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charzard-lord · 3 years ago

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Soothing Touch (Platonic!Avengers/Reader, implied Loki/Reader)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, language, slight pining

Pairings: Platonic!Avengers/Reader (with a focus on Bucky, Tony, and Natasha), implied Loki/Reader

Key: ☁️🧸🤝☂️

Summary: Whenever one of the Avengers is feeling down or in need of affection, they come to you for comfort. Everyone agrees that you have the most soothing touch. You will stroke their hair and sing/hum for them and it always helps them to relax. It has become a regular occurrence in the building, and sometimes, they will even fight over who gets to cuddle with you first. Loki is also quietly in love with you, but never acts on his feelings.

A/N: Hello! Almost a month again with no new posts! I know, I’m terrible at keeping up with this blog. I just haven’t really been inspired lately, but hopefully I’ll be posting more frequently. I have a few other fics in the works but hey! This is my first Marvel fic! So that’s exciting! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fluffy little piece and thank you as always for interacting with my fics! :)

Today has been long and gruelling for everyone.

You and the rest of the team drag yourselves into the tower, exhausted from your most recent mission. Your enemies seemed more viscous than ever. You couldn’t wait to jump into your plush mattress and sleep for the next 15 hours.

As soon as you enter the tower, everyone retires to their respective rooms, except for one. You notice that Bucky has stayed behind, throwing himself onto the living room sofa. Even though you’re tired, curiosity wins the battle, and you find yourself walking towards him.

“Hey,” you say softly. Bucky grunts in response and you lower yourself into the seat next to him. A moment passes before you speak again.

“Is everything alright?” you can sense that something is bothering him, but you don’t want to overstep your boundaries. You’ve gotten pretty close with everyone in the building, but Bucky is more reserved than the others.

Instead of answering, he pulls you flush to his chest and wraps his arms around your back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You’re surprised at first, but quickly melt into his touch, smiling fondly. You stroke his hair and hum quietly.

This is not unusual for you. In fact, it’s become the norm around here. Whenever one of the Avengers is feeling down, they always come to you for comfort. Sometimes, they even fight over who gets to cuddle with you first. They all claim you have the most soothing touch, the kind that could ease any pain.

You gladly comply every time, grateful that you’re able to offer your support. After all, they’re the people who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. You’ll do anything to return the favor.

You stay like this for a long while before Bucky finally releases you, pressing a tender kiss between your brows.

“Thank you,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against your own. You smile and close your eyes.

“Any time,” you reply, before moving away and standing.

“Well, I’m tired as fuck, so I’m gonna go hit the hay,” Bucky chuckles at your words.

“Don’t let Steve hear you say that,” he replies, and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever. Goodnight, Buck,”

“Goodnight, angel,”

With that, you retreat to your room and settle in for the night.

***

The next few days pass rather uneventfully. You haven’t had any missions so you’ve mostly been taking time to yourself, either to train or just relax. Today, you’ve decided to sit down and sketch in the living room. You have one of your favorite playlists on in the background, bopping your head along to the music as you doodle.

You hear the elevator doors open and look up to see that three of your teammates have returned from their most recent escapade. Something about a street robber. They didn’t think it serious enough to drag you along. Usually, they only brought you in for the really big missions. You were one of the team's most powerful assets and they wanted to save your skills for when they really needed them.

“Hello! We have returned! How are you doing on this fine day?” Thor addresses you, beaming widely. You return the gesture and stand, turning off the music. You look behind him to see a very disgruntled Loki and a less than pleased Natasha. Something must’ve happened.

“I’m doing alright. How about you guys? How did your mission go?” you say, eyeing Loki. He stares back and you can tell that something is weighing on his mind.

“Boring. Just some kid, stealing people’s wallets. He was only 16,” Nat says, walking to the fridge and grabbing an energy drink.

“Ah,” you reply, unsure what else to say.

“Right, well, Thor and I have to meet with Tony to discuss some business. You mind keeping an eye on Mr. Tricks?” you stifle a laugh at Nat’s nickname for Loki.

“Sure,” you nod, and the two walk off, leaving you alone with the God of Mischief.

You stare at each other for a moment before you burst into laughter, causing him to regard you incredulously.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just-” you stifle another laugh as you look up at him.

“Mr. Tricks?” you’re barely able to say it before you double over in a fit of giggles once more.

“It’s not that funny,” he mutters, but there is a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you smile fondly, gently taking his hand and leading him to sit on the couch next to you.

It’s only been a little less than a year since the New York incident, so not many people fully trust him yet. He had been given a choice: either rot in a cell on Asgard, or help the Avengers as a form of community service to atone for his crimes. He chose the latter.

Loki looks around for a moment, as if to make sure the two of you are truly alone, before leaning closer to you.

“May I?” he asks, extending his arms.

“You may,” you reply, and he envelops you in a warm embrace.

He would never want anyone else to see him like this; he would be mortified. But you’re the one person he trusts in this whole compound, the only one who seems to see him for who he really is. He finds comfort in your touch, maybe a little too much comfort, but it’s comfort nonetheless.

He buries his face in your shoulder and inhales deeply, trying to embed your scent into his memory. It’s not often that he gets to hold you like this. The only times he can, are when the two of you are completely alone, which doesn’t happen very often.

It seems that everyone is always scrutinizing his every move, just waiting for him to make a mistake or do something that would allow them to lock him up forever. But now that he’s found you, he never wants to leave. Not that he’d ever admit that.

“Hey, I have an idea,” you say, and Loki pulls away to look at your face.

“And what’s that?” he asks, tenderly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He revels in the way your cheeks flush at the simple action, wishing he could bottle up this moment and live in it forever.

You move away from him, eliciting a perplexed look from the god. Readjusting yourself, you lay on the chaise at the end of the sofa and beckon him to come over. He just looks at you, an eyebrow raised in uncertainty, causing you to chuckle softly.

“Come lay in my lap. I can stroke your hair and sing for you,” Loki can’t help the surprised squeak that escapes him, as a blush starts rising to his own cheeks.

“What?” his voice comes out a pitch higher than normal, but you don’t comment on it.

“I do this for the others all the time. They always say it helps them relax. C’mon,” you pat your lap and Loki can’t help the pang of jealousy he feels at your mention of the Avengers. He pushes it down, however, and manages to seat himself between your thighs, back pressed flush against your chest.

He closes his eyes and forces himself to relax as you begin running your delicate fingers through his long black hair. You hum softly, a beautiful melody that he recognizes but can’t quite place his finger on, and continue to lull him into a sweet slumber.

You can feel Loki’s presence getting heavier, his body relaxing more and more as he lets his full weight rest on you. A fond smile grows on your face. It makes you happy to know that he trusts you so completely. He has always been so guarded. It’s good that he finally feels safe with someone, and you’re infinitely grateful that that someone is you.

His breathing becomes deeper and you take this time to admire his sharp features. The curve of his jaw, the shape of his nose, the color of his lips. Everything about him is… bewitching. He is a god, after all, so you shouldn’t really be surprised, but his beauty still manages to take your breath away. When you first met him, you found it to be intimidating. But after getting to know him, you realized that he is just another lost soul looking to be found.

Just when you think Loki has finally relaxed fully, a crowd of voices can be heard getting closer. He quickly jumps up, removing himself from your lap and sitting as far away as possible. You giggle, causing him to shoot you a look, just as the rest of your teammates come around the corner.

Tony calls your name and you turn your attention to him.

“How was babysitting duty? Did ‘Mr. Tricks’ give you any trouble?” he asks, smirking as he watches Loki’s flustered reaction.

“Do not call me by that ridiculous nickname, you despicable cretin” he spits, standing and clenching his fists in anger.

“It was fine, Tony. No problems at all,” you say with a smile, hoping to diffuse some of the tension.

“Great! Now that that’s all settled, I need your magic touch,” he says, making his way over to you.

Loki steps in front of him, glaring fiercely.

“Is there a problem, ‘Mr. Tricks’?” Tony says, clearly just trying to get on the gods' nerves at this point.

Loki stares him down for a moment longer, before you reach out and place a gentle hand on his arm. He looks down, first at your hand, then over to you. He searches your face and something in his expression softens. He sighs, and steps aside, allowing Tony to pass through. With one last glance back at you, he briskly exits the room.

“I don’t know how you do that, but damn, is it effective,” Nat says, walking past Tony and crawling into your lap.

“Hey! I called first dibs!” Tony protests, but Nat doesn’t budge.

“First come, first serve,” she says simply, cuddling up closer to you. Tony looks to you for help, but you simply shrug your shoulders and begin stroking Nat’s hair, humming a new tune.

“C’mon! That’s not fair!” Tony whines, but you shush him.

“Be quiet. You’ll get your turn,” you smile teasingly at him. He keeps pouting silently, attempting to throw puppy eyes your way.

“Nuh-uh, not gonna work,” you say, turning your attention back to Natasha, who is already starting to fall asleep. A fond smile worms its way onto your features as you continue to run your fingers through her hair.

Eventually, she succumbs to her exhaustion, snoring softly. You let her rest for a few minutes. Then, you gently shake her.

“Nat,” you whisper, “it’s time to get up,”

She groans and buries her face into your stomach. You laugh.

“Nat, I’m serious. Other people are waiting their turn,” she just grumbles something incoherent and wraps her arms around your waist.

“Okay, I’m not waiting any longer,” Tony says, marching over and pulling out his phone. He types something in and before you can ask what he’s doing, AC/DC starts blasting throughout the tower.

Nat sighs before removing herself from your lap. She places a gentle kiss to your forehead as thanks, then turns to glare at Tony. He holds up his hands in defense as Nat grabs his phone and shuts off the music. She throws the device down onto the coffee table and drops herself into a chair next to Steve.

“Someone’s moody,” he mutters, turning his attention back to you with a smile.

“If you’re gonna be an asshole, I’ll let somebody else go first,” you warn, but Tony just shrugs it off, crawling onto the couch and laying his head against your chest. You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you begin the same treatment you gave Loki and Nat.

This continues until everyone has gotten a turn cuddling with you. By the time you finish, you’re exhausted and in desperate need of sleep.

“Thank you, again,” Nat says, and everyone makes noises of agreement. You smile and regard them all with fondness.

“Any time,” you say, and everyone retreats to bed.

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supermarvel-fics · 3 years ago

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Never Be Alone

word count: 5,500

pairing: loki x gn!reader (platonic)

cw: mild swearing, hurt/comfort, one single sexual innuendo (always sfw)

summary: Loki helps you through a particularly hard breakup.

author's note: happy pride month! I pulled out this quick little fic bc this scenario happened to me around 8 years ago this month and i wish i had someone like Loki to rely on. I wrote the reader and their partner as gender neutral (they/them), but when writing I pictured a lesbian reader. You can picture it however you'd like! Loki in this fic is very soft... like so so SO soft. Hope you enjoy!

Isn’t it funny how one moment everything is fine and the next it all burns to the ground?

You didn’t see it coming. It hit you out of nowhere. The panic of reading that text and then having your worst nightmare come true.

“hey we need to talk”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. That message never came with good intentions. You replied with feigned excitement, of course. You’d never let them know their text sent you into an anxious frenzy.

“I don’t think this is working out. I think we should break up…”

This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t actually happening. Yesterday, you took them out to a nice dinner and you went strolling through central park. It seemed like they had a great time—smiling, laughing, kissing—so, what changed in those 24 hours? You texted back, still trying to play off your true emotions, asking why and what had happened to make them want to end your year long relationship.

“I don’t know… I just think it’s for the best”

You willed yourself not to cry. This didn’t make sense. Had they been lying about being happy in your relationship? Were they just trying to spare your feelings? You furrowed your brows, beginning to get frustrated, and replied back with more questions.

An answer didn’t come until 10 minutes later.

“To be honest, I’ve been seeing someone else for a while. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry. You’re a great person, but I’m in love with someone else.”

The tears you forced yourself to hold in spilled out immediately at the sight of that message. How could they do this to you? How could someone be so cruel as to date someone while they were in a committed relationship with you?

You didn’t bother responding. Instead, you blocked their number and shut off your phone, laying it face down on your bed. A sob racked through your entire body, hiccup-like breaths overcame you as you attempted to catch your breath.

An entire year of your life spent loving someone who never loved you back. What a sick joke.

You hugged your pillow tight to your chest, crying into it as your back rested against the headboard of your bed. Tears stained the fabric and your nails gripped it so hard you could have ripped straight through it.

There were so many emotions coursing through you; anger, devastation, confusion. So many that you didn’t register the quiet knock on your door until it was too late to tell whoever it was to leave you alone.

“Darling, did you forget our plans for this evening?” Loki peeked his head in through the crack he opened himself so as not to disturb you if you were indecent. He caught sight of you instantly, eyes widening and letting the tiniest of gasps slip through his lips. He pushed the door open the rest of the way, rushing to your side. “What’s wrong, dear? What happened?”

Loki sat on the edge of your bed; not too close, but close enough that he could pull you into a hug. He refrained, though. Rather, he placed a comforting hand on your arm, prompting you to look up at him. His heart shattered at the glimpse of your red, puffy eyes and your quivering lips. He held his arms out for you to accept his touch if you desired and without a second thought, you collapsed into him, sobbing into his chest.

His left hand cradled the back of your head and held you tight as you let your emotions out. Loki didn’t dare ask you what had happened again. He knew you’d answer when you were ready.

You and Loki had a peculiar relationship. The two of you loved each other. So much so, that to anyone else, they might believe that you were romantically involved with him. Loki often gave you forehead kisses just for the hell of it and anytime you were sitting next to him, you had to be touching him in some way; interlocked fingers, your legs draped over his, your head in his lap as he played with your hair.

You knew Loki was touch-starved, so the hugs and hand-holding was foreign to him for a while, but he quickly settled into the idea when he noticed how happy it made you and in return, your happiness shone onto him.

You called him your platonic soulmate—someone you needed to get you through the day. You had a partner, yes, and you loved them, but you always loved Loki just the same. You never had feelings for him nor did he ever have any for you. Loki just captured a big piece of your heart and you were glad he never let go. He would always be your best friend.

For nearly 10 minutes, you and Loki sat in silence, save for your occasional sniffles and whimpers.

“Dakota broke up with me,” You whispered into Loki’s soft black t-shirt. As you said it out loud, you were hit with another wave of emotion, causing brand new tears to form at your bottom lids. You shifted your head so that your mouth was facing outwards, letting Loki understand you better. “Th-they s-said that they love s-someone else and that they’ve b-been seeing them while we were to-together.”

You let out another choked sob, your entire body shaking in Loki’s arms. He squeezed you harder to let you know that he was there and he wouldn’t let you go until you decided to separate yourself from him.

“The two of you just had a date last night. What happened?” Loki asked quietly, his fingers sifting through your soft hair. You exhaled shakily to try and pull yourself together enough to speak coherently.

“That’s why I’m so confused a-and hurt. I thought we had a great night and it t-turns out that they were lying to me this whole time. They never really loved me.” The melancholy was apparent in the tone of your voice and Loki’s heart broke for you. How he wished he could string Dakota up by their toes for hurting you so terribly. “I just don’t understand why I’m so unlovable.”

“Woah! Hey! Look at me,” Loki ordered softly. It was a subtle demand, one that only happened when he scolded you for being too hard on yourself, so you did as you were told. You twisted your head up to look at him, salty tears staining your pink cheeks. “Don’t you dare believe that this is your fault, do you understand me?”

“This is, like, the 3rd time someone has cheated on me, Loki. How can I not believe that there’s something wrong with me?” You cried. Loki took his thumb and wiped away your falling tears before holding both sides of your face in his hands, cooling down your burning skin with his ice-cold fingertips.

“My sweet love,” He whispered before placing one of his gentle kisses onto your forehead. “I promise that the problem is not with you. It’s with those lowlife people who don’t have the decency to end a relationship before they start something new.”

Your lip quivered again and you shut your eyes tight. Loki felt it best to continue with his thoughts.

“I love you and I’m still right here at your side, am I not? Nothing you do could ever make me stop loving you the way you deserve to be loved,” He shook your head a bit, silently telling you to look at him again. You did without hesitation and found yourself swimming in his gorgeous blue-green eyes. “It’s not your fault.”

You had the will to finally calm yourself as you took in the importance of Loki’s words. You didn’t know if you could truly believe them right now. It would most definitely take time, but what you did know, was that Loki didn’t say things if he didn’t mean them.

You nodded slightly, licking your lips to rid them of any saltiness that remained, and pulled your face from his hands to snuggle into him further. This, right there in Loki’s arms, was where you felt most at home and safe. It was unfortunate that you’d never love him romantically because you knew he’d be the perfect boyfriend and you’d never have to worry about finding love ever again.

You let out a breathy laugh at the thought. “Gee, Loki, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in love with me or something.”

Loki chuckled and you felt the vibrations through his toned chest. “Oh, darling, you shouldn’t put such thoughts into my head. I have a soft spot for you, you know,” He said, rubbing your arm gently. It was true. Loki still adopted that hardened demeanor around the other members of the compound, but for you, it washed away with only the sight of you.

You didn’t know why Loki liked you more than the others. You never asked. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you were not an agent, but only a lab assistant that could run circles around the genius in the iron suit. Or maybe it was due to the fact that you only looked at him with kindness—never pity or disgust.

You liked the relationship you had with Loki, so you didn’t need to ask. All that mattered was that he loved you and you loved him.

You let out a contented sigh and shut your eyes, focusing on your breaths syncing up with Loki’s.

“Are you feeling better?” He questioned as you went silent. You shrugged in response.

“I don’t know. A bit, maybe,” You stated in a hushed voice. Loki hummed as he continued to stroke your upper arm in comfort. “I’m sorry about our plans.”

“No need to apologize, love. We can have a lifetime full of dinner dates. We’ll go out when you are ready,” Loki voiced soothingly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think so. You’ve done so much already.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t lay down my life for you if you asked,” He squeezed you into a hug once more. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go over there and burn their belongings? They obviously have no care about the things they claim to love.”

You couldn’t help the small giggle that rose from your throat at Loki’s dramatics. “No, but thank you for offering. I think I’m just gonna go to sleep if that’s okay.”

“I believe that’s a great idea. Would you like me to stay with you?” He asked. You separated yourself from him, sitting up in bed to see him fully.

You grasped his hand into yours, clutching it firmly. “No, you can go. I want to be alone for a bit,” You spoke quietly. Loki’s gaze fostered concern, so you half-smiled and rubbed your thumb onto the smooth skin of his hand. “I’ll be fine, Loki. I promise. My phone is off and I just want to sleep.”

“If you’re sure…” He trailed off. You nodded affirmatively. “Well, then sleep well, darling. I’m going to have a word with Stark to get you the day off tomorrow. I’ll be back to check on you in the morning.”

Loki brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles and you grinned at the gesture. “Thank you. I love you,” You said to him prior you sinking into your sheets and settling your head on your pillow.

“I love you more than all the stars in all the nine realms,” Loki tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, delighted to see even the smallest of smiles grace your features. “Goodnight, dear.”

“Night.”

Loki rose from your bed, causing you to sink further into your mattress as it lost his weight, and strolled over to the exit. He flipped the light switch and left the room without any further words.

The kindness with which he showed you was one of your favorite things about him. Truth was, he did make you feel a little better just by being at your side and holding you as if you’d fall to pieces were he to let go.

So, instead of falling asleep thinking about Dakota, you thought of Loki and how much he meant to you.

Waking up was a different story, however. You stirred awake at the time you normally would on a day off—around 9am—and almost instantly, you were hit with the remembrance of last night. Not the good memories Loki left you with, no, but the sour ones of those messages from your now ex-lover.

They didn’t even have the decency to tell you to your face. You’d been through multiple breakups in your life, with most of them ending in a screaming match. At least then you knew there was a bit of emotion behind their actions. Dakota seemed cold and distant. Almost as if they never truly loved you in the first place.

A stray tear slipped from your eye as you flipped onto your back to stare blankly at the ceiling. Why did this always happen to you?

As you conjured up a mental list of reasons why you can never keep a relationship, a set of knuckles wrapped on your door and it squeaked as it was opened a tad.

Loki peered in just as he did the night before to see if you were still sleeping. He let himself in as he caught you blinking, looking straight ahead. “Good morning, darling. How are you feeling?”

You sighed. You didn’t have much energy to socialize at the moment, so you turned over on your side so that your back was facing him.

“I’m fine,” You declared blandly.

“You don’t sound fine,” Loki shuffled closer to you. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept fine. I’m still kind of tired, though. I’m going back to sleep.”

“It’s almost 10 o’clock,” Loki stated.

“I’m aware.”

“Well, shouldn’t you get out of—”

“Loki, I really just want to be alone. I don’t have the mental space to talk or do anything other than sleep right now, so can you please go? I’ll talk to you later,” You said to him. It wasn’t harsh, it was sad and pleading.

Loki’s instincts told him that you needed love and comfort, but the wound was still fresh. He wouldn’t push you past your limits. So, he nodded, though you couldn’t see, and backed away from you.

“Of course, my love. Please, call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” You whispered, almost inaudible. Once you heard the door shut, you knew it was safe to cry. To let out the tears you didn’t want Loki to see. He’d consoled you enough already.

A quiet sob overcame you once again. You knew it was foolish to be so upset over something that seemed so minor compared to the horrors that others have faced, but you’d been sheltered for most of your life. The worst thing to ever happen to you other than the breakups was a death in your family, so this was high on your list of things that made you go dark.

For hours, you sat in silence; thinking, crying, dozing off. You faintly remember your door creeping open again when the sun was at its peak due to how the light shone on your floor, so you knew it was around 2pm. Your back was still facing the door, so you weren’t able to see who it was, though you knew without a doubt it was Loki.

You feigned sleep, lying as still as possible to get him to leave without disturbing you. Fortunately, he did without complaint. You were well aware that laying in bed all day wasn’t good for your mental health—or physical health since you hadn’t eaten a thing since yesterday—but you didn’t have the wits to care.

You deserved peace and quiet. You deserved a lazy day. Living in a building full of loud and rambunctious heroes, it was challenging to find a place where there was no noise and with how hard you work in the lab, you didn’t see why you couldn’t spend today doing whatever the hell you wanted.

So, there you lay. You tossed and turned for another couple of hours, your brain swimming in memories with Dakota to try and pick out moments where it should have been obvious they were seeing someone else. Either they were lying (which seemed unlikely) or they were just a damn good actor because all you remember were the good times. The way they told you that they loved you felt so real, perhaps you weren’t an idiot to believe it.

But it didn’t matter now. That fun time you had with them, whether it was fake or not, was long gone.

In the early evening, a hard knock was heard on your door. Again, you knew exactly who it was, even though his knocks were commonly soft and timid. You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head as Loki swung the door open.

“It’s 5pm and you’re still in bed,” He stated firmly, yet without the harshness in his voice.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” You bit back sarcastically, not nearly as mean as you wanted to sound since you were muffled under your comforter. You knew the way you were acting towards him was unfair considering all he did for you the night before, but you didn’t have the energy to deal with anyone today.

Loki walked into your room, shutting the door behind him and headed straight for your bed, ripping the blanket off of you swiftly. “I know what you’re doing.”

You glared up at him, sans malicious intent. “And what am I doing?”

“You’re in your head thinking of signs that you should have known,” Loki said. Damn. He really did know. As your face faltered for the smallest second, he continued. “I know you better than you know yourself, darling. You should know this by now.”

“You’re insufferable,” You muttered, then flipped over once again so your back was toward him. Loki took it upon himself to sit on the edge of your bed.

“This isn’t the end, you know,” He responded. “There will be plenty of others in your life that you find happiness with.”

“I don’t want to think about that right now, Loki.”

“Then, let’s take your mind off of it. I brought a bottle of Moscato and some takeout Chinese food from that one place you love so much,” Loki flicked his wrist, making the alcohol and dinner appear from thin air. He reached over and placed it in front of your face, but you stubborn thing, you just pushed it away.

“I’m not hungry,” You voiced flatly. Loki sighed and placed a hand on your thigh.

“You haven’t eaten in almost 24 hours. You can’t let yourself waste away like this.” He shifted his hand to your shoulder to pull you flat on your back so you could look at him. He wanted you to see the sincerity behind his eyes. “You don’t have to be alone for this. Let me take care of you.”

You shut your eyes almost immediately, telling yourself not to cry. “Loki, I’m a mess right now and you have done more than enough for me already.”

“Everyone needs help now and then. You shouldn’t be ashamed to ask for it. Regardless, all I am looking for is your permission to keep you company and to help you take your mind off of things for a while,” Loki explained as his thumb rubbed against your jaw. “Will you let me do that for you?”

You balled your hands into fists, rubbing the tears away from your eyes and letting out a large breath.

“Yeah,” You croaked out. Your eyes fell onto Loki’s and you weren’t able to stop your lips from pulling into a tight grin at the sight of his childish, giddy smile. He stood up to let you readjust your position to sit upright and make room for him on your bed.

Before he could sit, you reached your arm out for the bottle of wine that was now near the edge of your bed, as if it were your own personal Mjolnir. It didn’t shoot straight into your hand—much to your disappointment—so you looked at Loki pleadingly.

Loki silently chuckled and grabbed it for you, passing it into your hand.

“Thanks,” You uttered, twisting off the cap and taking a big swig straight from the bottle. “Are you drinking, too, or are you just here to make sure I don’t drink myself into oblivion?”

Loki slid into the bed beside you, placing the large comforter over both of your legs. “Neither. I am merely here to support you in whatever you choose to do as long as you promise to eat.”

You hummed as you took another sip of the sweet Moscato and then leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Yes, mom.”

Loki smiled at your comment and rested his head on top yours, letting the quiet wash over you. Again, you began to think of how amazing Loki would be as a boyfriend. Though, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that he treated you like a lover already; minus the kissing and sexual acts. It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to the God. Of course you were, but an actual relationship with him just didn’t seem right.

Hey, can I ask a favor of you?” You spoke up after a while.

“Of course, my love. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“If I’m still single by the time I’m 40, will you marry me?” You interlaced his fingers with yours. Loki let out a belly laugh at the request.

“That’s what you want from me?” Loki asked incredulously. He picked his head back up to look over at you, smiling as you glanced at him with raised eyebrows.

“What? You’re basically my husband already! What’s stopping you from just signing the papers to make it official 12 years from now?” You shrugged, lifting the bottle of alcohol to your lips again. “We’d make a good couple, don’t try to deny it.”

A small smirk rose to Loki’s face at the implications. “Darling, you wouldn’t be able to handle what I have to offer,” He growled seductively, bringing his lips close to the pliant skin beneath your ear and giving you playful pecks. Your shoulder scrunched up to block access and you leaned away from him, giggling all the while.

“Ah! Loki, that tihickles,” You admitted. Loki knew of how ticklish you were and had for a couple of years now. It was purely an accident when he discovered your sensitivity. All he wanted was for you to move your feet so that he could sit where they lie and as he pushed them away, his nails caught your instep, resulting in a small flinch and giggle.

He exploited that little factoid about you for nearly 5 minutes before you almost passed out from laughter. After that, it was common for him to come up and tickle you out of the blue. Most of the time, it was for no other reason that just to hear your sweet laugh, so you didn’t truly mind. You adored the playfulness.

“Mm, yes, I see,” Loki voiced lowly, as if he were taking note of it like an experiment. “Tell me, love, how am I to marry you if you can’t seem to handle my forms of intimacy?”

Loki extended his hand over to your side, rubbing it gently before fluttering his fingers at your ribs, bringing his soft lips back to the crook of your neck.

Your giggles became more apparent between the two different ticklish sensations and you attempted to squirm away from him. “I-hi can handle ihit. You’re juhust tihickling me ohohon purpose!”

“Only because I love hearing that wonderful and vibrant laugh of yours,” Loki picked up the pace of those wretched fingers at your side, relishing in the small squeal you made. “You know, you’ve been lying in bed all day. You must be a bit tense. What do you say to a massage, hm?”

Before you could react or respond, Loki threw the blanket off of the two of you, sat up on his knees to reach your legs so he could pull you farther down on the bed, and flipped you over onto your stomach. It happened so fast, you didn’t have the chance to protest before he straddled your hips, pinning you to the mattress in a position where you couldn’t make a grab for his hands.

“W-Wait, wait! I’m fine. I’m not tense!” You argued, albeit half-heartedly. Truth was, you needed this. This mischievousness and the feeling of laughing until your lungs hurt just to forget about it all.

“Relax, darling. Your future husband is trying to take care of you,” Loki taunted, kneading his thumbs into the muscles on top of your shoulder blades, causing you to release a sigh of contentment.

“Yeah, but, mm—” You groaned when he hit a particularly sore spot at the base of your neck. “Y-you’re going to tickle me. Since when is that taking care of someone?”

“You and I both know that you need to get your mind off of things and what better way to do that than to tickle you senseless, hm? Also, last time I checked, laughing releases endorphins which make people happier. But you already knew that, genius,” Loki teased you, gently wiggling his fingers just beneath your ear. You squeaked and twisted your head to cover up that side, a big, ticklish grin on your face. “Plus, there’s no reward without risk. I’ll give you an actual massage later.”

You whined with a small anticipatory giggle trying to look at him, but the way he had you pinned made it impossible. “The food you wanted me to eat so bad is getting cold.”

Loki glanced over his shoulder to the takeout food at the foot of your bed, then grabbed it and concealed it with his seidr so it wouldn’t fall to the floor in your inevitable struggle to escape.

“You said yourself you weren’t hungry,” He pointed out, both hands sliding down your back until they were just under your shoulder blades. He poised his thumbs on either side of your spine, bracing his other four fingers onto the bones of your ribs.

“Well, I am!”

“Oh, so you were lying to me?” Loki drawled out, squeezing your ribcage once just to hear you squeal. “Honestly, darling, how do you plan on basing a marriage off of lies?”

With that, he began to dig his nimble fingers into the crevices of your upper ribs. You jolted violently before falling into thunderous laughter, your elbows slamming into yourself for protection.

“AHH! Dahamn it, LohokiHIHI! We’re nohohot actually maharried,” You spoke through your giggles.

“That I know, but I’m preparing you for the future should the need for my services arise. I believe I’m teaching you a valuable lesson,” Loki shifted down lower, pinching at the soft skin of your sides through your shirt. Instantly, you started struggling and squirming harder.

“No, NohOHOHO! YOU’RE A HYPOCRIHITE! YOHOU’RE LIHITERALLY THE GOHOHOD OF LIHIES!” You shouted out, trying to make a grab for his hands which only just opened up more space for Loki to attack. He quickly shot them up into the hollows under your arms, snickering at the guttural scream you made.

You clamped your arms down onto his hands, though it did nothing to help, and you fell limp against the bed.

“Tell me a time I have lied to you,” Loki ordered. “Go on, I’m listening.”

He knew that your underarms were your weakest spot and he knew that you wouldn’t be able to speak through your laughter, but he loved teasing you in this way, watching as your cheeks turned a shade darker.

“LO-HAHA-LOHO… I- HA! PLEHEASE I CAHAN’T! GEHEHET YOUR HAHANDS OUT!”

Loki did as he was told and snatched his tickling fingers away from you. He lifted up off of you, then pushed you over so that you were laying on your back.

You inhaled deeply to catch your breath, then as you exhaled, you glared at Loki. “You are the meanest future husband ever. I think I want to take it back.”

Loki laid down beside you, propping himself up by his left elbow and smiling down at you.

“You wound me, darling,” He said dramatically, emphasizing the word with a single wiggling finger at the bare skin of your hip where your shirt rode up. Another small giggle escaped you and you moved your hand to block him. He was too quick for you, though, and he just reached to the other side. “And to think I was trying to make you feel better.”

“Yohou promised me a massahage. That would mahake me feel better!” You pulled your shirt down completely, sporting a smiley pout. Loki nodded with a smirk.

“Yes, I suppose I did. Right here looks pretty sore, don’t you think?” He asked rhetorically prior to digging his fingers into your abdominal muscles. You barked out another loud laugh and attempted to roll away from him, but as you turned onto your side, Loki pulled you back into his chest and wrapped his legs around yours so that you were trapped again. “Hm, I must not be doing it right. It still feels rock hard.”

Loki made circles with his thumbs along the backs of your ribs and gently scratched at your sides. You twisted your head into the pillow to mute the mind-numbing screech you made and gripped onto Loki’s wrist to pull his hand away.

“Yohohou SUHUCK!”

“Alright, alright,” Loki finally relented. “Turn over and I swear I’ll give you an actual massage,” He placed a short peck on the back of your head and leaned back so that you could shift back to your original position. You did as told, but before relaxing you pointed a stern finger at him.

“No tickling,” You scolded. Loki chuckled and raised his hands up in defense.

“No tickling.”

You settled into the mattress with a deep sigh, letting Loki sit back on top of you. The care with which he showed you, even when he was tickling you to tears, was more than you deserved. You felt that you took him for granted. He’d never let you believe that, of course, but he was always there for you. Always. Even for the tiniest inconveniences such as dropping your food onto the floor; he’d always be at your side to pick it up and make you more.

“I need to thank you,” You muttered out as his hands rubbed away the knots in your shoulders.

“What ever for, dove?”

“You’re always there for me, no matter what. I know there are more important things you could be doing, but instead you’re here with me, so thank you, Loki,” You brought your arms up to rest your head on them and your eyes fluttered closed.

Loki pressed his thumb into the side of your neck, putting just the right amount of pressure to wash away the stress you’d been feeling.

“There is no one in this universe that is more important than you, darling. And I don’t lie to you,” He replied. “We may not be romantically involved, but believe me when I tell you that there is no one else I’d rather be spending my time with.”

Loki glided his firm hands down your back, rubbing just enough pressure in to make you relax a bit more.

“You love me that much? Wow, who’s gonna break the news to Thor?” You chuckled. Loki followed, pausing the massage so he could lean down to see your face.

“My dear brother is well aware that you rank higher than him on the list of beings I’ve come to tolerate. I think you’d be surprised to know that he doesn’t even make the top 3.”

“Oh-ho, who beat him out?” You grinned.

“You, Barnes and that little tree creature that only says 3 words,” Loki confessed. You laughed heartily at his honesty and nodded your head.

“Yeah, that tracks,” You noted. Loki started his massaging fingers back up again, now at your lower back. “Anyway, I just thought I’d thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, but you’re always welcome,” He insisted. You hummed with a smile. “Are you feeling better?”

“Much better.”

Loki finished up massaging your back and rolled off of you again, holding his arms out for you to snuggle into him. You did so without any hesitation.

“I know this has been hard for you, but you survived the worst part,” Loki whispered into your hair. “And if it starts to weigh on you again, just let me know. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

You squeezed Loki tighter, a single tear slipping from your eye. You found that it wasn’t from the breakup, no.

It was simply because Loki was there to help you through it.

#marvel #marvel tickle #mcu #loki tickle #ler!loki #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #lee!reader #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #ticklish!reader #tickle fluff

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Fighting Fair - Part Two

Word Count: ~5700

Pairing: Loki x female!reader (Romantic), Bucky x female!reader (platonic)

CW: Swearing, mentions of sex, making out

I received a prompt from a lovely anon asking for a fic exploring what Bucky would do with the knowledge Loki gave him in my fic Fighting Fair … so here’s a take on a ruthless Bucky x Loki tickling tag team.

Several weeks after you’d been captured by the enemy and rescued by a god from space, here you were, in his bedroom, your own hand clamped over your mouth to hide your presence as he spoke to his older brother who’d all but busted in while you were kissing each other senseless.

“It’s late,” Loki huffed to his brother in the doorway. You couldn’t see out from under the covers, but you could tell Loki was scowling.

“Why are you so upset?” Thor grumbled back. “I only meant to come discuss tomorrow’s meeting with you.”

“And you chose some hour near midnight to do so?”

“Och, come off it, Loki,” Thor huffed back, then sighed in defeat. “Take your rest then. It’s clear you need it.”

“Lovely,” Loki snarked back before shutting the door and locking it.

You flipped the covers off yourself and sat up, taking in the room’s fresh air and giving your still-scowling lover a piece of your mind with an unimpressed look.

The second his eyes met yours, his face softened into a blissful contentment - one you couldn’t help but replicate. So many things about Loki were so powerful, including the contagiousness of his emotions. As he slipped back into bed next to you and pulled you close into his side, you rested your head against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.

“How much longer do we have to hide?” You asked, not at all concealing your displeasure at the arrangement.

“Darling, we’ve talked about this.”

“Sure. But we haven’t agreed.”

Loki sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I only stand firm because I worry for you.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

“Then who would keep you safe?”

“Loki,” you sighed, slithering away to prop yourself up on your elbow next to him, looking him dead in the eyes. “You don’t need to keep me safe from them. They wouldn’t think any less of me for… this.” You gestured between the two of you.

“I disagree,” he turned his head back to look at the ceiling, stubborn as always.

“You’re not... you don’t-…” You bit your lip, wondering if you should speak your fears aloud. He turned back to you, sliding a hand up to caress your jaw, gently running his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Pray tell, my love. What’s running awry in that beautiful head of yours?”

You couldn’t quite meet his eye, afraid he’d say yes: “You’re not… embarrassed of me, are you?”

“Oh, foolish girl,” he scolded with a breath and quickly pulled you close. “Your affections are a crown I proudly wear. Just not-”

“Publicly.”

Loki sighed again. “I fear they’d think I put you under a spell,” he tried joking, to ease the tension.

“Haven’t you?” You teased back. “It would explain a lot.”

“Careful, tenacious thing,” he nipped at your ear before kissing your cheek, then kissing down to just below your jaw. You giggled and pulled back before capturing his lips with a sweet kiss. Lacing your fingers through his hair, you melted into the feeling of him as he further turned to be hovering over you.

“You know…” you pulled back and caught your breath. Loki took the chance to place tender kisses against the place where your shoulder met your neck, knowing it was a sure-fire way to make you relax your whole body. You let out a deeper breath and tugged him a little closer, closing your eyes, continuing, “One of these days… another man might mistake me for available.”

“And?”

“And I might not have a good excuse to turn them down.”

Loki lifted his head and kissed your cheek. “Darling, “No” is a perfectly good answer. You need no excuse.”

“What if I want to soften the blow? Like, sorry, I’m spending my nights tangled in the impossibly high thread-counted sheets of the Prince of Asgard.”

“Is that supposed to convince me it’s a good idea to tell everyone you’ve fallen for my charm?” Loki smirked.

“Please,” you scoffed. “You fell for me first.”

“Exactly. I had to win you over.”

“Well, I didn’t even have to try,” you smirked confidently, surging up to kiss him again. He chuckled against your lips and reached beneath you to snake his hands around your waist before turning and pulling you on top of him.

“One of these days I’ll teach you a lesson for using your allure to steal the last word,” Loki promised, playfully biting at your neck as he skimmed his fingertips once across your sides. You giggled ticklishly and pressed your lips to his to silence him once again.

As much as you wished this didn’t have to be a secret, you wouldn’t trade these nights for the world. Or anything in the other worlds Loki had visited, known, and told you stories about as he‘d absentmindedly drawn patterns into the bare skin of your arms, your back, your belly when you weren’t too sensitive that day to bear it.

The way he spoke to you, touched you, and held you close made you understand, deep down, he did not have reservations for his own sake. You wished you could convince him that your reputation wouldn’t suffer if the others knew about your romance but, as much as Loki trusted you, he didn’t agree with your judgement on this one.

You longed to take his hand during movie nights, give him a kiss goodbye when he saw the team (you) off when you left for a few days, talk to him on the phone openly instead of in hushed whispers in a corner of the jet. But you couldn’t. So you stole glances, moments in shadowed doorways, late nights between his sheets or beside his fireplace as he told you stories and conjured illusions to match.

Trying to focus on the positive, you frequently told yourself it was nice to have something that was only yours. Just between the two of you. If you call it privacy instead of secrecy, and discretion instead of hiding, it almost sounded romantic.

But as the weeks went on you felt that snag of resentment like a small pebble in your shoe. Like you could be hiking the most beautiful mountaintop, but you’d still feel it there. You could be sharing a beautiful moment of vulnerability, but you knew you’d have to hide your loving glow the next day. Blame your blissful happiness on a bath bomb, a face mask, and good night’s sleep.

One morning, now several weeks in, that snag finally caught on something more substantial.

You awoke early in Loki’s bed, crept out of it, then snuck down the hallway to your room. After a quick shower and a rifle through your cabinet, you selected a matching sports set and threw on the skin-hugging shorts and long-sleeved shirt. Knowing you’d be working on sparring techniques today, you kept your clothes to something that couldn’t be easily grabbed.

As you made your way to the gym, half and hour before the rest of the team was due to arrive, you found your jaw and shoulders more tense than usual. Pondering it over as you found your way, you filled your water bottle and took a place on the mat to stretch, you wondered how much longer you could go on like this. It was tiring, it was disheartening, hiding like this. You wished you had someone to talk it over with, then your wish was granted. Somewhat.

“You left early,” Loki commented as he walked into the room, dressed in his own matching sports set, fully covered as usual.

You shrugged and mumbled, “Had to,” as you pulled on your toes to stretch out your hamstring.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m tired.”

“Of?”

Perceptive as ever. You sighed, then met his eye. “Losing an hour of sleep every night because I have to sneak back to my room before anyone else is awake.”

“I’ll come to you then,” he offered, folding his arms. You nodded, then began stretching the other leg. “Darling, I-” He stopped himself mid-sentence when the door swung open, Steve and Nat walking in. She didn’t hide her yawn as she tilted her head in a morning greeting.

“Loki,” Steve nodded. “You joining us?”

“Yeah, are you?” You smiled hopefully up at him, showing him the hidden annoyance in your sleep-deprived glare. “You should.”

He squinted a bit at you, in a questioning glance, before turning to Steve. “Perhaps I’ll be a bystander today, Captain.”

“Well, let me know if you change your mind. I’m sure we could learn a thing or two from you,” he smiled politely and went to fill up his water bottle.

Loki’s head snapped towards where you gave him an innocent shrug. His gaze told you he didn’t appreciate being roped into your training, but Steve was the one who offered, so you didn’t let yourself feel too guilty.

Training went well. You sparred mostly with Nat and Clint, considering their punch wouldn’t crack your sternum if it accidentally connected. Towards the end, Steve pulled you in for a few rounds with him so you could practise fighting against strength-enhanced enemies. There were a few times when his fists came a little too close for comfort and you’d see Loki’s shoulders tense in anticipation, his fists clench in stress as you dodged blow after blow.

Sensing you were finding him perhaps too easy of a challenge, Steve called in Bucky at the very end, once everyone else had gone. If super soldiers’ strength was unmatched it was indiscernibly different, but Bucky‘d had that Russian advantage shared by Nat. Having been specifically trained to be precise and deadly.

Bucky explained a few of the moves he’d long used, and showed you how to dodge those trained similarly to him. You weren’t exactly fighting, more walking through some moves unfamiliar to you. It was helpful.

Loki racked his weights on the other side of the room and watched from the corner of his eye as Bucky clapped you on the shoulder, then you two fist-bumped to thank each other for your time.

“I wouldn’t want to face you in the field,” you smiled.

“I haven’t forgotten the time you took me down,” Bucky raised an eyebrow, then folded his arms with a small smirk, jutting his chin out. “Hey, yeah! You still owe me a rematch.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a look. “What, so I can pin you again? You just showed me all your secrets.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Bucky clicked his tongue and unwrapped the tape from his fists. “Our friend right there gave me some good pointers.” He nodded to where Loki was approaching, having racked his weights.

“You’re not serious,” you laughed, a little nervously.

“Why not?” Bucky shrugged. “If you’re so confident you can pin me, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Scoffing, you folded your arms. “You’re openly declaring you’re going to fight dirty. Using his methods,” you nodded to where Loki stood by the mats, subtly filling him in on what Bucky was proposing.

“What’s this now?” Loki took a small step forwards and your heart pounded in your rib cage. Was this the moment he finally broke? Finally admitted you were together? What better to trigger it than the very real threat of a strong, attractive man wanting to playfully wrestle you.

“After your little demonstration last month, Bucky thinks he can use what you taught him to take me down,” you sniffed, looking over at Loki, a challenge flashing in your eye.

“You gave me such a useful lesson,” Bucky shrugged to Loki, then let his hands slap by his legs. “It’s a shame I haven’t had that rematch.”

Perfect. You thought. This is perfect. Because it’s entirely, one hundred percent, without a doubt, Loki’s fault.

He’s the one who revealed to the team that you were ticklish. He’s the one who did it under the guise of teaching Bucky a lesson in how to read your moves and take you down. He’s the one who wanted to keep your relationship a secret.

And now, here Bucky was, wanting to engage in something that was playful and fun and could be seen as a little flirty, and you didn’t have a good enough excuse to say no. This wasn’t a man asking you out. This wasn’t an easy no. This was a corner Loki had created and you‘d been backed into.

You gave Loki an expectant look, making it clear you were giving him the chance to step in and say he wasn’t comfortable with it, but he gave absolutely no indication he was uncomfortable or unhappy. He looked… indifferent. Almost… smarmy.

“Ooh,” he clicked his tongue. “Brave enough take him up on it, Agent?”

Nearly scoffing, you furrowed your brow at him, at his egging you on, and then relaxed your features into a confident smirk. You could avoid Bucky if you tried really hard. Loki knew that. That must be why he looked so unbothered.

But maybe you’d let yourself get caught today.

Maybe seeing another man’s hands all over you, as innocent as you knew Bucky’s would be, would finally make Loki realise he should drop the secrecy. Was it vindictive? A little. Would it work? Possibly. To you, and your tired brain, it was worth the risk.

“I guess I have no reason to say no,” you conceded, then turned back to Bucky. “Let’s go.”

So there you were, battle-ready, stance strong on the mat as you faced Bucky Barnes. Eyeing his usual weaker points, you knew your method from last time wouldn’t work again; he knew your trick now - you needed another way.

He made an early lunge for you, one that he’d given away with a twist of his foot, one you dodged. Tucking and rolling past his leg, you landed firm on your knees and gave a swift elbow to the back of his thigh before turning on your knelt position, dodging a metal-armed would-be blow and striking at the side of his knee with the heel of your hand. Bucky crumpled, landing on one knee with one fist to the ground.

The easy thing would be to roll to the other side of him, away from the metal arm, but you instead rolled the way his body naturally turned. It was a swift enough move that it wouldn’t have been at all obvious you’d done it knowing it was the riskier play, but it wasn’t good enough to evade a super soldier’s outstretched metal fingers. They closed around your shoulder and pulled you backwards and, losing balance, your back hit the floor. Bucky shifted, twisting to throw a leg over and pin you down, so you threw your own leg up, connecting your foot with the inside of his thigh to shove it off course. It worked, and you rolled away.

But maybe, just maybe, you didn’t pull your planted wrist in as close as you usually would’ve taken the care to do. So maybe it was a fake gasp of surprise when Bucky’s metal fist closed around it and began dragging you back towards him. Scrambling up to your backside, he kept sliding you forward as if you weighed nothing at all, even as you kicked out at him. Trying a hand at twisting your wrist in a classic self-defence escape, you found the metal to obviously be far less forgiving than skin. He’d caught you.

“Shit,” you seethed, wincing as you grappled with your other three limbs against his. There wasn’t much you could do now that he’d pulled you closer. There wasn’t enough space to evade his other hand, especially now that he knew Loki’s methods. Holding your other wrist as far from him as you could, you shoved your heel against his shoulder, and he responded with jamming his wiggling fingers under the arm of the wrist he was trying to grab. You twitched and spluttered some giggles, trying to stop your arm from flying down to protect itself, but it clamped to your side and Bucky grabbed your wrist as you growled in frustration. He transferred it to his metal fist, with your other hand, and then grabbed at your hip to shift you to a position where he could throw a leg over and straddle your waist.

“Very useful information, thank you,” Bucky smirked to Loki, who you hadn’t looked at for the duration of this scuffle.

“Congratulations, Barnes. You finally caught the slippery little spy. Well done.”

You had to stop yourself from smirking as Bucky wrestled your wrists to be pinned just above your head. There was a finality in Loki’s voice, a signal that Bucky was done now, but it was a signal that Bucky himself hadn’t quite picked up on. You grunted and strained against the weight of the soldier across your waist. “Oh, come on,” you muttered, digging your heels into the mat, failing to gain traction. “Alright, get it over with,” you winced, then shot a look to Loki to gauge his reaction to your predicament.

His eyes were dark with a jealous fury, lips curled in a sneer of distaste at the sight of another man‘s body so close to you. Loki’s glare settled on your face. You gestured with your eyes, up to where Bucky was settling his grip and chuckling at his position, daring Loki to step in to stop this if he so pleased.

Unfortunately, you let a small victorious smirk slip, and you knew immediately Loki noticed it.

You saw your Asgardian Prince stick his tongue against the inside of his cheek and unfold his arms, standing up straight before bearing a mischievous look down to you. You felt your eyebrows knit together in confusion. This look wasn’t what you expected.

“It’s a shame, Barnes,” Loki drawled, nodding to how Bucky had subdued you. “Wasting a perfectly good hand like that.”

Shifting under Bucky’s weight, you almost stammered as you tried putting the pieces together of what Loki was insinuating with his smirk. With his words.

“Gotta keep her still somehow,” Bucky shrugged before placing a hand against your side. You flinched and bit back a giggle, willing yourself to wait at least until he’d actually started.

“Hmm, yes. A squirmer, this one,” Loki chuckled, taking slow steps over to where the super soldier had you pinned. Your breath hitched in your throat as Bucky cast his gaze up to Loki, the soldier’s brooding confusion replaced by a playful deviousness when Loki elaborated, “You’ll need an unforgiving grasp to keep her down.”

“Are you offering your services?”

“L-Loki, don’t,” you winced.

Loki ducked his head to the side in a simple nod, ignoring you completely, “Should you choose to accept them.”

“Be my guest,” Bucky motioned to your hands, which you were now fighting much harder to free. Loki knelt above your head, ignoring your protests, and his fingers closed around the middles of your forearms.

“W-wahait,” you giggled despite yourself. “Wait!” You squeaked, again despite yourself, having not even been tickled yet. “This isn’t fair!”

“Forgetting so soon, Agent?” Loki tutted, an unapologetic smirk playing on his perfect lips. “Anything that incapacitates your opponent is fair.”

As you struggled to stammer, squirm, and collect yourself, Loki addressed Bucky. “If you’d like to get straight to it, might I suggest…” Loki wore a pondering look, then glanced down at you. You shook your head and plead with your eyes, which flashing with betrayal. Loki simply squeezed your arms to indicate he’d be showing no mercy just yet. “Under the arms would be a fantastic place to start.”

“Loki!” You scolded, feeling a blush come to your cheeks at him offering you up like this.

“You submitted to a fight with Barnes knowing full well the methods he would employ,” Loki taunted. “You asked for this… Agent.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but your first words were simply bubbling laughter when Bucky’s wiggling fingers met the smooth elasticised fabric clinging to the skin of your underarms. Erupting into desperate giggles, you struggled underneath the impossible strength of Loki and Bucky. “Nononono BUCK!” You squeaked, lifting your head and letting it fall back again as he wiggled his fingers in deeper, sending you into an eye-closing cackle.

“Quite fun, wouldn’t you agree?” Loki spoke to Bucky.

“Worth getting floored to teach her a lesson,” Bucky smirked, tickling his fingers down to claw at your lower ribs. You shrieked again and thrashed against Loki’s grasp, slamming your heels into the mat, desperate to find a way to throw him off as he made quick work of wiggling and scratching his fingers into the gaps between your ribs.

“She’ll try twisting beneath you in what seems to be a desperate attempt to escape, but she’s merely attempting to protect her stomach. Try there next.”

“LOKIHI!” You yelled out, whined, and pressed your head further into the mat. Bucky’s fluttering fingers found the very centre of your belly, all ten scratching at the sensitive skin, pulling higher-pitched laughter from you.

“There was one spot…” Loki pondered, then moved your hands around to put both wrists in a one-handed grasp.

“N-nuh-no,” You snivelled, still squirming from Bucky’s tickling, trying to hold in your gasps of laughter. Loki’s looming form leaned over you, and you suddenly felt his five fingers sweep over the hypersensitive patch of skin just above your hip. “NO NOHO!” You shrieked and pulled hard on your wrists, bucking as best you could beneath your friend who’d pinned you, and your traitorous lover who was having too much fun turning the tables of your little attempted lesson. “Oho my gohod,” you spluttered and hiccoughed through your loud laughter.

Loki sat back and return to pinning one of your wrists in each of his hands, watching as Bucky exploited the spot on both sides of your lower belly, sending you into a breathless silent laughter almost immediately. The two men laughed at your rosy-cheeked reaction and the silent squeaks escaping your lips. Once Bucky saw that particular method was far too effective, he relented by digging all ten fingers into your belly and vibrating them harshly for several seconds as you released your pent-up energy in an explosive round of hard laughter. Then, he paused.

You gulped air into your lungs, released the residual giggles in you and whimpered as you pulled against Loki’s hands around your arms.

“You have some good intel,” Bucky smirked at Loki. “Where‘s she most ticklish?”

Loki chuckled, but you could see the subtle way his jaw tensed when Bucky asked. For a moment, your heart swelled in hope as you wondered if that question was the last straw to get Loki to finally have enough of Bucky’s little game with you. Holding your breath, you wondered if he was going to give up that wretched spot on the backs of your ribs.

He answered. He lied.

“Her feet. Do the honours, Barnes.”

“WAIT, NO!” You yelped and struggled as Bucky swung his leg off your waist and Loki grappled with you to pull you in a sitting-up position with your back against his chest. He kept a firm hold of your wrists, wrapping his arms and your own arms around you to keep your hands pinned by your hips. “B-Buck! Plehease!” You snivelled as Bucky locked your feet in his elbow and began loosening your shoelaces.

Loki’s malicious chuckle filled your ear and you shivered from his proximity. Blushing profusely as you continued struggling, you turned your face to mumble through gritted teeth, “You’re a damned liar.”

He scoffed. “You should be thanking me for not giving you up like that,” he whispered with a grin audible in his voice.

“Showing mercy now?” You winced again as Bucky slipped one shoe off.

“Hmm, no. Rather, keeping it for myself,” Loki teased. You felt your ears go hot with the threat. “Rest assured, my love, we’ll be finishing this later. Just you and I.”

“L-Loki,” you choked out, flustered beyond measure.

“You better sell my lie, little spy,” he chuckled as he watched Barnes remove your other shoe. “Lest I find the need to subtly exploit that delectable spot at the same time. To make it believable.” In a dastardly move, he released your wrists, slid his hands around and up your sides, and placed his fingertips against the hyper-ticklish spots on the back of your ribs, prepared to follow through on his threats.

“N-noho,” you sniffed, struggling against both captors. Loki’d spun a convincing half-truth, considering your feet were unbelievably ticklish, but not as much as some of the places Bucky had already tried.

You’d have to sell it, and sell it well.

So when Bucky began dusting his fingertips over the soles of your trapped feet, you yelled out and threw yourself further back into Loki’s chest, tugging on your ankles in the metal-armed lock. “BUCK!” You screamed out, adding some extra volume to your laughter. The super soldier laughed, threw you a wink then turned his back to continue his torment.

Loki pressed his lips right against your ear and warned, teasing insufferably, “Careful not to overdo it, love.” Then gave the smallest warning scratch of his fingers against your ribs, sending you jolting and squealing.

“Woah-ho!” Bucky laughed again and then looked at Loki. “You weren’t kidding.”

“L-Loki,” you snivelled through your laughter, trying to subtly address only him as Bucky scratched harshly at the very centre of your foot.

“You’re not selling it,” he taunted in a sing-song whisper. “I suppose you‘ve never been so great, fighting with matters such as these…” The way his voice trailed off made you redouble your efforts, knowing he was on the cusp of making this whole thing a lot worse. So you exploded again in laughter and screamed out when Bucky tickled at the inner arches of your feet. “Good girl,” Loki chuckled in a low rasp, nearly nipping at your earlobe. “Trying so hard, aren’t you?”

“P-plehease,” you tried to whisper to him through your half-acting.

“You did this to yourself. Not worth throwing the fight, was it?”

Unwilling to argue in such a position, you shook your head, letting yourself roar in laughter again as Bucky’s fingers fluttered against the outer edge of your foot.

“And all to invoke my jealous rage,” he sighed dramatically, as much as he could through a whisper. “Who would I be, to let that stand?”

You thrashed harder, feeling your face heat up dangerously warm as Loki’s intentions slowly sunk in. “NOHOHO!” You yelled, more to Loki than to Bucky.

“The toes, Barnes,” Loki called to him, squeezing you tighter and readying his fingers. “You’ll be simply delighted at the reaction.”

Bucky turned to look back at you and you shook your head, silently pleading for him not to, but Loki nodded to him and Bucky turned around once more. The second Loki saw Bucky’s pinching fingers meet the top of your sock, he sprang his fingers into action against the deathly ticklish spot on the back of your ribs.

You never would‘ve assumed you’d have much chance fighting against against both a demigod‘s and a super soldier‘s strength at the same time, but you seemed to shock all three of you by just how hard you thrashed. So much so, they both laughed in surprise and had to adjust their grip you’d managed to twist yourself in.

“Ohoho!” Bucky grinned, nipping his fingers at each of your toes, assuming he was the only reason you were fighting for your life. Little did he know, Loki’s deft fingertips were making quick work of finding their favourite sensitive spots on the backs of your ribs. In order to conceal his movements, he chose his spots and wiggled his fingers deep, drilling little circles, knowing full well it would undo you completely before too long.

You shrieked with loud giggles before falling into a desperate squealing belly-laughter, tears of mirth immediately beginning to pool in your eyes as you fought valiantly against your captors. Hiccuping for air through your screeches, through the boisterous laughter ripping from your throat, your lips failed to form any sort of words to beg, to yield, to surrender.

Bucky wormed his fingers beneath your toes at the same time Loki raked his fingertips over the length of that sensitive spot, and it nearly broke you. You jolted hard, once, screaming out, then your laughter fell completely silent.

Laughing yourself silly, you surrendered to the most ticklish sensation you’d ever been subjected to, allowing your body to relax into the forced laughter much as you had the first time Loki had ever discovered that most ticklish spot. So you went a little limp, weakly writhing with silent laughter. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your body instinctively tensed and hiccupped with their fingers against your most ticklish places.

Finally, you managed to weakly tap against Loki’s forearm and gasp for air, and he finally stopped. “Perhaps enough now, Barnes,” he chuckled. Through your opening and closing eyes, you caught the warm glow in his eyes. You caught the way he couldn’t help but grin as he saw you so deliriously tickled-out, knowing how much fun you found this overwhelming game.

“So, I win. Now, and forever,” Bucky smirked, releasing your feet, blissfully unaware Loki’d been doing the heavy lifting of your torment. Watching Bucky’s face morph from playfulness to a more casual friend you were used to, a small smile tugged at his lips when he caught Loki’s adoring gaze, and the way the Asgardian made no effort to remove his arms from around you. Bringing yourself to subtly remind Loki that he wanted keep this under wraps, you regretfully made to sit up and free yourself from his muscular arms.

Bucky cleared his throat and looked up with a small, sly, but genuine, smile. “You two look happy,” he nodded, standing to his feet and dusting off his pants.

“O-oh, no we’re not a-”

“We are. Very happy.” The sweet words rumbled through Loki’s chest and into your back as he squeezed you affectionately before loosening his grip. You turned to look at him with a questioning gaze, trying to ask what the hell changed between five minutes ago and now. He ran a soothing hand from your shoulder to your wrist, then wrapped his fingers through yours, pulling your hand up for a tender kiss. A confused and overjoyed smile twitched at your lips as Bucky took his exit, leaving you two alone.

“Loki,” you sighed, but grinned. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Quite the contrary. You deserved to be taught a lesson.”

“Not that,” you playfully glared. “You know what I mean,” you sighed again, turning to lovingly squeeze his leg.

“I only wanted to protect you,” Loki promised earnestly. “But if you’re willing to subject yourself to such torture at an attempt to force my hand-”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Thrown the fight?” Loki called you out. “The lengths you would go to are valiant,” Loki chuckled, bringing a hand up to swipe at your cheek. “I’m honoured you’d fight so hard to make our love known. Perhaps I was…”

“Foolish?”

“Stubborn.”

“Afraid?”

“Protective.”

“Scar-”

“Love, I have no reservations with tickling you to tears twice in one day,” he warned, then placed a kiss on your blushing lips.

“One of these days I’ll teach you a lesson for using the threat of tickling to get the last word,” you challenged with a coy smile. He chuckled and leaned in for another kiss.

“I know that look in your eye,” he smiled, catching your gaze. It was amazing how his piercing look still made your heart flutter, even after being so acquainted with it. “To the kitchen with you. It’s time for coffee.” You smiled back and allowed him to help you to your feet.

Discussing the meeting coming up in a few hours, you shared theories on what the next big mission might be. It was easy to fall into the casual friend stance as you walked with him down the hallway, since you were so used to concealing how much you wanted to pull him into an empty closet and kiss him senseless. So perhaps that’s why you audibly gasped when he slipped his fingers through yours and pulled you a little closer to him right before you two walked into the occupied kitchen.

Smiling happily, biting your lip, you felt the excited heat prickle at your cheeks as you wished another good morning to a freshly showered Steve, Nat and Wanda.

“Your usual, love?” Loki smiled down at you, a hint of a smirk from how pleased he was to see you so bashful. You nodded, then he kissed your hand before releasing it.

Nat smirked into her mug, mumbling something that sounded like finally, but you got into interrogating Steve about the purpose of the meeting before anyone’s surprise (or lack there of) could be explicitly articulated.

Loki was back by your side soon, one hand at the small of your back, the other handing you the strong aromatic brew. “Careful, darling,” he mumbled, making sure to pass it to you so you could grab the handle and not the hot ceramic. “Captain, must this be such a secret?” He tutted. “We’ll all find out soon enough.”

“Hmm,” you fought a grin, shooting a wink up to Loki, letting him know what a hypocrite he was. He gave you a playful glare before bumping his eyebrows and turning back to the conversation.

“Exactly,” Steve shrugged, then sipped at his coffee. “A little patience, maybe?”

As the four of you good-naturedly argued with Steve, Loki’s hand shifted from your back to your side, then to your hip, up to squeeze fondly at the back of your neck, anywhere appropriate it could find.

You knew Loki might make you pay for that cheeky look when he had you alone later - you hadn’t forgotten that he promised to finish you off when it was just the two of you. But you also hadn’t forgotten those words he’d so casually slipped in.

I’m honoured you’d fight so hard to make our love known.

Love.

A blush came to your cheeks just thinking about it, so you settled yourself to be pressed a little more comfortably into his side as he backed up Natasha arguing with Steve, grinning and joking with them all as you finished the last of the coffee he’d so kindly made for you.

Maybe you’d miss those late night rendezvous, the sneaking in and out of his sheets, the secret looks and glances. But it was worth it to see him here, like this, joking with the team he was finally beginning to trust.

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salute-the-dead · 4 years ago

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A List of My OTPs

because it's 11 and I can't sleep.

Enjolras x Grantaire a.k.a. Enjoltaire a.k.a. ExR- Les Mis

How I fell into this I don't remember now. I vaguely remember reading a crackfic of this and then everything just went sideways.

This was also the fandom that helped me realize that I wasn't exactly straight and that it's okay to not be loud about my sexuality, that I can just be.

I think that explains my attachment to this ship, not to mention just the movie's Grantaire (played by George Blagden) also shipped the characters and played his character like how he thought it should be, Grantaire loving and pining after Enjolras without the revolutionary knowing it.

Except in the fan fics, Enjolras returns his feelings and they work it out, even though it's not easy because they're both stubborn as mules. Ah, ultimate fantasy I guess. And the number of great fics here, *whistle*

Also, the Les Amis? Is amazing? Especially in the modern AUs? Like they're great friends? I love this fandom so much! Permets-tu!

Shen Wei x Zhao Yunlan - Guardian / Zhen Hun

C'mon, Zhu Yilong & Bai Yu's performance and emotions? Plus just the fact the fanfic writers of this ship are absolutely amazing? Please, escape from this pairing is impossible!

Best opposites attract trope for me. An academic by day, superhero by night in love with a roguish police chief who has no powers but whose charisma, wit, and heart can get him to toe to toe with the legends.

Also, Professor Shen Wei constantly acting like an innocent civilian and lying badly? Gold!

Loki x Tony Stark a.k.a. FrostIron - Avengers

How did I honestly get to this ship? I really can't remember what started it all. I think it must have been a Loki redemption fic where Tony Stark and Pepper broke up and something something happened. Let me tell you, the writers of this ship have written sagas and ballads of epic and sometimes confusing proportions, and that is why I fell deeper into the pit. I mean, they gotta give justice to two brilliant but chaotic characters, right? Angst. This ship has sooooooooo much angst.

Eiji x Ash - Banana Fish

My god, if you want to keep your heart intact and not be reminded of all that's ugly in the world, DON'T WATCH OR READ BANANA FISH. YOUR HEART WILL NEVER HEAL!

If you're gonna watch/read it anyway, make sure to watch something fluffy and sweet after. There's a reason that people from this fandom go, "If you've seen Banana Fish's ending, then you can handle whatever angsty show you're watching now." ~ or something to that effect. Another thing we like to say in this fandom is, "Other fandoms: Let's write a Mafia AU! Banana Fish fandom: We are the Mafia AU." Yes, all of us in this fandom is dramatic af.

Yuuri x Viktor - Yuuri!!! on Ice

Uh, does this really need an explanation? Aside from the fact that you will surprisingly find a lot of Mafia AUs here because we all know that hiding behind that beautiful face of Viktor Nikiforov is a devil capable of... tearing down your self-confidence, like WTF Viktor, don't make Yuuri cry! Also, their dance together at the end, such beautiful love.

Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood aka Malec - Shadowhunters

I never read the books and have no plans to in the near future. I just saw a video on Youtube about why Malec is life and now here I am, still reading some Malec fics from time to time.

Some stuff on the show were WTF but overall they were a really good couple who supported each other. Plus, they're a Power Couple.

Erwin x Levi aka Eruri - Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin

Not to be confused with Ereri, which is Eren x Levi, which I don't generally ship except for that one time when a writer wrote an epic fanfic series with Eren in his mid 20s and Levi in his late 20s/early 30s, reincarnation AU. Boy was that one a surprise. I did not expect that.

Anyway, I'm an Eruri fan through and through. Especially with that promise that Levi made to Erwin. And the reason he gave the serum to Armin. HE DIDN'T DO IT FOR THE KIDS YKNOW. HE DID IT FOR ERWIN. Plus, Levi, Erwin, and Hange are my special trio. Erwin's batch was really amazing.

Also, I really like the fact that the shorter and slighter person is the more badass fighter while the taller, bigger one is the more calculating and strategic one. Rocks the boat of stereotypes and all that. Bonus: how these two met. My god, what a meet-cute! 😂

Dani x Jamie aka The Au Pair and the Gardener - The Haunting of Bly Manor

It really is more of a love story than a ghost story. I dunno how to feel about this. I loved these two characters so much and I wished they had a better ending but I wasn't SO surprised because it was a horror series (Like, I was still hoping at the end that they'd be together forever but yknow...). In any case, Jamie was just awesome. And her nickname for Dani? Poppins?! God, what a lover and fighter. She was not afraid to cock a gun in a ghost's face.

... and now for my flexible BROTPs

Merlin x Arthur aka Merthur - BBC Merlin

Yeah, my brain is so chaotic multiple OTPs and BROTPs of the same pairing exist at the same time without clashing with one another or having major identity crises.

I actually really like BROTP Merlin and Arthur and also like reading OTP Merthur.

And when Merlin is paired with Morgana or Freya or sometimes even Gwaine, that's fine with me too. As long as his bromance with Arthur stays intact, because that's what drew me to the show in the first place. Personal preference. I see them as platonic soulmates.

*Shout-out to the Merthur writers though, you kept me sane during my "Post-Merlin Depression," which is actually a term thrown around in the fandom because of that horrid final season (not saying it's a good term but it's what it was called). A lot of amazing fics here, too, both Magic Reveal and Modern AU ones. Full of action and adventure too! I mean, there are boy-band-looking Knights and magic-wielding badasses!

Tim Drake x Conner Kent/Kon-El aka Red Robin x Super Boy - DC Comics

More like flexible otp. I dig Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake BUT I really really also dig Tim Drake and Conner Kent. When they're TimKon, it's like an entirely different entity from TimSteph. Ugh, hard to explain.

I mean, Kon telling Tim, "You'll always be my Robin" and Tim telling Kon, "And you'll always be my clone boy" is the shit. Also when Kon could pick out/recognize Tim's heartbeat. And when Tim nearly went mad scientist trying to bring his bestie back. Like, dudes, wtf. And at the same time, hell yeah.

Liu Kang x Kung Lao aka LiuLao - Mortal Kombat

- I see these two as more like ride or die best friends connected by fate/platonic soulmates. But also like their dynamic is so awesome, cute, sweet, badass, can't-live-without-you vibes.

Basically the same way I feel about Merthur. I like reading both romantic and platonic relationships between these two characters. Like, the LiuLao fan creators peeling off the layers of this relationship and exposing every raw nerve is beautiful.

They love diving into the characters' psyche, emotions, motivations, fears, and doubts and you get really amazed because... Aren't they just characters from a video game, you ask? Well yeah, but MK video game has several interesting storylines and the Mortal Kombat 2021 movie was just the perfect jumpstarter to this beautiful blaze.

I mean, "We swore that if we were to die, it would be together"? Hell no, you're not dropping that on us and not expecting us to create our very own spin-offs and 12-page essays on that shit. That's what we fans do, baby. And also, really, we need a shaolin monks/white lotus spin-off/prequel. We're starving here.

As this ship is the newest one on my list, it's the one I'm looking forward to the most. Not enough fan content, I tell you. Not enough. One of these days, I just might add my own.

But right now, it's past 1 and so I shall attempt to sleep.

***No images for TimKon and LiuLao coz apparently I've gone past my 10-images allowance 😤

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redstarwriting · 6 years ago

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Just Call Clint

Avengers x Sick!Reader

Request(s): “Sorry to annoy you, but could you write one where the reader is sick? Thank you!” & “Hello! Could I request a platonic fic where reader is sick and the Avengers are freaking out? Thank you!"

Word Count: 1,294

Genre: Comedy, all platonic

Warnings: Sickness, the flu, throwing up, some swear words, Avengers banter, BIG confusion

A/N: I feel like this gif perfectly captures the amount of “IDK WHAT I’m DOING” for both parties in this lol. Also you’re never going to annoy me with a request Anon! I like writing what other people want so don’t ever thing you’re annoying me! Also these two requests were super similar, so I just combined them. If you’d want me to do the reader is sick romantically then I’ll do that for sure! Also, sorry I’m getting all these out so slow, I’ve just been busy with my art stuff. I got a commission and it’s gonna be super tedious, so that’s why I’ve been MIA for the past like week? I don’t know I’m just really sorry lol. I’ll get more requests out as soon as I can! I hope you enjoy this confused Avengers imagine hehe!

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“So, this is what dying feels like,” you mumble, rolling over to grab a tissue from your bedside table. You were lying in your bed, tissues literally everywhere, cocooned in your comforter and two other blankets. You thought it was strange that it was so cold in the compound last night, but now you just know it’s because you’re infected with something. You think it’s just a cold at first, because your nose is runny, and your throat feels scratchy and you have this vague headache that gets increasingly worse every time you cough or sneeze. You’ve been in bed ever since you woke up about three hours ago, and at this point it was unusual for the other Avengers to not see you out and about, eating breakfast and constantly tormenting them. They figured you just stayed up too late training or something like that, but they’re sadly mistaken.

You decide it’s about time you get up and go make yourself some tea or coffee to try and soothe your dying throat, but the moment you stand up, you instantly get hit with nausea. You literally sprint to the bathroom, unintentionally pushing Peter out of your way to get there. You luckily get there in time, but unluckily, Peter yelled, causing Tony to run to where he was, where he proceeded to hear you rejecting any and all food you had previously consumed. Now you know this isn’t a cold, but it is instead the flu. Wonderful. Tony gingerly makes his way to the bathroom, peeking in to see you hunched over, too weak to even stand up. “You’re sick.”

“Thanks, didn’t notice.” “Still sassy I see.”

“Learned from the be–“

Before you finish your sentence, you’re back to the worst part of any sickness. Tony looks at Peter, who made his way over to where the two of you were, mouthing “What do we do?” Peter only shrugs, and Tony looks at you then at Peter with a panicked expression. “Is the over glorified wizard here? He’s a doctor, right?”

“Yeah, he’s visiting because Thor and Loki came here, and he wants to make sure Loki isn’t planning to overthrow our planet… again.”

“Great! Let’s go get him,” Tony says, basically sprinting out to the common area where everyone was. “Hey, Wizard Boy–“

“I’m not a wizard–“

“Yeah, you are but more importantly, (Y/N) is throwing up in the bathroom and we need a doctor.”

“I was a brain surgeon, Stark. I don’t know how to deal with someone throwing up.” Tony stares at him for a minute before saying, “You went to medical school, how do you not know how to deal with someone sick?”

“Again, I was a surgeon.”

“What’s all this about Lady (Y/N)?” Thor butts in, a grin on his face. “Well, (Y/N)’s throwing up and apparently no one here knows what to do,” Peter says, and Thor points at Strange. “What about Doctor uhhhh… Abnormal…?’

“Strange!” Stephen practically yells. “Ah, yes. Strange. I’ll try to remember that. Strange.”

“Has she been poisoned, by chance?” Loki asks, looking a little too happy about that scenario. “Loki, did you poison Lady (Y/N)?!” his brother asks in disbelief. “No! I just wanted to know if her symptoms match someone who has been poisoned!”

“Brother, I told you multiple times the only one you should be poisoning is me! And even I do not like it!”

“Listen, Thor, I didn’t poison-”

“Okay, seriously, you guys. How can we help her?” Tony says, interrupting the quarreling brothers. “Did she eat something bad last night?” Natasha suggests, joining the conversation. “She didn’t eat last night. She said she wasn’t hungry,” Steve reminds Nat. “Well now we know why,” Tony says. They all stare at each other, waiting for someone to suggest something, when you slowly walk into the room. They all look over at you, and you wave at them weakly. “Hi guys, I’m gonna go to the-”

“No, you are not leaving. You’re too sick to leave,” Tony says. “But I-”

“I would have to agree with Stark, Lady (Y/N). You look like an enemy I have killed on the battlefield,” Thor says, and Nat hits him, and Thor immediately knows what he did wrong upon seeing her face. “I mean, one of the prettier ones of course! Not the ones that are all cut up and disgusting looking! You’d be the most attractive dead body.”

“Thank you...?” you mumble, then go into a coughing fit. You immediately sit down, even though there are no chairs where you are, so you literally just plop down onto the floor. They all look at you, and you’re now shivering on the floor. Steve grabs a blanket from the couch and takes it over to you, wrapping it around your shoulders. “Thank you, Steve” you say, sniffing and pulling it tighter around you. At this point, Bucky and Sam also enter the space, the two in a heated argument about... something. However, you’re too tired and your head hurts too much to even ask what they’re even talking about. “Look, I’m not saying you’re stupid for thinking that, but you’re an idiot, Wilson.”

“Listen Barnes, I’m not going to stand for this slander, okay? I literally saw your tears last ni– hey (Y/N), why are you shivering on the floor?”

“She’s sick,” Steve informs them. Bucky and Sam look at you and then the rest of the Avengers. “So why the hell is she on the floor and not at the doctor?” Sam asks. “Wait, you’re a doctor, right?” Bucky asks Stephen who then sighs again. “Like I said countless of times before this. I was a surgeon. I can’t prescribe her any medicine or anything like that, just take her to a physician.”

“What physician?!”

“Any physician! There are so many in this city just take her to one before her condition gets worse!” “We are in New York Strange, there’s physicians everywhere! How am I supposed to know who the good ones are?!”

“Hey,” you mumble, but it’s really quiet and no one can hear you, so you try again. And again. Until you just had enough of Tony and Stephen hurling insults at each other. “HEY!”

They stop talking, and everyone looks over at you. “I just need rest.”

“You need medicine,” Stephen says, and you glare at him. “WHAT MEDICINE DO I HAVE HARRY POTTER? I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!”

They all exchange glances with each other before looking back at you. “Okay… well we’ll call and get you some medicine but what can we do to make you more comfortable?” Tony asks and you groan, slowly standing. “Just let me sleep in peace. Please.”

You start walking back to your room, eager to lay down and go to sleep. “Are you sure we can’t get you anything to eat or-”

You turn around pretty fast, and it makes you a little nauseous, but you hold on. “Clint has three kids.”

“Yeah-”

“If you have any questions, just ask him. Or even better, call him and tell him to get his ass over here because apparently out of all you geniuses, none of you know how sickness works even though it is literally not remotely hard! Jesus have any of you ever had the flu?! Ugh, never mind, my head is killing me and if I keep standing, I’m going to pass out so, please! Just. Call. Clint!” You shuffle your way back to your room, closing the door and burrowing yourself under the covers, immediately falling asleep. When you wake up a few hours later, there’s a tray with just soup broth and hot tea sitting on your bedside table. You grin. They called Clint.

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icarusinstatic · 4 years ago

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Episode 5 thoughts 💭 in no particular order (almost a week late lmao)

Edited because I figured out how to do a read more on mobile ftw

I really love the opening shot of the TVA starting upside down then slowly panning in a circle to finally be right side up. Love that for the cinematographer and love that for us.

Throg my beloved I really wanted the Loki’s fighting to somehow free you and mew-mew from your prison. Ah at least there’s fanfic for that.

Sylvie was a mood this episode. I didn’t expect her to self prune, but as she knew she wasn’t killing herself I can see where she was coming from. Loki’s survive and she saw that as her best chance to not only survive but to find Loki and discover who is behind the TVA

Also the that shot where she self pruned was amazing. Chef’s 💋

Speaking of Sylvie the team up with Mobius was unexpectedly organic. I expected there to be a bit more tension than we got, but Mobius’s dad-mode was on and kind of great.

I want to read all the fic about that car ride tho. Mobius had to have brought up his theory about what caused the Nexus event on Lamentis. And Sylvie probably asked him wtf he was on. Loki and her being in love with each other? Are you high Mobius? Or just jealous?

Also I absolutely got Sylvie ships Lokius vibes the whole dang time. And now I need to read the fic where Sylvie gives Mobius a very awkward but threatening shovel talk.

Sylvie about Loki:

I gotta admit Marvel has got me curious about Renslayer and I wonder how close MCU and comic canon are going to be.

I kind of think she’s been a little mind wiped, but she could also be a Renslayer variant and Kang is with his “Sacred Timeline” version of her.

One thing is for certain I am absolutely certain she’s going to make it out of the season alive and that she’s set up to become a great antagonist in her own right. And I’m excited for it.

Annual note to say that my boy Casey still doesn’t know what a fish is. ☹️

I know that technically he’s an alligator but he’s still Croki in my heart.

Also it would be hilarious if he was actually a Thor variant but he hid as Croki to be able to hang out with as many versions of his sibling as he could. I think it would be a very Thor thing to do tbh.

Someone already wrote Croki as Thor fic, go read it.

Classic Loki was a treat tbh. Richards E Grant was cast perfectly and I really want to see more of his Loki. And I don’t think he’s dead.

The way he missed Thor and his home on Asgard. I bet he used to recreate Asgard all the time when he was hiding out in self imposed exile. 😭😭😭😭

The way that Kid Loki and Classic Loki seem to be the closest to each other. Both obviously miss their brother and while Kid Loki is King I feel like it’s because he doesn’t truly want the throne, which makes him the best person to have it. If you know what I mean.

Those two probably were expecting to be betrayed by Boastful, but were sill unimpressed to be proven right.

As for Boastful Loki — I wish we had gotten to see more from him. Like yeah we got more of him than President Loki, but I would have loved to see two episodes with Boastful traveling with our Loki and the group. I want to be able to fall in love with his take on being a Loki and then I want the surprise but not of all the Loki’s betraying each other. It would have added to the dramatic tension of the story and further highlighted our Loki’s disappointment in that character trait in himself.

I am also super disappointed that Mobius wasn’t in that scene. Him watching Loki watch his variants betray each other would have sure been something.

Also Sylvie’s reaction of complete Wtf would have been a goldmine.

That Sylvie & Loki scene sure was a thing, but I’m choosing and have almost convinced myself to see it platonically. The way that both Sylvie and Loki called themselves part of the same person the whole episode gives me hope.

I also want to the the dumpster fire that is President Loki again. We barely got to see him and I already know he’s more chaotic than our Loki ever was.

Lokius hug. They did the thing?!?!

Ah we were well fed by that hug. But I still want more and I may be clowning but I really think we’ll see Loki and Mobius interact again before the end of the next episode. 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

This is getting long but I got to call out my bestie Loki. I’m pretty sure he didn’t fully stay with Sylvie out of loyalty but because he doesn’t fully trust her. Also his curiosity must be killing him tbh. I think what Loki wants is three-fold:

He wants to know who or what is behind the TVA

He wants to support Sylvie but also make sure that she’s not going to screw over Mobius and the other TVA variants. Loki’s got an emotional stake in this and while I think he genuinely likes Sylvie and can appreciate how awesome she is. He hasn’t forgotten that she’s a Loki variant and as we saw this episode Loki’s stab each other in the back to get what they want.

He mentioned in episode 3 about a power vacuum if someone took down the time keepers and I bet he wants to see the shape of everything before he fully decides what to do about that potential vacuum

What I’m saying I guess is, I think things have the potential to get very messy in the finale.

#lokius #kid loki #boastful loki #classic loki #president loki #Loki #mobius m. mobius #sylvie laufeydottir #episode reaction #how does one do a #read more on the #mobile app

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bebx · 4 years ago

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Now, this could just be me but this whole Mr.Tesseract thing is giving me flashbacks to Gravity Falls Bill Cypher and I could be wrong but this feels like a reskin of Bill. Not saying I hate it I'm just saying history might be repeating itself and I don't know how to feel about it. At this point, all I see is.

Dilf^2(Lighting McQueen+Bill Cypher)+ all blue rubrics cube= Mr.Tesseract

You know what I sort of like it now that I did the math but what do you think?

***A little background for those who don’t know who Mister Tesseract is, because I’ve been asked about it before so I thought I’d put it here too, to avoid any confusion.

Basically Mister Tesseract is Mobius’s nickname in the comics, though I’m not a hundred percent sure about this because I’m honestly not a comic geek, but that’s what I’ve learned. And lately it’s become a popular headcanon within the Mobius fandom that Mobius possessed the power of the Tesseract, thus he became this powerful being called Mister Tesseract. Though he may or may not get corrupted by it in the progress.

And to make it more angsty, Loki is the one who’s trying to get a corrupted, powerful Mobius to remember him. So there’s that.

That being said, I must confess I’m not really in the Gravity Falls fandom and haven’t actually seen much of it, so I’m afraid I don’t have enough knowledge about the show to have an opinion about the similarities between Bill Cipher and Mobius? Except for that Bill kind of reminded me of Miss Minutes? Which I suppose is irrelevant to your ask.

Though I do have opinions on Mister Tesseract being canon in the MCU, and I think there’re possibilities. Not likely, but there’re still possibilities. Mobius somehow getting himself exposed to the Tesseract, and not only did he possess its power but he also got corrupted by it. Thus the beginning of Mister Tesseract.

And Mister Tesseract may not be the same kind and gentle Mobius Loki knows at all. So it’s up to Loki to stop this powerful being before it’s too late. But the problem is that, Mister Tesseract is — to Loki — still Mobius. He wears Mobius’s face. He is still the man Loki came to love (whether it be platonically or romantically) and Loki can’t actually hurt him.

He wants his Mobius back and he has no idea if his Mobius is still somewhere, inside this powerful being that’s destroying the universe, or if he’s already gone. Still Loki has to believe he’s not too far gone, that he can still save his Mobius.

And I think that would be one hell of an epic plot I’d love to see. Obviously if it were to be canon (I personally doubt it’d be, though there’re always possibilities) I’d hope for an eventual happy ending for both Loki and his Mobius.

Or, I don’t know, maybe someone could write a fic about it? 👀

#my inbox is open #loki series #mobius #loki #lokius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #mister tesseract #marvel #avengers #mcu #mr tesseract #loki x mobius

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gffa · 5 years ago

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For the fanfic ask: 7,9 and 19

7: would you rather read a plot-focused fic or pwp? LOL, HIT ME WHERE IT HURTS WITH THIS IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE. It depends on what I’ve been reading more of lately or, honestly, what there’s been more of a dearth of lately. I think if you asked me, “Which could you make a fandom out of one of them, but not the other?” I would have to say I need plot-focused fic more than I need pwp. I can’t truly get invested in fic fandom unless there are authors exploring these amazing plot-based ideas! But if you ask me what I’m in the mood for, what I crave more often? It’s probably pwp fic, because I will start to absolutely pine for some banging if I go long enough in a fic where two characters have tension that I enjoy, but also eventually want some resolution for. 9: what are your favourite ships to read fics for? Far and away, I read the most fic for Obi-Wan and Anakin, whether in a romantic ship or a platonic ship, I’m fine with either or. Occasionally, I still go through the tags to look for good Thor & Loki fic (that’s where my heart was in the MCU) and I’ve been saving up a lot of Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian fic to read once I finished The Untamed, but otherwise right now I don’t read a ton of ship fic. (Mostly because SW has so consumed me.) 19: undercover au or college au? College AU! As always, I would happily read both and I would love to see more undercover aus set in SW canon, but my fannish heart immediately leapt to college au because, for the same reasons why I crave mundane aus, I crave college aus. Give them a world where they would want a simpler life! Also, LISTEN TO ME: PROFESSOR OBI-WAN. I’m ready to lose my mind just thinking about that, no matter how much at and fic I get of it, IT’S NEVER ENOUGH.

#lumi.txt #fanfic reader asks meme #allthewians

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lailannajacobs · 5 years ago

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Keep it Simple

Pairing: Steve x fem!Reader

Drabble Request: I was thinking a more platonic Steve and reader where she is late for a meeting and Steve goes to fetch her in her apartment but she just got out of the shower and since she didn’t answer the door he goes inside. Only to accidentally fall on her? With the prompt, “feel feee to admire me.”

Warnings: Pure fluff!

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Thank you my dear anon for giving me the chance to write a Steve fic! I don’t do it very often but I had the best time writing this drabble; it flowed onto the page faster than I thought possible! <3

Lailanna’s Spring Break Drabbles

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Steve couldn’t believe YN was late. Again. Actually, if he was being honest, he should have known better. He hopped onto his bike and revved the engine, refusing to check his watch for the millionth time this evening. She’d told him she would meet him at his apartment for six. They were supposed to meet Tony at the Tower to go over the mission they had just returned from, and from the looks of it, YN wasn’t about to show. She hadn’t even sent him one of her “I’m two minutes out” texts when really, she was still at her apartment. Steve sighed. He knew the only thing left to do was bang on her apartment door until he annoyed her into being on time.

Steve had been banging on her door for about a minute now, and nothing. He had tried calling her, but she hadn’t picked up either. Although he knew he had no reason to suspect anything, he was beginning to worry that something was wrong. The door was locked but Steve made quick work of it, making a mental note to tell YN to put a chain on the door when it popped open with a satisfying click.

The apartment was silent and his light footsteps across the floor did nothing to change that. He was crossing the living room when a high pitch squeal erupted from the kitchen. He snapped to attention but quickly realized that it was the kettle boiling, which meant she had to be here somewhere. Instead of letting her know he was here, he bolted into the kitchen to take the kettle off the stove top, wondering where his fellow agent had gone off too.

Steve was turning the corner when something entered his line of vision too late for him to stop. He barely registered that the sound had stopped as he collided with something hard, and strangely enough, wet, before he went down.

“What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” YN’s voice demanded with surprising force considering he was probably crushing her under his weight.

He propped himself up onto his elbows and looked down at her wet hair and then to her furious eyes, “You’re late.”

She narrowed her eyes, “So breaking into my apartment and tackling me to the ground seemed like the appropriate response?”

“That wasn’t the plan,” He amended with a sheepish smile.

“Get off me, you big sack of potatoes,” She laughed, shaking her head as if she should have been expecting him, “We’re late for a meeting. Or so I hear.”

Pushing himself off of her, he extended a hand to help her up, “And yet you were boiling water like an old lady settling in to make tea.”

She put her hand on her hip and that was when Steve noticed that she had nothing other than a towel on. She was saying something, but he was so flustered he didn’t hear a thing she had said.

“What?” He sputtered out.

“Go ahead, Steve,” She smirked, her lips pulling into a dangerous smirk that might have rivalled Loki’s, “Feel free to admire me.”

His eyes widened, and like an idiot he only replied, “What?”

She burst out laughing and shook her head as she walked past him to the kettle, “I’m only kidding old man. You should see your face right now.”

He schooled his surprised into a neutral expression and crossed his arms over his chest, “How am I supposed to do any admiring with that towel in the way?”

She turned slowly, brow raised, and he thought for a moment she might be impressed by his comeback. Either that or he had just greatly overstepped, and she was going to kick him out of her apartment despite their years of friendship. Actually, he felt his palms begin to sweat, he had crossed and line and should have just shut up, no matter how much he had wanted to rise to her taunts.

He was about to apologize when she tilted her head, pinning him down with another wicked little grin. She approached slowly, hands rising up the towel to the knotted cloth between her breasts that held the whole contraption up. Her hands rested there, pausing for a moment and capturing all his attention.

“Steve,” She crooned, snapping his attention back up to her eyes, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

He shrugged, trying to keep his expression neutral. He refused to let it show how inappropriate he thought this whole situation was. This was normal, right? He wasn’t locked out of this century. He could play chicken with his friend, even if this was the strangest version of the game he had ever played.

As if reading his mind, her grin widened, “This is a game you’ll lose, my friend.”

“How are you so sure I’ll lose?”

“Because you’re the honourable Captain America,” He opened his mouth to protest but she continued, “And you know for a fact that we’re already very, very late.”

Her gaze slid over to the clock on the wall and he followed it, realizing that they would have to leave this instant to barely get to the meeting on time.

Gritting his teeth, he turned his attention back to her. With a little laugh, she patted him on the shoulder and pushed past him toward her bedroom.

He shook his head, though he couldn’t deny that he also had a smile on his lips. After all, this didn’t quite feel like a loss, but rather a concession on both their parts to keep everything exactly the way it always was.

“Mind making my tea for me?” She called from the other room.

He opened the cupboard beside the fridge and plopped her favourite, post-mission tea bag into the overused and ridiculous gift shop Avengers travel mug. He added the milk and sugar and stirred it around a couple of times before sealing the lid.

“Steve,” She called out again, drawing out his name, “Don’t forget the milk and sugar!”

“If you’re not out in two, I’m forgetting you,” He warned, though he opened a different cupboard and pulled out a snack for the middle of the meeting when he knew she’d suddenly be starved.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers fic #captain america #steve rogers x you #reader insert #steve x reader #MCU fic #MCU fanfiction #mcu fluff #fanfic #fan fiction #platonic steve

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ragnarachael · 5 years ago

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Hi! Do you have a wip list?

hello! i’m assuming wip list meaning what i’m currently working on! (if not.. pls do elaborate for i’m Dumb and have been so busy these past two weeks). i’ll give a quick rundown of what i’ve been working on when i’ve had free time for the past few weeks:

many congrad-uations (parker!reader x tony stark + platonic peter parker x sister!reader; a fic to add to my series and yes i do think i’m funny)

baby baby baby prt 2 (i didn’t think anyone would want a part two, and i’ve had the request for forever and i’m trying to hard to think of something but nothing is COMING OUT)

a clint barton x daughter!reader request (that i am having an extremely hard time with)

a loki throne sex fic (this one is EXTREMELY self-indulge. i started this months ago)

and so, all yours prt 2 (aka loki fic, LONG OVERDUE)

my waitress au outline/first chapter (i’m hoping i can get everything else i’ve been working on first out before getting a few chapters deep into my waitress au tho)

i’ve also been trying to figure out how to start the final chapter to jukebox hero, and i’ve also got another little fic in the works for that universe! but it’s mostly planning, nothing really has been written to stay in the final edition of it.

sadly, i’m slow due to being busy and some personal stuff, so i’m sorry to keep you all waiting! it’s been hard trying to find inspiration/motivation to write for me as of late as well (blame that stupid part of my brain wishing i had a bit more validation instead of writing for fun; i’ve been battling with that a lot lately don’t get me started), but i assure you i am trying my best to fill the requests i do have! what sucks though, is that next week from sunday to next sunday (august 2nd to the 9th. i’ll most likely make a more formal post about this tomorrow or sunday morning about that so you’re all in the know!) i’ll be out of town and to a place without wifi! i plan on bringing a notebook to write in if any ideas pop in and i’m considering that a little get away from writing and giving myself some time to relax and not feel like i have to force myself to write like i have been recently.

#consider this a mini updates post i guess??#i ramble at the end i'm sorry but WORDS HAD TO BE SAID #i feel bad i'm making y'all wait for content but i'm trying to focus on myself a bit more #since i feel like i just keep getting asked to write stuff over and over and over and not getting much feedback/comments/notes ect. about it #it's a terrible feeling and i feel like i'm just being an asshole when i admit this but i also understand it's HUMAN to want that #but i need to understand that y'all DO like my stuff #hence it's my brain just being a dumbass because it wants more fuckin' validation more often #CHRIST ANOTHER TAG RAMBLE #I'M SO SORRY #i just wanna be transparent as to why i've been on and off here and y'all deserve to know okay #now i'm off to continue packing and eat some dinner to try and relax #rachael's void speaks back

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ijustreallylovezebras · 6 years ago

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Courtney’s Crisis Writing Challenge

So yeah as I’m sure all of you are aware of by now I’m having a crisis

and I figured what better way to deal with an emotional crisis than to do a writing challenge and read all the wonderful thing’s y’all can write to distract myself from my ever-growing list of responsibilities

maybe i should change it to Courtney’s Procrastination and Existential Worry Writing Challenge instead

ANYWAY

This is a whole-ass mega writing challenge, going across ALL the people I’ve ever written for and all the people I lowkey want to write for/kinda have a current obsession/love for atm

I’ll give a full comprehensive list below the rules

But yeah this is going to have an English Literature theme bc I’m a nerd like that and have been reading too many books lately, again, to distract myself

So the prompts are split into three categories - “The Heartbreakingly Beautiful”, “The Hilariously Relateable” and “Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff”

yeah the categories are just what went through my mind when I read the things these authors wrote

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing! - on any of my blogs or all three if you’re keen whoooo

10) Use the hashtag #CourtsCrisisWC

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with - again the ask can be sent to either of my writing blogs

12) The deadline for this is 15th December (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

Okay so imma split this section into parts real quick

Main Blog

1) Pretty much anyone from the MCU is welcome - with the exception of Tony Stark and Clint Barton

2) Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield and HOCO cast and the Holland boys (NOT PADDY)

3) Any of Les Amis

4) The characters from Peaky Blinders as well

5) Poly ships (e.g. Steve x Reader x Bucky or Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Side Blog

1) Ben Hardy (+ Warren Worthington)

2) Joe Mazzello (+ Eugene Sledge, Gardner Langway, Pat Murray, Dr Tim Murphy)

3) Gwilym Lee (+ Charlie Nelson)

4) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

5) Roger x Reader x Ben

6) Joe x Reader x Ben

7) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

8) Richard Madden (+ David Budd, Robb Stark, Prince Kit)

9) Taron Egerton (+ Eggsy)

10) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

11) Smosh Members

12) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

13) Chris Evans (+ Ari Levinson, Frank Adler)

Just For Funsies (i.e. current obsessions I don’t officially write for but lowkey want to)

1) Ashton Irwin

2) Calum Hood

3) Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Beck)

tbh y’all can just send me a person and I’ll let you know if I’m cool with you writing for them but judging by this list I think you can rest fairly assured that I’m going to be okay with whoever you want to write for

Prompts

The Heartbreakingly Beautiful

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot // the most beautiful and wonderful poem ever written don’t fight me on this // ( @writingsoftheloser w/ BLANK)

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger ( @takenbyheartstrings w/ Peter Parker)

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ( @bensakindofmagic w/ Ben Hardy)

"The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind." - Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira ( @petersfreckles w/ Peter Parker)

“You never forget the face of the person that is your last hope” - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins ( @tom-holland-stuff w/ BLANK)

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward (may be the thing that keeps you going) but that it’s painful and dangerous and risky it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?” - The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

“We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.” - Holding Up The Universe by Jenifer Niven

“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Hilariously and Painfully Relatable

“As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - East of Eden by John Steinbeck ( @queen-paladin w/ Joe/Eugene/Charlie/Les Amis boy)

"We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard ( @lilulo-12 w/ Bucky)

"It's just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ( @sataninsatin w/ Detective Loki)

“It was books that made me feel that I was not completely alone” - The Night Circus by Erin Mogenstern

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see you are unarmed” - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare ( @icantspellanything w/ Poe Dameron)

“Some people are born with an ear for music, some people are born with a talent for drawing, some people...have a built-in radar that tells them where a comma needs to go in a sentence.” - Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin ( @mavalenovaninagavi w/ Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker)

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ben Hardy)

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ( @fichoe21 w/ Bucky)

"The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ( @sarahp879 w/ Bucky)

"[BLANK] was right. [They] never looked nice. [They] looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell ( @writing-of-a-british-bitch w/ Eggsy/Warren)

“Here’s my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is worth everything. Everything.” - Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens ( @natdoesthings w/ Jake Gyllenhaal)

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @d-is-for-delightfull w/ Enjolras)

“Don’t you understand? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!” - Peter Pan by J.M Barrie

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