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[alohastyles-x]

Hi! I had a request for your cruel summer event if you don’t mind :)

Kate Bishop x fem!Reader, Wildest Dreams (like, all of it?), fluff/smut

Totally fine if you don’t want to!

“She said “let’s get out of this town, drive out from the city, away from the crowds” | “She’s so tall and handsome as hell, she’s so bad but she does it so well” | “You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memorie Follow you around | “Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just pretend”

note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. "totally fine if you don't want to", nonnie how could i NOT?! I also was unaware how popular kate is for fics on here rn, so I will be hyperfixating hard thank youuuuu. Clearly I am using your ask nonnie to manifest tf out of some romance in my life that I am so lacking hahahah. anyways, I hope you enjoy bby! <3

wordcount: 1.7k

trope / pairing: kate bishop x Fem Reader , fluff&smut

warnings: smutty smut smut at the end, but like a sweet smut (still 18+ tho)

Materslist | Marvel Masterlist | Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Masterlist |

The full moon hung low in the sky, cascading the entire highway in a bath of moonlight. The sight was breathtaking, and Kate couldn’t decide which view she liked more- you sitting in the passenger seat, or the illuminated landscape before you two. 

It had been her idea to leave the city in the dead of night and take a drive until you found a secluded spot for just the two of you. It had come to her when she saw you leaning on the balcony talking to Clint, overlooking the city. The sun was setting, casting a glow around you. You were so pretty, she knew she had to get you by yourself. 

You were still in your attire from the charity event earlier, Kate in her sleek black suit, and you in your matching black dress. It was Kate’s favorite dress on you, as it hugged your curves in all her favorite ways. The two of you were still thriving off the energy of the charity event, unable to sleep, which is how the two of you ended up in Kate's car. 

You instantly agreed, knowing damn well you’d follow her anywhere she wanted to go- especially in that suit. The way the dark material softened her pale skin made her look incredible. A sight before your eyes. 

“Where are we even going?” You asked, a giggle following. If you knew Kate at all, you knew she had a plan. It may have been a loose one, but a plan none-the-less.

“Okay, so I remember seeing this cute little dinner a few towns over on my way back from the last mission, and I just knew I had to take you. So that’s what we're doing, were finding the diner.” Kate responded, looking to you hopeful. You stared at her, before busting out in laughter. 

“Kate! It is the middle of the night!”

“It’s open 24 hours!” Kate defended herself, laughing with you. 

“Do you remember anything else besides it being a ‘couple towns over’?” 

“I remember it was pink and blue, like a ‘50’s themed diner, and that its open 24 hours. That is about it,” Kate responded. 

“Alright, mission received, Hawkeye.” You saluted her, and turned your attention to the deserted highway. 

There was nothing but trees in either direction, making it difficult to see far off in the distance. That didn’t stop you from trying though. The nearest exit was still five miles away, so you waited patiently for the signs showing local food spots off the exit, while trying to peer through the dark woods blanketing the highway. 

Finally, a sign appeared, illuminated under some lights. 

MCDONALDS 0.2 mi 

DANS DINER o.3 mi 

“Oh, look! There’s a dinner off this exit, should we try it?” You said, hopeful. 

“Yeah, yeah lets do it!” 

As the exit approached, Kate veered off, following the sign until the Diner appeared. It was decorated in browns and gold-  clearly decorated by a man without a single interior design bone in his body. Kate grimaced as she looked it over.  The parking lot was dark, with only a single, flickering street light on the property. The diner was empty, save for the cook who stared menacingly out the windows. You swallowed a gulp, afraid he’d hear it even through the glass. 

“Definitely not this one,” she said, turning the car around. 

“Oh, thank god,” you whispered. The diner did not look the friendliest, or the cleanest for that matter. 

“There’s definitely at least one family of roaches in there,” you said, earning a laugh from Kate. 

“Oh at least, but definitely more.”

The two of you drove for another hour, pulling off at any diner you spotted. None of them were even remotely close, all decorated horribly and didn’t look the least bit appealing. The search was becoming exhausting, and you were starving by this point. You were just about to ask Kate if you could turn back, maybe stop somewhere else, but she suddenly slammed on the breaks. 

“Kate! What are you doing, you’re in the middle of the road, you can’t just stop like this!” You yelled, frantically looking behind you to make sure no cars were coming.

“I found it!” She squealed, pointing. Just ahead stood a tall sign, lit with neon that read “Callie’s Diner”. Below, sat a quaint little dinner, brightly lit with multiple guests eating there. 

“Oh my god we found it!” You smiled. Your stomach rumbled just then, as if echoing your statement. With that, Kate began driving again, veering off at the exit. 

She parked the car in the lot, and the two of you got out. It was just how Kate described it, like a time capsule from the 50’s. The booths were light blue and pink, matching the painted walls. Bright green plants sat in the corners, giving the place a lively feel to it. There was one waitress, who moved around on roller skates between the kitchen and the booths. 

“Woah, this is so cool!” You said, as the two of you settled into an empty booth. 

“Isn’t it? I knew you’d love it.” Seeing Kate enthusiastic about something she wanted to show you warmed your heart. The simple fact that she saw a place and instantly thought of you was enough to reassure any fears you may have had. 

Kate was definitely the greatest thing to ever happen to you, and the feeling was mutual. She loved the way you could light up a room with just your smile, how contagious your laugh was. The way you drummed your fingers against any surface near you when you were bored. She loved every little thing about you, and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with you. 

The two of you ordered food and some milkshakes, and scarfed everything down in what should have been a record time. Driving and searching really exasperated the two of you. But no matter how tired or starving the two of you were, you couldn’t help but have fun, just enjoying being in each others company. Kate had stuck her finger in the whip cream of the milkshake, before bopping you on the nose, leaving remnants of whip cream on it. You scoffed, mocking offense, before attempting to do the same thing back. It just ended with Kate getting whip cream in her hair and on her suit- which just led to her laughing even harder. 

Kate paid, and tipped the waitress, and the two of you walked back out to the car. It was still dark out, the kind of dark that is seemingly the darkest, just before the sun begins to rise. The parking lot was flooded in light from the street lamp, creating a perfect little haven out in the car. By now, the rest of the lot was empty, save for the employee cars on the side. 

“What now?” You asked Kate. 

“I have an idea,” Kate smiled sheepishly, before jumping in the backseat. You giggled, knowing exactly where her mind went. The two of you hadn’t had alone time in weeks, since Kate got sent on an extended mission across the country, 

Kate folded the seats down with some effort, as the left one always loves to get stuck, and brought you close in her arms. Her soft lips found yours with urgency as she let her hands run all over your body. Your hands made your way into her hair, tugging ever so slightly as she deepened the kiss. A moan reverberated through your body as her tongue danced with yours. 

Her hand slipped the straps of your dress off, moving to take it all the way off. A breath hitched in her throat at the lacy garments you wore underneath, anticipating this moment from the moment you got dressed earlier. 

“So beautiful,” she whispered, moving to kiss down your neck, and then your chest. Another moan escaped you as you rolled your head back, her teeth nipping gently at your skin. You moved to straddle her lap, while taking her jacket off. 

The two of you undressed each other fairly quickly,  not wanting to waste a single second. As she tugged your lacy silk underwear to the side, she slipped a finger in between the folds of you, your wet slick coating your fingers. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Kate praised, as she began to rub you gently. The feeling was euphoric as she  worked around your clit, her fingers finding their way inside you. You shuddered out a gasp as she pushed another finger inside. 

“Oh god,” you moaned. 

“You feel so good,” Kate moaned back, her breath hot against your own. She pushed you down gently, moving slowly as she made her way down your chest, leaving a trail of soft kisses. Her mouth was soft against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. A blush crept up on your cheeks. No matter how many times she had seen you like this, you were always nervous. 

Sensing your nervousness, she gave your hand a squeeze, before dipping her head between your thighs. The sight itself was almost enough to send you over the edge, as she looked up at you. Her tongue worked its way around your heat, as she lapped you up- the taste of you exquisite against her tongue. 

“Oh, god Kate, that feels amazing,” you whispered, reaching out to try and grab anything to cling to. Of course, there was nothing in her car aside from supplies from past missions, so you reached down to grab her hair instead, pulling her even closer to you. She moaned against you, glancing up to see your reaction. 

“Fuck, Kate, I’m going to -” You couldn’t finish, as the familiar euphoric feeling rushed over you, your body spasming underneath the grip Ktae had on your waist. She held you down firmly, determined to let you ride your high all the way, until you were left panting and numb on her face. 

 She grinned as she moved to be above you, kissing you passionately. 

“Come back to me, baby,” she whispered, her palm resting softly on your cheek. You leaned into her touch, trying your hardest to smile. Exhaustion overcame you as you laid helplessly beneath her. She grinned, leaning down to kiss your lips once more before putting her shirt back on. 

“We will definitely be finishing this in the morning after a good night's sleep,” she said, finding your dress. She helped slip it over your shoulders, and down your body, the ghost of her fingertips sending shivers down your spine. 

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I Can See You

"And I could see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission..."

Summary: You and Bucky don't see eye to eye, everyone knows that. They don't know that you and Bucky once knew each other under very different names. And they most certainly don't know that when he looks at you, he can still every stolen moment, his jacket on the floor, notes saying meet him at midnight, you up against the wall with him. No, they don't see that at all. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist | Anon's 1K Celebration

"I already told you, I'm only doing this because I owe you."

Six months - that was your promise.

Six months of your time and best efforts.

"And as a part of this favor, you promised to keep an open mind."

And an open mind, you begrudgingly recall. You promised you would keep an open mind about making this a more permanent placement.

Nick Fury was sure that you'd find a home here in the Avengers Compound.

You were fairly certain that you wouldn't - but you weren't going to tell him that.

You hated owing people. Nick Fury even more so. You could bide your time for six months to pay your debt to him. He didn't need to know you had no intention of becoming an Avenger. "Whatever you have to tell yourself, Nick."

"That doesn't sound like an open mind," he admonishes.

You smirk, enjoying the frantic hustle and bustle of the Avengers Compound with your duffle bag slung over your shoulder, "You know that I don't do well in teams. I don't play fair, Nick."

"Never heard that one before."

"But I bet you believe me, don't you?" you retort.

"Open mind."

You roll your eyes, waving him off, "Yeah, yeah, when exactly do I get to meet these self righteous assholes?"

"How does now sound?"

"Like my worst nightmare," you mutter under your breath.

If he heard you, he doesn't let it show. Nick flings the door to the conference room open, revealing two men standing beside each other poring over a case file.

It's not their impressive statures that catch your attention. In fact, the blonde one hardly catches your eye at all.

And if you weren't highly trained and disciplined, a gasp would've lodged itself in your throat at the sight of the brunette you never thought you'd see again.

"Ah, Nick told us we might be meeting you today." The sandy haired super soldier extends his hand out to you. It doesn't escape your attention that the brunette snaps the file shut the moment he sees you. "I'm Steve, Steve Rogers."

You return the gesture, still barely paying attention to the man. Your eyes flicker to Bucky. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was entirely unfazed by your sudden reappearance.

You're thankful you do know better. You know so much better. 

Bucky's eyes meet yours for a split second, they narrow slightly. It tells you everything that you need to know. You've caught him off guard.

Steve takes Bucky's silence as his cue to interject. He clears his throat, gesturing to his friend, "And this is Bucky Barnes. He's a, well, he's a man of few words."

Apparently, that hadn't changed since you knew him under an entirely different name.

"It's nice to meet you," you say to Steve. Your eyes flicker back to Bucky. His jaw ticks as a wide grin pulls at the corners of your mouth. He's worried that you'll give away his dirty little secret. Your eyes flash over to him, a mischievous gleam that Bucky doesn't miss, "The both of you."

Steve smiles at the change in your demeanor, "Nick filled me in about your little deal. Exactly how long is this trial run going to run?"

"Six months," you confidently reply, unabashedly staring at Bucky. "I'll be out of your hair in six months."

"But we're keeping an open mind, aren't we?" Nick urges you again.

You playfully roll your eyes, a beaming grin on your face, "Of course, Nick. You know, I don't know why, but suddenly, I get the sense that these next six months are going to be a hell of a lot of fun."

"That's an interesting take," Steve lilts.

"She's your problem now," Nick quips.

"Me? A problem?" you gasp in mock offense. You turn to Bucky, who's still yet to say a word. "Do I look like a problem, Bucky?"

Bucky's eyes narrow again. The muscle in his jaw ticks yet again. You swear you can almost hear the sound of his teeth grinding. It's almost enough to make you laugh.

The silence is palpable as Bucky glares at you. Steve nervously laughs, taking a step closer to you. He gestures to your duffle bag, "How about I show you were you can put your stuff down? We'll give you a chance to settle in and you'll meet the rest of the team first thing in the morning."

"Sounds like a plan, Captain."

"Just Steve is fine."

"See?" You call over your shoulder to Nick. "I'm already having so much fun."

You're not surprised that he came to find you minutes later. If you're right, he waited just long enough to make sure he wasn't being obvious. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to feel his lurking gaze far before you see him. "I can see you."

"Why did you lie?" Bucky furiously demands, standing in the doorway of your new bedroom.

You grin to yourself, still turned away from Bucky. "Nice to see you again, Soldat."

"Bucky," he firmly states, his hands curling into tight fists. "My name is Bucky."

"If I recall correctly, you liked when I called you Soldat." You turn on your heel, taking several steps toward Bucky. He knows he should stop you. He knows he should stay as far away from you as possible, as far away from your bedroom as possible. And yet, there's a side of him that wants nothing more than to feel you close to him all over again. He doesn't stop you. He doesn't push you away. Not even when you're close enough to touch him. "Or did it sound better when I whispered it in your ear?" You lean in, your voice dropping to a soft whisper in his ear, "My Soldat."

He does his very best to suppress the shudder that rolls through his entire body. It takes him a beat longer than it should to regain his senses and take a step away from you. He demands again, "Why did you lie?"

You chuckle, finally stepping away and allowing him his space, "Would you prefer I tell your team mates about your history of getting a little too close to your enemies?"

"What makes you think that they don't know?" Bucky challenges. 

You languidly shrug, "We'll call it a hunch."

"I'm not that person anymore." Bucky takes an angry step forward, desperate to convince you that he's a changed man. "I don't keep secrets anymore."

"So tell them," you offer. "What do I care?"

"You cared enough to lie," Bucky shoots back.

"If you want to let your team know that we used to fu-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. I'm not that person anymore," he repeats himself. This time, he's not sure who he's trying to convince.

"Then we shouldn't have any problems, should we?" you rhetorically ask.

His eyes narrow, his gaze sharp and ready to kill, "What are you up to?"

"Me?" You gesture to yourself, resting your hand on your chest. "I'm not up to anything. Come on, Soldat, don't you trust me?"

"No, I don't because I know you, and you're always up to something," he bitterly accuses. "You've always got an angle."

"I assume you're talking about that day."

"You sold me out."

"You'll never see, will you?" You roll your eyes at him, waving him off, "I'm simply doing the favor that was asked of me."

"Six months?"

"Six months. And no one will ever have to know. Unless, of course, you can't help yourself."

He scoffs, "That won't be a problem."

"History has a tendency to repeat itself, Bucky," you state, putting an extra emphasis on his name.

"Not this time. Here's how this is going to go." He reaches out, snatching your wrist. His grip is tight enough to force you to pay attention, but not enough to actually hurt. "I'll stay away from you, and you're going to stay away from me. Got it? Let's just - let's keep this professional."

A grin spreads across your face. Your eyes flicker down to the burning grip on your wrist. You like that, even now, even after all these years, you still have an effect on the man you once called yours. "Don't worry, Bucky. I'm as reformed as you are."

That's exactly what worried him.

The months passed as quietly as Bucky could ever bring himself to hope.

Still, you never quite let it rest, never let him rest.

You always had a way of letting him know that you could see him. You could see how he was struggling to contain himself, struggling to suppress every flashback, struggling to simply keep his eyes off of you, struggling to contain all the feelings that he denied he felt for you.

He wondered if you knew that you kept him up all hours of the night. There were so many nights he spent sleep evaded, wondering what would happen if he just knocked on your door. Would you be up waiting for him? Would you smirk that smirk? The one he'd come to love and hate all at once. The one that was haunting him. The one he saw every time he close his eyes.

It wasn't just at night. It was every night. Every day. Every waking moment that you danced somewhere on the outskirts of his awareness. Every time you brushed past him in the hallway. You had to know you were driving him to the brink of madness. 

Sometimes, you barely acknowledged him. Sometimes, you gave him that infuriating smirk. Every single time, he saw it. Every single time, he saw you.

That part of his life was, for lack of a better word, scrambled. And still, he could never forget your touch. That part was crystal clear.

And he couldn't decide whether he loved or hated the fact that it might just be you doing that to him.

It ate at him.

It was a special gift you possessed, he had to admit. You could make him see whatever you wanted him to see, the power to ensnare his senses. The good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly. You had the power to do it, to make him see whatever you wanted him to. He told himself that's what it was. It wasn't remembering a long lost love, it was you messing with his head all over again. 

He'd see flashes of the time you spent together once upon a time. His jacket on the floor. Up against the wall with you. Those old, crumpled notes telling him to meet you at midnight. He remembers every second of it. 

But most of all, you. He remembers every whispered sweet nothing. He remembers the anticipation he felt every time he saw you. And he remembers your touch. Your lips on his, trailing down his jawline. Your fingers running over the planes of his chest.

Deep down, he knew it wasn't your powers. It was you. There was no forgetting a touch like that. No forgetting a person like you.

It just another way you tormented him. So few ever escaped the Winter Soldier. Even fewer lived to tell the tale.

Not you. You not only lived to tell the tale, you taunted him with it. After that very first night, where he was, you were. He was never quite sure if it was glorious happenstance or your own doing.

Your very first encounter, you caught him totally off guard - something previously thought impossible. He didn't see you. He didn't hear you coming. He didn't feel you slip past him to reach your target before he ever could. All he remembered was hearing footsteps in the dark street. He knows for a fact you could've disappeared into the night without him ever knowing. He whirled around, searching for the culprit. He saw nothing, no one. 

It should've been quick, an easy kill. Instead, it was the first time he ever failed.

To this day, he swears that he heard your whispered laugh when he realized his target was gone, vanished into the night.

You showed yourself the second time. He was more prepared that time. Not ready for it, but more prepared. The first time his vision failed him, he sprayed the room with bullets.

"Uh, uh," you condescendingly tutted, allowing him to see you standing before him. "Can't get rid of me that easily, Soldat."

He saw you standing before him for a short moment, just enough to memorize your face. And then he lost all sight. You stroked his cheek, he remembers that. It was the first time you ever touched him. It was the most tender touch he'd felt in decades.

When he regained his senses, you were gone. Along with his target. 

The third time, he caught you - or you allowed him to catch you. He wasn't quite sure.

"Who are you?" he demanded, pinning you against the wall.

"Poor, Soldat," you cooed at him. It confused him. There was no fear in your voice. For some reason, he knew that if he released your arms from his iron grip, you wouldn't punch, scratch, or claw at him. You wouldn't fight back. You'd taunt him with your touch all over again. And for a reason that was more unknown to him, he really wanted you to. "They truly tell you nothing."

His sight was gone, but this time, he refused to let go. He gripped your wrists hard enough to leave bruises, pinning them over your head, "Let me see you."

"Say please." There it was that taunt that he knew would come. There was a lilt to your voice he'd never forget. In that moment he knew, he was powerless against you and your whims.

"Let me see you. Now."  He grips you even tighter. For a long moment, he still saw nothing. All he could feel was your body pinned against the wall, pinned against him. He softly exhales, his breath dusting over your lips, "Please."

He thought he memorized your face the first time you allowed him to see you, but he was wrong. There was so much he missed. He missed the slope of your nose. How soft and plush your lips looked. The mischievousness shining in your brilliant eyes.

He studied your face again. Over and over. Forcing himself to commit every detail to memory. Your smirk melted into the warmest smile he'd ever seen you wear.

You lean into him, as close as his grip will allow you to. So close that your lips linger a breath away from his. For a moment, he thinks you're going to kiss him. Instead, you speak softly, your breath skating across his lips, "I like you, Soldat. We're going to have fun."

His heart still stuttered. At the time, he didn't know what you meant.

He learned quickly after that.

It was the definition of a whirlwind romance - or as close to a romance as two assassins could possibly get. Long nights spent beside you. Jet setting across the globe for missions, just waiting with bated breath in the hopes that you'd be there. You never talked about what it meant, what you felt, all you had were those nights. Somewhere in those nights, he stopped being Soldat, and he started being your Soldat. 

So was it you? Were you the reason he could still see it?

Or was it him? Was it the fact that he could never really let those nights go?

He was a different person than the one you knew all those years ago. He was on the straight and narrow. He stayed out of trouble. You were the epitome of trouble. You sold him out the moment it was convenient for you. So why can't he let you go?

You caught him off guard when you showed up here. He was determined to make sure that didn't happen again. He just needed to be on his best behavior.

He knows you've been watching him - but he can see you, too.

You make a point to brush past him in the hallway on the way to the conference room. He thinks you can't see it, but you've been watching him closely.

You can see the waver of his Adam's apple, the way his eyes dart in your direction when you pass him, the way his jaw ticks shut as if he were doing his very best to contain himself.

Your days here on the Compound were dwindling down to your last few weeks. He still couldn't figure out why he couldn't let you go.

Even as he sits across the conference room table, you overwhelm each and every one of his senses. You pretend like you don't see him taking the seat directly across from you. Instead, you lean closer into Sam.

Sam grins at you. "So you can show me anything?"

"Anything," you promise, driving Bucky mad by using that torturous smirk on Sam. 

Bucky's not sure what Sam sees. It could be anything. A powder white beach on some far off coast. A meadow filled with fragrant, vibrant flowers dancing in the daylight. You could make him feel like he was plummeting to his death. You could make him feel loved for the first time in his life. You could let him know a betrayal like no other. 

He shakes away the runaway train of thought, focusing on the far off look in Sam's eye and the look of wonderment painting his face, "Whoa..."

"Bucky," Sam calls, his voice filled with laughter as you use your gift like a party trick. "Come try this! She's like a human VR."

"As tempting as that is," Bucky sarcastically remarks, crossing his arms over his chest, "I'd like to get this meeting over with."

"Alright, team," Tony calls out, beginning their latest team meeting. "Fury added another assignment to our docket. Black tie, intercepting a black market intel deal. You get in, you get out. Should be easy enough."

"Whatever you say," Bucky mutters under his breath.

"Barnes," Tony smirks. "I'm so glad you agree. You're up."

"What? Why?" Bucky demands. 

Tony nonchalantly shrugs, "Because I said so."

"Asshole," Bucky grumbles.

Tony's eyes flicker over to you next. In that moment, Bucky freezes. There's no way Tony know about the two of you, but it certainly feels like Tony's doing this just to punish him. "And you can take the human VR with you."

"No," Bucky sharply refutes, gripping the table so tightly he's sure Tony will have to get a new one. "I go, I go alone."

"Sorry, Barnes, we'll need more than brawn to get us into that gala."

Six months. Almost six months passed and he'd done everything in his power to avoid this. To avoid being alone with you. To avoid working in close proximity to you and the aura of temptation and betrayal that shrouded you.

The number of favors he now owed to his teammates was proof of it. He had no interest in testing the limit of his will power. "Then, I'll take Wanda."

Tony crosses his arms, shaking his head and looking far too pleased at Bucky's discomfort, "Nope, she's needed on a different assignment."

You smirk, tongue running over your teeth like a predator watching their prey fall into their trap. "Careful, Bucky, I'm starting to get the sense that you don't want to work with me."

Bucky's eyes dart to you, grimacing at you, "Whatever."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun."

"Bucky," Steve starts, tightly gripping his shoulder as the room filters out. "What's the problem?"

Bucky glowers at you as you saunter out of the conference room. Of course, you're far too pleased with this outcome. You make a point to grin at him as rage rolls off of him. "I don't trust her."

"Why? She's never given us any reason not to."

"Because -" Bucky starts, faltering after only a word. He can't bring himself to say why. That was between you and him. A memory he buried long ago. "Forget about it."

But he remembers. All of it. He remembers the moment you betrayed him and broke his heart all too well. 

"My Soldat..."

He sighs in relief, he finally stops pacing the floor of your safe house. You asked to meet days ago and you had yet to show up. Weeks had passed without hearing from you. You'd never gone this long without making yourself known. Finally, here you were, back in his arms where you would always belong,"It's been too long. I was beginning to worry."

"Don't ever worry about me, my Soldat." Your words are sharper than he's ever heard from you, it shocks him. You caress his cheek, fingertips trailing down to his jawline, your words soften to a gentle whisper, "Don't ever worry about me."

He bends down and kisses the palm of your hand, "I will always worry. For you, I will worry for as long as I live."

You smile, resting your hand over his beating heart. That's why you were doing this. You made deals with people you hated, resigned yourself to a life always looking over your shoulder, and sealed your fate, all to keep his heart beating, all to give him the long, happy life he deserved.

"And for that, you'll always be my Soldat." You kiss him with everything you have left. Your last kiss. A goodbye kiss. Because if you loved something, you set it free. If they came back to you, they would always be yours. And now, you were setting him free. And he would never forgive you for this. He would never be yours again. "And that's why it had to end this way."

"What are you talking about?"

You back away from the window of your safe house, "I'm sorry."

"What?"

And that's when the SHIELD agents swarmed.

It was a moment hard to forget. Yet it was equally hard to remember, to remember why he didn't trust you, to remember why he could never allow himself to let his guard down, not when you were so good at taunting him. He was sure you were taunting. He knew it from the very moment you stepped into the armory in a red dress that nearly stopped his heart.

You make it a point to saunter past him, tossing a laugh over your shoulder, "Don't worry, Soldat. I'll be on my best behavior."

"I won't hold my breath." Flashes of old memories race through his head. This time, he's sure it's you. His eyes snap up to you with a glower, "You said you were going to be behave."

"I said I was going to be on my best behavior," you correct, making a show of picking out your knives for the night. "This is pretty much as good as it gets."

"That's what I was worried about," Bucky sighs to himself.

"Lighten up, Soldier. It's my last night, I'd like to have just a little fun."

"Last night?"

"That was the deal."

Bucky's eyes dart away from you as you lift your leg up. The fabric of your dress slides up as you strap a small dagger to your holster. He knows you're doing it on purpose to rile him up. That's not what worries him. What worries him is if you're not doing it intentionally. If you're not trying to get his attention and he's just so viscerally aware of you that he can't stop thinking about you. That's what worries him. He doesn't trust himself enough to be this drawn to you. He clears his throat of the knot forming, "So you're not staying?"

"Why? You gonna miss me?" you tease. He remains silent, his eyes unflinchingly forward. "Let's not kid ourselves, Bucky. You didn't want me to stay. Too risky - I might ruin your squeaky clean reputation."

He's absolutely certain that you're the only person that's ever referred to his reputation as squeaky clean. "You're really leaving?"

"It's okay, Soldat."

"I told you not to call me that," Bucky snaps. He's aware that his self control is slipping minute by minute. Every second in your presence is a test of his restraint.

"Do you still remember? Can you still see it in your mind? Or do you need me to show you?"

"Stop." He barks the second a flash of the memory starts playing in his head. He can see himself tossing his jacket on the floor in a frenzy. "That's enough."

You smirk that damned smirk at him again. His fist clenches tightly, the knuckles of his flesh hand white with strain. "You're thinking about us right now, aren't you?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push the image out of his head, he frantically shakes his head, "Stop it."

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?"

"Not particularly," he rasps.

"Liar."

He clenches his jaw so tightly that he's worried he might break a tooth or two as he desperately tries to hold onto his last ounce of self control. He's fighting a losing battle. "I'm not a liar."

"So what would you do? If I touched you right now?" You rest your hand against his chest. "If I got just a little bit closer?"

He hopes you can't hear his heart stutter. "I - I wouldn't do anything."

"What if you knew they would never find out? If we were so quiet and we didn't make a sound?"

"It wouldn't change a thing."

"What if I told you I remember it all? Every night. Every mission. Every time you kissed me."

"I-" His voice falters. Now was his chance. This was it, whether he wanted you to stay or go. Would you stay if he admitted that he never stopped thinking about those stolen moments? Or would you betray him all over again and laugh in his face and smirk that damned smirk with pride at bringing him to his knees? He can't put his finger on it, but in this moment, he doesn't care. He'll take the chance. He swallows the knot in his throat, "I would tell you I remember all of it."

Your hand twitches against his chest. "What?"

"I remember every second. I'll never forget any of it. I could just never figure out: Was any of it real?"

"Can't you see, my Soldat?" Your hand skates past his collarbone, up his throat, coming to rest on his cheek. Your hand caresses him with a tenderness he thought he would never feel again. "It was always real. Every moment of it."

"Then why did you do it?" he softly exhales.

"I had my reasons."

He lunges forward, and in the blink of an eye, he's gripping your wrist and pinning it to the wall behind you, "Tell me."

You grin wildly. You've been here with him before. "Arrogant as ever, Soldat."

"If it was real, why did you do it?" he demands, flexing his grip.

You lick your lips, momentarily debating whether or not to give him the truth. It ate at you for years. From afar, you could live with the knowledge that he might always hate you for what you did. Watching the conflict warring in his eyes was an entirely different battle. You figure, of all the things you could give him, the truth would at least give him some sense of peace. "It wasn't safe."

He loosens his grip slightly, "I would've protected you."

"It wasn't safe for you."

His eyes flash open. "What?"

"You were my mission, Bucky," you finally confess. "There was never anything else - anyone else. It was you. Only you."

He lets go, the shock sending him staggering. Your hand skates down the wall, but he doesn't move back to allow you the space to move. "You were sent to kill me."

You tilt your head at him, "I clearly failed."

"That doesn't explain why you betrayed me."

"Someone found out about us."

He shakes his head, his eyes storming with anger, "No, we were careful."

"Someone knew. I got a nice gunshot in the back to prove it. They knew I wasn't going to complete my mission. They knew I was never going to kill you. I wasn't going to lead them right to you. I didn't know who was watching. I wasn't - I wasn't going to gamble your life until I was sure that they were all gone."

The realization dawns on Bucky almost immediately. Sure, you were one hell of an assassin. Sure, your powers were beyond belief and could take down even the most heinous villains. But not even you could singlehandedly take down the crime syndicate you used to work for. An organization almost as massive and pervasive as HYDRA was. That's why you put yourself in Nick Fury's debt. You did it for him. "That's why you owed Nick Fury. That's why you sold me out." 

"As twisted as it sounds, you were safer in SHIELD's custody. The moment I knew you were safe and in custody, I killed each and every one of them."

His voice is hoarse as he speaks, "You should've told me."

"I wasn't going to risk your life just so you wouldn't think badly of me."

"Then why did you come here?" he demands. "If you had no intention of telling me the truth, if you were going to pretend, why ask to come here?"

"I didn't ask to come here. I didn't know you were here. I stopped looking for you some time ago."

"Why?"

"I dug deep to finish what they started. And once I tore them down brick by brick, I needed to rebuild. I had nothing left. It took me a while to resurface."

"Oh." There's a tightness in Bucky's chest at your confession. He never looked for you. He though you betrayed him. Up until now, there was no reason to believe anything else. You rebuilt your life on your own. You had no one, nothing left. You were left all alone. He left you all alone. 

There's a strange look in Bucky's eye when you finally look up at him. There's a lightness you haven't scene in quite some time. "What?"

The corner of Bucky's mouth twitches up. You may not have known, but Nick Fury sure did. "Fury knew I was here. He knew where he was sending you. He knew about... us?"

"I assume he figured it out when I came to him, begging him to help me keep you safe."

A shaky exhale dances across your lips. Bucky closes the gap between the two of you, pressing you up against the wall with him. "It was real."

For the first time in a long time, you touch him. You rest your shaky hand against cheek, your fingers ghosting over his lips, "Finally, you see, it was real... my Soldat."

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[siriustaylorsversion]

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[dorotheataylor]

Hugs and kisses

Pairing- Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Summary- Sometimes even the strongest ones need comfort and Peter finds it in your arms.

Warnings- none literally, this is just a soft fic coz peter deserves all the love and hugs in the world, my poor english is a warning tho :’)

Word Count- 687

A/N- I thought of this while listening to ‘Sweet Nothing’ by Taylor Swift and here it is. Also I changed fandoms lol. dw i still write for harry potter but i’ll write for marvel too now. And this can be read for any peter but I imagined tasm peter here :3 Hope y’all like this <3

You were about to get into bed, after having done your nighttime skincare and changing into your pyjamas, when you heard soft knocks on your window.

You went over to open it, knowing it was Peter. Whenever he visited you after his night patrols, it was always near this time. You would go on about your day while he told about his and then went to sleep together while snuggled close to each other.

Today it seemed a little different. Because when you moved the curtains to get a look at him, his expressions were different from what they always were. Like he was upset about something.

You quickly unlatched your window and let him inside. You turned to face him and furrowed your eyebrows when he didn’t meet your eyes.

Something was definitely up.

“Peter, love, is everything okay?” you said softly, not wanting him to break. “You know you can tell me anything,” you start, wanting to break the silence, but he flinches at your voice. you let out a shaky exhale and step forward, reaching a hand up, slowly, like approaching a skittish animal, to press your palm to his cheek. he unconsciously chases the warmth, his hair parting to reveal his eyes, sadder than you’ve ever seen them. your heart lurches for him. “oh, Peter.”

He leaned in your touch and sighed in content. Slowly you lifted your other hand to cup both his cheeks while he looked on the verge of tears.

“I- I just needed to see you. He- he said that,” Peter couldn’t even bring himself to properly say that. After that random bad guy he had just fought told him he had attacked you, he needed to make sure you were okay.

“It’s okay, Peter. I’m here.” You said, voice still soft as you start to caress his cheek with your thumb.

Peter couldn’t keep it in anymore, as he immediately buried his face in your neck and held you tightly, as if he were afraid you’d disappear.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop your heart from breaking after seeing him in such a state. The way he sounded, the way you could feel his tears on your neck, you couldn’t help but shed some tears as well as you spoke soothing words to him.

Moments like these brought comfort to Peter. Him in your arms, you holding him tightly, speaking softly and trying to comfort him, he sometimes wonders what he has done to deserve this, to deserve you. Your arms were his go to place when things got hard, being spiderman wasn’t easy. And it felt great that you out of all people knew about him and still loved the real him.

Both of you stayed in each other’s arms for what felt like an eternity, with none of you wanting to let go of each other. But you didn’t mind it, Peter deserved all your love and affection.

After few moments, you slowly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence you both were in, “lets get you changed so that we can cuddle in bed. Sounds good?”

He seemed hesitant to let you go, but he loosened his grip and pulled away to look you in the eye, arms still loosely wound around your waist. He seemed almost meek like this—to the point it almost felt like you’re not looking at the strongest. Right now, it kinda just feels like you’re looking at a man—a man who has the entire weight of the New York on his shoulders. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said, his voice still wavering. “You- You’re everything. God I love you so much.”

You smiled gently at him as you cupped his cheek again, he kissed your palm, and you said, “I love you too, Peter. More than words can express.”

With that, Peter cupped your face and brought his lips onto yours, pouring all his love, affection, fears and everything he felt for you into it. You kissed him back with same passion, sealing a promise of never leaving him into this kiss.

Because maybe in that moment, this was all you both needed.

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[cieric-of-chaos]

there's nothing worse than seeing people headcanon your favorite character as a "sw*ftie"

#THEY WOULD NEVER ISTEN TO THAT #it's so scary everytime i see my fav character and that woman's name on the same sentence #it's so frustrating...like stop.. please Wanda Maximoff would not listen to that #who do i have to kill to stop seeing that stupid headcanon.... it's everywhere #Matt Murdock DOES NOT listen to Taylor swift...tiktok needs to stopp #FREE SATOSUGU FROM T*YLOR SWIFT SONG #I don't want to see wanda and that blonde bitch in the same video ever again #wtf #wanda Maximoff #anti taylor swift #anti swifties #marvel #fandom #geto suguru #gojo Satoru #jujutsu kaisen #headcanon #wanda maximoff headcanons #wanda maximoff x reader #fuck taylor swift #taylor swift #matt Murdock #daredevil #fandom critical #wanda ramblings

[fandomnerd9602]

Belong with Me

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warning: a couple idiots in love angst

Y/N’s POV

You walked past Wanda’s room one night to hear the sounds of her acoustic guitar. Wanda’s not professional by any stretch of the imagination but she loves doing it every now and then.

And if you could see that I’m the one who understands you. Been here all the time.

You can tell by looking at her reflection in the nearby mirror, the hurt that was in her eyes. The longing that she had for someone with someone in the compound? Was it Vision? Was it you? 

Why can’t you see? You belong with me. You belong with me.

Wanda practically collapsed against her guitar. She caught your eye in the mirror and gasped.

“I’m sorry.” You manage to say trying to apologize for intruding on her privacy. “ I just heard your singing honestly it’s some of the best I’ve heard”

The young witch blushed a bright red as her namesake

Wanda’s POV

Oh why did Y/N have to see me perform?

The very source of her heartache. Her longing for you had driven here to perform on her guitar and somehow you just happen to walk by and hear her? Wanda could practically crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.

“So was there some reason you were singing?” You asked her.

Wanda’s brain into full on panic mode. You couldn’t know. You were her best friend. It would be awkward. It would be too embarrassing. What if you rejected her?!

A name popped into her head. “V-Vision. Yeah that’s who”

Y/N’s POV

Your heart kind of sank in that moment. Your best friend was in love with your other pal.

“Oh” you tried to cover your heartbreak. “He’s a good guy. He’d be a fool to reject you”

You gave her a smile and left her alone in her room.

As you walked the hallways you found Vision studying some old cookbooks.

“Hello there Y/N” the robot smiled at you.

“Hey Vis” you managed to say, “promise me you’ll treat her right”

“Who?”

“You’ll figure it out” you give him a pat on the shoulder and went to the lab.

Wanda’s POV

“Really? You said Vision?!” Natasha asked a little agitated with her student.

Once again Wanda get that she could crawl into a hole and die. Not only had she presumably broken the heart of the one she loved, she did it making you think that she loved Vision.

“I know. I know. I panicked!” Wand buried her head in her pillow and screamed.

“You need to let Y/N know how you feel.”

“What if they reject me?! I can’t live knowing that!” Wanda practically threw the pillow at Natasha.

“You deserve to know. And so do they.” Natasha threw the pillow back to the young witch.

“How?!” Her answer came a second later as Natasha handed her her acoustic guitar.

“80s romance movie this!” Natasha gave an approving wink.

Wanda begrudgingly grabbed the guitar and walked out of her self imposed exile. Even if you didn’t feel the same way back, she deserved to tell her feelings.

She walked down the hallway towards your room to find Vision looking confused at her.

“Wanda,” he said with a little frown, “I was asked by Y/N to ‘treat her right’ who were they referring to?”

Wanda couldn’t help but smile a little. If you cared enough to tell Vision to treat her right, she knew you cared.

Wanda’s heart beat at a million times a minute as she strolled up to your door. It was a now or never kind of situation. Her strumming hand hovered over the guitar’s strings.

She wears high heels

I wear sneakers

She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

So, why can't you see?

You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me

She drew the song to a close and yet you didn’t come out of your room. Her heart sank.

“I don’t know why I said Vision.” She admitted aloud, “I was singing about you. It was always you”

“You belong with me” you answered back. Wanda gasped and turned around to see you smiling at her.

She practically ran into your arms. You wrapped an arm around her and with the other, you caressed her cheek.

“You belong with me, detka” she whispers in your ear.

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[beabidobi]

𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐭

P5 (last) - “i sit and watch you.”

P4 - “but you tolerate it.”

pairing: f!reader x miguel o’hara

content warnings: angst, post breakup, no happy ending, miguel kinda stalking you (but not creepily yk?)

word count: 477

authors note: thank you all so much for the support, I hope you enjoyed this small series <3

It’d been almost seven months since you and Miguel broke up and seven months since you’d been on a date. That’s why you were so jittery on your way to dinner with a colleague who asked you out. After the taxi leaves, you enter the restaurant and spot the familiar face. He waves you over and you sit across from him, smiling and trading greetings before ordering.

The night was going by fairly quickly, you were having fun and it definitely wasn’t going as bad as you thought it would having associated this place with Miguel. After an hour, you’d both eaten and waiting for a dessert menu while talking about your interests. You both enjoyed the same movies, books and music; as if you were a perfect match, laughing and discussing until another hour flew by.

Miguel O’Hara could recognise the back of you from anywhere. So when he’s on his way home from HQ, swinging from building to building and he spots an awfully familiar woman stepping out of a taxi in front of the same restaurant he used to take you, he has to stop in his tracks, almost bashing into a wall.

He perches himself onto a roof across the street and looks down into the large transparent windows and sure enough, there you were sat at a booth across from some guy. A guy Miguel currently wanted to gut like a fish. But the way you were laughing. The way your face lit up as if this guy had told the funniest joke in the world. You used to look at him like that at the good times of your relationship, until those looks turned into sadness and disappointment.

Don’t get me wrong, he still wanted to kill the man across from you in unimaginable ways, but he couldn’t help thinking how much happier you looked. All he wanted was you to be happy, and of course he knew it couldn’t be with him.

He must have been there for almost fifteen minutes, staring at you and your companion, before his watch pings and Lyla pops up at his side reporting a nearby shop robbery. Taking one more look at you, he sighs and retreats from the roof edge.

You weren’t sure if you’d gone insane or your brain was playing some horrible trick on you. Because you could’ve sworn you’d seen the flash of Miguel’s holographic suit from the corner of your eye on a roof nearby. Obviously it was the latter, as your brain loved to mess with you, reminding you of Miguel the minute you were having fun.

“Y/n? You okay?” Your colleague Nate asked when he saw the way your face paled slightly while looking outside. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Snapping out of your delusion, you focus back on him with your best attempt at smile. “I’m good.”

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[yelenasvestenthusiast]

i don't want you like a best friend; kate bishop

summary: there are other things more entertaining than business parties. warning: swearing , slight jealousy , fluff , suggestive if you squint

"god, i'm so bored," you groan into kate's shoulder, holding your arm out a little to prevent your drink from spilling. the black-haired girl only laughs at your misery, taking a sip from her own glass.

"you were the one who came."

you huff and roll your eyes. "you were the one who begged me to come."

"i did not beg!" she protests.

"oh, please," you raise an eyebrow, "with the endless 'please please please' and puppy eyes?"

"well..."

her retort dies down in her throat, having no argument. she simply scoffs. you smirk in triumph, leaning into the nearest table and downing your drink in one gulp. "your mom is so bad at parties," you start. "like, where is the music? where are the dancers and the hot people?"

kate laughs again. "you expect that in a business party? this thing's hosted so that i can greet old men and talk about business and shit."

"no wonder i'm bored."

"you're lucky you're not the ceo's daughter," kate complains. "you don't get the 'oh, you're the little bishop girl!' and the 'you've grown up to be a gorgeous young lady!'. you just have to stand there and look pretty for me."

"i'm gonna ignore that last part." you snicker at the irritated look on her face.

"ah, kate bishop, am i right? eleanor's little girl?" a balding man says, approaching the two of you. kate plasters on a fake smile and you avert your eyes, taking interest in the brownies.

they talk for a bit, you eventually losing your interest in seeing kate shifting uncomfortably. you excuse yourself and head to the snack table, helping yourself to majority of the desserts - after all, you came for the free food.

you'd just taken a bite out of a cupcake when a voice comes from behind you. you spin around and come face to face with a man - your age, maybe, or a little older.

he's fairly attractive, you can't deny, with an almost angelic smile. sadly, nothing can compare to a certain bishop girl's smile-

your thoughts are interrupted when he glances at your lips. "um, you've got something there-" he extends a hand and wipes off the frosting from the corner of your mouth.

eyes widening, you grab a tissue and wipe your mouth. "oh, thank you! i didn't notice."

"i'm dante," he continues. "i saw you from across the room and.. well, i really couldn't guess who had brought you. also, i wanted to introduce myself, so.."

"nice to meet you, dante." he seems nice and polite, so you decide to entertain him. "i'm y/n."

"that's.. a really pretty name."

you and dante stay together and talk, laughing when he tells you a story about his childhood and groaning when you tell him about an accident you'd had as a kid. you realize that he's actually fun to talk to, and a great listener, and you don't notice the time passing by until a hand slithers around your waist.

a surprised squeak leaves your lips as you glance at the newcomer, sighing in relief when you see that it's kate. "hi," you breathe out.

she has yet another fake smile on her face - but unlike those from earlier that night. it's a little stiff, a little... colder. "hi," she replies through gritted teeth. "i see you've made a new friend."

"oh, yeah!" you beam at dante. "kate, this is dante. dante, kate."

"oh, kate bishop? finally, nice to-"

"a pleasure to meet you, dante, but may i talk to y/n? alone?"

dante blinks, looking genuinely confused. he glances at you and then at kate, at you and back to kate again. "yes, sure, of course. you look really good in that dress, by the way, y/n."

you watch him walk away before turning to kate. "oh, come on, he was really sweet."

"i bet he thought you were really sweet, too," she grumbles, scowling.

"what, jealous?" you tease, but you can't tear your eyes away from the way her jaw tenses.

"no."

"okay, well, i'm gonna find dante-"

before your sentence even finishes she grabs you by the wrist. "stay."

you smirk and cross your arms, raising an eyebrow. "what, scared you'll be the the single one between us?"

"please don't joke about that."

"why not?"

kate sighs. "look, i don't really like him, but..."

"yes?"

"he's right about one thing." she carefully scans your figure. "you look good in that dress."

in a sudden burst of confidence you lean closer to her. "only bought this dress so you could take it off."

her 'tough' exterior crumbles and she's reduced to a confused puppy expression. "w-what?"

you pull her closer by her tie, close enough that your breaths ghost over each others' faces. "i want you. but i don't want you like a best friend."

you pull away and stare at her face for a reaction. "so? ditch this party with me?"

kate's face lights up in a grin.

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[loverliner]

Y/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)

Warnings: none

Summary: exactly what the title says

Pairings: Tom Holland x reader, Marvel Cast x reader (platonic), Taylor Swift x reader (platonic)

MASTERLIST

You had just come home from a long day of press tours and was looking to just relax.

Of course by relaxing you meant lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media.

You opened YouTube and a video that came out just 2 hours ago quickly caught your attention.

'Y/N Y/L/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)'

You smiled and clicked on it.

The familiar Wii theme song played and the words, 'Y/N Y/L/N being a swiftie for almost 6 minutes straight (ft. The Marvel Cast)' appeared on the screen.

cut

The first clip was from a panel with the whole cast, you were sitting in between Tom Holland and Elizabeth Olsen.

"Hi," a girl with blue hair said shyly into the mic, "umm, my name is Kayla and my question is for Y/N,"

You nodded with a small smile.

"Go ahead Kayla, love your hair by the way," You said,

Kayla laughed shyly at the remark.

"I was wondering, just last week you shut down a sexist comment, but I wanted to know if you ever feel unsure about yourself or guilty afterwards," Kayla asked,

"ooh good question, I don't really feel guilty or unsure because honestly, if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing and I don't regret it one bit 'cause he had it coming," you said,

The audience cheered, getting the reference.

The Marvel cast looked extremely confused except Tom (Holland), Sebastian and Elizabeth who were used to your references.

cut

The next couple of clips were from an interview with ELLE, more specifically song association.

"I'm really nervous, because I am not so great under pressure and right now my mind is completely blank," you said,

cut

The word, 'blame' appeared on the screen.

"Oh I know this one," Y/N said excitedly, "Don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doing it right,"

"Don't Blame Me, Taylor Swift, Reputation," Y/N said,

cut

The next word was, 'king,'

"Oh god, why can I only think of Taylor Swift lyrics," You said, "you know what, screw it,"

"All the king's horses, all the king's men, couldn't put me together again," you sang, "The Archer, again Taylor Swift, Lover,"

cut

The next word was, "shirt,"

"After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone,"

"All Too Well, the ten minute version, Taylor's Version, of course," You said,

"When Taylor released the ten minute version, I was obsessed with it and played it on repeat and don't even get me started on the short film, had me in tears within the first 4 minutes,"

cut

You, Anthony and Sebastian were in an interview, promoting your new movie.

"Y/N, I wanted to ask, what is your favourite Taylor Swift album?" the interviewer asked,

Y/N's face lit up immediately.

"Oh no, we're going to be here for hours," Sebastian said,

"screw hours, we're going to be here for days," Anthony said,

The video was sped up and after a couple of seconds, it was back to normal.

"But on the other hand, Red (Taylor's Version) is so amazing, don't even get me started on All Too Well the ten minute version," You rambled on,

The video sped up again.

“See, Evermore has some of my favourite songs, like Coney Island and Champagne Problems - I swear Taylor is going to make all the architects and engineers go out of business because of how well she constructs bridges - but on the other Folklore has ‘This is Me Trying’ and ‘Mirrorball’ which I could really relate to during my time in university,” you explained,

"Honestly though, I think we need to go over it again,"

The video sped up again.

“But Speak Now was self-written when she was nineteen, nineteen,” Y/N said, “Did you know that Taylor Swift has written 54 songs by herself? That is so amazing, let’s not even get started on the fact that she hasn’t released a single song that she hasn’t had some part in,” you said,

At this point, Anthony and Sebastian just looked so done.

“But Lover. Lover warmed my cold heart, like the line ‘I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings’? I bought out a store of origami paper so I could learn how to make them,” You said,

“That’s true, she handed them out on set,” Sebastian said,

“I still have the ones she gave me, the kids do too,”

cut

The next clip was from an interview where you played with puppies.

“Oh my god, this is like a cuteness overload, I can’t even deal with this,” You gushed, playing with a small golden retriever that made it’s way towards you,

‘Who - in your opinion - is the best songwriter’

“Definitely Taylor, absolutely no question there,” You said, “the line, ‘you call me up again, just to break me like a promise’ is just,” you clutched your heart dramatically, “Like who writes that? Like who hurt her?”

“Just kidding,” You said, staring down at the puppies, “I know it was Jake Gyllenhaal,”

Cut

The next clip was an instagram live, filmed by none other than Tom Holland.

“Darling?” Tom asked behind the camera,

“Hmm?” You asked, lying on the couch with your cat (Santana, after Santana Lopez from Glee) on your chest,

“Can you finish the lyrics of these songs?” Tom asked,

“I can try,” You said, turning to face him,

“I stay up too late-“ Tom sang, off tune,

“Got nothing on my brain, at least that’s what people say, mm, mm,” You sang immediately, now sat up properly,

“See, that’s why you’re the singer,” Tom said jokingly, “one for the money, two for the show-“

“I never was ready, so I watched you go,” you sang,

Cut

“What is one thing that annoys you?” the interviewer asked you,

“Probably when people think that the only songs Taylor writes are like ‘Shake it off,” or ‘You Belong With Me’ - no hate to any of those songs by the way, they are absolutely iconic - when she’s written songs like ‘Right Where You Left Me’ or ‘Hoax’ - which is criminally underrated - or ‘Champagne Problems’ or ‘Cowboy Like Me’… honestly the list could go on,” you said, going on many tangents,

“What is one of your mottos in life?” They asked,

“swiftie first, human second” you answered,

Cut

“Besides people in your marvel cast, who are your closest friends?”

“I’d say Sadie Sink, Gigi Hadid, Zendaya - does that count? She was one of my co-stars in Marvel once - Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo…” You said, “I love all of my friends, it’s way too hard to choose,”

“I love that they tolerate me talking about Taylor Swift, because honestly, ‘Hoax’ had me sobbing on the floor,” you said, “Especially Olivia and Conan,”

Cut

It was a clip from your TikTok, the you, conan and Olivia were in front of the camera, belting out the lyrics of All Too Well (10 minute version) (Taylor’s Version).

“I’ll get older but your lover’s stay my age!” You all yelled,

They showed a screenshot of Taylor’s comment: “My children 🥺”

Cut

The next clip was a video from your instagram from when Evermore had just come out, you were singing a cover of Champagne Problems.

“Seriously, go stream Evermore literally anywhere, I don’t even care if you get rid of my album from your playlist if it means making space in your playlist,” You said after you finished the song,

Cut

“You actually met Taylor recently at the VMA’s right?” an interviewer asked over zoom,

“Yup,” You said excitedly, “I was so starstruck and went home and screamed into a pillow,”

“She actually gave me her snake ring from the ‘Look What You Made Me Do’ Reputation era music video,” You said, showing off your hand to the camera, “I will literally never take this off, I’m 100% serious, also, when I tell you I screamed when she announced her new album, I’m, again, 100% serious.”

“I actually already pre-ordered all her vinyls, so if you haven’t yet, you definitely should,” You said, looking into the camera.

Cut

“What was your first-favourite song?” an interviewer off screen asked you,

“I think it was either ‘Picture to Burn’ or ‘Our Song,’” You said, “i swear, ‘taylor swift debut’ and ‘Fearless’ made me want love, “speak now” made me scared, and then ‘Red’ made me think love didn’t exist, ‘1989’ just made me forget about it and then ‘Reputation’ and ‘Lover’ made me think it did again and then ‘Folklore’ and ‘Evermore came out, and now I’m just complexed,”

“Side note, ‘Folklore’ and ‘Evermore may be sister albums, but ‘Lover’ and ‘Reputation’ are definitely dating,”

End of video.

Recommended:

Y/N Y/L/N and Olivia Rodrigo being besties for 4 minutes straight.

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Taylor Swift VMA’s confirms new album Midnights.

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Swiftie13 yesssss she’s one of us!

EmmaGaylor Why is she literally so adorable?

EvermoreStan her acknowledgment of Evermore is well appreciated

Itsbrutalouthere her friendship with Oliviaaaaa

Theswifttomyie my new personal head cannon is that Lover and Rep are dating, argue with the damn wall

Lookwhatyoumadeherdo did anyone see the recent photo shoot with y/n? She was serious when she said she wasn’t taking it off.

Hoax48 tom Holland and y/n y/l/n >>>>>>>>>>

swiftiebitchy lmaoooo not her dissing Jake

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HELLO HELLO I LOVE THAT YOU'RE DOING THIS THERE'S SO MANY TSWIFT SONGS THAT FUELS MY YEARNING ;-;

Can you do 'I used to think love would be burning red but it's golden like daylight' with druig from eternals?

Daylight - druig

I used to think love would be burning red | But it’s golden like Daylight.

note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. Listen... this may not be what you were looking for, but after I got this idea, I couldn't not write it, and honeslty almost made this a mini-series ... oops. This one took me so long, and I'm so sorry! I just had to make this perfect as a gift to all my Druig babies after leaving you guys high and dry- so this is for all of you who got me this far with my Druig fame here on tumblr <3 <3 my gratitude is immeasurable.

wordcount: 3.3k

trope / pairing: druig x Fem Reader , fluff with slight angst

warnings: slight angst because you cannot escape the druig angst here

Materslist | Marvel Masterlist | Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Masterlist |

It was a dreary afternoon. The clouds hung low, threatening to spill any second. A deep rumble echoed off the buildings, as a light flash shone through the gray. The storm was rolling in, but with it brought an unexpected energy in the air. 

You were walking down the streets of the city, eyeing the sky. You were still five minutes away from your destination, and were praying silently you’d make it in time before the rain drenched the streets. 

Suddenly, a low growl sounded behind you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Turning, you came face to face with a creature you had never seen before. Eyes wide, you froze, staring at the blue and gold creature, its muscles flexing as it stood, breathing heavy. It almost looked mechanical, yet made of tissue at the same time. Easily, it was the scariest being you had ever seen. 

Stumbling backwards, you tripped over the curb, landing flat on your ass. You were trembling, fear overtaking you as the creature moved closer and closer. 

A shot of golden light flew from the sky, right into the creature sending it flying through the air. A man followed the golden beam, responsible for it penetrating through the air. You were about to scream, but a wave of calm washed over you.

You turned your head, coming face to face with a man. He had a golden haze around him, and his hand was outstretched towards you. 

“It’s okay,” his voice was deep, and thick with an accent you didn’t recognize. He sounded distant, as if you were underwater and he was above the surface, shouting. A buzz humming through your head made it difficult to hear the commotion going on around you. 

As if emerging from water, the second you placed your hand in his, his voice became clear and the haze dissipated, until it only glowed behind him. He had dark, ocean blue eyes that peered quizzically at you. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, his voice gentle yet gruff. 

“y/n,” you responded softly. His eyes flickered with golden specks, and a sense of peace flooded your mind once more. 

You knew it was him, from the second his powers touched your thoughts. He didn’t hide that it was him, something compelling him to let you trust him fully. 

In a blink, his powers were gone, leaving a warm fuzzy feeling over your memories. He smiled slightly, as he looked at you in a different light. 

“y/n. I like the sound of that. I’m Druig,” he said. 

The golden haze faded around him, and you were consciously aware of the world again. You turned around, still holding onto his hand as you looked for the creature. 

“It’s gone now, you don’t have to worry.” He said, knowing instantly what you were searching for.

“Druig!” You heard a voice say in the distance. It belonged to a pretty tall woman, with long dark hair. She radiated with a sweet, feminine energy, as she held herself gently. 

He nodded his head to her- a silent communication passing between the two of them. Somehow you knew. He had to go. 

But you didn’t want to let go, and he knew that too. 

“I’ll be back.” He had said, placing a soft kiss to your hand before he let go. 

You watched as he walked with grace over to the dark-haired woman. There was something about the two of them, and the one flying in the air earlier, that felt… ethereal to you; as if they were gods. You shook your head, laughing quietly at the idea. 

“You know what we have to do…” Sersi whispered to Druig as he approached her. She had a solemn look on her face. She too hated this just as much as he did. 

“I know,” Druig sighed. He hated that Arishem had tasked them with this new part of their mission: testing any human who came in contact with the Deviants. Arishem wanted reports from Ajak on how the humans responded, but none of the eternals were sure why- Ajak never said. 

“I know, I hate it too,” Sersi said, feeling Druig’s uneasiness. He looked at her with a sad smile, and turned back around to face you. You were right where he left you, stuck in the daze he left you in. Something about you was different. He felt so guilty for having control of your mind right now. It made him nauseous. 

Nonetheless, he stood tall, his hands placed behind his back as he walked up to you. You greeted him with a bright, naive smile. Poor thing, he thought to himself, as he offered you a gentle smile. 

“Come with me,” he whispered, extending his hand to reach yours. You took it, grateful for the kindness of this man. 

A golden light flashed before your eyes, your head instantly feeling woozy as if you were traveling at a high speed through space. A warm air hit you with a force, knocking you back- or at least that’s what it felt like. You couldn’t see a damn thing. Is this what blacking out felt like? You had briefly thought to yourself, before you fell forward into Druigs' open arms. 

“There’s nothing here,” A woman’s voice said. It was deep, the hint of an accent lingering. She had tan skin, and long black hair. 

“I told you. There is no point in doing all of this still.” The voice was Druigs. He was frustrated, his tone giving him away. 

“Guys…” Sersi said, her eyes darting to where you laid, your eyes beginning to flutter open. An oxygen mask was placed over your mouth and nose, helping you breathe better. There was a bright exam light over you, and you laid on a hard surface. You shifted, and a ruffling of paper gave away it was a doctor table set up. 

Your head was pounding, and the light began to get brighter as your head throbbed. A pained moan escaped your lips, growing as intense as the metaphorical knife in your skull. 

The next second you were screaming, the sound muffled slightly by the oxygen mask. You tried to move, to take the damned thing off, only to discover you were strapped down on the exam table. Panic began to kick in, as you thrashed about. 

Druig stood next to the table, grimacing as he watched you writhe in a pain he could easily take away. His hand reached out against his command, willing to help. 

“Druig, no.” Ikaris said sternly. 

“You’re not the one in charge.” Druig snapped back, daggers in his eyes as he stared at the eternal he hated the most. If he could kill Ikaris- which he could in an instant if Ajak allowed it, he would in a heartbeat. 

“Well someone has to be!” Ikaris shouted, looking amongst the group. Ajak glared at him, as he blatantly undermined her. 

“Ikaris that’s enough. Druig, you do what you have to do. Ease her pain, but don’t mess with her mind. We still need it.” 

Druig glared at her now, but reached his hand out to grip yours. He let his power flow through him into you, easing the nerves in your body to feel nothing. He watched as your body thrashed, only to settle a few minutes later. The fear didn’t leave your eyes though, making his heart break. 

He didn’t want this. He didn’t care if Arishem ordered it or not, it was utter bullshit. Everyone knew exactly how he felt, some sharing the same sentiment like Sersi and Makkari- who was currently hiding, unable to witness the torture.  

Ajak was currently meddling more in your mind, searching for any trace of the Deviant in you. Druig could feel her power pulsating next to his, making him hot with anger. Sersi glanced over at him as he twitched, knowing he was about 2 seconds away from breaking. 

“Ajak, perhaps there’s another way,” Sersi started, trying desperately to mend the situation. Ajak only continued, humming softly to herself. Druig rolled his neck. He could only stand the feel of her power next to his for so long. 

If Druig loved anything it was control- and no one could really blame him. His entire power was focused around it, controlling himself, the voices, the minds of others. The feeling and knowledge of not being in control took a toll on him. 

“Ajak…,” Sersi warned, a hint of pleading in her voice. 

“There, I’m done. She’s all clear. Druig, you know what to do now,” Ajak pulled back, the emptiness of her power a relief against Druig’s. A collective sigh was heard in the room, but Druig was still hot with anger. He knew what came next- erasing your memories. Which meant erasing that you met him.

Something selfish awoke in him, as he looked down at your figure. Your eyes were now closed, as he pulled you into a deep sleep. He didn’t want you to wake up and no longer know him. He wanted to know you, and to show you that he wasn’t terrifying, that he wasn’t to be feared the way you feared him moments ago. 

Druig only nodded his head toward Ajak, as a plan began to emerge in his head. 

Moonlight bathed the Domo, its light illuminating the inside of the ship, casting long shadows along the walls and hallways. Druig had slipped out of his room, clad in his armor. He moved as silently as he could to where they held the subjects. It was a smaller room at the back of the ship. Due to its size, Ajak had the good sense to only take one to two subjects at a time- especially considering barely any humans actually had contact with the Deviants. 

His eyes grazed upon your sleeping body, the rise and fall of your breaths the only evidence of your slumber from behind. Druig let his power flow through the room, golden streams of lights latching themselves into your mind, a soft lullaby playing to keep you asleep as he lifted you into his arms off the cot. 

This was his plan- to escape with you to wherever your heart desired to go. He just hoped you didn’t hate him once you came to. His eyes fell to your closed ones as he slithered through the halls to the ships transport area. Anticipating a smooth exit, Druig became a little too careless with his steps as he grew closer and closer to the end of the hall. 

It was only the soft breaths of Ikaris that stilled Druig’s steps, making him weary of rounding the final corner. He swore under his breath, calculating his next move. He most certainly couldn’t fight holding your body, and the floor was not an ideal place to rest you… however, he didn’t want to have to escape back through the Domo to gather you again after he defeated Ikaris. 

“I know you’re there Druig,” Ikaris’s disembodied voice sounded from the room. Druig sighed, shifting your body in his arms as he laid you gently against the entrance of the transport room, before walking into where Ikarris stood. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” Druig asked, sneering as he took in Ikaris in his full armor sood before him. 

“If you think I don’t know what you are up to, then you are dumber than I thought.” Ikaris was careful with his words- careful in the sense that he wanted to rile Druig, just not too much that would call attention. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Where is she?” The question was curt, and loud as Ikaris held Druig’s gaze. He was determined to protect you from the madman Ikaris had become of late. He was unrecognizable as he stood before Druig now, his eyes bloodthirsty, twitching. 

Druig took two steps closer, coming mere inches from Ikaris’ face. His eyes grew hazy with red as his anger overtook him. Ikaris flinched ever so slightly, knowing none of them knew the true limit of Druig’s power, as he always held back. 

None of them knew of the dark swirling thoughts he kept at bay, encouraging him to do dark and devious things. Baiting him with every snide look and every snarky comment made by his teammates- Ikaris specifically were the voices’ favorite to tempt Druig with. 

And now, he was contemplating giving in. 

“Don’t make me ask again,” Ikaris sneered. After a pause he continued with an unmatched ferocity, “where is the girl?”. 

“I thought you weren’t asking again.” A smirked danced across Druigs face, but was soon wiped from his lips as Ikaris’s fist came in contact with his jaw. 

Now he had done it. 

The floodgates opened in Druig’s mind, the voices spilling out into the air as dark spiraling shadows, captivating Ikaris’ attention. Druig’s eyes were golden, clearly in command of the disembodied voices, hanging low in the air as they slithered towards Ikaris. He buckled at the sound, crawling backwards as he tried to escape. 

“Wha-” Ikaris was cut off as the shadows entered his gaping mouth, filling his head with the dark thoughts that once plagued Druigs. When the last of the shadows had filled Ikaris’s head, he stood, his eyes reflecting the gold in Druigs. 

“Go back into your chambers. Do not wake until dawn, and speak nothing of what happened to the girl or to me.” The command was simple, but effective, as Ikaris nodded curtly. He turned, walking militantly back to his chambers deep in the Domo. 

By now, you had awakened at the sounds of the shadows. You were peering out gently behind the wall, staring fearfully at the man who now stood solemn in the room. 

He caught your attention and his face softened instantly as he saw you sulk back behind the wall. 

“Do not be afraid,” Druig whispered, moving gently to the doorway. “It’s still me.” 

You moved forward just an inch, to peer back at the man you had once had such an intense attachment too. That bond was still there, pulling you towards him, the specks of gold in his eyes were alluring. 

Standing, you walked slowly towards him, as he held his arms out. 

“Wha- what is happening?” You asked, your voice hoarse from being unconscious for so long. 

“I am rescuing you.” Druig said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You reached your hand out to gently touch his, tracing the lines along his hands. 

“What did you do to that man?” 

“I did what I had to to ensure your safety. And I would do it over and over again if it meant you were safe and out of harm's way.” 

“But… why?” You were perplexed by these sentiments. This man before you was a god, and you were just… well, you.

“Because I will never let another soul so much as look at you the wrong way, without ensuring they will be met with endless mental torment.” His fingers grazed your chin, making you meet his eye. 

“We can run away, start a new village, and rule over them together- if that is what you wish. Or, we can return to the city, back to your life as it was before.” 

You paused, trying to recall memories of a past life, where you were apparently from. 

“I don’t think I remember what my life was like before,” you admitted. Anger flickered in his eyes as he knew Ikaris had some part in this. He caressed your chin, up to your cheek, before tracing your lips with the gentle tips of his fingers. 

“Then we’ll run until we find a place where you feel the safest and the happiest.” 

You only nodded, taking his hand, and following him blindly into this new world. 

Luscious green leaves filled the landscape, the dark brown of the tree stumps a mere accent to the canopies that were so full, there was not a hint of sky shining through them. The forest bed was soft, still in the quiet. The atmosphere was still as well, a low blue-gray fog rolling in from the lake that lay just up ahead. 

Brown lodges sat amongst the trees, carved out of the very same wood. Villagers sat in and around the lodges, many of them chatting about what was to come of their day, scouring down the breakfast their loved ones made for them. The hum of chatter was the only sound among the stillness. 

Druig sat at the head of the table in his lodge, sucking on a strawberry. You were at his side, enjoying the breakfast he had made for you. It consisted of all your favorite fruits and nuts, all hand picked by him. 

For many who ruled over villages, it was the man who was doted on by his partner. But not here. No, here, you were the ruler, and Druig was merely your loyal lover, kneeling beside you always. He was submissive in every way to you, but dominant to those in the village, becoming something they feared. No one could deny his love and affection for you though. 

“Do you have any plans today, love?” You asked him, reaching gently for his hand. He turned his attention to you, shaking his head. 

“I wondered if you wanted to head down to the lake with me today. It’s so hot out, I figured it would be nice to take a swim.” 

“Like, right now?” He asked, setting down the strawberry he had. 

“Uh,” you paused to think about it, but Druig smiled devilishly as he shot out of his chair. You eyed him suspiciously, before he threw your chair back, gripped your waist, and slung you over his shoulder. You shrieked, hitting his back as he took off out of the lodge. 

Giggles echoed off the trees as you gave in, letting him carry you down to the shoreline. His own laughter could be heard, spreading a smile to the villagers faces. They couldn’t help but smile watching as their rulers ran off into the morning light. 

“Druig! I’m going to fall!” You shouted, gripping his shoulders tightly as he tripped over a stone. 

“I got ya’,” he called out, his hands only becoming firmer on your hips, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You could already feel the crescent moon marks from his nails make its way past the thin fabric of our dress. 

You heard the splash of water before you felt the water being submerged over your body, as Druig ran into the lake. His hands didn’t let go of you entirely, as you slipped from his shoulder into the murky darkness of the waters below. It was refreshing, the cold water lapping at your skin as you broke the surface. 

“That was mean!” You shouted, but grateful for the plunge, as you now felt more awake. Druig only smirked as he lowered himself fully in the water, coming mere inches from your face. 

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He whispered, pulling you even closer to him. 

“Only every day,” you giggled. His lips found yours, moving gently against yours. The kiss was passionate, hungry, as if he had not just finished eating breakfast minutes ago. 

The warmth of the sunlight hit your face as it broke over the horizon, causing Druig to pull back. He turned his attention to the daybreak, watching in awe as the sun bathed the lake and the forest beyond in its morning glory. 

“You know, a long time ago, I used to think love was a lot like the color red. Passionate, and fiery to the point where it burns,” Druig rambled, turning back to face you. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong.” 

“What is love then?” You ask, eager to hear how his mind works, constantly comparing one thing to another. 

“It is warm and refreshing. Bright and glorious.” He paused, contemplating. You waited patiently. 

“It’s daylight.” 

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"Slut!"

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader Summary - It was perfect. Lovelorn and nobody knows. Love thorns all over this rose. You almost forgot just how hard the fall back to reality is. But if they call you a slut, it might be worth it for once.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist

"She goes through guys like a train-"

You immediately change the channel. The next one isn't better. You don't know why you thought it would be.

"The Stark last name and the long list of ex-lovers, that's her claim to fame. I mean, let's be honest here, she's a slu-" The tabloid reporter is abruptly cut off as the screen before you goes dark.

You look up to find Steve with the remote in his hand. He glares at the screen like the reporter was still talking, "You shouldn't be watching that."

"I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't be. It's despicable. They were - the things they're calling you-"

"A slut," you finish for him.

His eyes dart to you, that furrow between his eyebrows getting deeper and deeper with every word spoken, "It's not true. This isn't journalism, it's slander."

You weren't sure how this happened. Sure, it was only a matter of time before they found you out. This wasn't the first time. Not the second or the third either. If the press was to be believed, you were love sick. Love struck with a new man every week.

It wasn't the first time someone called you a slut. It certainly wouldn't be the last.

You stopped living your life in fear of what people would say a long time ago. Being this young was an art. And up until now, you thought you mastered it.

It was simple. You even had your rules. You followed them and no one got hurt - or at the very least, it minimized the damage.

They were going to stare at you. Strangers. Press. The flashing cameras. It came with being a Stark. If they're going to look, you gave them something to look at. You didn't so much as step out on the street with a single hair out of place. You were flawless. Always.

You were nineteen, and on the heels of a breakup with your second ever boyfriend, the first time someone spit that word at you - "slut!" It hurt, but it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. It almost made you laugh. You realized that they didn't really care about your love life or about the trail of broken hearts you were supposedly leaving behind. They wanted a spectacle. They wanted a show. If you're going to be drunk, might as well be drunk in love.

It was easier after that. You knew the truth. The people around you knew the truth. You let everyone else believe what they wanted. You did what you wanted. You lived your life without worrying about being called a slut. They were going to call you one anyway. And if they call you a slut, you might as well make it worth it.

You gave just enough to keep them satisfied. Never anything too real. Never too much. Just enough that they wouldn't dare peak behind closed doors. Just enough to be able to live your life.

There were was a cost, of course. No one took you seriously. You dealt with the vague humiliation of the rumors constantly swirling about your hips and thighs and whispered sighs.

And though you inherited the Stark genius, no one cared about what you thought, what you had to say.

In that, the reporter was right, your love life was far more interesting than your thoughts on quantum mechanics or the military industrial complex. That was what you were known for.

For the most part, you were okay with it. You were willing to pay it all.

That was until you fell in love with Steve Rogers. Suddenly, you weren't willing to give them crumbs. You weren't willing to expose a love that felt this delicate.

You sit on the couch, huddled in your sweatpants, pensively staring at the blank screen.

This time, it was different. This wasn't a show, not a spectacle. It was real, an exposed nerve that the world decided was fair game. You were fair game and it was open season.

Steve settles beside you, draping an arm around your midsection. He kisses your temple, "Tony thinks it's probably best that you lay low for a while."

"Yes, well, my brother is the expert on PR damage control."

It wasn't the same though. You both knew it. Tony had done far worse with far more women. Yet, he would never pay the price you were paying in this very moment.

Steve's arms tighten around you like he's shielding you from the storm, "It's not right. It's not fair that you're being forced to sequester yourself. You're being punished but what exactly was your crime?"

"I fell in love with Steve Rogers, that was my crime." You fell for the man everyone wanted, the man who was in the wrong place at the right time.

"I'm sorry," he whispers against the crown of your head.

"For what?"

"You warned me this would happen."

It was true. You told him exactly what would happen, but even you didn't anticipate exactly how bad things would get.

You'd been with Steve for just under a year. And up until a week ago, only a select few knew. You both agreed to keep it a secret from the public. You felt protective over the love you shared, it was more real than anything else you'd ever had. You wanted to keep it to yourself, out of the hands of people that would tear you both to shreds without a second thought.

Steve felt the same. Though he was more worried about the enemies he made over the years.

It made sense to protect the relationship, to protect yourselves until you were both ready. You wanted to protect him from what you knew was lurking around the corner. Steve was still so new to the 21st century. Dating in the public eye wasn't easy. Dating a Stark wasn't easy. For almost an entire year, you used every publicity trick in the book - and it worked.

But then, you heard it, the whispers, rumors bubbled about your newest future ex-lover.

You only agreed to going public because everyone told you it was time, because they promised that the timing couldn't have worked out better than this. It was better to do this on your own terms than have it leaked.

No one knew how bad it would get.

"Are you sure? There's no going back after this," you whisper, standing in the hallway of your apartment. You could practically hear the cameras flashing outside your apartment. You'd never been this nervous to leave your apartment before. You'd been through the plan a million times. You'd be exposed to the cameras for a matter of seconds. Happy was already waiting with the door to your SUV open, ready for you to jump in. You'd walk outside holding Steve's hand - a sort of silent announcement to the world. "It won't be easy."

"I don't care," Steve promises, kissing the palm of your hand. "I'm tired of hiding. I'm proud to call you mine."

You tenderly stroke his cheek, "And if it blows up in your pretty face?"

He smiles down at you, "You're worth it."

"We'll pay the price, I guess." But deep down, you know. You'll pay the price, he won't.

The cameras had never been that loud before. Even though your announcement went off without a hitch, even though your publicist couldn't have been more pleased, not even they could have predicted how bad things would get.

It seemed like the whole world was calling you that four letter word.

At first, it was mostly online. People were mean, you knew that. You were prepared for nasty comments. Steve's most staunch supporters thought he could do better. People rejoiced in the spectacle your love life turned into. You were a laughing stock all over again. All that you were prepared for. Then some rabid fans leaked your phone number.

You decided that it would be a good time to disconnect anyway.

But it didn't end there. Not even close.

The day after you were expected to make an appearance for a charity you founded. It was just a quick 2 minute speech. And though the event had been throughly vetted, you'd never forget the way your blood ran cold when mid-sentence someone screamed that four letter word over and over again until security dragged them out. You continued until your speech was done, but there was no hiding the way your hands trembled.

From what you heard, the video was still making its rounds online.

You were expected to make an appearance two days after that. An event honoring your father. An event you poured your blood, sweat, and tears into to make sure it was impeccable, an event worthy of honoring your father. The same event you were practically uninvited from.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's just me. I come in peace," Tony jokes.

"I'm glad," you sigh. "I was worried I was going to have to get another number."

Tony sighs into the phone, "How are you holding up?"

"I've been better."

"I'm afraid I don't come bearing good news."

"What now, Tony?"

"That event you had Friday night, the one for dad?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You already knew were this was going. "What about it?"

"They want me to take over for you."

You bitterly scoff, "This week just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"

"You say the word and I'll tell them to fuck off."

"No, don't do that. It's for dad."

"You planned this whole thing single-handedly. You deserve to be the one up there." You don't say a word. He's right, you both know it. It doesn't change the situation you've been put in. "You are still going, right? Come on, you have to go."

"They broke into my house, Tony."

"What? Are you okay?"

"Happy just told me," you explain, sparing Tony the most gory details. "The one in L.A. Apparently, it is now covered in spray paint. You wanna guess what they wrote?"

"Where was your security?" Tony demands.

"Here. Trying to keep people off my sidewalk."

"I'm so sorry."

"I just - I don't think it's a good idea. At least until I get more security."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you've got Steve there. At least I know he'll keep you safe."

You almost smile. Tony was never his biggest fan, but you mostly credit that to him being an overprotective big brother. And the situation you'd found yourself in did nothing to win Tony's over good graces, "It's not his fault, Tony."

"It kinda is, but I digress. Listen, we'll figure this out, alright? I'll go streak in front of the Tower if that'll take some heat off of you."

And though you effectively doubled your security in the last two days, nothing would change anyone's mind about you. You were the villain tainting their hero.

You broke down after that call, violently sobbing against Steve's shoulder. He just pulled you in even tighter.

It reminds you of why you're doing all this. So you can be together, out in the open. That in a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

You squeeze his hand, "You're worth it."

"I'm not worth having your reputation torn to shreds."

And maybe they're right about you. Maybe you do get love struck. Maybe his eyes are like the world's strongest liquor, and it went straight to your head. Maybe you do get love sick. Sure, your life has momentarily fallen apart. It's magic, madness, heaven, and sin, all rolled into one. But if they're going to call you a slut, it might be worth it for once. "But what if all I need is you?"

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[chiefduckgarden]

Sweet Nothing

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

A/N: sorry if there's any grammatical mistakes, it's 3:25 in the morning.

It was a rainy saturday afternoon and Elizabeth was finishing her grocery shopping, after spending the last thirty minutes finding everything she had wroten on her little list, she was ready to go home.

Waiting on the line to pay was one of the most boring things on earth. Or at leat that's how it felt for Lizzie.

But there she was, all hid behind her blue dodgers baseball cap, her big black sunglasses and her face mask. There were three people in front of her, she just needed to be a little more patient.

She looked on the shelves around her and pick up a chocolate bar to put it in her basket. A magazine standing next to the other candies caught up her attention.

Her face was all over the cover, and a slightly smaller picture of you on her side, only with a heart break image in between. She couldn't help but roll her eyes before reading the headline on it.

"Actress of the moment Elizabeth Olsen and her girlfriend, writer and director Y/N Y/LN: rumors on their broke up."

She left the magazine back on the shelf and noticed similar headlines on the other magazines behind it.

"What's going on between Elizabeth Olsen and her ex-girlfriend?"

"Everything we know about the rumors between Elizabeth Olsen and Y/N Y/LN"

She didn't even bothered to read them, it was ridiculous the way press was trying to dig into her private life.

Luckily for her, the line moved fast and in less than twenty minutes she was walking back to her car.

On the way out she spotted two or three paparazzi taking pictures of her. She pretend she didn't see them but she moved her groceries to her car quicker than other days to get out of that place as soon as possible.

On the drive home she felt her heart beat raising and her hands shaking, knowing she probably was having anxiety.

The moment she parked in front of her house she got out of the car and ran inside. She didn't notice the moment she started to cry but she could feel the wetness on her face.

Once she was in the safety of her home she finally tried control her breath in order to control her feelings. But it was hard to control them when all she could felt was her body going numb. It felt like she was going to faint.

That's when she felt a pair of arms holding her, and your familiar warmth that always helped her feel safe.

- Hey Lizzie, it's me, everything is fine darling, you're here, you're in home... Please baby breath with me okay?

She slowly nodded her head.

- Okay so deep breath in... And breath out... That's it, one more time baby...

Lizzie followed your soothing voice and after some minutes of breathing she finally felt her body relax, allowing herself to fall into your arms crying.

- Y/N... - she whispered with trembling voice.

- I'm here baby, I'm here.

You completely embraced her in your arms and she buried her face in the crock your neck, letting herself smell your scent. Something she has always loved.

Some minutes later she felt better and the two of you sat on to the couch in the living room to talk.

- What happened Lizzie? You had an anxiety attack...

- I'm sorry baby but when I was leaving the grocery store I saw some paparazzi taking pictures of me in the parking lot and I got scared... I was afraid they would follow me home like the last time...

- Oh darling I'm so sorry I wasn't there... You should've call me and would've been there as soon as I could... - you told her, holding her hand that was resting on your lap.

- No, I didn't want to disturb, I told you I would go alone and...

- I know but that doesn't matter, there's nothing more important to me than you... You're my girlfriend Lizzie, we're in this together.

She smiled and leaned on to sweetly kiss you on on the lips. You hold her face with your other hand and deepened the kiss a little.

- I know, I love you Y/N, I'm sorry I scared you today.

- Hey it's fine, never apologize for something like this again, okay?

She smiled again and kissed you one more time.

- So, what do you say if you go rest a little and put on some comfy clothes while I go get the groceries from the car and park it in the garage...

- Oh no, let me go do that baby, you don't need to do it for me.

- I know but I will, you just had a shaken day and deserve to get some rest.

You didn't let room for discussion and she ended up giving up. Sometimes your stubbornness around taking care of her was adorable. One of the many reasons why she fell in love with you four years ago.

Lizzie went upstairs and followed your instructions. After changing her clothes into her pajamas and washed her face as she listened to her favorite playlist (the one you created specially for her) she went back downstairs to see what you were doing.

She found a lovely atmosphere with relaxing jazz music on the background and a wonderful smell all over the room.

She silently walked into the kitchen only to find you humming to the song playing as you finished fixing dinner for the two of you.

- That smells amazing honey... - she said hugging you from the back and resting her head in your shoulder.

- Thank you darling, I hope it tastes as good as it smells.

She laughed and helped you plate the food for you two to start eating.

- Do you wanna know what I found out today? At the grocery store... - Lizzie asked you half way through the dinner.

You looked at her smiling.

- What did you found out honey? - you asked.

- That we broke up again, for the second time this year - she said with fake worry.

- Oh no! That's terrible - you responded with the same dramatic tone - Did you broke up with me? Or was it me the one who screwed up?

She laughed.

- I'm not sure darling... But I think it was your fault... - she told playfully.

- I know, it's always my fault, remember the last time we split up? I cheated on you with Margot Robbie... How could it happened again! - you said dramatically with a hand on your chest.

The two of you bursted into laugh and then went back to eat.

- I can't believe they keep going on with that, it's a little old-fashioned, don't you think? They're always saying the end is coming...

- Yeah, but I bet they make thousands with our faces in the cover...

The conversation moved from that and you started to tell her about your new project. You finally came up with the perfect name for it, something you had been thinking about for some weeks .

She listened to you smiling adorably. The way you moved you hands whenever you talked about your ideas and the way your hair flied with the wind blowing from the window. She loved you.

She didn't care if the world outside was pushing and shoving on her. She didn't care if they talked and gossiped around your relationship. She knew that, at the end of the day she would always come back home to you. You were the only person she would be vulnerable to, admitting that sometimes she was too soft for all the pressure that evolved her line of work.

You would hold her and kiss her. Listen to every single word that cames out of her mouth. You would always support her, be by her side though ups and downs, helping her with your best advices for her problems. You would be there even when she didn't love herself. Holding her hand through everything.

Cause all that you ever wanted from her was sweet nothing.

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[natashaaromanova]

and the last thing you wanted, is the first thing i'd do

i tell you my problems, you tell me the truth

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[daisybell17]

Dancing with Loki hc’s:

“Alright the food is on the way…eughhhh I’m so tired” You fall onto the couch and closing your eyes for a second

“Gods me too…This week was something was so damn frustrating” Loki huffed out as he laid his back on the floor and ran his hands through his hair

There was a short silence as you both laid there in exhaustion

Loki sits up and looks at you “You want me to put on some music?”

“Not really…i feel like i’m going to fall asleep” Slurring your words as you slowly drift off

“But if we fall asleep now we might be up till late”

“I don’t care let me sleep” You murmured back

You hear Loki laugh to himself

He then tapped your forehead and you look up to see his tired expression, handing you a glass of water “You haven’t drank since you got home half an hour ago”

You smile and take the glass, finishing it entirely in mere seconds

“Cmon let’s danceeee, it will wake us up a little before the food gets here”

“hmmm noooo! please just let me rest” You groan, slamming your face with a pillow

Instead of leaving you alone to rest Loki had turned the speaker on, blasting some modern Asgardian music

“Loki turn it off pleaaeeeee” He didn’t listen and instead started dancing

You removed the pillow from your face and watch as your goofball of a boyfriend started putting his heart and soul into the silliest and goofiest dance moves you have ever witnessed

Smiling at his impressive moves you watched as Loki danced to the music

(ik yall have seen the behind the scenes of Loki S1 where Tom us busting some moves, so just imagine the same thing)

As the song ends and another pop song comes on, A midgardian one now, he extends his hand out, inviting you to dance

You smile and shake your head as you are still so genuinely tired

“Oh cmon darling! don’t leave me hanging now”he pouts at you but continues to shake his hips from side to side

You watch as he tries his best to get you up, but now you give in, moving your shoulders a little

His face lights up as you start moving a little…he grabs your hand and yanks you up, pulling you close to his chest. Staring into his eyes you smile and he twirled you around.

Laughing as you spun, you both started dancing to the cheesy pop song. You love this. Everything. Every time you’re with Loki. Every moment with him felt like you could swim, even when everything tries to drown you

The song comes to an end and you both are panting, exhausted from dancing.

Collapsing back onto the sofa, you continue to catch your breath when…”We can keep the christmas lights up till January”

“And this is our place, we make the rules”

Its you and Loki’s song

Opening your eyes, your met with a blushing Loki, hand reaching out to yours

Grabbing his hand, you stand and put your chest against his

“And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear” Loki locks his eyes onto yours, his right hand on your waist, the other holding your hand, interlocking both your fingers

You both sway from side to side as the song continues to play, he swears you are the most perfect being in all of the nine realms, hell, the entire universe in fact, you were his, he was yours

“Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?…Can I go where you go” Loki twirls you around as the chorus starts playing, pulling you back in as face him again.

You rest your head on his chest and smile, enjoying this simple moment of love

“Can we always be this close forever and ever?” Loki leans you back, kissing you deeply. You grab his jaw, pulling him deeper. You stay like this for a moment before he pulls you back up and goes back to slow dancing, swaying you both side to side, twirling you here and there

“And ah, take me out, and take me home” He pushes you back onto the couch ever so slightly

He kisses you deep, hands on your waist, your own hands running through his beautiful hair. Oh his beautiful hair.

His knees presses in between your legs as his lips trail down your neck, marking you up, marking his pretty girl up with kisses

“You’re my, my, my, my…Lover” “L-Loki mhmph…” You call his name out as you become sensitive

The doorbell rang. Foods here! and things were just getting good…You push Loki off and grab the money to pay.

Setting the food down on the counter, you start unpacking the takeout packages when suddenly Loki grabs you by the waist

“Oh my darling not just yet, I want to dance some more…oh and! mark your pretty little body up before we eat…”

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(a/n): hope yall enjoyed this! ik it’s been awhile but a lot of things have been happening in my life and i’m just doing my best to relax for a bit! Also Loki S2 Ep1 was amazing!!

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[lokiusly]

Loki watched over Don’s timeline now and then.

He could never shake off the gratitude he had for timeline Mobius—how willing he was to help Loki save the multiverse when asked (after a lot of heavy persuasion mind you).

And so now, Loki felt this need to watch over him and his family.

They would have everything they ever wanted, everything that they needed. Loki would be their guardian angel.

Don had held up his end of the bargain, and now it was Loki’s turn.

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[wishglow]

*me at 3 a.m. reading about the same people falling in love for the 1000th time but slightly different every time instead of sleeping*

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