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pietrodart · 5 months ago

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No one asked for it, but here it is: an impulsive post about each and all interactions Pietro and Emily ever had and an analysis of their dynamic as it progressed and regressed(and yes, I'm only doing this because I miss them).

First, let's start with the Uncanny Avengers stage and give a bit more context to what was happening in both of their lives.

Emily was first introduced in the Uncanny Avengers(2015) run, but even with little content we still got to have a lot of clues about what was happening in her life at the time: she was going through a dramatic change, a moment of transition and where her and her family were all struggling to get used to their new heritage and powers, and at the same time she was in a position of constant isolation in a team where all people knew each other but her, and Rogue hostilized her due to her Inhuman blood. Also, I would like to point out that Ivan, Emily’s grandfather, had cancer before becoming healthy very suddenly due to the terrigen clouds and the moment he became healthy he started traveling around the world, so Emily was alone while worrying for her apparently powerful brother. At the same time, Pietro was going through a moment of MCU synergy where he discovered Magneto wasn't his biological father and his personality became more outgoing for a while with the justification that now, without the ties to Magneto, he felt like commemorating their lack of relation – I think it's nice mentioning that Pietro also was in a good moment in life on where his relationship with Luna and Wanda was concerned.

Long description short: both of them were going through a major transition but in different ways and with different impacts.

The first time we see them interacting is on Uncanny Avengers(2015) #1 during a date by the end of the afternoon, on the same day where Emily was introduced to the public officially during a press event – an event she says she wasn't completely ready or prepared for. While Emily was having a bit of a bad day, Pietro was having multiple dates around the world. Again, they are both going through a phase of transition but in different ways and that contributes a lot to why they got closer; Emily needed someone and Pietro wanted someone.

During the date, Emily requested for Pietro to call her by her name instead of using the alias of Synapse and asked him to confirm that they weren't on a date since earlier that day Steve had asked her not to date anyone in the team, and she didn't wish to disappoint him. Pietro proceeded to say that they weren't on a date, giving emphasis on that denial even if it was a lie – not only was it very obvious that the setting was meant to be romantic, but he had also used with Emily the same conversation starter as the one he had used in his previous dates. After that, Emily ended up apologizing for the way her words came out even if her words weren't necessarily rude, adding that Pietro wasn't undateable.

She never implied that he was undateable before – she only said she didn't want to disappoint Steve, that's all. From what she said, it was easier to assume she was sounding more apologetic in the sense of “it's a nice idea but we can't” than “i don't want a date with you”. Emily was clearly trying her best to be nice and likable, going as far as over-explaining herself to avoid misunderstandings when Pietro was clearly not offended and was, at maximum, disappointed but remaining polite towards her. Pietro was the first person on the team to be gentle towards her without putting her in the position of the token Inhuman, actually treating her like a person(differently from Rogue and Steve).

During the date, Emily commented on how pigeons were bothering her ever since her earlier mission with the Avengers, where she used her powers to control a lot of them. After that, she fell back from her chair, being rushed to the hospital by Pietro before telling him that instead of going to the hospital, they should reunite the team and go to Boston.

I'm going to try covering all of their minor interactions as shortly as I can, but have in mind the fact that I'm very obsessed with them, so there's a chance I'll end up over-analyzing and making stuff up as it goes.

Their next interaction happened on the same issue but a few pages later, where Pietro asked if Emily was mind-linked to him, and for her to help cover more of the civilians in the area he was in. Something nice pointing out is that no one else tried including Emily in the mission: Rogue barely talked to her if it wasn't to bring up criticism over things out of Emily's control, and the rest of the team was indifferent to her(except Jericho, who kept being polite). But Pietro actually tried including her, requesting for help from her for something that feels almost stupid, since he could have taken those civilians out of there without asking for help.

Even if it isn't a big interaction, there are also a few interactions in issue #2: one where Emily tried speaking to Rogue and Pietro interrupted her, and another where Emily asked telepathically for Pietro to rejoin the team but froze when she realized he was in danger. Again, not big, but I did say I would cover all of their interactions.

After the end of Emily and Ivan's arc in Uncanny Avengers, Emily and Pietro are next seen interacting in the background of Black Knight(2016) #2, #4 and #5 where Emily appeared close to Pietro and with her hand on his shoulder, commenting with him about the situation they were in during that run and once again appearing closer to him than to others. Next there's their apparition in Squadron Supreme(2016) #3, where Pietro is seen protecting Emily over the rest of the team.

Things to notice: Emily was a very recent addition to the Uncanny Avengers at that time, so it made sense for her to not be so close to anyone in the team and only talk to them if spoken to or when wanting to pitch in on a plan, and it also made sense for other members to be concerned about her well-being during fights, but that doesn't really happen. No one talks to her and she doesn't talk to anyone, and no one else seems to want to lose time babysitting the new member except for Pietro.

Emily reacts to what Pietro says, even when it's unnecessary, and Pietro worries about Emily, even if it's also unnecessary. I believe that Emily acts that way because Pietro is the closest to a friend she had between her teammates – she refers to everyone by their hero names at that point, except Pietro, again –, so for her it was better to interact with him only.

And from Pietro's point of view it also made sense: Emily literally fell backwards out of nowhere during a date and was seen crying and obviously distressed after her first real mission, it would make sense for him to see her as more fragile and “in over her head” as Rogue said, and since she had been nice to everyone, why would he not help her, especially if he was clearly interested in her before to the point of asking her on a date?

(I'm adding this a little while after writing this part, but: Emily is also very inexperienced and distracted. Wade also ends up having to save her, but Pietro is the one that pays more attention to her safety. Adding too that Pietro is very reckless about the rest of the team's wellbeing, and he usually only acts when someone asks him to, differently from Emily who he helps faster.)

Now, I have covered all of their appearances outside of Uncanny Avengers but that happened during the same time space, so we can continue with their interactions on the main run.

In issue #8, it's possible to see Emily and Pietro in the same gym, but that's about all that we get until issue #13, where Emily revealed she had been amping up Pietro's healing abilities while he got better from an injury in a fight against Ultron, and is then shown giving him a tissue when his nose started to bleed. It's not much, just like most of their interactions, but it gets a bit better when they are mostly shown close or together after that interaction in specific.

Oh, and it's a turning point on their dynamic. Issue #13 comes a little after Scarlet Witch(2016) #8, where Pietro and Wanda argued and fought and Wanda told Pietro that she didn't want to be around him anymore: Pietro pretty much only ever interacted with Wanda, if we're honest. At the time he wasn't as close to Lorna anymore and the events of Civil War II could have probably affected his relationship with the Inhumans too, so I doubt there was anyone(other than Wade) visiting him in the hospital, since most of the people he knew had better and more important things to do – it's also probably the moment they grew closer.

Emily is there to help Pietro – not because he's Pietro, but because she's like that – when no one else is, in a time of his life where he's not only alone and distant from his loved ones, but also being called constantly by Red Skull, which took a very heavy mental toll on him. Her presence there, in the hospital, feels like the turning point of their relationship because it is.

After issue #13, we only see them interacting again on issue #16, with Emily failing to put Hulk to sleep and Pietro telling her to let go of that idea and focus on protecting the civilians. Note: Emily calls Pietro by his name, but Pietro calls Emily “Synapse”. We only see him call her Emily in issue #1, and I want everyone to keep that in mind until he stops using her hero alias to refer to her.

Minor interaction: in issue #17, Pietro and Emily are seen looking at each other and I think that's cute.

Time to talk about one of the most important issues! In issue #18, Pietro is mind-controlled by Red Skull and forced to attack the other members of the Uncanny Avengers team, taking each of them to the Avengers' mansion(which had been turned into a theme hotel). It's also shown another one of Red Skull's calls with Pietro: it was an awful moment, with Red Skull saying absolutely vile things, but it's also the moment that confirmed that Pietro was interested in Emily.

After another round of “let's torture Quicksilver”, Pietro was shown attacking each member without hesitating until it came to Emily, to who he apologized while crying before punching her. Again, Pietro called Emily “Synapse”, while Emily referred to him as “Pietro”.

Minor interactions: Pietro and Emily exchanged a few words in issue #22. Emily also mentions Pietro in issue #24 after trying to call him but being unable to reach him.

Note: By this point, Emily was closer to everyone in the team and only referred to Steve as “Captain America”, prefering to call everyone but him and Wasp by their legal names instead of aliases(Rogue is an exception, since she's…Rogue). Most of the team also referred to her by name.

After issue #18, their interactions remained being very small until issue #26, when the end of the run was approaching and both Emily and Pietro were getting more development. Pietro and Wanda went back to speaking after a messy case of possession and Emily expressed her worry as she saw Pietro be more stressed out, regretful and frustrated, not even caring to the fact she was eavesdropping on Pietro and Wanda's conversation. Later, when the team was attacked during the night, Pietro went after Emily and not only changed her clothes so she could fight but also stayed close to her while both of them made sure to not get separated, holding hands while being attacked. The fight lasted for two issues, and in issue #27 Pietro tried beating up Graviton after he threw Wanda into the air and attacked Emily.

Minor interaction: in the background of issue #26, Emily looks uncomfortable while close to the Maximoff twins, which I assume is because she's worried about Pietro.

Minor interaction: in the background of issue #28, Pietro and Emily were close together again and Pietro was shown looking at Emily with annoyance. I'm not sure what that panel meant to say, but Emily is seen shrugging off the glare.

Now, the last 3 issues of the Uncanny Avengers era and the ones with the biggest impact on their dynamic.

In Uncanny Avengers #28, Pietro and Emily went on another date, and that's when they mutually reached first name basis – up until this point, Pietro had only called her Synapse with the exception of a few rare moments. During that date, Emily shared her guilt about leaving the team while they saw each other and Pietro dismissed those worries, saying that they had probably not noticed their absence. He continued by saying that the “loud and obnoxious” members of a team got the glory while he and Emily were left to go out, and Emily replied by saying that it wasn't all bad. After that, she mentioned that she noticed how he had a lot on his mind – probably a reference to her eavesdropping earlier – and received the confession that he had missed her during the Darkforce event, which prompted her to question him for confirmation about his revelation before they were interrupted by a call from Rogue.

I'll move on quickly from this, but I find it worth to mention that it made sense for Emily to question Pietro and I don't believe that she was simply trying to hear him say it again, but that it was more out of disbelief: Pietro didn't spend time with Emily for Emily. Sure, they spent time together in the team, but while Emily had spent her time helping Pietro when he was in the hospital, he wasn't there for her when Cable was hospitalized(and yes, Emily spent a lot of time there. He was very important to her) or when Cable left, and though that was probably not his fault since he did have more important things to do, it makes sense that Emily said that because she truly didn't believe Pietro: he never showed anything that indicated that he could or did miss her.

A little after answering Rogue's call, Emily and Pietro went to meet the team for a reunion, to which Pietro complained saying he and Emily had more important things to do. Without getting permission to go back to their date, they stayed there until Jericho and Wanda revealed small creatures summoned with magic that they planned to use to rebuild the Avengers mansion, something that bothered Pietro and made him express his distaste for magic while Emily was in awe of everything.

In issue #29, it's revealed that Jericho's summoning of the creatures also made space for Juggernaut, who attacks the team unexpectedly. Pietro focused his attention on Emily, saving her from getting hit and earning reassurance from her when she says he doesn't have to do that to impress her, which he denied and said would only be “another byproduct of our impending victory”.

Emily was put on the ground by Pietro and he started giving out orders for a plan he had, wishing for both of them to get the spotlight since the team constantly ignored how useful they were(and he wasn't wrong) – but, unfortunately, the plan didn't work. Emily ended up getting hurt, and in issue #30, Pietro had his request to see Emily turned down while his teammates, including his own sister, said he had been the one responsible for Emily's injuries and that he had done enough for the day. After hearing those things, Pietro ran away but left a letter for Emily. In the end of the issue, Emily was shown crying after reading his words, and that's how their time in the Uncanny Avengers ended.

In Pietro's letter, he revealed he had turned to religion after being faced with his mistakes and said that he prayed for Emily's future, hoping that his actions hadn't taken away her beauty and grace and making it clear that he did not expect her to forgive him for what he did, since nothing he could write would take away her pain – except he was wrong. Emily was not in pain when she woke up, and had not cried after being hurt, and the only moment we see her cry after Uncanny Avengers(2015) #1 is when she read his letter.

His actions had hurt her physically, yes, but Emily had always been shown as clumsy: people had to save or guide her all of the time, at some point she would get hurt and there was nothing no one could do about it. That's the thing about being a superhero after all, so it was impossible for her to be an Avenger and never get hurt. What did hurt her was Pietro's absence, accompanied by the absence of the rest of her teammates too.

No one was there. The only thing left for her was a letter from Pietro, because they had taken away her chance to see him when she woke up too. Emily didn't even have her brother by her side when she awoke, but she showed in Avengers(2018) that she held nothing against Pietro, though he refused to see it.

After Uncanny Avengers(2015) #30 we only see Emily and Pietro interacting again in Avengers(2018) #677, but their interaction is quick and lacks their usual care or gentleness with each other. After Rogue refused to take Pietro with her and other heavy-hitters to a mission in Rome, arguing that she needed people she could trust and he was not one of those, Pietro decided to leave the room out of spite towards the way he was spoken to.

Emily, who had recovered from her injuries in Uncanny Avengers(2015) #30 only a short time before but was clearly feeling better enough to fight, ended up trying to speak to Pietro and was rejected since he “didn't want her pity” when she was clearly only looking to show him support: well, she was the one that got hurt due to his actions. She had the right to speak and say she wasn't angry or blamed him for it, but no one cared or respected her enough to listen.

It took 10 issues for them to interact again, and between that time Emily was not only traumatized by the knowledge that the heroes fighting were just “obstacles in a game” but also by Human Torch's death, something that made her more bitter as the run kept on going – they weren't close, but they were friends and Emily had already lost enough.

Their next interaction happened in Avengers(2018) #687, with Pietro wearing himself out because of something only he sees and Emily insisting for him to rest and attempting to use her powers for that, which he rejected and added that she shouldn't even talk to him after what he put her through. Emily finally gave voice to what she thought, reassuring Pietro that something like that was part of the job and that she was fine and didn't blame him, including the fact that it was impossible for them to always plan things with every possible bad eventuality; unfortunately, Pietro didn't listen, getting distracted when the beacon he was looking for ran past him again.

It's in Avengers(2018) #688 that their last interaction and their first kiss happened. Emily helps Pietro lose any blockages from his mind that could stop him from running faster, and before he could sacrifice himself to help save the world, they shared a bittersweet kiss and a few words.

Note: I won't elaborate on that kiss, but I don't like the way it happened. I'm happy they got to kiss, but at the same time it feels rushed and out of character for Emily.

There's not much to say now, I suppose. Emily and Pietro didn't interact again after Pietro's sacrifice, and though Emily is mentioned in Quicksilver: No Surrender #2, her mention makes it even more obvious that Pietro saw Synapse, but not really Emily. He apologized for hurting Synapse, but he didn't listen to Emily when she said she didn't blame him. When he talked about her, he called her Synapse, but when he talked to her, he called her Emily only because she requested that.

It's only in that issue that he is shown calling her Emily: “Emily, what an amazing woman. We might have had something if I hadn't screwed it up”, but that's not true. He didn't screw anything up. Emily clearly still wanted him, but Pietro didn't understand that.

Both of those characters deserved something better, but their story ended there. Still, if anyone wants to see more of them: Pietro was last seen in Scarlet Witch(2024) #2 and Emily was last mentioned in Death of the Inhumans #2.

Okay, so, that's it! I'm not sure if anyone will read this or agree with everything I said, and maybe I forgot something, but I'm pretty sure I covered all of their interactions. I'm sorry for any English mistakes or typos, English isn't my first language and I wrote all of this while busy with school exams. Thanks for reading!

reading list.

uncanny avengers(2015) #1, #2, #8, #13, #17-18, #22, #24, #26-30

black knight(2015) #2, #4-5

squadron supreme(2016) #3

avengers(2018) #677, #687-688

quicksilver: no surrender #2

#pietro maximoff #quicksilver #marvel #marvel comics #pietro django maximoff #synapse #emily guerrero #avengers #uncanny avengers

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mcufan72 · 2 years ago

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Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader

18+/adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/fluff/angst/smut (eventually)

A/N: this is a Loki x female reader AU. It's the most personal story I've written so far and I put my whole heart, blood, sweat and tears into it. It's a story about love and my protagonists talk a lot with each other. It's a slow burn but eventually, there will be smut.

I've never been to New York or Norway, all my descriptions are fictionalized. Also, my usage of MCU facts is incorrect and I don't delve deep into details here. I use it as I need it for my little story you hopefully like and enjoy!

This fic mentions an accident and alcoholism but only in one chapter. Descriptions are vague and not detailed. If any of it should trigger you, please don't read. Every chapter will have a warning if necessary.

Some things here are heavily inspired by @lokisprettygirl 's writing. Loki smelling like sandalwood and the overly sensitive lines on his skin when he's in his Jotun form are things I read in her fics first (HMN and TNSATSI). A big thank you to you, my friend, for being in agreement that I'm using it in my fic here, too. And also a big thank you for your constant support and encouragement. You know how much it means to me.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 here

It was a cold winter afternoon, Christmas day and New Year's Eve only a few weeks away. This year it was already very cold in New York City and you had to wear warming, cuddly winter clothing for your daily walks in the park. Today you chose a knee-long woollen black dress that hugged your body perfectly, warm stockings, a pair of warm leather boots, a thick black winter coat, a big-sized fluffy scarf in shades of green and your favourite knitted beanie with the dark green big bobble…and not to forget your matching knitted gloves.

Warnings: none so far, just some flirting

After you got dressed, you were on the way to the park. Walking to that place and spending some time there after work became a ritual for you since you moved to this city around springtime. Your favourite place there was a bench at the little lake and you loved to sit there, especially when the sun was shining.

You had a fantastic view over the lake here. There was also a large lawn where people could sit, do sports or have a picnic and there was plenty of space for children to run and play safely. You loved to sit on that bench, secretly you called it yours, and you loved to watch the people here being happy and having fun. Somehow it warmed your heart to see all the couples in love flirting with each other or the families on their Sunday walks. You could have had it too, all of it but … it wasn't meant to be. Not for you.

After everything that happened and went wrong in your life, you had the urgent need to leave your hometown. You needed that distance from your old life. You had worked in many different big cities like London, Berlin, Oslo and you never had any trouble finding a job.

And now it's New York. You hadn't gotten the job you originally wanted to get but it was fine for now. Most important for you was that this city had the right measure of distance to your previous home. Besides, there was no one left there who would worry about you. It seemed you were destined to be alone so you couldn't disappoint or hurt anyone anymore.

Now in the winter time, the shallow lake was completely frozen and the first snow had already fallen. The kids built snowmen with their friends or their parents, had snowball fights or made snow angels. Some people enjoyed ice skating on the lake. It made you smile when you saw how much fun they had.

You let your gaze wander over the scenery and you soaked up every beautiful moment of it as you did every single day when you were sitting here. It always calmed you down from your stressful job and it was also a calming distraction in general.

On the bench next to yours sat a man, watching the lake and the people like you were doing, an old married couple and their dog were walking past you and you greeted each other kindly. When you began to freeze you decided to go back home. You were hungry and tired and after a hot shower, you went to sleep.

The next day at work was a very hard one. Your job as a medical assistant at a medical care centre exhausted you more and more recently, there were so many people to take care of. So today's walk in the park was extremely welcomed.

When you had taken a seat on your bench you first soaked up the peaceful atmosphere. You closed your eyes and took several deep breaths and you felt better immediately. Your gaze wandered around and on the bench next to yours sat a man again. Wasn't that the same man as yesterday? You weren't sure and you didn't think about it further.

His gaze wandered around and he watched the people in the park. He enjoyed the atmosphere here, it calmed him down in a pleasant way yesterday and so he decided to come here more often. It was a good distraction for him from the hard and strenuous trips and missions he has to make regularly.

On the bench next to him sat a woman. Wasn't that the same woman as yesterday? It should be you, you wore the same unique beanie with the big dark green bobble. He will be here again tomorrow. Maybe you'll be here again too.

The next few days went by in the same routine and as every day you visited the park. And as every day…the man on the bench next to yours was there again, too. Sitting there like you, alone like you. How come you had never noticed him here except in the last few days? You came daily here for months now but you had never seen him here. Maybe he had just discovered this place here recently and it seemed he liked this place as much as you did.

Today you allowed yourself to look a little bit longer at him. He was well dressed, in a black suit, black leather ankle boots and a coat that seemed to be too thin for the cold weather. His raven hair was slicked back and reached far over his shoulders.

Even when he sat there with loosely crossed legs you could see how long and well-trained they were. Also otherwise he seemed to be very attractive. When he turned his head in your direction and glanced at you, you looked away quickly. You felt caught staring at him and you hoped he couldn't see your reddened cheeks.

The next day you came to the park again as he hoped you would do. Same time, same place. And you were alone again. Did you wait for someone who never comes? You sat down and watched the scenery like every day. Whenever you did not look in his direction he observed you secretly. Not in a weird way, he would never do something like that. He was just curious and you looked cute with your knitted beanie with the big bobble, cuddled up into your fluffy scarf.

Yesterday you two looked at each other for a very short moment but unfortunately, you looked away quickly. He liked your pretty face and he thought he saw your cheeks reddening when he caught you staring at him.

He would like to get you known but he would never dare to address you. He would never bother you. You seemed not to be the kind of woman he usually asked to spend the night with him. He couldn't really describe what it was but there was a special aura surrounding you. You seemed discreet…and lonely.

There was something about you that evoked his protective instinct and so he decided to return to the park and this bench daily to have a look if you might be there again, too. You radiated so much peace and kindness and it made him feel comfortable. He just wanted to see you. Nothing more.

When you arrived at the park in the early afternoon at your bench, the handsome stranger was already there again, staring at the lake. It seemed he didn't even recognize you. You had the feeling of being protected by him only through his presence. But maybe it was just your imagination or wishful thinking because he was a great, tall, noble statue of a man. You had fallen for something like this before…

Nonetheless, he has intrigued you and you were wondering why he was here every day now too, on his bench and every day at the same time…at the same time as you. This morning before you went to work you decided that today would be the day when you would address him. You had nothing to lose so you would give it a chance. Of course, he was a stranger and maybe you should not talk to him but you felt drawn to him somehow.

After half an hour of sitting on your bench, you gathered all your courage and went over to him. You felt a bit nervous because normally you would never do that. But nothing in your life was normal anymore. You knew it could be dangerous to talk to a stranger. But there were so many people here around you that you felt safe enough to talk to him. And why shouldn't two lonely people talk to each other? Could be nice, couldn't it?

"May I?" you asked the well-dressed man with the black, slicked-back long hair.

Unlike before when you just looked at him from afar, you now realized how handsome he actually was. Before today you had mostly only looked at him from the corners of your eyes because you never wanted to stare at him.

He had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, small but seductive lips, curved into a slightly mischievous smile, a straight beautiful nose and irresistible piercing baby-blue eyes…he looked like a prince, his appearance was flawless, godly. Like every day he wore a perfectly tailored black suit, a light cashmere coat and a light-woollen scarf, just loosely wrapped around his neck.

You still wondered if the cold didn't affect him because he wore clothes like this every day.

He widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows when he looked up at you, directly into your eyes. You nearly forgot to breathe. He made you shiver with excitement.

"Of course! Please, take a seat" he answered while he rose from the bench.

His gaze softened and he made an inviting gesture with his hand. His smooth dark voice caused goosebumps on your skin under your cosy and warming clothes and you smiled at him.

"Thank you, Sir" and the both of you sat down again simultaneously, facing each other.

"You might be surprised why I'm talking to you. Normally I don't do that." You smiled at him, almost apologetically.

"Normally you don't? But now you do!" he smirked at you, seemingly amused.

"Ahhmm…I'm sorry, maybe…maybe it wasn't a good idea…ahhmm…believe me it was the last thing on my mind to inconvenience you, I'm sorry! I guess I'd better get going" and you wanted to get up and leave. How embarrassing, what had gotten into you?

"No, no young Lady, please stay!"

His deep baritone and the friendly tone in his voice stopped your want to leave. You smiled at him again but you still felt embarrassed and you felt your cheeks blushing. He was a fascinating man and his eyes seemed to stare deep into your soul. You were sure you could neither lie to a man like him nor not like him. You took a deep breath before you found your voice again.

"I recognized you being here every day like me, alone…just like me. And I thought maybe we could sit here together and talk to each other…but of course…only if you want."

"Believe me or not, I had the same thought but I would never have spoken to you. You know, I didn't mean to come at you like that."

"Oh, that's very decent, Sir. Not every man is like this" and you smiled at each other.

"I just …watched you from afar. Sounds weird, doesn't it? But I was conce–…I noticed you're coming to the park every day, too. Aren't you afraid to sit here every afternoon alone?" he asked you and his concern was genuine.

"To be honest…no! No, I'm not. There are so many people here every day in the afternoons, I feel safe so far." you explained.

"I've been visiting the park every day for months now and never something bad happened. Of course, something bad could happen every day. I also know that this city was attacked by aliens several years ago, but that's not how I want to live…every day expecting the worst, no!" and you shook your head. Bad days you've had more than enough.

"I always hope that every day will just offer the best things to me" you said thoughtfully and smiled.

"And now you are here every day…you could protect me if you want," you said to him and laughed.

"…no no, I'm just kidding, don't take me too seriously!" You smiled at him while you pulled your beanie right.

You were cute, really cute. Your smile was warming, your attitude was friendly, and you also seemed to be strong and confident…with a hint of sadness. He got to know many women and with most of them, he was intimately involved. With some of them he had also nice conversations but none of them was like you.

"I would do that immediately for you, my Lady. I would never let someone harm you."

He genuinely meant it and he gave you a friendly grin. But he was sure if you had known who he really was and what he did in the past, you would never allow him to do that.

"You're truly a gentleman…but please, I'm not a Lady…I'm y/n " and you offered him a handshake with your gloved hand, a radiant smile on your lips.

He took your hand and held your fingers with his, lifted your hand carefully upwards, bowed down his head and gave an implied kiss to the back of your gloved hand. When he lifted his head upwards again he looked into your eyes, still gently holding your hand. You swallowed thickly, nobody ever did that before. Never before had someone given you a perfect hand kiss.

"Lady y/n…I'm Loki Laufeyson. It's an honour to meet you!"

You couldn't help yourself but stare into his eyes with a slightly open mouth. You were utterly impressed by him and his manners.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Laufeyson" you answered breathlessly.

After what felt like an eternity, he softly let go of your hand. You wished he would still hold it because it felt nice.

You weren't sure but you thought you had heard his name before. You had lived and worked in Oslo for some time so it might be just a coincidence.

"Are you from Norway? Because of your name…"

"No, not really" he chuckled.

"Oh, okay, I lived and worked there for a while and that might be the reason your name sounds familiar to me" you explained and you still had the feeling you had heard his name somewhere before.

"Maybe you ought to be afraid of me!" he stated. He knew that nearly everyone still feared him.

"No, Mr. Laufeyson, I'm not afraid of you. I just dared to speak to you" and you gave him your sweet smile again.

"Should I be afraid of you?" you asked him mischievously.

"I don't know…" he answered you playfully with his deep, dark voice and it made you shiver.

His voice was like sweet honey that slowly ran down your body. Probably you would do anything he asks you for and you would just obey. You should better get rid of this weakness.

Instead of widening your eyes in fear, he seemed to seduce you. Why didn't you fear him? And he could swear you had an idea who he was.

"So we conclude that I'm not afraid of you." You smiled at him brightly again.

"If you'd have wanted to harm me you could've done it yet, you had many opportunities in the last days, didn't you?" You asked him confirming.

"Right. But what if I'm planning to do it?" He leaned his head towards you.

"What if I lied?"

His voice went more silent and deeper but his gaze remained friendly. You shivered again but not because of fear.

"Possibly you did…but if you want to harm me, even if you want to abduct me, I wouldn't mind …there won't be anyone who would actually miss me." Your gaze became more serious and sad.

"What are you saying?" He furrowed his eyebrows and gazed concernedly at you.

"No one would miss me" you murmured sadly.

"And still I'm not afraid of you…just a gut feeling, it rarely deceives me" you said, more confident again.

"There must be someone?" and he furrowed his eyebrows again.

He felt bad for you. What happened to you that you were all alone nowadays and his concern about you grew…feelings he knew but barely showed others.

"No, there's no one. It's a long story, Mr. Laufeyson" you said quietly and turned your head away from his gaze towards the lake and you changed the subject.

"It's a nice place here, isn't it? One of the best people-watching spots in the city," you said.

"Yes, it is. Indeed" he answered and looked intensely at you.

"It's kind of peaceful and it offers an escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, doesn't it?" he asked you and couldn't take his eyes off you. Somehow he felt drawn to you.

"Yes, it does...and it also offers a distraction from life…" you said, sighing.

"It's beginning to dusk…I should go home now" you said and looked at him again.

"Will you be coming back tomorrow? And I can assure you, I definitely won't harm you, I didn't lie to you."

He would never do that to you and he just wanted to see you again. And the confirmation that you were alone fueled the desire to protect you.

You looked and smiled at him again before you answered.

"I knew I could trust you. Of course, Mr. Laufeyson, like every day I'll be here again tomorrow. Same time, same place!"

"Same time, same place, my Lady."

He almost looked lovingly into your eyes, took your hand carefully and gave you an implied kiss to the back of your hand again. When he released your hand, you both stood up from the bench.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Laufeyson."

"See you tomorrow, Lady y/n."

On your way back home you couldn't stop thinking about him. Had you really had the courage to talk to a stranger? You laughed at yourself and your exuberance. You were about to make the same mistake as then…but Loki Laufeyson seemed to be different. Extremely handsome but different and with perfect manners. But no, you would never fall for someone again, it would just come to an unfortunate end again.

Loki couldn't believe what just had happened. You, one of the most beautiful women he had seen in a long time, so beautiful both externally and inwardly too so it seemed, dared to talk to him.

Did you actually say you trust him? Him? Without knowing him? You were adorable, indeed…and you were different. You were not like all the women who stood literally in a line in front of his bedroom door, you weren't nearly like them.

Of course, it confirmed his ego, that many women wanted him but it wasn't something that made him happy in life. If he was honest with himself he always searched for someone like you.

But he wasn't made for a serious relationship and to handle it this way, to only look for sexual affairs, was the best solution for him and it satisfied his carnal needs. And by the way, he knew there would never be a woman for him.

He knew there would never be someone who wanted to satisfy the undisclosed desires of his heart and his desire for genuine love. And so he went to the bar, like almost every day, where he would definitely find a willing companion for a lustful night of sex.

To be continued ...

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tianasficrecs168 · 5 months ago

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Stony Fanfic Recs

So I've got a few ways I've marked up my fanfic list, just so I can sort through it easier (yes I do have a lot. yes I will be sharing).

Brackets (…) means it's still being updated/not done/WIP – and I'm paying close attention to it

Zeros with a strikethrough (000) Disappeared off the net (I still have a doc of it saved somewhere)

A black dot • means it's a one-shot

Ship with + means it's either time travel or dimension hopping – something along those lines

A heart ♡ means it's focused on Sexy times (it's pure filth PWP)

Anyway! Onto my MCU Stony fic recs...

Arysteia: “The Twice-Told Tale�� (Steve/Tony+) • For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

Wordsplat: “Hashtag Finally” (Steve/Tony) (000) • Since the story's been deleted from....whichever site, can't remember - I have the doc saved. Also the summary for this one is just the beginning of the fic (I'm lazy): It started with Clint. Technically speaking, Tony never actually invited him. He would have, given any sort of contact information, but Clint disappeared right after the battle of New York and clearly didn't want to be found. Natasha probably knew where he was, but knowing didn't mean sharing, so Tony never got the chance. Invitation or no invitation, three years later Tony still found Clint Barton sitting on his couch, watching Dog Cops and eating Cheetos in his underwear. "Sup." "Shit!" Tony jumped, dropping his mug. "Aw, coffee." Clint peered over the top of the couch. "Sucks, man."

“Meet Your Heroes” (Steve/Tony) (000) • Another one that bit the dust -> google doc The summary is the first few parts of the fic: It’s been a while, sure, but it’s far from his first rodeo and he knows exactly what’s about to happen when the door of the black van in front of him rolls back to reveal four armed men in black ski masks. So yeah, not the best way to kick off the week. He’d had a great weekend. After months of toying with it, scrapping the idea only to circle back around, he’d finally committed and built the mechanized suit he’s envisioned since the “Avengers” first appeared on the scene a few months ago. Part of the reason he’d tried to scrap it so many times was how nervous he’d been to tell Steve. Steve didn’t like to talk much about the mysterious team of superheroes running around their city these days, so Tony had sort of assumed that expressing his desire to join them might make things tense to say the least, if not start an outright fight. To Tony’s pleasant surprise, Steve had instead been weirdly over the moon about it all. Told him to go for it. Went on and on about how the Avengers would be lucky as hell to have him. Practically rewarded him, jumped his bones no less than five minutes after he announced his intentions. So that had been great.

AshitaNewssnoopy: - “Worth It” (Steve/Tony) • When Steve said he wanted to court Tony, he assumed that he just meant that he wanted to take thing slow. And that was fine by Tony. No really, he could do this thing if that's what Steve needed (shut up, Pepper; he so could). Because Steve was worth the wait. But then the gifts started coming and the letters popped up and there were chaste kisses and romance and…and what is even with this? Just when did his life turn into a romance novel?

Anonymous: - “With you” (Steve/Tony) • Sometimes Steve gets overwhelmed by how much he loves Tony.

ItsallAvengers: - “Keep on Beating” (Steve/Tony) • There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

Sara_holmes: - “Like Sunlight” (Steve/Tony) • Steve is used to the way it feels by now; a strange but gentle tugging connection under his sternum, warm tingles in his skin whenever they touch. That is, until Tony gets himself kidnapped. Then it kinda feels more like someone is trying to wrench his heart out through his ribcage.

Scifigirl47: - “Some Things Shouldn’t Be a Chore” (Steve/Tony) Steve takes things like personal responsibility and respect seriously. Tony's got people he pays to take care of that kind of thing, and anyway, he's pretty sure that he's going to die of some exotic disease in his workshop, because Dummy's still a little spotty about what is 'clean' enough to put on an open wound. The rest of the Avengers are in this for personal gain, except for Clint, he just enjoys being a dick. And some things shouldn't be a chore.

#Im realizing I dont have a lot of Stony #a travesty #i like to pretend civil war didnt happen #a large amount of MCU i pretend didnt happen #say hi delulus #mcu #tony stark #marvel #the avengers #fanfiction #ao3 #fic #fanfic #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic recs #fanfics

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olsenmyolsen · 2 years ago

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Shit

Part 13 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~4.2K

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Y/N POV

I smile down at my phone after just sending a text to the twins, letting them know I made it home. I don't even remember the ride back. My mind was too preoccupied thinking about Liz and the things I wanted to say to her. But yet here I am standing with my back to the closed front door.

I take a look at the state my studio apartment is in. "Shit." To my disappointment, it hasn't been magically cleaned and organized, so with another day off, I think it's time to do something useful for myself and clean this place up.

I place the tote bag I had on my shoulder onto my couch before kicking off my new Birkenstocks and making my way into my bathroom. I rummage through my medicine cabinet before finding the ibuprofen bottle. I dump three in my hand and turn on the sink. I throw the pills into my mouth and cup a handful of water, lifting it to my mouth before I swallow it, letting that NY tap water work its way down my throat.

My head isn't killing me like before, but this will still help. I turn off the sink and walk into my bedroom. I yank off the jeans MK gave me and my underwear, adding them to my wash pile before slipping on a pair of basketball shorts and cozy socks.

I make my way back into the living room area, load up my Cleaning on a Sunday morning vibe playlist, set my phone down on my cheap wooden coffee table, and get to work.

Just over an hour later, I am sweating as if I had just run a marathon. I smile to myself. I have the wash going, the living room cleaned, and the bedroom spotless, except for the piles of stuff that shouldn't be moved because I know exactly what's in there and how I like it. The bathroom still needs work, but eh.

I grab my phone and stop the playlist to look at my messages. I got a message back from Ash but not MK in the twins and mine group chat appropriately named Y/N & Twins. Ash came up with it until we pick something else.

In addition to Ash's message, I got a message from Max, so instead of replying, I just decided to shoot her a call. Why not? I got time. After a few rings, she answers.

Max: What up Bitch!

Y/N: Sup! Just got done cleaning my place.

M: Ew. You're cleaning instead of spending time with the Olsen twins? If Mary-Kate had texted me that you'd leave her and be cleaning today I would've made sure your ass came into work.

Y: Well, too late. And yes, I cleaned. I got home and realized what a shit show it was. Plus, if it's not clean, how in the hell will we watch the MCU?

I get no response a part of me is worried the call dropped.

Y: Max?

M: Are you serious?

Y/N: About?

M: Watching the rest of the MCU because I don't want you to get attached and then have Liz-

Y: No. No, it's okay. Plus, I think I'm going to try and talk to her.

I hear a sharp intake of breath over the phone.

M: Fuck, dude, really?

I pause.

Y: Yeah... Anyways! What do you say movie tonight? My place. Captain...

Damn, what's the character's name?

M: Marvel! Captain Marvel! Yes, James and I will be there arroooouuunnndd 6:30/7. Maybe do a double feature tonight?

I nod.

M: Y/N?

Y: Oh yeah, sorry. Sounds good.

M: Yes! Time to prove to my little bitch of a brother how badass she is. Okay, see you tonight Y/N!

Just like that, the call ends. So now I'm left sitting by myself alone in my living room. I look around my studio apartment. Before living here, I had a place with Naomi; before that, it was my place at college.

I get a little sad as I look around the space. I realize it's because I spent a long time with someone who never let me be fully me. I see that now as I look at the empty spots on my shelves and tables. I take note.

I know I have a lot of things back home with my mom that I wouldn't mind having back into my life, but that means calling my mom, and let's not forget last time she spoke, she wanted our next call to be about my future and all that business. Because God forbid, I don't go back to school and decide that I want to work at a coffee shop.

So in the meantime, I open my Amazon app and purchase a few small things to add to my space. I think about getting a plant, but that's never worked out well in the past. You know how people have green thumbs? Call me Grey Thumbs. Plus, I wouldn't even know what to get.

God, I'm such a bad lesbian.

A smile comes across my face because I know exactly who could help me.

I open up my text conversation with Liz. My eyes gaze over the last words she sent to me. "Wow." She tried last night. After a minute of thought, I jokingly type the message:

"Got any plant rec?"

I laugh to myself about how stupid this is. I hover over the send button before backspacing and deleting the message. And before I can contemplate what else to do or say, I catch a whiff of something. I breathe in through my nose again. "What the hell is that?"

My eyes get a bit bigger as I look down at myself. I open my shirt and take a sniff. "Oh my God!" A night out, a wet dream, and one clean apartment later makes you this freaking stinky.

I quickly run to my washing machine and chuck in the clothes I have on before sprinting my naked ass to the bathroom in an effort to get rid of my smell.

Liz POV

After my call with MK, I didn't hear from her until Ash texted our shared group chat named Thing 1, Thing 2 & Lizard.

Ash: Hey sis MK just got back from helping Y/N downstairs Ash: 😏

MK: Ewww Ash! MK: Anyways! She's free from our clutches now

Thank you both! I'm somewhat busy atm so I'll call you guys when I do it

Ash: 💕

It being calling Y/N.

And I lied to the girls. I'm not busy today. Today is my final day to relax before I go back to filming for the next couple of weeks. And so far, all I've done is stress myself out, be on my secret social media accounts, and order room service breakfast which wasn't the best, but oh well.

It's now around 4pm London time, and I have yet to hear from Y/N, meaning if she is going to call, it will probably be late tonight. I huff and roll onto my back. At the edge of the bed is the half-eaten tray of food. My face looks disgusted, but my stomach speaks up. I think my stomach needs more food. Better food!

For the first time today, I get out of bed and plan to stay out of it for more than 5 minutes. I place my hair into a makeshift bun as I waltz myself into the bathroom. I look myself up and down before washing my face. Yes, I do it every night, but I feel gross, which will help wake me up from my afternoon tiredness. In addition to that, I quickly run the ZIP Beauty Device over my face. Once finished, I promptly examine myself. I smile at a job well done.

I make my way into the main room and throw my suitcase open in search of my comfy clothes section. After a rifle through it, I find it! One my favorite sweaters ever! My navy NYU sweater. I take off the clothes I've spent all day in, in favor of my NYU sweater and a pair of form-fitting sweatpants. I make sure I have everything phone, sunglasses, wallet, hotel key, and a black hat before slipping on my black birks, heading out the door.

Within minutes I'm down and walking around the streets of London. Thankfully no paparazzi seem to know that I'm back in the country or if they do, I don't see them.

I do love the city, but I enjoy the small towns more. That's why Robbie and I got the house in Richmond. I'd love to walk around and familiarize myself with the area whenever I had free time. I've also done that here before. Like in 2014, when we were shooting for Age of Ultron, I loved it.

I've been in my own little world for a while. I didn't even realize that my stomach had taken me to a place I hadn't thought of in years. It's this bistro called Padella; it's not the crème da la crème, but the pasta they serve is something that wooed me over from day one. And the little tarts they have - perfect.

The second I enter the, it's like I'm back to 2014, Lizzie. I'm led to the same table I use to get. I give the waitress the same order I use to give. I look around at the few people here at the same time as me. I look at each individual person and think of the reasons they're here. Ya, know people watching, coming up with stories for each of them.

I laugh at the silly scenario I just came up with for the older man with the red beanie in the corner. As I compose myself, I feel something I haven't felt since the last day alone I had with Y/N. Bliss. Happiness. Those feelings I want to share.

Y/N POV

After my long and hot shower, I got dressed like usual. Opting for a more casual fit. Black slim track pants and an oversized pocket tee. Now I find myself staring at my text messages between Sam and I. Just like I have been for the last couple of minutes.

Sam 🫐 Today 8:48 AM

Hey Y/N! So I just got a text from Max. You might not be coming in today?? Is this because of last night? Once again, I'm sorry, like really fucking sorry. Whenever you see this, please text me back.

Sam 🫐 Today 2:16 PM

Hey Are you free?

I close out of my phone. I'm a little nervous about trying to meet with Sam. How they acted, last night was not cool. Yes, I know how MK was, but at the same time, I literally just met and worked with Sam. For her to assume we'd become anything more right off the bat is a little worrying.

I laugh to myself. Maybe I'm the hottest bitch around and never realized it.

My phone buzzes in my hand. It's Sam.

Sam 🫐 Today 2:16 PM

Hey Are you free?

Yes I'm on my way home now. You okay?

Yeah I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and talk?

Sure. Where would you like to meet up?

I think about that. There's a little diner near me. I was like a regular after Naomi. They have these tarts that I used to consume like it was my job.

Is here good? (address attached)

Yeah. Give me like a good half hour. See ya there!

I exit my text messages. I want to stay friends with Sam, but I don't want her around if she is going to be a problem. That sounds mean, but we know how people can be. Plus, she knows about my connection with the Olsens. We didn't try and hide it, but still, I need to make sure Sam doesn't try and blow everything out of proportion.

I look down at my phone again. I click on the clock app. I move my finger over the world clock adding in the location, London, England.

"Damn," I mutter to myself. I don't know how many hours I thought England was ahead, but 5 seems fitting. So for Liz, it's 7:17pm. Meaning, if I want to call her, it will have to be sooner than I want. I roll my eyes and throw my head back. I let out a big yawn. I didn't know I had hiding. I close my eyes and succumb to a nap I didn't know I wanted.

Liz POV

The walk back to the hotel from Padella was more eventful than the walk to Padella. After leaving the spot, I decided to spend stop by a new wine bar. It's quiet on the inside, and it's clear this place is designed for an older crowd. I remove my sunglasses and hat.

The lady behind the counter gave me a monologue about the array of wines they carry and how different each one was. I appreciated hearing it, and I like the amount of care she has, but all I want is a glass of red.

I let the woman choose an excellent wine for me and thank her once it's in my hand. This place has rows and rows of books free for anyone to use. I find a book that's probably been taught in every English class know to man. The Great Gatsby. It's a classic, so I pick it up and place myself in a cozy corner.

A few chapters and an empty glass later, I feel a pair of eyes on me. I'm used to it, but today I haven't had to experience it yet, so I close the book and search for whoever is looking at me.

It doesn't take long because they're still staring. It's a younger woman. Early twenties, black hair, tight ponytail. She reminds me a lot of a certain Age of Ultron character. They're cute, but she's no Y/N.

The woman smiles at me as I assess them. I offer a friendly nod and wave that she mistakes for an invitation to join me at my table. I frown slightly as the woman becomes closer and closer. Luckily they don't see it as much as I like my personal time. I'd hate for a fan to feel unwelcome and disrespected. Yes, it's weird, but that's just being famous.

The woman walks up to my table, clearly anxious. "Hi, I hope it's okay, but could I get a picture?" She holds her phone and asks in that English accent we know so well.

I don't want a picture taken of me right now. But she's being kind. I stay seated and give the younger woman a gentle smile. "No. I'm sorry." I watch the girl's body deflate. "But if you'd like to join me, we can talk for a minute, and I can sign something for you." The girl immediately gets a smile and sits down across from me. "Oh my gosh! Really? Thank you!"

I hold my hand out to her. "Lizzie." The girl laughs. "I know." She takes my hand and shakes it. "Y/N."

You gotta be sitting me.

I lean toward her and pretend I didn't catch the name. "Sorry?" "Y/N." Our hands part. Yep, that's her name. What are the odds? "I feel like I should ask what brings you to London?" Other Y/N jumps right into it.

"You know how it goes." I look around. "Kevin's snipers are always watching." I offer a little chuckle. Thankfully Y/N gets the reference and laughs too. "Well, I have to say I loved you in WandaVision you're a shoo-in for an Emmy!"

I beg to differ. "No one does a Marvel job and thinks that you're going to get nominated for something." "You never know!" Other Y/N is starting to break out of her shell, and it's to know I can make fans feel that well.

The silence is starting to cloud us. "Is there anything I can sign for you?" I ask, trying to move this along. I watch as the girl across from me starts searching her bag. It looks like she might come up empty, so I look down at the book she brought over with her. Little Women. I love this book and what Florence did in the most recent movie adaptation made me so proud.

I slide it over to me and open the cover. It has a little excerpt in it from her mother. Before I have a chance to read it, the girl stops me. "Oh yeah, you can sign that!" I smile over at the girl as she hands me a Sharpie. I flip over to the title page of the book and sign it: Lizzie O. ❤️

I close the book and give her back her Sharpie. She holds the book up to her chest and smiles at me. "Thank you so much!" She's beyond giddy! "No problem. Just don't sell it or anything." I say the last bit in my Sokovian accent, causing the younger woman to be unable to speak. Instead, she nods her head as I start packing up my things. I return Gatsby back to where I found him and wave bye to Y/N as I walk out of the wine bar.

As I walk into my hotel, I look at my phone; it's now almost 8pm, and I still have nothing from Y/N. So I guess it's up to me.

Y/N POV

I don't know what is vibrating my boobs right now, but if it doesn't stop, I swear it's catching these hands. I peel one eye open and see it's my phone. I grab it and see I'm getting a phone call.

"Hello?" I say while yawning.

Sam: Finally! I thought you were setting me up!

Y/N: Sam?

Sam: Yeah?

Y: What time is it?

I groggily ask. Oh, shit, wait!

Y: What time is it!!

I pull my phone away from my face. Fuck I was supposed to meet Sam fifteen minutes ago!

Y: Shit! Sam, sorry I passed out! I promise I'm coming right now. Don't leave!

Before I give Sam a chance to speak up, I end the call and grab everything I need before heading out. Sunglasses, hat, wallet, keys, and my phone.

I run out the door before running back in, realizing I never put my shoes on. I come back in and slip on my red vans. I take one last look around my place before once again leaving.

I haven't run this fast since track in high school. I burst into the little shop and instantly see Sam. She's sitting at the counter in front of all the tarts and pies they sell.

I give her a wave as I catch my breath. Sam looks me up and down. "Dude, did you run here?" I nod, reaching out for what I assume is Sam's water. Sam opens her mouth but doesn't say anything. I chug and chug the water until it's gone. "Sorry. But yes! I didn't mean to be late. Thanks for the water. I'll get you a new one." I let out as fast as I could as I felt the water land in my stomach.

"That was here and when I got here." Sam points to the empty water glass. My face becomes flushed with disgust, and my mouth dry. "Wha-" "I'm just fucking with you. Come sit down!" Sam pats the stool next to her. I can tell by Sam's reaction that a look of relief came over me. "Sorry, I just had to get you for being late." I sit down and look at her. "Valid."

A man walks up to us and asks for our order. Since I'm tired, I order water, black coffee, and a lemon tart. I turn to Sam, looking over the menu on the wall that hasn't changed in over 70 years. Well, the prices have. Sam orders a coke and a piece of apple pie. The man gives a warm grunt and walks away.

I look over to Sam. "Once again, sorry about being late." She nods her head. "It's okay." The elephant in the room has made itself known as silence surrounds us.

"So uh-"

"Sam I-"

We both start but stop and end up laughing at our miscommunication. Sam raises her hand to go first. "Y/N. I just want to apologize for how I acted last night." She quickly paused and purses her lips before continuing.

"It's just that the day you came into work and looked me in the eyes. You looked at me how I wish everyone looked at me. I just felt this instant connection to you, and trust me, I know that sounds super weird and stalkery, but it's true. As the day went on, you and I worked as one. We clicked!"

I go to stop Sam, but I don't. Because I know the exact feeling, she is talking about.

"And then once I saw that dirty blonde with her arm wrapped around you, I got so jealous and mad at myself. But then when-" Sam stops and looks at people around us before turning back to me. "When I figured out the blonde was Mary-Kate-" Sam whispers when she says MK's name.

"That's when it all clicked. That's when I figured out why you looked so familiar. I've seen the articles!" Sam puts her head into her hands before pulling it back to face me. To make sure, I look into her blue eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for being so fucking rude to you. All you did was be nice; I took that to mean something else. That's unfair to you, to Max, to the Olsens. I'm just so incredibly sorry! And don't worry, I won't ever tell anyone you know them or anything."

Sam finally finished, and she looks so fragile. It's like the stress of the conversation was keeping her up. I stand up and hug her from behind. I only let go when she squeezes my hand. I sit back down on the stool next to me. "I forgive you, Sam. Trust me. I know what it's like. So it's okay." I don't go into details or let my forgiveness go on any longer. Sam smiles. "Friends?" I chuckle because, yes, "friends."

We smile at each other just as our food and drinks arrive. After a bite of one another's treats, we start to learn more about one another to become better friends.

"Text me when you get home, so I know you're safe!" I yell out to Sam as she gets farther and farther away. "You too!" Her and I wave before focusing on our own routes home.

After two blocks, I pull out my phone and decide to let the twins know that I spoke to Sam. Not surprisingly, Ash responds instantly.

Y/N & Twins 4:02 PM

Spoke to Sam Everything's cool now She says sorry to you MK as well she felt awful

Ash: Awww well I'm happy you two figured it out

I wait for a text from MK, but it doesn't come. She hasn't talked in this chat all day. Maybe she's busy? Oh well, I won't sweat it. I go on about my walk back home.

Liz POV

It's now after 9, and with my call time being in twelve hours, I need to be in bed now! I've already done my nightly routine, but all that's left is for me to go to bed, put my head on my pillow and sleep, but that last step is the tricky part.

I can't drift off and sleep without thinking about Y/N. I let out a frustrating noise as I reach for my phone. I look at the blank screen. No calls. No texts. No emails. Nothing from Y/N.

"Screw it." I let out before reaching her name in my contacts. I click on it and hit the call button.

Y/N POV

I make it back to my apartment in one piece and let Sam know I'm safe. I start getting a few things ready for tonight's movie fest. Nothing major just extra pillows and blankets I have stored in my closet since it's going to be Max, James, and I tonight.

I flip on my tv since I have time to kill. I go to the Netflix app to put on New Girl when a movie thumbnail catches my eye. I furrow my brows and walk closer to my tv screen. "Liz?"

Netflix doesn't let me get a better look. Instead, it does the auto-play thing that I hate and starts playing this movie called Wind River. I know I have time before Max and James get here, so I decide to let the movie play.

I can feel myself getting pulled into this movie only five minutes in. However, I feel my phone buzz next to me, breaking me out. I pause the movie, answering my phone and expecting Max.

Y/N: What up whore?

There's a long pause before I hear Max's breath come through my phone.

Y: Max?

Liz: Y/N?

I pull my phone back from my face because that's not Max. My eyes go wide, and my face goes red, realizing what I've done.

I open my mouth, but nothing is happening.

Oh my God, I can't breathe!

Speak!!!

Y: Liz!? I- Oh- I'm so sorry I-

Before I can continue, her angelic voice cuts me off.

Liz: Y/N I-

Part 14

#y/n #otiweo #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth chase olsen #fanfic #lizzie olsen #fluff #shut up sam #lizzie sighting #this part gets rough because i was struggling #please like this one #if you read this reply with a duck #filler chpater #omg #omg boting a little bit to much

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ryanmeft · 1 year ago

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Ryan's 2023 Film Guide

For the hell of it, I've decided to slap together a "guide" for the 2023 movies I've seen, and whether and how much they are worth your time. I do not consider my opinion sacred or objectively correct, but hopefully what I have to write will help you make viewing decisions in some way. I'll post an updated version of this after I've seen more movies, but for now, here you go.

Anatomy of a Fall ***

Two incredible performances, by actors playing a mother and a visually-impaired son, elevate this courtroom drama/mystery even at times when one-note supporting characters and a somewhat indulgent running time threaten to upend our tolerance. In French and English with English subtitles.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania ***

Though it constantly tries to upend itself with with dumb humor and overproduction, this is a perfectly fine Ant-Man film for fans of the first two. It embraces comic book weirdness in a way fans disappointed in the franchise’s more sterile entries may appreciate.

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret ***1/2

I do love this modern trend in teen movies, where we shift away from gross-out sex comedies and into films that treat teens like budding adults, with all the baggage, hopes and fears that go with that. Whether you ever read the book or not, this is a coming-of-age story well worth a watch.

Asteroid City ****

I divided sharply with critics on Wes Anderson’s pretty-but-plodding previous feature, The French Dispatch, so it was a joy to see him return to the level of oddballs-and-misfits comedic genius he previously achieved in movies like The Grand Budapest Hotel. Every character is lovable and quirky in all the right ways, and the visuals are like a decorated cake you want never to eat, to avoid disrupting it.

Barbie ***1/2

Margot Robbie, Ryan Gosling and Kate Mckinnon hit every single note that Greta Gerwig can concoct perfectly, delivering a movie that is funny, touching, poignant, and most definitely transcends the reputation of toy-based films. This is much more than a girl trip movie for the Sunday brunch crowd.

Creed III ***

If you liked the first two helpings of Creed, you’ll be well-served by this third dish. It moves Adonis forward in his own story, particularly outside the ring, and features a compelling new antagonist who challenges the hero in both arenas.

The Equalizer 3 *

With a single star entirely for the unfailing talent of Denzel Washington, the third Equalizer movie is otherwise a joyless, thrill-less, pointless morass of gruesome violence, hollow characters and plodding direction. You’ll feel unclean by the time it’s over, and eager to escape into the sunshine.

The Flash ***

Who would have thought a disregarded film in a dead-franchise-walking like the DCEU could be this much fun? Excellent action sequences, clever fan-service and a perfect odd couple dynamic (where the couple is actually two of the same person) add up to one of DC’s best movies, and a thrill for fans of bombastic old comics.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 ***1/2

James Gunn and his crew send the Guardians off in style with one of the best superhero movies ever made, eschewing endless MCU connectivity bullcrap in favor of a character-driven sci-fi film that brings everyone full circle and delivers emotional closures for each character.

A Haunting in Venice ***1/2

The best yet in Kenneth Branagh’s series of Agatha Christie adaptations, a spooky setting, compelling mystery and excellent visuals are finally met by equally excellent performances of characters we find compelling, the key element that was missing in the previous films.

The Holdovers ****

At turns funny, endearing, touching and devastating, loneliness and the need for intimacy are explored through the lens of three dysfunctional people in one of the year’s best films. The environments, music, camerawork and literally everything else go a long way to redeeming Alexander Payne after the disastrous Downsizing.

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny ***1/2

After many (though not I) were disappointed with Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Indy gets one more chance at a swan song through the magic of digital technology. While some may object to that on principle and a few action scenes carry on too long, the overall package is still Indy at heart, and the big closing sequence may be the series’ best, sending Indy out on an appropriate note.

John Wick Chapter 4 ***1/2

Like Mission: Impossible, John Wick gets a nearly three hour runtime. Unlike Mission: Impossible, it earns that time with few reservations. The third movie kind of spun its wheels a bit, which is why it’s such a pleasure to say this one feels much shorter than it is and gives John a send-off both epic and personal.

Killers of the Flower Moon ***

A little too long, a little too sedate, and a little too obsessed with the villains at the expense of the actual Osage characters, Martin Scorsese’s latest passion project is nonetheless a true work of cinema for those with the patience to stick it out. You’ll be rewarded by stunning DiCaprio and De Niro performances, fantastic camerawork that drinks in every detail of the reservation, and a sobering message about the nature of evil and the too-often scant punishment for practicing it.

The Last Voyage of the Demeter ***

Billed as a closer look at what happened just before the events of the novel Dracula, this overlooked horror-thriller has a lot to offer anyone who feels that reasonably scary adventure movies should be more prevalent at theatres. There’s nothing revelatory here, but there is a fun and tense time if you’re into that sort of thing.

The Marvels **

This is the nadir of the MCU, a movie mostly so dull it could put food to sleep. The saving grace is Iman Vellani, who reprises her star-making role from the TV series Ms. Marvel and steals every scene she so much as breathes in. That’s also the movie’s biggest misstep: with five or six movies and TV shows being necessary viewing before going in, most people just won’t have the patience to slog through the homework for a mediocre film.

Mission: Impossible-Dead Reckoning Part One ***

You wanted action, you got action. With the exception of a few meaningless character-building scenes, the seventh M:I film barrels out of the gate and never slows down for the entire three-hour running time. That’s right: three hours. And if you think that’s a little long for M:I movie, you’re right. The audience will likely run out of steam long before the movie does, but if you’ve got the patience and a taste for pure action, you should still tune in.

Oppenheimer ****

An incredible examination of power, progress and the dangers of intertwining the two, Murphy, Downey and Pugh all offer A-list performances in arguably Christopher Nolan’s finest film to date. It is as much about how weak men fear and revile excellence as it is about a bomb or a bomb-maker, and every element clicks to deliver these messages perfectly.

Past Lives ****

An intimate, character-driven look at how the road not taken affects our lives, Past Lives gets into your very bones and stays there. You may end up wondering where those old flames and friends have gotten to. In Korean with English subtitles.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse ****

Packed with genuine thrills, revelations, twists and heart, the second in planned series of three Spider-Verse movies starts off strong out of the gate and doesn’t slow down. The development of the characters is spot on and subtle, especially for American animation, and the action and visuals are still executed perfectly. It’s the kind of thing we really want to see from a comic book movie.

The Super Mario Bros Movie ***1/2

It may not be what the critics wanted, but Mario is everything it needs to be for fans: witty, exciting, colorful and full of sly references to video game both famous and obscure. A musical sequence by Jack Black’s Bowser and a nihilistic magical star are among the touches that make it worthy of the attention even of families who do not game together.

Teeneage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem **

It’s got the cool animation style, it’s got the attitude, and it’s got the copious fan service, but unlike in Super Mario, these elements never cohese into a satisfying whole. The Turtles themselves are enjoyable enough in a movie that tries to ape Spider-Verse, but is held back by an outdated reliance on gross-out humor and lackluster plot.

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I want to thank you for explaining why the way Gamora's role was written contributes to her erasure. I think there can be a misconception that saying the writing didn't do enough for her is just complaining about her but that's not the case. She's an awesome character who was played perfectly by Zoe, but her story wasn't fleshed out and the aftermath of her death for nearly everyone but Peter was ignored and that's hurting her character. There's a difference between someone saying "it's very obvious Gamora was Groot's mom why didn't vol 3 explore what her being gone was like for him as that's really important and she deserved that recognition" vs "Nobody ever cared about Gamora and she and Groot never had a bond that's why they don't interact more". Some fans of Gamora have been talking about the first example because it's part of what was needed for stronger writing and because the lack of those details is contributing to many other people spewing the second example and clearly how vol 3 handled Gamora is leading to exclusions from merchandising.

There's also an issue where things directly related to her aren't being connected to 2014 Gamora or attributed to 2018 Gamora. Gamora was an abuse victim and her experience with Thanos could have been used as a way to have her story mesh with Rocket's and that never happens. This isn't great when you have people who since IW have been trying to pretend Thanos did nothing wrong. Peter is the only one to mention Gamora's role in creating the guardians. This isn't great when some people want to pretend she had no part in it or it was only Peter or the others who were heroes.

Also it may seem trivial to be upset that Gamora getting to talk about future plans or goals doesn't happen but it's another thing that distances her from all the other characters. A couple people have mentioned how Nebula saying she wants to help the saved children at the end of vol 3 is like the conversation Gamora has with her in vol 2. It was Gamora who said there are little girls like them who need saving and they could do that. Gamora wanted to do that work and Nebula wanted to kill Thanos. This doesn't mean Nebula can't take care of those kids but the issue is it's yet another thing in a long list of things where Gamora's values, relationships and heroism is diminished instead of being amplified. The movie could have had Gamora say that she now wants to go help more kids. It could have had Nebula speak about her conversation with Gamora from vol 2. Anything to bring attention to the benefits of Gamora's relationship with Nebula and the fact that Gamora had always believed in the potential to help other people. There are way too many missed opportunities and maybe this is all unintentional or maybe there's been a lot of good intentions that aren't being understood, but either way the result is Gamora being sidelined, losing her association with the guardians and the fact that the heart of who she is runs through the entire franchise isnt getting acknowledged.

yeahhh exactly, like these are all valid criticisms of the creative decisions made for her character and story...and since this all exists within the greater framework of the mcu franchise, it's also more than fair for us to look at how less cohesive these decisions post-endgame have made the gotg franchise as a whole !

like this isn't hating just to be a hater. it's perfectly normal to disagree with and be disappointed and upset by the way your favorite character is handled in canon, especially when it contradicts previous canon. and when the character in question is female or poc or queer, then we deserve the space to discuss how these kinds of decisions or this kind of treatment can be just a huge step backward and slap in the face for the representation that character provides

#ask #the gamora situation

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cap-ironman · 2 years ago

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2022 Cap-Iron Man Exchange Gifts unveiled on December 29

It’s the second day of reveals! Each day we will be revealing gifts created by 2022 Cap-Iron Man Holiday Exchange and Community Gifts event participants. The gifts will remain anonymous until January 11, giving everyone a chance to enjoy the works and guess the identities of creators. (Remember, if you've got a work in the collection, please remain anonymous until after creator reveals!)

Here are today’s gifts! ★

★ burger thursdays for oliverparker (MCU, 1788 words) When Steve gets a text from Tony one Wednesday night, canceling their Thursday lunch, Steve can’t help but feel more than a little disappointed. It’s the one time a week they got to be alone together, and sure, maybe he should have done something about his giant, stupid crush on the man before now, but still. It stings, just a little. Or, team lunches turn into Steve and Tony lunches, they both have a lot of feelings, and misunderstandings abound.

★ Everlasting devotion for picturecat (3490, 5715 words) With their diplomatic mission on Xandar over, Steve is looking forward to a well-deserved vacation — on a space cruise! — with his beloved long time fiancée Natasha. The space pirates, though, are an unpleasant surprise.

★ feelings that never left for Cap Iron Man Community (MCU, 587 words) The last thing Tony expects while working on the time machine for the so-called Time Heist is to be confronted with the very man he thought he'd made his peace with.

Guess some wounds run deeper than we think. To check out all of this year’s gifts (so far!), head over to the 2022 Captain America/Iron Man Holiday Exchange AO3 Collection.

When your gift is revealed, please be sure to comment and thank your gifter! If you’re the creator of a gift that’s now been revealed, you can reply to any comments and stay anonymous — AO3 will automatically show you as "Anonymous Author" until the creator reveals.

Finally, you may want to change the publication date of your work to today’s date so that it shows up at the top of AO3's feeds. AO3’s guide is available here and we have a more detailed version here. Happy holidays, and we hope you enjoy all of the revealed works!

♥ Your 2022 Cap-Iron Man Holiday Exchange and Community Gifts mods

#stevetony #stony #superhusbands #capimholidayexchange #capimevents

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sorry, this got so long, i definitely got off topic to cry about stevebucky and sambucky and you did not ask for the novel length of this 😬

okay, I finished that silly little book. I can appreciate it for the fact that we finally have some more exploration of bucky’s character signed off by marvel but I went into this without having read the blurb (my own fault) and so to discover it was an AU, I started reading it before I sent you that ask, was kind of disappointing. I really wanted to love this but the way bucky was portrayed in here almost felt cartoonish and wildly out of character, more a bumbling idiot than the sharp, responsible buck we know and love, and you couldn't really tell bucky was seventeen for the most part, he almost felt like a twelve year old kid in the way he acted.

it’s also intended for a young audience so I guess this is why that 1941 plotline had to be dragged out for so long. I do think it’s funny that the entire “who the hell is bucky” moment was with an actually confirmed lover in this book, which kind of confirms stucky was romantic, if you squint. maybe not. and oh my god, steve!! he was there for like two minutes, but I loved that quick little interaction they had.

(and I mean, I can get behind the au thing of it all but how in the hell did bucky survive cryostasis and the torture without the supersoldier serum? 😭I KNOW it’s a comic book based story, but still)

I loved this book for the 1954 storyline, god. the reason why even wears the mask to begin with broke my heart all over again. the last two chapters and his mission in riga really sealed the deal for me. so, if anything, I’m glad I read this book for those chapters. the last two chapters were so good.

mostly I just feel resentment towards the mcu for sidelining bucky’s character for years. there is so much potential, or was, I wasn’t a fan or even aware of the cap trilogy back in 2014 but having watched ca:tws now I felt like, okay, after this it’s finally time to explore bucky’s character more in-depth. I felt like this was the set up to finally tell bucky’s story. and why didn’t they? he’s one of the most beloved characters ever. it’s crazy to me how homophobic those marvel execs must have been, they saw sebastian stan and chris evans had a little too much chemistry and were like nah, we can’t ever let those two be seen on screen together for longer than five minutes. and I love stevebucky, I do. but I didn’t expect marvel to ever go there. just a movie exploring bucky’s life as the winter soldier from 1945 to 2016 and after. his friendship with nat, those years on the run, wakanda, maybe. I’m so glad fanfic exists bc it definitely fills that void but I kind of feel bad for sebastian bc he clearly had expectations and wants for that character that he never saw fulfilled. the state of the mcu just makes me want to scream, thinking about tfatws feels like a fever dream now knowing that in cap4 and thunderbolts the writers will just “forget” this show ever happened. forever mad that they never hired good writers after cap2 who actually cared about these characters and narrative coherency.

this book just made me want to reread not easily conquered and dive back into the steve/bucky tag for good wwii fics. these characters had so much potential! and they went nowhere with them! I think on a panel in 2018 cevans joked about a potential tv show or something where they could dive into steve and bucky’s lives in the 40s and then immediately said it’d be impossible to make this show.

No worries anon, I'm happy to hear your take on things! And I do largely agree with you. The teen Bucky section wasn't nearly as strong as the Winter Soldier stuff. In the comics, you can see that young!Bucky struggles with being impulsive, at least partially because he's driven by this desperate need to prove himself. In the book, he was just like... kind of dumb lol (and also weirdly sexist at first, in a way that was probably realistic for the time frame, but still very off-putting).

But the 1954 chapters are much more compelling, especially towards the end. I kind of wish it hadn't been a YA novel, because I think it could've leaned deeper into the sort of slow-burning horror aspect of the Winter Soldier gradually realizing that he doesn't know who he is, and he can't trust any of the people around him. Like you said, the last two chapters were gripping, probably the highlight of the book.

As for everything else... lol, yeah. I've resigned myself to the fact that the MCU will never live up to what I want it to be. Which is a franchise that like... actually cares about its characters lol. Instead, it's more interested in expanding, creating new properties to milk dry and then move on, only occasionally giving us crumbs of the stories that roped people in in the first place. I'd love a WWII-era show, or really anything that gets into the backstories for Steve, Sam, or Bucky. And I think it could be really cool to tell those stories in some of the animated shows. But I also don't think that's going to happen lol.

I think you hit the nail on the head by calling TFATWS a "fever dream." I will be seeing C4 and Thunderbolts, and I'm glad to get new content, but... tbh I would be more excited if I believed we'd get a Sam and Bucky reunion down the line. Unfortunately, I'm not super optimistic that'll happen.

But! That's what we have fandom for, at least.

#captain america

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thexgrayxlady · 7 months ago

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What I Read in March 2024

Electric Idol by Katee Robert - 2.00/5.00

I never want to read a book with an influencer for a main character ever again. I thought I'd try this series, and I love Eros and Psyche, so I decided to start here. That was a mistake. Some of that's on me. I'm definitely missing some plot or context that happened in the previous book. However, the plot's convoluted enough on its own that the confusion is compounded.

Too much of the idiot plot revolves around social media.

The characters are so annoying and stupid. Specifically Psyche. Psyche is annoying and stupid. And she's such a passive character. Eros goes on and on about how smart she is, but she's not that smart. Eros is just that dumb.

Eros, on the other hand, is so bland. If you're going to make him a hit man, bad boy, actually let him kill people and be a monster. Don't just let him angst about how he's such a horrible, unlovable monster.

Also, Hermes is annoying. Hermes is so annoying. I had to add that.

The ratio of plot to erotica is majorly off. The author is trying so hard to have a legitimate plot, but there just isn't enough substance there to satisfy people reading this for the plot. And there isn't enough erotica here for people reading for the smut. What porn is here is too bland and vanilla for something that's trying to be a dark romance.

Nobody with an AO3 account has any reason to read this book.

The Bone Labyrinth by James Rollins - 3.00/5.00

Apparently, I draw my little suspension of disbelief line in the sand in regards to techno-thrillers at Atlantis. Still, this book served its purpose as something to be mildly entertaining on the train.

I appreciated that Gray had somewhat realistic consequences for the action sequences. He's a very solid everyman character. None of the characters are that deep, but they're pretty enjoyable. I love Seichan. She's my favorite. I found her super relatable when the back half of the plot starts to run on moon logic and she was the team's skeptic.

Redshirts by John Scalzi - 3.00/5.00

Redshirts is 2/3 of a good book, followed up by a self-indulgent series of too long epilogues.

I think there's a lot of good meta humor in here that I think would have been funnier pre-MCU oversaturating the media landscape. There's a bit about using shoddy, haphazard world building to the characters' advantage that's quite clever.

I'm always left vaguely disappointed by Scalzi. I always enjoy his stuff, but I'm also always left frustrated by his lack of ambition because I feel like he can do better. That being said, this is very fast-paced and easy to read, and if you like Star Trek and meta humor, I'd recommend giving it a shot.

#gray reads stuff

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grippingbeskar · 3 years ago

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looking to tomorrow | frank castle

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 8.2k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI ( fingering, blowjob, penetration (mxf), slight pain kink, mentions of marks/blood during sex, mirrors) swearing, canon typical violence, mentions of blood

a/n: the punisher has been my favourite show in the mcu for fucking YEARS but im new to writing so hopefully I did him justice, lots of love and as always pls tell me if i missed any warnings stay safe i love u all

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Bottom line, Frank was fucking lonely. Living life as ‘The Punisher’ wasn’t exactly a socially acceptable job, the only people he ever interacted with were ones he was about to kill. Not that he needed anyone. He preferred the solitude, the quiet of his small apartment when he came home in the early hours of the morning, gentle sunlight streaming through the one tiny window above his bed a glaring reminder he’d dragged himself through another full 24 hours without them.

One day at a time. That’s what Curtis drilled into him after every meeting. Just break it down to twenty four hours at a time, and before you know it, you made it. Truthfully the only thing getting him through each achingly long day was knowing every single asshole who even breathed the same air as those responsible for the death of his family would be six feet under; one way or the other. That and, well, you.

He’d met you just shy of four months ago, the adorable waitress behind the bar across the street from his shitty apartment. It had been a rough night for the both of you, Frank having to haul ass across the Manhattan bridge to chase down some of Agent Orange’s fucking goons, and you having spent the better part of your 8 hour shift swatting clammy hands away from your hips and counting out pennies for cheapskates who wouldn’t leave a tip. It was Frank who turned your night around, slamming his fist down on top of the drunk guys wandering hand hard enough you swear you heard bones crack.

Frank had reacted on instinct, but as he looked up, letting up his fist only enough so the douchebag could run out of the bar with his tail between his legs, your wide eyed stare took his damn breath away. He’d expected you to freak out, kick him out of the bar, but when you just smiled and uttered a shy ‘thank you’, he admitted he was intrigued.

You were damn infatuated, the only man in the three years you’d worked here to have any kind of positive reaction to seeing what happened every night, and it did help that he was possibly the most attractive man you’d ever seen walk in here.

Ever since then, a couple nights a week he would wander in towards the end of your shift, ask you about your night, take care of any lingering creeps while you counted the till and closed up, walking you to your car afterwards. It was your favourite part of the night, and eventually you found yourself looking for him, disappointed when he didn’t make it in, even if he did always bring some take out food with him the next time to make up for it.

Frank was a goner the moment you smiled at him, that half grin, half smirk you made, looking up through your lashes. He risked getting caught, going out earlier than normal, tracking in the day rather than late at night just so he could make it to the bar before you closed, let alone the hundreds of dollars he must have spent by now on drinks just to keep you coming down his end of the bar. He never realised how lonely he was until he started talking to you, the hours you’ve spent talking about nothing important, reciting mundane details about a trip to the grocery store, shit you thinks too boring to tell anyone else except that one person, because everything they do makes your heart beat like crazy.

He couldn’t get you out of his head. Occasionally you’d work the day shift, one Sunday a fortnight, and when he woke up he’d look out his window and see you serving a beer to some old guy still rolling from the night before. He tried not staring for too long, but on occasion there’d be something that made you laugh, and the sun would be shining just right, lighting up your eyes and smile lighting up your face, and he couldn’t find it in himself to tear his eyes away.

So, here he is, walking down the street at 2:30am, covered in blood (not his) and sweat (probably his) with a kick in his step trying to make sure he reaches you before you shut the rollers of the bar and lock him out. He rounds a corner and can feel his heart in his throat. What’s wrong with him? Acting like some kid with a crush on the girl next door. He had no idea what is was that he felt for you, hell; he didn’t know if he’d ever feel anything after he lost his family, but whatever this was felt new, refreshing, and overwhelming.

He hears the jingle of your keys and he jogs a little, wanting to make sure you hear him coming up behind you. He still has his hood on, but the light from the orange street lamp would make him visible enough to you, and you’d seen him coming up in the dark too many times to not recognise the thump of his steps as he trudges up the street.

“Thought you wouldn’t make it this time. Had to count all the quarters myself.” You say to him as he comes up next to you, reaching up and pulling the roller door down, holding it steady so you can lock it. Usually you had to use the big stick with a hook to reach it, but Franks giant frame makes quick work of it.

“This make it up to you?” Frank pulls out the brown paper bag, slightly greasy from the pooled oils at the bottom and it makes your mouth water, knowing the glorious smell of those famous shake shack fries anywhere. You reach out to take the bag, but your hand catches on his knuckles, bright red and flecked with blood.

“Who’d you kill for these, Frankie?” You try to joke, but he stills under your touch. Your hand wraps around his wrist, the fries suddenly not your focal point. The subtle light of the street lamp highlights the patterns of blue and green and purple that are skittered across his hand, the two top knuckles raw and bleeding. Probably infected, you think, your third year nursing degree finally coming in practical use.

Frank is hardly breathing. He hasn’t told you about his ‘occupation’, not wanting his violent tendencies to fray whatever rocky friendship the two of you had. This little thing has been his life ring for the past few months, you the only one yanking a smile out of him even on his shittiest nights, and he’s ruined it. All because he selfishly wanted to see you. Needed to see you.

“You did say these fries were to die for.” He tries, and that’s when you finally meet his gaze. He’s selfish again, because he knows what he looks like but he doesn’t care you’re seeing him all fucked up for the first time, as long as you look at him like that. Those damn eyes would send him mad.

Your hand leaves his wrist and your touch is feather light against the side of his head. Your middle finger strokes his temple as you pull his hood back, the cool breeze of the middle of the night freezing against the wetness of blood splattered on his head.

“Fucking hell, Frank. Where have you been?” It comes out all airy and soft. You weren’t scared, maybe a little, but only for him. That was a lot of blood to lose at the best of times let alone on his head, your brain already triaging the injuries before he answers.

“Just a fight. Some dumb kids tried to jump me, no big deal.” He goes to pull his hood back up.

“Bullshit. Look at you. Who the fuck is going to try and jump you?” He towers over you, and anyone with half a brain wouldn’t pick someone like that to mug, let alone Frank letting a few kids do this much damage. You’ve seen him get physical with a couple of the guys in the bar, the hint of something darker bubbling under the surface. You knew he was a soldier, a marine; so it made sense he could hold his own, but it was more than that, and there’s no way the man who walks like death is his personal assistant got his ass handed to him in an alley.

“Come with me.” You brush past him, taking the fries from his still outstretched hand.

“Listen, I-“

“Now, Frank.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He obeys, catching up to you in two giant strides, legs on auto pilot as they tracked the familiar route to your car. It was a short walk, and normally that made you happy. The less time you spent out in the cold open space of New York at 3am the better, but for the past couple of months you’ve been parking a little further away every time, knowing your time walking with Frank was limited.

You click your keys in the pocket on your hoodie, heart jumping every time Franks arm brushes against yours. You can’t help how he makes you feel, listening so intensely to everything you have to say, making you laugh even when you don’t want to, and his smile. God, it makes you swoon even to remember it. He was seriously doing something to you, but you never over stepped. He’d told you about his family, and how he spoke about them shattered your heart. He’d only brought them up a handful of times, usually to talk about something funny his kids used to do, or how proud he was to be their dad, but when he spoke about his wife, Maria. The things you would do to have a man speak about you the way he did. He’d stopped bringing her up a while ago though, and you never wanted to pry, but you could tell it still hurt him, and you wondered how recently it happened.

Finally you hear the little beeps of your car unlocking and the blinkers flash, Frank stepping out before you to open the door, giving you a flash of his bruised knuckles against your white car as he does so. Your heart shatters all over again thinking about how painful they would be, and as soon as you hear him click the belt into its socket you take off, zipping out of the alley and onto the main road.

“Kid, really. It was just a couple of guys being idiots. I’m fine.”

“Frank, come on. Your head is practically flooded with blood. We’re going to the hospital.”

“No. No hospitals.” His tone gets a little flatter, and you soften your own.

“You could have a concussion.”

“I don’t.”

“How would you even kno-“

“Because it’s not my blood.”

Cats out of the fucking bag now. If Frank could work up the courage to look you in the face he would probably see the disgust and fear rolled into one that was surely covering it. You don’t say anything, and it takes everything in him not to get on his knees and beg for you not to leave him. He’s hanging on by a god damn thread, and these past couple months have been the first time he’s seen some kind of light at the end of the shit filled tunnel he lived in, but he’s blown it out of the water now, and all he can do is try and soften the effect.

He lets out a breath and looks over at you, the whites of your eyes lit up by the red stoplight shimmering across your cheeks. He studies it, searches you for some kind of reaction, but all you do it reach into the bag of fries teetering on your knees and stuff your face full of them. One hand stays on the wheel to turn when the light goes green, your other coming up to stuff your face full again.

“You’re gonna choke on ‘em if you keep going like that.” You can hear the smile in his voice without looking at him, and your eyebrows come together, pouting.

“Well, maybe they will give us beds next to each other in the ER.” He laughs, and you turn the radio down so you can hear it better. Your so worried about him, the shock of his appearance blocked only slightly by your practical experience as a nurse. It’s different seeing someone you care about like that though, and saying Frank is someone you care about seems too small a statement.

Your apartment building comes into view, and for a second you think about driving past and going straight to your other workplace at the hospital, but the way his tone changed makes you think he’s got a serious problem with them, and it’s not hard to figure out where that might have come from. Turning into the parking garage, you pull the handbrake and shift to face him, eating the last of the fries that fell into the bottom of the bag.

“You know that if I don’t take you to the hospital and you die on my couch, I will go to prison.”

“Maybe we can have cells next to each other.” He turns your words against you and you laugh this time, more from shock that he’s the one joking while he’s bleeding out on the passenger seat. You get out of the car and when you hear him shut his door you lock it behind you, beginning the ascent up to your apartment.

Frank follows you like a fucking dog to a bone, seeing that smile nearly giving him a semi on the way here. He should have told you to drop him home, should have told you that he’s dangerous, to stay away. He should have done a lot of things, but when he realised where you were going, that you were taking him home, your home, he wasn’t a strong enough man to turn that down.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you look back occasionally, monitoring your patient who keeps an easy pace with you. Good, at least you know he hasn’t punctured a lung under there. He does wince slightly when he leans to his left, and his hands and head are what your worried about, but maybe it’s not as serious as you think. Besides, if most of the blood isn’t his, maybe you don’t have that much work ahead of you.

Maybe that should have scared you, but you felt nothing when he said it. Not a hint of fear, there’s nothing he could say that would scare you. The moments you’ve spent with him have been some of the most intimate you’ve ever shared with someone, and you’ve never even kissed him.

Just the idea of that sends your mind wandering, and as you stop in front of your door, you realise what you are about to do. Frank, and you. Alone. In your apartment. Really alone.

Your hands shake putting the key in the door.

Frank sees it. He thinks you must be scared shitless, letting him in when he looks like that, and after his confession in the car, you probably think he’s some kind of axe murderer. You’d be right, too. Not stepping too far into your apartment, he has no idea what to do next, watching you move swiftly inside he takes a look around, curiosity eating him alive.

It’s exactly how he pictured, packed to the brim of stuff. Books stacked on top of each other in near toppling piles next to a full bookshelf clearly too small for your expanding collection, receipts and torn pieces of paper marking your place in a few. It’s clean, cleaner than Franks, but the jacket strewn on the end of the couch, the pictures hanging on the wall, magnets and photo booth clippings on the fridge make it feel a lot more like a home than his does.

By the time he looks over at you, you’ve made a neat little stack on the coffee table, and brought out a bottle of vodka and whiskey, standing equally as tall around the pile of medical supplies.

“Sit.” He does, unzipping his jacket from under his chin to halfway down his chest, the white singlet underneath splattered red, but all you can focus on is the hint of toned chest that pokes out the top. Your hands are full, one holding the whiskey and one holding the vodka.

“You planning a cocktail party?” He motions his head to the bottles.

“Ohh, you’ve got jokes now, huh? Funny. This is to sterilise.” You shake the vodka, and push the whiskey into his opposite hand. “This, to drink.” He ‘hmm’s slightly, a little smirk on his face as he takes a swig from the brown liquid, letting the bottle rest next to him.

You pull his other hand towards you, examining. The two top knuckles are weeping and cracked, clearly used to the abuse he’s thrown at them tonight.

“This is gonna sting. You think you can be a big boy, or do I need to bribe you with a lolly pop?” He laughs, and as much as you just want to get lost in the sound you take the distraction, using the small bottle of anti septic and gently letting the liquid clean his knuckles. He sucks in a breath, and your thumb brushes his skin soothingly as you work.

Frank would probably let you perform open heart surgery on this couch if your fingers would keep brushing over his pulse point, the light caress sending shivers down his spine and he has to bite his fucking tongue to keep it together. It stings like hell, but it’s nothing compared to what he’s felt before, so his face never changes as you use a small cotton pad and remove the dirt and foreign blood caught up in the wounds. You move to the other hand, and he sucks in another breath, but watches you work, eyes never leaving you.

Once you were satisfied, you turned, adjusting yourself on your knees in front of him. He’s in pain, and you need all the focus you can get, especially if there’s something serious under that jacket, but you cant help but also think about what else those clothes are concealing. You’ve thought about being on your knees in front of him so many times, but in your mind he’s enjoying it a-lot more.

“Take off your shirt.” You say, and your eyes widen as you watch him wordlessly obey. He takes a swig of the whiskey, and a little drop of it sneaks down his chin and throat, glistening a trail down to his chest, and you lose sight of it as the singlet suddenly disappears, revealing his entire abdomen in all its glory.

He is ripped, no doubt about that, and you want to sit here and admire him for days, marking every curve of his muscles and scars on his chest. It makes your mouth dry, and you take the bottle of vodka, sterilising a small thread needle for the giant gash across one of his pecs that has somehow now been the object of your attraction, your mind wandering all over him. You take a drink before moving closer to him, coming in between his spread legs as he sits back down, leaning slightly so you can reach him.

“You don’t have to do this.” He says softly and you roll your eyes.

“Think of it as pay back for all the assholes you’ve beat up for me. This will hurt a lot more.” He nods but doesn’t even flinch as the needle enters his skin creating the first thread.

“I do that for my own personal enjoyment.” He mumbles from above you, and you can tell he’s looking down at you because the heat of his words land on your forehead. You wish you drank more of that vodka, having to still to stop the shaking in your hands.

“Maybe you should try monopoly. Or yoga. A less violent hobby.” Frank tries not to move under you as you make your way through the gash, cleaning as you go.

“I’ll do yoga if you’re gonna be there.” His voice is low and hot and your cheeks flush an embarrassing shade of red.

“Perve.” He can’t control the little laugh that comes out, but you put through the last thread, sticking the steri-pad over your work and throwing the needle in a little paper bag. You stand and go over to the sink, wetting a tea towel and bringing it back over, his eyes following you the whole way.

“Do you want to…” you offer the wet rag to him but he shakes his head and makes no move to grab it, so you place a hand on his bare shoulder and wipe at the blood. It’s hard and dry, and his hair gets stuck in it as you try to scrub it out. You take a step in to stand in between his legs so you can reach the top of his head, which drops and his forehead rests against your stomach. You mind is fuzzy and the way his hands inch forward just out of your sight, closer to your legs makes you worried they might actually give out if he touches you, four months of near misses building a tower of need that’s about to topple down.

“See, not my blood. ” He mumbles and you can see he’s right, but it scared you no less. A shakey breath escapes you, and the building anxiety that he was going to have an injury you couldn’t patch up slowly dissipates as you swipe away the last of the blood, no injury evident.

“You scared me.” This makes him look up at you, and it’s the closest you have both been to each other. Frank’s chin brushes against your tummy and he can smell the lavender soap you use in your skin, somehow still just as strong even through the whiskey and vodka wafting in the room. You sniffle slightly, and his hands have finally traveled the distance to the backs of your knees, wrapping around you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to. Just needed to see you.” Your heart might burst, the wide eye way he looks up at you mixed with this thumb brushing a sensitive spot on the back on your knees driving you wild. Instinctively your hand comes under his chin, and he nearly nuzzles into the touch.

“What happened to you?”

“I can’t- shit.” You let him try to find the words, your touch persevering. “It’s a long story. I want to tell you, I do, but not tonight. Please.” The vulnerability in his voice rattles you a little and you nod. You don’t really care what the story is, knowing him like you do there’s nothing that he wouldn’t do without a reason you stand by.

“Okay. What do you wanna do?” He smiles up at you, and you down at him, and in one smooth movement he pushes your knees in, lifting you on top of him, your legs on either side of his. You heart is beating so hard there’s no way he can’t hear it.

Franks hands are usually so still, he’s trained for years to make them so, but with you in his lap, your hands resting on his chest light enough to not come down too hard on his new stitches, he can’t stop his hands from shaking. Nerves he hasn’t felt since high school fizzle in his chest and the hard on he’s sporting is getting more difficult to hide, your warmth so close to him he’s starting to break a sweat. Trying to gage a reaction, never crossing this line with you before, his hands come around your lower back, pulling you into him, and he leans in, not fully, but close enough he can feel you breath on his face and he drinks in the sensation.

“Frank.” You only say his name but it is filled with uncertainty. Does this mean the same thing to you as it does to him? If you do this, theres no going back, and you dont think you can sacrifice the relationship you have right now, no matter how bad you want him. You would forever hold him at arms length if it meant you could hold onto him forever. “What are we doing?”

“I dont know.” He answers honestly. He cant think straight, having you so close. All he knows is what he wants, and those short little shudders coming from you convince him you want the same thing.

“You’re hurt.” You look down at his bare chest, the lower part pressing against you so hard that when he breaths his ribcage expands into you.

“I dont give a fuck about that right now.” He says, so low in his throat that it comes out as almost a growl. “Just- just stay.” Your hands snake up behind his neck, linking together. Nodding, you press your forehead to his.

“We dont have to do anything. I have pizza in the fridge, and you can crash on the couch. No harm, no foul.” His breathing has steadied, and you think thats going to be it. Until he talks.

“What’s my other option?” He doesn't look at you, but his hands have moved, and where they were once unsure, they now lead with purpose, coming to rest on your hips and you bite your lip, feeling the shear size of them against you; enveloping you in their hold.

“I- um. I think you’ll have to show me.” He looks at you now, a smirk pulling up the side of his face.

“Yeah?” You nod against his forehead. “I think I can do that.”

His right hand takes its time travelling the distance between your hip and the hem of your skirt, tracing the line it makes across your stomach. Leaning forward, his lips; the ones you’ve thought about kissing for weeks and weeks finally meet yours, and they taste better than you imagined.

He starts soft, almost hesitant, giving you time to pull away, and when you dont, he uses his hand that is still on your hip to hold you in position and kisses you harder. With purpose, his lips move against yours with urgency and desperation, like he might have been waiting just as long as you have for this exact moment. His hand still drags along the waistband of your skirt, then comes over the top, tracing a soft, heated line down to your thigh, which he grabs and squeezes as soon as he touches bare flesh.

Frank is drunk. Not on whiskey, but on the taste of you in his mouth. He pushes harder against you, his back coming off the couch and forcing you down on him, and thats when he hears a small, soft tone moan that flutters right into his mouth, drowned by his dominating force. He’s hard, instantly, and he knows you can feel it, pushing his hips up into you slightly, working to draw another pretty sound from you.

His hand slides up your skirt, and you gasp when he finally meets you. Two fingers set a torturous pace outside your underwear, and you know he can feel how wet you are already. He pulls his mouth from yours, peppering long, drawn kisses on the sides of your neck as he slowly works you.

“How long you been this worked up for me, sweetheart?” The nickname sends your stomach flipping inward and you cant help the little whimper that comes out of you as he brushes over your most sensitive spot.

“God, Frank. Months.” You have to concentrate to get any words out because Frank. Frank was finally underneath you, and if you weren't feeling as good as you were right now, you would of had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming. One arm comes around your back and pulls you toward him, forcing you to come up on your knees, giving Frank more room to work.

“Thats just fuckin’ cruel of me. Leaving you like this. Have to take care of you then, huh?” You nod rapidly and quiet little ‘please’s tumble from your lips and he chuckles darkly, slipping his fingers under your panties and sliding inside of you. “Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” He looks up at you, stopping his assault on your neck, and you could already tell how many hickies he had left in his path.

“Please dont s-stop. Fuck, Frank.” He curls his fingers and draws them out, only repeat the motion over and over, his thumb somehow continuously working your clit at the same time. You knew those hands would feel delicious inside of you, but they worked you so well, so skilfully that you never could have even dreamed it could be like this.

“Look at me.” You drop your chin and the hand behind your back comes up to hold your face in place. You try to flutter your eyes open, and its only when he kisses you that your brain stops short circuiting and you make eye contact with him. “Atta girl. Now keep ‘em open. You look away and I stop.” Your mouth is open and your panting, putty in his hands as he draws short, loud whimpers from you.

“Wanna see your face when I make you cum for the first time.” The promise of more makes the familiar pressure in your tummy build, and your hips start to jerk to meet his thrusts.

“Sound so pretty for me. You know how long I’ve been waitin’ to have you like this?” Your eyes close and you cant hold your head up, but his hand does it for you, resting your chin between his thumb and fingers, almost choking you if he applied pressure, the thought only pushing you closer to the edge. “What’d I say?” His hand slows and your eyes shoot open, finding him smiling up at you. “There you go. Good girl.”

“How long?” Your question is breathy and he kisses your open mouth.

“How long what?” He kisses down the side of your throat, leaving marks in his wake.

“How long have you wanted me, Castle?” You can feel his head shaking against your chest, his still damp hair tickling the bare part of it.

“God, sweetheart. You have no idea. As soon as I saw you I knew.” You are struggling to keep your eyes open and he can tell your close, feeling you tighten around just two of his fingers. He quickens his pace. “Now you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes! S-shit I’m so close-” He enters you faster and faster, never missing a fucking beat and you cry out, his name falling from your lips in between a string of curses.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me, I’ve got you.” Your hips move wildly but he never stops, able to control your movements from inside of you. You scream his name into the darkness of your apartment and come undone on his hand, his lips swallowing every moan and shout you throw at him. He moans along with you, feeling it vibrate on your throat when he starts working his way down. “Atta girl. Fucking hell.”

He doesn't slow his pace until your writhing in his lap, shuddering, and your legs give out under you. Two strong arms come to pull you against him and he is so warm, his skin feeling electric.

Frank had never seen something so beautiful in his life. Watching you lose control like that, the girl whos always got a handle on everything, the one who ordered him home and cleaned him up. Seeing you, on top of him, screaming his name as you came just from the touch of his hand, well it was nothing short of god damn beautiful. His cock is painfully hard in his jeans, and the effects of your orgasm dripping right onto his erection only make the sensation more immediate. He watches you intently as you sit up, his hands still wrapped around you.

You make quick work of your own shirt, and then shimmy out of your skirt, pulling it over your head too, the elastic material making it easy to stretch it over. Franks eyes nearly pop out of his head and, unable to stop himself, his hands glide up your stomach, over your breasts making sure to give a slight squeeze as they do, and resting on your shoulders. He is not shy about staring, as you were, and drinks in the look of you.

He wants to lay you out and kiss every section of your body. Wants to lock you in his room and spend days memorising every inch of you, studying every curve like his life depended on it, because that’s how it felt. He couldn’t take his hands off you, the sight in front of him only building his arousal. You must notice this, because quickly your hands shoot down and undo the button and zipper.

Finding your feet on legs that feel like jelly you step off him, kneeling in between his legs and pulling his jeans the rest of the way off, shoving them under the table behind you. God he was fucking hot. His legs were built like tree trunks, solid and strong, and there’s not a woman on earth that could ignore what he had underneath his boxers, the sight making you want to pounce. Getting as close as possible, you slip your fingers under the waistline, and he sucks in a breath, sounding exactly the same as when you were cleaning his knuckles before, and you think he might have hurt himself, maybe tearing a stitch.

“Are you o-“

“Shit. Yes. Yes.” His short responses make you furrow your brows, but when you pull down his boxers you think you understand. The head of his cock is red, already leaking with pre cum as you slide the boxers down and take in the sight of Frank Castle completely naked on your couch. His arms are resting on the back of the couch, his legs spread open to give you space between them, making himself as big as possible.

You’ve dreamed about having him laid out like this in front of you almost as much as he has dreams of having you on your knees in front of him. He stares as you, anticipation building in his chest and dick as your tongue darts out to wet your lips. Not being able to control your impulsiveness you move, fast, and take the head of him into your mouth, a gasp leaving Franks mouth involuntarily.

Slowly you swirl your tongue around his sensitive end, moving inch by inch down the rest of him. He groans and his hand comes behind you to tangle in your hair, not pushing but desperate to have something to hold on to.

Franks mind is blurred white. All he can think of, all he will ever think of when he sees your face, your smile, that smart fuckin’ mouth will be how good it felt to be in this moment, your skilled swirls taking him deeper and deeper, nearly making him finish within seconds. The hand in your hair grips tighter and he had to dig his nails into the palm of his hand to maintain any form of control, stopping himself from fucking your mouth till tears stream down your face. He wants to be careful with you; you were soft and sweet and everything he wasn't, but seeing how innocent you look with his cock down your throat would send any man wild.

“Jesus, sweetheart. You takin’ me so fuckin’ well. So good.” He praises and you moan around him, the sensation stopping his ability to speak, only half formed words mingled with strangled gasps filling the air around you. You move faster, take him deeper, wanting to hear all those sounds that he makes because of you, savouring the feeling of him.

Both of you have no idea how long this fleeting moment will last; hell, neither of you knows what this even means. You were pretty sure he thought of you as a friend, but he technically made the first move, right? Frank cant think straight with your mouth around him, your quick pace causing the saliva to spill form your mouth slightly, the sight pushing him closer and closer. He doesn't know where he gets the strength, probably only the promise of burying himself inside you that allows him to pull you off him, his lips immediately crashing down on you, the taste of himself still remaining on your lips.

He leans down and picks you up, and without removing his lips from yours one arm comes underneath you and you wrap your legs around him. He kisses you so hard you think you might drown, and all you can do is whimper and moan underneath his command.

“Bedroom.” Is all Frank says and a wild hand waves down the hall before returning to the back of his neck, spine arching into him as he kicks the door in behind you, revealing your small bedroom.

Your eyes open and see the caved in door behind Frank, but you dont care enough to say anything and he doesn't either, apparently. Reaching the end of your bed, he throws you down, your pillows bouncing and some falling to the floor as your body hits it, and you watch him crawl up the length of the mattress, eyes on you. He kisses your thighs, starting on the left then the right, then comes up to kiss each hip bone, sucking slightly as he does so. The pace of your movements has drastically changed, heat of the moment kisses replaced by passionate, mind melting purpose.

He continues up your body, kissing the spot between your belly button and the hem of your underpants, and he slowly hooks his fingers under them and pulls them down, his eyes burning holes into your own. This is the most sensual thing that has ever happened in your life, but somehow you knew Frank would fuck how he talks; with his full attention on you and complete concentration.

The breeze from your open window blows across your bare lower half and he slides a hand under your back, one hand undoing your bra and tossing it to the side, both of you now completely naked. You can feel his hard, wet length against your left thigh, and a new wave of anxiety overtakes you. What happens next will change everything - everything before now could be spoken down to heat of the moment, a lapse in judgement. Here, now, both of you have plenty of time to consider the other, yet neither of you move away. His face hovers over yours, his forehead brushing against yours every time he breathes out.

“What are you thinking about?” You blink up at him.

“You, sweetheart. Always you.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips, then your nose.

“Are you sure you want this? I- We can stop. If you want.” You voice is hardly above a whisper, terrified he would take you up on that. Your legs were already shaking at the thought of him between them, months of late nights behind you, and only this moment to shatter them.

“The only way I’ll stop is if you tell me to. That what you want?” You shake your head violently under him and he laughs, a hand coming to your cheek and stilling you. You smile up at him, mirroring him. “I ever tell you how pretty you look when you smile?”

“No. You can start now, though.” Both of you laugh breathlessly, enjoying this calm before the ultimate storm that is now inevitable to break between you.

“You look pretty. When you smile. When you don’t. Always.” He doesn't keep talking because you pull him down and kiss him, slower this time, letting your tongue explore all the parts you missed before. He grinds against you, the hand not holding your face coming to grip the side of your waist. You chase him, one of your hands trailing down his chest, skipping the side with the new stitches, but taking your time to feel every part of him. Even though your eyes are closed you can tell every time your fingers run over a new scar, and new muscle, because Frank reacts differently, a small moan or a bite of your lip hinting his growing need.

Finally your hand wraps around his cock and your thumb brushes over the head, Franks mouth opening and a stuttered groan filling the silent room as you run him against you, up and down, just once before removing your hand, the tip of him at your entrance. He looks up at you, a silent question and you nod. After what feels like an eternity, he enters you.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He growls out and you cant help but tighten around him. He fits you as perfect as you dreamed, and how you have dreamed of this moment. Nothing compares to how he feels inside of you, a little bit of pain at the size of him not even in your mind as he hits a spot inside of you that has you arching your back and whispering his name.

He moves so slow at first, noticing the slight wince as he adjusts himself and giving you the time to get used to him. He’s more than happy to take it slow, wanting to be inside of you for as long as possible. Frank could die a happy man as long as he could be buried inside of you one last time, and as he grinds back into you, the pretty sounds you make as he fills you feed his ego and his pleasure tenfold.

His pace picks up, finding a rhythm that both meets your jerking hips and also lets him maintain enough composure to not finish inside you just by looking at your face. You moan and your hands come up to his shoulders, nails digging in, scratching like a cat, most definitely drawing blood. Frank fucking loves it, and he cant help but sneak a look to his right at the mirror on the wall, wanting to see the evidence of your marks on him, making him yours as he makes you his. He can see red marks in your hands wake, a tiny drop of blood sliding to his ribcage under the ripples of his thrusts, and he growls.

“Thats it, baby. That feels good, huh?” Your mind is blank, eyes rolling back and all you can do is scream his name in response. Your world rotates to the left, and you realise the hand cupping your face has turned your head, your cheek pressing against the mattress. “Open your eyes. Atta girl.”

The image that floods your eyesight makes your stomach drop and your jaw swings under his grip. Frank pounds into you, his eyes finding yours in the mirror. Every muscle in his toned torso flexes with each thrust, and the size of him on top of you is disorienting, him looking so much bigger as he drills into you over and over.

“Look at how good you take me. Such a good girl, knew you would be.” You cant focus, the pleasure of him and his words an out of body experience. You can feel yourself about to explode, and seeing yourself in the mirror only makes you hotter. Frank watches you, every twitch and shuddering breath, every moan making him slam into you harder and harder. He knows your close, and he lets up his grip on your face, bringing his lips to your throat and kissing you there, his teeth scraping along as he does.

“F-F-Frank-” Your body is shaking and you cant see. He doesn’t let up. You dont want him to, wishing you could form the words to tell him how good he’s making you feel, how unbelievable he feels inside you, how you can feel every ridge of him driving you over the edge, and how you have dreamed of this moment every night since you’ve met him.

“I know, baby. Your close, I can feel it.” He kisses up your throat, to your chin and locks his eyes onto you. “You’re going to cum with me. When I say.” You screw your eyes shut and you whimper, starting to shake your head.

“When I fucking say. You got that?” He kisses your open mouth before you reply, knowing your going to obey whatever he commands. He goes faster, which you never thought was possible, a steady hand running across your bottom lip and dragging it down as he holds your head still. You have no where to look but straight at him, and its exactly where you want to be.

“Feels so fucking good. Feels like home.” Your jaw shakes and you wish you could reply, ask him if he really means that or if its just because he’s inside of you. You try to kiss him but he holds you too tight you cant move up high enough. He notices and drops to you, locking your lips together.

You whimper his name, hardly conscious and full of fucking heat. Your eyes roll back and he keeps kissing you, you trying your hardest to keep up with him.

“Such a good girl. You wanna cum now, pretty baby?” The sound that rips out of you is reminiscent of a sob, full of pleasure and he nods against your lips. “I know. I know. Cum with me. Now.” You feel one of his large hands brush over your clit and you scream, cumming harder than you ever have before.

Your eyes flash white and you feel Frank bottom out above you, moaning praises in your ear as you both ride out your highs simultaneously. You shake and he keeps that light touch on your clit, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible. Frank drops his forehead to your shoulder and the rest of him follows, slightly taking the wind out of you but your arms snake around his back anyway, holding him on top of you.

He’s still inside you, and you can feel the hot, sticky warmth of his cum inside of you, sending a new wave of shock through your brain. One of your hands comes up to his head, softly brushing through the short strands of hair. In your post orgasm high, you realise you’ve never really seen him with hair longer than a crew cut, and its grown out slightly, just enough that you can thread your fingers through it.

“You okay, sweet’art?” You nod when Frank breaks the silence, both of you still spent. His face nuzzles into your neck and he slides out and off of you, pulling you against his warm body, spooning you.

“I like your hair longer.” You look at the two of you in the mirror, his broad shoulders jutting over your own. He runs his nose along the top of your spine and up the back of your neck, peppering kisses wherever he can.

“I’ll grow it out, then.” This makes you giggle, and his arms only wrap around you tighter, a brilliant warmth filling every part of your body. Your eyes drift down the bed to the doorway, and you cant help but notice the caved in door lying in the entrance.

“Im never going to get my deposit back now.”

“Ill fix it. Tomorrow.” You desperately hope that means he’s going to stay the night, but knowing what you do about him, you dont want to hold him to any false pre tense. Yes, he just fucked you better than you’ve ever been fucked, and yes, he has already ruined you for any other man, but he might not feel the same, and you would take whatever he gives you.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. After breakfast.” You can feel his smirk against your skin and you have to bite your lip to silence the excited squeal that threatens to burst from your throat. “I meant it, you know.”

“Meant what?”

“You look so fuckin’ pretty when you smile like that.” He was staring at you through the mirror, clearly watching how you reacted to his confession, and he was satisfied when the red flush on your cheeks darkened a shade. He pressed a final kiss to your neck as he saw your eyes close, safe and sound in his arms.

Frank didn't know exactly what this was, whether you thought of him as a friend or more, but all he did know is there was no where he would rather be than wrapped up in you, watching you sleep. The moon was reflecting off the mirror from the window behind him, and he knew tomorrow would be coming soon, but for the first time in a very long time, he was looking forward to it.

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wolfvmin · 2 years ago

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blipped: before the snap (preview)

title: blipped: before the snap pairing: brother’s best friend!yoongi x female reader genre: major angst !!, fluff, brother’s best friend au, unrequited love, set in the marvel cinematic universe (mcu), slow burn?, implied age gap, heavy themes, the blip is kinda fucked up if u think abt it, brother!namjoon, bestfriend!taehyung warnings: manipulative and abusive mom, family issues, y/n has a careless one night stand, no smut for this part yet, this part is a bit boring i'm really sorry. word count: 19k (bruh,,) teaser word count: 695

At the age of 21, you confessed your feelings to your brother’s best friend, Yoongi, which he rejected. One day later, Thanos snapped, turning fifty percent of the world population to dust, leaving the other half lost, confused, and mourning–including you. Five years later, Bruce Banner snapped everyone back to life, including Yoongi, who doesn’t really know you anymore.

a/n before i wrote it: it’s okay to read this if you aren’t into the marvel movies. i just think that the concept of the blip is a really interesting (very traumatic and sad) topic for civilians. imagine the adjustment of your loved ones disappearing and then they just come back. a/n after i wrote it: holy shit i thought this was a fun idea but this is just pure devastation writing about the blip is no fun at all. so i'm not really happy with this one but it's looooong overdue so fck it i'll just post it and get it over with.

release date: October 30, 2022 playlist: blipped.

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Silence filled the air for a few minutes. It’s always like this with Yoongi. Silence, comfort, and safety. It was never quiet with you. Not in your life. But whenever Yoongi come into it, it became quiet. He has made you feel at peace. He has made you feel warm.

The warmth he offered sometimes hurt, you admit. But it was not his fault. You are greedy. You want more of the warmth than what he can offer. But you would take this hurt everyday than go back to the chaos and noise that you have known before him. And tonight, you feel you can allow yourself to be more greedy.

“Do I look pretty tonight?” The words come out of your mouth before you even think. The beating heart in your chest seemed to want to run away from your brain with how fast it went.

“What?” Yoongi undoubtedly found the question unusual as you have never asked him questions like this. You weren’t one to worry about your appearance. They know that you’re definitely insecure about a myriad of things but you refrain from letting people know about it. Indulging the people you care about your problems is just not you.

“I’m asking you if you think I’m attractive.” You repeat, cheeks blushing and eyes set in the other direction. Where you’re getting your confidence right now, you’re not sure where.

“Tsk.” He cocks his head and began to remove his jacket. “You are attractive.”

“No.” Your hands are now by your stomach, fiddling and playing together. “I’m asking if you think I’m attractive.”

There was a pause in the air for a few seconds. It seemed like he was thinking. “Come here.”

When your eyes lift up, you find him offering his jacket to you. He was holding it by its shoulder part, the back facing him and ready for you to slide your arms into the empty sleeves. A black long sleeve shirt was left on him, complementing his growing ebony hair that was reaching the back of his neck. He was yet to get a haircut and you’re thankful for that.

“My arms are gonna die, get in.” He pleads and you comply. You’re disappointed he doesn’t answer the question but you decide not to press into it further due to sudden embarrassment.

You step in and turned around, sliding your right arm first and then your left. You fix the jacket on you as you look straight ahead the empty sidewalk. This was his favorite one. The black one adorned with white details of dragons on the chest and the sleeves.

“Put your hand in the right pocket.” He instructs and you did. You feel something box-like and fish it out of the garment.

It was a rectangular black velvet box not bigger than your palm. “Wha–”

“It’s your present.” He interrupts your confused reaction.

Inside the box was a gold necklace with a pendant not bigger than half an inch. It resembled a butterfly. The wings were carved by horizontal lines but was connected to four tiny diamonds on each wing’s inner part.

“Is this real?” You ask, eyes squinting at the necklace now in your hand.

“Are you saying I’m cheap? Of course, it is. I had my friend from work get it. That’s where I stopped by before going in.” He answers and takes the necklace from you from the back.

Before you knew it, his arms were in your peripheral vision, ready to put the necklace on you. He clasps it around your neck and you feel the cold pendant on your hand, admiring it.

Cold hands turn you around by the shoulders, making you face him.

“You look beautiful.”

And he smiles. His hands are still on your shoulders, literally making him an arm length from you. The smile on his face is the cutest you have ever seen. It’s toothless and his cheeks more fluffier than ever. The way his eyes sparkled competed with the street lights and the present stars the night sky above the two of you.

He looked so beautiful.

You’re so fucked.

You’re irrevocably in love with Min Yoongi.

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where its just a day in the life of being the adopted daughter of the BLACK WIDOW her picking us up and training us, trying to bonb with us

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Natasha met you post-Black Widow. She was helping out Yelena with freeing the Widows’ when she came across you.

You were a teen at the time - but still brainwashed. Thankfully because of your age you hadn’t been brainwashed into doing anything too bad yet, but you were almost finished with your training.

Something struck Natasha when she saw you. Looking back on it, she assumes it was the fact that like her and Yelena, you had been put into the Red Room at a young age, and you were the first teen they saw while on these various missions.

While she was okay with fighting the other Widows’, it was hard for Natasha to fight you. At the time, she brushed it off as not wanting to hurt a kid, but she knew that she was taking a liking to you.

Which was why, when Yelena managed to free you, and you told them that you had nowhere to go, Natasha felt the need to do something about it. Unlike the other Widows’ who were adults, you couldn’t go out into the world alone and, after talking with Yelena, Natasha decided to take you along with her.

It wasn’t adoption per say, at least at first, but it was close enough.

You jumped at the opportunity to tag along with Natasha and while Yelena continued the Widows’ mission, Natasha took you back to Melina’s house., where you met Melina and Alexei.

You were wary around them at first, clinging to Natasha, but you warmed up.

However, it wasn’t long before Natasha had to go on the run again. She offered you the chance to stay there with Melina and Alexei but you had grown very close to Natasha and wanted to come with her.

So, you did.

It was difficult, escaping authority and having to constantly be moving, but it in a way it strengthened yours and Natasha’s bond. You guys got closer and learned to work together — as fighting partners as well as mother/daughter.

Which was why, not having known your biological parents or where they were, the word ‘mom’ easily fell off her lips.

It happened when you guys were eating take-out in your latest house. Natasha had passed you the water pitcher and “thanks, mom” just came so naturally.

For a second, you didn’t realize what you had said, until you looked up to see Natasha staring at you with wide eyes.

Then, it hit you. Holy shit my god. Had you just said that?? What just happened?

You got scared that Natasha would react badly, but it was the opposite. A huge grin broke out on her face and even happy tears of pure joy.

When you asked her what was going on, she said: “I’ve never been a mother.”

That’s when you smiled and hugged her and you officially agreed on becoming mother and daughter.

Natasha was worried on being a mother at first, scared that she messed it up, but after reassurance from Melina via a phone call, she fell into the role naturally.

She became much more protective.

Not that you minded.

This went on until the Avengers called upon Natasha to fight Thanos.

She brought you along with her and the team was thoroughly stunned.

“wHO ArE yOU???”

“NATASHAAAA”

Yeah, it was chaotic.

You weren’t fazed though and quickly befriended Wanda and attempted to befriend Vision.

Steve and Sam also became like uncles.

Tony was a bit more difficult because you initially blamed him for you and Natasha on the run, so you were distant at first.

You were also kinda disappointed that Clint wasn’t there. You had wanted to meet him (and Natasha wanted you to meet him) after the stories you heard.

Nonetheless, you went to Wakanda and that’s where you met Bucky. It wasn’t long before he became another uncle.

You absolutely loved fighting alongside Okoye and meeting Shuri. You were fascinated by her technology.

You also kicked ass on the battlefield.

But then . . . You lost.

You watched Bucky disappear and even though you hadn’t known him for nearly as long as Natasha and Steve did, you still felt great pain.

Then you learned to that Sam and Wanda had gotten snapped and it got worse.

The days leading after were some of the most difficult days ever.

It was the first time you had to be strong for your mom, seeing as she had lost her friends too, and you panicked at first.

But you had been her daughter for awhile now and you knew what to do. You hugged Natasha and was there for her.

In the months coming, you helped the reminding heroes rebuild the world and you eventually joined the Avengers under your mother’s lead.

You also met Clint but it wasn’t a happy meeting, really, since he had lost his family.

You continued on as an Avenger with Natasha by your side. You met Carol and she was like an aunt and was amazing.

Things started to turn on the bright side when one day Natasha walked in with a genuine smile and held papers.

You could only guess what they were for at first, but quickly was shown and freaked out (a happy freak out) after.

Adoption papers.

You jumped and yelled and screamed and cheered, unbelievably happy that this was becoming official official.

You were Natasha’s daughter.

While the past few years had been difficult, this made it all worth it. You didn’t know where you’d be without Natasha and she was always with you.

Eventually, the team had a plan to defeat Thanos.

Which felt liked a miracle.

Natasha lives because I say so.

You and her got to tag-team Thanos’ enemies.

Literally the best team since Clint and Nat.

(Clint was jealous)

Then, you got everyone back!

You were SO happy to see Bucky, Sam, and Wanda again, and so was Natasha.

After you all reunited and the world went back to semi-normal, you and Natasha visited Yelena, Alexei, and Melina who were beyond happy to see you both.

Things started to turn up again and you were so grateful to have Nat at your side.

She was the best mom EVER.

Always looking out for you and protecting you

If any of the other Avengers made the slightest of snide comments, she was on them like a bloodhound

She always reminded you to hydrate and was always asking you how you were doing

It was hard to believe that she hadn’t had any experience with children before

Well, she had, with Clint’s kids, but still

Speaking of Clint’s kids, they all looked to you like an older cousin

But getting back to Natasha

She insisted that only she would train with you, not trusting the team to not injure you (besides, she knew you best)

You loved training with Natasha too

She always made it fun, putting on music and stuff

It helped you had similar music tastes

She also would always gush to anyone but really Clint, Sam, or Bucky on how cute and adorable you were

And they definitely agreed

One time during movie night you fell asleep with your head on Nat’s shoulder

She was so happy

Made Bucky take a picture

But she did feel a little bad because you must be tired

So she carried you to your room and put you to bed, kissing you goodnight

You had missed out on a childhood so it was nice for your mom to bring you to bed

All in all Natasha was the best thing to happen to you

Despite it being tough, you were thankful for every second of it

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