#ronette tag

[juniestar]

I’m curious

[inflamearc]

"you're the first person in this town who's ever surprised me." / ronette @rekant

[justanerd]

I love exploring and getting into loads of different music genres because there will always be music to fit the moment. Last night, 50s R&B/doo wop was so the vibe after a long week but this evening I'm feeling more like Uruguayan rock...

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝? || 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary_ living the most perfect relationship turned out to be a sharp pain, your boyfriend Reed Richards was married and you didn’t knew, but thankfully, after the storm comes a rainbow.

Warnings_ age gap (not specified, but reader is in uni), ANGST, ANGST, implied smut, retro references, I hate home-wreckers but this is for the plot, DO NOT romaticize this shit irl.

Notes_ I HAVE A REASON TO ADD THE JOE QUINN TAG, PLEASE READ JOHNNY STORM LOVERS, and listen to how did it end?, please please please and Be My Baby with this, worth it.

♪ ♫ Pedro playlist | Reed + Johnny playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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The subway was awfully quiet yet at full capacity. You assumed everyone was minding their business as usual, but you thanked them because you could perfectly hear the radio of an elderly man playing “Be My Baby” by The Ronettes, and it made you smile.

Reed loved when you casually hummed and danced to the song as you cooked.

Oh, you were so in love.

It was at the beginning of your third semester of university when you met him. Being so introverted made it sweet and easy when you stepped into the wrong classroom, expecting an art class. Reed Richards, the physics professor let you know you were not in advanced sculpting class. He was so enchanted by your beehive hairstyle matching purple skirt and top, with a lilac sweater that had tiny embedded jewels.

He went to look after you that afternoon, learning you were at least past your teenage years and that you were not a science person like him.

And the rest was history, after months of having casual dates, he visited you often, and even met your parents. You loved him.

Reed was extremely smart. Always brings you the right gifts although you never ask him for anything. Always suggesting the best places to have dinner. It was like he had everything perfectly measured to make you happy.

I'll make you happy, baby,

just wait and see

For every kiss you give me,

I'll give you three.

Your stop was next and you enjoyed the rest of the song as you savored the feeling of being in love.

Walking through the streets you realized you had nothing else to do for the rest of the week regarding academic stuff. You also were expecting to arrive before the sunset at your home to start dinner. Reed was coming and your parents were going to join you two too.

For a moment you don’t think you’ve ever been this happy before.

-

Your dad opened a bottle of wine when you heard a knock on the door and that had you already blushing. You placed more raspberries and sliced lemon pieces on top of the cake you started as soon as you arrived home.

Reed greeted your parents and they welcomed him kindly.

“Our girl is in the kitchen,” your dad said.

“On my way to her,” you giggled, hearing his footsteps.

Immediately his hands came to lock around your waist. Which startled you but soon made you laugh.

“Hello, my love,” he said kissing your cheeks from behind.

“Reed! I’m trying to finish the cake” Giggling and trying to get away from him, he made you spin around before pulling closer and finally plastering a big kiss on your lips.

You melt into his touch in a second.

“Too bad I have more appetite for kissing my girl” you gently pushed him, returning to finish the cake.

“Don’t be like that… I put my heart in this one” Reed got closer, admiring your cooking skills. He then moved his eyes to appreciate you. His smile grew as his heart started beating faster.

“You sing, you dance, you sculpt, cook and bake. Darling, you’re perfect!”

“Kiss me again and I might believe it, baby” his silly smile made you chuckle, accepting his embrace and another kiss. It took you by surprise when gently pinned you against the counter, making you let out a gasp after feeling his manhood brushing your inner thigh.

“Are we still up for dinner?” Your mother called, peeking through the door of the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Yes. Sorry, Mom” you apologized feeling a sudden sense of embarrassment. Reed let you go, immediately helping you to grab some plates.

“We’ll continue this in the studio, darling” his hand reached out and gave you a soft spank in the ass, making your eyes wide open.

“Reed!”

“I said what I said, dear”

You would never deny his touch. The way the mere brush of the tip of his fingers could set you on fire and he perfectly knew the spots to make your body burn. So you just smiled naughtily. When he turned to see you again, you gained the courage to show him the outline of your shiny mint underwear that was lying under your dress.

“You’re killing me, y/n”

“After dinner, you can do everything to stop me”

His face was priceless, he blushed and looked adorable being so.

“How does it feel this summer without teaching?” You heard your father asking Reed after you gently pushed him out of the kitchen.

Between the laughs of your family and boyfriend, and the soft music playing in the background, you feel very happy.

…

“Reed…” you moaned his name as you watched his face under the hem of your dress. His lips were constantly licking your wet folds and had you biting your own hand to prevent louder moans.

“Darling… you are so pretty moaning like that for me” his hands snaked through your ass to the back of your knees, opening your legs even wider.

You were so close, your eyes closed in advance and you grasped at his hair harder.

yes, yes, yes, oh!… oh no.

His watch oddly beeped. The bubble of pleasure exploded, leaving only ashes of what had been the lust.

“I gotta go…” you frowned.

“What?… Why?”

“A friend. From work… he has a deadline for professors, I promised I would send him some of my archives to save him time,” he said and it only made you frown more.

“Can’t you send him the archives at least after making me reach an orgasm?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll pick you up tomorrow to have breakfast at your favorite place. Then we can have some fun time in my car” he attempted to soothe your worries but it clearly didn’t work.

“Oh… okay, Reed”

He kissed your forehead before squeezing your hand and finally leaving.

The bitter taste of uncertainty hit you. And before you could even prevent it, you were distrusting Reed.

The next morning, while he talked about how lovely you looked and how great was his breakfast, you barely paid attention. While he took your body to the backseat of his car, more than pleasure you felt uncertainty again.

And no matter how much you tried to ignore it, you didn’t believe Reed.

…

It’s all in the past three weeks later. Everything went back to normal, dates were perfect again, and sex was pure gold again. You had no complaints about your relationship with your much older boyfriend.

Even better when he announced he got tickets to see The Beatles on Saturday.

You got your hair straightened. A black turtleneck dress, red seen-through tights, and matching red heels.

Your eyeliner was more perfect than ever. And Reed came to pick you up with a huge bouquet of flowers.

“How did you get the tickets, love?” you asked as he drove.

“Oh, I have a friend who works in the media. A dating show has its target audience set…”

You wonder what show he meant. There were some popular shows on the TV airing at the time. That’s long short story when you notice Reed had been watching you.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just that I love the sight of you…” his words made you blush. Much more when he leaned to give you a quick kiss that you enjoyed as if it was the last. His beard tickled you and only made you smile more.

“I don’t want to die without seeing The Beatles, Reed” He started laughing and soon you followed with a giggle.

He pulled into a parking lot, and you already felt excited, seeing the crowds making line to go inside the venue, waiting for the concert to begin.

“Oh, I’m so excited!” You squealed, hurrying to apply some more lipstick before getting out of the car.

“Honey, you don’t need more makeup, you already look gorgeous,” Reed said.

“But it’s your favorite color” he looked, noticing it was indeed his favorite color, crimson red.

“Damn right… it is my favorite color” Both of you laughed as you started walking outside of the parking lot.

He placed his arm around your shoulders but soon you remember.

“Wait!… I forgot my coat” Reed hands you the car keys and you go back.

The last sun's rays hit the car when you open the backseat door. You leaned to grab your coat, but a shimmery item caught your attention.

Locked under the passenger seat, you struggle to grab the object, not being able to see just guided by the touch.

First, you felt a paper and a harder one, like a card. Then, with your pinky fingers, you felt a cold rounded object.

Your heart pounded as you fished the object with your pinky fingers.

An ID from the NASA that belonged to a woman, named Susan Richards aka Sue Storm. She was older, but extremely pretty; blonde, blue eyes, perfect nose, perfect hair, just some years younger than Reed.

A picture of your boyfriend with the same woman of the ID, both looking at the camera, her hand gently placed against his chest, a big diamond in a ring also positing for the picture.

And the ring. The solid proof of your sudden question.

“Darling, Why are you taking so long?”

“You are married?” You asked, handing him the golden wedding band with one hand and slamming the door of his car with the other.

“Darling…” he tried to reason, but you are enraged, red face and watered eyes.

“Why am I even questioning? Of course, you are married, Reed!” your hand dropped the picture and ID, and his attempts to calm you failed.

You can’t even process what is happening, you are just being consumed by the anger caused by his betrayal.

“We were going through a rough phase. And then I met you. I- I don’t even know what I’m doing right now” he admitted, sighing, accepting he was an asshole and a loser.

“AS IF I CARE!… YOU LIED TO ME!”

“Let me talk and explain, y/n”

You let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to keep the tears from falling. Your head started pounding, your body welcoming the stress.

“No. Don’t call me again, don’t get close to my university on campus. Just… don’t you ever try to come back into my life again.” he called your name plenty of times, and you heard his footsteps following you, but after leaving the parking lot of the restaurant, he stopped.

After a good time trying to prevent the tears, you started crying. You loudly sobbed, ignoring the few people you encountered while crossing the streets of the vivid city.

By the time you are seated in the subway once again, you don’t realize you have walked more than five blocks. You could only think about Reed.

Every moment with him felt genuine. He was kind, attentive, romantic, and… honest.

Never gave a sign to make you believe you couldn’t trust him, more like the contrary. And that was the worst part.

Maybe you just loved him so hard that it made you blind to see that his love was a lie.

…

The phone rang every day. You never answered. A month passed and you avoided the rest of your life on the beaches of Florida.

Your parents believed Reed took advantage of his P.H. D out of the city, so it was better to break up. But they could bear seeing their poor daughter going through some breakdown.

And when you came back to the city, the neighbor told you your ex-boyfriend had sent flower bouquets during your vacation, not knowing you were out.

It only made you feel worse. Questioning How could you have missed the signs of him being married?. And now that the damage was done. Did the wife know? Did Reed ever love you?

If he couldn’t be faithful to his wife, certainly not to you.

But those thoughts are the kind of thing that makes you go out with one eye covered in purple eyeshadow and the other in bright orange. Mismatched socks and disheveled hair. Some girls laugh at you when you enter a cafeteria but you honestly don’t give a damn. You just want a sandwich.

After paying, you’re once again daydreaming with overthinking about Reed. Without realizing a man had stood beside you.

“Hey... I saw the girls over there laugh but… I like the way you styled yourself” You turn to see the stranger.

“I’m so lost in the head, I did something bad that I didn’t even realize what I was choosing” you admitted, moving to grab some dressing and napkins while waiting for your order.

“Well, it must been really bad, with all due respect.”

“It was…”

“Is it too bad that I’m curious to know?” He asked and you shook your head, sighing.

“I was dating a married man and I didn’t know,” you said looking down, too embarrassed to look at the guy in the eye.

“It’s not your fault if you didn’t know” it took you by surprise.

“I know. But it pains me so much because it thought it was… real.” a lady called your name, letting you know your order was ready.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling my problems to strangers. Thanks for listening, have a great day” you said, walking away to grab your sandwich.

“Wait!” The man called you.

“I don’t mind hearing. My brother-in-law always says I’m an asshole but I can actually listen to people. If you had no plans… We could have lunch together” he revealed, making you smile gently.

“I was going to take this home and eat alone. So yes, we could have lunch together…” you finally analyzed him. Definitely closer to your age than your failed previous relationship. He was blonde and had kind eyes, that no matter what you wouldn’t trust at all after what happened with Reed. But this man seemed sweet, slightly cheeky, and too much extroverted, but you liked it.

“I didn’t catch your name before,” he said.

“I’m y/n…”

“Johnny… Johnny Storm” You remember it was the same name as Reed’s wife. But you can’t think this man had something to do with them. You can’t live continuing with mixing Reed with every step you took.

“I like your jacket”

“Thanks. I almost set it on fire this morning” You didn’t think he was saying it for real, so you laugh.

And oh, how much things changed after that.

…

Five months later, in the peak of autumn, Johnny and you celebrated your first month together. And accidentally you discovered he had some… abilities regarding fire.

Soon later, he was convinced you had to meet his family, so you agreed.

But when his sister opened the door, your face went pale. The woman in the ID you found in Reed’s car greeted you along Ben Grimm and soon you encountered with the cause of your endless midnights in sorrow.

Reed Richards looked the same. Wearing his usual clothes, the grey hairs above his ears, a charming smile, and an intellectual vocabulary.

Acting like strangers, he greeted you, pretending he never met you, never kissed you, never touched you.

Reed just slipped from you, but you weren’t afraid to walk away, just truly and messily hurt. Then you met Johnny, magically disappearing the weight of your broken heart. Even so, while walking inside the house, talking to the wife of your ex-boyfriend, you felt his eyes on you.

Reed was merely shocked, not knowing anything about you in months, then suddenly walking into his home as Johnny’s new girlfriend. He was horrified, but then he realized that he was no better than his brother-in-law. Reed always thought Johnny was an asshole for cheating on girls and being condescending. But you had truly changed him. Johnny followed you like a lost puppy, Reed questioned if you were a witch. And he accepted he wasn’t over you.

“How on earth did this happen?” Reed asked you in a brief moment of privacy.

“I don’t know, but I think I’m falling in love with him, Mr. Fantastic” you whispered in his ear. Reed saw how your eyes briefly glowed and he feared you, but more than fear, he felt panic about you completely forgetting about him.

As you walked inside the kitchen, following the conversation with Ben and Sue, Reed was witness of how you dropped a picture of his wedding with Sue, without touching it.

“What was that?” The blonde woman asked.

“A picture, the frame hit the ground very hard” Reed calmed her, but he grabbed the item, noticing how it left some of your strange energy. He would take that frame to run some tests and discover what the hell were you hiding.

Reed entered the kitchen finally, and saw how Johnny kissed your temple, his hand on the small of your back to lead you towards the table to have dinner. You weren’t lying, you were falling in love with Johnny, but you thought back at Reed, and couldn’t comprehend how did it end?

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taglist: @raiyna-rred

Idk, I’m just excited for this movieeeeeee

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

10 Songs

Ten songs I’ve listened to lately! I keep ignoring song tags, I’m sorry, so this is for like…. @darkurgetrash @left4dead and @heartfluttered and @little-paperboat I think, if not more, who tagged me! I’ll tag @purpleasters-inseptember and @redroomroaving

I listen across various platforms and keep forgetting to use my Spotify subscription, so here’s some songs I’ve listened to lately. Vote for your favourite!

[seancamerons]

9 people you’d like to know better

Three Ships:  sean & emma (degrassi) ryan & marissa (the oc) steve & nancy (stranger things) i got a lot of ships.

First ever ship: idk i think i shipped justin x britney irl when i was like 10, no i don't really count that. i do count steve & dj from full house, harvey & sabrina from sabrina the teenage witch, & cory & topanga from boy meets world. not sure what my first ever was. I'm sure it was doug and patti mayonnaise as a kid i loved them and remember wanting them to eventually go on a date at their burger spot. semma was the first ship when i found out what shipping was, but i'd been shipping long before i knew what that was.

Last song: random christmas songs on the radio, the last one i heard was the ronette's rendition of sleigh ride.

Last film: last night i watched deck the halls with my boyfriend.

Currently reading: fanfiction tbh, but i do have books i got to get through sometime. I'm really gonna try to finish memoir the woman in me by britney spears.

Currently watching: idk this maury-esque show on tv rn on my day off, last vacay day. It is like drama and a bad kids story about how like this kid is going to learn to grow up her name is heaven.

Currently consuming: wawa sugar free salted carmel iced coffee!!

Currently craving: a fajita from plaza azteca, maybe a fresh mojito or marg and the fajita has to have it with all the fixins, and for dessert a rich mousse or a rich dense chocolate cake mm!🥰

tagged by @mollyhale 💌✨ tysm! tagging @winnie-the-monster @zayadriancas @maya-matlin @lovelyxlilis @hydesjackiespuddinpop @thatcatangelwriter @reinhartroleplays @seancameronism @lindseycool88 @sansalicents @marthaskane @btvs @charlieconwayy @userbettycooper @tomsgreg @emmanelson

[bobdylanfanpage]

@boilmynoodles tagged me to give the 10 songs that come when i shuffle my on repeat playlist :)

the chain- fleetwood mac

eyes without a face- billy idol

mary janes last dance- tom petty and the heartbrakers

dancing queen- abba

for what its worth- buffalo springfield

off to the races- lana del rey

for no one- the beatles

fortunate son- creedence clearwater band

ultraviolence- lana del rey

be my baby- the ronettes

tagging: @sheree-says-stuff @kaleidoscope1967eyes @77darkstar @the-hole-he-dug

[jokerlennon]

tagged by @menlove to shuffle my on repeat and get you to vote yippee

tagging @brucequeensteen @tenderscience @georb @jorkeryuri @boozytiramisu @wonderwall1968 @transneilyoung @freddiegoesmetal

[schoolhater]

tagged by @fagflint to make a poll out of my 'on repeat' playlist on spotify

tagging: anyone who wants to <3

[lightningboltreader]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Bells jingle in an offbeat chorus as Carlos swings open the door and is hit with a wave of sweet smells. The warm, sugary aroma flows through a near-assault of pink and red that’s taken over the small storefront. Shiny heart-shaped decorations cover the walls and its brightly lit glass cases display rows and rows of holiday-themed treats. Red balloon bouquets seem to sway to The Ronettes on either side of the counter in front of a lone associate. As he steps into line, Carlos can see a large metal table behind her, holding up a chaotic array of boxes, baskets and waxy bags of pre-orders waiting for pickup. When it’s his turn, the young woman studies the table, tracing a long pink fingernail across each order form before striking out. He watches nervously as her head disappears behind the kitchen wall, shouting “Double cupcakes for Reyes” in a volume that is frankly impressive. Carlos wonders whether she’ll have a voice left by the end of the day. Probably not.

🏷️ below:

Thanks @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses and @sznofthesticks. Inviting those who have tagged me recently while I was out being Responsible Adult for a bit -@strandnreyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @your-catfish-friend @heartstringsduet (eeek, are you home yet??) @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @carlos-tk @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @alrightbuckaroo @redshirt2 @theghostofashton @sugdenlovesdingle @rmd-writes @iboatedhere

Along with anyone reading who has something in progress to share of any kind. 💛

[iheartcborle]

hmm what abt little shop

Seymour - @richie-shitlips :33333

Audrey - @cheefdae sorry for tagging you while ur on break HELP but youre very her

Twoey - @chompisatheatrekid would NEVER tell you himself but did you know he played twoey guys... /silly

Mushnik - @lincoln-rosario i think youd kill an old man voice and also mushnik and son would be funny /pos

Orin - m. myself (dream role im sorry)

Im gonna leave ronette crystal and chiffon out !

[wynnyfryd]

🎵 Random playlist poll 🎵

ty for the tag @just-my-latest-hyperfixation 😘

Rules: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

song links below the cut, tagging @steddie-island @steddieas-shegoes @thoroughlycollected @griefabyss69 @withacapitalp

[middlingmay]

🎶 🛫 When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen that remind you of Clegan (MOTA) and publish them. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) (@onyxsboxes so i can add your replies to the playlist) 🛫 🎶 -@c-goldthorn

Hello anon! Tagging @onyxsboxes here, too, as I've an ask in my inbox from them for this, too. Okay, so.

Heavily inspired by my WIP, but top of the list is:

For those more angsty days how about:

This one gives me the post-war feels:

Soft Clegan for me is:

And just for a bit of fun, I totally hear both of the Buckies in this! :

Looking forward to seeing how this playlist plays out (badum tshh!)

[mikelogan]

i was tagged by my fave @kizzyedgelll to put my on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the 10 songs that play

no pressure tags: @hamishlinklaters @raviposting @thatsjustdandy @eddiediaaz @figueroths

[lucycola]

I use song lyrics a lot to title parts in my fics and I always tag the name of the song and the artist. I wanted to compile a list here, bc I heavily recommend giving them a listen. 

Spock x Reader song lyrics I’ve used as part titles (links to fics and to songs via Youtube)

The Lone Survivor series

Part 1 :  Baby Come Back by Player

Part 2 : Be My Baby by The Ronettes

Part 3 : Chain of Fools by Aretha Franklin

Part 4 : When You Were Young by The Killers

Part 5 : Lovely by Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

Part 6 : Shake Sugaree by Elizabeth Cotten 

The Visitor series

Part 1 & Part 2 : Spaceman by The Killers

Songs that helped me get the mood of certain fics and asks for Spock x Reader

The Great Green Room series(hiatus)

Part 1 

For Spock : Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys (or just a slowed version of the instrumental honestly)

For Hanek Jim : Cry For Me by Solomon Burke (the song reader and Han danced to) OR Beautiful Boy by John Lennon

Asks

Spock x Fem!Reader No. 1 : Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics 

Spock x Fem!Reader No. 2 : Genghis Khan By Miike Snow 

Spock x Neutral!Reader No. 1 : Ophelia by The Lumineers

Songs that helped me write the ONE non Spock fic which is 

Mandalorian x Jedi!Reader : Bellyache by Billie Eilish 

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 12

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: You gave me a lot of songs recommendations and it was really hard to decide, since they were all great. So I made a whole playlist with my favorite songs from you :D Some of them even went on my personal dance playlist. I finally settled on 'Be my baby' by The Ronettes for this chapter, since the lyrics fit best. But listen to whatever song you like. Beta by @zaria-04 &lt;3

Chapter 12: Be My Baby

The night we met I knew I needed you so And if I had the chance I'd never let you go So won't you say you love me I'll make you so proud of me We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go

You have a bowl in your hand and a wooden spoon in the other, while you move your hips to the beat of the song. On your stove are two pots, one bubbling a purple liquid, the other so far just some water. Music is coming from a stereo on the shelf. You love listening to music while you work, turning it up to full volume, because there's no one around to complain about it.

So won't you, please, be my, be my baby Be my little baby, my one and only baby Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby Be my baby now, my one and only baby Wha oh oh oh

With the spoon and a practiced eye, you measure out various ingredients to mix in the bowl. Extract of Atlantic poison oak - deadly if you use it wrong, but healing if you know your way around - chamomile and birch bark… something's missing. With a swirl of your finger, a sealed jar comes flying out of a cupboard. Dried garlic. You forget the dried garlic every time, even though you've read the recipe a dozen times and know it by heart.

When you get it all together, the bowl rises into the air on its own and everything is mixed inside by an invisible hand. You have your hands free to light a match and add the flame as an ingredient.

The next verse you sing along loudly.

I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three Oh, since the day I saw you I have been waiting for you You know I will adore you 'til eternity

The mission about the artifact was almost a week ago and by now you have recovered well. Lots of sleep and delicious snacks have helped. Since you spend most of your time in the tower in New York, your work as a witch has fallen by the wayside. So you took yesterday and today off to keep up with your orders.

While the ingredients are melting, you have time for a dance solo. It's one of your favorite songs and no one is here to judge you. Barefoot, you dance around the kitchen. Your black dress is long and figure-hugging, but through the two high slits, you have enough freedom of movement. Some clichés about witches are just true. You grab the bowl out of the air and scrape the contents into the boiling water.

So won't you, please, be my, be my baby Be my little baby, my one and only baby Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby Be my baby now, my one and only-...

You sense a motion from the corner of your eye and hear a chuckle. Startled, you whirl around. The knife you throw gets stuck in the door just inches away from Loki's head. As a sign that he comes in peace, he raises his arms.

"You have a bad aim," he says.

"That was just a distraction." You point down, and as Loki lowers his gaze, he notices roots entwined around his ankles and legs, keeping him from moving. It draws his attention away from you for a brief moment and you try to shake off your embarrassment at being watched by him while dancing and singing in your kitchen. Hopefully your flushed cheeks don't give you away. You wonder how long he has been standing there.

"Consider me impressed, Witchling." The grin still graces his lips and you don’t question his good mood. With a small gesture you dissolve the protection spell and free Loki from his bonds, with another one you turn off the music.

"What do you want?" you ask him. If he shows up here at your cottage, it must be important.

"Why do you humans always ask that? Why do you always think I want something from you when I just want your company?"

His words make your heart beat fast. But you remind yourself that this is part of his game. He is flattering you to avoid a direct answer. "Because you're not allowed to leave the tower without good reason."

"Ah - that's where you’re wrong," he corrects you and starts looking around curiously. He steps to a nearby shelf and eyes at the contents. "I may leave the Tower in your company. Aside from that being a useless rule because it doesn't really stop me, Stark will probably-" Your phone rings. "… contact you."

You reach for your phone, which is on a nearby table. It's an incoming video call from Tony. You pick it up while Loki looks at your stash of labeled potion bottles with interest.

"What's up, Tony?"

You see the face of the billionaire popping up. He is wearing dark sunglasses and seems focused on something else. You hear the sound of welding in the background and every few seconds his face is illuminated by a small light source in front of him. He's probably in his tech lab, you think, when you notice the dark smudges on his face.

"Did Loki show up?" he asks you.

An idea strikes you and you raise your eyebrows in wonder. "Loki? Why would he?" you ask, seemingly surprised. "I’m off work today."

This makes Tony drop his work and turn his face to the screen. He curses under his breath. "That litte..."

Just then Loki slides into view next to you. "I'm here," he announces loudly for Tony to hear. He tries to take your phone from you, but you're faster and dodge him. A brief scuffle ensues until you manage to push Loki aside and regain control of your device.

"What's going on?" Tony asks since he hears your voices but doesn't have a clear view.

"Everything's fine. I'll drop Loki back home later," you assure him before you hang up.

"Wicked minx," Loki accuses you. He stands right in front of you, as usual in your personal space. You thought you'd have to get used to it by now, but it still gives you goosebumps. In a good way. And that's bad.

"That was for startling me earlier" you promptly retort.

Loki's grin takes on something wolfish. He's long since realized that he's found a worthy opponent in you and wonders to what extent he can test the limits.

You hear a soft bubbling and remember that you still have a potion on the stove. Quickly, you step past Loki and rush to it to keep it from boiling over. It would ruin it and you’ve put a lot of work into it.

"How did you get here?" you ask Loki in passing.

"Through the portal in your room." Apparently he's decided not to leave your side today, because the Asgardian is stepping up beside you again and watching you work over your shoulder.

"You were in my room?" You scrunch your nose. You don't like that thought. Apparently you need to put a magical protection around your room in the tower. You had refrained from doing that until now because you thought it was safe enough. "How did you get in there anyway?"

"Don't insult me," Loki speaks with his usual arrogance. "The protective measures in the tower are no obstacle to me. Speaking of which, your chambers are rather spartan and not particularly tastefully decorated. I took the liberty of changing that."

Now this is really going too far! You whirl around to face him with an angry glare. "What?! Loki, if I go back and everything is green, I swear to god-…"

"I'm a god. Swear to me."

You blink and stare at him. He's thrown you off balance. It takes a few seconds for your brain to remember how to form words and you turn back to your potion. "Unbelievable," you mutter softly.

You don't see it, but Loki is very pleased with himself. You feel his presence at your back, knowing he's still standing there. You’re longing to touch him, brushing your back at his chest. You breathe in and out deeply, trying to focus on your work. You can't let the Asgardian throw you off.

It's just a game to him.

This phrase became a mantra in your head that you repeat over and over. You wish it was different, that you could be more than just friends. It pains you, but you allow the feeling in, even welcome it. It stings your heart, but in the long run it will help you overcome your feelings.

"So, why are you here?" you ask again, but this time less brusque. You need to talk to not fall into a spiral of thoughts. "I'm not complaining about it, just wondering. You've never seemed interested in my cottage before. It's a very small country. Not as luxurious as you're used to."

Not compared to his suite in the tower and even less to the palace Loki grew up in. Even if you can only imagine that one.

"Don't sell it short. It's lovely." His puffed confidence seems to scale down and his next words are almost apologetic. "I'm sorry for coming here unannounced. I don't mean to intrude if you are busy with your work." He watches you pour the brew out of the pot. You don't say anything, because you have a feeling there's more to come.

"Sometimes being in the tower can be a lot. My brother. Everything. I merely wished to escape it for a few hours."

You throw him a smile over your shoulder. "Of course, Loki, you can stay the day."

It's a big vote of trust that Loki is so honest with you. He seems relieved by your answer.

It's little nuances in his behavior, but by now you can read him pretty well. And you also understand his reasons. You have the freedom to enter and leave the tower as you wish. Loki doesn't. The residents and workers are friendly and polite to you. Not that much to him.

But the Avengers seem to open up to him. It’s going just fine with Tony. Natasha and Clint also seem to have a better opinion of him after the mission. But it's not friendship. Not even companionship, more like a polite tolerating on both sides.

Loki only has Thor - and you. And when the two of you aren't around, he spends his time alone in the suite, or at least that's what you assume. It's big and equipped with everything he needs. But he probably still feels cooped up in it. You certainly would. And Loki has been there longer than you’ve even had this job. You can't blame him for wanting to go somewhere else, see something different.

"I may ask you to help me with my work, though," you add.

"I'm at your service, Witchling."

A grin creeps onto your face as you think of how tempting that offer is. But in a different way. Luckily, you've turned your back on him and he can't see your face. "Great. Then you can get the box of bottles from under the table," you say instead, pointing at them.

He does as told while you pull a stack of labels from a drawer and label them as rheumatism medicine and with today's date. You show Loki how he can help you fill the bottles.

After everything is done, you put them in a basket.

"We're going to deliver these to a nursing home. Unless you'd rather stay here and read in the garden," you offer him. After all, he's come here to have some peace and quiet.

"I'll go with you."

"Great," you smile, then your eyes fall on his outfit. "But you should change into something casual. People here don't know about Asgardian gods nor their fashion."

With a green glow, his usual tunic and leathery pants change into dark jeans and a green shirt. You acknowledge it with a satisfied nod.

Your path takes you along the edge of a forest. It's a quiet area, you've chosen it at your home especially for that. There are not many people out here, they normally stick to the larger paths. Since today is a cloudy day, you see nobody else.

There is also a road from your cottage to the next village, but on foot it is a detour. You'll get there much faster on the narrow path.

It is a large forest with dense undergrowth. You visit it often to look for herbs or mushrooms. You know which trees are hollow and preferred by owls for nesting, where you can find feathers from them. You know the small pond fed by an underground spring where foxes and deer rest. The forest is familiar to you – you have lived here for many years and are more out in the wild than among people. Because of your work in the tower and with Loki, you no longer have the time to visit it every day. It's a nice change and you realize you've missed contact with others. To exchange more than a few words with someone and to see them more often than just every few weeks.

Sometimes you miss the quiet of nature. New York is a hectic city and even in the corridors of the Avenger Tower you always see someone. Loki is pleasant company, you find. He walks silently beside you here, carrying the basket, contemplating the landscape. It is an easy silence, one in agreement. You don't feel obliged to speak just for the sake of words, but revel in your own thoughts – yet you are not feeling alone.

"Did you grow up here?" the Asgardian asks you.

You shake your head.

"No, I'm from the mainland. We've gotten into the habit of moving every few decades so people won’t notice that we age differently." At his questioning look, you add, "My siblings and me. My sister lives in France at the moment and my brother in Canada."

"I didn't know you had siblings," Loki admits.

"We don't see each other often. My brother is a bit like yours: great laugh and always in a good mood. Not so good with hugs, thought," you smile as you think of him. You should talk to your siblings sometime soon.

"Do you prefer that kind of company?" Loki asks you hesitantly.

"It's nice, but also draining." You turn your head toward him. "I prefer your company."

"Do you now?"

"I do." No snarky remark, no witty comeback. Just a simple truth. It surprises Loki and he falls quiet for a while. You don't mind walking in silence, you are used to it when you’re with him.

"I also enjoy your company." You almost miss his reply, a quiet confession that makes you smile.

"That's good to hear." But before you can say anything else, the Asgardian suddenly stops and tilts his head.

"We're not alone," he says quietly in response to your questioning look. "Someone is following us."

You perk up, but you can't hear more than a rustling in the undergrowth. Loki takes a step between you and the trees, you feel the density of his magic increase around him as if he were gathering it.

A low growl sounds from between the trees, and it is picked up by two or three more creatures. It is menacing, but still you can’t see any beast.

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