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My first ever drabble and it’s for Din, I’ve never written anything for him and it’s a dark!Mando piece so... I don’t know what to think. I wanted to try something new. No title because I couldn’t think of one. GIF for attention, thank you to the creator!

“I’d never hurt you, cyar’ika,” he whispered in hoarse voice, his visor inches away from your face.

You could already tell when he was lying. Not by his face, you’ve never seen it. But by the sound of his voice, the way his helmet tilted.

And you’ve never wanted to believe his words like right now. When he was pushing your pants down with one hand, the other holding a blaster pointed at your stomach.

Something has changes after his last hunt. He wasn’t the man you knew. But you hoped he’s somewhere there.

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I made a thing 🥰

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I have a new idea for a... something. I was actually thinking about making it an original story, and maybe try to turn it into my first ever finished book, but I’m not sure.

So I was thinking about making it first a fic with Bucky and Fem!Reader / OFC set in a Mechanic AU

Would anyone be interested in reading a story like this?

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Okay-- Serieous Questions Time ™️

HOW DO YOU WRITE?

I don't mean how do you all are writing so goooood, but if you have any tips, throw 'em at me please

I'm asking about the writing proces in general. How do you make yourself sit down and actually WRITE??

sorry for being a mess, I'm drunk and desperate because lately... okay for the past two years or so, it seems I'm only able to write when I'm high and since writing is my biggest passion and hobby I don't want it to depend on whether I can get high or not

HELP

I'll pay with likes, reblogs and virtual hugs 🥺

And advices, tips, ANYTHING is welcomed

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My five half written fics staring at me as I start another one:

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Here's a sneak peak of the new fic I'm working on. It's the first draft, but it's an honest work. It's going to be a part of a small series based on the lyrics of songs by the band Hurts. Mostly angst, but there will be some smutty parts, I think so.

Loki had a lot of patience. He just didn't like to use it, not when it was about things he really wanted. In this case he wanted to know what the fuck was going on between you and him.

You've been on one date so far, if you can call watching a movie and drinking whisky in the Avnegers' Tower a date.

You've shared few kisses, stolen in those rare moment when you've been left alone, hasty and innocent, nothing more than two pairs of uncertain lips brushing against each other.

But it was enough for his heart to quicken its pace whenever he thought of your soft, warm lips on his. The memory of your taste lingering in his mind long after you've left.

That's only a preview of the first part. I'm not gonna say the title of the song, not yet, but it's gonna be angsty.

Let me know if you want more, and if you want to be tagged! <3

xoxo, Charlie

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Hi babes! Long time no see! I'm in a rather bad place right now, this is why I'm not posting anything.

But I decided to give you another sneak peak, it's from the second part of that little Loki series The Road. Masterlist here🌹

Watching you on the battlefield was pretty scary, he had to admit it.

You were feral, determined, focused; sweat dripping from your skin, giving you a haunting glow, blood splattered on your suit and hair the least of your concerns. Your eyes were burning red, awaking fear in your opponents even before you turned your gaze and weapon towards them.

You were armed with guns and throwing knives, but your bare hands were doing far more damage, and you were merciless.

You, his little angel of death.

He would never dare calling you that out loud, though, you'd probably skin him alive for describing you as little.

Watching you on the battlefield was pretty hot, too, there was no doubt.

Sometimes it was literally hot, when he got too close to flames bursting out of your hands. And he had to be more careful than anyone else when it comes to your powers. Heat and his Jötunn heritage didn't mix well.

But he'd walk through Hell for you, flames, heat and all of that.

And I want to thank you all for the interest you showed in this series ❤️ The sneak peak of the first part has more notes than the actual chapter, which is funny, but hey! any feedback is appreciated~

Series tags: @someonekeepstakingmyusernames

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Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Song of the day: Hurts - Something I Need To Know

Chapter warnings: angst, a lot of angst tbh, cheating if you squint, imma say abusive relationship just so there won't be any surprises

AN: Series of smutty / angsty fics inspired by songs by the band Hurts. Mostly angsty, because I'm a sucker for pain.

Reader is an Avenger with the power to create and control fire, and as they say, opposite attracts, so Loki takes interests in her.

MASTERLIST 🌹

Loki had a lot of patience. He just didn't like to use it, not when it was about things he really wanted. In this case he wanted to know what the fuck was going on between you and him.

You've been on one date so far, if you can call watching a movie and drinking whisky in the Avnegers' Tower a date.

You've shared few kisses, stolen in those rare moment when you've been left alone, hasty and innocent, nothing more than two pairs of uncertain lips brushing against each other.

But it was enough for his heart to quicken its pace whenever he thought of your soft, warm lips on his. The memory of your taste lingering in his mind long after you've left.

He assumed everything was going well, but then you suddenly stopped texting him back, ignored all his calls, and it's been almost a week since the two of you talked.

It would be much easier if you lived in the tower, but you were politely refusing moving in every time someone suggested it, jokingly saying that you didn't pay hell of a price for your own place only to abandon it after two years.

But it wasn't that hard to find out where you lived, it only took few hours of convincing and a promise to his brother that he won't do anything stupid or irresponsible with that information, and Thor asked Stark about it.

Gathering enough courage to actually go and see you was entirely different story. He really wanted to talk, to understand why you acted like this, but on the other hand, he had no rights to violate your privacy like that.

It was eating him alive, though, the fear that he did something wrong, that he somehow offended you, was creeping underneath his skin, present in his every breath, thought, beat of his heart. He was scared he's hurt you in some way, that he made you leave him.

It took him two days to finally snap. Whatever the truth was, he needed to know, for the sake of his sanity. And it was obvious you were hiding something from him.

It was Friday evening when he decided he's ready to talk to you, he was drinking Asgardian mead Thor brought from home, going through everything he said and did around you, and he couldn't find a single reason why would you ignore him.

He was tired of suspicions, tired of wondering why.

So he ordered a cab and went to see you in your flat in Hell's Kitchen, so sure of what he's going to say, so sure...

Until you opened the doors, dressed in an oversized sweater and nothing more, your hair messy, mascara smudged around reddened eyes, eyelashes still clumped with tears that already dried on your cheeks.

And all words escaped him in a split second, his heart dropping to his stomach, heavy, drumming, aching.

"It's really not a good time," you spoked in hoarse voice, barely above whisper, but it cut through air like a whip.

"Is it... Is it because of me?" He would rip his heart out if he was the reason of your misery.

"Why...? No, no," you stammered looking everywhere but his face, "I'll explain everything, just... Tonight isn't a good time," you repeated this like a mantra, hoping that will be enough to make him go away. But the look on his face was telling you it won't work.

"Y/n, I need to know, please..." He was ready to beg you for an explanation, but then his gaze fell upon a bag lying on the floor next to a couch, overflowing with clothes.

Male clothes.

"What's going on?" His firm voice made you shudder, your shoulders slumped even more and you looked like if you wanted the ground to open and swallow you whole.

You knew he noticed, and there was nothing you could say to make things better. So you remained silent, gaze fixed on his shoes, your eyes filling with tears again.

No one was supposed to know about this, about your stupid ex who didn't want to leave your flat for weeks now. Especially not Loki.

You planned on telling him about Derek, but after you're finally free from him, after you fix the mess of this horrible break up.

"Do you... Are you in a relationship with someone else, y/n?" You could hear the hurt in his voice, how he swallowed hard, it's must have been really difficult for him to ask this.

"Not anymore... We broke up two weeks ago for good," you answered honestly, a sigh leaving your trembling lips as you looked up at him.

It was over. You couldn't hide it anymore and Loki deserved better, much better. All of his emotions were written on his pale face, paler than usual, more tired and troubled, you noticed.

You knew what's going to happen next, so his outburst didn't surprise you. But it didn't hurt less just because you were prepered.

"Two weeks...? Two weeks?!" You stepped back, watching him with fear as he stalked you, closing the gap between you two, until you had nowhere else to run, back of your legs hitting the armrest of the couch. "You want to say you were with someone else when I kissed you for the first time?! How could you...?"

He knew he was probably overreacting, and that it was the alcohol speaking, but he was angry at you. He couldn't wrap his finger around what was going on in your head at that time when he kissed you for the first time, and then the second, and then another... And you were always kissing him back, despite having a boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, Loki... I didn't want to hurt you... I just didn't know how to tell you..."

"I wanted to know the truth, it's my fault," he laughed darkly, almost histerically, clenching and unclenching his fists over and over again, trying to calm down, to build a wall between you and him, his hurt feelings, and sarcasm was his way to do it. "I can't believe I actually thought I did something wrong."

"I know you're angry, but let me explain, please..." You wanted to make him understand, but it'd be very hard without telling him all the details of your previous relationship, without admitting how fucked up it was, how much you wanted to escape it. To the point that when Loki made a move... you didn't fight it.

"What, y/n? What do you want to explain? I already know everything," he half snarled, half laughed at you, and you could feel hot tears stinging your eyes.

"I'm sorry, okay? I fucked up, I know..." your throat was tight as you fought the tears, the clearly audible crack in your voice threatening to break your ability to speak. But you swallowed the lump in your throat, bravely looked up at his face, and continued, "You have all rights to be angry, but just listen..."

"You cheated on your boyfriend with me, y/n," he interrupted you once again, and suddenly, you got angry as well, "Prove me wrong."

You knew he was right, that he was hurt by your actions, by you ignoring him for a week, you really knew and understood... But something about him not listening made you so, so angry in that moment, because he knew the feeling of being misunderstood, he knew how it it feels when no one listens, no one lets you explain.

"I didn't cheat," you snapped at him, all those bottled for weeks feelings finally finding their outlet, and you felt good and bad at the same time, but it was too late to stop, so you continued, "I can't cheat on someone who's never here when I need them. I can't cheat on someone who's just using me as a stress relief and never listens to what I want! You think you know everything..." you smiled with sorrow, your brows knitted, folding arms on your chest, "But the truth is you know nothing about me. And you definitely know nothing about him," you finished with an angry huff, unfolding your arms and walking around Loki to your doors to open them wider. "You should go."

"Y/n, I had no idea," he muttered, turning around to face you, but you've had enough, you've made your mind.

"Yeah, but you decided to judge me anyway, so go. I already told you it's not a good time," your voice was cold, firm, he never heard it before, he didn't even know you were able to sound so aggressively. "He'll be here soon to pick up his shit. I have enough problems without him knowing about you."

You were no longer looking at him, and the entire anger clouding his mind faded away when he noticed how your shoulders trembled under the weight of anger, guilt, and sadness.

"Y/n... I'm sorry... You should've told me..."

"I want you out of my house, I won't repeat myself," you threatened, glancing at him, your eyes flashing red for a second, but you managed to control the fire spreading through your veins, only your fingertips were burning, foreboding flames that were soon to burst out of your clenched fist. "Don't come here again."

He wasn't going to challenge his luck, knowing that with your powers you can easily hurt him very badly, even kill him if you really wanted. So he walked passed you, his lips pursed, as he took in the sight of your broken face.

"I'm sorry," he only said again, and then left you alone, the sound of slamming of your front doors echoing long in his ears.

So after all, he was the one who fucked things up. And only because he didn't listen.

Tag list: @someonekeepstakingmyusernames

So... first of all, sorry it took so long, I'm struggling with a writer's block, but I really wanted to finally finish and post this. It turned out more angsty than I intended, and I promise the next parts are gonna be better. I have no one to check for mistakes and grammar errors, and I typed it on my phone, so I'm sorry if there are any. Dunno when I'll write the next part, hopefully sooner than later. I hope you enjoyed it anyway! <3

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The Road Masterlist

Series summary:

Reader is an Avenger with the power to create and control fire, and as they say, opposite attracts, so Loki takes interests in her.

Series of one-shots set in the same universe, loosely based on songs by the British band Hurts, it can be read in any order unless said otherwise but "something I need to know" always be the first part.

Let me know if you want to be tagged.

something I need to know

some kind of heaven

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I've finished chapter one, now it's time for:

let's see how that will go.

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I'm at work, and I'm listening to the score from the first Avangers movie, and now I wanna watch it again. I think imma put it on the second screen as a background noise, oh, and also, seeing Loki will cheer me up, this day is gonna be long and hard, so I'll need it.

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Person A: *watching Person B doing the dishes* Why are you doing this?

Person B: So I won't have to do it tomorrow.

Person A: That's so hot.

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The last piece of writing I posted, the sneak peak of my series, got 7 likes and I cannot describe how excited I am, thank you, it means a lot, really <3

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Tumblr keeps "going thud", crashing, breaking, and I really can't deal with it right now, probably now even today. I'm so done. I tried to post the smutty fic on my laptop with "keep reading" button, and it worked, for like a minute, until I edited the post on my phone and it fucking disappeared. I don't know what to do anymore, I'm sorry.

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i'm currently writing something old and new at the same time, one of my Avengers stories that got stuck and started all over again multiple times already, i counted at least six different approaches-- anyways, the part i'm working on right now would get so many trigger warnings if i was going to post it, it amazes me that i'm even able to write something like this

i'm drunk-writing, so i decided to share my thoughts, don't judge me. since it's not a new chapter of that "the road" series with Loki imma say i'm sorry, but i need to focus on something closer to my heart to feel better

i'm stopping the whining now, long story short, my oldest Avangers fic got really dark in the past two years because yesterday i counted a new trigger and that'd be teenager drugging another teenager

i'll see myself out

xoxo, Charlie

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I'm working on a fic inspired by "Only Lovers Left Alive", but I'm not gonna make it a reader insert. Because, first of all, no one is actually interested in my writing, so I don't feel like wasting an idea on a reader insert, which I'm not really comfortable with (it's still a new thing for me). Also, the female character has to have too many qualities for this idea to work and some people wouldn't be happy to imagine themselves as the reader in this story. So I'll make OFC for this one.

xoxo, Charlie