"I Can Do This All Day"

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! I write stuff for MCU characters (I don't write smut)

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I know this isn’t Marvel and I don’t know if any of my followers are Sherlock fans, but I made a thing and I thought I’d share.

(I don’t know if this has been done before, excuse me if it has been)

[buckysplumshampoo]

Hi I hope im not bothering you, but i was wondering if youd write a wanda x fem reader imagine doing spring cleaning type domestic stuff? 🌺🌺

Sorry, I’ve been really busy so that’s why I’ve only posted it just now. I hope you like it! xx

[buckysplumshampoo]

‘Like normal people!’

Request: Hi I hope im not bothering you, but i was wondering if youd write a wanda x fem reader imagine doing spring cleaning type domestic stuff?

Word count: 625

Warnings: none

Pairing: fem!reader x Wanda Maximoff

You stumbled down the hallway, hands full with cleaning equipment, stopping a few times to get a good grip on everything again before you’d drop it. You walked into the living room, where Wanda was sitting on the couch, wearing an oversized sweater, biting her thumb nail as she reads a book with a deep, concentrated frown on her face. “Hey Лепа.” you said and smiled as Wanda looked up. “Hey, what’s that?” she asks as she looks past you at all the stuff on the table. “We’re going to have a clean up here, a big one, it’s about time.” You could hear Wanda sigh deep and you smirked slightly. “It’s not really necessary is it?” she says with an innocent smile as she puts a bookmark between her book, before closing it. “I think it is, we have been living like hermits, shoving all our cleaning up work to tomorrow and then the day after that and then the day after that-...” “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Wanda she smirks slight as she stands up. “Well, what do you want cleaned first?” she asks as she puts her elbow in her side and holds up her hand, her red magic floating between her fingers. “No, no, no magic, we’re going to do this like normal people!” you grin. “Normal people?” She closes her hand and her magic disappears. “You know what I mean, now help me.” you hold out a bucket with sponges inside to her. She cheekily squints her eyes at you, before yanking it playfully out of your hand. “Okay, so we need to re-organize our drawers and cabinets and all, I can’t find anything around this house anymore, oh and we need to dust off like this whole house, this place consists mostly of dust I think, also the windows need to be cleaned-...” you rambled. “Yes boss.” Wanda interrupted. “Oh shut it, you’ve been sulking about losing things and things being dirty around here as well.” “Mhmhh.” she nods and suppresses a smirk. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smirk. You two started cleaning up, firstly cleaning out closets, cabinets and drawers. “Oh! I’ve been looking for this everywhere!” you hear Wanda say. You look up at her as she slides a ring on her finger and looks at it. “Isn’t that the ring I gave you?” you asked. “Yes.” “How long have you been looking?” “Oh, I lost it a little time ago.” “Last week you said you still had it.” Wanda was silent for a bit, before that familiar ‘innocent’ smile creeps up on her face. “I should’ve seen through you when I asked, I knew something was off.” Wanda chuckled. “Well, I’ve found it now, so.” she smirked. You threw a wet cloth at her. “Hey!” she shrieked. You sniggered. “Get back to work you.” you smirked. “такав босси дама.” Wanda mumbled in Serbian and smirked to herself. “You know I still can’t understand you that well when you talk Serbian.” “That’s why I do it.” she chuckled and went back to cleaning. You two continued cleaning for almost the entire day. When you were finished, you both plopped down on the couch, exhausted. The house smelled strongly of cleaning products and things looked very organised. It was silent for a bit. “I liked it better when it was messier.” “Yeah, me too.” you said before both bursting out sniggering. “I’m exhausted, next time we clean, we should keep it smaller and let me use my magic please.” “Deal.” you huffed. You turned on the TV, grabbed a blanket and snuggled up with Wanda on the couch, who fell asleep quite swiftly. “Sleep tight Лепа.” you whispered and pecked her gently on top of her head.

Лепа(Lepa)= beautiful                                                                                Tакав босси дама (takav bossi dama)= such a bossy lady

Hey, I haven’t posted in a while, because I’ve been very busy. Anyways, I’ll try and start writing more again. I hope you guys like this one and again, I apoligize for any grammar and/or language mistakes.

[buckysplumshampoo]

Hello, I was wondering if you have a masterlist??

No I don't, since I have only written about 3 things on this blog. I plan on making one, once I have posted more. :)

[buckysplumshampoo]

I like how in your posts with all the characters you have Natasha and Wanda there as well. Makes me happy to see that since in these fandoms it's really just the guys who get all the attention. Do you have anything with male or NB readers? Thanks! Love your stories! <3

Hi! Since my blog is new I haven’t written anything with NB or male readers. I know I’ve used female pronouns in some of my writing though. I try to stay as genderneutral with my writing as possible. Also, I write on request, so if requested, I’d be happy to write with any pronouns (female, male, NB, etc). Thanks for your kind message!

[buckysplumshampoo]

“I’ll always keep you safe.”  (Peter Parker)

Request: The Avengers finding out the reader has a stalker who comes to her job every day, only to come home crying because confronting them backfired. Cause she hates confrontation and the stalker yelled and threatened her. If it’s too much characters, just Peter Parker is good for me.

Word count: 761

Warnings: Stalking, threats and yelling, crying, that kind of stuff.

Requests are open!

Your chest heaved as you walked down the street. You sniffed and wiped the tears from your eyes, as you tried to avoid the gazes of strangers that are passing by.

"You think you're special or something?! Well, get over yourself!"

You bumped into someone. You muttered a quick 'sorry', as you kept walking. You held your own arms as you anxiously looked around, making sure no one was following you.

"I know where to find you! Don't think I won't find you! "

The words echoed through your head and they made you shiver. You don't want to go home, you felt way to scared to be alone right now. No, you had to go to someone.

You knew were Peter lived and it wasn't too far away from where you were at now, so you decided to head over there. You arrived at the front of his door and for a moment you hesitated, looking around over your shoulders again, before ringing the doorbell. You waited impatiently, wiping the last few tears from your eyes, as you kept looking around. The door opened and you jumped slightly. Peter answered the door, at first smiling as he greeted you joyfully, but as he saw your expression, his face fell. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked with that sweet tone in his voice he always had. "I-.. Work... This Guy-.." You rambled, you couldn't speak well. "Hey, hey! It's okay, come in..." He motioned for you to enter. You hesitantly walked in. Peter closed the door and you pulled off your jacket and hung it on the coat rack. "I-..is your aunt home..?" You asked with a soft voice. "No, she's not here no..." He answered. It was silent for a bit. "I-..I'll get you something to drink, you can... Uh.. Go upstairs if you want, you know where my room is." He said as he dissapeared into the kitchen.

You walked upstairs. You had been here before, so you knew where Peter's room was. You looked around his room. Most of it looked the same as the last time you came over, but it was a normal teenage boy room: messy. You didn't mind though. You walked to the window and looked out of it. You stood there for a bit, until you heard Peter's footsteps on the stairs. You turned around to him, as he entered his room, placing two glasses of soda down on his desk, looking at you cautiously. You took a deep breath and sniffed as you looked down at your feet short. You knew he was waiting on you to start talking and that he didn't just want to ask, in case he invaded your privacy or something.

"Someone has been stalking me... For a while now." You said as calm as you could. "What...?" Peter asked softly, as he frowned. "He's been coming to my workplace everyday." You paused. "At first I didn't notice, but eventually I started to notice him always being there." Peter is just silent, processing what you just said.  "And-..." Your voice cracked. "I got enough of it! It made me uncomfortable, it freaked me out!" You raised your voice a bit, out of anxiety. "I understand." Peter said softly. "So I confronted him and I-.. I shouldn't have!" Tears were welling up in your eyes again. "Why not y/n? You were-..." You cut him off. "He started yelling at me! He started threatening me Peter!" Peter's eyes widened and his shoulders slumped. "He-.. I-.. I don't feel safe... He's out there still, what if he finds me again?!" You rambled. "Hey, hey, hey!" He walked over to you, grabbing one of your hands carefully and gave it a light squeeze. "First of all, this wasn't your fault, don’t beat yourself up about it." He said. "Second of all, you were brave to do so and you were right to confront him." He looked down short, sighing soft. "Third..." He looked at you again. "If he ever bothers you again, I will personally hunt him down, I don't know how, but I will." You looked at him with a gloomy expression on your face and watery eyes. "I'll do anything so that you’ll feel safe at work." He gave you an endearing smile. "No wait, make that everywhere." He gave you a reassuring smirk, one that make you crack a smile. “Not sure how you’ll do that, but that sounds nice.” You smiled weakly, but genuinly. He pulled you into a hug, a tight, but warm and loving hug. Your breath shivered as you relaxed in his arms a bit. It was quiet for a bit, before Peter broke the silence.

  "I'll always keep you safe."

[buckysplumshampoo]

Hi, I was wondering if you had any rules for requesting? It's just so bc I don't think anyone wants to accidentally make you uncomfortable with something

Hey, thanks for asking. I'm pretty much cool with writing most stuff. Only thing I won't write is smut.

[buckysplumshampoo]

Preference: First “I love you” (Avengers, Marvel)

Steve Rogers: 

It happened on one of Steve’s bad days. He pretty much dragged himselfs upstairs to his apartment, after a failed mission. He searched for his apartment key, patting on his front pockets, then on his back pockets. He groaned when he realised he probably lost or left them somewhere. You opened the door, looking up at him with warm smile. You had the keys to Steve’s apartment for a short while now since you’re dating, so you could regularly be found there. You noticed the gloominess in his face as he gave you a weak, pressed smile. You turned around and walked back into the kitchen, where you were making dinner. Steve walked in and closed the door, being home immediately puts him a bit at ease. You knew not to ask how his day went when he came home like this, his face said enough “You want to eat on the couch to watch TV?” you asked with a gentle smile. “You trust me with eating on the couch?” he smirked at you weak. “It’s your couch, if you make mess that’ll be on you.” you smirked back. He chuckled and sat down on the couch, turning on the tv and zapping through the channels a bit clumsily. You came out of the kitchen with two plates with food. You handed him one as you sat down on the couch. You two ate and watched TV, both being silent most of the time. Steve had his feet up on the coffee table, right besides his dirty plate as he looked at the TV almost emotionless. It was when your fingers crept up in his neck, into his hair, gentle stroking his blonde hair that Steve fully relaxed. He looked at you, with a odd mixture of doubt and admiration, as you looked back with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to say something. “I love you..” he muttered.

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky had moved in with you shortly after you two got together, it helped him lay low. You knew about Bucky’s past with Hydra, but it didn’t change your perspective of him, because you knew the real Bucky. Tonight you had a long shift again, so you came home late.Your apartment was entirely dark and silent apart from the dim light and muffled sounds coming from your bedroom. You made your way to your bedroom and carefully opened the door, incase Bucky was asleep. You entered, Bucky’s sleepy but open eyes looked at you. He was in bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, the blankets covering him half, as the TV lit up his face a bit.. “Hey doll..” he said with a raspy voice. “Hey, sorry I’m late again, my work-...” “I know doll, just get ready for bed, you look tired.” he chuckled lightly. You sighed and gave him a sweet, but indeed tired smile. You showered, changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, before walking to the bed. Normally you’d lay down on Bucky’s right side, that’s what he insisted on, because his normal arm as on the right and he couldn’t hurt you with that. But now you crawled into bed next to him on his left side. His head immediately shot up at you, frowning as if you had forgotten. “Doll-...” You shushed him. You carefully grabbed Bucky’s metal arm, lifting it up slightly, he hesitantly cooperated as you wrapped his cold, metal arm around yourself, snuggling against him as you looked at the TV. Bucky looked down at you for a bit, slightly overwhelmed by the suddenness of your actions, before slowly relaxing, putting his arm around you a bit more securely. You smiled soft to yourself. The only sounds in the room where the ones coming from the TV, as you two silently watched. “I love you..” he whispered eventually.

Peter Parker:

You didn’t think dating the quiet, nerdy boy from school would bring a lot of chaos with it. You found out about him being Spiderman after you caught him in his suit in his room. It took Peter a little while to calm you down and reassure you that everything was fine. Since then everything changed, at first you didn’t mind, but his week cut it though. He had left during classes with some sort of excuse, he didn’t show up at the Academic Decathlon practices and he didn’t show up at your house when you were supposed to hang out. You shrugged it off, until you remembered there was a deadline at the end of the week for a certain essay, which was to be graded highly and after all Peter had missed, he couldn’t afford another bad grade. It was Friday, you stood with Peter and Ned at Peter’s locker. “Dude, your Spidey and Peter agendas aren’t really matching, is schoolwork going to be a problem?” Ned asked. “No man, it’s fine, just got like two bad grades, nothing major, besides, I’ll catch up with everything in no time.” Peter shrugged. “Well, if you just hand in that essay today I think you’ll be good.” Ned said. Peter’s face drained of color. “Essay..?” he mumbled confused. “Yeah man, you didn’t do it?” Ned widened his eyes. “Shit, shit, shit-...” he slammed his locker shut and turned to you two, a bit panicked. “What the hell should I do?!”. Ned opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by you, pressing a small stack of papers in Peters hands. “Rely on your girlfriend..” you said bluntly as the bell rang, walking off to your class. Peter looked at the essay in his hands in shock, before looking down the hallway at you again. “Oh my god, I love you!” he blurted out loudly, for everyone to hear.

Loki Odinson/Laufeyson:

It happened the day Odin had fallen into Odinsleep. You were standing in Loki’s bedroom, the room was dark as the curtains were closed, only a few torches on the wall lit the room up moderately. Loki stood with his back turned to you, you could see him breathing heavy by the way his shoulders lifted rapidly. “They lied to me…” he said coldly. “What-..?” you wanted to ask.  “They lied to me..” he repeated. “About who I am… my entire life…” he finished. You frowned. “A monster..” he mumbled, almost more to himself. “Loki, you’re not a monster-..” you were about to say, until Loki swiftly turned around, as if you had said the most offensive thing in the world. You widened your eyes as you looked at him. “You’re-..?”  “Horrifying?! Revolting?! A Frost giant?!” he spat, walking over to you threateningly. You stood your ground as he leaned over you a bit, keeping eye contact with his now bright, red eyes, who looked down upon you with anger but also fear in his eyes. “Yes my love, take a good look at what I actually am…” he said with gritted teeth. “Loki…” you muttered soft and utterly calm. He frowned confused at you, still waiting for you to scream or something. “Your origins don’t matter to me.” you said calm. “Wh-what..?” he said a bit breathless. You lifted your arm, holding out your hand. His blue, dull skin, turned into his normal, warm skin tone again, right as you put your hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes and places his hand on top of yours. You smiled soft at him. “You’re no monster…” you whispered. He opened his eyes, they had turned back into their beautiful, green state, as he looked down at you again. “I-.. I love you…” he choked out.

Thor Odinson: 

You had met Thor on earth. You knew who and what Thor was: a god. He had talked your ears off plenty of times about Asgard and his infamous battles in space, but you had never been there. Thor had left to Asgard on multiple occasions, promising you he’d take you with him one day. Today was that day: Thor finally wanted you to meet his parents. You had just arrived at Asgard through the Bifrost, which had made you nauseous. You quickly put that aside though once you took a good look at where you had just arrived: Asgard. It was beautiful and you silently wished Thor would’ve taken you here earlier. You made your way into the castle where you were greeted by maids. Thor said he had some small business to do and that you’d meet up again in a bit. The maids took you to the room you would be staying. “Lady y/n, would you allow us to assist you in freshening you up after your trip?” One of the maids asked. You nodded but frowned a bit, apparently they knew your name and apparently ‘freshening up’ meant dressing up in a gorgeous Asgardian gown, getting your hair done beautifully and being treated like an absolute princess. Eventually they escorded you to the enormous Great Hall doors, where Thor was already standing, still looking the exact same as when he got here. His eyes widened a bit when he caught sight of you. The maids left as you stood next to Thor, quite nervous. “I’m glad you want me to meet your parents, I know it’s something of importance to you.” you smiled up at him. Thor just smiled back at you, he is nervous as well, especially for his father's reaction, but seeing your enthusiasm eased him. He took your hand and right before he walked into the Great Hall, he turned to you again shortly. “I love you y/n.”

Pietro Maximoff: 

“Принцеза, where is my running jacket?” Pietro asked as he was running from one place to the other, searching. “I put it in the washing machine, it smelled.” you said as you stood in the kitchen, making some breakfast for Pietro and you. “But I’m going out in a bit, I need it.” “Then grab your other one.” “The other one is more comfortable.” he pouted. You sighed deep and stopped what you were doing, making your way to the laundry room. You took out his wet jacket and put it in the dryer. “It’ll be dry in a bit.” You continued what you were doing in the kitchen, before handing Pietro his breakfast. He eats as he keeps pacing around, this boy can never sit or stand still. “How long did you say it was going to take before it dried?” he asked with his mouth full. “Just wait.” you sighed again. Pietro was done eating in no time and he rushed to the laundry room. “Can I take it out?” he yelled. You rolled your eyes short. “Sure.” you replied. He came running back. “It’s still a bit wet, but good enough.” he smiled dorkily. “Now I have to go.” in a split second he ran towards the door, making some papers that were laying on the table fly around. “Oops, sorry.” You knelt to grab the papers, putting them back on the table. You were used to all the literal speed that went into a normal day with Pietro and it was funny from time to time, but sometimes tiring as well, he knew that. You put your hands in your side as you looked at him. He looked at you for a few seconds with his lips pressed together, before he sped towards you, standing still in front of you as he pecked you on your cheek. “I love you Принцеза.”

Принцеза = Princeza (Princess)

Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda had a bit of difficulty with American culture at first. Yes, she could speak English and all, but sometimes she missed things from her homeland. You had noticed that, so you dedicated yourself to learning as much of her culture as possible. That included cooking for her, something you were going to do for her. She had told about some dishes she really liked when she was younger, so you quickly went searching for recipes. You stood in the kitchen, frowning as you read the recipe, you had to say you weren’t the best cook. You eventually started following the recipe, glancing at it frequently, really wanting to do this well for Wanda. You finished after some time and called for Wanda. She came walking in just as you were putting the food on two plates. “What is this?” she asked. “Ја сам кухана за тебе” you tried to say with confidence, you had tried learning some Serbian, but you were pretty bad at it. “You are cooked for me?” she asked laughing. You groaned at your failure. “I try.” You chuckled. “It smells good, what is it?” “Paprikash, you’ve told me you liked that.” She widened her eyes a bit and smiled. “I do, where is this coming from though if I may ask?” “I know you’ve been missing your home and all, so I thought I’d do this one thing for you.” You said as you shoved one of the plates to her, as she sat down at the kitchen island, before taking a bite. You sat down as well, waiting for her reaction. “That’s actually not too bad” she said as she smiled bright. “Yes!” you smirked, proud at yourself. Wanda kept smiling as she looked at you with admiration and gratefulness. “Волим те” (I love you)

Natasha Romanoff:

You were out on a mission with Natasha. You were a skilled spy and sniper, you were mostly put on missions that required a lot of stealth. You and Nat had been dating for a little while, so missions with just the two of you were always nice: none of the guys would be interfering, no jokes or bickering that would make you roll your eyes and this way you could keep a close eye on one another, after all, you both were very protective of the other. “I see 3 guys out here by the gates” you said through your earpiece as you were situated on top of a building. “All right, I’ll go through there, you keep your eyes open.” you heard Natasha’s voice in your ear. “I always do.” you smirked to yourself as you looked through your scope at the guards. “Think you can handle them all, I’ve got a clear shot from here.” “Have a little faith in me y/n.” you heard the playfulness in her tone. You saw Natasha in the distance, a corner away from where the guards were standing. Then she attacked, this was always the fun part to look at. She took the three of them out in which seemed like seconds, soundless and unseen. You grinned as you saw Natasha look your direction with a smirk on her face. Then you spot movement in the corner of your eye through the scope. As Nat tries to break into the gates, two armed men come walking over from an exit you both hadn’t seen. The two yell and raise their weapons as they spot Natasha, who you can see cursing. You swiftly aimed your sniper and shot twice, taking them both out through a headshot. “Careful there, you owe me one now.” you said with sass and cheekiness in your voice. You heard Natasha chuckle. “God, I love you.”

Hope you guys liked this one. I apologize for any grammar or language mistakes. Requests are open!!

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[buckysplumshampoo]

Howdy! I was wondering if you would be so kind as to tag me in your future marvel preferences? I love preferences and yours was so cute! I eagerly await more of your writing!

Thank you so much! I’d be more than happy to tag you, a new preference is coming up soon! 

[buckysplumshampoo]

Hello! Do you do tags? If so could I be tagged in the Marvel Preferences? Thank you! ~Kai🖤

I would happily do that, only problem is: you asked me this anonymously. You could message me if you want, so I can tag you in my next Preference list. :)

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Preference: How you meet them for the first time. (Avengers, Marvel)

Steve Rogers:

You had just moved to a new apartment complex. Most things like furniture and all were already moved inside your new home. You were only left carrying a few smaller boxes with some of your stuff inside from the trunk of your car, but that didn’t mean they weren’t heavy. You were slightly groaning as you tried to lift a box from your car when you heared a kind, warm voice. “Need some help with that?” You looked up, you were going to say: “I got it”, but when you were met with the sight of Steve, who had a kind smile on his face, you kept your mouth shut, only giving him a shy smile before nodding. He walked over to you and you two properly introduced yourself (as if you didn’t know who he was). He helped you carry the heavier boxes, which he carried with such ease, it looked like he was carrying a box of feathers, to your apartment. After you were done you stood before each other a bit awkwardly. “It was nice uh… helping you.” he said with a sweet smile. You chuckled and thanked him. As he turned to leave, he looked at you again (insert gif here), before walking off. 

Bucky Barnes:

Your mom always insisted that you’d go fruit and vegetable shopping at the market in town. “It better than the stuff they sell in the supermarket!” she’d say. So at the moment you were strolling through the busy crowds that filled the streets. You walked past different stands that sold different things, you were always interested what people were selling. Eventually you went to the fruit and vegetables stand, where numerous people were standing. You were looking through various kinds of fruits, checking for the best and ripest ones, as you noticed a taller figure standing next to you, doing the same thing. You looked up at the man, who quickly noticed your movement and looked back at you. For a moment he looks a bit suspicious and caught at you, before softening his expression as he sees you have the same, soft look on your face. You press your lips together slightly as you smile at the quite attractive man, before continuing what you were doing, but you glance at him a few times from the corner of your eyes. The man buys some plums and pays the seller. You look at the man again as he’s about to walk away. He gives you a genuine smile, darting his eyes to the ground shortly. “Bye..” he says, the smile remains on his face as he walks off. You can’t help but smile to yourself as you buy what you need. Hoping to yourself that you’ll meet him again.

Peter parker:

You went to the same school as Peter. You had seen him a few times before in the hallways and you knew his name, but nothing more. He caught your eye at the beginning of the school year in chemistry class. He showed that he’s actually really smart and that impressed you, not to mention his looks that go with it. You sadly never really had the courage to go up to him and talk. That was until Liz’s birthday party. A lot of people were invited, including you. Although you weren’t really that big of friends of liz, you got along just fine. As you arrived at the party, you listened to a bit of a cringy announcement that Flash shouted in the microphone. You sighed and went to grab something to drink. As you grabbed a cup of soda and took a sip, you spotted Peter and his friend Ned walk in. They looked around a bit helpless and uncomfortable. That was until Ned spotted you and his face lit up. He pulled Peter down a bit by his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. Peter widened his eyes and before he could say anything Ned walked off. Peter stood alone, looking around awkwardly, fidgeting. He seemed to mumble something under his breath, before standing up straight and walked over to where you were standing, grabbing a drink as well. You two were standing next to each other pretty awkwardly, until he turned to face you. “I’m P-..” he says before getting cut off by Flash, who yelled “Penis Parker!” through his microphone. You looked at Flash with a frown before looking at Peter with a raised eyebrow before you started chuckling. He closed his eyes for a second and sighed, before speaking again: “I’m Peter.” he said a bit shy before giving you a sweet smile. 

Loki Laufeyson:

You met loki on Sakaar. You were one of the lucky people that got on the good side of the Grand Master: you weren’t used as a gladiator or a slave of some sort. You walked into one of the many party rooms the Grand Masters tower had to offer, in search of an acquaintance of yours, they owed you some units. There was laughter and chatter all around the room, people were drinking and partying like there was no worry in the world. You spotted your ‘friend’ and walked over to them, walking past a couch that was being occupied by numerous of people. You were about to call out to your acquaintance when a deep, smooth voice spoke to you. “Maid, fetch me a drink would you?” said a man, sat on the couch with others, with pitch black hair and dressed in a dark green suit with a cape which was yellow from the inside. He shot you a short, smug look, before turning back to his entourage. “Maid?” you exclaimed with an unimpressed look on your face, making the man turn to look at you again. “Go get it yourself princess.” you spat. The man squinted his eyes short, before standing up, leaving his company as he strutted towards you. “Where did a girl like you get such a smart mouth?” He said with a compelling, but intrigued tone in his voice. “Learned it from meeting twats like you.” you spoke calmly. That seemed to amuse the man as he let out a delighted laugh. “Meet? I haven’t even properly introduced myself.” he said with a grin resting on his face. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow. “I’m Loki, son of laufey, God of Mischief”

Thor Odinson:

You had a date tonight, for the first time in forever. Your last break-up was really tough and you told yourself not to date anyone for some time, just to heal and take time for yourself. But you had waited long enough to put yourself back out there. You had been chatting with a guy via text for a few days and you agreed to meet. You had to admit you were excited, but also nervous. He told you he wanted to meet in a bar. That wasn’t the first place that came to mind when you were thinking about ‘dates’, but how bad could it be. You arrived at the pub a few minutes before your agreed meeting time. You took a seat at the bar and ordered a water in advance. Then the wait begun. Ten minutes passed… then fifteen minutes… twenty… thirty. You sighed deep as you checked your phone, you had sent him a few “Where are you’s?”, but no response. You put your phone away and groaned, hiding your head in your hands for a few seconds. “Are you alright ma’am?’ a heavy, but friendly voice asked. You looked to your side. A long, blonde haired man was looking at you with a kind look on his face. “Oh yeah… just got stood up I think.” you said with disappointment in your voice. “Stood up?” the man asks confused. “Yeah, I had a date but he hasn’t showed up.” you press your lips together, standing up to leave. “Would you like to have a drink with me perhaps?” the blonde asks. There was something really charming and relaxed about the man, so after a short silence to think, you decided to sit next to him on a stool. The man looked at you with a smile (insert gif here). “I’m y/n by the way.” you said with a soft smile. “Thor.”

Pietro Maximoff:

You were scurrying down a street, you were going to be late for your job application if you didn’t hurry. You were hastily searching through your bag, checking if you brought some important papers that were required at this job interview. This was going to be one of your first, more serious jobs. You had been delivering newspapers for quite some time but in your mind that didn’t count as a serious job. You mumbled to yourself as you took out a few things from your bag, holding them in your other hand or putting them in your jacket pockets as you kept searching. The streets were pretty empty so you weren’t really looking out for any other pedestrians. Bad move. Before you could even curse to yourself, because you couldn’t find what you needed, you bumped into someone pretty hard, they seemed to be going in a quick pace as well. You dropped some of the stuff, and some things fell from your bag as it thumped onto the ground. Now you cursed, before quickly kneeling down to collect your stuff. “Are you good lady..?” a guy with a thick, slavic, but friendly voice asked. “Yeah! I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. I was searching for this resume thing and I forgot to look where I was going.” you rambled. “I apologize too, I should’ve looked out.” the guy says, having a soft smirk on his face. You stood back up to face him, before you looked down at his hands, he was holding one of your papers that flew out. “I’m Pietro by the way and I believe this is yours.” he says with that insanely attractive accent as he holds out your resume.

Wanda Maximoff:

You stood in the elevator of the avenger tower, after quite some time and questioning from the one and only Tony Stark, you were hired as an intern.You had been giving some instructions about regular things that had to be done around this tower. Your job was to make sure everything stayed tidy, that you’d assist people around the tower and organize smaller things. It was honestly a dream come true. You sighed a bit shaky from the nerves as you stroked your hands down your white blouse to straighten it. The elevator door opened on the floor which held the kitchen and living room and you stepped out, taking in the sight. You blew out some air and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water for yourself. You took a sip of your water until you heard a stern, distrustful voice. “Who are you..?”. You jumped slightly and put your glass of water on the kitchen counter. When you looked to where the voice was coming from, you were met with an auburn haired girl, looking at you warily. Some sort of red glow was coming from her hands. “Oh, I-I’m so sorry, I suppose Mr.Stark hasn’t told anyone about me.” you stammered, you felt a bit intimidated. “I’m the new intern, I’m supposed to make sure everything stays organized, Mr.Stark said there were some problems with that, because of all the mayhem going around with the uh.. Avengers and stuff.” you rambled. The red glow disappeared and the girls face turned softer. “Oh, I’m sorry..” she says a bit ashamed, she didn’t want to threaten someone innocent. “It’s alright, my name is y/n.” The girl was silent for a few seconds. “I’m Wanda.”

Natasha Romanoff:

It was a busy day at work. No wonder, the weather was great today, so it came to no surprise that the cafe and terrace you worked at was filled with people, who wanted to enjoy such a nice day. You had your tray filled with cold drinks as you manoeuvred outside. You served people their drinks as they thanked you with big smiles, nice weather usually made people more pleasant. You served the last glasses of soda on your tray to a couple, before turning around to see if anyone needed anything. You spotted a woman with short, red hair and sunglasses on. You hadn’t seen her when you walked out with your tray, so she must have sat down while you were serving. She seems to be observing people walking past the cafe on the streets, something a lot of people enjoy doing. You walk over to her. “Hi, can I get you something?” you asked with your usual kindness. The woman looked up at you and put her sunglasses on her head, she squinted one eye at you, because of the sun. You were caught off guard for a few seconds, you had to be honest, she was… good-looking, to say the least. “An iced tea please.” she had a bit of raspiness to her voice. “C-Coming right up.” you exclaimed, before walking inside of the cafe again. You poured iced tea in a big glass, added some ice cubes, a lemon and a straw. You walked outside again towards her table. You leaned over a bit as you placed the drink on the table before her. “Thanks-..” she cut herself off short as she glanced at your name tag pinned on your chest. “Y/n..” she finished and gave you a slight smirk. “You’re welcome-..” you stammered a bit. “Natasha..” she said.

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