#thor will be chased for months

[worstloki]

brodinsons absolutely would mess with earth in the funniest ways idk what to tell you Thor will go on live news and relay a sob story about how Loki is his beloved wife who has been lost to a mind madness and he wants him to return but alas he is a villain on Midgard now and so Thor stays as well hoping that some part of her will recognise him and they will reunite. And then Loki goes on another channel and says yes that's all true I will castrate him promptly for wronging our vows.

[chodzacaparodia]

Bungou Stray Dogs as Rick Riordan book chapter titles because why not PART 1

Part 2

Jujutsu Kaisen Edition: Part 1, Part 2

Haikyuu! Edition: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Blue Lock Edition: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Is This A Date?- Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki takes reader out on a date during a big day of work

Word count: 774

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Since Loki had arrived in the Avengers tower with Thor three months ago, he had been expected to go to different trainings, therapy and medical checks. The whole thing was ridiculous, but he begrudgingly put up with it. Today he’s fortunate enough to have an exemption from all the ridiculousness.

Since he finally had the freedom of the day to himself, he’d decided to spend most of it in his room reading. It wasn’t until about two o’clock in the afternoon that he actually started to become hungry, too engrossed in his reading to notice.

Leaving his room he glanced into all the different offices as he made his way to the kitchen. His face was kept in a neutral unpleasant state as he looked through the glass to everyone working, that was until he came to your office.

You had been the only one he’d encountered who’d shown him any kindness since arriving. Although you were often seen to be running off on some errand or chasing someone down to sign something, you always managed to have a smile or small talk for him. That was why he knew something was off when he came into your office and you barely glanced at him, frantically flitting around gathering papers and glancing at screens.

“Busy are we?” Loki decided to lightly tease.

“Yes I fucking am!” You shouted back, finally stopping to glare at him.

As you finally stood still and look at him however, shock and upset began to fill your face.

“Oh my god, Loki, I’m so sorry. That was very rude of me,” you panicked to apologise.

Lokis heart began to warm slightly at how you cared so much that you even apologised for lashing out at him.

“It’s quite alri-“ Lokis words came to a stop as he saw you hold onto your desk for balance, and closing your eyes, as heavy breaths left your parted lips.

“What’s wrong?” Loki asked worriedly as he came closer to you, his hand resting on your upper arm.

“Nothing, it’s just a busy day. I- I have to get back to work,” you frantically tried to brush him off, but he wouldn’t let you pass.

“Have you eaten today?” He asked concerned.

“I had an apple this morning,” you continue to try to brush him off.

“That’s not good enough, you need to eat.”

“Loki, I’m fine!”

“You’re obviously not! You’ve just yelled at me twice in the span of five minutes. Get your jacket, we’re getting lunch.”

“No, please, Loki, I’ve got so much to do,” you tiredly pleaded as you looked into his soft eyes.

“And it will all be here for you when you return, but you can’t work with no food. I’ll be outside the door and if you’re not out in two minutes then I’ll have no choice but to carry you over my shoulder.” He ordered with a cheeky smile as he sauntered out the door.

*****

You’re not exactly sure how it happened, but as you and Loki walk down the busy streets to lunch, his hand had managed to slip into yours. Looking between your interlaced hands and Lokis confident face, he seemed to be right in his element. Loki looked as though holding your hand and guiding you to lunch was as natural as breathing.

The more you walked hand in hand, the more you began to wonder if this was a date. Was Loki just so charming and sweet to you, that in his act of kindness he had managed to get you to agree to a date?

As Loki pulls your chair out for you at the small cafe, your mind only races further with questions.

“Loki, is this a date?” You ask abruptly as he looks over the menu, your starved body not being able to ask the question more gently.

Lokis eyes shoot up from the menu as he looks at you with shock, but being the ever charming god he is, they are quickly softened to something more flirtatious.

“Do you want this to be a date?” He asks as his hands come out to meet yours.

As with the walk, your hands interlacing felt like the most natural and normal thing in the world.

“Yes,” you answered simply and quietly as your eyes continued to look into his.

“Then I suppose it is one, and I suppose that makes me the luckiest being in all the nine realms, to be on a date with a woman so wonderful.”

His enchanting words caused you smirk and blush in a way you never had before, as butterflies filled your stomach.

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Fantasy Books Bracket: Round 4

Book summaries below:

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard (The Sword of Summer, The Hammer of Thor, The Ship of the Dead) by Rick Riordan

Magnus Chase has seen his share of trouble. Ever since that terrible night two years ago when his mother told him to run, he has lived alone on the streets of Boston, surviving by his wits, staying one step ahead of the police and the truant officers. One day, Magnus learns that someone else is trying to track him down—his uncle Randolph, a man his mother had always warned him about. When Magnus tries to outmaneuver his uncle, he falls right into his clutches. Randolph starts rambling about Norse history and Magnus's birthright: a weapon that has been lost for thousands of years. The more Randolph talks, the more puzzle pieces fall into place. Stories about the gods of Asgard, wolves, and Doomsday bubble up from Magnus's memory. But he doesn't have time to consider it all before a fire giant attacks the city, forcing him to choose between his own safety and the lives of hundreds of innocents. . . . Sometimes, the only way to start a new life is to die. Fantasy, middle grade, young adult, mythology, adventure, urban fantasy

The Watchmaker of Filigree Street by Natasha Pulley

1883. Thaniel Steepleton returns home to his tiny London apartment to find a gold pocket watch on his pillow. Six months later, the mysterious timepiece saves his life, drawing him away from a blast that destroys Scotland Yard. At last, he goes in search of its maker, Keita Mori, a kind, lonely immigrant from Japan. Although Mori seems harmless, a chain of unexplainable events soon suggests he must be hiding something. When Grace Carrow, an Oxford physicist, unwittingly interferes, Thaniel is torn between opposing loyalties. The Watchmaker of Filigree Street is a sweeping, atmospheric narrative that takes the reader on an unexpected journey through Victorian London, Japan as its civil war crumbles long-standing traditions, and beyond. Blending historical events with dazzling flights of fancy, it opens doors to a strange and magical past. Fantasy, historical fiction, mystery, science fiction, adult

[sacharinee]

hey! so i’ve noticed all your office references and it’s one of my favourite shows ever <3 i was wondering if you’d write something where the reader and bf!peter are both obsessed with the show and quote it at any given moment, confusing (and probably annoying) everyone around them. i love your fics by the way!!

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 800 ish

a/n: dinnertime with the avengers edition! peter and reader being an annoying power duo. a crap ton of office references obviously. this is so weird and all over the place BUT it was so much fun writing. i tweaked ur request a teeny bit to them simply saying lines from the show, but everyone is just as confused and annoyed lmao i hope ur okay w that!! this is also my first time writing with the avengers so i tried my best on getting them right. thank u so much for requesting this!! i had an entire office marathon playing in the background while writing this 

“the food looks great, nat,” you take your seat at the dining table.

“yea, it’s amazing, thanks for cooking tonight,” peter chimes in.

you both are sat at the dinner table in the lavish dining room among the earth’s mightiest heroes, who also happen to be your colleagues. 

“wait, where did you learn to make all of this? i never pegged you as a cook,” tony questions.

“i’m not,” the redhead answers, “my fake mother used to make this dish all the time when i was younger,” 

“awe, that’s adorable,” thor replies.

“right before she and my fake father sold me and had me brainwashed.” 

the others freeze midchew and stare as scott drops his fork against his plate.

nat clears her throat, “so anyways, enjoy,” and takes her seat.

the rest of you begin placing heaps of food onto each other’s plates and digging into the meal in front of you.

“well, um,” tony sips his water, “how ‘bout you kids, get any good action tonight?”

peter raises his eyebrows at him, “us? oh yea, we got a good chase during patrol tonight,” 

“it was super fun,” you add.

“well what’d he have on him?” wanda asks.

“he was, uhh,” you purse your lips as you hesitate, playing with the food on your plate and quieted your voice, “a-uh, a wanted animal rapist.”

wanda shakes her head at you in repulsion, regretting having asked you.

“that is so disgusting!” the god announces, food spilling out of his mouth.

“thor, close your mouth, you look like a trout.” steve reprimands. 

he dismisses his comment and goes to steal the mashed potatoes, eating straight out of the bowl with no shame. 

“did he put up a good fight against you guys?” bucky questions.

“well he wasn’t exactly intimidated by me, i usually let y/n play bad cop while i just web them up,” peter admits.

you’re chewing your food while you watch bucky and your boyfriend converse, “see what i told you? you gotta take control, pete. ask yourself this: would you rather be feared or loved by your enemies?”

“easy,” he answers, “both. i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.”

nat pokes her tongue to her cheek and tilts her head in confusion. 

“oh, that reminds me,” you nervously chuckle and pull out the slip tucked into your back pocket, “i need you to pay for my speeding ticket, tony.” 

“again?! y/n that’s the second time this month!”

“that criminal guy was a surprisingly fast driver. besides, life is short. drive fast and leave a sexy corpse. it’s one of my mottos.”

“goddamnit, y/n” tony mutters and shakes his head in disappointment. 

steve interrupts, “you should listen to him, young lady. seriously, what would happen if you were in a speeding car crash? why do you think those laws are enforced? it’s to keep everyone safe. so you better straighten up the attitude before you get yourself k-”

“cap, you ignorant slut.” you’re tired of everyone treating you and peter like little kids, “you want to talk about being safe? are we forgetting about banner’s little experiment that went wrong the other day? he almost blew up the tower!-”

“wait, what did you just call me?” the soldier looks at you dumbfounded.

“what did i- … what’d i say?”

“you just called me a-”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. i talk a lot so i learn to just tune myself out.” 

“you and me both,” strange clips. 

“wow,” you respond, feigning hurt, “sorry i annoyed you with my friendship.”

tony, having enough, intrudes, “you know, i think i have to put you and peter through some training again.” 

the boy skeptically squints towards the man and chews his food slowly, “...what type of training?”

“sensitivity training. all this trash talk is-”

“oh my god, not again,” your head falls back as you groan, “i’ve changed, tony. i’ve learned to keep my unmannerly thoughts to myself every time i see someone wearing black socks with white shoes.”

“uh that’s definitely not true,” bucky cuts in, “just yesterday you called me out for wearing sandals.” 

“exactly! sandals! who the hell still wears sandals, you look like you just got off the boat. i don't need to see your hairy toes,” you shudder in disgust.

“yea, mr. stark,” peter reverts his attention back to tony, “we don’t talk trash,” he shrugs.

“we talk smack,” you finish.

“okay… and how are those two any different,” the man challenges.

“well,” peter clears his throat, “trash talk is hypothetical. like, ‘your mom is so fat she can eat the internet.’” 

“totally,” you eagerly nod your head in agreement, “but smack talk is happening, like, right now. like, ‘you’re ugly and i know it for a fact ’cause i got the evidence right there,” your hand motions in a circle to the person in front of you.

“are you calling me ugly?” thor sniffles.

“i don’t know what the hell you just said, and i don’t even wanna know,” tony wipes his mouth with a napkin, “but it’s happening. nine am sharp, do not be late. it’ll be quick and easy, not that hard. you’ll be in and out without the attitude.”

you pout as you and peter give each other a dismay look.

“that’s what she said.”

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Season 3x8 Episode Live Reaction

So, apparently there's a Content Warning for this episode?

WHAT?

Anyway - I will be watching so... thoughts below.

Holes are bad is a terrible name for the episode.

here we go....

OOOh flashback for Hetty. "Under 2 months"???

Legal Trouble??? OMG.

Of course Elias would cause Hetty problems. Even dead.

"Four".

"None of you are alive so what emergency could there be."

"You could lie to me once"

"YOu listen?" "You don't?"

Nancy wants Thor.

LOL Steph is back.

"LOL - it's illegal" -MEH.

I KNEW IT WAS RALPH!!!!

"That was rude."

SO, STEPH just went to sleep???

She ignores that Pete was like "GRAB YOUR SUCKOFF BUDDY".

"Just a basement ghost - my bad"

OMG THOR. OMG - you heard her!!!

LMAO !!! I cannot believe that Thor knew the entire time!

Chasing a butterfly???

The way everyone looks at Thor.

The concerned looks on the younger ghosts' faces. OMG.

"They're like what to do mean??? WHY???"

I love their excitement!

GOD DYING ALREADY.

Another flashbook. "No one has called ever, i believe."

Of course climbing out doesn't work.

Aw Trevor and Alberta wanting to save Flower!!

I love their teamup.

Sass is like "LET ME TELL THE STORY." I'm literally the storyteller!

LOVE SASS/ISAAC teamup.

1895 - stuck in a hole.

WAIT TOO MUCH MOPHINE?? Hetty died of an overdose?

WHO ELSE WAS IN THE HOLE.

AW PATIENCE!!! I'm SAD. Purtain woman! Lost in the dirt???

OH NO OH ON.

"YOu know FACETIME???"

THE GHOSTS ARE NOT ON FACETIME. I can't believe Trevor thought he could do the drawer - big step up from Sam's MOM where he wouldn't even try a drawer.

NOOOOOOOO!!!

"SHE MAY BE FERAL - DO NOT ENGAGE."

AHHHHHH!

I'm SCREAMING!

"i will punch them."

Another flashback. THE TELEPHONE.

WRONG NUMBER.

Aw Thor is cute here.

Hetty - Has a string around her neck? OMG... she hung herself?? It's the rope from her death.

Ass Sass and Trevor catching her!

How did you not know??? It didn't register has any thing weird.

"Oh hey Sam."

LOL Sam's Face at this explanation! If only Jay hadn't put away the iPad.

You got her a magnet???

Aw, Isaac and Sam are here for Hetty.

Trying to protect her son. And he could've become a murderer either way - it had nothing to do with your death.

I do really love the explanation of how they all missed Hetty's death and Elias' Vault. Finally it makes sense.

Awww Hetty & Flower moment.

LOL big secret. "I robbed a bank once." - "It's good to have you back."

LOL Checking the Owl Thing.

LOL Jay figuring out what's happening...

***

Final thoughts, It was a great episode. I am sad Steph was there just to tell them about Ralph/Flower - poor steph, but I totally called that. and I did like the episode.

TOTALLY PISSED PETE'S GHOST POWER WAS REVEALED IN THE FUCKING PROMO.

[valhallavalgrace]

What’s new in the AU?

Leo: Well, I’m fucking dead, so-

THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO AVOID SPOILERS!

Leo attempted using the Physician’s Cure, but there were complications as Festus tried to revive him, and he was instead claimed by the Valkyrie. All other events through Blood of Olympus remain unchanged.

Months have passed since his real-world death, leaving his friends to mourn both his and Magnus’ deaths in the time that it took for him to arrive at HV. Magnus Chase and Annabeth Chase have been in contact (as the events of Sword of Summer are also unchanged), so he is aware of the Greek pantheon; however, he had not yet, at that time, met Leo or otherwise connected the dots prior to the start of this blog.

Leo arrives in Valhalla right before Alex Fierro, meaning that the Hammer of Thor is running in parallel to his initial adjustment to the Hotel. He will not be participating in all events of HoT, but many may be referenced, altered, or used as inspiration throughout the blog. HoT and SotD will both happen to an extent (on and off screen).

Magnus Chase is set to meet with Annabeth and Percy again as Ship of the Dead is inevitable. There will be implications before and after this happens.

Namely, in canon, they are crying over Jason's death. Meaning, ToA is running in parallel.

This is where it takes a little bit of imagination and a little bit of playing along, later on! At the same time as the blog & Hammer of Thor, Trials of Apollo (kind of) happens. Most of The Hidden Oracle running parallel to SoS is canonically unchanged, but The Dark Prophecy requires Lester, Calypso, and Festus to complete their quests without Leo himself. Narratively, I don’t really mind the thought of Calypso saving herself when Festus arrives alone, attempting to nurse Leo’s old body, but Festus and Leo alike grieve for their friendship.

Leo is building a new Festus body, but it won’t become his Festus until later in the story…

Similarly, The Burning Maze remains mostly unchanged, with Jason’s death following the events of canon (that is to say, 6 months after BoO/Leo’s death). He is, indeed, broken up with Piper at this point, but without Leo, she is left to mourn with Festus. Her role in this story will come later down the line…

(Yes, they broke up because they were incompatible types of queer; Jason is still processing HoH by his arrival)

While Jason is immediately claimed by the Valkyrie to bring to Valhalla upon his death, it is still TBD when his specific arrival happens in line with SotD, interactions between the Chase cousins, and the canon of V²AU.

As of now...

Leo has only just arrived in Valhalla! This page will update as the AU develops or as major things change. You can also check out #lore and the pinned post/descriptions for pertinent updates

[rebeliz7]

AUGUST - ONE SHOT

August - One Shot

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader 

Thanksgiving is a tradition that Wanda never saw herself embracing since she moved to the United States for good, but she lives with the most American guy there is, so there’s no way to avoid it, much less not celebrate it. 

She watches the sun rise through the large window of her bedroom, with a large cup of coffee in her hands that doesn’t help her swallow the knot that’s been tied around her throat for a couple of months now. 

It’d be lovely to pretend that time has helped, but time continues to pass by and it only fuels her heartbreak tenfold. 

The more days go by, the bigger the hole in her heart grows. At this rate, she’s certain that her sorrow will bury her before she can overcome it. 

“Good morning.” Natasha’s arms sneak around her waist from behind, her wife’s lips pressing a light kiss on her neck and Wanda’s chest aches for a very different reason. 

Her wife, her anchor, her rock. She loves Natasha, she loves her with a painful intensity that’s hardly ever gone. 

“Good morning.” Wanda smiles over her shoulder, and her wife kisses her cheek with a soft grin on her lips. 

“You ready for today?” Natasha asks her, accepting the cup of coffee that Wanda offers her and taking a sip. 

“I have everything I need. Believe it or not, I’m actually looking forward to spending all day in the kitchen.”

Natasha chuckles, her hand squeezing her wife’s waist before she moves back to sit on their bed. 

“You didn’t have to do this. Tony could have hired a staff to cook today.” 

Wanda follows her to bed, takes the cup of coffee and places it on the nightstand, and then she climbs on Natasha’s lap. 

“I like to cook for the team. I don’t mind.” Wanda shrugs, her wife’s arms slide around her waist again and their mouths press in a soft and languid kiss. 

“I know you do,” Natasha says, pulling back the slightest bit. “They know it too.”

Wanda kisses her again, but no matter how long she chases her wife’s lips, or how hard she tries to make it further than yesterday, she can’t. 

It stops abruptly, the same way it has since the last days of august and she lays in bed, staring at the ceiling and wishing to be able to be with her wife. 

It’s not about loving Natasha because she loves her so much, that it hurts--it hurts so much. 

“Talk to me.” Natasha asks, soft and understanding. She doesn’t push, she hasn’t asked for explanations and Wanda is thankful.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Wanda doesn’t look at her as she speaks these words, she can’t. “I promise.”

“I love you,” Natasha tells her, unprompted and Wanda turns in bed to face her wife properly. 

She reaches out to cup Natasha’s face, and inches forward to kiss her lovingly. She’d burn this world to the ground before considering a life without her wife, the thought is always there.

“I love you too, so much.” She means it, and Natasha believes her. 

“Okay. Let’s go.” Natasha nods, but not before Wanda catches the small frown of disappointment flash through her eyes. “You have a lot of cooking to do, and less than ten hours to do it.”

… 

The Compound is quickly turned into a place that Wanda’s always internally loved. 

Clint’s children are running down the hallways. Thor and his friends arrived early in the morning, even his ex-girlfriend. Peter and his aunt, Happy and Scott are all here. 

Everyone who is a friend and extended family are here, and Wanda’s excited and her mind is not in the same place it’s been for the last couple of months. Her heart feels light, and the knot around her throat is not choking her with every breath she takes for a change. 

“Can I have some water, Auntie Wanda?” Nathaniel comes up, and Wanda quickly wipes her hands on an apron before picking up the boy in her arms. 

“Of course you can.” She kisses his cheek and he giggles, his little arms wrapping around her shoulders. 

This little boy means the world to her, she loves Clint’s children but Nathaniel will always hold a special place in her heart since he has her wife’s and brother’s names. 

She gives him some water to drink and even a little cookie from a recently baked batch, and off he goes to find his brother and sister.

“He’s getting so big,” Natasha says as she comes up and Wanda accepts the quick greeting kiss with a smile. 

“He’s adorable.” She agrees, while moving around her wife to check on the turkey on the second oven, and then moving onto the mashed potatoes. 

Maybe another hour or less, and everything will be ready. 

“You want one?” Natasha asks her, and Wanda chuckles lightly. 

“Three,” she tells her wife with a nod of her head. “And a house in the country where our dog Bruno can run freely.”

“Oh, we have a dog too?” Natasha plays along, walking closer to her again and Wanda’s laughing when her wife’s arms wrap around her. 

“And a cat, maybe a few chickens in the backyard too. We’ll see.”

“I want that.” Natasha tells her, making Wanda’s heart flutter with adoration for this woman. “I’m gonna give you that.”

“I know you will.” She kisses Natasha but she doesn’t deepen the kiss, pulling back too quickly for Nat’s taste. 

“Now be a good wife and help me with this sauce.”

It’s supposed to be the end to a light conversation that they’ve had about a hundred times in the past since they got married. They’ve talked about kids, they’ve talked about moving out of the Compound, but this is the first time Natasha’s brought it up since august. 

Wanda’s heart sinks at the thought of having to leave this place--at the thought of having to leave you behind. 

“You know, Y/N asked me about that place we went on our first date, remember?” Natasha’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts, and Wanda’s heart skips a beat at the mention of your name.

“Whatever for?” She asks, already dreading the answer. 

“She asked Daisy out on a date.” Natasha says through a small laugh, and Wanda drops the spoon she was holding without even noticing. 

“What?” She asks, turning around. Her voice comes out choked up, she can tell but Natasha doesn’t mention it.

“I thought she’d never get over her little crush on you. I’m a little relieved to be honest.” Natasha chuckles lightly, while picking up the spoon Wanda dropped. 

“What are you talking about?” She clears her throat, but the knot is suddenly unbearable. She feels like she can hardly breathe. 

“Come on, detka.” Natasha smiles and Wanda clears her throat again, and decides to check on the pies. “You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed?”

“I’ve noticed.” Wanda says, a little too quick. Her chin trembles, her eyes sting and she has to put an end to this conversation. 

“I don’t blame her,” Natasha says and Wanda recognizes the tone in her wife’s voice all too well. 

It’s not long before Natasha has her hands on Wanda’s hips, her lips pressing soft kisses along her neck, an action that used to be Wanda’s favorite thing in the world. 

“You’re gorgeous, irresistible.” Natasha’s words send a shiver down Wanda’s spine, but the memory of you saying something very similar hits her out of nowhere and she pulls back. 

“I’ve been cooking all day long. I don’t feel irresistible right now.” She tries to laugh it off, but Natasha already has that analytic look on her face.

“Well, you are.” Natasha finally shrugs and when Wanda lurches forward to capture her lips in a searing kiss, she reciprocates in kind. 

“You think Daisy is a good fit for Y/N?” Wanda asks conversationally, as she goes back to the mashed potatoes. 

“Daisy is perfect for her,” Natasha says. 

“You care way too much for the rookies, detka.” Wanda tells her with a smile and Natasha shrugs, accepting it. 

“I just want Y/N to be happy, and this can be the start of something good for Daisy.”

“It will be.” Wanda assures her with a smile that she hopes is convincing enough. 

Tony drags Natasha to a game of poker, and Laura takes over helping Wanda in the kitchen and the minutes passing by feel like impending doom. 

When will it end?

It only gets worse when you sit beside Daisy during dinner, laughing at every word she says and touching her hand every time you get the chance. 

She loses her appetite, and Natasha notices. 

I wanna stay here forever. 

Your words echo in her mind, making her eyes water in a blink. This pain, this heartbreak, is so real that she often finds herself touching her chest just to make sure that she’s not actually bleeding. Or like right now, she runs her fingers down her throat firmly believing that a rope is tied around her neck, choking her--always choking her. 

There’s nothing there, of course. Your absence, as intangible as it is, is real. 

I wanna stay here forever. 

The look in your eyes as she held you close to her chest, and kissed your face just because she was allowed to, told her that she was always your first choice. 

You’re leaving her behind, you’re moving on and there’s a part of her that doesn’t want you to. There’s an ugly part of her that wants you to hold on, that wants you to stay forever in love with her. 

But she’s selfish, she’s come to accept it. 

She has to let you go, it’s the least she can do now. 

She barely pays attention when everyone takes their turn saying what they’re thankful for this year. Natasha takes her hand at one point, and Wanda laces their fingers together out of habit. 

They fit together, they always have. She seemed to fit together with you too, she always thought that you were made to be with her. She thought it that night when you two danced together in the kitchen, and then she knew with certainty when she kissed you. 

“Your turn Y/N.” Tony smiles, and her attention spikes at the mention of your name. 

Your eyes are on her, for a change, and she stops breathing for a moment too long. 

“Come on, killer.” Kate teases you, making you look away from Wanda’s eyes.  

“Okay, first of all, I feel like the lot of you are taking Tony dearest here, for granted.” You begin, gaining a few chuckles and making Wanda smile. “I’m extremely grateful for grandpa over here.”

Tony rolls his eyes so hard but his reaction only makes you laugh, and Wanda’s heart skips a beat at hearing the sound. 

She misses you so much, and so terribly that she almost can’t take it. 

“I’m thankful for you Tony.” You tell him, the sound of your voice taking on a more serious tone. “Because you’ve given us a place to call home, and some of us have never had that before.”

“I’ll take it.” Tony says, trying to move along but he still reaches out to take your hand and Wanda sees you squeezing lightly. 

“I’m also thankful for Natasha.” You continue, and Wanda feels her wife squeeze her hand lightly as you turn to look at her. “I’m thankful for you, today and every day. I know I don’t say this a lot, probably never have before actually, but you’re the reason why I’m here and why I can call this group of very dysfunctional people my family.” 

There’s a little laughter, no one takes offense and Wanda’s heart soars for you. 

“Thank you for giving me a chance.” You tell Natasha, and Wanda can’t help the tears that fall down her cheeks the next time she blinks. 

“You deserved it.” Natasha tells you, and while Daisy takes her turn Wanda tries her best to compose herself. 

Natasha has always bet on you, from the moment you were brought in, Natasha was always on your corner. Wanda didn’t want you to lose that, just like she didn’t want to lose you. 

She thought that keeping you here, even when you couldn’t remember what happened in august, would be enough but maybe, just maybe she’s paved her own road to hell and now she’s cornerned herself into walking that path alone. 

Natasha offers her a tissue, and by the time her turn is up she’s pulled herself together enough to speak without getting choked up. 

“You’re up, detka.” Natasha tells her and Wanda looks up, taking deep breaths. 

Everyone’s attention turns to her and she smiles, or at least she tries to. 

“Well, I’m thankful for this one over here.” She chuckles, looking at her wife and bringing their joined hands up to hold against her chest.

Natasha smiles adoringly at her and even leans forward to kiss her cheek, gaining a few teasing jabs from everyone around the table and making Wanda blush in the process.

“I love you more than words can express,” she continues. “And I’m thankful everyday for you.” To hell with it, she does become choked up.

“Thankful for the wife, I need one of those.” Sam jokes, and Wanda laughs despite feeling like there’s a hole in the pit of her stomach that’s only growing wider the more she’s away from you.   

“I’m also thankful for August.” She says, her eyes finding yours across the table and you squint the tiniest bit. 

“I’m thankful for August too!” Steve clamors, gaining everyone’s attention. 

The conversation changes completely, with everyone assuming she was talking about the mission and never having to answer those shady White House calls again. 

But your attention remains on her and hers on you. The intensity in your eyes makes her uneasy, and she leaves the table with the pretense of checking on the pumpkin pie. 

She doesn’t realize you’ve followed her, or that you’re confusedly staring at her.

“Hey.” She murmurs when she turns around and finds you standing by the fridge, your eyes still unfocused, confused. 

“August.” You speak and fear washes over her, rendering her speechless. “I wish I knew what happened in august.”

She lets out a breath she’s been holding, and smiles at you. 

“I hear you and Daisy are hitting it off.” She comments as she moves to take out some small plates to serve the pie. 

“We’re going out tomorrow night.” You tell her and she can breathe easily again. 

You don’t remember, and at this point she knows that if you ever do, it’d be a million times worse than it is today. 

“Let me help you.” You grab the two plates she’s about to place on the counter, and your hands touch hers in the process. “Your hands are always cold.”

You turn around and leave the kitchen, and she’s left standing motionless. She’s heard the phrase a hundred times from your very lips, your constant complaint about her cold hands was almost a running joke shared in the intimacy of your rooms. 

Halfway to the dining room you turn back around, looking as confused as ever and she holds her breath. 

“Where did that come from?” You ask her with a soft laugh, and her heart breaks all over again. 

This is all she gets now. This is all she’ll ever get anymore. 

…

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello dear, can I request Yandere x a human / goddess reader yandere was in love with the reader, and with time it turned into an obsession and they are friends and they talk to each other but they are not in the relationship and she does not know about his feelings and one day he saw her shopping with his fighter and laughing with him and he decided Chasing them from afar and they were buying clothes/jewelry/gifts, but none of them matched the reader's taste (he remembers her taste in everything). And when he saw that they were going to buy an engagement ring, he decided to go and confront them, so that it became clear in the end that all the gifts and the ring are for the reader's older sister, and the reader helps the fighter to confess his love, and she sees him as her brother and knows him since she was a child (you can make the fighter a yandere for the reader's sister) And Yandri meets the reader's sister, who has a different personality than the reader, and notices that Al-Yandry admires the reader she thinks that he is just love, you do not know to what degree he is obsessed and begins to harass them in a friendly way.

Thor, poseidon, jack, Hercules, Buddha, Zerofuku, hades, Qin Shi Huang, Beelzebub, Nikola Tesla, loki (You can add or remove any character that makes you uncomfortable)

-He couldn’t understand it, why were you out shopping with (Opponent) of all people?!

-(Love) had been watching you from afar, just like he has been for months now, too intimidated to approach you directly, but he knew everything about you, your favorite foods, what you didn’t like, the type of clothes you wore, he probably knew more about you than you did!

-However, to see you with another man, especially (Opponent), his blood boiled, despite having a respectful friendship with him now that Ragnarok was over.

-He followed closely behind the two of you, watching you picking out clothes that were not even close to your style, confusing (Love) greatly, wondering why you were changing everything about you, for (Opponent) when you were perfect the way you were!

-A dress, some jewelry, baked goods, nothing was the things that you liked!

-He froze when you entered another jewelry store and when he peeked in, (Love) nearly went feral, seeing the two of you looking at engagement rings!!

-He had to stop this, he couldn’t let you go through with this! You wouldn’t be happy with him if you were being forced to like things that you hated!

-You were surprised when (Love) approached, “Y/N?” you turned and immediately beamed, “(Love)! It’s nice to see you! And perfect timing, can you help me hype (Opponent) up? He’s starting to get cold feet about proposing to my sister.”

-(Love) was confused, “Your sister?” your smile was dazzling, all of his anger and fear leaving him, as you nodded, “Yup, they’ve been dating for a few years now, and big brother (Opponent) is perfect for her! I’m helping him pick out the things she loves but now I need some help!”

-Hearing you call (Opponent) as your big brother were the happiest words he thinks he had ever heard, giving you a warm smile as the two men shook hands, greeting each other and (Love) was quick to start, playfully, teasing (Opponent), hyping him up.

-(Opponent) could see the infatuation (Love) had for you, it looked similar to the love he had for your sister, but he wasn’t going to say anything, unless if you were at risk of being hurt. He the love was obsessive, but knowing that your sister loved him, then as long as that obsession didn’t turn dark, he would allow it.

-Two hours later (Love) was stunned to meet your elder sister, who was the exact opposite of you, but at the same time, she looked so happy, and you and her were the best of friends, despite your varying tastes.

-(Opponent) had proposed without incident, and you had dragged (Love) with you to surprise her with confetti, flower petals, and she was surprised, laughing hard when you accidentally dumped all the flower petals down onto (Opponent) after the basket fell from your hands.

-The pictures were some of your sister’s favorite ones, ones that she would cherish for years to come.

-You hugged (Love’s) arm, smiling warmly and he basked in your attention, elation filling him as the two of you heading away from your sister and her new fiancé, “I’m happy for them. They deserve to be happy!”

-Your kindness warmed his heart and he paused, making you look up at him as he cupped your cheek, this thumb brushing against your cheek gently, “So do you. May I have the pleasure of making you happy, Y/N?”

-You went completely blank, your eyes going wide and he couldn’t help but smile, watching from your neck to the top of your head turned bright red, but otherwise not reacting.

-You turned suddenly, hands covering your face as you squatted down, legs together, a sound like a deflating balloon leaving your lips as you finally processed his words.

-Your reaction was so cute, he immediately started roaring with laughter, holding his gut which made you turn with a light pout.

-You surprised him by lunging at him, managing to knock him to his back in the grass of the field you were walking by and pouted down at him, hands on your hips, “Do you promise to make me happy?”

-He smiled, his hands reaching for your face, cupping it with both hands, “I would give you anything, just to see you smile for me.” Your face flushed the second time but you nodded, giving him the smallest of smiles.

-Thor- He felt every inch of his body relax, relief filling him as he finally had you, you were finally his! You were stunned by his attentiveness to you, he would surprise you with your favorite desserts and food, wanting to have a picnic for you, and was not bothered by your hobbies, giving you your personal space during them. He always seemed to know what you needed, be it a blanket or a hug, you never thought someone could be so attentive.

-Poseidon- Sat up suddenly, nearly knocking you off his lap, but his arms went around your waist, hugging you close, his head in your shoulder, sighing deeply. You couldn’t help but grin, “If I had to know any better, you’ve been wanting to say that for a while, right?” the faint squeeze he gave you was enough of an answer before he pulled back, a shade of a smile on his lips. “You have no idea.” You were surprised by his answer, and you thought it was cute that the mighty Poseidon was shy about asking you out.

-Jack- As soon as you were both standing, Jack pecked you on the back of your hand, pulling it to his mouth and kept ahold of it, a soft, true smile on his face. Your acceptance and feelings, including your overwhelming bashfulness, were genuine, leaving no room for doubt. He immediately took you out on the best date you had ever been on, as he was trying to make it impossible for another man to ever top him, not that he would ever let another man take you out on a date.

-Hercules- Your slightly terrified squeals filled the air as he easily had you in his arms once he stood, spinning you around in glee. Once your vision stopped spinning you couldn’t help but grin, “The way you reacted makes me think you’ve been waiting a while to ask, right?” he grinned up at you, as he had you sitting up on his arms, “Yeah- it’s been…I couldn’t get the courage to ask you.” His declaration stunned you, making you flush as he was grateful he caught his slip, not giving you any information.

-Buddha- Sighed deeply as his eyes closed, seeing your smile and agreeance to his question, his arms falling to his sides, “I can die a happy man now.” You playfully smacked his arm, crawling off of him before grabbing his hands to help him up, “No dying on me- you’ve got to make me happy!” he was quick to embrace you, one had at the back of your head and the other around your torso, hugging you close, almost to the point of squishing you against his chest (what a way to go), smiling down at you, he was never going to let you go.

-Hades- His smile was so beautiful that you nearly went brain dead a second time, pulling back to hide your face again, which made him chuckle before he sat up carefully so you were sitting in his lap, “Don’t hide such cute reactions from me~” you whined softly at his tease, hitting his chest which made him laugh even more, before he was chasing you after you stood and ran, not wanting to be teased, but it was fun for the both of you.

-Qin Shi Huang- He shot up so quickly you would have tumbled back head over heels but his arms quickly went around your waist, hugging you close, hugging you as if he thought you were going to disappear if he let you go. His hug was very nice and you couldn’t help but smile, sagging into the hug which he felt, knowing that you were going to get hugs like this all the time now. They were so warm.

-Beelzebub- Your answer wasn’t what he was expecting, he was fully prepared for your rejection, at which case he was going to spirit you away and do whatever it took to get you to love him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, only for a moment or two before he exhaled deeply, not even realizing that he had been holding his breath. You smiled softly down at him before you got off him and gave him your hands to help him up, “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat!” he couldn’t help but smile, but agreed, suggesting your favorite restaurant, which made your eyes sparkle brightly.

-Nikola- His eyes softened as he gazed up at you, at your red face and smile, almost like he didn’t fully believe what he had seen. His hands guided you down to him so he could press his lips against your forehead before moving his arms around your middle, to hug you close. He exhaled deeply, before whispering softly, “I finally did it.” You couldn’t help but grin, sitting up, propping your elbows on his chest, “You finally did. I’ve been waiting~” he was stunned by your words before his own face flushed, realizing that you had seen him following you and you’ve been waiting!!

-Loki- His lips spread into a broad grin, elation on his face, “Y/N!!” you squealed as he swept you up, picking you up with ease and twirling you around, laughing warmly as he held you close, “I’ll make you so happy, Y/N- I promise! If I don’t make you smile at least ten times a day, then I’m a failure!” you couldn’t help but grin at his promise and words, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him, “My cheeks will hurt if I smile that much!” he laughed louder, “I don’t care!” his elation was infectious, you just felt so happy!!

[hergrandplan]

Wille's Month 2024 (@youngroyals-events ) Day 2: Summer

Read the drabble below or on ao3 (cw for implied sex)

Wille sleeps peacefully until about 2 am, when the first flash wakes him up. He blinks, a bit disoriented, barely noticing how the room keeps brightening for a split second before the darkness returns.

It isn’t rare for him to wake up in the middle of the night, but usually it’s because he had a nightmare.

Those nights, he curls himself into Simon's side, burying his face in his curls and inhaling his scent, to try and calm his rapid heartbeat down. Sometimes, Simon wakes up and they'll talk, Simon pressing Wille against him, smoothing his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Other times, when Simon is too fast asleep, he still responds by wrapping his arm around Wille, because somehow, he still knows. As if his body is simply attuned to Wille, the way it responds to his every subtle shift.

But tonight Wille hasn’t startled awake because of a nightmare - in fact, he was having the most pleasant dream he's had in a while, of running up cobblestone streets lined with soft yellow and pink houses. The Mediterranean sun shining down on them, but not outshining Simon’s warm smile next to him.

There’s another flash, and then Wille hears the first roar of thunder, and his brain slowly starts to catch up with what’s happening.

Wille lets his head fall back down to the pillow, groaning. Great.

A thunderstorm. Exactly what he needs.

Heavy drops of rain start hammering against the window, as if now that Wille’s awake, the sky can unleash its full power. Or maybe he’s only aware of it now, now that he’s fully conscious.

Of course, Simon’s still fast asleep beside him, arm flung over Wille’s torso. How Simon manages to sleep through the roaring storm outside, Wille has no idea. It’s nights like this where Wille wishes he had Simon’s skill to sleep through almost anything.

With a heavy sigh, Wille gets up from his side on the bed, carefully removing Simon’s arm from his chest, and goes to the bathroom to get himself a glass of water.

Lightning lights up the room in short intervals, occasionally followed by thunder, sometimes by just silence – but it’s non-stop. The rain is loudest of all.

It’s not like he’s scared of thunderstorms – they’re a common occurrence in summer, and usually, he even likes them. He loves to watch lightning streak across the sky high above them, huddling up inside with Simon and being very glad that he’s not outside. He even loves the thunder, imagines Thor riding his chariot in the sky and smashing his hammer.

It reminds him of afternoons chasing Erik through the palace in a never-ending game of tag because they couldn’t play outside, of staying up way past his bedtime to finish just one more chapter (it was never just one more chapter).

But tonight, he wishes for nothing more but the storm to pass. He already has trouble enough falling asleep as it is, and the continuous flashes, heavy rain and rolling thunder won’t help with that.

Defeated, knowing that he probably won’t get much sleep tonight now, he lets himself fall back onto the mattress. Simon stirs beside him, and for a second Wille holds his breath, afraid that he’s woken his boyfriend up. But Simon simply turns to his side, murmuring something incomprehensible, and it looks like Wille’s in the clear.

Then there’s a thunderclap so loud that it shakes the windows, rattles their building even, and with a gasp, Simon jolts up.

“What was that?” It comes out in one singular, panicked breath.

“Just a thunderstorm, darling,” Wille says from where he’s sprawled out behind Simon. Simon’s eyes, unfocussed at first, soften when they find his. Wille reaches out to him, eases him back down so that Simon’s lying on his chest, huddled in the warmth between their bodies. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Did it wake you up too? Or did you have another nightmare?” Simon places a warm hand on his chest, just above where Wille’s heart beats for him.

Wille winds one of Simon’s curls around his finger, and hums. “No, it was just the storm. I actually had a good dream tonight, so it’s even ruder that it woke me up.”

He can already see Simon’s eyes getting heavy again, now that the initial shock of adrenaline has passed.

“Whatwasitabout?” Simon mumbles.

“We were on vacation. In Italy, I think. Maybe Spain – somewhere south. We’d just come back from the beach, and there was salt stuck in your curls, and I was thinking about how we’d go back to our rental,” Wille stops playing with Simon’s curls to run his hand along his back, “and shower, and I would wash the salt out of your curls. But then I figured, if there’s salt in your curls, there’s probably salt in other places as well, so maybe I should clean that up too.”

Simon laughs softly. “You are very thorough in your cleaning.”

Simon opens his eyes for a brief second, but the sleep in his eyes has gone, replaced by something else. Something hungry.

“Maybe we can make your dream come true.”

“What? You want to go to Italy? Right now?” It’s not like Wille doesn’t know what Simon’s talking about, but he likes to tease him, likes to play just a bit dumb.

Simon groans, half-heartedly. “Wille,” he says, drawing out his name. “’m talking about the other part.”

“Ooh.” Wille raises his eyebrows in faked understanding and giggles. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that.”

Before Simon can say anything else, Wille scoops him up in his arms and carries him to the shower. It’s not like Wille was ever going to get much sleep tonight, and this certainly is way more fun.

The thunder is loud outside, but not as loud as Simon when he screams out Wille’s name, over and over again.

[casuallygoingoutofmymind]

My PJO fandom story

I first heard about Percy Jackson and the Olympians when I was like eight. I’d started reading The Kane Chronicles, and saw that in other books written by Rick Riordan. I was more interested in Egyptian mythology over Greek mythology at that time, and we didn’t have the books at my school library. When I was twelve, I saw several of my friends reading the books and still didn’t understand what all the hype was about. I thought it was overrated, so I looked it up to see if I was right. I saw the first book was The Lightning Thief, and a friend of mine had the entire series at her house. Naturally, I asked to borrow it, and naturally, I became hooked the moment I read the first sentence. I finished all the books in the span of two months and began The Heroes of Olympus series afterward. I cannot believe I ever thought I would hate those books.

So far, these are the Rick Riordan books I’ve read, in order of when I read them: The Red Pyramid, The Throne of Fire, The Serpent’s Shadow, The Son of Sobek, The Staff of Serapis, The Crown of Ptolemy, Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods, The Lightning Thief, Sea of Monsters, The Titan’s Curse, The Battle of the Labyrinth, The Last Olympian, The Lost Hero, The Sun and the Star.

The books that I still have to read: The Singer of Apollo, The Son of Neptune, The Mark of Athena, The House of Hades, The Blood of Olympus, The Chalice of the Gods, Wrath of the Triple Goddess (Coming September 2024!), The Hidden Oracle, The Dark Prophecy, The Burning Maze, The Tyrant’s Tomb, The Tower of Nero, The Sword of Summer, The Hammer of Thor, The Ship of the Dead, Percy Jackson’s Greek Heroes, The Demigod Files, The Demigod Diaries, Camp Half-Blood Confidential, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: the Ultimate Guide, Camp Jupiter Classifed - a Probatio’s Journal, Hotel Valhalla - Guide to the Norse Worlds, Brooklyn House Magician’s Manual, Daughter of the Deep

POVs these books are in:

The Lighting Thief: Percy Jackson, First Person

Sea of Monsters: Percy Jackson, First Person

The Titan’s Curse: Percy Jackson, First Person

Battle of the Labyrinth: Percy Jackson, First Person

The Singer of Apollo: Percy Jackson, First Person

The Last Olympian: Percy Jackson, First Person

The Lost Hero: Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Third Person Omniscient

The Son of Neptune: Percy Jackson, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Third Person Omniscient

The Mark of Athena: Annabeth Chase, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Percy Jackson, Third Person Omniscient

The House of Hades: Hazel Levesque, Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Frank Zhang, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Third Person Omniscient

The Blood of Olympus: Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, Nico di Angelo, Third Person Omniscient

Chalice of the Gods: Percy Jackson, First Person

Wrath of the Triple Goddess: Percy Jackson, First Person

The Hidden Oracle: Apollo/Lester Papadopolous, First Person

The Dark Prophecy: Apollo/Lester Papadopoulous, First Person

The Burning Maze: Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos, First Person

The Tyrant’s Tomb: Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos, First Person

The Tower of Nero: Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos, First Person

The Sun and the Star: Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Third Person Omniscient

Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods: Percy Jackson, First Person

Percy Jackson’s Greek Heroes: Percy Jackson, First Person

The Demigod Files: Percy Jackson, First Person

The Demigod Diaries: Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Dr. Claymore, First Person or Third Person Omniscient

Camp Half-Blood Confidential: Third Person Objective (?)

Camp Jupiter Classified - a Probatio’s Journal: Claudia, First Person

The Red Pyramid: Carter Kane, Sadie Kane, First Person

The Throne of Fire: Carter Kane, Sadie Kane, First Person

The Serpent’s Shadow: Carter Kane, Sadie Kane, First Person

The Son of Sobek: Carter Kane, First Person

The Staff of Serapis: Annabeth Chase, Third Person Omniscient

The Crown of Ptolemy: Sadie Kane, First Person

Brooklyn House Magician’s Manual: Carter Kane, First Person

The Sword of Summer: Magnus Chase, First Person

The Hammer of Thor: Magnus Chase, First Person

The Ship of the Dead: Magnus Chase, First Person

Hotel Valhalla - Guide to the Norse Worlds: Magnus Chase, First Person or Third Person Objective

Daughter of the Deep: Ana Dakkar, First Person

[rainydayathogwarts]

MARVEL MASTERLIST

So this is just a collection of all my old marvel works that I just don't really like, but I don't want to delete them because of the time i spent writing these. I will be uploading new marvel works on my main masterlist, but I'm going to keep them separate from these. Dividers from @cafekitsune

ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ

Just a scratch - Peter gets hurt on a mission and the reader fixes him up

House of memories - please read this it'll make me happy

Nightingale - In which reader works for her evil dad and bumps into the man who's been chasing after her for months out of work.

ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Taco Tuesday - When your secret relationship is revealed on Taco Tuesday

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀꜱ

Flashbacks - After Steve's death the reader remembers all the moments he left her for Peggy and wonders if she fell for the wrong soldier.

ᴛᴏɴʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

Lab partners - Singlemom!Reader falls in love with Tony after seeing how he is with her kid.

ᴛʜᴏʀ ᴏᴅɪɴꜱᴏɴ

Tony's assistant - When Thor meets Tony’s new assistant, there’s an immediate spark and the flirting begins. Tony goes out of his way to get them together

ꜱᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ

Sore bodies and baggy t-shirts * - The aftermath of one of Tony's parties

[franticvampirereads]

Is it really September already? With the heatwave coming this weekend it really doesn’t feel like fall yet. But, that doesn’t mean I can’t diving into all the fall reads! So here’s what I’m reading this month:

Alpha Dragon’s Jackal -currently reading

The Summer Palace -currently reading

A Taste of Gold & Iron

Savage Titan

Marriage To Kitsune-Sama

Two Who Live On

Magnus Chase And The Hammer Of Thor (wrong book in the photo 🤦‍♀️)

The Snake Loved The Sparrow

Pumpkin Patch Cutie

Here’s to a great reading month! 😊📚

[3mcwriting]

Sorry Boys

The first  part of this chapter is on a group chat with all the original six Avengers, Loki, Bucky, Peter, and the twins. The other part of the chapter is a regular oneshot.

•••••

Glorified Tincan: Avengers Assemble!!!!

America's Ass🙌: Hey! That's my line!

Glorified Tincan: shut up grandpa

Russian Spy👀: when did Steve learn how to text?

Manchurian Candidate: he learned earlier

Speedy: when did you learn how to text!?!?

Me: I taught Bucky and Steve

Sparky⚡: THAT WAS VERY KIND OF YOU LADY (Y/N) WOULD YOU HELP MY BROTHER PLEASE???????

Reindeer Games: I am not your brother! You bumbling imbecile turn off your caps lock and you do not need so many question marks! And I have learned quite well how to text. But (y/n) if you would like to help me, come by my chambers later darling😉

Speedy: I think I just threw up a little in my mouth

America's Ass🙌: same

Manchurian Candidate: Me too

Reindeer Games: you're all just jealous that my darling is with me

Speedy: you sure about that? you know her lips are even softer than they appear

Legolas Wannabe: Oh shit! Pietro you better run if you don't want to get attacked by a knife wielding maniac!

America's Ass🙌: we're under attack?!

Russian Spy👀: nah just Pietro

Glorified Tincan: yeah we have two knife wielding maniacs here, youre gonna have to be more specific Barton

Legolas Wannabe: well it was just Loki but our second maniac looks like he's about to attack

America's Ass🙌: Oh no

Paprika Twin: get ready for the show

Best SpideyBoi💛💛: 👀🍿

~~~

You looked up from your phone when you heard the yell.

"Loki, get back here! We talked about this! No chasing people with knives!" You heard Thor bellow from somewhere in the compound.

"You too, Buck! No chasing people with knives!" Steve exclaimed.

"Don't worry! Pietro doesn't have a knife!" You heard Bucky shout, making you snort. You chuckled lightly but stopped when you heard a crash.

You stood up quickly, running down the hallway towards the noise. When you walked into the room you saw Bucky and Loki glaring at Pietro, each with knives in their hands.

"Damn Barton, you weren't lying," you exhaled, almost impressed that they had managed to corner the speedster..

You watched as Thor walked between Loki and Pietro. "Calm down, brother! You must let the quick one go."

You stepped toward them. "Don't worry, Thor. They most likely won't be able to hit him."

"Most likely?” Pietro gave you a wounded look, his hand placed over his heart. “Really, gorgeous? I thought you had more faith in me—I do have super speed after all."

"Yeah, but you also have an ex-assasin and a literal god trying to attack you so…”

"Well, none of you boys need to be jealous of Pietro anyway," Natasha said as she strutted into the room. 

"And why is that?" Loki questioned.

"Because you should be jealous of me." Nat responded smugly, quickly spinning you and capturing your lips firmly in hers. She pulled away with a smirk. "Isn’t that right, babe?"

"Babe?!” Wanda squealed, clasping her hands together. “How did I miss this!? When did this happen??"

“About two months ago,” you responded with a smile. “Sorry, boys.”

[panxramic]

Goddess of Mischief and the God of Thunder

Chayanne and Tallulah except they’re Thor and Loki

Chayanne quietly leans up against the wall. Beside him Lullah was inputting a code that she had stolen from the GrandMaster into the door.

There were a lot of things swirling in Chayanne’s mind. After everything that had happened, losing their dad Phil and finding out they have an evil older brother, being with Lullah again after he thought she was dead was just another slap in the face, but one he was unfortunately used to. How many times will they go through this? How many times will he chase after his own sister just for her to stab him in the back and lie again? There’s a war going on at home and he has to get back, no matter how little it seems Lullah seems to care.

After a bit more silence he spoke up, “Hey so… listen uh… we should talk.”

Lullah stopped in her tracks. “I disagree.” She continued on with the passcode, “Open communication was never our family's forte.”

“Yeah you have no idea.” Both walked into the next room lazer guns drawn. “Been quite the revelation since we last spoke.”

A hoard of soldiers awaited them on the other side of the door.

“Hallo.” Chayanne smiled at them.

“Hola.” Lullah followed.

They both opened fire as everyone dropped to the floor. A string of stray lazers bounced off the walls and a yell from down the hall could be heard. As the first room of soldiers went down another group marched in guns already drawn. Chayanne and Lullah quickly dodged behind two pillars on the opposite side of the room.

Chayanne glanced over at her, she caught his eye, “Phil brought us together,” she turned to look back into the room before dodging back, nearly being missed by a blast, “ it’s almost poetic that his death should split us apart.”

One last look and the pair were marching back into the room side by side. Chayanne taking care of the ones in front and Lullah watching their backs as more soldiers ran in. They circled the room quickly and effectively getting to the other side where another input awaited. The goddess dropped her gun to use the code and behind her, Chayanne continued to fire.

“We might as well be strangers now.” She put in the code to the door closing them off from the soldiers behind, “Two kids of the crown… set adrift.”

Another door opens in front and a soldier walks out, gun pointed at Tallulah’s face. She raises her hands and backs up as the soldier follows suit. Right as he passes through Chayanne jumps from the side disarming him and knocking him out to the ground.

“Thought you didn’t want to talk about it?”

Lullah stopped to think for a second. No, she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Here’s the thing,” she began as she followed behind him. “I’m probably better off staying here on Sakaar,” she says as they both enter and ride up the elevator of the GrandMaster’s tower.

All too quickly Chayanne replied, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

Lullah was taken aback, her face twisting into one of confusion and curiosity, “Did you just agree with me?” This wasn’t the response she was expecting.

“Come on, this place is perfect for you.” A couple of years ago he probably would’ve thought differently. A couple months ago he probably would’ve asked her to come with him. “It’s savage, chaotic, lawless, hermanita you’re gonna do great here.”

“Do you truly think so little of me?”

There was a pause as Chayanne looked over into her eyes, she could see a wash of sincerity as he spoke with adoration, “Lullah, I thought the world of you.”

What?

“I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever but… at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me.” Tallulah looks down as a feeling of sadness washes over her, Chayanne continues, “I don’t know maybe there is still good in you but let’s be honest our paths diverged a long time ago.”

It took Chayanne a long time to realize that. There’s only so much pleading he can do, and there's only so much fighting he can take. He’s mourned his little sister too many times and every time he does try to reach for her and pull her back into the light she loses her way. He tries to help, but all they ever do is hurt each other. If she doesn’t want to stay, then he has to let her go.

Lullah nods her head slowly, she’s in disbelief. He’s tricking her… he’s doing it on purpose. “Yeah… It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.” That should sting him, that should cause a reaction.

“That’s what you always wanted.” He says instead. Chayanne knows her games, he knows how she uses words to hurt him and get what she wants. He turns to give her a cheeky smile, does she really want to stay?

Tallulah takes a deep breath, yeah… that’s what she has always wanted. So why is she sad her brother isn’t asking her to stay? Why does it hurt? This is her chance to start over, to live outside of her brother’s shadow. She can finally be on her own, alone.

She’s going to be alone.

[suffcring]

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Touch is where truth lays for Darcy; where she can tongue whip another into disbelief and ignore the words that come in return, Buggy's warm hands collect her by the curve of her jaw and she melts against him, long lashes resting against the freckles of her blushing cheek. It's a sweet picture, probably -- she thinks, to those who do not know what kind of touch and thrill their last interaction was built off of. How she'd pressed him on his back and...

But that was then, over a month in the past, and this is now. He doesn't look exactly the same as she'd left him, or maybe she's built him up something fierce in her mind. Same clown nose, same elegant length of hair, but those eyes she likes so much are ringed in dark sleepless flesh, almost bruise-like in their appearance. Buggy's tall form seems to hunch over her.

Darcy breaks from his attempt at gentle affection, and grabs his face with firm fingers (a violent mirror of his hold on her), head tilting to the side as she inspects him.

"D'you want me to say not anymore? I guess that would be more rizz than yeah its not as if Jane was excited to see you again."

Jane had not been thrilled when they had seen Big Top's Jolly Roger, though Darcy had been practically vibrating as they had docked in at port, her short, compact and curvy body nearly jumping over the taffrail as Thor had once done in an effort to make it to him.

Strange, how she had thought of a one night stand so endlessly. Turning parts of him over and over in her mind at times, mostly before sleep. Darcy had tried chasing him out of her thoughts with other conquests but they had been.... boring. Funny, how a world full of crazy shit could be so vanilla in bed.

Her thumb smooths over his cheeks, as if she could simply erase the signs of his sleeplessness, though she still grins with mischief.

"I forgot my beanie last time."