#sams x ln

[bittyfromquotev]

I had a wonderful idea y’all. What if…

TSAMS/TLEAS x Little Nightmares

It would still be the basic storyline of the Little Nightmares games, just with TSAMS/TLEAS characters instead. I already have (some of) their roles in mind. Also I just really don’t like Lunar sometimes so—

Lunar- Six

Earth- Mono

Moon- the Janitor

Bloodmoon Twins- the Chef Twins

Killcode- TV/Hat Guy

Ruin/Jigsaw- the Doctor

Creator- the Tower

Eclipse- the Geisha

Sun- the Teacher

Solar- the Hunter

:)

[ramp-it-up]

Knock You Down

Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down.

Word count: less than 2K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run 🫠, and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts. Part II is already in the queue and will be posted on Friday, 10/11.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Slow burn, cursing, mutual pining, Bucky the player, wild thoughts, kisses on the hand and the cheek. No sex!

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"Won't see it coming when it happens. But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now."

Bucky always scoffed at Steve’s advice. He and Sam never understood his solitary bachelorhood and his one night stand lifestyle.

The truth was, he hadn’t met anyone who held his interest enough to warrant a second date, much less anything beyond one casual hookup. So, he never made promises that he couldn’t keep, and most women said they were down for that. 

Even if they were lying to themselves.

At 42, James Buchanan Barnes was too dedicated to his business, ostensibly as an art dealer, for a serious relationship. The truth was that he dealt in many things, and that was why his business needed so much attention. 

His life and everyone’s around him depended on it. 

Bucky Barnes wasn’t going to get caught slipping.

In love or in business.

—---

The first time you met James Buchanan Barnes, on what you thought would be a random Monday afternoon, he appraised you in a way that shook you to the core, those ocean blue eyes looking into your soul. You felt as if he were evaluating a piece of art as he gazed at you across his desk. 

You couldn’t know that he felt the exact same way. 

His eyes never strayed from your face as he shook your hand, but he’d noticed every bit of you as you entered his gallery, Rebirth. You were more stunning than any piece of art that he’d ever curated in the space.

While nothing like his normal type, you made Bucky feel as if he’d been so wrong about so much in his life the moment you entered his orbit. He had to get to know you to find what he’d been missing.

This afternoon you were a sight to behold and serving body. Although you were covered from neck to shin in an elegant sheath dress, the high, wrapped waist was giving all of your bounteous curves up to whoever glanced at you. And you had heads turning.

Steve, Sam, and even Natasha craned their necks to watch you as you entered Bucky’s office. And he could have sworn that Nat’s neck was at a 90 degree angle as she watched you leave her desk just outside his door.

You were fine as hell.

Bucky was entranced by dreams of handling your curves and making you smile at him forever.

As Bucky dreamed, you admired the man in front of you. Tall, dark, and handsome, Barnes wasn’t a young man, but the gray in his beard and the crinkles around his eyes made him that much more attractive. 

Even more attractive than in the paparazzi pics of him with various young models and actresses of the moment, waifs and ingénues with whom he was never photographed twice.

You just knew you were safe from any advances from him.

You thought.

“Enchanté, Ms. Y/LN. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Bucky lowered his head as he greeted you, a slight bow and extended his hand to his desk. You noticed the tattoo that started on his hand and seemed to go up his sleeve and went in the direction he pointed.

"You know, you are quite tenacious. I don’t take many meetings with potential buyers. But all of my people told me that I should.”

The silk of his voice, the unexpected tenor of it, and the way he took your hand made you shiver at the aura of experience that he gave off.

The word Daddy floated around in your mind for a moment until he invited you to sit.

You had to concentrate on the business at hand, that of negotiating for a piece of art for the Art and Culture Center in Brownsville, of which you were the director. The purchase was made possible by benefactors to commemorate a deceased Brownsville artist who became famous, then forgotten, during the Harlem Renaissance.

“You’ve made it past Ms. Romanoff, my gallerist, Mr. Wilson, my business manager, and Mr. Rogers, my gallery director, Ms. Y/LN. What makes you think that I’m going to give you a different answer? Letting that piece go for the price you’ve proposed is not a good business move.”

“You can’t afford to miss out on this opportunity, Mr. Barnes. Yes, you will be taking a loss on the artwork, but you will be on the ground floor of a major rediscovery. You will be known as one of the few who helped to resurrect the brilliance of the artist Howard Benson. You can be the Alice Walker to his Zora Neale Hurston.”

And that is when Bucky leaned back in his chair, astounded at your shrewd calculation.

“I love the way your mind works, Ms. Y/LN.”

You smiled and settled back into your chair, causing Bucky to shift in his chair. He wanted to be buried in you. He appraised and decided that he liked the pout that changed your lips almost as much as the smile that initially greeted him when he replied, “But that price is still unacceptable.”

You raised an adorable eyebrow at him and rose to the challenge that he lay at your feet ready to tangle with the inimitable James Barnes. The conversation stretched from early afternoon to dinner time, making you suspect that Barnes was drawing it out for some reason. You matched him, point for point, until it was dark. But he yielded no ground.

The conversation was intellectual foreplay: art history, sociology, american politics. And it was the most stimulated you’d been in a while. 

You could do this all night.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down. There were several text messages and emails lighting up your screen. You’d been in deep with Barnes for hours. It was after 6 pm. It seemed like only minutes. You noticed that it was only you and Bucky left in the gallery and rose to excuse yourself, albeit reluctantly.

“Oh! I’m sorry to keep you so long. I’m sure that you must have plans.”

You’d done your research and you knew that there was probably someone little more than half Barnes’ age waiting for him. When you searched social media, there was a sighting or spotted every month or so of Bucky and a young, beautiful woman.

You reached for your coat, but Bucky was behind you in seconds, taking it from you and helping you put it on. You shivered at his breath at your throat and his hands on your collarbone as he draped the lapels over your neck. His deep chuckle made your stomach flip. He saw right through you.

“No one is waiting for me but my cat, Alpine. How about you, Ms. YLN? Anyone waiting for you in Brownsville?”

“Not tonight. No.”

Why in the world were you doing the sultry whisper thing? This man didn’t want you. 

Did he?

You cleared your throat and you felt dizzy when you looked up and saw how close he was standing to you. Those eyes and the smile that graced his handsome face had you warm, but the way he licked his lips had you spiraling.

Bucky pushed down a mild sense of panic that someone might be expecting you some other night, but that was irrational. Competition never ever entered his mind when he talked to other women. 

What was happening here?

“Well I would consider myself extremely fortunate and would be honored if we could continue this conversation over dinner.”

—-

The way James Barnes turned your meeting into a dinner date had your head spinning, but the wonderful conversation and easy, light hearted banter eased your mind. As soon as the first course was served at your table at dinner at Bohemian, he agreed to your initial price.

From there, once the terms were settled, the conversation turned to more personal questions, each of you sharing the stories of your life in your town, his childhood in Romania, your childhood in Brooklyn, and lots of funny stories.

At one point early in the night, Bucky stopped you from calling him Mr. Barnes.

“Please. Call me James. Or you could call me Bucky. My Friends call me Bucky. For my middle name, Buchanan. Bucky is short for Buchanan.”

Bucky found himself rambling. He had not been this nervous in a while.

You looked at him quizzically. At that moment, he would give you anything you were about to ask of him.

“Do you have a lot of friends? I mean, do a lot of people call you Bucky?“

Godamn, the husk in your voice, those lips, those eyes. Everything about you was about to set him on fire.

“I have a few who are in my close circle. Natasha, Steve, Sam. They and a very few others call me Bucky. Most people I speak with call me Mr. Barnes...”

You nodded slowly, licking your lips, making Bucky feel it in his cock.

“Then I will call you James.”

He got your subtle meaning. You wanted to be different. 

And you were. So very different.

After almost five hours of the best conversation and laughter, he proposed another time for you two to meet before the week was up, on Friday. He had made it clear at dinner that now that business was concluded that he wanted to spend time with you.

Friday night would be a date, the second one at his insistence.

You debated that fact as his driver took you home, even up until he walked you to the door of your brownstone.

He leaned against your doorframe and checked you out as you retrieved your keys from your purse. When you turned and caught him looking, you gasped, causing him to straighten up and move toward you, eyes dilated.

“It will be our second date,” you conceded.

Bucky’s mouth curled into a smirk as he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his mouth. Your soul burned as he pressed his lips to your palm. It was like the hint of a drug in your veins and you wanted so much more.

“What made you change your mind?”

That voice. Did you have a voice kink? Good lord.

You flushed, both at the images that were racing through your mind, and at the arbitrary three date rule you’d made up a while ago. Why was that again?

You cleared your throat.

“Because of the way you are looking at me, James. And the fact that you just kissed me.”

“Is this a kiss?”

“Ummhmmmm.”

You hummed as Bucky raised his eyebrow and your hand again. This time, he brushed his lips against your wrist and inhaled the perfume lingering there. You were about to melt.

Bucky didn’t even know what he was doing. The next step in his mind was to open his mouth and consume you, but he opened his eyes and spied you looking at him in that way, and he knew he had to stop. He didn’t want this to be like all of his other conquests.

He straightened up, but didn’t let go of your hand, entangling your fingers together. 

“You are correct, Y/N. In my mind, this is a date. I am interested in you, for more than just your taste in art. I hope that this is the first date of many.”

You were bowled over at his straightforwardness. It was not what you were used to. This was a man, not a boy in mens clothing.

“I appreciate your honesty, James.”

You went on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering on the black and grey stubble so close to his lips. You turned around, giving him a view of your backside as you opened your door.

“And your ambition.”

You gave him that smile again with a wink, and your “Goodnight, James,” floated up to him on cloud nine.

——-

Let me know if you liked it!

Part II here.

[boiohboii]

Nobel prize winner wife pt2 (toto wolff x reader)

(Social media au)

Toto just revealed who his wife of 15 years is, but if he was going to reveal his family, why not all members of them?

or

in which Toto Wolff decided to let everyone know who is the little boy who made him a father

Note: I am sure this is not what you guys had in mind when you asked for part 2, but I just felt like a little teen in the mix is needed for our favorite it couple. WARNING: like 3 swear words, if I missed anything please let me know

Masterlist

PART 1

Liked by wolfffam, ynwolff, totodaddy and 417,930 others

F1WAGS&FAVES: Dr. YN LN seen today in Yeongsan International School of Seoul, rumors are she is there for the freshmen's parents career day.

username: I can not handle dad toto and mum yn

username: toto and yn might be official dilf and milf

username: no, I refuse to believe they have a kid that isn't me

username: I am willing to fight their kid for an exchange of parents

username: I love how with every photo her skin tone gets whiter

username: welcome to the white washing of korea

username: she never disappoints with her fits

username: if they actually have a kid imagine how awesome it'd be, like his dad is the team principle of the Mercedes f1 team and his mum is the only woman to win a Nobel prize twice!

username: if I'm a parent and my kid is a friend of theirs, I'd never compare my kid to baby wolff, he'd just pull an uno reverse card and compare me to yn and toto

username: say sike rn

Liked by Lewishamilton, Pierregasly, georgerussell63 and 819,652 others

mercedesamgf1: can't wait for sam to join us, it's going to be such a fun weekend with him here..... here are 4 pictures of baby wolff throughout the years (yes, we knew, he is our favourite person in the paddock) ps: all photos of our prince are till he was 13 years old

Lewishamilton: can't wait to see the little man

samwolff09: can't wait to see you too uncle Lewis

georgerussel63: @.samwolff09 what about me?

samwolff09: @.georgerussel63 we were together last week 😆 but I still miss you 😄

username: THEY KNOW EACH OTHER, UNCLE LEWIS, HE WAS WITH GEORGE

username: HE HAS AN ACCOUNT

username: his account is private 🥲

danielricciardo: the little prince is growing up, I remember when he was just learning how to run

samwolff09: uncle Danny, please don't tell anyone of that time, I still get embarrassed thinking about it

samwolff09: we can't wait to join you again, take good care of mum and dad till Jay and I join you

mercedesamgf1: of course your highness

username: who is Jay?

username: imagine it's his brother

username: STOP IT!

maxverstappen1: P misses you @.samwolff09

samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 I miss her too!! So much! Is she joining this weekend?

maxverstappen1: @.samwolff09 yes yes, once she knew you're coming she wouldn't take no for an answer

samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 YES! I CAN'T WAIT, SEND HER MY HUGS AND KISSES

username: max being chatty with toto's son is so unhinged for my 2023 agenda

username: max writing his longest comments for sam wolff will be my favourite social media interaction

mickschumacher: Sammy! Keep your phone with you this time @.samwolff09

samwolff09: @.mickschumacher micky, please, it was one time!

sebastianvettel: well, now I have no choice but to go this weekend

samwolff09: uncle seb! I miss you!! Are you really coming?? Please say yees, pleaaseeee

sebastianvettel: of course little cub, who else is gonna watch over you and Jay

username: baby wolff collecting drivers left right and center

christanhorner: it had been too long since I saw this little man

samwolff09: looking forward to seeing you again sir @.christanhorner

christanhorner: @.samwolff09 please, call me uncle chris, and make sure to stop by and say hi

samwolff09: of course uncle Chris! See you then

username: I am confusion

username: did baby wolff just make a truce between mercedes and redbull

username: his smile can stop wars and here's the proof

Loked by park-sunhoon, jaypark, lewishamilton and 273 others

samwolff09: I just wanna thank my parents on my birthday cause they always make me feel loved, they always make me feel safe and that every little thing I do or feel is valid and is okay, I am so lucky to have them and I am truly thankful for being able to have them in my life and to be here as their son.

Liked by jungwonofficial, park-sunghoon, mercedesamgf1 and 261 others

samwolff09: 11 years apart and my love for this place is still the same

jaypark: one of the best vacation houses fr

park-sunghoon: true, it's still my favorite place

jungwonofficial: the summer we spent there was the best one man, we need to do that again

samwolff09: @.jaypark @.park-sunghoon @.jungwonofficial let's go again next summer, I'm sure dad and mum won't mind

Liked by jaypark, jungwonofficial, park-sunghoon and 258 others

samwolff09: I hate that we don't have any good pictures with the 4 of us together, but aside from that, I miss you three so much, fuck you for being busy...... but hey, make these bomb tracks woon and sungie win another world championship... jay I see you everyday at school but it'd be rude if I didn't include you

jungwonofficial: so it's rude to ignore jay but not rude to not post a picture of us together, okay I see how it is sammy boy

jaypark: we are the nepo babies of our quadrant man that's why I'm stuck by your side 😚

park-sunghoon: I thought you deleted the photo of the 2 of us! Dude, I can't have evidence of me clinging onto you, it'd ruin my image!

jaypark: what image, everyone knows you're a clingy ass mf as soon as you see sam

Liked by mercedesamgf1, georgerussel63, sebastianvettel and 361 others

samwolff09: happy father's day to my old man, he is such a great and loving man (even though he still scares me whenever I'm studying) when I feel like I'm so different from him he gives me all the love and support I need, and even if I don't say a thing, he still knows and makes sure that I know how appreciated I am and why he is proud to be my father, he let's me explore and experience things as much as I want while watching over me so that I won't get hurt. Dad, I love you so much and I swear I will carry you and take care of you when you're old and tired

{Taglist- everyone who asked for pt2, thank you and I hope you liked it ♥️♥️

@topaz125 @miiikkeey @omgsuperstarg @nayizy @ohkapten @d-stargirl @innercollectivecomputer }

[literaryavenger]

Broken - part 3

Summary: You find Bucky having a panic attack and do your best to help him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Panic attack. Innocent and broken Bucky. I'd also like to say I never actually had a panic attack but did my best to write the whole process with the research I did. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: I'll say it till the end of time: English isn't my first language and this is my first fanfic. I'm thinking of starting to write fanfics because I have so many different ideas and scenarios and I have NO idea where this one is going, so maybe let me know if you'd like to read more from me? Idk. If you find mistakes please feel free to point them out so I can correct them. I'd also love some feedback and constructive criticism Enjoy!

Masterlist

As soon as you left the medbay, you immediately went to the floor where the guest rooms are, determined to check up on Bucky.

You find them all empty, so you decide to check around the tower in all the communal spaces: Living room, kitchen, training rooms, ecc.

Nothing.

At this point you're starting to wonder if he left the tower altogether. "Jarvis?" you decide to ask the AI.

"Yes, Miss Y/LN?" he answer.

"Do you happen to know where Bucky is?"

"He's locked himself in his room." Jarvis promptly answers, leaving you a little confused.

"But I checked the guest rooms, they were all empty."

"Mr Barnes has been assigned a permanent room, like every other Avenger."

"Oh." you say, a little surprised but happy about it "Could you tell me where it is?"

"It's on the 48th floor, room next to yours and in front of Mr. Wilson’s."

"Thank you, J." you say, making your way to the elevator.

"You're welcome, Miss." he says.

It made sense he would get assigned that room. It's one of the last ones left free as the team keeps growing, and it also happens to be the floor where Steve lives along with you and Sam.

You get to your floor and are thankful to see that it's empty, not wanting to confront anybody else today.

You make your way through the corridor and stop at the first bedroom on the left, Bucky's new room.

You gently knock on the door but don't get any type of answer, so you knock a little louder.

Again, nothing.

"Bucky, it's Y/N." you can't hear anything. "

I just wanted to make sure you were okay? Jarvis, are you sure he's in there?" you ask after not hearing a sound.

"Positive, miss Y/LN." you consider what to do for a few seconds.

He obviously doesn't want anyone's company. Or maybe he just doesn't want yours.

After all, you have known him less than a day, and he did left the medbay after you made eye contact and you saw him crying.

You hope he doesn't think you agree with what Tony said, even though you didn't even try to defend him after you learned about his past. But you were just shocked, whatever you expected, it definitely was not that.

Before you could decide to knock again or just leave him alone, you hear a very muffled sob coming from the other side of the door. As much as you do want to respect his privacy, you're getting a little worried.

You try opening the door but it's locked. "Jarvis, override lock on Bucky's room."

"Lock override successful." he says just as you hear the lock click.

You carefully open the door and look towards the bed, but see that it's empty.

You come in and close the door behind you, standing with your back against it and trying to adjust to the newfound darkness in the room without the light from the corridor.

You look around the room trying to locate Bucky when you hear another quiet sob coming from the furthest corner of the room.

You slowly make your way towards it and, as soon as you're close enough, you see Bucky curled up with his arms hugging his legs against his chest and his head buried in his legs.

"Bucky...?" you try to get his attention before getting any closer so as to not scare him, but you’re not sure if he can even hear you.

He's still visibly shaking like before and sobbing very quietly but uncontrollably. you get closer and kneel down right in front of him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

His head shoots up in surprise and the look on his face is that of pure fear as he moved back as close as he can against the wall and as far away from you as possible.

you feel bad for scaring him, and pull away a bit further from him, but still close enough so he can see who you are after the initial shock.

You can tell he recognizes you when his face and his shoulders drop some of the tension, although he makes no attempts to get closer to you.

You decide to try and get a little closer after a few moments, so you slowly get back to kneeling right in front of him while he watches your every move but doesn't try to get further away.

His eyes are wide open and his breathing is getting quicker by the second, tears still streaming down his face.

Then you realize he's having a panic attack.

You consider your options for a second. You've never had a panic attack yourself, but you know Tony gets them and, although you've happened to be there for a few of them over the years, you were never the one to calm him down. Getting him wasn't an option either, everything considered.

You could try to get Steve, he might know what to do if this has happened to Bucky before, but seeing Bucky's breathing get quicker and quicker you guess there's not enough time to get him here.

Then suddenly you remembered something helpful, thank fuck.

"Bucky, look at me." you order him quietly so as to not make him panic even more.

He meets your eyes, meaning you have his attention, but shows no signs of calming down.

"Tell me five things you can see." You simply tell him.

He's confused for a moment, but seeing the determined look on your face you guess he decides that he indeed heard correctly what you asked of him and starts looking around.

"I can see..." He starts but seems to have trouble finishing his sentence.

"It's okay, just try to take a deep breath and concentrate on the things around you." You tell him in the softest voice you can while trying not to panic yourself.

"I-I can see a lamp," he starts, looking around. "the door... a bed, a chair, and... a desk?" he finishes, a little unsure of what he's even doing.

"Good. Now, tell me four things you can touch." you tell him, still surprisingly calm.

"I can touch the carpet" he says, slowly touching the fluffy carpet under him. "The dresser, the wall..." he says, touching the dresser at his right and the wall at his left that he was basically hiding between.

"And... Um..." he looks like he has a little trouble coming up with a fourth thing, until he reaches for you, puts his right hand on your shoulder and says "And you."

You chuckle, which seems to calm him just the slightest bit and you keep going. "Alright, tell me three things you can hear."

He stays quiet for a few seconds, listening for sounds you imagine, and then says "I can hear the AC, the rain and the elevator being used."

He then looks at you waiting for the next thing, but you take a second to realize what he said and you're impressed.

You hadn't even realized it's raining and the elevator was all the way across the floor. The hearing on this man. With a small 'damn' that you’re now sure he can hear, you keep going.

"Tell me two things you can smell." you tell him.

You can see his nose scrunch a little, which you find adorable, and he says "I can smell jasmine." looking at the flower vase on his bedside table filled with jasmines, your favorite flowers that Tony tends to leave here and there just for your enjoyment.

"And… strawberries?" he says, a little confused with his answer.

You're confused too until you realize what he's probably smelling. "Oh, it's probably just my shampoo" you say with a chuckle.

He gives you a nod with a smile smile and you say "Now, last thing, tell me one thing you can taste."

He thinks about your words for a second, a look of concentration on his face, then he looks back at you and says, very quietly. "I can taste my tears."

you give him a sad smile and say "That's heartbreaking... But on the bright side, you're not panicking anymore."

He gives you a sad smile of his own, but seems to suddenly realize everything that just happened.

His face drops and he bows his head, refusing to look you in the eye, clearly very embarrassed that you saw him in the middle of a panic attack.

"Are you okay?" you ask him softly, tears still running down his face and his body still trembling a little but visibly more calm.

"I should be the one asking you that..." he answers, his voice a little hoarse from all the crying.

You can't help the smile that makes its way on your face at his concern.

"I'm fine, thanks to you. Are you okay, though?" you ask again.

"You shouldn't be here..." he says quietly.

He's still avoiding your question, so instead you ask "Why not?"

"I could hurt you..." he says in a small, sad voice that breaks your heart.

"Would you hurt me?" you ask.

He frowns and almost immediately says "of course not" still very quietly.

You give him a reassuring smile and say "Then I'm not worried." he finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile.

After a few minutes of silence, you feel the need to ask him. "Was that the first time that happened to you?"

He shakes his head and, when you don't say anything else and just look at him expectantly, he elaborates.

"I've had a few in the last three months, since... You know..." He says with a quiet voice and avoided your gaze. "It was the first time someone helped me though... Steve tried to, but they wouldn't let him..." he finishes.

You know by 'they' he means the guards at the Raft, so you don't ask any more questions about it, knowing he probably wants to forget about that place in the first place.

So instead you get up, look down at him and, extending your arm for him to take, you ask. "Why don't you get some sleep? You look exhausted."

He just nods, slowly taking your hand and getting up with absolutely no help from you. Being a big and strong dude of course he doesn't need it.

You walk to his bed and he sits down, you turn and are about to walk to the door when he stops you, his hand still in yours.

You turn back towards him and see him looking down, which makes you think that maybe you imagined him pulling on your hand?

But then you hear him, barely because of how low his voice is, asking "Can you stay?"

You aren't sure you heard right, so you ask him "You want me to stay with you?"

But he seemed to take that as you thinking he was crazy for even suggesting something like that because he very quickly drops your hand and says "You don't have to, you probably have enough of me after the panic attack, it's alright you can go." and just lays down on the bed, turning his back on you.

You stand there for a moment, thinking of what to do before you decide that not only is it clear that Bucky was desperately reaching out, not wanting to be alone, but you don't want to be alone either.

And, right now, it feels like Bucky is your only friend left in the tower. The only one you aren't pissed at, at least.

You move closer to his bed and quietly say "Bucky... I can stay, if you want me to."

He turns around to face you, a little shocked so you give him a smile to let him know you're serious.

He scoots over to make space for you and, after taking off your shoes and without either one of you saying another word, you lay down on your back.

After several minutes of silence you hear him quietly say "Thank you." which makes you turn on your side so you're facing him, only to find him already facing you.

"Anytime." you whisper back with a smile, which he returns.

You stay like that for a little while, just looking at each other, and eventually you fall asleep, his beautiful, freakishly blue eyes being the last thing you see.

Bucky watches you sleep for a bit until he also falls into a quiet sleep, with you very unaware of the fact that this is the first time in years, if not decades, that Bucky actually gets a full night of peaceful sleep.

Part 4

[kwinsispn3]

Princess in Distress

Pairings: Dean & Sam x child!reader

Word Count: 2,938

anon request: Hi lovely, I hope that your doing okay?

I know that this is a bit odd of a request and if your not into it, I won't feel bad for you to just be like no absolutely not.

So I'm really big on the fics where the readers like really young (around 4 or 5) and Sam and Dean rescue her on a hunt from where her parents died. And it's lots of tears and sadness and fluff and theirs lots of cute little nicknames like babygirl and princess and she goes to live with them because she has no where else to go. And of course she has to take a liking to one of the boys, either Dean or Sam, whichever one you want.

I know that's really weird, but I just like to read those because I think they're cute. And again, no pressure and if you don't like it or simply just don't want to write it, no worries.

And if you have any fic recs like that, if you wouldn't mind recommending that would be great.

A/N: Hey y'all I am back with another fic!!! I'm excited I am sitting down to write in this moment, I missed writing spn stories. I still come on here to check on things and read other writers stories. I hope y'all enjoy!

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The Winchesters had gotten a lead on a demon case a few towns over in their home state of Kansas. Some of Crowley's demons were going around, taking the forms of innocent citizens to go undercover. The boys were able to track down a few so far, but unfortunately, none of them had made it.

The demons had beaten up the bodies of the original individuals so much that they were already dead by the time they had exorcised the demons from them.

Y/N's parents were among those individuals.

5 year old Y/N was living a normal, everyday life. She was close to starting kindergarten. Until everything took a turn.

Her parents Alan and Marisa Wesler, got possessed one night. The next morning, Y/N was under the care of two demons, wearing her parents like costumes. She did not notice at first, it eventually got to a point where it was clear, something was wrong. Y/N started asking questions, to which the demons would grow impatient as time went on, and ditched the act.

Y/N did not understand, it looked like her mother and father, but they were not acting like them at all. She wanted to trust them, but something about their demeanor did not sit right with her. She thought about calling the police, but didn't know what she'd say. She thought about running away, but didn't know where she'd go. Instead, Y/N made a plan to go to her neighbors house. The Merrick's, who were good friends with her parents. Little did she know, the demons had sensed her plan.

Y/N waited until it was 11:00 at night, when her parents would usually go to bed. It was hard for her to keep her eyes open this late at night, but she was determined to get help. She tiptoed down the stairs out of her bedroom, avoiding every creak she could. She approached the front door and looked behind her to make sure no one had hear anything. The coast was clear.

Turning the lock of the front door ever so slightly, and quietly opening the door a crack.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetie?"

Y/N whipped her head around to see her mother standing over her. Surprised, since she heard no one coming.

~

Sam and Dean had gotten word of where the next demons were headed, a town outside of Kansas City. They just hoped they would get there in time, this time around. The boys had tracked them down to a suburbs neighborhood.

They had been driving all day, it was now late at night. Dean drove through the neighborhood, Sam sitting in the passenger seat, looking for anything unusual. Sam wasn't able to locate an address, but they had tracked the location to this subdivision.

Sam rolled down the window, hoping he and his brother did not look as suspicious. It was almost midnight, so most of the inhabitants should be asleep.

As they drove down a street called Magnolia Ln, Sam looked at each house, and soon found one where the front door was wide open.

"Dean, stop."

"What? Why, what do you see?" Dean slowly braked, putting the car in park in the middle of the street.

"Look." Sam pointed out. Dean met his gaze at the open front door of the house.

"Doesn't that seem kind of odd?" Sam suggested.

The two looked over the house, when all of the lights went out, all at once. The brothers looked at each other and opened their doors in unison. Rushing to get their defense supplies and approached the house with caution.

~

The demon that had Y/N's mother snatched her up, the minute she found her trying to escape the house, and dragged her across the floor.

Y/N screamed. "Mommy! What are you doing, let go of me!"

"Not a chance in hell! Listen here, you are going to do exactly as I say." The female demon said. Y/N's father then entered the room in a rush.

"They've found us!" He whispered urgently.

"Who?"

"The Winchester's"

"You little terror! You led them right to us!" She slapped Y/N across the face and threw her across the room. She landed on the ground, tears welling in her eyes. She had no idea what was going on, or what her mother was talking about.

The demons smoked out of their meat, black smoke filling the air and escaping through the vents in the home. Y/N looked up in terror, then watched her parents both fall to the ground, lifeless.

Waiting a few moments for any sign, there was nothing. It was still and quiet. The little girl arose slowly, walking lightly over to her mother who laid still on the floor.

"Mommy?" Y/N called out, nudging the woman, but getting no response. "Daddy?" she tried her father, but nothing.

Sniffling, she backed away, almost frozen. Until she heard footsteps coming from outside the house. Y/N panicked, not knowing if there was something else coming after her, and ran to the nearest closet down the hall.

Sam and Dean entered the house, clicking their flashlights on so they could start looking around. Dean walked into the living room to find two bodies, a man and a woman. He sighed out of frustration, they didn't make it in time.

"Sam." He called out.

Sam's footsteps got louder, coming closer to Dean as he looked over his shoulder at the scene. His face dropping in regret. "Dean-"

"Let me just make sure, you go search the rest of the house."

Sam nodded and wandered off to check the rest of the house for any other family members. Upstairs, he found the couples bedroom, and a child's bedroom, with no sign of a child.

"Hey! I found a kids room, but I didn't find any kids." Sam announced as he came down the stairs.

"Do you think they killed their kid?"

"I'm not sure, no sign of anything." Sam sighed.

Meanwhile, Y/N hid in the corner of the hall closet, concealing herself behind as many coats as possible and tried to silence her cries.

"I feel like we're at a dead end here, there's no way we're gonna be able to keep up with these demons, they're too fast." Dean exclaimed, frustrated they had made no progress in the last week.

"I know, but we might have to skip their next stop, where ever that is so we can catch up to them eventually." Sam suggested.

"Or, we go find Crowley instead and get that son of a bitch to-"

"Wait." Sam interrupted.

"Sam, I'm getting tired of this, sometimes you gotta go straight to the source."

"No seriously, shhh. Listen." Sam whispered. They both stayed still and quiet. Sam's eyes widened, looking at Dean when he heard distant whimpers. They both walked quietly towards the noise, checking around the rest of the first floor until they found a closet that hadn't been checked.

Y/N heard the footsteps and the knob of the closet turned, and quickly quieted her sobs, scrunching up her small form closer into the corner. She saw a flashlight shine into the closet.

"Hello?" Sam whispered.

He started moving coats and other items, digging around in the closet. He pointed into the corner, revealing a little girl looking up at him with wide glossy eyes.

"Hey, are you okay sweetie?" Sam asked lightly. The little girl looked terrified, starting to cry. Sam gave Dean a glance, in which he responded with a look that screamed 'I don't know what to do'

"Alright, it's okay, c'mere." Sam huffed, reaching out for the little girl who couldn't back away anymore. She squirmed uncomfortably in his grip as he lifted her into his arms. "I'm not gonna hurt you." Sam reassured.

Dean stared with sad eyes at the child, who looked over at her dead parents in tears. Sam placed a protective hand over her head as he walked out of the house. Dean following behind.

"Okay, I'm just gonna have you sit in the car for a moment. I'll be right back." Sam opened the door to the backseat, letting the little girl out of his arms. It was getting chilly, Sam removed his coat and draped it over her small frame, to use as a blanket. Y/N accepted it shakily, moving to the far end of the backseat.

Sam closed the door as lightly as he could, trying not to frighten the girl. "Dean, what the hell are we gonna do? She's clearly terrified, and probably just saw her parents die."

"I know, poor kid." He whispered. Dean opened the back door and peeked his head into the backseat. "Hey kid, do you uh, have anywhere we could take you?" Dean hesitated.

The girl remained silent, trying to think, but didn't know of anywhere else to go. She shook her head no. "Nothing? No family, friends, grandparents?" Dean asked, getting no response.

"Well, it's really late, she's probably exhausted. Let's just take her with for the night. I don't know what else to do, can't really take her to the police and explain all that." Dean motioned to the house.

"Sure, I guess." Sam trailed off, looking over at the car. Sam and Dean had never had responsibility of a child like this, under these circumstances.

Dean rounded the car, getting in the front seat and looking back at Sam who stood there in disbelief.

"C'mon, we'll figure it out in the morning!" Dean called out.

Sam got in the car, looking back at the little girl who looked right back at him with bewilderment. He gave her a small smile as they pulled off the street and out of the neighborhood. Leaving life as she knew it, behind.

~

Y/N's eyes slowly opened, staring at the ceiling of a room she did not recognize. Slowly, she sat up in an unfamiliar bed, looking around the small room. Her gaze stopped at two men, who were sitting at a table. One was typing on a laptop, the other slumped over the table, sleeping with a beer still in his hand.

Sam looked up, nudging a passed out Dean. "Hey, Dean, wake up. She's awake."

Sam had been up all night trying to find information on her family and what they could possibly do.

"Hi, morning sweetheart. Um, do you uh, remember anything from last night?" Sam asked lightly.

The little girl thought to herself, remembering the events of the previous night. Her parents acting scary, black smoke, then they were gone just like that. She nodded frantically.

Sam's face was apologetic for the girl. Dean sat still at the table, letting his little brother handle this, as he was still trying to fully wake up. "Could you tell us your name?"

"Y/N"

"Y/N... that's a very pretty name. Well, I'm Sam, and this is Dean. We want to help you, if that's okay with you."

Y/N slowly nodded yes. "Where's my mom?"

The brothers looked at each other with a look that Y/N couldn't decipher. There was a long pause, neither of them knowing what to say. "Is she passed away? My daddy too?" She asked, tears welling in her eyes.

"Um, Y/N, I don't know how to tell you this... but, yeah." Dean unwillingly chimed in. "Why." she started to cry. "Why are they gone?"

"It's ah, a little hard to explain." Dean said.

Sam cautiously went over to the bed she sat in, awkwardly sitting down on the edge. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

"It was really scary. Mom and dad were really mean for a while. I was gonna get help, but they didn't like that. And then there was black smoke everywhere. I think it hurt them." Y/N said in between sniffles.

"I think you're right" Sam said. Y/N looked up at him. "See, my brother and I are trying to figure out what the black smoke is doing. We help people and try to stop bad things from happening."

"Oh... can you help my mom and dad?" she innocently asked.

"What's important, is that we help you." Dean stood up. "Do you have a last name?" Dean asked, hoping they could track down some family for Y/N to stay with.

"Uh, Wexler, is how I think you say it." she said quietly.

"Wexler? With an X?" Sam asked as he walked back over to his laptop.

"No, there is no X. It's like Weshler." she tried.

"Wesh?"

"No, weschler." Y/N struggled to pronounce the S.

"Wesler?"

"Yeah, Wesssler."

Sam started typing, searching anywhere, anything.

"So, uh. Are you hungry?" Dean asked, since he was ready to eat. Y/N nodded, her expression lightening up a little bit. "Okay, how bout we go get some waffles. Or are pancakes more your thing?"

"Waffles."

"With syrup and whipped cream?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright, let's go!" Dean looked over at Sam. "Want anything?"

"Uh, sure I'll take a-"

"Didn't think so." Dean cut off. Y/N giggled, as she followed Dean in her pink polka dotted pajamas.

~

Y/N spent the morning with Dean, getting breakfast at the diner a few blocks away from the motel they were staying at. He wasn't used to making conversation with a kid, let alone a kid Y/N's age.

"Hey, how old are you anyway, babygirl?" Dean asked on the walk back to the motel room.

"I'm five." Y/N held up her hand, showing 5 fingers.

Dean smiled and shook his head a little. "Well, you're the bravest little five year old I've ever met."

"I am?" Y/N said excitedly.

"Absolutely."

Dean unlocked the door and held it open as Y/N walked in, she held a coffee cup in her hands as she walked over to the table where Sam hadn't moved from.

"We got this for you." She smiled as she slid the cup over towards him.

"Wow, thank you very much, princess!" Sam exclaimed, looking up from his laptop.

Y/N spent the rest of the day in front of the TV, watching anything on the available channels that was appropriate. Y/N was a little bored after a while, but in a way, she understood that the brothers didn't have any kids toys laying around. Sam checked the time, it was nine pm.

"Okay, I think we should get to bed." Sam announced as he clicked off the television. Y/N yawned and scooted over to the bed she slept in the night before. Sam lifted the covers as she climbed in and laid down. "Let me know if you need anything, we'll both be over here." Sam tucked the girl in as best he could.

"Okay, thank you Sam." Y/N gave her best smile, getting comfy and rolling over to her side.

~

A few hours later, Sam let out a huff and pushed his laptop away. He looked over at Y/N who was for sure asleep by this time.

"Dean, I couldn't find anyone that's around in her immediate family. Her parents were both only children, both sets of grandparents have passed. No cousins or anyone I could find, it's weird... It doesn't seem like they had a lot of family left."

Dean stared off into space for a moment. "I guess, social services? Isn't that kind of the next step."

"Dean, you know how difficult the system can be. I know she isn't ours or anything, but I just don't know if I could put her through that." Sam leaned over into his hands.

"What do we do?"

~

The two men tried to be as quiet as possible, wanting to let the girl sleep in as long as she wanted to. When Y/N woke up, she looked over and sat up with a smile when she saw a specific basket on the table.

"Is that for me?" She asked with a hopeful tone. Looking over the basket of goodies. Sam suggested they get her some fun things to have. So, Dean went out once the nearest store opened and got an assortment of coloring books, toys, stuffed animals, games, and books for Y/N.

"I- uh, we didn't know what you liked, so we got a bunch of different stuff." Dean smiled. Y/N looked over all of the various fun toys, reaching for a stuffed elephant. She held it in her arms and snuggled it's softness.

"Why did you guys get so much stuff. This is crazy, I never had a present like this."

"Because a princess deserves to have some fun." Sam smiled.

"And... there's something we want to talk to you about." Dean followed.

It was not their first choice, but had ultimately decided to keep Y/N with them until further notice. Though it was a big decision that they had talked over, pretty much the whole night, there wasn't anything they could do at the moment.

The boys sat down and tried their best to explain it to the little girl. If she didn't know of anyone to stay with, and if they couldn't find any other arrangements....

"How would you feel about staying with us for a little while?" Sam asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Y/N stood there in thought, not saying anything.

"If you don't like that idea, we totally understand, and we can find something else that will work."

"No, um. I'm good with that." Y/N gave a little smile, squeezing her elephant.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Pick-up Line

Summary: Perhaps being a little corny isn’t so bad.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,801

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Laughs and giggles ring out around you, a hand pushing gently at your shoulder as your friend urges you on.

“You gotta do it Y/Ln.” He says, still lightly pushing, the playfulness clear in his gesture.

Shaking your head, you duck your gaze from the woman you’d seen at the bar.“ I’m not nearly drunk enough to go embarrass myself, thank you very much.”

For a second it seems they accept it, until your closest friend, Darcy, pipes up.“ I dare you.”

Sounds of instigation circled the booth instantly after and you shot a narrow eyed look at the brunette from across the table.

After a rather hard day at work, you and your friends all decided to come blow off some steam at a bar not too far from your job.

On a Friday night the place was growingly crowded but you managed to slip into a booth that seated you all comfortably and after two shots, paid for by your friend, you stopped caring how many people were in the building.

Music filled the space alongside chatter and laughter from the other patrons, only adding to the atmosphere that allowed everyone to start unwinding.

Drinks were ordered almost as fast as they were drunk, jokes filled the air, and the usual conversation and banter accompanied all of you. For the most part, you managed your avoid being the target of the jokes, until you were caught staring.

A woman had come into the bar, clad in black heeled boots, black skinny jeans, and a simple dark red top which was only revealed after she removed her coat, and she looked gorgeous.

You were nearly mesmerized at the way her long auburn hair flowed and bounced with each move. Becoming even more so when she turned to face the stage and you caught the sharp cut of her jawline and her high cheekbones. You didn’t have to be close to see that she was beautiful.

Sadly though, you were caught “ogling” her, and was promptly teased which transitioned into them telling you to go talk to her.

Knowing that you were no more than a gay mess, you hardly entertained the idea. You could appreciate beauty from afar and avoid embarrassment all at once.

Your friends knew that’s how you felt and told you not to take yourself too seriously. According to them you couldn’t go wrong with humor so Sam suggested you try a pick-up line to which you had to admit, you only knew lame ones that the internet provided.

Unswayed, he told you to go use one and your bashful ‘no’ met nothing but encouragement from everyone. That is until Darcy dared you.

Of course you could say no, avoid the humiliation and go on about your night, but you really couldn’t.

Having known Darcy since you were in college together came with baggage. Not the bad kind, just the kind that had you wishing there was none.

One truth or dare game at a party years ago, where the both of you swore you would never back down from a dare, was carried through years of friendship. Three little words, ‘I dare you’, more often than not led to one of you making a fool of yourselves and it seems that tonight, it was your turn.

The split second you take to consider saying no is met by a raise of the brunette’s eyebrow and your pride swallows the word.

After tossing back a shot for courage, you push yourself up from your seat and make your way across the room, fingers nervously tapping against the pockets of your jeans.

The distance between each barstool provides enough space for you to slide up beside the redhead with ease.

Now that you’re here: beside her with the burn of your friends’ obvious stares, you clam up a little. But you accepted the dare, and you’d honestly come too far to back out. Seeing how gorgeous she is up close however makes you wish the first thing out of your mouth wouldn’t be some lame pick-up line.

Still.

Clearing your throat, you turn your body to face her, plastering on a look of curiosity.“ Excuse me for bothering you but I saw you from across the room and I couldn’t help but wonder… is your father a thief by chance?”

Instantly, an expression of clear offense covers her features. A little line forms between her eyebrows as she frowns.“ Pardon me?”

“Well, I just have to assume he stole the stars and put them in yours eyes.”

A second of silence passes in which her frown gives way to confusion. The second she processes what you said a laugh tumbles from her lips and she slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle the rather loud sound.

Heat rushes up your neck to your face as she continues to laugh and more than a few eyes land on the two of you, plus the loud laughter of your friends coming from the booth a few feet away. Embarrassment floods your body and you wish the ground would swallow you whole right about now.

“Um, sorry,” you find yourself saying, a hand rubbing at the back of your neck,“ I- just- enjoy the rest of your night.”

Before you can even fully walk away, soft yet cold fingers circle your wrist and you turn back to see the woman looking at you. Amusement dances through her eyes and across her face as she studies you.

“I’m sorry, don’t go. I didn’t mean to laugh like that.” She gives an almost apologetic smile.“ I promise I’m not laughing at you, I just was taken off guard by where that went.” As she speaks, you pick up the accent in her voice.

Using her words as an invitation to keep talking, you ease back into the space by her seat.“ It’s okay, really, I know that was rather corny. My friends dared to do it and I did.”

Her head tilts in the slightest, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.“ Corny?” She questions.

At first you’re not sure what she means by reiterating it but the genuinely puzzled look in her eyes tells you she’s unfamiliar with the term.

“Oh, it means like, lame or unoriginal.” You try to explain, then adding,“ embarrassing.”

The way she looks at you after makes your breath catch in your throat. While you can’t quite place the expression in them, you now notice the brilliant color of her eyes, the low bar lights casting a golden glow in her green orbs.

Tongue darting out to wet her lips, fingers gingerly twirling the little red straw in her glass, she says,“ I don’t think it was corny,” she smiles a little,“ I thought it was quite cute.”

“Really?” Playfully you quirky a brow while leaning on the bar.“ Because I could’ve sworn you thought I was offending you by calling your father a thief.”

Yet again she laughs, hand over her mouth. Only this time, the cutest little snort sounds from her right before she does.

As her hand lands on your arm, laughter still spilling from her, you smile and resolve to keep eliciting that cute sound from her so long as she wants to be bothered by you.

It turns out, she wanted to be bothered by you all night.

From that moment on, the two of you never once stopped talking. You briefly paused after your friends closed out their tab and bid you goodbye, then you fell back into the enticing aura that the woman radiated.

You both nursed another drink or two, split an order of loaded french fries, and even discussed the music being played by the solo performer on stage. All throughout, you managed to ease ever closer to each other.

Having started with her hand on your arm then shifting to shoulders bumping, leaning closer to hear over the loud environment, fingers brushing while reaching for more fries, or her chest pressing against your arm as she moved to grab a napkin.

In the beginning you were sure she was just being friendly, entertaining you so as not to have you leaving the bar embarrassed by your poor pick-up line, but each conversation or lingering touch led you to believe maybe there was more there.

Still, even after last call was given and you paid for both of you before exiting the bar together, you never veered too far from the line of “friendly” despite your rapidly growing attraction to her.

Her hand slips around your arm as the two of you fall into step with each other, heading towards the parking lot.

The cool air feels incredible on your cheeks, warm from the drinks and sore from smiling so much. It also seems to make the woman a little cold though, or you assume so as she presses even closer to you.

“Um,” you clear your throat,“ how far back did you park?”

“I’m actually right here.” She points to a red hybrid car not but two spaces down.

In silence, you walk her the rest of the way to the car. She fishes her key out and unlocks it but neither of you make much of a move to leave after.

Looking around, you take in the darkening night and still lively surroundings before looking back. Green eyes are already on you, roaming over your face in an observant way that you’ve come to recognize.

“What?” You chuckle, ducking your gaze.

“Nothing,” she shakes her head.“ Just- thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve laughed so hard.”

That makes you smile, hand rubbing the back of your neck as you reply.“ No problem. I’ve been told I’m pretty funny. We can meet up again and I’ll give you my stand up routine,” you say teasingly, followed by a chuckle.

“Okay.” Her tone is void of any teasing, eyes holding serious interest. She digs into her pocket again and steps closer.

Taking your hand in one swift motion, she flips it palm up and click a pen, before gently writing on your hand.

“Call me,” she clicks the pen again and backs up to her door,“ I’d be more than happy to laugh at you.”

With a teasing smile and wink, she gracefully gets into her car, leaving you dumbstruck in the middle of the parking lot.

As she pulls off she waves and you do the same, still partly frozen.

Of all the things you expected of tonight, getting the number of a gorgeous woman wasn’t on the list. And it happened because of a stupid dare.

It’s after you’ve slipped into your car that you pull your phone out and tap on the most recent conversation.

‘Thanks.’ You send.

‘You’re welcome dumb dumb.’ - Darcy

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[rebeliz7]

NAIVE

Wanda Maximoff x Avenger Reader

Word Count: 3837

Warnings: Betrayal

Thank you Van (aka @missmonsters2) for helping me by editing this, way back in the day LOL. 

…

It starts with a light-hearted comment from Bucky. 

He and Wanda formed a tight friendship at some point after he was found. He's always been thoughtful and quiet in a way that Wanda found comforting. They were good at sitting in silence and coexisting without being alone, and sometimes that was all they needed. 

You were a friend, not as close as Bucky but equally supportive and protective. You've never spoken about it, but Wanda knew that she could count on you whenever she needed you, and you have yet to let her down. 

"Right?" Bucky asks, the grin on his lips suggesting he already knows the answer to his own question. Wanda swallows thickly, her eyes catching yours across the gym fleetingly. 

You look away quickly, though, something Steve says catches your attention and makes you laugh. 

"She's cute," she shrugs, and although Bucky decides to focus on something else, the strange feeling in her stomach remains for the rest of the day. 

…

She starts seeing you in a different light. Maybe it's Bucky's comment that made her very aware of your smile, but she's suddenly enamored by it and the sound of your laughter. 

"Hey, Wands, want some ice cream?" You ask her as she approaches the dining table, where Natasha and Kate are also sitting. 

"Sure." She smiles, hands in the back pockets of her jeans and feeling more than a little vulnerable. 

It takes her a hot second to recognize that she's nervous--nervous about being close to you or talking to you. 

"Take a seat, babes. How was your day?" You smile, scooping some ice cream and offering her a small bowl with a tiny spoon. 

The gesture is friendly, but she still feels special under your momentary attention. 

"It was fine." She says, more focused on the color of your eyes and the smile on your lips than the ice cream itself. 

"That's good." You tell her, and she doesn't know what to say to keep the conversation going--so she says nothing at all. 

You go back to talk to Natasha, and Kate wastes no time in butting in, and Wanda's just there. She doesn't feel exactly out of place, but she does feel a tad inadequate. 

She should be talking too, you're all friends, and she's always gotten along well with Kate and Nat. But the sound of your voice and the distracting way in which you smile continue to throw her. 

…

She notices you more and more. It's innocent at first. You're beautiful, and everyone in the Compound seems to have a crush on you, so she's not entirely put off by her growing interest. You're a nice person; everyone knows it. 

"What about you, Miss Y/LN?" Sam asks during a friendly game of poker. 

Steve and Tony have been implementing two or three activities every week, a way to get to know each other better. So far, there have been movie nights, hiking, camping, and now it's poker.

Friendship is important in a team such as ours, Steve's always saying, and Wanda is inclined to agree with him. 

"Don't start with me, Sam." You warn him with an amused grin on your lips that Wanda inexplicably wants to kiss. 

She looks away quickly, the thought having startled her a little. Where did that come from?

"You're bluffing." Sam calls you out, and Natasha laughs, her own poker face falling as she sets her cards on the table. She folds. 

"She's bluffing, right?" Sam asks her, making Wanda look at you again. 

You're keeping your cards close to your chest now, a single eyebrow raised in her direction. Wanda's stomach sinks. You're so beautiful, and she's entirely stricken by the realization as if it were the first time she's noticing. 

"I have no idea." She says, and you wink at her as if there was a hidden joke between the two of you, and she feels special. 

"Girl's whipped." Sam laughs, and that catches her attention. 

"What?" She asks as Natasha smiles in her direction. "I'm not whipped."

Tony makes a whip lashing sound, and everyone laughs, making Wanda blush where she sits. 

"Natasha is too." Steve says with a boyish grin. 

"So are you." She tells him with a pointed look, and his eyes instantly meet yours across the round table. 

You pay them no mind. Wanda is almost convinced that you're not even aware that they're talking about you, or you're simply not interested in giving this conversation any attention. 

"Stop stalling, pretty boy." You tell Sam, and he hums to himself, his eyes taking you in before he sighs and drops his cards. 

"I'm out." He says, and you smile. Everyone else claps their hands, Natasha squeezes your shoulders, and Wanda claps too, completely distracted. 

"Bluffing, you say?" You taunt him before showing your hand. 

"A royal flush, of course," Tony says with only a little bit of jealousy in his tone. He was the first to fold, and you continue to be the solid poker queen. No one's ever beaten you. 

"You've got to be kidding me!" Sam picks up your cards as you swipe all the chips with a pretty smile on your face. 

The night progresses as it usually does. Beers are being passed, jokes being told, there's a lot of laughter, and Wanda enjoys herself to an extent. There's a part of her brain that continues to remind her that she wanted to kiss you earlier, though.

But you're just--you're just you. Everyone tries to gain your attention or sit close to you. Everyone tries to please you in some capacity, including her. 

It's more than your looks, what has them all falling over their feet, more than the pretty smile you always have for everyone. It's everything that you are. 

You're smart in a way that always leaves Wanda speechless. You're clever and articulate, even when you're upset. You always find the right words to speak without hurting anyone's feelings but getting your point across all the same. You're open; there's an inviting quality about you that makes the team want to be your closest friend. 

But then, of course, you're also incredibly beautiful, so much so that compliments are always raining your way. 

"You doing okay?" You ask her, sitting next to her on the large couch, while Natasha attempts to show Bucky how to properly hold a ballet pose. 

Everyone's laughing, and she's suddenly very aware of her silence--since she can't think of a single coherent thing to say to you.

"Yeah." She nods her head, nervously glancing your way and her stupid brain reminding her that she wanted to kiss you earlier again. "You?"

"I'm quite well. Take a look—Sam's already about to fall asleep." You point towards the next couch, where Sam is dozing off, and Wanda laughs awkwardly. 

"Still a lightweight." She comments as you sip your beer, the same one you've been holding the entire night she's noticed. 

"You'd think being in the army and all that testosterone would teach a guy how to hold his liquor, but nope." You laugh, and she's once again taken by how beautiful you are. 

"Yeah." She tries to laugh, following your joke, but all she can think about is how nice you look in white. The shirt you have on is loose and definitely something you wear to sleep, but the color makes your skin glow in a way that she finds absolutely gorgeous. 

"Y/N, please come collect your kids." Tony calls you, and you roll your eyes as you give Wanda a look. 

She can do nothing but smile at your reaction, and you squeeze her knee before you stand up. 

"What's going on?" You ask Bucky, and he takes a step back from Natasha. Natasha moves lithely towards you and wraps her arms around your waist as if looking for protection from the big bad Winter Soldier. 

"She's mean. She's a mean drunk." Bucky says, pointing at Natasha. You push Natasha away from you a tad, if only to look into her eyes. Natasha's not drunk, though—she never gets drunk. 

"We agreed." You remind her while Wanda looks closely at the interaction. 

"I know, I'm sorry." Natasha deflects, and you turn to Bucky, a serious look on your face. 

"Fine, I'm sorry too. We'll behave." He says, and Tony laughs, as does Pepper. You have them, metaphorically, eating out of your hand. 

"Whipped," Pepper says, and Tony makes the same whip lashing sound right after. 

"Uh uh." Natasha shakes her finger at Bucky, her free arm going around your waist again. "I'm not into sharing."

You laugh, and Natasha does too. It's a joke, but the phrase doesn't sit too well with Wanda. 

Are you dating Natasha? 

…

The question stays with her for good—the thought of you too. 

It's like one day she wakes up and finds herself infected with you. You're the first thing she thinks in the morning, and once you're in her brain, you're there to stay. 

She goes about her daily routine and can't help but wonder if you're already up and what you're doing. She goes to the gym and can't help but wonder if she'll see you there. 

When you're not there, she can't help but feel a little disappointed. But her day moves quickly, as does everyone's in the Compound. There's training, meetings, debriefings, and more training. 

She feels exhausted by the end of the day and craves a shower more than she craves air itself. No one said being a hero wouldn't be hard after all. 

She's on her way to her room when someone calls her name, and her stomach instantly drops. The sound of your voice hits her in the pit of her stomach; it's a sensation she's never felt before and one that makes her feel nervous and awkward to an extent. 

"Want some pizza, Wands?" You ask with a smile on your lips and a slice of pizza in your hand. 

"I was gonna go take a shower. I'm feeling kind of gross." She says with an embarrassed smile, but you're already walking closer to her. 

"By the time you come back, there'll be no pizza left. Plus, you look fantastic!" You tell her, handing her the slice you're holding, and she takes it with a blush on her cheeks that she hopes you don't notice. 

"Thank you." She says, and you bump her shoulder in a friendly way, and she feels--well, she feels special. 

"Come on. I ordered some wings too, I know you love them. I'll share with my ladies."

You walk with her back to the kitchen, but by the time you both get there, the entire pizza is gone. The boys are happily chewing while Natasha and Kate watch the scene with a grimace. 

"Ladies, follow me." You announce as you walk behind the counter and pull out a take-out container from one of the lower drawers. 

"Life saver." Kate touches her chest before she leans forward to kiss your cheek, and Wanda takes a seat in silence. 

"These are my favorites," Natasha comments as she goes for a wing, and you do too. 

Wanda watches you take a bite, and she has to look away when the feeling in her stomach makes her feel so uncomfortable that she can barely stand it. 

"I know they are, hon," You tell Natasha while picking up a napkin and cleaning her chin, where a little bit of sauce has spilled. 

"Thank you," Natasha replies, winking in your direction, and Wanda's stomach sinks again for the reason that she refuses to overthink.

Not that her brain listens.  

…

You're the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up now, and it becomes an unconscious habit of sorts. The thought of you comes to her mind effortlessly, as easy as breathing and it always comes accompanied by the weird feeling in her stomach that makes her feel as if she can't breathe.

It's just a crush, she tells herself. You're definitely crushing material, and there's nothing wrong with her feeling this way. 

It's a crush, and it'll go away. 

…

The crush does the exact opposite of going away. 

You're everything she can think about, and she has no idea of how to get closer to you. 

It all changes one night, though. 

She can't sleep, and she decides to go for a walk, the Compound is big enough, and she's done it before. She's walked through every corner of it; she's come to know every hidden ladder that leads to the roof and Tony's secret wine cellar. 

But tonight, something's different, not that she can put her finger on what that is exactly. She takes the stairs down to the first floor, and the silence is what tips her off. 

As she walks through the main lobby, she realizes that Friday hasn't said a single word to her since she left her bedroom. Usually, Friday would be asking her questions by now, keeping her company.

Suddenly on high alert, she rounds the corner to the main security area, and she sees you. 

All the red alarms in her head are quickly replaced by that same feeling in her gut and chest. You're talking amicably with the tech guy that oversees the security systems overnight. 

You see her, and she comes to a halt in the middle of the wide-open lobby. You smile, and she feels like melting right where she stands. 

"Wands." You smile, walking towards her quickly. "What are you doing up? It's so late."

You're wearing combat boots and skinny jeans, a black top, and an open denim jacket--a look that she's never seen you wear before. She's certain that she's never seen you wear that top. 

"I was just--walking." She tells you, and you reach out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Your fingers graze her skin, making her shiver, and you notice. 

Of course, you notice, just like you've noticed every other single reaction she has towards you. 

"You mind if I join you?" You ask her, and she can barely breathe. 

She can't answer verbally, so she nods, and you caress her cheek with the back of your fingers as you pull back your hand. A subtle action that can definitely be taken as friendly. After all, you don't want to scare her, or worse, tip her off. 

"Are you cold?" You ask her after noticing she's only wearing an oversized shirt. 

She's still trying to get her breathing back to normal, the ghost of your touch still lingering on her cheek and preventing her from thinking straight. 

"I'm fine." She tells you after catching the look on your face and remembering that you asked her a question. 

"Here." You stop walking and take off your denim jacket. 

"It's okay, really." She tries to intervene when you move to drape the jacket on her shoulders. 

"I insist." You tell her with a smile that quite literally steals her breath away. "Denim suits you, Miss Maximoff."

You fix the collar of your jacket close to her chest, smiling as she blushes right before you. You're cute and beautiful, so beautiful that she can barely think, let alone speak. 

It's ridiculous! You shouldn't have this much power over her. You two aren't even that close, but the more she looks at you, the more her brain shouts things that she's never thought about before. 

She wants you happy. She wants to see you smiling. She'd like to know everything about you, everything that you're willing to share; she wants to know it. She'd like to go wherever you go, and she'd like to see the world from your perspective. 

You're still smiling as you admire your jacket on her, and she tilts her head to the side in a sign of endearment. You're so cute, and she can't stop staring. 

She'd never hurt you. She only ever wants to love you and take care of you. She doesn't know you that well, but she wants to, but the universe, it seems, is not giving her an option.

If you give her a chance, she'd make sure that you never regret it. 

"You okay there?" You ask her after a beat, and she swallows with difficulty. Her face burns with embarrassment, and she nods her head quickly. "How about that walk?"

You smile and offer your arm for her to take, and she nervously does. 

It's not long before you're telling her about your time as a rookie in S.H.I.E.L.D. and Melinda May kicking your ass daily as your S.O. She finds your journey so interesting that by the end of the walk, she knows the names of most of your friends at S.H.I.E.L.D.

That's the first night she sleeps with your jacket on. 

…

You begin to spend more time with her. She refuses to ask if you're dating Natasha, especially after you both act like a married couple.

She doesn't ask because the thought of you with someone else--guts her. If you were to tell her that you and Natasha are an item, she knows the feeling that would take over her--she knows the feeling all too well. 

And maybe she's being naive. Maybe the more time she spends with you, she's just opening herself up to more inevitable heartbreak. Whatever the reason, she doesn't want to cut the time the two of you have finally begun to spend together short. 

It doesn't matter anyway because even after Natasha joins whatever conversation you're having, you still make sure to stay by Wanda's side, and she feels, well, she feels special. 

…

The late-night walks become a regular thing. Wanda would meet you in the lobby, where you'd wait for her with a smile that seems to be reserved only for her. 

There are many times when she's almost told you everything she feels for you, but something always holds her back. She's afraid to lose you, and she doesn't want to gamble with your friendship. 

… 

You kiss her one night. One second she's greeting you in the empty lobby, and the next, you're kissing her. 

She loses her breath, her entire body tensed, and for a moment, she feels like she's freefalling. But she opens her eyes and finds your gentle stare on her, waiting for a verdict as if you'd done something wrong. 

"But Natasha?" Is the first thing out of her mouth, and you place your hands on her waist, pulling her a little bit closer to you. 

"She's just a friend." You tell her, and she chuckles, the smile on her lips threatens to split her face in two, and you think she might be the most beautiful woman you've ever gotten to kiss. 

She's certainly the most beautiful target. No doubt about it. 

…

She's in love with you, so much so that she's completely blind to things that you know she's been trained to see. 

…

Tony believes they've been infiltrated. Recently he's found a code on Friday that he's certain he didn't write himself. 

Everyone is on high alert, but things go on as they usually do. Tony rewrites the coding, and Wanda continues to fall for you. 

You take her out on dates, and Natasha keeps her distance, though she does glare playfully at Wanda from time to time. Now Wanda laughs at her antics, reassured by the way you're always touching her in some capacity. 

She becomes increasingly addicted to the way your hand finds a home in her lower back whenever you're close enough and the way your slender fingers move to delicately fill in the gaps between her own. She becomes a junky for your sweet kisses and the way your hands sneakily touch her bare skin under every shirt that she wears. 

You always look at her adoringly and chuckle before running your nose across her cheek as you kiss her face. She'd wrap her arms around you then and giggle at having you happy, which is all she ever wanted. 

Your late-night walks become a habit that always ends in her bedroom with her under you, moaning and groaning your name over and over again like a breathless prayer meant only for your ears. 

Each day that passes by gives her something else to fall for you, and she collects these moments, these aspects of your personality, like a treasure. She's never felt as safe as she does when she's with you. She's never loved as fiercely. 

"You trust me?" You ask her one night when you're knuckle deep in her, and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth. 

"Yes," she moans as you brush your thumb over her clit and her nails dig a little deeper on your shoulders. 

"You love me?" You ask her, adding pressure on her clit and sinking your fingers a little deeper. She yelps, her stomach tightening and her throat running dry. 

"Yes," she gasps as she pulls you down and kisses you a little bit desperately. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows that she's being too vulnerable, but she still feels safe with you. 

"You sure you trust me?" You ask her again, and the look in your eyes has an earth-shattering effect on her; it always does. 

She comes around your fingers with a strangled gasp of your name, and you kiss her lips one last time before you bend to pick up your phone from her nightstand. 

She's still catching her breath when you return to her side with a little pill between your fingers. 

"What's that?" She asks as you twirl the pill, and she scoots closer to you. Her lips kiss your face, her hands pull you closer. 

"I love you too, you know." You tell her, and she hides her face in the pillows, laughing and blushing, and you think she's the most beautiful woman you've ever slept with. 

The most beautiful target you've ever gotten. 

"Take this." You offer her the pill, and she looks at you with a little apprehension. 

"But what is it?" She asks. 

"You said you trust me." You remind her. 

"I do." She nods as you roll on top of her. 

For such a powerful being, she's still just a girl staring into the eyes of the first person she's ever loved like this. 

"Show me." You tell her.

… 

Leaving the Compound with Wanda in the middle of the night proves to be by far the easiest part of your entire mission. But pretending to look for her when you return? That is by far the hardest thing you've had to do when you know exactly where she is and who asked you to get her.

Eric assured you she'd be safe, and you know better than to question Magneto himself. She's no longer your concern.  

… 

[marvelgirlstories]

Hey,

I came up with this idea a while back and I only wrote one part. If you all like it, I will make it a series. It's a Stucky fanfic. Hope you enjoy.

Stucky x reader (female, shield agent)

Stole my heart

Warnings: A brief fight, Tony being a dick (no hate)

It was a Saturday morning when Steve woke up. He looked over to Bucky and smiled. It had been a rare night, because Bucky didn't have one of his nightmares. Although Steve knew how to deal with them, it was hard on both of them.

Steve carefully, trying not to wake him, pulled Bucky closer to him. "Morning, punk." He was awake after all. "Morning, Buck", Steve replied.

Suddenly Friday spoke into the silence. "Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes, you are requested to be in the meeting room at 9.00 am. "Who by?", asked Bucky. "Director Fury" The two supersoldiers looked at each other. Fury never came to the compound. "This must be important", said Bucky. "Tell Fury we'll be there", said Steve. "He said", Friday replied,"quote, You have no choice!" Both men chuckled.

Some time later the two supersoldiers made their way down to the meeting room, wondering what to expect. On their way, they met Nat. "Fury called you too?", she asked. "Yes, but who else?", answered Steve. "I have no idea."

But their questions were soon answered as they stepped into the room. Every Avenger had come and lots of them were sat in the chairs, some still arriving. When everyone was seated, Fury entered. "Today I want to assemble a team.", he announced. "A team?", asked Tony,"Like a team below us? To help us?" "No. Like a team inside a team. Experts if you will", Fury said. Everyone looked at each other. They were confused. "Hydras getting bigger. They have become a bigger threat.", he continued," I can not use S.H.I.E.L.D. anymore, because of this exact reason." "Well, I think any of us will be able to handle Hydra", Clint said. He was about to say something else, but Fury cut him off. "I have already chosen who will be in this team, and no, it is not you." "Well, who is it?", asked Wanda. "Sam, Cap and Romanoff have had experience before, so them" "Oh no, not again", Sam groaned. "Yes, Fury replied,"also Barnes, because he has a long history with Hydra." "But how will that work, I'm a big danger if someone says..." Fury cut Bucky off. "Lastly I have agent, who is very high up in S.H.I.E.L D. rankings and who also has a long history with Hydra. Y/N Y/LN." You walked in. "Agent Y/N Y/L/N"

Tony scoffed: "High up, are we?", he asked, trying to wind you up . "Hmm, well better than you", you said calmly. "We'll see about that", he said and stood up. As he walked closer, you didn't even flinch. You just waited. Everyone felt the tense atmosphere around the two of you. When he got close enough l, he put out his hand to summon his suit. But then you quickly kicked him in his balls. As he winced and doubled up in pain, you said: "Nice to meet you" and sat down at the table, Loki and Nat smirked, they liked her. "She will live at the compound, but only complete Hydra missions. She will also carry on with S.H.I.E.L.D. missions. Any questions?", said Fury, completely unfazed about what just happened. "Yes", said Tony, who had recovered a bit, "How long will she be staying?" "As long as I need to.", you answered. "Well, it's my duty to show new recruits around.", said Steve. "Thank you, but that won't be nessesary, as I already know my way around." "How?", he asked taken aback. "I know a lot of things." was your answer.

"The new team will stay, the rest of you can go.", said Fury. Toby wanted to say something, but then Fury said: "If I were you, I would get some ice." Pietro chuckled as he made his way out.

"Ok, now there is not much else. Y/N will lead during missions, as she is experienced and knows Hydra. She will also write the mission reports.", Fury carried on.

Suddenly Bucky said one simple word,"Shadow". You tensed up. "Not here, not now.", was all that you said. "We are finished now", Fury broke the awkward silence, that had formed.

After Steve and Bucky left the room, Steve asked a question: "What was that about?" Bucky's answer was only two words: "It's complicated"

[uwteam]

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12) Obracanie grafik wektorowych jest już możliwe - rozwiązanie od Adobe https://www.creativebloq.com/design/adobes-new-image-rotation-tool-is-one-of-the-most-impressive-ai-concepts-weve-seen INFO: Do tej pory wektorowe grafiki 2D były (jak wskazuje ich nazwa) zupełnie płaskie i niemożliwe było ich obrócenie tak, aby np. postać stanęła nagle bokiem. Od czego mamy jednak sztuczną inteligencję, która umie sobie wyobrazić, jak dana grafika mogłaby wyglądać po wykonaniu obrotu czy po pochyleniu? Project Turntable od Adobe pozwala na obracanie grafiki 2D w przestrzeni 3D, zachowując jej pierwotny wygląd z każdego kąta. Imponujące.

13) Nowa strategia dla nowej organizacji - rozwój firm (film, 45m) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RreiK1p9Dic INFO: Wykład profesora Piotra Płoszajskiego na SGH sprzed ponad 8 lat. Nie jest on bezpośrednio związany z branżą IT, ale wspomina o tak wielu firmach z tego sektora, o ich rozwoju i o zawirowaniach na rynku, jakie one spowodowały, że warto posłuchać. Interesujące wystąpienie. Zawiera ono także kilka przewidywań na temat przyszłości branży technologicznej - posłuchaj, aby zdecydować, czy profesor miał rację.

14) Podatność JSON Injection i ataki na API https://danaepp.com/attacking-apis-using-json-injection INFO: Czy wiesz, czym jest atak wstrzyknięcia JSON-a i dlaczego systemy sprawdzające dane dostarczane w tym formacie są na niego podatne? Autor prezentuje przykład tego ataku na Samsung Smart Hub, gdzie możliwa była realizacja ataku kończącego się wykonaniem kodu na urządzeniu. Artykuł dla fanów bezpiecznego programowania i pentestingu.

15) Scramble - alternatywa open-source dla Grammarly https://github.com/zlwaterfield/scramble INFO: Aplikacja Scramble to open-source'owe rozszerzenie do przeglądarki Chrome, które wykorzystuje sztuczną inteligencję (podajesz swój klucz API) do ulepszania tekstów bezpośrednio w przeglądarce, oferując tym samym bardziej konfigurowalną alternatywę dla Grammarly. Użytkownik może wybrać preferowanego dostawcę modelu LLM, a także konkretny model. W przeciwieństwie do Grammarly rozszerzenie może wykonywać dowolne operacje na tekście, czyli np. nie tylko poprawiać ortografię czy gramatykę, ale także upraszczać tekst czy zamieniać jego formę na inną.

16) Galeria komponentów UI https://component.gallery/ INFO: Biblioteka gotowych do użycia, często wykorzystywanych komponentów webowych. Dzięki tej kolekcji nie będziesz wymyślać koła na nowo, a budując nowy projekt, po prostu użyjesz gotowca.

17) LAN 2.5G - rewolucja w sieciach lokalnych? (film, 9m) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JddO_t9QJoM INFO: Dlaczego nowym, popularnym standardem w sieciach komputerowych po 1 Gbps staje się standard 2,5 Gbps? Dlaczego nie 10 albo 5? Z czego wynika chęć wielu użytkowników na przejście właśnie na ten standard? Tego dowiesz się z filmu.

18) GenAI uczyni z Ciebie lepszego programistę? - niestety, nie zawsze... https://slopwatch.com/posts/bad-programmer/ INFO: Artykuł analizuje wpływ korzystania z kodu generowanego przez AI na umiejętności programistów i ich rozwój zawodowy. Autor prezentuje mocno sceptyczne podejście do wykorzystania rozwiązań AI w programowaniu. Czy naprawdę czeka nas degradacja poziomu tworzonego kodu i uzależnienie od technologii AI?

19) Busy Status Bar - fizyczny gadżet pokazujący Twoją zajętość? https://busy.bar/ INFO: Nowe, ciekawe urządzenie od twórców słynnego 'Flippera Zero', ale tym razem związane z produktywnością, a nie z branżą security. Urządzenie (po integracji z systemem operacyjnym) automatycznie informuje Twoich kolegów, gdy siedzisz na callu, odlicza 'pomidorki', gdy pracujesz metodą Pomodoro i robi za klasyczny timer, a wszystko to działa na Windows/Mac/Linux. Tanie nie jest, ale za to, jakie geekowe!

20) JS13kgames 2024 - najlepsze prace https://js13kgames.com/2024/blog/winners-announced INFO: Jak co roku, tak i teraz, odbyło się wyzwanie polegające na stworzeniu najciekawszej gry napisanej w JavaScript, a mieszczącej się w 13 KB (spakowane źródła wraz z grafikami, dźwiękami itp.). Na stronie znajdziesz finalistów. Niektóre z nominowanych prac są naprawdę wciągające.

21) Przewodnik po samodzielnym hostowaniu Llama 3.2 z użyciem Coolify https://geek.sg/blog/how-i-self-hosted-llama-32-with-coolify-on-my-home-server-a-step-by-step-guide INFO: Artykuł opisuje proces samodzielnego hostowania modelu LLM Llama na serwerze domowym przy użyciu platformy Coolify oraz integrację z nim za pomocą API dzięki narzędziu Ollama. Dobry poradnik dla wszystkich chcących pobawić się w samodzielne hostowanie modeli językowych.

22) Znaki niewidoczne dla ludzi, a zrozumiałe dla AI? https://arstechnica.com/security/2024/10/ai-chatbots-can-read-and-write-invisible-text-creating-an-ideal-covert-channel/ INFO: Artykuł opisuje wykorzystanie specyficznych znaków Unicode do ukrywania informacji w komunikacji z chatbotami opartymi na dużych modelach językowych (LLM). Znaki te mogą być używane do wstrzykiwania złośliwych instrukcji, które następnie LLM zinterpretuje. W artykule znajdziesz narzędzie ASCII Smugglera, które ułatwi Ci przetestowanie tej podatności. Sam sprawdzałem, jak to działa, i faktycznie, popularne LLMy wykonują ukryte instrukcje.

23) Bashhub - agregator historii basha https://bashhub.com/ INFO: Pracujesz na dziesiątkach serwerów i chcesz, aby historia poleceń była po pierwsze nieograniczona, a po drugie współdzielona między nimi i łatwo przeszukiwalna? To jest aplikacja, której potrzebujesz. Wiem, że nazwa projektu sugeruje inaczej, ale to rozwiązanie działa także z powłokami ZSH i FISH.

24) Nowe podejścia do warstw abstrakcji w UI https://nerdy.dev/headless-boneless-and-skinless-ui INFO: Artykuł przedstawia humorystyczny przegląd nowych podejść do warstwowych abstrakcji w interfejsach użytkownika, takich jak 'headless', 'boneless', 'skinless' i 'lifeless' UI. Autor analizuje, jak te koncepcje umożliwiają elastyczność w tworzeniu aplikacji. Przykłady z kodem i lista odpowiednich bibliotek ilustrują, jak deweloperzy mogą efektywnie wykorzystać te strategie w praktyce. Jeśli wymienione wcześniej określenia nic Ci nie mówią, to warto rzucić okiem na ten tekst.

25) TikTok został zaprojektowany, aby uzależniać? https://techspresso.cafe/2024/10/15/260-filmikow-tyle-wystarczy-aby-uzaleznic-sie-od-tiktoka/ INFO: TikTok świadomie wykorzystuje swój algorytm do uzależniania użytkowników? Czy platforma celowo ignoruje swój negatywny wpływ na zdrowie psychiczne młodzieży, promując nieosiągalne standardy urody i potencjalnie szkodliwe treści? Kilkanaście amerykańskich stanów złożyło pozwy przeciwko TikTokowi, zarzucając firmie przedkładanie zysków nad bezpieczeństwo młodych użytkowników.

26) Dlaczego /tmp może być problematycznym miejscem na pliki tymczasowe? https://dotat.at/@/2024-10-22-tmp.html INFO: Artykuł omawia liczne problemy związane z używaniem katalogu /tmp do przechowywania tymczasowych plików, wskazując np. na zagrożenia bezpieczeństwa wynikające z jego globalnego i modyfikowalnego charakteru. Opisuje także historyczne próby rozwiązania tych problemów oraz analizuje wady i zalety alternatywnych podejść. Okazuje się, że temat katalogu na pliki tymczasowe to nie jest taka trywialna sprawa w środowisku wieloużytkownikowym.

27) Gitbot - szybszy code review kodu w integracji ze Slackiem? https://gitbot.app INFO: To aplikacja umożliwiająca dwukierunkową integrację między repozytorium kodu a Slackiem. Dzięki temu oczekiwanie na review kodu nie będzie trwało wieki, a ważne pull requesty nie przepadną niezauważone. Rozwiązanie jest darmowe w użyciu dla zespołów do 50 programistów.

28) Równoległe życie znanych osób - wizualizacja https://janwillemtulp.github.io/parallel-lives INFO: Czy Kleopatra mogła znać Marka Antoniusza? Czy Paweł Apostoł mógł być kolegą Seneki Młodszego? Czy Marco Polo byłby w stanie spotkać Władysława II Jagiełłę? Ta prosta aplikacja pozwala na prezentację w przyjaznej formie, kto ze znanych osób żył w jakich czasach. Obejmuje zakres od 3345 B.C. do 2018 A.D. Wrzucam jako ciekawostkę.

29) Koszty utrzymania projektu open source i jego dochody - Spliit https://spliit.app/blog/spliit-by-the-stats-usage-costs-donations INFO: Wpis na blogu przedstawia szczegółowe informacje o projekcie Spliit (dzielenie się kosztami/wydatkami w gronie znajomych). Co konsumuje najwięcej kosztów? Skąd pochodzą wpływy i ile ich jest? Ilu użytkowników ma projekt? Interesująca lektura dla osób planujących ruszyć z własnym projektem i chcących oszacować jego potencjalne koszty. Na dochody nie ma co patrzeć, bo projekt utrzymuje się z datków.

30) Zastosowanie funkcji min() w CSS w kontekście responsywności https://smashingmagazine.com/2024/10/css-min-all-the-things/ INFO: Artykuł opisuje eksperymenty z funkcją min(), badając jej elastyczność w użyciu różnych jednostek dla osiągnięcia responsywności w aplikacji webowej. Autor przedstawia zalety funkcji min(), jej zdolność do podejmowania inteligentnych decyzji w kontekście elementu, a także potwierdza możliwość zastąpienia nią (w pewnych sytuacjach) bardziej skomplikowanych media queries.

31) Polska mafia hazardowa internetu (film, 2h) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRUtsOB7Cvc INFO: Tego filmu raczej nie trzeba przedstawiać, bo w ciągu ostatnich kilku dni przebił on już 3 miliony wyświetleń. Konopski w swoim nowym 'dokumencie' omawia, jak znani youtuberzy naciągają (głównie dzieciaki) na scamy będące formą hazardu online. Warto zobaczyć, zwłaszcza jeśli masz swoje dzieci lub masz wpływ na to, co nastolatkowie oglądają w internecie.

32) Etymologia słowa 'daemon' i jego wykorzystanie w informatyce https://www.takeourword.com/TOW146/page4.html INFO: W Linuksie mamy "daemony" działające w tle. Skąd akurat taka nazwa? Dlaczego nie "serwisy", albo po prostu "usługi"? Słyszałem już kilka wyjaśnień pochodzenia tej nazwy. Artykuł przedstawia dyskusję e-mailową dotyczącą pochodzenia słowa "daemon", która jest zaskakująca.

33) Niemieckie służby demaskują darknetowych przestępców - jak?! (film, 19m) https://youtu.be/3IqEgmFTark?si=5Q3MwmHvAcEFiUqO INFO: Niedawno świat online obiegła wiadomość, że niemiecka policja zdeanonimizowała przestępców korzystających z sieci TOR. W jakiś sposób udało się ich namierzyć, i to nawet pomimo tego, że korzystali z teoretycznie zapewniającej anonimowość sieci. Czy TOR-owi już nie można ufać? Więcej w filmie.

34) Współbieżność vs równoległość w kontekście programowania https://medium.com/p/20a22fd98995 INFO: Artykuł wyjaśnia różnicę między współbieżnością a równoległością, kluczowymi koncepcjami w programowaniu, które mogą znacząco wpływać na wydajność tworzonych aplikacji. Autor używa ciekawej metafory kawiarni, porównując baristów do wątków w programie, aby zobrazować sposób zarządzania i wykonywania wielu zadań jednocześnie.

35) Darmowe aplikacje dla Maca - katalog https://www.thriftmac.com/ INFO: Przegląd darmowych aplikacji dla MacOS z podziałem na kategorie. Od animacji, przez edycję zdjęć, aż po zarządzanie zadaniami. Każda z aplikacji posiada krótki opis. Dobre miejsce startowe dla osób chcących poznać nowy soft oraz dla tych, którzy niedawno stali się posiadaczami Maca.

36) Firefox i Tor browser dotknięte krytyczną luką - ocena 9.8/10 (film, 5m) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RmUMmUj3u8 INFO: W ostatnim czasie pojawiały się luki w silniku Chromium. Całe szczęście, że Ty korzystasz z Firefoxa. No to czas na zmianę. Firefox też zaliczył wpadkę. Fireship w zabawny sposób omawia, o co chodziło z tą luką i jak ona dokładnie działała.

37) Porównanie wydajności MillionJS vs React https://blog.openreplay.com/a-million-times-faster--millionjs-vs-react/ INFO: Artykuł porównuje dwie biblioteki JavaScript, React i Million.js, pod kątem ich funkcji i metryk wydajnościowych. Skupia się na aspektach takich jak prędkość renderowania, czas startu aplikacji, wykorzystanie pamięci oraz czas od startu aplikacji do interakcji. Czy Million naprawdę jest tak szybki, jak go reklamują?

== LINKI TYLKO DLA PATRONÓW ==

38) Kolekcja "awesome list" i projektów, do których się odwołują https://uw7.org/un_3384d42b77629 INFO: Prawdopodobnie znasz koncepcję repozytoriów "Awesome XYZ" na Githubie. Są to repozytoria gromadzące wiedzę/linki z konkretnego zagadnienia. Ten projekt nie tylko gromadzi te repozytoria, ale także zlicza, które z projektów są przez nie najczęściej linkowane oraz które repo mają w sobie największe zbiory danych.

39) Namierzanie adresu IP serwera ukrytego za WAF-em https://uw7.org/un_5e7db32b58e92 INFO: Jeśli podatna aplikacja webowa zostanie ukryta za Web Application Firewallem, to pierwszym celem hakera jest najczęściej obejście tej warstwy zabezpieczeń. Tylko jak to zrobić i jak namierzyć oryginalne IP? W artykule znajdziesz trzy metody na osiągnięcie tego celu. Krótka lektura dla pasjonatów pentestingu.

[ailtrahq]

A new proposal that allows arbitrary computation to be verified and enforced on the Bitcoin network without requiring a soft fork is doing the rounds on crypto social media. Proponents claim that BitVM would bring Ethereum-like smart contracts to the ecosystem. On October 9, Bitcoin developer Robin Linus released a whitepaper for BitVM, stating, “Any computable function can be verified on Bitcoin.” BitVM for Bitcoin Smart Contracts  When asked for a simplified explanation, Linus replied:  “This enables more expressive Bitcoin contracts. Particularly, it enables functionality that we thought we’d need a soft fork for. It might enable trustless sidechains, but that’s not fully solved yet.” Linus is a developer for ZeroSync, an association founded to help scale Bitcoin by using zero-knowledge proofs. The system works by breaking down complex computations into simple logic gates. These gates can be constructed using Bitcoin scripts and chained together to output the required computations.  Linus says it is a Turing complete system, which is one that can theoretically provide an answer to any computational problem. The November 2021 Taproot soft fork, which also facilitated ordinal inscriptions, enables BitVM. X user Sam Parker said it enables basically anything you’d want to enable and is “very similar in spirit” to the Lightning Network. He added: “Running this protocol inside of a Lightning channel is going to be the real power play personally.” Bitcoiner Dylan LeClair added that it is like LN in the sense that it uses a multi-signature. He added that this allows the building of transactions, apps, and contracts above Bitcoin, with verification and settlement occurring on-chain. Bitcoin Lightning Network Open Channels. Source: Bitcoin Visuals Cryptographer Adam Back said that people shouldn’t get too excited about the development just yet. Overall, BitVM opens up new possibilities for Bitcoin smart contracts and computation without needing to change Bitcoin itself.  Potential Disadvantages Decentralization advocate and crypto critic Chris Blec asked ChatGPT for the downsides, and a large list was produced.  Encoding complex computations requires generating large logic chains and many pre-signed transactions which have high storage and bandwidth demands. Furthermore, Bitcoin’s on-chain settlement operates slowly and could raise transaction costs unless integrated with Lightning, as suggested. In summary, while powerful, BitVM has some disadvantages stemming from data demands, lack of scalability, privacy issues, and participation requirements. 

[clonedadplo]

Hello Tumblr!

I don't have any other social media so I'm a little out of touch I'm sure but I will have plenty of dumb thoughts, fanfic and bric a brac to post as a sacrifice upon Tumblr's alter of many fandoms lol.

I love music, old, new, any language, many (almost but not all) genres and I have a cassette tape addiction so hmu if you like to discuss music or modern music history.

Fandom master list:

(I will add to this as I remember)

Multi Media Franchise:

-Star Wars

-Sam and Max

-Star Trek (early stuff)

-Lord of the Rings

-Marvel (comic books and cartoons for me, no LA)

-DC (comic/cartoon/ no LA sorry sorry sorry)

-Vocaloid

Live action TV:

-Supernatural

-Community

-A lot of old crap w/ no fanbase

Video Games:

-LoZ

-Halo

-Vindictus/Mabinogi

-LoL but I haven't seen Arcane sorry

-Pokemon

-I LOVE 2D FIGHTERS. TY.

-Yume Nikki

-more but I'm too lazy and they don't have big fanbase oh well.

Light Novels/Danmei:

-The Irregular at Magic High School

-SVSSS

-definitely more but I'm too lazy

-Kino no Tabi (LN, manga, and anime)

Anime/Manga:

-Ruroni Kenshin

-Samurai Deeper Kyo

-Inuyasha

-Ika Musume

-A bunch of random shounen action comedy garbage

-seen a bit of the new stuff like the promised never land and Spy X but really mostly old stuff.

[bittyfromquotev]

Lunar is annoying and his decisions are VERY questionable. That’s why I made him take the role of Six in my Little Nightmares crossover.

I imagine he turns into some gangly version of Evil Lunar in the purple room

[betzabobababi]

Third Times the Charm

Hello Hello! This is by far one of my favorite things I have written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please don't hesitate to like, comment or reblog. It means so much to authors. It also gives them feedback. Anyways without further ado!

Tom Holland x Reader *Y/n Y/ln*

Warnings: Mentions of a fire. Calling 911. Weddings. Proposing

Summary: Tom tries repeatedly to pop the question.

Type: Fluff <3

AUTHORS POV

Tom had been trying to pop the question for months now. He asked for your father's blessing; he told his mum. He even asked Zendaya, your sister, and some of your other close friends for help on picking the ring, date, and place.

So when the day finally came for him to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, you had to postpone your date because your sister went into an early labor.

Tom reluctantly delayed the occasion and planned another date. This date was in a small family owned Vineyard somewhere in napa. The sun had started to set and just as you were about to turn around (Tom was already on his knee) you spotted that a part of the grape Vines had caught on fire. Hurriedly you called 911. At this point Tom had already gotten up and started to pack up your stuff so you could get out of there safely.

Exasperated by his multiple failed attempts to ask for your hand in marriage he decided that he would try one last time and if it didn't work he would wait a while longer. He thought "maybe the universe is purposefully trying to sabotage my plans because it's not time yet" 

So the third time he tried to pop the question, he set a date in which he made sure you both had no plans or meetings going on. He drove you to a park somewhere downtown and he had a picnic set up.

 He was very nervous, “What if she says no?” or “what if i mess up the speech?” “Third times the charm-Third times the charm-Third times the charm” he kept repeating to himself. If it didn't work out it was ok. But he just really wanted it to work out.  Around an hour into the picnic he mentally psyched himself up one more time and as nervous as he was finally decided to pop the question.

“Y/n Y/l/n *you got this tom!* you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love you more than anything in this world. I can guarantee there’ll be tough times.*he gets down on one knee* I guarantee that at some point one or both of us are gonna want to get out of this. *reaches into pocket* But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine *takes out the ring* I'll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart you are the only one for me. Be with me now and forever?” At the end of his speech Tom’s whole face was flushed a bright red. Breathing heavily he looked into your eyes, looking, searching for any sign of rejection. But when he looked at you all he could see were the tears that were threatening to spill. He could only see your wide smile.

And as if the world suddenly stops, he sees your mouth opening. “YES YES OH MY GOD YES A MILLION TIMES YES!” you said nearly shouting. You were screaming, but at a reasonable level for a person who just got asked for their hand in marriage. Tom let out a sigh of relief finally being able to breathe again. You lunged at Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping him in a tight hug. When you both finally let go you saw Tom’s family and yours emerging from the trees surrounding both of you. Harry had a camera in hand and was clicking away. Nicki and Dom were in tears. Your sister was carrying her newborn, looking at you with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen on her face. Her husband followed close behind. And your father beside him. Paddy walked in between his parents. Sam walked next to Harry, carrying a tray of delicious looking desserts. As they reach you and Tom, one by one congratulate you and engulfed you in big hugs. After giving them their love they talked with you guys. Both you and Tom explained your hopes and wishes for the wedding.

“Hey Tom?” you said to him as you were walking back to the car. “Yes Love?” “How many times did you try to propose?” Tom chuckled at the question. Eyes shining with love. “Believe it or not, I only tried three times.” Tom responded. “You know what they say Tommy, Third Times the Charm.”

[jamminvroomvroom]

aren’t i supposed to be happy now? part 9

ln x fem teammate!reader 

intro    part 1    part 2    part 3    part 4    part 5    part 6    part 7    part 8

okay so here is part 9. second to last part. no, you’re emotional!! anyways, enjoy!! this is a rollercoaster if i’ve ever written one and kinda makes me nervous lol. as always, any feedback is always super duper appreciated <33 okay bye!! 

warnings: 18+!! swearing, SMUT!! fluff, tiny weeny bit of angst, my characters being themselves lmao

7.8k words

lando had managed to change the seating plans for your flight from brazil to qatar, and he did the same thing for the flight from qatar back to the uk. he wanted to be with you at any given opportunity. you were giddy, smiling like an idiot at all the little gestures he made. qatar hadn’t been a great weekend for the team; you’d had an average race and lando, who could have made it onto the podium had ended up with a puncture. he was understandably pissed off, not having too much to say, but he was extra clingy, always touching you in some way between leaving the track, collecting your luggage from the hotel and boarding the plane. as far as you were concerned, he could be as touchy as he wanted, it’s not like you had anything to hide anymore. 

your surprise appearance on ted’s notebook had caused quite the commotion. the formula 1 ‘dudebros’, who only thought you should be allowed to compete because you were something to look at, and the scary parts of lando’s fanbase were at war. if anything, it was quite entertaining, albeit slightly concerning how much of an uproar there was. you spent the weekend in qatar trying to play it cool and fall under the radar, trying not to gain much attention, despite the field day that the media were having, but when you weren’t working, you didn’t particularly care how it looked. charlotte had spent the flight to qatar sighing over and over again, muttering under her breath to sam, as they rewatched the notebook footage of you both. as soon as you’d watched it back, you couldn’t help but laugh at how bewildered and messy you and lando looked, two deer caught in the headlights. charlotte and sam did not find it quite so funny at first. 

when they realised how unbothered you and lando were, they eased off a bit, still irritated about how easily you both managed to get yourselves into trouble. you had to sign some papers and there was a lengthy lecture about behaving on race weekends and talking to the press, but other than that, they had given up trying, and failing, to police you both. the other drivers on the grid were highly entertained, especially the likes of daniel and george. pierre just smirked at lando when he’d passed you both in the paddock and you rolled your eyes when you saw lando’s face fall flat. he had perked up slightly, however, when you dropped to your knees in his drivers room and reminded him that he had nothing to worry about. 

you would be landing at heathrow soon and you couldn’t wait to enjoy a week off. you leaned your head against lando’s where it was rested on your shoulder. he looked very cosy, head hidden in the hood of his sweatshirt, only a few stray curls peeking out. you squeezed his hand, which was intertwined with yours to see if you could gently wake him up, hearing the light puffs of his breath and feeling the slow rise of his chest against your side. he squirmed slightly, slowly pulled out of his nap. you heard a low hum sound from the back of his throat, and he snuggled further into your side, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

“landing soon.” you whispered. he hummed again in response. 

“come home with me.” he mumbled, barely audible. 

“what?” you asked, wanting to make sure you hadn’t misheard him and that you weren’t getting excited for nothing. 

“want you to stay with me.” he clarified. you tried not to smile like an idiot. you had spent so much time together over the last few weeks, practically inseparable, and he still wanted to be around you. 

“not quite sick of me yet?” you whispered against the material of his hoodie. 

“not yet.” he giggled.

“wow.” you faked offence but you couldn’t hold back your lovesick grin much longer.

“spent too long without you. we need to make up for lost time.” he sat up properly as he spoke, turning his body so that he was facing you. you kissed him, a quick peck to tell him that you appreciated his words, and then you settled into his side, just as he had been to yours. 

the plane began its descent and soon you were traipsing through the airport, your exhaustion taking over. your tiredness made you clingy, and even if lando hadn’t invited you over, you would have probably gone home with him anyway. you’d been away for so long and you could feel yourself crashing. it wasn’t far from the airport to lando’s house, your own only another ten minutes away, and you sat slumped against him in the back of the car that picked you up. when you reached your destination, you sluggishly made your way up to lando’s front door, which was suddenly swung open, stopping you in your tracks. max was stood at the threshold beaming at you and before you knew it you were pulled into a hug. 

you caught up with your friend as he led you inside lando’s house, the both of you completely abandoning him along with all of your luggage. you’d missed max a lot. you hadn’t seen him in months, long before you’d slept with lando in italy, and it was like a breath of fresh air to see him in real life. he had been your friend as long as lando had and you had always supported each other, no matter the state of your relationship with lando, and that was something you’d always be grateful to max for. 

“it’s good to see you smiling.” max told you, ruffling your hair. you pushed his hand away, frowning playfully as you tried to fix the mess that was your hair. lando walked into the kitchen, where max had brought you, less than impressed. 

“thanks for helping me with the bags, guys.” lando complained, pulling his hoodie off.

“you have to do something to be useful, mate.” max told him and you laughed. 

“are you gonna gang up on me now?”

lando whined, realising that he was now alone in a room with two people who had made it their life’s mission to take the piss out of him. 

“it’s only right.” you shrugged, walking towards him when he pouted at you. you opened your arms and he pulled you into his side. 

“oh, for fuck sake, don’t start with the PDA already, please.” now max was the one to complain. “haven’t you had enough of each other by now?” 

“you know where the door is.” lando smirked, turning his head to press a kiss to your forehead. “get used to it, we have a lot of catching up to do.” he continued, a suggestive tone to his voice. you couldn’t stop the blush that tinted your cheeks as you took in the double meaning of his words. max groaned. 

“here i was thinking i was going to have a pleasant evening with my friends. get a room.” he scolded. you decided it was better to let them continue with their banter and watched amused from the sidelines. 

“we will. so many rooms to choose from.” max grimaced at lando’s words, his face the opposite of lando’s, who was smiling evilly at his housemate. 

“please stay out of mine.” max asked, eyes wide. 

“i can make no promises.” lando said quickly, pulling you out of the kitchen before max threw something at him. 

“you guys haven’t changed one bit, huh.” you giggled as lando took you upstairs. 

“nope, he’s still an asshole and i’m still a bigger asshole.” lando confirmed cheekily. you couldn’t argue with that. 

you made your way down the hallway, trailing behind lando as you approached his bedroom. as he reached for the door handle, it suddenly hit you. you were in his house. you hadn’t been there in years, often spending days here with him when he first moved in, encouraged to rent your own home because it was in such a close proximity to his. oh, the irony. you’d helped him move in, just like he’d helped you. it was overwhelming, familiar to you somehow, but also so strange. you had never been there in this capacity. you were going to sleep next to him, in his bed, his body wrapped around yours. in the morning, when you woke up, he’d be there. it felt surreal, but also it felt like the most normal, natural thing in the world, and you felt so perfectly content to be where you were. maybe you were just exhausted, but you couldn’t quite stop the tears that built up in your eyes. he noticed that you’d stopped in the doorway, turning around to find out why, and he saw your teary eyes straight away, immediately coming to stand right back in front of you. 

“baby,” he said slowly, “what’s wrong?” he took your hands in his. 

“no, no, nothing. i just, this is, you’re-” you couldn’t find the words. lando searched your eyes, trying to find an answer, his thumbs rubbing softly across the backs of your hands. 

“why are you crying?” he whispered softly. 

“i’m just,” you shook your head, collecting your thoughts in an attempt to form a coherent sentence. “i’m happy. i’m really, really happy.” 

“i’m really happy too. i hope you know that.” lando told you, his voice also growing thick with emotion. “i just wish that this had happened a lot sooner.” he looked down, voice wavering with guilt. 

“better late than never.” you replied, trying to move the conversation away from that place. he looked back into your eyes. 

“i love you so much.”

“what can i say? i’m a very lovable person.” you shrugged playfully.

“gonna let me show you just how much i love you?” the air changed, suddenly heavier, electrified. 

“please.” 

-

after that night, it was hard to stop. every time you were left alone, lando was attached to you, hoisting you up onto a counter or pinning you against a wall. you were both absolutely insatiable, so hungry for each other and trying to make the most of the time you had before you had to go back to work. you didn’t have to hide, didn’t have to keep yourselves in line to meet the requirements of other people. you were allowed to enjoy each other, so that’s exactly what you did. 

the only issue was that sometimes, you weren’t exactly alone. max had been traumatised more times in the span of a few days than he had in his entire life, innocently walking into rooms only to be scarred for life. 

“stop checking out my girlfriend.” lando groaned. he had you bent over the kitchen counter when max had caught you mid-fuck, hands pressed against your hips to keep you in place. he tried to cover your body with his own as much as he could to shield you from max, but lando’s poor housemate had probably already seen far too much of you both since you arrived, so it was practically futile. 

“i’m not! i- you’re literally in the middle of the kitchen! how is this my fault? just wanted some fucking toast.” max complained, “it’s like living with wild animals.” he muttered, turning on his heel. you heard the front door slam, giggling at his outburst. it was hard to feel bad for max when you felt as good as you did. 

you found yourself on the couch with lando later that day, wrapped in the hoodie that he had discarded earlier in the kitchen, some random netflix show playing in the background. you were both sat on opposite ends, your legs draped over his lap and a blanket thrown over your lower halves. you couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said to max.

“stop checking out my girlfriend”.

girlfriend. 

it was the first time he’d said it. it seemed so silly to be fixated on that one word. you’d expressed your love for one another, hell, your relationship had been broadcast to thousands of people, but even so, that word somehow carried so much weight. it made the entire situation even more real. he viewed you as his girlfriend. you were his girlfriend. you felt like a teenager, smiling to yourself about nothing like an idiot. as per usual, he noticed the behaviour. 

“what’s gotten into you? well, except me.” he smirked to himself, proud of the stupid joke. you just glared at him. 

“you are such a child.” 

“you love it.” 

“you’re ridiculous.”

“okay but seriously, what are you all smiley about?” he asked, growing desperate to know what had suddenly perked you up.

“mmm nothing much, just something you said.” 

“i say so many cool things, you’re gonna have to be more specific.” you rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying to delay answering him for as long as possible. 

you suddenly felt shy, looking down at your hands, fingers playing anxiously with the sleeve of his hoodie. 

“hey, come here, whats up? tell me.” he pouted, tugging your arm gently. you ended up right next to him, facing each other. you exhaled slowly, working up the nerve. 

“you called me your girlfriend.” you stated quietly.

“yeah.” he affirmed, smile slowly spreading across his face. 

“i liked it.” you let yourself smile again, unable to help the way your the corners of your mouth upturned. his eyes shone upon hearing your words. 

“well, thank god for that.” he leaned forward, kissing you sweetly. one of your hands stroked his jaw softly before you pulled back, faces only centimetres apart. 

“so, are we, like,” you mumbled, feeling ridiculously awkward, “fuck, this is so stupid.” you giggled. lando just watched you, amused. 

“say what you wanna say, baby.” 

“so you’re my boyfriend?” you asked him quickly, voice high pitched, feeling like a child. you felt silly. “god, that sounded ridiculous.” you rambled, averting eye contact.

“i would like to think i’m your boyfriend, yes.” he nodded at you, curls bouncing. “i don’t think it sounded ridiculous at all.” he rubbed your thigh comfortingly. 

“it kinda is, though. i mean, look at everything that’s happened and here i am getting excited about you calling me your girlfriend.” you blushed, slightly embarrassed about the direction that the conversation was heading in. 

“okay, well, just consider this as a… confirmation. yeah, a confirmation. a formality. we’re official, exclusive, whatever. i’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend. we’re together. in a relationship, partners, whatever you wanna call it.” he went on and on, making you laugh at him as he rambled. “i’m all yours.” 

“all mine? promise?” you whispered, his lips ghosting over yours. any prior shyness that you may have felt immediately evaporated. you shifted your body so that you could swing a leg over his lap, so that you were straddling him. he relaxed into the couch, looking up at you. lando ran his hands up and down the outside of your bare thighs, creating goosebumps all over your exposed skin. he was looking at you in a way that made you hazy, feeling intoxicated by the dark look of promise in his eyes. 

“i promise.” lando whispered back, just loud enough that you could hear his words. the air between you was growing heavy, charged with the electricity passing between you. those two words had rolled off of his tongue and shot right through your body, your hips rolling involuntary against his. you couldn’t help it, your body moving of its own accord. how he managed to get you like this every single time, you couldn’t begin to understand. suddenly his hands roaming your thighs stopped their movements, hooking firmly around the backs of your legs. lando picked you up, walking you towards the staircase. 

“taking me to bed, for once?” you asked against his neck, gently nipping at the skin. you’d gotten used to him fucking you in various locations around his house. he groaned at the feeling of your teeth skimming the skin, only to be soothed by your tongue. “thought you liked to put me on display?” you whispered. 

“no one gets to see what we’re about to do.” you shivered at his words, clinging onto him harder as he carried you up the stairs and towards his bedroom. he kicked the door to his room shut, dropping you onto his mattress. your hair fanned out when you landed, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him. your eyes raked shamelessly over his frame as he pulled his t-shirt off, tanned muscles flexing deliciously under the dim lighting.  

you didn’t like the distance between you, so you sat up, settling on your hands and knees to crawl towards the end of the bed where he stood. you kneeled at the end of the mattress reaching out for him until he was against you, wrapping your arms around his neck. you pulled him into a kiss, tongues brushing one another, a low hum emitting from the back of his throat as your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. lando’s hands travelled further and further down your body, squeezing your ass before he grabbed at the back of your thighs. as quickly as he’d picked you up, he was pressing you down into the mattress, his body resting firmly against yours, the pressure almost making you dizzy with desire. his kisses travelled down your neck, tongue dancing across your collarbone, littering the sensitive skin with tiny marks that he soothed with his tongue. your legs climbed higher on his waist, desperately trying to grind yourself against him. he pushed your legs off of his waist, holding you against the mattress. leaving a lingering kiss on your neck, he sat up. 

lando sat on his knees between your legs, watching you intently as he toyed with the hem of his hoodie that you’d stolen. his fingers moved over the material teasingly, brushing against your thigh. you wanted nothing more than for him to take it off you, ready to sit up and take it off yourself as you grew needier and needier for him. it didn’t help that his eyes were fixed on yours, darkening rapidly as he smirked at the way you squirmed below him. you looked at him innocently, desperately, begging him with your eyes to put you out of your misery and touch you.  

lando knew how impatient you were in general, life as a racing driver was fast paced after all, but from the first time you’d slept together, he knew that he’d get a kick out of making you wait. it turned him on, the way you’d flipped your bodies over so that you could take exactly what you wanted from him back in italy, and he wanted to see how far he’d have to push you to get you to do that again. and so, he continued to watch you as he tantalisingly pushed the hoodie slowly up your thighs until he could see the lace of your underwear. 

“do you want me?” lando asked you lowly, pushing the material further up your body, leaving your panties on display. 

“yes.” your voice was quiet, almost timid as you felt the weight of his gaze. 

“take it off.” he tugged at the hoodie one last time before removing his hands from you completely, sitting back on his knees. his eyes raked up and down your frame as you scrambled to discard the material. you heard the soft thud of it hitting the floor, sitting up expectantly. lando’s eyes were fixed on your bare chest, smirking to himself as he took in your desperation. you were growing frustrated and were about ready to wipe the smile off his face. 

“lando.” your voice was laced with warning, urging him to get on with it, to do something. 

“yes, love?” you narrowed your eyes at his tone, irritated at the pleasure he was getting out of teasing you while you weren’t getting any. 

“if you aren’t going to help me, i swear i’ll do this myself.” you pushed your hair away from your face, leaning back against the pillows at the head of the bed. your hand trailed seductively over your stomach, pulling at the band of your underwear. you hoped that his face would fall, that you’d suddenly gain the upper hand and he’d come crawling like a puppy to give you what you wanted. but of course, you were wrong, and he continued to surprise you. your words had only spurred him on. 

“you said something similar to me once, do you remember that? remember how desperate you were for me to fuck you the first time?” the memory made your stomach flip, thighs squeezing together. “do you remember, baby? had you shaking on top of me, hands on that pretty neck. is that what you want?” 

you didn’t have the words to respond to him. you just stared at him as he spoke, reliving your first night together. lando’s words sent your hands further down your body, dipping under the band of your panties. you gasped in relief as your fingertips found your clit, rubbing slow circles as your wetness spread. the smirk on his face did not falter; he was getting exactly what he wanted, watching you take what you needed. he leant forward between your spread legs gripping at your underwear and slowly, he began to pull it down your legs. 

your fingers stopped their movements, and despite the loss of pleasure, you were excited by the prospect of him doing it instead. finally, your panties were off and discarded, legs spread for him to pick up where you left off. he laid down between your thighs, getting himself comfortable, hands wrapped around your legs to keep you in place for him. delicate kisses were placed tauntingly close to where you ached, his lips brushing the innermost parts of your thighs. just when you you expected him to devour you, you heard words than made you let out a groan of pure exasperation. 

“carry on.” 

lando was biting at the skin now, only gently, but enough to leave red marks that would soon get darker, a reminder of exactly what he’d done. as much as you wished it were his fingers, you didn’t have the strength to wait any more. fuck it, you decided, and you resumed your movements. you were getting wetter and wetter, dipping your fingers inside yourself. you moaned, the sound ringing from the back of your throat. lando was leaving wet kisses across your thighs, eyes wide open and fixed on where you were dripping only centimetres from where he was working to wind you up even further. occasionally his eyes would wander to your face, finding it screwed up from the pleasure that you were giving yourself. your lips were parted, quiet pants passing from between them as you arched your back slightly, held down by his strong arms. 

despite feeling pride in his initially foolproof plan to have you begging and desperate for him, lando suddenly found himself impatient too. he was painfully hard watching the way you were spilling around your own fingers and decided that enough was enough. he needed to taste you, no longer fulfilled just by watching how his words had reduced you to this state of desperation. your eyes snapped open when you felt his hand grab at your wrist, and they almost fell out of your head when he put the fingers you’d been fucking yourself with straight into his mouth. you could feel his tongue swirling around your digits and your eyes rolled back. you were totally unprepared for the feeling of his tongue lapping at your pussy only seconds later, blindly reaching for his curls to try and ground yourself in the moment. it was as though you had whiplash, unable to keep up with him. every brush of his tongue had your spine arching and you had zero control of the moans tumbling freely from your mouth. 

the sounds in lando’s bedroom were obscene, his tongue working rapidly through your folds. he kept brushing your clit, finally kitten licking it with just the tip of his tongue until he applied more pressure, sucking it into his mouth. you were teetering on the very edge of your orgasm, dangerously close to reaching your end. every time you looked down, you could see just how messy he had gotten, the lower half of his face glistening. the sight alone was enough to propel you that final stretch of the way and the next thing you knew, you were thrashing against his bedsheets, seeing nothing but white in the midst of your orgasm. 

you couldn’t remember anything that had felt so intense, so intimate, your mind blanking from the white hot pleasure erupting, burning through your entire body.   his movements slowed, but they never stopped, only gradually coming to an end when you began to tug him away from your throbbing core. he crawled up your body to lay by your side, propping himself on his elbow as he watched your body tremble from the intensity of your high. 

“love it when you try and take control.” the smirk was back. no matter how exhausted you were, you couldn’t let him win after the way he’d tortured you. 

“try?” you questioned. this was your chance to get him back. part of you wanted to teach him a lesson. he thought he was a tease? he’d seen nothing yet. however, there was another part of you that wanted to repay him for what you could only describe as a spiritual experience between your legs, so you decided that a combination of both would be the only appropriate solution. you found the strength to sit up, pushing him until he fell onto his back. he looked amused, far too smug. that would simply have to change. 

“you wanna be in charge, baby?” lando crooned, patronising you. suddenly it clicked. you knew exactly what he was doing. he did it in italy and he was trying to recreate it now, trying to rile you up. he loved the struggle between you both, the struggle for dominance, the competition. rivalry had always been at the centre of your relationship, whether it was friendly or not, but it had hit a new height here in his bed. if he wanted to play that game, you wouldn’t say no. you didn’t respond to him, no. instead, you mirrored your actions from the sofa, swinging a leg over his waist and making yourself comfortable on his lap. 

you began to slowly grind yourself against him, watching the way his face changed at the relief he felt. you looked down at where you were grinding, noticing the way your wetness was creating a dark patch on his sweat pants. you rubbed a bit harder, applying more pressure and you heard lando moan, neck flexing as he threw his head back. you stopped. his eyes snapped open, hands immediately grabbing at your hips to try and get you to resume, trying to roll you against him. who was smirking now? you gazed at him innocently, batting your eyelashes. 

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? only like it when you’re getting what you want?” you asked him, tilting your head. his jaw clenched. 

“just want to make you feel good.” lando spoke through gritted teeth. 

“no, you want me to beg you and, well, i don’t want to.” you leaned forward as you spoke, hands skimming up his abs and across his chest until one of them rested over his throat. “is this okay?” you whispered. his eyes widened at your actions. 

“fuck, yes.” lando groaned, eyes rolling back. you gently applied pressure, rolling your hips against his once again as you did. you were so lost in the moment that you barely registered the way he was almost shaking in pleasure beneath you. checkmate. you had waited long enough for him to have his way with you, but as you pulled your hand away from his neck, taking in how fucked out he already looked, you came to the conclusion that it would be you who’d be having your way with him. you’d already cum once and you were more composed than he was. you felt yourself get even wetter at the absolute state he was in. 

“sit up.” you directed him, his hazy eyes fixed on yours as he moved. you pulled at the drawstring of his sweats, loosening them enough so that you could begin to take them off. you stood on your knees, rising off of his lap so that he could pull them off, along with his boxers, leaving the both of you completely bare. you held his face in his hands, staring into his eyes, noticing how the sex haze had lifted slightly. he was looking at you clearly and you couldn’t remember a time when you wanted him more. 

“enough now,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his, “just want you. need you.” you mumbled against his mouth. lando just nodded. he let out a shaky breath when your hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him a few times in your hand before you ran the head through your wet folds, sinking down on him. his hands went around your body, pulling you flush against his chest. you adjusted to the feeling of him filling you up, steadying your breathing as your walls fluttered around him. you began to slowly move backwards and forwards, trying to stimulate that spot inside of you that would make you see stars. you built up a lazy rhythm, his hands travelling to your hips to help you rock your body against his. 

lando was in ecstasy, completely and utterly lost in the feeling of your soft flesh moulding perfectly with his. he was obsessed with how you felt, how insanely good he felt because of you. he loved how your night had taken so many turns and that you’d ended up here, wrapped up in one another. his back was resting against the headboard, your movements sending it thudding against the wall, but he couldn’t have cared less. lando could have stared at you forever. the way you looked in that moment was quite honestly unforgettable, head thrown back, positively glowing on top of him like some kind of ethereal being. he could feel the way you were tightening around him, one of his hands leaving your waist to cup your face, guiding you into a kiss. as he kissed you, he began to move his hips harder, the different angle where you’d leaned forwards making all the difference. he was hitting that spot repeatedly now, over and over and over until he heard a whimper erupt from the back of your throat, swallowing it as he kissed you harder. 

as you unravelled around him, the pressure of his lips on yours softened. you collapsed further into his embrace, your body sinking further into his. he relaxed, slowly lowering you against his chest as he moved to rest against the pillows. your eyes fluttered shut as he held you against him, your hand stroking his chest, trailing your fingers lightly over his flushed skin.  you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath while he stroked your hair. eventually, you pulled yourself off of him, both of you hissing slightly as he slipped out of you. you pressed a kiss to his cheek as you slumped down next to him, his hands instantly on you, pulling you into his side. you were both quiet, content with the peace of being in each other’s company. spending time together away from the track and the factory and all of the shit that came with racing was exactly what you both needed. 

you could see him getting sleepy, pulling yourself away from him to sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. he rolled onto his side to watch you get up, redressing in one of his t-shirts and some sweats that you pulled out of his dresser, a confused expression on his tired face. 

“where are you going?” he whined. you smiled softly. 

“need water. do you want anything from downstairs?” you asked him quietly. 

“need you to come back here.” he replied sleepily. 

“back in a minute.” you winked at him and let yourself out of the room, padding down the hallway and to the staircase. 

you felt a bit giddy, caught in the balance of feeling energised but also exhausted from the session you’d just had. overall, you just felt good. you couldn’t help it. you felt more at ease, more relaxed than you had in a very, very long time. so much of the tension you’d had to contend with over the last few years was gone and it was such a lovely feeling. you made your way into lando’s kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge to get yourself a drink. when you shut the fridge door, you jumped slightly, startled by the sight of max in the doorway. 

“didn’t mean to scare you.” he said apologetically. 

“scared the shit out of me.” you waved your hand, as to show it was fine. 

“yeah, well, you and lando scare the shit out of me every time i walk into a room.” max laughed. fair point. you shrugged, laughing along lightly. 

“only just gotten home?” you asked max, partly because you were interested in your friends day, but also because you wanted to make sure he hadn’t overhead what had just happened in lando’s bedroom. 

“yeah, didn’t feel like it was a good idea to hang around here today.” he joked again. you rolled your eyes. 

“we’re not… that bad.” your argument was weak but the competitor in you couldn’t just let him win. 

“yes, yes you are.” he started, “but i mean, it’s hardly surprising.” max sat down at the counter opposite you. you walked around and sat down next to him. 

“what does that mean?” you didn’t quite know what he meant by that, what wasn’t surprising?

“just, the fact that you guys are all over each other. everyone has seen this coming for years.” max shrugged. “don’t get me wrong, it’s sickening,” you both laughed at that, “but it’s great to see you both so… happy. i always knew that one day he’d stop being such an asshole and get his shit together.” 

“max, i was an asshole too.” it was true, you had been. not as much as lando, perhaps, but if you could go back, there would be things you’d do differently. for example, not telling lando you’d slept with max. all's well that ends well, you figured. 

“not as much as he was. the amount of times i’ve wanted to slap him. i’m surprised you never have.” despite the joking tone, you could tell max was deadly serious. 

“i’ve come close a few times.” 

“he doesn’t handle emotions very well, never has, you know that as well as i do. i’m just glad you found your way back to each other.” max squeezed your arm affectionately as he spoke, words sincere. he stood from the counter, walking back towards the doorway. “right, i’m off to bed. do me a favour and try to keep it down. hope you cleaned this when you were done.” he gestured to the counter in false disgust and you flipped him off as he walked away and up the stairs. 

you stayed there for a bit longer that you meant to, thinking about what max had said. you were also glad that you’d found your way back to lando. so much had happened in such a short space of time to get you to where you had chaotically ended up, but you wouldn’t trade that for the world. your relationship might have not been the most logical or orthodox to other people, but to you, it just made sense. you were in his kitchen. you were about to go and sleep beside him in his bed. three months ago, you could barely stand the sight of him. life was funny like that. you tried not to let yourself be overwhelmed in moments like these when everything seemed to hit you at once. you could only focus on the here and now; it didn’t quite matter how you’d gotten here, you were together and that was the important part. 

on that note, you left the kitchen, turning off the light and heading back up the stairs. you found yourself back in his room, shutting the door softly behind you when you realised that he had dozed off. you climbed into the bed beside him, pulling the covers up around your body, reaching out to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. as you began to fall asleep, you felt him shifting around beside you. as your eyes fluttered shut, a warm arm wrapped around your waist as a gentle kiss was placed on your shoulder. 

-

a couple of days passed inside your perfect little bubble. you spent all of your time with lando, relaxing, talking, reminiscing. it was blissful to have nowhere to be, no pressure on either of you. you needed to be back in the middle east early next week but you put that thought on the back burner, making the most of the time you had. you even got to spend some time with max, catching up with him after not seeing him properly for the better part of the year. midway through the week, lando had a few meetings to attend, some work stuff to sort out, and you finally went home, despite his protests. as much as you would have loved to stay, you needed to sort your life out a little bit before racing resumed next week. 

being back in your own house after spending the better part of a week with lando and max was strange. you missed your boyfriend’s presence, missed the sound of his outrageous laugher filling the air. you were annoyed when you climbed into bed and it didn’t smell like his cologne, or when you took a shower and didn’t see his products lining the bathroom. it felt ever so silly how much you missed him after spending mere hours apart, so when you received a call from him just as you were about to brave falling asleep in your big, lonely bed, you were overjoyed. 

“hey, you.” your tired voice spoke down the line. 

“did i wake you up?” he asked apologetically. 

“no, no, just going to bed now. everything okay?” 

“all good, babe. just wanted to tell you that you need to be ready in the morning. we’re going somewhere. dress comfy.” he sounded suspicious as he told you his plan. 

“where are you taking me?” you enquired, smiling into the darkness at his elusiveness. 

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out. now, get some rest, love. goodnight.” 

“goodnight. i love you.” you told him dreamily, eyes already feeling heavy. 

“i love you.” 

when you woke up, you did as he instructed, dressing yourself in some comfy clothes, including one of his hoodies that you’d swiped from his dresser as you were leaving his house. you made yourself your morning coffee as you waited for him, trying not to think too hard about where he could possibly be taking you, but it was hard not to wonder. you assumed that this was your first date. well, your first proper date, at least, having gone to a few dinners before you came back to the uk for your week off. you knew lando was a relatively casual person, so you could only ponder what he would have in store. you heard the sound of your gate buzzer echoing through your house and into your kitchen, springing yourself up at the sound to collect you bag and go to the front door, pressing the button to open the gate on your way. you refused to allow yourself to think about what happened the last time lando had rung that damn buzzer. 

you left your house, locking the door behind you as you made your way to his car, slight spring in your step. you opened the passenger door, climbing in only to be met by your pouting boyfriend. 

“what’s up with you?” 

“wanted to be all gentlemanly and you ruined it.” he whined, gesturing to the elaborate door of his mclaren. you scoffed, stroking his cheek and pressing a peck to his lips. 

“i’ll let you open my door for me when we get there, how about that? didn’t realise you were a little victorian man.” you limited your mocking but still managed to get a smile out of him as he reversed out of your drive way and onto the road. he reached across the centre console to grab your hand, pressing your knuckles to his lips as he focused on the road ahead. you just watched him drive, thinking about how hot he looked while he concentrated. 

-

it hadn’t taken too much to deduce where you were going, the road signs making it far too obvious. that, and the fact that you knew the way to your destination like the back of your hand. lando pulled to a stop and parked up, smiling to himself as he did as he took in how happy you obviously were. 

“karting? seriously?” you couldn’t lie, you were excited. you hadn’t had a chance to come to a track for the longest time, which you hated. you always liked to revisit your roots when you had time and you knew lando did too. it was a perfect idea on his behalf. lando nodded at you, getting out of his seat, walking around the car and opening your door, just as he’d promised. he took your hand when you’d gotten out, pulling you against him, hands on your hips. 

“do you know what today is?” lando asked, tiny smile playing on his face. you furrowed your eyebrows, racking your brain to come up with an answer. you had absolutely no idea what he was alluding to, almost feeling guilty. you knew it wasn’t his birthday, having celebrated as much as you could between all the car frustrations in brazil, but you were at a loss. he laughed lightly at your confused face. 

“ten years ago, on this day, we raced here. you won the race and i came second. you absolutely wiped the floor with me and i wanted to cry because you were always too quick and i didn’t know how you did it.” lando started, pausing thoughtfully. “but on this particular day, you were just in another league. pretty sure you were even reigning it in to try and give me a chance.” he laughed as he relived the memory. 

“so i’m moping by my kart after and you come over, your hair all messy and you were all flushed. you had these little braids in and your hair was all loose. i was still pissed off and i wanted to tell you to get lost, but i couldn’t.” he shook his head defiantly. “you couldn’t stop smiling and i could see that you were trying not to smile too much because you knew i was upset. always knew me so well. all of the sudden, i didn’t even care that i’d come second. barely even cared that i raced. you were so pretty and happy and nothing else really mattered to me.”

“you hugged me and i blushed, ended up looking like a fucking tomato in all the pictures, but nothing compared to the look on my face when you kissed me on the cheek. first time you’d ever kissed me. you know, i’m pretty sure i stopped breathing, i must have looked just like when ted caught us.” his eyes shone as he explained himself, lost in the memory of your childhood. “i didn’t realise it right then and there, in fact i didn’t even realise it until a few years later, but that’s the day i knew. i fell in love with you that day.” 

you were quite literally speechless. you just stood there staring at him, unable to truly comprehend what he had just said. you could feel a tear trickle down your face, completely overwhelmed by what he just told you. ten years. ten years. he remembered a win of yours that you could barely even recall. he remembered the moment he fell in love with you. for you, it had been a culmination of little things over the years, moments and glances that you’d shared that had ultimately left you love struck. but he had a moment in time that he could pinpoint, the exact moment he become yours. 

you kissed him. it was the only thing you could do. your head was swimming in thoughts and your heart was about to explode out of your chest; words simply could not be formed. your fingers twisted around his hoodie, using that as leverage to pull him even closer to you, deepening the kiss. you hoped that he could feel what you were trying to convey, hoped that he could feel the raw emotion that you were putting into the kiss. the low groan that he let out led you to the conclusion that he could. when you pulled away breathless, you stroked his face, eyes still watery from his words. he was still smiling. 

“let’s go.” he murmured, taking your hand. 

“maybe i’ll let you win this time.”

-

“i need to tell you something.”

lando’s voice broke the comfortable silence in the car. you were on your way to get some food, having just left the karting track. you’d won, as per usual, always coming out on top whenever you and lando hit the track; something you reminded him of as lovingly as you could while he faked a sulk, reminiscent of ten years prior. you’d had the best day in a long, long time and you were still touched by the thoughtfulness of the date. however, hearing his shaky voice had you on edge, turning your head to look at him and saying a prayer that your good mood wasn’t about to come crashing down. 

“okay… is everything okay?” 

“um, yeah, uh-” he stuttered, grip tightening on the steering wheel. 

“lando, it’s okay. just say it.” you were confused as to what could be troubling him so much. up until now, he’d been completely fine. he pulled into the small carpark by the restaurant. as soon as the car came to a halt, he turned to you, taking your hand. but his eyes didn’t meet yours. he took a deep breath. 

“i’m moving to monaco.”

-

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Earthly Paradise

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Things with Loki are going great, you over each other and everything seemes perfect, but will the honeymoon phase survive when Loki's worries get the worst of him.

☆ Word Count: 5009

☆ Notes: Loki is shy and touch-starved switch. It is almost fluff without plot until the end. Part 4 of this saga I've made: part one, two, three.

☆ Warnings: Anxious Loki, Loki does a major fucksie whupsie at the end.

After the mission was over things happened how Loki had expected them. The second the rest of the team figured out what was going on between the two of you (which didn’t take long given the loving display wasn’t particularly discreet) hell broke loose: teasing, jokes, and playful flirting to trigger Loki’s jealousy and all those things you could expect from friendly banter.

“Ah, Tinkerbell, I really like your new shirt”

On different times, these same circumstances would have annoyed him, or worse, especially about the flirting would’ve caused at least one of them to go missing, but the way you beamed with pride when you spoke of how much you adored Loki made him do the same. And they could tease each him all they wanted. You had made perfectly clear that jokes aside you had eyes only for him.

For once in his life, Loki knew what it was to have the spotlight, being showered by so much positive attention from a group that despite he’d never admit it, he had learned to care for. Your relationship highlighted the best of him and made him want to be even better.

He didn’t expect it all to be perfect, he imagined sooner or later, someone would come to lecture him about the responsibilities of a romance with someone as precious as you, or threats to murder him in his sleep if he dared to hurt you. But none of that came. If anything they came to support him, to suggest him good restaurants to take you to, reminded him of your favorite flowers, chocolates, and colors, and whatsoever a long-detailed list of tips about Midgardian courting… other stuff. It was annoying but if this were the kind of things you’d like he would make sure to provide.

Because you did to him what no one did in over a millennium. You made him happy, genuinely happy.

“Reindeer games, you look like you’re in a good mood today” Tony chuckled.

“Good mood?” Clint laughed, “He’s arrogant ass is not literally glowing because he would look like a  fluorescent marker.”

“Look at him all dressed up, Earth style even” Sam grinned cheekily, pointing to his black suit.

“Dating human is more softening than what my brother expected” Thor smiled more endeared than cheekily.

“Leave him alone guys” Nat smiled, to which Loki nodded thankfully, “… it’s not his fault cupid hit bullseye.”

Of course. He didn’t want to let those ridiculous comments ruin his evening, but all this nonsense was ridiculous and starting to get to his nerves.

“Guys, I hope you’re not messing with Loki” a familiar voice spoke through the hall.

Seeing you was worth all the teasing, you had chosen a beautiful blue night dress, glittery silver heels that he could only see if your step were long enough to raise the skin up your ankle, and silver jewelry to match.

“You look absolutely stunning, my love” he smiled as he reached to greet you with a kiss ln the cheek.

“You’re so sweet, mischief. You look fantastic yourself, but I didn’t expect any less of you” you smiled. “But hurry or we’ll lose the reservations.”

“Darling we’ll be fine, don’t worry, I’ve been perfecting my portals, and worst-case scenario we’ll use those.”

“Woah there, sweet pea, careful” Clint warned you playfully. “It’s never good when a man wants to save time.”

“Hilarious, Barton, but I didn’t quite hear you” Loki snarled tapping his ear.

“Loki!” you scolded him, “And believe it or not, he is nothing but a gentleman.”

“Yeah, that’s how they all act” Bucky chuckled.

“Right, because you guys would know first-hand about that, gigolo squad” you scoffed, “Not you Bruce, Vision, you’re an angel too, Steve… you’re on thin fucking ice.”

“This is what I get for being the sponsor of your fancy date?” Tony whined, feigning offense. “Good to know.”

“Ah, you know I’m very thankful” you smiled to walk to where he was seating to give him a kiss on the cheek, “But I can’t let you guys insult my Loki. Even if his fancy dates finish me off…”

“If Earth’s Mightiest Heroes are done interrupting…” Loki spoke up.

“Don’t blame us, mischief” Clint grinned, “It’s your fault we came together in the first place.”

“A mistake I’ll pay for rest of my life, rest assured” Loki sighed. “Shall we get going, love?”

“Yeah, let’s” you smiled as you grabbed him by the arm ready to spend a date night at the theater.

Days went by full of delight and Loki felt like floating. You were inseparable and could barely take your hands off each other, first thing in the morning you would meet in the kitchen to eat together, matched your gym routines in the mornings to stretch and start the day. Then he’d grab a book to read with you around as you worked in the lab for a couple of hours, still tending to your needs bringing you water and snacks to share with you until it was time to train. The other girls had gone ballistic, constantly making group dates with Wanda and Vision, Pepper and Tony, Nat and Bruce, whether two couples at one or everyone who tagged along.

You still worked hard to be a hero and you trained your butt off, but training had to be one of his favorite things now: he taught you Asgardian sparring as he learned Midgard fighting styles to show you as well, but it all meant having you close and a chance to touch you.

“Alright, darling” Loki huffed, “Your position is too gentle. Straighten your shoulders.”

You did as told, and he placed hands on the sides of your waist, nodding for you to do the same. The rest came almost mechanically, it was trying to get your feet behind his leg to swipe him to the floor. Loki and you had been working on a mix of different martial arts to make your fighting style diverse and unpredictable to the enemy.

After a couple of attempts you finally managed to drop Loki on the floor, although rather than getting overexcited you decided to actually beat him. When, he rolled on his stomach to try standing up you tackled him, placing your knee on the back of his thigh to prevent him from standing, and when he tried to reach for you, you grabbed his hands pinning them against his back. You had successfully managed to put Loki in a lock, and he swelled with pride when he noticed he was effectively pinned, even if his strength far surpass yours, you had exceeded his expectations, so he allowed you to enjoy your victory.

“Gotcha good” you stated audibly pleased with yourself.

“Mm, I really enjoy this new arrogance of yours” he smirked, “I wouldn’t mind this position in a different scenario.”

He let out a chuckle when he heard you whine. He had learned your reactions so well that he could practically see your red face as you bit the inside of your cheek to try concealing your embarrassment.

“I do wonder if you’d be able to take charge with the task given you’ve made it so easy for me to fluster you” he teased you.

He only meant that to an extent, truly he adored the newfound liberty he had to embarrass you, how vulnerable you’d allowed yourself to be vulnerable to his words, even if he exploited that for his entertainment he never used it to hurt you, nor he intended to. He relished that trust you gave him and no way he’d actually make you feel ashamed.

“Oh?” he could just hear the impishness. “Is that right…? What about this scenario?”

Before he could shoot you a comeback he felt singers spidering over the back of his exposed side, crawling up his ribs.

“Ehe-hey! Lohohove, dohohon’t do thahahat” he chuckled.

“Why not? You wanted me to take charge” you teased him, “That should mean I get to make decisions. Or does this not please you?”

“Okahahahay, it’s good, it’s good, that’s enough!” Loki laughed when your hand snaked under his arm. “Cut it ohohout!”

You ceased your playful torture but not right after he asked, he didn’t understand what it was immediately, given he was trying to get rid of the tingly sensations. But by the time he did the footsteps approaching were already by the door.

“Oh, hi!” Bruce waved shyly. “I remembered you’d be here, Tony asked if you were going to the lab later today.”

“Yeah, we’re almost done training,” you smiled innocently, “I’ll take a shower and we’ll meet you there.”

“We?”

“We, as in we are a package deal now,” you stated firmly, “wherever he goes, I go, and vice versa.”

Something in Loki’s stomach fluttered, he had never experienced such a pure way of loving. How proud you made clear you were with him, and you loved him. Sure, despite his altercations, he knew his family loved him. But it was so different,.

“O-Oh… Good,” Bruce smiled and left, letting you return to the lesson.

“Now, grab one of my arms and stretch it behind me” Loki instructed, “place your knee on my free arm if you deem it necessary.”

You did as he ordered, and Loki nodded approvingly of your technique.

“Now all you’d have to do is place your hand below my elbow and smash it to break my arm.”

“What?!” you sounded so genuinely horrified Loki couldn’t tell if you were joking or not.

“Of course you’re not gonna do it to me darling,” Loki assured you “I know you wouldn’t harm me, it’s just practice. But fear not, you’ve improved your strength enough, so it a really combat you would perform it well.”

“No… I don’t want to do that” you said getting off of him.

He sat up to face you, looking at your mortified face. Your hands were covering your mouth and you were shaking lightly.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone… I mean, y-yeah… I’ll have to fight bad guys but… actively breaking arms… i-isn’t that overkill?”

“Darling… killing is part of the job too… sometimes you won’t have a choice” he said as gently as he could.

“I understand that I just… I would like to avoid reaching those extremes… As much as possible, at least.”

Norns, you were so soft.

“I know the battlefield is rough,” you said, “But you’re living proof that there’s good in what we think are bad guys… I don’t want to make killing my default, you know.”

He could recognize you had a valid point… and he admire your mercy, but he couldn’t help but worry.

As you reached out to cup his face with a care and love he hadn’t felt in his entire life, he sighed allowing you to keep stroking his cheek with a gentleness that undid him. He could feel himself practically melting to your touch, feeling his worry vanish at your hands.

Speaking of touch, your affection had become his newest and strongest vice. He loved how you held his hands as you walked around the facilities so naturally that you didn’t have to think about it. He relished your hugs, so warm and tender, always telling him how much he was loved.

It was terrifying how much he craved for your touch, how he would bend to your will if you simply caressed him. Your fingers worked like magic.

As much as he adored having you in his arm, knowing he could keep you safe while he ran his fingers through your hair to make you sigh and let out little moans of delight, you were stubborn and you insisted to pamper him as well. At first it took him time to warm up to the idea, always charming his way around it. But as much as you enjoyed yourself you eventually got your way… and Loki questioned how he ever lived without your touch.

The way you seemed took pleasure helped to put his mind at easy. And the way you made him feel helped too.

It was funny how as a prince, massages were pretty much part of the deal, just another perk of the royal life. But this? Simply resting his head on your chest as you absentmindedly traced shapes on his back or gave him what you called head scritches made the most renowned masseuses pale in comparison.

“You are such a puppy” you teased him.

“I am nothing of such, I’m much more sophisticated…” he chuckled, “at least a cat.”

“Are you sure? I think you’d look cute with a puppy tail,” you giggled, “wagging it around when you’re happy. You even react when I scratch behind your ear…”

You scratched the spot behind his ear, and he shivered in delight, biting his lip to hold back any audible reaction but not quite concealing his smile. He could feel his face heating up at the sound of your endeared laughter.

“I hate you” he groaned.

“I love you too.”

You returned to scratching his back and he just huffed, allowing himself to relax once again. Shivered again when you sneaked underneath his shirt by the neck of it onto his bare back, which he would be delightful if you hadn’t found a particularly sensitive spot on his shoulder blade. That made him jump despite his best efforts, your fingers had just found a very bad spot and his reaction was evident.

“Oh… sorry” you smiled shyly.

He just groaned and hid in your chest to try concealing his embarrassment, but you simply moved from the spot continued scratching his back. For a moment he felt tempted to tickle you back, his weight and position already gave him an advantage, and he could excuse it on revenge, it'd certainly seem like a naturally playful response.

But he knew you knew him well, just as well as he knew you. You would certainly tickle him back, in a worst-case scenario, you’d pick up on the fact that he actually didn’t fight it back… Meaning it’d be a matter of time you figured out why.

He’d have to do with the occasional chill from a touch in a particularly sensitive spot for now. It wasn’t like he didn’t adore every second of it as well.

Valhalla could be damned.

When eventually kisses became part of the relationship, he fell in love even further the second your lips met his skin. You’d peck his cheeks almost every time he was within reach, his eyelids when he was sleepy, on his neck always sending chills down his spine, his hands when he handed you tools or when you drove around the city, and his lips… gods, the taste of you. He knew there was a before and an after in his life once he tasted your kisses.

It was his favorite distraction. You had found that you could interrupt him from any task or activity with a smooch and he would not only not be annoyed, but he corresponded happily. If anything, he feigned annoyance and claim you would have to pay for disturbing his peace, which was just an excuse to kiss you more fervently. Of course you knew better than to interrupt him if he was doing something important, which he appreciated, but the world could wait until he was done with you.

And… just like things started between the two of you, tickles were a constant on your relationship. He adored teasing you and eliciting giggles from you as much as you did to him.

Tickling you silly was another effective way of getting you away from work to skip you pleads to get 5 more minutes or let you finish this one bit. It was just a matter of wrapping his arms around you and scribbling his fingers over your belly to have you cave in and leave the lab to rest spending time with Loki. Or just to get you to do anything really.

“Give up, honey~” he purred in your ear.

“Nahahaha!” you squirmed in his lap.

Oh, who would have guessed that doing things like sitting on the God of Mischief’s lap could result in situations like these…

“It’s the only way to make this stop…” he teased, as he squeezed and pinched your ribs.

“IHIHIHIT’S NOT FAIIIEEEEEEEEE!” you screeched, “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Lihife is not fair, dear heart” he laughed at your reaction as he reached to tickle your back, right between your shoulder blades. “But this is as simple as surrendering.”

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! NO MOHOHORE!” tears of laughter streamed down your face.

“Say it…”

“I GIHIHIVE!” you laughed, tapping  “IHIHIHIT’S YOURS! JUHUST STAHAHAHAP!”

He decided to be merciful and actually hold his end of the bargain, letting you break, rubbing circles on your back to brush of the tickly sensations, you gasped for air in defeat as you handed him the last cookie. Of course he shared half with you, and of course that’s what would’ve happened anyway, but none of you could deny it was more fun this way.

On your side, you were a bit discrete, and Loki thanked you for that, you didn’t say it openly, but he knew you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed if you tickled him in front of others.

“Ah, the happy couple having some quality time with a movie” a familiar voice beamed happily as he walked in the leisure room.

“Thor, don’t come to bot—”

“Yeah we are” you chimed in with a happy smile, “We’re watching Pride and Prejudice, if you want to join us, if you don’t mind romantic movies… really romantic movies.”

The God of Thunder stiffened immediately looking around the room as to avoid contact.

“A-ah, w-well— I… I wouldn’t want to bother the— the l-lovebirds…”

“It’s not a bother at all, Thor” you smiled “In fact, I’ll give a bunch of kisses to my little Asgardian moonlight right here, right now.”

You clever thing. Despite his normally confident demeanor, his brother couldn’t handle his socially awkwardness. Sure, among friends he was still loud and bright. But when it came strangers he was actually really shy… among strangers and… and couples, the public displays of affection just made him really self-conscious.

“Is that right, darling?” Loki smirked, happy to play along.

“M-Maybe another time” Thor suggested.

“Oh, Thor, don’t be shy! We’re almost family” you teased him.

That was enough to make the God of Thunder, turn pale and fled the room, making Loki fall back on the couch laughing.

“Oh, dear, I almost thought he was going to pass out” Loki chuckled.

“I’m kinda sad he didn’t join us for movie night” you said sadly.

“Wait, you were serious?”

“What’s wrong with it?” you said innocently, “You’re my boyfriend.”

Loki just rolled his eyes, barely missing the tingling feeling on the back of his mind. Liar.

“Again with your Midgardian terms” he huffed.

“You are just bitter I was the one who asked you out officially” you grinned triumphantly as you planted a kiss on his lips.

“I hate it when you’re right” he smiled through the kiss, “but if you kiss me more I’ll forgive you.”

“Well… I guess I have no choice…” you mumbled happily barely breaking the kiss. “Or now that we’re alone… I could…”

Before Loki could ask was talking about he felt your fingernails gently yet torturously crawling under his arms, making him burst out laughing.

“Dahahaharling, dohohon’t– hehehe! Stohohop!”

“Don’t stop? If you say so…” you teased as you nuzzled his neck, just adding up to the tickling sensation. “I knew you liked this, but this is beyond blunt, sugar pie.”

With what little strength he could muster he held your wrist to push you away from him.

“Goodness grahacious, dear…” he chuckled, “where did you get that idea?”

“You may fool the others, even your brother, but I know you love it when I tickle you, giggles” you whispered, gently tapping his nose. “Otherwise you’d stop me right away, squirm at least.”

“Oh, giggles, is it?” he growled playfully. “I’ll show you giggles.”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!”

And he latched onto your sides, eliciting your squeals and laughter was a lot better than admitting you were right twice in the same date night. Oh, well, just another thing to the list of things he still didn’t dare to tell you, it would pile up next to finally telling you “I love you” and his concern to your eager to be exposed to the Avenger lifestyle…

You… an Avenger. Exposed to missiles, swords, daggers, a vast amount firepower, master assassins, metahumans, witches and sorcerers, people in mechanical suits of diverse thematic, angry green monster with strength that surpassed literal gods, and that’s without the mention of extraterrestrial lifeforms of unknown intentions. And you, so fragile and gentle wanted to expose yourself to all that for people who mostly didn’t deserve an ounce of your kindness.

Gods, he couldn’t allow it. You would get yourself killed. You were only going to shorten your already brief life. No. He had to do something about it.

Thankfully that opportunity presented itself on a silver plate. Literally…

“Loki, can you pass me the—

“T10 Pozidriv screwdriver” he smiled as you grabbed the screwdriver yourself.

“I’m impressed you actually recognize what they look like.”

“You have me stuck here too much” he chuckled teasingly.

“You love it” you leaned towards him with that adorable way of smiling that made your nose scrunch up.

“I don’t hate it” he agreed corresponding your actions to meet you for a kiss when—

“Sorry to interrupt the not-ly-weds” Pietro chimed in as he walked into the lab, “But there’s a meeting in 15 minutes for the next mission, so we need the emo king here to grace us with his presence in hall C.”

Loki was about to berate him about not knowing the meaning of privacy. But you placed your hand on his discreetly to beam with a smile.

“He’ll be there in 5” you assured him.

Loki noticed how the speedster’s expression softened. All the annoyance in his eyes when he walked in vanished within seconds.

“O-Oh— good” he mumbled, “I’ll see you there, then.”

And with that, he left leaving a trail of wind behind him.

“What was all that about?” Loki asked.

You shrugged with an innocent smile, “I just thought I’d spare you the trouble”.

“I appreciate the effort, but I rarely confront with them lately” Loki reminded you, “Besides their unwelcome mockery, that is.”

“They’re not mocking you, baby, it’s just teasing” you smiled, “that’s just the way the show you they love you. You’ve proven to be part of the family.”

“Family…” Loki breathed out.

“Yeah, but we can talk about it after your meeting” you smiled as you pecked his cheek.

“What happened with wherever I go, you go?” Loki smirked.

“I’m packed with work right now, and you know I rather not go until I’m authorized to a mission” you sighed, “it’d be rubbing salt in the wound.”

He nodded in agreement and made his way to the meeting. Given you had sent him off with time to spare, he had arrived early. Meaning the only other members present were Rogers and Vision. So he took the chance to request making a brief council before the meeting.

“Alright, before so talk about the trip to Gulmira, Loki wanted to bring a matter to us” Steve said absentmindedly as he was reading some files.

He just stood up, and cleared his throat… If you ever found out what he was about to do, you would be beyond angry, but he hoped you would understand.

“First of all, this a highly sensitive subject so it’s of utmost importance that what we say behind these doors remains strictly confidential…”

Gods, he hoped he could be forgiven.

Soon, the mission day arrive. You were there when it was time to leave, he was surprised at himself for managing to keep a straight face as your eyes crystallized with held back tears as they loaded the Quinjet. For as long as he could remember, he hadn’t cared about goodbyes, but leaving you for a few days broke his heart.

“It’s okay… I’ll prepare a date for when you get back” you beamed as you cleaned the tears from your eyes.

“That sounds lovely” he smiled, gently caressing your cheek, “I’ll be counting the seconds until I get to see your beautiful face once more…”

“I’d rather you focus on the mission” you chuckled awkwardly, “I don’t want to see your return as a sieve.”

“Very funny” he rolled his eyes with a smile as he extended his arms, cueing you to hug him.

You complied happily wrapping your arms around the tall god, standing on the tip of your toes to peck his cheek. He couldn’t help but look at you sadly, knowing it’d be at least a couple of days until he saw you again. How had he come to miss you so badly? Which force of nature had decided he’d need you this badly?

“Don’t be sad” you smiled.

“Yeah, because sad spelled backward is das and das not good” a familiar voice said, soon revealing Peter carrying boxes to the jet. “I— I mean, like… das not gonna be good for the mission… Um…”

Loki’s annoyed sigh contrasted with your happy giggle.

“Hey, with the suit almost done, maybe next mission I’ll go with you, right?”

“Yes, perhaps…”

“Alright Alison Reynolds, we’re leaving!” Tony called from the ship.

You have him a final kiss goodbye and he rushed to the jet, waving you goodbye as the hatched closed. Of course there was teasing about it on the flight, but the warmth from your body still lingering on him was something no amount of mockery could take away from him.

The mission was what he expected, some days of vigilance, a couple more of infiltration and espionage, the battle and take down of the evil organization of turn, and control damage to the surrounding area. The only considerable surprise was that someone had managed to slash his skin with a blade. Nothing concerning besides the fact that you’d for sure give him a mouthful when he got back… not that he minded.

When they arrived back, Loki felt tired, but thrilled to get to see you again. Even if this time it meant that you’d panic at the sight of his arm, which you did. No matter how many times Loki assured you that it wouldn’t kill him, you lectured him while you cleaned and bandaged the wound, reminding him that he’s not immortal and that he shouldn’t be so reckless without access to Asgardian medicine.

He would take a thousand more blade if it meant you’d cure them. Anything to have you close.

You were just finishing wrapping the bandage around Loki’s shoulder when Thor walked in with his usual smile only widening at the sight of you two.

“Ah young one, I came to thank you for the food you had ready” he grinned as he showed a sandwich in his hand, leaving Loki’s on the table next to him.

He wasn’t able to fight the smile at the first bite, it was an extra lettuce chicken sandwich with that spicy mayo he liked. A quick glance at Thor’s gave away that it was an all-meat sandwich. You made everyone’s sandwich favorite, personalized for everyone, typical.

“It’s nothing, you guys were gone for a while, and I imagined you’d be too hungry to wait until dinner and too tired to eat in the dinning room” you smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s absolutely delicious.”

Loki was lowering down his sleeve, ready to spend the rest of the evening with you, when Thor decided to speak once again.

“It really is a blessing that she’s still here to take care of us” Thor smiled at Loki.

“Hah… w-what do you mean…?” you asked nervously.

The room felt silent, Thor had a look  of regret on his face as his younger brother stiffened, refusing to look you in the eye. Loki looked at the floor, knowing he’d never resist the pained look he was sure would be adorning your features, Thor on the other hand simply caved in with a defeated sigh.

“Look, little one… We had decided to vote about you going on missions a while back, given you lack life-long training, and your suit wasn’t ready… it had to be unanimous, so– It was only for your safety–”

“Who voted against it?” you asked.

“I did” Loki finally admitted.

The brief second your eyes met his tore his heart apart in a million pieces. The amount of disappointment in your eyes was unbearable.

“W-What? Why? Who else…?”

Thor just shyly shook his head.

“So it was just you?” you asked, Loki really disliking the tone of your voice, you had never spoken so harshly, and much less to him. “Only you doubt that I can do it?”

“You will thank me one day.”

“What? No!” you complained, “that’s not fair!”

“Come now, it’s not—” Thor tried intervening, but you held your finger up at him. And Thor had spent enough time on Earth to know that defying the angry Shut-Up finger sign was dangerous, even for the God of Thunder.

“Why, Loki?!” You asked, “You know what this means to me!”

“You have no idea what you would be getting yourself into.”

“I know what it demands, and I’m willing to pay the price if I get to make a difference, and you don’t have the right to decide over what I can or can’t do!”

“If I recall, that’s exactly what the voting was for,” Loki said plainly, “wasn’t it, brother?”

“I- I- I… I don’t want to get involved” Thor raised his hands in a truce sign.

“No, it’s okay Thor.” you snapped, “Loki, you don’t get to make that choice for me! You have no right to do it!”

“It’s for you own good, darling!”

“It’s my risk to make, Loki! I—”

“Do you have any idea what your death would do to me?!” Loki finally snapped back.

“I’M MORE THAN WILLING TO DIE!”

“I’M NOT WILLING TO SEE YOU DIE! DON’T YOU GET IT?! I LOVE YOU!”

There was a deadly silence after that. Thor didn’t dare to move an inch, he just stood by the door trying not to make a sound even with his breathing. But a god so big wasn’t easy to hide, making this need to burst into tears was even more humiliating with his brother here.

Of course he ruined it. The first time he tells you he loves you, and he ruined it. He was an absolute idiot. He held it in so much that when it slipped out he exploded in your face.

“I’m not allowing you to put yourself in the line of fire and risk losing you” he barely managed to breathe out.

“You already did.”

You left the room, slamming the door behind you… sort of (bless the day shock absorbers were made). And Loki just collapsed against the desk in front of him, resting his head on his crossed forearms.

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

Moment In Time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Just when you've gotten out, you’re given a reason to come back.

Warnings: Nothing for now unless I missed something.

Chapter 1

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Music plays in your ears as the surrounding area blurs past you. Taking yet another lap around the overly large fountain, you feel the smallest drop of sweat trickle down the side of your head.

Running for two and a half hours seems to finally be yielding results.

You slow down some and a quiet, sarcastic, chuckle falls from your lips when another group of joggers passes by. They’d gotten here an hour ago and they were practically dripping sweat.

With a shake of your head you finish the lap in a matter of minutes, stopping afterwards and taking your headphones out. You take a few deep breaths as you look around.

The New York sky is as blue as it always is this time of year. People stroll by about a yard from where you stand, the streets and sidewalks bustling as usual, a few other runners on the same trail you just took.

A contented sigh leaves your lips.

For the first time in years, a calm peace washes over you. It’d taken you years to come to the decision to stop working, followed by a few months to mentally settle into your “retirement” as you’d been told it was.

The world doesn’t exactly need you anymore, earth’s mightiest heroes are doing all the saving and protecting now. Some of them you trust with your life while others you haven’t even met. All in all, you believe they’ve been getting the job done fairly well. Which made your retirement all the more easy.

If not working feels like this, you take another deep breath, you could get used to it.

Adjusting your headphones back into your ears, you barely jog three feet into your next lap when your phone rings. Fishing it out of your pocket, you sigh at the name displayed at the top and answer.

“Agent Y/Ln,” Fury’s voice floats into your ears,“ I need a favor.”

Just like that, you get the feeling you aren’t going to have the chance to get used to retirement.

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Another uniformed guard walks by, his eyes glancing over at the two people in the cell, before he continues his leisure stroll down the hall.

The brunette archer runs his tongue across his bottom lip, eyes narrowing just barely before yet another pebble flicks across the cell and bounces off the wall right beside the ear of an already agitated ex-assassin.

“Barton, I swear to god if another rock comes within a foot of my face I will kill you before these morons even have the chance to consider it.” Natasha seethes, jaw clenching in frustration.

Clint snorts to hold in a laugh, raising his hands in surrender.“ My bad.”

Sighing heavily for the millionth time today, Natasha leans her head back against the cement wall, fingers gingerly running over the uncomfortable matching cement floor.

“You sure you don’t wanna play finger football with me?” He asks, flicking a triangular piece of paper towards his friend.

“Clint what the h-” she glares from him to the paper then back,“ where did you even get that?”

Letting his amused smile show, he answers,“ my pocket,” with a casual shrug,“ never know when you’re gonna get captured by psychotic evil German scientists.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, the red head holds in every noise of frustration and foul word in her arsenal. She already can’t believe she allowed herself to get captured, Clint’s incessantly childish behavior is only adding to her bad mood.

A mere eight hours ago she’d been on a very easy mission with her team. Infiltration and intel gathering was a form of work she was overly familiar with, having done it before and during her time with SHIELD and the Avengers.

But with a new recruit on the team, and this having been his first infiltration mission, figuratively communicative wires got crossed.

A simple “payload secure” came across as something different in Sam’s ears, what he heard she can’t even try to guess, but it led to him coming her way with a shit load of guards. Disgruntled sounds of fighting drew Clint to their location but even then the amount of enemies was overwhelming.

Distress calls were cut short and staticy through the short communication devices they had. So, being the only one with a clear and easy route out of the chaos, Sam was given the task to get out while he could and to send back up.

The seconds after he left, Natasha and Clint were taken, blinded, stripped of their weapons and comms, and brought to this cell.

While they were aware of the rescue coming for them, they still looked for a way out but found none. Especially not with the rotation of guards that patrolled by every half hour. Like clockwork, another was headed their way.

The whistling of an all too American song rang through the halls, slipping into the cell and grabbing the attention of both agents.

Clint’s eyebrows pinch together when the guard stops in front of the cell, then turns to face them. His calculating gaze trails over their body while an equally observant Natasha looks as well.

She stares at the guard, a stone cold expression masking her face as she commits your appearance to memory. Your eyes, hair, the build of your body currently clad in the same blue uniform as the other guards. Something was different though.

While the guards came off as exactly what they are, lackeys for whoever is running this show, you are much bigger. The look on your face isn’t as submissive and blank as the others.

Clint scoffs, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, eyes scanning over you,“ what’re you? A new hire?” He asks sarcastically, deciding to speak as he knows Natasha won’t say a word.“ Send you in to intimidate us?”

A silent moment passes.

“Buddy, you think I’m the bad guy?” You tilt your head with a raised eyebrow. A little chuckle leaves your lips at the confused expression he pulls and the one Natasha tries to hide.

Taking a step closer to the cage, you slip your arms between the cast iron bars and lace your fingers together.“ I’m here to save your asses. Since you went and got yourselves captured.”

For the first time Natasha speaks, a velvety soft voice flowing from the cement box into your ears,“ who sent you?”

Her green eyes look into yours and that, coupled with her voice, intrigues you even more. Seeing as you are more than aware of who Black Widow is. But you know now isn’t the time to fall into a gay panic over a gorgeous woman.

“Fury.” You answer,“ it’s not often Nick calls in a favor so I had to come. Now, let’s say we get out of here yeah?” They both watch as you grab hold of the bars, pulling one good time, arms flexing as you easily break the lock and send the door sliding open and slamming into the wall.

Clint and Natasha share a look as you step inside, walking over to Clint and breaking his chains first, then going to do the same to Natasha.

You raise an eyebrow at her expression after breaking the first chain,“ listen red, you don’t have to trust me.” She stands up and looks down at you, until you rise up and look down at her.“ But you do need to trust Fury. Got any complaints, take it up with him after you’re not surrounded by a bunch of lunatics with guns.”

With that she watches you exit the cell, looking left and right, then waving them forward as you go left down the corridor.

The two agents follow you as you silently incapacitate every guard in your path, sharing a look for the third time today.

As you’re taking down your tenth guard, Clint looks from you to Natasha.“ Are we really supposed to believe they’re on our side? Cause,” he takes a deep breath and releases it.

“They’re trusted by Fury.” Natasha looks at her friend,“ and that’s all I need to know for now.”

Stopping in front of a door, you peek through the glass, then take a step back. You square your shoulders and adjust the cap on your head, smiling dazzlingly at the two.

“Do me a favor, wait around that corner,” you point to the opposite side of them where a dark empty pocket sits in the hallway,“ and try not to get captured again.” You wink and step into the room without another word.

They stare at the door you disappeared into, long enough to hear you speak.

“Wo sind die Gefangenen in Zelle 4 hingegangen?”

Natasha understood your words perfectly fine but Clint was a little lost. The short silence followed your continued shout of,“ Finde sie! Jetzt! Eile!”

Eyes wide Natasha grabs Clint’s hand and pulls them into the dark just before a slew of guards pour out of the room and down the same way you’d all just come from.

Clint and Natasha barely have a chance to blink before the door beside them opens. Sunlight streams through the door, followed by you coming out of the room.

“Figured you might want these back,” you say as you stop in front of them and hold their confiscated weapons out to them.

Clint is quick to sling his quiver around his shoulders, extending his bow and hugging it, a quiet ‘I missed you’ muttered under his breath toward the inanimate object.

A snort of a laugh leaves your lips before Natasha takes her batons from you and holsters them at her sides.

Taking your cap off, you toss it aside and smooth your hand through your hair.“ Cover was blown about thirty seconds ago so,” you nod to the outside,“ let’s get to that fancy jet you’ve got a few miles out before the fireworks start.”

Flashing another confident smirk, you slip out the door. The two agents follow closely behind you. All three of you work almost flawlessly in taking down the guards in your path to the jet.

It comes into view and you stop to let them run ahead of you, turning to look at the building as it seemingly spontaneously combusts in three specific locations.

Satisfied with your work, you nod and turn around. Almost all eyes are on you as you jog up the ramp into the jet. A silent crunch is heard before you toss crumpled plastic and wires out of your hand.

“Can’t have them tracing that back to us.” You say, stepping fully into the jet and looking around as the door closes behind you.

Stern blue eyes stare into yours, an almost upset march carrying him to stand in front of you.“ If there’s anyone alive.” He says angrily.“ Did you stop to think how many people you may have just killed?”

Your eyebrow quirks up at his tone of voice. Trailing your eyes down his body you mentally purse your lips and nod. Admittedly you could see why Peggy was so smitten. Assuming he didn’t take this type of attitude with her.

However you can’t say you’re taken with the Captain America. His already condescending attitude wasn’t something you liked and while you know it’s a possibility he’s just this way cause you don’t know each other, it’s also possible he’s just an ass. Either way he isn’t why you’re here.

“Captain,” you nod,“ always thought our first meeting would be more pleasant than this. But aye, they say you’re never supposed to meet your idols right.” You shrug and step around him, making to head to the front of the jet.

Only his hand grips your arm and he spins you around with a glare now on his flawless looking face.

Glancing down at the offending hand on your arm, you figure he’s nonverbally demanding an explanation so you give it.“ There were charges at both entrances and the security room. I made sure to send everyone away from those areas before I blew it up. There may be some minor injuries, if that. But next time I’ll just leave and give them every opportunity to come after us, Captain.” You tell him, gripping his hand in yours and prying it from your arm.

His glare turns to a slight look of surprise. While his grip hadn’t been enough to hurt an ordinary human, yours was equal to, if not potentially stronger, than his true strength. Enough force to have broken anyone else’s hand in multiple places.

“Who are you?” He asks, maintaining his attitude.

Not one for dealing with that, you mumble your name to him and go to the front of the jet.

Your blank face morphs into a smile at the sight of the man in the pilot's seat.“ Never was one to give up control huh?” You ask teasingly as you drop your hand on his shoulder.

His gaze lands on you with a quick snap of his head towards you. The smirk on your face and the fact that it was actually you, made him snicker.

Making quick work of throwing the jet on autopilot, he moved his chair back and stood up to pull you into a hug, to the shock and surprise of every member of his team.

“Good to see you T.” You pat his back before pulling away.

A smile tugs on his lips and he nods.“ Ditto. This doesn’t count by the way.” He points a finger at you as you clap your hand on his shoulder.

“It definitely counts. A save is a save. Might not have been you exactly but-”

Waving you off he mumbles,“ yeah yeah.” Then looks at his teammates, his arm wrapping around your shoulders despite the height difference.“ I take it you met the team.” He says to which you nod.

“Can’t say they’re all that fond of me.” You chuckle softly, eyes scanning over the still agitated Captain America, a man in a modified flight suit, and the two people you just saved.“ Are they always so annoyed when they get their asses saved or is it me?”

Tony shrugs,“ Capsicle always been a little icy.” He jokes and you laugh, shaking your head and pushing him away from you.“ Nat is- well she’s Nat. I think she’s starting to warm up to me but that’s taken quite a bit of time hasn’t it Romanoff?”

His gaze directs to the redhead and you follow it. Your eyebrow raises at the mocking smile she gives Tony followed by her asking,“ who exactly is Y/n and how do you know each other?”

Both you and Tony glance at each other and you take the liberty of answering her question. Speaking to her directly gives you the chance to truly look into her green eyes, which you must admit you find very beautiful.

A range of emotions flicker over everyone’s faces as you dip your toe into your long complicated past. You simplify your back story, only telling them that you met Tony his family, that you’re a super soldier, created after Steve went into the ice, and that you’ve been a part of SHIELD for a while.

There were many questions thrown your way and you heavily debated with yourself whether or not you wanted to tell them everything. You didn’t think it’d hurt to be a little mysterious. But there’s also the thought that you won’t be seeing these people much anyway so does it truly matter if they know who you are.

Whatever decision you’d come to ceased to matter as the jet landed. The door opened and your eyes raised to read the words written across the top of the building.

“Avengers?” You mumble, glancing at your long time friend/brother. He makes that face, that “what’re you gonna do” nonchalant face Tony always makes. With a shake of your head, you follow him inside, but instead of going with him towards the hallway, you b-line for the elevators.

Tony’s voice calls out to you, effectively grabbing the attention of his teammates,“ not joinin us Y/nn?”

You look back over towards him, your eyes landing on Natasha’s green ones first then on Tony. Smiling a little you shake your head,“ debriefing isn’t for retirees, Stark.”

Natasha frowns at your words and Tony shakes his head with a breathy chuckle.

All of you turn away from each other, them heading to the meeting room and you facing the elevator as the doors slide open.

“Agent, glad you could stick around for the debrief.” Fury says, making you frown and shake your head.

“No no,” you raise a finger, essentially telling him to hold up.“ I’m not an agent. Retired, remember.”

He stops walking to look back at you. Tilting his head, he raises his eyebrow,“ that was until today. I believe you did some work, seeing as Natasha and Clint are back.”

A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you drop your head, groaning lowly,“ Nick please. You know-”

“That you’re on your way to the meeting room. Glad to hear it.” Leaving no more room to talk, he turns and walks away, breezing past the few Avengers who’d stayed behind to watch the interaction.

Grumbling under your breath, you follow after the man. Tony slaps his hand onto your shoulder, a small amused smirk on his lips as he guides you to the meeting room.

With a, in your opinion, justified glare directed at Fury, you plop down into a chair. The man snorts at the huff you let out, averting his eyes to everyone else who comes in.

To your surprise and silent pleasure, Natasha ends up occupying the chair on your other side. When her eyes land on you, you give a small smile and wiggle your fingers in a short wave.

Her eyes narrow at you and you wink. She just barely lifts a brow at the way your face morphs from one of amusement to a no nonsense expression.

You straighten up in your seat, fingers lacing together and resting on the table as your gaze focuses on Fury.

Natasha finds it a bit of a struggle to take her eyes off of you. Since the second she saw you back in Berlin she hasn’t been able to get a clear read on you.

“Romanoff, can I have your attention?” Fury tilts his head and looks directly into Natasha’s eyes.“ Or is that too much to ask?” His tone takes a sassy turn and the redhead rolls her eyes, focusing on him.

The debriefing goes exactly how everyone is used to it going. They go over the original objective of the mission, then everyone gives a run down of what happened: the part they played, how they contributed to the objective, and in this case how things went south.

“Y/Ln,” Fury says, making Natasha’s gaze snap over to you. Had you been looking at her, you would’ve seen the surprise flicker through those green orbs.

“Director,” you nod in reply before going into detail about your infiltration into the German base and the extraction of Natasha and Clint.

All while you talk, Natasha looks at you. You, Agent Y/n Y/Ln. She can’t believe she didn’t connect the dots. Fury sent you in. You’d told her your name. She should’ve seen it. Everyone at SHIELD knows who you are. A lot of people outside of SHIELD know about you as well.

Your explanation of who you were in the quinjet wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. She didn’t think this often of someone but: you are a legend.

“- things considered,” Natasha regains focus on the conversation, looking away from you to Fury as you speak,“ the mission could’ve gone off flawlessly.”

The man crosses his arms and shifts his weight,“ and what would you say the problem is Agent?”

“Underestimation sir. Or maybe misinformation.” Your response is a bit of a shock to everyone. You take their silence as an opportunity to further explain. You thought it was simple.

The mission was to grab intel from a science lab. As to be expected, the scientists and information there would be guarded. The underestimation or misinformation came in how heavily guarded the place was. Whatever surveillance or recon they had done wasn’t enough. So when they went in to collect they were overwhelmed or caught off guard which resulted in Natasha’s and Clint’s capture.

Everyone takes your words in stride, majority of them processing it and storing it for a time in which they’ll need to use it.

Shortly after that the debriefing ends with a few, what you know is meant to be taken as, encouraging words from Fury. Everyone stands after he’s left, starting to file out.

Once again as you make to leave, Tony stops you. He slaps your arm and you know he’d used as much force as he could behind the action.

Used to this from him, you sigh and shake your head, a small amused smirk on your lips as you look at him.“ What is it now Tony?”

He smiles at you,“ why don’t you hang out for a bit. Haven’t seen the tower yet.” You raise your eyebrow at him, gaze flicking to the redhead that walks past behind him, her eyes on you for a second before she looks away. Smile turning into a smirk he adds,“ you might just find a reason to stick around.”

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