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sunshinem0ths · 1 year
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im the only one who understands her.
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nightpool · 2 years
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hi everybody i would like to remind you that every way in which websites can choose to display information is an algorithm, and there are no neutral choices. reverse chronological display of posts (or fanfics) has its own sets of pros and cons and it is misleading to say that "there is no algorithm" when in fact it just happens to be an algorithm you agree with, or an algorithm you understand. thank you for your time.
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roosterr · 2 months
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OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN SITTING ON THIS FOR SO LONG why is there more fanfic for konig than gaz. because of his HEIGHT??? jesus christ this pisses me off.
trust me anon i fucking feel you lmao. there's nothing wrong with liking one character more than another, but there's also a certain point where it's just plain discriminatory. plus, there's also something to be said about the majority of konig stans having no interest in the actual games themselves, and purely indulging in his character (plus ghost's) for the sake of horniness, which, like, do what you want ig but i don't have to like it lol
i could go on but i'll spare you lmao, it's been said a million times already, just know that you're so real and i agree completely.
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kawaii-pigeon · 1 year
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Some of yall are the physical manifestation of a hemorrhoid.
Not my mutuals and follows tho, cause they're unproblematic TO ME
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serpentfever · 2 years
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Every time a piece of media creates an “alien” species that is just a human person in all but name and maybe internal anatomy I stab a character designer directly in the kidneys.
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actualtoad · 2 years
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ok but i think white people could give their songs about culture a rest
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variantoutcast · 1 year
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Pleasantly surprised my dash has been all neil and no homestuck
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why is it that every fucking time i read my silly book in a public setting i get bothered by strangers?
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holdmytesseract · 5 months
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When a God Loves a Woman
☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆
Loki x Y/N (Pre-Relationship)
Summary: Loki and you get paired up on a mission, much to the god's dismay - but not because he doesn't like you, no... Quite the opposite. He's hopelessy in love with you. How is he supposed to get through this mission?
Warnings: Loki being a cute idiot in love, pining/bit of mutual pining, a few suggestive things, fluff, swear words, thirst? short mention of weapons? short mention of drugs, mentions of a w*nst - blink and you'll miss it
Word Count: 5,5k
a/n: This is a request from my wonderful friend @fictive-sl0th ! 🥰❤️ I hope you are going to like it - and everybody else, of course as well! 😁
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"No. Absolutely not," Loki stated; crossing his arms over his chest. Tony blinked in disbelief. "What does that mean 'No'? Are you kidding me, Laufeyson?" The god squinted his eyes at his 'team colleague'.
"You must be deaf - or stupid, metal man... Perhaps even both. No... I said no." Tony growled; was already annoyed. "Thin ice, Reindeer Games, thin ice." The billionaire took a few threatening steps closer. "Listen. I don't care what you want, princess. You are the one who needs to prove himself to Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D - and basically the whole world. So if you don't want to end up home and get send into a cell by daddy, you should cooperate now." Loki's jaw clenched; knowing that Tony was unfortunately right. "I'm calling the shots at this mission - which needs to be a success, and if I'm telling you to team up with Y/L/N, then you're going to fucking do it. Are we clear?"
The god was positively fuming with anger - and despair (which Tony didn't notice). "Yes," he hissed. If looks could kill...
It's not that Loki didn't want to team up with you. In fact, he wanted nothing more in his life - and exactly that was the problem. About a year had passed now since he'd been sentenced to prove himself worthy and make up for the chaos he had caused. He became an Avenger - no matter if he liked it or not. It was his only chance to escape the dungeons on Asgard.
It had been a bitter pill for the god to swallow; without a doubt.
Earning the team's trust wasn't easy. Everybody despised him; was suspicious - except you. From the first day he arrived at the Avengers compound, you tried your best to give him a warm welcome. You were nice, kind and sweet. At first, Loki didn't like this at all; thought it was just a fake show you put on. A little game you played or something. After all, why should you have mercy? Why would you accept him? It simply couldn't be.
So, Loki pushed you aside - several times; cold-shouldered you. But you stayed stubborn and continued to treat him friendly - like he deserved and didn't let yourself get shoved away by the god for long. It took a lot of time (and energy), but at some point Loki realised that your intentions were pure. You really meant it. He realised, that you gave him something what nobody else did... A second chance. And from then on, he let you in. Step by step, of course, and slow, but he did.
He talked more to you, spent more time with you, trained together with you - and at some point it came how it had to come... Loki fell in love. Hard. Something he wasn't willing to admit, of course. Norns, he'd rather die than admitting that he fell in love with a Midgardian woman. He also didn't want a single soul to get a whiff of this, so his mission was to keep it a secret - no matter what it took.
The problem was, that preserving this secret turned out to be more difficult than Loki thought. It wasn't easy for him to keep his cool around you; given the fact that he didn't feel this kind of love for ages. By Odin's beard, he felt like a lovestoned teenager! Therefore, he tried to avoid being too close to you - not always successfully, though...
"Good boy."
Tony's words brought Loki back down to earth; out of his head. He clenched his jaw. The anger flooding through his veins was back. Full force - but nevertheless, he tried to control his temper and keeping his mouth shut.
"Why don't you like to be in a team with Y/N anyway? I thought you two get along quite well - or did I misinterpret the situation? Do you have a problem with her?" Tony asked suspiciously. Loki blinked. "No, I-" Before he could say something he'd regret later, the warning bells in his head started to ring at a deafening volume; causing his brain to switch into defence mode immediately.
"I mean yes. Yes. I don't like her. She's annoying me."
The billionaire frowned; crossing his arms over his chest. "You're confusing me, Reindeer Games. No, then yes. Geez, you're worse than a diva. Do you have a problem now with Y/N, or not?" Loki was a hairsbreadth away from grabbing Tony by the lapels of his shirt and throwing him against the nearby wall of the conference room.
"Yes," the god hissed. "I can't stand her." To say those words hurt him deeply; his heart wincing in pain - but for Loki, there was no other way.
"Well..." For a moment, Tony's expression was understanding and almost soft - but then he shrugged his shoulders. "Your problem. The teams are set. I don't care. Make it work." With those words and another shrug, the billionaire turned on his heels, walked away, "See you tomorrow, princess." and left the room.
Loki's eyes followed him, before he squeezed them shut; shaking his head. A sigh left his lips. "How foolish..." He mumbled. "How foolish of me to think Stark would cooperate." Running a hand through his raven curls, he returned to his room. Tomorrow was going to be a hard day for him...
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The next day arrived way too quickly - and Loki had slept way too less and spent the whole day thinking about that damn mission, causing him to be the first to stand by the Quinjet; waiting for his 'team mates'. It was an awkward situation. Usually, he was never the first - except today.
Tony arrived only ten minutes later; a shit eating grin spreading over his whole face as he saw Loki. "Well, well... Eager, are we, Reindeer Games?" Loki just rolled his eyes; certainly didn't have the nerves for the billionaire's stupid little games.
"Mind your own business, Stark."
Tony sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Oooh and we're already in diva mode?" The god clenched his jaw; was about to say something not exactly nice to the billionaire, when a booming voice cut through the air. "Ahhh, brother!" It was Thor, of course.
The god walked over to Loki and Tony with a broad smile on his face. "Finally, the time has come! We're on a mission again together!" He said happily, giving Loki a harsh slap on the shoulder. Loki coughed, "Yes, brother, I am thrilled." and glared at Thor - who didn't even notice his younger sibling's discomfort.
"Ah! Don't fret, brother!" Loki rolled his eyes subtly; already questioning his life choices. But when he crossed his arms over his armour clad chest and slightly shook his head, the god's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of somebody approaching the team. It was Natasha - and you. Loki's gaze immediately got stuck on you - against his will; eyes widening. "This is going to be..." Thor's words faded as Loki's mouth fell agape and suddenly the world seemed to turn in slow motion around him.
You walked casually beside the Widow; your Y/H/C untamed hair flying in the wind. Unlike Natasha, you wore a white and black body suit. Several pockets were attached to it. For comms, weapons and other gear. It was tactical and convenient, but also form-fitting and especially tight. It showed off your curves to perfection - and by the holy roots of Yggdrasil... You looked stunningly sexy. Not that Loki didn't see you before in your mission gear - but you had never worn something like that before.
"Norns, give me strength..." Loki whispered, before he was able to prevent it; attracting Thor's attention. "What did you just say, brother?" "Nothing!" Loki almost shouted in slight panic, before clearing his throat. Get a hold of yourself, Laufeyson!
"I mean... Nothing. I didn't say a word."
What the god didn't think of, was that his eyes were still locked on the beautiful woman only a few meters away from him - and Thor noticed; raised an suspicious eyebrow, as he followed Loki's gaze. "Um, brother, you're staring."
Fuck.
Loki's eyes widened even more; cheeks turning pink as he quickly pulled his gaze off you. "No, I'm not! You must be blind, brother! Or hallucinating!"
Thor wasn't stupid, though. He knew exactly what he saw - and Loki's reaction only proved his assumption to be right. The god said nothing, only smiled, before he went to greet his fellow team mates.
"Ah, greetings, Lady Romanoff and Lady Y/N!" Natasha gave him a smile and a nod. "Hey Thunderboy." You smiled and waved at him. "Hi Thor!" While the Black Widow went to join Tony already on the Quinjet, you walked up to the Asgardian princes - which caused Loki to get slightly nervous.
"Is that new a new armour I see on you, Lady Y/N?" You giggled; nodding. "It is. Nat told me to try something new and I needed anyway something more... functional, so... Do you like it?" You turned in a circle; showing off your new outfit - much to Loki's dismay. He felt his breath hitching in his throat; his chest seemingly growing tighter - just like the space within the front of his leather trousers.
By Odin's beard... How am I supposed to survive this mission?
"It suits you very well, Lady Y/N!" "Thanks, Thor." Then you turned to Loki. "How do you like it, Mischief?"
Like it? LIKE IT?! I love it. It makes me want to pin you against the wall of the Quinjet and ravish you right then and there.
"I agree with my brother."
"Thanks! Now, let's go, boys. I bet Tony's waiting already for us and we don't want to make our diva angry, do we?" You prompted; already entering the Quinjet - which caused the fabric of your suit to bend and stretch around certain body parts even more.
Shit...
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You sat alone in a corner of the Quinjet; checking your weapons and mentally preparing yourself for the task ahead, since Tony had announced that you'd arrive soon. Then you heard steps approaching you. Familiar steps. You didn't even have to look up to check who it was. You knew.
"What's up, Nat?"
Your best friend sat down beside you. From the corner of your eye, you could see that she had already changed. A beautiful black, long-sleeved dress was hiding her catsuit underneath. She looked stunning - as always.
"He's into you."
You frowned immediately; were taken aback by the Widow's words. Nat was definitely not somebody who beat about the bush...
You looked up to face her; seeing her lips curled upwards in a smirk.
"W-What, I- Who?"
"Laufeyson." Natasha spoke out the god's name without even blinking; kind of shocking you.
"Whaaat?" You laughed; shaking your head. "No fucking way. I mean, yes, he probably likes my body - like the handsome naughty little shit he is, but that doesn't mean he likes me. Loki has a lot of women and men..." Natasha raised an accusing eyebrow. "Babes, no... Sorry to disappoint you, but Loki didn't have somebody in months."
You frowned. "How do you know that?" Your best friend shrugged her shoulders. "Bruce's apartment is across his and trust me, babe... I hear if he's giving somebody a really good time, 'cause fucking hell, he apparently does." You almost choked on your own spit by her words. "Nat! You cheeky minx!" Again you got just a shrug, accompanied by a grin.
"Okay, let's say you're right... That doesn't mean he's into me." The Russian beauty rolled her eyes. "Y/N... Sorry to say that, but... Are you blind? I don't mean what happened earlier. Sure, his eyes almost popped out of his head, seeing you like this - but that was just another proof." Now you were the one raising both your eyebrows.
"Another proof? What is that supposed to mean now?" Your best friend giggled; shaking her head. "You really didn't notice." "Notice what?" You asked almost desperately know. "The way he's looking at you? How his mood always seems to lift when you're in the room? He smiles - as soon as you're around him. The way he opens up to you? How kind he is to you?" You blinked; staring at your best friend.
"Uhhh, no? I, um, no..." "You should pay a bit more attention then," Nat said; winking. You were still a bit stunned and overwhelmed by those 'news'. That was never your intention. "I... I didn't mean to... I was just trying to be kind. I always knew there's more in Loki than just the bad guy everybody thinks he is. All I wanted was to give him what he deserves... A second chance and a way to proof everybody wrong."
The Widow smiled; placing a hand on your shoulder. "Well... It seems like you were successful in bringing out this other side of him. There is more. You were right about that. But it also seems like you tickled something else awake inside of him... Feelings." "Feelings?" "Feelings. That man is head over heels for you." You bit your lip. That wasn't what I wanted... "Are you sure?" Natasha stood up again, "To 100 per cent." and walked away with a smile; leaving you and your thoughts alone.
You sighed; leaning back against the wall. Your head hitting the metal with a soft thud. You couldn't help but to think about what Natasha said. He's into you. Perhaps it was true and your best friend right, but... What were you feeling? Was his love... requited?
You swallowed. Sure, he was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon, with his long, raven curls, chiselled face and trained body. You loved his wit, how utterly charming he could be, how eloquent he was, how well-read, smart and his other-worldly humour. You liked to spent time with him and talk to him. You'd even go as far and say you were some kind of friends, but love? Not yet.
But when you closed your eyes and thought of Loki, you could easily picture a future with him as a couple - and who knew... Perhaps it was going to happen.
Okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him.
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"Alright. Everybody knows what to do. Let's get those documents, so we can finally make sure that this asshole gets behind bars," Tony spoke and everyone nodded.
The mission was... Well, you wouldn't exactly say easy, but with a good team perfectly manageable. The Avengers got the assignment to help the police to get one of the biggest drug dealers of America - and literally the whole world finally behind bars. Bernardi had always managed to slip the F.B.I through their fingers the past years. Now it had to end - and it was going to.
Today was a big gala in New Haven, Connecticut - the best chance to get Bernardi. But to finally convict him, important documents of the next big drug deal were needed - and they laid safely in a safe in his security monitored and secured suite in the big building, where also the gala took place.
The plan? Tony was going to hack the security camera systems, to make you and Loki - who were going to sneak through the ventilation shafts of the building and actually 'steal' the documents. Nat was going to attend the gala with Thor as her backup and caused distraction - if needed. This time, it was no 'going like a bull at a gate' task. It was no big fight or war. It was some kind of movie like spy mission - and you were hyped.
You didn't understand first, why Tony hadn't sent you and Nat to get the documents, but then you realised that Loki and Thor probably weren't the best duo to attend the gala together. Their cover would probably blow up faster than Tony's patience...
"Y/N, are you coming?" The soft, low timbre of Loki urged to your ears; causing you to blink and snap out of your thoughts. "On my way." You checked if you had everything you needed, then joined your team mate. "Ready, partner?" Loki smiled; gesturing for you to walk down the ramp of the Quinjet. "Lead the way, milady."
Tony had given you the exact positions, coordinates and maps. Loki 'was just your helper' - like the billionaire put it and 'had to follow your orders'.
You sneaked around the big building at the dead of night; looking for the exit of the ventilation shafts. You were quick to find the exact one Tony told you to find and quietly removed the grid, while Loki's eyes scanned the area for any 'intruders'.
"Let's go." You grabbed Loki's attention with your words; nodding towards the ventilation shaft. Just when you were about to climb inside, Loki stopped you. "Y/N, wait! I, uh, I think I should go first." You turned to face him; looking a bit confused. "Why? That wouldn't make sense, Mischief. I have the maps. I know where to go. That's why I..." You climbed inside the ventilation shaft. "... go first. Now come!" Unbeknownst to you, squeezed Loki his eyes shut; face scrunching. "Loki!" "Coming!"
He sighed, then followed you. It was dark inside, of course, but you had your torch and Loki, well, his seidr. Nevertheless, the light source in addition with his position gave Loki the perfect view of your ass; sending shivers down the god's spine. Exactly what he wanted to prevent. Sure, he enjoyed the view, but it was also torturous. You were close and yet so far. "Norns... Can this evening get any worse?" He mumbled underneath his breath, while crawling behind you. "What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing!"
After crawling through the tight, dark space and crossing endless corners for what felt like eternity, you finally announced that you and Loki had reached the destination - the tenth floor of the building.
"Oh!" You abruptly stopped; causing Loki to almost bump head first in your bottom - head first. "What?" "I think we made it. According to Tony's plans, this must be the exit we have to take. The tenth floor." "Let us do that then. My knees hurt." You giggled; working on getting the hatchway open. "Not used to kneel a lot, are we?" "Sounds like you are." Loki answered dryly, without even blinking - and your jaw almost dropped. A blush creeping up your cheeks. He just couldn't help himself. You had given him the perfect opportunity.
"No! I-I mean... I do a lot of work on missions which affords... Kneeling and crawling." The god nodded, but gave you a cheeky smile. "Sure, Y/N. I do kneel from time to time, too."
Gods... You felt the heat in your cheeks increasing, so you busied yourself even more with the hatchway - and to your sheer relief it clicked open mere seconds later. Carefully, you peeked out; head first, looking for any signs of security guards. "Not a single soul to be seen. The coast is clear." You sat up; ready to jump, when your partner stopped you for the second time. "Allow me to go first this time." "Alright." Loki jumped and you followed; the hatchway falling close behind you.
The hallway you had landed in was big with white, clean walls and a black tiled floor. It reminded you of a hotel, but also didn't look like such at all.
"Where to now, milady?" Loki whispered; just in case. "We have to find Bernardi's room," you answered in a hushed voice; pointing down the hallway. "This way." The god nodded; following close behind. So, you sneaked down the hallways; crossing each corner carefully. Another look on the map told you that you weren't far from your destination, when you suddenly heard voices - and they came from behind you.
"Securityguards!" You whisper-yelled at Loki, who looked surprisingly just as panicky as you did. Well, after all you were in a hallway... Not exactly many opportunities to hide there. Loki was about to just teleport you somewhere else, but before he could make use of his magic, you had reacted faster and literally shoved him inside a little broom closet you had spotted mere seconds ago. With one hand clasped over his mouth, the other gripping the lapels of his leather coat tightly and your back stemmed against the door, you hid away from the nearing threat. It caught Loki completely off-guard of course, but he found himself once more enjoying the situation. Your touch. The roughness of it. He liked it.
Once you were sure he wouldn't make a single sound, you let go of him. "Sorry. I just had to make sure that-" "I know," he interrupted you, nodding. You nodded back at him; staying quiet. You had to wait until the security men passed. Unfortunately, though, the broom closet was everything but spacious. Quite the opposite... tiny. And with cleaning supplies all around the two of you, it was a really tight fit. So tight, that body contact was inevitable. Your chest almost touched his. You were so close, you could feel his minty breath on your face. Loki's chiselled bone structure looked even more handsome from this point of view - and dear god, had he always smelled that good? Like a mix out of leather, blood oranges and charred wood? You couldn't explain why, but it smelt so comfortable to you. So rich and musky, yet sweet.
You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Focus, Y/N, focus.
Unbeknownst to you, Loki had the exact same problem; struggling even harder. His hands almost trembled from holding back from touching you. He would've loved to just kiss you right here and now; your scent intoxicating him. But he couldn't, and he knew that.
"I think we're good to go," you breathed out then; slowly lurking through the crack of the door. "Come."
Loki had noticed the slight tremble in your voice - and it sparked something inside him... Hope. Perhaps he had a chance to win your heart. A chance he never thought he had. And maybe, just maybe he shouldn't see this mission as a burden, but as the first shot he could shoot.
Loki knew that women liked to be wooed. So, he decided to try to impress you. After all, he had conquered already a lot of hearts. He knew how it worked. But you... You were different. You had conquered his heart first - and you didn't even know it.
Wordlessly, the god followed you, until you had reached Bernardi's room. A complicated lock adorned the door. Easy access? No chance. "Alright," you stated; switching on your communication device. "Tony. We're standing in front of the room. Pick the lock." The billionaire answered immediately. "Consider it done, Y/N." "Perfect."
Tony's 'consider it done' took longer than you anticipated... Almost fifteen minutes had ticked by and the electric lock still hadn't moved an inch.
"Hey Tony, what's taking so long?" "It's more complicated than I thought. Give me another minute."
And even another minute wasn't enough. So slowly, Loki grew impatient. After all was the risk very high of getting caught by security guards any momenr. Rolling his eyes, he stepped over to the door and placed his hand on the lock. "Loki? What are you doing?" You asked, eyes widening. "Unlocking this damn lock." You blinked. "And, uh, how?" The god gave you a smirk; "Seidr, darling." winking.
Not even a second after he said that, a green cloud enveloped the lock - and it clicked open. Your jaw dropped. "Woah... That's... That's pretty cool."
Step one of impressing Y/N: Done.
"Tony, we got it." "Yes, I can see that... How?!" You smiled; following Loki inside the room. "Mischief." You could practically hear how Tony rolled his eyes at your answer.
After tiptoeing through the big, spacious room and 'stealing' the documents like professionals; you and your partner left again, as if nothing happened. Loki even managed to fix the lock with his magic.
"Let's get out of here, shall we?" You nodded; checking your watch. "We should, yes. The 10 o'clock patrol will pass this hallway in exact... ten minutes. Either we hurry, or tell Thor and Nat to distract them." "I know I have no say in this mission, but I would recommend option two, Y/N. Better safe than- uh... How's this Midgardian saying going again?" You giggled - music to Loki's ears. "Better be safe than sorry." "That's it, yes. Thank you." "I guess you're right... Nat, can you hear me?" "Loud and clear, babes." "Perfect. Can you and Thor distract the 10 o'clock patrol up here? We won't make it in time." "Sure thing!"
Well, unfortunately, it turned out they couldn't...
Just as the two of you rounded the corner into the hallway of the ventilation shaft, rounded a group of five security guards the other corner. You and Loki stopped immediately in your track; standing like frozen to the ground. "Well... Now we have a problem." The guards noticed you, of course, immediately. One of them gave you an angry look. "Indeed we have," the bulky man snarled; switching on his walkie-talkie. "We have intruders on the tenth floor. Most likely burglars; calling for back-up." "Understood, Sir. Back-up is on the way."
Now you were really fucked.
You sighed; cracking your neck and prepared to fight. "Guess we'll have to-" That was the moment Loki had waited for. The ultimate chance to impress you. His hand on your arm interrupted you; pulling you gently behind himself. "Stay behind me, darling. I am going to take care of this little... issue." Loki stepped slowly forwards - like a wolf stalking its prey; read to fight, when suddenly something caught his attention... A small loudspeaker box hanging high up in the corner where both hallways met.
Smiling mischievously; he snapped his fingers. Let's put on a little show for the lady.
The security guards didn't know what was coming their way. Especially not as 'Holding Out for a Hero' by Bonnie Tyler started to echo through the empty hallways. And before any of them could react, Loki had already started his attack. Unlucky for the men, they were just as surprised and kind of shocked how you were. The god moved gracefully; dodging here a kick and there a punch. The security guards didn't stand a single chance. Not even the back-up - and by the end of the song, Loki had knocked out every single man who had stood in his way.
You just stood there; mouth agape and not quite knowing what to do or think. Loki though, had a victorious, smug and self-confident smirk on his face. Running a hand smoothly through his black curls, he leaned casually against the wall. "There we go. They won't bother us anymore."
Loki didn't quite know what he anticipated of your reaction. A nervous smile perhaps. Reddened cheeks or a impressed facial expression - but he certainly didn't anticipated what came his way... "Umm... Thank you? But I could've taken care of them as well. I know, uh, how to fight."
The god had a hard time hiding the shock on his face. And the embarrassment, which followed only a few seconds later. She didn't like it. She thinks I'm stupid. I made a fool out of myself. He face-palmed himself internally.
Swallowing nervously and clearing his throat, Loki stepped away from the wall again; trying to somehow 'save' this situation. "Sure, I... I know that, of course, Y/N. I just... wanted to be... nice." "Well, I appreciate it. Thanks." Before an awkward silence could settle between you and him; the god cleared his throat once more. "We, um, we should leave." You nodded, "We should, yes." and watched him turn on his heels; quickly walking away.
Therefore, Loki couldn't see how a dazzling smile spread across your face. Whatever it was what he just did - or tried to do... It was very sweet of him.
The rest of the mission went smoothly. You and Loki made it safely and uncaught out of the building.
When you reached the Quinjet, Natasha stood on the ramp, already changed in her black bodysuit; grinning. She said not a single word as you and Loki passed her by, just kept grinning. You gave your best friend a confused look; mouthing: "What?" All she did was winking, before she followed you as the ramp closed shut behind the three of you.
After you had handed Tony the documents and the Quinjet was in the air again; heading towards New York, you decided to seek out the Widow.
"What was that grinning about, huh?" You gently poked her side to get your best friend's attention. She turned to face you; smiling again. "Oh, nothing. Just Loki fighting off thirty guys alone," Nat said with a wink. "And this got you smiling, because...?" You looked expectantly at her, not quite getting what she was insisting.
"Gods, Y/N/N... You truly are blind," Nat stated; shaking her head and crossed her arms over her chest, before she walked towards the metallic door. "He did that in order to impress and most likely to protect you. That man is in love with you. Open up your eyes, babes."
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The Quinjet landed quite late at night on the compound. Only a few lights were on; signalling that most of the other Avengers were already asleep.
"Alright, guys. See tomorrow," you bid your goodbye to your fellow teammates. After hugging Natasha, you turned to Loki. "Good night, Mischief." The god gave you a soft smile. "Good night." Then you turned and walked away; following Nat and Tony.
While Loki couldn't help himself, but to stare after you with mixed feelings about the last few hours coiling within his stomach, Thor came to stand beside him.
"You are staring again, brother." He stated simply; smiling. "I'm not-" Loki wanted to immediately reject Thor, but the God of Thunder spoke faster. "Do not try to deny it, Loki. I saw everything. You tried to impress Lady Y/N with fighting off those men." Loki's eyes widened at Thor's words - proofing the god to be right. "You... saw that?" "Yes, brother. We all did."
Loki squeezed his eyes shut. The cameras.
He couldn't control his body longer; a blush creeping up his cheeks. Thor laughed heartily; clapping him on the shoulder. "No need to be ashamed, brother. I am truly happy you found love - and Lady Y/N is a great woman, if I might say so."
Loki grumbled, but knew very well that he had lost this game. "I don't think Y/N feels the same, brother. I made a fool out of myself. I will never win her heart."
Thor wrapped his arm around Loki's shoulder, shaking his head. "No, you did not make a fool out of yourself. I tried to impress Jane a lot of times and failed." "Yes, because you're an oafish ape. I'm not," Loki mumbled under his breath; inaudible for Thor. "Don't you give up. One day, Lady Y/N will be yours."
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After the kind of awkward conversation with his brother, Loki headed straight to his little apartment in the tower. He considered to go to bed straight away, in order to escape the hold you had on him, but he also was aware that his mind wouldn't switch itself off so easily. So, instead to forget you, he decided to fully indulge in his thoughts, heartache and fantasies, and took a very long shower; whimpering your name over and over again in his throes of pleasure at the imagination of you in that damn body suit.
Now the god was standing naked in front of the sink; staring at himself in the mirror. His damp raven curls falling loosely over his shoulders; pecs still glistening with water, causing a few single water droplets to drip from his chest hair.
Loki took a deep breath; shaking his head. "I'm fool... I'm such a fool..." With one simple snap of his fingers, he was perfectly dry. He sighed. "... and hopelessly in love."
After slipping into a fresh pair of boxershorts, he went to bed; laying awake for seconds. Minutes. Hours? Just like he anticipated. The god stared at the dark ceiling above him, arms crossed behind his neck; thinking. Until suddenly his mobile vibrated for a second; announcing that he just received a message. Frowning, Loki turned to reach for his phone on the bedside table and unlocked it - only for his eyes to widen. You... It was a message from you. Quickly, he entered the chat to read it.
Hey, Mischief. Just wanted to say thank you again for fighting off the bad guys. Very cute. Thanks.
Loki's whole face lit up. Cute? He was smiling so bright, like he had probably never did in his life before. She thinks I'm cute? His heart skipped a joyful beat.
Perhaps was his brother right... Perhaps hope wasn't lost yet and one day... One day you will be his.
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When Your Head's Too Loud | Nikto x gn!reader
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↳ ❝ Angsty time with prompt number 30 “You were right, you were so, so fucking right and I hate it” and 34 “I love you, I really do” where reader is so frustrated of Nikto who doubting himself about not being loved in fact everyone actually love him and care for him. ❞
: ̗̀➛ Nikto's head gets loud often, but there is one person he can always trust.
: ̗̀➛ swearing, mental illness, depictions of d.i.d, saneism and ableism
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Nikto often doubted himself, doubted that those around him actually cared from him, and part of it was due to his Dissociative Identity Disorder, as he was often told that he was alone in the world and that nobody actually liked him, not even you.
It would usually make him stow away from everybody else, hiding out in the woods where you had first told him that you loved him, amongst the tall and towering trees that you would often climb and the thick bramble bushes that tugged him closer to their embrace.
Near the small running stream that was usually a murky olive colour, deep and dull green as it kicked up sediment and moss; the sound of it rushing would calm him, and drown almost everything else out.
Nikto knew that he shouldn’t have isolated himself from everybody else, he always got an earful about how unhealthy it was; but it made him feel safe, and it made him feel better.
Insecurity was not a new friend of his; even before the development of his disorder, he had always been taunted on the playground - the ugly kid. Billy no mates.
He had been picked on and kicked to the ground far too many times; a dog that had been beaten by its master to the point of giving up and giving in.
Nikto knew that his career was on thin ice, mostly because nobody wanted to work with someone like him; they called him names, and made comments about his disorder and how it made him violent, unpredictable… you never did, though. You never once did any of that.
His teammates trusted him, of course, but they still held some caution around him; the only one who ever truly let their guard down near him was you.
You would be completely at ease at his side, but for some reason, he still doubted himself. He would always still doubt himself.
Even now, as he sat up in his cot and looked around, he could feel your breath against his hip from where he had pushed himself up, and he could feel your arm lazily draped over him; he grabbed his mask, fixing it on quickly before taking a deep breath.
His eyes were wild and frantic as he heard them talk.
“No one likes you, you know.”
“Nobody can ever trust you - do you really think they’ll ever see you as anything but a psycho killer?”
“That’s all you’ll ever be to them - why do you think they keep calling people psychopaths? They don’t care about people like us, especially not you.”
“Stop it,” Nikto murmured, shaking his head. “Stop it. No, no. We are not- we are okay.”
You stirred upon hearing his voice, rubbing your eyes as you yawned and sat up, your hand coming to his shoulder as you blinked to clear the sleep from your eyes. “Nikto? Why are you wearing your mask?”
He glared at you, shaking his head again. “We’re not…”
“Not what?” You hummed, tilting your head to the side. Your voice still thick with sleep. 
He swallowed thickly, the sound audible and loud against the quiet, isolated room. “We’re not good enough for you. We don’t deserve you, never have.”
You scoffed, flopping back down and taking his mask with you. You held it on your chest, smiling as you traced it gently with your fingertips. “Like I give a fuck. Did you forget that I have plenty of blood on my hands, too?”
“You were right,” he muttered, although not to you. “You were right, you were so, so fucking right and I hate it. We’ll never be loved…”
You cleared your throat as you gently smacked the back of your hand against his bicep, drawing his attention to you again. “I love you, I really do, Nikto. I don’t… I don’t let my guard down around many people, but you? I love you enough to never feel unsafe when you’re nearby… even if I’m being shot at.”
He grumbled, slowly lowering himself down so that he was laid next to you, pressing his temple to yours. “You sound almost angry…”
You shook your head, stealing a quick kiss as you sighed. “I’m not angry, just… sometimes, when I hear you talk like that, it’s kinda frustrating - you can’t see yourself the way I do, you can’t see how much you make me laugh when you tell your shit jokes. You can’t see how much my heart races when I get to see you after a day apart. You can’t see how handsome you are… I adore you, every inch and every atom. I adore you… and so, so many of your teammates love you like a brother, they might not adore you like I do, but they do love you, and all of us care about you unconditionally.”
“You mean that?” Nikto asked quietly.
You nodded, leaning into him. “Forever and always. I wasn’t… I wasn’t gonna ask you until we went to your house during our break, but…”
“But?”
“But, would you marry me?” You asked softly. “And I don’t mean it out of pity - I’ve been thinking about asking for a while, now, and… just seems like the right time.”
Nikto nodded, cracking a smile. “I would.”
“I don’t have a ring,” you admitted with a soft laugh. “Can I give you a bit of barbed wire, instead?”
He nodded. “In the morning.”
“Alright,” you smiled, stealing another kiss. “Next time you have doubts… do me a favour? Just wake me up, please. I don’t want you to suffer in silence thinking… y’know.”
Slowly, Nikto nodded again as he turned onto his side and put his arm over you. “Thank you.”
“You know this,” you whispered. “But if shit’s getting too loud in your head, we can go down to the woods together. I’ll keep out of your space, if that’s what you need. But if we go down together, you won’t get a bollocking.”
“I will,” he told you. “Thank you, my love.”
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Could I ask a Wally x Reader reunion request? Like reader found a way to leave Home and go back to their world, but they learn they can’t return for at least a month or two.
And they do eventually come back apologizing to Wally and then to everybody else. Some angst ending with fluff?
I may have gotten a tad bit excited by this ask.
[Part 1 ◇ 2 ◇ 3]
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At the end of all I knew, I find the beginning of you and I.
The Everyday Life of Wally Darling
Word count: 2,070
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Demands piled high, and you were only so fast to fill them. You were tucked in a corner by the espresso machine. The revolving door of needy customers never slowed, their unspoken requests needing tending to. The jaded opening baristas were already planning what to get from the bar a few stores down . One coworker was taking orders and making small talk at the register, another was next to you pulling shots. Your feet remained in two squares, turning to and from the machine grabbing milk for the sweating ice cups and hissing steam wands.
A whisper from a passing shadow, "Smile more, you're scaring the customers."
You duck your head pulling your cap low. With shaking hands you attempt to pour milk into a pitcher only to have it spill, split by the edge. Rag in hand you wipe away the mess, but the blurring of your vision makes it difficult. The room threatens to spin as if wanting you tossed off your feet. Your stomach twists pushing your heart into your throat. Your body steels for the expected impact. Nothing changes, and the line keeps moving. Standing there inside your head allowed orders to pile.
Idling there disrupted the flow, "Y/N, this one needs regular milk, did you grab the right one?"
"Mhm, yes, yes. Regular." You barely finished your sentence, your voice fading. The cup had been placed on the counter where a hand extending from the growing mass snapped it up. You watched it until it was out of view, absorbed by the bustling chaos.
Turning back to the machine, something red glints off of it. Your single dangling earring taps against your jaw, but the weight of it soothes you. You sigh softly and the side of your lip lifts into a quick smile. It was a bright red apple cut in half with two little black seeds on it. When you touch it you can feel the smooth rise and fall of its shape.
A tap on your shoulder caused you to jump in surprise, "Take your break, Y/N, you're distracted."
With a nod you stepped away. The smile on your face flattened to a thin line as you grabbed your bag. For a moment you thought about leaving and heading straight home. The comfort of your couch called to you, but you knew leaving would cost your coworkers their break. Instead you slipped out of the store and walked to the gas station a few blocks away.
Reddish-brown leaves were falling from twisted branches high above you. The breeze rattled them, shaking them loose until they fluttered down, settling on the ground. Life felt like it slowed to a crawl with the colder months rounding the corner. You briefly thought about what sort of soups Poppy would be making, and if Howdy was stocking caramel apples. The gas station came into view.
Inside the parking lot, tucked behind the old building, was a dumpster. Around it were old buckets, crates, and wood in various stages of rot. Reaching tree branches from the other side of the fence formed a canopy overhead. There was a touch of coziness here as the sound of busy life faded into the distance.
Your favorite overturned crate was still here just as you had left it. Before sitting down you removed a carefully wrapped container from your bag. Half of this morning's blunt rested inside along with your lighter. Held between your lips, you attempted to light it. The flint struck once, twice, three times before a strong enough flame was lit. You held it to the snubbed blunt letting it take hold. The embers burned a bright red as you inhaled. On the exhale you let yourself comfortably slump against the fence, shutting your eyes.
This passing summer had been unbearable, but in the autumn chill you found yourself asking for its return. The cold ran deep soaking into your bones and mixing with your blood. You pulled your scarf up over your ears. Each puff untethered you. Smoke drifted out from your nose caressing your skin as it drifted up, the wispy tendrils passed easily between the strands of your hair.
Your hand trailed over the earring feeling along the shape of it. It was originally part of a set, but the other side had been lost in a pocket between here and there. It had been a gift, one made specially for you. Lovingly shaped by careful hands. If the other side remained in Home, you imagined he kept it close to him at all times. This gave you comfort as you remembered the time spent there.
When you first arrived in Home, you were greeted by a whole cast of friendly faces. Julie created games for you to play. Frank and Eddie would take you bug watching. Howdy always found ways to indulge your sweet tooth. Barnaby invited you out on strolls, imparting wisdom and bad jokes. Poppy taught you how to bake. And Wally was there every step of the way. Life back in your reality wasn't as grand, as you came to remember, but it hadn't been your choice to go. Just like it hadn't been your choice to leave. You were ripped away from all you knew and fell through a hole in the universe.
On an outing you brought up your confusing feelings while bug watching. Eddie had suggested that you at least keep it an open idea, and Frank agreed. There were no clear paths and not many options. Choices weren't a choice unless they were found to be possible. Everyone stressed that should the time come, the final decision was up to you.
You weren't fully convinced to stay or go, but at the time you couldn't rule out any foreseeable options. Despite how close you all had grown, you had felt that you couldn't fully belong. They all knew how homesick you were, especially Wally, and his words were still clear in your mind.
"Hmm, that is a tough one," Wally spoke slowly, his eyes looking thoughtful, "If you found a way home, you could properly answer that question. It would be undeniable, neighbor, whatever your deepest desires are."
You tried to remember things as clearly as possible, but every memory led back to the end. His laughter turned to screams, his hopeful eyes brimming with terror, hands struggled to hold on. The pull of the void was too great, and you fell into the endless darkness. All you remembered was his face laced with regret. He was shouting frantically as you were swallowed whole. All you could do was watch as the darkness consumed your vision. Twice you had fallen, twice you had to confront your mounting losses.
That day played on repeat in your head. You tried to scrub the fading fragments in search of subtle meanings. Were those little glances something more? The softening of his eyes, the pink of his cheeks, was that something you only imagined? Your bag was crumpled on the ground near you. With a rough shake you undid the partially closed zipper and pulled out a beaten up notebook.
Page after page were filled with grainy crayons and smooth colored pencils. Splatters of smudged paint obscured the already warped images and words. Those scribbles had been notes you kept while living in Home. You smiled fondly as your thumb rubbed the coarse texture. It ended up a collective journal meant to be shared. Everyone had pitched in and wrote something about their day.
It looked like the pages had been stained with a painter's used water cup. Over these stained pages you had tried drawing each of them from memory. It became harder to remember what they looked like, but eyes remained. Each one detailed and alive, but lacking familiarity.
Drops of rain fell onto the page popping your bubble of solitude. Your break was over all too soon. As you put everything back in your bag the thought of walking away returned, nagging and incessant. It coiled around your stomach and squeezed itself into a ball. Nothing about this was right. You left the gas station without a word heading towards the bus stop. They managed without you for five months, they'll survive one shift.
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"Howdy has some caramel coated apples all neatly packaged at the bodega." Frank was at the kitchen sink washing a pumpkin. They were scrubbing in particular circular motions, dunking it into clean water every now and again.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. Howdy said he got them specially ordered." Eddie was at the table sorting through some letters.
"I know it's just you at the post office, but I wish you wouldn't bring work home." Frank dumped the brownish water down the sink. They took a clean rag and patted the pumpkin dry.
"You're right, there's always tomorrow." Eddie chuckled as he packed the partially sorted mail up and slid the box under the table. He leaned back in his seat with a loud sigh. The sound of a knife splitting the gourd filled the kitchen.
Frank spoke up, "So.. Have you noticed Wally around lately?"
"I see him walkin' often. More so than usual, and very slowly, too." He drawled, waiting for Frank to share what was on their mind.
"Earlier today, he declined another invite from Julie." Frank's words dripped with growing concern. Their frown was even more pronounced than usual. Eddie could read the tension on his husband's body.
"I noticed that change in him, yes, but it's to be expected. Loss can-"
"It's our fault." They spoke harsher than expected.
Frank left the knife in the flesh of the pumpkin. The piece flopped to the side as it was let go. They leaned against the edge of the sink. Each passing second marked by the dripping faucet.
Eddie started, "Now, Frank, don't think that way. It won't help nothin'."
"No, Eddie, no. We both told Y/N to keep it an open option," Their eyes filled with tears, "And now look, they've gone! Vanished!"
Another long silence. Eddie was staring at the table. Though he wanted to remain strong for Frank he knew that he couldn't deny those feelings any longer.
Eddie spoke with emotion thick in his voice, "Wally leaves letters addressed to Y/N."
"Yeah?" Frank turned away, pain evident on their face, "And what does he say?"
"He says he wants to find a way to get these letters to 'em. I told him I'd find a way," Eddie chuckled at this, but his eyes were wet with unshed tears, "There's no impossible task for a guy like me."
They eyed Eddie's profile, "I think we could make that a reality," Frank spoke quietly.
Eddie narrowed his eyes as he sat up straighter, "How so, darling?"
"Dear, and don't be mad," Stepping away from the sink, a flicker of fear crossed Frank's face, "I was looking around the area Y/N was last seen, uh, for the void Wally keeps talking about."
"And why would you go and do something dangerous like that?" Eddie was trying his best to remain calm, he stood up from his seat and walked closer to his husband, "What if you went and got dragged down, too? Who knows what's on the other end of that thing!"
"I get it! I really, really do!"
"Is that so, Frank?" Eddie responded.
"Hear me out, please?" Frank stepped closer to Eddie, arms crossed and eyes searching.
Eddie softened as he looked into Frank's eyes, "Please be careful, that's all I'm asking of you," Eddie spoke softly as he embraced Frank.
Frank sighed, relaxing into the hug, "I think I found the hole."
"What? What do you mean?" Eddie looked down at Frank. He was holding him by his shoulders squeezing ever so slightly.
"I.. dropped a note through it not too long ago. It's right next to a field of wild pumpkins." Frank shifted on his feet.
"Was the note for Y/N?" Eddie asked. His hands rubbed along Frank's arms.
"Yes, and, well, see this is where it gets strange."
Frank stepped away from Eddie. Their bag was resting by the kitchen doorway. They picked it up and brought it over to the table where they dug around for something. Eventually Frank removed a notebook, and inside the notebook was a neatly folded note.
Frank looked at Eddie, "I got a response."
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Warnings: dark content, f!reader, degradation, humiliation, harsh language, slight violence, spitting
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thinking about bodyguard!toji. Like he is dirty and everybody knows that, you know that and he fucking knows that. You know that the fact that he’s your bodyguard is a fucking miracle, you know about his past and about the endless list of clients he’d had selling his body just because he can profit of it anyways. You tease him though, every single chance you have you tease him. You are younger, wayyy smaller and weaker than him and still you show no mercy with your sneaky remarks. And he can’t help but bite his inner cheek holding back the urge to slam you agains the wall or the couch or any available surface and put you in place. You have to be always together, he knows you are a 20 something year old who is very correct always and has an impecable public image, he knows you’ve never dated, he knows you’ve never either had sex and that you prefer not to participate in hookup culture because you’ve always have “better things to do”. He’s seen you decline people left and right, he’s seen you reduce them to nothing too, he knows you are shy, he knows you are easily embarrassed too, that’s why he keeps biting on his cheek all this time at your teasing and degrading remarks.
He’d lie if he says he doesn’t like it, rather the contrary, he loves to see how bitchy and stern you are under all that “good girl act”. To see the glimpse of sadism in your eyes every time you open that pretty mouth of yours to degrade him, to later feign a smile and turn around. Ohhh, to see you so gone because of the power you hold. He’d lie if he says he doesn’t want to ruin your almighty act, to destroy your god-complex you’ve built for yourself. You are his superior and the power dynamic between you both has him walking on thin ice but your last remark was the detonator.
“so… you’ve also been with men huhh??” Toji can simply bite his cheek because he knows that it won’t be an innocent question, he just enters your room while disregarding his jacket. It was funny the domesticity between both of you, you both grew comfortable with the idea of the each other since he literally forced his way with you reminding you always that his job is “babysitting” you. You hated him and his cocky ass, and he knew that, that’s why he kept pushing your limits too. You were like a rubber band that’s about to snap yet you still kept pushing the limits. “I’d bet you’d look so cute all submissive in all fours while being used like dirty slut” your words were harsh, and you knew that. You just wanted to make them feel as hard slaps on his face. You knew about his pride and ego and about how dominant he always tried to sound and how he treated women and any creature that crossed his path. You just wanted to belittle him enough to hurt him, to make him cry. He deserve it after all. The glint of malice in your eyes said it all, the little shy smirk on your lips. Your honeyed words were always so dangerous. You knew that everybody goes submissive when it’s about Toji so you just wanted to turn the tables, that wasn’t much to ask, right? that’s what he does the whole time after all…
“who has told you they hired me for that, princess?” he was already chewing his words with difficulty “who told you they didn’t want me to be on top??
“toji, men women you think I care? What I want to know is how pretty you look all used up and whinny, bet you enjoy it since that’s what you are good for, am I wrong? You put on that act of being a though man when in reality you are nothing else than a pathetic bitch in heat.” The words fell graciously from your lips as if you werent saying what you were muttering. In your mirror reflection he could see your smile, the elegant way you were combing your hair. the small glint of darkness in your eyes when you uttered your last sentence was what made it for him. Your eyes meeting in the mirror while you mischievous lips uttered “For what else would someone want yo-”
you just felt the wall against your check and his body on your back. Toji had you by your neck, you felt his grip crawling until it tugged harsh in your scalp while his lips brushed your left ear.. his voice calm and an octave lower made you feel uneasy, his playful tone was really warning you about what was about to come. “do you really want to see THAT bad for what I’m good for huhh? That’s why you’ve put in all that bitchy act, princess. Are you THAT needy for me?” His left hand was slowly making its way south, dragging his nails along the way through your breasts, your navel, your… His feet separating yours so he could fit better behind you. He tugged your head further so he could see your face “tell me princess, that’s what you wanted-” he couldn’t end properly the sentence since your spit interrupted him making you smile .
to be continued…
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Georgia, Georgia - Chapter 1 - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
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Pre-apocalypse!Daryl Dixon x fem!reader - Floating!AU
Summary: Highly inspired by the movie Floating that Norman Reedus was in when he was young. Y/N and Daryl are two young adults living in their hometown in Georgia. In their childhood, a lot opposed them, but now, as Y/N's life plans are put to a stop by tragedy, their lives intertwine.
A/N: Here is the first chapter! I rewatched Floating for this and it got me sad again. I guess I picture Daryl as he Norman looks in the movie since they're pretty young Daryl's like 20/21 and reader 19. But obvi you can picture him however you want. I don't mention anything particular about his looks in this chapter.
Warnings: none
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You entered the diner, the cool air saving you from the Georgian summer heat. You greeted your colleagues, walking through the kitchen, before setting your bag underneath the counter. 
“ -Oh my, is Y/N Y/L/N late?
-Hello to you too, Rachel.
-Late by ten full minutes nonetheless!” You chuckled at Rachel’s teasing
“ -I had a late start this morning. I picked up an extra shift at the bar last night.
- Ever the hard worker, Y/N.
- Well, it’s not like I have much choice.”
You’d been working full-time at the diner and had started working at the bar part-time for the last six months. You needed as much money as you could to support yourself and your father. It was still early, and the diner was fairly quiet, but when the lunch rush started you didn't have a minute to catch your breath.
" -Hello, what can I get for you today?
  -Hi Y/N,” You looked up from your notepad to be met by Mark and his friends. God, they were the last people you wanted to see right now.
“ -Hi Mark, what can I get for you guys?
  -We’ll have four cheeseburgers, two cokes, and two iced teas.
  -Sure, it’ll be ready in a minute.” You were about to leave when Mark spoke again.
“ -So, you work at the diner, uh?” You gestured around yourself, pointing out the obvious,
-Yeah, I do.
-It's been a while since we’ve seen each other, we should party sometime.
-I don't know, I’m kinda busy right now.” Mark chuckled, 
“ -Well, I don’t mean right now, of course, but someday. While we’re all here on summer vacation.” Not wanting to waste more of your time you gave Mark a small smile paired with a non-committal response.
Mark always acted like you were friends. Growing up in a small town like that, everybody knew everybody else. There was only one school, making it hard to avoid somebody you didn’t like.
You had gotten used to not seeing anybody that you knew from school, now that they’d all gone off to college, but with the summer holiday starting they were all trickling back in and you had already been confronted with all the awkward small talk and catching up. You weren’t embarrassed that you hadn’t been able to go to college, disappointed, sure. But not embarrassed. However, you knew that your old classmates didn’t see it that way. You didn’t care, you did what you had to.
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It was already well past noon when Daryl woke up. His head was hurting from the strong Georgia sun that filtered through his thin, tattered curtains. Daryl groaned as he got up to the bathroom. He took a shower and brushed his teeth, cleaning off yesterday’s sweat, dirt, and alcohol. In the living room, Merle was sprawled out on the couch, beer bottles and drugs littered the ground, the TV still on. Daryl walked past the mess and headed out.
The heat beat down on him as he rode to the diner. Luckily for him, at this time of day the diner was nearly empty. He walked in and sat at his usual booth. Looking over to the counter he saw you chatting with Rachel, when you took notice of him you shot him a quick smile, picking up the coffee pot and a mug before walking over to him.
“- Hey, Daryl” You greeted him, setting the mug down and pouring him some coffee, “The usual?
 -Ya. Please.” You nodded and walked away, calling out his order to the kitchen before resuming your chat with Rachel.
Daryl and you knew each other, in the same way, that everybody else knew everybody in this town. Despite Daryl being a year older, since he’d gotten held back you'd ended up in the same classes a couple of times in middle school and high school. However, since you didn’t have any friends in common you hadn’t ever really gotten to know each other. But now, ever since you’d started working at the bar, you’d gotten to see Daryl and his brother Merle a lot more since they were regulars. Daryl had even started coming by the diner a lot more.
“ - There you go,” You set down the plate of food in front of Daryl,
“ - Thanks, 
- How are you feeling after last night?” You quipped and Daryl blushed, embarrassed that you’d also noted his excessive drinking the night prior.
“ - Head hurts, mostly.
  - Yeah, I’m not surprised.” You chuckled, “Well, if you’re gonna go to the bar tonight try to take it easy, alright?”
Since seeing Daryl regularly in your work life, you’d gotten used to chatting with him whenever you could. He was more reserved than his brother, but you knew he could be just as reckless and brazen, having witnessed a few bar brawls that confirmed the hot temper often attributed to the brothers. Still, you quite enjoyed his presence and the little chats you shared.
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For the past year, your life could be resumed as work, eat, sleep. During the day you worked at the diner, and every other night you worked at the bar, picking up extra shifts here and there whenever you could. When you weren’t working, you relaxed at home and spent time with your dad. However, now was not the time for relaxation. You had just gotten back from the diner and were getting ready for the bar.
“ -Okay dad, I’m leaving. There’s dinner ready for you in the fridge, all you have to do is heat it up.” Your father was at the table, concentrating on his figurines, he only let out a grunt acknowledging you. 
You walked out into the evening air and got into your car, driving to the bar. Beery’s was an old run-down bar where all the town's bad apples conglomerated for alcohol, pool, football, and fights. Despite its reputation, it wasn’t the worst place to work at. Your boss was nice and if you didn’t count the catcall and unwelcome comments the clientele wasn’t that bad. A few hours into your shift, Daryl and Merle walked in, taking their usual seats at the bar.
“ -Hey beautiful, 
 -Hi, Merle. Hi Daryl," You shot a quick smile at the younger brother.
“ -When am I gonna have the chance to take you home, huh, sweetheart?
  -I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.
  -Don’t know, 'bout that. Think I’ll wear you out.”
Merle was a shameless flirt and you’d gotten used to his regular advances. You served them their drinks before resuming your work, unknowing of Daryl’s eyes following you. However, his stare did not go unnoticed by his brother who nudged him with his elbow.
“ -Ya gonna sit and stare or ya gonna take her home, brotha?” Daryl looked back down at his beer, lightly shoving Merle.
“ -Shut up.
 -If ya ain’t gonna, I will. S’all I’m saying.” Daryl scoffed,
“ -As if.”
The rest of the night passed calmly. It was past one am when you finished your shift. You got into the car, it felt good to have some peace and quiet after being in the loud bar for so long. You were exhausted and your feet were hurting from standing all day, you couldn’t wait to just get into your bed. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be so lucky, halfway home your car started letting out white smoke before abruptly stopping. Cursing, you got out of the car, looking for any visible damages. You thought about looking under the hood but considering you had no knowledge of mechanics that would be useless. That left you stranded in the middle of the road.
You contemplated your options, your father was a no-go, maybe you could call Rachel. And of course, as luck would have it your phone was dead. Fuck, you’d forgotten to charge it while you were at the bar. The only option left was for you to walk home. You just hoped you wouldn’t run into any trouble. Just as you started walking you heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching. Fuck, you thought. The motorcycle stooped.
“ -Y/N?” You stopped and turned, recognizing the voice,
“ -Daryl? Hey,
- What’re you doing?
 -My car broke down.” You gestured to your car a few feet away. “My phone’s down. I was about to walk home.
-Well you ain't afraid of anythin, huh?” You chuckled, “I can take a look if you want?
- Yeah, thanks.” Daryl set the crutch of his bike down and you walked over to your car. You popped the hood and Daryl turned on his phone’s flashlight, inspecting your car’s engine. “Yeah, your engine’s overheated.
-Is there anything we can do?
-I mean I could fix it. But I don’t suppose you have a tool kit with ya, d’ya?
-Yeah, no.” You both stood there staring at your failing engine. Daryl was wringing his hands.
“ -I could give you a ride back. Come back tomorrow and fix it." Daryl looked at you, your eyes burning into his he found himself fumbling. "Or you know you could call someone from m’phone.” He rushed out, scratching at the back of his head.
“ -A ride would be great. Thanks, Daryl, but you don’t have to fix it. I could just call a mechanic.
  -Don’t, you’d be wasting money. I’ll do it. S’no problem.
  -Well, okay then. Thanks a lot, Daryl.” Daryl nodded, closing the hood of your car. You locked it back up and walked over to his bike.
“ -So, no helmet, huh? Isn’t that dangerous?” you quipped, and Daryl snorted.
“ -There ain’t much to protect in there” he joked knocking on his head,
“ -Bullshit. Who’s gonna fix my car if you get your brain mushed in an accident?” You got on the bike. Wrapping your arms around Daryl's sturdy frame. And Daryl was glad you couldn't see the red that rushed to his cheeks.
“ -Y’good?
  - Yeah.
  - Hang tight.”
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The bike died down in front of your house, your tight grip around Daryl loosening as you climbed off the bike.
“ -Thanks a lot Daryl, you really saved me.
 -S’nothing.” Daryl shrugged, looking down at his hands. “Listen, I-I could pick you up. Tomorrow. Ride to the car fix it, y’could drive it home.
 -Yeah, that’d be great. I finish at five if that’s good with you?
 -Ya. S'good.
-Alright. Have a good night, Daryl. Drive safe!”
You walked back into your house, Daryl watching you. It’s only once you got in and the door closed behind you that he drove off.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Don't hesitate to let me know what you think! Any feedback is appreciated!
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Percy: Grover!! Did you know Annabeth isn't a virgin?
Grover: Yeah, she told me about it. And then told me not to tell you because she thought you'd get weird about it. Like how you are now.
Percy: Oh, come on. I don't care that she hooked up with someone before we started dating. I might've cared if it was Clarisse, but like, whatever. What I care about it is that we are no longer on equal footing. I thought it was gonna be weird and awkward for both of us, but, like, who cares! Neither one of us knows what we're doing so it's fine!
Percy: But she does! And I don't. And what if I do it wrong and she decides that she'd rather date that girl from the Aphrodite cabin. I'm pretty sure I'm the only guy she's ever been attracted to, Grover! I'm already on thin ice!
Grover: No, I'm pretty sure she was into Luke too.
Percy: Everybody was into Luke! He surpassed sexuality!
Grover: Yeah, good point. He was pretty hot.
Percy: He was super fucking hot! But that's not the point. The point is I'm gonna suck and she's gonna know I suck and then we're gonna break up and I'm gonna die alone at the bottom of the Hudson River, choking on water pollution.
Grover:
Grover: That's grim, man.
Percy: Yeah, I know. I think I might go to Sargasso instead. Get some sun.
Grover: Yeah... Or, you know, you could just. Not die at the bottom of any body of water and just. Have sex with your girlfriend. Sex is weird for everybody. First times, even among non-virgins, aren't always amazing. You gotta learn someone else's body, you know? It's not the same from one to one.
Percy: You've had sex with other people that aren't Juniper?
Grover: No, I'm just not stupid.
Grover: Look, Percy, why don't we just fuck then? It won't matter if it's weird because I'm not going anywhere and you're not going anywhere, and also my patron god was also a god of fertility and ran around with his dick out all the time so I think that'll help.
Percy: Oh wow. Sucks, we didn't get to meet him in his prime.
Grover: Yeah, I know. But also Juniper already told me she thought we lost our virginities to each other because of how close we are, so why the hell not?
Percy: I just don't think Annabeth would like me having sex with someone else. And I think she'd slap me if I asked.
Grover: Actually, her text before you came running over said "hey tineater SB freaked calm him down plz do whatever" aaaaand she just responded with "I thought you guys hooked up once already before legit cannot believe you haven't don't break his dick I still need it okay love you have fun".
Percy:
Percy: Why do both of our girlfriends think we've fooled around with each other?
Grover: I think it's because you smell my hair when I make you hold me.
Percy: That's just best friend shit!
Grover: I know! They need better besties.
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The reason why I think this was so effective
I finally got to this episode in my rewatch, and I posted some of my thoughts, but I feel like I still have so much to say.
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So... this comes after Law's backstory. It's not too long after it, so it's still fresh in our minds, but it has been long enough to build some anticipation. The reason why this is important is because Law's backstory had so many similarities with Robin's. On a personal note, these were the only two backstories that had me sobbing both in the manga and the anime. But anyway... because their backstories were so similar, I think it built this anticipation for the readers (me lol). When would Law and Robin see each other again? Would they ever talk about their pasts? Would they ever talk about the void century/will of D? I doubt I was the only one waiting for something in that time between his backstory and this, and Oda waited just long enough to make this feel very rewarding.
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The other reason why I feel like this was so satisfying was because of the build up to this moment. After Law's backstory, I started thinking back to ALL of their interactions, and there's a clear trajectory there. In Sabaody, their first time meeting was more on the hostile side. Robin was warning Luffy about Law being a pirate, and her expression was not the most jovial. It's understandable because Robin was still fresh out of Enies Lobby, and Thriller Bark had not been a walk in the park necessarily. Robin still had her walls up high at this point in the story. It's like she trusted the straw hats, but everybody else was still on thin ice.
Fast forward to Punk Hazard when they meet again. At this point, the straw hats have been separated for two years, and Robin spent that time with the revolutionaries. The reason why I feel that's important is because there was clearly growth while she was with the revolutionaries. Remember that Robin also did not trust the revolutionaries at first. I think her time with them was good for her to find a balance between being cautious of others while also being more trusting of people outside of the straw hats. We can see this because she is not as closed to the idea of having Law around like she was back in Sabaody. She warns Luffy about pirate alliances because she is still cautious, so she probably feels that it's just the right thing to do, but her approach is not as icy as it was back in Sabaody. Her time with the revolutionaries was also good because she kept herself informed. She knew that Law had become a Warlord, so she was probably kind of curious about him as well. If I had to sum it up, I would say that in Punk Hazard she was cautious but open to the idea of having Law around.
On their way to Greenbit, Robin was still cautious, but I think she was also intrigued because their dynamic there was so good. In her mind, she must have been like... Wow. I can talk on a certain level with this guy. We sure seem to see eye to eye on a lot of things. But... still cautious because she does question him about the Navy. When her and Usopp are caught by the Tontatta, she does show concern for keeping her agreement with Law to stay in contact. When she does find a way to talk to him, and she hears Sanji tell him that they've been duped, she probably figured that Law was not going to betray them. He also tells her that he wants them to get out of there, and he shows concern, so she even wishes him luck with Doflamingo and Fujitora before parting ways again. At this point, I think she became more accepting of Law.
Then, Robin finds out all about Doflamingo's evil plots, and she wants him destroyed. She helps Luffy and Law get to the keys to Law's handcuffs, telling them to go ahead while she helps Bartolomeo and Cavendish fight Gladius. Gone is the skepticism from Punk Hazard and Greenbit. She doesn't find out about Law's backstory, but at some point, she must've figured out that his beef with Doflamingo meant a lot to him because of how evil Doflamingo had been to the people of Dressrosa. She probably deduced that something major must have happened between them and that Doflamingo was the bad guy. Not Law. She probably confirmed this when she saw him all injured in Luffy's arm because the lengths that this man went through to beat Doflamingo...
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So when this moment happens, it feels like the right way to bring them together after seeing all the similarities in their backstories (the fact that they're both sole survivors about to die together gets me in my feelings), and it feels like the proper culmination to all that build up in their relationship. Robin has gone from hostile to cautious, then to accepting, and finally to caring for this dude enough to die with him. Robin overall has grown to be a very caring person, but with characters like Rebecca, that is easier to do. With characters like Law, she probably needed that progression. I do say that this feels like a culmination, even though Law and Robin were not done interacting after this, because Law would have to recalibrate after Dressrosa and find a new purpose.
When Law eventually finds a new purpose, it just so happens to align with Robin's. In a way, it feels like the similarities in their backstories and their past interactions were building up to this moment in the flower field, whereas what we are seeing between them now is building up towards a common goal in the future. I just think their whole progression is very lovely. They may not have a lot of panel time together, but I think with them it's more about the quality of those moments rather than the quantity.
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i would like to know how alpha leon's interactions with the rat fam go after he's forced his way into matthew's room and they realize why he did that 🥰
It's 9 AM in Florida, and Leon doesn't know what he's doing.
Or—
Here is what happened:
Leon woke up at 8 AM to a missed call, one he half-remembered dismissing in his sleep. It wasn't the first time someone has called him from the wrong time zone, but the first time that it was Matthew. There was a voicemail. He listened to the voicemail. Then he listened to it again. A third time. The fourth time he heard Matthew say I want you all the fucking time in a tired, cracked voice, he stopped listening and started pulling up flights on his phone. He bought plane tickets at an extortionate price. He took the three flights that would get him to Florida fastest—Köln to Frankfurt, Frankfurt to New York, New York to Fort Lauderdale. He made it to baggage claim before realizing he didn't actually know where Matthew's house was. He texted Matthew. After fifteen minutes with no response, he found Brady Tkachuk's Twitter and Instagram and sent messages in both places while crossing his fingers. After giving more of an explanation than he wanted, but less than he expected, he got an address to put into Uber.
By the time the car pulled up in front of Matthew's place, all he could think about was the clip he'd watched ten times of Matthew stumbling around the ice; about how it'd been six months since he'd had Matthew's skin under his hands; about how Matthew said he wanted him. How maybe this time Matthew would mean it.
Leon really, really hoped he meant it.
He wasn't thinking about Matthew's parents, staring at him with obvious bewilderment as he tried to come up with a reason for being there that wasn't being in love with their eldest son. Or Matthew's sister, poking her head around a corner and watching him with a suspicious expression that was bizarrely scary in the way that only teenage girls could be. Or even Brady, pulling him into a quick hug and muttering in his ear, "It's fine. I got this. Go upstairs. First door on the left."
Then he managed to make it upstairs, and his entire world narrowed to Matthew, too skinny and too pale and fast asleep and everything, everything. It had hit him like a fist to the chest, how fucking important it was to be here. To know that Matthew would be okay. To touch the thin skin of his wrist. To breathe in his scent until it was all Leon knew.
Now, it's morning again. Matthew fell back asleep after they talked, drifting off halfway through a sentence. His head is resting against Leon's; when Leon closes his eyes, he can hear the whistle of his breathing, almost but not quite a snore. If Leon could, he'd never get up.
However, Leon really needs to take a piss. And shower. And drink half a gallon of coffee.
And say something to everybody else that's in the house, who are almost certainly wondering what the hell he's doing here.
Leon's no coward. Still, he takes his time pulling himself out of bed, lingering when Matthew murmurs and pulls on his arm. Takes his time in the master bath, too, cleaning the plane off of him and assessing himself in the mirror. At least his hair isn't greasy, but the bags under his eyes and lingering skinniness still don't add up to the kind of impression he'd like to give to the parents of someone he wanted to court.
Especially not when those parents include an NHL legend.
In a stroke of luck, said legend is not in the kitchen when Leon finally makes it downstairs. The only person there is Matthew’s mother, sitting at the kitchen island, sipping a cup of coffee as she looks at her phone. As soon as Leon crosses the threshold, she glances up and smiles. It’s mostly friendly. Mostly.
“You must be Leon,” she says, setting down her phone. “Would you like some coffee?”
Leon blinks, startled. “Um—yes,” he says. Adds, quickly, “Thank you, Mrs. Tkachuk.”
Matthew’s mom stands up and walks over to a cabinet by the coffee maker. “Please. Call me Chantal,” she adds as she grabs another coffee cup. “Cream? Sugar?”
“Ah—no,” Leon says, watching her pour and accepting the cup with numb fingers. "Thank you."
They both sit down, leaving a few barstools between them. Leon takes a sip of coffee. It’s too acidic. He sets it down, breathes in the fumes. Catches a whiff of Matthew—it is his house, after all—but what's stronger is the scent of lilacs, coming from only a few meters away.
Leon turns his head. Chantal has her chin propped on her hand, a focused, serious expression on her face as she looks Leon over. Leon can't help feeling he’s being tested for something, and he’s not sure he's going to pass.
"So," Chantal says. "How long have you known Matthew?"
Technically, Leon has known Matthew—known of him—for years. Hard not to notice the new omega on the Flames, early draft pick and unusually high for his dynamic—North Americans are so weird about that shit—grinning with all his teeth bared, watching Leon like it was only a matter of time before he'd find a way to tick Leon off. Unafraid to throw his weight around, unafraid to be flashy, unafraid to get in Leon's face and push, push, push until all Leon wanted to do was push back. So fucking annoying, so fucking irritating, but—it was good, too. At least Matthew would push.
And then in St. Louis, Leon had walked back into the room and sucked in a breath and his world got tilted on its axis.
That's probably not the answer Matthew's mom would want. So Leon says, "A few years," and hopes he sounds truthful enough.
"Mmm." Chantal's scent twists, becoming more intense. The lilacs are rotting.
Leon can't even remember the last time he felt this nervous. First game in the show, maybe. He can't shake the feeling that he's fucking something up, and he doesn’t—he can’t fuck this up. Not when he finally has it.
"I'm going to court him," Leon blurts out. "Or, I mean—I asked him, if he wanted to, and he said he, um." His ears are burning.
Chantal's eyebrows lift. The rot dissipates. "Oh," she says.
Leon swallows, hard. Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have said that, either. "Please don't tell him that I told you," he adds.
Chantal laughs. It startles Leon, making him jump in his seat, but it’s not unkind, or cruel. When she smiles at Leon, Leon can see the similarities between her and Matthew. The same wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, the same tilt to their mouths.
"Don't worry," Chantal says. "It can be our secret." She takes a sip of coffee, then says, "You must be starving after your flights. Let's get you some breakfast."
Leon nods, unable to get any more words out.
After he’s eaten, Chantal refills his coffee and sends him back upstairs. Now that he’s more awake, Leon can pick out the other scents in the house—Chantal; a mild malty scent he remembers from drinks at last All-Star Game; another that might be Matthew’s sister, curled up on the sectional looking at her phone. At some point, he really is going to have to talk to Matthew’s dad; more to the point, Matthew’s dad is going to know exactly who Leon wants to be for his son. He can't say he's looking forward to it.
But when he gets upstairs, Matthew’s still there, fast asleep. His mouth is half open, hair sweaty and stuck to his skull. When Leon eases onto the bed next to him, he murmurs, rolling closer, then wincing and rolling away.
"Hey, hey," Leon says softly, reaching out and grabbing Matthew’s hand, rubbing his thumb over Matthew’s knuckles.
Matthew’s face eases. He sighs. Scent uncurls between them, sticky and gentle and warm.
Leon leans over, kisses Matthew's hairline. The way he’s allowed to, now. He'd sit through a hundred awkward conversations with Matthew's family if it means he'll get to do that today, tomorrow. As long as he can.
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