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popculturebuffet · 2 years ago

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Into the Spider-Verse: Spider-Ham (Marvel Tails #1 and Peter Porker, The Spectacular Spider-Ham #15) (Comissioned by WeirdKev15)

Hello all you happy webheads and welcome back to Into the Spider-Verse, my look at the origins of every webslinger from the landmark film in the build up to Across the Spider-Verse. And it's bittersweet to be this close to the end of the web here: i'm proud of myself for this project and kev for having cooked it up as it allowed me to really dig into my love of spider-man, and comics in general, with new ideas and even possible new retrospectives wholesale coming out of this.

But before we can end this ride, we still have one Spidey to cover, who after our previous spider-persons adventures with crackers and milk, their predecesors literal oppisite sex clone, mob goons without fear, rock n roll pop art halluciongens in your giant spider mecha, and giant spiders stripping you naked, one man comes along to say..

Yes it's time for the debut of Peter Porker, the Spectacular Spider-Ham a

And i'm sure many of you, both those familiar with the comics and those who just watched the movie, are asking the same question: why. The answer is simple. Way way back in the 1980's, Marvel had a new animated arm, Marvel Productions, which was a massive deal, producing both GI Joe and Transformers, which both started as comics first to promote the upcoming toylines, as well as Dungeons and Dragons, My LIttle Pony Tales, Muppet Babies, Jem and the Holograms, Kid N Play and the Biker Mice From Mars. There were also of course marvel cartoons like Spider-Man(the 80s one), Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends, The Incredible Hulk, the more popular Incredible Hulk and the infamous and destined to be covered Pryde of the X-Men Pilot.

So naturally Marvel wanted more ips to feed into the almighty merchandising machine, because shockingly, companies have ALWAYS wanted every dollar they can get out of making more and more adaptations as long s they can afford it. So two writers set to work to spitball this: They were Tom DeFalco, a longtime spider-man editor who would go on to write the guidebook I had as a kid that really got me into the comics and taught me a lot about his rogues gallery and more importantly would write the book himself briefly, being the one to crystalize Mary Jane's tragic Backstory and her knowing Peter Parker is spider-man all along. WIth him was the wonderful Larry Hama, at the time writing GI JOe for marvel.. and at the time of this writing STILL writing his continuation of that continuity for IDW as he should. Hama deserves all the credit for setting the foundations of the GI Joe universe most adaptations follows and for writing one hell of a comic in the process, and not one to rest on his laurels would later have the defining run on Wolverine's solo book.

So as you can imagine when these two legends get together.. they created a simple but enduringly weird joke that has lasted decades. It's a concept that just works: Spider-Man.. but he's a funny animal. Weirdly though Marvel Animation passed on it, not wanting anything to do with it despite the fact that in a time when Garfield was at the peak of his powers and they'd be making muppet babies, funny animals were a VERY easy sell. Seriously why Marvel Animation was so stupid is a riddle for the ages but Marvel liked printing money, so they put Porker in a one shot, Marvel Tails, parodying the marvel reprint mag marvel Tales. That said DeFalco didn't expect much from it and was suprised months later when the higher ups asked for another issue. He explained it was a one shot.. and then they asked when the next issue was and he got the memo. While DeFalco wrote the one shot that launched the character he freely admits he's not the one who made him a star. That honor goes to Steve Skeates. Skeates had been a mainstay in the industry, paticuarlly having a run on Aquaman i've been trying to read for some time that really launched the character to new heights before Superfriends would shove him back to the depths for a while. He was burnt out on the industry and freely admits he wouldn't of done the book for Larry Hama if it was any other book, but felt the format allowed him to do a throwback to the kinds of books he liked writing while still throwing in plenty of comedy to keep it fresh. The result was pretty great, with Skeates wisely having Porker's various foes not be the obvious joke of being the animals they resemble, for instance the Vulture being a possum in a buzzard suit instead of a vulture.

And we'll be seeing that contrast between Porker's humble one shot joke beginings and evolved more nuanced parody as unlike most of the characters featured... Porker didn't get his origin story for a while. While most of the spider-persons got there's in their very first appearance or arc, Porker's origin didn't come about till late in his solo books run. So today we'll be looking at both his first appearance in Marvel Tails, and his origin story in Peter Porker the Spectacular Spider-Ham #15 under the cut!

Spider-Ham begins his career in a typical spider-man setting: stopping a typical gang of thugs with ease and some quips. But it's not long before we get into one of the weird things about this story, something that just dosen't really work with it: Captain Americat. Cap is pictured here as Peter's steadfast partner and a reporter at his paper and none of this works. Now this is an AU, it COULD work and the idea of steve and peter being closer partners and steve mentoring him is great, just as the idea of Tony mentoring him was a brilliant one the movies captalized on. But here it's just treated as a normal thing without really being used for a joke that this is so unusual. A large part of this is something that's easy to forget as it hasn't been true about the character since the early 2000's. Spidey.. used to be a bit of a loner when it came to the rest of the Marvel Universe. Granted he was the kind of loaner who had an entire ongoing dedicated to him teaming up with other heroes and a tv show where he had two super college roomies he'd fight crime with, but when it came to consistant teamups his only real super friends were the fantastic four and in a few years Daredevil. Spider-Woman existed, but Jessica was largely her own thing by design, with only the name in common and wouldn't really become an ally or even friend of peter's till they were in the avengers together. Peter would have team ups but he really wasn't super close with the rest of the marvel universe. This changed in the early 2000's as his joining the new avengers gave him a lot of new allies in the marvel universe: He'd be on the new avengers until Brian Micheal Bendis left the book, he joined HIckman's avengers for the first arc, with Doc Ock taking his place, and joined the Mighty Avengers and Mark Waid's avengers afterwords, only in the last few years taking a break from the group entirely, ironically as his MCU counterpart became heavily associated with them himself. Not only that the dawn of the spider-verse and miles migrating to become the 616's second spider-man, meant peter soon had a spider-family.

Even now in his current tirefire of a solo i've been purposfully avoiding but suspect i'l lhave to confront some day, he has Ms Marvel, soon to be thrown in the fridge, Norman Osborn, long story, and his current girlfriend the black cat. Peter's no longer the solo operator he once was.. but back then it's very weird fo ra parody of the character to just.. casually hang out with Captain America regularly and this angle was wisely dropped.

This isn't the only weird thing in this issue either. For some reason rather than pulling from peter's many rogues, the issue has him face the Masked Marauder, some punk ripping off a super high tech arcade. It comes off more like a Scooby Doo Mystery complete with various red herings and the actual culprit showing up early on. He's not even the main threat as the everlovin hulk is also shoved into this issue. His origin is a little neat, with Bruce Bunny being an arcade game maker who gets shoved into a cabinet.

The result though just isn't that funny. Ther'es a good joke about steve stashing his shield in his coat

But otherwise i'ts just kinda.. there and didn't leave the best first impression back when I first read it. It's nicely drawn, but dosen't have much actually to say or any really satire of the character. It's clear they had the name but no idea what to do with it. THe backup is pretty funny though, the weird Goose Rider, take a while guess, who just.. spends it riding around, thinking about grabbing a burger, and dealing iwth shouty civlians and some random doofus called chainsaw. This satire.. actually works as from what I can tell Ghost Rider's early rogues gallery before his reinvention in the 90's wasn't all that impressive with few exceptions. It's more what I wanted. Thankfully when Peter got his title shot, things perked up and by the time we get to his origin... we get something delightful.

As you can tell both by the cover used for this review and from the title, this one's a parody of spider-man no more. Even if you haven't read the story (I've only read the iconic issue iwth the cover), you've doubtlessly seen it's cover, and the various homages to both that and the shot of peter throwing his costume in the trash and walking away, both by spider-heroes and the rest of the marvel. It helps that Sam Rami choose it as the backbone of Spider-Man 2 and ended up making an even BETTER version of the story in the process. Even Miles had his own version of it after his mom died and he blamed himself for it since the second ultimate venom was the reason she died. If you've read more recent comics and seen Rio alive and well that's because Miles befriended the Molocule Man, a very shy man with the power to control molocules... which shockingly for comics has been treated every bit as horrifyingly powerful as it should since his introduction, with MM's only real wekaness being his crippling neurosis. So when the universe died and was put back, Molocule brought her back as a thank you present. I had a point here.. ah yes.. I love the Molocule Man and feel he's a highly underated character. Oh that with the severe stress and sacrifice of being a spider-man, it's not a huge leap to have that moment of doubt. And it's an even shorter leap to take that moment and parody it and Peter's angst for all it's worth. We open with J Jonah Jackal hooking himself up to an idea machine while his three young wards, the junior newsboys watch. They are Jermiah Jackal, JJJ's snooty nephew, Bunson Bunny, our resident nerd who talks in big snetences and Upton Adam Stray, a combination of a black sterotype and

If your getting some deja vu from a rich magnate having three young sidekicks who both acompany him and try to steer away his worse instincts, one of whom is jonah's literal nephew.. GOOD. It means you have good taste and also get the bit. Spider-Ham has a bit of the old Scrooge McDuck stories in it's dna, simply adding spider-man and his rogues to the mix, and really JJJ is such a perfect fit for scrooge and Peter for Donald, that I can't blame both writers for dipping into this formula when it fits spider-man shockingly well now he's a pig.

This issue is written by steven Mellor, who took over the title later in his run, but like Skeates does a really fun job with it.

With Jonah having peter come to the clubhouse to view an idea he came up with that involves the kids

Peter deals with typical spider-man things. That is trying to get a date with his ex Betty Bat. It goes about usual for peter

Also as you might have noticed, hilariously, Peter Porker looks a LOT like John Mulaney, despite having been created only one year after John was born. I mean he's also a talking pig but the hair is distractingly like his future voice actors and I love it.

Baby P decides to handle this like a mature, rational young swine

Before bemoaning that he's still single.. what I like is that Mellor both really gets how Peter Parker Mopey Rants work, and milks it with everyone starring not sure what to do as peter ineternally rants and the janitor eventually asking him to leave as he's getting his tears on the floor. Peter then reflects back to his origin, the reason we're here. And even for a talking pig.. peter's origin is hilaroiusly bizzare. It's my kind of weird shenanigans. Okay so in this version Peter.. was a spider, which is clever enough.. but May was a mad scientest who befriended peter and showed him her new invention: a fission powered hairdryer. It made her radoactive, it wasn't good.. and well... I can't say what happens next and have most of you belivie it actually happened so here's photographic evdience.

This.. this is comedy gold, and clever as all hell. Just deciding to have may be radioactive nad bite peter. It's as nuts as it is brilliant and I love it. So we get the standard origin moments of Peter testing out his powers.. and we also get a nice gag out of him bending a pipe in the original amazing fantasy #15

Peter returns to find may basically the dodering old lady sterotype she was in earlier spider-man comics, and decides to look after her and not tell her the truth, as well as put his powers to use. Peter's genius in this version is also from the bite and thus Spider-Ham is born

After running into flash thompsons counterpart, who sadly isn't named flash beagle, we get jonah's meeting where he's dressed himself and the boys up in superhero outfits and ...

To become Black Beagle and his beagle brigadeers. Peter is dragged along for this and this.. is easily the weakest part of the issue. While the idea of Jonah becoming a hero himself is great and has been used well, here it's just kinda there and is mostly a setup for them to befriend "Andy Warthog" and see a bunch of celebrity pastiches. It's a boring page or two

Thankfully it picks up with a delightful parody of one of my faviorite spider-man rogue as the Hobgobbler crashes the party! God bless this pun. He kidnaps one of the celebrties and we get a ncie character moment. Despite how silly this character and his origin are... it's still neat to see the core of spider-man.. is still present.

No matter the universe, no matter who wears the mask... they can't turn down responsiblity. Try as he might.. Peter just can't let someone else get hurt if he can help it and that's what makes spider-man the hero we love so much: that drive to help people no matter what it takes. It's what makes a spider-person what they are wethere they be man, woman, ham or nb.

So Peter naturally wins, in a nicely drawn fight, cooks the turkey and drive sJonah home. He WANTS to just get some deserved sleep but Aunt May has other plans.. thankfully said plans give our hero his much deserved happy ending. Action is already his reward.

As you can probably figure, this issue is a massive improvment and it's clear even with two diffrent writers, the full ongoing got the concept better and more importantly had more fun with it. The result.. is fucking great. Also the puns. Dear lord the puns. And that's not getting into the backup which has the scavengers fight kangaroo the conquerer. Who damn well better be among the council of kangs. At any rate this issue was greatr and even with the brief slowdown, is a great issue, not only getting me reintrested in this run, but also showing off just what you can do with a parody: have it be both heartfelt and clearly get what it's making fun of while still being great.

Next Time: The web ends as we look at the movie itself. Anyone can wear the mask but is one Miles Morales up to the task? Can he fill peter's shoes? Well yeah, I mean there's even a sequel, but it's still one hell of a ride.

#spider-man #peter porker #spider-ham #mary jane waterbuffalo #john mulaney #into the spider-verse #across the spider-verse

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no-gorms · 2 years ago

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Post EG AU-Steve and Bruce having a commiserate off, where at first Steve was trying to boost up Bruce, who just wants to wallow on his tropical island for a bit thanks, and Steve ends up being like, fuck it! and joins in

And while they off just voicing their frustrations it almost becomes a light hearted contest (like oohhh you worry you’ll outlive your friends? I’m probably going to outlive the end of the world, etc). And when they get to their live life Bruce is all, the first woman I fell in love with was the daughter of the man obsessed with locking me up and my most recent romance ended all weird and idk what’s happening now. And Steve’s like well, I made the love of my life/soulmate hate my guts thru my own choices and now barely talks to me unless it’s 100% necessary and I gotta live with that soooo

And Bruce is like, wait what? Peggy hated…? And Steve’s like, not Peggy. And changes the subject. And eventually Bruce relays this fact to Nat (as we’ve learned on She Hulk Bruce is a terrible gossip) because he’s so confused and then more Avengers get involved and they are trying to suss out who Steve is talking about until the shoe drops and they realize that it’s Tony

(Bonus for Tony being part of the huddle after a bit and does NOT catch on that it’s about him thanks to his Steve related emotional blinders and is like, why did everyone stop talking? What did we figure out???)

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Hohohoh, wouldn't be the first time that friendly banter got out of hand!

In the Avengers huddle when the penny drops, everyone falls into awkward silence and look at each other instead of Tony who gets increasingly annoyed that he missed the memo that APPARENTLY everyone got immediately, because it figures that all the OTHER Avengers know Steve better than Tony ever did or does, but what else is new?

Tony seethes to himself. He's a genius, he can figure this out, even if he doesn't really know who Steve's friends are outside of this superhero circle, let alone who Steve might've shown interest in romantically (more evidence that he and Steve weren't proper friends, ugh) and then oh, he remembers that one SHIELD agent, what was her name? Steve lost contact with her after she helped him with the Accords thing, right? Ha, no wonder she's pissed at him.

Feeling very pleased with himself for figuring it out, Tony says, "Well, if Steve wants to feel sorry for himself instead putting on his big boy pants and making things right, then that's his loss. Did he even try?"

"Uh," Bruce says. "I don't know?"

"Pathetic," Tony says. "Steve, backing down from a challenge? That's sad on multiple fronts, and he should be ashamed of himself."

"Tony, you're brilliant," Natasha says. "See, if any of us gave him a pep talk? Steve will just brush it off. A pep talk from you, though, that'd help."

"The hell would I do that?"

"He listens to you now," Clint says. "You have noticed."

"Yeah, I guess," says Tony, who kinda did but hasn't wanted to think about that too closely.

"You should tell him exactly that," Natasha says.

"What, that he's pathetic?" Tony asks.

"Yes!"

"Actually, that might not--" Bruce starts to say, but he's immediately shushed.

(follow up)

#scaramouche answers asks #anonymous #superhusbands for ts #long post

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misfortunelady69 · 4 months ago

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𖣘Flirting with the enemy 𖠄

Luna crossed her arms, tilting her head with a smirk of her own. "Mortal, huh? You sound pretty high and mighty for someone who just got Hulk-smashed into a fine Asgardian pancake.”

OC x platonic avengers.

Funny, random and illogical content.

The dust was settling over New York City, but the aftermath of the battle felt anything but calm. Broken buildings, streets littered with debris, and the distant wail of sirens filled the air. SHIELD agents and first responders were scattered around, working to restore order in the wake of the chaos caused by Loki and the Chitauri.

Luna, a SHIELD agent known for her unconventional methods and razor-sharp wit, strolled through the ruins with her hands casually stuffed into the pockets of her tactical pants. Her wild black hair was tied back in a messy bun, and she was whistling as if she hadn’t just helped fight off an alien invasion. She dodged agents barking orders and Avengers who were decompressing from the battle.

"Ah, the sweet smell of victory," she muttered to herself, eyeing the rubble with a smirk. “And maybe a little cosmic radiation. Eh, nothing a little coffee won’t fix.”

As she walked toward the wreckage of Stark Tower, she spotted him. Loki, in all his shackled glory, standing between Thor and a few SHIELD agents. His expression was calm, almost bored, as they prepared to cart him off to who knows where. Despite being bruised and beaten, he held onto his regal arrogance—shoulders straight, chin up, like a king awaiting his sentencing.

Luna’s eyes sparkled with mischief the moment she saw him.

“Well, well, well,” she muttered, a grin spreading across her face. “If it isn’t the god of mischief himself, looking a little worse for wear.”

Ignoring the glares of her fellow agents, she casually sauntered over to Loki, Thor shooting her a warning glance as she approached. “Agent Luna, this is not the time—”

“Oh, come on, Sparkles,” she interrupted Thor, her voice dripping with playful sass. “The guy just tried to take over the world and got his butt handed to him. He could use a little... cheering up.” She winked.

Loki’s eyes flickered with interest as she approached, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "And who, pray tell, is this mortal who dares approach me?"

Luna crossed her arms, tilting her head with a smirk of her own. "Mortal, huh? You sound pretty high and mighty for someone who just got Hulk-smashed into a fine Asgardian pancake.”

Thor, ever the responsible one, stepped forward. “Luna, this is not a joke. Loki is dangerous. He killed countless people today, tried to subjugate the Earth—”

“Blah, blah, blah.” Luna waved Thor off, leaning in slightly toward Loki, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Heard it all before. Murder, mayhem, chaos, yada yada. But look at him, Thor. Can’t you see how fabulous he is while doing it?”

Thor groaned, rubbing his temples, clearly having dealt with Luna’s antics before. “Agent, this is not the time for your... inappropriate humor.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, intrigued now, despite the bruises on his face and the shackles on his wrists. “Fabulous, you say?” His voice was low, silky, full of that dangerous charm that always kept people on edge. “I must admit, it is refreshing to hear some appreciation after such an unpleasant afternoon.”

“Oh, honey, I appreciate many things,” Luna quipped, taking a slow circle around Loki, eyeing him up and down. “Like that flowing cape? Very dramatic. The horns? Perfect accessory for world domination. And let’s not even talk about the cheekbones. Those could cut glass.”

Thor was glaring now, stepping between them as if shielding Loki from Luna’s unusual brand of flirtation. “Luna, this is serious. He just—”

“Relax, Point Break,” she interrupted again, patting Thor on the arm. “I know he’s a mass murderer and all that. You think I don’t get the memo? I work for SHIELD. But we’re in New York, and if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere, right?”

Thor just sighed in exasperation, glancing at the other Avengers, who were watching this exchange with varying degrees of disbelief and amusement.

Steve Rogers stepped forward, ever the symbol of righteousness. “Luna, he tried to enslave the world. Are you really—”

“Oh, Cap, don’t act like you haven’t noticed the guy’s jawline,” she shot back with a wink. “I’m just saying, if we’re all gonna be taken over by an alien god, at least it’s someone with style.”

Loki chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down most people’s spines, but Luna only grinned wider. “You seem to have a rare... appreciation for true power,” Loki drawled, his voice low and teasing.

“True power?” Luna feigned thinking about it for a moment, tapping her chin dramatically. “More like true pizzazz. You’ve got that whole ‘I’m-too-cool-for-your-puny-world’ thing going on, and I’m here for it.”

Natasha Romanoff, standing a few feet away, leaned toward Clint Barton. “Is she... seriously flirting with him right now?”

Clint shrugged, clearly entertained. “I mean... she’s not wrong about the cheekbones.”

Loki's smirk deepened as Luna came to stand directly in front of him, her hands resting on her hips. "Tell me, Lady Luna, do you make a habit of flirting with the enemies of your world?"

Luna shot him a wink. “Depends. Do all of them look like you? Because if so, I’ve got a long career ahead of me.”

Thor grunted, glaring at Loki now, clearly not pleased with how much his brother was enjoying this. “Luna, stop encouraging him. He’s dangerous.”

Luna shrugged. “Sure, he’s dangerous, but he’s also hot. The two aren’t mutually exclusive, you know.”

Steve groaned, running a hand down his face, while Tony Stark, who had been watching silently, finally chimed in. “You know, I’ve gotta say, as the guy who just had his tower demolished by this dude, I’m oddly fascinated by how this is playing out. Are we... allowing flirting with the war criminal now?”

Luna shot Tony a look. “I’m just keeping it professional, Stark. And by professional, I mean I’m enjoying the view while we decide where to lock him up.”

Tony chuckled. “Right, professional. Just as long as we’re all clear that he’s not exactly date material.”

“Oh, I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” Luna replied, waggling her eyebrows at Loki. “But if he’s into... ‘casual world domination,’ we could talk.”

Thor stepped forward, finally done with all the banter. “Enough. Loki is going back to Asgard to face justice.”

Luna put on an exaggerated pout. “Aw, does that mean I won’t get to interrogate him personally? I had a whole list of questions ready—like how he keeps his hair so shiny after a full day of mass destruction.”

Thor grabbed Loki by the arm and started to lead him away. “You will not be interrogating him.”

Loki, however, couldn’t resist one last parting word. “Perhaps, Lady Luna, in another time, we might have... collaborated.”

Luna gave a mock salute. “I’ll be waiting, Twinkle Toes. You know where to find me.”

As Loki and Thor disappeared into the distance, Luna crossed her arms and sighed dramatically. “Gods, I love my job.”

Steve looked at her, still in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yep,” Luna agreed, grinning. “And that’s why you all love me.”

#the avengers #loki fanfic #thor #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #mcu #fanfic #my writing #ao3 #natasha romanoff #oc #agents of shield #fypシ #random

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megamindsupremacy · 1 year ago

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ROUND TWO

A villain state of mind by mikkeneko

Written for the Norsekink prompt: "SHIELD has Loki in custody, with the gag on to keep him from spellcasting, but they don't really know what to DO with him. They can't give him food or water or attempt to interrogate him with the gag on, and they don't dare take it off. Their solution? Call in a telepath! But Charles Xavier may find more things in Loki's head than SHIELD bargained for…"

A different word for bad luck by iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid

Once again, death fails to stick to the God of Mischief.

As for Claire Temple, apparently even half an apocalypse isn't enough to prevent her from stumbling over another super-powered person that's been beaten half to hell and needs her help. This is starting to become a thing for her, isn't it?

Still. At least last time it wasn't a damn terrorist.

By land, by sea by dirigible

“I suppose that’s one good thing, at least.”

The child’s hums mid-drink. “Hm?”

“The branched timelines,” Loki clarifies. “There’s certainly one out there where he never gets pruned at all. Maybe he gets off the planet he isolated himself on, and he makes it back to… wherever his brother is.”

The child scoffs. “Yeah, it’ll only take a couple thousand years.”

Loki pauses.

It’s not so much an idea, really, just an inkling. At least until he takes the TemPad out of his pocket, staring down at the little device and tapping his fingers against it as he thinks. He’d only brought it as a means of escape, should he ever gather his strength enough to be willing to head back to the TVA and fix any of this, but…

“Well, maybe not.” (Or, Loki and Kid Loki decide to honor the old man by giving him a better future. It ends up being exactly what they both needed.)

Memento Mori by GwendolynStacy

Of the many people capable of carrying the fate of the universe on their shoulders by travelling back in time, Loki would have been the first choice of exactly nobody. With no allies, no plan and nobody on his side, Loki will just have to wing it.

Or: That awkward moment when you've completed your redemption arc, but nobody else got the memo.

Burden of Care by PsychoLynx

In a world where Thor is left alone after Love and Thunder, Loki, God of Stories, reaches out. Maybe, he can help more than just his brother find family again.

the only soul I've ever saved by valkyreisms

Heimdall uses the last of his strength to send the both the Hulk and Loki's body flying through space, but only Bruce Banner lands on Earth. After the defeat of Thanos, the reverse of the snap, and the beginnings of rebuilding, Thor thinks Loki's body lost among the stars.

Six months later, he lands in Queens.

do not stand at my grave and weep by thecrownlessqueen

Thanos is here. It’s time to see how good of a liar Loki can really be.

-- Or in which Loki fakes his death, and the space stone, and the future changes.

Loki-centric fic recs

Fix it by laeveteinn

“You vs. those self-righteous Avengers … how would you like to win? But not just there! You can kill Thanos! You want the Infinity Gauntlet? Yours. Throne of Asgard? No problem.”

When Miss Minutes offers Loki and Sylvie a happier timeline, they accept.

Missed me? By rlybro

The final step of bringing down the TVA is by far Loki’s favourite one: catalyse the branching of the multiverse by messing up the Sacred Timeline.

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Featuring: Confused Avengers, multiple Gods of Mischief, soft reunions, and one ex-bureaucratic agent who’s just going along for the ride.

The Collectible by lizardbeth

Loki lets himself fall at the Bifrost, thinking (hoping) death will follow. But death doesn't come - instead, it's much worse, as he's sold to the Collection of Taneleer Tivan. A telepathic hound becomes his companion in suffering, but their luck is about to change.

Monstrous purpose by Duce_gemini

"What a prison I will make of you." Caught in the machinations of a powerful being that is entirely too interested in his "destiny", Loki is cast to Earth and stripped of his power, his magic, and even his voice. Adopted by one of the pitiful ants, a street child named Book, Loki struggles to adjust to his new "prison" while trying to uncover exactly who this power is that has banished him and why it is so interested in the fate he glimpsed while falling in the void between worlds. And without his powers, it is only a matter of time before either his not-brother and his self-righteous friends discover him....or the Chitauri do. (Post Avengers/ Pre-TDW)

Half a league onward by lise

When it becomes clear that the Hulk can't beat Thanos, Heimdall sends him to Earth. But he doesn't send him alone.

Or, the one where Loki is going to avenge his brother, and/or die trying.

Mistakes made (and corrected) by adreamer67

In a different universe, Hela rebelled sooner. In a different universe, Hela Odinsdottir seduced Laufey with promises of power and convinced him to attack Midgard. In a different universe, Hela got pregnant, and didn't want to be. In a different universe, Hela left her newborn son for dead and went to face her father.

In a different universe, Loki Helajarson is two hundred and fifty years older than Thor. Let's see what happens.

(Aka my retelling of Thor I and the Avengers, but Loki is the oldest because I say so)

#marvel fic recs #fic recs

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starkinternalaffairs · 8 years ago

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Can people please stop sending me blankets and pillows, neither me or Hulk want a 'snuggle pile' Dr Bruce Banner, R&D

HULK DEMAND MORE BLANKIE TRIBUTE Dr Bruce Banner, R&D HULK

#bruce banner #hulk #avengers #marvel #iron man #Stark Industries #stark memos #hulk's first memo #congrats #i feel we should get him a cupcake or something

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kurosukii · 3 years ago

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𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: having an internship in the promotions division of japan’s volleyball association is hectic, but your cat-eyed and mischievous boss makes it worth it.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, abuse of authority, age gap, sleazy kuroo (he says ‘pop your cherry’ PLS), coercion, corruption, virginity loss, pet names (kitten), mentions of drug/alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, slight pussy job, praise, biting, nipple play, fingering, creampie, cumplay

word count: 3.6k

author’s note: for yuli babe’s @anime-nymph firsts collab! thanks for letting me join! i missed writing for my first boyfriend hehe <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

no beta we fall like heroes LMAO

[9:25 AM]

they were right when they said you’ll experience a lot of ‘firsts’ in college (if you hadn’t experienced it in high school). the first hit of the joint, first shot of vodka, first heartbreak, first time having sex.

and yet here you are in your last year of college, cherry still intact and pristine. you’ve done all the other stuff a college student would have done, except for the sexual exploits.

but who could blame you? the sexual experiences—which are closer to horror stories—that your friends tell you is enough for you to lock your pussy in a chastity belt forever.

college boys are not it, you decided. luckily, you weren't victimized by their cheap colognes and even cheaper pick-up lines, you had your hands and trusty vibrator after all.

being swamped with final projects and applications for internships was also a good distraction. you weren’t expecting much eye candy anyway, and you doubt that there would be a man who would ignite the ‘flames of desire’, as your friends so eloquently put it, in you.

as it turns out, you were so wrong.

“see me in my office in five minutes. i’d like to discuss something with you.”

the clicking of your fingers on the keyboard stops as your eyes slowly look up from the monitor towards the smirking man standing before you.

kuroo tetsurou was nothing you imagined your boss to be like. when you applied as an intern, you expected a man with a beer gut accompanied by an airy attitude of a has-been or a sulking man who didn’t get drafted, effectively ruining his dreams of being a professional athlete.

but no, the heavens just had to grace you with an attractive, well-groomed, and hulking 6’5 of a man who just happened to be your boss; a man who also has the power to decide if you’re eligible for graduating.

seeing him was the first time you felt the desire stirring in your gut, squirming uncomfortably in your pencil skirt whenever the smoky scent of his aftershave would waft around the office.

kuroo clears his throat, one eyebrow raising as his lips stretch into a thin line at your lack of response. he fiddles with the lapels of his suit jacket, silently watching you underneath his lashes as you scramble for a reply.

“y-yes, kuroo-san! i’ll s-see you in a while!” you reply, voice shaking as your body heats up from his honey gaze. kuroo’s smirk grows wider, winking at you before he stalks off to his office, nodding at the other interns and employees watching the exchange.

as soon as the double doors to his office close, the clicking of keys resumes, along with shameless whispers of what the boss would want to discuss with you.

what did he want to discuss with you?

five minutes pass and you begin the dreaded walk to his office, not minding the whispers and barely hidden envy of your colleagues.

your mind racks up all the possible topics of discussion: you filed the reports assigned to you, personally delivered the memos to—

“come in.”

huh, guess you knocked on the smooth wood of the door amidst your ramblings. you take a deep breath and turn the knob, hearing his cheery voice as you enter his spacious and sleek office.

years and years of service to the association has clearly benefited him, looking like a ceo with all the monochrome colors accentuated by streaks of red furniture and decorations.

he rises from his luxurious chair, suit jacket draped over the back of it as he gestures for you to take a seat on the plush, blood red couch. you definitely don’t miss the way his tanned and muscular forearms contrast nicely against the white fabric of his dress shirt.

your heart’s thudding harshly in your chest as your nervousness begins to plague you, will he reprimand you? you’ve done all your tasks diligently and efficiently, surely he’s not the cliché nice on the outside, terrible on the inside kind of boss, is he?

“relax, i’m not here to scold you or anything,” he chuckles, joining you on the couch. he’s a little too close for comfort but you don’t mind, his warmth is a comforting presence in the fast-paced environment you find yourself in.

“you’re here because i’d like to reward you.”

you’re thankful that you were only reaching for the glass of water he was offering you, because you would’ve done a spit take if you had taken a sip. kuroo laughs at your reaction, gold eyes twinkling in amusement.

“my bad, didn’t realize that it would sound inappropriate,” he says, but he doesn’t look sorry at all. in fact, his eyes suddenly have a hidden gleam to them. “but i’m serious, you’re doing a good job. my best intern, to be frank.”

his praise at your stellar performance goes straight to your core, making your thighs subtly rub together to alleviate the growing discomfort between your legs. but nothing passes kuroo’s sharp gaze—he has you, a sweet inexperienced intern, wrapped around his finger, softly purring like a feline basking in the warm sun.

his voice becomes huskier as his large hand rests on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his palm making your stomach flutter with desire.

this is wrong, you think but make no move to stop him from leaning closer, his scent invading your senses as his hot breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes threaten to close, almost giving in to the slow and gentle rubbing of his hand until you feel his teeth nibble on the column of your throat.

“kuroo-san, i—” you protest, attempting to remove his hand from your thigh but his grip only tightens, stopping you mid-sentence as his other hand cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb.

“shh, call me tetsu when we’re alone, kitten.”

his soft whisper against your neck, along with the new pet name, makes your eyes grow wide as alarm bells ring in your head with the situation taking an unexpected turn.

you can’t help but shiver though, the low timbre of his voice sending tingles all throughout your body as he continues to mark and kiss your neck. no, you have to get yourself under control, you have to strengthen your resolve.

he’s your boss for christ’s sake, someone old enough to be your uncle—a hot uncle. but still, he should know better.

“t-this is unprofessional, kuroo-san. i will—” you squeak, but you’re quickly silenced by kuroo rubbing your lower lip sensually with his thumb. “you’ll what? tattle on me? don’t think you actually want to, kitten.”

“you clearly like this,” he whispers sultrily, emphasizing his point when his hands and lips lazily drag across your supple skin. “you like it when i rub your thighs, nip at your pretty neck…”

“you’re melting in my arms, my sweet girl.”

his skilled seduction breaks your resolve, warm lips and soft fingertips earning a desperate moan out of your throat. you feel lightheaded, the air in the room becoming stuffy as you breathe heavily.

kuroo smirks at your burning cheeks and heaving chest, satisfied with how desperate and wanton you look. he doesn’t waste a second in claiming your lips, smirking at your surprised squeal.

your eyes close on their own accord as kuroo expertly maneuvers your body, pushing you until you’re lying on the lush cushions of the sofa. muffled moans and pants leave you as you tug on his messy black hair, kissing him like a starved woman—which you most definitely are.

he becomes even more shameless as he grinds on you, hard cock digging into your covered pussy as you kiss each other sloppily, spit and saliva mixing. kuroo matches your pleased sounds with his own, low groans leaving him as his touch ignites tingles on every part of your body.

he tastes sweet, like bubblegum candy, but you don’t have more time to appreciate it because his hands are slipping under your skirt, bunching them up to your waist as he reveals your damp panties to his hungry gaze.

planting one last kiss on your mouth, kuroo pulls away as his hands slowly drop from your waist down to your thighs, spreading them wide as if he’s presenting you like a gift before him. eyes glazing over, he boldly stares at the wet patch on the thin fabric that perfectly outlines your folds.

kuroo licks his lips slowly, making you shiver at how predatory he looks. like a frightened kitten, you whimper and squirm. your movements make kuroo groan when he notices fresh slick gushing out of your cunt.

“won’t you let me touch your pretty pussy?”

you immediately gasp at the crude words coming out of his mouth, eyes fluttering at the vision of his fingers driving deep in your cunt. kuroo chuckles at your reaction, making you sport a doe-eyed expression, pupils blown wide with unbridled desire at the picture it paints in your head.

nodding vigorously, you bite your lower lip as his fingers reach out to rub your slit through your panties. to hell with this being unethical, you think but your train of thought gets interrupted when you moan at his warm touch, throwing your head back on the sofa.

the realization that he'll be the first man who’s going to touch you so intimately dawns on you like a bucket of ice-cold water, but it's not like you’re complaining—he clearly knows what he’s doing.

so you let him take the lead, leaving him to draw lazy circles on your clothed clit. deciding that he’s teased you enough, kuroo swiftly pulls your panties to the side and starts touching your bare skin. you cry out at the new sensation, his thumb steadily drawing circles on your clit as you whine and squirm under his touch.

kuroo is entranced—he’s never encountered a woman who’s as responsive as you. you’re a hot mess, nipples clearly poking through your blouse, lips swollen from the kissing, and wide eyes just begging to be touched, to be filled.

the idea of you being inexperienced has definitely crossed his mind and judging by your reaction, he’s near to confirming his suspicions. his dirty thoughts of you make his cock throb; you’re a sweet intern, not knowing that she’s entered the lion’s den.

kuroo shakes his head, knowing that he stalled long enough. without warning, he inserts two fingers into your quivering cunt, making you moan loudly and shout his name.

“tetsu—!” you whine as both of your hands scramble to hold his forearms. he gives an experimental roll of his wrist, eliciting more cries from you. kuroo’s cock twitches in his pants. “oh? so you like that? you’re so damn tight, kitten. mind showing me how you play with this cute little cunt?”

his fingers are thicker and longer than yours, reaching far deeper than you could ever go. he’s definitely more skilled too, unlike your shy and fumbling fingers.

but who are you to resist the boss’s orders?

you give an ample squeeze to his forearms, your hips rolling on their own volition. clearly, your body is more adept at searching for pleasure than your mind. so you sigh and close your eyes, succumbing to him.

“c-curl your f-fingers, please,” you request after a few moments. “like this?” kuroo asks, eyes flashing when you jerk and moan loudly. you instinctively squeeze around his digits, feeling them curl inside your wet walls.

your grip tightens on his forearms as you follow the motions of his fingers, hips rolling and jerking as your toes curl in your heels.

“yeah, just like that. fuck my fingers, kitten. shit, you’re so beautiful.”

you keen at his praise, moaning loudly when kuroo reaches for your blouse, tearing the fabric and making the buttons fly everywhere to reveal your bra-clad breasts.

“you expect me to resist a sweet young thing like you? tsk, i’m only a man,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear as he fucks you with his fingers. his other hand pulls down the cups of your bra, revealing your hardened nipples to his predatory gaze.

loud squelching noises accompany your pleasured moans and squirming. kuroo’s warm and large calloused hand feels so hot on your tits, his skilled fingers twisting and rubbing your sensitive nipples.

you can feel the juices sliding down your ass, ruining his once pristine couch. your legs begin to tremble as you feel the tell-tale sign of your incoming orgasm.

your toes curl in your heels, mindlessly chanting kuroo’s name as your eyes well up with tears, body overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re receiving.

if this is how you’re reacting to his fingers, then you can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if his cock is the one plunging in and out of you.

“t-tetsu, f-fuck, i’m gonna cum—!” you wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum with a loud cry of his name. your feet are practically cramping in your heels, legs trembling as the powerful orgasm courses through your body.

kuroo groans at your fluttering cunt, wet walls sucking his fingers in as you desperately try to come down from your high.

“strutting around in your tight little skirt just makes me want to have a taste.”

he hisses, pulling his dripping fingers out as he puts them in his mouth, eyes closing as he groans at your taste spreading on his tongue. he makes quick work of his pants, tugging his underwear down until his cock springs free. it bobs against his abs and your eyes widen at his length and girth.

you’re not backing out, no, you’re far too excited and ready to have him, but he’s just so...big.

“i-i’m a virgin, tetsu…” you say nervously, biting your lip as your fingers fiddle with your rumpled skirt. his dick twitches as his eyes practically glow with hunger. he’ll be the first man to ruin you? fuck your slick and warm pussy?

“fuck, kitten. my cock will be the only thing you’ll ever want after i’m done with you.”

kuroo says, his voice strained as his wet fingers stroke his cock until more beads of pre-cum falls from his slit. he was right, you’re as inexperienced as they come and he can’t wait to fuck you.

“you want me to pop your cherry, hm?” he coos, knuckles nuzzling against your cheek. your throat bobs as you try to ease the lump that’s stuck in it, the words he said are crude but you can’t help but shiver at what's about to happen.

you look up at him with a pleading expression on your face, cheeks burning with a thin sheen of sweat as kuroo’s body looms over you. the heat from his cock makes you squirm in anticipation, your small whimpers filling his office.

your breath catches in your throat when you feel the weight of his length rub between your folds. a loud whine escapes from you when the tip of his cock nudges against your clit, kuroo’s hold on his shaft tightening the more he rubs himself between your lower lips.

“just a little more, kitten—god damn,” he chokes out, teeth biting his lip as he suppresses the urge to hastily thrust inside your virgin cunt. you’re so wet and warm, making him sigh dreamily at the slick that’s coating his shaft.

just like when he fingered you, kuroo doesn’t give any warning when his cock hovers over your pussy as his large hand guides himself, breaching past the tight ring of muscle. your hands immediately scramble to grip something, anything, just so you can have an anchor for suddenly taking him.

your hand squeezes the cushions of the sofa while the other holds the back of your knee, spreading you open for him. your whimpers and moans reach kuroo’s ears, making his eyes flutter as half of his cock rests snugly inside of you.

the stretch stings, but it's quickly soothed when kuroo’s thumb presses on your clit. he draws lazy circles on the bud, making you gush out more juices to ease his entrance. your bare chest heaves at the added stimulation, causing your breasts to sway slightly.

you’re so tight that it’s actually making him dizzy and see stars. kuroo exhales heavily, willing himself not to prematurely blow his load into you like a teenage boy, especially when only half of his length is inside your cunt.

your lower lip is so swollen with how much you’re biting it; your eyes are hazy and foggy as the feeling of him stretching you is the sole thing in your mind.

only when the entire length of his cock bottoms inside of you does he allow himself to make a sound—and he sounds so sexy.

kuroo moans, biting his lip as he hangs his head down, honey gaze watching your glossy eyes, breasts rising and falling as you breathe heavily from having something so big inside of you.

this is nothing compared to your fingers and the vibrators you’re accustomed to. this one is hot and heavy and pulsing, riddled with veins that deliciously throb against your walls.

kuroo starts to move, eliciting pleasured cries from both of you. fuck, he needs to get his shit together before he embarrasses himself.

he slowly pulls out until only his tip remains inside, giving you a few seconds of reprieve before he quickly thrusts back in. his bright eyes go round at the way you and your tits jolt, your mouth forming into the perfect ‘o’ when you moan at his thrust.

kuroo instantly finds himself addicted. the heat finally gets to him and he frantically pries open his dress shirt until the buttons pop off with the strain, revealing his chiseled abs glistening with sweat.

his hands hold your waist, lifting your ass off the couch as he rests you on his lap before resuming his quick and deep thrusts. the new angle hits your sweet spot directly and you’re instantly reduced to a moaning and whimpering mess.

you cup your bouncing tits, your fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples as your moans turn broken from kuroo’s thrusts. muttered and incoherent words fall from your lips as his balls smack against your ass, the loud slaps of skin meeting skin echoing in the office.

the both of you are a sight to behold—your blouse unbuttoned, kuroo’s abs clenching as he thrusts inside of you, your tits bouncing with every powerful movement he makes.

it’s a scene taken directly out of a porno and you would definitely be embarrassed at how cliché it is, how easy you were if it weren’t for the expert movements of kuroo’s hips and witty tongue dishing out dirty remarks that have your cheeks flaming.

you can't think of anything else but the feeling of his cock driving into you again and again, along with his hands that are simultaneously gripping your hips and tweaking one of your nipples, you’re a goner.

“want me to go faster? harder?” he grunts, not waiting for your reply as the strength of his thrusts increase, his abs clenching from how tightly you’re squeezing him. “fuck i can do this all day.”

“w-where should i—shit, you’re so tight—fuck you next, huh?” he stutters, thoughts of you having sex on table, chair, against the wall, and any other solid surface has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

just like him, you can’t resist temptation. you’d let him fuck you anywhere he wants to.

“fuck, i’m close,” he growls, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he feels his balls tighten, preparing for his impending release. his grip on your waist tightens while his hand on your nipples travel down your body, until he’s playing with your pulsing clit once more.

“m-me too, tetsu, oh my god,” you wail, legs trembling as your back arches, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. your hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, having the unobscured view of kuroo’s pelvis bumping into you.

“where do you want my cum, kitten?”

“i-inside m-me please!” you cry loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him further into you. you’re on birth control anyway and you don't want to be separated—not even for a bit because he feels so good.

kuroo’s loud groan of your name followed by the thick and hot ropes of cum spilling into you triggers your orgasm as well. high pitched whines of his name coming from your throat as your nails scratch his forearms, pussy fluttering around his cock as your cum mixes with his.

the soft thrusts of his hips make your mixed juices spill out of you, dribbling along the crevice of your ass as it drips on the sofa below you. kuroo hisses, large hands squeezing your waist as he empties the remnants of his load inside your overflowing pussy.

his chest heaves with every exhale he makes. the exhaustion finally catches up to him, causing him to crouch over you and make you squeak at his weight. he chuckles weakly, supporting himself with his shaking arms as he messily kisses you.

“your pussy’s the tightest i’ve ever fucked, baby.”

his husky voice whispers against you, tongue slipping out to boldly lick your swollen lips. his dick jerks and you squeak when you realize he’s still inside of you.

you’re about to tell him to pull out but a timid knock rings through the room, making you immediately remember where you are.

a panicked expression replaces the blissful one, your hooded eyes instantly widening, but kuroo doesn't pay it any mind, opting to bite your lower lip and dragging it out until he lets the sensitive skin go.

he lifts himself up for a bit so his hand can reach your mouth, his thumb rubbing the area he just bit as he smirks at the dumbfounded expression on your sweaty face.

“i’m going to have to make it a habit of rewarding you, kitten.”

[10:07 AM]

#firsts.collab #hqintheclub #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader smut #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu kuroo #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou scenario #kuroo scenarios #[ 🁣 ] – jul scribbles #[ 𓃠 ] – nekoma

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chanfictions · 3 years ago

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Kisame and 13 — "This guy bothering you?"

This is some strange, modern, underground rave AU that I now cannot unsee or unsmell and definitely didn’t plan when I outlined this shit. Hidan is a total dick, and Kisame is wearing the world's tightest t-shirt. I don't know what fucking happened. It got away from me. Just roll with it.

Lucky

Love Game - Lucky - Lucky Pt. 2 - Love Game Pt. 2 - Lucky Pt. 3

Kisame + Prompt #13 "This guy bothering you?"

Warnings: yandere-ish themes, Hidan being Hidan, stalking, alcohol, violence/fights, blood

Kisame x Reader

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Deep hums of square-wave bass rolled through Kisame's chest as he scanned the sea of flashing faces bobbing to the hellish beat buzzing through the speakers nestled in the walls at the front of the dirty, sticky, all-too-crowded dance floor on which he currently stood with crossed arms and a sour scowl stretched across his mouth. The strobing lights and colorful special effects, not to mention the overpowering scent of way too many hot, sweaty bodies crammed into one area was just so goddamn distracting – especially when he had a job to do.

Party people – drunken dancers wearing too many glowsticks and grungy misfits of varying walks of life gathered in this dingy underground for the unique music scene and the other dubious dealings that often happened on the leather couches in the back – and that was what brought Kisame here in the first place. The hired help, the muscle – Kisame was among other things security for the evening for a particularly paranoid performer that would be going live on stage in the next half an hour or so. He had been charged with doing sweeps of the floor, sniffing out the imagined threats that the little pyro insisted existed before he would set foot on stage.

He sighed to himself in annoyance. At least this was an easy enough task.

The crowd was clean, relatively speaking at least, and nothing of interest had been left in the open that would be cause for concern, so Kisame situated his hulking frame in its too-tight shirt on a stool at the bar for a moment, nodding to the man with orange hair and a face dotted with metal for a glass of water. As he brought it to his lips, he turned an ear to the quiet argument happening a few seats away.

"Hidan, seriously – leave me alone," you growled as you twisted yourself out from under the uncomfortable drape of your very slimy ex-something's arm around your shoulders. A lock of his glossy, slicked back hair fell into his stupid, attractive – punchable – face, and all you wanted to do was fucking deck him. But Hidan was Hidan, and a fistfight was foreplay as far as he was concerned. You just didn't need that shit tonight.

"Aw, come on," he grinned wolfishly, watching with an intense, unblinking focus as you toed around your stool and snatched your drink with an angry huff. He called after you over the hum of the music as you stomped away from him to disappear into the crowd. "Admit it, cupcake – you fuckin' miss me!"

You did not, in fact, miss Hidan in any sense of the word. He just wasn't getting the memo, or had casually thrown it away without bothering to read it.

Kisame's mouth pulled into a tight line, eyes narrowing on the back of Hidan's head as he watched the leather-jacketed douchebag nonchalantly slither after a very uninterested woman through the crowd. While you weren't exactly on his list of targets to watch for the evening, the little exchange he witnessed left an uncomfortable knot in his chest. The way that scumball stalked after you like a predator, following your movements from a distance made the hair on Kisame's neck stand on end. The hulking giant had good instincts about this sort of thing, as that was precisely what landed him his current job, and his instincts told him to keep an eye on Hidan.

Just as Kisame decided he was going to quietly stalk your stalker, the overhead lights began to dim, and the rhythm-drunk masses hummed with bated breath. When the bright, crackling sparks that would announce the coming of the headliner he had been placating tonight began fizzling at the corners of the stage, the crowd rolled into a frenzied roar, calling the maniac's name as the spotlights and fog back-lit his lanky silhouette.

"DEI-DA-RA! DEI-DA-RA! DEI-DA-RA!" They chanted in unison, summoning the grinning demon on his podium as he raised his hands and ascended into the air, displaying the trademark, tattooed tongues on his palms that made the masses go fucking wild.

Deidara took his place at the console with a smug smile and a flick of his long, blond hair, sighing happily into his mic as he looked down at the screaming faces below. "Do you know what true art is?" He purred into his headset, whipping the already tempestuous dancers into chaos as he queued up the first hypnotic beat that would entrance his adoring fans. "True art is…" Cheering fists punched into the sky as Deidara took a deep breath, dropped the lights and the bass in the pyrotechnic display of a lifetime. "AN EXPLOSION!"

You squinted at the searing flash as the mess of writhing bodies swarmed like bees and lost themselves to the thudding music, clutching your vibrating glass as the red, strobing lights and heart-stopping bass all but distorted reality around you. The hairs on your arms stood on end as you squeezed through the sweaty throngs of people, looking for a corner to press your back into so that you could at least try to enjoy the show. But the nagging voice in the back of your head screamed over the roar of the synthesized beat that something wicked this way comes.

The voice in your head was right.

"Shit," Kisame cursed under his breath, glancing at the stage and then back into the sea of bodies, realizing that he lost sight of both you and the grinning beast that was hunting you in the screaming dark. His pulse pounded in his ears over the blaring noise masquerading as music as his narrowed gaze scanned the beat-drunk mess of stop-motion faces throwing themselves into the cacophonous abyss. His very bad feeling swelled rapidly into a sense of second-hand, impending doom. Kisame knew all too well that events like these were the perfect cover for chaos. He had seen it enough times to trust the barbed wire tumbleweed churning in his gut. The way Hidan looked at you as you snarled and stomped away was inhuman. Monstrous. Predatory. People like him unabashedly wore their bad intentions on their sleeve. People like him spelled trouble.

The giant shoved his way through the moshing crowd, elbowing through the waves of dancing thralls with ease, using his height to his advantage to look for the big, bad wolf hiding in the herd of psychedelic sheep. Deidara would have a king-sized shit-fit if someone died at one of his shows again, as that would mean another investigation and a potential stop to his grand tour. The little psycho wouldn't stand for his art to be sullied by the likes of local laws or regulations – or so Kisame told himself.

Where the fuck is she?

You took a long swallow of your watery drink, clicking your teeth painfully against the glass as some asshole bashed into your hip and damn near knocked you over in a fit of heated dancing. You stumbled over your feet, trying to catch yourself before you were trampled by the raucous crowd. A long, wiry arm caught you around the waist before you hit the deck and pulled you back up into a nauseating embrace that stunk of whiskey and stale cigarettes as a low voice hummed into your head from behind.

"Careful, cupcake."

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Good thing I was here, eh?" He murmured in your ear with a twisted smirk, tightening his arm around you like a noose.

"Oh, fuck you," you snarled as you attempted to turn around and extract yourself from Hidan's bruising grip, intent on jabbing him in the ribs with a pointed elbow. You froze mid-swing and sucked in a horrified gasp, your blood running cold as you saw a flash of silver and felt the bite of a blade against your throat.

"Now would be a very good time to apologize to me and admit what a big fucking mistake you made when you left."

All you wanted to do was scream, but the sound died somewhere in your chest as the tip of his knife drew a dark red bead from your sweat-slicked skin.

"Now, be a good girl and drop the glass you're thinking about smashing into my face before I make a fucking mess out of you on the dance floor," he cooed cruelly against your temple with a vicious smile, swaying mockingly with your trapped form to the raging beat as he dug the edge of the knife into the soft flesh beneath your jaw.

The chilling venom in his tone raised nauseating goosebumps along your arms as you swallowed the desert in your mouth and pressed your head back into his shoulder in an effort to gain some relief from the razor edge of his switchblade. "H-hidan, this isn't funny," you choked out in a broken whisper.

"That's because I'm not fucking joking, princess," he hissed.

Hot tears stung in the corners of your eyes as the glass in your hand slipped through your fingers and tumbled downward, spilling what was left of your drink on your shoes and exploding into sparkling shards that vibrated in time with the deafening beat when it struck the floor between your feet. A lowly murmured threat under the weight of the painful lyrics blaring in the background left your heart shuddering to a stop as a horrifying realization ripped open a sucking void in your chest.

He's going to kill me when our song is over.

The length of that single song felt like an eternity for Kisame as he scoured the sea of nameless faces for something familiar, snarling to himself as the hazy smoke from the booming pyrotechnics made the already difficult task seem nigh impossible. Too many people. Too much movement. It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

And that's when an unusual sight caught his eye. Facing away from the stage was a familiar looking, studded leather jacket, swaying just out of time with the throbbing beat of the window-rattling bass. Another pair of stiff, shaking legs stood between the figure's, and between those legs was a pile of broken glass.

Even if it wasn't the girl he was looking for, someone was definitely not having a good night. After a quick buzz into his radio with his location and a mention that he was about to get his hands dirty, Kisame cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders as he approached the scene from another angle. As he got closer, it became clear that there was no need for the playful grin and customary "is this guy bothering you, darlin'?'' he typically offered to distressed looking patrons before caving someone's face in with a bar stool. Tangled up in that monster's arms was – you – the pretty girl from the bar, completely frozen in fear with a face streaked in tears stained red by the strobing lights and a glittering blade cutting a dark line into your neck. That was all Kisame needed to see to decide that Hidan's brain would be of more use splattered on the pavement than in his head.

With his lips pulled into a menacing grin, Kisame snatched Hidan by one leather-clad shoulder and spun him around, ripping the knife away from your throat in one swift motion.

"What the fuck, asshole–"

It was then that Hidan made the grave error of taking the first swing.

You nearly choked on your own tongue and stumbled forward until you collided with a wall, eyes wide and watering as you spun around and clamped a hand down over the painful, burning gash Hidan had torn across your neck before a stranger spun him away from you. Your heart pounded into your throat, making your head spin as the beating, crimson lights made the vicious, rather one sided grudge match happening between your ex and some mystery mountain of a man look like a scene out of a horror movie. A wide, toothy grin shone monstrously in the bloody flashes of lighting, making your savior appear more like some demon from the deep than a human being as he pummeled the ever-living shit out of a Hidan that just didn't know when to stay down. Their screaming and grunts and the tell-tale bone-crunching sounds of a passionate fist fight were drowned out by the rowdy beat. All you could see were stop-motion flashes of Hidan getting his ass handed to him before being hauled out by another uniformed monster dressed like the one who came to your aid.

It took a few long moments and gushes of blood between your fingers for you to realize that you weren't actually dead. It took several more for you to realize that the goliath of a man who just smashed Hidan into a pulp was now crouched in front of you, looking rather concerned and trying to get your attention. You just wondered how you ended up on the floor.

"Hey, darlin' – look at me," Kisame rasped over the deep hum of the music, moving into your line of sight in an effort to get you to focus on him. "You good?"

You just blinked with a vacant expression, lifting your trembling hand from your neck as you stared blankly at the liquid painting your entire hand red.

Kisame's eyes narrowed, now getting a whiff of the blood starting to stain your shirt. Without thinking, he snatched your hand and pressed it back over the wound before hauling you up to your feet. "Come on. Let's get you outta here."

You could barely hear the stranger's low, rumbling voice over the deafening beat, let alone your own thoughts to try to make sense of what just happened. Your heart was still in your mouth. Your cheeks were still needling with static. And now, you were suddenly tucked under the protective arm of this beast of a man who appeared out of thin fucking air, being led across the club toward one of the side doors emblazoned with the bright white warning of Employees Only.

It made you wonder for a moment if Hidan had actually killed you, and these were just the misfirings of your dying brain as you bled out on the floor to Deidara's spicy cover of Paint It Black.

Kisame pulled you along with him into the nauseatingly bright lights and closed the door behind him with his foot – his hand still clamped over yours as he led you through the little hallway into an area that almost looked like a lounge. "Here, sit down," he gruffed, eyeing the slightly confused, shell shocked expression painted over your clammy face. You mechanically parked yourself on the couch now positioned behind your knees while the hulk cautiously let go of your neck and got up to go rummage through a nearby cabinet. He left a few bloody handprints behind before he sat in front of you on a coffee table and popped open a first aid kit in his lap. "What's your name, darlin'?"

You swallowed hard, finding your mouth now uncomfortably dry when you opened it and answered him. The stark white, buzzing fluorescent light that flooded the room made this all seem so surreal. You wanted to thank him but the words stalled in your mouth as you gazed down at the blood all over his hand. The only sound you could get to come out of your mouth was, "You?"

"Kisame," he rasped with a crooked smile as he opened a packet of gauze. Carefully lifting your hand away from your neck, that smile pulled into a grimace. "Damn, he got you good. You're probably gonna need stitches," he muttered, pressing the wad down over the wound.

"Just slap some tape on it. It'll be fine," you mumbled, not particularly wanting to deal with ambulances or emergency rooms tonight.

"Anyone I can call? Got a friend here with you maybe?" Kind eyes were focused worriedly on you – the same eyes that had been so wild with bloodlust only a few minutes ago.

You just shook your head, lost in your own thoughts for a moment. Now that the adrenaline had begun to fade, a black, gnashing pit formed in your stomach as you realized just how close Hidan had come to slitting your throat. "Nope."

"Tape isn't gonna cut it," Kisame declared after taking another look at the mess.

"Not going to the ER," you stated definitively, staring blankly at a wet spot on your ruined shoes.

After taking one more look at the gash, Kisame gingerly took your wrist to press your hand over the wad of cloth and pulsing ache on your neck. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

With a silent nod, you kept your eyes locked on the floor, watching Kisame's booted feet shuffle slightly as he stood and turned before walking away from where you were seated. Your head swam with wild thoughts and tangents of worry, trying to figure out what the hell you should do now. Hidan wasn't one to just go quietly into the night. The tarry bog of worry in your stomach began to churn and fester as you came to terms with the fact that your little problem wasn't just going to go away.

"Hey, Kakuzu, you back here?" Kisame's voice grew more distant as he called around a corner from the other side of the room and you stewed in your thoughts.

"The hell is going on, Hoshigaki?" A gravelly voice rumbled loudly from the back, only to quiet slightly as it engaged in a brief conversation that you couldn't quite make out over the mess yammering in your head.

You lifted your head as an older man in a black, form-fitting button up shirt sporting a messy bun emerged from around the corner with a white metal box in hand and Kisame at his side. A myriad of tattoos littered his exposed forearms. It took several long moments for you to realize that you had seen him before – the irritated looking man with an intimidating aura was Kakuzu, the club's owner. You were fairly certain you had had a few drinks with him once. He stared at you critically, face knotted into a scowl as he growled to himself and peeled back the bloody cloth you were still holding to your neck.

"If you want me to fix this instead of going to the goddamn hospital like a reasonable person, I don't want to hear any whining about how much it hurts," he said sharply, glaring down with intense, emerald eyes that made the knot in your stomach worse.

"Not a peep," you breathed through your teeth, turning your head to let him take a look. Now, you realized that some of the marks on his arms you originally thought were tattoos were scars and fresh stitches that he had probably done himself.

Kisame stood to the side with crossed arms as Kakuzu rumbled with a low sound of discontent and opened the kit in his lap. It took all of your self control to not flinch as he gripped your jaw with a calloused hand and hooked a curved needle into your skin to begin pulling the wound closed. "You're lucky this wasn't any deeper," Kakuzu growled.

Your breath caught in your throat as the nauseating sensation of thread sliding through your skin made you dig your nails into your knees and tried to make light of the situation to keep your shit together. "Either Kisame has good timing or Hidan was just fucking with me."

The giant's mouth twisted in concern at how casually you made that remark as he watched you struggle to maintain your composure while Kakuzu worked. "Don't think that guy is gonna be bothering you again."

"Hidan's a fucking cockroach," you laughed weakly, swallowing the sickening saliva pooling under your tongue. "That immortal dickhead probably just dusted himself off and is halfway to my apartment by now."

"I… doubt that," Kisame stated after a pause, carefully omitting the fact that his partner likely hadn't just tossed Hidan out onto the street without giving him another few reasons to not come back.

"You don't know Hidan," you breathed grimly, sucking in a pained breath as Kakuzu hooked the needle into your flesh again.

"I know the guy who threw him out, though," Kisame answered with a smirk.

You didn't argue with that and just held your breath through the stomach-churning sensation as the club's owner finished sewing you back up like a sock. When you heard the metallic click of scissors and felt Kakuzu tape a clean bandage over the now closed wound, you felt like you could finally exhale. "Thanks," you croaked, finally opening your eyes again.

Kakuzu just grunted in response, still with annoyance knotted over his face as he put his supplies back away and stood up. "Get her out of here before she attracts more trouble," he sniped to Kisame over his shoulder, eyeing you for a moment before vanishing back into his office.

After the door closed, Kisame took a seat next to you on the couch as you sighed and buried your face in your hands. "Want me to call you a cab or something?"

"I really don't want to go home," you choked out after a thick swallow.

Something about the way you said that just made Kisame's chest ache as he regarded you carefully and rested his elbows on his knees. "If you're still worried about that Hidan guy coming after you, you can crash at my place tonight."

Heat flooded your cheeks as you picked up your head and blinked at him in confusion. "Sorry, what?"

"I didn't mean that to come off as creepy," Kisame faltered.

"It's not that… just – you don't even know me. Why put yourself out for a stranger with a stabby ex?" Twisting your knuckles in your lap, you gazed over at him again, unsure of his intentions. The ever-present, nagging voice that usually told you to run for the hills was strangely silent, and that just confused you further.

"I kicked the shit out of him once already. You think I wouldn't do it again?" Kisame teased with a crooked smile in an effort to lighten your mood.

"So, you're a knight in shining armor and mister fucking perfect?" You laughed dryly, looking up at the ceiling for a moment with a tightening throat and unexpectedly teary lashes as you struggled to contain the flood of emotion you had been stuffing.

A deep, rumbling chuckle resonated from Kisame's chest as he gave your hair a light pat and rose to his feet. "You might want to wait on calling me that until after you see the mess that is my apartment."

"If a messy apartment is what you're deeming a fatal character flaw, I stand by what I said," you snorted with a hoarse laugh.

Kisame just smirked playfully and thumbed your cheek to wipe away a damp line of tears that had fallen during your little exchange before offering you an outstretched hand. "Come on, girlie. Let's go."

#naruto x reader #naruto imagines #kisame x reader #kisame imagines #akatsuki x reader #hidan #deidara #kakuzu #naruto fanfiction #kisame fanfiction #ask games with chan #chanfictions

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lauscanis · 1 year ago

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These things waste no time.

Black Beast uses Ruinous Thorns [Roll: 2-1= 1; -1HP, Marni 9/10HP]

Marni yelps as vines lunge at her, coming from nowhere and yet everywhere all at once. Thorns catch on the scraps of fabric that the arena has afforded her, draw thin lines of crimson on her arms, her cheek. She crushes one under her heel, teeth gritted.

"What's the deal? Geez, someone get these damn plants under contr-oh."

It's not towards her that the things crawl, but Marni realizes rather quickly why nobody else had seemed quite as eager to complain about the vines as her. Four hulking creatures descend upon her allies, knocking them about as if they weigh no more than dolls.

She watches with wide eyes, unable to look away. First that weird guy, then Emblem Eirika, then-

Nausea hits her like a wave. Time seems to slow as the body of a pegasus streaks white towards the grown, wings gone still and rider knocked from its back. She flinches at the thud as it hits the ground, tries rather helplessly to think of anything other than what might have become of that boy.

Swallowing the bile in her throat, Marni turns towards what she still can save.

Marni 9/10HP heals Azama 0.5/10HP with Physic [Roll: 13; +4, Azama 4.5/10HP]

"So, about that thanks from earlier..."

There's not really a whole lot of time for it, though. Those ugly beasts are far from satisfied. She waves a hand. "Just save it for the end-!"

But the arena hasn't given her a weapon this time. Instead, all she's got is a pair of gloves that radiate with some sort of magic. Sheesh, did they not get the memo that magic is totally not her thing at all?

Whatever. She can punch something, at least. That part's easy. All she needs is a target...

Hands of Fate roll: [3] Giant Crawler

Bingo!

Marni 9/10HP hits Giant Crawler 7/10HP with Nepenthe Gloves [Roll: 9-2 = 7; -2.5, Giant Crawler 4.5/10HP. Barrier does not proc.] Giant Crawler is inflicted with -2 res for 1 turn. Marni 9/10HP hits Giant Crawler 4.5/10HP with Nepenthe Gloves [Roll: 11-2 = 9; -4.5, Giant Crawler 2/10HP. Barrier does not proc.] Giant Crawler has been defeated!

It's her turn to lunge now. The thing hisses at her, but whatever magic is in those gloves seems to be quite effective. Marni steps back, shaking out her hands with a grin.

"Now that's how it's done! Did... anybody see that?"

plus two, skip, reverse back to me

[team 7 silver round]

#♡ . ┊ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 — plus two skip reverse #toaarena2023fall #♡ ˚· (　alcryst　).#♡ ˚· (　azama　).#♡ ˚· (　eirika　).#♡ ˚· (　naesala　).

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arabellamonkey · 2 years ago

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Steve and Tony are in the new relationship honeymoon phase, and the rest of the team are giving them (loving) shit for how goopy they are being. They start ragging on Steve like, soooo you love Tony how much? Would you fight the Hulk for him? dumb questions like that.

And then Sam asks, if you could marry Tony only tomorrow and no other day, how would you make the wedding happen on such short notice-and you can’t use Tony’s money or your celebrity- go. And Steve describes this beautiful (perhaps too ambitious and elaborate on such short hypothetical notice) wedding and Tony sighs sleepily and says that sounds wonderful before falling asleep and being carried to bed by Steve

And so Steve wakes up at 3:30 am the next day, drags Sam and Bucky out of bed to come with him because “Tony clearly wants to get married like I described yesterday and we HAVE to make it happen TODAY” and refuses to listen to his BFFs as they both try and talk him down from this spontaneous marriage 4 months into dating, and also reluctantly help.

(Shenanigans ensue, disaster strikes several times, comprises are made, creative solutions are found. And Tony says yes and the wedding is wonderful)

omg anon i love this idea so much!!! when I read it I immediately started writing something based on it and let me tell you, this was the funniest thing to write! I've barely written anything in the last month, and this was just so much fun to get back into writing fic! also, I think this is my first fic written from a perspective that's neither steve's nor tony's 🤭🤭

A wedding by surprise

also on ao3

When Sam and Bucky start making fun of their friends’ relationship, they don’t expect anything more than just having a good time and maybe watching Steve and Tony flush over dinner. Seriously, nothing else. It starts simply enough, with Bucky catching both of them snuggling in the kitchen instead of paying attention to their dinner. That in itself shouldn’t have been a big deal except for the fact that tonight they’re both on kitchen duty, a duty they seem to have just forgotten.

Not even the slight burnt smell is enough to burst their happy bubble as Steve’s big hands surround Tony’s small waist, bending over the petite man to whisper something against his neck. Something that has Tony giggling. Whether that laughter is because of whatever Steve’s saying or just due to his beard scratching his neck, Bucky doesn’t know.

The burning smell grows thicker by the second, and that’s not enough to get their attention.

Bucky’s snicker is, though. A snicker that turns into a loud laugh as he exits the kitchen and announces loudly, making sure the two of them get the memo: “We’re having take-out, guys. Courtesy of our two lovebirds and their need to snuggle even in front of our dinner!”

“Buck!” Steve groans as Tony giggles unapologetically behind him. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Steve?” Sam says cheerily with his phone already in hand. “It’s not him that just burned out our dinner.”

“We didn’t—“

“Oh, but we did,” Tony interrupts him, still giggling. “We totally did.”

The way Steve’s expression softens when he sees his boyfriend laughing is just too much. Too much for Bucky not to have some fun over it.

“Look at that, Sam,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at the pair with a grin. “Those two are so goopy.”

When he sees the flush climbing both their necks, he exchanges a quick glance with Sam and decides that night is going to be quite funny. They might not get to eat Steve’s mama's famous mac and cheese recipe, but they might get something else in exchange.

Something a lot funnier.

***

It takes the delivery service barely twenty minutes to arrive, and in barely half an hour they’re sitting on the couch with pizza boxes in their laps and the floor. Neither Clint nor Nat seem to be bothered by the change of plans, and Bruce doesn’t say anything despite it being clear how much he wants to say they had pizza just a few days ago. And Thor is always happy to eat pretty much anything, so there’s that.

Some nights they turn on the TV and watch some movie or another, but tonight they just chat while having dinner.

None of them has had time to eat their first slide when Steve gets one and offers it to Tony who, instead of just taking it and eating it, leans forward and takes a bite after another with a small smile. The way Steve’s expression softens is just too much, and Sam seems to think the same as Bucky because he’s the first one to talk: “Man, you two are so gone for each other it’s almost ridiculous.”

While Tony giggles and doesn’t even bother denying it, Steve turns to look at Sam and, lifting his chin defiantly, says, “yes, and?”

“Ohhh,” Bucky says mid-laughter. “Look at that, Sam! He’s so in love he’s willing to defend his boyfriend from the worst of threats: jokes!”

Tony and everyone else in the room are looking at them with amusement, but Steve doesn’t notice, as he is too focused on Bucky and Sam, who are having the time of their lives.

“Yes, of course I am,” he says defiantly.

“What? In love or willing to fight for him?” Sam asks feigning innocence.

“Both,” Steve says earning everyone’s snickers and Tony’s “aw, my hero” as he leans towards him and gives him a brief kiss on the cheeks.

“You heard that? He’s willing to fight us, Sam.” Bucky says with a grin.

“Ah, but that’s as if I said I’m willing to fight a fly for you, Buck.” Sam says, trying very hard to keep his laugh at bay. “The thing is, would he be willing to fight the Hulk for Tony’s honor?”

“Hey!” Bruce says, pretending to be offended while stuffing his mouth full of pizza to hide his laughter.

At the same time, Steve says, “I’d do anything for Tony, even that.”

That prompts Tony to snuggle closer to him. Steve lifts his arm to surround him with it. Tony closes his eyes with his head resting on Steve’s neck and smiles, clearly enjoying himself as Sam and Bucky keep asking question after question, each one crazier than the previous one. It’s clear Sam’s surprised by Steve’s stubbornness, which amuses Bucky almost more than Steve’s stubbornness in itself. They reach a point where Bucky’s just watching as Sam keeps on asking question after question, expecting to reach a point where Steve finally snaps and admits there’s something he wouldn’t do, not even for Tony.

As time passes, it becomes clearer and clearer that Steve would do pretty much anything if he thinks it would a) keep Tony safe, b) make him happy or c) both.

“Okay, okay, I got it!” Sam says almost an hour later, when there’s no trace of pizza in the boxes and half of the Avengers are almost asleep, Tony included. Steve and Sam are wide awake, though. “You're always saying you want it to be perfect when you finally tie the knot, right? The best wedding one can imagine and all that shit."

“Right,” Tony answers for Steve, who's too busy flushing even more.

“Right, so. If you could marry Tony only tomorrow —if you don’t do it tomorrow you won’t be able to do it ever—, how would you make that wedding happen? And you can’t use Tony’s money or take advantage of being an Avenger!”

This is it, Bucky thinks. There’s no way he’s going to sacrifice his perfect plans that easily.

“I would try to get all of you, Pepper, Rhodey and the Howling Commandoes to come to the tower as quickly as possible, and I'd ask Pepper to officiate since she's the only one that has the credentials,” Steve says, simply enough. “I’d just decorate the rooftop as well as I could, buying all of Tony’s favorite flowers with my savings, and I’d cook the lunch myself. If it’s me and Tony and all our loved ones, it would be worth it.”

Tony, whose eyes are closed and whose head is resting in the crook of Steve’s neck, sighs deeply and mutters: “That sounds great.”

The next sound to come out of his mouth is a soft snore, which even Sam and Bucky must admit is the cutest thing. They stop giving shit to Steve at that moment, since Steve’s answer has proven them wrong and even they can admit defeat as they watch their friend carry his petite boyfriend to their bedroom with soft eyes.

Bucky feels a sudden pressure on his flesh arm and, when he looks down, he finds Sam resting his head against his shoulder and batting his eyelashes in his direction. “Would you make me such a cute wedding, hm?”

This time it’s Bucky’s time to flush and splutter.

“Of course.”

***

Bucky is sleeping like a god with his arms around Sam’s body, his head hidden in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck as he feels his chest rising and falling under his hand. Then, he registers a sudden presence, something out of place. Before he can reposition himself so he’s between Sam and the door, he feels a warm hand on his arm.

When he turns, he finds himself facing Steve’s face, almost hidden in the shadows.

“Fuck!” He whispers, waking Sam up, who looks up with hazy eyes and a confused expression. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Did you guys see Tony’s expression when I said how I’d make that wedding happen? Because I did.”

Bucky and Sam share stunned looks that turn into accusatory ones quickly enough. Why the hell did you have to ask them that? Don’t look at me, it’s your crazy best friend that has just woken us up at 3:30 in the morning! He’s your friend too, you idiot!

Steve, who’s never been one to keep up with Bucky’s and Sam’s silent conversations, keeps going like nothing: “I’ve been thinking about it and I think I want to do it. No, scratch that. I know I want to.”

“That’s great, man,” Sam says, yawning. “Why don’t you go back to bed and we’ll go for a ring in the morning?”

“No, no ring. I just want to marry him tomorrow. It feels right.”

Sam and Bucky stare at him in silence for a couple of seconds before trying to dissuade their friend from doing such a thing.

It works so well, twenty minutes later they’re both dressed and helping their idiot friend organize an improvised wedding. They try to get the idea out of Steve’s head multiple times during the night, speaking about how he surely wants more people to attend the wedding, and about how much better the wedding would be if he spent lots of money on it, but they make such a bad job at it, the next morning they’re both wearing tuxedos as Tony says yes when Pepper asks whether he wants to spend the rest of his life with Steve.

“Hey, Buck?” Sam whispers to him when Pepper says Steve can kiss his groom.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks with a soft, tired smile in place. To anyone that looks closely enough, it’s obvious they’ve barely slept tonight.

“What I said yesterday? Forget it. You either ask me with a ring or don’t bother asking at all. Unlike our friend there, I have standards and a sleeping schedule to keep.”

When Peter snaps the photo of the two grooms kissing —both wearing white suits, wide smiles and kissing each other as if it were their last kiss—, Bucky’s head is thrown backward mid-laughter as Sam gives him a knowing look.

#stony #stevetony #stony fic #stevetony fic #my fic #my writing #ask #ari answers #prompt

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tatooinequeeen · 2 years ago

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Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

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Triggers: consensual choking, breath play and light bondage

Chapter Two: Call Out My Name

The way Love rolled off his tongue made you practically come undone. Did you have any business kissing Ghost in your kitchen with your mutual best friend innocently watching Bake Off in your living room? No, certainly not. But damn if you wouldn't do it again in a heartbeat.

You lean against your closed front door in a daydream of emotions and wild desire. You don’t know him from Adam but you want to God you want to. You can’t even get his number without further involving Soap and that’s the last thing you want to do. He will no doubt give you a colorful verbal lashing later, especially with your track record in the romance department. He’s had his work cut out for him with your dating history and your staggering lack of good judgment when it comes to men. No wonder you wanted the hulking man that wears a skull mask, Soap should’ve known better! But what if this one is different, obviously Soap thinks he’s a good guy and their dynamic made you feel comfortable and safe which is always a positive thing…right?

You’re still lost in thought, moving throughout the house in your nighttime routine when your phone vibrates on the counter. The first thing you notice upon unlocking the screen is that Soap has texted you three times and there is a message from an unknown number. Your heart gallops in your chest, hoping against hope it’s him.

Unknown Number: I really wish I could stop thinking about you, it’s distracting and I’m meant to be focused.

A blush warms your face and your smile could light up an entire stadium.

Soap: Against my better judgment I’m giving Ghost your number

Soap: He’s a good guy, but you’re my number one girl, kid

Soap: Gah, don’t make me regret this

You shoot a text to Soap thanking him and asking him not to worry, all the while trying to come up with something witty to send Ghost, eventually deciding cute honesty is the way to go.

You: I could say the same to you, I don’t have to be focused but I’ve nearly run into the coffee table twice since you left :)

You don’t expect him to text back immediately, especially if they’re in a brief like Soap mentioned when they left but his reply is prompt enough to suggest he wants to talk to you as badly as you do him.

Ghost: Sounds like you’re unsteady again, too bad I’m not there

A flush of heat rushes through your body at that, the memory of how his hands felt on your bare skin and the way his body felt against yours.

You: Too bad indeed, who knows what will happen to me now

Ghost: Distracting woman

You: I think you need a distracting woman in your life, Simon

Screw being coy, you want him. He wants you, you’re going to pursue this with vigor.

Ghost: Fuck, say my name again

You: Would you rather hear it?”

Ghost: Yes

You queue up a voice memo and use your sexiest voice, breathy and sensual. And when Ghost replies you have to sit down on the couch to slow your racing heart.

Ghost: Leave a key under your doormat for me tonight

You: Done, don’t leave me waiting

That’s when the panic hits, yeah it was easy and hot earlier when it was spontaneous but now you have who knows how long until he’s back here? You know exactly where this sexy teasing is going and while you’re more than ready now you have time to overthink and be nervous. You decide to turn out all the lights and take a hot shower. This kind of situation calls for lingerie and soft fragrant skin. After all the prep work is done and you have calmed down just a little, you let the ambiance of your room lit by a candle on your dresser set the mood and lie on your bed. You float between checking your social media apps, all the while trying not to think about Ghost too much.

You don’t even realize you’ve dozed off into a light sleep until you feel a tender caress on your face.

Your eyes flutter open and had you not been thinking about that mask all night, he probably would’ve startled you. But it’s him and the piercing brown eyes that capture yours set you immediately at ease. They’re so beautiful, you almost voice that to him but he speaks first. “I’m sorry I took so long, Soap was being a pain in the ass and asking questions he already knew the answers to.” The rasping British accent sends a thrill through you and he must see how he affects you because he laughs lightly. You sit up and lean your cheek into his palm, reaching to place your hand over his. It’s then that you realize that you’re in nothing but your purple Honey Birdette lace bra and thong. He gives you no time at all to feel embarrassed, his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck as he leans over you, pressing you back into the pillows behind you. Your hands go to his chest, feeling how mouthwateringly hard his muscles are and waiting for what he does next. You’re happy to let him lead, hoping that he will discover and nurture all the kinks you keep hidden. If there’s any man who would do that, you’re sure it’s Ghost.

Your voice is barely audible when you ask “Should I close my eyes now?” His grip tightens on the back of your neck while his other hand traces a path from your hip to your ribcage. You feel small, delicate even and delirious in the silence. “Not this time, love.” The anticipation of seeing him without the mask nearly chokes you. He leans back and uses the hand that had been drawing circles on your ribs to tip the mask off.

In the candlelight you see Simon Riley for the first time and this time you really do choke.

He’s so handsome in a rugged, no nonsense kind of way that you almost want to weep. Just as you felt in the kitchen he has a rash of stubble that would turn into a beard if he let it, and the fullest plush lips that somehow just make him that much more appealing. He tosses the mask to the other side of the bed, his attention never leaving your face. He has black face paint around his eyes giving him a cat burglar type of look but he pulls it off. You reach up and run your thumb through it, smudging it across his sculpted cheek bone. Your slow exploration has your desire at an all time high and it crackles between you two like potent electricity. You close the distance between you and stop just a breath away from kissing him to simply say, “Thank you for trusting me, Simon.” You feel his body tense against yours and you swear you hear a low growl in his throat when his name rolls off your tongue.

Ghost surges forward to connect with you in a kiss that detonates any illusion of control you had. You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue, tasting you in a way that has your back arching into his hold. He slides his hands down to your hips and positions you under him so he can straddle you. He’s so much bigger than you which makes this that much more delicious. He tastes like spearmint gum, sharp and sweet at the same time. You writhe a little in his hands and he nips your bottom lip in punishment. “Fuck, I had no idea you’d be waiting for me like this.” You smile against him, thrilled by the way he sounds so undone. “It would appear you’re overdressed.” He laughs as he moves his lips across your jaw to your neck where he sinks his teeth into the junction between your shoulder and your collarbone. Your gasp fades into a moan as he strokes the tender skin with his tongue, soothing the bite.

How did he know you love to be bitten?

You reach down to tug at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin needing to feel his skin against yours. He allows you to strip it off him but stops you before you can go to work on his belt. You blow out a frustrated breath that melts into a breathy noise as he descends down your body, placing kisses and nips on your breasts, your stomach and finally on your inner thigh. Your harsh panting is the only sound in the room and you fear how loud you’ll get when he reaches his destination. Almost reverently he hooks your thong and slides it down your legs, letting it dangle from one foot before resuming his sensual assault. When he reaches the apex of your thighs you do something you’ve wanted to do since you had that moment in the kitchen. You sink a hand into his thick raven hair and he leans into your caress. You lock eyes in a moment, saturated in desire and he licks his lips before he dips down to taste you. The hand you have in his hair tightens as he runs the flat of his tongue through your folds, working your clit in a way you have never felt before. He uses a hand to lift your hips to his greedy mouth and uses the finger of the other to enter you. “Jesus, you’re tight.” You have no words, only breathy moans in response as he works you with his mouth and finger. He inserts another and curls them to hit the perfect spot that has you reeling into an orgasm. It snuck up on you with an intensity to steal your breath away. “Oh my God,” you breathe as he leans his cheek against your inner thigh and looks up at you with his toffee eyes burning. “You taste like heaven, baby.” You can’t help smiling down at him, blushing softly. He just blew your mind and now he’s being sweet? He slinks up your body to kiss you, kicking off his pants as he goes until he’s towering over you, causing your body to flush with suspense.

He grips both your hands in one of his, a testament to how small you are in his embrace and uses his other hand to cup your jaw, teasing a thumb over your lower lip. “You need to tell me if I hurt you at any point, love.” You nod quickly, ready to feel all of him. He positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his precum through your slick folds, the thick head of him circling your clit enough to take you right to the edge once more. “Please, Simon, please,” you beg. You watch his eyes flash and then he's sliding into you. You moan deeply as he stretches you, going slowly enough to drive you into a frenzy. His grip tightens on your wrists and you writhe beneath him uncontrollably. Your walls flutter around him and he groans deep in his throat, a sexy baritone that you could never get enough of. He hits the end of you in an exhale that you share, he’s so big that it hurts in the most tantalizing way. You rock your hips and he closes his eyes briefly before they’re back on yours. He takes his free hand and rests it against your throat, gently collaring you. “I want to hear you, baby. Tell me what you want.” You swallow down any inhibition, it has no room in this space between you. “I want you to fuck me, fuck me right into this mattress until there’s no telling where I stop and you begin. I want you to imprint yourself on me in a way I’ll never be able to get rid of.”

Have you ever said something so bold before?

Ghost rocks his hips into you and your eyes roll back at the burst of pleasure. “God, you’re everything. I’m going to make you mine in the most primal way.” He moves back and then he's slamming back into you, all pretense and cation thrown to the wind. You rock up into the headboard with the force of your thrust and a moan sounding like his name explodes out of your throat. He creates a steady driving rhythm that makes good on everything you asked of him. He strokes your g-spot, angles in deeper until you’re sure he’s going to hurt you but it’s only never ending pleasure, especially when his hand tightens around your throat ever so slightly. He leans down to kiss your parted lips and lick inside your mouth, fucking you every way he can. The hand holding your wrists disappears and you’re left gripping a pillow as he pounds into you. Then he’s expertly rubbing your clit, an orgasm immediately at his fingertips. He rocks into you twice more and the way he touches you sends you flying over a cliff of ecstasy into another climax. With your walls spasming around him, he speeds up until you have no choice but to hold onto him as he claims you. His thrusts grow erratic and he drops his head into the crook of your neck as he moans your name, filling you with his release.

You run a hand lightly down his back as you both come down from the high, breathing in your combined scent, a heady feeling. He nuzzles your neck and you giggle lightly, his stubble creating a yummy friction against your skin. His lips press a kiss to your throat where you were not so long ago wearing his hand as a necklace before he gets up and goes to the bathroom. You lay there absolutely dazed and sated when he comes back and cleans you up with a warm washcloth. You have never been so thoroughly cared for, in sexual gratification or in the aftermath. He doesn’t take long before he’s climbing back into bed and pulling you under the sheets with him. You settle back into him with his hand wrapped protectively around your stomach. You sigh in contentment, safe and satiated in his arms.

As you fall asleep you feel the gentle press of his lips on your shoulder and think if you aren’t careful you’re going to fall in love with this man.

Note from Tatooinequeen: I TOLD YOU HE’S SWEET 🥹

#call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #female reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty fluff #simon ghost riley fanfic #ghost fanfiction

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charliedawn · 4 years ago

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How would they react if you were to marry someone else? (Warning : I love writing sad stories)

" I'm so happy for you. I hope that you'll have the best life together. You deserve it."

He smiles and pretends that it doesn't hurt him as much as it really does. After having spent so many times doing it, faking perfect happiness has become easy for him. He loves you, he always loved you..but now, he has to see you at the arm of another man/woman and it takes all of his willpower not to cry. He knows he can't do anything, but he still wishes that you would see..see how much he cares and would do anything to be that person by your side. But, he will not be as selfish as to tell you how he truly feels. He wants you to be happy. He thought Peggy would be the only person that he would ever want to see smile everyday, but that was before he met you. He wants you to be happy, this is why he doesn't want to be selfish and deprave you of that wonderful smile by actually saying how he truly feels. However, when the music starts and you don't find your husband/wife anywhere, he decides to step up. He stands in front of you with a gentle smile and a welcoming hand.

" May I ?"

You smile back and nod in agreement before taking his hand. You start waltzing and many people leave the way, as if they know..they know that this man is the one you should have married. Unfortunately, it seems that you hadn't gotten the memo in time, as you were the only one who understood too late..But what hurts the most ? It is that he seems genuinely happy for you. That smile tortures you. He wipes your tears away, tears that you hadn't felt rolling down your cheeks. He smiles again and you close your eyes, everything to stop looking at that smile..Suddenly, you feel someone tapping your shoulder. You open your eyes wide to see your husband/wife that addresses you a soft smile before glaring at Steve that glares right back. He crosses his arms, but finally says with a stern warning.

" If you hurt her/him..I will hurt you."

He simply states before turning around and walking away. You look at him walking away and can't help but chuckle as you remember something that Tony had said long ago.

" That is America's a**"

Your husband/wife looks at you with widened eyes, as if you had gone crazy and it only makes you laugh harder. Maybe you had ?

" This is quite the ceremony..In my 107 years on this planet, I don't remember ever being invited to a wedding."

"Too bad that my first had to be yours", he wants to add, but he had promised himself to behave today. He sits down and hangs his head low, not finding the strength to look at you again. He is afraid of what he'll find there..worse of all, he doesn't want to see pity..Nothing is worse than pity. Because, he knows he doesn't deserve it. However, your hand appears in his peripheral vision and he is forced to look up at you.

" Bucky Barnes, may I have this dance ?"

You ask and his eyes widen in surprise, looking around for your husband/wife to intervene. But, you're alone for now and he takes your hand. You yank him out of his seat and he finds himself smiling as you laugh when you both nearly fall under his weight.

" Come on, Barnes. Help me here. Get up !"

He laughs before finally getting up and you smile before dancing with him. At some point, you tenderly get some locks out of his face behind his ear and he grazes his lips over the top of your hand, a simple kiss that has more meaning than everything you had experienced so far. However, your husband/wife arrives and shatters the moment by taking your hand for a dance. Bucky has just the time to whisper something in the shell of your ear that makes you feel cold to the bone.

" I lost.."

He simply says, staring right at you with tears in his eyes and a small sorrowful smile. He feels terrible and knows that if he had acted sooner, you would have been his. But, he waited too long. He doesn't want to let you go without you knowing what he feels about you. He lost..He will never be the man who you will run to in your darkest moments, he would always remain Bucky, the best friend. You look at him, he looks back at you and you know..You know what those words mean. You smile sadly. Maybe..It could have been. But, it is too late now, and Bucky knows it. He smiles back too with tears rolling down his cheeks that he quickly wipes away. Nobody understands in the room, not even your husband/wife, but you do. You do. And, that's enough for him.

Many thought Tony was crying because he was moved, little did they know..Tony Stark was crying because he hadn't realized until you showed up in your wedding dress how much of an idiot he had been for not acting sooner. He could convince himself and others that he was a genius..but at that moment, he felt like the dumbest of them all. He wants to be that person that is holding your hand and kisses you gently while you exchange rings. He thought he had time, even when you said that you were getting engaged..He thought it wouldn't last. He had even tried to pay the man/woman to leave you alone. But, it is over now. He knows that there is no turning back. You're gone..and you would never be his. This is why the great Tony Stark was crying. However, he forces himself to smile now and laughs as he stands up to make a toast.

" I guess it's my turn. To Y/N L/N, the woman/man that is always willing to go the extra mile. The heart of the team. The person that always sees the bright side in people. You are one of a kind and nothing less than special. My only regret, is to have not noticed it sooner.."

He smiles at you and chuckles before raising his glass.

" I wish you nothing than what you deserve. Happiness. Happiness for now and forever."

You smile and raise your glass as well. The music soon plays and your husband/wife takes you hand to have the first dance. However, somebody else grabs it first and you turn around to see Tony that winks cheekily to your partner.

" Too slow. Don't worry, I may borrow you lovely bride/groom for five minutes, but you'll have them for the rest of your life."

You smile as your partner reluctantly lets you go. You follow Tony that succeeds in surprising you with his moves. He notices and chuckles.

" Didn't know I had moves like that, huh? Guess I can still surprise you.."

You shake your head and laugh while arking an eyebrow at him.

" Surprised that you know how to dance ? Nah. I've seen worse. In fact, I'm surprised you didn't crash my wedding with an helicopter screaming "I object !" before kidnapping me. Ah.."

The scene is so detailed that Tony wonders if you had imagined it, wished it even ?

" Would you have followed me ?"

He asks seriously, in a almost hopeful voice and you smile, almost dreamily, but your answer is as serious as his question.

" To Hell and back.."

Another proof that Tony Stark is an idiot: he had thought of it. He had thought of crashing your wedding and carrying you bridal style out of this downright ridiculous wedding..but he had hesitated. He is about to tell you that the alternative is still possible when he sees your husband/wife making their way to you. He closes his mouth. He has no right to take you away from them. He smiles one last time before kissing your forehead.

" Go back to your prince/princess, sweetheart..They deserve you the most."

" I'm fine..I'm fine."

He says to whoever asks him, so much that he starts actually believing it. However, it is another story when he sees you walk the aisle and can't help but have a lump in his throat as he contains his tears. Here you are, as beautiful and surreal as the first day he met you. Your kindness radiating from you so much that it almost hurts him to see how perfect you are. He wants to chase those thoughts from his head, he wants to stop loving you..But he can't. Just one look at you, and he knows that he is not fine. He is far from fine. His other half wants to get out an rip the man/woman that dared take you away from him, but he won't let him. He is not a monster, and he won't allow you to see him as anything else than nice inoffensive little Dr Banner, especially today. It is killing him to see you with such a smile that seems so genuine. To think that it is supposed to be your happiest day, and it is his worst. It only gets worse when you ask him to be your first dance..He is not a good dancer, he knows it. But, for once, he'll go beyond his safe zone and let you bring him to stand up and dance with you. Thankfully, you mostly take the lead and go slowly. He doesn't know what to say, so he just stays silent, admiring you. You look up at him and he can't help but smile back. Soon, the song is over and he opens his mouth to finally admit what he has always felt for you. But, other words come out.

" Congrats, Y/N..I'm happy for you."

Lies. Lies. He is not happy, he is miserable. But, he won't admit it, not when you smile at him and embrace him tightly like that..He finds that he has trouble to breathe. He knows that Hulk wouldn't let him, but he truly feels as if he is dying. He forces himself to smile as you take a step back and walk towards another guest. He follows you with his eyes before walking away. He should have known, who would ever want a monster like him ?

" You have a mighty warrior by your side. The best of them all. Be sure to make them happy and Y/N? I wish you many great adventures and..and.."

For once, the great Thor is lost for words. He is happy for you, but something in his chest burns. He should be happy as it is a joyous moment, but he can only fix his cup with uncertainty. You are one of his best friends..He should be happy for you, the words of encouragement and congratulations should flow from his mouth. Thor is not one to pass on good wine, but still, he is as sober as he ever remembers himself being. He can't drink, his lips are parched, and still..He feels as if he is drowning. He glances at you and sees the same uncertainty in your eyes.

" I love you.."

The words get out before he can ever register them and the whole assembly falls silent at his confession. Both you and your partner open your eyes wide in shock at his confession. You are about to say something when Thor starts laughing and shakes his head.

" I love you as a brother/sister and I wish you all the best that this world has to offer !"

The whole assembly seems to buy his last minute addition, including your partner that seems to relax beside you. But, you are no fool. You've spend enough time with the North god to know when he is lying. However, you don't know what you would have said, you were so eager to respond..but in truth ? You don't have a clue on what the good answer would have been. You stand up and face Thor that seems taken aback when you take him by the hand to the dancefloor. When you're sure that nobody would overhear your conversation, you whisper.

" What the heck were you thinking ?! Confessing like that today?! Out of any days?!"

He wants to deny, but he only lowers his head in shame.

" Forgive me, my friend..I shouldn't have said anything. It was selfish on my behalf. Forget I ever said anything. I wasn't thinking straight, too much wine.."

He quickly adds at the end, hoping that you would buy this excuse. For a moment, your eyes seem to scan his face for any clue that he was lying..But then, for a second, he sees a glimpse of disappointment that quickly disappears, replaced by a smile.

" I see.. No worries. Everyone makes mistakes."

You finally say before walking away. His heart tightens as he watches you leave, going back to him/her. That person that he shall never be..He forces himself to stay stoic in front of the many guests that wanted to talk to him, but he can't help to steal quick glances at your beauty, from afar. Thor is not one to cry, he is a hero, heroes don't cry. But, he can't help but shed a few tears as he knows that this is what he will ever be allowed to do now, steal glimpses at your infinite beauty that blinds him every single time. Funny, he always thought that Asgard was the most resplendent thing in the galaxy..guess he was wrong.

He wouldn't come. He can't. He is a mess since the day you told him. He would stay locked up in his room and only follow the ceremony on a TV screen.

" It could have been me..It should have been me !"

He screams before punching the screen and finally leaning down on his bed. He cover his eyes with his hands to hide his tears from the world. He dreamt of the day you would be dressed in the most beautiful silks, but for him.

" Oh my sweet..To think that those tears of joy are not for me to admire..Tell me, if I had had the courage to ask you ? Would you have said yes, little Midgardian ?"

He asks the broken TV screen wistfully and laughs humorlessly before looking at his shaking hands. Suddenly, he closes them into fists and screams at the top of his lungs, he screams his regret and the pain he feels at knowing that you would be happy without him. When he stops, he feels his sore throat and hiccups a laugh that turns into a maniacal laugh. Who is he hoping to fool ? You wouldn't have said yes..Who could ever say yes to such a monster ? He closes his eyes and makes a clone appear at the dinner. He thought you wouldn't notice him among the crowd, but you do and he freezes. Finally, you smile warmly at him and make your way to him through the crowd. He hadn't planned on talking to you, he just wanted to see you one last time. However, he still forces himself to smile courteously and takes your hand to kiss the back of it, like a prince in those fairytales that you used to read him when he was in his cell..

" You haven't changed, prince Loki..To think 5 years passed already. I thought you were dead, I mourned you.."

You say in an almost accusative tone, but he only answers with a small shrug and a smile.

" Timelines, my dear..A very complicated thing."

You nod absent-mindedly at his answer before wrapping your arms around him. He takes a shaky breath before slowly raising his hand to gently pet the top of your head.

" I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you.."

" I'm sorry too."

You reply with a sad smile that makes his heart sink. But, before he could ask what you were sorry about, you partner comes and asks for a dance. You smile apologetically at Loki before taking the hand of your husband/wife. Loki stays still, the question still lingering in his mind..Sorry ? Sorry for what ? He clenches his jaw and shakes his head. It doesn't matter. It is too late now..He is too late. His clone vanishes and Loki comes back to his room, sad and now, destined to be alone forever..

" You look so gorgeous/handsome. I can't believe you're getting married. He/She better treat you right, alright ?"

Scott would be happy for you and hide his sadness behind a smile. He would look at you with tears in his eyes, thinking of how you look truly amazing in that dress/smoking/whatever suits your boat. He would act like you best friend until the end, even walking you to the aisle if you ask him. He's so proud of you, but at the same time can't help but feel a pang in his chest, knowing that he is not the one waiting at the end of said aisle. He would also stay by your side afterwards during the dinner.

" Was it like that with Cassie's mother ?"

You ask him and he takes a shaky breath before answering you with a small sad smile.

" Oh no..It wasn't so fancy. You got yourself quite a deal with that one. He/She seems to be an extremely good catch."

You laugh a little before turning your head away to discreetly wipe your tears.

" I guess I should consider myself quite lucky then, huh ?"

You both laugh, but it sounds so fake and unnatural that you immediately stop. You then look around for your husband/wife as the music starts, but do not spot him among the crowd. However, Scott stands in front of you with his hand outstretched towards you.

" I may not be the best dancer, but would you do me the favor ?"

You look at his hand for several seconds before taking it with a genuine smile.

" Of course."

He smiles back and you start dancing around. However, when you finally stop, you realize that you've been staring too long at him and him at you. For a moment, you think he is about to kiss you, and you would have let him..But then, your husband/wife arrives with a smile and wraps their arm around your waist possessively. Scott understands the message and smiles one last time at you before taking a step back and letting go of your hand. You open your mouth to talk, but quickly close it..What could you possibly say ? But, he doesn't seem angry, he just sniffles and makes it sound like it is the emotion of finally you getting married.

" Oh wow..I guess I overstepped, huh ? Sorry..They're all yours."

Scott then walks away, his heart shattering even more with each step he takes and you sigh while your partner leads you away.

" I guess that congratulations are in order."

He says while flying down next to you and taking your hand. You smile up at him and he seems to not find his words. He had repeated them. But, just looking at your face, and other words fall out of his mouth.

" I'm sorry. I can't seem to be able to find any will in me to congratulate you."

You snort. Of course..

" You have an awful lot to learn about humans, Vision..But, I don't blame you. I wouldn't be able to find the will to congratulate myself either."

He frowns, confused, and tilts his head to the side, trying to decipher your words.

" But..It is your wedding day. The happiest day of your life."

He replies while slowly dancing with you in the air until your husband/wife asks him to get you down.

" Is it ?"

You reply before laughing humorlessly while staring right back at him with your eyes glassy, as if you're about to cry. However, you only smile one last time before following your husband/wife that leads you to another guest. Vision watches you leave and feels his brain working, still trying to make sense of your words. Suddenly, he seems to understand and closes his eyes, feeling something painful in his chest, even though he knows nothing is physically wrong with his body.

" I see.."

He finally says. He doesn't know for who he says it, maybe you, maybe himself ? For a being whose name is Vision, it took him a while to see the truth.

" You're the father of the bride/groom ?"

One of the guests ask him as he saw Dr Strange walk you to the aisle. He doesn't want to be rude, it's your day. He fakes a smile before nodding half-heartedly.

" Something like that.."

The guest is obviously not a close friend, or they would have known that your father had died/wasn't there. He glances at you and finds you staring at him. You quickly look away when you understand that you've been spotted. He wishes his feelings could be only translated as fatherly/brotherly/friend-related love..But, unfortunately, his heart had decided to play with his emotions. He had hoped for so long that his heart would listen to his brain that was finding every possible reason for him not to crash the party and take you away..He had had many occasions to lose his mind, falling head over heels for you isn't the one he thought would finally break him. It is eating him alive. He is so absorbed in his thoughts that he doesn't see you, making your way to him. You gently tap him on the shoulder and he turns around to see you with a Cheshire-like grin.

" Shouldn't I have my first dance with my father ?"

He rolls his eyes dramatically at the last word before he retorts.

" You heard that, huh ? But you still don't hear me when I tell you to wake up for your training each morning.."

You laugh before taking his hand and leading him to the dancefloor. He can't help but smile when you start laughing at the sudden change of music..

"Beyonce. How convenient.."

You mimic his voice and he sighs loudly in fake exasperation.

" I should have known..This is why you wanted me to be your first dance. You had planned it all, you little devil."

You laugh mischievously before it slowly quiets down and you look at your shoes as you admit.

" That..but I also wanted you to be my first dance..You're the only family I have left, Strange. You, and the Avengers."

His heart beats a little too fast for his liking at your words and he admonishes his heart for being so sensitive..He takes your chin between his thumb and index to tip your face up, in order for you to look at him. When he sees that you are crying, he feels his heart stop and his mask crumbles. He allows himself to cry as well and you open your eyes wide in shock. Doctor Strange. The man that had gone through countless hardships such as a car accident that made him lose the practicality of his hands, wars, a face to face with a god, who had literally died, is now crying at your wedding. The irony..You hide your face in his cloak that seems to understand and hides the both of you for a moment. You feel safe in Strange's arms and want to stay hidden in his cloak forever, but you then hear the noises coming from outside, the voice of you partner among them. You force yourself to smile and wipe your tears. You then look up at Strange, but he doesn't need you to ask, he lets you go and you leave the safety of his arms to return to the ones of your beloved partner. Stephen can just stare at you until you both disappear among the crowd. He is still crying and his cloak tries to wipe them as well, but he shakes his head.

" Don't..It is the only thing I have left from her/him.."

Hawkeye doesn't know why he came..He knew it would break his heart to see you in someone else's arms..But, he still came. Thankfully, he has Natasha by his side. She stays next to him and he laughs bitterly as he tells her.

" My arrow didn't work it seems. The right speed, but not the right target.."

She smiles sadly at her best friend before putting her head on his shoulder compassionately.

" Don't sell yourself short. One of them hit right."

He looks up at you and laughs humorlessly at Natasha's way to comfort him.

" I don't know what is worse ? Her/Him marrying someone else or her/him not marrying at all ?"

Natasha laughs, but it is as fake as his.

" Who knows ? Maybe it wasn't meant to be ?"

Clint nods, even though he can't help but disagree with Natasha. From the first moment his eyes fell on you, he knew you were the one. Unfortunately, he had to compete with super soldiers, geniuses and gods..Who was he to ask you for a chance ? A guy with arrows..The answer is so obvious, the reality so brutal that it hurts. But what hurts the most ? It's that at the end, you had chosen another human, a human with no superpowers, no inhuman strength, not even arrows..Only human. To add to his shame, your smile that seems so genuine as you make your way to him.

" Barton, may I have this dance ?"

You ask and he looks at Natasha for help, but she only busies herself with her drink as she stands up to leave.

" Have fun you two.."

" You traitor.."

He mouthes at her while you have your face turned and Natasha barely surpresses a laugh. He then puts a smile back on when you face him. You smile back as he takes a the lead and starts waltzing around with you. You seem so happy, he feels as if tears are about to spill from his eyes. He bats them away just in time. He couldn't let you see him like this, not now, not ever..

" You know, Clint..There was a time where I thought it would be you.."

He opens his eyes wide in shock at your admission as he looks down at you, unsure if he had heard you correctly. But, you nod in confirmation.

" You heard me..I really thought you would be the one wearing a tuxedo and sweep me off my feet. But, it seems Robin Hood only exists in novels and I am no damsel in distress.."

He doesn't know what to say, so he only lightly squeezes your hand to urge you to continue. He knows it won't change anything, but he wants to know nonetheless. However, you only smile sadly before looking up at him with eyes prickled with tears and stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

" Girls/Guys can dream, right ?"

You then walk away and leave him dumbstruck as he processes what you had just admitted. Not only would you have been satisfied with any human beings, you would have been satisfied with him. The knowledge hurts more than anything and he can only sit down on a nearby couch, tears rolling down his cheeks now. One single thought running on loop through his brain : he could have been enough. He could have been enough..

Bonus : Your reaction

You wait a little bit before walking towards a room where you could finally be alone. You stay with a smile plastered on your face on the way there, keeping the facade for the sake of convenience until you are in said room. Your smile slowly turns downwards and you lean against the door, letting a big sigh out of your mouth as you look at the ring on your finger. Here. It was done. But then, why does it feel so painful ? You slide down and bury your face in your arms to sob as quietly as possible. He had danced with you, he had nearly confessed to you..but didn't. And the worse part is ? If he had asked you to follow him, even then, you would have followed him without any hesitation. You had once thought that he would be the one by your side forever..Guess you were wrong ? You sniffle before opening the locket hanging from your neck where a small picture of him is hidden. You smile tenderly at the picture before taking the locket off and pondering what to do with it now ? You have to forget. He is only a dream, a beautiful dream..but a dream nonetheless. Heroes like him belong to the world, not you. You take a shaky sigh before wiping your tears away and smiling again. You had married someone that loved you and that you loved, you should be happy..But then, why does your heart seem so eager to prove you wrong, beating wildly in your chest out of protest ? You close your eyes and let one single tear roll down your cheek one last time before letting the locket fall from your hand on the floor as you stand up. You then put on your fake smile again and open the door to step out.

I had to listen to so many sad songs to do this. Hope it was worth it.

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House Arrest [Loki X Reader] Chapter 2

Summary: You are Clint’s 'little' sister and actually a trained Shield agent. But you gave that up a few years ago and became a Chef, because you wanted a normal live. Then one day Natasha shows up at your door and takes you to the Avenger Tower for a while for security reasons.

Tags: Reader is an former Shield Agent, chef!reader, Reader Barton, 2012 Avenger vibes, everything is still alright, Slice of Life, Avengers Family, Loki has a good heart, still the god of mischief, Slow Burn, mention of food and cooking

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Chapter 2: Not the new kitchen help

You can now call a cozy apartment with two rooms and a nice bathroom your own. You have stored your things in the bedroom and are now looking around the tower. The living rooms seem to be spread over several levels. Either there are really a lot of people living here or they tried to keep a little space to avoid stepping on each other's toes all the time. Living and working together can be quite a challenge for some people. The floors above consist - judging by the signs - of labs and various development rooms. Most of it is probably technical stuff, but some of the doors also have concerning warnings, and you don't want to spend your first day trying to figure out if they're genuine.

You find the outdoor platform with the big A and see, then it’s connected to some sort of party or lounge room. There are several couch sets and a rather nicely equipped bar. Overall, everything is very spacious and you're sure you can walk around here for a few days without anyone noticing your presence. At least once, you think you've lost your bearings for a moment, but then you find your way back to the elevators. On the other hand, there was surprisingly little going on up here.

All floors below the living area seem to be offices, at least the names of the elevator buttons suggest that. You don't feel like visiting them right now, because the exploration tour has left you pretty hungry. The last meal was also your breakfast this morning and now it's almost afternoon. So you look for the room that interests you the most anyway. And you find it near the lounge: a wonderfully large kitchen with fantastic equipment. You explore it with interest and notice that it‘s visibly little used. Among the people and other beings here, there seems to be no one enjoying cooking. Saving the world probably takes up enough of their time. As you open the refrigerator, a voice suddenly comes from somewhere, startling you briefly at first. "Good afternoon, Miss Barton. If you have any requests regarding the food or ingredients, please let me know." You look around, but can't see anyone. "My name is JARVIS," the voice explains. "I am an A.I. and I am available to assist you." "Uh-huh...hello," you merely reply, processing this information. Jarvis, meanwhile, continues talking. "Welcome to the Tower. The other Avenger members have been notified of your arrival in a memo." "Okay, thanks." It‘s a bit weird talking to a room, but apparently modern technology has already reached the next level here. Hearing nothing more, you start inspecting the contents of the refrigerator. The result is quite sobering. "It's all just fast foods," you grumble. "Would you like to suggest changes in the selection?", Jarvis asks. "Yes! Please and thank you." "You're welcome to make a shopping list, and I'll have everything ordered." Why not? Regardless of whether a computer can really do it, you nod. "Okay." "A personal tablet will be calibrated for you. You can pick it up from Mr. Banner."

A few minutes later you find yourself in the labs on the upper floors. The sterile lit hallway reminds you much more of Shield than the lower floors. You turn a corner and have to go down some stairs that lead you into a large room. Here, tables are jumbled with various types of modern computers and equipment. Further back is a robotic arm soldering a hard drive all by itself with a quiet whir. It’s a dream for any technology enthusiast. From one corner, you hear typing and beeping, followed by quiet murmurs. That's where you turn, looking at the whiteboards on the wall along the way, where complicated calculations and drawings could be seen. Then suddenly, right in front of you, a hologram appears in the air and you stop, rooted to the spot. "Oops!" "Oh, sorry." A head pops up from behind a nearby screen and you recognize Bruce Banner. His face is always shown on the news whenever there's been a shot of Hulk. But now you're more interested in the hologram as you take a closer look. It shows a nebulous, pulsating entity. "What is that?" you ask the scientist. "We got some cosmic stones. This was in one of them." "It's moving. Is it alive?" "Living would be an exaggeration, but there is energy present. My name is Dr. Banner, by the way." He reduzes the size the hologram so it's out of your way. "Barton, nice to meet you." "Clint's sister, I read the file. He never mentioned you though." "I didn't want any attention, but didn't quite work out, I guess." Bruce smiles sympathetically and reaches for a cup of tea, which, judging by his expression after the first sip, seems to be cold. You ask for the tablet you came for, and Bruce looks around searchingly. There are a few of them in the room, but the display of one lights up, drawing your attention. You see your name displayed and simply conclude that it's the right one. Briefly you say thank and goodbye, before you go back to your room and start making a shopping list. Please fresh ingredients and please deliver today.

Afterwards, you browse around a bit. The tablet, like every electronic device in the house, seems connected to the main computer and to Jarvis. You pull up a few files on your new housemates and read them curiously. At least the parts that are publicly available. You also take the opportunity to look for your own name. Because even though you know that your records were officially destroyed when you left, you know that no data is ever really gone. So you're almost surprised when you find only a few sentences about yourself and not even a photo. Mainly it was about your and Clint's entry into Shield at a young age as orphans. You had received a pretty good education, which may have also kept you from going off the rails. Besides hand-to-hand combat and firearms training, your specialty was handling knives, while your brother took up bows and arrows. For foreign missions, you had also had to learn various languages and had chosen the widely spoken Spanish and Russian. But you didn't work for Shield for a long time, instead opting out of your career early on. It just wasn't the life you wanted to lead. So you changed cities and mingled with the civilian population. And before you knew it, your talent with a knife led you into a traditional apprenticeship as a chef. You enjoyed this work more than having to fight to death, and you even expanded your knowledge and skills during a year abroad in France. But there is very little of all this in your records.

You set the tablet aside and stretch out on your new bed. Normally, you would be in full swing at work right now. A glance at the clock reveals that it's already early evening. Rush hour in most of the restaurants. But here? Without a task or a plan, there's not much you can do. On the other hand, a little vacation wouldn't hurt you.

At some point, the tablet gave a soft ping and when you checked, it was a notification that the refrigerator and all the pantries had been restocked. By now you are very hungry and you heard nothing about a joint dinner time, so you decide to cook yourself something. Out of sheer habit and to avoid getting your clothes dirty, you put on a chef's jacket and apron you brought from home and go into the kitchen. There's a radio in one corner that you turn on. Jarvis really did get everything you had asked for. It was a dream come true. Now in a much better mood, you grab a pan and get to work. From the freezer, you pull out a fish, which you gut and fill with fresh herbs. It goes into the pan first. Then it's the turn of the potatoes, which are peeled, boiled and rolled in rosemary.

You're so absorbed in your work - you've just poked a knife into the boiling potatoes to see if they're already done - that you don't notice a visitor, who had entered the kitchen at some point, until he makes himself known. "I'll have the course menu and a white wine to go with it." Somewhat confused, you look up as you hear the man's voice and see Tony Stark standing at the sideboard across from you. He notices your look and returns it with a smile. "I didn't realize we hired a new kitchen help." You frown and take a sharpening rod in your free hand to sharpen your knife while not taking your eyes off Tony. "Oh, I'm not a new kitchen help," you clarify. "I'm a chef." "Excuse me. Then would the chef please serve me the course menu and a white wine?" The trillionaire indicates a polite bow, but you merely turn to the stove and take the potatoes off it. You then retrieve a plate from the cupboard. "Jarvis", you direct your voice to the computer, hoping it’s still listening. "Would you please explain to Mr. Stark that I'm not here to cook for him and that he'll have to order his course menu, if he really wants one, from the Chinese place next door?" "Mr. Stark, I'm supposed to-." "I heard her, Jarvis," Tony interrupts the A.I., eyeing you a little more closely now. "That does make me wonder what you're doing here, Miss...? Aside from the fact that there's no Chinese working next door." "Then you should make one move in there," you replay amused. As you do, you wipe your fingers on the cloth you've hung on the apron at your hip and prep your dish. Just as Tony is about to say something clever, the door opens and another person walks in. You recognize Thor at first glance. "What's that delicious smell in the air?", he asks, looking around curiously. You smile and point to the stove. "I was just cooking. There's still some left for you to take." With that, you want to go to your room, but Tony stops you. "Oh, he gets something, but I don't?", he complains. You shrug your shoulders. "He didn't want a whole menu." With that, you disappear through the door and go back to your living quarters. There you quickly change into something comfy and make yourself comfortable on the couch, where you watch an episode of your favorite show while you eat. A little company would be nice, but you don't feel like meeting more people you don't know yet. And you don't feel like searching for Natasha in this huge complex. So you’re fine with being by your own right own.

After dinner, you continue watching the show, but eventually you realize you're getting tired. It really had been an eventful and long day. So you quickly take your dirty dishes back to the kitchen. But just as you're closing the dishwasher, Tony comes back in and leans against the frame with his arms crossed. "So… you‘re a Barton." Apparently he had spent a few minutes of his precious time gathering information about you and then waited for you to reappear. "Surprised there's another one?" you ask with a smirk. He takes that as a sign that you're not holding a grudge against him. He pushes himself off the door frame and comes closer, now leaning his arms on the kitchen island. "Nothing about Legolas surprises me anymore. Met his wife and kids the other day. Nice family. Are you guys a whole circus?" "Not anymore." You shrug. "So, what’s your deal?", he wants to know. "You left Shield in your early twenties. What's normal life like out there? No one waiting for you to come home?" You turn on the dishwasher and grab a water bottle from the supply. "Life is nice. Often stressful, but I have to worry a lot less about getting killed." You don't answer Tony's last question. It's really none of his business. "That is when you're not being yanked out of that life and brought into the house of superheroes", you add. "You'll get used to it. Both that we're super and that we're heroes. I promise." You laugh at his words. Tony seems to be a real egocentric, but also a humorous person. "Well, let's see", you reply, "Now if the welcome speech is over, I'd like to go to bed." "I won't keep anyone away from their beauty sleep. Good night." You wish him the same, then head back to your room, where you make yourself comfortable on the large bed. The strange surroundings were unfamiliar, but not you don't feel uncomfortable and so you soon fall asleep.

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