A book with fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and smut one-shots and mini-series
Mostly female and gender-neutral reader (male reader if requested). Feel free to send requests in!
Characters we write for (but not only):
- Natasha Romanoff
- Wanda Maximoff...
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The Avengers Compound was entirely engulfed in comfortable silence while every soul living there was taken over by sleep filled with images of their hidden desires. Their minds were relaxing, displaying every one of the thoughts that were locked deep inside their imagination. Showing them people, places, and events that they were too afraid, too hurt, or not brave enough for themselves to think about during the day.
Moving through the hallways, passing multiple closed bedroom doors, the quiet snoring could be heard from behind some of them. Everything was embraced by darkness. Blind wandering around the place could be stopped by reaching the slightly ajar door that was lit by a faint light streaming below it.
The sound of clicking was bouncing off the walls and spreading all over the small space, interrupting the earlier peacefulness. Quiet sighs that cut through it from time to time, changed to irritated and tired huffs at some points. Letters were showing on the screen that was the only source of light in a completely dark room, creating full sentences that filled numerous pages by now. But there were still many more of them to fill.
Your fingers had been dancing on the keyboard for the last six or so hours, typing the reports the whole time and not taking a break, even for a second. The paperwork was all over your desk, the material the desk was made of was barely noticeable under the number of white pieces of paper. Some of it was scattered on the floor covering the gray wooden panels and the finished ones were in the black boxes near the cabinet that was secured with a code and your fingerprint. You kept there the most important documents about S.H.I.E.L.D. and their past activities, as well as the most recent ones.
Your eyes were half-closed but entirely focused on the monitor and everything that was happening on it, darting from one side of the half-empty page to the other one, following the new text that was appearing with every one of your clicks. Blinking a couple of times to get rid of the tiredness that was consuming you more and more with every passing second, you glanced at the clock to see that it was already four in the morning. You were supposed to go to bed two hours ago. Sighing heavily, you looked at all the papers, wondering if you went back to bed now, would you finish it by the end of the week like Nick asked you to.
"Can't I just burn that shit?" You mumbled to yourself, feeling irritated and on the verge of consciousness.
Deciding that you could go for a little longer, hoping you wouldn't fall asleep and hit your head on the desk, you got back to typing, trying to keep your eyes open at all costs. Your hands slowed down their movements, getting a little bit numb from all the work they had gone through. You pulled them away from the keyboard and cracked your knuckles, then intertwined your hands together, stretching them in front of you, so the back of them was facing you. Then you lightly shook them and put them on the desk continuing filling out the mission reports. You sighed, closing your eyes for a second, and tilting your head from side to side. It felt heavy and you had minor problems with keeping it up. But your back was the worst. It was one big wall of pain. You would definitely feel that for the next couple of days.
