#didn't like how broken Thor was and how it was played for laughs

[mx-pastelwriting]

GOW HC - Reacting to you having a cat

God of War x GN! Reader

Summary: Reacting to you having a cat.

Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Cat Owner, Fluffy Cats

Characters: Kratos, Thor, Freyr, Heimdall

Kratos

- Didn't care first, but as cats are making a point to cuddle up to him every time he sat or laid down. Pretends he doesn't like them moving the cat to your lap or side of the bed, only for them to come back, and he accepts it.

- Hates it when the cats get in the way of cuddling you in the middle of the night, especially when they take over his side of the bed. Asking you to move the creature, having been down that road before, coming out of it with war injuries.

- Doesn't think twice about leaving you alone at home, knowing what it did to him, ensuring you could throw the cat and be fine against an intruder.

- Loves seeing you cuddle up with the cat. Slowly, he comes to love the furry creature, little by little, when he leaves the house, placing a kiss on your forehead and sometimes the cat’s. They also come to love Kratos mostly for the body heat; purring in his presence for the first time scared the shit out of him.

- Only lets up when secretly catching him cuddling the cat, even hearing how he talked cutely to them, playing with a feather that came from a bird you had for dinner nights ago. When coming out of your hiding spot, shock is the first emotion on his face. Laughing at the situation, from then on, he's not so shy.

Waking to the chaos of Kratos trying to pick up your cat, the ball of fur in his hand, attacking the chain-scarred arms. Quickly removing the angry cat from the bed, watching as it scurries off and out the door, you hold back a laugh at Kratos's state.

Looking at him with tired eyes watching as the scratches on his face heal, "You okay?" you ask, getting only a deep grunt before taking you up in his warm arms.

Minutes later, your cat comes back, having it out for Kratos, laying so elegantly on his pillow, waiting for the moment he would turn over, getting a nose full of hair and toe beans.

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Thor

- Adores them, being a little distant at first from past experiences, but comes to love them as they comfort him after Odin's words when you're not there too.

- The cat learned not to sleep next to him, being crushed by the thunder god too many times. Though loving the heat from Thor, only now sleeping on his pillow, feet, and hand that is thrown over your waist when cuddling.

- Swearing it was his cat now, from cuddling to kisses, they always welcome him home, forgetting you completely. Though they have their rough patches from your fights or drunken nights, the cat takes your side, making him apologize quickly.

- Feeds the cats most mornings, making sure they get the freshest mix of meats. Talking cutely, not caring if you hear, though gets a bit blushy when you "aww" at it, always gives you both a kiss before heading out for anything.

- Comes to you asking if he could get another cat; depending on your answer, he still brings one home from the wild. Loves cats at any age, would bring home a pregnant cat, watching as him so careful with the mess of the feral mama cat.

Walking through the tall, thick wooden door, greeted by the sight of Thor cuddling up on the bed, spoon-feeding the kittens of the pregnant cat he brought home months ago.

Still remembering how broken his reaction was to you saying that the kittens had to go, tears welding up in his eyes as you explained that having almost ten cats in the house, let alone your bedroom, would drive Odin up the wall, seeing as you both were already on thin ice from just having one.

Hearing his stomached laugh as they all climb on top of his body, fighting to get a lick at the spoon as their mama lay next to him sleeping.

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Freyr

- Two words, Cat Dad. Love at first sight, even if they hissed, he would talk to them in a cute voice while trying to pet them. Quickly getting the cat to love him took only a few days, with some good treats and tasty critters.

- Gladly gives up his pillow to the furry creature, liking yours better anyway. Sometimes ends up cuddling them instead of you, making some good stories for the crew to hear the next morning. Has no problem with them taking up most of the bed, as it allows him to cuddle closer to you.

- Trains them so that when you go on your trips to other lands, walking along shoulders, staying close, and hunting for meals, the cat will know everything. When the cat isn’t with him in the wild, he brings them back little charms for them to play with, hanging some while others are tied to a stick.

- Overfeeds the poor thing, but it all works out, having them work off the treats in the forests of Vanaheim. Making sure they eat a good meal before coming home to you after an afternoon of exploring the land's forest.

- Gets a little jealous when the cat gets someone else's attention, wanting his furry baby to want him. Cries at night, saying, "They're all grown up" and "They don't need me anymore," with you reminding him they're a cat.

”Jump,” Freyr’s voice commands, making the furry ball jump off his shoulders to a tree branch, earning laughing praise from Freyr.

Walking along the dirt path in the Vanaheim jungle on your way back from one of your favorite stops to relax with the sunset, bring the cat along to get some training in.

Holding the Vanir god’s hand, ready to get home to cook something up, meeting his brown eyes, which sparkled with happiness. Planning on taking the cat to Alfheim, wanting to make sure the furry ball could handle adventuring in the wild alongside you and their papa.

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Heimdall

- Does not like cats, but when you point out that he acts just like one, something in his brain takes a one-eighty. When you're out of the house, he looks at them, wondering and watching if they are similar.

- Takes naps with the cat; whether knowing or not the cat sleeps against his stomach, it still leaves you to find them like that on the bed. At night, he kicks them out of the room, not wanting to share you or the bed, but as soon as he falls asleep, you crack the door, allowing the cat to cuddle with his pillow or feet.

- Jealous of the creature, if you give them a head kiss, Heimdall wants one too, says their nickname; he wants one too; head scratches don't matter; he wants some too.

- Doesn't hate the cats; he actually kind of likes them, of course, after some time. Pushing some meat straps to the floor, smiling at the cat eating it, softening when they look back up at him with big eyes, making him want to dump the whole plate on the floor.

- When you finally catch him kissing a cuddling the cat, his face drops immediately, moving away quickly, but the cat persists, rumbling up against his arm with their tail feathering his nose. Laughing at the sight, he relaxes a bit but is still a bit shy to show the furry creature some love.

Laying next, Heimdall cuddled up to his leg, purring away as the Aesir god scratched the top of their heads, watching from the kitchen, loving the sight.

Smelling the aroma of the food that sizzled in the pan, risking another look at the pair. As Heimdall reads a new book while the cat rolls over, allowing his hand to scratch their belly, quickly moving away as the cat is going to bite.

Laughing caught the attention of both, embarrassed Heimdall looked away, taking his hand off the cat, causing them to roll over, pressing their feet against his side, cutely winning his heart back. Hesitantly, putting his hand back into the soft fluff, started up the purr machine once more.

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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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[toxicmalysh]

The link we share

Chapter 2: Goodbye

Word count : 920

Summary: filler chapter you say goodbye to the team with Wanda

Warnings: none

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You knew you were going to struggle to sleep that night, when you got to your room, you sat comfortably on the bed, but your mind filled immediately with negative thoughts, how you had managed to ruin a moment with Wanda by being so sensitive, you didn't understand why your mind wandered like this, but when it started you couldn't stop it.

You pulled out your laptop, playing some soft music, watching the time go by, it was four in the morning and you still weren't tired.

Wanda in her own room, found herself staring in the mirror as she cleaned her teeth, zoning out slightly, thinking about your change in composure in the kitchen, the way your eyes widened as though someone had slapped you.

She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to ask, all she could do was wait, letting the possible answers consume her. She tried her best to sleep, tossing and turning but her mind kept wandering to you, she slowly gave up, putting on a few films, each more boring than the last.

When you woke from your light sleep, you reached across for your alarm clock realising it hadn't gone off, you threw a black zip up hoodie on, bounding down the hallway. Today most of the team were heading for a week-long mission, and this was the only chance you would get to give your goodbyes.

As you turned the corner running as fast as you could, you saw the team grouped by the entrance, gearing up into quinjet, Tony and Banner were talking at the front of the jet, whilst Steve and Natasha were stood by the entrance, Thor and Vision were discussing something in-between Tony and Steve.

You kept up your pace jogging over to Steve and Natasha, Steve looked over from Nat, smiling slightly,

"I knew you wouldn't miss a goodbye kid." You smiled brightly, letting Steve embrace you, Steve ruffled your hair as he laughed.

"You guys get back alright, no broken bones this time,"

You playfully turned to Natasha, on their last mission Natasha had managed to break her right femur fighting a hydra informant.

Natasha pouted slightly, crossing her arms,

"If Tony actually answered his coms, he would have heard me request backup. I don't know why I even bother with him." She huffed laughing slightly.

You peered past Natasha smiling towards Thor and Vision, giving Bruce and Tony a polite wave. Thor and Vision weren't very close with you, but Bruce and Tony worked with you on a daily basis, not only were you a medic, you were also a big part of the brains of the team.

"Where's Wanda?" You asked softly suddenly becoming aware of the fact she wasn't nearby, Steve wiped his chin slightly as he spoke,

"She's still training this week, after the last missions, hiccup, we just want her back on her feet.”

Everyone danced around Wanda’s breakdown. On her last mission, they were raiding a Hydra testing facility, Tony had found files on Both Wanda and Pietro, and Wanda had walked into the room when he was extracting the files, before Tony even had time to blink, Wanda had destroyed half the facility and every Hydra soldier in the area. Unfortunately her actions had damaged a nearby village, and she hasn't been allowed on the field since.

You felt guilty. It wasn't until you had made it to Wanda with a sedation medication that she calmed down. Tony still has the data on the siblings and only you and Bruce knew.

Steve noticed the shift in your eyes.

“Hey we know you'll look after her well, besides we won't be long gone okay?” He smiled gently, you nodded trying to shake off the feeling, smiling slightly at Steve's brotherly tone.

“And I'm assuming Clint is meeting you at the location?” you looked up watching Natasha,

“Yeah Bartons already on route with Bucky, we can't just go in guns blazing, and they're the best agents we have for long range.” Her tone was stern but endearing.

You crossed your arms nodding slowly in response

“Well you make sure you bring them both back here they'll need once overs too.” You tried to hide the excitement in your voice but it was obvious you missed Clint and Bucky.

Steve laughed slightly,

“Don't worry we'll bring them back for you.” You stepped back allowing Steve and Natasha to enter the jet, raising your voice as the engine roared,

“And I don't want to hear that you lot bickered okay! If I hear you've acted like children I’ll treat you like one! Naughty kids don't get lollipops after check ups!” You laughed to yourself as you stood back watching the jet rise off the ground.

Wanda was standing close nearby listening to the group's conversation. She knew the team thought she was dangerous, impulsive and not incontrol of her powers, but it still hurt to hear.

Wanda moved forward, leaning slightly against you watching as the Quinjet left the compound grounds. She nudged your arm slightly,

“Looks like you're stuck with me then.” Her tone was sarcastic but it was obvious she was happy to have some peace and quiet.

You laughed slightly turning around making your way slowly into the compound, allowing Wanda to walk by your side, your tone dripping in sarcasm,

“That is the worst news I've heard all day.”

The two of you continued the back and forth banter walking down the corridors nudging each other playfully

[braveclementine]

Drama

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

They were all in the community room when they got the notification.

It was another one of those fun days. There wasn't any work and Elizabeth had spent the morning baking so there were chocolate chip cookies and vanilla cupcakes. There were cans of opened soda everywhere and even some of the younger Avengers they almost never saw like Peter, Kamala, and Riri were there, with MJ and Ned.

They were playing mostly board games, with Star Wars running on the TV in case someone just wanted to watch something.

Penny was playing candy land with Elijah, Rhodey, and Sam. Elizabeth was laughing as she played shoots and ladders with Trang, Katya, and Violetta. Natasha, Steve, Vision, and Ahni were playing Mouse Trap. Both Pietro and Bucky had accidentally broken the hungry hungry hippo set so they were playing Go Fish! together with Kamala and Loki.

Thor was confusedly trying to playing cooties with Tony, Lan, and MJ. Meanwhile, Bruce, Clint, Stephen, T'Challa, and Ghaida were playing a very serious game of Jenga. Of course, this version of Jenga was stacked very high, nearly all the way to their heads with heavy wooden blocks. Wanda was sitting nearby to use her powers to protect anyone nearby if the tower came crashing down.

Mai, Shang-Chi, Sif, and Carol were playing BS together. Kate, Josh, Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg, and Riri were playing UNO. And then Peter and Ned were playing battleship while also watching the Star Wars movie that was up.

"THAT'S SHIT!" Carol shouted as Sif managed to win the game. "THERE IS NO WAY!"

Ghaida danced around the leaning tower of wooden blocks, tapping each one.

Elizabeth munched on a chocolate chip cookie while Steve watched her, waiting for his turn, and wondering if he could lather her in vanilla frosting and lick it off later.

"Mr. Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y. suddenly asked and the room quieted down a little. They were all apprehensive, sure that Fury would be trying to call them into a mission. "There is a Jay Tao here wanting to talk to Trang Tien."

"What!" Trang yelped, knocking off the pieces on the board.

"What is he doing here?" Elizabeth asked, sitting up, looking over at Ghaida who had paused in taking out a brick.

Ghaida was quiet and then winced, "Um, he's here to take Trang back to Vietnam with him."

"Why?" Tony asked in a harsh voice.

"So should I send him up?" F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked before Ghaida could answer.

"Fine." Tony snapped.

Elizabeth got up, going over to where she was taking more cupcakes out of the oven and started to decorate them. Bucky quickly joined her. Steve decided that meant he could join too and hurried to their sides.

Penny waited and watched as not only Trangs' soulmate, but also Sharon Carter came into the room. Sharon had a hint of amusement in her eyes as she snagged one of the cookies and then sat in a corner of the room. Jay on the other hand, looking extremely angry.

"What is this?" Jay shouted, ignoring the rest of them, looking only at Trang.

Trang was on her feet in seconds, taking the newspaper from Jay. She looked at it for a moment and then sighed, "Jay you knew I was-"

"I didn't know you were with the entire fucking team!"

Penny noticed that his accent was gone. She remembered how heavy it had been when she had gone with the team to confront the Vietnamese army for invading Cambodia. It had been just as thick as the ones who didn't know any English. But now it was gone, only as thick as Trangs'- which was pretty light.

Ghaida placed the brick on top of the Jenga tower and Clint started to look for his next move. Peter turned the Star Wars movie up a little.

"It wasn't the entire team." Trang scoffed.

"So how many?" Jay scoffed right back, pointing his finger at the paper. "Three? Six? Twelve? Your best fucking friend is sleeping with the entire fucking team-"

"Oi." Elijah said in a dangerous tone, getting up now as well. "Jay-"

"What kind of man lets his soulmate whore-"

Elijah shoved Jay up against the wall and hissed something at him under his breath before letting the Vietnamese man go.

Jay shrugged him off and then said, "You're coming back home with me to Vietnam."

Penny glanced over at Trang and surprisingly, it was Elizabeth who spoke up. "She can't yet."

Jay glared at her so ferociously that Elijah's hair started to flame and Bucky looked like he was going to strangle the Vietnamese man with the icing bag. "And why not?"

"She has a contract with the Avengers." Elizabeth said, not even looking at the man as she carefully decorated each cupcake, reaching for the chocolate icing as she ran out of vanilla. Penny smirked as she saw Steve slip an entire jar of white icing into his pocket. "She can leave in a year, but not now."

"Do you understand what I'm facing?" Jay asked angrily. "First off, my girlfriend shows up with the Avengers, interfering in something that should never have been interfered with in the first place. Army relations in other countries are none of your business. And then it turns out that my soulmate is part of this. . . this. . . debauchery! My Captain is this close to dishonorably discharging me from the service."

"I'm sorry." Trang said. "Jay, you know I would never do anything to hurt you or get you in trouble. The minute the contract is done I'll come back to Vietnam with you, I swear."

Penny winced and looked over to see Tony looked like he had been slapped across the face. He turned swiftly on his heel and left the room. Loki hesitated and then quickly went after him. Stephen on the other hand, stayed where he was, frowning slightly.

"I'm going to be staying in the United States for the time being." Jay said, still angry. "I've got an apartment. You'll move in. That's allowed, right?" He shot at Elizabeth's back.

Steve flinched a little as Bucky squeezed the icing tube to tightly that icing sprayed across Steve's face. Elizabeth barely glanced at Jay. "Of course. As long as she's close enough to suit up for missions." She proceeded to pull Steve's face down and kiss the frosting off him, right in front of Jay. Penny tucked her lips to hide her smile and saw Kat and Vi were both smirking as well.

"Let's go." Jay said, looking at Trang and then looking around the living room. "Clearly you're not working today."

"Sure, I'll meet you in the lobby. I have to pack." Trang whispered softly, holding her arm awkwardly. Penny's smile slipped off her face.

"I'll take him down." Sharon offered, standing.

"I'll take him down." Stephen interjected, standing up and putting his hands in his pockets. He gestured to the elevator. "After you."

Once they were gone, Elizabeth finally paid attention, "Trang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Trang replied, sighing. She glanced at Elizabeth and apparently Elizabeth understood, because she moved away from the super soldiers and slipped out of the room.

The Ohioans quickly converged around her, hugging her. Penny hugged her tightly as well. She could tell Trang was close to tears.

"You don't have to go." Clint said softly.

"I do." Trang said, breath hitching slightly in her throat but she smiled. "You guys are lucky to have soulmates who want to do this too. I'm just glad I got a little time."

Penny glanced over and saw Riri looked ecstatic. Penny felt bad for both Trang and Tony. She could only imagine Riri pouncing all over Tony the minute Trang was gone.

"See you guys later." Trang muttered and left the room.

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Trang headed down to the lab. She would have to make the visit short and she was sure she was going to end up crying, which was something she didn't want Jay to know she had done. She didn't want him to know she was actually upset about leaving all of this, leaving Tony. It wasn't fair to him, for him to know that she loved someone else.

She walked into the lab and found Tony and Loki there. Loki looked up and stepped back, letting Trang have the field.

"I'm sorry." Trang whispered. She knew he was going to be harsh because that was how he protected himself. So she ran her words out of her mouth as quickly as she could, hoping she could make him understand before he said something hurtful that would crush her soul and leave her in pieces that Jay would never be able to pick up.

"It's not that I don't love you Tony, if I could stay here I would. But I can't just disobey my soulmate either. He's still my life partner, he's still the one that I'm mated to for the rest of my life. I can't change it. And I'm so sorry. I know. . ." Her voice cracked and she quickly cleared her throat and said, "I love you so fucking much. I wanted. . . I wanted everything with you. I never wanted a child until I met you, I never knew love until I met, I never knew the things I wanted until I loved you. And just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I still don't want all of that with you and Loki and Stephen. But I can't. It's not in the cards for me. The others, they're lucky. They get soulmates that want this as well. But my culture? The Vietnamese one? It's soulmates and if you deviate from that it's more than a sin. It's almost a crime. I can't not leave with him. And I'm sorry."

She turned because she didn't want to see Tony's face. She didn't want to hear his words. There was nothing that he could say that would make this better, nothing he could do. Money wouldn't get him what he wanted this time.

And if he said something hurtful, it would break her. She had never meant to love him so deeply. And if he said that he loved her too, wanted all of that with her too, it would still hurt her, because she would never get it. It was a pipe dream.

A hand caught hers, spinning her back around so that Tony could crash his lips against hers. He was crying and it started her own waterworks, so that their tears clashed with each other.

"I love you too." Tony whispered. "I promise I'll never make you cross the lines again. I promise that Trang." He pulled back running a finger over her cheek to wipe her tears. "Just. . . be happy, okay?"

Trang couldn't say anything because she would cry again. And so she just smiled, pulling away from him slowly. She walked backwards a few steps, then turned and full out ran back to the doors that would lead to the lobby.

Elizabeth was waiting there with her suitcase.

"Don't cry." Trang warned her. "Or I'll cry too."

"It'll work out Trang." Elizabeth said seriously. "Somehow it all will. Because you deserve happiness."

"Well," Trang said softly, lifting the handle. "I will have it. I'll just have to find it with my soulmate. Like it was always intended."

Elizabeth scoffed. "Yeah. I'll believe that when Elijah starts shooting ice out of his hands and I start breathing fire. Destiny doesn't write us. We write our destiny."

"Look at you." Trang smirked, opening the lobby doors and saw Jay looked up at her. Stephen was just leaving, going a different way. "Trying to start writing poetry again?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "No. Just trying to cheer up a friend. I'll see you around ugly."

"See you around ugly." Trang smirked and then went to join her soulmate.

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts - Hello! - Sam's Confrontation of the Ghosts - Part 1

Warning - Spoilers will appear.

I took a second gif focusing on the ghosts reaction. Mainly because I wanted to talk about what they're doing here.

Trevor appears to be dancing - to what, I don't know, but he's not the only one. It also appears that he and Isaac are making moves to get up and I don't get why.

Isaac and Alberta are both freaking out apparently.

Flower's doing some sort of dance for Thor.

and Hetty and Sass were talking/dancing IDK.

And Pete, naturally, was announcing her presence.

I can't help wondering if they were attempting to 'look busy' like they weren't just sitting there waiting for her to return. When that is OBVIOUSLY what they were doing.

Speaking of, they've all moved around from their previous positions in the last scene and they LOOK like they're trying to be nonchalant, so I can ONLY assume that they were staring out the window and then rushed to these positions to make it seem like they were not staring out the window - it makes sense with Pete's sudden appearance in the car in the previous scene (and how worried they were).

They're like students who were told to sit and wait for the teacher's return quietly and absolutely didn't listen and are now PRETENDING they did.

Okay, okay. You have to admire Sam's gumption here.

She walks into the room - goes 'yeah, yeah, you're here - I admit it, now go the Fuck away' (I'm paraphrasing). I LOVE it. She CAN stand up for herself, I feel like she's lost this along the way as she actually has grown to appreciate them, but I have to admire her here and hope she gets this gumption back.

Also, Jay's side-eyes in the back are SO FUNNY. To him, she's talking to an empty room, and just like - what is going on here?

Side note, I love how they're like 'well, at least we're moving in the right direction'. Also, Trevor and Isaac speaking to respond to her.

Trevor tells her that it's a good step and calls her babe - I'm guessing it's because he's heard Jay call her that and thought it was cute instead of annoying. Kind of like throwing around Sweetheart or Honey, which I hear sometimes. And I sometimes throw around. Oops?

Isaac asks, "Well, what is happy?" - I wonder if he's thinking that because he's still annoyed about the Hamilton thing and is not exactly Happy.

Also, I love how they're mirroring each other with body language.

Anyway - Sam's not having it and just continues with "GO THE F AWAY."

LMAO - Sam makes this great speech hoping to send them off to play, but is met with LAUGHTER.

Poor Sam. She's yet to understand what's happened in her life. Can you imagine what she's THINKING right now - she probably hyped herself up for the whole car ride about this, maybe she figured the ghost doctor was cool so these ghosts would be chill about it?

Also, they all have such different laughs. Love it.

Poor Sam, being laughed at.

It's funny that while laughing, Trevor's like "She's funny too" as if she planned that to be a joke. Was Isaac the one to say "that's great"? He's looking at Trevor as if he agrees. I wonder what Trevor/Isaac's bond is like? It seems rather... interesting.

I should do metas on Trevor's relationships. ... ANYWAY.

I love that Alberta (still the only one to introduce herself as far as we know) is the one to point out that if they COULD leave, they absolutely would. (and some part of Sam had to realize that - why ELSE hang out in a broken old mansion? Especially with such VASTLY different personalities).

Interesting question - IF the ghosts could be anywhere, where would they want to live? (Jay should totally ask that and put it in his ghosts' notes).

Then, as if they rehearsed this, Thor jumps in with "where you die", Flower with "How you die" and Pete with "It's a classic haunted house."

The by play of this bit here sounds like something they've explained before - perhaps to Stephanie? Maybe to Trevor? Maybe it's part of "The welcome ceremony" that Pete's references with Isaac's speech in TP?

Or maybe they figured they'd have to explain to Sam and practice this while they were waiting... OMG, yeah, they probably did. THESE DORKS.

It's interesting that they expected her return and for her to acknowledge them.

Still, I love it - it's an example of how you spend too much time with someone that you begin to finish their sentences.

In the words of Sass, "They have lived there way too long."

I love how Hetty's the one to say this.

It's so interesting that in the last two episodes she's yoyo'd so much.

First, she didn't like her "harlot hair". Then she admired her or at least felt touched for her after the fight with Jay when she said she could 'see building a family here and connecting to the place'. She was so upset when Sam was taken away.

BUT almost as soon as she returns, Hetty's been against her again - not enough to help with the whole 'driving her crazy' plan, but she was one of those against her staying.

And as the lady of the house, I bet she wanted to be the one to kick her out. It's HER house - Sam must leave. Although, I am surprised it isn't Isaac. I do like his face though, he looks ... IDK how to describe it.

It's interesting how Flower and Alberta seem to be agreeing here, since initially they were on board with her staying. Love the hand motions.

Anyway. Sam's response is killer.

LMAO - Sam's like "Fuck no - we got no money and I'm NOT about to let this stand".

And She's right - no matter what she does here, she's screwed! She has two options - A) make peace with the ghosts and cohabitate peacefully or B) leave and hopes she finds better ghosts to deal with.

The second option isn't viable because Jay made it clear they're in a TON of debt by his choice while she was in the hospital. So basically, she's like "We only have one option" and then - she's like ... how can we make this work?

It's a great approach to the problem. If you can't get rid of a problem, find a way to deal with it.

Also, poor Jay - so freaked out and Pete's side-eye is so funny.

If there's one thing I wish had stuck from this confrontation - It's Sam holding her ground. We see that it does last in a few more episodes, but by Season 2, she's a pushover.

Hopefully, she starts doing better in Season 3 about standing her ground.

This, though, is badass. She doesn't know if they can do anything to her and they outnumber her terribly, but she is SO over it that she stands her ground and says "Let's make a deal."

I put the demands in the next post, but I do wanna address something real quick - I LOVE that they establish some long-standing storylines with this scene.

Thanks for Reading :)

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[akastartatthebeginning]

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Loki hummed in response. It was interesting how time worked on Asgard versus how it did here on Midgard. Where twelve hundred years seemed like a dozen lifetimes here, unfathomable, he was considered extremely young back home. It’s the very thing he knew his older brother had struggled with since meeting Jane. It was the thing that Loki warned Thor about when he became serious about her. And now here Loki was, about to do the same. His attention was brought back to Jessica at the sound of her voice and he smiled, genuinely able to get the out of his head for the time being. “Maybe,” he said in reply to her psychopath comment. He tilted his head, teasingly. “I think you like it, though.”

He stayed where he was, leaning over her. Loki leaned into the hand at his cheek, turning his head a second later to press a kiss to the center of her palm. When he looked back at Jessica, the look on her face stopped him from saying whatever it was he was about to. But when she spoke up again, suddenly whatever it was didn’t matter. Loki laughed, a low rumble in his chest, as he moved over her, lips hovering over hers. “I didn’t say a word,” he teased, though is expression shifted from amused to serious when he met her gaze. “Jeg elsker deg, min kjære,” Loki said in a softer tone, leaning down to kiss her again, pulling back just enough to whisper against her lips, “I love you too, darling.”

"Only because it's you," she breathed. She should've been insignificant to him. A speck in time, a piece of dust. He should've been a one-night stand that she hated herself for later. But apparently, they were both tired of playing to type. She knew she was spiraling, falling into those old lines of questioning that he understood just a little too well. He was leaning over her, thoughts dashing across his face like shooting stars through the sky. Kissing her hands, like her palms had no scars at all, or like he didn't care if they did. His laugh was like snowfall over her, light and cool. Soothing the thoughts that were burning in her brain. Maybe it shouldn't have been. But maybe they weren't bound by shoulds.

He kissed her, and she closed her eyes. Breathing him in. Losing herself in him, completely vulnerable. Maybe she was finding herself. Maybe it didn't matter. His lips moved against hers, and she arched up, her whole body aching to touch his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her touch delicate. "I may have broken most of your kitchen cabinets," she murmured. "Sorry about that. But I'll make it up to you," she whispered, kissing him. She pulled back just enough to breathe, head falling back onto the bed. "My head's going a million directions. But then you kiss me and it all goes quiet," she whispered.

[taaroko]

Don’t read if you don’t want spoilers!

No seriously, I hate spoilers and I don’t want to ruin the movie for anyone.

Don’t click to read more unless you’ve seen it or you absolutely don’t care, because I’m here to talk plot implications.

Okay. I want to talk about the timelines Endgame introduced, because if you think all the times they visited are going to continue on the same way as otherwise, you are wrong. The Ancient One explained how it works. There will be new branches kicked off by what they do in their quantum time traveling, which is fine as long as the Infinity Stones go back to where they were so that nothing worse happens.

1970 Branch: I don’t think much would’ve changed in this, but Hank Pym is probably even more paranoid about protecting his technology, and maaaaybe Howard goes on to be ever so slightly a better dad because of that nice chat he had with Howard Potts. 

2012 Branch: Holy crap this one is a mess. I seriously doubt that Main Timeline Steve would ever be able to track down Loki, and who knows where he went with the Tesseract. I headcanon hard that getting slammed repeatedly into the floor by the Hulk snapped him out of some or all of the brainwashing/Mind Stone reprogramming/whatever that he had, so I don’t think he’d have poofed directly to Thanos to hand it over, but now he has a chance to escape punishment on Asgard. Good luck finding him, I guess. Maybe the Ancient One will help. Meanwhile, on Earth, Steve now knows that Bucky is alive, while several major Hydra operatives think Steve is on their side. There is so much potential for things to go wrong.

2013 Branch: Unless Loki saw Main Timeline Thor and Rocket running past his cell or Frigga’s actions were impacted by interacting with Thor, I doubt this one would change. Although there’s also Jane. Unless she lost consciousness when Rocket took the Aether from her and didn’t get a clear look at him, and then Main Timeline Steve (presumably with Heimdall’s help or something?) put the Aether back in place before she woke up, she’s gonna have some major questions, and she is not the type to leave those unanswered. (Also, did they decide not to try getting the Tesseract from this point because it’d be too hard to slip it past Odin, or what? Because if not, that’s a pretty big oversight, and I don’t enjoy using Thor’s drunken depression as a means of handwaving it.)

2014 Branch: This one is pretty nice, because Thanos, all his lieutenants, and both his Outrider and Sakaaran armies are gone several years early. The only downside is for the Guardians, because their Gamora permanently absconded to the Main Timeline, and their Nebula is dead. Now the biggest problems they have to deal with are a Ronan with no army and, eventually, Ego. Is Ronan with no army supplied by Thanos a big enough catalyst to even forge the Guardians into a team/family? I’m really not sure. The army doesn’t come into play until the assault on Xandar itself, so it’s possible. If not, though, then Ego won’t find out about Peter (at least not as soon), which is a really good thing, because a Peter without the Guardians might not be able to fight back against Ego’s sales pitch. Meanwhile, on Earth, without Thanos, the Avengers will need another reason besides the sudden existential threat he provides to get back together after Civil War, but Natasha’s safe and Tony will likely survive to see many more of Morgan’s birthdays and give Pepper anxiety over his inability to permanently quit Iron Manning. In this timeline, the Asgardian ship makes it safely to Earth, with Loki, Heimdall, and all of the refugees alive. Also, Nidavellir is fully populated with dwarves and Eitri’s hands aren’t covered in metal.

Steve’s New Branch: Yeah, I said what I said. You expect me to believe that Steve Rogers went back to the ‘40s, swept Peggy—future founder and director of SHIELD—off her feet, and didn’t act on his knowledge of Zola’s Hydra infiltration plans, Bucky’s survival, and the upcoming threat of Thanos? There is absolutely no way he could keep that low of a profile and live with himself. Also, he’s just about the most famous guy of his era. There’s no way nobody is recognizing him in all those years. Therefore, Steve’s life with Peggy spun off into a separate timeline. I imagine Steve would have garnered a good relationship with Hank and Janet, so that when he needed to, after he had outlived Peggy (and probably his timeline’s Bucky) he could use their technology for a brief return to the Main Timeline to hand off the shield to Sam and say goodbye. Also, I firmly believe that Steve told Bucky his plan before he went back to restore the Stones, and for whatever reason, Bucky declined. The only problem is the frozen Steve in Main Timeline Steve’s new branch. When does Main Timeline Steve wake him up? How does he feel about essentially stealing that Steve’s life, and how does the world react to two Steves once that one isn’t frozen anymore? Is Peggy okay with this? Can they find him a home in some other timeline where Steve died early or something?

Main Timeline: Even though the *past* of the main timeline is the same (including Peggy/Sousa), if I understood what was happening right, things should be pretty screwed up right now. Yay for there being a Gamora in the main timeline once again, but the Guardians+Thor are going to have an interesting time making up for her lost character development. Far more pressing, though, is that the Avengers just dumped everyone who was snapped out of existence into the present time, after five years have gone by without them. Do the writers realize how insane that would be for everyone? Sure, it’s great that these people are alive again, but it’s not like the survivors (and I covered in this post how few of those there would realistically be after the immediate and longer term fallout of the Snap) didn’t continue with their lives. Widows and widowers would have remarried. Orphaned kids would have been adopted. Cars and homes would’ve been sold. Governments are likely still in shambles. The worst irony is that there probably *will* be staggering food shortages now. For my own peace of mind, I have to headcanon that it wasn’t possible to simply cancel out Thanos’s original snap and have everyone retroactively never vanish, because no matter how cute Morgan Stark is, she is not worth this massive universal backlash. So let’s just say bringing the dusted people back to the current time is just the best they could do, and that’s that. And maybe I can assume that the Avengers are smart enough to realize the food shortage problem and use the Stones to double the resources until everything’s as close to normal again as it can be. Still, is Far From Home going to deal with this? All of the kids appear to be the same age, so did they all get snapped? Statistically, there should’ve been a few places getting hit harder than others, so it’s possible. But it bugs me. If they were really set on doing this, we could’ve had Peter awkwardly dealing with the fact that Ned is now 22, along with a good number of his classmates that, from his perspective, he was just on a field trip with a couple days ago. 

I guess the still-running TV shows that are caught up to the present day (meaning Runaways, Cloak & Dagger, and Agents of SHIELD, but probably not Jessica Jones) are going to have to be from the 2014 Branch, though, because how exactly would they be able to deal with this?

[ynparker]

Promises and Separation Part 2 - (Peter Parker x Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!reader

A/N: Go read Part 1 on my account if you haven't as this might be hard to understand without reading that. Please don't post to other websites without asking my permission. Enjoy reading!

It was as if the whole world was moving in slow motion. The doctors pushing a stretcher along the hospital hallway, Peter and Tony running alongside it, begging Y/N to wake up. But she didn't. She just stayed pale on the stretcher, her eyes closed and her fists clenched, her arms streaked with burns that Loki hadn't been able to save her from.

When the door had broken after Steve had hit it for the millionth time, the Avengers knew that something was very wrong. Loki had entered, only to find Y/N lying unconscious in the middle of the flames which were licking at her arms and legs. And now, she might not make it.

Nat was sitting with her head in her hands as she heard Peter pleading with the doctors to let him in, to see her, to know if she was breathing or not. She couldn't bear to look at the others. They all knew what Peter was refusing to let himself think - Y/N's chances were very slim.

"Please, please let me stay with her," Peter sobbed as he fought to look past the doctors into the room. He caught a glimpse of his girlfriend's pale face. The shock of seeing her like that, under those lights, made him stand limply, not even realizing the doctors were now pushing him away. Tony was clenching his jaw, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. It's all your fault, his head was telling him. She wouldn't have spiraled if you had just trusted her. Why couldn't you have trusted her?

A nurse had managed to get the two into the waiting room where the rest were and told them firmly to wait for any more developments. Nobody heard her. Peter was still crying, and Tony was knuckling his eyes, determined not to let anybody know the magnitude of guilt he was feeling. Loki was staring at the door where Y/N was. He couldn't bear to lose her. If he did, then the only person who didn't see him as a monster would be gone. A few years ago, she had snuck onto Tony's spaceship when everyone was going on a mission to Asgard. She had laughed at his jokes when not even he thought they were funny, she had hugged him at his most vulnerable moments when nobody else knew he needed someone, she had given him her trust when he knew he didn't deserve it. It was she who had convinced Tony to take him to stay with the Avengers. He hadn't left since.

Thor was trying not to throw his hammer through the wall. Y/N had been so funny and carefree when she had come to Asgard. He remembered laughing when Tony was yelling at her for sneaking her way there, and all she did was examine the walls of the palace, completely absorbed. She had helped him through his sadness, his fear of losing everything, and his guilt at everything that had happened in Asgard. She had been his savior. And he had never told her. He prayed now for a chance to tell her everything he hadn't. A chance to show her how much she meant to him. How emotional he had gotten when she called him Uncle Thor for the first time.

Nat was trying to keep a clear head, but all she could see was a young four-year-old Y/N had been when she had first seen her, covered in rubble and trapped, freezing cold, in a HYDRA cell. It was Nat who had saved Y/N from being crushed by the deteriorating building and had given her to Tony to bring her up. She never imagined she would be so devastatingly powerful, or that the power would destroy her. She never imagined that Tony would destroy her when she had been so sure he would protect her. She was trying not to blame Tony for this, but it was hard. And she wasn't the only one.

Steve Rogers had nearly had a panic attack when he had caught a six-year-old Y/N playing with his shield. It was bigger than her, and she still insisted on examining it. When he asked her why she'd touched it, she said she wanted to be strong like him. And he had picked her up and said she'd one day, she would be stronger than all of them combined. And now, her power could kill her. Why couldn't Tony have let her and Peter be together? Y/N had been right, Peter Parker was the definition of what was good for her, and now they might never get another chance.

"Mr. Stark?"

Everyone looked up. The same nurse was back, holding a clipboard to her chest. There was a long pause. "She's stable," the nurse said. Peter gave a gasp of relief and tried not to cry again. "Her chances are better, and she's sleeping now," the nurse continued, although nobody was really listening. Wanda was silently crying with relief. She had been the last out of everybody to meet Y/N, but the comfort that she had given Wanda after the death of her brother was enough to make her love that child like a daughter. She was going to be ok.

"Please...." Tony said hoarsely. "Please can I see her?" The nurse nodded. "You can all go in together if you want." With that, they all stood and walked together to Y/N's room. As soon as he saw her, Peter ran at full speed to the bed and held her hand, laying his head on her stomach and began whispering to her. Nat clenched her fists to keep the tears at bay when she heard what he was saying. "Y/N, please, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, just please wake up, baby, please wake up." Tony just gripped the side of the bed, his face to the window so none of them could see. Nat and Loki approached the bed so they could sit next to it, while the rest just stood nearby and gave thanks she was looking peaceful. They seemed to spend an eternity like that, just sitting with her, feeling grateful she hadn't succumbed to the power that had taken over her.

Until Peter felt Y/N's hand stir in his. He sat up, looking at her intently. Y/N's eyes squeezed and then opened a little, a groan escaping her lips as her whole body began moving. "Y/N?" he whispered, not daring to believe it. "What...." Y/N said slowly. "Where am.... I?" Everyone let out a deep breath and rushed to the bedside. "You're in the hospital, beautiful girl," Nat said, using her old nickname for her niece. "Your powers made you lose control, and you were unconscious." Y/N looked around as if realizing where she was for the first time and then saw Peter. "You look.... scared out of your mind," she said, regarding him for a few moments. Peter laughed shakily. "I was scared you weren't going to make it," he told her. "I'm really sorry I scared you," she replied. Peter's eyes widened. "No, no, it's not your fault. You never have to be sorry, Y/N, not while I'm with you." He leaned forward and their foreheads touched. Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she closed them. "Never let me go," she whispered.

"Never," he promised her.

Suddenly, Y/N pulled away. "Where's my dad?" she asked. She hadn't seen him. Everyone saw Tony's face now. He was squeezing his eyes shut, his grip on the side of the bed vice-like as he tried to talk without his voice breaking. "Uh, I'm right here, Y/N," he said. She turned and saw him. "Dad, please-" she started, but Tony wasn't listening. He bent and hugged her as if he would never let her go. "I'm sorry," he whispered again and again into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." Y/N hugged him back. She understood now, she understood everything. "Dad, it's ok," she whispered. I know you have a hard time letting me go, but I'll be fine. I'm going to be fine."

"I know, I know," Tony said, still hugging her. "I love Peter, Dad. Please.... I just want you to understand that. "I do," Tony told her, pulling away. "I know now. I see how you look at each other, and even if I don't like it-" Peter looked down a little guiltily, "I will condone your relationship." Y/N smiled and hugged her father again. "Thank you," she said sincerely. Tony smiled back and pulled away.

Everyone smiled, and the rest came forward to say hi to Y/N. Wanda hugged her while the brothers and Steve watched. Y/N's face was alight with happiness, her smile bright and infectious. That was the Y/N they all knew. She was back.

(also posted on my other tumblr, ethxreality13)

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: your relationship with Wanda gets a little bumpy when her work life crosses over with your personal life.

warning/s: implied kidnapping, mentions of anxiety

author's note: so the ‘i love you’ confession was actually inspired by an incorrect quote on @aquamarinescarlet’s page! i thought it would be cute aha

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It was two months into our relationship when I knew I'd fallen in love with Wanda. I can't remember the exact moment when it hit me – I guess it had happened gradually over time – but I remember the embarrassing moment when I told her.

She'd brought me as her date to an Avengers party thrown by Tony Stark. I'd been to one of them before, about a month into dating her, as she'd wanted me to meet her friends from work AKA the freakin' Avengers. They were actually really great and (somewhat) humble people. I didn't expect to become 'friends' with any of them, more just be friendly whenever I saw them through Wanda. To my surprise, I became quite good friends with Natasha Romanoff.

We had the same dark sense of humour, both had an unexplainable obsession with horror films and she was genuinely just really easy to talk to. I wasn't expecting it, but it was nice to gain a new friend in addition to a new girlfriend.

So, I was at my second Avengers party with Wanda by my side, but the party had ended about half an hour ago and I may or may not have been drunk.

We were sat on the couch, conversing with the other Avengers, and I was sat between Wanda and Natasha. The others were involved in their own conversations and I was too dazed to realise what I was doing until it happened.

"Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her," I said (not-so) quietly, leaning over to my left, into Wanda's ear unknowingly.

Wanda, who was playing with my fingers in her hand, paused and glanced to me with bright eyes, a surprised expression on her face.

"You're in love with me?" she asked, lips twitching into a smile.

I blinked, her words settling in, before I licked my lips. "Oh, sorry." Turning to my right, I moved to Natasha's ear, whispering loudly, "Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her."

Natasha glanced to me with a quirked brow, amused smile on her lips. "She doesn't? You sure about that?"

"You're in love with me?" Wanda repeated, sitting forward and earning my attention.

I gasped, wondering how she knew, before slapping Natasha's arm and looking to her with a frown. "You told her?! I trusted you!"

Natasha ignored me, instead looking to Wanda with an encouraging look. "I'll leave this one to you. Good luck."

She stood up, heading over to Thor and Bruce Banner on the other couch, and I booed her as she left.

"Yeah, run away, you secret-give-away'er!" I called after her with a pout, before crossing my arms.

"I think it's time I take you home," Wanda said decidedly, trying not to laugh as she pulled me up off the couch.

"I don't like Natasha anymore," I mumbled, allowing Wanda to take me away.

She bid her goodbyes to her teammates before leading me to the lift. I don't really remember what else happened until we were suddenly at my house – well, my parents house, but they had given it to me as they travelled the world with their retirement money. She was leading me inside and to my bedroom, getting me dressed like the sweet girlfriend she was, before tucking me into bed.

Of course, being the clingy drunk I was, I pulled her on top of me and didn't let go as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Stay," I mumbled into her shoulder, closing my eyes.

She chuckled, trying to pull away. "Y/N, you need to sleep, c'mon."

"I will," I whined, not letting her leave. "If you stay with me."

She paused, before giving in with a sigh. "Fine."

Tiredly, I smiled. "Yesssss." I patted the spot next to me. "Right here, please."

In the light of my bedside lamp, I saw her roll her eyes playfully, before turning off the lamp and jumping under the covers with me. I sighed with relief, cuddling into her side without hesitating.

"I love you," I mumbled, barely thinking about it.

She tightened her embrace and I felt her kiss the top of my head. "You're probably gonna forget you said that in the morning. But I'll remind you. And if you still think it, then I'll reply."

Her words went into one ear and out the other. I hummed in response, not knowing what I was answering to, and let myself get lost in her scent as I drifted into a peaceful slumber.

When I woke up the next morning, I quite liked the idea of sharing bed with Wanda and waking up to her dishevelled hair and our intertwined legs, even though I didn't remember inviting her to stay. Of course, I also had a banging headache and felt like someone had hit me with a train, so I didn't get chance to appreciate it much.

"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling the duvet over my head to block out the sun streaming through the slit in my curtain.

Wanda, who was shuffling beside me, yawned and stretched her arms. Suddenly, I heard quiet laughter, before she spooned me, wrapping her arms around my stomach and pulling me closer. Her leg raised and clung to my waist, and as much as I appreciated the way she fit perfectly against me, I was still in pain.

"Why did you let me drink that much?" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

"I believe that was your own conscience decision, dorogoy (darling)," she said in that know-it-all voice of hers, and it was hard for me to be annoyed at her because she had a raspy, morning voice and her accent was especially thick with fatigue and damn, Wanda Maximoff was pretty sexy in the morning.

"Whatever," was all I said, but I placed my hand on hers and joint our fingers together.

"You know," she started, tucking her head comfortably into my neck, "I quite like waking up to you like this. You're very cute, even if you're cranky."

Despite aforementioned crankiness, I cracked a smile. "I like this, too."

It was very domestic, something I didn't get the privilege of experiencing with Wanda because she worked a lot, and it felt good.

After hanging around in bed for a little while longer, I got up and showered whilst Wanda offered to make me some breakfast – "Pancakes are a hangover's cure! Or at least according to Tony". After getting ready, I came downstairs to find a stack of pancakes and maple syrup waiting for me.

"You are a Godsend," I told her, pressing a haste kiss to her lips before sitting at the table with the pancakes. "Thank you."

She chuckled, grabbing her own pancakes and sitting opposite me. "Anything for you."

After I dug in, complimenting her on how delicious they tasted, a comfortable silence fell between us. Well, until Wanda spoke up cautiously.

"So, does anything from last night ring a bell?" she asked, making me look up to see her staring eagerly.

My content expression fell. "Shoot, did I do something embarrassing?" I facepalmed. "God, what was it? Did I fall asleep on somebody?"

She smiled with adoration, eyes twinkling in the morning sun. "No, nothing like that."

I could tell there was something though, judging from her hesitant expression. I scrunched my face with regret.

"What did I do?" I asked, unprepared to hear it. "Did I say something to you?"

She played with her fork, twisting it around in her plate nervously, which was very unlike her. "Yeah, actually, you did."

I waited, feeling like the silence was deafening the longer she stayed quiet.

"You said you were in love with me," she said, voice so soft and quiet that I barely heard it.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. "I what?"

"I mean, technically you said I had no idea you were in love with me, but I think you were supposed to tell Nat that," she continued, eyes avoiding mine. "Then you told Nat and you got mad at her because you thought she told me."

I facepalmed for the second time that morning. "Oh, God..."

"Then you invited me to stay the night and told me you loved me before you fell asleep," she finished rambling. "I just, er, wanted to check if you meant that..."

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. "Are you kidding?" I reached over the table to grab her hand. "Wanda, of course I meant that! But I hoped to tell you at a better time than by accident whilst I was drunk."

Blue eyes flickered to mine, excitement creeping onto her face. "You meant it."

I breathed out, realising what exactly I'd just said. "I– yeah. I meant it. I'm in love with you, Wanda."

Her smile widened. "I'm in love with you, too."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I relaxed my shoulders. "You love me."

She giggled, squeezing my hand. "We just did this."

"Right! We did," I said, shaking my head, grin forming on my lips. "Sorry. I'm just so happy right now."

"Me, too," she said in agreement, thumb stroking the top of my hand.

I didn't think things could go wrong from here. I was on top of the world! But of course, the world had a funny way of ruining things.

—

Dating a superhero had its pros and cons, I suppose, but neither really showed themselves to me often as it was as if Wanda's superhero life was separate to the one we shared. When she and I were together, it was just us. And she would leave for work and I wouldn't think about it. Then she would return and it would be us again.

If I took a moment out of my day to stop and really think about where she was, what she could be doing, the danger she could be in... I just couldn't do it. Even when she would show up to our next date with a fresh bruise from training, or a broken bone from a mission gone too far, I'd worry about it for the time being then try to let it go. Those weren't superhero perks, those were reasons to be concerned. And I couldn't handle imagining the time when she'd come back to me in a worse state, or to not even come back at all.

So, her superhero life rarely overlapped with our shared one. And I was happier that way. Until it did.

I was running errands one day, little things that required me to run around the city – dry cleaning, grocery shopping, picking up some DIY stuff for my house. It was a pretty relaxing, fun day. I'd treated myself to lunch, was soaking in the sunshine and planning to unwind with some Netflix on the couch.

"Hold on, I need to unlock the front door," I mumbled into the phone. I was talking to Wanda, catching her up with my day as I returned home.

"Try not to drop your phone this time," she teased from the other end, and I could just imagine the smirk on her face.

"So funny," I said with an eye roll. "Real comedian."

She laughed as I placed my phone in my pocket, not quite hanging up. Pulling my keys from my shopping bag, I fiddled with them, attempting to find the key for my front door.

Suddenly, something metal and cold pressed to my back and I jumped, dropping my keys with surprise.

"Don't draw attention," the person said, and I went rigid, looking up to see a reflection of someone unrecognisable in the glass of my front door. "You're going to leave your things here and come with me."

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to turn around, but the object pressed harder into my back, making me wince.

"Leave your fucking things here and give me your hand," the man ordered, ignoring my question. "Phone included. And don't even think about making a call."

I swallowed hard, panic settling in as I listened to the threatening stranger. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I realised that the stranger had no idea I was already on a call. With an Avenger nonetheless.

"I'll put it down," I narrated my actions, soon coming to realise that the object behind my back was in fact the barrel of a gun.

Hoping Wanda was still listening in and could hear the exchange, I put my phone on the ground and placed my shaking hand in the man's outstretched one. He tucked his gun back into the waistband of his jeans before tugging me down the steps and to a black van parked opposite my house.

Too paralysed with fear at the sight of two more strange men getting out the van, I felt my throat go dry and words get stuck at the bottom. Looking around, I hoped to find a neighbour's eyes or dog-walker's lost gaze, but nobody was here. Whoever these men were had timed their entrance perfectly.

When we reached the van, the back doors were opened and the man spun me around roughly before placing a bag on my head and shoving me inside. Hot tears ran down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering what the hell was happening and who these people were. But mostly, I hoped Wanda was already on her way.

—

The whole incident was over soon. That's what we were calling it now. The 'incident'. Of course, it could have been called other things... the kidnapping, the abduction, the capture. But we settled with the 'incident'. It was less explicit, as if minimising how utterly terrifying the whole experience was.

I never did find out who those men were. Wanda offered to tell me, feeling a need to explain herself and blame herself and drag herself down in the dirt to make me feel better, to bring me out of my silence and give me something to feel good about. I recalled her mentioning they were after her, getting to her through me – her girlfriend.

She rescued me quite quickly. Being tied up and locked away and left to cry like a child, wondering if I was going to die any minute at the hands of captors whom I had never met nor done anything to in my life, wasn't fun. People always wonder what they would do in those situations; maybe they would square up and put up a fight; maybe they would scream and shout and get everyone's attention; maybe they'd even retort with sarky remarks and go out with a blaze of glory.

I never imagined what that would be like, but I discovered I could do neither of those things. I just let them take me, let them threaten me and point their guns at me and tie me up and lock me away and–

I let myself cry and feel terrified and shake and lose my words and imagine the worst. Some would call that giving in, but this wasn't something you could prepare for. Surely my response was justified? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when Wanda burst onto the scene, taking out the men with ease and taking me out of there, taking me home, I was momentarily safe.

But then as she began to ramble off her explanations and apologies and regrets, I found myself turning in on myself, unable to hear her out. I didn't blame her one bit, but I also couldn't listen to one more second. So, I tuned her out.

I sat on the couch, staring at the way the thread was coming loose on one of my cushions. I thought about how quickly the whole 'incident' had happened. How one minute I was sat in a cell and now I was sat on my couch. How I was then shaking with fear and now I felt nothing.

"...you listening? Hey, are you okay?"

I only tuned back in when she sat on the cushion I was looking at. Her fingers rested on my cheek, guiding my head upwards so I was looking her in the eyes, glassy and red and swollen from crying. I probably looked the same, though I was all out of tears.

"I promise you nobody will be back here," she said with certainty, thumb stroking my cheek. "There's S.H.I.E.L.D. agents posted all along the street. And I'm happy to stay here if you need me to. You're safe now."

I knew I was. And despite my calm exterior, my heart was still racing in my chest, adrenaline still pumping through my body as if expecting to make a sudden break for it.

"What are you thinking?" she muttered, eyes flicking between mine curiously. "Talk to me. Please."

I shook my head, looking away. "I'm okay."

"It's okay not to be," she said quietly, squeezing my hand.

"I know."

So, we kept that bit up for a few more days, maybe a week. Me pretending I was okay, though still distant from Wanda as if she'd caught the plague, and her pretending she knew I was telling the truth.

But I knew she sensed the nightmares I had, waking me up in cold sweats. I knew she saw the way I tensed when a shadow cast along the wall from a moving object. Or the way I never faced the front door when unlocking it to get inside.

I guess she couldn't take it anymore at some point, possibly a week or two later, as when I was mixing my soup in a bowl after heating it up in the microwave, she sighed loudly.

"You okay?" I asked, glancing up at her. She was stood by the counter, seeming tired.

She'd been staying with me since the incident happened, obviously, and it was nice having her around so much, despite the circumstances. But I knew she was worried and had been keeping it in. I just didn't have the energy to acknowledge it.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, though her fingers still drummed on the countertop.

I let it go, shrugging, before paying attention to my soup. Her impatience was obnoxiously loud, filling the house with a discomfort she was dying to express. Eventually, she did.

"I'm not fine," she decided, and I stopped stirring my soup as I looked to her tugging on her sleeves distractedly. "I'm not fine because you're not fine."

"I've told you I am," I said monotonously, eyes boring into hers.

"I know you're not," she said, crossing her arms and hugging herself. "I've noticed you and..."

I quirked a brow. "And?"

She frowned, eyes softening with empathy. "Don't make me say it, Y/N."

I pressed my tongue to the back of my teeth as I looked down to my steaming soup.

"Talk to me," she pleaded, rounding the counter and leaning beside me, searching for my eyes. "I just want to help."

I swallowed hard. "I have nothing to say, Wanda."

"A really scary thing happened," she began hesitantly. "The fact that you don't have anything to say– that you've not said anything, isn't right."

"Well, I guess there's something wrong with me," I said dismissively, before grabbing the pepper grinder before me and using it.

"No, there's not," she reassured, not giving up. "You just need to talk.”

I set the grinder down, turning to face her abruptly. She straightened up with surprise, taking a small step back.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, voice calm but full of unintentional malice. "Huh? What do you want me to tell you? That I'm terrified somebody is watching my house, waiting for a quiet moment to break in? That I have to follow you into every room you go in because I don't want to be left alone? That I can't fucking sleep because I'm scared that when I close my eyes, I'll be locked in a nightmare I can't escape? Is that what you want me to tell you? Does that make you feel better, Wanda? Because it doesn't make me feel any better. It just reminds me how fucking terrified I am."

I pocketed my shaking hands, blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, swallowed down the lump rising in my throat. She watched me, unsure what to say at first and I didn't blame her. It was an outburst waiting to happen.

"I'm–"

"Don't say you're sorry," I snapped, before flinching at my tone. "I know you're sorry. And I don't blame you for what happened. I just– I don't know what to do anymore."

Her eyes were studying me like green lasers burning holes into my skin and I hated that I couldn't meet them. I hated even more that I couldn't leave the kitchen out of anger or frustration because I was too scared to be left alone without her by my side.

So, I leaned against the counter, turning away from her, and let out a shaky breath, eyes burning and heart thumping in my ears. Her arms suddenly wrapped around me without question, and I let her take me into her chest, squeezing me so tight so I knew she was there.

Closing my eyes, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but no sound came out. I struggled to breathe, unable to take in air through my nose as I stuffed my head so hard into her shirt that I couldn't see a thing except darkness. I knew I'd eventually be okay, that I'd eventually get back to some sense of normalcy. But for now, having her here with me was okay. And I found it much better to just be with her then have to go over and talk it out.

She was warm and strong and smelt like home and God, I loved her. I was lucky to have her.

—

It took about a month and a half to get over the incident. And after that, we never brought it up again. It was just easier that way. We continued on like usual, falling back into our old routine of having a separate us and her separate superhero life.

At some point, I thought it would be nice for her to meet my parents. They were back in town for the week, wanting to check in and see how I was. It was nice having them around and I was excited for them to meet Wanda, who I'd mentioned in some of our Skype calls.

"We don't have to make it a thing," I said as I proposed the idea. We were cleaning around Anna's apartment as she napped in her bedroom. "It's not like an 'oh, meet the parents' thing. They just happen to be in town and we're having a dinner, so I thought you might want to come. If you don't, it's not a big deal. I haven't told them to expect you. Not unless you say yes. Which you don't have to."

She chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Dorogoy (darling), calm down. Breathe."

I neatened the cushions on the couch with a bit too much force. "Am I not breathing? I'm pretty sure I'm breathing."

Her hands slipped into mine as she spun me around to face her. An amused smile on her lips, she said, "You need to relax. If you're like this now, then who knows what you'll be like on the night of the dinner?"

It took me a second to realise what she'd said and when I did, my eyes widened. "Wait, the night of the– does that mean you're going?"

She laughed, tugging me closer to her. "Yes, I'm going. I'd love to meet your parents!"

My shoulders relaxed as her fingers played with mine mindlessly. A smile appeared on my lips as I said, "Thank you. I– it'll be fun. No pressure. Just a dinner."

"Just a dinner," she confirmed, before kissing my forehead gently. "Can't wait."

And so on the day before my parents left for Scotland, yet another trip on their never ending retirement travels, I waited for Wanda to pick me up so we could go to a restaurant to meet my parents, who were already there after spending the day shopping in town.

She arrived at the door with a beautiful smile and bright eyes, looking me up and down.

"Just on time," I teased, tilting my head to the side, before being serious. "You look amazing tonight, Wanda."

"As do you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said sweetly, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, before stepping inside. "Also, these are for you."

She removed her hand from behind her back as I closed the door, revealing a gorgeous, colourful bouquet of flowers.

"I saw them and thought of you," she began to explain without even realising how cute she was; a smile crept on my lips as she continued, "but then I realised I've never gotten you flowers before which is very dumb of me because a pretty girl deserves pretty flowers, right?"

There was no doubt that my face was heating up from the attention, flustered yet honoured at her words.

"Wanda, I love them," I said, accepting the flowers and meeting her gaze. "And to be fair, nobody has ever gotten me flowers before."

"You're kidding," she said with disbelief, stepping forward and wrapping her arms loosely around my waist. Reading my serious expression, she added, "Not even for your birthday? Or a celebration?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

She gave me a knowing look. "Well, that's very unfortunate. But I'm glad I could be the first."

I held her gaze, amusement dancing in her smile. Mirroring her expression, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up delightfully.

"Me, too," I said, and I meant it.

"Come on, we should get going," she said, squeezing my waist before letting go. "Don't want to be late, do we?"

"We do not," I agreed, before putting the flowers in a vase of water and leaving them by the door.

"You ready?" she asked, holding open the front door.

I intertwined our hands and met her smile with my own. "I'm ready."

Taking the girlfriend to meet the parents. What could go wrong?

[randominagines]

Omgomg hi can I request some Bucky fluff?

I want some good ol' fluff with this gentle giant :')

I read your prompt list, Idk how to really request with them, but I guess these are good haha;

1. Fuck everything, I just want to be with you

2. It's no secret that I would do anything to see you happy

3. My love? Honey? Or would you prefer my future wife?

For third prompt, maybe it could be included, but please with no proposal? Idk it's just kinda cheesy for me haha, but do whatever you want ❤️❤️❤️

THANKS THIS REQUEST IS LOVELY

I hope you like this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem!reader

Setting: After Civil War events

Warning: fluff

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators.

A New Beginning

Y/n had been waiting that moment for so long, dreaming about the precise day in which Bucky would have finally be awake and she could hug him again. It had been a while since he decided that the best decision for everyone was to be moved in Wakanda and being hibernated and, for as much as the whole situation was heartbreaking for y/n, she accepted his decision and decided to support him. She remembered that day as if she had just lived it.

*Flashback*

"Babe, are you sure of this?" Y/n asked once again while squeezing her boyfriend's hand. He tenderly smiled while brushing a lock of her y/h/c hair behind her ear. "Doll, I'm still dangerous, I thought that my days as the Winter Soldier were over, but I still can't fully control my mind," he explained. She nodded and a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm doing this even for you, for us... what if I hurt you? What if I... I can't even think about it." He said and she caressed the back of his head. He wiped the tears away from her cheeks and caressed her lower lip with his thumb. "Please, don't cry, I can't see you like this... I'll be okay and we'll go somewhere far, we'll create a life." He promised. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "But, Bucky... What about the mission? the Avengers? What Steve said about those infinity stone connection found by Thor?" She asked, her tone nervous. He shook his head and cupped her face with his hand. "Fuck everything! I just want to be with you." He whispered while resting his forehead against hers. She cried, salty tears wetting her lips. He hugged her, his arms wrapping around her torso and his nose filling with her sweet, familiar and reassuring scent. They had been together for a while, since he managed to create some sort of normal life, with bad days in which his mind was filled with horrors and amazing days in which she was able to make him forget all of his pain; with the return of the Winter Soldier, he was convinced that he needed more time to fully recover from his past traumas and he didn't want to risk hurting her, that would have been something unforgivable for him. "I never believed I could be dangerous for you until now... I love you too much to expose you to such a risk." He said with a broken voice. She shook her head. "Babe, you're not going to hurt me..." she tried to confort him, but he stared at her with conviction. "The Winter Soldier could." He concluded and looked at her, pure fear in his eyes.

She caressed the back of his head, her fingers playing with his long locks. "I will miss you so much, but I respect your decision." She said, her voice broken. He smiled and looked at her, his eyes getting watery. "I'll make it up to you: we'll buy a house and get a dog, and also a cat." He said, knowing how much she wanted that. She laughed and wiped away her tears, her smile warming his heart. "Would you do that for me? Domestic life?" She asked, her fingers caressing his shoulders. He nodded and pulled her closer. "Doll, it's no secret that I would do anything to see you happy." He said and he kissed her, a slow but intense kiss. Their tongue meet while Bucky caressed her back, his touch so familiar to her that she knew exactly how he was going to caress her. She smiled on her lips. "I love you, Sargent Barnes, I'll be here when you'll wake up." She promised and he smiled. "Good, you're the first thing I'll want to see." He said and she gave him another kiss, her lips crushing on his as if she wanted to print them on hers. She took a deep breath and turned, but before she could walk away he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. "Wait, look at me again," he said and she stared at him, her watery eyes stuck into his. He smiled. "I just wanted to take the sight of how beautiful you are with me in this hellish freezer." He said and she chuckled, her cheeks getting red. She couldn't believe that he still was able to flatter her that much, after all that time.

Bucky layed down and gave one last look to Steve and to y/n before T'Challa finally closed the capsule.

Bucky opened his eyes, the light of the day making him squeeze them. He immediately brought the image in front of him into focus: a bunch of children with their faces painted were staring at him. He frowned and stood up, his body feeling heavy. He moved the tent of his little house away and stepped outside, the sunlight forcing him to cover his eyes. In that moment, he stared at the river in from of him and saw a figure standing against the light. He immediately recognised it. "Y/n?..." He called her, his voice a whisper.

She slowly turned and looked at him, the most radiant smile lighting up her face and her eyes filling with tears. "Bucky." She whispered, her voice sounding like heaven to him. He walked to her, his legs automatically moving, and she did the same. They crushed into each other arms, their bodies attaching and their heartbeats meeting. He smiled while hiding his face in the crook of her neck, his hand squeezing the fabric of her shirt. She looked at him, her fingers caressing his head. "You're awake." She said while he caressed her back. She believed her heart was pounding so fast that he could heart it loud and clear, she had missed his touch immensely. "Doll, you're here." He said while caressing her face, almost afraid that she was going to vanish. She tenderly smiled. "Where else would I be." She said and he nodded while looking at her, his eyes scanning her. "God, you're even more beautiful than how you were in my dreams, my love." He said, his thumb caressing her lower lip. That gesture was so familiar, so natural that she couldn't help but perceiving butterflies erupting in her stomach. "I missed being called my love by you." She said while looking at him, she wanted to remember every single detail of that moment. He smiled. "You like when I call you like that? My love? Honey? Or would you prefer my future wife?" He asked with a smile.

She frowned and widened her eyes, her hands shaking. "Bucky, what are you talking about?" She asked, her heart so full of different feelings that it was hard to process them all. He caressed her face. "I'm not proposing, I know how much complicated things are right now. I love you, y/n, you're the person I want by my side for the rest of my life. So many things happened and I never had certainties during these last seventy years, the only thing I'm sure about is my love for you. When this all will be over, I want you to become my wife, because this feels so right." He said, his eyes filled with hope. She smiled and caressed his cheek, her touch delicate. "We'll have plenty of time to create a life together, I'm not going anywhere." She promised, her smile melting his heart. He nodded. "Good, because I need you." He concluded and smiled while wrapping her arm around her waist before finally kissing her, and that kiss felt like a new beginning for the both of them

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Break.

Request by @lucywrites02 (If you find some time could you write a fic about reader being really stressed about their exams and Loki saying something mean and then they break down and Loki has no idea what's happening but then tries to help the reader? It can be a headcanon or a one shot)

N/A: It do be like that sometimes. Unfortunately I think we can all relate to this state of mind. Hope this helps alliviate the tension a bit. Remember to take care of yourself; health is more important than grades.

Warnings: anxious thoughts, mentions of suicide attempt (the Bifrost thing from Loki), angst. Happy ending.

Word count: 2.3 K

(Taglist: @lucywrites02, @louieboo87, @jesuswasnotawhiteman)

You organized your folders once again, hoping the cleaner desk would give you some motivation to keep going. It didn’t, but you stayed. Your stomach growled and it hinted you to look at the clock. Oh, no. Five in the morning? But you barely started. You still had so many things to do before dawn.

You got up and stretched your legs and back. Your eyelids, heavier than ever, were not helping at all. Your mind was still everywhere, and you had to keep your head distracted to not think in the thousand things you still couldn’t get done. The mere thought of that made you shiver, almost throwing you into a spiral of anxious thoughts. You shook your head off and walked to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water in your face, you stood in front of the mirror. Eyebags that made you more similar to a racoon gave you the idea of making some more coffee. At that time you'd already forgotten you were going to get some food; your head was so full it couldn't even retain basic information.

As silently as you could, you walked down to the kitchen of the compound. You brought your books with yourself. Couldn’t waste some other five or ten minutes, couldn’t you? Filling the kettle and putting it on the fire, you got distracted watching the shapes of the fire.

“Zoned out?”, inquired Loki behind you. You jumped, frightened.

“What are you doing up so early?”, you asked.

“What are you doing up so late?”. You pointed at the books and he nodded. “You’re still with those things”.

“Want some coffee?”.

“No, thanks. I think I’m gonna try to sleep on the couch”.

He moved to the living room area and opened a book, laying down on the nearest couch. It all looked so cozy, so comfortable. You redirected your gaze to your cup of coffee and academic books, waiting for you to fry your head a little (a lot) more. Oh, how much you would’ve loved to take a break, sit in there with a fiction book and a warm mug of hot cocoa, wrapped up in… no. Don’t do this. Don’t torture yourself like that.

You probably shouldn’t have been drinking coffee. Your heart was already going abnormally fast, product and cause of the anxiety you were accumulating. But you did, trying to get your eyes opened. The table you settled in was confronting the living room area, and Loki observed you read and write incessantly in those big piles of books and papers.

You didn’t hear his footsteps. Out of nowhere he appeared behind you, reading the pages that were troubling you so much. You jumped once again. He was distracting you, you were tired and stressed, and, as if it weren’t enough, your heart was going to explode with all those frightens he was giving you.

“Are you going on the next…?”.

“Loki, I can’t give you attention right now”, you cut him off as kindly as you could. Your voice was slightly broken, so you swallowed and hid it. You two weren’t close enough to actually explain to him you were about to drown if you kept getting distracted from the assignments.

“I don’t need your attention”, he scoffed, slightly offended. “Not a puppy you have to play with”.

“Alright. Can you leave?”.

He sighed and went back to the couch. After about half an hour, your head fell to the pages and gave your brain the pause it so hardly needed. About an hour later, everyone on the compound was up and having breakfast around you, waking you up with the noises.

“Y/n, what are you doing sleeping in here?”, asked Thor. “What are all those things you have in there?”.

“Those things, brother, are books. They are for reading and gaining knowledge, I’m certain you haven’t heard of them before”, mocked Loki, gaining a chuckle from you. “It’s not like you seem to be gaining much either, though”, told you, referring to your nap.

“I was exhausted, but I’m...”.

“Mortals are such weakies”, he said, getting up and serving himself a cup of tea. “They read three pages and already get tired of using their little brains”.

You knew he was kidding, for he had told you many times before he considered you one of the brightest youngsters he had ever encountered. But you couldn’t look at the big picture right now. Your head was still overwhelmingly loud with fears, tiredness, stress. The only sight of that pile of books made you shiver, realizing how little time you had to study. And Loki was right. You felt yourself so stupid, so weak. No matter how hard you worked and overworked yourself, you couldn’t get the damn things done right.

A knot in your throat gave you the hint to leave. The last thing you needed was to cry in front of them. You went back to your room, not without another cup of coffee before. So, you grabbed your things as fast as you could and ran to the kitchen. You hadn’t noticed Loki had followed you, thinking it was alright to mock; play around. You weren’t exactly friends, but enjoyed each other’s teasing every once in a while. He thought it’d cheer you up, or make you laugh.

“Hey”, he said behind you, and you jumped once again, dropping your mug to the floor. It got smashed to pieces. “Oh, what a clumsy little human”. You chuckled at his comment, containing a sob. He read it as if it was alright to keep teasing you, so he did. “I’d say you’re dumb because of not sleeping, but you generally just are like this”.

You didn’t answer, but your heart ached. You weren’t in the mood for his tough-love, so you rolled your eyes, sighed, and tried to pick up the pieces of broken ceramic. He didn't look satisfied with your silence. You'd usually insult him back, and laugh together.

“Your hair’s gross. Have you showered at all?” he said once again, touching the tip of one strand of your hair. You haven’t, you didn’t have time. You didn’t answer, and instead blushed. “Careful, don’t touch that sink, you might get a reaction”.

“What?”.

“Since you’re allergic to water”.

“Out of all the mean things you can say you go for my poor hygiene?”.

“Would you like me to stop insulting your appearance and instead go for anything else? I have a long list”.

“Just… leave me alone”.

“Oh, come on. You’re not gonna keep trying to understand what you so clearly can’t?”, he said while you were leaving with all your stuff, and you stood in place, facing the door. You were so, so glad you were backwards, because then he would’ve seen you tear up.

He was joking, he was just playing around. But going for that just in your worst moments? That was plain mean. You shook your head, he didn’t know, you’ve never said a thing about your stress, and he didn’t see how overworked and overwhelmed you were. He didn't know that was one of your biggest insecurities.

“I’d say you give up already. There are certain things dummies like you simply can’t achieve”, he continued. He had no idea, so he just kept going, hoping to get a reaction. A laugh, a chuckle or a “fuck you”. Even a punch. Any of the reactions he would usually get from you. But he didn’t expect what followed, at all.

You sobbed. One sob, just sharp and loud enough for him to have heard it. He stopped dead on his tracks. You didn’t turn around, but you didn’t move either. He saw how you tilted your head, facing the floor, and dropped a tear. He immediately walked to you and grabbed both of your hands, facing you.

“Hey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of those things, dear”, he softened his voice. “I was just joking around”.

“Yes, I know. Don’t worry, it’s just that I’m very stressed”, was what you tried to say. Instead, your sobs turned into a full blown cry. Your face went red from embarrassment, and anger, and stress, and tiredness, and it all just became too much for you to bear alone. Loki sensed it and hugged you tightly, pressing your head against his chest and hushing you tenderly.

“What happened? Is someone ill?”, he whispered, and you felt even more stupid, because you were crying over grades and papers. Not real things, like you used to think to diminish your stress and pack up all your feelings in a tiny bottle. But the tiny bottle became too tiny for your big feelings, and it finally exploded. You still couldn’t talk. Tears running down your face, you were hugging Loki back, hiding your face on him.

“Nobody’s ill, don’t worry”, you managed to say after a while. He nodded.

“I worry about you. Come, let me get you comfortable”, he said in your ear, and lifted you up carefully. You chuckled in between sobs. An emotional roller coaster. He carried you to his bedroom (and ignored the weird looks and stares from everyone else, because, let’s be honest; that was an unusual sight), and made you sit in his bed, wrapping you up in a weighted blanket (oh, you loved those).

He left for less than a minute and came back with a steaming cup of tea, some chocolate, and a few CDs. He sat in the bed by your side and gave you the cup. You wiped some tears away, and with trembling hands left the tea carefully over the bedside table and went for another hug. He wrapped himself around you, as a second blanket, and caressed your hair and neck with his cold fingers until your sobs stopped and you finally calmed down.

After a while, he cupped your face and looked at you very closely. Too close, even. Gave you a comforting look, with a warmth on his eyes you have never seen on anyone before.

“Better?”, he whispered.

“A bit, yeah”.

“Want to talk it out? Movie marathon? Chocolate?”.

You smiled and blushed a bit, again.

“Sorry, I’m just… really stressed. I thought I could manage better, but… this is just not it”.

“School?”.

“You must think I’m an idiot”.

“No way”, he assured you, frowning. “You know what I think of you. You’re incredibly smart”.

“I’m not, I’m doing so poorly on my exams and assignments, and…” you tried to explain, and the overwhelming weight of everything fell on your chest again. Your eyes watered.

“You’re overworking yourself too much, darling. You need to take a day off, or two”.

“I have no time, I won’t get anything done”.

“Well, you certainly won’t get anything done in this breakdown state of mind”, he said as tenderly as he could. He was right, and you sighed. You started fidgeting nervously with your fingers, tearing your cuticles. Almost as a reflex act, he grabbed your hands and caressed them so you would stop hurting them. “You humans run around the entirety of your lives. You spend it all running, speeding, not taking time to feel enough, to be rested and fulfilled enough”, he started saying, rocking you back and forth “you think you don’t have enough time, but for what?”.

“To do all the things I want”.

“And those are…? Careers to do? Places to visit? They all come to the same thing, love”.

“Feeling well?”.

“Yes”, he nodded. Your throat tightened once again, but this time out of relief. You really needed to hear this. “If you feel well doing these things, you won’t feel you’re wasting time once you finally rest. I’ve lived a thousand years. Do you think I always wanted to spend my life doing the same things?”.

“Well, no”.

“But it all came to the same thing when I thought I died”.

“You... what?”.

“I was on the Bifrost, about to fall. I wanted to feel good, to feel accepted, to feel loved by the people I loved”.

“It’s all we want at the end. I guess I overwork myself to make them proud”.

“I did too. And at the end, even when I tried my hardest, I couldn’t make them proud”.

“Oh God”, you said. He was still hugging and caressing you, as if the story he was telling didn’t affect him anymore. “And you…”.

“I threw myself off it”, he stated. You stopped and looked at him.

“Oh”.

“But”, he brought back to your hands the cup of tea “I survived. Even then, I kept thinking through the fogged lenses of doing something big for a future purpose, not paying any mind to my actual motivations”.

“How do you feel now?”.

“You know, if I wouldn’t have survived, I wouldn’t taste this amazing cup of tea” he said, sipping a bit from the cup still in your hands and bringing it to his cheek, warming him up. “And I wouldn’t be able to watch all these movies with you. And I would’ve missed all the Midgardians books I’ve read on Earth. And I wouldn’t have met anyone on here. And maybe, even looking closer, I wouldn’t have pushed all your buttons to break down so you would still be bottling up your stress and maybe even have had a heart attack and died unhappy and unfulfilled”.

“Wow there”. You both laughed. You rested your head on his lap and he watched you with a glimpse of a smile.

“What I’m trying to say is, take it one step at a time. Look at the big picture. Enjoy the process. All those things you midgardians say so often, they have almost lost all meaning. They sound cliché. They shouldn’t; for they are very true”.

“Thank you, Loki”, you sighed and started braiding one strand of his hair.

“Now go take a bath or something, stinky”. You both laughed. It was all fine.

[kaz11283]

Love Never Wins

Summary: Words will be said but do you really think either one of you mean them. Sometimes actions speak louder.

Warnings: slight angst

Characters: Loki, Thor, Y/n, Clint, avengers in the background here and there

Loki x you, Thor x you (platonic), Clint x you (brother,sister)

ANNOUNCEMENT: Not going to lie. This was going to be a simple short sweet straight to the point drabble but it turned into such a looooong one shot (i guess) I was in a good head space wgile writing this and just couldnt stop really. But it is something that I am very proud of.

ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I've had to make this a simple 2 part. I got way to carried away with everything in it!

Loki Masterlist

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"What's going on with you?" You yelled as you grabbed Loki by the arm pulling him away from the girl who was obviously flirting with him and he with her.

"What are you talking about? We were talking." He yelled back.

"You were flirting Loki in front of everyone! Openly! Don't play me for the fool you think I am. You've been off lately. Not around as much, zoning out when we finally have some time together. If there's something you want to say tell me now." You felt the tears rush to your eyes. You had seen all the signs, hell you were an expert at the signs. Multiple boyfriends had given you the signs before but for some reason you though that maybe, just maybe, he was diffrent.

"I just feel like we've grown apart in the last few months y/n. I don't think I can do this anymore." he said simply.

"You said I brought out the best side of you, that I was the love of your life." You said tears streaming down your face now, to hell with the makeup you was wearing you wasn't going back to the party anyways.

"You're not." He stated simply clenching his jaw.

"Ok fine. It's not the first time I've been broken up with. Just the first time that I had ever put so much into someone that I truly did see a future with just to have my heart completely ripped out in front of me. You got me good this time trickster. Don't think I'll be able to fully recover from this one." You spat back at him before turning to head up stairs to your room that the two of you had shared for so long.

Luckily Tony hadn't done anything to the room you had once occupied on a lower level of the tower so you easily moved all of your clothing back into there in a matter of no time. You weren't use to the feeling of being alone but thats all you wanted right now for the rest of your life. The god of tricks had ruined other men for you, he had once shown you love like you had never felt, and now your heart broke like it had never broke before.

"Hey sis, noticed you weren't- oh god what did he do?" Clint asked walking into your room. "Knew something was up. I could feel it."

"Hawk stop with the twin shit, its creepy." You huffed whipping your eyes on the back your long sleeve hoodie.

"What happened? All I know is you two disappeared, he came back, you didn't, and he said I should probably find you in your old room." He sat down next to you.

"We broke up. Easy as that. Ya know I never understood why they say not to date your co workers till today." You shrugged turning to him. "When we first got together you hated it-"

"To be fair he did brainwash me."

"I didn't say you didn't have a right. We kept it from you for a while though. But we hadn't been together long, Hawk, I thought he was diffrent from any man I ever dated-"

"Well he is a god, kinda different."

"Would you shut up so I can vent just for a little bit then you can go back to the party."

"Na, parties lame anyways, I was thinking about hanging out here for a little bit." He said kicking his shoes off and proping his feet on the coffee table throwing his arms across the back of the couch.

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes as you snuggled into your brother. "He was so kind, gentle, he was paciant with me. He knew that me and you were close and he didnt wamt to get in the way of that. He wanted us to be closer than he and Thor was. I think it helped him realize just how important family is when you only have each other. We kept it a secret for so long though." You pulled the hood up closer to your face. You didn't want to admit to yourself but you had kept the jacket because it still smelled like him.

"Nat seen the two of you making out in the hall weeks before you told anyone by the way." He laughed pulling you closer to him. " I didnt say anything though because I knew you would tell me when you were comfortable with it."

"I love him so much and he played me. Completely tricked me into these feelings that I dont think will ever change." You sobbed wrapping your arms around his waist, he through his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

"Hes a dick with a god complex. Hes not good enough for you at all. Coming from a brother, a twin brothers point of view, I think you could do better. All is fair in love and war, but dont put it past me to be a little rougher on him during training, and I wont point anything out if you happen to let some bad guy kill him on the field." He said kissing the top of your head.

"Hawk, you know I'm not like that. I habe a reputation to up hold." You said slapping his arm before pulling away. "If you wanna stay theres still some of your sweats that I stole in the bedroom and ice cream in the freezer, but your sleeping on the couch. Its been since we were kids that we shared a bed but I bet you still kick."

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A few weeks had passed since you and Loki had called it quites. You had been mainly staying in your room trying not to cause any uncomfortable silence if you and Loki wede in the same room. On one occasion when you had ventured out to the living room you seen Loki holding an icepack to his eye and a busted lip, your first instinct was to rush over and make sure he was ok but instead you turned and took a seat between Thor and Clint.

"Lady Y/n, as always your peresnts lights up the room. We just havent been seeing much of it as of late." Thor greeted you with a warm smile throwing his huge arm ober your shoulder, making you look smaller than you already was.

"No more gods." Clint mumbled beside you.

"Thor is just a friend. One of the best I have." You laughed. "What happened?" Nodding toward Loki.

"Payback." He shrugged.

"Ah yes, it turns out Loki is not very good at hand to hand combat unles he is able to use his magic." Thor laughed. "I always tried to get him to train with me but he never did, turns out he probably should have."

"Oh for god sakes I'm right here and you three are not really whispering. I shouldn't have to learn hand to hand combat I have my sedair! I'm assuming it was just your brothers idea so that he could get back at me." He yelled.

"And you forget that there could come a time when you might need hand to hand. I told you many times that you needed to train but no mister 'I'm Loki prince of Asguard, burdened with glorious purpose', mister I have my magic. Bullshit. Your just sour because a mear mortal bested you at something. Grow a pair and learn how to actually fight." You jumped up. You had finally snapped. It had been coming tough sitting in you waiting for the right, or wrong, time to show up.

"You watch your tone!" He shouted jumping up. "I know how to fight better than half the people in here." Clint and Thor slowly stood watching the scene in front of them neither one know what to do.

"You know how to use your pixie dust to make things happen! Well guess what tinker bell this aint Neverland. We get in weird predicaments all the time you never know what to expect." You yelled back. "Hell Loki, your probably so bad at hand to hand even I could beat you."

"Oh your on. Training room, 30mins. That is unless your scared?" He said giving you a mischievous smirk.

"Trust and believe I'm not afraid of you by any means. No weponds, no sedair strictly hand to hand." You said turning on your heel to walk to your room to get ready leaving Clint and Thor standing alone in the living room aww struck.

"So what do we do?" Clint finally asked.

"Well of course we have to stop this. It will not end very well." Thor answered.

"So tell the others?"

"Yes you tell the others I will get refreshments for the battle." They took off in seprate directions.

[mimisempai]

I can read you like an open book

Summary:

5 times where Loki refuses to see that he has been found out by Mobius and once where he accepts it

Lokius has so much potential. How not to be tempted?

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32034121

1798 words - Rating G

1.

"I'm Agent Mobius, by the way."

I don't care about your name. I'm Loki, God of Mischief, you moron!

The man with the ridiculous mustache looked suspiciously innocent.

Loki asked him in his most indifferent tone, "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"

The man, Mobius, answered in the quietest way possible, "No. That's where you just were. I'm taking you some place to talk."

Loki harrumphed and retorted, "I don't like to talk.

Without losing his smile, Mobius replied, "But you do like to lie, which you just did."

Seeing that Loki didn't bother to answer, he continued, a cheeky sparkle in his eye, "Because we both know you love to talk."

He had the audacity to add, emphasizing his words with his hands, "Talkie-talkie."

Loki was boiling inside, but he wouldn't allow this jerk to see his anger.

How could this fool have seen through to him? No way!

Yes he liked to talk! So what? He had a voice so he might as well use it. At least he never said stupid things.

Sure, he liked to twist the truth, but when you're the god of mischief, was that so surprising?

Anyway, nobody had discovered his biggest secret, his biggest lie, that was the most important.

He discreetly scanned the man in front of him who now seemed a little less inoffensive.

2.

They were in a room devoid of any decor, sitting face to face, separated by a table.

Loki decided to attack. He could be accused of lying, but not of not facing the truth.

He asked Mobius with a defiant look, "What do you want from me?"

Mobius inhaled, as if to give himself courage, "Well, let's start with a little cooperation."

No, that's not going to happen, buddy.

Loki was a god and a god doesn't cooperate.

He replied with a smirk, "Not my forte.

There he was again, that piercing blue-gray gaze that seemed to see much more than Loki believed. Accompanied by that smile that gauged him.

"Really?"

Mobius paused and for a moment Loki thought he knew how to stage himself as well as Loki.

The rascal continued, "Even when you're wooing someone powerful you intend to betray?"

How could he know that? Nobody knew about Thanos! Even Thor didn't know about it!

Don't show anything Loki! Don't show him he's right.

The bastard insisted, as if it were insignificant. "Come on."

Loki, took his most superior and closed look before answering.

"You don't know anything about me."

That's it, move on you moron!

"Maybe I'd like to learn."

What?

What does he mean, he'd like to learn?

No way, Loki wouldn't be fooled.

No one really wanted to know who Loki was.

Those who wanted to know him only wanted it to get something out of him.

He wouldn't be fooled by that smile and that look. Even though...

He shook his head not to let such thoughts linger

3.

Since Mobius seemed to want to know his theory so badly, Loki was more than happy to explain it to him, it was time to show off as much as he could with his jumpsuit.

He straightened his head and said in an emphatic tone, "For nearly every living thing, choice breeds shame and uncertainty and regret. There's a fork in every road, yet the wrong path is always taken."

He looked at Mobius defiantly.

So you're not such a smartass now, huh?

"Good. Yeah."

He had the nerve!

Loki was right not to believe that this man really wanted to know him, it was just to taunt him and put him in his place.

Mobius continued, "You said nearly every living thing ," he paused, and once again his eyes seemed to see further than Loki wanted to show.

He added, cheekily, "so I'm guessing you don't fall into that category?

Show nothing. Show nothing.

You didn't expect anything, Loki, so you're not disappointed.

Loki began to snicker. Sarcasm, one of his favorite weapons.

"The Time-Keepers have built quite the circus, and I see the clowns are playing their parts to perfection."

In case you didn't understand, I'm talking about you, the clown, that's you, buffoon!

Mobius started to laugh. A totally genuine laugh.

"Big metaphor guy. I love it."

Genuine but derisive of course.

The rascal continued, "Makes you sound super smart."

Loki couldn't let it go and retorted, "I am smart."

"I know."

Two words, and the tone was no longer taunting.

I know.

Two words said in a firm voice, without a smile, with an intense look in his eyes.

I know.

For once Loki didn't bother to wrap his words in circumlocutions, too disturbed by the implication of those two words. He simply replied, "Okay."

4.

Loki didn't know what Mobius' goal was in showing him his failures, but if it was to piss him off, he had achieved it, yet Loki was not going to show him.

Just as he was not going to show him how his questions affected him.

"Do you enjoy hurting people?"

No.

"Making them feel small?

No .

"Making them feel afraid?"

No. Stop. Answer him Loki.

"Your games don't frighten me."

But Mobius didn't seem to want to stop.

"Making them feel little?"

Loki couldn't help but retort with more vehemence, "I know what I am."

Mobius raised an eyebrow and asked defiantly, "A murderer?"

Knowing that if he let go, he would show Mobius how much he was affected by what he said, Loki shot back, "A liberator."

And the man had the audacity to reply, "Of eyeballs, maybe."

His words were accompanied on the screen by a video that showed Loki cutting out a man's eye.

Mobius continued, "Look at that smile. You are enjoying that. Did you enjoy hurting them?"

No. No. No. It was the mind stone. It wasn't me.

No! Shut up Loki! No one can know, not even him, get a grip!

Chin up, straight face, sardonic smile.

"I don't have to play this game. I'm a god."

Yes, that's what I am, a god. You won't take that away from me.

"Of what, again? Mischief, right?"

So what? I may not summon thunder, but I am powerful. In my own way.

The man then added, "Yeah. I don't see anything very mischievous about this."

Of course, since it wasn't him. But how could he tell anyone that he, the great Loki, had been under the influence of someone, that he had been manipulated by a stone.

He replied in a bitter voice, "No, I don't suppose you do."

Mobius sighed. He seemed almost disappointed.

Loki wondered why he felt a tightness in his chest. The same one he felt every time he knew he had disappointed his mother. The difference was that he had only known Mobius for a few hours.

5.

Loki was devastated.

His mother had died. She had died by his hand. At least because of him.

Mobius had continued to confront him with his failings.

Sitting on the floor, Loki no longer had the strength to stand up or fight back.

"You weren't born to be king, Loki."

Of course I was.

Even he was beginning not to believe it anymore.

"You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves."

He looked up at the screen where the Avengers were displayed one by one. The instruments of his defeat. The defeat he felt burning right now.

He asked with a broken voice, "What is this place?"

Mobius didn't answer, just walked over and held out his hand and said, "Come on."

No more taunting in his voice, no more mockery, just compassion? Loki looked up to see if what he heard in the voice was showing on the other man's face.

He read the same compassion.

Weakened by what he had just discovered about his mother, Loki found himself wanting to grasp that hand, to believe what he read in those eyes.  For a moment, he listened to himself, grabbed the hand and stood up.

But he was Loki, God of Mischief, so he snatched the small device from Mobius' pocket

+1

"Loki?"

Mobius had just come back into the room, Loki was distraught.

Sitting on the floor with his hands in his head, he raised it at the sound of his tormentor's voice.

The man approached him gently and said, "Nowhere left to run."

I don't want to go. I don't want to go anymore. I don't want to be that Loki anymore. I don't want to go back.

"I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline."

Can I be me here? Really me? What I want to be.

For the first time since he knew himself, Loki felt a compulsion to tell the truth.

Looking Mobius in the eye, he said softly, "I don't enjoy hurting people."

He paused, "I..." he exhaled sharply and repeated again, "I don't enjoy it."

For the first time, he really wanted to convince someone that he wasn't the monster everyone thought he was. Now that he had started talking, it was like he couldn't stop. He continued, "I do it because I have to, because I've had to."

Mobius looked at him with those caring eyes he had had earlier and another feeling he couldn't read.

He replied softly, "Okay, explain that to me."

Loki swallowed, this was the moment of truth.

"Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

Mobius simply nodded, before adding in a tone filled with understanding, "A desperate play for control. You do know yourself."

Loki bit his lip and added in a breath, "A villain."

He exhaled again.

"That's not how I see it.

Once again Mobius held out his hand to help him up, and this time Loki didn't hesitate to take it. Once on his feet, he didn't want to let go of that hand, the only non-violent human contact he'd had in years. He didn't even realize that he was tightening his fingers on Mobius'.

He asked the question that had been burning in his mind, "If I'm not the villain, then what am I?"

They still hadn't let go of each other's hands and now Mobius' thumb was gently stroking the back of Loki's hand.

Mobius tilted his head a little, seeking Loki's gaze even more.

He said with that smile that Loki was beginning to appreciate, "I don't know, but we could search together, if you want."

Loki nodded slowly and answered with a slight smile. The first sincere smile devoid of any trickery.

The real Loki smile. _________

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[miss-smutty]

Immortal Chapter 3

A/N- My first OC and I'm super excited for it and this story! Hope you love her ☺️

Summary- Thor learns more about his mystery love interest

Word count- 1,952k

Pairing- Thor x OC

18+ Only!

Posted: 21st June 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires

Part 1. Part 2.

The last thing Aria remembered before her vision pooled with bright lights and stars, was a car heading straight towards her. She felt the impact, her body flown through the air and crashing back to the ground with a sickening thud. She expected to hear her bones fracture into pieces with the impact of the car, to see her life flash in front of her eyes as she floated through the air. The world around her paused, time going incredibly slow, the speed causing the wind to blow her hair around the curve of her jaw in slow motion. She'd expected to feel the rough tar of the road, peeling away her skin as she landed in a heap, to feel tiny fragments of gravel imbedded in her soft and malleable flesh.

When none of that came though, she wasn't overly surprised. Instead of feeling excruciating pain, she revelled in the feeling of flying, enjoying the moment while it lasted until she was pulled back to earth and ultimately, back to reality. The reality of knowing the look on people's faces as she stood unharmed after a brutal collision that should've left her for dead.

Aria kept her eyes screwed shut, willing herself to just disappear and not have to deal with the backlash. The accident drawing unwanted and dangerous attention to her, attention she'd worked so hard to avoid. I mean she'd run away from her Prince Charming just to avoid this sort of attention, it was kind of ironic really.

Aria slowly opened one of her eyes, her vision blurred and glassy, there were people around her. Lots of faces she didn't recognise, hazy shapes all merging together until her eyes settled on one familiar face. Thor.

His distinct features standing out through the obscurity of her vision. Piercing sky blue eyes shone brightly, until that was all she could see. Eyes so clear she could see straight into his soul, a soul so pure it made her eyes sting. Thor's story playing through her mind like a movie, she blinked repeatedly willing it to stop, wrinkling her eyes tightly shut again.

"Everybody move out of the way, give her space. MOVE!" Thor bellowed over Aria, the crowd dispersing at once with his all commanding tone. He crouched down beside her, giving her body the once over, gulping deeply at the feel of her curves under his touch. Shaking his head while trying to ignore the unwanted thoughts that so helplessly followed. Wondering morbidly if it would be the second and last time he would be able to feel that magnetic pull he felt when their bodies touched.

Aria's tense muscles relaxed at the feel of Thor's hands smoothing down her legs and arms, checking for broken bones he was never going to find. A gasp left her lips when he lifted her T-shirt up just above her belly button, his fingers prodding gently at the softness of her flesh. It took all she had not to giggle, as his fingers tickled against her bare midriff.

Thor continued kneeding his hands softly around her precious torso, more than sure he would find something life threatening. Knowing there was absolutely no way a Midgardian could escape a collision like that with absolutely no lasting scars. His brow furrowed with suprise at finding absolutely no broken bones. Not even one. Even more surprising he found no cuts or bruises, not even a graze.

Aria lay before him, a vision of perfectness, her dark as night hair blanketing her defined features. She bent her hour glass curves, bringing her knees up to her chest. Thor's eyes widened, drawn to the definition of her hips and the swell of her backside in the tight black jeans she wore. He reached forward to stroke the silky hair away from her face, anxious to see her flawless skin and the rosy pink flush of her cheeks.

Aria's eye's fluttered open when she felt Thor's cold fingers brush against her clammy cheek. She recognised the painful look of anguish in his expressive blue eyes, the worry set deep within them.

"I'm ok, help me up please." She stuttered, trying to raise her head from the ground, twisting her body around. Thor's arms immediately reached out, cushioning his large hand behind her head.

"I don't think that's wise, you've been flung about five metres down the street. You need medical assistance. How are you even…" 

"Thor I'm fine, just dizzy. Help me stand please." Aria stopped him mid-sentence, desperate to get out of there before the ambulances arrived, not knowing how she was meant to explain how she was completely fine after being hit by a fast moving car and thrown at speed for quite a distance. The car alone should've broken bones and left her with internal bleeding and that's before she shattered onto the ground five metres down the street. She shouldn't even be alive, never mind perfectly capable of walking away unharmed.

Thor gave in and helped her to her feet, hooking his arms underneath hers and pulling her up gently. Aria's legs buckled when she stood but Thor was there to catch her and hold her steady, the bulk of him stood behind her as he waited for her to find her feet. 

Shaking loose from his grasp, squirming free, she turned to bolt but not before his thick fingers wrapped around her wrist. Aria's heart sank when she realised she wasn't getting away from his restraint, not then and maybe not ever. Thor wasn't about to lose her again, not after she was nearly taken from him for good.

The crowd of people that had gathered around to witness the miracle, the deception of logic, begin whispering between themselves. Sounds of astonishment filled the air at the spectacle before them. Thor pulled Aria against his chest, wrapping his arms around her back in an embrace. The warmth of his body was comforting for her,

the familiarity of his heartbeat thrumming against her ear. The sounds around them melting away as they held each other on the sidewalk, as they became lost in each other once more they heard the faint signs of cheering.

Aria let herself smile, she let herself be happy in the moment if for only a minute before the cheering and whistling was drowned out by the sound of approaching sirens. Thor noticed the visible panic on her face as she pulled back from him, searching the streets for a place to hide. 

If he knew anything after seeing that look in her eyes, that terrible look of fear in her emerald green, Doe eyes, he knew he would do absolutely anything to protect her. Thor knew it the first time he ever laid eyes on Aria, he would always do everything within his power to keep her safe.

Without a moment's hesitation he pulled Aria by the hand, taking her with him as he ran down the street. Glancing at her through his peripheral and taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her next to him, the feel of her fingers wrapped tightly around his hand as she gave her trust to him. The wind blowing through her shoulder length hair as they ran and realising that he hadn't needed to slow his pace so she could keep up. She was running at the exact same speed as him, running along side him effortlessly as they dodged the obstacles in their paths. Aria was just as agile, just as strong and with the exact same level of reflexes as Thor.

If Aria wasn't in a state of panic she would have enjoyed the feeling of running alongside Thor, to finally not have to hold back any longer. It was a big deal for her to put her trust in anybody let alone somebody she had just met but she didn't have much choice. She needed to get out of there and fast. 

They turned the corner together, down a narrower street lined with trash cans and through an even smaller alley.

With no where else to go, they stopped at the end of the alleyway, a metal gate blocking their way. Closed in with no where to escape but luckily no one to escape from. Thor leant one hand against the sturdy gate, studying Aria closely. Waiting with bated breath to see whether she would need to catch her breath, instead she looked up at him bright eyed, crinkling her nose in the cutest way. Then he heard the most glorious sound he has ever heard, like sweet music to his ears. 

Aria couldn't help herself, she looked up at the god of Thunder, a look of confusion etched on his chiselled face and she laughed. Not a cute little girly giggle either but a full belly laugh, holding on to her knees as she struggled to breath through it. The truth was, she hadn't felt that exhilarated in years, running away from danger usually wasn't so exciting for her but having a tall, strong, literal God by her side made her feel invincible. Cheating death also added to the thrill, to that untouchable feeling. She knew it wouldn't last long, it never does, but she would enjoy it while it lasted.

"Why are you laughing?" Thor couldn't hide the amusement in his voice from the warm feeling it gave him seeing Aria laugh.

"The look on… People's faces." She struggled to get out between laughing. Her pink cheeks turning red, her head feeling light from lack of air. "On your face." Her chest rattled as she finally started calming down.

"Yes, although it wasn't funny at the time, I can see why it would make you laugh." He leaned his body against the gate. The sound making Aria jump, goosebumps travelling up her arms as her ears pricked, the laughter dissipated. 

"Relax, it's just me." He soothed, taking note of how easily she startled. Not only eyes like a doe but the behaviour too. "So you're unbreakable, you have no trouble keeping up with my speed and your stamina almost matches mine. That's without even mentioning the feeling I get when I'm near you." 

The uneasy feeling came, as she knew it would. She was deluded to think she would automatically begin to trust. To forget about the way people had used and hurt her in the past. So much so that she'd built a giant wall, locked her heart up and thrown away the key. Luckily Thor had his own hammer to knock down that wall and nothing would stop him finding that key.

"So what are you saying Thor?" She didn't hide the annoyance in her voice. Resting her back against the brick wall and slumping down to the ground.

"I want to get to know you, to figure out why we're quite clearly connected in some way. I don't even know your name?" 

"My name is Aria and I don't know what I am. I've spent my lifetime trying to figure it out. And I don't know, ok?" Aria sniffs.

"It's ok, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you Aria. What about your parents?" 

"I don't know my parents, they probably realised what a freak I am and sent me away." 

"I can help you." Thor pushes back from the gate and slides himself down next to her. "We're similar. And you can not deny the connection we have." He nudges her with his elbow, willing her to look at him just as the sound of footfall echoed down the alley towards them. They both turned their heads at the same time, in the direction of the noise. The footsteps drawing closer.

[boop-le-snoot]

Doll Parts | tony stark x reader

i love him so much it just turns to hate // he only loves those things because he loves to see them break // and someday you will ache like i ache // Hole - Doll Parts

all hurt comfort. angst. no happy ending. big sad. tony could have been like this, you know. he was like this to pepper at some point. i don't know why i am like this today. rated M for themes of (implied) addiction & cheating and non-explicit mentions of intimacy. word count: 3,3k

It wasn't as if she was blind or dumb. She saw the way he treated everyone around him; whenever a single person got too close he'd push them away, consciously or not. The man loved pushing everybody's buttons as if he was playing Galaga for a living; rapidly, mercilessly, with intent. Tony Stark was not a man to whom a person would give their heart willingly.

It was her own fault she went and gave hers away, to him, of all people. And sometimes, it did feel like he loved her, in his own way. Tony would shower her with gifts and affection, cling to her whenever he wasn't away on SI business, and God, the sex was out of this world. Sometimes, she felt as if she would suddenly burst into a blinding flash of light, scalding and deafening, that would sprout from the invisible wounds his fingers left on her skin. Like fine china, she cracked little by little under his steady, tender hands.

The first time he'd ended their short, by average standards, but long - by his, relationship, it didn't come as a surprise. She had never held illusions on ensnaring the world's most notorious playboy. Younger and less jaded, she amicably agreed to get her things that very same day, blocked his number and left for an overdue vacation in the tropics. Being able to browse the gossip sites speculating on their lack of public appearances whilst sipping a Strawberry Daiquiri was a much better alternative to spending her nights holed up in rainy Manhattan, having to answer numerous "I told you so" calls from friends and relatives.

Maybe, three daiquiris should've been enough. But she'd quit smoking because he said the smell bothered him and she- well, she could do anything she wanted now. Being alone and not dating a very public figure definitely had way more perks than she previously had taken for granted in her much less exposed life. That's how the heartache began to recede: it was hard to mope when fun was calling for you by your name.

Some of Tony's character traits had migrated onto her. Which wasn't bad per se, she had been told she could use to loosen up. Her friends rejoiced in the newfound adventurousness, never missing an opportunity to go out, throw a party, go on a clubbing spree. She was game and she was enjoying it. Dolled up and eyes sparkling, the newfound confidence radiated off her like a beacon, attracting just about every single like-minded person in a five mile radius.

Tony's champagne he had sent to their table meant nothing. Her friends laughed and giggled and asked her all about the juicy details about the billionaire; as much as she searched the rowdy crowd for a familiar pair of baby doe browns, they weren't anywhere within sight. So she went back to talking and smiled as bright as the strobe lights, throwing down a whiskey shot to water the burning ache in her chest.

She found him on the dancefloor. Seconds after she stepped her foot into the mass of grinding bodies Tony was there, an equally happy and intoxicated smile on his face and arms wide open, as if they hadn't parted ways at all. She wanted to be angry with him, she really did, she wanted to snide his frivolity and the possessive way that he had the audacity to treat her.

His eyes, they were her untold weakness. She hadn't seen him so happy in months. Just once, she agreed, she'd let it slide. And so they danced, bodies accustomed to each other in the way that seemed to be impossible for her to achieve with anyone since the day that she left Tony Stark.

A splitting headache and a cold, empty bed greeted her the next morning. Thankfully, her clothes were laying haphazardly on the floor of the bedroom - the bed that was not his own but, rather, as she assumed, one of the many guest rooms in his tower.

Not the one to usually harbour shame of her very human needs, she felt like a cheap whore when she got dressed and grabbed her purse, making a beeline for the door to the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, she was greeted with a woman in a professional suit - tall, strawberry blonde and as cold as the Arctic, beautiful in the Vogue-magazine, unattainable way.

"Good morning," The woman spoke in a pleasant tone.

She wanted to retch from the false cheerfulness. "Good morning, ma'am. I was just leaving," Refusing to bow to her own shame, she flashed an equally cheerful grin towards the blonde.

"I'm Mr. Stark's personal assistant, my name is Pepper Potts," They briefly shook hands, neither of them wanting to touch the other longer than it was necessary. "There is a car waiting for you downstairs. Be sure to take the left exit."

Internally fuming, she smiled slightly wider, seeing no need to introduce herself or prolong the awkward interaction longer than necessary. "Thank you, Ms. Potts, that will not be necessary. I have arranged my own ride. Have a nice day, ma'am," With that, she pressed the button once again, entering the elevator with the expression of polite contentment glued to her face like a persistent piece of dog shit she couldn't shake off the bottom of her shoe.

Ms. Potts' façade slipped slightly - she must've been new - as the blonde ran a sharply observant look over the woman in the elevator, pulling out her phone as soon as the elevator door was halfway closed. That was quickly forgotten, her head growing clearer with each second it was pressed against the cold window of the cab she'd called on the way downstairs.

It was a mistake, a perfectly human accident that happened to the best of them. Only it left a bitter residue somewhere south of her ribcage, something acrid and viscous that even alcohol couldn't melt. The more she drank, the thicker that ball of rolled up frustration became, bleeding into her work, her relationships with her friends. It was tiresome to keep craving something so far out of her reach.

The exhaustion grew day by day, until her chest felt constricted for most part of the day and all the oxygen in the whole wide world wasn't enough. Her heartache was saved, strangely enough, by aliens - they rained down on New York city like frogs during the Plague in the book of Exodus; as if God himself was angry at the state of affairs of his favourite pet earthlings. For a time, she couldn't afford to worry about her broken heart and focused on the dilapidated city, landing her resources and skills whenever, whenever she could.

Late at night, exhausted and drained, she allowed herself to flick through the news, eagerly soaking up the new details that seemed to pop up every other day. Aliens were real, Thor was one, Captain America was alive and her ex-boyfriend was now a member of the merry band of misfit superheroes.

She had never taken his hero sidegig too seriously. Tony had some good in him, he wasn't the attention-demanding supervillain-waiting-to-happen, but neither he was hero material. The Tony she knew was akin to a hyperintelligent kid left without supervision. Consequences were a slight setback, not a surefire deterrent for this man.

Her building remained mostly intact - some cosmetic damages that were repaired quickly and did not concern her apartment at all - so she stayed in the same place, much to everyone's dismay. A good chunk of her friends had moved away from NYC as soon as they could - not that she blamed them - but the calls of her family, consisting of begging and nagging her to move states, were beginning to climb over the annoying line very quickly. More often than not, she ignored all calls that weren't from her friends or work.

It shouldn't have surprised her that Tony showed up on her balcony one night - but the shriek that left her was utterly involuntary. His armored suit was noisy and clunky, just like was expected from a huge chunk of metal. Tony's face was a ghost of the man she used to know: he was pale, the bags under his eyes were fit to carry groceries in and he'd lost more than a few pounds around his middle.

Not that she had a glow-up. Work hours were long, volunteer work was by far more exhausting and emotionally draining. With her support system scattered across the country and free hours few and in-between, she'd acquired a shrink. Nightmares went away and the sluggishness, too, thanks to a couple of convenient prescriptions. It seemed like the professionals were as clueless as any in dealing with the aftermath of an alien invasion.

"You weren't returning my calls," Tony stated in the way of hello. It was so like him, to be skipping the pleasantries and glossing over the details.

"I have your number blocked," She replied unkindly, raising an eyebrow as the suit retracted and the man, wearing worn jeans and an oil-stained tee, stepped into the twilight of her home without an invitation.

"I wanted to make sure you are alive and your home is being rebuilt in case it was demolished. Stark foundation is shouldering most of the expenses," He offered in the way of explanation, beelining for the nice whiskey she kept in a tumbler in the living room.

The snort escaped her lips before she could help it; brain chronically overtired but medicated; Adderall and weariness. He was never a good liar, only a good faker. "Why are you here, Tony?" All of it: the damages, the casualties, all of it was public record, accessible 24/7. All he had to do was open Google.

He turned around, scanning her head-to-toe, in that not-quite-convinced way. "Just wanted to see if you're okay," He tried for nonchalant but his eyes were haunted. The whiskey glass he was holding empty in seconds.

She walked up to him, staying at an arm's distance from the man, before doing a slow, sarcastic twirl. "I'm fine. Not a scratch. Was in Staten Island that day."

He nodded, not at all convinced. "Good," Before slamming the glass down with such force, she was afraid the countertop now sported a rounded indent. Fingers twitching, he pulled the woman into himself before she could utter a peep, smashing their lips together without any grace, paying no attention to the way she froze as still as a statue. "God, I missed you. Couldn't bear the thought of you dying..." He mumbled in between harshly biting the plump of her bottom lip and steering the kiss towards his wishes, hand tangled in the hair on the back of her head.

He tasted like whiskey and desperation.

She couldn't not give in. She'd felt the same way when she watched his red and gold armor fly into that wormhole, missile in tow. She'd felt the same despair clawing at her ribcage when his lifeless body flew back from it before being caught by the rabid green monstrosity.

It wasn't graceful and it wasn't pretty; feeling like a monster herself, she responded the same way he did. She shredded his clothes, she clawed his back, leaving wet crimson streaks in the wake of her nails and whispered the ugliest, nastiest truths she had denied herself for so long. He left with the promise to stay in contact and for once, he did.

Nothing was the same. Tony was far from the careless, extravagant billionaire he used to be. These days he was a cynical, analytical asshole that one-upped people even before he had a real need to do so. Both of them had changed, really. She was not the tender uptown girl either.

The nights with him were rare and long; the nights alone with her work were recurrent and longer. The tower stood out on the NYC skyline like a sore thumb, beckoning with the unattainable snipe hunt of having something stable with the world's #1 superhero, Tony Stark. Each time they met, she felt almost as dirty as the time she stood in the elevator under the scrutiny of Pepper Potts.

Even if he didn't outright hide her. She'd ran into Black Widow and Clint Barton once or twice, each of them casting a glance at her Special Visitor badge before muttering niceties and moving on with their day. It was only slightly better with the Captain: he got in the elevator two floors below Tony's penthouse at 8 AM in the morning, just as she was leaving for work - dressed in a sharp pantsuit that was not-quite on Pepper's level. The soldier must've assumed she was a high-rank employee or a friend, the tips of his cheeks blushing as he spoke a quiet: "Good morning, ma'am," In that semi-formal tone of his.

Seeing a grown man get so flustered was quite adorable. "Good morning, Captain Rogers, sir," She replied in a matching tone, humoring him.

The elevator stopped suddenly and a few employees got in, staring openly at the national icon, who had his eyebrows slanted in confusion. The woman shared his sentiment: it was Tony's private elevator. She guessed all the other ones were too full in the mornings so the tower's AI put the underused one to work.

Or, at least, that's what she tried to convince herself of anyway. It wouldn't be past Tony to get jealous over something as trivial as sharing an elevator car with Captain America.

The plateau of normalcy didn't last long. Just as she was opening her third bottle of wine for the night, laptop open on the kitchen counter and proudly displaying "Tony Stark and Pepper Potts - America's newest power couple?" article, she realised he was a coward, too. Slowly but surely, he had ghosted her, not even bothering with an explanation of his sudden unavailability, the several dates missed and even more postponed indefinitely.

They were never going to be a normal couple. She had made her peace with that, ugly and depressing - but it was real. She thought what they had was real. She finally had admitted to herself that she loved him, loved an impossible man, loved to the bottom of Hell and pitfire. The fireworks under her skin had never fully gone away, she realised as more and more ugly sobs broke from her chapped lips.

She blocked his number again and bought herself a new one, deleting the "Tony Stark" contact for good. There was more than enough work to do and the time to feel sorry for herself was sparse. And if she picked up a habit to make sure the time working was spent with proper efficiency, without soaking documents in saltwater that her eyes seemed to overproduce those days? It wasn't a big deal. She needed to get back on her feet somehow, without being dragged by a man who wasn't even present to actively be ruining her life anymore.

If anything, she thought she should feel grateful. The blinding light, the stars that exploded and shone inside her only for Tony, became something poisonous and vile. It wasn't the bitter taste of regret; rather, she felt a flash of ravenous, burning anger every time his name or his face popped up in a press article within her eyesight. Love and hate weren't that different when it came to the intensity: she basked in those newfound feelings, taking care to pick apart and neatly sort each of his perceived flaws on a cute little shelf in her overtaxed brain and fatigued heart.

It wasn't healthy. A convenient escape for the summer; a cabin far, far away from the busy New York city - she took up the offer and relocated there, being content with working remotely, drinking strawberry mimosas by the lakeside. Day by day, the clarity of her mind returned, lulled into a false sense of security by the tranquil trees slowly swaying in the breeze and wide ripples in the water.

Tony seemed to be enjoying bringing chaos into her life and making her miserable. The quinjet landed right on the neatly manicured lawn in front of the cabin, several obviously exhausted and wounded superheroes dismounting the vehicle, Tony looking sheepish but determined in the lead.

She wasn't completely unaware of the rest of the world and knew of the fiasco the Avengers recently had. Was it the half-dead, limping Widow or the baby blues of the Captain, she couldn't tell, but the woman ushered them into her house, gathering the tools needed for first aid with haste. Fate wasn't looking to give her a break.

As soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen, alone, Tony was there, looking much like that time on the balcony, baby doe browns turned up to eleven and a groveling speech prepared on demand. He'd noticed her weight loss and the ashen tone of her skin, the prominent veins and the bags under her eyes. She was as obvious as a brick to the face with her vices.

She slapped him. He winced, but stayed quiet, preparing himself for the storm - and storm him she did, keeping quiet enough for most of the team to be able to tactfully ignore the scolding Tony was getting. "I despise, you, Stark. You're a coward. Do not dare to set foot in my house ever again."

Needless to say, the superheroes departed shortly after Natasha's injuries were stabilised and frowning, disappointed Thor and Steve (they'd asked her to address them by their first names) bashfully apologized for their sudden intrusion and any discomfort they might have caused. She smiled at Steve, wide and big; refusing to admit it was done just to spite Tony, she joked and blushed in response to the Captain.

Tony did not attempt to contact her again. For some time, she lived in fear - irrational one at that - he'd appear and wreck her life one more, final time, before admiring the destruction and leaving her a steaming pile of ashes on the floor. But seasons passed and all of it faded, like a vivid, terrible nightmare.

Piece by piece, her life was getting put back together. His name stopped invoking a swarm of feelings she needed to drown just to stay afloat; there were news regarding him, another violent altercation, and she simply flicked the TV back to adult swim. New friends and new hobbies were being made; the fine cracks made by his agile fingers were being filled with the gold of newer, better discoveries.

There was always something going on in the superhero world and finally one of the topics reached her line of work: mutant rights. She'd never stopped being a volunteer after that NYC invasion, making new connections in a domain previously unexplored, it paid off in spades regarding her career growth. The connections were vital to be able to climb the corporate ladder successfully.

Stark showed up at her door three days after half of his merry band of misfits were pronounced fugitives. This time, she expected it. She knew better than to expect him to assume responsibility by himself - a quick Google search and his relationship status was listed as once again single - the Virginia Potts she knew would not have let anything like that happen. Stark was on his own.

"They betrayed me," He'd said, from behind the door she had cracked open a few inches, to make him know he wasn't welcome in her home.

"I think you know now, how I felt then," She didn't falter, ignoring the way his still freshly-bruised face darkened. "As far as I am concerned, you deserve it. Goodbye, Tony." She shut the door without waiting for his response, hearing his footsteps slowly back away as she made herself another coffee.

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Well um 💀 yeah. I'll go and attempt to scavenge some serotonin somewhere now. Thanks for reading! 💖✨

[eddies-weirdo]

Not Your Loki (pt3)

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Summary: After what feels like a million years of jumping through timelines, you finally think you found the one with your Loki. Unfortunately the Loki you find isn't yours and has been heartbroken and defeated by another. Do you still help him?

Warning: cursing, mention of death, sadness, grief

Loki quizzically looks across the table at you after you pause the reel. "Why did you pause it?" "The only things left are some memories I'd rather not revisit at the moment" you explain. You look through your bag for your notebook and tempad to start figuring where you need to jump to next. "Ok so if I'm going to help I need you to tell me what happened. Did she kill him? The man who remained?"

"You didn't show me the rest" he says with a smirk "so I'm not going to work with you". Is he really doing this you think as you pinch the bridge of your nose, is he really doing this now. "I said no and that means no Loki Laufeyson".

"But that -"

"No."

"How am I-"

"No."

"How do you expect -"

"I SAID NO LOKI, END OF DISCUSSION."

You look up realizing you let your anger get the better of you, "I'm sorry Loki I didn't mean to raise my voice I -". His face is a mix of surprise and worry. "I didn't think you had that in you." "I - I'll be right back" you say as you walk outside the interrogation room. Walking across the hall you stand with you head against the wall. Why did I do that, why, I haven't seen him in decades I- he's not even my Loki why am I worried. Oh Norns what have I done, now I'll never be able to -

Loki watches you leave and waits for the door to close behind you before moving from his chair. He goes to your side of the table to look over the notes you've written down from over the past few weeks of jumping. "Interesting, she somehow knows everywhere I've been". He sees the doodles of the variants you've met, people you've helped, recipies you've been given, and the friends you've made along the way. "She's really been on her own adventure all this time? For me?". He looks over at the orange round computer, double checks that you haven't walked back in yet, then presses play.

The projection picks up during the confrontation with Thanos. Instead of just him and Thor however, you're there as well in beautifully made leather armor similar to his. Instead of green though you had chosen a dark gray leather. He watches as he sees himself freeze with a dagger pointed at Thanos. He then sees you running at Thanos with a sword you'd picked up from a guard. "NO" he hears you yell. Thanos laughs and looks back to Loki, "Yours I assume? She'll make a fine trophy". He sees the fire in your eyes as you put everything you have into attacking Thanos, but it wasn't enough. He sees Thanos freeze you as well. "Leave her out of this" he hears himself say "let her go!" He then hears the same crack from before, and sees his lifeless body fall to the ground. "No resurrection this time" he hears the mad giant say. He then sees you somehow break from the giant's spell with a great scream "NOW IT'S YOUR TURN" and attack with everything you have but the giant tosses you aside like you're nothing. He sees the giant leave, while you and Thor weep over his broken body. He sees you trying to carry him out, "No we must leave him y/n, we have to save ourselves" you hear Thor say. The look you'd given Thor was enough to silence him and help you. The scene then switches to a funeral. Thor is placing a simple marker on a hillside in new Asgard, the rest of the remaining Avengers surrounding him. Loki sees that your eyes are red and puffy with grief, and your skin hollowed by lack of sleep and sunlight. Nat is holding your hand tightly for support while you look on ahead, with no tears left to cry. Then the reel ends suddenly.

He catches tears falling on his own face, when he jumps at the noise of you speaking behind him after you silently reentered the room. "A part of me died along side you that day" you say "and I don't think I'll ever be able to get it back." Tears are falling from your eyes as well. Keeping eye contact with him, you continue. "I broke the sky and tore apart the stars to try and find you. I couldn't and still can't accept that this was your end ... our end". You wipe your face with your sleeve. "Do you believe me now when I say I want to help you? You big dummy." Suddenly Loki comes up to you and gives you a tight hug. Holding you he says, "I hope this is ok". You place your face on his chest and he lets you cry it out. "I'm beginning to see why I chose you as my wife" he chuckles. You take a step back so as to not over step his boundaries. "Well you did tell me you liked my cynicism for some reason" you say as you both pull it together. You unhook the reel and show him the end of the film you had clipped off. "This is my way of reminding myself that I'm making my own future now, I thought my Loki would have found it poetic or something" you say while putting the reel back into the canister. He chuckles sarcastically "Oh extremely my dear".

You both sit down as you pull out the maps you've made and the rest of your notes on how you've found jumping time to work. You roll up your sleeves "ok, ready to find your Sylvie?" He nods, "As long as you're ready to keep looking for your Loki".

Thanks for reading! Should I make this into a series?

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Take A Chance - Beauty and The Beast AU - Sam Wilson X Bucky Barnes

Title: Take A Chance

Chapter 1

Sam Wilson X Bucky Barnes

Additional Characters: Steve, Tony, Pepper, John Walker, Lemar Hoskins, Vision, Wanda, Loki, Thor, Morgan, and Redwing

WC: 1,889

Warnings: John Walker and wolves

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.  And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.  Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

Sam took in a deep breath before sighing, today was a beautiful day in New Yorkshire. The sky was clear of any clouds, birds were singing, and children cheered and played tag in the nearby woods. Sam loved days like this, where everything seemed right with the world. Today, he was going to visit his favorite book store. He had been coming there for years now. It was always nice to go there, because it made him feel as if he had a home away from home.

The book store was small but cozy, and filled with all sorts of books. This place was amazing! Sam could spend hours looking through these books. His eyes would sparkle when he saw something new, and he'd want to read it immediately. But, he knew better than to do so. The book store didn't have many books, so he'd end up reading some books three or four times over.

Opening the book store door, the book shop owner turned around. When seeing Sam, his smile widened.

"Ah, Sam!" He called out, climbing down his ladder.

"Good morning. I've come to return the book I borrowed." Sam spoke, handing the book back to the bookstore owner.

The book store owner's name was Vision. He loved books, ever since he was young. Books had always given him a purpose in life, rather than going into the same profession as his father. Vision was sweet, kind, and an absolute gentleman, and believe it or not, he had a knack for art.

Vision put the book back on the shelf. "Finished already?" 

Sam smiled with a nod, before climbing on the ladder Vision was once on. 

"Oh, I couldn't put it down. Have anything new?" He asked, and Vision laughed.

"Not since yesterday." 

Sam shrugged, before picking up a book. "Then, I'll just borrow... This one." He spoke, stepping down the ladder.

"You've read that one twice." Vision spoke, a small frown on his face.

"Well, it's my favorite. Far off places, sword fights, evil spells, a prince in disguise. So much excitement that you just don't see in this small town." Sam spoke and Vision nodded.

"I can see why. I haven't seen such things here either. I hope you can find some excitement, Sam. Even if it is in this book." Vision said, smiling at him.

"Thank you. You're very kind."

As Sam left the bookstore, he thought about how nice Vision was. He was never rude to anyone, even when they were rude to him, or even if they returned their books late. 

Just up the street stood John Walker, with his friend, Lemar Hoskins. John just shot a duck out of the sky, landing on the hard, cobble ground in a soft 'thump.' 

"Wow, You didn't even miss, John. You are the best hunter in the world!" Lemar spoke, after grabbing the dead duck and shoving it in a bag. 

John grinned, running a hand through his blond hair. "I know." 

"No beast alive stands a chance against you... And no person could either." 

John smirked, adjusting his coat jacket lapels, "That is very true, Lemar, and I've got my sights set on that one!" He spoke, pointing across the way to Sam.

"The inventor's nephew?" Lemar asked, eyes wide in surprise.

"He's the one! The lucky man I'm going to marry." He spoke with determination.

"But, he's-"

"The most beautiful man in town, aside from me of course." John cut him off, rolling his tongue against the top of his teeth.

"I know-" Lemar spoke, but John interrupted him again.

"And that makes him the best. And don't I deserve the best?" John asked, gritting his teeth, looking at his friend with a threatening glare.

Lemar gulped and nodded, "Well of course, I mean you do, but I mean..."

With a strong swagger to his walk, John walked past the townspeople and straight to Sam, who was reading his book. 

"Hello, Sam." John spoke with his deep voice and charming smirk.

"Hello, John." Sam spoke, not even looking up at the man, continuing to read his book.

John sighed annoyed and grabbed Sam's book from him, opening it up and looking at it confused and with exhaustion.

"What is this? A romantic fantasy book?" He asked, holding the book in front of Sam.

"Yes, it's a romantic fantasy book." Sam answered, giving John a glare, crossing his arms.

"Give me back my book, John." Sam spoke up, trying to reach for it.

John chuckled, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Sam. Not until you agree to marry me." He spoke, continuing to slip through the book pages.

"I am not marrying you, John."

John pretended to ignore Sam before frowning at the book. "How can you even read this? It's so boring!" He spoke, closing the book.

"Well, not everyone has the same taste as you." Sam spoke with a sigh, watching as John tossed his book in a nearby puddle of mud.

"I'm one to like a little romance, Sam." John spoke, making his way towards Sam.

"I doubt your definition of romance is the same as mine." Sam spoke, picking up his book and wiping the mud off with his coat.

"What's that supposed to mean?" John asked, narrowing his eyes at Sam.

"It means you think romance is a person who would tend to your every wish and demand. I'm not that type of person." Sam spoke, taking a step back from John.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go home and help my uncle." Sam spoke before running back to his house where he and his uncle resided.

Back at the house, Sam went down in the basement. There, he found his uncle, Tony, working on an invention.

"Hey, Uncle Tony. How are you doing?" Sam asked, walking over to him.

Tony looked up, "Hi, Sam. I am just about finished with this next invention." He spoke, turning the wrench in his hands.

"Really? That's great! What will it do?" Sam asked, excitedly.

"Well, it should help with chopping wood."

Finishing up, Tony turned it on, and it began to cut wood on the conveyor belt. Sam smiled with joy as Tony fistbumped the air in victory.

"I'm going to win first prize at the fair tomorrow for sure. I just know it." Tony spoke and Sam nodded.

"You will." Sam agreed.

"And I'll become the world's most famous inventor!"

Sighing with a smile, Sam shook his head.

"I believe that." Sam agreed.

Sitting down on the small stools around the small basement, Tony spoke up. "So, how was your walk through town today? Talk to anyone?" Tony asked and Sam sighed with a small frown.

"Only that jerk, John." He humphed, crossing his arms.

"John? Handsome guy." Tony spoke, causing Sam to stand in frustration.

"Handsome, but rude and an absolute idiot."

"That's too bad. Well, maybe you'll meet someone else soon." Tony said, smiling.

Sam frowned, "I doubt it."

"Why? Why don't you think so?" Tony asked with a frown, to which Sam only shrugged.

"I'm not like other people, Uncle. I'm weird. I like to read, take runs early in the morning. Not to mention I am at the age to marry and yet no one in this small town is the right person for me." He spoke and Tony nodded, understanding.

"You are weird, but I am weird too." Tony spoke, smiling.

Sam blinked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I love to invent things, I am weird because of that. No one understands that aspect of my life. They think I am crazy." Tony spoke and Sam nodded.

"I understand."

Later in the day, Sam helped Tony set up the wagon to Redwing, Sam's mighty steed, making sure Tony's new invention was hooked up tight.

After the wagon was ready, Tony climbed into it, and started heading towards the fairgrounds. Sam waved goodbye, before heading back to the house.

***

It had been a couple hours, the sun had set and a heavy snow storm had settled it. The snow made it hard to see the road ahead of them, both blinding the uncle and the horse. 

"We should be there by now. Did we miss a turn?" He asked Redwing, who neighed in response.

Tony lifted his lantern, illuminating a sign, giving directions to Jersenville and Vermontington. 

"Let's try this way." He spoke, turning his lantern. 

Redwing looked right, to an overgrown and snowy path, then left, towards a more inviting path, which already had wheel impressions in the snow. Tony nudged the reins, forcing Redwing to go right. Redwing huffed and Tony sighed, slightly out of frustration.

"Come on, Redwing! It's got to be a shortcut." 

Trudging through the snow, Wolves howl in the distance causing Tony and Redwing to freeze.

"Redwing, we must have gone the wrong way." He whispered, pausing when Redwing froze, eyeing a wolf in front of them. 

It growled deeply before coming towards them, standing back on his hind legs, Redwing neighed, kicking the wolf away, causing Tony to fall off the wagon. Once on the ground, Tony looked up, seeing wolves growling at him. Standing up quickly, Tony ran away as fast as he could, being chased by the wolves as he did. Stumbling down a hill, Tony saw the gates of a huge, dark castle. He grabbed the gate and shook it open, quickly running inside and closing it. The wolves hit up against the gate, barking and snarling at Tony, causing him to step away in fear. At least he was safe. For now.

Slowly, Tony walked up the castle steps, knocking on the two great big wooden doors. The doors opened, creaking as they did so. Cautiously, Tony entered, brushing off the snow on his coat shoulders.