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twoidiotwriters1 · an hour ago
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Iron 15 (Peter Parker x Fem! Oc)
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Chapter 14
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If a few hours ago, Lily was tired, but now she’s worse. Everything is accumulating in her head. Her powers, her panic attack, the shooting, and now Phil's death. She doesn't know what to do right now.
She walks through the corridors of the ship, thinking about everything that has happened.
They were supposed to prepare me for moments like this, where someone wanted to hurt me and I could defend myself. But with the sound of a gunshot, I froze. I know I want to help, but how can I do it if I’m always afraid?
And the whole plan to use me for weapons.
Fury tried to talk to them, when he told them about Phil, Bruce's out of control, and the loss of Thor. Everything.
“We only think of Lily as a source of power as plan B. It was thought that she could give us some sample and then duplicate it. She's only in the archives, I never thought it could really be done,” was what he said. Still, she felt like a lab rat again.
Why can’t they let me in peace? These are my powers, only I can use them and if I could lend them or something like that, it’d never be to make weapons.
I should have stayed with Pepper.
Eternal…
"Not again,” She closes her eyes and growls when she hears the hiss, but something else happens.
She feels dizzy. Lily stops and holds onto the wall next to her until she falls to the ground. She opens her eyes and everything turns. Her powers are sharpening, she can feel something. When she closes her eyes again, her mind projects various images in no order.
Eternal flame…
A quinjet. Heaven. The tesseract. White stones. New York. The Stark tower. Loki.
Suddenly, she opens her eyes and her breath hitches.
Why on earth does she keep listening to the scepter if it is no longer around? She complains and brings her hands to her head, trying to stop the dizziness. The images went by very quickly, making everything worse. The best thing to do now is to do the breathing exercises again. And after a few minutes, she reacts by connecting the images.
"Oh my god,” She squeals in fear. "This is bad... very bad,” She gets up slowly and remembers that her father had left the control room after Fury's speech, but she doesn't know where he might be.
She walks through the halls quickly until she finds one of the agents. She asks him about her father and luckily, he tells her where he is.
When she arrives, he and Steve are about to leave.
“Dad-, I- uh, I- I saw. Loki- New York…” She says agitated.
“Wow, slow down, kid. What's going on?" Tony says.
"I know where the tesseract is!” She blurts out.
Steve and Tony share a confused look. Just before the girl arrived, they had already talked about it.
“Where?"
"In the Stark tower! Loki’s there too!”
"Okay, I found that out first,” says Tony. "How did you do it?"
Lily is now the confused one.
"Uh, I-" She clears her throat and tries to explain to her father everything that has happened since she was near the scepter.
"And it didn't occur to you to tell me?"
"I tried! Many times, but you wanted to impress your new friends "
“Damn it. We'll talk about this later,” She sighs. “You're getting weirder. We have work to do.”
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Lily runs to the captain's side trying not to be left behind, until they reach a room where Clint Barton and Natasha should be.
"Time to go," Steve says as soon as the door opens. Natasha’s sitting on a bed.
"Go where?"
"I'll tell you on the way.”
"Can you fly one of those jets?"
The bathroom door opens.
"I can,” says Clint
Steve looks up at Natasha for approval and she nods.
"You got a suit?"
“Yes."
"Then suit up.”
Lily feels the look of the redhead.
"Uh, uh. I'm still mad at you,” says the girl.
“Lils…”
"Noup! You can’t talk to me. I ’m busy!” She says to then go out into the hallways.
"I thought you were exaggerating her resemblance to Stark," Clint says with a smile. Natasha makes a face.
As the four adults get ready, Lily watches them closely.
“Dad," She calls him on the intercom.
"What?"
“What do I have to do when we get there?” In her mind the words 'I want to help' try to get out, but with her panic attack a few hours ago, she doesn't have the courage to say it.
“For now, we must know exactly what Loki is up to in the tower. I will keep you in a safe place.”
“Okay."
"What?
"What?"
“You don't fight, you don't complain… Not even a tantrum?"
She sighs. "I suppose not.”
"Are you okay?"
"I don’t know.”
“Lily?" Steve calls her.
"See you in a bit, dad.”
The four of them walk towards the first quinjet they find. And without further ado, they use it without authorization.
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In New York, Tony Stark arrives directly at his tower where Loki receives him. He tries to distract him to buy more time, but all to no avail when the portal is opened.
A beam of light shoots into the sky, letting in the alien army: the Chitauri. Thanks to Loki, the army initiates its plan to destroy everything in its path.
Iron man destroys all possible creatures, but his technology can’t win against that of the Chitauri, at least not alone. The destruction begins and people run scared to safe places. All this under the eyes of the god of mischief.
"Stark, we're on your three, headed northeast," Natasha says into Tony's intercom as the jet approaches town.
"What? Did you stop for drive throught?" Tony complains. “Swing up Park. I'm gonna lay ‘em out for you.”
The jet is piloted by Clint and Natasha, while Steve and Lily are sitting in the back. Lily has been silent the entire journey, thinking about the images that the scepter put in her mind. She knows that this is out of her reach, even her father's and that causes insecurity in her.
Her hands tremble and a slight flash illuminates her.
"Are you okay?" Steve asks looking at the girl's hands.
She looks up at him.
"I don't know, but I have to, right?"
"Don't worry, we’ll keep you safe.”
She smiles at him unsure.
Lily wants to explain many things, but this is not the time. Suddenly, they feel the movement in the jet and the noise of gunfire ahead. Clint and Natasha shoot down some enemy ships and continue until they approach the Stark tower.
"Nat?" asks Clint.
"I see them.”
From her place and from the jet's tilt, Lily can see Loki and Thor fighting, but they don't last long as they take an attack from the scepter. The ship falls and collides with other buildings. Lily clings to her seat and instinctively creates a force field, but only encloses the other three adults and her.
In the end, the ship falls awkwardly.
"Are you okay?" Steve asks and she takes off her belt and joins the others when the door opens.
The girl feels a knot in her stomach the moment she sees all the mess. She’d never been on the streets of New York and she finds it really strange that this is why she can do it for the first time.
The three adults run to observe the perimeter and the girl follows closely, but a low noise stops them. They all look towards the portal of heaven where a huge creature comes out of the portal and destroys everything in its path, more chitauris come out of it that are responsible for entering the buildings on the sides.
"Stark, are you seeing this?" says Steve.
“Seeing. Still working on believing. Where’s Banner? Has he shown up yet?"
"Banner?"
“Just keep me posted. Flower?"
"Yeah?"
"How you doing?" She looks around her.
"I don't know, Dad. This is different from anything that has happened to us,” she says uncertainly.
From the moment Tony saw the army, his first thought went straight to his daughter. As much as he wanted to tell her to use her powers, he knows that she’s just a girl after all. He feels a great overwhelming fear with all this, he can’t imagine what she feels.
Finally, he makes a decision.
"I know, but we got this, kid."
“Really?”
“It's time to remember all the training you have had, but don’t leave the team.”
"Dad, I can’t!" She squeals.
"Yes, you can, Lily. Trust me, I have a plan,” He then cuts off communication and tries to take down the new monster.
"Oh god," says Lily, controlling her nausea.
"Lily!" Nat calls when she sees the alien ships approaching.
The four of them hide behind some abandoned taxis. Steve, Nat and Clint agree to protect civilians to continue destroying the Chitauri. Lily hears their voices, explosions and screams in the distance. A loud beep settles in her ears and she can feel her temperature rising.
"Hey, hey,” Nat nudges her shoulder a little, making her return from her thoughts. "Lils, look at me,” the girl's eyes water, but she obeys. "Listen, you got this.”
"No, I got nothing, Nat,” She shakes her head.
"You have trained for this moment.”
"That is not true. At no point did you tell me what to do if an alien tries to kill me!” she complains.
"Well, that's true. But they didn't tell me something like that either when they trained me, that's not the real problem,” She says and holds Lily's hand. "You and I know that you have a greater power. Lily, you are much stronger than you think.”
Although the redhead's words help the panic attack, the girl is still not sure.
"I'm scared.”
"Good, that’ll keep you alive,” She smiles. "I'm scared too, we all are, but the difference is that we can use it to help defenseless people. You are not alone, kid. You're part of the team and we’ll find a place where you can be safe.”
She analyzes her words. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her hearing heightens and all the memories of the training return. Use fear to my advantage? She thinks when she opens her eyes.
“You're better?" The girl nods. "Alright, time to work.” Natasha gets up and shoots at the Chitauri.
Lily continues to focus on her breathing and the tingling that now runs throughout her body. She looks up and sees Clint helping some people out of a bus from the windows. She gets up and runs to help. She looks for the door, which is being obstructed, she recognizes the damage and with force manages to open it. People run in search of a safe place.
Clint comes to her side and nods at her.
"I'm Lily, by the way," She says with an awkward smile. Clint smiles.
"A pleasure,” he answers and then returns to Nat.
Lily watches carefully as the Chitauri gather, ready to attack. I’m too small for this she thinks. At that an explosion is heard near her. Her eyes travel to the expanding cloud of smoke. That reminds her of the force fields.
What if I make one, but different? Instead of protecting, burning…
Not far away a group of aliens point their weapons at anyone who gets in their way. Lily looks at her hands and concentrates her power from there and then spreads it through her body. She imagines smoke, fire, and the chitauri.
When she opens her eyes, they turn from brown to deep orange. She feels the fire run through her body ready to leave, she takes a step and extends her arms towards the enemy. What she started as a force field turns into a thick layer of orange smoke and she heads towards the Chitarui without giving them time to flee. The smoke burns them almost to ashes.
When finished, Lily falls to her knees and sits on the floor trying to catch her breath. She feels her body weakening, but at the same time she recognizes certain parts of her more strongly. It's something new.
"That's my girl,” Nat congratulates with a smile. Lily turns and smiles noticing that even Steve had witnessed her attack. The three adults look at her proudly.
"Remind me never to make you mad, kid," Clint jokes.
At that a loud thunder is heard. Thor disposes of some creatures from the sky and falls close to them.
“Nice job, Lady Stark. How can you manipulate fire?"
“We'll need more time to explain Lily's powers, for now, we have other things to do,” says Nat as she helps the girl up.
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celestiawrites · 2 hours ago
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Kiss the Bride // Chris Evans
Summary: He should've objected when he had the chance.
Warnings: kind of angsty
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All the times he'd held you were washing down the drain. It was over. For real this time.
Chris watched as you walked gracefully down the aisle, wearing the dress you'd picked out for the wedding you thought you'd be having with him. He'd seen it all. He remembered when you showed him the binder full of your wedding plans. You never prioritized a wedding, but you'd always wanted to be prepared. You'd picked out everything from the color of the flower petals to the pin you'd put in your hair. Everything was all there. Except for him. His heart sunk when you locked eyes with him. He felt sick. Was this how it ended? With you walking down the aisle to another man as he sat there helplessly? He had to look away from you because this was the day you'd always dreamed of. How dare he ruin this for you? Just because he fucked everything up. It wouldn't be fair to you.
He watched the ceremony. It was beautiful. It was perfect for you. He felt nauseous the entire time. He couldn't decide if he should leave or stay. He wanted to choke out the groom and confess his love for you, but he couldn't. It was too late. As the two of you exchanged vows, Chris had to fight the urge to stop the wedding right then. This was what you'd always dreamed of.
"Is there anyone who objects to this marriage?"
He could've sworn you looked at him. You stared him dead in the eye. Was it a sign? A call for help? Were you asking him to speak up?
"Speak now or forever hold your peace."
He could hear you calling to him. You were begging him to save you. Right? Of course not. You were happy. This was good for you. You deserved this more than anyone he'd ever met. He stayed silent. He let himself lose. It was over.
The reception was beautiful. Exactly how you'd planned it. He smiled lightly at the ice sculpture of swans in the shape of hearts that you'd always dreamed of having at your special day. He'd always hated the idea of it.
"It's tacky, (Y/N). Too predictable."
"Oh, come on, Chris. It's beautiful. If you don't like it, I'm sure someone else will," you'd tease.
Chris sighed at the sculpture and wondered if your husband liked it.
"Hey, stranger."
He turned around and his heart stopped. He was sure his lungs would collapse at any second.
"Hi."
You were standing right in front of him. Beautiful as ever. He could've sworn angels had started singing, but he was too far gone for angels to be near him. He didn't deserve for you to be near him anymore. He'd lost that privilege.
You weren't quite sure what to say to him. You weren't even sure why you went to talk to him. Your feet seemed to have started moving before you could stop them. Now, you were standing right in front of him speechless. You couldn't tell if you were heartbroken or angry.
How could he just let this happen? Why didn't he say anything? Did he even care?
Whatever the answers were, they didn't matter anymore. It was over with. There was no hope at this point.
"The wedding was beautiful, (Y/N). Congratulations," he commented, smiling. You smiled back as brightly as you could manage, hoping he wouldn't notice just how much of a show you were putting on.
"Thank you."
Why were you even speaking to him? You had nothing to say to him.
"Enjoy the party," you told him with a smile. "Thank you so much for coming."
You held your hand out to him and inwardly cringed. When did the two of you become so fucking formal? He stared for a moment with his hands shoved in his pockets before finally grabbing your hand in his and shaking it. What the hell was that?
You smiled one last time before turning away from him.
"(Y/N)," he called. He sounded desperate. Like he was begging you to turn around You wanted to kill him. He lets you marry someone else and then calls your name with that much hopelessness in his voice? How fucking dare he?
"I should have spoke up. Right? It wasn't just me?"
He was fidgeting with his hands. Peeling at his nails. You sighed and turned to look at him. You strode back over and grabbed his hands to force him to stop.
His eyes were nervous and fearful. What if he'd read this all wrong? What if you were happy and he was standing here ruining that?
"I wish you would have," you told him, pushing yourself on your toes to kiss his cheek. "But, you didn't. And neither did I. I'm sorry."
There it was.
It was officially over.
He knew that as you gave him one last defeated smile and walked over to your new husband.
There was no hope.
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love4buckybarnes · 7 hours ago
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BUCKY BARNES MAIN MASTERLIST
*=smut warning
Series/Multi Stories:
Deja Vu Mini Series-COMING SOON
One-Shots: Promises
Here In Brooklyn
Best Sleep
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vegankitchenwitch · 9 hours ago
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Hey wonderful Loki fandom :) So I am planning to (co-)write a fanfic on Loki set in one of his/their upcoming "missions" with the TVA. I am eager to integrate an elaborate character study considering all this in-depth perspective we will be getting (judging from ep 1...we are in for a wild ride). One of the aspects will be romantic and/or sexual - and for that I am looking for some inspiration; I have little experience writing on such topics. Can anyone recommend some really, REALLY good fanfiction where Loki's love life has been as true to character as possible? Maybe a POV, maybe one where the reader gets to take a look at what goes on in their mind while conversing with a potential romantic/sexual interest? I would be super grateful for your help & for sure share the fic on my tumblr.
P.S. no, this love interesr canNOT be the Tesseract.
P.S.S. Yes I am aware the first P.S. will make many of you very angry 😂😘
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builder051 · 9 hours ago
Peter and bus for the prompt game please! If possible would you be able to have him throwing up and include tony or Steve? Thank you! Also happy birthday!
Thanks!
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"Why are we taking public transportation?" Peter groans, leaning his forehead against the window of the bus. He's in civilian clothes, and Steve sits beside him in a very unconvincing buttondown and baseball cap.
"Because that's the best way to hit this mark," Steve says. "I could've sworn Tony already told you this."
Now that he thinks about it, Mr. Stark did already tell him this. Peter just wants out of the crowded tin can rattling them along toward the center of Harlem.
"You have your suit and your webs ready, though, right?" Steve asks, nodding toward Peter's backpack stowed between his feet.
"What?" Peter looks Steve's way. "Oh, yeah..."
"Because once we hit the building, there's not going to be a lot of time..."
Peter tunes him out after that. The bus goes over a bump that sends his stomach into his throat. He feels as if he's suffocating. He uses his sleeve to wipe clammy sweat off his face, then off the bus's cloudy window.
"Are you listening?"
"Yeah." The bus screeches to a halt at the next stop, and Peter breathes a sigh of relief. He sucks in air and basks in the stillness of everything for a moment.
"Well, you're probably going to have to go after multiple assailants while I block return fire."
"Uh-huh."
The bus pulls away from the curb with enough speed to force Peter back in his seat. He swallows as quickly as he can, tasting bile on the back of his tongue.
He must've gone pale or something, for Steve asks, "Are you ok?
"Um, can you just, like, stop for a second?" Peter chokes back. "I need to concentrate..." He puts both hands over his mouth and breathes slowly. The back of the seat in front of him suddenly becomes very interesting to look at.
It doesn't hold for long, though. As soon as the bus turns a corner, Peter's focus is broken, and everything spills up into his mouth. He can't hold it in, and vomit runs between his fingers and out the sides.
"I'm sorry," Peter says, his voice raspy and muffled, just before he gags again.
"Ok." Steve gets to his feet, swinging Peter's backpack over one shoulder and his own over the other. He reaches over Peter's head and yanks on the string to stop the bus. "We're getting off here. I'm going to call for backup."
"No," Peter complains, but he can't control yet another retch.
"Yes," says Steve. "You'll have another chance. On a day when you're feeling better."
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cosmickenobi · 10 hours ago
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The New Variant
Reader’s POV
“Well shit” she said with an angry, hushed voice as the dark brown liquid spilled down her desk, and conveniently onto her paperwork.
“Someone's having great luck today, am I right?” Casey chuckled.
“Shut up Casey…” she grumbled under her breath, grabbing a few napkins from her desk drawer to wipe the new coffee puddle from the surface. She then attempted to salvage her paperwork from the sea of misery that was her morning “good luck” spree, failing she then threw out the coffee and ink clad papers with a loud sigh. “Now I’m going to have to start all over, Mobius is already nipping at my heels about this.” She grumbled while attempting to dry her desk with paper napkins that seemed to just spread the coffee around, rather than do their one job.
The girl in question had started at the Time Variance Authority a few decades after her self elected father figure and boss, Mobius. And since she was younger he naturally brought it up in every conversation. Workers at the TVA are created by the Timekeepers to protect the Sacred Timeline, so they’re immortal to say the least. Immortality has its perks, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Imagine having the same job and being around the same people for thousands of years, not great right? Oh well life goes on. She did enjoy her life for the most part: stable job, interesting people, close friends, tightly knit employees, a fairly nice living space, and not having to deal with outside politics of the outside world.. At least she has Casey to keep her busy, he’s usually the one who causes all the messes but today she’s really coming for his job in that arena.
“It seems someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, geez. What’s up with you today?” He said looking back at his stack of papers.
“Sorry, I’m just not looking forward to restarting this stupid file.” She said while exhaling and rubbing her temples. “This is going to be a long day…” she thought. A chime resonated through the quiet office and a voice echoed over the room.
“Hey y'all it’s me, Ms. Minutes, there’s many new Variants to keep in check today! We’ve got a few new folks as of this morning! Please check your devices for any updates we may have! For all time…”
“Always.” All workers present chorused.
“Always…” she whispered under her breath, still busy with restarting the grueling paperwork.
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imsebastiansta-n · 11 hours ago
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Request for @maximeevansblog​. I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve had a lot of problems at home to deal with, I hope you like it 💜
Warning: just pure fluff ✨
Word count: 860 🌙
Tip Jar ⚡️
Requests are open 💫
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It was a Saturday morning in sunny New York. You and Bucky had a rare day off from your superhero duties, and what better way to make the most of your rare day off than to pamper yourself.
You got ready, grabbed your purse, and made your way to say goodbye to Bucky before you left, knowing it gets extremely worried if you don’t.
“Bye Buck. I’m off to get my haircut, I won’t be long my love.” You kissed him softly on the lips, as you turned around, he gently grabbed your wrist to get your attention.
“Can I come with you? I’ve been thinking for a while now, and I think it’s time.” He looks at you, a small smile growing on his face as one grows on yours.
You grab both of his hands and looked at him. “Are you sure, Buck? Like are you one hundred percent sure?”
He nodded, “I’m sure babe. I’ve thought long and hard and I’m ready. It’s time.”
You gasp, making him flinch ever so slightly as you wrap your arms around his neck, with his arms going around your waist. “I’m so proud of you.” You whispered in his ear, kissing just under it, feeling his arms wrap around you a little tighter.
You let go, looking at him again as he nodded. You give him a nod and grab his hand, guiding him out of the compound and to your car.
You both arrive at the hairdressers, and you look back at Bucky who seems nervous. You smile softly and gently grab his hand. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do this, baby. This is your decision and your decision alone.” You clarified, as he let out a deep breath and shook his head. “No, I need to do this. For myself.” He let out a shaky breath, hands starting to shake as you lead him to the seating area.
When it was your turn, you looked at Bucky and he nodded his head for you to go. You gave him your phone as you knew he liked to do crosswords on it, hoping it would keep him distracted long enough while you got your hair done.
Once you were finished, you paid the lady and thanked her. Walking over to the waiting area, Bucky had his nose stuck in your phone. Kneeling down in front of him, and gently placing your hand on his knee so you didn’t startle him, to get his attention. He looked up, doing a double take as his mouth hung open.
“Doll, you look beautiful.” He trailed his eyes, taking in every new detail from your new hair style/cut.
“Thank you, babe. Are you ready?” you asked softly, as he nodded. Standing up, he placed your phone into his pocket and grabbed your hand, linking his fingers with yours as you made your way to the barbers.
When you arrived outside the barbers, Bucky stopped and took a few deep breaths. You waited patiently, waited until he was ready to go in.
He nodded and walked inside, thankful that he was the only person there.
You both took a seat and waited.
The barber called Bucky arm, he froze for a second, repeating in his head “I can do this.” as he sat in the barber’s chair.
He told the barber what he wanted, and the barber set to work.
You were looking down at your lap, flicking through a magazine that was on the table beside you when you heard a small voice.
“Doll?”
You looked up, taking a double take, and standing up, not being able to take your eyes off Buckys new hair.
“Do you like it, doll?” he looked at you, waiting for an answer.
“Baby I love it. But you know I also loved your long hair. But as long as you are comfortable, that is all that matters to me. It’ll grow again.” You grinned, as he blushed and giggled.
That’s right, the big bad winter soldier giggled.
You went back to your car and made your journey back to the compound.
When you parked up, you can sense Bucky was nervous.
“You ready to show everyone, babe?” you asked softly, him looking up at you.
“I’m ready, lets do this doll.”
You both got out of the car and walked towards the elevator to take you up to the common area.
The first one to spot you was Steve.
“Looking good, Bucky.” He grinned while he hugged him, as Bucky hugged back.
“Thanks, Stevie. I feel good.” Bucky smiled, as he walked into the common room with you not far behind him.
You watched from the door frame as Bucky got compliments from the team, sighing happy to yourself, as you can see this haircut was what he needed.
He will never be able to go back to James Barnes, but he doesn’t care.
He has you now, and that’s all he’ll ever need to help him through anything.
And of course, Steve and the team, but they don’t need to hear that out loud, they will never let him hear the end of it.
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don-flamingo · 13 hours ago
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Hey, I just wanna apologize to anyone waiting for chapter 5 of my fic. Life’s been kinda weird for a while now and I’ve had other things to write. But I swear I’ll try to get at least one chapter done by the end of the summer.
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donaweasley · 14 hours ago
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My Asgardian Angel
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Plot:
Loki is an Avenger, and so are you. You’ve been in a relationship for almost two years now, only having moved in together for a little less than a year. You’ve both been back from a successful mission the previous day, and now you’re working your ass off to complete the mission report while Loki is doing his best to distract you. Why? Because you’re his personal teddy bear that he needs to hold before he can fall asleep.
Warnings: Cheesy fluff & lots and lots and lots of Loki kisses (OMG!!)
Note: Y/N = Your Name (but I guess you already know that ;) )
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"You'd said that it won't take you long," Loki stood hovering over (Y/N)'s shoulder as she tapped away on her laptop, silently murmuring to herself.
"It'll take...uhh...just a few minutes more," she replied almost absent-mindedly.
This was the fifth time in almost sixty minutes that she had tried to convince Loki, but had evidently failed to stick to her word.
He had already changed for the night, discarding his clothes for a pair of comfy shorts, and was waiting for her to leave her damn work, and to join him in the bed for a small conversation of sweet nothings before dozing off. Or maybe something else. He wasn't sure. At this moment, he'd appreciate anything and everything that involved her being in his arms.
He was currently massaging her shoulders in an attempt to distract her. And it had almost worked. She'd felt so relaxed and sleepy that she could have sworn that the man exuded magic through his fingertips all the time. It had taken a huge effort on her part to slap his hands away.
"You've been saying that for over an hour now," he whined. "You know I can't sleep until I have my arms around you."
They had been living together for around eight months now, and yet every time Loki said something like this, a part of her melted into a puddle.
And it did this time, too. For a second, she lost her focus (again) and her entirety wanted nothing but to slip into his embrace.
"Damn Silvertongue!" She thought as she rolled her eyes.
"Love, I-" she couldn't complete her line.
Loki knew the effect that he had on her and was now desperate to try almost everything. And so, he had bent down, pushed the strap of her tank top aside, and latched his lips on her shoulder.
Her eyes closed of their own accord as she took in a deep breath and a smile adorned her face.
Taking pride in the reaction that he received from such a simple move, he decided to up his game. His lips and tongue started doing small dances as they hiked up the length of her neck.
Instinctively, her head tilted to give him ample room to do whatever he wanted. But the pads of her fingers, which were now resting idly on the keypad, eventually gravitated her back into the world of duties.
With a great amount of self-restraint, she brought herself to part with his mouth. Loki's lips, still parted, tried to chase after her but she quickly, and gently, caught his face in her hands.
"Please don't. You know I can't resist you," she whispered with pleading eyes.
Loki's face immediately cracked into a wicked smirk, and he sucked in a breath to say something. But his words were blocked by (Y/N)'s finger guarding his parted lips.
"Mm-hm," she shook her head.
So, instead, Loki kissed her finger and smiled, his eyes showing that he would gladly obey her request this time.
In response, she leaned in and placed a soft peck on his lips.
"Give me fifteen minutes more," she breathed on them.
Loki stood straight now. "You know, sometimes it feels like the love of your life isn't me but your work," he accused in a playful voice. "And I’m...I don't even know what I am. What am I to you?"
She chuckled, "I'll tell you if you stop trying to distract me and let me do my work."
"See, you love to do your work but not your man."
This made her burst into a laugh. It was infectious, her laugh, for every time it bubbled up her chest, it made a wide smile spread across Loki's face as well.
"Well, history shows otherwise - both old and recent."
"Whatever! Your work is your new love interest and I'm..." he shrugged.
"Alright pouty face, why don't you go and make the bed warm for me? And once I'm there, we can decide what you are for me," her lips danced, trying hard to contain another giggle from breaking out.
"Fine! I'll wait for you."
"Try not to."
"You know I will."
"Maybe next time you can try documenting your own deeds so that I won't have to work on two mission reports," she didn't complain but enjoyed poking him about this one thing he absolutely hated: paperwork.
Loki made a face. "Nah! You're much better at it."
With a wink, he turned, and (Y/N) watched as the man - nay, God - gracefully waltzed towards their bedroom.
She huffed, shook her head to remove that tempting image from her head, and returned to completing her own report, now that Loki's was already complete and waiting to be mailed.
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She had promised Loki that she'd be done in another fifteen minutes but it took her nearly triple the time. By the time she tiptoed into the room, Loki was already asleep. Guilt started running a rough, calloused hand over her mind as she stepped closer to him.
His raven hair lay spread out on the pillow, his lips were slightly parted, and his face - oh, that divine face - was free from all creases and burdens of the day.
(Y/N) loved to watch Loki when he slept.
Throughout the day he'd be either going on dangerous missions, or worrying about her when she was out on one (sometimes doing both together), or planning and executing something that befitted the God of mischief, or helping her in domestic work.
There were only two instances when he seemed at absolute peace, shielded from the troubles of the mundane world. One was when he was reading something that he loved, and the other was when he was sleeping. The latter, especially, brought a serenity to his face that could only be possible for a divine creature to possess. Not that she needed proof of the fact that he was a God but it kind of gave her a beautiful reminder of it.
And she watched him now, again, from the edge of the bed, wondering how in the Universe did she manage to be so lucky to have him, to have his love - all of it.
His bare chest moved up and down in a calm rhythm. One hand lay across his belly while the other was spread out right over the spot where she'd lie down. A book lay open just millimetres away from his open palm, the pages slightly folded under the weight of the hardbound cover. A bookmark lay right beneath it.
(Y/N) picked up the book, slotted the bookmark into it, put it aside on the bedside table, and switched the lamp off. She did everything as silently as she could, almost feeling like a well-trained thief.
The trickiest part of her theft now lay in front of her: his arm. A lazy voice told her to lie down on it. Afterall, this wouldn't be the first time that Loki's arm was (willingly) trapped beneath her body. And he also had more than enough strength to support her weight. So, it shouldn't be a problem.
But a caring and stronger voice asked her to gently fold his arm up his own body, and avoid crushing him, not that she could even if she tried to.
And so she abided by the advice of the second voice. Just as her back had started relishing the softness of the mattress, after a long long day, an arm softly landed on her ribs. It wasn't the one that she had just removed from trespassing into her side of the bed. It was the other one. Loki had turned on his side to not only face her, but to snuggle his face into the crook of her neck.
She smiled as she turned, too, to face him, their foreheads touching, and arms holding each other close.
She held his lips in hers and mumbled on them, "I'm sorry," as her fingers began to explore his scalp.
With a small groan, Loki claimed her mouth in a lazy but intentional kiss.
"You done doing your work?" He muttered in a groggy voice, his eyes still closed.
His sleep-laden voice always made her knees weak, morning or night, it didn't matter.
"Hmm," was all that she could manage in response.
"Then how about doing your man now?"
While the sleepiness in his question made her chuckle, the words made something flutter in her stomach.
"How about I do him in the morning? Hm? Maybe wake him up in a nice, warm way? You like mornings," she sing-songed.
Loki's face curled up into an insanely wide smile. "Mmm... Sounds great." He still refused to open his eyes; Sleep held him tight in her embrace, but the thought of being with the love of his life kept him going.
Her chuckle was quickly turned into a moan as his mouth swallowed every sound that passed her lips. His tongue danced with hers in a drunken way as he pulled her body impossibly close to his, pulling her thigh up over his own, his throat giving away muffled moans whenever she touched him in a way he loved.
When they had to pull away to catch breath, he finally opened his eyes and explored her smiling face with hooded lids. Even in the dim lighting of the room, those green orbs did their magic. Her fingers let go of his hair and slid down to settle on his cheek.
"You still haven't told me what I am to you," he reminded her.
She raised a brow and chuckled, "You're still obsessed with that?"
"Not obsessed but I'd like to know," he planted a light bite on her lower lip.
"Hmm...you are..." she took her time, knowing that it would make him restless, "well... definitely not a God!"
"No?" Loki feigned hurt.
"No. Because that would be intimidating. And you do not intimidate me."
"Ooh! That hurts to hear, mortal."
"It does?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Oops! Sorry!"
A low laugh rumbled through his chest and into hers as he kissed her nose.
"Then? An alien?" He suggested.
Their kisses and playful banter had pushed Sleep away at arm's length. Although their bodies demanded rest, their hearts didn't want the day to be over so soon.
"No way! Not an alien because..." She chuckled, "I know you'll laugh at it. Because in all our movies, aliens are made to look weird and nothing like humans. So, can't unsee that."
"Really? That's preposterous!"
"Yes, I can see that now," she giggled again. "Oh! Except in Avatar. They looked a lot like humans. But they had tails, and they were huge and blue, with marks on their face and bodies, and-"
In the middle of her chatter, she noticed Loki's face change. His eyes had dropped their playfulness. Neither was his mouth curling upward.
"Hey! I'm sorry. Didn't intend to step on that." She felt a sharp pang in her chest. How could she not realise where her words were going?
Cradling his face in her hands, she pressed her lips on his hard.
"I know," Loki whispered when she pulled away, "I just... I... it's the truth."
He tried to give her a weak smile of reassurance: 'I'm fine'.
Her eyes were one the verge of watering, but she held herself for only one reason: the man in front of her will not only crumble if she sheds even one drop of tear now but will never open up again for fear of upsetting her.
So, with a promising smile, she rubbed her thumb over his cheeks.
"Hey, no matter who you are," a kiss on his forehead, "how you look," another on his nose, "what your origin is," another on his right cheek, "no matter anything," another on his left cheek, "you will always be my angel." Another kiss on his chin. "My beautiful angel sent by the Universe to me."
"An angel? Really?" His face had started getting its glow back. The droop in his lower jaw had begun slanting upwards again.
"Yes. I had told the Universe that I feel lonely. Like, of course, I was happy with my family and friends, I love my job, but..." She ran a finger along his hairline, "I needed someone to take care of me, someone that I could take care of. I needed someone to love me unconditionally, and would allow me to love him back the same way." She found a stray strand of hair and tucked it behind his ear, gently running a finger on its outline, "Someone to hold my hand and hug me to sleep. So, the Universe heard me, and look who it sent me! An angel in green and gold."
Loki listened to her words intently, each of them touching his heart in the warmest way possible.
"I don't really match with the likes of an angel, darling. I'm more like a monster."
"Shh! No. You're not a monster."
She leaned forward until their noses were touching. One hand caressed his cheek while the other gently scratched his scalp.
"You're an angel who had fallen...long long back. And look who has risen and is shining again!"
She pecked his lips once again.
"Are you comparing me with the Devil?" He asked with an amused grin.
"You know?" She was surprised that he would have knowledge about this. She knew that he read works of literature, but hadn't realised that mythology could interest him just as well.
"You forget that I have read quite a few books here, love."
"Right! That you have. Well, maybe I just did compare you to another popular fallen angel. Nevertheless, you're my angel. My bright, glowing Asgardian angel."
This time, Loki took the initiative to press their foreheads together.
"Your guardian angel," he whispered.
"Yes, that too."
Once again, they kissed each other lovingly, slowly making the kiss deeper and more passionate. It wasn't a battle for domination. It was a beautiful, harmonious dance of the lips and the tongues, with their breath fanning each other's cheeks.
They continued for a long while, feeling each other with their lips, tongues, hands and every inch of their bodies that they could touch the other with. Showing each other how much they loved and needed one another.
"I love you," she whispered on his lips when they paused to breathe.
"I love you," he whispered back on hers.
And yet again, they kissed like it was the first and the last time, until Sleep nudged them both to plant one final soft peck for the night, before holding each other and drifting off into sweet dreams.
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16woodsequ · 15 hours ago
HELPSJSNKS you got me into the “joseph rogers was abusive” theory and now i just. cannot stop wishing to find it everywhere. except! there is Nowhere Near Enough, actually, and i am Suffering™️. might have to just fuck around n write it myself, actually,
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I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY.
I have no idea what this concept isn't more prominent because it is canon in the comics, and usually the fandom takes these angsty concepts and runs (and the 'May's abusive boyfriend' trope shows that, when all else fails, the fandom will invent angsty concepts to run with). So I really have no idea why it is so hard to find content for it.
It is such an interesting dynamic to work with, especially since we know Howard was also abusive, and almost all the other Avengers have rough childhoods. Having them discover that Steve is the same, (and having Tony realise they have more in common than he previously thought) is such a good hurt/comfort/angst opportunity, I don't know why there isn't more of it.
I'm glad you like the stories I have though! I will definitely be writing more (because I too have been forced to simply create the content I want to see).
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dylpicklej · 16 hours ago
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Changing the name of Caught In Your Web
so i found a story with the same name and cover photo so i need to change them both, sorry for the confusion i just dont want to steal peoples ideas. i will keep yall updated! thanks for the 88 views and 4 votes btw, and please leave recommendations !! :)
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t0mbst0n3-fr13nd · 16 hours ago
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If My Self-Insert OC Met The Avengers
Warnings (?): Slight violence, injury, cursing, Main Character has D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder)
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[A portal suddenly rips in the ceiling of the tower. In its warped glory, faint screaming that seams to be getting louder can be heard.]
[Peter, freaked out by the sudden appearance of the portal, gets into a fighting stance]
[When the screaming got to its loudest it could get, a teenager fell out. The portal closed in response]
[Hearing the screaming, most of the Avengers who were around ran to see what was happening]
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? {face down on the floor}: *groans in pain* owwwwwww…
Peter {clearly panicked}: Wh-Who are you?!
? {tries to get up}: Huh?
[Their vision is blurred from the sudden impact, yet they try to make out the features on the strangers face.]
[Slowly, the teenager gets on their knees and puts their hand on their nose to check if it was bleeding. Fortunately, it wasn’t.]
? [slightly confused]: *turns to see the boy better* Do you happen to know where I am?
Peter: Answer me first.
[At this point, many people surround them, seeming as they are trying to make sure they don’t try to harm anyone; or anything.]
?: Oh, ok! I’m Axar Schmidt. I’m am currently 14,726,981 years old. Now can you tell me where I am?
Peter {shocked}: You’re how old?!
Axar: 14,726,981 years old. I’m sorry to be repetitive, but I still need to know where I am.
Natasha: And how can we trust you? You appeared out of no where and strangely calm.
Axar {cheerful}: I can see how that can cause some alarm! Please be aware that without knowledge of my surroundings, I’m at a disadvantage. And in number.
[At this point, most people are caught off guard and have let their guard down; but not completely.]
Bruce {stern}: Just because your witty and know your way around words, don’t think we would be fooled by you.
Axar: Do you have some ice? My face might bruise if I leave it alone for too long.
Bruce: Nat, can you knock them out?
Natasha: On it. *rears her leg*
Axar {worried}: Wha-
[Axar is knocked out with a swift kick to the neck. They start phase back into consciousness after a while; now chained in a chair.]
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Tony: Do you think they could be with HYDRA?
Bruce: She seemed genuinely confused, but it is a possibility.
Natasha: She? I thought it was a guy.
Thor: Why does it matter?
Peter {mumbled}: It could be neither…
Tony: What was that Peter?
Peter {slightly embarrassed}: I said ‘It could be neither’.
[With another groan of pain, Axar fully regain consciousness. The chair was cold, with no form of cushion. Axar looked at his wrists, only to see they were being healed down by more metal.]
[Axar slightly wiggles their hand to get free. Yet the calmness was suddenly gone. Axar no longer reminders what was happening, all they could feel was a pounding headache from two directions. Not only that, the lights were blinding and the people talking were making the headache worse.]
[Now seeing their wrists and ankles being held down. They start violently thrashing around, trying break free.]
Tony {shocked by the sudden movement}: I thought you said they were very calm!
Bruce {equally shocked}: They were!
Axar: WHERE IN THE NINE REALMS AM I? WHI THE HELL ARE YOU? WHY AM I LOCKED UP? WHAT WILL YOU DO TO ME?
Tony {now angered by the yelling}: Shut it! You are in no position to be asking questions.
[Axar had a brilliant idea. They could use their powers to escape confinement.]
Axar: All I have to do is liquify and then I’m out of here.
[Axar tried to liquify their body in the familiar black goop that they used to modify their body. Stinging pain was sent through their body; making them release a piercing scream.]
Loki {in a cell not to far away from the one Axar was in}: You seem to be having trouble their buddy~.
Axar {hissing}: Tell me that when your hair isn’t so shiny that you can see your reflection in it. Bitch.
Tony {snickering}: Now this is entertaining. I might let them stay just to hear them insult Loki.
[Again, Axar couldn’t remember what was happening for the past 24 minutes. They figured she must have switched gears.]
Axar: Why are you snickering? Did something amusing happen?
Tony: Just the snide remark you made to Loki.
Axar: Snide remark? I can’t even remember what happened not too long ago; did I say something bad?
Bruce: What do you mean you don’t remember?
Axar: Oh! I switched gears!
Natasha: What?
Axar: Oh, I guess you don’t know what I mean. You see I have D.I.D.!
Tony: What is that?
Axar: Well it’s-
Bruce: D.I.D. stands for Dissociative Identity Disorder. Her brain thinks that she is multiple people, but since she thinks she’s different people, she can’t access certain memories. And vice versa.
Axar: Yep! You explained it perfectly! But I’m not a ‘she’ as you put it.
Natasha {whispering}: I knew it.
Axar: I actually don’t have a gender! But if you must refer to me in the gender binary, I like he and him. But if I had to choose, I like th-
Tony: I don’t have time for this.
[Tony presses a button the releases a sweet smelling gas into your chamber. Because of the scent, Axar inhaled deeply. This caused him to be knocked out, they had yet to realize that is was tranquilizing.]
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Part 1????? Idk I wrote this at like 3 am so it’s probably bad. I thought it was uniquely written tho!!
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i-writes-things · 23 hours ago
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The Secret.
Part 6 pt.? pt.1
Avengers x Fem!reader
(+ \) Platonic, Angst
summary- The newest Avenger keeps a bug secret from the rest if the team....
Warnings- mentions of triggers, and swearing.
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I actually made this gif!
You sat in silence barely able to see, head swirling, but you knew exactly where you were.
You stood up woozily and regained your eye sight, seeing the plexi glass all around you on the walls.
You sigh, no way to escape from here. You weren't going to give up that easily though
Just as the smells all come back to you, the acid of the food they made you eat, your filth of never having a shower, the horrible mens perfume you had to smell around the clock, and the smell of burning metal making you go insane.
You don't let yourself think of what they would do to Jake if they had him here now or if they were after him.
You snapped your head towards the door, hearing quiet footsteps from outside your room, your head swimming through different thoughts of who it could be,
And guess who greets you from the other side...
Z-...
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Steve wakes up in a sweat, seeing that he is sitting next to three of his co-workers and some of the other Avengers.
Remembering broken pieces from the night before.
Tony's next to awaken and Steve is already cutting the ropes off the co-workers almost to Tony.
"Would- would you go a bit faster, Captain." Tony says catching his breath.
Steve just glares at Tony and continues to cut the ropes. Tony wakes up Clint next to him
"Wher- what happened guys?" Clint asks sleepily.
"I personally thi-" Steve cuts Tony off
"Hydra. It was Hydra, they are the only ones I know of that could do something like this." Steve said skipping Tony on purpose and going to start cutting Clint out of his ropes.
Tony groans talking back to Steve "Yeah, seems logical Cap. Making clones of us, pretty sophisticated for Hydra." he says sarcastically
"Could have been Robots?" Suggests a now very awake Thor.
"Good point, Point Break." Tony says thinking on Thor's thought further
"I did shoot myself and he went down for a few moments like it was reboot itself." Clint Chimes in now free of rope.
Clint nudges Bruce to try and wake him, but nothing happens, he's like jello.
Steve went to cut Thor, after doing bruce quickly, but Thor flexed his muscles and most of the ropes popped off, hitting Bruce and Steve hard in the face.
Bruce wakes up with a start, his heart racing but, feeling a bit better once he sees all his friends.
Tony laughed hysterically while Steve cut him out, waking there co-workers next to them.
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Natasha however was not at the Compound as of right she was headed to your apartment, actually wanting to talk with you privately, about... Well multiple things, but what she found was worse than she what she was expecting.
She looked down at the address and uo at the building one more time before heading inside.
She found your room on the 3rd floor, locked door as expected she knocked waiting to hear you.
Nothing. She knocked again "Hey, Y/n/n it is Nat! I just wanna talk." She says hoping you would come to the door.
Nothing.
She got suspicious and rang the doorbell, waiting for more than enough time, she broke in, hoping to god that there wasn't a silent alarm system or that you would be standing right about to open the door.
"Y/n?" Hand on her gun, walking in slowly.not seeing any site of you.
She notices a framed picture of a baby boy, waiting for your response, hoping nothing had happened to you.
She thinks for a moment that its the wrong apartment, but then she sees a picture of you and the team all standing together when you first got there, framed right over your framed S.h.i.e.l.d. certificate.
She grins remember those times, but started to think back to the baby picture.
"She would have told us." She whispers to herself not thinking too much about the picture, walking into your empty kitchen.
Checking it out for herself finding, baby food in the fridge, a high chair in the living room, multiple toys in your din, and a whole room for a toddler, a crib, animal stickers on the walls, blankets, pacifiers everywhere.
She lowers her gun, realizing. It clicked, it had finally clicked.
You had a kid, a son.
She quickly went to search the rest of the house not finding either of you, this time actually looking for a baby.
She did however find your laptop, not wanting to invade but did anyway, as it seemed you were missing and highly suspicious right now.
It was open to a Word Document
Tell the team ASAP
You have a son, Jake L/N
Hydra had found you, and called your home phone last night.
Where to find Jake if you randomly disappeared:
Day Care #63892927 The corner of Maple Ln. and Tyvola Rd. 2726
Babysitter Jane #63845291 The Richard Apartment Complex on 5th in the city, room 423
Mrs. Bobbi next door in room 309
Natasha read it and almost cried, were you gone? did hydra have you? Should she try to find Jake for you or go to find the rest of the Team about this first?
"Damn it." She said cursing herself out, leaving your apartment...
Part 6!! I at first had it going a whole different direction, glad I went back and changed it up before posting, I like this one much more! ❤️ And thank you soooo much for 22 BESTIESS ahhhh!!!(22 followers) Love you guys! ‼️❤️❤️
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marniesea · a day ago
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Writing the first kiss: OH MY GOD SO CUTE, I LOVE THIS
Realizing I have to write smut the next chapter: Oh fuck
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maikazaphiris · a day ago
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V.I.V.I.D. Chapter 1
Series Masterlist
Summary: You were a college student who didn’t stand out. No, really, I’m telling you, you were just some girl who preferred gaming over being a party animal. If you didn’t get to play video games, you cried while you struggled in front of your assignments. Typical student life, right?
And yet, somehow getting involved in the Battle of New York in 2012 set you into another path in life rather than the one you were sure you secured. In fact, your life was about to get more colorful.
Pairings: Avengers x Fem!Reader, To-Be-Revealed x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3.8k
A/N: God I feel so nervous posting this haha. This is my first fanfic in the fandom so I hope you will enjoy the story. You are welcome to leave any feedback to help me improve or any comment in general. :) Also English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if some parts don’t really make sense-
Chapter 2 (coming soon)
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You woke up with a jolt at the sound of your alarm from your phone. After a while, you groaned as you attempted to turn it off. You then realized that you were not in your bed, but sitting in front of your desk. Must’ve fallen asleep while working on your last assignment for the semester. You took a deep breath, letting the cool air that occupied your room fill your lungs. Discomfort palpated your left cheek as your mind awakened slowly. When you sat up in your chair, you realized it was from the fact you slept on your keyboard. Still half asleep, you checked the state of your face with your phone. You saw some spots on your face, but the desk lamp didn’t provide enough lighting for you to check.
You rose up from your seat, yawning away some of your tiredness, and headed to the bathroom as quietly as possible without waking up your roommate. You squinted at the brightness of the bathroom light when you turned it on before taking a glance at your reflection in the mirror. Finals season definitely didn’t treat you well. Your reflection was terrible. You had bags under your eyes, wrinkles were forming again, and you could see well-shaped marks on your cheek. Annoyance filled your sigh. Should’ve thought twice before overworking to exhaustion in front of your desk. You brushed your teeth and washed your face, massaging your cheek to make the marks less clear.
When you left the bathroom, you checked the time. 6:10 A.M.… You had less than 6 hours to finish your database assignment and drop it off on campus. Stripes of sunlight coming through the blinds painted themselves in the kitchen. You exhaled deeply, still feeling exhausted. You regretted spending a good amount of the time gaming instead of starting your paper earlier. Nothing could save your ass now. You made yourself some of the terrible instant coffee you bought last night. To your discontent, your favorite brand was out of stock. You hoped the horrible taste would still help you stay awake.
You went back to your room and plopped in your seat. It was only then that you noticed your screen was still on… and you had an interminable amount of pages filled with random letters in your paper. Surely from the face on the keyboard. You groaned loudly at the sight of the mess. Not only weren’t you done, but you also had to correct and check everything. You unenthusiastically began to fix your document.
The task took you about an hour and a half; you had to verify no more mistakes were present. Sounds of traffic in the streets outside were getting prominent even with the windows of your bedroom closed. You rubbed away the headache that was settling in and checked what was remaining.
“Okay… so I’m missing number 2 and number 6…” You gently bit the tip of your thumb as you thought. “I really hope to finish this by 11…”
You took one last sip before working and typing the solutions to the questions. Thankfully, you’ve done some research on the questions beforehand. Around 9:00 A.M., you heard some movement outside your room. Probably your roommate getting up for your day. Soon you heard a few knocks on your door. A voice soon followed.
“Hey girl,” it greeted you with a little cheerful tone.
You took a quick look to notice first the purple uncombed fluff on the head of Kai, your roommate and your closest friend, still in their pajamas.
“Hey friend. I can’t talk too much, but come in,” you invited them.
They let themselves come into your room and plopped on your unmade bed. “Did you even sleep at all Y/N?”
“I did. Woke up on my keyboard...” you replied, still staring at your screen as you were inserting graphs in your paper.
“No way! Lemme see!” They got closer to you and saw the marks on your cheek fading away. They snorted. “Wow. That’s pretty funny.”
“Ha ha. Sure,” you retorted with sarcasm. You still gave them a little smile.
“Ok ok I’m sorry,” they replied, trying not to laugh. They leaned forward to check your screen. You checked them quickly when you felt their immense presence above you. You always forgot how tall they simply were in comparison with you. Standing at 6’1” and having a broadly fit body, they were impossible to miss. They moved their bangs away from their eyes to see better, biting their bottom lip lightly. “When is this due?”
“Noon.”
“You’re nearly done at least?” They stood back up adequately, moving some hair strands behind their right ear. They flopped back on your bed.
“Almost done with a question, then I have one more left.”
“You think you’re going to have enough time to go to the campus as well?”
“Hopefully. Let’s talk when I’m done?”
“Sure,” Kai groaned, getting up on their feet, and paced to leave your room.
“Oh, Kai? Can you please get me a refill? Gonna need it.” You passed them your empty cup.
They took it and immediately recognized the smell. Somehow it was their hidden talent. “Is that the shitty instant coffee we both hate?”
You sighed, regretting everything. You paused your typing to look at them. “Yes.”
“Girl, I told you to pick something else.”
You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear anymore of this topic. “Kai, I don’t have the time to argue.” You turned your gaze to your screen, typing what you were thinking.
“Right, right, gotta finish your assignment. Gonna get you that refill.”
They walked away as you continued your paper. They came back with your coffee as you were starting the last question. You thanked them as you squinted at your screen. They quickly left your room when they left your coffee on your desk to let you focus. You hummed. Geez, that last question was more complicated than you thought. After all, you grasped little of the material related to it.
“Okay Y/N, come on… You can do this…”
You took another deep breath and started typing again. Eventually, you started cursing at the program’s compiler for not rendering the model of your database. Then you cried all the blasphemies you know because Word crashed on you. You apologized to it soon after when you realized it had an auto-saved version of your paper. Finally, your laptop didn’t warn you were out of battery before shutting down. To be fair, you were so focused on your document that you didn’t notice the notification.
A quarter before eleven, you finally finished your assignment and you’ve saved it in your USB key. All that was remaining was to print it on campus and drop it at the professor’s office. Your stomach growled. You were hungry, but you wanted to finish the submission of your work first. You changed to your college hoodie and some sweatpants before grabbing your eyeglasses and your sling bag to store your USB key. When you left your bedroom, Kai was scrolling through social media on their phone, laying on the couch. They noticed you.
“Finally done?”
“Finally done,” you replied as you put glasses on.
“I assume you’re going to school.” They stood up, stretching a bit. “Can I come with you?”
You gave them a puzzled look. “Why? You’re already done with your semester. Also, aren’t you supposed to have work today?”
They paced towards you. “Well, because I have spent little time with my best friend who confined herself in her room when she gets home.” You rolled your eyes with a brief smile. You knew you were very busy the past few weeks, but didn’t think Kai would miss you that much during that period. They stopped right next to you, looking down on you with a growing smirk. God, you knew they were teasing you about your height and they were doing their job right. Goddamn tall people. You didn’t have such a height difference, but they still commented about your “shorter” stature. You were 5’7” for crying out loud! You pulled your tongue at them, a grin forming on your lips. They scoffed before continuing, “also, today’s my day off. Requested it last week and honestly, I needed a bit of time off.”
You snorted. “Weren’t you hired like 6 months ago?”
“Hey! It was still 6 months of part-time working without asking for any break that is not the holidays!” they protested, looking offended.
“Alright, alright! Tag along then, but we gotta hurry.”
“But it’s not even eleven–”
“Kai…,” you warned them in a low voice.
They raised their hands in protest. “I’m kidding! Give me ten minutes-“
A grin creeped on your lips. “I give you five.”
They huffed, showing you a mocking, pouty face. “Killjoy.”
“Just hurry,” you laughed as you hushed them away. They pouted as they headed to their bedroom to get ready.
While you waited, you went back to the bathroom to check yourself. The marks from the keyboard were barely present on your cheeks and to your surprise, you didn’t seem as tired as you actually were. You did yawn a bit when Kai finally came out of their room, dressed and ready to go. Their style usually followed the trend, but also not standing out. While sometimes you envied their sense of fashion and how fluid they can be with their outfits, you rather stuck with the more relaxed and comfortable wear. Their hair was sticking out a bit from their beanie. They took their purse while you grabbed your cap and you both left your apartment. As you locked the door, they couldn’t help themselves but to ask you something.
“You know, Delilah is planning a party to celebrate the end of the semester…” You groaned slightly, closing your eyes. You knew where this was going, but you let them finish. “and I thought it’d be great for the both of us to chill with other people.”
“You know very well that I don’t do well with parties. Too many people.” You opened your eyes again, stored away your keys as you both started walking towards the exit. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose. “I’d rather stay home and play some Final Fantasy or something–”
“Oh, come on Y/N, we’re still young,” they whined, making your eyes roll. “Why not have fun while we can?”
“Life doesn’t end once we graduate, Kai. And we don’t have to attend parties to have fun.”
They scratched the back of their head. “Fair enough. But how many people do you know from our school except me? And that you hang out with.”
You sighed. “No one else.”
“See what I mean?” You exited the building, the humid weather of NYC welcoming you. You started walking towards your school. “You live in the middle of New York, you only have me as a friend who also knows the city like the back of their hand... And you don’t even have a boyfriend.”
“I’m not in New York to check out boys. And why are we even on this topic?”
“Because I’m worried about your well-being, Y/N.” You both stopped at a red light.
“I just want to finish this forsaken degree and get a job ASAP.” You stuck your hands in your jeans’ pockets. “With all the classes I failed, I don’t want to add another 3 years behind the college’s desks. And it’s definitely not by partying that’s going to help me pass my classes…”
They wrapped one of their long arms around your shoulders, leaning against you. Why you little shit... “I get that, dear, but you can’t always stay cocooned in our apartment whenever you have free time. You never go out.”
“Hey!” you protested. “Whenever we go eat out or walk in Central Park, that’s going out!”
They pointed at your nose. “Doesn’t count.” Their answer made you groan, giving them a smile. The light being green, you both started walking again. “You know, I could hook you up with–”
You immediately interrupted them, removing yourself from their embrace. “Not happening, thanks, though. Can we please talk about something other than my social circle?” You were already nervous about your assignment. You didn’t want to hear them suggesting another date with some random guy. It wasn’t something you had an interest in at the moment, anyway.
“Fair enough,” Kai sighed loudly as they shook their head slowly. You both arrived on campus, walking towards the Labs building. “Have you found an internship?”
“Nope. I really thought I’d be able to at least get an interview with Stark Industries…”
“I’m sorry, I would’ve helped you with that.” They crossed their arms, feeling guilty. “You applied for a completely different department than mine, and it’s not like I’d be able to talk to their HR, anyway.”
“It’s okay Kai.” You gave them a faint smile. “Not your fault the one I dealt with was a bitch…”
“No kidding! What’s with the power trip they got sometimes, geez…” they scoffed.
You both entered the building. Kai got recognized by some students and you clutched your hands on your bag tightly, hoping you’d be invisible to them. You continued to walk, as Kai was trailing behind you. Soon enough, they caught up to you.
“By the way, why do you wear glasses? You don’t even need them.”
Your eyes glanced up towards them as you opened the door to enter one of the computer labs. They weren’t wrong, you never needed glasses. Your eyes had 20/20 vision and there was no practical purpose in using them. Though, after a while of wearing them, they brought you some kind of comfort. It was like you felt protected when you wore them.
“Well, it’s the perfect accessory to make myself invisible from the flock of our peers.” Your answer made them snort as you grinned. You both entered the lab. “No, but for real, I just started to wear them and honestly… I got used to them. Plus, most of us in CS are just a bunch of nerds with glasses. Easier to blend in I guess.” You checked the room, seeing a few students sitting at their spots.
“You’re a little weirdo, you know that?”
“As if everyone else isn’t weird, Kai.” You spotted an empty spot in the back of the room and sat down in front of the monitor. “You got your own weird things.”
Your friend plopped down in the seat next to you and looked at you with a perplexed stare. “Like what?”
“Like how you can just smell the most random thing and you find out what it is first try.” You logged in your account and inserted your USB key in the tower.
“Okay, but you gotta admit it’s a sick talent,” they bragged.
“Sure, whatever you say,” you snorted.
“Back to your glasses, though…” They started spinning on the computer chair slowly. “It’s a shame you don’t walk around without them. You sure have a cute little face.”
“What, so I’m ugly with them?” you gave them a teasing grin as you prepared to print your assignment.
They chuckled, shaking their head. “Na, you’re still adorable with them, buuuuut…”
“If this is another attempt to say I can get some guys, please don’t.” You clicked the button to send the order to the printer and stood up to pick up your paper.
“Right.” They held their fist a bit in the air, knowing they already lost the debate. “Right…” Sighing, they followed suit.
You took your document, browsed through it to make sure you didn’t miss any page or any information deemed necessary before stapling it, and you headed to the exit. Your friend followed you all the way to the technology department, saying hi to some of their friends. The both of you talked about various topics as you made your way to the computer science department where you could drop your paper in the assignment chute. You checked the time on your phone. 11:30 a.m. You still had some time for a last check-up. Kai tried to push you a bit to just submit it, but you had to be sure. As you verified the last page, you could see them fidgeting with excitement. You scoffed at them. They truly were your best supporter. As you left your last assignment in the chute, they suddenly hugged you tightly and spun you around like a little kid, squealing with joy.
“You’re finally done!! Congrats girl!”
You couldn’t help yourself but laugh at their reaction. “Thanks Kai.”
Done with their little show, they gently put you down on your feet, still having a massive grin showing all their teeth. You suddenly felt your legs getting weak and your head felt light. You leaned against a wall as Kai noticed something was wrong. Their face changed to frowns. They immediately tried to support you and slowly helped you sit on the ground. “Hey, you good?” Your stomach growled loudly in response, making your cheeks turn to a slight pink from embarrassment. They couldn’t stop themselves from snorting. “When was the last time that you ate, Y/N?”
“Uhhh…” You thought for a few seconds. “was it yesterday morning?”
“We’re definitely getting lunch ASAP. Here, take this in the meantime," they reached out to their purse and handed you a protein bar. You thanked them as you took the snack. They sat down next to you as you unwrapped the bar and started eating it a bit. You both stayed silent. You threw a glance at their profile, their eyes staring at their phone screen.
While they were sometimes pushy on certain topics, you knew Kai cared a lot about you. They’ve been like this ever since you met them four years ago. You were both freshmen who got paired for the college dorms. Even though you were shy, Kai has managed to make you get out of your shell around them. You soon enough became close friends. It didn't take long before you witnessed their wilder personality and lifestyle; being at parties and with people was very important to Kai. Nonetheless, they respected your boundaries and your limits when it came to social interactions, especially when it was any other person than them. Nowadays, whenever you would see one of Kai’s usual partners, you would try to converse with them minimally, most of the time topics like the weather and how they’ve been.
By the middle of your second year, you both moved out to an apartment close to campus and that had a decent view on the streets of New York City. Surprisingly, you both never had a fight with the other so far. Instead, if you were not studying or gaming and Kai wasn’t at a party, you would do activities with them like binging series and movies. They even introduced you to your favorite musical movie, Mamma Mia!. Sure, it was very cheesy, but to you the songs were just so good and catchy. You enjoyed other musicals, but Mamma Mia was still the best for you. Otherwise, both of you would even blast some music and sing and dance wildly as you were doing chores around the apartment. They taught you a move or two, but you had some groove in you. Well, that last part was Kai's opinion, at least.
You must've stared at Kai for too long, as they noticed your gaze on them. They looked back at you in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thought how hot my roommate is," you teased them while jabbing slightly at their side.
Your reply made them laugh. "Why thank you, honey. Never thought I would've heard that from you."
You shrugged as you laughed with them. "What do you know, I may still have some taste." You winked at them.
They let out a snort. "Alright, alright, if you're joking, then you must be feeling better." They stood up and reached out a hand towards you. As you clasped yours into theirs, they gently pulled you up.
“So, what should we eat?”
“I don’t know, anything works really.” You groaned as you laid a hand on your stomach.
“How about shawarma?”
“Oh! Haven’t had some in a while, huh…”
“Okay, let’s go before I have to carry you on my back.” “Ugh, let’s not. Don’t want people to think I’m drunk in the middle of the day…”
“Pffff, sure, whatever. Come on.”
They pulled you by your wrist and you followed them with a smile, rolling your eyes at their behavior. You shivered a bit as you felt the contrast of temperature between the air conditioning of the building versus the warm weather outside. Kai finally let you go as you walked up next to them towards the shop. Kai kept throwing some dumb jokes and funny anecdotes and you couldn’t help but laugh at how absurd some of them were. You started walking on Park Avenue.
You didn’t notice the screams from pedestrians five blocks away, nor did you hear the loud impacts. It was only when you noticed a woman standing ten feet from you shrieking with fear as she was looking up. As she stumbled away in the opposite direction, Kai and you both looked behind you in confusion. It was then that you saw it. A giant flying monstrous creature you’ve never seen before. More creatures like it were coming out from some kind of black hole in the sky above the Stark Tower. You saw other unidentified bodies flying around the area, shooting lasers from their little ships. The buildings nearby were getting destroyed by the invaders. Cars were flying away because of the explosions. People were scrambling away in fear, some bumping into one another, to shelter themselves from danger. Some of them would get hit by the lasers or get caught by the blasts. A man fell not even five feet in front of you, his body not showing any sign of life. Your pupils dilated, and you started sweating bullets. Your breathing staggered as you tried to move to get out of the way. All the muscles in your body were frozen. You couldn’t hear anything but your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your head. You didn’t hear Kai yelling at you to run. Was this the doomsday the conspiracy seekers were all panicking about for the past year? Were they actually right this entire time? You didn’t react in time to run away. As Kai was trying to pull you with them, another explosion blasted near you. The impact produced intense shock waves, propelling you both away.
It was the last thing you remembered as everything went black.
Chapter 2 (coming soon)
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abitgryffindorky · a day ago
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Not You Again- Chapter Sixteen (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Years after escaping from Hydra experimentation, y/n goes on a Tinder date with none other than the Winter Soldier himself. With her powers now reveled to the Avengers, y/n is going to have to spend a lot more time with the one man she truly hates.
Masterlist, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Seventeen
CW: anxiety, spiraling, showering so like partial nudity?, some slight Bucky trauma, discussion of murder, y/n gets bitch slapped a few times, angst and fluff (but not in that order), more shitty russian
Chapter Summary: After the recon mission, Bucky, Sam, and y/n return to their base. Y/n panics over her possible past as a Winter Soldier
AO3, if that’s your style.
Chapter Sixteen-
 You didn’t listen when Bucky filled Sam in on the details of the incident. You were too lost in your thoughts, panicking and trying to remember anything that would’ve given you the training needed to take someone down as you just had. The hike back to the warehouse passed in a blur, your quiet and detached demeanor earning some concerned glances from the men you traveled with.
“Y/n, can I check you for injuries?” Sam asked when the three of you were finally back in the room you had been living in.
You tried to focus on him, to escape your thoughts and convince him everything was okay. “I’ve just got a broken rib or two. Other than that I’m fine.”
“Okay… but if anything starts to bother you let me know,” Sam said, unconvinced by your nonchalant tone.
Sam went to go check the surveillance equipment while Bucky stood in a doorway, taking off his tactical gear. Bucky was watching you, his eyes scanning for any sign of distress. You brushed off his prying gaze and tried to make yourself comfortable on top of your sleeping bag. You were too weak to summon Foma still and you didn’t want to get the inside of your sleeping bag covered in blood. You would get cleaned up later. You had a long night of stress and spiraling ahead of you.
“You’re not going to sleep like that,” Bucky said, sounding exasperated, like he was reprimanding a particularly difficult toddler.
You groaned. “I’m tired, Barnes. I’ll shower tomorrow,” you protested. 
Bucky rolled his eyes and stomped over to you. He crouched next to you, extending a hand. “Come on, don’t make me pick you up.”
Reluctantly, you took Bucky’s hand, grumbling that he probably couldn’t lift you anyways. “‘M too heavy,” you continued as he helped support your tired body on its journey to the showers. 
“You’re not too heavy. You’re perfect, and besides, I’m a super soldier,” Bucky replied. The two of you reached the showers, and Bucky made sure you were stably against a wall before turning on the water and testing it’s temperature. It was freezing, of course, as the warehouse didn’t have heating, let alone warm water. Bucky frowned at it.
“Come ‘ere, I’ll wash your hair,” he said, once again extending a hand to you. You hesitated. Were you supposed to shower with your clothes on… or worse, did he want you to strip? Bucky noticed your mental battle, and seemed to come to the same crossroads. You looked down at your bloodstained sweatshirt and leggings. Judging by the stickiness of your skin beneath your layers, it seemed the blood had seeped through.
“Do you… mind if I help? I know it can be hell to try to wash your hair with busted ribs,” Bucky said, looking incredibly apologetic. You were silent, allowing the shower’s steady stream to fill the gap in the conversation.
You weighed your options. On one hand, it would be incredibly embarrassing to shower in front of Bucky. On the other, you were dead tired and you knew he wouldn’t let you sleep until you were somewhat clean.
You nodded. “I’m keeping my underwear on though. We can’t give Sam anything else to tease us about,” you smirked, turning away from Bucky as you went to undress.
You grabbed the bottom hem of your sweatshirt, and began to pull it off of you, before you were stopped by a shooting pain in your ribs. You flinched and doubled over, stumbling back into Bucky.
Without hesitation, he helped you steady yourself. He gently spun you to face him, and gingerly took hold of your sweatshirt. Slowly, he raised it over your head and off of each arm in turn, careful not to aggravate your injury. He tossed it aside, and rested his hands on the bottom of your tank top.
“This too, doll?” he asked softly. You nodded, and he repeated the cautious process of taking off a shirt.
When the tank top was added to the pile of bloody clothes, you began to wiggle your leggings off. When you reached the middle of your thigh, you once again winced and nearly fell over. Without a word, Bucky crouched down and helped you peel out of your pants. When he stood back up, you met his eye, noticing that his face was dusted with the same bashful red you were sure yours was.
He cleared his throat, and motioned for you to turn around, his head turned away from you to allow for some semblance of modesty. You obliged, and he grabbed your shampoo and body wash from the pile of toiletries in the corner. He opened the body wash, and you held out your hands as he allowed a generous portion of the soap to pool in your hands. He filled his own hands with shampoo as you stepped into the frigid shower.
For a while, both of you were silent. You scrubbed faint red stains off of your body while Bucky gingerly massaged your hair. When your body was as clean as you could manage, Bucky was rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. He tipped your head back and held a hand to your forehead, ensuring no soap fell into your eyes.
Without a task of your own, you were left to shiver under the water as Bucky worked. At first, your unoccupied mind wandered to the intimacy of the position you found yourselves in. Before you had time to panic over your feelings for Bucky however, a more sinister panic set in. How the hell did you kill that man earlier? That wasn’t you- or at least not the same you that went into a dissociative trance after shooting the man in the alleyway. You had been cold, mechanical, even. You reminded yourself of the Winter Soldier.
Your breathing quickened at the thought, and Bucky, who was now working conditioner into your hair, noticed. 
“Hey, y/n,” he said softly. “You’re okay. You’re safe now. It’s just Sam and me here.”
You wanted to correct him, that it certainly wasn’t okay, that you could be dangerous, but he continued speaking. 
“I hate this shower, you know. Well, any cold showers. Even cold weather sometimes. Makes me think of cryo. I don’t think I’ll ever shake that. At least I can rationalize all those… other things, that that wasn’t me. But cryo… the tight feeling in my chest while my body froze… that was a fear both the Winter Soldier and I shared. An animalistic fear, really. Even now, I’m not even in the water really, and part of me is telling me that I should get away, escape the ice.”
As Bucky talked, you relaxed a bit, allowing his story to take center stage in your mind. He smirked at the visible tension leaving your shoulders, glad his rambling was helping you.
“It’s silly, really, but that doesn’t stop me from being nervous,” he said after a brief pause.
“It’s not silly. It makes sense, after everything you went through,” you replied. “Thank you for your help, Bucky.”
“Anytime, doll.”
“I’m sorry if this is stressful for you. I can manage on my own next time,” you said.
“I don’t mind. I’ve been through worse. We both have,” he said, beginning to rinse your hair again. You nodded, and closed your eyes, enjoying Bucky’s hands carding through your hair. All too soon, he was shutting the water off and scurrying to find you a towel.
When he came back, he wrapped you in a towel. “Sam’s on the roof checking the surveillance tech. You’ve got the room to change. I’ll be outside, so just let me know if you need any help,” he said.
You fumbled through changing, wiggling out of your wet underwear and slipping into pajamas. When you finished, you told Bucky it was okay to come back in the room and lowered yourself onto your sleeping bag. Bucky watched you carefully, but didn’t offer to help, feeling like he had overstepped normal boundaries enough for one night.
It had been two hours before you had initially tried to fall asleep. Bucky’s soft snores filled the room while Sam stood watch. Your ribs hurt and you couldn’t get comfortable on the floor. Not to mention the spiraling thoughts of how dangerous you could be.
“Can’t sleep, y/n?” Sam asked, his voice a bit hoarse from the hours of silence.
“No, I can’t. It hurts to breathe,” you said, avoiding the real reason why you were awake.
“Would the bed help? I don’t mind the floor,” he said, gesturing toward the rickey bed he had been occupying. Since the first night you arrived, your sleeping arrangements hadn’t changed. You slept on Foma, Sam slept in the bed, and Bucky slept on the floor.
“It would actually. You really don’t mind?” you questioned.
Sam shook his head, moving to gather up his bedding. “You forget I was a soldier. I’m used to it,” he said with a smirk.
You gathered your own sleeping bag and drug it over to the mattress, carefully spreading it out. When you layed down, you let out a sigh of relief. Despite it being a gross, hard, and old mattress, it was considerably better than the floor.
“So now that you’re more comfortable, are we going to talk about what’s really bothering you?” Sam asked. You stared at him in disbelief. Did he know? “I know taking a life is never easy.”
He didn’t know. Thank god. If you could just make sure the conversation stayed on guilt, you’d be okay. You frankly didn’t care about the man. He was Hydra, and you hated the way he taunted Bucky. He acted like Bucky was an object, something he owned, and it made your blood boil.
You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m a bit shaken up to be honest.”
Sam nodded sympathetically. “You know you did what you had to, though, right?”
You nodded this time. “I know, but it doesn’t make it easier. What if that man had a family?” you asked. You hoped he didn’t, now that you thought about it. You didn’t care about anyone who would grieve him, you just didn’t want him to procreate.
“He knew the risks when he started running with Hydra. It was only a matter of time.”
You didn’t say anything more, letting Sam have the last word. It was quiet for several minutes, until Sam took a deep breath.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but know I’m here for you. I know you and Bucky are closer than you and I am, but I still care about you,” Sam broke the silence. He was genuine, and it made you feel bad for lying. You smiled at him, appreciating his kindness and his ability to read you. “Plus, I never tried to kill you, unlike someone,” Sam added glaring playfully and Bucky sleeping in the corner, his joke lightening the mood.
You shifted until you were as comfortable as you can be on a bed that was probably older than yourself with a few broken ribs. The conversation with Sam had pulled your mind from your worries about possibly being a threat long enough for you to drift to sleep.
You had just woken up, you were groggy and disoriented. You looked around the cold, metallic room to see five men with assault rifles. Another man, one wearing a lab coat, stood in front of you with a clipboard. You didn’t say anything, somehow knowing you weren’t supposed to speak unless spoken to.
“Доброе утро, эмиссар. Good morning, Emissary,” the man in the lab coat said. You stayed silent. You knew you were supposed to say something, but you couldn’t remember what. You couldn’t remember much of anything now that you thought about it. Your heart raced, as you knew you were disappointing the men in front of you. You tensed, trying to hide your fear, knowing it would only make them angrier.
“Доброе утро, эмиссар. Good morning, Emissary,” he repeated, more forceful this time. Still, you sat, silently looking straight ahead, not meeting anyone’s eyes.
“Когда я говорю «Доброе утро, эмиссар», When I say ‘Good morning, Emissary,’” the man spoke through gritted teeth, pausing to slap you across the face. “вы говорите «Готов подчиниться» и делайте, как вам говорят. You say ‘Ready to comply,’ and do as you’re told,” he growled. 
You nodded, slowly returning to your original sitting position, having been nearly knocked over by the force of the blow. 
“Доброе утро, эмиссар. Good morning, Emissary,” he snarled. You hesitated, slightly frozen in fear. He took the opportunity to slap you again.
“Готов подчиниться. Ready to comply,” you said, quickly sitting back up.
“Доброе утро, эмиссар. Good morning, Emissary,” he repeated.
“Готов подчиниться. Ready to comply,” you said, and he hit you again. You didn’t know why this time. He seemed to simply be angry you didn’t know this information already.
“Доброе утро, эмиссар. Good morning, Emissary.”
“Готов подчиниться. Ready to comply.”
Slap!
“Доброе утро, эмиссар. Good morning, Emissary.”
“Готов подчиниться. Ready to comply.”
Slap!
“Доброе утро, эмиссар. Good morning, Emissary.”
“Y/n, wake up! You’re having a nightmare!” someone spoke with quiet urgency, shaking you slightly.
You jolted awake, sitting straight up. “Готов подчиниться. Ready to comply,” you said, without thinking.
“What did you just say?” Bucky asked, grabbing your wrist tightly while his gaze hardened. You felt your stomach drop as Bucky looked at you with a severity that bordered on contempt. 
Sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger. I actually loved this chapter ngl. The next one is super fun too >:)
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ameliaglitter · a day ago
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I'm going to write an Avengers alternate universe steampunk circus fic. I really want to do this and I need someone to hold me accountable/beta read/encourage me/etc. I need someone to be a sounding board for this idea in my head.
The plot so far:
Steve is recovered from the ice by the shady SHIELD (his backstory is roughly the same, just more steampunk). A double agent (Coulson) helps him escape and hide from SHIELD. Coulson takes him to The Exposition of Extraordinary - a circus with some truly interesting people who may or may not also be hiding out. But the really fascinating person here is the ringleader Tony.
Meanwhile, SHIELD is definitely HYDRA and they send the Winter Soldier to find Captain America. Tony is revealed to be the "long lost" son of Howard Stark. Bucky gets his head fixed. Thor isn't so much a himbo as an actual Norse god. Loki can actually do real magic, not just sleight of hand. Peter is a really good acrobat and his abilities aren't at all sus (they are totally sus).
HYDRA is defeated. Everybody lives happily ever after.
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I like the idea of this being Tony/Steve or Tony/Loki, but I'm not sure. I really want Clint/Bucky or Sam/Bucky. Definitely need Thor/Bruce? I'm also trying to decide on Peter/Wade vs Peter/Harley.
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loki-laufeyson965 · a day ago
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Scary Clowns
PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x OFC (Taylor Willow)
RATING: PG-13 (implied smut)
TW: Scary clowns harassing Taylor, Protective Loki, Threats, Fluff, Implied smut
WORD COUNT: 1,308
SUMMARY: Taylor gets an unpleasant surprise whilst working and Loki is there to save the day.
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Loki had been on midgard for a little over a year and a half. At first he loathed the realm. He thought the people to be rude, gross, and just stupid.
That was until he met Taylor; a 23 year old, brown-haired, green eyed barista. He had no idea that when he went into the small coffee shop The Bean that he’d meet her.
She was working the cash register. While most people cowered away and steer clear of him, Taylor gave him a bright smile and asked for his order. When he was confused as to what the coffee's on the menu were, she was more than happy to explain what they were and even gave him recommendations.
After that day he found himself coming into the shop almost every day. On the days where business was slow he would stay beside the counter and talk to her until customers came in.
When he witnessed a few older men checking Taylor out and saying some crude remarks about her, he felt anger like never before. He made sure that once Taylor couldn't hear or see anything, to make sure those men knew not to come near her again.
After a couple weeks, he decided to stay with her while she closed the shop. He stayed out of her way while she did the cleaning and the closing duties and walked her to her apartment.
It’s been 4 months since the first day they met. They’ve gotten considerably closer and Loki knew he fell for the young girl. How could he not? She was the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen; and he’s seen a lot.
Loki was currently reading his book the house that Stark let him live in. Granted, he made major adjustments to it with the help of his magic. He usually heads to the shop at 5 since it closes at 7. That gives him ample time to talk to Taylor while also not staying there too long. He looked at the clock on the wall that read 4:36 and continued reading, at least until his phone rang.
This alarmed him for a moment since he rarely uses the device, and very few people have his number; Taylor was one of the few.
When the caller ID read her name, he could feel his heart speeding up as he answered.
“Taylor?” He asked as he put the phone to his ear.
“Loki?” She replied quietly from the other end.
“What’s wrong dear? Why are you so quiet? Aren’t you working?” He shot out questions, his anxiety starting to rise.
“Can you come now please? There’s like 4 people dressed as creepy clowns outside the doors. They keep banging on the windows.” Taylor whispered, a small gasp coming out as Loki hears some noise in the background.
“Are the doors locked?” He asked as he was rushing out the front door.
“Yeah. They’re locked. I’m hiding in the back.”
“Good. I’m on my way darling. Don’t fret, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Loki assures her, jogging down the street. Taylor didn’t reply but she stayed on the phone. Loki could hear her letting out soft whimpers and it only made him run faster.
When he finally got to the shop he saw the punks Taylor was talking about. They were all dressed as creepy clowns and had some type of weapon with them.
“Taylor?” He called softly through the phone.
“Yeah?”
“I’m out here. I’ll handle them and then I’ll meet you in the back alright?”
“Be careful Loki. I don’t want you to get hurt.” She hurriedly said, making Loki smile.
“Of course, my love.”
When he hung up he made his way over to the person closest to him and roughly pulled them from the window. Before the person could react, Loki made a dagger appear in his hand and grabbed them by the neck.
“Woah woah dude chill. It’s just a joke!” The person yelled, pulling the mask off.
Loki rolled his eyes. “Scaring an innocent girl to death is what you consider a joke?” He seethed, pushing the guy harder against the wall.
“She rejected my friend man. It was just a little fun. We weren’t gonna hurt her.” The guy pushed.
Loki rolled his eyes. “You’re going to tell your friends to leave and never come back. Forget about her. If I see any of you around here again, or talking to her, looking at her, if you do so much as think about her, I will show you what I find fun. And it will be painful for you.”
The guy nodded and profusely apologized. Loki let him go and he scurried to his friends. After giving them a quick recap of what just happened, the other three looked at Loki who was still gripping his dagger, and took off.
Loki quickly made his way to the back of the shop and Taylor was waiting for him. She didn’t hesitate to jump into his arms and cry.
“Shh, it’s alright my love. They’re gone. They were just some idiotic boys.” Loki cooed.  It took a few minutes for her to calm down and when she did, she simply held him closer.
“Thank you Loki.” She whispered.
“Of course, my love. I will always protect you.” He assured her. “Now what do you say we go back in, you finish your shift, and then we can head to my place and partake in what you midgardian’s call a puzzle.”
“Really? You’d bring me to your house?” Taylor asked, pulling back slightly to look at his face.
Loki smiled. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Taylor shrugged. “It’s your place, I’m sure you don’t like people being there.”
“You’re not people. And I happen to enjoy your company more than I would like to admit.”
Taylor gave a big smile. “If you’re sure you’re okay with it then I’d love to.”
The pair made their way back to the front of the coffee shop and Loki unlocked the doors. As usual, Loki took the stool at the side of the counter and started talking about his adventures on Asgard. This was something he typically did when something was bothering Taylor and she needed a distraction. She loved hearing about Asgard.
There weren't very many customers for the rest of the day, to which Taylor was thankful. She wasn't sure how much more stress she could take in one day. Loki, being the lovestruck gentleman he is, did all the closing for Taylor by using his magic.
"I'll never not be amazed when you do things like that." She mumbled as she looked at the clean shop.
Loki chuckled. "I'll have to show you more of what I can do." He replied playfully, suggestively raising his brows as he made his way over and stood directly in front of her.
"Loki!" Taylor screeched with a laugh as she lightly shoved him on his chest. "Is that why you want to bring me to your house?" She laughed.
He caught her wrists before she could drop them and held them against his chest.  "While I would absolutely love to see you laying in my bed wearing nothing but one of my shirts, I invited you over because I enjoy your company. I fully intend on cooking you dinner, perhaps we watch one of the mundane movie you mortals love, and then, if you would like me to ravish you until you forget your own name and all you can say is mine, I certainly wouldn't be opposed to it." Loki's voice dropped an octave, causing Taylor to gasp.
For a few moments they just stood there looking into each other's eyes. Finally, Taylor leaned up on her toes just enough to press her lips beside his left ear. "Well Mischief, what are we waiting for?"
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