#the Avengers imagine

[infictionalwonderland]

I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔

so, I saw something similar on tiktok and wanted to write it, credits to the person who came up with it.

summary - being a new member of the largest superhero team, you'd think that things would go well, but everything is revealed when christmas rolls around.

warning - angst.

the gif and header I use isn't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

It was rare for the two teams to merge, but every December around Christmas time they would, and with you being the newest member of the Avenger gang. This would be your first-time celebrating Christmas altogether. You watched curiously as they all hung large socks along the fireplace, happy chatter filling the air. “What are those?” You tilt your head.

“Stockings.” You look at Natasha as she replies, “It’s a Christmas tradition where you put small presents inside the stockings of those you care for.” You nod, and your eyes light up. 

“Oh cool!” For the rest of the day you intently listen and observe to pick out the perfect things for them, and over the course of the next few weeks. You slowly begin to fill their stockings, your eyes would fall to yours and notice how empty it looked. But you had hope, there were still a few more days till Christmas and maybe they just haven’t gotten around to it yet. Except Steve walks in and you notice his hands are full, and how he puts a gift for everyone but you. It was as if you were invisible because he didn’t even look at you. “Oh…” 

You continue to splurge and buy everyone things they like, in hopes that you were wrong about them. You skip out of your room on the big day, excited for your first Christmas. When you enter the room, you notice everyone going to their stockings before their presents and expressing happiness with the items they received and with your own excitement, you head over to your stocking and it feels as though the world has stopped. Your stocking was still empty, you finally realised you really meant nothing to the team. You didn’t blame the X-men for not putting anything in because you had only just met them, but your own team? It hurt, you could feel the tears beginning to brim. 

You quickly blink them away before sitting down next to Jean and give her a soft smile, making sure to keep your emotions away from your face and thoughts. “How are you liking it here?” You gnaw on your bottom lip, turning your gaze to your team handing out their presents. 

“I don’t mind it, how about you? I heard this is your first Christmas?” You could see the questions lingering in her eyes, because anyone would question how you could never have a Christmas, but she never completely asks. 

You nod, “Yes, yes. It’s my first and I don’t know… It’s not what I thought it would be.” You stare off, not receiving any presents alongside the stocking. “I’m uh… I’m just going to go for a walk, I don’t feel so good.” You force a smile and get up, heading outside before you could break down in front of everyone. Once you head outside, you break down. You felt like you’d rather be back where you came from. At least your enemies didn’t forget about you. 

“They are all jerks.” You jump as you hear a gruff voice from behide you, you turn, locking eyes with the one and only Wolverine, a cigar between his lips and his eyes harshly set on you. “Not much of heroes when they brag about it every two seconds.” He pushes off the wall and moves closer to you, something catching your eye as the moonlight shines on his hand. 

You look and tilt your head, wiping your cheeks roughly, “What’s that?” Your mouth falls open when he pulls up a cute stocking decorated with glitter, filled to the brim with a small wrapped present resting at the top. “It’s so cute! Whoever it’s for is very lucky.” You give a soft smile, knowing no one would ever get you anything.

Logan shakes his head. “It’s for you, sweets. Those guys are arseholes, they don’t deserve someone as sweet as you on their team.” You feel your breath hitch as he growls, “Open it, honey.” He hands you the stocking and present, leaning against the wall and puffing on the cigar as he watches you open everything.

You gasp, “Oh my god! This is so beautiful, thank you!” You look at him with tears in your eyes as you open the present on the top, a small adorable wolf necklace sits inside the box. You move closer, awkwardly wanting to hug him but not knowing if that will cross a line. Logan raises a brow, placing the cigar between his teeth as he opens his arms. You launch forward and wrap your arms around him, not knowing how to express the feelings that are bubbling up inside. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, darlin’, now why don’t you look inside the stocking. I had Jean and the other women help choose what we thought you’d like.” You look shocked, wondering why a team that wasn’t yours would care more for you than the one you are currently in. Logan reaches up and wipes a tear that falls down your cheek, “We take care of our own, Y/n.” 

Your bottom lip juts out as it wobbles, and you slowly reach inside, sobs escape you as you find everything you like and some new things you’ve wanted to try. “Oh my god…” You feel like you are loved and wanted, but then an overbearing sadness erupts throughout you as you realise that you are stuck with people who don’t want you. 

“That is not true, Miss L/n.” You turn and notice the whole X-men team are there, giving you soft smiles. “I have ordered for your things to be transferred. As Logan said, we take care of our own and you, Miss L/n are one of us.” 

All you could utter are the words thank you. Maybe your first Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[blue-sadie]

Gentle Touch

Imagine:

Being lokis wife and suffering from nightmares of him being taken away from you, so he would just cuddle you and draw mindless patterns on your arms and when your finally settled again he would tell you a story of his life time and this one is his favorite.

"It was the day I planned to destroy the avengers and take control of the earth but something felt off something felt as if it was pulling me and when I followed it I found my cause my heart, the day I found you"

[raz-writes-the-thing]

A Hug? (Marvel Drabble)

Loki Laufeyson x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You ask Loki for a hug. He's very Loki about it.

CW: It's Loki, it's fluff, it's a new(ish) character for me haha (discounting my many FrostIron works on ao3 from yonks ago, of course)

Marvel Tag List: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“Can… Can I have a hug, please?” 

It’s said so quietly that you’re not sure Loki’s even heard you. You should know better by now though, he’s always known what you needed. Hell, he’s always known what you were thinking before you did. He just… was good at reading people. You particularly. You supposed that tended to happen when one spent their many, many lifetimes taking account of things. Planning things. All the things, really. 

But you know he’s heard you when his eyes flit towards yours, a cocky grin spreading across those thin lips. That grin has given you nightmares, daydreams and many, many orgasms. And he always loves it when you ask him for things, dangling your request like a carrot to a rabbit. Not that you minded. His games were dangerous but fun. 

“A hug?” He asks, arching a brow, the word sounding alien on his Aesir tongue. “Really?”

You fight the urge to split into a grin of your own. There he goes, dangling that carrot. Loki moves closer. Careful, calculated steps, hands clasped behind his back. He steps around you, leaning in close to intimidate you. It works… barely. 

“I am Loki, God of Mischief, and you, pathetic mortal, have just asked me for… a hug?” 

You can’t help it now, playful joy radiating from your cheeks. Loki breaks himself, chuckling and wrapping you up in his arms. He holds you tight, burying his face into the back of your neck and breathing in the smell of you. 

“God of Mischief,” you sigh, relaxing back into him. Loki hums. It’s half in agreement and half in acknowledgement. He noses against your hair before turning you around in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 

“That I am,” he replied, brushing a thumb over your cheek. 

“That you are.”

[sserpente]

What makes a Loki a Loki?

Synopsis: Every time the TVA annihilates a timeline in order to “fix” the universe, Variants get left behind. Variants who then get taken to the TVA to be either brainwashed or pruned, deleted from existence. But not you. Not those who fight back. As part of a rebellion against the ruthless time police, you live a life on the run, a life as a nomad, dedicating yourselves to one goal: To destroy the TVA just like it intends to destroy you. Nothing could have prepared you for the God of Mischief himself to interfere with those plans. So what happens when he finds out that in order to protect yourself, you pretended to be a Loki yourself?

A/N: *tiptoes in quietly, gently puts the oneshot on your dashboard, tiptoes out again* This should have been posted weeks ago. I’m so sorry. I was in a writing slump and then I neglected it altogether because I was playing Baldur’s Gate 3 literally non-stop. Also threw in a request from @jazziefeybaby as it fit really well here, you’ll see! ;) SO, WHO IS EXCITED FOR SEASON 2 BECAUSE I AM!

Words: 4421 Warnings: semi-public smut

You skittered around the corner into a narrow alley. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Barbed wire, right in front of you. You didn’t slow down and took a deep breath instead. As soon as you were close enough, you jumped, pushing yourself off the brick wall with one foot to grab the very top of the wire. Pain rippled through your palm, a sticky wetness almost making you lose your grip but you pushed through and pulled yourself up.

With a lot more grace than you would have expected from yourself, you landed and kept on running. The man who was chasing you looked familiar but, being more concerned with your survival, you hadn’t taken the luxury of studying his face. He seemed more skilled, faster than the others.

You’d still outrun him. You knew these streets well enough to find your way about blindly. And that was exactly the reason why you came to a halt with a start, surprised and shocked to find the man chasing you appear right in front of you. Your eyes widened. For just a split second, you allowed yourself to take in his features.

Long black hair, a sharp jawline and cheekbones to die for, thin lips, and piercing blue eyes… there was no doubt. You had seen this man before. But it couldn’t be…

You turned on your heel, ready to bolt in the opposite direction when you saw the strange man charge toward you yet again. An illusion. The man who had appeared in front of you was an illusion…

“Nice try, you fucker…” you muttered. You turned yet again, running off. It wasn’t until you saw the illusion flicker and solidify that you realised your mistake. A groan escaped your lips when you collided with a hard chest, all air knocked from your body. The recoil threw you off balance and you tumbled to the hard asphalt, hurting your already bleeding palms further. They were burning like hell, adding to your anger. He had teleported. That fucker had teleported.

You glared at the questionable TVA agent, ripping off the black mask covering your face from the nose down. He had you. For now, it was game over. “Who the hell are you?”

The stranger’s lips parted, a frown growing on his face. He was about to speak up when you were joined by another TVA agent with grey hair and a moustache. He slowed down, out of breath entirely.

“Well done, Loki.” Loki. “T-take her,” he continued then, waving at the Minutemen in their silly armour. You growled when they grabbed you by the collar and pulled you back on your feet, fastening one of those ridiculous time displacement collars around you.

They had to drag you through the time door they opened all the while Loki kept on watching you in silence… and, if you were not mistaken, fascination.

“Take her to the interrogation rooms, I’ll be right with you,” the TVA agent with the moustache announced. Loki led the way and the Minutemen holding on to your arms to keep you in check retreated. You would have called them fools if you hadn’t witnessed a live demonstration of Loki’s powers only a moment ago. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

“Sit,” he said upon entering the room, pointing to a table with three chairs—one on one side, the other two on the opposite side. You rolled your eyes. The only reason you did as you were told, so you told yourself, was because your feet were tired from all the running, and thus made a point of it by crossing your arms before your chest.

“If you think I’m going to tell you anything at all, you’re a fool.”

Loki scoffed. “We’ll see about that,” he said, narrowing his blue eyes at you. “Let’s start with something easy. What’s your name? You already know mine by now. I am Loki, of Asgard.”

It was truly one of him then. You would have laughed out loud if it wasn’t for your fucked-up situation. So you told him your name coldly. A nickname, no last name. He didn’t deserve that information yet.

“Look, the more you resist, the harder you are going to make this for yourself. I know from personal experience. They can be quite brutal.”

“Oh, I know. That’s why we’ve been running from them.  And yet…” You smiled at him mockingly. “Here you are, right among them, wearing a TVA uniform.”

“Desperate circumstance,” was all he replied. “It’s complicated.”

It was on you to scoff this time.

“I understand that your group has been wanted by the TVA for a while now. Why? Who are you? Why are they hunting you down?” He stared at you for a few moments. It was like a game at this point. Who would blink first?

“Shit, you really don’t know, do you? They didn’t tell you a thing. Shouldn’t surprise me.”

Loki leaned back. “Tell me.”

“You’re serious,” you spat. “They recruited you to chase us and you don’t even know of the crimes we’ve allegedly committed?”

The God of Mischief remained silent. You had him—for now.

“So? What is a Loki Variant doing working with the TVA of all horrible corporations then? What desperate circumstances prompted you to team up with the enemy?”

“Mobius is not an enemy.”

You shrugged. “He is to me.”

The God of Mischief appeared to think about it for a moment. It was like he was contemplating whether you were telling the truth. Just before you could offer him another snarky remark, however, the TVA agent in question entered the room, breaking the intense eye contact between the two of you for just a fraction of a second.

He sat down as if this was a casual business meeting, fixing his tie in the process. “Any luck yet?”

“Define luck,” Loki said without taking his eyes off of you.

“Well… Loki has probably told you by now but I’m Agent Mobius. And listen, let me make one thing clear. You don’t wanna get on Loki’s bad side.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

“Maybe. It could be. Or you could just tell us what you know.”

“And then die anyway? Or turn into a brainless TVA agent like you? No. I’d rather keep my dignity and my pride before I kick the bucket.”

Mobius sighed. “Who is your leader?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“How many of you are there?”

“More than one, clearly.”

You smirked all the while Loki kept glaring at you as if he was trying to figure you out. Which he probably was.

“You’re not going to leave this place either way. But if you cooperate now, then I can make sure to make this more comfortable for you, alright?”

“What? So you won’t wipe my memory, perhaps? Hire me like a puppet? Like him?” You nodded at Loki with your chin. “I’d rather die a slow and painful death.”

Much to your surprise though, Mobius smirked with a start. “Does she remind you of someone?”

Loki did not take his eyes off of you for a second. “Yes. Indeed she does.”

“You don’t think she could be…”

“One of me? Doubtfully. She has no powers or if she does, she was very good at hiding them.”

You frowned, overwhelmed by sudden hot flush. There was no way he could guess that…  “Powers? What are you on about?”

“Who are they, exactly? This group she belongs to,” Loki asked, ignoring you entirely.

“We call them time breakers. Rebels whose only purpose is to kill—us.”

You scoffed. “Wow, you really believe that, don’t you?”

“Oh, were you not trying to kill me back there?”

“I was. And I would try again. But not for the whitewashed reason you believe I would.”

Mobius sighed. “We understand that there is a small group of you here in Manhattan. Why don’t you tell us where your friends are? We could… help.”

“No,” you said dryly, crossing your arms before your chest again.

Mobius sighed once more. “Okay, you know what, let’s continue this tomorrow. See if you’re more approachable after a good night’s sleep. Then you can get patched up too,” he said, pointing at your injured hands.

“Hardly. Hope is a tedious thing.”

The TVA agent ignored your comment. “Thanks for your help today, Loki. Will you take her to the cells? Just in case she tries something.”

You rolled your eyes and stood, too proud to be dragged about again. Right before you could make your way to the door, however, Loki grabbed your arm. “There is something else.”

“What?”

“You looked at me like you recognised me.”

“I did not,” you said quickly. “Clearly I did not.”

You could only hope that the God of Lies himself would fall for your words, for he could not know under any circumstances that this man, the infamous leader of the time breakers… was a Loki too.

Loki led you to the cells without a word. One of the Minutemen guarding it opened one of them for you to step in, seemingly used to agents bringing in new prisoners without asking questions. But unlike what you expected, Loki entered the cell with you.

“Comfy,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. “But I actually have a bed. Perhaps I’ll like it here after all.”

“We’re alone now. You recognised me. Don’t deny it.” Damn it.

You rolled your eyes, anxiety rippling through you. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes. You do.”

You scoffed. “Do you wanna know why they’re really hunting us, Loki?”

He waited for you to continue. “It’s because they fucked up. You know how they destroy entire timelines, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, some of us didn’t take kindly to being… annihilated, to be wiped from existence. One of us… one of us was the first, he got away and he came for others, taking them under his wing and building an army with but one goal—to bring down everything the TVA stands for. I’m what they call a Variant, Loki. I’m just trying to survive. And if that means that I have to destroy those who aim to destroy me, I will. You of all people should know.”

“Me?”

You scoffed once more. “You’re a Variant too, aren’t you? It’s as clear as daylight.” You knew he was, so the question was a rhetorical one. He looked just like him, only this Loki… this Loki right before you, he seemed… softer. Gentler. He was just as handsome of course and yet… there was something about him that attracted you to the point it scared you.

“So there you have it. You captured me for a death sentence—but you already know that. They’re never gonna let me go. According to them, I shouldn’t exist. And I’d rather live a life on the run rather than become a mindless soldier like the others. Like you,” you spat. You’d attempted to despise him in the interrogation room. You just… couldn’t.

Loki swallowed. He studied you quietly for a moment and sat down on the edge of the small desk in the cell.

“I’m just like you,” you repeated. “You should be joining me, us, instead of working with them.”

“You don’t know Mobius like I know him. He is not a bad person.”

“Oh yeah?”

“No. He is not what you think he is.” His blue eyes darkened, yours widening when he stepped closer to you.

“Don’t you think we both know how corrupt the TVA is? I understand. I understand your pain and I understand your anger. You don’t have a home. Mobius and I, we can give you one. Not here at the TVA, not as an agent. But in order for us to do that, you have to tell us what you know. Some Variants, they are… dangerous. That Variant who leads you...”

You gnashed your teeth, meeting his piercing gaze. Perhaps that was your mistake. You swallowed.

Loki’s face fell. “He’s a Loki…”

“What?”

“He’s a Loki, is he not?”

You tightened your jaw, remaining silent.

“So that is why you recognised me.”

Oh, fuck it. “Well, unlike you, he truly is a saviour, Loki.”

You didn’t know what to expect from him after that. But certainly not that he would sigh, turn around… and leave the cell, leaving you behind pondering over what the hell had just happened.

He knew. Not just about you following another Loki but also… the effect that he had on you. Both of them. Mobius had kept his so-called promise. You were not going anywhere. Day in and out, they asked you more questions you refused to answer and even started taking you out on the field with them in the hopes you’d sooner or later provide useful information to them. You were on edge, constantly.

The more time you spent with him, the more Loki made you feel things you’d never thought possible. He might have figured out that he was not the first Variant you were dealing with—but he had still not yet found out how you had managed to survive that well.

It was an accomplishment you were rather proud of. The double deception had you reel with excitement and even superiority, for they were desperate for your secrets. Desperate. That’s what they truly were. Both Mobius, Loki, and the entire TVA were reaching for straws at this point. They needed all the help they could get—perhaps that was why you were still alive. Perhaps that was why they hadn’t turned you into a mindless agent. Or perhaps Loki had convinced them to keep you just the way you were.

You had seen the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice. There was a silent admiration in his blue gaze whenever you caught him, along with an urge you hadn’t quite been able to place until you started spending more time together. It was desire. Carnal desire. And whatever connection there was between you, he was giving in to it.

It became a game all too soon. The subtle looks, the dancing around one another—wondering, preying on who would cave first. Sex was not off the table, you had realised that much. Neither of you needed to speak the word to agree that this was inevitably what your odd relationship would lead to. It was a circumstance Mobius had not failed to notice.

“I digress… is there something you want from me?” The man Mobius had managed to track down wasn’t quite part of your group. In fact, he’d tried to kill you before he had realised who you were, or rather… who you had pretended to be.

You kept in the background, quiet and observing, ensuring the slimy git wouldn’t catch a glimpse of your face. You didn’t even know his name.

“You’re hiding something,” Loki whispered with a start.

You flinched. His breath was a little too close for your liking. He enjoyed doing that, so you’d realised. Creeping up on you, catching you off guard like he was a predator and you were his prey.

“No shit?”

“I’m not talking about the Time Breakers. You know this man. Who is he?”

Frowning, you took a step back only to collide with a pillar. Damn it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Instead of responding, Loki nudged you forward—and right into view of the git as you lost your balance and tumbled a little.

“You? Shit, they’re with you? I’m… I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I apologise.”

“He’s afraid of you,” Loki stated with wonder in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. “What? Is that so unbelievable?”

“Actually, yes.”

“You don’t mess with a Loki,” the git responded for you.

You gnashed your teeth in response when Loki narrowed his eyes at him. Lucky for you, however, he appeared to think the git was referring to him rather than you.

“I’m sorry… a what?” His confused expression almost made you laugh but then again, the situation was rather sinister. “I‘m a Loki. I am Loki. Not her.”

Mobius clocked it first; and you were overcome with the overwhelming urge of wanting to wipe the shit-eating grin from his face fast.

“Ask her,” he said.

“Ask her what?”

“Ask her how she survived this long. Ask her why she has the respect of her leader.”

Loki raised his eyebrows. His blue gaze travelled over to you as if to silently pass on the question.

When you didn’t say anything, Mobius chuckled. “She’s pretending to be you, Loki. She’s pretending to be a Variant. That’s why Marcus here is so terrified.”

“Oh, Marcus? That’s what the slimy git is called?” Changing the topic did not work in your favour. Loki did not let it go.

“Thanks,” Marcus murmured.

Loki, on the other hand, remained unfazed. “You were pretending to be me?”

“Not you. One of you. A goddess of Mischief. It worked quite well for some time. It was his idea, actually.”

“So you were hiding this under my nose this entire time?” Loki smirked—certainly not the reaction you had expected from him. You’d assumed he’d lash out or feel deeply offended or perhaps both. Instead, you sensed pride.

“You’re taking this a lot calmer than I assumed you would.”

His smirk grew even wider—eerily so, almost. “I am flattered, darling.”

“You’re what now?”

“Well, I must say, it’s quite an impressive disguise. Tell me, did you wear something more flattering whenever you pretended to be me?”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Lokis have style, dear. Dressed like this I might have a hard time believing you.” Your heart skipped a beat when he winked. The way your body reacted pissed you off enough to growl.

“Are we done here? You got what you came for. The git doesn’t know anything else.”

“Wait! I know something. I know where her leader is currently hiding.” Marcus pointed at you.

“I can assure you, you do not,” you interrupted, crossing your arms before your chest.

“The docks, head to the docks! There’s a warehouse there, and it comes with a basement. There’s a hatch to the left of the south entrance. That’s where you’ll find him.”

You wished that Loki wasn’t as perceptive as he was when he noticed you stiffening—and perhaps, that was all both he and Mobius needed to know to confirm the git was telling the truth.

You stormed out before either of them could comment. You had to go back. You had to warn him. The Loki you were with now, you hated to admit that you trusted him. Hel, you even trusted Mobius now—but their cause? You didn’t trust that. Nothing good would come out of confronting the very Loki Variant who had helped keep you alive all this time… right? You owed him that.

You could swear that you heard Loki sigh when you took off, almost as if he didn’t take your attempt to escape seriously. You scoffed at the thought. He’d tricked you once before, he wouldn’t easily be able to pull the same maneuver on you again.

You left the main street fast, diving into a narrower side alley dimly lit by the street lanterns. It was getting dark out—that would make it easier for you to blend in with the shadows. Rapidly moving shadows, too.

Loki was right behind you. Even without turning around, you could practically feel him. His energy, his… his magic?

You gasped when you tripped over something seemingly invisible only to find a horned shadow gliding across the brick wall to your left. It was his shadow. He was making his shadow attack you. Before you were able to react, it wrapped its arm around your waist, ramming you against the wall. You hissed in pain.

“What the fuck!”

Pressed against the bricks, the invisible grip around your neck tightened immediately.

“I don’t think so, dear,” Loki purred. Annoyingly enough, he wasn’t even slightly out of breath. He narrowed his eyes at you as he approached you without a care in the world, the tension between you tripling. You struggled against the invisible bonds, unable to budge an inch. Within the twinkling of an eye, he was right in front of you, his hands replacing the shadowy shackles.

He was almost… surprised when he felt it too. Almost as if the constant banter, the unintentional flirting, and all those longing glances would not have led to this very outcome. And then, you could see it in his blue eyes, he realised that he’d won this game of seduction the two of you had been playing without ever setting the rules.

To hel with the other Loki. To hel with the git, to hel with Mobius, wherever he was. Loki was consuming you. Perhaps he already had a very long time ago when you had taken up on your leader’s advice and pretended to be a Variant yourself to keep yourself safe.

His kiss caught you off guard nonetheless, igniting you from the inside out. You moaned into his mouth, all of the bottled-up desire for this man unleashed at once. It felt like you were meant to be kissing, like you were supposed to become his all along.

Loki was met with no objection when he slid his slim fingers under your shirt, swayed by his own longing for you. You only pulled away when he lifted the skirt the TVA had given you to wear, his thumbs hooking under the hem of your knickers.

“You’re not going to fuck me in public!” you hissed, your resistance bleeding away more with every passing moment.

“Such vulgar language… did they truly believe you were a Loki with this mouth?”

“Oh, fuck off!”

Instead, he kissed you once more, pressing you against the wall even further until you gasped for air. That was it—the moment you were done for, taken in by his dominance and submitting, much to your dismay, willingly.

You jumped, wrapping your arms around his middle and holding on all the while he all but yanked the belt off of his TVA trousers, pushing them down just far enough to reveal the growing bulge between his legs. He’d kept his Asgardian underwear—but for now, it was in the way. The moan that escaped your lips the moment you finally felt his hard cock against your pussy lips to test your wetness was unholy if anything.

You had to press your face against his neck to stop yourself from crying out when he sheathed himself inside of you with but one swift thrust. Loki’s groans were heavenly—you could tell it took him every fibre of his being to not lose his composure even though right now… that was all you wanted. For him to fuck you like he meant it.

You threw your head back when he withdrew only to rut back into you, finding a rhythm that had your eyes roll to the back of your head. You didn’t have much time for this, of course. You weren’t keen on getting caught, especially not by Mobius.

And gods, he was screwing you good… working out that tension between you with every single stroke. It felt so right you could burst as you clung to him, inviting him even deeper both physically and mentally. Right now, in this very moment, you were his—and you were rather certain that he was yours. Where you’d go from there, you did not know but that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was his warm dick sliding in and out of you, making you see stars—and doubling the frustration when he slowed down with a start.

“Why are you… stopping?”

“It’s been a while…” He smirked against your lips.

“Don’t hold back on my account. You’re a prince—I expect you know how to make it worthwhile for your partners.”

Loki growled in response and you knew then and there that he’d accepted your challenge. He ground against you, circling his hips, hitting pleasure spots hidden deep inside of you. He riled you up further and further, almost possessed by the idea of giving you pleasure before he took his own.

Your back was hurting at this point, the rough wall against your skin close to drawing blood. You didn’t care. You wanted more. More of him.

The God of Mischief picked up his speed again, burying his face in your neck now and inhaling your scent deeply—his little grunts had you dig your fingernails into his TVA jacket, and fuck, you never wanted this moment to end.

Faster and faster, Loki brought you closer to shattering into a million pieces. How the hell that was possible, you had no idea—the man had not even touched your clit, and yet, you were about to… gods, you were about to…

You cried out his name when you came, clenching around his cock repeatedly. Your toes curled as you milked him for all he was worth, triggering his own release fast.

With one final stroke, he buried himself inside of you as deep as he could before coating the inside of your pussy with his seed, his member jerking against your walls. And then—silence. Comfortable, relaxing silence.

You whimpered at the loss of him when he withdrew, set you back on the ground, and took a step back, his magic ensuring to make you both look presentable again.

“Thanks. Well, I certainly feel better now…” you muttered.

Loki smirked. “So do I. Well then. Shall we?” He offered you his arm, presumably to take you back to Mobius.

“You’re not…” Panting, you caught your breath for a moment. “You’re not really going to side with the TVA for this, are you?”

Loki sighed. “No. But I won’t let you destroy the TVA either. As much as I hate to say it, we need them—as strategic allies, if anything.”

“Spoken like a true king, huh?”

The God of Mischief narrowed his eyes a little, smirking down at you. “I wonder what else you have learned about me through this other… Loki.”

“More than you think.” You paused. “What about Mobius?”

“Mobius I trust with my life, pet.” Pet. Oh, for Heaven’s sake… “Don’t you worry.”

You wouldn’t. Not about this anyway. For now, you’d worry about not falling in love with him.

A/N: And sceeene! Keep an eye on my socials, will you? I’ll be seeing the first 2 episodes of Season 2 at the BFI on the 5th and I’ll be doing the TVA Experience on the 7th! I’m so hyped! I simply must share it with you all! Also if you’re in London and you see me there… COME SAY HI!

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission…

“Don’t.” Steve snapped.

He looked at you as a warning, sending a shiver down your spine. He had never looked at you with such fury before. You had been on the receiving end of such looks before - but never from Steve. It was harrowing and cold. 

“What did you think you were doing?” He asked. Your quips were silenced by the level of anger in his voice.

“You blew our cover by coming to my aid and now we’ve lost the element of surprise.” He recounted. “You unravelled months of careful planning, do you know that?” 

“I was trying to save a life.” You countered, voice hardening the more you spoke. How could Steve not see the bigger picture? “I saw immediate danger and made a call.”

“That wasn’t your job. I told you to stick to the plan.”

“But-”

“No, you need to understand that you’re affected by the rules too. It’s not one for us and one for you, alright?” Steve took a stand. All of a sudden, his height and build made you feel inferior and everything that you had to say would be useless. Steve turned, still undeniably pissed and pointed at your chest. 

“I’m benching you from all future missions.”

“What?” You blurted out. “You can’t-!”

“We all agreed that I was the leader of this mission and I’m making the call, just like you did out on the field.” He said, raising his voice to drown your argument out. “You’re out, Y/n.” 

The air was so thick with tension that Clint could cut it clean with the tip of his arrowhead. The rest of the team didn’t expect Steve to channel his frustrations onto one person alone. Normally, he’d disperse it evenly not excluding himself but today he was on a warpath with one of their most valued members.

No one moved an inch or dared to breath loudly in case one of the two lashed out. Steve held you under his gaze, both unblinking until you scoffed and broke the stare. 

“Copy that, Captain.” You remarked bitterly. Grabbing your gloves from the table, you turned and walked into the open elevator. Silently pressing a hand against the biometric scanner until the doors shut with the sole purpose to take you away. 

Steve sighed and looked away, shaking his head as he realised that the rest of the team were still present. 

“Dismissed.” He told them. Quiet like mice, the Avengers left the room without another word mostly out of exhaustion. They only wanted to shower and rest up for the remainder of the day.

Steve felt a presence linger and turned to see Tony staring at him. 

“You’ve got something to say, Tony?” 

“Yeah actually. Y/n made a not-so-smart move. We get that - hell, they get that. But I think you’re being a bit harsh.” Tony said gently. He knew how to coax Steve out of his angry shell by treading lightly on the border. “I understand that you want Y/n safe because you like them but-”

“I love them, Tony.” Steve confessed softly and shook his head, ridding his mind of the delicate emotion and returned to being the disappointed leader. “That’s beside the point. They’re reckless and unpredictable and it can make or break a team out on the field.”

Tony let out a loud exhale and rolled out his shoulders to relax his aching muscles. He took a sip from his green smoothie and patted Steve on the arm before gulping down the drink. 

“Reckless is what Y/n does for people they care for. They would jump into the pits of hell for any one of us.” He explained. “But, Rogers, you need to remember that they’re more than just an Avenger - especially to you - and if you’re not careful, you’ll push Y/n further into the fire. The difference is that they’ll be unscathed and you’re the one who’s going to burn.”

~ More imagines here ~

[chloe-skywalker]

My Boy - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,229

Summary: Bucky loves your son, Y/n has a son from a previous bad relationship. And Bucky loves him as his own.

Song: My Boy - Elvie Shane

Authors Note: This is the first song imagine I believe I have ever written. I really love this and again its essentially based off of the story the song gives. I definitely recommend listening to it.

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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“So how's things going with Y/n?” Steve asks as Bucky comes to sit on the couch and join everyone.

“Great. She gets me and I seem to get her.” Bucky answered taking the water from Steve’s offering hand, leaning back into the couch.

“How’s it going with her son?” Natasha raised a brow at the super soldier. To her that was the real test. 

“Good. It seems good. He doesn’t hate me. Y/n says he’s always talking about me and when they’ll see me again.” he nodded along with a smile tugging on his lips.

“He likes you Bucky.” Wanda smiled knowingly.

“So far.” Bucky let out a relieved but stressed breath.

“Are you expecting him to hate you at some point?” Steve raised his eyebrows at his childhood friend with shock and confusement.

“I don't want him to but it’s just him and y/n his whole life. I don’t want to think I’m taking his mom from him.” Bucky told them his recently insecure thoughts.

“The kid loves you and you include him in almost everything you do with Y/n. I doubt he feels like you're taking his mom from him." Nat says looking Bucky in the eye’s to get across her words are fact.

“Bucky, you love that boy. The way you talk about him, it’s obvious.” Steve points out leaning forward.

“Why don’t you bring them over? It’s not like you don’t have the space. You have a large apartment to yourself.” Tony gives Bucky the idea. They all had their own huge apartment in the compound.

“That’d be okay?” Bucky questioned warily. He would love to have Y/n and Y/s/n over, maybe even eventually move in.

“Diffidently.” Tony nodded, he loved the idea of another kiddo running around.

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“Hey” Y/n greet’s as Bucky opens the door. He had invited them over for the day and over course they would come over. Y/s/n wanted to see Bucky really badly, not that he hadn’t seen him a day ago. Y/n was excited and slightly nervous, she knew inviting them over was a big deal for Bucky.

“Hey, welcome.” Bucly smiled, covering his nerves well.

“Bucky!” Y/s/n yells out excited to be visiting him with a huge smile on his face.

“Y/s/n” Bucky smiled at him, really glad that the boy was excited to visit him.

“So what do you think?” Bucky asked y/n as they entered his place in the compound, Y/s/n had already run off to go explore Bucky’s place.

“Its very nice.” y/n smiled back absent mindedly as she looked around.

“Its huge.” Bucky stated plainly.

“Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” Y/n turns to him with a smile on her lips.

“It gets lonely.” he told her admittedly.

“Well Y/s/n and I are here now. Less lonely. Right?” Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Definitely.” Bucky smiled back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The 3 of them spent the day together, playing games, coloring and making lunch.

Y/s/n decided to color a surprise as he called it.

“What you got there bud?” bucky asked him as Y/s/n approached him.

“For you. Its mommy, me, and you.” Y/s/n handed the coloring picture to Bucky shyly.

As Bucky looked at the picture hennoticed a very important detail. In the picture under the drawing of Bucky Y/s/n didn’t put down ‘Bucky’ he wrote ‘Dad’.

Y/n noticed how Y/s/n handed it over shyly to Bucky and that Bucky was staring at it for a while. y/n leaned over and saw why.

“Bucky, I understand it its to soon for this-” Y/n watched him nervously, trying to find the words too explain.

But Bucky didn’t let her finish, he got up and walked over to put it up on his fridge. The only two items on the fridge was an old picture of him and Steve in black and white, and a picture of the Avengers team. Plus now y/s/n’s drawing.

“Thank you Y/s/n.” Bucky smiled, picking him up and hugging him. Maybe the kid loves him just as much as Bucky loves the kid back.

That drawing ,eant more to Bucky than he could put into words, and he loves it. Its not something he thought he could have. That he’d ever have.

From then on it became a normal occurrence for y/n and Y/s/n started staying over at Bucky’s place in the compound a lot more.

^     ^     ^

Weeks Later

“Okay buddy time for bed.” Y/n tells Y/s/n as it was getting late.

Y/s/n mumbled under his breath not wanting to go to bed. But maybe he could work it in his favor.

“What was that bud?” Bucky asked, having heard him mumble something but couldn’t make out what it was.

“Can I sleep in your room?” Y/s/n spoke up louder this time.

Y/n goes to say no, not wanting Bucky to feel obligated or pressured by Y/s/n request. At home it was fine for y/s/n to come into bed with his mom sometimes. But before she could Bucky cut in.

“Course you can Y/s/n.” He smiled down at y/s/n encouragingly, not having a problem with him joining them in his bed.

“Can I mommy?” Y/s/n turned asking his mom to double check.

“If Bucky says so, its okay with me.” Y/n smiled down at him kissing his head to go to bed together.

Y/n wakes up to an empty bed. So she got up and followed the sounds coming from the living room. As she walked into the main area she saw Bucky and Y/s/n watching saturday morning cartoons.

“Mommy!” Y/s/n exclaimed excited;y running over to his mom, hugging her around the waist the best he could.

“Hey Y/s/n. What are you doing with Bucky?” She questioned even though it was obvious.

“Me and Daddy were watching cartoons!” Y/s/n told her excitedly to share his morning with Bucky.

“You were?” Y/n raised an eyebrow showing her son she was inturged.

“Yeah.” Y/s/n nodded smiling widely.

“Well now that mommy’s up, let's make breakfast.” Bucky spoke getting up from his spot on the couch.

As Bucky approached her and Y/s/n went to the kitchen to wait for them, y/n looked at Bucky apologetically. “I’m sorry if he’s pushing this whole dad thing on you.”

“Y/n.” Bucky stop’s her reaching forward to grab ahold of her hand, smiling at her. The look on his face made it obvious no apology was needed. “He isn’t my blood, he doesn’t have my name. But that doesn’t change anything. I feel the same. I wasn’t there for his first steps or words, but I haven’t missed a ball game yet. And that won’t ever change, I could never walk away from him or you. He’s my son, that's my choice. He’s my boy. And he sees me as his dad and I’m honored to hold that title if you’ll let me.” 

Y/n smiled at Bucky happily. “Of course.”

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E! News

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ENews: Singer Y/n L/n announced her pregnancy with boyfriend actor Will Poulter earlier this morning we couldn’t be happier for the pair sending love and well wishes their way for more on this story head to the link in our bio (📷:instagram)

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Itsmey/n Meeting you and loving you has been one of the best things I can’t wait for everything we’re going do and everything we’re gonna experience together this is the beginning of something great I’m so happy 🩵🩷 @ Willpoulter

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

Club Midnight (Carol Danvers x Reader)

Summary: A night out goes in your favor.

Words: 932

Warnings: A little mature but not fully NSFW

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-X-

Agreeing to go clubbing with your team had been a… choice.

Tony had suggested it, calling for a celebration of your latest mission. He’d originally suggested throwing an extravagant party but decided he wanted to see the city more, so he’d whisked the team away to Club Midnight and for some reason, you’d stupidly agreed. Maybe it had been the enticement of booze, maybe it had been Wanda’s promise to dance the night away with you.

(Or maybe it was because the great Captain Marvel herself was going and you were desperately hoping to impress her… or end up in a dark corner with her. Whatever came first.)

-X-

Music pounded through your skull as your hips found the beat of the bass. Following Wanda’s lead, you watched colors dance across the witch’s liquor-flushed cheeks, her sweat becoming a galaxy against pale skin.

Vision is a lucky fuckin’ robot, you mused, thoughts loose and free as alcohol coursed through your veins. If Carol hadn’t caught your eye all those months ago, you probably would’ve chased the brunette swaying drunkenly in your arms. Dragged her down a darkened alleyway…

Tossing her head back, Wanda laughed and looped her arms around your neck.

You smooth talker, her voice swirled through your mind like warm honey. But I don’t think Carol would be too pleased if you tried.

“You don’t care what Vision would say?” you wondered curiously, tilting your head with a smirk.

She shrugged, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck with delicate twists of her fingers. “Vision is… comfortable, but he lacks fire. If I had thought I stood a chance with you, I would’ve taken it ages ago but…” she glanced over your shoulder at the glaring blonde, dressed in a simple but tantalizing black dress, lingering near the bar. “Someone claimed your heart long ago and who am I to stand in the way?”

Your smirk faded into a soft, captivated smile. “You are a precious woman, Wanda Maximoff. Don’t settle just because it’s easy.”

Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to her hairline affectionately. She burrowed into the embrace for a moment before stepping back with a knowing grin. Your eyes narrowed for a moment before a red glow sent you spinning around, away from the witch.

“Did I interrupt?” Carol questioned, voice gravelly with barely concealed jealousy.

Dragging her into your arms and onto the floor, you wordlessly urged her to fall in with the rhythm of the song. “Not at all, sugar. I was just waitin’ for you to come keep me company.”

Strong fingers dug into your shoulders as Carol matched your actions. Hers were a bit stunted, unfamiliar with such things, but you didn’t mind. Slowly grinding your hips into hers, you stored away every shift in her expression and nearly moaned as her perfect teeth buried themselves in her bottom lip when your thigh slid between her legs for just a moment.

The songs came and went, but all you could see was the haze overtaking blue eyes. Could feel the thrum of your heart beating violently against your ribs. Could taste iron on your tongue when you bit too hard.

As she loosened up, Carol’s cheek found yours as her movements grew more natural. One hand on the back of your neck, one on your shoulder, the smell of her perfume flooded your senses. Her hot breath tickled the shell of your ear.

“I haven’t danced like this in a long time,” she murmured, her lips fluttering just so against the tense flesh of your throat.

Swallowing dryly, you chuckled breathlessly. “I honestly couldn’t tell.”

She stared at you, studying the curve of your jaw and the heat in your gaze. You looked properly debauched and she hadn’t done anything yet. Like you wanted to consume her very essence, as if she were an oasis and you were a dehydrated explorer lost in the desert.

One particular roll of your hips sent the flame in her core rocketing into an inferno, the slick of her thighs noticeable. She briefly wondered if it was leaving a stain on your pants, but the way your head tipped closer to hers drove the thought from her mind.

“I really want to kiss you,” you admitted quietly, watching the emotions flicker in her eyes. “I have for a while.”

Carol shivered at the reverence in your voice. Like she was a goddess you intended to worship thoroughly.

“So do it,” she challenged, her brow barely having the chance to arch before your lips found her. It was a bit messy, tequila lingering on your tongue, but as it traced along hers, she found she didn’t mind. Moaned as your fingers gripped her hips roughly, certain there was a dark, wet spot on your leg.

Pulling back slightly, you panted against her lips. “C’mon.”

You stumbled through the throng of people crowding the dance floor, unbothered by their blatant staring. Carol’s fingers were so warm laced with yours and it grounded you, even as you found a secluded corner away from prying eyes. Her back met the wall readily as you trapped her between the poorly painted space and your body, foreheads pressing together for a moment.

“I really like you,” you whispered, afraid to break the curtain of lust shrouding you both but needing her to understand this wasn’t a drunken romp. “I have for a while.”

Her lips curled into a pleased smile.

“Good,” she purred, fingers curling around the collar of your shirt. “Because I don’t plan on sharing you after this.”

[thewriterg]

𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

pairing(s); peter parker x fem!reader, nerd!peter x player!reader

summary; There was nothing personal you thought the guy was adorable him hence why you keep him around but at the end you had a reputation to keep —angstober day; 17–

word count; 700+

warning(s); toxic reader, naiveish peter, college AU, mention of sex, and language

playlist; maneater by nelly furtado

A/n:—GIFs; @mcufam & @marvelgifs—

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Peter grabbed his keys from off the key hook leaving his dorm in a silent rush his roommate having been absent at the time he was leaving the reminder to shoot him a text disingestes in the back of his mind as he flys down the stairs of his dorm building ignoring the questioning stare he gets from one of the campus security officers as he speeds through the lobby out of the doors and into the parking lot resisting the urge to get to his car with a web from his wrist it’s slightly sprinkling a little cloudy making it cooler with the fall breeze roaming the streets stray leaves that had fallen off the trees drag along the streets when the wind blows on them he starts up his Lexus crossover truck payed in the full by Tony Stark as a graduation gift before pulling out of his parking spot and out of the lot the drive not long to your Sorority house

Before the brunette could pick up his phone to alert you he was there you were already coming out the door after one of your sisters yelled into the house from their position on the swinging seat from the front porch and when you stepped foot out the door he watched you two hug the dirty blonde girl whispering something in your ear before slipping through the door shutting it closed behind her before you trot down the stairs making a way to his car

“Hey you look, you look…” The pale skinned boy couldn’t seem to find words up fitting enough to describe your appearance his chocolate colored eyes raking over your figure as you took a seat next to him your face holding a smirk as you playfully flipped your hair over your shoulder

“You should close your mouth you’ll catch flies” You hummed pulling your perfume from your purse spraying it all over your body as Peter began to drive off from the front of your house after swallowing the thick nothingness in his throat is Adams’s apple bobbing

“Make sure to keep it like that” You demanded turning on your side to watch the brunette lying a hand on his arm that he let you take control of his opposite sat against the steering wheel driving you through traffic

“Keep what?” Your perfume was clouding his senses you skin cells transferring onto his while he occasionally glanced at your features taking them all in one at a time

“Your hair I like the curls stop gelling it down” You spoke softly probably the most soft he’s heard you speak in the time knowing you Peter would be lying if he said he didn’t hear or get told things about you, you were someone he should’ve stayed far away from, should’ve had his guard up around, yet he let you collect his heart and put it in your collection for you to toy with anytime you wanted and he let you do so without any protest

“Yeah, yeah okay” He whispered a small smile on his face as you pulled up to the restaurant you were dining at you unbuckled your seatbelt opening the truck door a slamming it shut while Peter rolled down the window the once genuine beam on his face now dimmed and a lie

“You swear this is your last one?” The brunette mumbled his doe chestnut eyes sad and puppy dog like

“See you later bug boy” You hummed before stepping up on the curb your heeled boots clicking against the pavement as you entered the winery restaurant Peter knew he should’ve drove off prevent his own feeling from being hurt and not invade your privacy but he couldn’t help himself especially when he viewed you hugging Brad Davis out of all people

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[inlovewithalotoffandoms]

Imagine your super suit gets hacked.

You: Guys help me!

Nat: We accept the charges!

You: The suit's still freaking out.

Peter: Well, get it off!

*You tried phasing out of the suit but it didn't work.*

You: Nope, I can't get it off.

Tony: That would be the deadlock function I built in case you ever got knocked out, so a bad guy wouldn't reveal her identity. It seemed like a smart idea at the time!

*flotation mode activated.*

You: What?

Stave: What the hell does she need a raft for, Tony?

Tony: She runs on water. She might lose her speed out there. What she's gonna do then? She might drown.

Bruce: You couldn't just put an oxygen tank in the suit?

Tony: That's a good idea.

You: *catching your breath.* How is this thing still intact? Tony!

*Babble protocol activated.*

You: W-what's babble protocol? Why am I beeping?

Tony: It's the self-destruct sequence.

Steve: What?

Nate: Self-destruct?!

Tony: I'm sorry! Have we not faced an evil version of Y/N before?! My mistake!

You: Well, how do I stop it?!...

Peter: Ummm.

*Everyone else was silent.*

You: Guys!... Come on, man.

[infictionalwonderland]

Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?

. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!

Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.

So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.

‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.

Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.

Surely this was an exaggeration.

The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.

The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.

“How do you feel about your costume?”

Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”

The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.

With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.

The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.

He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.

“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.

“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”

“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.

You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)

Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”

Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”

“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.

Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.

Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”

“But—“

“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.

Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)

“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.

The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.

“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.

“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.

“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”

Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.

The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.

“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.

“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.

“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”

“I—“

“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.

The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.

“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.

“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.

The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.

“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”

McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.

“This is getting juicy!”

“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“

“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.

Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”

“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.

The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.

He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.

“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”

By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.

“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.

In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.

The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.

“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”

Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”

Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.

The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.

“CHRI—“

In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.

“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.

“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.

“I concur.” You grinned back.

The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.

“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”

“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.

You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.

The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.

Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.

The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.

“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.

“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.

The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.

“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”

“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.

“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.

“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.

There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰

[graveyardlifeguard]

Masterlist

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Survivors: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Tim Bradford (The Rookie)

The Breakup

[blue-sadie]

Temptation

Imagine:

Being an assistant for the avengers and catching the eye of a certain 100 + year old soldier that is glad to show you that age is just a number and that he can still make you cum like he was in his 20 after you joke about him being an old bag of bones.

"Listen here little missy just because I'm old that doesn't make me useless quite the opposite actually it means I have experience and I promise you i can actually make you scream so you don't have to pretend like you do with the men your age"

[zapreportsblog]

❝hand cuff bonding❞

✭ pairing : Tony stark x reader

✭ fandom : avengers

✭ summary : (Y/n) and Tony have been dancing over their feelings for one another for far to long and Natasha would be damned if she sees her friend feelings get hurt again so she does what any good friend would do and hand cuffs the pair together for 24 hours. They have until the time runs out to confess or Natasha will expose their feelings to one another her damn self

✭ authors note : requested by someone who does not wish to be named, which is fine, long time ago I think on @fandomnationwhore blog, not sure how long ago you put this request in but I thought I would get it out there for you as soon as possible. You requested Tony Stark x reader but somone hand cuffed them together for 24 hours to get them to confess their feelings for each other.

✭ avengers masterlist

(Y/N) had lost count of how many times they had danced around their feelings for Tony Stark. It had become a complicated game of witty banter, teasing, and stolen glances. But Natasha Romanoff, always the observant friend, had decided that enough was enough. She was determined to push these two stubborn souls together, even if it meant resorting to unconventional methods.

One sunny afternoon at the Avengers compound, (Y/N) found themselves engaged in a lively debate with Tony about the latest technology advancements. Sparks flew, not just from the conversation, but from the undeniable chemistry that simmered beneath the surface. Natasha, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, decided it was time to take action.

With a sly grin, Natasha approached the duo, holding a pair of handcuffs in her hand. She stopped right in front of them, causing both (Y/N) and Tony to pause mid-argument.

"What's this?" Tony asked, eyeing the cuffs with suspicion.

Natasha, always direct and to the point, replied, "It's an experiment in bonding."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, unsure of where Natasha was going with this. "Bonding? We're already a team."

Natasha's smirk widened as she explained, "Not that kind of bonding. I'm handcuffing the two of you together for 24 hours."

Both (Y/N) and Tony protested simultaneously, their objections ringing through the room. "You can't be serious!" Tony exclaimed.

"This is ridiculous!" (Y/N) added.

Natasha, unfazed by their protests, simply shrugged. "Think of it as a forced team-building exercise. I've got a mission to attend to, and you two need to work out your feelings."

With that, Natasha moved swiftly, attaching one end of the handcuffs to Tony's wrist and the other to (Y/N)'s. The click of the cuffs closing sent a shiver down their spines.

"Now, enjoy your bonding time," Natasha said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she left the room, leaving the two of them literally attached at the wrist.

Tony and (Y/N) exchanged incredulous glances, their faces flushed with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. Little did they know that this unexpected turn of events would force them to confront the feelings they had been dancing around for far too long.

Tony Stark and (Y/N) stood there, handcuffed together, exchanging flustered glances as Natasha's words lingered in the air. "Feelings? You have any clue what she's talking about?" Tony asked, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

(Y/N) was quick to deny, their cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Feelings? No way, Tony. It's all in her imagination."

Their eyes locked for a moment, and both of them quickly glanced away, their hearts beating a little faster.

Tony sighed dramatically, his tone playful as he said, "Well, since we're stuck like this for 24 hours, we might as well make the most of it."

(Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at his attitude. "I guess so. What do you suggest, Mr. Stark?"

Tony's eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "First things first,” He calls out to his AI, Friday, and instructed, "Friday, cancel all my meetings for today."

Friday's calm voice responded, "Yes, sir. Meetings canceled."

Tony grinned and turned back to (Y/N). "Well, we're free from work obligations for the day. What shall we do with our newfound freedom?"

(Y/N) couldn't help but return his smile, a sense of excitement building in their chest. "How about we start by not killing each other during this experience?"

Tony chuckled, "Agreed. No murder attempts today." He joked.

Tony Stark and (Y/N) had decided to spend their day indoors, away from prying eyes, to avoid anyone getting any ideas about their cuffed-together situation. They had ordered food from a nearby fast-food restaurant and made their way to Tony's private quarters on his own floor within the Avengers Tower.

As they settled into the plush couch in Tony's spacious living room, the aroma of the fast food wafted through the air. The two of them were determined to make the most of their time together.

(Y/N) grinned as the delivery man knocked on the door. She got up to answer it, and Tony had no choice but to follow along, their handcuffs jingling as they moved. She thanked the delivery man as he handed over the bags of food.

The delivery man's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the pair. "Wait, you're Elastic Girl and Iron Man!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

Before he could say anything else, Tony reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and handed it to the man. "Thanks, bye now," Tony said, effectively cutting off any further conversation.

The delivery man blinked, clearly stunned by the generous tip, and Tony promptly shut the door in his face.

(Y/N) couldn't help but shake her head as she returned to the living room. "That was a bit mean, Tony."

Tony gave her a playful pout, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Aw, well, guess I'm mean then," he quipped.

They settled back onto the couch, bags of fast food spread out before them, and selected a movie to watch. As they dined on their greasy, delicious meal, the movie played on the large screen.

(Y/N) couldn't resist capturing this moment, where they were both cuffed together on Tony's plush couch, enjoying their meal and the movie. She pulled out her phone, discreetly leaned her head against Tony's arm, and snapped a quick photo, making sure to capture the warmth and contentment in their expressions.

As the movie played on, (Y/N) found herself comfortably nestled against Tony's side. His right arm, the one not cuffed to her, naturally slipped around her shoulders, creating a sense of closeness that felt surprisingly right.

Tony, usually so full of energy and restlessness, seemed to have succumbed to the cozy atmosphere and the warmth of the moment. His breathing grew steady, and soon, he was asleep, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.

(Y/N) glanced over at Tony, studying his features in the soft glow of the television. His face, so often marked by confidence and charisma, now seemed relaxed and vulnerable in sleep. She couldn't help but admire the rugged charm of his features—the slight scruff on his jawline, the way his eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and the faint smile that played on his lips, as if he was content even in his dreams.

She gently shifted to get a better view, careful not to disturb him. With her free hand, she traced the contours of his face, marveling at the depth of emotions that this brilliant inventor and billionaire playboy concealed behind his facade.

In this quiet moment, with the world outside forgotten, (Y/N) realized just how much she appreciated Tony Stark. His wit, his intelligence, and his determination were admirable, but it was his vulnerabilities and the glimpses of his true self that truly drew her in.

As the movie soundtrack played softly in the background, (Y/N) leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on Tony's forehead. She rested her head against his shoulder, feeling grateful for this unexpected opportunity to get to know the man behind the suit, the genius behind the gadgets, and the heart beneath the armor.

Tony slept on, completely unaware of her affectionate gaze, and (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder if, in the midst of this unconventional situation, they were both starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, their feelings ran deeper than they had ever imagined.

Natasha Romanoff had a knack for appearing at the most inconvenient moments. Just as (Y/N) was lost in thought, studying Tony's sleeping face, Natasha entered the room quietly. Her dark eyes locked onto them, and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Have y'all confessed yet?" Natasha asked, her voice carrying a teasing tone.

(Y/N) quickly shushed her, her finger to her lips. "Not so loud, Nat. He's sleeping."

Natasha smirked and lowered her voice, but her curiosity was still evident. "Well, did you?"

(Y/N) hesitated, glancing back at Tony's peaceful expression. "No," she finally admitted in a hushed tone.

Natasha's expression shifted from curiosity to a more serious demeanor. "Why not?" she asked, her voice gentle.

(Y/N) sighed, her eyes never leaving Tony's face. "I'm scared, Nat," she confessed quietly. "You know Tony's reputation when it comes to... well, ladies. I don't want to risk ruining what we have, not just our relationship, but the dynamic of the entire team as well."

Natasha considered (Y/N)'s words carefully, her gaze fixed on her friend. "If that's how you truly feel," she began, her tone serious, "then you have a choice to make. You can either tell him and risk the outcome, whatever it may be, or you can give him up."

(Y/N) stared at Tony, feeling a mix of longing and trepidation. Natasha's words hung in the air, a weighty decision that (Y/N) knew she couldn't avoid forever. It was time to confront her feelings and face the uncertain future, whatever it might hold.

* CONFESS * :

As Natasha quietly left the room, (Y/N) felt an overwhelming sense of determination wash over her. She couldn't keep dancing around her feelings any longer; it was time to face the truth. She turned her attention to Tony, who was still peacefully sleeping on the couch.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, mustering all the courage she could find. She leaned in closer and gently shook Tony's shoulder. "Tony," she whispered, "wake up."

Tony stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Yeah, yeah, I'm up. What happened?" he mumbled, clearly still half-asleep.

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts before she spoke. "Tony, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice unwavering. "I can't keep doing this dance around our feelings any longer. I... I like you, Tony."

There was a pause, a silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity as Tony's gaze locked onto (Y/N)'s. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for his response.

Finally, Tony spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. "You do?"

(Y/N) nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, I do. I've liked you for a long time, Tony. I just couldn't find the right moment to say it."

Tony reached out and gently cupped (Y/N)'s cheek, his fingers warm against her skin. "Well, maybe this is the right moment," he replied softly. "Because I like you too, (Y/N). More than I ever thought possible."

Relief washed over (Y/N) as she heard his confession. She felt a smile tug at her lips, and she leaned in closer until their lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet of Tony's private quarters, they realized that the dance they had been doing around their feelings was finally over. They had taken the plunge, and now, they were free to explore the depths of their affection for one another without hesitation or fear.

(Y/n) pulls away from the kiss smiling before she realizes something “Oh, let me check and see where Nat is at so she can take these cuffs off.

Making quick work at shooting her friend a message she got a singular reply back from the red head the message reading “lab” so standing the pair made their way to the lab.

Upon entering the lab, Natasha was already there, her eyes sharp and knowing. She took one look at them and couldn't help but grin. "So, y'all finally confessed?" she asked, her tone tinged with amusement.

Tony and (Y/N) exchanged a brief glance, and for the first time, there was no need to hide or deny their feelings. "Yes," they both said in unison, their voices filled with a sense of relief.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smile. "Well, it's about time," she remarked, her gaze moving to the handcuffs that still bound them together.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Natasha uncuffed them, and the cold metal restraints clattered to the floor. "Congratulations," she added, her tone now genuine. "It's about time you two figured it out."

Tony and (Y/N) exchanged a glance filled with shared understanding. They had taken a leap of faith, confessed their feelings, and were now free to explore the depths of their affection without secrets or shame. It was a new beginning, and they couldn't be happier about it.

As they left the lab, hand in hand, Tony and (Y/N) felt like a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. They had finally found the courage to embrace their feelings, and they were ready to face whatever the future held for them, together.

* GIVE HIM UP * :

(Y/N) stared at her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen, debating whether or not to send the text message to Nat. Her heart raced as she contemplated her feelings for Tony and the potential consequences of her decision. She had replayed their moments together in her mind countless times, but now it was time to make a choice.

With a deep breath, she tapped out the message: "Hey Nat, I've thought a lot about this, and I've decided it's best for me to forget about my feelings for Tony. I don't want to risk ruining our friendship. Thanks for always being there for me."

As she hit send, a mix of relief and sadness washed over her. She had made her choice, but it was bittersweet. (Y/N) knew that it was the right decision, but it didn't make it any easier.

Within moments, a reply from Nat appeared on her screen: "I'm proud of you for making that decision, (Y/N). Remember, I'll be here for you no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Grateful for Nat's support, (Y/N) smiled weakly at her phone before setting it down. She hoped that with time, her feelings for Tony would fade, and their friendship would remain intact.

Twenty-four hours later, (Y/N) and Tony found themselves sitting across from each other in the same coffee shop. The atmosphere was different this time, lighter and less tense.

Tony looked at (Y/N) and broke the silence, his voice casual, "So, that's done."

(Y/N) met his gaze and nodded, her own tone relaxed, "Yeah, it is."

Tony leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk on his face as he asked, "So, (Y/N), now that you're free from being handcuffed to me for 24 hours, what's your grand plan?"

(Y/N) grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm going to go adopt a dog."

Tony burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the coffee shop. "A dog, really? Was I that bad to be handcuffed to?"

(Y/N) chuckled, fully aware of Tony's teasing tone. "Oh, you have no idea. You were a handful."

Tony raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Me? A handful? I was the perfect handcuff partner."

(Y/N) shook her head, playing along with his banter. "Sure, if perfect means constantly trying to sneak away to get your morning coffee."

Tony chuckled, admitting defeat. "Okay, okay, guilty as charged. But hey, I did make coffee for both of us."

They shared a laugh, the tension from their earlier conversation now replaced with lightheartedness. Tony's eyes sparkled as he asked, "So, can I join you on your dog adoption adventure? I promise I won't try to run away this time."

(Y/N) grinned, touched by his genuine enthusiasm. "Of course, Tony. You're welcome to come along. It'll be fun."

As they made plans to visit the local animal shelter together, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for their friendship. The handcuff incident had brought them closer, and now, they were embarking on a new adventure together – one that involved wagging tails and furry companions.

[sserpente]

A/N: Can you believe that I couldn’t bring myself to watch the Loki Season 2 Finale more than once yet? Maybe this little piece of fluff will help us heal a little more!

Words: 837 Warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 2 FINALE, fluff

Christmas felt off. Yule felt off. You’d set up your tree, you’d decorated, you’d bought all the Christmassy food including half a dozen bottles of mulled wine and you were listening to Christmas music non-stop. None of it worked. Something was missing. Someone.

The promise that had hung from Loki’s lips remained heavy and it had clawed its way deep into your heart. You’d talked about it one night, resting after hunting down an actor-turned-TVA-agent. About your future together. About where you would go and what you would do once all of this was over.

That was before everything fell apart. Before Loki realised that the only way… no, stop.

Right now, you were baking Christmas biscuits—you were forcing yourself to. Christmas music was blasting from your phone in the background, the warm air in the kitchen smelled like vanilla and gingerbread and outside, it was snowing, making you appreciate the warm and flickering candlelight coming from the wreath on the dining table even more. You were supposed to be happy, you ought to be joyful, no? He had sacrificed everything, sacrificed himself in order to protect… to protect… it was all so complex it went above your head. All you knew was that thanks to the cheeky God of Mischief, the multiverse was free.

Thanks to him, you were alive and well, thanks to him you could live a life you’d always dreamed of having. And yet, it meant nothing without him. And yet, all you wanted to do was to break down, ram your fists into the ground over and over, and wail for the loss of your one true love.

Yule, Christmas, whatever you wanted to call it, wasn’t the same if the one person you wanted to spend it with was gone. But you knew he could see you. You knew he was watching over you. And it wouldn’t be fair to let him see your grief after what he’d done for you all.

So you swallowed it down, again and again, and, humming along to the Christmas songs, focused all of your attention on the cookie batter. It was his favourite kind. The only kind you’d be baking this year.

“Hmm… this does smell delicious. I do hope they’re all for me…”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you flipped around, flour landing everywhere around you in the process like a smoke cloud.

For a moment, you simply stared at him, lips parted, eyes filling with tears. “Please… please tell me you’re real.”

Loki smirked, extending his arms—a smug invitation for you to hug him. “Why don’t you find out, love?”

It was all he needed to say. You all but flung yourself into his arms, face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. No illusion. No duplicate. Him. He was actually here.

“Loki… oh gods, Loki…” The tears came before you could stop them. Worsening your sight and making you sob, you hugged him so tightly you feared to cut off his air supply. “But… how… how? How is this possible?”

“It appears that not only have I become the new temporal loom but… my powers have been feeding on the multiverse and vice versa. I became stronger and stronger until I realised I would be able to move around within it freely. I tested it, carefully, for what felt like an eternity until I was sure the threads of all the realities wouldn’t snap on me.”

“So… you’re saying the entirety of the multiverse is still flowing through you right now?”

“It is indeed. You just can’t see it.”

“You’re not going to… explode on me, right?”

“And turn into golden glitter?” He lifted your chin up, smirking and you chuckled but when his smile faltered, yours did too.

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry.”

You frowned. “For what?”

“For leaving you. For being the reason you cry yourself to sleep at night.”

Once again, your heart dropped to your stomach. “You… know?”

“Of course I do.”

“I was trying to hide it so hard…” Loki wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb, a gentle smile tugging on his thin lips.

“I know,” he said, pressing you close. “I came here as soon as I could to be sure it would be safe to do so.”

“You… haven’t seen anyone else yet? What about Mobius?”

“Mobius is with his family, setting up a Christmas tree with Jetski decorations.”

You giggled.

“No. You were the most important. And I want to spend Christmas with you just like I promised I would. And I see you have already made sure to set the mood.” He looked around, noting all the decorations around you.

Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. “There’s no Christmas mood without you.”

Loki pulled you back toward the door threshold leading to the living room. You looked up at him, gaze wandering up to where you’d put up the mistletoe. And as far as kisses went… this one was the most magical and wondrous yet.

A/N: I'm really bad at reposting my Insta and Clock App stuff on here too and it's a New Year's resolution to change that next year so that you guys will be up to date as well but basically... I've published too books in my absence in case you were wondering why it got so quiet, lol. Aaaand I'm currently working on an English (my first English series!) paranormal Dark Romance series with demons and witches so if that's something you're interested in, do follow along, yes? ♥♥♥ We're all mad here! :D

PS: Loki becoming the wireless battery of the multiverse is my headcanon, thank you.