#that my boy thor does not need it so

[magnusmodig]

rough childhood headcanon qs / anonymous / accepting !

╰┈➤ 1 . does your muse blame themselves for their trauma?

||. As is ever the case with Thor Odinson, the short answer is still, in itself, complicated. Ultimately the answer is, in my personal opinion, yes , though Thor is an incredibly introspective person, and so he can be self-aware enough of himself and his family situation to see it plainly for what it was. Thor is not a doormat. But whether or not he fully commits to acting on what he's feeling, and thinking based that awareness is its own issue. One mostly steeped in how Thor views himself and partly how he views his own family (specifically: he views them all with blinding rose-colored glasses ESPECIALLY once they've died, regardless of the damage they've caused him).

For some context on what I mean, by "how Thor views himself", I mean that he is shown to have something of an atlas complex (also known as: superman complex, savior/hero syndrome, codependency). Everything comes down to him. He's the strongest, so he'll do it. He can outlive and outlast, so he'll endure. He's the eldest, so it's his responsibility. So on and so forth very often times coming out as "I will solve this problem for you" statements most notably with Jane Foster. He takes failure personally, especially when other people are at stake, or the collateral. And he will hold himself accountable for tragedies beyond his control at length. In "The Avengers" and a deleted scene in "Thor: Ragnarok" he actively and repeatedly lumps himself in with his family (aka his father and siblings, mostly), and their catastrophic, destructive actions and pasts — both of which are things that thor himself actually hasn't partaken to any large degree (unless we count the failed Jotunheim heist and even that he WAS going to bail on before his temper got the best of his judgement.) He proceeds to call them (his family) "bilge snipe", while using the terms "we" (denotating himself as part of the issue) and proceeds to call the metaphorical bilge snipe "repulsive". He does this again in Ragnarok while telling Banner that "we're cursed to fight amongst ourselves while everyone else suffers for it"), meaning his opinions on the matter have not changed since 2012.

And by "blinding rose colored glasses" I mean that Thor has another tendency to see the good in people, partly in nature and partly deliberately, especially when seeking it out. And he does this especially when it comes to his family, and he will justify their actions by trying to step into their shoes even when it may not always be appropriate. (//gestures at literally all of thor: ragnarok and how he still idolizes his father to an obscene degree thankstaika re: "i'm not as strong as you", and even further back to the way thor speaks to odin in thor 2011 at the end of his banishment re: "there will never be a wiser king than you or a better father". He also idolizes Loki in "The Dark World" with the line "loki, for all of his grave imbalance, understood rule as i know i never will" and to a lesser degree does this with Frigga in the same film "she saved us all, a thousand times.")

From a slightly more psychological perspective:

The long and short of it is that it is much easier to blame yourself for things that hurt you that were beyond yourself. Especially when you can't understand it, or didn't deserve it. Especially when they come from someone you hold in high esteem, and hold a lot of love for. Like caregivers and family. In a twisted way, it grants the guilt-bearer some level of CONTROL over their emotions and their situation that they did not have in the moment the hurt occurred. If you're can blame yourself, then you're at fault. If you're at fault, then you can feel guilty, and if you're guilty, then you can atone. You can actively work to make up for it. ( "By blaming ourselves, we maintain the perception that we’re still in control of the situation and ultimately safe -even when we’re not." - rosscenter.com) This is especially critical in children who go through this sort of parental dysfunction and neglect. And the reason why I think this is not a development saved for his young adult -> adult years is because of exactly what we see on screen.

Thor comes from a family that is just as loving as it is toxic. His father was so good at being a wise king that he completely failed at being a good father. It's something Thor even calls out in "The Dark World" ("I'd rather be a good man than a great king") after speaking on how being king is losing who you are to politics and mind games and war. Odin as a parent, and Odin's overbearing, all-encompassing shadow of a legacy is what Thor's entire character arc was always about overcoming. His mother, Frigga, is by far the most decent of the bunch, but she is far from perfect. To pull from a previous meta on the subject, my opinion on frigga/thor is as follows: " [...] an unfortunate cycle in which [Frigga] spent SO MUCH ENERGY [...] making sure [Loki] felt seen/heard and had “some sun for himself” that she COMPLETELY neglected to see that her other son was in just as much pain as the youngest was [...] And only realized how estranged they had become when it was too late, and she couldn’t reach Thor anymore. (She also died before she could make it right.)"

His brother is arguably the person he was ever closest to (even among his friend group), up until his brother manipulated and betrayed his trust, killed him, attempted suicide in front of him, tried to take over earth as payback, tried to kill him again, rejected him outright, and then got put into jail.

Suffice it to say that while I think that Thor's issues stem from deep childhood trauma (and only ever further reenforced by the fact he ages so slowly), my dude's got some issues, and blaming himself for past trauma is definitely one of them. (When he can't get away with internalizing it and avoiding it any longer, anyways.) I do also think to a lesser degree this behavior does also count towards friends, just to a less extreme degree. With the main difference being: Thor adores his family. He wants to keep them close to him. He's incredibly protective of all of them. Which isn't to say he doesn't love his friends, because that would be the biggest lie. But friends come and go. Thor will always want to be a good friend, but he wants to be a good son even more than that. And so in cases of conflict with a friend and a peer, Thor will gladly and readily call out his friends for their bad behavior just as readily as he would also dismiss and justify their bad behavior towards himself. (you know like not checking in on him for five years in "endgame", apparently...)

#(i was going to go into a whole thing about children and their emotional/mental development cycles) #(critical stages in a child's life to teach emotional regulation and where anger issues stem from) #(both of which thor has TERRIBLE times with throughout his appearances) #(but i might just leave that for a different post that goes further into my thoughts on his childhood in particular...) #(someone else asked this question too (i think 2 others maybe) so maybe i'll make a prt 2) #( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page . #( meta . ) — son of cosmos . lightning flows through thy veins . #( headcanon . ) — glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper . #( answered . ) — black feathers fall to a raven's call . #nonny asks #(one thing i think i should also mention is that thor is very much someone who seems to crave control) #(which makes sense given his upbringing) #(and so his craving for control comes out in various fashions) #(and this includes his self-destructive / self-sabatoging / self-harming tendencies and behavior) #(it all comes back to wanting control and wanting security because various needs /were not met/ in those developmental stages) #(which is all just to say: parental bonds are important and thor had virtually neither figure to count on consistently) #(...and oh boy does it show.)

[bucknastysbabe]

Oh Bucky you’re so fine <3

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Avenger!afab!reader, daddy kink, smooth talkin big lover boy era Bucky, banging in concerning places, confessions of feelings, pnv!sex, v!fingering, Big Dick Bucky Barnes, alcohol consumption, Thor’s Super Mead, the reader is IN THE TRENCHES down bad

A/N: Oh here we go again random Bucky smut aggressive as hell

Bucky was too hot for his own good. The idiot didn’t even realize he was sex on legs, hiding his beautiful body away under long sleeves and jeans at all times. You could appreciate the skinny jeans at least, often ogling his thick thighs around the tower.

You were down bad. Clint and Natasha thought it was hilarious how you watched him like a lovesick puppy. The archer would elbow you, teasing, “Careful someone might trip over your tongue hanging out.” They weren’t wrong.

Bucky was so oblivious though. He would play back with your flirting, shooting a million dollar smile and batting your shoulder but that was the extent. He had this five foot thick concrete wall around anything past flirty banter. You needed more, honest to god needed it. Your clit was raw from the amount of times you’d rubbed yourself to completion over the super soldier.

Currently your eyes were fixated on his thighs spread around a barstool. Barnes had been convinced by you to come out for once. Minus a couple of familiar faces, most of the Avengers were in this packed club. Thor was making Bucky take the rest of his Asgardian alcohol. Your lips quirked up— the shit had gotten Steve drunk as a skunk one time. He had the original serum too.

Maybe a little liquid courage would break down the brunettes barrier. You gulped down the rest of your own lemondrop and straightened your skirt. It was leather and way too short, but a girl has to get dick somewhere. Even though the puny men didn’t add up to Bucky in your mind. You knew he could put it down, there was no way the man didn’t have a huge dick. Two enhanced individuals in bed, the thought made your pussy throb.

Bucky’s delicate nose scrunched up as he chugged down the rest of the mead. Thor laughed maniacally, slapping the former assassin’s broad back. Bucky coughed, “Jesus Christ! The hell you make that with?”

Thor smiled enigmatically, “Tis’ a secret, soldier of winter!”

Clint’s annoying whine disrupted your watching.

“C’monnnn you can’t watch him all night! Take a shot and get after Barnes, sheesh!”

Bucky’s blue eyes flickered over to you and the bowman, a quizzical look on his flushed face. You turned to Clint, narrowing your eyes and hissing, “Shut the fuck up!” Barnes’ eyes made a scan over your body before he turned back to the blonde god. Clint guffawed and led you over to the opposite side of the bar, ordering vodka.

You whispered, “Does my hair look okay? I don’t look like too slutty right?”

Clint eyed you amusedly, deadpanning, “If you two don’t stop eye-fucking and do something about it I will. You look fine.”

You rolled your eyes, catching the shot slid over by Clint and downing it. You breathed out harshly at the burn, working yourself up to approach Bucky. Nodding at Clint, you walked over to him. As a former agent of SHIELD, you could do the deed. But the nerves were still there.

Bucky smiled down at you, cheeks pleasantly warm and his eyes slightly glossed. He must be tipsy. The brunette rumbled, “Whatcha’ been doing? Besides getting dragged around by asshole?” You blurted out, “Watching you.”

Oh Christ on a stick. Why did you do that?

Bucky’s wide smile fell a bit, his pupils darkening at your wide eyes. He raised a thick brow and intoned, “Is that right?” You stammered and blushed, looking down in embarrassment. “I-I oh god, y-yeah I’ve been staring you down.” A gloved hand tilted your chin up, Bucky gazing intensely. You fought to hide a whimper at the gentle touch.

He purred, “Been watching ya’ too, just begging to be looked at with those legs and that ass.” His other palm came down on your ass with a rough squeeze, pulling you into his broad chest. Bucky continued, “Been thinkin’ about sliding this skimpy shit up and seeing what little scrap you had on underneath.” His warm breath fanned over your gaping lips.

You were utterly struck, two seconds from getting down and worshipping Bucky’s cock under the bar. Whining softly you pressed your tits against him and pled, “Please! Want you to, got all dressed up for you Buck.” He smirked in that lopsided way of his and pressed full lips to yours. Faintly from afar it sounded as if Sam and Clint were cheering.

“Ya’ need it that bad huh? I oughta wine and dine my favorite baby avenger first,” he pecked your wet lips again, “But I don’t think I can wait, sweetheart.”

Your knees went weak at his pet name, the super soldier holding you upright with his grip on your cheek. Bucky chuckled softly, sharing more kisses with you. You lapped at his tongue, whimpering like the neediest slut. Smaller hands clenched into the leather of Bucky’s jacket, holding on for dear life. You couldn’t believe this was real life.

Was is that easy all along?

You blanched at realizing you spoke your thoughts aloud.

“Baby, I’ve been wanting you since your cute self walked into the compound,” Bucky admitted with a shy glance.

You suckled on his bottom lip and pulled back, frantically begging, “Bucky- shit! I need you to fuck me right now or I’m going to die!” He laughed again, eyes growing even darker with lust. He leaned down to nip your earlobe, purring in that old Brooklyn accent, “C’mon then sugar.” On shaky legs you gripped his hand and half-ran to the women’s bathroom. As horny as you were, the men’s was out of the equation.

Bucky slammed and locked the door behind you two. When he turned to you, you felt like a little bunny about to get eaten alive. No wonder people thought he was so scary. That glare was something else, thick brows furrowing, eyes penetrating your soul.

The former assassin grabbed you under the ass, slamming you on the counter, hungry lips sucking down your neck. Bucky hummed between marks, “Fuck you’re so hot, perfect angel.” You hiked up your skirt frantically, spreading your thighs to wrap around Buck. “No you,” you gushed. He moaned against your skin, peeling off his gloves in the process.

You ripped off your tight top, tits falling out under the fluorescent light. Bucky inhaled sharply, flesh fingers crawling under your thong. He snapped it against your hip, earning a pretty cry. The brunette rumbled, “You plan on wearing nothing hm baby?” You nodded and sloppily took Bucky’s mouth again, tongues intertwining. His cooler metallic hand pinched and twisted at one of your nipples, you whining and squirming in place.

With a tear, Bucky ripped off your slinky thong, stuffing the wet underwear in his pocket. Fucking menace. You complained, “Touch me p-please, m’so wet for you.” He smirked again, palming your sensitive breasts teasingly. Bucky murmured, “Yeah? I can smell it pretty girl, all soaked for me. Fuck!”

Your back arched painfully when fingers swiped through your copious slick. He drove two thick digits into your pussy, eliciting a loud squelch. He curled up into your g-spot, biting on his lip, eyes glossed over. You shook and chanted his name, fucking onto Buck’s perfect fingers. He groaned, “Yeah, that’s it, needy baby.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, c’mon Buck, please!”

Your frantic hands unbuckled him, almost crying from sheer need. Bucky shushed your carrying on, kisses driving you silly. You took his cock out and begged again, “Shit- Bucky, wan’ you to fuck me from behind, treat me rough da- Buck.” His blues almost rolled back from your near slip. You shoved your face into his thick neck to escape the embarrassment, leaking all over him.

Bucky growled, “Yeah? Need me to fuck you? Take you like a slut, Daddy’s girl want that?”

You cried out like a woman possessed, “Please! Please please please!” It was the only word you could utter at the moment. Bucky flipped you over, shoving you face down on the shitty countertop. The bulb above you blinked but shone on, bathing you two in a strange bluish light.

You gazed at yourself in the mirror, breath hitching at your debauched state. Smudged eyeliner, ruined lips, hair sticking up, and the dark bruises littering your neck. Bucky murmured nonsense into your cheek, rutting his thick cock against your slickened pussy. He was disheveled himself, muttering, “Fuck babydoll, gonna make me blow too fast.”

“C’mon daddy,” you whined.

Bucky’s gasped when he shoved his length into your cunt, both hands flying to your hips. You gripped onto the counter, eyes rolling up, moaning about ‘daddy’. He thrust into you in forceful movements, hips clapping into your ass. Someone knocked on the door, Bucky hollering, “Fuck off!”

You whimpered and shook under his assault, big cock splitting you wide open. Bucky panted, “S’good, babygirl is squeezin’ daddy s’good.” His big hands engulfed your waist, snapping your smaller frame onto his cock. You wailed, “Love your cock daddy, needed you s’bad!” He grinned and nuzzled into your sweaty nape, cock still pounding against your sweet spot and cervix.

“Yeah? You think my old crazy ass is hot?”

You babbled deliriously, breath hitching, “Uh! Huh! You’re so- god! Fucking hot! Not- ohmygodbuck! crazy.” Bucky kissed your shoulder, grunting, “But I’m still old.” You shook your head and continued, “Fuck daddy! Like you being older, s’good!” Your legs were shaking from his rough thrusts, pussy abnormally soaked.

Your eyes met his own in the mirror, you whining pathetic and desperate for the older man. Bucky wrapped a big hand around your neck and pulled you flush to his firm body. Still snapping his hips in debilitating jerks he rasped, “Such a dirty girl.” You agreed with him, succumbing to the mind boggling pleasure.

“You gonna cum on my cock babydoll?,” he cooed.

“Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!”

You cried and slammed your hands down on the counter, gushing on Bucky’s cock. He slurred out low curses, lashes fluttering. Meanwhile you spasmed and twitched around him, vision going dark for a second. You sobbed out Bucky and Daddy interchangeably, tears sliding down your cheeks. His cock was coaxing another out of you quickly.

Bucky begged, “One more, one more, c’mon sweetheart.”

His warmed metal fingers pinched and played with your clit, sending you up into another climax. You cried and seized up harder this time, hoarse guttural groans wracking your frame. Bucky’s hips jolted deep into your pussy, tip firmly nudging the bump. Your name left his swollen lips in a adorable whimper, nose scrunching up and mouth hanging wide open.

He gritted, “Can I come inside?”

You begged him to, feeling like you’d die if he didn’t.

Bucky’s baby blues rolled up.

You sucked in harsh breaths at Bucky’s hot cum painting your insides. He grunted and moaned softly through his climax, praising you so very sweet. He slipped out and turned your head to capture your bitten lips again. Both of you sensually kissed in slow, heady movements. He murmured, “S’pretty sweetheart. Think you wanna come snuggle with me after a shower or somethin’?”

You nodded dumbly, hand bracing itself on one of Bucky’s killer thighs. Lapping into his mouth another time you cradled a stubbled cheek. Satiation seeped out of your pores, picking up on Bucky’s saccharine emotions. “Yeah. I’d like that a lot. Can we get a shower first?”

He chuckled, “Careful whatcha’ wish for, babygirl.”

Oh you were downright ruined you were so down bad now. But now you could say Buck might feel the same, practically purring and rubbing against your sore body like a big cat. He murmured, “Pretty baby, good baby, what am I gonna do with you?”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #top bucky barnes #au everyone lives happily ever after #avenger reader

[rxmqnova]

Hi, I have a request, can you write some funny drunk Nat/Wanda? You know, when Yn went to her and she said like she has a girlfriend or saying a few funny things.

I always craved these kind of fics hahaha

Drunk

Y/N: 25 years old ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I sigh after dialing my girlfriend's number for what feels like the millionth time. Tony threw another party in the Stark tower and my girlfriend went there. I couldn't go with her as I only just returned home an hour ago from a mission.

She agreed to be home by 10 though, so we could make a cozy movie night, but it's nearly half past 10 and I'm getting worried.

"Alright" I breath out, taking a hoodie. I hope she's okay and just forgot about time.

Even though I'm completely exhausted, I drive as fast as I can and as I expected the tower is still full of random people dressed in fancy suits and dresses. I guess my sweatpants and hoodie don't really fit the dress code, but I couldn't care less right now.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Natasha asks me as soon as I reach the bar behind which she's standing. I'm not sure how and why, but she somehow always ends up behind the bar and makes some drinks. "You want a drink?"

"Oh. No. I just came to pick up Wanda. Have you seen her?" I ask, nervously tapping the bar with my fingers and looking around.

"I think she's with the boys there, Pietro made her try some of that Thor's asgardian alcohol" Natasha says, pointing at a small group of people in the far.

"Oh god" I sigh, mentally preparing myself for an encounter with my drunk girlfriend. "Thanks, Nat. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a great night" I shoot her a quick smile and take a deep breath to calm myself down as I'm really mad at Pietro right now.

I asked him to look after her here when I couldn't and not to get her drunk. Also I'm really tired and this will make things a lot harder. I'm so gonna kill him when I see him…

I walk over to the small group of people, greeting the boys with a quick 'hi' before spotting Wanda sitting on the couch, looking completely wasted.

Pietro's so lucky that he's not here right now. But he won't get away like that, I'll just yell at him tomorrow.

"Hi there" I kneel in front of my girlfriend, giving her a warm smile.

"I'm taken" She says without hesitation which honestly makes me chuckle. I'm glad she knows we're dating even in this state, but the way she didn't hesitate for a second made me actually chuckle.

"I know you are. Your girlfriend asked me to bring you home to her. Come on, Wands" I tell her, taking her hand and trying to lift her.

"Don't touch me. I'm gonna tell my girlfriend and she's gonna kick your ass. She can fight, you know" Wanda says, giving me a glare.

"This will be hard" I sigh. "Wanda, honey, it's me… Y/N. I came for you. Let's go home, okay?" I smile at her, but she's clearly not listening as she's just staring at my hoodie which is actually hers.

"Did you steal my hoodie? Are you a stalker? Y/N is gonna kill you" Wanda says, giving me another glare.

I sigh and walk over to Clint as he's closest to me.

"Do you know where Pietro is? I need to kill him" I tell him, anger building up inside of me. I just want to lay down to bed and sleep.

"I think he left with some girl. What did he do?" Clint asks me, clearly amused.

"I asked him to look after Wanda here and what does he do? He makes her drink that Thor's asgardian beer or whatever that is and now Wanda's drunk and thinks I'm some stalker who's hitting on her" I sigh, pressing a palm to my forehead and trying hard not to cry in front of everyone.

"Okay, come on. I'll help you get her to the car" He smiles at me.

"Thank you" I give him a smile back and walk back to my drunk girlfriend. "Wanda, sweetheart, it's time to go home" I tell her softly, kneeling in front of her again.

"Y/N/N, is that you? Thank god, there was some really annoying stalker lady" Wanda sighs. "I missed you so much" She says, tears filling her eyes.

"I missed you too, baby. Let's go home now, hm?" I smile, happy that she recognized me.

Clint helps me to lift her up, he puts one of Wanda's arm around his shoulder's while I put the other around mine's.

"Wait!… Y/N, you need to find that bitch and kick her ass" Wanda states, stopping to walk completely.

"I promise I'll find her tomorrow, let's get you to bed now, okay?" I tell her, trying to be as nice as possible.

"But she had my favorite hoodie on. The one you always steal. I want it back" Wanda sobs, wrapping both of her arms around me and crying into my neck.

"Wanda, I promise you'll have your hoodie back tomorrow, just please come home with me" I sigh, rubbing her back. Clint just gives me a look full of sympathy which is not helping it at all, but nice of him for trying to make me feel better.

"Promise?" She asks, wiping her tears away.

"I promise, my love" I give her a smile and press a kiss to her forehead. "Let's go, you must be so tired"

Clint and I finally get Wanda to my car, so I thank him for help and buckle my girlfriend in.

"You got it back?" She gasps. "You're the best girlfriend!… I hope you kicked that bitch's ass" Wanda mumbles the last part, making me chuckle.

"You bet I did. No one will stalk and flirt with my girlfriend" I tell her which seems to satisfy her, so I sit behind the wheel and start driving us home… finally.

I pull over in the garage and open the door for my half-sleeping girlfriend, helping her out of the car.

"You're so nice to me, do you have a girlfriend?" Wanda asks me on which I furrow my brows as I thought she recognized me.

"I do" I answer, cusious where this will bring us.

"I have a girlfriend too! Y/N is on a mission now though. But maybe we could go on a double date someday!" Wanda says happily.

"That's a great idea" I tell her with a chuckle.

"Awesome! I'll ask Y/N when she comes back… you kinda look like her! That's scary!" Wanda gasps, studying my face while I'm trying to get her to our room.

"We're here" I announce, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I sit my girlfriend on our bed.

"Thank you!" Wanda smiles, attempting to take off her shoes. "You can go home now. I don't think Y/N would appreciate if you watched me change, even though you look like her. And she should be home soon, because we're having a movie night" She looks at me seriously.

"Okay, I'll go home. Goodnight" I give her a smile and walk out of the room.

I wait about 2 minutes outside before walking back in. Hopefully she'll know it's me otherwise I might as well end up sleeping on the couch.

"Wanda, baby, I'm home" I announce, finding my girlfriend in the same position as I left her 2 minutes ago, her shoes still on and her cheeks wet. "Oh no, why those tears, baby?" I ask her softly, kneeling in front of her.

"Y/N/N, I can't take off my shoes" She sobs.

"Luckily for you, I'm here to help" I smile and wipe her tears away before taking off her shoes. "Let's get you ready for bed now, hm? Would you like one of my hoodies?" I ask softly, getting a nod in response.

Wanda loves sleeping in my hoodies just like I love sleeping in hers. We steal each others clothes on daily basis which I absolutely love, cause nothing is more comfortable than Wanda's hoodies.

I help her to change into some sweatpants and my hoodie which is not easy at all as she's already half asleep and isn't really helping me.

"Okay, you can sleep now, baby" I smile, helping her to properly lay down on the bed. I sigh in relief and lay down next to her, immediately having her cuddled up to me.

"I love you" She mumbles before drifting off to sleep, making me smile and kiss her forehead.

"I love you too" I whisper back. "But I'm not letting Pietro to look after you ever again"

After this I know a few things for sure… Wanda is the most loyal girlfriend ever and I'm really glad for that.

Another thing is that I will never ever let Pietro to look after his sister when I'm not here. We'll sure talk about it tomorrow and it won't really be a nice talk for him

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Chose Wanda, cause I felt like she is more likely to get drunk than Nat

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!! <;33

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Masterlist

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[literaryavenger]

Broken - final part

Summary: The wait for Bucky's trial is finally over.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. Innocent and broken Bucky. Mentions of Bucky's past and nightmares. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: this is the last part of this story! I had originally planned on making it much longer but I honestly didn't have many ideas to go on, so I decided to use the ideas I did have and end it there. So here it is, hope you like it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Slowly you start to forgive the team, starting with Peter that came to you one afternoon handing you some flowers and a teddy bear as an apology and making your heart melt. How can you stay mad at such a sweet boy? 

After about a month you're back on speaking terms with everyone, except Steve and Tony.

For some reason you can't get over the fact that they started the whole civil war and were the ones to decide to cut you out of it.

Everyone tried to make you see things from their side, even Thor and Bruce that were back from New Asgard along with Loki, who couldn’t care less about the whole situation but kind of enjoyed the chaos. 

After that night with Bucky’s nightmare you talked more about pretty much any subject, and he came to you everytime he needed comfort.

Bucky also isn't able to keep his hands to himself anymore, not that you mind, a feat that did not go unnoticed by the team.

You never miss the knowing looks they give each other every time Bucky hugs you or randomly grabs your hand.

Even though you couldn't bring yourself to forgive Steve yet, you start being around him more and more especially after Bucky asked you to start coming with him to his meetings with Fury.

The closer it gets to his hearing, the more touchy Bucky seems to be with you, as if his hands on you is the only thing that keeps him grounded to reality. 

The day before his hearing Bucky can't get himself away from you, following you everywhere since you woke up in the same bed, a thing that started to happen more and more every time he had a nightmare.

Some nights going as far as going to sleep directly in your room without even stepping foot in his.

Steve bides his time the whole day, trying to choose his moment, which came in the early afternoon when you left Bucky on Scott's floor with Cassie while you went to yours to get some Pop Tarts for Cassie since, not surprisingly, Thor finished the ones in their kitchen.

Scott thought that spending time with Cassie, which Bucky has come to be very fond of, would help the super soldier take his mind off the trial, and he was right.

When you get to your floor, and Steve sees you're alone, he doesn't think twice about approaching you.

He's speaking before you even have a chance to realize what's happening. "Listen, I know we’re not in the best terms right now, but I want to talk to you about Bucky."

As much as you want to ignore him you know he really cares about his best friend. And since he’s been nothing but respectful of your decision to avoid him, you think that him actively seeking you out means this is important.

So you nod at him to go on and, with a relief sigh that you're actually gonna listen to him, he does. "Here’s the thing, we both know Bucky’s been through a lot…" he starts, choosing his words carefully as to not give his best friend away completely.

"He’s been doing so much better, and even I realize that’s largely thanks to you." you’re about to protest, but he raises his hand to stop you. "It is. We all see how he is when you’re around, but you don’t see how he is while you’re away on missions. He’s like a puppy just waiting for you to come back, brooding away everytime someone that isn’t you walks through the door."

You can tell he’s trying very hard not to smile as he thinks about it, but fails miserably, before shaking his head a little and getting back on track.

"Anyway, my point is you’re important to him. Tomorrow is gonna be a really hard day for Bucky and I want to thank you for being there for him. Not just for the trial, but for everything I know you do for him. And, I realize it might not be my place to say but, as the only family Buck has left, I feel like I have to tell you: please be careful with him. After everything he’s been through the last thing he needs is to get his heart broken."

Steve knows maybe he said a little too much, but he needs to know Bucky's in good hands. Even if he does trust you with his life, he also wants to know he can trust you with his best friend’s heart.

He doesn't expect you to answer, your face staying neutral the whole time he spoke, and he's about to turn away when you basically throw yourself at him, giving him the tightest hug he’s had since you started avoiding him.

All you can think about was how glad you are that Bucky has someone who cares about him as much as Steve does.

Now more than ever you can see Steve’s reasons behind his choices, how he was motivated by his love for a guy he sees as a brother, the only family he has left.

You get it, you truly do, but seeing it makes you almost cry on Bucky’s behalf.

"I promise you the last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt him." is all you say as you let go, a wordless understanding between you both that you forgive him.

You grab the pop tarts you came here for and go back to an awaiting Bucky and Cassie, who are wearing tiaras and giggling making your heart melt.

The rest of the day goes fast and soon you’re getting into bed with Bucky, not wanting to sleep by himself tonight.

"Hey," he says as he wraps his arms around you. "I just want to say, in case things go wrong tomorrow-"

"Don’t say that, Buck." you interrupt him. "Everything’s gonna be okay, and you’ll come home a free man." you say firmly.

"Doll, we both know there’s a very real chance that I’ll be found guilty and sent back to the Raft. If that happens, I don’t think I’d be able to live without you knowing this…"

Before he can say anything else, you put your hand on his mouth, effectively shutting him up. "Don’t say anything, please. You can tell me tomorrow, after we come back home together."

You can tell he’s trying really hard to hold himself back, but eventually he agrees and you take your hand away, getting more comfortable in his arms and falling asleep in each other’s embrace for what Bucky prays won’t be the last time.

The next morning comes and Bucky’s a bundle of nerves, so worried that time seems to go by in a flash.

Suddenly he’s in a courtroom, asking the judge to please repeat his rouling one more time.

A full pardon.

He can’t believe it. Yes, he has to go to court mandated therapy and has a probation period to go through with the team, but still.

Now he feels like time’s going in slow motion, all he can see it’s you as he turns to your seat next to him. You hug him with tears in your eyes as you tell him how proud you are of him and that you knew he was gonna be okay.

Somehow, you made it real for him. Hearing you acknowledge it makes him believe it and then he’s crying too, not able to hold back.

Steve puts a hand on his shoulder, making you let go of each other and turn to him, a smile so big on his face that you can see all his stupidly perfect teeth.

You all finally get home and, as soon as you enter the living room on your shared floor, you hear a chorus of “congratulations!” followed by loud noises and confetti falling everywhere.

You’re as shocked as Bucky and, as you turn to Steve you see a surprised look on his face too, which turns confused when he looks at you mirroring his own reaction, the same question in the tip of both of your tongues.

But before you can ask each other, Bucky beats you both to it.

"Did you do this for me?" he's amazed, overjoyed and then as confused as you when you both shake your heads no.

Then the mystery is revealed.

"I did it." All three of you are shocked when you turn around to the voice, thinking you were imagining it, to find a very real Tony Stark standing in front of you, the rest of the team behind him.

"You did this?" you have to make sure you heard him correctly.

"Yeah, I did. I’m amazing, get over it." And with that Tony walks away towards the bar. There he is.

You turn to Bucky and Steve and since all they do is stare at you, you just shrug and go to join the rest of the team in celebration, the super soldiers right behind you.

You joke and laugh and dance all together for hours, until eventually you find yourselves sitting scattered around the living room, various conversations going at the same time.

You're sitting on Bucky’s lap, his arms around you and your head on his chest as he jokes with Steve and Sam when you notice Tony going behind the bar, where nobody else is.

You feel the need to follow him so you kiss Bucky in the cheek and tap his arms twice signaling him to let go of you. When he does, somewhat reluctantly, you get up and walk after Tony.

You lean on the bar, crossing your arms in front of your chest. But before you can say anything he speaks, not even bothering to turn around.

"Don’t need to thank me, Cyborg deserves it.- You roll your eyes at the nickname, but decide to let it go for the time being.

"So what, you’re his biggest fan now?" You know you were kind of pushing it, but you just need to know what changed.

He turns around and you get ready for him to yell at you again, but instead he smiles in a way that was too sweet not to be genuine. Yep, Tony Stark is full of surprises.

"I’m not. But I see the way he looks at you." you raise your eyebrow at him.

"How does he look at me?"

"It's the same way I look at Pepper." He answers without skipping a beat. "I know he knows he's not good enough for you, but I can see he's trying to be. That's all I could ask for." he shrugs and turns back around.

You know he means it, as much of a genius as he is, even he couldn’t come up with a lie like that, that fast.

You stare at the back of his head while he works on his drink, both of you thinking of a way to approach the next subject the right way.

When he turns back to you he puts a glass in front of you, your favorite drink in it, and takes a sip of his own drink. After a few more moments of silence, he decides to speak first.

"I’m sorry. For keeping the whole war thing from you and for how I treated Barnes. I had a lot of time to think about it, I read all the Hydra reports we found on him, I rewatched the footage… I can see now it really was out of his control. I shouldn’t have blamed him for something he had no way of stopping. And I shouldn’t have kept something so big from you. I really am sorry."

You’re glad he finally sees things the way you do, but you can’t help yourself as you say "I appreciate it, and I forgive you, but I’m not the one you have to apologize to."

"Trust me, I know." he sighs. "Pepper already gave me the speech…" he says sheepishly.

God, you love that woman.

He makes his way around the bar and stops in front of you.

He gives you a hug and whispers in your ear. "I’m doing this for you, too. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me and I need you to know I meant everything I just said.-"

You’re a little confused at what he’s talking about until he lets go of you and walks towards the couch where Buck’s still talking to Sam and Steve.

"Bucky," he starts, and the room goes silent "I just want you to know that I’m sorry for blaming you for my parents’ death. And it’s not just because the government believes you’re innocent, after everything I’ve learned about your situation the past month I can’t not believe you were a victim and still call myself a genius. I also read some of dad’s old journals from when he worked with the Howling Commandos... You guys were friends. I realize you wouldn’t have hurt him if you had a choice. And I’m also sorry for the name calling, Terminator."

You roll your eyes with a smile at his last sentence while the others snickered at the nickname.

You go to stand next to Tony and wrap your arm around his waist and, when he wraps his around your shoulders and looks down at you, you gave him a squeeze, letting him know you're grateful to him for doing this.

You look at Bucky who doesn’t quite know what to say so you let go of Tony and make your way to sit back down on his lap, his arms going around your waist automatically. That seems to snap him out of it.

"Thank you, Tony. You don’t have to apologize, I understand why you were angry, but I appreciate it. Howard was a good man, he didn’t deserve an end like that." Tony doesn't say anything back, merely nodding and going to sit next to Pepper.

Well, that’s a start.

Everyone goes back to their own conversations and you turn back to Bucky, who's already looking up at you.

"Thank you." he says low enough so only you can hear.

"I didn’t do anything, it was all him. I told you, anyone with a functioning brain can see that you’re a good person." you tell him with a smile.

He smiles back at you, holding you tighter as you lay your head back on his shoulder while looking at your friends talking and laughing amongst each other. You're happy that things are back to normal, with the added bonus of Bucky finally being completely free.

The party eventually ends and the living room slowly empties out, the last people remaining being you, Bucky and Steve.

"Well, I’m going to sleep. You guys should too, today’s been a long day." Steve says, giving Bucky one last pat on the shoulder and, with a smile to the both of you, he gets up and leaves.

You’re sitting in a comfortable silence, not really feeling the need to get up just yet, when you feel Bucky leave a soft kiss against your shoulder, which makes you sit up a little straighter and turn to look at him, your arms going around his neck.

"We still have a conversation to finish… Are you gonna let me talk now?" He's much more confident than he was last night and you nod, curiosity now taking over you.

"Great… I’m just gonna get to the point. I like you, doll. The longer I spend time with you, the more I feel like myself. I feel at peace, like the last 70 years never happened because I know that’s not what you see when you look at me. You’ve never been scared of me, never looked at me like I was a monster. You spend  time with me because you want to, not because you have to. You don’t mind having me around even when we don’t talk and all I do is look at you. You comfort me when I’m sad, calm me down when I have a panic attack and hold me until I fall asleep after I have a nightmare. You never judge me or make me feel guilty or like I’m too much, and you never push me to talk about anything, you’re always patient and let me take my time. I truly appreciate everything you do for me and I need you to know that. And to be clear, when I say I like you I mean it in the ‘I’d like to take you out on a date’ way."

You’re almost crying now, your heart melting as you look at an expectant Bucky. You honestly have no words to reply, so you do the only thing you can think of.

You lean down and kiss him softly, feeling him kiss you back almost right away, his lips are so soft you almost moan into the kiss. After a few moments you pull away, forehead resting against his.

"I really hope that means you like me back." he says with a goofy smile, making you giggle.

"Yes, I like you too." you gave him another kiss. "You make me feel seen. You make me feel important. You make me feel safe. I love spending time with you and having you close. And I’d love to go on a date with you."

This time he’s the one to initiate the kiss and you can’t help but smile into it. Suddenly he gets up, picking you up bridal style and making you squeal in surprise.

He laughs at your face while he takes you both to your room, where he lays you gently on the bed.

"I could’ve walked, you know." You tell him while chuckling.

"I know." he answers before basically lying on top of you while you laugh, smile seared onto his face.

You hang onto each other as you fall asleep, more than glad to have found the other and both silently planning your future together.

Bonus part

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[jungle-angel]

A Boy And His Critters (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob think your oldest child might be an animal whisperer

Warnings: Mentions of birth, pregnancy, cuteness overload etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @withahappyrefrain @bobfloydsbabe

It was late in the afternoon in early spring, on a day when the hawthorn trees in your yard had just begun to bud and flower. Your birdfeeder already had more than enough visitors, your three cats, Freya, Thor and Pumpkin, having eyed them from the living room window. Already there had been fifteen calf births within the last two days with Bob, his father and his brothers and sisters having to wake at some ungodly hour to help with the births.

You were in the living room of your home in Montana, the soft Disney piano music playing from the speaker on your laptop. Bob lay on the spread out quilt on the living room floor, one pillow under his head and the other under his tummy while he gently rocked Baby Rudy in his little baby hammock. The sun streamed through the windows as you sat close to your husband and baby, the other three outside with their grandparents or aunts and uncles while you were busy carding the freshly shorn sheep's wool from the week before. You set aside your brushes and quickly took a snapshot of the sweet sight, hoping to add it to the photo album later.

You heard a loud meow and felt that familiar bushy tail brushing against you, looking down to find Thor rubbing against you. "You need a good brushing," you chuckled, teasing him with the carding combs.

"S'it the cat again?" Bob mumbled with a yawn.

"Yep," you answered, getting back to your work. "Rudy asleep?"

"Mmmhmm," Bob answered. "M'gonna go see if Dad needs help and come back for a nap."

Bob rose from his spot and kissed you before heading out to the barn to see if his father needed any help. "Hey sleepyhead!" the older Floyd greeted, tipping his black cowboy hat a little.

"Hey Dad," Bob answered sleepily. "Everything good?"

"Yeah everything's lookin good," Joe answered. "The hands have it all down so we don't have to worry until the spring auction. The baby go to sleep?"

"Just went down for a nap," Bob yawned. "I think I might too, my eyes are starting to itch."

Bob and his father conversed back and forth, totally unaware at first of the clanking of a metal bucket and the hurried footsteps of five year old Auggie.

"Bud?" Bob asked when he finally saw. "Whatcha doin?"

"Nothin Daddy," Auggie chirped.

"Doesn't look like nothin," Joe chuckled.

"I gotta go milk the cows, Papa!" Auggie announced.

Joe and Bob were humored to say the least, more so when they saw Smokey, the crotchety old rooster weaving his way in and out from between Auggie's legs. They followed behind him to make sure he didn't get into trouble, when he approached the female dairy cow that Joe and Irene had taken in, singing in his chirpy little voice, one of the farm songs he had learned in his kindergarten class at the so-called "hippie school" he attended with the other Dagger children.

"Holy shit," Joe chuckled. "Get a load of this Bobby."

Bob was thunderstruck when he saw the old bat following Auggie into the barn with Smokey still clucking away between his little cowboy boots. Normally it would take two or three of the hands to lead her in, but here was Auggie, five years old and barely up to his father's hips, leading her into the stall with no issues.

"Un......believable," Bob laughed.

"How the fuck does this kid do it?" Joe wondered out loud, a broad smile on his face at the sight of his grandson.

Bob quickly pulled out his phone and began recording, hoping to be able to show the others when they had a chance to come by. Auggie chirped away as he milked the cow until a startled moo came from her.

"Sorry Peach, but that's what Daddy does to Mommy and it works."

Bob stifled a squawk in his throat but not before Auggie began yelling at him in his best Shrek voice.

"AYE! GET OUT ME FUCKIN SWAMP!!!!!"

"August Robert!" Bob laughed.

Auggie hurried over but Bob was in too good a mood to discipline his son. "Sorry for using a dirty word, Daddy," he apologized.

Bob picked his son up and kissed his cheek, Auggie's glasses falling slightly off the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad you said sorry, but Daddy should remember the rule the he and Mommy put into place."

When Bob was able to go back inside, he showed you the video including the one of Auggie's Shrek impression.

"You'd think he was an animal whisperer by the way Smokey follows him around," you laughed.

"Sometimes I like to think so sweetheart," Bob yawned as he lay on the couch.

You set aside your carding combs and the wool, covering Bob with the spring quilt and snuggling in beside him, the two of you proud as ever of Auggie.

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[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Idk if your ask box is open or not but, (Jataka, Buddha, your choice)

[if its not open,I want your thoughts]

I feel like the out humans would trip out🤣

Adam would would cover us up lmao

Qin would absolutely kick everyone out of the room ect...

Loki might not have much control...

I feel like Thor would like this,

Lmao regardless have a god day/night📗🐍💚

It's not but I defo love this idea and this outfit. Jataka's so nice, he loves it, but it makes him sooooo shy. Love isn't a strong enough word- he's not sure any one word could encapsulate the full body shivers you gave him, the increasingly familiar feel of blood rushing south and the need to have you close to him all in one. So for now, he'll run his jaw sore telling you how good you look, and later, regretfully rub one out thinking about what he should have said.

As for Buddha? It's giving.... Eyes pop outta sockets, tongue rolls out of mouth, awooogaaaa- yk the works. He's downright obsessed, and boy does he let you know. Showing you off to everyone who will and won't listen, showering you in compliments and laying the flirting so heavy you might fall under the weight of it all. There's not a shameful bone in his body, and he shows you his least shameful one not too long later... Hehe<3

Thor is what I like to call perfect balance. He admires the coloring, the design, the sexiness of it and how confidently you wear it. He's not shy to tell you, but he's not borderline overbearing the way Buddha is, or reserved the way Jataka is. He admits rather freely that seeing you like that is doing things to him, but he rather show you just how much you affect him rather than speak it.

Now, I don't know much about the humans as I'm anime only (cough broke people problems) so I'll take your word on Qin. Adam walks around with a leaf over his damn crotch, I'll be damned if I let Mr Bare Ass tell me to cover up!!! But frfr, he'd probably be respectfully appreciative, viewing it less from a sexual standpoint and more from a "wow my partner is gorgeous in everything" view. And Loki....

Well, either you better find a private room quick or everyone in the area needs to evacuate, cause he's on go the moment he spots you. Id say there'd be no talking, but this S tier yapper won't shut up the entire time for sure. It's all compliments though!!! Very, very lewd compliments<3

Anyways goodnight/day to you too hon<3 and this seems like a great time to remind that I update my pinned with request info!! And fandoms I write for!!! Bye guys love youuuu

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[ashdreams2023]

Hi, I love your posts a lot and i was wondering if i could make a request. I checked your master list just incase someone asked it already and i didn’t see it.

Could you do a loki x reader, where loki is nervous to reveal that he is a frost giant to the reader and when he does reveal it the reader finds him like cute and pretty. Just lots of fluff and cuteness :)

(You can do a gn or fem reader i don’t really mind).

Have a good day/night! :)

My good looking boy

Loki x fem reader

Loki walks back and forth in his bedroom, he has been thinking about this sensitive for ages now.

He looked down at his blue frosted hands, his veins looked so pale and greenish, disgusting in his own eye.

You wouldn’t want to look at this everyday, right?

But he couldn’t hide this forever and he promise to share every detail about himself with you, regardless of how mad and twisted it may come off as.

You deserved to know and whatever happened afterwards…well he didn’t want to think of anymore outcomes because all of them ended the same in his head.

Alone.

"Loki? Am I early? I saw the door open and let myself in" you walked in and phased at the darkness of the room "Why are the lights off?"

Loki swallowed and leaned his back on the wall "Darling before you turn the light on I want you to know something"

You tilted your head confused "Is something wrong? You sound stressed about something"

"No i…actually there has been a secret that I feel you should know before we go any further in our relationship, it is a sensitive topic that no one here knows about but Thor"

"Oh my god are you sick?! What’s happening" you walked towards his figure who’s standing in the dark but he lifted his hand up stopping you from getting closer.

"No, listen to me you need to understand how important this is to me"

"Ok…tell me then"

"I am, Loki oddinson but I am also Loki laufeyson and with that comes a great burden, and I don’t to cheat my way to your heart, I want you to see the other side of me, my ugliest secret"

You blinked as the lights turned on and your eyes landed on him, his skin blue as the sky, his eyes red as Ruby’s and you could see the Smokey cold air surrounding the area he stood.

"I know it looks and I know you deserve much more better than this but I just couldn’t hide this from you anymore and you have all the right to leave me if you wish" he let out a breath and waited for your response, he expected the worst of the worst.

"Does it hurt you? I mean not being in your natural form all the time?"

Loki opened his mouth then closed it "No, not really, the only downfall is getting bothered by the sun easily"

"That’s it?"

"Yes?"

You sighed then approached him slowly, you looked up at his face, his features looked different but not unfamiliar, he was still your Loki, your same old god of mischief.

"Will I get hurt if I touch you?"

"You’ll probably get frost bites dove"

That didn’t seem to stop you from hugging his middle though, he was cold but nothing you couldn’t handle "I don’t care what form you have, I’ve seen you literally turn into ancient creatures, you think I’ll be phased by blue skin and red eyes? Don’t be ridiculous now! I would never leave you!"

"But…but I’m ugly"

You pulled away and crossed your arms "You’re still my hood looking boy, whatever you look like because at the end of the day I love you more than you could ever imagine and I’m happy you’re telling such an important detail about your life, it’s your heritage and not something to feel ashamed about"

Your words stuck him like an arrow in his heart, he felt choked but held himself together "Are you sure, you still want to stay with me"

"One hundred million percent, I don’t care if you look like a lollipop because jokes on you my standards now are YOU"

"….don’t let stark hear you he will be disappointed" he snorted.

You smiled shaking your head "you so nervous, honey you can trust I’ll love you regardless and no matter what, I promise so stop sulking in the corner and come spend some time with me pretty thing"

"Oh you and your flattery" he rolled his eyes walk up to you, the skin color coming back to his face the look you knew first came back into view.

"Smoothies?" You asked.

"Deal" he grinned at you.

#loki laufeyson x male reader #imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #headcanon #loki layfeyson x you #loki layfeyson x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki fluff #loki friggachild #loki friggason

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Brothers Conflict - what if Thor and Loki are in Love with the same Woman - Headcanons

For Thor it was Love at first sight - he fell for your Goodness ,Compassion, Intelligence and Beauty

It took awhile for Loki to realize that he likes you very much - he liked about you that you treated him with Kindness,loves your Charm and Sarcasm

Thor would invite you to watch him train - will show off his strength - wants to impress you

Loki will try to impress you with his Magic ✨

Thor sends you Flowers because he knows Women loves them

Loki pranks you a lot,flirts with you and in the next moment acts cold ....he doesnt know what to do with this overwhelming feelings

Thor invite you to a Date - Loki gets anxious and irritating - he would try to talk you out of it - tries to distract you long enough so you would miss the Date

It would take Thor a time to realize that Loki also likes you but he would be Confident that you would chose him - everyone does .... everyone loves and trusts him - who would Love the God of Mischief - a Liar ...or at least that's what he tells himself to make him feel better

Loki would get much friendlier and more flirty ,invites you to a romantic Nightwalk - will sit with you Stargazing

At one point they both start to fight each other over you

Loki wouldn't give up on you no matter what- you are the one thing he ever wanted and needed - he never felt like that before - soo accepted, calm , happy and in Love

Loki and Thor realize you need to make a Decision

choose wisely

Loki - the Bad Boy but does it so well ,his Dominance is so Attractive,Has his way to keep things exciting,is unpredictable , Passionate , Possessive

Thor - the nice one - good Boy .... Charming, Energetic, taking Action ,Stays calm in stressful Situations,Loyal

Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

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#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fluff #loki imagine #thor odinson #loki x y/n #loki x reader #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki marvel #marvel #loki fanfic #mcu #loki of asgard #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #marvel fanfiction #loki x female reader

[bit-dodgy-innit]

First

Summary: You fell in love first with Marc. It didn’t mean you loved him more than his other alters, but when you notice he’s hesitant to front after your daughter is born, you gently confront about it and assuage him. 

Another fic set in THE SHAPE OF YOU verse 

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, background Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader

Word Count: 4.3k 

Rating: M

CW/TW: Mentions of abuse, divorce and pregnancy, domesticity, sexual themes and content, angst, feels, fluff.  

A/N: Sometimes you need to write the entire history of a relationship before you actually write the scene between two characters you’ve been thinking of! Tre fun! 

I need everyone to know that I adore Layla and May Calamawy sooo much so that every OC I write must be intimidated and jealous of her because she is truly a goddess among us. That being said, I hardcore ship Layla and the Moon Boys in canon, wanted to make sure NO ONE thinks I’m a hater!

You met Marc first, through work of all places. Your company was doing a defense deal, and your superiors thought it prudent to hire a consultant to ensure no party was getting screwed over money or terms-wise. And it would have been, it would have been a perfectly prudent, responsible choice if your first thought upon meeting Marc Spector hadn’t been oh my God, why does the military consultant have such soulful eyes?

The attraction to him was instant. Suddenly you were berating yourself for not doing more with your hair that day, and of course you’d wore your least flattering skirt. The good news was that you were running point on this deal and would have more opportunities to dazzle the American in the coming months with your business acumen and your beauty.

Initially, you two were nothing but friendly professionals. You got along easily, which was imperative since you were liaising with the slow and infuriating bureaucracy of the Ministry of Defense. Marc made the painstaking work and negotiations your company had dispensed you two with tolerable, even enjoyable. 

You did start making more of an effort in the office though. It was subtle, you didn’t want Marc to know you were trying, let alone trying for him, but your heart would sink a little every time he politely declined your team’s invite for a post-work pint when you’d gotten up extra early that morning to blow out your hair. 

That all changed at a client dinner. Your bosses were attending as well as members of the Ministry of Defense, so Marc had to be there. The chance to interact with the elusive American outside of work was stupidly exciting to you. Even better, you were seated across from him at the table. You were damn good at your job, which meant you could multitask: you charmed the clients, laughing in all the right places during their boring and problematic anecdotes, and got as drunk off the sight of Marc in a suit and tie as you were on the expensive wine your boss ordered. 

Up until that night, you had assumed that your interest in Marc was one-sided. Hell, you’d believed it all throughout dinner too. It wasn’t until after the meal, when everyone headed home for the evening, that Marc insisted you split a cab and the irrevocable shift took place.

“You really didn’t have to do this,” you insisted as the taxi Marc hailed pulled over, “I’ve lived in London my entire adult life, I know how to get home in one piece.”

It was true, but the real reason you were protesting had more to do with the wine you’d consumed and the ensuing proximity to Marc than your personal safety. You couldn’t trust yourself not to do something horny and stupid. 

“C’mon, it’s no trouble, besides we’re not far from each other. What kind of gentlemen would I be if I let you leave unaccompanied with all the crazy shit out there nowadays?” Marc opened the car door for you. 

Your heart soared and your panties flooded. Trying to play it cool, you threw out one last protest as you got into the cab, “That’s not your job Marc, that’s why we have Thor and that white knight guy.”

Marc got in behind you and muttered, “You shouldn’t trust him.”

You weren't sure if he meant the god of thunder or the other vigilante, but frankly, you didn’t care because you were in the backseat with Marc. You couldn’t remember anything else you said after that, you knew that you apparently carried on a whole conversation while the cab ferried you across the Thames, but Marc’s lips so close, the scent of his aftershave, his hand resting on the seat millimeters from yours were the only things you could focus on.

The driver pulled to a stop and recited your address, shattering the warm, heady haze of desire you’d sunken into over the course of the ride. 

“That’s me!” you called over the divider.  

Marc told the driver to wait, that he’d walk you to your building’s door. Your throat was as dry as sandpaper but somehow you found the saliva to say “Thanks again.”

“No problem.”

You opened your purse. “How much do I–”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Okay well, make sure you expense this then.”

“I’m really not worried about it.”

“Right. Good night, Marc.”

You’d said the words to him, but didn’t move. Those dark, expressive eyes had you pinned in place. After a beat, you decided you’d been imagining ‘a moment’ and began to retreat. That was when Marc, rather Marc’s body almost independent of him, lurched toward you, crashing your lips together. 

Needless to say, it was a good kiss. The kind of kiss that makes your toes curl, that feels like you’re getting lost and coming home at the same time. 

When you breathlessly broke apart, Marc had sucked any sense out of your brain, leaving nothing to stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth “That was unprofessional.”

It wasn’t a judgment. Nor a condemnation. Just an observation. A statement of fact.  

“Yeah,” he agreed. 

“But I think how much I enjoyed it is even more unprofessional.”

“Fuck,” Marc swore lowly before kissing you again. It was just as good as the first. No flukes here. The next time you both gasped for air, he reeled. “We can’t do this.”

“I know,” you conceded. 

“Not while I’m working with you.” 

“Okay.” It was all you could manage while your head swam. Then it occurred to you to follow up with, “After?”

“Yeah. After.” Marc nodded. You opened your building door, he jogged back to the taxi, and that was it. 

The next morning at the office, you’d concluded that “After” from Marc meant he was letting you down easy. While you felt like you’d arrived at the office altered on a cellular level after acting on your feelings for him, Marc was reserved and distant in your meetings. 

You cried on the Tube on the way home and ultimately absolved him. The two of you had been drinking last night, and Marc was a hot American guy in London. He was probably drowning in pussy, why would he wait for a woman who was off-limits for another six weeks? It was your fault for nursing a schoolgirl crush on him as a grown-ass woman. 

His refusal to join the crew for drinks after the deal closed felt like the nail in the coffin. Marc didn’t want to pick things up despite his contract with your company being completed. You got absolutely shitfaced that night, so much so that it wasn’t until the next morning that you saw that he’d texted you. 

From Marc Spector: now where were we?

You thrashed in your bed in delight, giggled, and then promptly shuffled to the bathroom to vomit. 

***

You got dinner, just the two of you this time. Marc revealed that the reason he’d been so evasive had stemmed from the fact he was attracted to you too, but Marc was building his reputation as a consultant and wanted to maintain professionalism. He didn't want to compromise you and your job integrity either. All was forgiven over dinner while you got to know each other better. 

You’d never tell Nyla this, but you jumped into bed with Marc sooner than you would with anyone else. It was not a feminist, nor a particularly romantic thing to say, but you considered your fate to be sealed after the first time you and Marc slept together. The way he bounced you on his cock, then maneuvered you onto all fours and pounded you from behind while growling “Yeah baby, work that ass back on this dick” swiftly and effectively ruined you for other men. 

You found that dating Mark was like an archaeological dig. The closer you got, the deeper you dug, you unearthed a new revelation about the beautiful, but complex, man who would become your husband and the father of your child. 

Revelation One: Marc had been married before. That one wasn’t much of a surprise, given his age and experience in the sack. With a face that handsome, a cock that fat, and ass and thighs that thick, it only made sense that someone would’ve tried to lock Marc down. He didn’t tell you many details about his ex-wife, only that they were married for a few years and that she lived abroad. You were privately pleased that she wasn’t in the British Isles, a childish possessiveness fueling a small pit of jealousy within you. 

Revelation Two: Marc had been a mercenary. This didn’t really come as a shock either, you’d witnessed first-hand Marc’s extensive knowledge of the military and the black market, both of which were indispensable as you’d hammered out the deal at work. Perhaps it didn’t bother you as much to know that your boyfriend used to kill for a living when you could see how the vocation still haunted his features when he spoke about it, how earnestly he wanted to repent for his actions. It also helped that it was a nebulous concept to you, you’d never seen him act as the cold-blooded killer he professed he’d been, so it wasn’t quite “real” to you. 

Revelation Three: Marc had suffered trauma and abuse. It helped explain Marc’s path to his former dark line of work, not to mention it broke your heart to learn that his own mother had beaten him, a horrendous misdirection of her grief over the death of his younger brother. She had died recently too, which triggered a whole mix of emotions that Marc was working through. 

Revelation Four: Marc had Dissociative Identity Disorder as a result of the trauma and abuse. This one took some backup to wrap your mind around, yet it did explain why Marc never went out for drinks after work – Steven, one of his alters, had been TA’ing a class at University College London that met in the evenings as part of his Ph.D during Marc’s contract. It also provided the reason for why Marc had sort of lurched into the first kiss you shared. His second alter Jake had taken control and given Marc the push he felt the other needed. 

You did your best to school your features to impassivity when he told you. Marc thought you’d break up with him then and there. You didn’t, but you told him you needed a minute to make sure you could process everything properly. So you reached out to a therapist you’d seen a few years ago after a bout of depression. It took a few sessions and research on your part, yet it wasn’t long until you felt comfortable enough to meet Steven and Jake.

It was weird, meeting Marc’s alters felt like a mix of going on a blind date and meeting your significant other’s family. The apprehension you initially harbored dissipated in the first five minutes you met Steven, however. You fell for his accent, his dorkiness, and the way he looked at you like you were a treasure from one of ancient civilizations he was an expert on. It also didn’t hurt that he would eat your pussy for hours and was obsessed with your tits. 

You and Steven went on a few more dates just the two of you, then took a month for you to adjust to being present when he and Marc would switch and be co-conscious before meeting Jake. Your first date with him was at a salsa club, so wildly unlike Marc or Steven, and you had to pick your jaw up from the floor when your boyfriend greeted you with a Spanish term of endearment in a flat cap and leather gloves. Jake was less inhibited than Marc, a double edged sword in that he was quicker to anger and violence, but less guarded about his emotions and affection toward you. Plus, Jake gave you a reason to dust off your high-school Spanish. 

It took a few months, but eventually you four settled into a routine and ease with each other. Your relationship was unconventional for sure, but it was also the happiest you’d ever been. You’d believed that you’d gotten through the most stunning revelations from Marc, that you’d hit his metaphorical core, and everything from here on out would be relatively smoothly sailing. You were so confident that you started dropping hints to each of the boys about engagement rings. 

Turned out you still had more to learn. 

Revelation Five: Marc and both his alters had a stint serving Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. Superheroes and gods and aliens were a part of your life, part of everyone’s after The Snap, but you never thought that the man you slept next to would’ve been so directly involved in it. 

“You were white knight guy!?!” you gaped when Marc told you.

“Yeah, Khonshu’s Moon Knight,” he clarified. 

As bonkers as this information was, it was similar to when Marc had told you he was divorced or that he’d been a mercenary. While of course you believed him, you had never actually seen Marc’s mysterious ex-wife or watched Marc take down a target, the information had never been made tangible. 

It was easy to accept when you learned that your boyfriend was Khonshu’s avatar, because you would never see him in the suit. Apparently, the Egyptian god was kind of an asshole, and the men had renounced their ties to him just before you and Marc began dating. It was why Marc had been so adamantly against an office romance, he was desperate to build a life without violence, outside of Khonshu after years of service to the deity.

Marc had tried to push you away, even revealing some of these facets of himself in an attempt to get you to leave him, but you stayed the course. You patiently held your ground and told Marc, each and every time, that he wasn’t getting rid of you that easily. You received every revelation with a measured countenance, well, until you discovered that Marc’s ex-wife was The Scarlet Scarab. That launched you two into a row for the ages. 

“How do I compete with that?!’ you shrieked at him, “I can’t compete with that.”  

“I don’t want you to! I want you because you’re you, you’re not like her, you’re—”

“Boring?” you supplied. 

Marc’s frown deepened. “No, stop. You’re putting words in my mouth.” 

“So what am I to you? Your breather before you go back to her for superhero sex?”

“Ok, first of all I wasn’t a superhero–” 

“Marc, you had a special suit, enhanced abilities and fought criminals. That’s a superhero.” 

“You’re missing the point,” he argued. “Layla and I are through. She wanted to be a superhero and I’d had enough of Khonshu’s bullshit. I couldn’t do it anymore. She wanted the adventure and I wanted this, what we have. We made a good team when it was stealing artifacts and chasing madmen across the globe but we were shit at all the real stuff - well not that it wasn’t real - the relationship stuff.”  

You studied Marc for a long moment. You wanted to keep your jealousy at bay, you really did. So you tried to play it off, scoffing “Ugh, you’re lucky you’re an animal in bed and that Steven’s the only one who will go to that impressionist exhibit with me later this month.” 

“You’re being glib, which means you’re not mad?”

“No, I’m sad,” your face crumpled and a sob escaped your throat. You thought you and Marc had made it through the worst of it, the deepest, darkest parts of yourselves, but here you were, fighting over something that Marc had kept from you because you were envious. A nexus of both of your vices. “What are we doing here?”

Marc watched you cry, cold fear sluicing through his veins. He looked to his reflection in hopes that Steven or Jake would tap in, they were better at this stuff, but Steven denied him with a curt shake of his head. 

Not a good idea, Steven relayed through the reflection of the microwave in the kitchen, You were married to Layla and well, she fell in love with you first. Don’t abandon her. 

“Maybe I should,” Marc muttered.

You looked up from your hands that had been catching your tears, “What?”

“I should leave, I’m not the kind of guy who can do long-term–”

“STOP!” you wailed at him. “No! You don’t get to run away Marc, this is what a relationship is, it’s leaning into the hard times no matter how much they hurt and fucking working through it. I will not let you throw away the last two years of my life and my love for you, and Steven and Jake because of this. I’m angry about Layla so just comfort me God dammit! Or at the very least, call me out for being a jealous bitch.”

Your challenge sent a flare of anger through Marc, “Okay! You are being a jealous bitch! I’ve told you everything, everything about me and this is what you choose to get mad about?! It’s stupid, you should have run for the hills when I told you about the mercenary work, or the DID or fucking Khonshu, but you stayed.” 

“Yeah so now give me a reason to,” you fired back. “Why should I believe you won’t go back to your hot, super-powered ex-wife?”

“BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE HER ANYMORE!” He roared. “I love YOU! I have been leaning into the hard shit. I've told you about my mom and my brother, I let you meet Jake and Steven because I want to be with you for the rest of my life! You were the reason I finally renounced Khonshu!!”

Marc collapsed onto one of the breakfast bar stools. You went to him, afraid he’d switch unintentionally or worse, hurt himself. To your surprise, he let you collect him in your arms. 

When Marc spoke again, it was much softer, “What you call boring or ‘normal’ is what I’ve wanted ever since Randall died, but didn’t think I deserved it. I didn’t want to be an avatar or a superhero or whatever, I wanted a steady job and a family, but the dishonorable discharge, the D.I.D, the fucking birdgod prevented me from having that, made me believe I couldn’t.’ 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his hair. “I don’t want to lose you Marc, I love you so much. I guess…I got scared that I couldn’t measure up. I’m so afraid that you feel like you’re settling for me.”

“Baby, no,” Marc brought his face to yours. “I’m the one with D.I.D. and a fucked up past, you’re settling for me.”

You shook your head, dismissing the notion. “You really want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yeah, if you’ll have me.”   

Tears fell from your face again, but this time they were from happiness. 

***

The engagement and wedding followed. It was a small ceremony, exactly what you two wanted, that observed the Jewish traditions important to Marc. The honeymoon passed by in a haze of sex and sweat in Greece. With three husbands eager to consummate their marriage, you joked to Steven that you could barely walk after the week you spent in Mykonos. To your horror, he took it literally and you were greeted at the airport in Athens by an attendant with a wheelchair. It was a sweet, albeit a little embarrassing, gesture. 

Back home, you worked on getting your parents as comfortable with Marc, Steven, and Jake as you were. Jake started his own business since Steven’s schedule had stabilized now that he was teaching, and Marc had entered a phase of his career where he could pick and choose clients. You all had talked about kids but the concept was firmly filed into the ‘later on’ column of your marital priorities. 

Nyla had other plans. Honestly, you shouldn’t have been surprised that you’d conceived on your honeymoon, there were few surfaces on the Greek island you hadn’t fucked on. But even after the missed period and morning sickness, the positive pregnancy test shocked you. You and your husband were as elated as you were terrified. 

***

You all still felt as if you were white-knuckling as parents, but Nyla embracing her sleep schedule and improving on latching allowed you and your husband to exhale some. 

Your daughter had woken you up extra early this morning. The weather was nice, you were graced by a rare sunny morning in London, so you and Marc decided to take Nyla on a stroll in the park. Leaving the flat with a newborn was a tall order, one that demanded all the strategy and concentration of a military operation, Marc found. You both packed up all the necessities to fit in a single diaper bag while also keeping your daughter entertained. 

Your little family made it out of the house in record time. It only took 34 minutes to pack everything to go down the street for a walk in the park. 

You pushed Nyla’s stroller while Marc carried the bag. The movement had lulled Nyla back to sleep. You extended the stroller’s visor to shade her, but Marc insisted on having your baby wear the sun hat you’d packed for another layer of protection from the rays bathing Dulwich park in an early summer warmth. 

You figured now was the best chance you’d ever have at talking to Marc about his reticence to front around Nyla. The subject had to be broached delicately, sneakily, or else you may not get another opportunity. 

His insistence on getting Nyla’s hat gave you the perfect in. “You’re great with her.”

Marc shrugged off the praise as he dug for her hat. So you persisted, “And she loves you so much.” 

“Yeah, because I look like Steven,” he groused.

“Hey, that’s not true,” you stopped his search with a hand on his arm. “You have these cute conversations with her, when you lay her back on the top of your thighs. She gets so enthralled when you two ‘talk’. You’re the only one who does that with her.”

Marc poured the ensuing emotion into his search for her hat. “She’s so tiny. Why didn’t the books say anything about how goddamn little she’d be?”

“Well, she was a few weeks early,” you reminded him. “I wanted her to get over 3 and a half kilos, but Nyla didn’t want to wait any longer.” 

“Just like her mom,” Marc teased.

“And also much like her mom, she doesn’t want you to avoid her, since you make her feel so loved.”

It wasn’t that falling for Marc first meant you loved him more than his alters, but it did make you slightly more attuned to him. Your life had been made so much richer when Marc allowed Steven and Jake’s presences in your life, and you knew your daughter would only benefit from Marc fully allowing his presence in hers. 

Besides you’d heard about the last time Marc had tried to leave things in solely Steven and Jake’s hands, and that had resulted in Steven getting sacked for destroying a bathroom at the British Museum, the two of them getting shot and taking a round trip to the Egyptian underworld, and an evil crocodile lady trying to take over the planet. 

Your husband tensed, the tendon in his jaw working before he answered, “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“You won’t,” you assured him, stopping the stroller for a moment. “Honey, I wouldn't have married you, let alone had a baby with you, if I thought any of you were capable of hurting me or our child. Believe me.”

“But what’s the point, Steven is such a natural–”

“Yeah, and he’s wonderful. But tell me if I'm wrong, he doesn't hold the memories of your childhood the same way you do. He may have seen them, but he didn't experience first-hand, right?” 

Marc stayed silent, but didn’t correct you.

“He doesn’t carry the baggage quite like you do...which is nothing against either of you! And I know me and him have discovered, um…this new kink that we share, but that doesn’t mean I don't want you around. It doesn't mean you’re any less capable as a father than Steven or Jake. She needs all of her dads, Marc.”

Marc’s eyes drifted from yours to the sleeping infant in front of you.

“You each have your special little things you share with Nyla and it’s so beautiful to watch, babe,” Your eyes welled up with tears. Damn hormones, could you get through anything without crying? “I can't tell you how happy it makes me.”

“Baby,” he murmured. 

You composed yourself, “All I’m saying is that you can trust yourself with her. And if you ever have a moment when you don’t trust yourself, know that I trust you with Nyla, and I'm her mother. What I say goes.” 

“You’re the best mom, you know that right?” Marc questioned. It was your turn to downplay his compliment. “You take such good care of her. I know Nyla will never go through what I did because of you.”

“It’s easy,” you stopped yourself, “Well, it’s not easy, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but loving you and this little girl we made makes me happy to do it. So don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Deal,” Marc agreed. 

“Good, because when my dad gets in tomorrow, he’s going to want someone to talk about sports with, and you know the other boys are shit at it,” you quipped. 

Marc chuckled as he bent over the front of the stroller to put Nyla’s hat on her little head and tie the strings around her chin while she slept. He couldn’t hide the proud grin that brightened his face when he managed to secure it without waking Nyla. 

“See what I mean?” you used his success to drive home his fatherly ability. 

Marc returned to your side, draped an arm around you, and pressed a kiss just under your ear. “Thank you, honey.” 

“I love you,” you whispered, resuming your walk. 

Nyla was the combination of you and your husband, which meant she wasn’t going to let either of you get too cocky. The stroller had only made it another thousand meters before she began fussing, though this time, more hormonally-fueled tears threatened to pour from your eyes when Marc didn’t hesitate to tend to his daughter. 

Read the next fic in the series: THE MAGIC TOUCH

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[gunpowderdtim]

could i possibly please hear your marius backstory hc? no pressure ofc

boy am i glad you asked.

Byron, as per "canon", grew up on a planet with poor nutrition, poor everything really, with his sister, Dorothea, and his parent. (menntioned by kofi once)

Dorothea and Byron spent their time, when not experiencing the horrors, poking around ruins, trying not to die, and to scavenge what they can from the relics left behind by the long-crumbled ancient society of some sort.

(Very memory of water, if any of you have read that book)

One day, Byron and Dorothea stumble across an entrance to some sort of old science facility, or warehouse, or perhaps hangar is the best word.

And together, they discover Kismet, Fate, (or, more pertinently within my mechs canon, fate in the matter that a story has its written ending.) - and Byron begins piloting it.

A sword in a stone, one might say.

Arthur.

When Arthur got his railgun, that started his destiny.

Byron did not have a military grade gun.

Byron had Kismet.

Now what is Kismet?

A gundam, a mecha, a giant fucking humanoid robot vehicle that Byron then pilots to do plot things.

What sort of plot things? Exactly what doesn't particularly matter, only that Byron did not stop.

He just kept on fucking going. Until he couldn't. That sounds sort of familiar, huh?

Like Hercules.

[Zeus's] favourite trick is to offer [his bastard children] a place in the family, contingent on the completion of a suicide mission or two. Most barely last a week, but Heracles? Heracles is too mean, too tough, and too stupid to stop. So he just keeps going. 

Now, Kismet eventually will crash, with Byron inside, but thats to discuss later, for now, lets ask another question:

How does Kismet operate?

To me, Kismet is made of a very familiar metal - the sort, that we may know, "hums like a far off chant"

(the sort of metal i think all Mechanisms are made of, a far off chant, you say? like a song?)

And how, i may offer, do machines of metal like that operate?

His name is Kvasir, a low level member of the Midgardian resistance, but that doesn't matter. What matters is the dozen tubes and feed lines plugged into his veins, pumping blood through the arcane glyphs and blood channels and gears and sigils that line the chamber. The metal is the same as that which makes the track, and it hums like a far off chant.​

Blood. Blood that runs through channels, the life force of the user, hoooking them into the heart of the machine to feed it, to regulate it.

(We know the mechanisms are likely powered off void. They shimmer rainbow when damaged.)

Byron is Kismet's pilot, and, i would imagine, there has to me a mechanism of sort to pilot it, pilot fate, to me, i envision a cuff around his arm, with veins of metal snaking up his veins, sapping his blood, drop by drop, to power the machine.

Byron is the heart, in the center of machine, who needs hearts blood when you act as it? He controls Kismet with a cuff around his arm He is its pilot.

He steers fate.

Thor begins pulling levers and throwing switches seemingly at random, causing the glyphs and channels to move and warp their constellations.

Byron, most likely, pulls the wrong lever.

Kismet crashes.

And Byron becomes it.

Or it becomes Marius.

The cuff stops being around his arm, starts being his arm, fusing into his body, his bones, becoming it, becoming him, and Byron becomes something else altogether.

Byron Von Raum once piloted Kismet.

Kismet is now piloting Marius.

What is the relationship between parasite and host? What is the relationship between pilot and ship? What is the relationship between Mechanism, and the body a mechanism 'enhances'?

What is the relationship between a story, and its ending?

#marius von raum #the mechanisms #the mechs #asks #the amount of narratomancy i can shove into this guy is INSANEEEEE

[grievedeeply]

Thor and kratos headcanons for reader comforting them after a bad day (kratos after a nightmare and Thor whilst drinking?)

my boys <3 thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy!! also, if your name is crossed out in my tags section it means i can't tag you for some reason. sorry about that :(

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thor and kratos' s/o comforts them after a bad day headcanons

thor

he finds himself falling back into his drinking habits after a particularly hard day he spent around his father

he gets tired of being constantly belittled, and alcohol makes his mind quiet for awhile. it's why he finds so much comfort in it

you find him in the bar, where you expected him to be when he wasn't at home. you can tell whenever his day has gone poorly

his eyes are droopy.. sad, even though in his drunken state he can barely remember what was said to him that hurt him so badly

you'll have him leave, returning to your home with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. he's much bigger than you, and it takes some time to get back, but you're determined

he deserves better. you know that. you kick open the door with your foot and lay him down on the couch, taking a seat next to him on the floor

"what's wrong, dear?" would be the first words to leave your lips

thor nearly cries at the sound of your voice. so comforting and warm. he shrugs his shoulders, but you can read him like an open book

you'll tell him he doesn't have to talk about it— the drinking or whatever led up to it— and he'll take your hand in his massive one, kissing your knuckles

he's grateful you understand he doesn't want to speak about it right away, but when he does he pours his heart out to you. he feels used. he doesn't know how to get out of it

you're not in his position, so you can't give him any advice other than to follow his heart. though, you insist that you're always going to be by his side to support him through anything

he feels like he doesn't deserve you or your comfort, but he has it. his heart swells at your grin, and he smiles back. a real one— and it's beautiful

kratos

kratos often dreams of the past. he dreams of his daughter, his previous life in greece.. and mostly, he dreams of faye

you'd never once felt unloved because of his previous marriages. you knew that he cared deeply for you, and the fact that he dreamt about his loved ones was always something you never minded

though, sometimes he has nightmares. they always consist of things that actually happened in his life, and he wakes up in a cold sweat, hoping that he didn't wake you. he almost always does, but you don't care

as your relationship progresses, you begin to comfort him through those nights where his nightmares are particularly bad

he pictures the death of calliope.. though.. most of his nightmares consist of a future without you in it

he dreams of you dying. sometimes, in gruesome, brutal ways. others, in your sleep or from an illness. no matter what, he'll wake up in tears. he'll turn to you, his eyes focused on your form to see you breathing

he'll let out a sigh of relief when he sees you inhale, but he doesn't go back to sleep out of fear of experiencing it again

you'd ask him what keeps him up and at first he refuses to tell you. as time goes on, he opens up and admits that they're nightmares of you dying

ever since he told you that, you'd be there to comfort him whenever he needed it. sometimes he wouldn't want you to, and tell you to go back to sleep, saying that seeing you alive was all he needed to relax

on other nights, you'd sit by his side, your hand in his. your thumb would rub against the back of his hand.. and he'd just listen to your breathing for a few moments to calm down

he doesn't even need to hear your voice. your presence alone is comfort enough

you'll reassure him that you don't intend to go anywhere anytime soon, and that you'll be around for much longer

he knows anything can happen, and that you could be ripped away from him at any moment.. but he remains silent, and just nods

he tells you he loves you, and you say it back. you'll kiss his forehead, laying back down on your shared bed

your arms would be extended out to him... your hands gesturing for him to lay with you. after a sigh, he'll give in to your wishes, and rest his head on your chest

the beating of your heart lulls him back to sleep.. and the nightmares don't return with you protecting him <3

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[ranchthoughts]

A Preliminary and Incomplete Attempt at Outlining the GMMTV Kissing Multiverse

EDIT: Update posted here! Thanks everyone for their help! Follow along with new updates by checking the tag here.

A work in progress, but I thought I would share the contents of my spread sheet so far.

I've focused more on the boys so far just because I am more familiar with the BL GMMTV shows. But! I want this to be as inclusive and wide ranging as possible so any expertise in het or other QL GMMTV shows would be much appreciated, as well as those familiar with older GMMTV BL. I need more data about the women of GMMTV!

Rules

Must be lip to lip contact

Must be shown on screen in a GMMTV tv series (no kisses from ads, promotional content, etc.)

(here's a lil peek of the spreadsheet)

Breakdown by Show

So far, I have looked at 29 individual shows (though I'm looking at 2gether and Still 2gether as the same entity right now because I don't know either well) (in brackets is the shortform I've been using):

A Boss and a Babe (ABAAB): Book/Force, Fluke Pusit/Ohm Thipakorn

A Tale of a Thousand Stars (ATOTS): Earth/Mix

Bad Buddy (BB): Nanon/Ohm

Be My Favourite (BMF): Gawin/Krist

Dark Blue Kiss (DBK): New/Tay, Gawin/Pod

Enchante: Book/Force

Fish Upon the Sky (FUTS): Phuwin/Pond, Louis/Neo

He's Coming to Me (HCTM): Ohm/Singto, Ohm/Gigie

Mama Gogo (MMGG): Drake/Ciize, Joss/Gigie, Lee/Cris

Moonlight Chicken (MLC): Earth/Mix, Earth/Papang, First/Mix, Fourth/Gemini [do Mark Pakin and View kiss on screen? Also, I'm debating counting the Fourth/Gemini kiss because we don't actually see their lips BUT it's clearly supposed to be a kiss on the lips...]

My School President (MSP): Fourth/Gemini, Satang/Winny

Never Let Me Go (NLMG): Phuwin/Pond

Not Me (NM): Gun/Off, First/Gawin [Off and Lookjun? I forget]

Only Friends (OF): so far... Drake/Neo, Neo/Mark Pakin, Book/Force [we will be getting First/Khaotung for sure... Force/Neo?]

Star in my Mind (SIMM): Dunk/Joong, Dunk/Pepper

Sky in your Heart (SIYH): Mek/Mark Jiruntanin

SOTUS: Krist/Singto

The Eclipse (Eclipse): First/Khaotung, Louis/Neo

The Jungle (Jungle): Krist/Lee, Mild/Nanon

The Shipper (Shipper): First/Ohm, First/Prigkhing [do Fluke and View kiss?]

Theory of Love (TOL): Gun/Off [how many women, if any, does Off kiss onscreen in this series?]

Tonhon Chonlatee (Tonhon): Khaotung/Pod, Mike/Toptap [do Mike and Toptap actually kiss on the lips?]

UMG: Nanon/Namtam

Vice Versa (VV): Jimmy/Sea

Warp Effect (Warp): New/Fah, New/Silvy, New/Fluke Pusit, New/Gigie, Fluke Pusit/Thor, Fluke Pusit/Gigie, Sing/Ciize

2gether/Still 2gether: Mike/Toptap

3 Will Be Free (3WBF): Joss/Tay, Joss/Mild, Mild/Tay [do Jennie and Max kiss? I don't think so...]

55:15 Never Too Late (55:15): Khaotung/Pawin

Our leaders as of right now for "most different pairs kissing in one show" are:

Warp Effect (7 pairs)

Moonlight Chicken (4 pairs)

Only Friends (3 pairs [so far 👀])

Mama Gogo and 3 Will Be Free (3 pairs)

In short: Jojo...

Breakdown by actor

Book: Force (ABAAB, Enchante, OF)

Drake: Ciize (MMGG), Neo (OF)

Dunk: Joong (SIMM), Pepper (SIMM)

Earth: Mix (ATOTS, MLC), Papang (MLC)

First: Mix (MLC), Gawin (NM), Khaotung (Eclipse, OF), Ohm (Shipper), Prigkhing (Shipper)

Fluke Gawin: Krist (BMF), Pod (DBK), First (NM)

Fluke Pusit: Ohm Thipakorn (ABAAB), Thor (Warp), Gigie (Warp)

Force: Book (ABAAB, Enchante, OF)

Fourth: Gemini (MLC, MSP)

Gemini: Fourth (MLC, MSP)

Gun: Off (NM, TOL)

Jimmy: Sea (VV)

Joong: Dunk (SIMM)

Joss: Gigie (MMGG), Tay (3WBF), Mild (3WBF)

Khaotung: First (Eclipse), Pod (Tonhon), Pawin (55:15)

Krist: Gawin (BMF), Singto (SOTUS), Lee (Jungle)

Lee: Cris (MMGG), Krist (Jungle)

Louis: Neo (FUTS, Eclipse)

Mark Pakin: Neo (OF)

Mark Jiruntanin: Mek (SIYH)

Mek: Mark Jiruntanin (SIYH)

Mike: Toptap (Tonhon, 2gether)

Mix: Earth (ATOTS, MLC), First (MLC)

Nanon: Ohm (BB), Namtam (UMG), Mild (Jungle)

Neo: Louis (FUTS, Eclipse), Drake (OF), Mark Pakin (OF)

New: Tay (DBK), Fah (Warp), Silvy (Warp), Fluke Pusit (Warp), Gigie (Warp)

Off: Gun (NM, TOL)

Ohm Thipakorn: Fluke Pusit (ABAAB)

Ohm: Nanon (BB), Singto (HCTM), Gigie (HCTM), First (Shipper)

Papang: Earth (MLC)

Pawin: Khaotung (55:15)

Pepper: Dunk (SIMM)

Phuwin: Pond (FUTS, NLMG)

Pod: Gawin (DBK), Khaotung (Tonhon)

Pond: Phuwin (FUTS, NLMG)

Tay: New (DBK), Joss (3WBF), Mild (3WBF)

Thor: Fluke Pusit (Warp)

Toptap: Mike (Tonhon, 2gether)

Satang: Winny (MSP)

Sea: Jimmy (VV)

Sing: Ciize (Warp)

Singto: Ohm (HCTM), Krist (SOTUS)

Winny: Satang (MSP)

Our leaders for "most kissing partners" so far then are:

First and New (5 people each)

Ohm (4 people)

Fluke Gawin, Fluke Pusit, Joss, Khaotung, Krist, Nanon, Neo, and Tay (3 people each)

Bonus! I don't have much data on the women of GMMTV yet but Gigie is emerging an early leader... (she's kissed Fluke Pusit, Joss, New, and Ohm as far as I've found)

Bonus! Actors I have listed on the spreadsheet who haven't kissed anyone in a show I've looked at yet: Aou, Chimon, Gunsmile, Perth, White

If you have anything to add, please let me know! Ideally I want the most complete breakdown of all the boys and girls of GMMTV's stable possible.

Some shows I know I'm missing, for example: I'm Tee Me Too, Puppy Honey, Kiss Me Again, Water Boyy, Love Sick, Home School, Midnight Museum, Cause You're My Boy, 10 Year's Ticket, Wake Up Ladies, My Dear Loser, Dirty Laundry, The Gifted...

thanks to @waitmyturtles for enthusiastically supporting this project. thanks to @chickenstrangers for filling in some blank spots. @sammie-lightwood-bane you asked to be tagged once spreadsheets got involved...

#gmmtv multiverse #kissing multiverse #this is a call for help! #please double check I haven't missed anyone #and feel free to add new shows to the mix!

[fleetinginfinities]

first ever of these but … the bachelors and my random headcanons/quotes/song lyrics/slices of whatever that fit them 🫶 apologies it doesn’t include everyone, these guys are my favorites and I’m having trouble channeling the others lmao

Sam

- drums his fingers/knuckles on tables, his legs, any surface when he’s anxious or impatient or excited or anticipating something. which, he’s always feeling at least one of the above…so

- his fingers. that’s all

- plays footsie under the table but not in a weird way, in more of a “I literally need to be touching you at all times to ground myself to this present moment and be happy” way

- loves full body contact — huuuge tight hugs, rolling on top of you in bed, pulling you into his chest from behind

- mumbles in his sleep and tosses and turns, constantly reaching for you and pulling you close

- blushes a lot. his cheeks turn the most beautiful peachy color

- talks at the speed of light as his default setting

- speeds when he drives, speeds when he walks, just Does Everything Quickly and with much energy

- is somehow both a morning person and a night owl most of the time

- but when he’s lazy or tired, there’s never been anyone lazier or sleepier

- always answers phone calls on speaker mode

- is unaware of his strength when showing affection sometimes, like an oversized dog

- prominent arm veins. enough said.

- makes you feel so alive. present. his energy is contagious

- there’s not a soul he can’t make friends with

- would absolutely love early/mid 2000s pop punk

- blindingly sunny smile

- beautiful, soft golden hair that he wears messy and literally sticks out every direction but in the hottest way ever

- he’s like the summer solstice. an everlasting day that’s sweet and warm and full of life but also peace. Sam, in all of his chaos, is your peace

- “i’m so in love that I might stop breathing”

- doesn’t ever hold a grudge

- smells like lavender and lemon. no I won’t be taking any feedback with this one

- big fan of flowers

- like, it’s not uncommon for him to show up with a hand-picked bouquet for you he collected on the way over

- could’ve worked in a bakery instead of joja mart and would’ve been much happier. sweet cinnamon roll boy

- is actually the heartthrob of the town

- as sweet and pure as he is, he also has a rebellious side and is often trying to sneak you in his room and toe the line of authority whenever he can

- is quite adventurous and doesn’t really have an ego if he’s bad at things or much fear in general. the results are constant entertainment and occasional catastrophes.

Elliott

- “I dream about you every night now. It’s really quite beautiful”

- is actually strong and built and muscular (totally looks like a red headed Thor in my brain)

- but touches and holds you so gently that it makes you want to cry

- extremely strong jawline

- gives that aloof kind of mysteriousness and quiet confidence that is magnetizing to literally everyone

- doesn’t have a toxically masculine bone in his body

- will talk to you for hours about philosophy, literature, films, art, the meaning of life, etc etc etc

- traces his fingers on your bare skin, lost in thought

- has the most mesmerizing, starry eyes

- being around him makes you feel like you’re living in a dream. everything feels ethereal and hazy

- if Sam is the summer solstice, Elliott is like the peak of autumn, when all of the leaves are at their most colorful and bright just before they fall, and you feel like he’s both the beginning and the ending of something all at once

- as a matter of fact: “is this the end of all the endings?”

- “you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else. you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else”

- loving him is the most intense, passionate experience of your life

- he would a b s o l u t e l y be the one that got away if you split up

- big fan of candles and crackling log fireplaces

- really enjoys a good row in his boat in the cool, dewy mornings and his back muscles show it

- his emotional intelligence is unmatched. you’ll never meet a more well-adjusted man

- romanticizes life in only the way a writer can

- isn’t just all depth and somber. also isn’t all pizazz and flamboyance. actually has a great sense of humor as a secret third thing

Sebastian

- despite how much he closes himself off at first, you feel an instant connection with him. you just understand him innately. and you feel like he gets you, too

- downplays how smart he really is

- genuinely loves to let everyone else shine. loves that Sam commands all the attention in the room. loves watching others praise you.

- is never competitive with anyone else and absolutely loves when the people around him win. the most supportive person ever

- really has a soft spot for animals

- incredibly intuitive. can read your mind like a book and anticipate your needs

- if he loves you, there is not another person on earth that would ever catch his attention or temptation. 1000% the most loyal boy

- “he looks up grinning like a devil”

- motorcycle rides in the city late at night when it’s raining

- sometimes doing something reckless is the only way that makes him feel alive

- in other words, he’s a closet adrenaline junkie

- can absolutely rival Elliott in terms of being the most romantic with his words sometimes — though it’s few and far between, he will never stop telling you that you’re the first person that he ever did, well, basically *anything* with and how special you are to him and how you’re his one and only

Alex

- it takes a special person to command his attention, he has always had fleeting attractions but he has never felt for anyone what he feels for you

- is absolutely a great person to go to with any problem. he has a clear and straightforward answer or solution

- is the number one person you want to be around if you just want someone genuinely uplifting to spend time with

- *always* notices physical changes and gives fantastic compliments

- is absolutely the dude who keeps his friend group together well into adulthood and middle age and beyond. he’s the one planning beach days, weekend recreational sports and activities, cooking out or tailgating on game days, inviting you for a bite to eat at the saloon if he hasn’t seen you in awhile, etc.

- genuinely loves a good romance or romcom as much as he loves the newest action movie

- fantastic with kids

- is very committed to you from the start

- will go to great lengths to maintain a happy and healthy and successful relationship. it’s the athlete determination in him

- has quite good taste in aesthetics. definitely has an opinion about fashion, home decor, etc

- has perfect teeth and a beautiful complexion in my mind

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #sdv elliott #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #yo what is with all the new formatting options here #they’re a Very Good Thing dont get me wrong #but I haven’t regularly used this site since like 2017 #relearning it as we go!

[visionsofmagic]

✦ mini masterlist: video games version

➤ info.: contains video games [pc, ps/xbox, & phone games]. requests are open [but don't forget that it can take long]. characters I write can be differ from these main games, so, always open to ask about any other games & characters apart from this list too. enjoy!

⭒ main masterlist.

✩︙call of duty

‣ simon “ghost” riley

⤹ four times ··· four times you think about how simon ghost riley will fuck you and one time he actually does. [link, one shot]

✩︙resident evil

‣ leon s. kennedy

⤹ staring ··· just a drabble. [one shot]

⤹ only I··· leon gets jealous.[one shot]

✩︙mortal kombat 1

‣ drabbles & headcanons [various]

⤹ mk1 men using their powers while f*cking you ··· [link]

⤹ how mk1 men will carry you ··· [link]

⤹ mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you ··· [requested]

⤹ mk1 men when they get hard in public because of you ··· [link]

⤹ mk1 men show their kinks to you ··· [link]

⤹ older ··· I think I need someone older [link]

— favorite place to kiss on your body. [link]

— calling them with the nickname of “boy” [link]

— what he calls you, what you call him. [link]

— how loud they are [link]

‣ johnny cage

⤹ you’re the prettiest ··· [link]

⤹ fuck you on tropes ··· [link]

‣ lin kuei brothers

⤹ saving [kuai liang, smoke] ··· they save you from an attack of lin kuei and propose you join shirai ryu. [link, requested]

⤹ they like to share you [lin kuei brothers] ··· [1] [2]

‣ liu kang

⤹ past lover, new era ··· you’re liu kang’s past lover. [requested]

✩︙god of war

⤹ pick one pick fav [mini game, special to my bhd] ··· heimdall & kratos headcanon/imagines [link]

‣ heimdall, baldur & thor

⤹ destiny [mini series] ···  sons of odin always found it hard to come to a conclusion with the same decision but this was one different; they agreed on that they were all fucked up because when odin sent them for a mission, together; bring a goddess, who forgot about her past, back to the asgard, he just gave them description of the goddess but they never expected… you. they never expected someone who will touch their souls, bodies and minds. [plot & masterlist]

‣ heimdall

⤹ one in nine realms [mini series] ··· after atreus’ sudden disappear you decide to bring him back to home. to bring him back, you visit the asgard and so many advantures at the door. however, the most unpredictable one is to fall for odin’s right hand man, heimdall. he is something else and eventually, you find yourself wanting him to be a good boy. maybe he will listen? [1][2][3] [4][5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11]

⤹ impossible to reach [mini series, requested] ··· being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn’t as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse? [plot] [1] [2]

⤹ wet dreams [oneshot, requested] ··· after a mission, heimdall and y/n travel around the realm as they get rid of the exhausting fights come within the mission. however, an accident occur and y/n falls to the water. being all wet in front of heimdall, she gives him no choice but just watch. [oneshot]

⤹ falling [oneshot, requested] ··· heimdall falling for a midgardian and being protective over her. [oneshot]

‣ oneshots, headcanons, drabbles & requests

⤹ FREYA, hate or forgive ··· no, ragnarok wasn’t any of your concern. you world already had its ragnarok when freya left you, promising to kill you because of what you did to save her. as you made your way to follow atreus’ wish, she came to your life again. but this time, you decided to give her what she deserves, even if it meant your death. [oneshot]

⤹ KRATOS ··· kratos writes about you in his journal. [oneshot]

⤹ ATREUS ··· fenrir wants to see atreus, and because of being mommy of him, you can’t stand to his sad eyes. you decide to visit atreus who is lasty seen in north side of the midgard. the little boy you saw 6 years ago is not the same and seeing him after a long time, hidden feelings come to surface.[oneshot]

⤹ THOR ··· a request from lovely anon: Could I ask for some (GOW) Thor fluff? Perhaps the (GN) reader standing up for Thor when Odin is being a dick to him?? I just feel he hasn’t heard one good word about himself in a long time. I think he needs it. [oneshot]

⤹ KRATOS, GRANDFATHER!MIMIR ··· escaping from odin’s long prison days, y/n manages to take a visit to the tree where odin kept her grandfather, mimir but there is no one. mimir is gone and now, she seeks for him as she follows trials of red colored marked man and a child [part I of II] [part II of II].

⤹ FREYR ··· kratos’ daughter find love with freya’s cute brother; freyr. [oneshot]

⤹ SINDRI ··· sindri and y/n confess to each other with help of atreus.[oneshot]

⤹ HEIMDALL··· what it would look like to have heimdall as a bff [headcanon]

⤹ HEIMDALL··· sub!heimdall [headcanon, requested]

⤹ HEIMDALL··· how heimdall would flirt with reader [headcanon, requested]

⤹ HEIMDALL··· jealous!heimdall who shows his jealousy to the reader [oneshot, requested]

⤹ GOW CHARACTERS··· where gow characters like to kiss reader the most [headcanon] – when they see you covered in blood [headcanon] – when they meet someone smaller than them [headcanon, requested]

✩︙star wars jedi: fallen order

‣ cal kestis

⤹ little touches ··· you and cal are sharing lots of touches that seem little to you in the first place but they begin to grow from just little to something more. [link, one shot]

✩︙king’s choice

⤹ a night in the kingdom ··· a sweet night with your right-hand man, Lance [oneshot]

⤹ from sweet to hot ··· as being the new queen of the island, y/n, has some sweet moments with her inventor, darren, but sweet moments turn into hot ones. [oneshot]

⤹ become queen of the kingdom ··· y/n take throne to rule the kingdom. she has enemies that want take her down from the throne but her unique knights and especially lovers always watch her back. however, things begin to change when a certain threat to the kingdom come to the light. now, y/n should be careful. she can’t trust anyone that easily. those who are able to gain her trust will fight by her side; knights and lovers. [plot]

VISIONSOFMAGIC, 2024. 🍏

#🍏 mini masterlist: video games version #☁ enjoy! #― contains: #god of war #gow x reader #gow masterlist #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 x reader #mk1 masterlist #call of duty #cod x reader #cod masterlist #star wars jedi: fallen order #sw x reader #sw masterlist #resident evil #re x reader #re masterlist #king's choice #god of war: ragnarok #mortal kombat #resident evil masterlist

[michelleleewise]

Chocolate and promises

Pairing: Avenger Loki x Female reader

Warnings: anxiety, nerves, pining, all the feels, angst to fluff,

Summary: you and thor head to New Asgard, hoping it's not too late........

Part 5 -- Part 6-

You ran out of the elevator, sprinting across the roof, Loki's cloak billowing behind you, making it to the jet "d..did you get...everything?" You asked trying to catch your breath "yes y/n, everything on your list is in the back." Thor said smiling. "Awesome, ok...let's go." You said tossing your bag down following him to the cockpit. You strapped Into the seat feeling the thrum of the engines. "How long until we're there?" You asked looking over "a few hours at most" Thor said flipping more switches "and he's still there?" You asked bunching the cloak in your hand "I am not sure. I haven't heard anything, but I didn't known he was planning to leave either." Thor said sighing.

You slowly opened your eyes hearing Thor's voice "y/n, wake up we have arrived." He said shaking your shoulder. "Oh shit, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." You yawned stretching. "It's quite alright, let's get everything..." he trailed off looking to the back of the jet. You got up, making your way to your bag hearing voices "I'm sorry y/n." You vaguely heard Thor say before he gripped your shoulders "Thor, what the..." you trailed off as he pushed you into a locker, quickly closing it behind you when you heard footsteps. "Brother, What do I owe the pleasure?" You heard Loki ask "oh, well I...just thought I would stop by" Thor said nervously. "Riiight..." Loki said, hearing his boots echo through the jet. "Can I not just come to see my brother?" You heard Thor ask. "I suppose.." loki said, suspicion in his tone.

"Come, let's go to the tavern I am parched after the journey." Thor said. You heard the footsteps retreat, letting out a sigh you went to get out of the locker, unable to find a latch. "Shit.." you breathed, running your fingers along the metal "Thor you...grr." you growled pushing on the door realizing you were locked in. You tried to ram your shoulder into the door, groaning when it wouldn't budge. Leaning on it you sighed trying to figure out how you were going to get out when the door suddenly opened, landing you on the floor. "Oh..I'm so sorry!" You heard behind you, rolling to your back seeing a young boy looking no older then ten standing there "prince Thor sent me, my name is Talvi." He smiled holding his hand out. "Well hello, and thank you for letting me out." You said shaking his hand.

You got up dusting yourself off "Prince Thor told me you are here for Prince Loki, are you a surprise?" He asked looking up at you. "Yes, L..Prince Loki doesn't know im here." You said grabbing your bag. "Oh, I think he will be very excited, he's been rather sad lately." The boy said following you "has he?" You asked looking at him "yeah, he never leaves his house except for meetings, but you'll make him happy." He smiled again. "Oh...how do you know?" You asked smiling "well, you seem nice...and your pretty." He said looking down, a light blush on his cheeks. "Well thank you Talvi." You smiled.

"Now, where does Prince Thor live?" You asked piling everything at the back of the jet. "Oh, he and Prince Loki share a house, they said the people needed the space more then they did." He explained making you smile. "Well, they went to the tavern, so.." you trailed off not sure what you should do. "Oh, Prince Thor has spent days in the tavern, it is legendary." He said laughing "oh...hmm." you thought to yourself "well, I'll be waiting here until he gets back" you said sitting down "Well I must return to my family, I hope things work out as you wish my lady." He said bowing as he took off out of the jet. You leaned back in your seat stretching your legs out, hoping Thor wouldn't be gone for days.

When she sings, she sings "come home"

When she sings, she sings "come home"

You opened your eyes, looking out the windshield seeing it was dark outside as you heard singing In the back of the jet, loud and drunken singing, peeking out seeing Thor and Loki sitting on the bench.....

I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

Og synger: "når kommer du hjem?"

You had no idea what be was singing, you only heard him speak his native tongue a few times, usually when he was mad at Thor. but his voice was angelic, entrancing. the deep baritone sending a shiver up your spine feeling your heart swell. You could listen to him until the end of time.

Men trærne danser og fossene stanser

Når hun synger, hun synger "kom hjem"

Men trærne danser og fossene stanser

They sang together, Thor laughing as Loki slumped down next to him, his head laying on Thor's shoulder "I miss our times in the tavern brother." Loki slurred making you giggle, you had never seen him drunk before, remembering him saying our alcohol was "sub par." "I miss them as well, we shall have to do this more often." Thor said laughing when Loki sat up "Thor..." he said shifting to face him raising his hand pointing at himself "I have decided to depart." He finished, waving his arm in the air. "Oh....where to?" Thor asked "no idea...just not here." Loki said pressing his back against the wall "and what would make you depart?" Thor asked "because I have lost the one person I truly love." He said laying his head on Thor's shoulder again "you don't know that, wait and speak with her first." Thor said "it doesn't matter...she won't have me, and I don't want to be here if I can't have her." He said sighing.

You heard Thor say something but couldn't make it out as you sat back against the wall in the cockpit "h...he loves me?" You whispered to yourself pulling your knees up wrapping your arms around them. You weren't sure how long you sat there when Thor crept in "y/n...come we must hurry." He whispered waving you after him. You got up, walking to the back of the jet seeing Loki sprawled out on the bench, his long curls fanning above his head, one hand on his chest the other over his eyes. "He won't sleep long so we need to be quick." Thor said grabbing your equipment heading outside. You grabbed your bag taking one last look at Loki before following Thor, carrying everything to the main hall.

"Ok, you do what you need to, I will go take Loki home, when you are finished come over and I shall sneak you in." Thor said setting everything down giving you directions to the house before starting for the door "oh Thor.." you called out seeing him turn "Thank you, for all of this." You said smiling "for my brother and you...anytime." he smiled walking out the door as you got to work setting everything up, hoping you were right and things wouldn't backfire...

You stood in the small room, fidgeting with your fingers hearing the main room fill with people. Apparently the town decided to throw a feast in Thor's honor so the entire town was here. Luckily for you he had drug Loki out of the house first thing in the morning, sending a seamstress to the house who then called for a small army of women to put your outfit together while they attended council meetings all day. You looked in the mirror, the long silk jacket went down to your wrists, leaving a large slit open in the front where your black lace teddy showed front and center, your belt holding it together at your waist as it cascaded down to the floor "God I hope I don't trip." You said adjusting the belt, smoothing out the skin tight leather pants, the forest green hue matching the jacket.

You sat down, grabbing your heels taking a deep breath. If you were wrong about this you were about to make an utter fool of yourself in front of the entirety of Asgard, and Loki. You bent down, lacing your heels when you heard a knock on the door, seeing it slowly open revealing Thor. "You look magnificent y/n." He said smiling. "I think im going to throw up." You said leaning over feeling Thor sit down next to you "remember y/n, above all else he is your friend, he loves you and I believe he will be honored by your bravery." He said rubbing your back. "Now, I will announce that someone has prepared a song for the Prince, and you come out when your ready." He smiled standing up. "Thor.." you started, grabbing his hand "He won't say no, trust me." He said squeezing your hand before leaving.

You stood up, fluffing your hair checking you makeup hearing Thor's booming voice "ladies and gentlemen, we have the honor of listening to a very talented performer who has prepared a song for our very own Prince Loki! Let's make them feel welcome!" He said as you heard the room erupt in applause "Well, now or never." You said walking towards the main hall. You looked down, keeping your hair covering your face as you made your way to your machine, finding the song you hit play as the lights dimmed. Turning your back to the crowd you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath lifting the mic to your lips.

Again, you're gone, off on a different path than mine...i'm left behind, wondering if I should follow

You had to go, and of course it's always fine...I probably could catch up with you tomorrow

But is this what it feels like to be growing apart?...When did I become the one who's always chasing your heart?

You turned to the crowd, the train of your coat whipping behind you as you looked out to the packed room, your eyes meeting his...

Now I turn around and find I am lost in the woods...North is south, right is left, when you're gone

I'm the one who sees you home, but now I'm lost in the woods...And I don't know what path you are on

I'm lost in the woods

You took a few steps forward, looking around the room seeing people smiling at you, your eyes traveling back to the front of the room seeing Loki sat stock still, his cheeks a light pink.

Up till now the next step was a question of how...I never thought it was a question of whether

Who am I, if I'm not your gal?...Where am I, if we're not together forever?

Now I know you're my true north, 'cause I am lost in the woods...Up is down, day is night, when you're not there

You held eye contact with him, wiling him to feel everything you felt for him as you strode through the room, your palms sweating the closer to him you got.

Oh, you're my only landmark, so I'm lost in the woods...Wondering if you still care

But I'll wait for a sign that I'm on your path...Cause you are mine...until then, I'm lost in the woods

You felt the base run through you, the look in his eyes not betraying whatever emotion he may be feeling as you stode closer, seeing Thor's smile widen.

I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods...I'm lost in the woods

You made it to the bottom of the high table, Loki and thor sat with several others high above you as you took a breath, closing your eyes feeling your heart race in your chest.

I'm lost in the woods

The room thrummed with applause, Thor's loudest of all when you looked to Loki, you're eyes locking with his you lifted the mic to your lips knowing this was either the best decision of your life or the worst "jeg elsker deg Loki Laufeyson" you whispered, seeing his breath hitch as your hands shook, the anticipation eating you alive when he suddenly got up, his face indifferent as he slowly made his way down to you, stopping in front of you you saw the red spread across his cheeks as he genlty wrapped his hand around yours, lifting the mic to his lips "jeg elsker deg min valkyrie" He whispered, a smile spreading across his face as you grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him to you you pressed your lips to his, pouring every emotion you had into him, feeling his hands glide up and down your back when be pulled back just enough to look at you

"i..what about our friendship. I don't want to ruin that." He said gazing into your eyes "loki, I'm definitely going to need you to do that, immediately if possible" you said as he smiled, leaning back in, his lips engulphing yours as he cupped the back of your head, his tongue pressing past your lips as he deepened the kiss, moaning onto your mouth you felt his hand slide down your your belt as he pulled back, you both panting "I do believe I am ready to ruin you my dear." He purred, his fingers fanning over your cheek when you grabbed his hand pulling him behind you, stopping at the door you looked back "Thank you Thor!" You yelled blowing him a kiss as you drug Loki away into the night, excited for what the future may hold......

A/N- graphics by: @harlequin-hangout..the song Loki and Thor were singing was the one Loki sang on the train on Lamentis....

Translations- "jeg elsker deg Loki Laufeyson"--"I love you Loki laufeyson."

"jeg elsker deg min valkyrie"--"I love you my valkyrie."

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[marksbear]

Cry, no Tony Stark requests? Saaaaaaddddd. How about Tony Stark x Idiot Twink Healer boi (maybe a poly with Spidey or perhaps healer boi is a sugar baby??) (Could be dirty haha, up to ya, bro)

Well Anon you are the first person in my blog to ever request Tony stark thank you for requesting! Im going to do sfw headcaons plus nsfw! And headcaons with sugar baby

Hope you enjoy it! A/n= Age name! but for the sake of this fic young 20s!

TONY STARK X IDIOT TWINK READER

🤖 He was beyond shocked when he founded out you were the healer of the team. I mean he was so surprised. You didn't look like you belonged in the Avengers he really thought someone brought their younger brother to work.

🤖 When Nick gives you a proper welcoming Tony was the first to ask how old are you. "I'm twenty two!" (or A/n but the reader has to be in his young twenties)

🤖 Tony wasn't the only one who was wondering about your age since he heard other gasp in the room.

🤖 "But everyone Y/n will just help yall with only the missions I choose for him. Since he is way too young to be going out there with y'all and he doesn't have too much experience fighting aliens like Spiderman. So Stark he's under your care.

🤖 At first he thought you were gonna be a pain in his ass like Peter and he was far from wrong. You were far from a genius like Peter some may even call you dumb.

🤖 "So thats your heart? Can I hear it beep please? Or does it race when you see someone you like?" You ask him looking at his chest with no shame.

🤖 Thats when he realized your gonna be a handful.

🤖 He always finds you with Hulk or Thor. Since Hulk is an idiot like you y'all two click instantly even Bruce is only mad for a while you found your ways to enjoy Hulk's loud and dumb presence

🤖 With Thor hes always injured from his mission so you see him in the medbay quite often so you make an effort to know him more. One time Tony walked in the medbay seeing you on Thor lap listening to his stories as you clean up his wound.

🤖 Since that incident with Thor. Tony never lets you out of his sight when y'all two aren't even dating yet

🤖 He always ask Nick how the hell did you become a healer when you sometimes forget how to add some easy numbers or when you forget your avenger and you get paid a whole LOT and you ask to borrow some money from others.

🤖 Thats actually how he founded out you were a sugar baby. One day him and Nat went to a cafe just to hangout when they saw you with two men times your age. One of them had envelopes with cash in them sliding you one every once in a while as you talked to the other man.

🤖 They watch you like a hawk across the whole cafe. They see the man you're talking to and place his hand on your inner thigh too close to your crotch and kiss your cheek bye. As he leave the other man he was with hands you the rest of envelopes kissing your forehead bye.

🤖 You check the envelops making sure its all of the money before stuffing all of them in your bag paying the check before leaving.

🤖 Before you could leave Nat pulls you by your arm sitting you down at her table. "Oh. Hi Mr Stark! I just finished reading the math book you gave me!" "That's good, but we have a question." Tony says gesturing to him and Nat. "What is it?" "Who were those guys you were just sitting with?" Nat asks not pressuring Y/n. "That's my sugar daddy Ben with his husband! Great couple." The two freeze and spare each other a look. "Lets finish this conversation at Stark tower'" Nat says paying for the bill.

🤖 Tony takes you into his room sitting you down on the bed ask he sits on a chair across the room. "What do they want from a young guy like you?" Tony asks with a hint of jealousy. "Mostly company. But sometimes group sex. They pay extra if I let them double penetrate me." Y/n answers way too honestly having no dignity to hide anything.

🤖 "Y/n why do you need the money if your Avenger?" Stark asks.

"Well because i'm a part time avenger y'know? Nick knows my parents well and promised to protect me no matter what. That's why I never go on big missions with y'all... Most action I got on the field was trying to calm down Hulk. Kinda sucks. So I don't get paid like all of you." The room became silent until Y/n says something again.

"Its not that bad. I get to help all of you and it makes my day better. But i'm a sugar baby so I just have food and water and money for clothes and extra things. Lots of people tell me they would pay to fuck me or just pay to spend time with me. So why not net them."

"Be my sugar baby."

"Wha?"

🤖 Y'all's relationship was strictly sugar baby and daddy sometimes more like friends with benefits. He didn't ban you from seeing other people just gave you rules. Like no more fucking they can only watch you fuck yourself or touch yourself. He grew possessive of you always marking your neck just in case another sugar mommy or daddy tries to make you theirs.

🤖 The thing that changed your little agreement when you gotten to badly injured you might had died. It was supposed to be a simple day watch when you got attacked by powerful villains and almost found dead. You were able to take them down but almost got yourself killed.

🤖 You gotten lectures from everyone in the team even Thor lectured you and Nick was busting your balls. But no lecture compared to Stark's. One minute he was going off on you about being safe and prepared next minute you two are naked making love.

🤖 Yes making love.

🤖 It wasn't your guys typical fuck and quickey. No this time everything was emotional. The kisses lasted, the gentleness with every thrust, the long lasting words of affirmation. This time Tony helped Y/n to see he was more than just a sugar baby. This time the sex meant something deeply to the other.

🤖 A few days after that was a bit awkward for the both of you. Nick even gave Tony the longest talk about what he would he to do him if he breaks your little dumb heart. Finally the both of you get officially together and Tony is quick to show you off to the world posting and talking about you with every chance he gets.

🤖 Sometimes you'll forget your dating and asks people is he single like your drunk or something but your completely serious and sober.

🤖 "Hey is Ironman single I have a crush on him and I wanna ask him out..." You ask Hawkeye and he gives you "are you serious look."

THE END!

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