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Hello!!!

My name is Noelia. I hope everyone are doing fine. 

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I’ll be posting all my fics here from @captaingravity55. And new ones.  

Thanks you for reading all this time in my previous blogs and welcome to this new one to the new readers!!! XOXO 

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Avenger

Character: Loki Laufeyson

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x OC Fem!Reader | Thor Odinson x Reader (Friends) | Thor Odinson x Loki Laufeyson (Brothers)

Warnings ⚠️: Angst. All Angst. (It's my mood these days, sorry) Mentions of Death. Little bit funny. Little Fluff. Memories. Post!Avengers: Infinity War.

Inspired by: Ecos de Amor | Jesse y Joy

Author's Note: Hello. Hello.

This is one of these days when the hurts feelings invaded me.

This fic has been around in my head for a few days and just today I was able to finish writing it.

I'm in melancholic mode. I'm apologize about it now and so so sorry if I make cry someone.

And I miss Loki so so much.

I hope everyone's well and I hope that you like reading this fic.

Thanks for the likes, reblogs and comments. It's always appreciate XOXO 💋

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Y desde mí pecho, suena tu recuerdo, todo lo que fue de los dos son ecos de amor....

- Thor, where are you going? - Steve's voice makes Thor stop at the threshold of the main building of the Avengers Complex, and let out a sigh. He knew that what he had to do was much more painful than thinking about the eternal grief of losing his father and his brother in the same day ... How could he look at her face and tell her that Loki was gone?

- I have to go to see someone.

- Half the universe just disappeared, can't it wait? - The God of Thunder shakes his head as he takes his brother's dagger in his hands and places it in the pocket of the red jacket he wears while trying to maintain his composure in front of the rest of his companions, or the small percentage that remained from them. He didn't want them to notice that he was unraveling inside - Thor ...

- No, it can't wait. I'll be back in a few hours. I'll be here for whatever you need me, don't worry Cap.

-.-.-

The vibrating of the building wakes me up.

I blink a few times as I try to locate myself in time and space and hear the patter of rain against the glass door in front of the bed. The windows light up as soon as lightning appears in the skies and I feel exposed for a moment, as if someone is photographing me.

I tremble as a powerful thunder finishes waking me up and I look around. Despite the fact that the little nightstand is lit, I feel that darkness takes hold of that place. One of those thunders that I didn't hear or that I had stopped paying attention to thanks to Loki's distractions.

I had overcome both my fear of the dark as well as my fear of storms thanks to him.

I smile as I feel the empty space around me and the cold surrounds me. I can still feel his perfume against the pillow and his complaints when I told him that he reminded me of the scent of almonds.

I sigh as I hear in my head that melodic and hypnotic accent that I was totally in love with telling me that she was leaving on a warm summer morning because she had to take care of some business in Asgard and that she would be back before I could even notice it.

That day I discovered how romantic Loki could be when he said goodbye.

And from that day, more than four months had passed.

I look around the room as I see the rain pouring down through the window and I laugh when I remember the stories that Loki told me before going to sleep every time there was a storm and where the rain came from: One of the times it was because of the endless complaints of Thor, another for his crying when he lost a bet against Frandall or when Odin tried to hit him with lightning to punish him, and even though he knew I didn't believe any of those stories, he just enjoyed making me laugh.

Although within all those jokes, he always heard him speak with great admiration for his brother. In a slip as he paced back and forth in the room he hinted at how in awe he was with the ease with which his brother could handle the weather. The way he moved his hands, trying to explain how Thor's powers worked in a midgardian way so that I could understand him, it seemed the most adorable thing in the world.

For an alien God resentful of humanity, that was quite ironic.

I miss him too much, even if I don't want to admit it. I turn between the sheets at the same time that another thunder sounds too close to the complex of buildings where my apartment is located, and as soon as I get out of bed, I notice that there is a shadow behind the balcony curtains. The wind moves them, but they prevent me from seeing who is on the other side.

I smile as I get closer, hoping to find Loki, but seeing that who is on the other side is holding what appears to be an ax in his hands makes me stay stuck in my place.

I knew that Loki had enemies but I didn't think of being a clear target for them knowing that the entire universe was aware of Loki's hatred of human beings.

For a minute I thought about the thunder too close, the rain and what if ... Could it be possible?

- Lara?

Thor's harsh voice reaches me through the window but I hear a hint of sadness in his voice. I don't want to get too close but I do it close enough to unlock the door. I see him set the hammer against one of the glass doors and enter carefully, ducking across the threshold. As soon as he sees me I notice how changed he is since the last time I saw him: his long hair had disappeared as well as his right eye, which was hidden by a patch as if it were a pirate. I still hope to see one of his charming and warm smiles that he shared with his brother, but I notice that his eyes are surrounded by dark bags just as his pupil do not have that characteristic sparkle of the Odinson brothers.

- Sorry. You know I don't like to arrive like this.

- Strange use of words since you've never been in my apartment - I try to downplay the fact that Thor might be here, but a tightness in my chest makes it a different situation.

I walk back to the bed as I sit on it to put on my slippers - What are you doing here? I was hoping that maybe, you were Loki.

He falls silent when he usually used to hear some kind of joke about it.

- Lara ...

I know that tone of voice. My body tenses when I hear it and I feel a chill run down my spine. I feel that my heart begins to beat against my chest as if it were a machine about to explode and the air begins to lack, despite being only two people in the room.

I don't want to ask but I know I won't like the answer.

- Sorry.

A tear falls down my cheek as I turn to the messy bed and I feel the cold invade my hands as I touch the left side of it, where I used to find him lying down every time I came back from work.

Why do I think in the past tense when he hasn't told me anything yet?

That "I am sorry" had not been for his interference, but it was for Loki.

Something had happened to him.

- Where is he? - My question sounds as loud as the thunder around us and I know it is not caused by the God in front of me, but as soon as his eyes meet mine, I feel my hands begin to tremble. I feel as if the world below me loses its stability and wants to push me to the center of the earth just by seeing how a tear, as if it were the reflection of mine, falls on the cheek of the Asgardian God.

- Loki won't be back.

Ishake my head as I try to stand up and feel everything move around me. I feel like I lose my sense of balance like a satellite that has been pulled away from its orbit, where its center of gravity suddenly disappeared. - You're lying to me. Where's Loki?!

- Lara, listen to me, please - Thor approaches trying to take my hands, but I pulls me away as if he were burning iron. He tries to take my shirt, but he doesn't succeed as I knocked his hand away from me, when I know that if he wanted to, he could immobilize me with a single movement. Or using his hammer. I try to hit him as I feel his words reach the rational side of my brain and strike like lightning on a wet surface.

Between the increasing intensity of the rain, my screams, and Thor's attempts to calm me down, I feel a flash of light form around us and pain is present.

I lost him.

I lost him without even telling him that I loved him when he left for the last time.

I stay still as my tears fall and I feel Thor's footsteps approach where I am standing, and the only thing I can do is shake my head and raise my hands with what little strength I have left trying to keep him away from me.

I feel his hand take mine and he pulls me into his arms, wrapping me in a hug that only finishes breaking down my resistance. I cry against his chest as I think of Loki and the little time I spent with him. At times when we fought as children and at times when we enjoyed each other's company.

- How?

- He try to kill the Titan, which was stupid - Thor's voice sounds low as I feel his grip tighten on my back and my sobs make my whole body shake - and still, he thought of you in everything moment.

- Don't speak please ...

- He wanted you to know that you were his favorite star. That you were everything to him and that he did it for you. To keep you safe.

My sobs get louder with each word that comes out of Thor's mouth and I clench my fists around his body, wishing for a moment that I would wake up from that nightmare and that I was surrounded by Loki's arms.

- He apologizes for hurting you, but he just wanted to try to stop him.

- It was worth it?

I barely turn away to see what was shaking his head and coming over for me to lean on him.

- No. It wasn't enough. But Loki died defending his people, the woman he loved most, and his family. He died like a worthy avenger.

I nod as I remember that he just lost his brother.

- Sorry - I walk away and feel him release one of my hands to get something from behind his cloak and he hands me a golden dagger. I doubt whether to take it but he turns my left hand and leaves the dagger very delicately - Why?

I lay it on the bed as I turn to him, who is holding Loki's helmet in his hands. I approach and he hands it to me at the same time that I extend my hands to take it.

- Because I know he would have wanted you to have them - I take care of the artifact and feel the energy flow around it when I bring it against my chest. It's like he's there, and I feel the tears running down my cheeks again - If you need me, feel free to find Rogers. He will know what to do if I am not here.

- Thank you ... And I'm very sorry.

Thor just smiles as he wipes his tears and walks to the balcony's doors.

- Me too, more for not hugged him when I had the opportunity.

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I HAVE A TYPE:

Bucky Barnes: The Soldier with the vibranium arm 🦾

Loki Laufeyson: The God who born to be King 👑

(It's not enough one gif. So sorry)

And....

Marc Spector: The one who didn't see you coming...

(Yes, I have a BIG crush with Oscar. And it will be sure the same with Spector)

My Marvel type are mens with knifes, definitely

Fact: Marvel is going to kill me.

I can't wait till the moment that these three Gods of Knifes meet each other.

(In the same movie o episode, please? 🙏🏻)

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Protective Girl

Character: James Bucky Barnes

Pairing: James Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Aggressive situation. Public agression. Reader defending Bucky. Fluff. Violence. Mentions of blood, "language"....

Inspired by (🎵): Alguien más / Jesse y Joy

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I hope you're doing well out there.

Yep, I'm in a writer mood. This is my best day, certainly.

I'm come back with my Bucky. I'm in love so hard with this men. So so hard that will be difficult stop writing with him.

In the end, I have a little request for us: If you see this post, can you tell me if you can see my last posted fics (You need me and Candy) because I have the feeling that I'm having troubles with my Tumblr's account.

Because told me that they didn't appear in the hastags. Or maybe I'm doing something wrong.

I will be so grateful if someone can do it that.

Well, I hope this fics likes you like others and always appreciate your reply. Thanks you so much for read me!! XOXO 💋

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Ya tengo a alguien más despertando en mí piel que es tan fuera de lo normal, haciéndome sentir bien...

- So you left me for that motherfucker, right? - Aaron's voice gets louder among those present and I take a deep breath trying not to notice that referring to Bucky in that way makes the blood boil in my veins - I knew you weren't worth it.

- Don't get James into this. If I remember correctly ... You cheated on me with Emily, my co-worker! - I hear that my own voice breaks but no longer from pain, but from shame for the bad moment that I am putting my friends through. Despite the fact that it had been almost a year since I admitted that Sam was right about Aaron, it still pained me that I didn't realize sooner what was really worth in my life - You don't have the slightest right to reproach me for nothing.

- Always was that fucking psycho. I could never make you forget that he existed.

I hear a growl behind me that accompanies the air that escapes between my teeth. There were a lot of things he would put up with, but badmouthing Bucky wasn't one of them.

- Watch your words, Aaron. That I will have no qualms about making you regret what you're saying - his cynical laugh fills the bar and the people around us begin to murmur.

- You? You can't even kill a fly, kitty.

The noises of several chairs moving attract my attention and I hear how Sam murmurs things to Bucky, who is trying to get up, but he cannot because Sam is holding him by the shoulders.

- I am not the young woman you met three years ago, Bizance.

- Let me guess ... Did the robot teach you to play in the major leagues?

I count to ten as soon as I hear the word "robot" and concentrate on keeping my sanity in front of the people present, but the line of sanity begins to blur.

- No, but he showed me that you are not even remotely from the major leagues.

I smiled at Sam's laugh and I see Aaron give my buildingmate a hateful look. I don't hear another sound from my two companions, but I'm still worried about Bucky's reaction.

- Do not you have anything better to do? Leave me alone, Aaron.

I walk away quickly without giving him time or the right to reply and as soon as I get to our table at the end of the small hall, my boys are waiting for me with a smile. Joaquín extends his fist on the table to bump it against mine. That makes me smile but I still feel my body shaking. If there are things I don't like, it's being the center of attention, much less in front of a crowd of strangers. I know Bucky notices it because I feels his hand take mine under the table.

- Look at my ex-girlfriend, he left me for that killer psychopath. That's how fast the shy one was - People suddenly fall silent and everyone turns to see us. I can feel their gaze on my yellow blouse and I feel the color start to creep up my neck as anger fills me. Before I can even react, I feel Bucky's hand slip away from me and he suddenly rises, passing behind me, without even taking his eyes off Aaron. We exchange a look with Sam and as soon as I wait for a word, I get up quickly and stand in front of Bucky, resting my hands on his chest and pushing him lightly.

- He's not worth it, Bucky. Leave him alone.

- He's humiliating you, doll. And if there's one thing that drives me out of my mind, it's listening to a coward speak ill of a woman. And even more if that woman is you.

- I know, I know. And you completely know that I love that twenties chivalry of yours, but this time, leave this to me, Barnes.

- As you said, he's not worth it - His blue eyes mix with mine and I curse being so close to him in such a public place. He could tell me anything and I would answer yes as long as he doesn't stop looking at me.

- Stay here. I'll be right back.

I approach Aaron under the watchful eye of everyone present in that bar and I stop in front of him. He sees me as if he has won a battle, but the thing he least expects is the hurricane in front of him.

- Since you are here yelling like a wayward little boy, let me tell you something; You made a mess of me, and that, I must admit, I will always thank you.

- I didn't expect that - The disdain in his voice makes him want to hit him.

- But I will never allow you to insult my friends while I am present.

- Admit that you left me for running after him, Lara. Leave the lies that we are both grown up now.

- Lies? You reproach me about lies when you got between the legs of my office colleague? How dare you demand sincerity from me?

- You left me for him. Otherwise you would not have done it.

- That's not true and you know it.

- I saw every day how your eyes shone every time that bastard appeared with that nickname of sad and hurt for life as if he barely existed.

- Shut.

- I will not do it.

- Do you want me to tell you the true? - My throat burns at the words that are about to come out of it, but I know there will be no going back after that - Yes, I am in love with James because he is what you are not, you never were and you never will be. And is truth, I don't know how I didn't notice him before than you.

I hear a gasp coming from Torres's lips as I hear nothing but murmurs around me... I close my eyes trying not to think about the words, much less what Bucky is thinking about them.

Yes, I am in love with him. Even before I dated Aaron, but I never dared tell him.

- I cannot believe that you accept a murderer as if he were an innocent.

That was the straw that broke the glass of both, both Bucky and mine, at the same time that I heard his chair come, I hurried over and punched Aaron in the nose that made him stumble towards his back and finish in the arms of his friend. He quickly touched his nose while he was dying red and I turned quickly to see that Sam was watching the scene next to Bucky, who was looking at me with an expression full of pride and affection.

All I could do was blush as I shook my hand on the side of my body. It hurt like hell but the adrenaline rushing through my body was exquisite.

The next thing happens so fast that I don't have time to react: Aaron gets up quickly, using his good reflexes and tries to get closer to hit me, but I feel someone grab my arm and pull me at the same time that Sam comes between both of us.

- I'm going to let go of a moment that you tried to hit a lady just to ask you a damn question: Don't you know who I am?

- Another geek like him? - Indicate Bucky and this time Joaquín holds me with both hands when I tries to let go of me to hit him again.

- I see that you are not informed, I am Captain America in case you have not noticed, and I will kick your damn ass if it occurs to you to speak badly of my partner again and much more if you try to do something to our girl. Understood?

- Why don't you stop defending the geek and let him come here? - We both turn to see Bucky who is taking off the glove that he is wearing, in addition to his jacket to show under his short-sleeved shirt, the black and gold tones of his vibranium arm. And as much as that action seemed the most threatening ... To me it seemed one of the most attractive things in the universe.

- Think well your words, child. Because what you are asking is to play with fire.

- I'm not afraid.

- I'll make one thing clear to you, little garbage - Sam takes both flaps of the Cartier jacket that Aaron is wearing and as soon as he picks it up from the floor, it begins to turn pale - If I let him come here, nothing and no one will save you from the Wrath of the Winter Soldier. And much less me, because I will gladly help him.

Aaron stares at me for a few seconds and tries to free himself from Sam's grip, but all he achieves is that when he lets go, his companion mutters something to him about leaving. He simply follows it, but not before looking at the four of us as if we were monsters.

- Damn hen - I shake my head as I walk back to the table where Bucky is leaning, his brow furrowed and a clear expression of annoyance on his face. As soon as I get to his side, he only lets out a sigh.

- Why didn't they let me intervene? - Bucky's voice sounds muffled, like he's upset by our actions. He gave her a smile and grabbed his face with both hands to make him look at me - I could have made him see reason.

- We were defending you, brother - Sam slaps his shoulder as he passes while I hear him mutter an apology to the manager of the place and he simply thanks him that he is here. We all smile at the charms that Captain America provokes.

- You wouldn't have given a chance to breathe, Bucky and as much as I would have loved that, I'd rather not. I want to keep you away from idiots like him.

- I'm not a child, doll.

- No - I admit as I left a kiss on his cheek and took my little bag - But you are one of my favorite men. And I like to be able to defend you sometime.

At those words, before I walk away to the door, I feel him intertwine his fingers with mine and look at my hand, where my knuckles are too red in contrast to the color of my skin.

- It hurts, right?

I try to downplay myself - Not much.

He takes a deep breath while Joaquin pays the bill and before I wants to let go of Bucky's grip, he won't let me do it. We walk towards the door and as soon as we go out into the street, I hear the laughter and comments of Sam and Joaquín who are a few steps ahead of us.

No one says anything but we're still holding hands and it feels amazing. Even better than the adrenaline rushing through me a few minutes ago.

- Are you ever going to let me go?

- Do you want me to do it?

I think about it for a second before giving my answer - No.

- Good, because I wasn't planning on doing it either.

Between the silence of the night, our joined hands and the comments of our colleagues, the road to my apartment is short. So short that I could barely enjoy the company of my favorite avenger as I wanted.

- Rest, little one - Sam's voice comes to me from the elevator, like a military signal from Joaquín, who do not get off it, Bucky being the only one who does - We are waiting for you downstairs, Buck.

The blue-eyed man just nods as he guides me to my apartment without saying a single word. The air is heavy between us, but no one dares to comment on my words in the restaurant.

I wanted to say that it was the fire of the moment, but I would be lying if it were.

- Can I come to see you tomorrow?

- You always can, Bucky. You don't need to ask for it.

I look for the keys in my bag and as soon as I turn around, I feel the heat of his body against my back. I stay still for a few seconds but next is the sound of his voice against my ear, too close to make my legs shake.

- I'd like to talk about what you said in the restaurant. I don't want you to think that I forgot about it.

- James...

- You know, I always liked that you call me by my name - I feel his lips brush my ear and for a moment I forget my name - But even more, I would like to hear it in another situation ...

- What are you implying, Sergeant?

I put my hand to my chest, feigning surprise and horror at his words, but I turn around enough to see that he is smiling and that his eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief.

- You know what I mean - his indifference makes me laugh and as soon as I walk away, I feel his hands surround my waist, immobilizing me against the door - I would like to talk about it before I can even kiss you because I won't be able to talk about it afterwards. It will be difficult for me to get away from you.

- I understand - The blush on my face is present as well as the heat. Damn heat. He just smiled as he lets go of me and walks a few steps away from the door - Won't you say goodbye?

- See you tomorrow, doll. Rest.

- I'll be waiting for you, don't forget.

- That's for sure.

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You Need Me

Character: Helmut Zemo

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader (but it can be read like a Gender Neutral!Reader)

Warnings: Zemo comfort Reader. Angst. Support. Crying. Company. Little fluff.

Inspired by: Arms Open / The Script

Author's Note: Hello! It's me again. I know that I've been missing but university takes me down. Literally. So... I couldn't write because I haven't inspiration.

In this case, I came back with my beloved Helmut, but in a different situation: A few months ago, during Christmas last year, I had some family problems and Tumblr was my escape of those moments. A lot of fics that I discovered in those days help me to through about it. Reading amazing stories and trying to write some too.

This is one of those fics that I've started to write in these moments but never couldn't end it.

This is my poor contribution about those fics that maybe, makes feel better to someone else.

Ps1: This was my state a few months ago... So sorry about the sad things in it 😔 I'll be backs with some things more happys next. I promise 🙏🏻

So... This fic, I would like to dedicated to @loveofafangirl because her stories always makes me feel better and makes me smile since I discovered her blog a few months ago and both share love for Zemo.

By the way, I hope from the bottom of my heart that this fic likes you and thanks you for takes your time to read all that I write.

Hope all of you are you Ok!! XOXO 💋

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So let me do to you what you've always done for me and let me be the ground underneath your feet

I can't unfeel your pain, I can't undo what's done, I can't send back the rain but if I could I would ... My love, my arms are open...

I want to tell him about it but I can't ...

I feel like the words get stuck in my throat once more as I hear him mutter something that I can't quite understand. Perhaps these are words in Sokovian or maybe in a language that I don't recognize but it is impossible for me to understand.

- Helmut ...

- What do you need? Tell me and I'll have it for you in less than an hour.

His voice sounds so clear amid all the noise in my head that it seems to calm my mind.

I need you here. You are what I need.

- I don't need anything, Helm.

I feel terrible at the idea of ​​lying him, but I know I will make him feel even worse if he knows that I want him to be by my side despite being hours apart. I want to believe in my own words but with every second that passes, reality takes me away from it.

- I don't like the way your voice sounds, Liebling.

- We both agree on that - I squeeze the small handkerchief between my fingers while I wish they were Helmut's hands. I'm left with that thought as I hear him mutter a curse in Sokovian on the other end of the line - Stop cursing or the next time you call I won't answer.

The only response I get is a snort as I feel the tears start to trickle down my cheeks. If I could make only one wish, it is to have him by my side now.

- Are you sure you don't need anything from me?

- No. I'm fine - The last word is cut between my lips when I try to contain a sob but I don't hear a response from him, so I don't know how much he will have believed my sentence - Will you call me tomorrow?

- Without hesitation, Liebling. Rest.

I let out a sob as I end the call and I'm thankful that he can't hear me. At the same time I feel the air trying to escape from my lungs, threatening to drown me in my slightest carelessness.

As soon as I realize it, hours, minutes and seconds pass that seem eternal. I lose track of time with my head glued to the pillow in my bed and when I wake up, without being aware of when the dream won the battle, I find myself analyzing whether the idea that the phone has not rung is synonymous with good or bad signal.

I do not know what to think. The clock marks eleven in the morning on a day that I don't want to travel.

I try to have more than a few sips of tea when the doorbell rings. I walk slowly to the door, waiting for the person on the other side to leave, but the doorbell rings again.

And again.

Damn insistent. I walk with what little energy I have left. I feel discouraged and tired. I can barely breathe easy without the phone ringing.

I open the door and automatically my eyes blur. Is it a trick on my head or is Helmut in front of me?

- Liebling - Zemo's voice brings me back to reality as I feel his arms surround me, and before I can even think about it, I squeeze his clothes between my hands wrinkling his expensive jacket as if it were a piece of paper, trying to feel that this is not an illusion in my head.

He's here. He really is here.

He slightly pushes me away and he takes my face with both hands, carefully observing my expressions, which I know reflect my inner state and which I cannot hide. He doesn't speak because he knows that the pain I feel is palpable in the air.

- Why are you here? - I barely recognize my voice and I hear the air coming out of his lungs in a heavy sigh. I know that although he is with me, he is not calm, much less noticing the state in which I was. Usually I would hear some delicate reproach about my lie, but he just stares at me.

- Are you asking me about it? Because you need me - He caresses my cheek with his thumb as he wipes my tears. His eyes are bright, as if he wants to cry but I know he wants to convey security to me. I enjoy his touch for a minute as I see the vulnerability in his expressions - I can't listen to you like that and let it go as if nothing happened.

- I didn't ask you to come.

I know my words sound harsh, but I don't know how to answer in another way without letting what little strength I have fade from his attentions. I want to try to look strong in front of him, but at the same time I want him to be my support.

- You don't have to ask me, Liebling. And if you did, I'd ask Samuel for the damn ship just to be by your side as quickly as possible. You know if you need me, you just have to say it. Never doubt about it.

I didn't know what to answer. I simply put my hands up and straightened his hair, which was tousled. He probably would have run or fell asleep on the plane. Or perhaps, he would have run his hands over him so many times due to his nervousness.

- Forgive my image, darling. It's that ... I ran the two blocks that separated me from you, all because of a damn traffic jam... - He turns to the hallway and I realize again that he is there, next to me.

When he barely turns, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close enough so that our bodies are close together. I sigh as I enjoy the warmth that his body gives off, the almost non-existent closeness between them, his arms surrounding me and giving me that security that made me not collapse. Knowing that he was there for me made everything a little easier. I allow myself to feel his cologne for a few seconds and bury my face in his neck, while letting a quiet sigh escape my lips, causing his body to shudder and wrap his arms around me with much more force, making me stay standing on tiptoe.

- I wish to eliminate all the pain in the world just to avoid your suffering, Liebling. Your happiness is my happiness and your suffering is my suffering, you are part of me. You know it, right?

- Yes - I admit without leaving his arms - But you can't - And I know that it eats away at him right now. It's the one thing you can't fix with money or contacts.

- But I want you to know that I would try just to see you smile again - I nod as I feel against my chest as his heartbeat slows down and makes me feel in my comfort zone. In the one where I could only be calm and sure that I could face whatever happened. I can not hold back the tears any longer and I feel them fall down my cheeks, I want to move away and explain him what is happening to me, what is happening, but the words do not leave my lips. The only thing I achieve is that a kind of squeak comes from my lips that makes Helmut hold me even more tightly as if I were going to break me - Shh ... Here I am, use me for whatever you need.

- Helm ... - I tighten my grip around him even more as I feel his hands caress my back.

- If I am not here for you in these moments, then I do not deserve you.

- I don't deserve you.

- You deserve the world, Liebling. All the good stuff and nothing more than that. And I appreciate that you let me be by your side - I feel his lips brush my hair, leaving kisses on my head - I know that ... I know that the pain you feel now I will not be able to take it away, but I will be by your side until it passes. Are you okay with that?

- Yes, Helm. Always.

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[captaingravity55]

FACT:

If I keep listening to Tom talk about love, in that deep and heartfelt way, it's going to do something serious in me.

Maybe I fall in love more, if that's possible.

This is a problem... 🤦🏻‍♀️

#loki spoilers #loki #marvel #ucm #tom hiddleston #assembled: The making of Loki

[captaingravity55]

#LOKISPOILERS

I'm shocked.

What the fuck was that?

I'm speechless...

Somebody can explain me what the fuck happened?

Ps: Mobius don't recognize Loki?!

I'm having a heart attack right now. And I can't celebrate the kiss because of this... *#@&+#*.

And it's 5 am in Buenos Aires an i couldn't sleep after this.

I want burn Marvel. I said it.

I wanted a second season, and I'm happy for that... But NOT ENDING THIS ONE LIKE THIS!

#loki #loki series #loki spoilers

[captaingravity55]

Candy 🍬

Character: Loki Laufeyson

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader.

Inspired by (song) - Bésame / Camila

Warnings: Nothing. Domestic Fluff. Pre - Thor Ragnarok / Pre - Infinity War...

Author's Note: Hello!!! How are you all? I'm going back to the road after a few weeks with exams.

So... This is my first fanfic with Loki. I'd tried to do my best with it, so please, don't be so rude with me.

This will be the first, but not the last...

So, thanks you for the comments, reblogs and likes. That means so much to me. 😘💋❤️

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- Have you had something sweet in your life?

The only response I get from him is a snort. I look for the keys inside my little bag and I know that even if he doesn't show it, he is impatient. I see it out of the corner of my eye that it is leaning against the wall of the hall with all the comfort in the world and yet, as natural as it looks, it looks like one of those models greetings from fashion week in Paris.

Although I have the keys in my hand, I keep looking a little more as if I can't find them until I hear that melodic sound of his voice, with a noticeable hint of annoyance almost at the height of my shoulders.

- Do you want me to find them for you? I'm beginning to doubt that that bag has a bottom.

I bite my lip while holding back a laugh and Loki's blue eyes give me an annoyed look.

- Here I have them - I show them to him and before I even put them in the lock, I hear the sound of the locks sliding, just like I hear the gears of the lock move - Loki ...

- You can thank me later. - I shake my head as he pushes the door open, making room for her to enter. I simply respond with a nod, silently admiring that charm and chivalry towards women - You asked me something before.

- If you've had something sweet in your life, Loki.

- In the romantic realm? Of course...

I cut him off as soon as he begins to speak and threw the bag on the table next to the door.

- I'm talking about candy. Candies. Sweet.

I see him shed in a second of his street clothes so that it is replaced by his Asgardian gala outfit with one of those simple flashes of green magic that I never tired of seeing. This time he's not wearing the cape, but he looks amazing in the whole outfit. The truth, whoever chose the color green for him had hit the nail on the head.

Although the times he had imagined him wearing other colors, my mind had concluded that he would also look good in blue.

- Walnuts. Grapes...

I only had to look at him to know that his seriousness was a clear indication that he was not joking. What's so sweet about a nut? I roll my eyes as I search under the cupboard for the bag of supplies I have for movie night, or my usual times of the month, and walk over to the counter where he's leaning, and set it in front of him.

- Those aren't sweet, Loki. What kind of life have they given you?

- The Life of a prince, of course - Indicates his clothes and I let out a laugh as I get rid of the leather jacket that I am wearing and threw it on the couch. Even though he doesn't touch the yellow bag, his eyes sparkle with curiosity. Despite having a very dark past, there was still something of an innocent child in him.

- It won't bite you. Look what's inside. Today you will know what a real sweet is.

He frowns as he makes the bag disappear and only smiles at my complaints, but still, I see that he has no intention of bringing my bag back from wherever he sent it.

The various treats made a noise like the first drops of rain against the window when they fell between us, and he carefully takes a piece of candy between his fingers.

- That's a strawberry candy, you will like it -he looks at me as if I had a ghost in front of him and again he sees the candy as if it were some kind of murderous alien - Loki, try it.

- I prefer walnuts.

I let out a sigh as I walk over to him, take the candy from his hands, open it, and hand it to him.

- It will not kill you, I will not poison you with it and you will thank me later.

His eyes are watching me with horror. As he takes the dubious candy and brings it to his lips.

For a moment, I'm envious of that candy.

I watch him chew for a few seconds in silence, to then be the main spectator of his face wrinkling at the first contact of the acid taste of the strawberry on his tongue. I laugh at his expression, which is very adorable, and he just swallows hard, while he looks at me annoyed.

And something about the way he sees me makes the heat begin to creep up my neck and a strange heaviness settles in my stomach.

- That is the normal reaction of anyone who tries something of strawberry once in their life, although it is delicious with chocolate - I mutter as I put a vanilla candy in my mouth and I see that Loki frowns at the table full of sweets - Don't tell me that a candy is going to cow you.

- What did you eat?

- Vanilla. One of my favorite flavors - I hand him one of the candies and this time he takes it without hesitation, I smile at his worried expression and forget for a moment that I am in the room with a person who could have destroyed New York in less than a minute. second. I forget that he is an alien, an Asgardian God who is over a thousand years old and attractive as hell itself, if he knew it was a beautiful place.

The only thing I can't forget is how my heart beats every time he comes to pick me up at work, or every time he is there when I need him. Or just by seeing him.

Or with actions that make me fall in love a little more with him.

It's just me and Loki here, two people who enjoy each other's company without being aware of our surroundings.

- I like this one - He handed me the vanilla candy wrapper and left it on one side, noting the goodies that the God of lies liked.

So we spent a couple of hours, between tastings of sweets, where I realized that Loki ended up loving kinder chocolate, after seeing what the fourth chocolate bar ate and did not make any comment about it or how he reached out to take another candy red and put it to his mouth without measuring a word.

- Well, I imagine you know what a cupcake is -Loki looks at me while he nods his head but removes the regalis from his lips and lets out a sigh.

- I never tried one - I nod as I go to the fridge and take out one of those cupcakes that I reserve for special occasions. I take it to him as if it were some kind of trophy and put it in front of him with a smile. As elegant and fussy as he was with order, trying to eat a cream-filled cupcake without getting dirty would be quite a challenge - Your evil reaches unimaginable limits, honey.

I shrug and watch him pick up the cupcake delicately, at the same time that he pulled the lip balm out of my pocket.

I show it to him as I indicate the little dessert and hand him a spoon so he doesn't complain.

- This lipstick has a cupcake flavor - As soon as that sentence leaves my lips, I feel that something in the environment changes: I do not know if it starts to get hotter even though it is winter, or what makes me feel hot is the look of Loki, who dropped the spoon on the table to push the cupcake aside, as if something in my words had affected him - Loki?

I startle when I see Loki get to his feet quickly and walk around the table to stand in front of me, holding my face with both hands, as if he is trying to prevent me from pulling away. While sitting, he took me several inches in height, but between that moment of surprise at the proximity of him, I found myself with my legs next to his, in a situation too intimate to be a mere imagination in my head.

And yes, I confirm my previous thoughts, up close he is even more beautiful.

- Loki, what are you doing?

- I want to try - The way in which those words come from his lips make my legs turn to jelly, and the muffled sound of his voice without losing that melodic touch that I loved so much, makes an almost imperceptible gasp escape my lips.

Before I could even walk away, I feel the softness of his lips against mine. One simple touch and I feel like I lost the battle that I always refused to fight.

How could a simple touch feel so good? When I find a neuron that serves inside my brain, I raise my hands at the same time that I respond to his kiss, trying to bring him closer, although the only thing I achieve is to take it from both sides of his suit and crumple it in my hands, while I feel a smile it intermingles between our united lips.

After a few seconds of enjoying each other's contact, I pull away and drop my head against his chest.

OMG, this is something really exhausting.

- Why did you do that?

- Because I wanted to taste the cupcake.

The innocence in his voice makes me lift my face from his chest and his hand caresses my cheek as if it were something fragile.

This alien god is going to kill me one of these days.

- And I know that little dessert will have no comparison with the taste of your lips along with mine. I will always choose you over that. Never doubt it.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x y/n #marvel #fanfics #loki series #marvel fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe

[captaingravity55]

If this two don't kiss in the season finale (because for me it's a SEASON FINALE but I'll need another season...) I'll burn Marvel.

You can't give me this and then get my hopes up for something else.

Don't you dare, Marvel. Don't you dare....

I love this scene so much 💚

Their cute lil awkward conversations, sharing a single blanket, Sylvie looking comfy and Loki smiling to himself shyly in the last gif 🥺💕

#sylki #loki #sylvie #loki spoilers #loki series

[captaingravity55]

Me too. Me too. 😭

#I’m sobbing

#loki #lokius #mobius #loki spoilers #loki series

[captaingravity55]

LOKI SERIES Episode 4

#loki #loki series

[captaingravity55]

This is me. Literally.

the inevitable conclusion

#loki #sylvie #loki series

[captaingravity55]

Yep.

Loki is my braincell for Physics and Sylvie is my braincell for Biochemistry.

I don't know how they're still alive.

Loki and Sylvie are my last two braincells

[captaingravity55]

❤️ 🗡

[captaingravity55]

LOKI SPOILERS!

They are all variants.

I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!

That means that maybe Mobius is probably from the 90's from all the things like the Jet Sky and the soda Josta?

Oh God. Poor man. I need now so things...

But first of all... ANSWERS! I NEED ANSWERS!

From the first moment I distrust to the TVA...

Ps: Why I found so so so attractive a man with a knife?

First Bucky, now Loki...

#loki spoilers #marvel #loki series #loki laufeyson #spoilers #disney plus #episode 3

[captaingravity55]

It's possible to fall in love more with a character?

Yep, with fics like this ⬆️

Where I Want to Be

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You’re busy doing some things around the house but can’t wait to spend time with Zemo. *Fluff*

Word Count: ~750

A/N: I started this almost 2 weeks ago, but I haven’t had more than a few minutes here or there to work on it due to family emergencies. As sad as this is going to sound, I honestly spent all day trying to find 5 uninterrupted minutes to proofread this to see if it makes sense and I was unsuccessful even with that. But I’ve decided to post it as is. I apologize for any mistakes or errors. Not beta’d.

You move about the house purposefully, attending to the last few tasks on your to-do list. You pass by the living room; Zemo is lying on the couch, his nose in a book. Your lips curl at the sight of his peaceful state. You love seeing him like this—relaxed and carefree. Between missions and memories of his past, it wasn’t always easy for him. 

You amble past him, pausing momentarily to allow your fingers to tousle his hair. The silky strands slip softly through your grasp. 

His gaze meets yours, his eyes illuminating at the sight of you. His mouth opens to speak, but you stop him.

“Shh,” you breathe. “Keep reading, my love. I’ll join you soon.” Your fingers glide through his hair once more, and you continue on your way. 

You proceed with your tasks, stealing glimpses of him as you can. You find yourself straightening candles on the mantle, not out of necessity, but rather because it brought you nearer to him. 

Seguir leyendo

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #favourite fics

[captaingravity55]

What can I say? I'd love to see this side of Zemo... I'd love that this Zemo exists...

I said it. 😍

Light Up The Sky ⚡️

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader (no gender, race, body type given)

Synopsis: You're fascinated by the storm developing outside but Zemo insists you wait out the storm from the safety of the house with him. *Fluff*

Word Count: <900

A/N: I wrote this yesterday, but never had a chance to post it. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I really love thunderstorms and definitely need someone to remind me not to stand in the rain where I could get struck by lightning 🙈

The room darkens around. You peer up over the top of the book you were reading. The daylight that had once flooded the space has quickly disappeared.

You close the book and open the sliding glass door of the patio to get a better look. Dark storm clouds now blanket the sky, though you still feel the heavy, humid air pressing down on you. The wind grows more powerful, rustling through the upturned leaves. You take a step out of the door, letting the warm breeze wash over you.

The first drop of rain splatters down, landing on your cheek. You close your eyes, savoring the cool drops falling on your skin. It feels good. You hope this shower will break the oppressing humidity and bring some reprieve. Before long, the heavens open up.

"Ahh!" You scream gaily, not having expected such a drastic shift. You start to jump for the door but, the water is refreshing, and you can't help but stay and let it cascade over you. Your clothes cling to you almost immediately under the downpour. The air cools with each passing second; you breathe deeply, enjoying the sweet scent of the rain-soaked earth.

A low rumble of thunder pulls you from your thoughts. The wild wind blows around you. Leaves and small branches gather on the patio.

"What are you doing?" Zemo calls, standing in the doorway. His gaze travels over you.

"It's invigorating!" You declare as if this answers his question. You toss your head back, letting the rain cover you.

A flash of lightning illuminates the sky in the distance; the thunder that follows grows louder.

"Come inside, Y/N," Zemo insists. His tone is stern, catching you by surprise. "It is not safe."

"It's fine! I counted the seconds between the strike and the thunder. It's still a safe distance away." You turn to him, hoping to win him over. You realize you never shut the door behind you. The floor beneath him is glossy with fallen rain that the whipping winds sent into the house. "Whoops."

A sheet of rain pelts your back as the storm grows more violent. Another blast of wind carries leaves tumbling into your home.

"Y/N!"

Though the cool water feels delightful, the sting of the heavy rain encourages you to follow his directions. You hop back inside, almost slipping on the pool of water. "Oof!"

Zemo catches you, wrapping you in his strong arms. "Let us get you dried off."

"Not yet." You turn back to watch the storm growing outside. A bright burst of lightning lights up the sky. Your eyes widen at the majesty of it, as you hum your appreciation.

The thunder that follows this time is much closer than the last; the storm is moving faster than you had anticipated. You watch the turbulent clouds roll across the sky.

"I think it is time that we move away from the windows," Zemo encourages. He places a guiding hand on your hip.

"It's fine!" You maintain, but his arm circles you, pulling you away, leaving no room for arguments.

"I would feel much better if I knew that you were safe away from the potential of the shattering of the glass."

You want to protest, but you love his concern and protection. You lean into him. "Okay."

Zemo leads you to the couch with him, keeping you in his arms. He doesn't care that your wet clothes are now saturating his own. He only wants you safe, and he knows the best way to do that is to keep you close. It was one of his quirks you loved most.

A strike of lightning flashes and a crash of thunder roars almost simultaneously. You instinctively jump, and your breath catches as the walls seem to rattle at the deafening sound surrounding you.

He nuzzles into you, his beard scratching lightly across the wet fabric covering your shoulder. His voice low, almost drowned out by the heavy rain beating against the house. "I thought you liked the thunderstorms and were not afraid?"

"I do. I was just startled. That's all!"

He hugs you a little closer to his chest. His brow raises challengingly. "I am not so sure of this any longer."

Thunder booms again. You can feel its reverberation to your core. Your body trembles again. "I'm not scared. It's just louder than I expected." Your gaze drifts out the window to the now violet sky peppered with flashes of lightning. "I mean, look at that...It's beautiful!"

The corner of his lip turns up as he smirks. "Yes... you are." He kisses your temple tenderly. His warm lips burn pleasantly against your cool skin.

You nudge him playfully, stirring in his lap.

"I am not letting you go until the storm it is over." Zemo holds you more securely; his lips press together in a mischievous grin. "It is for your own safety and protection, Liebling. You simply cannot be trusted."

You feign protest, trying to escape, but he holds you closer. He kisses you softly, painting a slow path across your cool, wet skin. The warmth of his breath lingers; your body shivers under his careful attention until your focus is entirely on him. The melody of the storm becomes a distant soundtrack as you relax contently into his arms.

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