” you exclaimed.

“What?” Tony asked, concerned.

“We forgot to put the lights on the tree.”

Tony looked at the tree and then at the lights on the floor, “I could still get them on, I’ll just have to be careful,” With that, Tony picked up the string of lights and carefully put them around the tree.

Once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the tree but had knocked five baubles off in doing so.

“Shit!” he shouted which made you laugh, “It’s not funny,” he told you whilst trying to hold in his laugh.

“I think it looks amazing babe,” you said.

“Me too, but I’m tired. We can finish decorating tomorrow, ” Tony feinforced this with the fakest yawn you've ever seen.

“Seems like it,” you grabbed the other decorations and put them in a box ready for the next day. 

Then, Tony got onto the couch and started to flick through the channels on the tv before deciding to look through Netflix.

You walked over to Tony and smiled at his concentrated face.

He looked up at you and mentioned with a smirk on his face, “You owe me still.”

“What do I owe you Tones?” you didn’t know what answer to expect since Tony was so unpredictable.

“You owe me cuddles on the couch while we watch the Grinch,” he said, grabbing a blanket and shuffling back on the couch.

“One, you are the Grinch and two, that sounds fair,” you replied, smiling and getting onto the couch. Tony just rolled his eyes in response.

You shuffled back so Tony was spooning you and his chin was resting on your head. He threw the blanket over you and kissed your head. You both stayed like that until you fell asleep.

If you want to be tagged whenever I post a fic then click on the link

If you want to see what I repost, my other account is @sebastianstanisahotmf-reblogs

Taglist:@nicoline1998enilocin, @hisredheadedgoddess28, @kandis-mom, @nekoannie-chan

THIS!!!

the fact that John Walker used the shield to murder someone has so many layers, the metaphors of a bloody shield are top tier

Pristine and tainted vs. filthy and clean

Captain America's symbol being a shield means he's DEFENSIVE. his main weapon is one of de-escalation, of protection, of harm reduction. He stands for what's right and protects the weaker

One man doesn't have the power to judge and prosecute at will, he doesn't get to decide who lives or dies. America is a country built on blood and Steve Rogers stands for what real freedom should be, including opposing the very government that maintains the oppression of its people. It is always better to accidentally protect the wrong people than to hurt the good. If Steve stands for America, he stands for the ones who need protecting, not the authorities or aggressors

And then John Walker gets ahold of the same power and prestige and turns it into a weapon. A killer. A symbol of protection used to take life

He so quickly violated everything Captain America stood for, physically painting it in blood

America's downfall was when they chose a man to represent them who does so with violence and rage instead of justice and peace

WIP Re-blog Game

If you're like me and you have a million WIPs and are anxious about updating them, play this game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

Priorities:

"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)" [Stucky, a/b/o]

"Temporary Custody" [Stucky x ofc, Dom/sub AU]

"Blood Moon Rising" [Stucky, werewolf a/b/o]

"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" [Stucky, a/b/o, D/s]

"Worth the Wait" [Stucky x reader, soulmate au, Dom/sub AU]

Excited about:

Bucky being spanked by his Alpha Headship 👋🏼

A steamy sex scene between husbands 🧑🏻‍❤️‍👨

The mating run 🐺

Steve taking control of Bucky's discipline programme 😈

No pressure Tags: @raven-writes-fanfic, @sagechanoafterdark, @ellethespaceunicorn, @thezombieprostitute, @katherineswritingsblog, @moonvis, @buckys-wintersoldier, @sebastianstanisahotmf, @ms-existentialcrisis, @emerald-writes

Thanks for the tag!

Do you make your own bed?

Not really because I cba

Favorite number?

6 - idk why I just like it

What's your job?

I work in admin and I organise sales for a auction company

If you could go back to school, would you?

No - I hated school

Can you parallel park?

Yes - sometimes I panic though

Do you think aliens are realr?

Probably, but I think they wouldn't look like they do in the films

Can you drive a manual car?

Yes

What's your guilty pleasure?

Used to be🍃but I had a kid so now it's probably just reading smut

Any phobias?

Spiders and the ocean/the sea

Favorite childhood sport?

Football

Do you talk to yourself?

All the time

Tattoos?

A couple embarrassing ones

Favorite color?

Blue - it's been my favourite colour for as long as I remember

Do you like puzzles?

Yesss - I love doing them with my son

No pressure tags:

@nicoline1998enilocin @buck-star @sergeantbarnessdoll

Question Tag Game 🤭

thanks for the tag babygirl - i love these fucking things @mandaloriankait

Do you make your own bed?

nope, wish i could be arsed but i roll out of bed and get on with my shit in the mornings

Favorite number?

definitely 13 - not even trying to be edgy, it's just always resonated with me. that or 333, bc angel numbers

What's your job?

i am an office administrator and social media manager for an engineering company (no i have no clue what i'm doing most of the time)

If you could go back to school, would you?

see this is such a sticky one for me bc i quite literally have a BSc and an MSc already but the lure of being called Doctor instead of Miss makes me froth at the mouth so maybe if i win the lottery idk

Can you parallel park?

allegedly yes, though i will not be proving myself any time soon xxx

Do you think aliens are real?

yeah for sure, the universe is fucking unfathomably large there's no way there aren't some lil guys bopping about somewhere

Can you drive a manual car?

i could, but why would i? my license is automatic for a reason baby

What's your guilty pleasure?

not to be pretentious wanker but i really don't feel any guilt with regard to the things that bring me pleasure. shame? yeah for sure, and it would have to be getting myself off a criminal number of times a day. i said what i said.

Any phobias?

oh, SO many. mayonnaise, lightning, deep water, abandonment...

Favorite childhood sport?

i actually used to play lacrosse and netball, but swiftly dropped them after my ankle got mashed up during a lacrosse match when i was 10 <333

Do you talk to yourself?

fucking constantly - i just think i'm funny??

Tattoos?

i have 11 at present and want so many more - all black line work, happy to divulge details if anyone gives a toss

Favorite color?

green. any shade, i just love it

Do you like puzzles?

fuck yeah i do, sudoku is a personal favourite but jigsaws and whatever else you can throw at me i will happily jump in to

npt for my loves: @ohhoneypascal @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @valevntine @guiltyasdave @evolnoomym @joelmillerisapunk @letsgobarbs @myownwholewildworld @sp00kymulderr @strang3lov3 @stellamarielu (i always tag so many people bc i am chronically nosy)

What's your favourite activity?

Thanks for the ask!

There's a few, but the one that jumps out the most is building lego, sometimes with my son but also sometimes on my own depending on how many pieces there are.

freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ you’re under arrest for being so lovely. copy this message to 10 other blogs (only if you want to) that you think are beautiful and deserve it. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful

clingy

Steve Rogers x reader

A/N I'm sorry for not posting for a few days, I will catch up but my son has been ill and I've been focusing on him. This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. Also, all mistakes are my own, so if you see any feel free to comment them and other comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR

Summary whenever you come home from a mission Steve feels the need to be touching you at all times

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings fluff

Steve wasn’t really a clingy person but when you come back from a mission, you saw a different side to america’s golden boy. 

As soon as the quinjet landed, Steve was running over, waiting for you to walk out. He picked you up and walk ed into the compound with your legs wrapped around his waist and your bag over his shoulder. 

He didn’t put you down until you reached the living room on your shared floor: he put your bag on the table and sat on the couch with you on his lap. 

“I missed you so much baby,” Steve mumbled into the crook of your neck. 

“I missed you too stevie,” you replied, running your hands through his soft locks of hair. 

You stayed like that for a while until your stomach grumbled. This made Steve chuckle and pick you up again.

“What do you want to eat darlin’?” he asked.

“I’m thinking takeout from that Thai place we went to before I went on this mission.”

“That sounds like a good idea babe. I’ll call them and you can go and get some blankets to make the couch more comfy,” he said, kissing your forehead and putting you down.

You walked into your shared bedroom and grabbed every blanket in sight (there were many since you loved to hoard blankets) and arranged them on the couch. Then, you grabbed the pillows off your bed and arranged them so both you and Steve would be comfy. 

A few minutes later, Steve walked into the living room and laid down on the couch with his head on your lap.

“They said it should be here in 15-20 minutes,” Steve told you with a smile on his face since you had started to play with his hair.

“That means we can start a film. What do you want to watch baby?”

“What was the film you said you wanted to watch with me before you went on the mission?” 

“Are you talking about A Muppets Christmas Carol?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“We can watch that baby, I just gotta find it on Disney+ first.”

Not many people knew this but Steve loved musicals, he didn’t know why but theres something so magical about them that always captivated him. He doesn’t tell many people this fact about him though since he’s a bit embarrased about it (he was almost too embarrassed to tell you but a few kisses sorted that issue out.)

You pressed play on the remote and saw a smile creep onto Steve’s face. You loved to see him so happy. 

15 minutes into the film you were alerted by F.R.I.D.A.Y that someone was at the gates with a delivery for you.

“I’ll go and get it darlin’” Steve told you, smiling.

It wasn’t long before Steve was back. You grabbed you food and sat on the couch. Steve walked over to you but he didn’t sit on the couch, he sat between your legs- you had already put a few pillows and blankets there on the floor, knowing Steve would sit there. He rested his head against your left leg while he ate his food and watched the tv.

Once the both of you had finished eating, Steve wrapped his arm around your left leg and gave your thigh a kiss. This didn’t look like anything special, but to Steve it was a perfect level of intimacy for him and his slight clingyness.

This being accompanied by you constantly running your hands through his hair made him feel happy and content that you where home but also that you were ok with his need to be touching you at that moment.

If you want to join my taglist to know when I post these fics or any others please click on the link.

Also, if you want to see what I reblog, my other account is @sebastianstanisahotmf-reblogs

Taglist: @buckys-wintersoldier, @nicoline1998enilocin

Thanks for the tag @seasonofthenerd!!!

No pressure tags: @sergeantbarnessdoll @nicoline1998enilocin @lives-in-midgard @sarahowritesostucky

found a fun little personality test!

i am open tagging as always bc i wanna see everyone’s results!!!!!!

Mission 100

A/N This is something random that I wrote. It has nothing to do with any fandom or anything but I would like to know your thoughts on it. Its also like 1.4k words long which is a lot for me. its pretty average for most people tho I'm just lazy

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary NONE- read the warnings though

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Violence, Mild gore, it's about an assassin (need I say more?), angst, thriller kinda

The sky outside is torn apart by the jagged spears of thunder from the storm. The woman is anxiously awaiting a call. A call that determines her future actions. Her glossy, red nails tap on the table, keeping time with each passing second. 

She’s a tall, slender woman (around 5”11) with a pale complexion and eyes like that of a feral cat- dangerous and unnerving. Her cheeks are a pale pink colour which matches her lips. She is dressed in a black suit with a black shirt that has the top button undone. On her feet are a pair of glossy black stilettos. 

She is starting to get impatient. 

The woman walks towards the adjacent room and the dusty floorboards creak with each step. The rain is beating against the thin, single-glazed windows which groan with the force of the winds, a sign the storm is getting worse.

She pushes the door open to reveal a man tied to a chair with nylon rope. The rope is tied around his chest and feet, attaching them to the chair. His hands are zip-tied together and a cloth has been tied around his head to act as a gag. 

The man looks around 50 and his eyes are wide in fear. However, this fear is one he is familiar with.

The woman walks over to the table situated behind the door. She grabs a switchblade and holds it up. The man begins to frantically writhe about, he would scream but he knows it’s futile. Being in a house in such a secluded area makes situations like these worse for the victim but more fun for the captor. 

The woman swiftly approaches the man. He lets out a whimper as she holds the blade to his neck.

“All you had to do was agree. You had to sign on the dotted line and this wouldn’t have happened,” she whispered.

She presses the blade into his neck, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make the man turn pale in fear of what she’ll do next. 

“Now the boss has got me doing this. Again. And for what, all because you want to keep this old house,” she sneers.

The woman is about to continue speaking when she is interrupted by the telephone ringing. She slowly pulls away as a smirk makes its way onto her face. She puts the switchknife back onto the table.

“I’ll be back,” she tells the man before exiting the room.

She walks back into the other room and looks at the rotary phone screaming for her to answer it. She approaches the phone and picks up the handset.

“Hello,” the woman says to the person on the other end of the line.

The woman pauses for a few seconds before replying.

“I’ll make sure I do that boss.” 

She puts the phone back on the switch hook.

The woman saunters back into the room where the man is supposed to be only to see he has escaped. She hears thudding on the stairs and grabs her swtichknife off the table before going to look for the man. 

She trudges down the stairs in search of her prey. She goes into every room she comes across and checks each one thoroughly. Just as she is about to give up, she hears a familiar jingle of keys and runs towards the front door.

“So you thought you would escape me, you should know by now. I will always find you,” she sneers at the man.

“This isn’t you, you know it,” he tells her with pleading eyes.

“You don’t get to tell me who I am or how I act,” her voice trembles at the last word.

She pulls a gun out from the holster strapped to the back of her trousers and makes sure it’s loaded and the safety is off. She holds the gun up with a trembling hand. Tears start to gather in her waterline.

The man turns and tries to unlock the door. His attempt to free himself is ended when a gunshot is heard. This is followed by a thud and a cry of pain from the man.

The woman begins to sob as she steps over the man as she finishes unlocking the door and steps outside. The rain soaks through her clothes in a matter of seconds and her hair is sticking to her forehead. 

She walks through the overgrown garden to a wooden bench almost engulfed by nature. She sits down and looks forward blankly.

That’s when it happens. She can see it. Happiness.

It was cold outside but the blankets wrapped around her kept her warm. She heard footsteps before her father walked into the room and picked her up. The girl giggled as he spun around with her in his arms.

He kissed her on the forehead and walked into the living room where the fireplace had been lit. He sat the girl on his lap and they sat there in silence, soaking up the heat…

The woman comes back to her senses when she hears groaning coming from the house. She practically jumps off the bench and grabs her gun. 

She crouches behind a nearby bush and slowly makes her way towards the noise. It’s the man dragging himself out of the house. She huffs in annoyance and stands up.

She approaches the man with an emotionless face and picks him up by the collar of his shirt. He is drenched from the rain and he’s losing blood fast.

The woman drags him inside and closes the door, which she props him up against. She crouches down to his level.

“You could’ve made it out of this alive if you had just played dead for a few more minutes,” she whispered.

“You could have let me make it out alive.” 

“And risk being skinned alive. I don’t think so,” she has an unidentifiable look on her face now. 

She looks remorseful but merciless at the same time.  Two emotions which usually represent two different sides of a story but not this time.

The woman grabs the man by the collar of his shirt again and begins to drag him into a bedroom.

Once they get there she only just manages to get him onto the bed. 

“You don’t have long left, I hit the artery in your left leg,” she tells the man, checking her gun.

She looks up, confused he didn’t answer. Her eyes full are of sorrow but her body language shows her violent nature.

“What do you expect me to say?” 

“Something!” 

“You don’t have to do this,” he tells her.

“Don’t you understand? I have no choice. You’re my mission,” she doesn’t shout this time, she puts her gun on the bed and looks down at the floor.

“Then complete your mission, my love,” he whispers to her.

In a matter of seconds, the woman picks up her gun and shoots the man in the head. The gun falls out of her hand as she observes the crime scene she has created. Then, the guilt starts to set in.

The thunder outside roars and the lightning lights up the sky like fireworks. 

The woman walks over to the man's corpse and grasps the knife in her pocket. She pulls it out and neatly carves ‘mission 100 complete’ into the man’s arm. 

She grabs some blankets off a nearby chair and tucks the man in. She picks up her knife and gun before exiting the room.

The woman walks upstairs and back into the room with the phone inside. She calls the person from earlier, her boss. After a few seconds, he picks up.

“Mission 100 is complete sir,” she informs him.

“I congratulate you, your debt is paid and you are free,” her boss declares.

She puts the handpiece back on the switch hook. Once again, her face is emotionless but her trembling hands and unsteady steps convey her true emotions of shock, relief and regret.

She slowly makes her way back down the stairs for the last time. She goes back into the room where her latest and last mission lies, motionless and pale. 

She almost hopes he is still alive. As she enters the room she feels tears start to gather in her waterline again.

The woman approaches the man for the last time. She sits on the bed next to him and smooths her hand over the blankets that once belonged to her. She leans over to the man and plants a kiss on his forehead. 

“I’m so sorry father,” she whispers before sobs overtake her body.

She lays down and curls up next to the man.

Her repayment has cost her everything, her life, her happiness, her spark.

Finally, she is free and she has no debts. 

She has no family.

I didn't know who else to tag so if you want to be tagged in other miscellaneous fics then please fill in the form also sorry if you have already filled in the form but if you do it again I can tag you I these types of fics. If that doesn't make sense you can message me or send an ask and I will explain further xoxo

If you want to be tagged whenever I post a fic then click on the link

If you want to see what I repost, my other account is @sebastianstanisahotmf-reblogs

Taglist:@nicoline1998enilocin, @buckys-wintersoldier