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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months

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Dirty Work 23

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: what up my slutty butties!

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You help Leslie bring out the plates. You set one before Mr. Laufeyson as Leslie puts one down before an empty chair. You can hear your dad muttering at his puzzle. Your boss is unfazed as he smugly sits waiting.

"Offer him something to drink while I get your father," Leslie lowers her voice, turning her back to your guest, "I know you didn't have a mother around but have some common courtesy."

You flinch, injured by her unnecessary remark. Sometimes she says things that sting, just like your father. You suppose that's why they get along so well. She sidesteps you and enters the front room, announcing her presence gaily as she calls your father's name.

"Mr. Laufeyson," you face him sheepishly, "would you like something to drink?"

"I suppose you haven't any cabernet," he snorts. You clamp your lip tightly in humiliation. "I am driving so I suppose it wouldn't matter, you have water, yes? It will suffice."

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson," you answer and spin away, fleeing to the kitchen behind the shield of the simple task.

You take a glass from the cupboard, checking to make sure it's clear and clean, and fill it from the filtered jug in the fridge. You return to the dining room as Leslie helps your father in. He bats her hand off his arm and grunts as he drops into an empty chair across from Mr. Laufeyson. You put the water in front of your boss and peek over at your dad.

"Dad, do you want something--"

"No," he barks as he snatches his fork, poking at the seasoned turnip, "what is this shit?" He sniffs, "smells like garbage."

You sit and balance at the edge of your chair, not paying any mind to the food before you.

"Charlies, don't be rude," Leslie claims a seat of her own, "Loki's mother was so kind to send this over to us."

"I don't know her," your father growls.

"Can't complain for free food, can we?" Leslie girds gently and sends a smile to Laufeyson, "it's been a tough day for him. The humidity really bothers him."

"Would you be quiet?" Your father snaps, "I can speak for myself and I'm just damn fi--"

Your father breaks out into another storm of coughs. He hits the table and braces it, his fork clattering as he struggles to catch his breath. Mr. Laufeyson sits placidly, picking up his knife and fork, and cutting into the pork loin.

"My, you do sound rather terrible," he says as he pokes a morsel of meat in the air on the tines.

"He'll be fine, he just needs to catch his breath," Leslie assures.

"Mm, have you thought of an air purifier? It might do this place some good?" Laufeyson suggests with a curl of his lip, biting into the pork.

"Mr. Fucking Fancy Pants," your dad slaps his own chest as he finds his voice, "what do you know? You ain't some doctor walking in here telling me how to breathe."

"I have several degrees so I could claim the title, I suppose," Laufeyson taunts, "I always thought it a bit pompous, however."

"Ah, go off and buy another set of tits," your father snarls.

"You are such a loving father, aren't you?" Laufeyson goads.

"Good enough to know yours never smacked you hard enough," your dad retorts.

Silence. You look at Leslie as she peers between the men, a frigid smile frozen on her face. You bat your lashes as you teeter and grip the table.

Your dad takes his fork again and scoops up a soft chunk of turnip. He puts it in his mouth, making a face as he tastes it then gags and spits it out. It flies across the table onto Laufeyson's plate. Your brows rise as Leslie's expression mirrors your shock.

"Tastes like garbage too. That mother of yours must be just as much a disappointment to your father as you," your dad chortles at his own insult, hacking into another fit.

Mr. Laufeyson sets his fork down. He sighs and slides his plate away. He stares down your father as he sets his back straight.

"As much as you are to your daughter, I'm sure."

"Mr. Laufeyson," you squeak.

"Get--" your father coughs and chokes, fighting to get to his feet, his stomach hitting the table and rattling the dishes, "the fuck--" cough -- "out of my house."

"Is that what you call this place?" Laufeyson remains seated, glancing around derisively.

Leslie gasps, "sir, now you are too much, we welcomed you in--"

"I wasn't aware your job included nursing his bruised ego," Laufeyson shoots in her direction, "don't remind me of etiquette. I brought you all more than the scraps you have in the back of that dingy fridge. Of course, you wouldn't have the taste or sense to know good food."

"I said GET OUT!" Your father hollers so hard he sways, his voice scratching at its peak.

"Dad," you stand up, "Mr. Laufeyson, please, you need to go--"

"Take your own advice," he stands and scoffs in your father's direction.

"Stop, please, he's my dad--"

"Oh yes, I've heard it before," Laufeyson sneers, "and I heard you beg him just the same before he--"

"No!" You exclaim, "no, leave. Now. Please--"

"You needn't convince me further," Mr. Laufeyson strides around the table, "Chuck," he stops next to your father as he puffs, grasping the chair for support, "try not to choke on your own vitriol."

He pats your dad arm, causing him to recoil and fall onto the chair. Leslie rushes over to him as you stand dumbfounded. You hoped the day wouldn't get worse and yet, you can't say you didn't expect it. Even so, it hits you like a car at full speed and knocks the wind out of you. You don't know what to do.

"Have a good night," Mr. Laufeyson says at the door, "however pleasant it could ever be in a rat-infested hole like this." He looks at you, "thank you for this lovely dinner."

He turns and struts out. You shake your head as adrenaline courses through you, burning around your lungs and hammering in your chest. You look over at your father as he continues to cough violently.

"Dad..." you try to go to him.

"Haven't you done enough?" Leslie snaps as she lashes you with a glare. You wince and stumble back.

"I didn't--"

"He's right about you, isn't he?" She snarls, "you're just an ungrateful brat."

"No--"

"Go!" Your father forces through his choking gasp, "you little bitch!"

Your lip trembles as the room spins. You twirl away without a second thought, horrified and humiliated. You run out into the hallway and barrel up the stairs, sobbing by the time you get to the top step. Mr. Laufeyson has ruined everything. Your job, your family, and your entire life.

You thought you had nothing before, how wrong you were.

✨

You cry yourself to sleep, just like many nights before. Your head swirls with rippled visions of angry eyes and shadowy figures. You drown in the thick unconscious, nearly suffocated with terror as you're paralysed against the virulent nightmares.

You wake only as a crash splinters your sleep. You sit up, heaving for air as you see a dark figure eerily similar to the one in your dreams. You blink until you can, the light of the hallway glowing in the limn your father's portly figure.

He drags out the next drawer from your dresser and dumps it over the pile mounded on the floor. He staggers as he drops the plywood and kicks it aside. He leans on the handle of his oxygen tank as you reach for your lamp.

"Dad? What are you--"

He struggles to reach for the bottle by his feet. He lifts it and wobbles as he untwists the cap. He overturns the bottle of bleach onto the heap of clothes, kicking them around as the stringent chemical spills out. You watch as he ruins the layers of new clothing and cry out as you bounce to the foot of the bed.

"What are you doing!?" You shriek.

"Whore's clothes," he tosses the bottle on top, "you... bring your pimp in here like the slut you are--"

"Dad," you whimper but have no words. He's not so far off after all. You look down at the clothes and the pale stains of the bleach patching across the fabric, "dad, I'm sorry. I tried-- I was only--"

"I don't care," he grits, "I'm done with you. You been..." he takes a deep breath, clasping his chest, "mooching off me for thirty years. You sucked the life outta me--" he gasps again, "look what you done to me," he tugs at the tube that trails down his chest, "this is your fault. You killed me just like you did your mother."

"No, no, no," you touch your cheeks as they burns and your tears fall free, "please, don't say that."

It's another nightmare. It has to be. You're still sleeping. This can't be real.

"Dad," you stand and reach for him, "don't be mad--"

He hits you. Not hard, he can't. He's too weak. You flinch and back away, cowering as you cradle your head. He looks around, his head bobbling and grabs the hardcover book from atop your dresser.

He nears you as you shrink down, stunned into helplessnness. He grips the book with both hands and swings it at you. The first strikes doesn't wake you. It's real.

He hits you, over and over, the sharp corner jabbing into your cheek and chin, then the side thumping across your shoulder and against your side. He keeps on until he can't.

He drops the book and coughs, bending over as he slips to one knee. You watch him, tears streaming into your hands as you babble like a child.

"Daddy," you murmur.

"You get out or I'll call... the goddamn... police," he braces the oxygen tank and forces himself up. "This isn't your home no more." He limps and drags the tank to the door, "it never was.”

✨

You don't know what to do. You can barely stop crying long enough to think. The heavy bags weigh down your steps as you wander mindlessly to the corner and stop, the reality of the moment crashing down like thunder.

You drop the duffle bag and sit on it, letting your work bag hit the pavement by your feet. The sun has barely come up as you sit in the dim hue of dawn. Where do you go?

You feel yourself sinking. Your lungs are reading to shrivel and your head is going to cave in. You're lost. You have no home, you have no father, you have nothing... well, you still have a job.

You cry a little longer, until you hear the first sign of life from across the street. You get up as a man comes of a house. He doesn't notice you as you hitch up your work bag and grab the duffle from the sidewalk. You just need somewhere for a night or two. Let dad cool off and you'll apologise. It will be okay.

You walk down to the main road and catch the first bus. You have no direction, no destination. You get off as you see the marquee of the Holiday Inn. You've never stayed in a hotel, hopefully they have room for you. It seems like no one does.

You shuffle inside, tired and worn out. There's a woman behind the front desk, sitting on a chair so you can only see the top of your head. You hobble over under the weigh of your bags and wait for her to notice you. When she doesn't, you tap the bell on the counter.

"Eh?" She stands up, almost tipping over, "sorry," she yawns, "didn't hear you come in."

"Mm," you hum and chew your lips, "that's okay. Erm..."

"Do you have a reservation? Bit early... or late, to be checking in."

"No, uh, I don't," you lower your eyes, "do you have anything available?"

"Sure we do," she answers chipperly. You look at her name tag; Mindy. "I got a few singles clean and ready."

"Okay, that's good," you answer, "how much?"

"Hundred and twenty for tonight. Credit on file or three hundred cash deposit."

"Oh," you try not show your surprise, "okay, I er, think I have enough but I don't have a credit card."

"Now worries, there's an ATM," she points across the lobby.

"Thank, can I leave my bags here for a second?"

"Sure, sweetie," she turns to the computer and clicks around.

You cross to the machine and dig out your debit card. You slide it into the slot and push the firm metal buttons. Your stomach plummets as you punch in the custom amount for withdrawal. You were saving that for the mortgage and Leslie. You hit Yes and the machine whirs, spitting out a stack of bills and a receipt.

You return to the counter and hand it over. Mindy asks for your name and phone number. You give her your info, growing more weary by the moment.

"Here are your keys," she hands over a tiny paper folio, "checkout is 11am tomorrow."

"Thanks."

"Wifi info is in there, along with information about breakfast. Coffee in the room and a kettle. Oh, and microwave."

You thank her one last time and collect your bags once more. You go to the elevator and check the folio for your room number. You hit floor six and wait for the box to rise. You step off, following the wall plaques to the matching door. It's yours, just for a little bit.

You swipe the card several times before it unlocks, struggling to make it register. You push your duffle inside with your feet and put your work bag beside it as the door shuts on its own. The room is small, the walls are pasted in faded wallpapers and the bed is made with sheets that remind you of another decade.

You put the keys on the table against the wall and drag yourself to the bed. You don't really have any time to nap, you just need to get off your feet for a little.

Your restlessness doesn't let you sit long. You wear some of your old clothes, of the few pieces you salvaged from the ruin. You check yourself in the mirror. You don't bother with the makeup. Mr. Laufeyson will be disappointed either way. Besides, you shouldn't care so much what he thinks. You're just his house manager after all. You're there to do a job.

If only believing it would make it true.

You find a route that goes towards his neighbourhood. It lets you off a few blocks away and you take your time. You almost don't have a choice as your body is achy from your father's attach, new bruises rising tenderly to the surface.

You're early despite the fractured night. As you pass the cafe, you slow and glance through the window. Just one more quiet moment before you face the inevitable.

You push inside and see the same woman as last time. You give the same order as you doubt she even recognises you. She hovers her finger over the touch screen of her till, "we have a special, a rose tea latte, if you're interested."

"Oh?" You scrunch up your lips, you've never been good at saying no. "Sure, I'll try that."

You got the change to pay and frown. You shouldn't be spending what's left on a tea. You should be smarter. Maybe if you were, you wouldn't be such a loser.

You sit and stare at the pink foam. You don't know if you can do this but what other choice do you have? You could just disappear but for how long? You'll run out of money. As hard as it was to get this job, you don't think a new one would be any easier when you have one reference. A reference who you don't expect a shining review from.

You sip carefully. It's delicious. You drop your forehead into your hand as hot tears brim your eyes. You fight to constrain them, nearly quaking with the effort. Your eyes are swollen enough as it is.

You continue to drink, keeping your head down, and finish before you resign yourself to fate. To face Mr. Laufeyson. You can do this, not because you're strong, but because you have to.

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #maid au #dirty work #avengers #mcu #marvel #thor

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pistatsia · 5 months

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All or Nothing: Noel Noa (ft. Jinpachi Ego)

(note that this analysis contains heavy spoilers for Noa's motives in my Big little dramas fic)

What I really like about Noa is that his character, with his questionable coaching decisions and personality... Actually very evidently grows from his backstory.

We only know a few things for sure about Noa's background before Blue Lock: he grew up in the slums of Paris, where he invested all of himself to get out of that hole, he's ex-boyfriend rival of Jinpachi Ego, with whom they diverge in their ideologies and approaches to the striker's game, and he's the idol of little (and adult) Isagi Yoichi due to the fact that he plays rough and focuses on his success rather than his teammates.

On top of that, we also know that Noa was probably forced into Blue Lock. Most likely, the club management put him in front of the fact that you was specifically requested by your ex rival, so go and shine with your face on a TV show. Oh, and bring along our resident bouquet of personality disorders, code-named kainess. Noa certainly doesn't want to show off for the camera like Lavinho or Chris, doesn't want to raise the next generation of players to avoid his mistakes like Snuffy, and certainly isn't looking for friends/good play/rivals like Loki (who only came to the top 5 to evaluate the level of Blue Lock players according to his own words). Even if he'd wanted to see the sprouts of Ego's theory I doubt that he will apply for the participating in Blue Lock voluntary.

Because Noa doesn't really care. This whole mess is just out of his field of interest. Outside of the games we only see him sitting in his room staring endlessly at screens and drinking coffee.

But it's from this that we see that Noa, despite his very... die-or-die method of building a game on the field, is a responsible player and coach. He may not want to mess around with kids in front of the world, but if he took the job, he'll do it. But he will do it exactly the way he demands of himself - no more, no less. Noa is neither cruel nor kind - he doesn't go beyond what his contract asks of him and his principles.

Slightly off-topic, I'd say that's the exact difference between Noa and Ego. No one would accuse Noa of conscious cruelty: he acts within his system, which he has explained to the children in advance, and if they fail it is only their fault for failing to adjust to it. He is simply doing his job - nothing more, nothing less.

Ego, in his turn? He chooses to be cruel even in the system he have built himself. Not because it somehow motivates the children, but because he can. And in doing so, Ego doesn't hate them - he probably doesn't care about any of them. He hates in them a part of the player he once was - the player who lost either to Noel Noa or the entire football world. If not to the both at once.

But even so, it seems odd for the manga to highlight their rivalry. It's not that only very few people have different ways of dealing with children. A lot of people are losing ugly to each other.

But this work with kids is the main root of their rivalry. Because the basics of their motto, their starting point of football, the way they guide children to the game are diametrically opposed.

Because the key point of Ego theory is that the striker is created by a moment of chaos. A moment that cannot be directed - that can only be pushed towards.

Except that for Noa a player hoping for a miracle and not knowing something is nothing. He will never allow that in his team - his whole game, his team and his life is one big formula with coefficients chosen once, like a neural network.

Both of them live as a part of the all-or-nothing game. Except that while Ego plays this game with emotion and involvement, Noa approaches it as logically as possible.

And only Isagi Yoichi can resolve this decades-long conflict.

Now let's go back to Noa's game, to understand why logic is that important to Noa and the player's emotions are insignificant and even get in the way.

Remember exactly how he plays on the pitch. He never comes out to play first like other master strikers. He chooses the midfield position to support the player of his choice - he doesn't steal their shine in the center of attack. He only scores a goal once too, in the first match - the rest of the time he blocks other master strikers in an effort to ensure the kids can play fair.

And that's probably why he openly mocks both Lavinho and Chris with his dry jokes about narcissists and "kids without the proper adult". But he's especially harsh on Snuffy, angrily mocking him for being bitten by "his own dog", bringing back the "don't make my job harder than it needs to be" line. But why does Snuffy deserve this treatment (not taking into account the way Snuffy himself ridicules Noa)?

Because Noa is disgusted with his approach to teaching.

In fact, it's their approaches in the Blue Lock cut that are most opposed, and yet turned on to the max. While Snuffy has gone so far as to give each player an individual program and plan in his strategies, Noa has let things slide, making his stratum a mini version of the Hunger Games. Noa is angry that Snuffy babysits his kids; he's angry at how involved he is in their lives, how Snuffy swirls around them, and how Snuffy is always there to help and support them.

Because Noa is a "give a hungry man a fish and he'll eat for a day, teach him to fish and he'll eat for a lifetime" kind of guy. Except that he won't even teach them voluntarily. Players need to get the right advice from him themselves while framing the question correctly.

Noa's policy is non-interference.

Because he knows from experience that it's the only way kids grow up strong. From his own experience.

And to fully dive in, let's remember another moment from the manga that characterizes Noa the most. His advice to Isagi.

"Dedicate every hour, moment, second of your life to a goal. Don't think irrationally. Get your thoughts in order. I don't pick irrational people for the team. Dedicate your whole self to the goal."

Pretty cool, huh? Blossoms with potential burnout, a life on automatic, and a complete loss of feeling.

You know what I'm getting at? That's exactly the lifestyle Noa lives with. And he doesn't see anything wrong with advising Isagi to do it. He doesn't get annoyed by people's taunts about him being a machine and incapable of feeling. That's probably what he wanted.

Because Noa himself grew up completely dedicated to a goal, switching off all his feelings and without mentorship, and it made him who he is now. And it's rational for him to follow the same path with his kids.

Because feelings are illogical. They're weird, they're scary, they're very hard to predict. They're exhausting, they make you turn back to the past and wait for the future with hopes that may not be fulfilled later. They take your strength, they hurt and they wound very sharply. They make you weak, they make you vulnerable - they make you a helpless child.

Living without them is so much easier.

(If you remember my analysis on Isagi, you can see how similar he and Noa are.)

In psychology this mode is called "detached protector". Its essence is that the child or adult turns off all their feelings to avoid punishment and focus on survival.

They switch off all emotions. They cut off all emotional ties with loved ones, family and friends, seeing them more as objects. They can only work endlessly.

They function like a robot.

This mode is triggered when a person cuts off all their emotional needs, like an automaton focusing on one single goal.

In Noa's case? His survival. And that's exactly what Ego is talking about - that young Noa, obviously emotionally deprived, put all of himself into football because he had nothing else but it.

And judging by Noa today, having cut off those needs as a child, he doesn't see the point in experiencing them again. Noa doesn't smile, he doesn't get upset or frustrated. He doesn't get angry or regretful. Of course, mentally stable people can express their emotions weakly too - and even on a level like Noa.

But we're in a football manga. Football is all about emotion.

And the fact that Noa doesn't visually show the joy or at least the satisfaction of a goal or a victory - of the life that little Noa once strived so hard to live, investing all of himself - is just awful.

Of course, Noa has feelings, just like any other person. After all, he is a living being. Except they're either quite faint (because strong emotions = danger and weakness), or he crushes them as soon as he feels them coming on.

Noa's whole life is an endless race to stay where he is.

Because Noa has learned to survive. Of course, he did.

But Noa didn't learn how to live.

#i'm sorry #noel noa #ego jinpachi #bllk analysis #blue lock analysis #bllk #blue lock

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weyirn · 2 years

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I put Eddie/Venom in here because why not-

Marvel x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: How They Hug You

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Steve caresses you gently, wrapping his arms around you, sometimes even gently working you back and forth, along with patting your head. He'll hold you as long as he wants (if you're comfortable with it, of course).

Bucky's way of hugging you is when your head is resting on his shoulder, his hand ontop of your head and his other arm around your waist. It's normally your way of being all lovey dovey, but sometimes it's his way of comforting you.

Sam's way of hugging you also requires him patting you on the back, a silent way of telling you 'good job' on all your hard work or for everything you've done.

Tony would usually just put his arm around your shoulder (and then groan about it when you would tell him that's not a 'real' hug). Other times, he would just say, "alright, bring it in," as he would spread his arms out so you could hug him first. He kisses your neck while in the embrace.

Peter's way of hugging you is your torso. You learn that he's a pretty cuddly person, and doesn't turn down any hugs you give him. His other favorite way of hugging you is when you're both laying down, and he'll just lay on your chest.

Scott's hugs change frequently. But one way way of hugging you is what you would call...'hugging your head', and he kind of has a hard time realizing it. Until you squirm because he's hugging you too tightly..

Loki usually pulls you into a hug by wrapping his arms around your waist. Sometimes, he'll (playfully) pop out of nowhere from behind you and hug you from there to surprise you.

Thor's way of hugging you is more of a bear hug (which can be a little of a tight hug!). He's a real hugger, and it will become really difficult for you to escape once he latches onto you.

Sometimes, you'll have to hug him first, since sometimes he'll be too shy to make the first move. Eventually, he'll make the first move and he will hug you. It's a big, warm embrace, him touching every part of you that he could reach. (And he doesn't hug very often...)

Eddie just hugs you gently, but Venom on the other hand gives you a weird experience; you'll feel a sticky and cold sensation on your skin, almost like he's pulling you in.

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 1 year

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Sharing is Caring || Buddha

(Because I can't help myself with these scenarios sometimes).

You: Are you certain that you're OK?

The spat near the fountain could have been worse than it was. You had witnessed it, hearing Loki accuse Buddha of betraying the Gods. And then the Seven Lucky Gods had made an appearance, along with three humans; each chose their respected sides; Buddha had fought along with the humans in a display that had left you worried.

Buddha: (hums) I am now.

The way he looks at you makes your face turn red. You turn up your eyes and grin, eyeing the lollipop between his lips.

You: (sighs) Promise me that you will be careful. I have no idea what's going through your mind, but I worry about you.

Buddha: (raising a brow) You do?

You nod. Witnessing him grab the stick of the lollipop, he pulls the end from his mouth; it's blue in color. He offers the lollipop to you with a grin.

You: For me?

Buddha: Well, not the entire thing. But you can have a lick.

Is he serious? Your face turns red as you lean forward, flicking your tongue across the round candy. It tastes like blue raspberry, a delicious flavor that makes you hum in appreciation.

You: T-thank you. I'm going to have to get me one of those.

The man in question grins and brings the lollipop back to his lips, flicking his blue coated tongue across it. He has no idea how hot he is. You hum, wondering how delicious his tongue tastes. Perhaps if you ask nice, he'll let you have a taste. Sharing is caring after all.

#record of ragnorak #buddha ror #record of ragnarok fanfic #buddha x reader #record of ragnorak fandom

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x female reader

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, knives, blood, violence (yes I added it twice to he sure), duct tape, forced restraints, torture, Amber being a whole warning....(I tried not to go too overboard, but this girl crazy)

*** please read the warnings for this one!!! Amber has gone full tilt crazy. I don't want to upset anyone so please please be cautious!!!

Summary: you wake up not knowing where you are, and try to piece everything together....

Part Seventeen-

You slowly opened your eyes, looking up you could barely make anything out when the lights flipped on making you flinch. "Ah, your finally awake, I may have added too much." You heard Amber laughing. You tried to turn realizing you couldn't move. You looked down seeing duct tape wrapped around your stomach and legs, your arms held down to your sides. You frantically looked around at the decrepit building trying to process what was happening as Amber stepped in front of you.

"To think he chose you over me." She said looking down at you. You tried to say something realizing she had taped your mouth as well. "You aren't going anywhere so stop trying." She said walking over to a table picking up your phone and a knife. "Now, down to business." She said striding back over. "Im gonna need to know your password." She said ripping the tape off of your mouth making you scream. "Help! Someone help me!" You screamed when Amber punched your nose hard whipping your head to the side. "Shut up will you, no one can hear you. There's no one for miles." She smiled leaning down "password...now." she growled.

You gave her the password tasting the blood running from your nose watching her go through your phone. "Aaww, he's worried about you.....how sweet." She said through gritted teeth as she typed something before putting it in her pocket. "Now, where were we....oh yes...." She said taking the knife pressing it to your cheek "I must admit you are kinda pretty, but let's see if he still wants you when I'm done...." She smiled, pressing the knife into your skin making you scream. She repeated it onto the other cheek and your forehead as you tried to pull your head away. She tossed the knife aside happy with her work laughing menacingly.

"Your fucking crazy!" You yelled trying to free yourself "am i...AM I!?" She yelled picking up a crowbar from the table. "All I did was love him, AND HE LEFT ME!" She yelled slowly walking over to you. "And then you came along and ruined everything!" She yelled again pressing the crowbar into your chest. "You took him from me, and I'm taking back what's mine." She smiled lifting the bar up. You closed your eyes bracing yourself for what was about to happen as she brought it down hard on the side of your knee making you scream. "Do you think he'll come for you?" She asked swinging again "fuck!" You screamed feeling lightheaded "do you really belive he CARES about you?" She said hitting your kneecap hearing a crunch.

Tears streamed down your face as your whole body shook, the pain overwhelming you. "You...mean...nothing...to...him." She growled raising the bar above her head "p...please....s...stop." you tried, your voice weak from the screaming. "I won't stop until he's mine again" She said smiling bringing the bar down on top of your knee. Pain shot through your leg as you blacked out......

"Don't worry baby, I'm fine."....Loki reread the message over and over...something wasn't right, you never called him "baby". He thought for a moment before deciding to respond "darling, what was your favorite color again? I wanted to pick something up for you" He typed, patiently waiting for you to respond. He needed to know what was going on. When he saw the bubbles pop up showing you were typing he leaned forward staring at the screen "you know what my favorite color is silly." You typed. He sighed trying again "I just want to make sure, now what was it? He typed tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. "Your so forgetful sometimes....blue." you typed as he gripped the phone.

He looked at the clock seeing you should be home from school by now and jumped up grabbing his coat. He stormed out if his room heading for the elevator "brother, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Thor asked as Loki pushed the button for the elevator. "Something is wrong with her, I need to go over there." He said looking at the doors. "Is she hurt?" Thor asked coming up next to him. "I do not know, her messages don't make sense." He said looking at Thor. "Call me if you need me." Thor said gripping Loki's shoulder. "Thank you brother." Loki said stepping into the elevator. He hoped you were just messing around but he had a feeling things were not as they seemed.

Loki walked into your darkened apartment looking around "y/n, where are you?" He called recieving only silence. He switched on the lights seeing everything looked normal, nothing was out of place. He walked into the bedroom "Darling, are you..." he started seeing the bed was made but your closet looked like a bomb went off. He slowly walked in seeing all of your clothes strewn across the floor like you were searching for something. The bad feeling began nagging him again so he pulled his phone out messaging you. "darling,, where are you." He typed waiting for you to respond. He walked into the bathroom seeing everything in order there as well.

He jumped slightly when his phone went off, quickly pulling it out "Hey, I was in bed sleeping. Where are you?" He read. He felt the color leave his face knowing you were no where to be found. He swallowed hard typing back "I'm coming over, I need to see you." He was hoping whoever this was would give themselves away somehow. "I'm too tired, maybe tomorrow. Night baby." He read. "No no no.." he said quickly dialing your number hoping it was your voice on the other end and you were just upset with him. He held the phone to his ear listening as the call went straight to voicemail "fuck!" He yelled. He hung up quickly dialing Thor. "Loki, is everything alright?" Thor asked when Loki felt a lump in his throat. Looking down at his feet "she's...she isn't here Thor, I don't know where she is or whats happened." Loki said shakely feeling his eyes burn. "Tell me where you are, I'll be right there." Thor said. He told him the address before hanging up, waiting for his brother to get there....

"God, He's gotten persistent." You vaguely heard Amber say from behind you. You slowly lifted your head, trying to block out the pain and failing miserably as she walked into view. You shook your head making sure you weren't seeing things as she turned around. She had cut her hair to your length, as well as coloring it the same color as yours. You looked down seeing her wearing your clothes, though they were a bit tight on her. "W...what...", you trailed off trying to focus when she started laughing again "Well, whatya think?" She asked holding her arms out. "I think your fucking insane." You snarked feeling her fist meet your nose again making your eyes water.

"Shut up you stupid bitch." She growled stalking away. "Loki and I will live happily ever after...and you'll die here alone like you deserve." She said wiping her hand on a cloth. "W..why are you...doing this? I was n..nice to you." You said tilting your head up to look at her "because you took him!" She yelled crossing her arms "h..he already left you...before he m..met me." You said shakely fighting back tears. "Well see, here's the thing. If he didn't want me, and he wants you..what better way to win him back then to become...you." She smiled smoothing down the front of her...your shirt. You screwed your eyes shut feeling the pain radiating through you "he's going to know....h..he will find me." You breathed leaning your head forward. "Oh...he may find you....but in what state?" She asked walking over grabbing your hair pulling your head back.

"Who would want you now hm?" She asked. "No one will ever want you again y/n." She smiled letting go of your hair. "If you know whats good for you you'll hurry up and die." She snarked walking behind you. You were about to say something when she shut the lights off, leaving you in total darkness "night y/n, pleasant dreams" She called out slamming the door. You tried to breath, feeling the tears streaming down your face, landing in your cuts making you hiss. "L..loki....please....." you said shakely trying to stop shaking, but the more you tried the worse it got.

Your chest heaved as you sobbed, leaning your head forward to keep the tears off your face. "P..please...find me..." you cried. But you had no idea where you were and no way to release yourself, even if you did you were pretty sure your kneecap was shattered. You opened your eyes, looking up into the one window you saw, seeing the moon shining in "i..I love you Loki." You whispered. leaning your head forward feeling yourself drift off, hoping he would come to you in your dreams......

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cleabellanov · 5 months

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What if season 2 sounds interesting and I am really curious to see what they will do with it, all during the holiday season.

But until then, let me tell you something about season 1! The 4th episode : "What if...Doctor Strange lost his heart instead of his hands" has to be my favourite one. That's because of its darkest themes, and, along with the last episode:"What if...The Watcher broke his oath" bring the characters really close to the Watcher, something that doesn't normally happen except in desperate, doomed situations. Also, Strange Supreme is a really interesting and powerful villain, because he interacted with The Watcher, and, ultimately, Uatu searches for Strange in his decimated universe, because he needs his help. That is a lot of power for one character.

We learned that The Watcher interfering isn't a thing that normally happens. It is a last measure, after Ultron threatens to defeat Uatu and the Multiverse. The Watcher can't let that happen, which is why he finally breaks his rules.

Until the 10th of November 2023 (yes I'm talking about the Loki finale) the Multiverse was, for Marvel's Cinematic Universe and its fans, simply the question of "What if?", which is why the series is called that too. But now, anything is possible. What we'll see in the episodes of season 2 is happening somewhere, sometime, with the God of Stories watching over it. But wait, now we have 2 watchers? How does that work...?

Now I have another question: for how long has The Watcher been there? Because I don't really see his role coexisting with Loki's purpose at the end of time, and perhaps Uatu exists in either a very far past, or a very streched future from now on. Maybe his oath to not interfere is the key to not starting another Multiversal War, and it keeps the timelines separated, each on their own way. When he fails, it leads to Kang variants, and war, and the ultimate intsallement of the TVA. Orrr maybe in the future he'll take Loki's burden of the Multiverse so we can see him happy again? :)) I don't know.

The episode titles for season 2 (via CanWeGetSomeToast on twitter) didn't necessarily wake my interest, but I'll still be happy to watch them. However, the last (9th) one...

"What if...Strange Supreme intervened"

Oh welllll. Things are getting twisted. The Watcher obviously has an oath. His title is fit for his purpose : watching over the Multiverse.

But Strange Supreme doesn't have such a thing as an oath. He was driven mad my his grief for Christine. The erasure of an Absolute Point in time ultimately destroyed that entire Universe, with Strange being the last and only one left alive of it all.

And he knows how it is to have your whole world ripped apart with The Watcher, well...just watching. So he has more chances to intervene in the Multiverse than anyone else right now, even The Watcher.

I don't know how likely it is for him to do this for someone's good, but maybe his own? Who could stop him? The Watcher, yes, but not before a though fight. Strange Supreme does not have rules, or an oath to respect. He might just do it, for better OR for worse.

That being said, thanks for reading!!

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 2 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Summary : You just want to fuck your new bodyguard and he's just trying to do his job. Both of you are failing miserable with the matters of the heart.

Warning : Harsh launguage, mention of neglect and abuse

Next morning you groaned as you woke up still high and hungover from the night. You took a quick shower as you knew Steve would nag you again if you are late and the last thing you wanted was to communicate with him, you both had a flight back to New York so you picked up your handbag and as you stepped out Loki was waiting for you at the door.

"You are late mam" he told you and you glared at him. Now you remembered that embarrassing situation you had gotten yourself into last night where you sobbed in his lap. How did you lose control like that? That has never happened before, sure he was hot, smelled good and his arm felt comforting like a home but you have been with the hottest men on earth. He was nothing special.

"Your job is to guard me and not to lecture me" He rolled his eyes at the response. He was feeling some way about you after last night. He has been in the same situation before with a girl as crazy as you and it almost got him killed. He didn't want to repeat history. You were almost out of the hotel when you noticed that something was missing, your fingers felt empty, you gasped as you realized the stupid ring Steve gave you was not where it was supposed to be.

"Oh fucking shit no no no" you mumbled to yourself and Loki looked at you along with the two men who were surrounding you.

"Everything alright?" Loki asked you and you pulled him aside by grabbing his arm. The other guards stayed in their place.

"The ring.. I lost the engagement ring, kill me now please, I would rather be dead than face Steve" you huffed and he could see you were truly starting to hyperventilate so he looked around before he placed his hands around your shoulders and gave you a jerk.

"Now look at me and think. When was the last time you remember having it on your finger?" He asked you and you clenched your eyes shut together to jog your memories and then suddenly it dawned over you .

"The sink, it's on the bathroom's sink, I took it off last night" you mumbled and he nodded.

"Okay good, you step out or your fiance will get upset. I'll bring it back as soon as I can" you nodded

"Please do or he'll kill me" your eyes teared up and that made him wonder if Steve was capable of hitting you. He feared that he was already doing it.

He didn't have much time, you all were supposed to leave for the airport five minutes ago, he jolted back to the room while you stepped out and sat inside the car next to Steve, you kept your hand between your thighs so he wouldn't notice the missing ring.

"Where is that damn bodyguard of her's? We have to be at the airport in 5 fucking minutes" He asked Bucky who was sitting in the front seat next to the driver. You gulped as he raised his voice, sometimes you really wanted to smack the shit out of him or worse.

"I'll call him boss" Bucky dialed his number but he didn't pick up, you were getting more and more nervous with every passing second but then he came running a minute later. You looked at him and he blinked twice which was a signal that he found it. You took a deep breath as the relief washed over you.

"Are you a fucking idiot? Where were you, I don't pay you to sleep on your job" you looked at him sympathetically and you were going to say something but Loki cut you off.

"I am sorry sir, it won't happen again, I just had a rough night" Steve rolled his eyes at the excuse and Loki sat down in the car he was sharing with the other guards. Your heart skipped a beat at the gesture, he could have told him the truth to save his own ass but he didn't. Why didn't he?

Once you all reached the airport and got inside the jet, Steve again sat at the front with his dumb business partners while you and Loki sat in front of each other just the way you did when you all came here.

"Thank you for not ratting me out" you smiled and smirked at the same time.

"Just doing my job madam" he answered in his usual no nonsense polite manner.

"Your job is to lie for me?"

"No my job is to protect you and that's what I did" your heart skipped again at his words, since when did you started to get attached to your bodyguards? His words didn't have any deeper meaning right? He took the ring out of his coat pocket and held it between his fingers then he raised his hand forward to pass it to you. But you put your hand out instead of taking it.

"Go on, put it on me Mr hotshot" you winked at him and he shook his head.

"Come on, don't be such a prude, it's just a ring, made of silly metal, it means shit" you smiled at him and he scoffed then he tried to slide the ring on your ring finger as quickly as he could but you pulled your hand away.

"Nuhuh do it properly mister" you smiled innocently but he knew what you were doing. He was in no mood to play your games but the childish look on your face made him want to indulge you. So he grabbed your hand and slid the ring as if he just proposed you.

"Good boy" you winked and his jaw clenched.

You ordered a non alcoholic drink for both of you, your eyes met with Bucky as he turned his head back to look at you and then he glared at you. What was his problem now? He should worry about his whore boss.

"Tell me Loki, do you have someone waiting for you at home?" You looked at him as you sipped on your drink and he sighed. He wished you would just stop having a conversation with him but he has learned something about you in just a day and it was that you were stubborn as hell. He felt your bare feet as you placed them on his seat, right between his thighs.

"Yes, now do you mind backing off Miss?" You smiled as he said that

"You are lying mister" he shook his head in disbelief as you giggled. He didn't want to stare at your face and the first genuine smile you had on since he met you but it was impossible. You looked beautiful, nothing he hasn't seen before but you were beautiful in your own regards, your confidence attracted him but that's not what worried him about you, it was the years worth of pained look in those eyes that bothered him.

"I can always tell when someone is lying to me" you rubbed your toes over the insides of his thigh and his breath hitched. Your dress rode up and he got a clear view of your bare thighs, you placed the glass aside while he kept his eyes on your toes moving dangerously close to his nether regions so he quickly grabbed them and you gasped.

"You are being highly inappropriate madam" you chuckled and placed your feet down. The look on his face and the bulge in his pants was worth the trouble. Thankfully he was wearing black so it wasn't that noticeable.

"You should try it too, forbidden fruits always taste better you know" you winked at him and then you took out your phone to distract yourself. You wanted him in your bed but you wanted him to suffer for you, you wanted him as desperate as you felt for him at that moment.

You had to applaud his patience though, the guys before gave in the moment you started to flirt with them.

When you all reached NYC, you went to your dad's house along with Steve.

"My son, I was waiting for you" your dad walked over to hug him and your eyes teared up. His son. He didn't even look at you so you made your way towards your room. Loki could cut the tension between you and your dad with a knife. None of these people seemed to care about you and that clenched his heart, but he should not care, that wasn't his problem.

"Get ready on time tomorrow, we are celebrating this deal, right uncle?" Steve laughed and Rocky nodded in response. Another party, just what you needed.

"Stop calling me uncle now my son, by the way, who is this gentleman?" He looked at Loki so Loki came forward to shake his hand as he introduced himself.

"The bodyguard, Loki laufeyson"

Rocky shook Loki's hand and then Bucky showed him his room. He was a 24/7 bodyguard assigned to you, he had to be wherever you were. Loki took a shower as soon as he got a moment to breathe then he changed into a simple black shirt and trousers. As he settled down in his room, he thought about the way you were trying to seduce him or that's what he thought you were doing. Why did you want him to leave? Why didn't you want yourself secured and protected?

He heard a knock on the door so he got up from the bed and a house help was on the other side, she was there with his dinner for the night . He smiled as he looked at her. She was a tall, pretty brunette who seemed too attractive to work there.

"Your dinner sir, do you want anything else?" She asked him and he shook his head.

"Just call me Loki darling, what's your name?" She smiled at the petname.

"Paris" he returned the smile. Maybe she can distract him while he has to stay here.

"Lovely name"

"Thank you, I have been assigned to take care of.. all your needs, let me know if you need something" she gave him a smile and he understood that look really well. Once she left he closed the door but then he heard a knock again so he opened it, he got rid of the smile as it was you instead of her. You had a one piece nightwear that seemed too sexy for your own good.

"Are you going somewhere ? If yes then I have to follow you, if no, I would like to eat and sleep" he said sternly and you stepped inside with your arms crossed behind your back.

"How rude mister hotshot, I just thought I'd accompany you with dinner, nobody wants to eat alone right or you'd rather want Paris?" You winked at him and he sighed "It's been a while since I have been in this room" his forehead scrunched as he realized what you meant.

You sat down on his bed, while he fumed and grabbed the plate from the tray trolley to eat. He sure was hungry after that long flight.

"Come sit, let's have a tete-a-tete" you smiled as you tapped your palm on the bed and he sighed. He ofcourse denied your order, pulled a chair out and sat far away from you.

"Did you eat?" He asked you and you actually weren't expecting him to ask you that. Nobody ever asks you that.

"I ..I did.. I didn't but I'm not hungry" he puckered his lips and got up again, he grabbed an extra fork from the tray and sat down next to you, then he passed you the fork and kept the plate between the space he had left between you two.

"I told you I am not–"

"Eat alright?"

You gulped as his strict voice made your carefree facade drop down for a moment.

He noticed your teary eyes and you didn't make any attempt to eat, so he grabbed a piece of grilled chicken on his fork and fed you.

"Thank youu so much" you abruptly got up after two bites and left the room.

No more seduction, no snide remarks, you just got up and left when you realized that if you are not careful this bodyguard of yours will not just end up in your bed but your heart too. And the daughter of the richest man in New York couldn't afford that.

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 1

[day 2]

prompts: clue | velvet | museum

DISCLAIMER: when i laid in my bed and thought of what i could write in the middle of the night... i had the word 'glue' in my mind. i came up with this thing and i like it, so i just took the liberty and changed it. therefore: CLUE -> GLUE here (:

fandom: BBC Sherlock

hello my lovely turtles i am joining @fluffbruary, yay! (let's see how long i'll pull through with it)

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This is gonna sound weird but there are three kinds of people: some are like glue, others are like velvet and still others are like museums.

But wait! Before you log off saying "Dr. Watson has finally gone senile in his old days", please stay and consider this!

The first group: glue-people. The reason as to why they are called glue-people, is because they stick with you. Of course there are some, who are of better quality, who really stick with you your whole life. Hopefully that would be a parent or sibling. Others however - and I hate to break this to you - will only be around for a short while; those would be, for example, school friends. You love them, they love you, maybe they will stick along for longer but they'll probably just be here during your school years. But with the term 'glue-people' I mostly mean those who are meant to be around for you, all their life.

Then there are velvet-people. Velvet-people are - as you probably imagine already - the softest kind. They smooth your worries and anxieties. They are the ones that bring you tea and carefully touch your forehead when you're sick. They hold your hands through tough times and embrace you when they are proud. They are the ones who put a smile on you, when you just were about to cry your heart out. Lots of velvet-people are glue-people, soft and sticking around. Not all glue-people are velvet-people, they might stick around but might be about as velvet as sandpaper.

Almost no museum-people are glue-people. Because museum-people... those are special. They are rarities, hardly ever found, and utterly fascinating. You hear of them and you are immediately mesmerized. You wanna look at them all day and read up all the information you can gather. And you do and for a while they are all you ever wanna know. But in the end... museum-people are exhausting. You spent all day with them, tried to find out everything about them and eventually still just know a fraction of them. Still, you will never get enough of some of those museum-people. They keep feeding you with new curiosity about their mysterious personalities.

But- oh, my dear readers! Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes is all of them. Fascinating and breathtaking like a museum. Soft and warm like velvet. And - thankfully - he'll stick around until the end like glue.

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mlobsters · 3 months

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supernatural s13e20 unfinished business (w. meredith glynn)

taking a second to reflect i'm just about a year into this spn first time watch. first screenshot i took was in s1e2 and that was feb 1, 2023. inching closer to the end but damn.

wtf is happening with gabriel fighting a werewolf-esque whatever with a singlestick type thing. and this music? so cheesy 70s whatever. i see you jay g (christopher is also guilty of it when there's A Theme though so)

aww he's got a list like arya. ok so, like kill bill. which i tried to finally watch here not long ago and i couldn't get past the first fight scene in the house. feel like i might have enjoyed it when it came out when i was 23, but my appetite for tarantino tanked somewhere along the line. also, we already did a reservoir dogs homage episode, did we need another one?

these massive motel rooms, what even

haven't made a dean loves the magic fingers reference in a long ass time. reunion tour of references too

so this is a directed by speight episode too. ok

the apocalypse is good for mary's hair apparently

GABRIEL I call that art. But yes, without me, you two chuckleheads never would've known how to throw Lucifer back in the Cage. DEAN But instead of giving us a hand, you ran. And you just did it again when you ditched us in the bunker. GABRIEL All right, Dean-- I have more important things to do than to join your little band of merry men. DEAN Hey, what you're doing? This? This is not important. GABRIEL Every day, Asmodeus tortured me. Every… day! He fed off my grace for years! He used me, he debased me until I was… What I went through… you don't forgive. Everyone who had a hand in it will die. Get me?

a) this weird explanation/retcon of loki actually being someone else and that's why gabriel was pretending to be him is... weird. b) i get the impassioned speech but talking to two dudes with many more years or torture under their belts, i think they get it

DEAN Not like I care about killing gods, okay? But this whole revenge kick? It's a waste of time. SAM What if it's not? DEAN You've seen it, Sam-- with me, with Dad. Revenge only ends one way-- ugly. SAM Well, maybe it doesn't have to. DEAN Okay, I think I know what this is. SAM Okay, what is this? DEAN You. You're you're so hopped up on this “Kill Bill” fantasy of his. SAM No, no, no. This has nothing to do with me. DEAN If you had a shot at Lucifer, you wouldn't take it? SAM Of course I would. But this is about Gabriel. He needs our help. [Dean rolls his eyes, but agrees to hear out Sam’s plan back in the room] SAM Gabriel, you agree to help us, we'll agree to help you.

and a throwback to revenge never pays. but like, why doesn't sam just go for the obvious, we need his help and maybe he'll do it if we help him quid pro quo. jay bringing the eye rolling music juice, wouldn't expect anything else

GABRIEL Well, Sleipnir's a lot of things, but mainly, he is a coward. I will bet all the personal lubricant in the S.F.V… that after we killed Narfi, he ran straight back to papa's skirts.

and throwback to references i don't understand, that used to be a regular occurrence in kripke-era seasons. per the wiki:

S.F.V. refers to the San Fernando Valley in California, the center of the adult entertainment industry.

wonder how many people caught that, seems awfully obscure

MARY I know you've been winning all these fights, and you want to take him on so bad. I was just like you, with hunting. But I learned the hard way-- thinking you can win all the time, running in blind into every fight? That's how you make mistakes. And the people here, they-- JACK I'm doing this for them. MARY You can't help them if you're dead. And I can't lose another boy.

i'm sorry mary but i snorted. we just haven't had enough time to really establish this, and it's been backburner at best when it's around. #boymom 🤪🤪🤪

LOKI Yes, you do. Little bit. Our treatment of your friend is payback for a slight of a more personal nature. The death of my father, Odin. DEAN Oh, that wasn't him. Lucifer did that. LOKI Ah. But why was my father there in the first place? To parlay, to deal with Gabriel's brothers. When we first made terms, I had only one condition-- I would give him my face, teach him to be me, the trickster, if he agreed to abandon the more… volatile affairs of his family. Forever. When he hit that hotel, he broke that promise, and it cost my father his life.

hokay. never gonna retain any of this. i thought odin died another way but i think i'm thinking of zeus. big ask for me to care/remember the nonsense plot going on from an episode in s5. i can only imagine if i watched this as it aired. perpetually lost

SAM That's not… I'm saying this has become a whole thing with you lately. DEAN A whole thing? SAM Yeah. DEAN Since when? SAM Since the last time we opened up a rift. Since you decided to sideline me and then head to Apocalypse World with Ketch. DEAN Okay, well… we talked about that. SAM Did we? Because I gotta be honest, after everything, you're treating me like I-I deserve to be back at the kid's table or something.

good on you, sam

DEAN Sam, I'm not gonna apologize for protecting you. SAM So that's what you think you're doing here? DEAN You remember what happened the last time we had front row tickets to the Lucifer/Michael show? 'Cause I do. You died… and went to Hell. But see, this time, the apocalypse isn't looking for us. We're actually looking for it. I don't care what happens to me. I never really have. But I do care about what happens to my brother. SAM Dean, we're going to that place, and we're gonna save Jack and Mom. Together. And if something happens, we will deal with it together. And if we die? We'll do that together, too.

on one hand it's like oh yeah, maybe dean is feeling the lingering trauma of what happened the last time michael and lucifer were in their lives. but also, they let so much of that slide it feels like it's just being used for convenience. but whatever. i'd rather this than no conversation at all

and damn straight, sam, everything together. dying is a little much, and you didn't get to follow through on that one anyway. read a fic the other day that was about dean being afraid once sam's blurry wife got to heaven, he'd want to leave to be with her. and they made the point that sam had almost the same amount of years with the blurry wife as he did with dean. and now i'm making myself sad again 🥲🫠 this is why i don't read much heaven fic

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 13x20 #jay gruska #meredith glynn #sam and dean mush

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Thrown - Chapter 7: Sea Legs

Summary: Loki discovers something you're afraid of. You lie to Thor for Loki's sake. He takes advantage of both events.

Word Count: 2,986

Author’s Notes: Fun chapter, I think. Also, a taglist was requested so a taglist was created. If you want to be added or removed let me know. Those who were tagged, please let me know if it didn't work. I've never done a taglist before.

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Thor and Loki were walking through the streets of New Asgard, toward the docks in the harbor. Gradually, mortals were becoming a more common sight in New Asgard. It was an inevitable result of the development of the town. Supplies had to be delivered, workers were needed for construction. Loki noticed a few here and there as they made their way down the street. There was one in particular that he took note of: she had a large dog following close at her heels. Thor seemed to recognize you at the same time and called your name. It was now a familiar sight, you waving a greeting to them. Loki took a breath and braced himself for your response.

"Boys!"

Loki exhaled.

You met the brothers in the street and Thor wrapped you in a hug. Loki actually took a step backwards. You two hugged upon greeting now? This was beyond the pale. Thor stepped back to look at you. "What brings you to New Asgard today?" "Oh, I had another delivery this morning. Just dropped it off. I'm heading to town now to pick up some groceries." "Oh!" Thor smiled wide, looking at Loki then back to you. "We are heading to town as well. You must let us give you a ride, to return the favor." You looked at him inquisitively. "A ride? On what?" Thor gestured toward the docks. "One of our kinsmen, Hlodvr, he is taking us to town by boat, he'll be showing me improvements needed in the harbor along the way."

Loki noticed your entire posture changed immediately. You suddenly seemed much smaller, more reserved. "Oh. Um. I don't know, I was planning on walking." The uncertainty in your voice was obvious. Thor didn't seem to notice. "There's no sense in you walking all that way when we're going there as well. It would be no trouble at all." Your mouth tightened slightly while you considered the offer. Loki caught on. "You're afraid of the sea." Thor turned back to you quickly, surprised. "Is this true?" You straightened your shoulders. "No! No. Well... no. Not really. I'm not afraid. It's just...." You looked out at the water beyond the harbor. "The ocean is very big and I am very small, and I can respect that power dynamic." Thor gave a deep laugh and clapped you on the shoulder. "A wise philosophy, indeed. You don't have to join us, but I can assure you you'll never be in safer hands than with Hlodvr at the helm. And we would love to have you." You looked between Thor and the water a few times, but eventually found your resolve and nodded. "Alright, let's do it." Thor beamed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he led you toward the docks. "My lady, I personally vow that no harm will come to you." You smiled up at him. "That does make me feel better."

Thor led the group down the pier to a relatively small boat. An older Æsir man was working on this or that, presumably prepping to launch. He looked up as the group approached. "Ho, Thor! Good to see you." "And you, Hlodvr. Are we ready to make way?" The man nodded. "Just about." He stepped out the boat onto the pier. He had wiry build; on the thin side, but sinewy. There was no doubt his arms still held every bit of strength as they ever did. His hair was a sandy sort of color that made it difficult to discern how much was grey. His beard was much the same. The lines on his face crinkled up to his dark eyes as he smiled. "And who do we have with us?" Thor smiled. "This is a good friend of ours. She was heading to town, do you think we could give her a lift? And Ash as well." He gestured down to the dog. Hlodvr smiled as he crouched down to greet Ash. "Well, I never met a dog I didn't like." He looked up at you and added, with a wink, "Or a lady, for that matter," You laughed and shook the hand he offered as he stood. "Thank you for taking us aboard." "It will be my pleasure." He motioned for you to step aboard and you did so. The black dog did not hesitate to follow you.

The boat was about ten feet wide, with bench-like seats running on either side of the back half. The bow had railing and space to stand. The midsection of the boat was covered with something of a roof, but open so that one could walk from bow to stern unimpeded. Here there were two seats and the helm on one side.

You took one of the bench seats near the stern. Loki sat on the opposite side. He was impressed my how well you hid your apprehension while Thor and Holdvr untied the mooring lines. Thor boarded and stood beside the wheel, bracing himself on the eave of the roof.

Hlodvr took his place at the wheel and looked back at his passengers. "Everyone here can swim, yes? I'm not quite used to these Midgard contraptions." He gave a cheeky grin, which quickly faded as Thor leaned down and spoke into his ear. His eyes widened slightly as he looked to you. "It was a joke, my lady. I swear. They've not yet made a ship I can't pilot, in any realm." You laughed. "I have complete confidence in you." Hlodvr gave a nod and set to work and soon the engine was sputtering to life.

The boat moved slowly through the water, circling the harbor while Hlodvr and Thor examined areas that needed to be repaired or could potentially cause problems. They worked their way along the jetty until it seemed everything had been addressed, and moved out of the harbor into open sea, where the vessel picked up speed.

You were tense, but clearly trying not to show it. Ash, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Loki couldn't help but be amused at the contrast. The dog was all wagging tail and lolling tongue, sitting next to you on the seat, toward the bow, leaning forward to catch the wind. You kept one hand on his collar, Loki wondered if you did it for his security or your own.

Thor and Hlodvr were occupied, facing forward, looking ahead. Between the engine and the wind it was impossible to hear one another without shouting. An idea struck Loki, as he looked at you straining to appear calm. He did his best to hide his smirk and gave a surreptitious wave of his hand. A large dorsal fin appeared in the water, following behind the boat. He waited patiently. After several minutes he saw your eye catch sight of the fin. You sat up a little in your seat with a look of disbelief. "Is that-" Suddenly an impossibly large shark breached from the water, leaping directly at you with its mouth agape. You yelped and ducked your head against Ash just as the shark made contact and shattered into particles of light. Ash looked back at you, perplexed.

Thor called over the wind. "Everything alright?" You sat up and called back. "Yes, everything's fine." Then immediately turned to Loki with narrowed eyes. He could see the smile you were trying to hold back. He innocently raised his brows and smirked in response. You shook your head and looked back out over the waves. For the rest of the ride you seemed to be much more relaxed. Loki felt satisfied in his work.

In just a few short minutes the boat was approaching the harbor of the human town. The boat's speed dropped and with it so did the noise. Conversation could be made again. Hlodvr looked back at you. "I noticed the mark on your arm. That must be quite the story." Thor folded his arms across his chest and grinned. "Oh, it is. You must hear it." You leaned back against your seat and looked straight at Loki. "Shark attack." Loki's smirk returned immediately. "A twenty-footer grabbed me right off the boat and pulled me under. Held my breath for ten minutes while I beat it into submission. After it let go of my arm it was so embarrassed it even brought me back to the boat." Hlodvr laughed good-naturedly as he steered the vessel into port. "Now that's a fish tale if I ever heard one."

The boat came to rest along the dock and Hlodvr and Thor secured the lines. You disembarked and thanked Hlodvr for the ride, he tipped his cap and assured you the pleasure was entirely his. You and the brothers started down the pier into town with Ash padding alongside.

Thor turned to you. "How was the trip for you? Did you enjoy it at all?" "There was one moment when my heart leapt up to my throat," You cut your eyes to Loki, who was the image of innocence. "but overall it was very enjoyable. I'm glad you talked me into it. Thank you." "Wonderful. I'm glad to hear it."

You and Thor went about your normal way of conversation as you walked through the town. Eventually Thor stopped at a street corner, when it became apparent that your paths no longer coincided. "I'm afraid we must part ways. Our meeting with Brynjar is down here." He gestured down the street behind him. You were saying something in response but Loki had frozen. "Brynjar? We're to meet with Brynjar?" Thor looked at him, slightly confused. "Yes, to discuss the harbor. I told you so this morning." Norns. Loki generally only half-listens to what Thor says over breakfast. It had never failed him before. Now he was faced with another meeting in that office. Hours of bureaucracy. No, not bureaucracy, the discussion of bureaucracy. The thought alone was already dulling his mind. He was desperately trying to concoct a way out when your voice broke through.

"Actually, and I hate to ask, but if you don't need Loki at the meeting do you think I could borrow him? I've just realized I don't have what I need to carry my groceries home myself. I could use another pair of arms." Loki turned to you, surprised. He nearly didn't notice the lie. You waved a hand and gave a sheepish look. "It's so embarrassing, sorry. I had planned on stopping by the house to grab my cart, I can't believe I forgot about that." Thor thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose he isn't completely necessary, though I do prefer having his input." He turned to his brother. "It's up to you, Loki." Loki did not like the idea of spending time alone with you, especially doing such a mundane errand, in the middle of the human town, no less. However, absolutely anything would be better than a repeat of the last meeting he sat in. "Well, brother, the lady needs assistance, and it is our fault, since we brought her here by sea and disrupted her plans." Thor looked surprised, then nodded. "That is true. I suppose I'll see you at home."

You and Thor bid farewell and started off in separate directions. Loki walked beside you in silence. After a few minutes you peered over your shoulder in the direction Thor had been, then spoke to Loki. "I don't actually need your help." "I know." Loki kept his gaze forward. "Oh, right. Hah, I forgot about that." "Why did you lie to my brother?" Your sheepish look was genuine this time. "Yikes, when you put it that way I feel kinda guilty about it. I just wanted to give you an out." He looked at you. "An out?" "Yeah, so you didn't have to go to that meeting." You gave him a wry smile. "Even the prospect of dinner at my place didn't put so much dread in your eyes." Loki suddenly felt a pang of something. Embarrassment? Guilt? The dread he'd felt about those events seemed unfair to you now. He almost felt compelled to apologize. "Anyway, you don't have to help me carry groceries. You can go home. I won't tell Thor." He considered this offer, but the thought of walking through the human town alone put him on edge. He was already feeling eyes on him. He was trying to keep his thoughts away from the old woman at the produce stand. Of course, he wasn't going to tell you that. "No, I'll help you. At least one of us should be honest with Thor." You laughed. "Alright, alright."

Here was your destination, a supermarket. You signaled to Ash as he'd often seen you do before, and the dog placed himself out of the way near the storefront and sat down. Loki followed you inside.

This was a mistake. There were so many people here and he was already drawing their attention. The lights were bright and miserable. You lifted two plastic hand baskets from a rack near the entrance and held one out to him. "Here, take this." Loki looked down at the basket skeptically. You gently shook the basket at him. "Come on, it'll help. Nobody looks threatening when they're holding a grocery basket." As he took it, you hung yours in the crook of your arm. He followed suit. This elicited a giggle from you. Loki frowned. "What?" You were grinning. "Nothing, it's just... you're so regal." "I am a prince." "Exactly. You're an alien god-prince and you're holding a little plastic basket." Another giggle. Loki looked irritated. "This was your idea." "Yes, and it's working perfectly. I am a genius."

Loki had no chance to comment, with a flourish you turned to begin down the first aisle. You chose your items off the shelves, sometimes stopping to inspect a label or judge the quality. Sometimes the item went into your basket, sometimes into Loki's, there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. You spoke to him throughout, but never in a manner that required a response. You commented on something being your favorite or what recipe you'd use it for or insisted that Loki must try it sometime. He walked with you silently as you made your circuit. The two of you caught a lot of looks from strangers, but these looks were different. These were mostly looks of confusion, not fear. Confusion was certainly easier to ignore. Or maybe it was easier to bear the attention because it was directed at the both of you together.

Eventually you made your way through the checkout with Loki in tow. The cashier made polite small talk with you and you produced two canvas bags from your pockets into which the groceries were loaded. You wordlessly handed one to Loki as you chatted. He thought he caught the faintest smile on the cashier's face when you did so. Soon the two of you were stepping back out onto the sidewalk. You called to Ash as you began down the road. Loki found himself surprised at how painless the endeavor had been.

You continued your comments as you walked through the town, making your suggestions for this cafe or that shop. As if he would ever spend any time here that wasn't strictly necessary. Loki still didn't respond but that didn't stop you. Soon the town was behind you and the empty road stretched on ahead. The pair of you walked in silence for a few minutes, which Loki was quite happy to maintain. He was mildly annoyed when you broke it.

"The shark was very impressive." He held back his smirk as best he could. "I thought so as well." "I'll get you back for that." Loki laughed. "What sort of revenge could a mortal possibly hope to inflict on the God of Mischief?" "Oh, you will be surprised." You gave him a smirk of your own. Loki replied with a doubtful scoff.

That was the end of the conversation until your farm came into view. The horse and the goat we grazing out in the field beyond the stone wall. Rounding the yew tree in the corner, you came to a stop in front of your cottage. The dog trotted onto the porch and waited by the door.

You settled the fabric tote on your shoulder then held out a hand to take the other from Loki. "Thank you for carrying those." Loki placed the handles in your open hand. "I was bound by my word." You chuckled. "We both know you weren't." Your expression was a little too knowing for Loki's comfort. "Anything would have been preferable to that meeting." Loki admitted. "Even my company?" You tutted. "Poor Brynjar." "If you had been party to the last meeting, you would understand." "It must have been truly awful, to make you so desperate." You stepped onto the porch. "At any rate, his loss was my gain. Thanks again."

You waved and Loki gave a nod in response. As you disappeared through the door he continued his walk to New Asgard, alone. He was halfway home.

He wasn't sure how he felt about the day's events. The time alone with you had seemed too friendly for his liking. However, he told himself, it had been a means to an end. He avoided the mind-numbing meeting and the ugly glances of the townfolk. When you got down to it, it had all been of great benefit to him. It was frustrating that he kept finding himself in the position where accepting your kindness is the option that benefits him most. It sent the wrong message but surely it would be foolish not to take every possible advantage. Surely.

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crowleywasagryffindor · 8 months

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Several Sentence Sunday

Not tagged by anyone yet which is the whole reason - Because it's 3:43am on Sunday here and I legitimately planned to do this asap because @theotherluciferr I get to tag you first this time! <3

Here's something random and cute I've started while my demon cat (aptly named Loki, this feline is psycho) was attacking his own leg along with mine.

He's deciding what the dead thing is - it's tiny, not even big enough to fit in the palm of his hand. It's just a lump of wet, matted black fur, streaked with white, with tiny triangles for ears pressed back against its skull and a pink, pinched nose - then the thing fucking moves. He startles back, his legs hitting the coffee table and sending him sprawling into it - then, as if it can't get any worse, the thing fucking mewls, and he curses the universe. "Buck - did you bring home a god damn kitten?" He asks, trying to keep his voice level and calm. The thing in Buck's wet, rain soaked hoodie, is nosing around with pinched, closed eyes, as though it can smell the damn fear radiating off him.

"Eddie, come on," Buck's voice is a whine, pleading, and Eddie hates when he uses that tone - because it's the same tone that convinced him to let Chris keep a hamster, and a rat, and a fish, and a ferret - but this is a damn kitten, that will grow into a cat, and Buck knows he hates cats with a passion so he can't possibly- "Please, Eddie. He's not even old enough to open his eyes. He'll die if we don't help him."

#buddie 911 #my writing #buddie fic #buck x eddie #idiots in love #they are idiots and they are in love your honor #Several sentence sunday #Cat dads #Eddie is a softie

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AO3 Fics Masterlist 5

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

part one, part two, part three, part four, part six

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky E, 305k

Summary: Steve's just moved back to Brooklyn after spending ten years in California trying to make a life for himself as an artist right after high school. Having escaped to the other side of the country following the sudden death of his mother, Steve feels guilty about abruptly leaving all his friends for so long, unfulfilled, scared and nervous about started college at his age, and unbelievably lonely. So when he meets Bucky Barnes, a young sex-worker, at a bar the night before his first day of classes, temptations might be too high to resist.

One night paying for sex with the most sinfully gorgeous guy is nothing to brag to the papers about, huh?

S'not like he'll ever see him again anyway...

...Right?

Anew. (ao3) - IViv tony/stephen M, 130k

Summary: In death, there was no glory, no redemption, no salvation.

Only darkness and ice—or that was what Tony thought. He closed his eyes in a Siberian bunker and opened them again on his 41st birthday, with War Machine flying into the distance.

A Soft Place to Land (ao3) - Ink_Vault betty/ned, peter/flash N/R, 98k

Summary: "With great power comes great responsibility." Yeah, right. More like, with great power comes stab wounds and bloody sheets and a hero complex that could take down even the strongest of men. And Peter, well, he isn't the strongest of men. Not to mention that Peter's hero complex doesn't exactly extend to himself.

May still doesn’t know that he’s Spiderman. Because of this, she also doesn’t know about his increased metabolism, hunger, strength, sensitivity, everything. He didn’t really notice, for the first few weeks, until he hears May on the phone with one of her work friends discussing how she didn’t realize how much teenage boys eat. Peter immediately stopped eating.

Flash knows something is up. He knows the signs, or at least he thinks he does. And he's going to get to the bottom of things, one way or another.

Bend Around the Wind (ao3) - Scyllaya loki/tony E, 403k

Summary: A few months after the battle of New York the God Loki appears back on Stark Tower under chaotic circumstances. This time however he is on the run. Tony Stark gets caught up in the crossfire and is taken along with the Aesir. Can the two of them ever make truce in order to get away? And even if they do, how does one escape from such a dark corner of the universe, when they are so very far away from the Nine Realms, that not even Loki knows the way back home. But first, they need to survive.

Call Boy (ao3) - L1av steve/bucky E, 149k

Summary: Bucky Barnes was skyrocketing through promotions at his advertising firm. Now, a partnership position is opening and if Bucky wants to see his name on the building, he needs to impress not only Mr. Tony Stark, but his wife Pepper. To do this, it takes a team, a couple to be exact. Bucky asks his ex-wife Natasha to set him up with the perfect girl, blonde, tall, thick thighs and huge tits, but with the personality that’ll get Pepper all smiles.

What Bucky gets? Tall, blonde, thick thighs…and a penis. Can this male escort pretend to not only be Bucky’s fiance but also impress Pepper enough to win Bucky the promotion? Is he going to impress Bucky enough to get him to sleep with him?

Steve loves working for his tip.

Circling Back (ao3) - chaya steve/bucky E, 59k

Summary: Steve looks for Bucky, Bucky finds Steve, Steve tries desperately to put Bucky back together. Bucky tries desperately to let him. (Spoilers for Winter Soldier.)

Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club (ao3) - sara_holmes clint/bucky, steve/tony T, 67k

Summary: Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club. (Invitation and pending mental health evaluation required.)

"When Steve brings Bucky back to the tower for the first time, Clint’s first thought is that Tony Stark’s pride and joy is quickly becoming a less of a very tall and expensive ‘fuck you’ in the faces of investors who don’t believe in self-sustaining energy, and more of a superhero rehabilitation center."

Boyfriends, compromises and learning to like oneself.

Dearly Beloved (ao3) - Hollyspacey darcy/steve E, 21k

Summary: Darcy has 99 problems, and her first assignment for SHIELD is, like, 98 of them.

As if going back home to deal with all of the people who made her childhood miserable wasn't bad enough, she's also stuck in holy matrimony with a surly supersoldier who can't even deal with her under normal circumstances.

Distracted by a Dime (ao3) - happyaspie steve/tony T, 56k

Summary: Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

...but for Peter- things rarely go as planned...

Do I Deserve This? (ao3) - id_rather_be_reading_3 T, 72k

Summary: When the Avengers find a malnourished, traumatized, enhanced teen in a Hydra base, they manage to convince SHIELD that the kid is better off in the Compound than the SHIELD Headquarters.

Peter Parker thinks his luck might finally be changing for the better, until he hears a conversation between Captain America and Iron Man that terrifies him--if the superheroes find out that Peter was an assassin for Hydra, he feels certain they'll kick him out--or worse, send him to the Raft for a punishment he surely deserves.

Can the Spider manage to keep his bloodied past a secret from a room full of mind readers, spies and military? It'll certainly prove harder than he'd thought.

G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 100k

Summary: They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.

And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.

just say you do (ao3) - biblionerd07 steve/bucky T, 173k

Summary: Steve just wanted a job. He wasn't expecting a marriage proposal. And he certainly wasn't expecting to accept.

Making The Best Of It (ao3) - dentalfloss clint/phil T, 33k

Summary: “He’s not telling us everything,” Fury reached out and shut the projection off, “I’m not comfortable with this.” Coulson didn’t respond, didn’t need to. “Let Rogers know I want Barton watched; he doesn’t go anywhere alone until we understand exactly what’s going on. I’m not losing him to some egotistical mind-f***ing blade-dancer who has mentor issues and wants to take it out on our asset.”

Phil nodded efficiently. He couldn’t agree more.

Moving Home (ao3) - loves_buckybarnes layla el-faouly/steven/marc E, 38k

Summary: Layla is missing living in Cairo so she asks Steven and Marc if they want to move to Cairo, her father left her the house in her name, the house she grew up in, so they decide to go visit and see if they want to live there.

Natural Talent (ao3) - 27dragons, tisfan bucky/tony E, 47k

Summary: Bucky is Boss of the Commando territory, carved out of Hydra's territory with blood, tears, and sweat - mostly his own. He has a reputation in other territories for being hard and ruthless, but his own people know him as a generous, considerate leader. He protects his land and his people, but otherwise keeps his head down. He has no intention of getting embroiled in any of the other territories' disputes. That is, until Bucky finds himself in possession of a beautiful companion and learns that the man is far more than he appears.

Ordinary Workplace Hazards, Or SHIELD and OSHA Aren't On Speaking Terms (ao3) - scifigrl47 clint/phil, steve/tony M, 25k

Summary: Tony Stark has once again engineered something that might well lead to the downfall of Western Civilization. No one's really surprised. This time, however, it might just be the lesser of two evils.

Clint and Phil hate playing pickup, but damn, Clint loves the Roombas, and damn, Phil loves Clint, though he's not really sure why sometimes. It's time to play Hide-And-Seek with hostile robotic AIs in the SHIELD home office.

Pavlov was a Jerk (ao3) - BeneficialAddiction clint/phil E, 77k

Summary: Clint Barton: World's Greatest Marksman, submissive, high-functioning disaster.

When Clint comes in to SHIELD he's been on his own for almost four years, and he's been keeping himself level using conditioning techniques he's learned from a lifetime of abuse and neglect. Phil Coulson is the first to notice the imbalance – Clint's system seems to be all punishment, no rewards - but Phil's tastes aren't exactly average and it's none of his business anyway. Certain that what he wants is not at all congruent with what Clint deserves Phil keeps his distance, until a mission gone wrong sends the archer tumbling into an nasty case of subdrop and neither of them have any other choice but to take a chance on the other.

Such Sweet Revenge (ao3) - ali_aliska bucky/tony M, 167k

Summary: When the Rogues are back in the States after being pardoned, the New Avengers want nothing to do with them and as far as Tony is concerned, if he never speaks to them again, it'll be too soon. After all, he didn't spend the last year putting himself (and his family) back together only for his former co-workers to ruin all of his hard work.

But then he gets a hand-written letter from the Winter Soldier himself, apologizing for the events that transpired and an off-handed comment from Rhodey about Rogers failing to take care of an obviously miserable Bucky Barnes sets in motion Tony's new, oh-so-evil plan to get some payback.

After all, what better revenge than to steal the Winter Soldier away from his best friend?

The only problem: Tony sucks at being vengeful, but apparently he's an expert at inadvertently falling in love.

Urgent Care (ao3) - Jo (jmathieson) clint/phil E, 45k

Summary: When a gorgeous young paramedic named Clint Barton walks into Dr. Phil Coulson's ER, both of their lives get a lot more complicated.

Winter Undone (ao3) - DCAngst steve/bucky T, 74k

Summary: What if, after the Endgame battle, Dr. Strange used the time stone to save Tony and undo 80 years of Hydra for Bucky? In other words, 1945 Bucky ends up in 2023 and has to come to terms with…a lot.

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