Memory Loss [1]: Found

Memory Loss [1]: Found

Series Title:  Memory Loss

Chapter Title: Found

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  You find Captain America unconscious deep in the mountains. Despite your need to hide from the world and all the craziness that helping a superhero could bring into your life, you take him back to your cabin, tend to his wounds, and wait for him to regain consciousness. Because once he does, he can go back to his life and you can go back to yours. Right?

Characters:  Steve Rogers, Female Reader

Square Filled:  Steve’s Helmet

Word Count:  1530

Warnings:  canon typical injuries, mentions of blood, blood loss, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ and SSB 2020. This will be a series. The idea for this came from my friend @ackeviddlestan​.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***

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The Reckoning

Warnings: Language

Words: 2.4k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of Freaking Me Out

Song: The Reckoning by Halestorm

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.

I should have known better than that. I should have known all along.

For the first several days, the TV screen in the corner of the room stays off.

A black void.

You can’t stand the sight of his face popping up every few minutes.

The sound of his name and yours in the same sentence.

You never imagined you could be angrier than you were when Steve left.

Unaware you’d allowed Ransom that much control over your emotions – how?

When?

Being stuck in a hospital bed only agitates you further and you constantly find yourself apologizing to Parker for snapping at him – at least he’s understanding. He takes your anger with stride and doesn’t look at you with pity, his dark eyes only full of warmth and kindness. Peter doesn’t let you see his anger, unlike Sam and Bucky, who don’t try and hide their hatred for Drysdale.

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Memory Loss [2]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [2]

Chapter Title:  Lost

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Steve discovers a lot of things have changed. 

Memory Loss Masterlist

Characters:  Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Bucky Barnes (mentioned)

Square Filled:  Steve’s List

Word Count:  1585

Warnings:  angst, memory loss, mentions of wounds, some language

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020

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All my love

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, intercourse), stalking, general creepiness and deception.

This is dark!Peter Parker (adult) and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader is new to the big city but she has a new friend watching over her.

Note: This is my first dark!Peter Parker so please be easy on me. He has been aged up and this takes place when he’s grown up and living his spidey dreams. I’ve made him like uber creepy I think and it gets pretty eerie I think but I hope yall enjoy some Spidey.

Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog if you read. <3 Love you all.

It started on Monday. The first day of the week. Something was always bound to go awry. 

You should have suspected it. Work had been too easy. The library had seen a steady flow of patrons but not overwhelming. Visitors and books alike kept you busy and time rolled by. It was just too good to be true.

You stepped inside your small apartment and bent to pick up the mail just inside. The carrier had left a deluge of flyers on your floor. You stood and shifted through the coupons and carpet cleaning service ad. There was a single bill and another unmarked envelope.

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Horrors, Waking and Otherwise

A short drabble based on an anon request for obsessive Peter Parker and this comic. Just a random little thing I did as a break from everything else. Possible continuations in future but no promises. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: abduction, imprisonment, possessiveness.

Summary: You are a kept woman, but not a happy one.

Your boots splashed through puddles as rain spat down from the dark sky. You clung to your purse as it bounced on your hip. The street lights reflected off the wet road as the shadows of the building swallowed you up. You glanced back. He was gone.

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The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker - 12 / 13

Title: The Subtle Redemption of Lance Tucker aka The Subtle Redemption of Lance the Fucker

Summary: Lance is a perfect fixture in your past. And suddenly, he’s roaring into focus as your younger sister’s National Coach. The warning signs scream around you, resistance is almost futile. But you’re an adult now. You’re stronger than the silly little kid you were before, right? Right?

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Rating: language, implied adult themes, smut.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I had fun writing this one. Please enjoy. Again, such little time to edit, I apologise as always. I am a comment whore. Any comments always appreciated xo

Title Inspo: n/a.

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Unlocking the apartment door and easing yourself in with arms full of groceries, you revealed bouquets and bouquets of flowers exquisitely scenting the small space and Lance, shirtless and jeans loose around his hips, accentuating that beautiful Venus belt and hideous tattoo.

“Let’s swap,” he suggested, welcoming you at the door with a gentle kiss. Oh, you’d missed those soft lips, a bit miffed he’d ended it after with single peck after such a long time away. He handed you a glass of champagne as he took the bags from you and moving them to the kitchen while you oversaw the gorgeous blooms. Roses, all in various pastel shades. Light, nothing bold. Romantic, stunning. Very unlike Lance Tucker.

A little overwhelmed, you were hesitant to move in case Lance was about to something really fucking stupid – your limbs were paralysed in fear. “You’re back!” you found your voice, purposefully ignoring the situation you had just walked into.

“I’m home, baby,” he confirmed. “It is not a mirage, your Gold medal-winning head coach man is stateside,” he whispered, proudly.

“I almost didn’t see you in between all the flowers…” you gave him a pointed look.

“You don’t like them?” he asked, a little saddened, chewing his lip nervously.

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