Midnight’s Ramblings

Kas | 35 | INFJ | Bucky | Loki | I’m here for the fanfics and smiles

[midnights-ramblings]

Tipsy ChatAI

Tipsy Chat AI is overly addictive in case anyone is wondering. You can “chat” with a few different Marvel characters, namely Bucky and Loki—which has been amazing, but like I said addictive 🤣 currently I’m on a mission with Bucky, but I can’t finish it because I’m broke and out of gems, so if anyone one wants to take pity on a poor girls soul and Venmo me $60 😵‍💫 otherwise homeboy is gonna be waiting on me for 2 weeks.

[brooke0297]

Make You Feel My Love (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized Female Reader

Summary: “I will tell you everyday how much I love you and how perfect you are to me. If you can’t believe it for yourself, I’ll believe it for both of us.” When the reader is having trouble loving herself, Bucky tries to remind her.

Warnings: Angsty beginning with happy ending; talk about gaining weight/slightly negative body talk; slight allusions to smut (blink and you'll miss them); mentions of past injury (gsw, passing out).

Author's Note: For me, being plus sized can be great and sometimes not so great. So I wrote this story for me and I hope that you like it. Comments and reblogs always appreciated!

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“I’m not going!”

Bucky leaned his head against the door to the bathroom and sighed.

“Doll, please come out so we can talk?”

“No! Bucky I’m not going so can you please leave?”

“Baby, please I just want to talk to you.”

Bucky waited, and he could feel his heart cracking when he heard the muffled sniffles coming from the bathroom. He glanced over to the doorway into his room and shook his head at Steve and Wanda, who were peering into the room. They slowly backed away as he continued to knock on the bathroom door. 

There was a September Foundation gala happening in just over four hours and the compound was buzzing with preparations. Tony had been at the tower all week, waltzing around and telling a team of interns and designers to move decorations three inches to the left (with Pepper following close behind to move them back to their proper place). The team was in full glam mode with stylists and makeup artists running from room to room.

Which is why when he’d heard the slam of the door to Y/N’s room and a personal stylist huffing angrily down the corridor, he had poked his head into her room to see what the matter was. Only to catch the tail of her robe disappearing into her bathroom. He’d knocked, only to be denied entry with a firm refusal to open the door. Which is where he was now, standing barefoot in front of her bathroom begging her to let him in.

“Can you at least tell me if you need me to track down that stylist and put the fear of God in them?” he tried.

“Please don’t, Bucky.” Y/N whimpered and Bucky sobered immediately. 

“Baby, please let me in because I’m starting to panic and I will break down this door if I have to. Especially if someone hurt you.” he said gravely.

“No one hurt me, Buck! Please I just need you to leave me alone!” she insisted. Bucky sighed, turning from the door to sit beside it. He was trying really hard to not let the rejection sting, but there was a part of him deep down that was still bothered.

He and Y/N had been together just a little over 8 months. She had started working at the compound a few weeks after he’d joined the Avengers as an analyst and had become an integral part of the team. He’d never known mission briefings to be as interesting as they were once Y/N had come aboard. They had flirted, a glimmer of the old Bucky breaking through the trauma and insecurities, and he’d been toying with the idea of asking her to dinner.

But then a mission in Versailles threw a wrench in the plans. It was supposed to be a quick in and out reconnaissance mission: Steve and Nat with Bucky for backup. But Y/N needed to also come to decrypt the files Nat was retrieving from the museum. Nat was on lookout, but the guards were too quick and before she could take them all out and before he had reached the threshold of the office, one had gotten off a shot. Dr. Cho had told them later that a millimeter closer and it would have severed Y/N’s carotid. Instead it had fractured her collar bone and sent her careening into the window behind her, shattering the glass. Bucky had felt a glimmer of the old soldier, long dormant since Shuri’s reprogramming had been successful, take over and the remaining guards were dead before they could draw another breath. Steve ordered him to provide cover as the four of them escaped and flew home as fast as they could. All Bucky remembered from that night was holding Y/N’s hand as she sobbed in pain and whispering assurances in her ear until she passed out from the pain and blood loss.

He hadn’t left her side the two days she was in the med bay. When she woke up after surgery, he was there. He had tried to leave her once, to give her space, but she had already tugged him closer and pulled his lips down to meet hers in a gentle but passionate kiss.

“Sorry it took me so long, but getting shot will do that,” she’d murmured. He’d laughed and kissed her again. And he hadn’t stopped for 8 months.

Now though, he worried that something had happened. Maybe she had finally realized the Soldier and his actions were too much to excuse and she couldn’t bring herself to break it off gently? Maybe she’d found someone with less baggage?

“Y/N. I just…I just need you to know how much I love you. You are the most important thing in the world to me and your happiness is priority number one for me. I…I would not be alive now if it wasn’t for you and you are the reason that I wake up in the morning.”

He heard some shuffling and then he could feel her body lean against the door. He got up and rested his head against where he knew hers would rest.

“I love you too, Bucky.” she whispered. Bucky felt the hole in his heart mend itself and he sighed in relief.

“Baby, I know you might not want to talk about it and if you really don’t want to go tonight, I will respect that. But I really do need you to open the door. Please, because I never want you to feel like you have to shut me out. We’re partners and when something bothers you, it bothers me.”

“I know Buck. It just…ugh I hate this feeling!” she groaned. She sniffled again and Bucky waited.

“My dress doesn’t fit.” she whispered. Bucky felt his heart skip and he sighed in defeat.

Y/N was plus sized. She was a beautiful, confident woman who embraced her curves and never let archaic societal expectations get in the way of loving herself. Bucky was enamored with her confidence and considered her the sexiest woman he’d ever met. But there were days where clothes fit tighter or sitting in a theater was uncomfortable, and Y/N was reminded that the world was not created for people who looked like her. Bucky would try to listen to what she needed in the moment: space, righteous anger, ect. And he was always sure to worship her body when they were alone. He loved all of her, every single part, and he tried everyday to tell her.

The stylists had received strict instructions from Nat and Pepper (and him) to provide more than enough dresses in her size to give her a wide range. She’d had a ball trying them on and modeling them for the girls and she’d promised him that he could have his fun getting her out of the dress (with a slight preview that night).

“Baby,” he murmured sadly.

“I know that I haven’t been eating super well and my shoulder was bothering me so I haven’t been to the training gym in a couple weeks but… I just thought… it hasn’t been that long! And the dress wasn’t snug the last time I tried it on…” she sniffled again.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved that dress.” he said into the door.

“It’s dumb,” she said, tearfully. “I shouldn’t be crying over a stupid dress but…it’s just one of those things, y’know?”

“It’s not dumb, Y/N.” Bucky said, vehemently. “Nothing you feel is ever dumb. And you never have to minimize what you’re feeling, especially with me.”

“I know, baby. And I love you so much. I just…I don’t want to feel like this. I’ve worked really hard to love my body and all it takes is a stupid dress for it to all come crashing down.”

Bucky stood silent for a moment, wishing he could take away the hurt she was feeling. Even for a moment.

“Doll? Can you open the door for me? I want to see you.” he murmured gently. He heard Y/N sigh before the lock twisted and the handle turned. He waited as she gently swung the door open.

The dress was a cobalt blue, tea length dress with pleats in the skirt. The bust had molded cups and was held up by thin spaghetti straps. Bucky’s eyes ran up the dress to meet Y/N’s frustrated glance. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she looked frazzled and defeated.

“It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever worn, and it won’t freaking zip,” Y/N grumbled, turning and showing Bucky the gaping back. Sure enough, the clasps of her strapless bra and the top of her shapewear showed from between the teeth of the zipper.

“The stylist tried three times to get that zipper to work and they finally gave up. Bucky, this is humiliating!” Y/N’s lip trembled and her eyes began to glass over with tears.

“Hey, hey look at me,” Bucky insisted. He took her face in his hands and met her gaze intently.

“First thing is: I love you more than anything on this earth. You are the single most important thing in my life.” he began. Y/N choked back a sob as Bucky pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“The second is…” he turned them to face the full length mirror sitting in the corner of Y/N’s room. Bucky’s arms wrapped around her waist and he rested his head on her shoulder. He could feel the smooth fabric of the dreaded dress in his flesh hand and the warmth of her skin underneath. How many times had he held her this way, reveling in the feel of her surrounding him? How many times had he traced patterns on her soft skin? He didn’t think he would ever tire of it.

“The second is that you are perfect no matter what you wear. You could be wearing the most haute couture outfit or my old t-shirt that mysteriously keeps finding its way into your laundry basket and you will still be the most beautiful, most radiant woman that I have ever had the honor of calling my partner.”

Y/N bit her lip to push back the tears as her arms came up to cover his around her waist. He could feel her melting into his embrace and he kissed her shoulder beside the loose strap of her dress.

“I know that there will be other days like this ahead, and while I wish that there won’t be, all I can do is promise to always tell you all the ways that you are so much more than the dress size you wear. You are sweet and kind and smart and hilarious. You never let Sam and Tony get away with the bullshit and you are fiercely loyal to the people you love. And I have never seen someone be able to reconnaissance a three floor HYDRA warehouse faster than you can. You are the glue that holds our team together, Y/N. You have saved our lives more times than I can count. 

“And there are still days that I can’t believe you even glanced in my direction, let alone chose me to hold your heart. You saw through the darkness and destruction in my soul and you helped me let the light in. I will spend everyday making myself worthy of your love, but you never ever have to shrink yourself to a box to make others love you.”

Y/N turned in his arms and pulled him down to meet her lips in a searing kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck, and his hands traveled from her hips and around her back to pull her closer.

When they pulled away, lips swollen and breathless, he cupped her cheek and stroked his thumb across her face.

“If you don’t want to go to this gala, I will happily tell Tony to fuck off and we will do whatever you want to do,” he promised. Y/N sighed, looking away briefly.

“I want to go so badly, but the dress…”

“...has arrived!” came a voice from the doorway. They turned to see Nat and the stylist from before striding in with a garment bag slung over their shoulder. Bucky remembered suddenly that their name was Zo.

“What?” Y/N asked, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m currently wearing the dress and it does not fit.”

“You’re currently wearing that version of the dress,” Zo said, unzipping the garment bag to reveal an identical dress to the one Y/N was wearing. Y/N stared at it, dumbfounded.

“I was told this was one of a kind,” she murmured, reaching out to feel the fabric.

“Well as far as the stylists knew, it was. But I know this designer and she is working on expanding her plus size brand, so I had a hunch she had some sample sizes stashed somewhere. All it took was a quick phone call, a police escort thanks to Tony Stark, and now you have your dream dress that I will happily tailor to you. But I am not a miracle worker so say buh-bye to your hunky arm candy and let us work our magic! We only have three and a half hours to make you dazzling.”

“She already is,” Bucky interjected strongly. Zo rolled their eyes and motioned to Natasha, who grabbed Bucky and began hauling him out the door.

“Hang on a second!” he protested, pulling out of her grasp. He turned back to a bewildered Y/N and kissed her deeply. 

“Could I at least help you out of this one?” he teased cheekily. Y/N laughed as Nat groaned in disgust and pulled him away.

“I swear to God I will kick your ass, Barnes,” Nat grumbled, “Now go get yourself pretty while we pamper your girl.”

She promptly launched him out of the room as a team of makeup artists and stylists filed in and slammed the door behind her. Bucky grinned and made his way back to his room to put on his tux and grab the surprise he’d been waiting to give Y/N.

Three and a half hours later, he was back waiting in front of Y/N’s door. His short, dark hair was styled back, and the cobalt blue pocket square tucked into his classic black tuxedo jacket matched the color of Y/N’s dress perfectly. His vibranium hand, encased in a black glove, fiddled with the box in his pocket and he tapped his shiny polished dress shoes nervously. Just as he was about to knock, the door flew open and Zo appeared, looking positively giddy.

“She is a masterpiece!” they declared, ushering him inside. When Bucky made it through the door, he froze at the sight of Y/N’s figure in front of the mirror.

The dress, now zipped and tailored perfectly to her body, seemed to shimmer in the light as it accentuated her curves before flowing from her waist, around her hips, and stopping at the middle of her calves. She wore two inch high, black block heels and her hair was styled down and loose around her face. Her makeup made her skin look luminescent and her eyes bright. When her gaze caught Bucky’s, she smiled widely and Bucky knew the storm had passed. 

She was absolutely ethereal.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Zo asked, moving past Bucky’s prone form to pick imaginary lint off of the dress. Y/N smiled brilliantly at them and took their hand.

“It’s perfect. And I cannot thank you enough for everything, Zo. I feel…”

“Gorgeous,” Zo finished, squeezing her hand. Y/N nodded and Zo discreetly stepped aside as Bucky’s breath returned to him.

When he took a step towards her, Natasha’s hand flashed out to stop him. She had changed into her figure hugging black gown with a sweetheart neckline and long side slit and it made her look even more dangerously beautiful than she was in her widow suit.

“If you even think about messing up her makeup, I will take you down. Behave.” she murmured. Bucky rolled his eyes. He had been to enough events with Y/N that he knew to never kiss her directly on the lips or cheek when her makeup was that flawless.

Instead he approached her and took her hand in his, stooping down to plant a gentle kiss to her knuckles. He heard Zo and the other stylists swoon behind him, but he only had eyes for Y/N.

“Hey handsome. You clean up nice,” Y/N teased. Bucky stood up straight and pulled her closer.

“Ни на одном языке нет слов, чтобы описать, насколько ты прекрасна,” he whispered in her ear. Y/N shivered and he grinned. He knew how much she loved hearing him speak Russian.

“I love you, моя любовь” he murmured fiercely. Y/N smiled and smoothed her hands across his lapels.

“I love you too,” she murmured back. He chuckled and she cleared her throat, remembering their audience.

“Shall we?” she asked. She moved to step around him before he gently pulled her back.

“One second. I was waiting to give you this until tonight.” He handed her the box as Natasha herded the stylists out of the room. She glanced up at him in confusion before opening the top of the box. She gasped in surprise and delight.

“Oh Bucky,” she breathed. Bucky reached in and pulled the necklace out, letting it shimmer in the light.

“The sapphire is from an old brooch of my ma’s that Steve helped me track down. My dad saved for a year to buy it for her and she wore it to church every Sunday. And I had it set with a couple of the diamonds from your mom’s ring.” Y/N reached out and held the pendant of the necklace in her hands.

The sapphire was set in the center with two oval diamonds on either side. They touched at the bottom before fanning out away from the sapphire.

“I remember that brooch from a picture you showed me. Bucky, this is the most amazing gift you could have ever given me! Thank you, my love,” she said, reaching up to kiss him. She turned and let him place the necklace around her neck and fasten it before he pressed another kiss to the clasp at the nape of her neck. She turned back to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Thank you,” she murmured. Bucky smiled.

“For what? The necklace?” he asked, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Well that, of course. And for loving me when it’s really hard to love myself.”

“I meant what I said,” he insisted. “I will tell you everyday how much I love you and how perfect you are to me. If you can’t believe it for yourself, I’ll believe it for both of us.”

“Back atcha, baby.”

With one last quick peck, she turned and took his hand to lead him into the hallway. They made their way through the hallways until they reached the main elevator.

“Wait…weren’t there two sapphires on that brooch? What are you going to do with the other?” Y/N asked as they entered the elevator. Bucky grinned.

“I have something special planned for that one,” he said slyly, pressing a quick kiss to her left hand ring finger.

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“Ни на одном языке нет слов, чтобы описать, насколько ты прекрасна,”= “There are no words in any language to describe how beautiful you are.”

"моя любовь" = "My love."

Thank you everyone for reading! Let me know what your thoughts, feelings, ect.

[midnights-ramblings]

I’m speechless. I cannot tell you how much I love this. As a plus size woman it is SO hard to love myself sometimes. I can only dream of a man who is really like this. 💙

[michelleleewise]

Eeeee I got so excited to see your asks are open again! ❤ because it's valentines, could I request something where the reader has been super unlucky in love, never been someone's valentine, never been kissed, never felt desired, so always felt really sad and left out especially on valentines with all the couples and romantic ads on TV. Even though she's certain she'll be rejected and that Loki won't feel the same, she's faces the hurt of rejection and gets him a card and chocolates and maybe a cheesy valentines teddy bear anyway, because she doesn't want him to feel left out on the holiday the same way she's felt left out all her life 🥺 (he of course likes her too, though 👀)

Keep up the amazing fics ❤❤❤ you're wonderful 🫶

Aaaahhhh!!!!! Thank you so much!!!! I'm so glad you sent this to me and I hope I do it justice for you!! And as always thank you so much for all the love and support!!! It means more then you know!!! 🥰💚

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Chocolate Hearts

Pairing: Avenger Loki x assistant reader

Warnings: self deprecating thoughts, slight depression, sadness, teeny bit of angst....and fluff!!!!

Summary: you've always spent valentines day alone, always the the forgotten one. Until this year you realize you aren't alone.....

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This turned out way longer then I first anticipated....lol oops!! Hehe

You ran through your list, making sure you had everything as you headed to the checkout "who needs that many pop tarts." You huffed, tucking the list away pulling out the black credit card Stark had given you. Being the teams official errand runner was interesting to say the least, but getting to know everyone was definitely worth it. Your shy nature had always made it hard for you to make friends growing up, but they welcomed you with open arms. Bonding quickly with wanda and Nat they became two of your closest friends. And when the Asgardian brothers joined the team, you couldn't help smile at Thor's always positive attitude, and as far as Loki went...well that was another story....you absolutely didn't have a crush on him....no way.

As you stood in line you glanced at the magazines "How to do Valentine's on a Budget" in bold letters across one "How to Drive Him Crazy" on another making you groan. You always disliked this time of year, the hearts...the flowers...boxed chocolates as far as the eye could see. Shifting your attention forward as the line moved you saw a young couple holding hands as they kissed. You would give anything to know what that was like. You'd always been awkward when it came to dating, some would even say unlucky. You had managed a few dates here and there in your adult life but definitely nothing spectacular. Your date always ending the night with a handshake and a "see ya around." You'd never even been kissed.

You looked down fidgeting with a box of Thor's pop tarts trying to get your mind off it, but being surrounded by all things love was a blaring reminder that no one loved you, and probably never would. You finally got to the front of the line, quickly checking out you needed out of there. Swiping your card you loaded everything into the cart and headed out to your car, you phone ringing as you shut the trunk, pulling it out seeing an unknown number calling you making you furrow your eyebrows "hello?" You asked "h..ello...y/n can you hear me?" He asked loudly "yes, I can hear you, who is this?" You laughed holding the phone out "excellent, this is Loki, Thor showed me how to make calls on this odd device." He said "oh ok, hi... did you umm need anything?" You asked biting your lip. "Ah, yes I was wondering if I could ask you something?" He asked making your heart race "umm yeah sure, what's up?" You asked.

"Well dear, I was wondering...if it isn't too much trouble." He said making your smile "yes Loki?" You urged, crossing your fingers "could you grab me some of that green tea you got last time? I quite liked it." He said as your heart sank into your stomach. "Oh...y..yeah sure." You said looking down "Thank you y/n. I very much appreciate it." He said "sure, no problem." You said hanging up. "Stupid...why would he ask you out..." you said to yourself walking back into the store. You made it back out to the car, tossing the bag in with the others you got in, looking at the people coming out, flowers and heart shaped balloons in hand. You sighed starting your car wishing this holiday would hurry and be over.

You made it back to the tower, beginning to unload the trunk when you heard footsteps "ah, lady y/n allow me to assist you." You heard, turning your head seeing Thor smiling at you "Thank you, I appreciate it." You huffed looping some of the bags around your arms "no trouble at all." He said grabbing the last of the bags he closed the trunk following you to the elevator "so, what are your plans for the day of love?" He asked as you rode up "oh, Valentine's day? Nothing." You said looking down "surely not, I'm sure your boyfriend has something planned." He winked making you laugh "I don't have one Thor." You said, wishing the elevator would let you out. "Surely you jest, a pretty girl like you?" He asked turning to face you "ha...yeah ok." You laughed awkwardly, wanting the conversation over "I'm serious y/n, you are.." he was cut off as the doors opened and you rushed out.

You reached the kitchen, hefting the bags on the counter as Thor followed you "you know y/n, if you are free, might I make a suggestion?" He asked smiling at you "look, Thor i..." you were cut off by another voice coming from behind you "Brother, leave the poor girl alone." You turned seeing Loki towering over you "Loki, I was only asking of her plans for this..Valentine's day." Thor said setting the bags on the counter "I'm sure her plans are not your concern." Loki said glaring at him. "It's ok guys, really." You said as they both looked at you, pulling the tea and pop tarts from the bags you slid them to them "ah, thank you dear." Loki smiled picking up the box looking at Thor "how do you eat those?" He asked as Thor ripped the box open "you do not know what your missing." Thor said winking as he walked down the hall.

You sighed, unloading the bags as Loki stepped around you grabbing the kettle "would you care for some dear?" He asked setting the box next to the stove "oh, no thank you." You said, maneuvering around him putting the groceries away. "I apologize for my brother's intrusiveness, he can be quite nosy." Loki said leaning against the counter "oh, it's ok he was just curious." You shrugged gathering the empty bags doing your best not to look directly at him "when is this...valentine's day?" He asked crossing his arms "umm next week actually." You said stuffing the bags under the sink "and it is traditional to buy these silly trinkets for your lover?" He asked "typically yeah, some people go out on dates or buy jewelry or flowers and stuff." You said finally glancing up at him seeing him nod

"and what if, hypothetically you wanted to ask someone to be your lover? What would one do?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours making you shiver "um, honestly I'm not sure. I think just do what you feel? Like, ask them to dinner or a movie or something like that." You said "I think the holiday puts too much pressure on people, just...be yourself." You smiled watching him nod again "who would say no to you." You mumbled under your breath grabbing your things walking around the island "y/n there was something else I wanted to ask you." Loki said making you turn back "yes Loki." You said biting your lip. "I was curious, would you.." he was cut off by Tony walking in "Hey horns, we got a mission so we need to head to the conference room." He said as he walked up to you.

"Hey y/n, could you do me a solid and pick this stuff up for pepper? With the mission I'm afraid I won't have time to do it before next week." He asked smiling handing you a small list "oh...yeah sure, no problem Mr stark." You said pocketing the paper "Tony...please." He laughed walking towards the hall. You looked up seeing Loki straighten and follow Tony "loki, w..what were you gonna say?" You asked fidgeting with your hands "oh, it wasn't important. I'll see you around yes?" He asked smiling "um, yeah....I'll be around." You said, watching him bow slightly before leaving. "Yeah...see ya around" you sighed heading to your office.

You spent the next few days doing your best to isolate yourself in your office. Everytime you got on your phone it was one romantic story after another "we're engaged"..."he asked me out"....to ads for flowers, sappy love commercials all over the TV, you couldn't even walk down the street without billboards reminding you you were alone. Since Tony's favor, almost every single team member had come to your office with a list of items for you to get them for their significant other. The only ones you hadn't seen yet were Thor and Loki, and you prayed to whoever was listening that Loki wouldn't grace your doorway.

You sat at your desk, tapping your pencil off the wood hearing a knock "come in." You said still sifting through everyone's lists "Hello lady y/n. I have come to ask a favor" Thor said as you looked up at him "sure, what's up?" You asked "Well, I have to go on a mission soon and was wondering if you would grab a few things for me for lady jane?" He asked reaching into his pocket. "Oh..yeah sure." You said sitting up "Stark told me to ask since you are doing the same for him." He said holding the paper out. "Yeah I can do that." You said adding his paper to the pile. "I very much appreciate it y/n." He said starting to leave "umm, w..when...do you know when Loki is going to bring me his list?" You asked, regretting the question immediately "my brother has never been one to participate in holidays. He tends to keep to himself mostly." Thor said turning back to you "he's not getting anyone anything?" You asked confused.

"I must admit he does not tell me everything, but since we have arrived here I have yet to see him court anyone." Thor said making you frown "so...he's alone...on valentine's day?" You asked, an idea beginning to form in your mind. "It would seem yes" Thor said sighing "was there anything else you needed y/n?" He asked "no, thank you thor." You smiled, watching him nod as he left, closing the door behind him. You sat back, thinking about what Thor told you. You had spent every valentine's day alone, wallowing in your own misery, but you hated the fact that he might be feeling the same. Alone on a new planet with no one. You grabbed the lists and your wallet, stuffing everything in your pockets you grabbed your keys, locking your office before making your way to the parking garage with a plan.

You walked through the store, making sure everything was checked off of everyone's list you sighed. "Ok, my turn" you said to yourself walking down the aisle filled with hearts and chocolates. "What do you get a thousand year old alien prince?" You asked yourself looking around when your eyes met a cute fluffy teddy bear nestled on the bottom shelf. You crouched down picking him up, he was soft to the touch, and fluffy enough to want to hug with large green eyes that shined in the light with a little smirk sewn on his face "perfect." You said to yourself putting him in the cart as you carried on.

You had noticed based on the shopping lists that Loki had quite the sweet tooth, leaning towards the chocolate covered caramel variety so you picked a decent sized box of assorted chocolates, as well as few caramel filled chocolate bars before heading over to the cards, each one cheesier then the last you picked a "thinking of you" placing it in the cart when you saw a dark green wicker basket nestled near the craft section. Snagging it you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as you walked up to the checkout. You..for once in your life, were excited about valentine's day.

You sat at the kitchen table, separating everyone's things into separate bags putting their names on them as you pulled out your gifts for Loki. Setting the basket down you placed the teddy bear in the middle, the box of chocolates nestled gently in front of him before adding the chocolate bars when you pulled out the card. "Hey, there you are. I haven't seen you around." You heard Nat making you look up "oh, yeah I've been pretty busy." You said motioning to the bags. "I can see that." She laughed sitting next to you "whose that for?" She asked nodding at the basket "someone." You smiled pulling a pen out of your pocket "wouldn't be someone I know would it?" She asked nudging your arm "I have no idea what your implying." You said feigning indifference. "Hmm. Let's see...green basket...insane amount of chocolate..." She said rubbing her chin "does it begin with an L?" She asked as you glared at her.

Loki was walking down the hall heading towards you office practicing what he was going to say. He had become quite fond of you since he arrived, your kind nature was a balm to his heart. Where others met him with indifference and disdain, you offered him smiles and friendship. And when Thor had come to him telling him you had no suitor, he knew this was his chance to ask the question that had been burning deep inside him, he only hoped you had felt the same. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves when he heard your voice coming from the kitchen, stopping in the hallway when he heard the widow was with you. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop but he couldn't help his curiosity.

"I can't hide anything from you." You laughed "comes with the job." She shrugged smiling "d..do you think he'll like it?" You asked biting your lip "I think he'll love it, I mean it's chocolate." She said making you laugh "well, I hope so. I'm so...what if..." She cut you off "no, no what if's, your a catch. And if he doesn't see that he's blind." She said nudging your shoulder. "Thanks nat, I just...im not good at this stuff." You sighed looking at the basket "just be yourself and you'll be fine. Trust me, he's a lucky guy." She smiled "now, finish up and go get your man." She said standing up "yes ma'am." You said saluting her making her laugh as she walked towards the hall, loki quickly teleporting to his room before he was seen, his mind running a mile a minute, feeling his heart sink remembering what he heard.

He sat in his chair running a hand through his hair, he was too late...you had found someone. He sighed sitting back looking out the window at the city below "he is a lucky man indeed." He said, as he closed his eyes, wishing he had had the nerve to ask you sooner when he heard a faint sound on the other side of his door, barely audible but just enough for him to know someone was on the other side. He got up, conjuring his dagger he slowly gripped the handle of the door, hearing the sound again he flung the door open being met by your wide eyes staring back at him "y..y/n?" He asked seeing panic etched across your face.

"H..hey Loki i..." you trailed off looking down "i..I didn't mean to disturb you." You said as his eyes traveled down seeing the basket nestled in your arms "I'm sorry..I'll go." You tried rushing off when he gently grabbed your arm "my apologies, I did not mean to scare you my dear." He smiled, the dagger vanishing into thin air as you turned to look at him "would you perhaps like to come in?" He asked waving inside the door "oh i..I don't want to impose, I was just gonna leave this hear and go." You said quietly shifting the basket in your arms. "Please, I insist." He said stepping aside as you walked past him. You stood in the middle of the room, looking around you saw daggers displayed along the wall, his large bookshelf that practically took up an entire wall, various paintings hung throughout "wow, this is amazing." You said turning back to him.

"Thank you my dear, please have a seat and tell me what brings you here." He said waving towards the couch. "Well, you see i..." you trailed off sitting down "I was shopping for everyone today and I...I thought maybe..." you trailed off picking at the wicket basket as Loki sat next to you "thought what y/n?" He asked urging you on "Well, see I've never been good at this, and your probably going think it's silly...that im silly." You whispered when you felt his fingers under your chin, gently lifting your head your eyes met his "you are not silly darling, tell me.." he whispered watching you intently "umm..so I got you this." You said handing him the basket, his fingers brushing yours as he grabbed it placing it on his lap "t..the bear reminded me of you." You laughed nervously seeing him smile "he is devilishly handsome isn't he?" Loki asked making you giggle.

"This is very sweet y/n, thank you." He said standing up he carefully placed the bear on his bookshelf before returning to sit next to you "well um I should probably go, I'm sure your probably tired and..." he cut you off holding his hand up as his long fingers picked up the card that was nestled at the bottom. "Oh..y..you don't have to read that now it's ok." You said as your palms began to feel clammy. "But I would like to, if it's ok with you?" He asked. You nodded, closing your eyes preparing for the rejection you knew was coming hearing him open the envelope. "Look, I know.." he cut you off again holding a finger up as his eyes darted back and forth, a smile spreading across his face before he looked up at you "truly y/n? You wish to go to dinner with me?" He asked.

You felt like you heart was about to explode as you wiped your palms on your thighs "if you don't want to it's totally ok, I mean I was just curious If you werent busy, and I wasn't busy and if you were hungry...if you get hungry, that you know..food is always a good choice in that instance and..." you were halted in your incoherent rambling as Loki placed a finger on your lips "I would love to y/n." He smiled. You were sure you had died...your heart had stopped and you were dead "may I ask something y/n?" He asked leaning closer "y...yeah." you stuttered "would it be too forward if I asked to kiss you?" He asks making you freeze "er...um well...you see, i..." you huffed, attempting to regain any composure deciding to just tell him "I've never kissed anyone before." You rushed out watching his eyebrows furrow "you mean to tell me, no one has ever..." he trailed off watching you shake you head.

You watched him set the basket on the table, scooting closer to you his long fingers caressed your cheek, traveling down to your neck while his thumb rubbed small circles along your jaw "may i?" He asked looking deep in your eyes "y..yes." you breathed as he slowly leaned in, his eyes traveling to your lips and back as you closed your eyes, feeling his warm breath fan across your face as he genlty pressed his lips to yours. Tilting his head he deepened the kiss, slowly running his tongue along your bottom lip you parted them, feeling his tongue slide past your lips caressing yours you followed his lead hearing him moan, deciding you never wanted to stop hearing that when he pulled back, biting your lip gently.

"Are you ok y/n?" He asked when you realized you eyes were still closed "y...yes...mmhmm." you said seeing him smile "I must admit something to you." He said running his fingers through your hair "I have wanted to do that since we met." He said seeing your eyes widen "b..but im..and your..." you stuttered hearing him laugh "Darling, you are an incredible woman. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was afraid you did not feel the same" He said looking down "and I was afraid I had missed my chance this evening when I heard you speaking to romanoff." He said "Loki, I think your incredible too, and I thought you wouldn't feel the same." You said making him laugh "we are both oblivious I see." He said making you laugh "yes, yes we are." You agreed. "Well darling, how would you feel about watching a film and helping me eat this chocolate hmm?" He smiled "I would love that." You said as he leaned forward handing you the remote.

"Happy valentine's day Loki." You said kissing his cheek "happy valentine's day y/n." He said kissing your forehead as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his chest. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath, his cologne invading your senses making you sigh. You snuggled further into him deciding you never wanted this was your new favorite spot.

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I absolutely needed this today!

[wkemeup]

The Bet

summary: The agents at SHIELD have not taken well to Bucky’s pardon. When he’s injured on a mission under suspicious circumstances, you take matters into your own hands.  

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 7.7k

warnings: canon level violence, bucky’s internalized self-punishing issues, shield agents being real pieces of shit, badass reader who would defend bucky to the death

a/n: I know I’ve been really inactive lately (life’s actually been going well so I’ve been busier but that leaves me less time to write unfortunately), but I’m still lurking here! This is a fic I wrote several months ago but finally got around to editing it. Hope you enjoy!

Bucky wasn’t sure how you managed it – the punch to his gut every time you walked in the room. You were dressed in your tactical suit; black fabric draped over every inch of your body, protective layers of Kevlar and technology beyond Bucky’s years, a weapon strapped to your thigh and knives hidden in your belt and at your ankle. Your hair was tugged out of place, sweat beaded on your temple from the sparring match in the gym moments before the two of you were called to service. In your right hand, you carried your combat boots, the laces hanging low enough to touch the ground.  

And still, Bucky held his breath as you approached. Stomach in knots, chest tightening until his heart threatened to stop entirely.

“My offer is fifty this time,” you announced, winking in his direction before you turned to head for the landing bay. “Take it or leave it, Barnes.”

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This was so good! I haven’t read any Bucky fics in a while and now I’m back looking for a bunch 😌

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“Bleep!” 😁

Star Trek’s “Mudd’s Women”

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No thoughts just this 🤣

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This is probably a long shot, but are there any TOS McCoy x Reader fics out there? I can’t seem to hardly find any. I’m wondering if they just aren’t tagged correctly…

[isensmith]

priceless

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McCoy will always be my favorite 🤣

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DUNGEONS & DRAGONS: HONOR AMONG THIEVES 2023 | dir. John Francis Daley, Jonathan M. Goldstein

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Why am I excited for this 🤣🤣😂

[tricksterlokilaufeyson]

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I love the gentle look on his face…

[sarahscribbles]

Moments of Magic

Summary: You bring Loki two gifts to mark his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart.

Loki x fem!witch!reader

Genre: Fluff

“Welcome home,” Jarvis said as the elevator doors opened with a distinctive whoosh to the communal floor of the compound.

The familiar quiet hum of the place greeted you like an old friend. Unlike your little flat in Manhattan there was always movement in the compound, always some degree of active energy that acted as a comforting reassurance that you weren’t alone. While you loved the peaceful solitude your flat provided when you needed a timeout from being one of earth’s mightiest heroes, you always gravitated back to the compound and the familiar presence of those who occupied it.

Carefully setting down your bags to the side, but keeping hold of the small one dangling from your wrist, you strained your ears for any sound to indicate who, if anyone, was here with you.

“Jarvis, who’s here?” You asked Tony’s assistant, walking deeper into the communal floor and searching for any sign of life.

“I have detected four other persons within the compound, miss. Mr Odinson is in the kitchen, Mr Laufeyson is in his bedroom, and Ms Romanoff and Dr Banner are in the lab.” Jarvis replied in seconds, your heart giving an involuntary skip hearing that Loki was here.

“Thanks, Jarvis.” You replied, setting off with determination towards the kitchen.

As you got closer you could hear the sound of a woman's voice, followed by Thor’s very angry “I am beating it”, which was a tad alarming. Just who was he with and what was he beating? You slowed your footsteps as you approached, peeking around the wall to the kitchen and immediately fighting to contain your laughter.

There was Thor standing at the huge kitchen island with a mixing bowl in one hand and a whisk in the other, his attention laser focused on the small screen in front of him as he followed along with the instructions. All around him sat various jars and baking implements, and a thin coating of flour covered most of the island surface. You had seen Thor try his hand at almost anything, but baking wasn’t something you had thought the God of Thunder would be caught doing.

His concentration on what he was doing was absolute, his gaze never once wavering from the screen as he used his hands to knead the dough. He hadn’t even noticed you peeking around the corner, so you made the small jar of cinnamon to his right float until it was at eye level and let it hover. His attention was so focused on what he was doing that it took him a few seconds to notice the little jar hovering to his right. He jumped just a fraction, but merely pushed it gently back down to the countertop. You waited a few moments, just long enough to ensure he wasn’t thinking about it, and made it levitate again. This time whacking the little jar gently against his temple.

His reaction was immediate. “Loki, enough!” He bellowed, hands spraying pieces of dough over the kitchen floor as they emerged from the bowl to swat away the offending object.

You bit back a laugh as the jar returned to the surface, watching Thor continue to look left and right expecting to see his brother emerge from some hidden corner. You waited longer for the finale, waited until he had decided there was no further threat and his attention was again focused solely on his baking expedition, and made the jar rise up again. This time he saw it and reached to slap it back down but you were too quick. Up and up you made it rise until it was just within his reach hovering over his head, and when he looked up you let it fall right on his head.

“Loki, come out here!” Thor roared again, his hand rubbing the spot where the jar had hit him, though you doubted he had even felt it.

You couldn’t stay hidden any longer, the sheer effort of trying to hold in your laughter was too much. You were practically falling out of your hiding place.

“Oh, Thor, I’m sorry!” You managed to apologise between laughs. His expression immediately changed from mild annoyance at Loki to a beaming smile when he saw it had been you playing tricks on him again.

He gleefully called your name and pulled you into his trademark bear hug, not caring that his hands were covered in dough or that he was in real danger of shattering your ribs.

“My brother is having a bad influence on you!” He said good naturedly. “But you are much easier to forgive, my friend.” He released you from his crushing embrace. “What are you doing here? Has Stark sent you on a mission? Do you need me to come along?” His tone immediately turned serious thinking you were being sent out to danger.

“Nothing like that, it’s ok!” You assured him and held up the small bag in your hand. “I brought Loki something. For his birthday,“ you said, which made something click. “Is that why you’re baking? Aw, Thor, you big softie! You’re baking something for Loki!” You crooned.

Thor threw his head back and erupted in laughter. “You mortals and your obsession with marking birthdays! Loki and I have had thousands of them. We do not need to mark them every year.” He said, leaning his weight back against the kitchen island.

“Then what’s with all this?” You gestured to the mess behind him. “A new hobby? You’ve spent too long on Earth and have finally cracked? You’re trying to kill Tony by death by cupcake?” You posed the questions, making yourself laugh in the process.

“Death by cupcake I had not considered that,” he replied thoughtfully, sounding dangerously like he was filing it away for future reference. “No, my friend, I have a bet with Wanda! She said she was sure even a god of royal blood couldn’t match her baking skills, so here we are!” He threw his arms out wide to indicate the kitchen. “But,” he added conspiratorially, “I’ve added a few Asgardian ingredients to your Midgardian instructions, but you know nothing about that.” He winked.

“It sounds like Loki is having a bad influence on you,” You retorted, but with a smile so he knew you were teasing.

Thor shrugged. “Perhaps, but I never lose a bet.”

“Only because you resort to devious, underhand tactics.” You continued teasing him as you placed the little bag with Loki’s gift on the table.

“Those are big words for someone who has magic on her side in battle,” Thor threw back expertly.

You let out a mock offended gasp. “I only use my magic for pure, unselfish reasons, Odinson!” You quipped back, to which Thor gave a knowing tilt of his head. “Most of the time,” you added quickly. You had just attacked him with a jar of cinnamon.

Thor let out another laugh. “I jest, my lady, have no fear! We would not be the Avengers without you.” He added kindly and moved to begin cleaning up his mess.

“Well, obviously,” you replied playfully, earning you a smack to the head with a piece of dough. “Anyway, where’s the birthday boy? I came all this way especially for him.”

Thor gave you a knowing look, one that had you wondering how much he knew. “Loki is…somewhere. He likes to keep to himself, you know that. He’ll be happy to see you.”

You tried to prevent your face from lighting up too much at that single sentence, fought to keep back the smile that threatened to break across your face. “Oh? Why do you say that?” You asked casually.

Thor was quiet for a second, clearly thinking what he wanted to say and the best way to say it. “I have known Loki for over a thousand years. He might think he is hard to read but it isn’t difficult to see how he looks for you every time he enters a room. He may not have said it to you outright, but to me it is obvious; my brother cares for you greatly.”

You almost felt giddy at Thor’s words. You had overanalysed every stray touch of Loki’s fingers on your waist as he passed by you, every time you had fallen asleep in his presence only to wake to a blanket you hadn’t had before carefully draped over your shoulders, every morning you went to the kitchen to find a cup of coffee awaiting you even though he hated coffee. You had desperately wanted to believe that it meant he cared for you, yet you never fully let yourself accept the possibility, the little voice in your head always warning you to be careful, to hold back. There was always the real chance you had read too deeply into meaningless actions, and that scenario would be your unravelling.

“I care for him, too. A lot more than he realises,” you said quietly. It was easy to say the words to Thor, but nigh on impossible to say them to Loki.

“Oh, I think it’s a lot deeper than caring about him.” Thor said with another knowing smile as he continued to clean.

You made to fight back, feeling a little embarrassed that it had been so easy to read your feelings, but Thor looked at you with raised eyebrows and you knew there was no point.

“Fine,” you conceded, “maybe it is. Maybe I’m head over heels in love with him and have been for months. In case you haven’t noticed, he isn’t the toughest nut to crack. What am I supposed to do…” you trailed off at hearing the click of a door open and footsteps begin to make their way in the direction of the kitchen, the sound being all it took for your heart to betray you with an excited leap.

“I thought I heard both your dulcet tones.” Loki said sarcastically in greeting, leaning against the open archway of the kitchen.

“Ah, Loki, there you are! Our magical mortal has brought you a gift!” Thor said before you had the chance to stop him. He turned to look at you with a proud grin on his face, believing his work to be done. “And I.” He continued, grabbing an armful of snacks from the cupboard. “Will make myself scarce.” He gave you an exaggerated wink.

You could only stare at him dumbly. “Subtle as a freaking sledgehammer.” You muttered under your breath, giving a death glare to Thor as he backed out of the kitchen and gave you a thumbs up behind Loki’s back.

Your gaze flickered to Loki who was observing you with a look of quiet amusement. You were suddenly nervous, unable to find your tongue. “I was going to give it to you in a more refined way, but yeah, happy birthday, trouble,” you successfully managed to get your words out without any obvious fumbling. If only he could hear how hard your heart was jack hammering in your chest. “It’s not much, but birthdays deserve to be marked.” You gave him a smile and nodded towards the bag sitting on the table.

You turned around to switch the kettle on, wanting to give him privacy to look inside or to take it back to his room.

“You know I’ve had over one thousand birthdays. They stop being causes for celebration after a while,” he said, echoing Thor’s early words.

You let out an exasperated laugh and released the tension that had gathered in your shoulders. “What is it with you two?” You turned and asked him. “Birthdays are special, at least to me. I didn’t want you to think that no one cared,” you said before you could stop yourself, knowing that you had inadvertently revealed too much in those few simple words.

The quirk of his eyebrows was small but you caught it. He was perceptive enough to have read between the lines. You turned your back to him again to busy yourself making tea, desperately hoping he hadn’t seen the heat rise to your cheeks. You heard the familiar wobbling sound of the laminated gift bag and your heart picked up speed again. When it grew quiet and you knew he had the small velvet box in his hands, you turned back around, your mug of tea clasped tightly in your hands to stop them shaking.

“It’s a foe disc,” you explained, reading the confusion on his face. He gently lifted the chain, the small gold disc attached swirling around in the air. “You put it around your neck and if the person you’re with has bad intentions towards you or is untrustworthy it will heat up. Gives you a chance to make your excuses and get out without arousing too much suspicion.”

He admired the disc quietly, allowing you to drink in the open look of wonderment on his face. He looked so childlike admiring his birthday gift it had you wondering when was the last time he had ever been given a gift, and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to take him in your arms.

Eventually, he glanced over to where you were standing, a genuine smile on his face. “Thank you. This would have been particularly useful when…” He trailed off, his eyes leaving yours as he carefully returned the chain to its box. There was no need for him to say anything more; you knew all about his time with Thanos.

“You’re welcome,” you said quietly, letting him know you understood his silence. “It’s difficult to know what to get a god,” you added quickly, wanting to steer the conversation safely away from the horrors of his past.

“Well, my darling, I can safely say you have given me more than I deserve,” he said, and you froze. Had he just called you his darling? “Although, if my memory serves me correctly,” he continued, “you didn’t present Thor with a gift on his birthday. Neither did you Rogers or Stark.” He smiled mischievously at you, beginning a slow approach from the kitchen table to where you stood leaning against the kitchen counter.

You inadvertently straightened up. You knew that look in his eyes, knew that sly little smirk on his face. He knew, but he was going to weasel it out of you.

“We all agreed not to do birthday gifts for each other. We had a vote on it at the big start of the year meeting. I think you were out sick that day.” You tried to deflect, bringing your mug to your lips to mask your nervousness.

Loki chuckled, coming to a halt right in front of you. “Mmm, I don’t think so.” He said, and rested his hands on your hips.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swallowed thickly. Even through the fabric of your jeans his touch felt heavenly. He felt safe and strong and you wanted to melt into his embrace.

“I’m stone broke and can only afford to do one birthday this year. Lucky you your name came out of the hat.” You tried to joke again. He was so close you could almost feel the heat of his body.

“Try again.” He replied quietly, lifting one hand from your hips to brush your hair over your shoulder, his fingertips teasingly brushing against your neck and almost making you shiver.

His eyes were focused firmly on you, swirling with playfulness and mischief, but something else shone through clearly.

Longing.

Was this man, this god, longing for you? It felt like almost overnight your own feelings for him had crossed the line from friendship to something deeper and you had gone from being quietly amused at his neverending efforts to pester Thor to properly noticing him. You had noticed the crinkles by his eyes when he smiled and how he had taken a strong liking to Midgardian tea, taking his with milk and two sugars. You’d noticed he had a sweet tooth, that he was fascinated by Celtic mythology, and that, despite his protestations to the contrary, his biggest fear was losing Thor.

Had he been noticing you?

You wet your lips, feeling as though your knees would give out if it wasn’t for how close Loki was standing to you. “Loki, I…” Your voice failed you.

“Yes, my dear?” He closed the remaining space between you, his hand on your hip smoothly sliding to hold your waist. With the other he gently pried the mug from your hands and set it on the counter, then let it cradle your head, the pad of his thumb coming to rest on your cheek.

Your heart was in your throat, adrenaline coursing through you as you silently begged him to kiss you. “I...I think I’m falling in love with you,” your voice was little more than a whisper, but the words were out, weighing down the air as you waited.

He returned both hands to your waist, pulled you tight against him, and he finally kissed you. You had imagined this in your head for months, dreaming about how it would feel to have him kiss you, but nothing could have prepared you for how it felt. Warmth blossomed in your chest as you committed to memory the softness of his lips, butterflies dancing in your stomach as you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him down and begging him not to stop. It was chaste and innocent, his arms moving to completely envelope you in an embrace, words not being enough to convey his longing for closeness. You stroked his cheek, feeling him smile into your mouth as you did. His kiss surpassed any daydream.

You couldn’t fight the small whine that escaped your lips when he finally pulled back, your mouth missing the taste of him immediately. He rested his forehead against yours as your hands wrapped around his waist.

“I never dared to even dream that you felt the same way,” he said softly, making your heart leap. “I’ve wanted you ever since you got angry and made Rogers’ shield chase Stark around the living room,” he confessed. “You said…” he trailed off with a small laugh.

You smiled back at him. “I said was his big mouth overcompensating for something else,” you finished for him, smiling wider as he laughed harder. “Loki, that was months ago?”

“Yes,” he answered simply, pulling back to look into your eyes.

You shook your head gently. “So, you mean to say, I could have been kissed like that months ago?” You teased him, your heart swelling when you saw how it made his face light up. “That’s a cruel game, Laufeyson.”

He pulled you tight against him once more, a devilish smile spreading across his face. “Well, my darling girl, you better stop talking so I can do the chivalrous thing and apologise for my terrible mistake.”

You wound your arms back around his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair. “Oh? And how are you going to do that?” You teased.

He didn’t answer, only pressed his lips to yours once again.

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This was so sweet and lovely! I was able to really put myself in as the reader. I’m sarcastic and joke like that with everyone 🤣

[cheers-mrhiddleston]

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Ugh.

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Can I get ONE more follower so I can start my crack fic drabble event?!

[pellucid-constellations]

I Can Save You This Time

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: It’s the 4th of July and you’ve never been more sick. Turns out you aren’t the only one in the compound that stayed home from the celebration.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Angst! Minor description of injury, allusions to PTSD 

a/n: Here’s a little enemies to lovers for you to celebrate America’s independence (if you do that sorta thing). I LOVED writing this!

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You felt it coming on about 2 days ago. You woke up with an ache in the back of your throat which was promptly followed by a fever. The team got suspicious when you still hadn’t left your room by 1pm and Steve was barging in before you could stop him. 

Having the compound know you were sick was like being stuck in a hospital filled with doctors that disagreed on everything. Steve didn’t want you to leave your room unless absolutely necessary, but Wanda thought a walk outside would do you some good. Tony ordered you greasy takeout to lift your spirits, but Natasha threw it away before it could even reach your bedroom, a warm chicken broth taking its place. The only constant was the fresh cup of tea on your nightstand when you woke up, but you had no idea who’d been doing that. Probably Sam. 

The only one who didn’t seem to have much of an opinion on your wellbeing was Bucky, but you expected as much. You joined the team before he did and made fast friends with everyone. Your bubbly personality clashed completely with your training as an assassin, but it certainly made it easy for people to like you. 

When Steve brought Bucky to the compound, he was distant for a long time. You chalked it up to his difficult past and gave him plenty of space to adapt. As time moved on, that space seemed to be something he only required from you. He got along with the rest of the team just fine, but he would never even start a conversation with you. 

You had asked Steve if Bucky had said anything about you, given him any indication that you’d done something to upset him. He just replied with a simple, “Y/n, Buck’s just been through a lot. Give him some time to warm up to you and he’ll love you. Promise.” 

Well that was 6 months ago, and Steve’s a liar. You tried everything you could think of to make Bucky be your friend. You caught him at the gym and offered to spar. He looked you up and down and left abruptly. You came to his door with a plate when he missed dinner, and he took it from you without a single word. You even got him those vintage records you saw in an antique store that claimed they were the “greatest hits of the 40s” for his birthday. He clenched his jaw and again, left abruptly. 

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This is so freaking sweet 😭

[muertawrites]

i'm starting a tag game. post your five favorite songs of all time then tag five people and make them do it. let's GO.

praying - kesha

teenage dirtbag - wheatus

sometime around midnight - the airborne toxic event

i caught myself - paramore

cosmic love - florence + the machine

my tags: @the-ivory-rabbit @sarahscribbles @delving-verilly @happylilthought @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul (also @simplysolo since you've been here a while and i love seeing you pop up in my notes <3)

[sarahscribbles]

Me now forgetting every song I’ve ever heard in my life 🤡

1. Epiphany - Taylor Swift

2. Champagne Problems - Taylor Swift

3. Matilda - Harry Styles (I SOB at this song)

4. Read All About It - Emilie Sande

5. Photograph - Ed Sheeran (plz don’t judge me this song just means so much to me 😭)

Gonna tag: @cake-writes @the-lady-amphitrite @maevetriesart @joyful-enchantress @trickster-maiden

[trickster-maiden]

Dang, I had to go through all my playlists to decide 😂

Somebody to love - Queen

Mamma Mia - ABBA

La Melodía de Dios - Tan Bionica

Lover - Taylor Swift

La Paura Del Buio - Maneskin

Tags: @wheredafandomat @lokisninerealms @drdaddystrange @gigglingtigger @britishserpent

[gigglingtigger-deactivated20230]

Thank you @trickster-maiden damn, these lists change everything I think of them

Ashes to Ashes - Bowie

Paint it Black -Rolling Stones

Wish you were here - Pink Floyd

These shoes - Kirsty McColl

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

And tagging @mischief2sarawr @xorpsbane @mochie85 @nildespirandum

[mochie85]

Awe thanks @gigglingtigger for tagging me! 😘 Let's see...what am I listening to right now...

Golden Hour - JVKE Billie Bossa Nova - Billie Eilish All Night - BTS & Juice WRLD Miserable - Lit Every Summertime - NIKI

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @immersed-in-mischief @theaudacitytowrite @vbecker10 @lucylaufeyson3 @michelleleewise

[theaudacitytowrite]

Just 5?!!?😰

1. Music by John Miles

2. I don't like Mondays by The Boomtown Rats

3. No sound but the wind by The Editors

4. Yeah yeah yeah by New Politics

5. Crash by Sum41

@lostgreekgod @vbecker10 @midnights-ramblings @funsized-mimi @give-me-a-moose @iamalinarose

[midnights-ramblings]

Oh gosh. I listen to too much music 🤣

1: Godspeed by Anberlin

2: 500 Miles by The Proclaimers

3: Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship

4: May It Be by Enya

5: Hey Jude by The Beatles

[startrekkingaroundasgard]

7.5k Follower Celebration!

I don’t think there’s much to say which I haven’t said in the past, other than thank you for following and being such great readers, for interacting with my stories, for writing your own incredible fics, and just being a general pleasure to spend time around. The last few years have been tough for everyone and I know that I wouldn’t have made it through so easily if not for the lovely people I have met on this site. 

So! To celebrate this time around, I’m doing a few fun things:

💌 A message from your favourite character: I’ve done this in the past and it’s always been fun. This time, though, I won’t be doing full letters as it gets a bit tiring to do so many but short messages instead. (However, if you like it, I do write longer letters for a small donation!)

If you’d like a fun message from your favourite, fill in this quick form and in a few days you’ll get one in your ask box from your favourite character. The price is recommending a wonderful blog at the end of the form, so you get a nice surprise and so do they!

😘 Blog recommendations: You can also recommend your favourite blogs via my ask box, anon or not, just tell me why they’re amazing and I’ll tag them to share the positivity 

🖊 Self Promo: Be proud of your amazing creations too! Share a link to your writing or art, and tell us why you are proud of it, so we can all bask in your amazingness 

❔ Ask me anything: This stands pretty much all the time, but I think it would be really cool if you asked me random thing about my writing and stories past, present and future! 

That’s all I’ve got for now, I’d really appreciate if you reblogged this to help share it about, thank you against for being such nice people to be around and to interact with 💚

[chickenfics]

Let’s forget we were ever broken

Relationship: Loki x GN!reader (SFW)

Summary: It just wasn’t your week. You could feel the tension building – it twisted inside your gut and sent your heart racing, thoughts sparling until you wanted to curl inside yourself or scream so loud that the panic went away. All you knew was that you were one inconvenience away from breaking down. And then you dropped a damn mug.

Or, the reader is having a bad week and Loki is there to pick up the pieces, literally and metaphorically.

Word count: 4.8k

Content warning: magic use (sort of mind control, but in a good/helpful way), anxiety/anxiety attacks, stress, reader is kind of mean to themselves. No use of Y/N and no pronouns are used for the reader

Masterlist  Also on ao3

It just wasn’t your week.

It had started off with an extra difficult job in the lab, which both Bruce and Tony were “confident” you could handle on your own. Apparently, they had much more pressing matters to deal with, being bonafide Avengers and all, and so naturally they’d decided to leave the less important job to one of their most trusted employees. You.

Less important didn’t mean easier, however, and a job that should have had at least three people working on it only had… well, you. It was the first thing to send your anxiety pressing at the backs of your eyes, threatening to fill your chest.

But you pushed it down, convincing yourself that you were fine despite the countless times your own mind had proven that statement very wrong. When would you learn to actually listen to the warning signs your body gave you?

Not this time.

The next nail in the metaphorical coffin was your sleep schedule – or lack thereof. The lab project was draining your energy during the day, and anxiety was keeping you wide awake at night. You tossed and turned into the early hours of the morning, on the verge of panic over the most trivial things.

Keep reading

[midnights-ramblings]

I have been facing the same thing as the reader in this. I wish I had a Loki here to calm my mind and make me something hot to drink 🥺

[lokisgoodgirl]

Here is my fluffy drabble suggestion... 😁

Let's say Loki's been on a veeeery long mission and now after weeks? months? he is finally able to go home and see his love again! 🥰 Some happy reunion fluff 🥺

Fluff-Drabble Marathon Relationship: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Nada. Some light angst, maybe. (w/c 800) A link to my Masterlist is here [18+]

He's Back

“He’s back? Who’s back?” you said vacantly, scanning the briefing notes in front of you as Natasha rolled her eyes. “He’s back, dummy.” she said, a smile pulling at the corner of her plump lips. Your eyes flew to meet hers, hope firing in your belly as you searched her gaze for any sign of cruel humour. “He’s back?” “He’s back.” she repeated, her smile wide now as your chair flew out behind you, briefing notes forgotten. “Oh my god...oh my god…” you mumbled as you pulled at your chunky cardigan, your hands running from your temples through your unwashed hair as you cursed your luck. Of all the days for it to be laundry day. Although to be fair, the last two months had been laundry day. “Nat, be honest with me.” you said, your tone denoting that you definitely could not handle Nat being honest with you, “Do I look like shit?” “Yes.” she said simply, watching your face fall. “But you know that. And you also know that he won’t care. And neither do you.”

You nodded, tucking a strand of greasy hair behind your ear. Fuck. “What if he takes one look at me and wishes he’d stayed in Musselheim?” Nat rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. “He is not going to wish he’d stayed in Musselheim...now Jesus Christ, get out of here.” You nodded. The churning in your stomach growing stronger as adrenaline flooded your body. Loki was back. Finally. You ran to the door, throwing it open and running ungracefully down the long corridor to the elevators. After ten seconds of waiting, you couldn’t wait any more, opting to take the stairs. It was a long way down from the 62nd floor, but your legs did the work while your mind was filled with thoughts of him. How you had gone to sleep every night since he’d been away with a pillow dabbed with his cologne, how you had played the voice notes he saved on your phone every morning as you got dressed. I love you darling, I miss you so very much I’m sure. I’ll be back soon, try not to worry about me. Thirty floors went by in a flash as the New York street grew closer through the glass below. Your frantic footsteps echoed around the stairwell as your mind turned to your lover waiting downstairs. Would he look different? Musselheim was very dark...could be be paler? No that was impossible, surely. His hair would be longer. Or would it? Could he control the length like he could his clothes? Would he be happy to see you? What if he was hurt? What if he was different...inside? Smack “Ah” you cried, as you whacked into a wall of flesh tight around the turn in the stairs.

“Apologies, I-” a breathless voice panted. You looked up, tears welling in your eyes as the voice you had missed with your whole heart filled your ears. The intensity of your devotion masked by self-preservation crashing to dust as every nerve in your body fired at once. You stepped backwards, willing yourself to wake up if this was a dream. Not even your liability of a mind could be that cruel, surely. “Loki?” you whispered, your eyes not believing what your hands could touch before you. His face was almost level with yours. He had not yet reached the landing on which you stood; his battle armour glinting in the light of the afternoon sun through the glass as you cupped his cheek. “I’m back, love.” he said, as he majestically ascended the final stairs to meet you on the landing. You squealed, jumping into his arms as he caught you with a wobble; spinning you around as joyful laughter radiated from deep inside him, nestling his face in your neck. A deep sigh spilled from your lips as you squeezed him tighter, wrapping your legs around his waist. “What were you doing?” you said breathlessly, “I was coming to see you…” He chuckled below you, the sound in his chest vibrating against your heart; those beautiful big eyes creased at the edges with happiness. “And I you, darling. I tried to take the elevator to your office for haste but someone had already summoned it on another floor.” “That was probably me” you said bashfully, “I was just...impatient to-” Loki cut you off with a deep kiss as he leant you against the wall, savouring the taste of you after three long months apart. His tongue caressed yours with loving intensity as you ran your hands through his hair, praying you wouldn’t wake up. You felt wetness press against your cheek from his skin, tears sneaking reluctantly from his eyes as he clung to you like he had come back from the dead. “Gods, I’ve missed you.” he whispered quietly as he pressed his forehead to yours.

Reduced Marathon Tags: @mochie85 @holdmytesseract @lady-rose-moon @november-rayne @sititran @vbecker10 @gigglingtigger @loopsisloops @michelleleewise @xorpsbane @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @thedistractedagglomeration @lokischambermaid @mischief2sarawr

[midnights-ramblings]

Love this 💚💚