#heheheh x loki time?

[that-sokovian-bastard]

(editing old fanfic) I made it to my valkyrie Y/N fic from a few years ago and I realized yeah I still wanna do another valkryie yn bc the version i posted was Very different from the original idea

[11queensupreme11]

Me: I'm going to read Arsenic blues, wishing to see what the queen has to us ❤️

After reading the note: The fuck!?

Can't believe people are really stealing your job and asking why they haven't the right to it. People are crazier every time I check is half concerning and half amazing how their brains work

Have to be nice, living in that fantasy world for free and without Isekai yourself.

Be for real and growth. Write your own stuff and don't come here asking yourself why the author is mad when you literally just committed a CRIME

Anyway, great character as always queen! ❤️

It is amazing how Loki has one type, defender of rights only person here that knows about human rights and thinks they deserve it.

Loki's the "fuck around and found what happens" god and is always hurting him but he can't scape the consequences of his own actions

Dumb bitch, you're lucky you're hot

Baldur was the first to say: they deserve to live cause you created them and if they're bad it is because you all are worse, maybe if you all learn a minimum of moral they would be better ❤️

I love him, Loki really didn't deserve him, he doesn't deserve Percy either but Baldur is... *Chef kiss*

He was the first, if you know what I'm saying, it is even wonderful how a person (god) can be so kind without knowing what it really is. It is hard to be kind, but without an example!?

Made him the god of humanity and sent him far away from Loki's (too late)

Loki: what's wrong here? Him or me?

Me: You have one chance, and hint, it isn't Baldur you asshole

(That hint of karma. Poseidon is going to lose his daughter, one as loved as Baldur and it's just his fault cause he doesn't have a heart. Love that for him. I love him but I also love the drama)

(Maybe we're more like the gods that we like to think I guess)

Thinking about it, maybe Percy being too gremlin with him IS a good thing.

No matter what, that side of her, the way she's always ready to fight but also being ready to relax with him is his... Well, Loki is always on the edge, but her giving so much kindness to him is also pushing him away.

She chooses to spend time with him and genuinely enjoy that time when he isn't tricking her (to the surprise of EVERYONE including him)

(Percy, being too kind is one thing)

At least he's learning that maybe killing and hurting your loved ones isn't the best decision.

Took him millennials but progress is progress

For now, act 4 is going to give him a ticket express to that fall to madness

Beelzebub...

Well, his trauma is stopping him right now, but I trust him to find a way, it's the smartest one so I'm going to wait before saying something

(For once, the author's favorite is one of my favorites)

(Just laughed cause that is karma right there, you were the one always making the deals with bad ends, now is your turn babygirl. Still rooting for you king ❤️)

Thanks for the chapter Queen and remember, a alive Nico is the best kind of Nico ❤️

bro omg that plagiarizer was weird af. did you see the old ask asking for permission to make an hp x pjo x ror fic inspired by mine? THAT TURNED OUT TO BE THEM. they made a third wattpad account sfahdvbjhv 😭😭😭

i made another chapter calling them out on wattpad and they deleted the books and fucked off (they'll probably be back with a fourth account 💀) but yeah, that's just weird behavior fr 😭

and also.... the thing i wrote about poseidon getting karma? yeah, that's a big ass hint for the future HEHEHEHE

and yesss percy actually does enjoy loki's company most of the times, he just ruins it by... you know, being an asshole to her sometimes, but other than that, she likes hanging out with him! she actually considers him as a friend (but beelie is her #1 bestie in the ror verse LMAO)

[smolvenger]

Time for Carrie's Birthday Celebration Starting 01/07 and going on until 01/12!

Helloooooo friends! My birthday is January 10th (turning 29), so I thought we could do a little thing! Let's do a *drumroll* BIRTHDAY CELERATION SLEEPOVERRRRR!

A fun little light hearted thing!

Tell me about or send me these emojis for...

something you’re looking forward to!! 👀

about what you’re reading/watching 📖

your pet(s) <3 🐶🐱🐰🐹

your go to shoes/jacket/accessories 👟

ANYTHING!! 🕸

songs (rn or all time) 🎵

comfort film, show, or read (+ favorite scene) 🧸

animal (+ when’s the last time you saw one) 🐢

bad joke or reference (+ if you say it often) 🙊

FMK! 🍑🔪make me pick and I'l do the same for you

would you rather?

never have i ever… 🖐

MASH 🏡

confessions: 💭

Or ship me with someone or a character (if it ever gets to our boy, Loki, pick a specific era) and I'll ship one with YOU

I am also opening BLURBS based on several of these blorbos so give me a character or person and I will write a blurb based off of Fanfic/Book Tropes!

Characters I am willing to write for:

Loki (ofc)

President Loki

Jonathan Pine

Robert Laing

James Conrad

Prince Hal/Henry V

Sir Thomas Sharpe

Caius Martius Coriolanus

William Buxton

Professor! Tom Hiddleston

So pick one and one of the following BookTok/Fanfic tropes:

"Who did this to you?"

"My wife"

"Touch her and you die"

AU: Modern, Tudor, Regency/Austen/Bridgerton, anything

Arranged Marriage

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

He falls first

First Date

Proposal

Wedding

First Baby

Love Confession

Meet Cute

Forced Proximity

And There Was One Bed!

Grumpy x Sunshine

With any of these, if you want, you CAN request the blurb be on the spicy side and I will oblige, heheheh

I don't know what my birthday will bring and I don't want to feel lonely or the pain of not accomplishing enough and getting older so let's make this a fun one!

@asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr @loz-3 @liminalpebble

Masterlist for my works can be found here.

[jinkicake]

Hiii! I’m the anon who request for more inappropriate affairs! Thank you for the part 2 omg 😍😍 may I be greedy and ask also for childe and HEIZOU?

Thank youuuu

-loki

YES!!!!!! heheh this is my first time writing for Heizou and I don’t really know him that well soooo I hope he is alright!!!!! ((I also had to include Beidou too bc shes so sexy like-))

Inappropriate places they like to fuck you.

Beidou, Childe, Heizou x Reader

A/N: Childe refers to the reader as 'girlie' once bc.... it’s cute  :-) enjoy a beidou bonus!!! i kinda wanna continue hers and write more for it heheheh hate fucking w beidou is soooooooooo *heart eyes* anywayyy i hope you enjoy this~ T.T

WC - around 2k 

SMUTT // NSFW (reader w a pussy)

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Childe

“You want to fuck me like this?!” You stare at Childe as if he has grown two heads. It is hard to tell what he is thinking beneath his red mask, you can’t see his face or read into his eyes. The only thing you can focus on is the bright gleam of the pearl-like object resting in the middle of the heavy covering. 

“Please, baby, you gotta let me,” Despite being in his foul legacy attire, you can still hear the desperation in his rough voice. His body is now much bigger than before and the burn of his wide hips stretching your thighs apart makes you hiss. 

“Aren’t you hurt?” First and foremost before settling his needs, you want to make sure that your harbinger is okay. You know how draining using a delusion can be and you always get incredibly upset with Childe whenever he uses it. “I should punish you for even transforming into this, what were you thinking?”

“Mhm, I don’t know,” He whines as he focuses on grinding his aching cock against your core instead of focusing on your words. 

“Childe, you know I don’t like it when you use that shit!” Your attempts are scolding him are useless, he isn’t paying any attention. Childe pants in your ears, his voice is much now deeper and makes the puffs of air sound like growls. The vibration causes you to shiver. “I-I don’t get why you keep using it,” It’s becoming harder and harder to focus as his large hands run along your sides, squeezing and fondling your soft skin as he ruts into you. 

“Let me fuck you, baby, please,” His guttural begs make your thighs spread on their own and you give into him with a second thought. Right now, you start to think you need him just as badly as he needs you. 

In the past, you never understood why Childe would come to you after he has intense training or a sparing session that leaves him grinning for days. 

Now, you’re starting to get it as he rips your clothes off with his brute strength. It’s the adrenaline rush, you can feel your blood pumping through your veins as your heart beats loudly in your ears. You’ll have to start coming to more of his training session if it means you’re going to get fucked by him so roughly every time. Getting fucked in a cave is a first for you but, you’re so going to enjoy it. 

You need the way he manhandles you, how he fucks his incredibly large cock into your cunt without so much of a second thought. Childe is too desperate to care right now, all he can think about is cumming and stuffing you full until he transforms back into his usual body. 

“Take it,” He demands, voice still heavy and robotic. You pull at his pushed-back hair, tugging the strands roughly as his cock rams into you. The brute strength of it all causes your entire body to jolt with each thrust, without Childe’s hold, you’re sure you’d be flying into the side of the cave. “you can do it, girlie.” His spit drips under his mask as he messily slobbers on your neck, strangled gasps and groans leaving his lips. “Make me cum, please,”

You never thought anything could be hotter than Childe begging until you had his much larger build begging for you. Your thighs tighten as you voluntarily clench down on his thick cock, making it harder and harder for Childe to move. The poor man stutters in his movements and his hips falter under your touch. His thrusts begin to slow down as he focuses on your tight cunt. 

“Baby,” He whines, panting loudly as the noise bounces off the walls of the cave. “I’m gonna cum-” His balls feel impossibly tight and his abdomen clenches under the pressure of your pulsating heat. “oh, fuck me-”

Shikanoin Heizou 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” Disappointment rests deep in your heart as you stare at Heizou on the other side of your door. You want to slam the wood in his face and retreat back into your bedroom to hide. His absence isn’t his fault, you know that but, still, you can’t help but feel hurt. 

His job as the number one detective is always his first priority, even before you, it’s just something you have to come to live with. 

“This latest case has taken up your life. Why are you even here?” You hold onto hope that he is here for you, to see you because he missed you. Heizou mulls over his words, shoving his fists deep into his pockets as he stares at the ground in thought. Finally, you can breathe when he looks up at you. 

“I’m here because of the case,” He declares, eyes serious as he pins you in place with his vision. 

“What are you talking about?” No matter how hard you struggle against his grip, you can’t seem to break free against the powerful air. “You think I had something to do with the missing documents?!” Heizou doesn’t look phased and merely wraps his arms around your waist before hoisting you over his shoulder. 

“Let me down, Heizou!” You squirm and struggle with all your might but he doesn’t listen, his grip on you doesn’t loosen in the least. 

“This has to be a joke, right?!” The interrogation room of the Tenryou Commission is as cold as you imagined it to be. It’s a blank wooden room that resembles a cell in its own sort of way. You’ve been in here alone for what feels like hours after Heizou dropped you off. You can’t figure out the man in the slightest, you can never tell what he is thinking. “Heizou, what is going on?!” 

As if summoned by your call, the detective enters the room and stands behind you. Not a word slips from his lips as he restrains your hands together, securely keeping you in place. 

“Don’t touch me!” You screech but none of your efforts work to keep the detective away from you. 

“You don’t want to tell me anything, I understand, (Y/N).” Heizou’s voice remains calm, the slight playful edge is currently nowhere to be found. His touch spreads throughout your body, gently cupping your shoulders before migrating down to your biceps. “I have other methods of getting you to reveal information, you know,” You don’t doubt it in the slightest and gulp as his hands come up to cup your breasts. “I can be very persuasive.”

In a quick amount of time, you learn just how persuasive the detective can be. You have nothing to spill about the case but, you want to spout lies if that means he will continue to fuck you so intensely. 

Heizou’s fingers work quickly between your thighs, moving at an unruly pace as he jackhammers his fingers in and out of your cunt. Each slap of his palm against your sore clit makes you moan and thrash against the chair. 

You can’t believe you’re doing something so lewd in a public place, in one of the holding rooms of the fucking Tenryou Commission. 

“Heizou,” You whine, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Your panting becomes heavier under his intimate touch. “I promise I had nothing to do with the missing papers, you have to believe me,” 

“I believe you,” He murmurs and takes his time to gently rub your clit with the pad of his thumb. His fingers continue to roughly curl inside of you while the pace of his thrusts slows down to something that borders intimate. “but, allow me to continue, I have to make sure you aren’t lying.”

((Role playing with your boyfriend has now become one of your new favorite things.))

Bonus :-)

Beidou

“Beidou. You do understand why you’re here, right?” You rub at your temple and try your best to deal with the woman on the other side of the table. The air of your office inside the Yuehai Pavilion becomes much tenser as you remember the task at hand. Beidou never has any issues when it comes to paying her fines but, that doesn’t mean she goes down without a fight. 

If you don’t get this sum of cash quickly then the Liyue Qixing will surely be on your ass. You can only think of a handful of things worse than dealing with an angry Baishi or Baixiao so you try your best to reason with the captain of the crux. 

“I have no reason to pay this month, I was outside of Liyue harbor,” Beidou argues, pride fueling her reasoning as she sits tall before you. 

“I understand that but, you were still in front of the harbor where everyone could see.” You push back and tighten your grip on the official government papers of her fine before letting the sheets fall back onto your desk. 

“Liyue saw me kicking treasure hoarder ass, what’s the problem?” She crosses her arms over her chest, holding your stare as if challenging you for power in the room. 

“The problem, captain, is that it’s illegal for any ship within Liyue Harbor to fire at another unless they are permitted by the Liyue Qixing.” The title you spit in her face doesn’t upset her in the least, it has the complete opposite effect. Beidou still continues to argue back with you despite the burning desire building in her chest. 

“I wasn’t in Liyue Harbor,”

“Were you given permission by Ningguang to act so recklessly?” Your questioning causes her to roll her eyes. 

“Recklessly?” She scoffs and stands up taller in front of you before placing her palms flat on your desk. “Had I not acted so recklessly, treasure hoarders were going to rob your pretty little office. They had no business being near the harbor, you should be the one thanking me."

“Oh, I should be?” You rise up on your feet as well, your anger starting to get the better of you. With each heavy rise and fall of your frustrated pants, Beidou watches your chest. “Let me know exactly how I can repay you.” 

You truly should have watched your words. 

At the end of the day, you got the fines paid and the money placed on the desk of the Liyue Qixing secretaries. It just took a little more convincing on your part. 

“Go on, suck it, baby.” Beidou’s hand roughly cups the back of your head as you stare at her from between her thick thighs. You pray to every Archon that her crew is asleep right now. The large, purple strap resting securely on her hips glares at you as you push your thighs together to ignore the needy ache beginning to form there. You don’t look away from Beidou as you rise up on your knees and place your hands on the tops of her thighs, you bring your lips to the plastic material. After a gentle kiss against the head, you slowly take the tip in your mouth. “there we go,"

You want to roll your eyes as Beidou shifts in her seat, spreading her legs even farther apart while you begin to bob your head on the strap. The sounds of your gags have her moaning out in pleasure, her head tilts back as her chest heaves with each sound. The mere sight gives you as much pleasure as she is sure to be feeling. 

“Doing such a good job, pretty baby, I’m going to fuck you real good after this.” Her promise only causes you to work harder as you take the entire length down your throat. Much to your surprise, Beidou cuts your blowjob short as she pulls you off the strap after only a few more swallows. She roughly tugs you into her lap and licks at the spit smeared across your chin. “You’re too fucking cute, I think I’ll just take you now instead.”

[wienerbarnes]

The Electrifying Mind Reader (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 3,186

Warnings: violence, capturing, angst👀, drugging, reader doesn't have fun in this one but i don't wanna spoil it yall know i always end w happiness so part 2 will fix things

A/N: hehehehe i had this idea but im still trying to see where it goes depending on how fatws ends, how the loki disney+ series goes, etc, etc, but ugh i never wanna stop writing these two so imma just make shit up forever also don't let the warnings scare you lol yall know im soft on the inside

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

The mission was rough, to say the least.

Another HYDRA base found in Eastern Europe. One you’d worked for for a few years. Making you have both a personal connection to the mission, and be the only person on the team who knew this base intimately. This specific location arose after Bucky’s time, but during the prime of yours. So, you, Bucky, and Sam took it upon yourselves to go out and investigate while Sharon helped from the tower.

Until it was occupied with more HYDRA soldiers than any of you could’ve imagined.

580 soldiers. 580 Nazi’s all in one building. You wanted to blow it to shreds as soon as you landed there, but Sam went against that idea; there was too big a possibility that there were innocent people in there, either those brainwashed or those being held hostage. Neither you nor Bucky could argue with him there, the two of you fell under those categories yourselves.

We can take 'em, Sam said. With him in the sky and Bucky and I on the floor with the brawn and mind control powers, we can totally take ‘em.

What a fucking lie, that was.

The three of you got separated fast. And it didn’t take long after a few fights and punches that your coms broke and went offline. You think they would’ve made better com devices that were better adapted for this kind of stuff. They make arms and shields out of vibranium but not tiny coms to go in your ears?

Being separated from your teammates with no way of contacting them while still not being completely confident in your powers was not good for you, especially considering the history you have with this place. You want to hope that your handlers aren’t at this location anymore, but there’s really no way to know. The last thing you need is to run into one of them and for them to recognize what used to be their favorite play toy.

Except somehow, something worse happens.

A bomb goes off. Not necessarily blowing you to pieces, but with you being placed next to a window, being hurled a few stories into the snowy woods didn’t exactly put your body in good shape.

It takes about twenty minutes to orient yourself again. For your ears to stop ringing, for your body to stop shaking, for you to look around and have some kind of a feel for your surroundings. You don’t see the quinjet you arrived in anywhere, nor Sam and Bucky. But you know with the tracker sewn into your stealth suit, someone will find you eventually.

So, you start walking.

The shoes on your feet aren’t exactly made for the snow; you didn’t imagine you’d be hiking much on this mission. But the boots are thick enough to keep your toes from getting wet, which is good enough.

You stick close to the trunks as you walk on, planning to make a large circle around the perimeter and hoping to run into the quinjet, wherever it is. You hope they waited for you, at least.

Meanwhile, Bucky yells at Sam on the ramp to the quinjet, engine already purring as Sam is telling him to get on, that we’d come back for you with Sharon and better equipment to help them look.

“I’m not getting on the fucking plane, Sam!”

“It’s a jet, not a plane.”

“I’m not leaving my fucking girlfriend in the snowy woods alone outside of the Nazi base she used to be held at! Come back later, I’ll find her myself!” Bucky yells, vein popping out of his neck in anger.

If it was any other agent, he would’ve agreed. To go back to the tower, to get more equipment, to bring more people. But this isn’t any other agent; it’s you.

So, he starts walking.

He figures you’ll walk a few miles out, keeping your distance from the base in case anyone who survived that blast goes looking for any one else in the area. He begins heading west, planning to go a few miles straight and then start rounding the area, he can clear by nightfall, but hopefully he’ll find you before then.

Bucky doesn’t think to look for you in the treetops, though.

You hear a voice, and you panic. There’s nowhere to hide; only tall trees and mountains of snow around you, so the only way you think to go is up. You quickly hoist yourself up into the tree, balancing on a branch and hoping you’re covered enough by the snow covered branches.

It’s quiet again, and for a moment you think it was just the voices in your head; that there was nobody actually in the area. It’s hard to get a peek out with the blanket of snow clouding your vision in this tree, but you think you see a flash of metal. It could either be a gun or it could be Bucky’s arm. You cross your fingers and take your chances.

Wrapping your hands around the branch, you slowly bring your legs down to swing a bit before landing on the ground, prepared to greet your boyfriend and joke about engaging in monkey business.

Except it’s not Bucky.

A tall man, both arms made of metal, one with a shiny red star on the shoulder and the other with a skull and tentacles, turns to face you, drawing his gun and aiming it at your head.

“Oh, fuck.” Is the last thing you hear yourself say before a shot is heard and you see black.

Bucky hears a shot from the direction in which he was walking from. That could either be someone from HYDRA shooting at someone or you shooting at someone. He doesn’t like either option.

He breaks out into a sprint, gaining momentum and speed as he flies through the snow, charging back in the direction he came, hoping he can figure out where the shot came from in time. There was only one, so either it was a warning shot, or a lethal one.

When is Sam getting back? The longer he imagines your bleeding body on the white floor, the more he feels his anxiety spike and his heart race. You have your gun. Even if that shot was for you, you don’t go down without a fight. You’ve been training with your mind control with Wanda. You’re fine.

Surely, you’re fine.

The next time you wake up, it’s to a sharp slap across the cheek.

Your eyes open to see two men in front of you. You ignore the stinging in your face and the ache in your arm and glance between the two soldiers before you. You former handlers. Two of them at least.

“Sorry, boys,” You begin, glancing down at the bandage wrapped around your right bicep, where you assume a bullet was a while ago, “I’m unfortunately taken and only like it when my boyfriend slaps me around.”

You try to rub at your shoulder with your opposite hand, by there tied behind your back to the chair you’re sitting in. There’s also ties around your ankles and the fold of your knees.

You take a moment to stare at them to see if there’s a way to tap into their heads, get one to shoot the other, or untie you at least before they do that. But nothing. 

They both giggle. “Just as feisty as ever, aren’t you.”

“Yeah, yeah, listen, great catching up and all, but I actually have a doctor’s appointment I need to get to and I do need to get going -” Another smack, and then two hands vest the collar of your top.

“You’re not going anywhere! You left once, but now that I have you again, I’m not letting you leave my sight, my Mind Reader.” He tells you.

“...Can’t read minds. Can control them! But, can’t read them, sorry, no dice.” You correct, hiding behind your fear with a plethora of jokes and teases.

“We’ll see about that.” He looks deep in your eyes.

You smile drops and you look over your shoulder, realizing the room you’re in.

A large, black, metal chair sits above a few steps of concrete. Dark screens and bars surrounding it. There are open brackets for your arms and legs to be restrained, and the infamous headpiece that sends painful shocks to your brain. The man with two metal arms who shot you earlier stands beside it.

You remember the first time your powers manifested. Hours of drowning and waterboarding, followed by hovering candles and fires around your skin, poking and prodding you with needles to make something, anything happen. The goal was to send you into such an overdrive, overwhelming you to the point that your body to work with whatever poison they were putting in you.

“You wouldn’t,” You tell them, “You’re not stupid. You’re evil, but not stupid. You wouldn’t risk me in good ole’ Sparky.”

“Wouldn’t I?” The two men hoist you up and begin to drag you towards a heaping pile of metal. You try with all your energy to tap into their minds, tap into anyone’s mind, but to no avail.

This is it, you think. Who knows what will happen next, what you’ll remember. I hope Bucky doesn’t find me, I don't want him to see me like this. Two metal arms hold you down, one choking you hard and the other sitting heavily atop your injured shoulder while the machine powers up. The ties around your limbs are cut and the brackets automatically close, locking you in by your wrists, biceps, and ankles.

“See you on the other side.” He tells you maniacally, a syringe being pushed into your neck by the man with metal arms and the head piece coming down over your face before the worst pain you’ve ever felt courses through your body.

You scream.

Bucky has spent the last couple of hours running around this stupid forest with only failure to show for it. His last option is to go back to what’s left of the base. Sam’s about to land again, this time with Sharon and an extra agent or two.

He’s tossing the pieces of rubble around, looking for something, anything, to show him that you’re around here, that you’re alive.

Until he sees it. It almost perfectly looks like a metal rod sticking out of the ground. But it’s a handle. He pulls on it with all his strength until the lock and chain from the other side snaps, the door swinging open.

He climbs down the small ladder barely hanging against the wall before his feet thump on the ground again. He doesn’t like the nostalgia he feels slowly walking through the dark room, the distant groaning of a body, and smell of just pure evil.

He finally sees a slight glow coming from around the corner at the end of the hallway he’s ended up on, and he speeds up his pace, desperate to find someone, desperate to find you.

And he’s sorry he does. He’s sorry that he’s seen what he’s just seen. A door, on the opposite side of where he’s entered, left ajar and slightly swinging, signifying that someone’s just gone through it, and you, sitting slumped in that fucking chair, groaning and using what little strength you seem to have to weakly pull at the restraints around your wrists and ankles.

It’s his worst nightmare. You, stuck in that chair. He doesn’t waste a second running over to where you are, latching his hands on the headpiece that still sits on your face. He grabs a hold of the two pieces of metal and props a foot to the back of the chair, using all his might to snap it apart. He lets out a yell as he pries it off, bending the metal handle that connects to the main body of the machine.

He pants, reaching for the other restraints and prying those apart too, the sound of metal on metal making his ears hurt, there’s no way his metal arm isn’t wrecked after this.

He grabs a hold of your face to get a good look at you, to make sure you’re still alive. Your pupils almost completely cover the iris, the whites tinted pink. There’s also drool staining the corners of your lips and you're mumbling something to him that he can’t understand.

“Baby? Baby, I’m here, we’re leaving now, okay? I need you to stay awake for me while I get you to the jet, okay? Can you walk?” He coos and speaks to you softly and calmly, gently lugging your body into a standing position, but all you do is slump against his frame.

He can still hear the silent whirring of the machine, and from the subtle shakes in your body, he can guess the chair wasn’t used on you too long ago. He remembers having to be carried by two guards larger than him after a session in the chair, and he's about twice your size and strength, no matter your powers; he can’t imagine what your body’s feeling right now.

You whimper as he catches you, and he’s quick to slide an arm between your legs, the other grabbing a hold of your good arm and slinging you over his shoulders. The metal in his left arm is pinching into the skin of his shoulder, letting him know the plates are messed up from his pulling apart the machine.

Kinda went full Banner on the chair, didn’t I.

“Sam should be here, love, okay? So, just stay awake for me and you can rest on the plane. Huh?” He tells you, trying to engage and hoping you’re awake as he talks to you.

Another groan from you, which is good enough for him. He finally climbs back out of the basement and doesn’t see a jet in sight.

“God damn it, Sam,” He mumbles, and you whimper above him again, your breathing turning into panting and he senses your panic rising.

“Babe… Babe!” Bucky, sets you down gently, trying to capture your attention. A sharp call of your name forces you to look up at him.

You see three of him, and every color you see is much more vivid than you’ve ever seen before. You feel yourself shivering but also feel like you’re burning from the inside out. You know he’s talking to you, but you can’t focus on a single word he says because all you’re thinking about is how you don’t want to feel like this.

“Put me to sleep, knock me out, make me not feel this,” You interrupt him, but by the look of utter confusion in his face, you don’t think you’re speaking clear enough for him to understand you. Which only makes you panic more.

His eyes travel around your face and neck, observing the bruising on your forehead from where the headpiece of the chair rested and the finger-shaped marks on your neck. He also takes notice of the small hole on the side of your neck, about the size of a needle.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry this happened to you, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop it, to protect you, like I’m supposed to. But, I need you to be strong right now, I need you to suck it up until I can get you on that fucking jet and in a fucking hospital, okay? Please! Please, baby, just tough it out for a little while longer, can you do that?” He cradles your face and head with both of his hands.

Bucky’s on the brink of a panic attack himself. The only thing keeping him from breaking down is the fact that he’s the only one here to make sure you stay awake.

A distant purring of an engine is finally heard and his head darts up at the sky to see the quinjet come into view.

“Look, babe! See? Already here! Just the short trip to the tower, okay, love? You can’t die on me, please,” He trails off.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to bring yourself up into a kneeling position to stand up, and a cry escapes you as you feel an utter lack of control over your body. Your brain is trying to move your arms and legs but they feel so heavy that they just don’t move.

Suddenly, Bucky’s hoisting you up again, bridal style this time, and he’s running to the quinjet. You don’t even feel the pain in your shoulder and chest when your arm bounces around because you feel like your insides are melting.

Your brain and head haven’t stopped buzzing since sitting in that chair. You only remember flashes; flashes of black, flashes of the room, flashes of those bastards’ faces while they stare amusedly at you writhe in pain.

You don’t realize you’re on the jet until your body is laid on a cold table, the only table on the quinjet that’s attached to the wall. You look around to gauge your surroundings; you see a blonde head of hair and two other taller figures. Your hand twitches, wanting to reach out for Bucky, but he’s not looking at you. You whimper again, but it must not have been loud enough because he only continues to speak to the two other people, who you guess are Sam and another agent.

You straighten yourself on the table as your heart speeds up faster and faster. You brace yourself for a panic attack but it doesn’t come.

Nothing does.

Bucky tries to tell Sam everything as quickly as possible while the jet takes off. He can only imagine how hysterical he looks right now, and how much explaining he’ll have to do to the other agent on the jet with them; he’s pretty sure he might’ve slipped in calling you his girl by mistake once or twice.

He glances over his shoulder to check on you but does a quick double take. You’re not moving. Your eyes are open, but you’re not moving. Not shaking how your body was before from the electricity, not groaning or whimpering from whatever was wrong with you.

He remembers going on autopilot from there. He strains his ears and can’t hear the rapid beat of your heart, he doesn’t hear anything coming from you. His own heart feels like it stops when he climbs on top of you, straddling you, and leaning his head over your mouth to try and catch your breathing - which he doesn’t - and raising a hand to feel your heartbeat - which he also doesn’t feel.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” He starts CPR immediately, pumping his fists roughly against your chest, counting in his head among all the other chaos floating around in there.

“C’mon sweetheart. Wake up. Wake up, baby.” He continues.

“Bucky, you’re going to break her sternum!” Sharon tries to warn him.

He pauses only for a brief moment to turn his head towards her, “Sharon, shut up!” He snaps, this probably being the first time he’s ever screamed at Sharon. He turns his head towards Sam and Agent 36, “Sam get this fucking plane to the tower, now!”

“Please, please, please don’t do this to me. Not now. Not because of them.” He resumes the CPR while mumbling to himself, leaning down to breathe air into your mouth.

“Can’t lose you, can’t lose you.”

He can’t lose you.

[geekymoviemom]

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#5

Rules: List 10 different male faves from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @90spopstargirl thank you so much! ♥️

1. Peeta Mellark - The Hunger Games

2. Tony Stark/Steve Rogers/Peter Parker - Marvel Cinematic Universe (I can’t pick just one, sorry! 😆)

3. Daniel Jackson - Stargate SG1

4. Walter Bishop - Fringe

5. Leonard McCoy - Star Trek Original

6. Commander Data - Star Trek TNG

7. Ben Solo - Star Wars

8. Jack Bauer - 24

9. Barry Allen - The Flash

10. Erik Lehnsherr - X-Men movieverse

This was so fun, thank you so much! ♥️

Tagging: @b-boop5 @jroseley @mega-aulover @norbertsmom @crownofstardustandbone @gaiagalit @srebrnafh @sherlock-who-mentalist @sherlollyandspoilers @hailing-stars

14 notes • Posted 2021-03-22 23:20:20 GMT

#4

@everlarkedalways

24 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 22:21:20 GMT

#3

My family knows me well. Happy birthday to me 😎

28 notes • Posted 2021-10-16 02:15:46 GMT

#2

Hi, I’ve always wondered- why do you write Steve referring to Peter as “little guy” so frequently (instead of any other terms of endearment or just ‘Peter’)? Just curious!

Hey! Thank you so much for your ask, and for reading my fics! 💗

Steve does call Peter by his name pretty often, but his term of endearment for him is the ‘little guy’, as you’ve noticed. There’s a couple of reasons why I chose this.

One, in my eyes, Steve doesn’t use a lot of nicknames for his loved ones, preferring to stick with one or two. He calls Tony ‘sweetheart’ and the Irish ‘mo gra’ in some of my fics, which means my love. For Peter, I wanted to go with something a bit different that Tony’s ‘buddy’, and ‘son’ just seemed too… I don’t know, I just can’t picture Steve calling Peter that. Little guy is sweet without being too sugary and since Peter is pretty small, it fits him well.

Two, in The First Avenger, when Steve is chosen to join the SSR, Dr Erskine says, “Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war, maybe what we need now is the little guy.” This is an important line in that it shows his acceptance of Steve even though he’s not the traditional soldier-type. This had a big impact on Steve, as later when the two of them are having their toast in Steve’s barracks room, Steve says, “to the little guys”. At the time, Steve had no idea that the serum would transform him size-wise, so he was prepared to spend the rest of his life just doing what was right as a ‘little guy’. It’s always been my headcanon that Steve sees the same kind of strength and determination in Peter, since he’s on the smaller side too 💗

I hope this makes sense! Thank you so much for the ask! 💗

29 notes • Posted 2021-06-23 16:59:37 GMT

#1

To distract you on this scary afternoon, how ‘bout some pictures of our new puppy? 🥰🥰🥰

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[lost-inyourwords]

Quiet (Loki x Reader)

A/N: can u tell I’m going through an avengers kick right now? loki has always been one of my favourite characters so I decided to write him into one of my favourite writing prompts: “there’s only one bed”! this is more fluff heheheh

[also this is pretty much an AU where IW and Endgame didn’t happen bc they WRECKED me emotionally so everyone’s alive in this one]

Warnings: nightmare mention, tiny bit of angst if u squint, fluffffffffff

Sometimes, you really hated how cocky Tony Stark was. His stubbornness exhausted you, and the dirty tactics he used to get his way were extremely frustrating. Sometimes, you wanted to just scream at the man; and this was one such occurrence. Tumbling through the hotel room door, fatigue heavy on your shoulders, it took you a moment to take in the suite you and Loki had been shown to. The suite with a gorgeous view of the city skyline below. The suite with only one king bed. The suite… booked by none other than Tony Stark. Shutting the door softly behind him, Loki looked at you quizzically before looking around the regal space around him.

“Wow, this is nice. Stark really outdid himself,” the god mused.

“Yeah, it’s lovely if you ignore the fact that one of us is sleeping on the floor,” you quipped in response with a nervous chuckle. Your comment did nothing to ease Loki’s confusion as his eyebrows raised even higher. He finally turned to look at the bed and chortled when he turned back to you.

“What? Don’t be silly, Y/N. We’re adults, aren’t we?” he queried. You rolled your eyes as you began to unpack your belongings. Yes, of course we are adults, Loki, but it’s more complicated when one adult is falling in love with the other.

The rest of the night went quietly. The two of you got along decently enough, hence why you were even sharing with Loki in the first place. Everyone else on the team was too busy trying to kill him or blame him for all the things wrong with the universe, so when it came out that you actually didn’t mind having a real conversation with the frost giant, you essentially became his babysitter. Both being quite introverted and avid readers, your time together was usually spent reading in comfortable silence or watching some “brainless Midgardian entertainment” (you preferred the term ‘sitcoms’) until one of you fell asleep. Loki wasn’t the unbearable villain that everyone made him out to be; in fact, you��d even go so far to say that he was your friend. Your friend... that you were busy falling for. It had started out innocently; Loki had been captured and needed to be interrogated. All the other Avengers had gone for the ‘bad cop’ routine, whereas you had just tried to have a regular chat with him. For whatever reason, he warmed to you and gave out all the information the team needed. Since then, you had been responsible for Loki. You sometimes felt bad because everyone else on the team, even including his brother sometimes, treated him like a lost puppy but abused him like he were a bad dog. He didn’t deserve that, but it seemed like you were the only one who could actually see it. Being so close with him all the time on missions and stakeouts, you learned a lot about him and his Asgardian past. You could feel that he was a changed person, and you assured him of this even when he couldn’t find it in himself to believe it.

So, nights with Loki became more frequent as you began to trust in each other indefinitely; coming to seek the other’s solace when you were caught with a particularly horrible nightmare, or simply when everything got to be too much. The worst nights of your life were suddenly lightened when Loki came to your aid and let you cry into his shoulder for what felt like hours on end; and vice versa. Falling in love with the god felt so effortless; it was just so pathetic that your feelings weren’t reciprocated. Loki could never love you - you were a simple human in his eyes. Not worthy of a god like him.

It had gotten late. You had become so wrapped up in the pages of your book and he his, that neither of you noticed the hours race by. Stifling a yawn, you put the book down and walked to be bathroom slowly. Getting changed into pyjamas, thoughts were still flying around in your head. Deciding to ignore your panicked brain, you walked back into the room to find Loki shirtless and digging through his bag. You felt a warm rush in your cheeks as you did your best to avert your eyes from his muscled form. Loki let out a low chuckle as he found a shirt and pulled it over his head.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Just that it’s quite funny to see you so embarrassed at the sight of me,” he replied quietly, his voice having dropped an octave and laced with the weight of sleepiness. You laughed it off and remained silent as Loki’s eyes met yours before looking at the bed expectantly.

“I hope you weren’t serious about sleeping on the floor, by the way. I won’t let you do that,” he said matter-of-factly. Curse him for being such a gentleman.

You didn’t know if it was the darkness of his tone of just how cozy he looked in pyjamas but something inside you told you to just go with it and not cause an argument. So, here you were. Sharing a bed with your best friend, trying desperately to fall asleep in order to not say something stupid in your exhausted state that might make things awkward between you and the Asgardian. Lying as far away from him as possible, your body was rigid as you struggled to fall asleep, staring at the angry red digits on the clock opposite you. Loki stirred in his sleep and rolled over, his pale arm landing on your waist and wrapping around you. You felt his chest rising and falling against your back and the rhythm soothed you. Turning around, you placed a hand on his chest and felt his steady heartbeat. His face looked so peaceful as soft snores escaped from his lips, no angry brow in sight, no fear in his eyes. He was so warm, too. Your eyelids felt heavy as you rested your head on his chest, his steady breaths lulling you into a deep sleep.

[stevenrogerssss]

blue corn chips

based off of this text post!!!

Loki loves little kids, especially when they aren’t his own. When Morgan comes for a visit, Loki decides to cause a little mischief. 

slight endgame spoilers if you can call Morgan an endgame spoiler?

uncle!Loki x niece (super cute hehehehe)

a lil Loki x Reader

genre: pretty fluffy, should be funny

pls reblog/comment if you liked it!!!!! 

words: 405

Loki absolutely adored when Morgan came to visit. He could play with her and as soon as anything serious came up he could pass her off to Tony.  This applied more times than he would like to tell, but it leads to some funny stories.

One day, you were curled up right into Loki, sitting with a bowl of blue corn chips.  They were Loki's favorite despite his original distaste for anything blue.   Morgan walked in and sat next to uncle Loki and began quizzing him on the show you two had been watching.  But what happened next was easily Loki's best work.

"What are you eating from that bowl,  uncle Loki?"

"Well these," he thought for a moment, knowing this could turn into something hilarious, "these are triangles."

"Can I have triangles?" Her questioning glance only made Loki want to play along with this more.

"I don't know, Morgan. Did you brush your teeth yet, princess?"

"No! I promise I didn't!" She was practically climbing on Loki as she bartered with him for the triangles.

"Mhm," he thought for a moment longer.  How could he make this a nightmare for Tony? Then it came to him, "are you okay with screaming really loud?"

"What?" Morgan asked raising her eyebrow at Loki.  You were trying your hardest not to laugh at this conversation but man, Loki was so good with Morgan even if it was just to make Tony miserable.

"Sometimes, the triangles," He looks around and leans down near Morgan's ear and whispers, "make you scream really loud. Do you think you would be okay with that?"

"Of course! I'm not afraid of screaming." She states, eyeing the bowl of chips.

"You're very brave, Morgan. I believe you can have two triangles." He handed her two of the blue corn chips and laughed to himself. "Why don't you go show your dad your new power," Loki suggests as she takes a bite of the chip.  She runs off in the direction she came from and soon after you hear screaming.

Loki grabs your waist and the two of you are removed from the couch as the sound of Tony yelling comes through. "Who told Morgan that blue corn chips make you scream?!"

The two of you burst out laughing in Loki's room.  This was funny now but wait until Morgan lets it slip that Uncle Loki and Auntie Y/N were the ones who told her that.

[rayegunn]

Thor ramble

Preview for Thor is out: https://www.adventuresinpoortaste.com/2020/03/06/marvel-preview-thor-4-2/  I felt the need to ramble about it. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good ramble here.

First off, to Sif Bifrosting Mjolnir away.... hehehehe... good trick. And Thor deserves it right now. He needs to have his toys taken away until he behaves, I don't give a damn if he's king, he’s being an ass. Not that he will, probably, looks like he's about to throw a tantrum there, but still. I mean look at that, he's already beaten a close friend of his to a pulp and destroyed his hammer, and now Sif, his ex lover and current friend, and now guardian of the Bifrost, shows up to defend Bill and repeat what should be a uncontroversial opinion, that helping Galactus to destroy inhabited planets, and beating up your friends, is wrong, and his response is to hurl the hammer at her head. I mean I thought Thor was being a dick when he threw it at Loki, despite Loki's past, but THIS? Much worse. I get that he feels the fate of the universe is on the line, and that sacrifices need to be made towards that end, which mitigates it some, but... there has to be a better way to resolve this conflict than with violence. Thor has been acting all hyper-aggressive and, well, toxic from issue 1, and just seems to be getting worse. I see a lot of Thor fans glad that he's like, really powerful and kicking ass, and I don't get it. Is him being powerful worth it if he loses his soul and sacrifices his morals in the process? tho I have never gotten the obsession some fans with characters being powerful, it's always been much more important to me that they are interesting characters first and foremost, and that usually means they have flaws and weaknesses and can't just steamroll everything. I do think a story exploring power vs morals with Thor, where he sacrifices his morals for power in order to achieve a greater good could be interesting and could end up adding more depth to the character, so I am not saying the story is bad... but it is still sad to see him possibly fall  from grace, same as it would be for any character in that position, and all the power in the universe doesn't make up for that. In Aaron's run, his unworthyness wasn't really a fault of his character, it was a technicality. He was still the same guy, morally, as he was before (tho he did go through a rough patch due to depression) it was just he lost the whole 'knowing you're unworthy but trying anyway' thing that apparently is a major box that needs to be ticked for Mjolnir to allow itself to be lifted. This though, I am seeing what he's doing, and I think to myself that it's no wonder the hammer is getting heavier, because this really is the sort of 'doing evil things for a greater good' deal that I could see Loki doing rather than Thor. If Loki was doing this, it would still be a very murky situation, but it would be in line with his past actions and morals. But for Thor, it's a fall, and that kind of makes his actions feel worse. I'm more upset  at him doing these things than I would be if it were Loki, because Loki has already done this kind of shit before. Recently, even. Maybe not on quite the same scale, I can't think of any planets Loki has blown up off the top of my head, (in the present/past, not counting King Thor) but same sort of morally questionable tactics, so  it would not be that unexpected for him.

I'm betting that Thor will successfully deal with the Black Winter using these tactics, despite various characters, such as Bill and Sif here, standing against him, and that will make him feel everything he did was just and right, he will feel vindicated. And yeah, you could make an argument for that, depending on what he does, I mean, the universe continuing to exist when it otherwise would have died is a bit hard to argue with. And many fans will support his actions because the ultimate outcome was good. But... it may be the start of a slippery slope that he slides downwards on. If these tactics worked out here, why not in a different situation with lower stakes? Will the justification he needs to do these things become less with time? And he will fall, not like Aaron's run where he was unworthy but not immoral, an actual fall from grace where he loses his way. And he, and many fans, may not even realize it until it's too late. Hell, some fans will NEVER get it if he goes bad. I mean, I’m not saying people have to stop liking him as a character, but you can like a character while acknowledging they are not the most morally upstanding person. Liking Punisher doesn't necessarily mean you support gun toting vigilantes wandering the streets, right? I hope, anyway. Like, I think lots of things Loki has done have been pretty scummy, even recently, but that doesn't make him an uninteresting character, I still really like him as a character even if i disagree with some of his actions. Though Loki's trajectory is good right now, while he is still prone to morally murky actions, he's moving in the right direction, his actions right now are comparatively better than they used to be, so I am hopeful he can continue to  improve. But Thor’s trajectory, if this trend continues, is not good, his actions right now are comparatively worse than he has been previously. It's kind of funny, or sad, that as Loki is moving away from these 'bad acts for a greater good' methods, Thor is embracing them, and they may end up still as antagonists, but on opposite sides. (I want them to be friends tho :( ) But some fans (of lots of things, not just Thor) really seem to have a lot of trouble understanding that the protagonist is not always right by default, and they think anyone who stands in the protagonist's way is the bad guy, even if it is clearly a villain protagonist, (see: Breaking Bad) which is bizarre to me.  And I suspect the same will happen with Thor, even if he does not go THAT bad, and just... gray. Comics have long had a bit of a problem with fans completely missing the point when it comes to the morality the books are trying to get across; you somehow have some overtly bigoted X-Men fans, and alt-right Cap fans, etc. it's bizarre sometimes how completely some readers/viewers can miss a critique of something in a work, and the same thing will likely happen here, where the point may be that he’s losing his way, but fans think he’s in the right.

Where did she send Mjolnir, though, i wonder? I have long suspected Thor would have to give up Mjolnir, but because he is all-Father now. Aaron set up a situation with roles that need to be filled, and several other characters have stepped into new ones, Jane is Valkyrie, Sif took Heimdall’s role, Balder is King of the Norns, it looks as though Tyr is going to take Loki’s place as God of Chaos, (though it may be Loki’s solo series was more of a spoiler than most people thought, where Thor was the big bad at the end of time, trying to destroy the Earth, and Thor goes full on bad guy instead, though i am holding out hope for merely gray which he can rebound from after learning a lesson) Loki is King of Jotunheim (tho i suspect there is something more in store for him, given all the teases with him and Mjolnir) and I really like this. I know some people find comfort in an unchanging status quo, but I have always found it boring, and one of the reasons I have been all over Loki the past 10 years or so is that he has been undergoing character development and changing, and I find that interesting. So to have it suddenly applied to Asgard as a whole, where everything is shuffled around and characters are in new roles is something I find very interesting, and I want to see where it leads, and I hope it doesn’t all just revert to the old default status quo. But Thor stepped into his role as king, but didn’t want to give up his old role, and I think that has to give at some point. He has to choose, even if he was not doing some morally dubious shit, All-Father OR hero of the realms, can’t do both at the same time. After last issue, i thought Bill might, at least temporarily, take Mjolnir from Thor, (though, since he has no ties to Earth 99% of the time, I don't think he is right fit to fill Thor's old role permanently) but now it's who knows where, so maybe not. But he's still had Stormbreaker destroyed. :-/ anyway, it has to be really far away, or Thor's just going to call it back in like 2 seconds, not quite sure how far away they are relative to Asgard/Earth, so sending it back there may be far enough... or maybe Jotunheim? Though not sure why Sif would do that. But it could turn the scene with Loki in issue 1 into foreshadowing, if it pops out of the Bifrost coming for his head and stops again. May also be a catalyst to have Thor attack Jotunheim, even tho Loki had nothing to do with this.  But it may also be too easy for him to find in those locations, if she really wants to keep it from him until he calms down, it would be better to send it to some dusty moon orbiting an uninhabited world  around a distant star. Though with Sif controlling the Bifrost, she could simply refuse to send him anywhere near it, regardless of it's location. He may be king, but she has the power in this situation. Also, I wonder how it's trajectory works. Will it carry on with just the momentum it has on the other side of the Bifrost, eventually falling to the ground or hitting something on the other side, or will it try to continue towards his intended target? Though I suppose it doesn't matter too much, if he can summon it no matter how far away it is, so it will be on it's way back to them either way. Though it may be that it is out of range, he may not be able to call it if he doesn't know it's location, (he asked where it was, so he doesn't seem to be able to sense it) or if it's just too far away.

[goldenfingerprints]

Loki x Stephen hehehehe

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL ANSWER THREE QUESTIONS BASED ON IF I SHIP IT OR NOT

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What made you ship it? Tbh, I briefly came across and then you suggested it as well and I was like yeah alright I can see it

What are your favourite things about the ship? Ho boy, I think for the most part just how different they are and how well they balance each other out at times

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don't think so, really

[gameofthronesmarvelfanfics]

Regret P.2

A/N: sos so so sorry that this is late

Pairing: Vision x reader, Wanda x Vision, Bruce x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, its heated, slightly

Word Count: 801

Summary: Read my running commentary of writing it

Permanent Taglist: @burningarbiterheart @musedhufflepuff @weirdnewbie @demoncrypt1066

Requested: yes sort of by @confidentcorgi i read the reply again and i hope this makes up for any heartbreak from last year. (sorry for tagging you, you probably didnt want to be)

Masterlist 

Part One

2 months later

After hearing Vision repeat your words you stayed in your room for all hours of the day

He did as you told him to

He moved on

You still loved him

But you you can now see that he no longer loves you

He loves Wanda

When you do go down to the kitchen to get food, they’re always there.

You see the way he looks at her

You see the way she looks at him

Both have love in their eyes

So you walk away

Forgetting all about food

All you could think about was them

Every time you see them together, you cry yourself to sleep.

Because not only did you lose the person you love that night, you also lost your best friend, the person you would talk about everything to, the person you told about your crush on him without mentioning his name, just hoping he would notice, just hoping he loved you back

But he never did notice, he loved you and you let him go, all because you were angry

You wished he was still talking to you, you wished you could both forget it, but you never forget something like that.

You had your brother to talk too sure, but it wasn’t the same, he would try and make you talk about your feelings, well, that was until he started dating Natasha, the people you love start relationships with people and stop speaking to you, the first time was your fault, so you were starting to think that the second time was also your fault.

You tried to talk to other people but they got bored of your science talk quickly, except Thor.

Thor talked to you whenever he could, whenever he didn’t have a mission or a meeting, he managed to find the time to talk to you.

Sometimes, the conversations were short and other times they lasted hours, he listened to you Vision problems, your Big Brother problems and your making friends problem.

He helped you come out of your shell again

Today he even managed to get you to walk down to the kitchen with him

You two were laughing away at a joke you told him, when you walked through the doors of the kitchen to see the one person you really didn’t want to see today, today was meant to be happy and filled with pancakes

But instead you were stuck with this

Vision looking straight at you, with a sad look on his face,

And Thor just had to ask him what was up

“Hey you look worse than Loki when he found out that our mother had died.”

“Wanda and I have, we have split up.” he said, his voice wavering

Thor walked up to him to pat him on the back

Whilst you just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say

On the one hand you were happy, on the other, you felt for him, you knew how it was to have your heart broken

You looked to Thor, silently telling him to leave, which he did

“I'm so sorry Vis.” You said in a small voice

He didn't reply he just looked at you

So you turned to walk away, but he stopped you

“Why are you sorry, this was not your fault in anyway, this was all me.” He told you

“I know, bu- wait it was all you, what did you do?” you asked him curiously

He sighed and looked at you, you looked down slightly

“As you know i’m not that well versed in the matters of the heart, she told me that she loves me and i got scared, because of what happened when you told me that you-” you look up at him, you felt tears willing themselves to fall

“I still love you.” he told you, walking up to you

He placed his hand on your cheek

You looked up at him, tears flowing freely

You placed your hands on his shoulders and he starts to lean down

He presses his lips to yours and you tagle your arms around his neck

He moves his hand down to your thigh and he lifts you onto the countertop

What started as an innocent kiss soon turned into a heated makeout session in the kitchen

When you both pulled apart for air, you both smiled at the other

He rested his forehead on yours

“I didn’t say it, but i still love you too.”

He chuckled lightly and kissed your nose

Vision lifted you up, placing your legs around his waist and carried you to your room

That was the night you, well, you two consummated the relationship

And possible scarred your brother for life

Hey, it’s Tony's fault that your rooms are next to each other

hehehehe like seriously im so awkward i cringed and blushed whilst writing some of this