hey, would you write about loki x reader where loki is trying to propose to reader but doesn't know how to and everything just goes wrong that day. it doesn't help that the avengers won't stop teasing him because of how evidently nervous and flustered he was that day.
cw: kissing, reader is like?? more experienced than him. idk
summary: ur best friend still doesn’t know how to kiss… at the big 23… it’s immoral not to help him out
next part ->
you and jisung had known each other for entirely too long. you had met each other in middle school and became best friends by the mystical power of forced proximity; having been seated next to each other in homeroom from the start of the year, and this friendship had stuck it out ever since.
really you had been through thick and thin. he was with you through your parents divorce, you were with him through his pokémon phase that lasted way too long (bless his heart). it was practically an unspoken rule that there was nothing you wouldn’t do for each other. and that is how you found yourself trying to overcome, maybe your most interesting friendship obstacle yet.
“okay, are you lying, or you’re serious.“
jisung dropped his head into his hands and sighed. as close as the two of you were— this is so humiliating.
“why would i even want to lie about something like this. seriously.”
you brought two fingers to your lips to halt your laughter. it wasn’t even that you were laughing at him because you thought this was embarrassing for him. it was more disbelief than anything.
how can someone this handsome and this funny, never have kissed anyone, in his life.
“this is just a crazy thought for me, that’s all. i’m not laughing at you.”
“right. ‘cause i can see you laughing, but maybe i’m just crazy.” jisung squinted and tilted his head at you, accusingly.
“no, jisungie, stop,” you reached across from you to push his arm. “i’m just shocked. for starters, i swear you’ve had a girlfriend before…”
“yeah, that might be true.”
“in like, the last year of high school?”
“yeah, maybe.”
“ok, cut that out. what did you guys even do if you’ve never kissed anyone before?”
“uhh, yknow, like,” he scratched the back of his neck, “hold hands and cuddle. like the stuff you do in a relationship.”
“oh, ji, you angel.”
“don’t do that.”
“did she never even try to kiss you?”
jisung attempted to ruffle the stress out through his hair. this isn’t an interview, why was he nervous?
“yeah, i mean. she did. but i think i missed my cue..”
“jesus, ji.”
“i wouldn’t have known what i was doing! i didn’t wanna embarrass myself.”
“park jisung, how would you know what you’re doing if you’ve never done it before? riddle me that one.”
jisung stared at you blankly. then he started to laugh.
“oh, i never even thought of it like that. oh, jeez…” he ran a hand over his goofy face.
“now you’ll never know.” you shrugged at him, getting off the couch and walking into your dorm’s kitchen. “juice?”
jisung didn’t respond. the cogs turning in his brain were working overtime— you could practically see the steam rising off his head.
“guess not! look, ji, all you need to do is get invited to a party, find someone cute and kind and just, hope your first kiss isn’t completely—
“we should kiss.”
in the time it had taken you to pour a glass of apple juice, jisung had made it from the living room couch, to directly next to you, in complete silence. and now your apple juice was on the counter.
“shit, jisung, make a little noise when you approach someone!” you pushed at his chest and started to wipe up the juice. until it registered in your brain what he had just said. “wait what.”
“what?”
“you said we should kiss??”
“we should? i mean if you think it would help..” jisung laughed nervously.
“dude. is that not what you said..?”
jisung dropped his head down. “no, yeah, i mean. i just think like, you should teach me. like we should practice— i should practice.”
you looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of every sitcom you’ve ever watched. has this ever worked for anyone? has the outcome ever been good? you couldn’t remember.
“yeah, ok. let me put away this juice, that you ruined.” you teased.
jisung’s eyes widened. though he was the one to suggest something so crazy, the thought of you going along with it had never crossed his mind. for some reason.
“if you wanted to kiss me, what would you do?”
pfft. if he wanted to kiss you.
jisung’s face flushed. “what do you mean?”
“like, how would you initiate it? what would you do?”
“can i kiss you, please?”
your brows furrowed as you smiled at him.
“yknow what, that would most definitely work on me, but you have to be a little inconspicuous sometimes. ask me that again, without saying anything.“
“well, that’s just impossible.”
“ji… use body language.”
jisung pointed a confused expression at you.
“okay, how about this? i’ll pretend i’m you. take mental notes. ‘kay?”
jisung swallowed and nodded his head as you wordlessly walked towards him. you batted long lashes up at him before looking down at his lips momentarily, only to flick your eyes back up to his.
“i just asked you to kiss me. did you feel it?”
his face was hot. “i felt it.”
“now, the key thing there was eye contact. i held eye contact with you like, ‘i gotta tell you something,’ and i looked at your lips to say ‘it’s about kissing.’ you get?”
“mhm”
“now!” you patted both your hands onto his shoulders, “jisungie’s first kiss. it’s an honour, really.”
jisung sighed out a breathy laugh. he was nervous as fuck and if it wasn’t obvious by how stiff his shoulders were under your hands, it was definitely obvious now.
“you’re pretty tall so you’ll have to bend a little bit just,” you held his right hand, bringing it up to your neck and the other, placing it on the small of your back, “this is like standard hand placement, kinda. just dip your head and kiss me, ji.”
what a sentence, honestly.
you moved your hand to the back of his head to gently coax him a little closer to you until he finally found the confidence to catch your lips in a kiss. short but sweet. and to say it was his first kiss, he was a natural. uh oh!
“ji, that was really, very nice…” you blinked at him and he covered his face in embarrassment. “did you lie about that being your first?”
he scrambled to defend himself, “i swear, i swear it was! you— i just copied you.”
you hummed skeptically. “mm, okay, fast learner. this won’t take long.”
as ridiculous as it sounded in his head, why was he unhappy to hear that from you?
“i guess we can already move on to a real kiss. since that was like, the tip of the kissing iceberg.”
jisung raised a hand to his forehead, “kissing iceberg… yeah, ok.”
“so… lesson two. this time you gotta open your mouth juuust a little. are you scared?”
the peaks of jisung’s cheeks grew pink, “of course not.”
“good, confidence is key.” you moved your hand in a beckoning motion, “kiss me again like i taught you, ji.”
jisung leant down to kiss you again, now moving both hands to either side of your waist. you assumed that his feigned confidence was manifesting its way into his actions but in reality, he held you for his own stability.
you moved your lips against his in a soft and slow rhythm for a few seconds until you pulled away slightly to whisper,
“i’m gonna use my tongue now, don’t freak out.”
you could feel his hands shake against your body, “o-okay, sure.”
you tilted your head as you kissed him again, and as soon your tongue pushed past his lips, a soft moan rose from the back of his throat.
the sensation of your tongue against his made his cheeks turn a deep pink. you knew, and he knew that this was just a ‘lesson’ on how to kiss. yknow, to aide him in.. future endeavours. but with each soft sigh of yours into his mouth, he started to worry less about any of what’s to come and focus on you. your lips on his, your body— and so he pulled away.
“we should probably stop.” jisung put his hand on the back of his neck in efforts to cool it down somewhat. to no avail.
not that he’s a gentleman but he’s fighting for his life to stop the blood flow to his dick..
“you feel that you’ve learnt enough?” you smiled at him and he groaned internally.
he nodded and you patted his chest. “cool. you did good, ji.”
“t-thank you.”
a/n; part 2 coming when school stops trying to kill me 🤫
𝒮ummary : you and wanda love each other, truly. even passionately. but, what happens when a little disco club unravels those feelings in a place where it's unacceptable?
𝒲arnings : lowercase intended for this stuff, fic is written normally, this is a request, fem!reader, pretty angsty, takes place in the old westview that wanda created, homophobia ( this is the mid to late 1900s but homophobia is still a problem today ), infidelity ( wanda is still married to vision ), kissing, unestablished (?) relationship at the end ( it's not public nor acknowledged as a relationship )
𝒜uthor's note : reminder that english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes (─.─||）, im born female and i identify as non-binary as of now but i don't express a lot of interest in women so please don't mind if it's written poorly
𝒫laylist : passionate highs - snow strippers, all i need - radiohead
You didn't really know how to describe it. It felt taboo anyway.
You loved Wanda. As a friend, and something more. Something you wouldn't explore in this day and age. Two women or two men together? An idea no one wanted to think of or even speak of. Much to your dismay, Wanda was already married too.
Though, that's something you shouldn't think much about right now.
Wanda set down a small plate with a slice of cherry pie on it in front of your seat at the dinner table in her house. She put down another small plate with some for herself on the other side before sitting down, looking right at you with that perfect smile. Oh, that smile.
"So... Have you got anything we should do to hang a bit while Vis' is at work?" She asked, excited to go out for a bit.
"How about that disco club near Agnes's place? Not often us ladies get time to ourselves like that," you suggested.
"Ooh, that sounds good. We should do it this evening. Vis' does not come home till late today anyway," she responded. With that, your plans were set.
And you couldn't wait.
After having a good time out in the disco club, you and Wanda settled for a smoke. Wanda wasn't one to smoke much, but sometimes it fit the mood. Sitting out behind the disco club, Wanda's hand inched closer to yours. Was it the cigarette? You didn't know, but you didn't complain.
Her fingers interlocked with yours, her other hand occupied with the cigarette. But, as you and Wanda looked at each other—you knew one thing was real. Just like that, her lips were pressed against yours.
It was light. You felt free.
Just as fast, she seemed to realize what she did and quickly pulled away.
"I... I'm sorry. I can't—" Wanda said in panic. She let out a sharp breath, dropping the cigarette before getting up and running off to god knows where.
Things changed fast afterwards. For the better and worse. You and Wanda still saw each other, stole kisses, but hid it all behind a façade of normalcy that was Westview.
Both of you knew this wasn't something you could keep up in a world like this.
hello i saw you were asking for requests so I have dropping by to beg pretty please for a wanda x fem!reader westview 70s AU where reader asks Wanda to go to a disco club and they have a blast and admit they're feelings for each other
coming soon ! im having a bit of a block because it's not the weekend and im pretty busy but i promise i'll try to have it out by then !
thinking about congressman bucky (it gets me freaky ash 🥹❤️🩹)
smut under the cut (unprotected, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT folks)
congressman!bucky who spoils you with the amount of money he gets
congressman!bucky who gives you a little kiss goodbye on your forehead or lips before he leaves ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
congressman!bucky who cuddles up with you and alpine in bed after a long day
congressman!bucky who kisses you all over at home (lips, head, thighs, neck, you name it tbh)
congressman!bucky who films you riding him before he goes on a little business trip so he can jerk off to it later
congressman!bucky who touches himself to the videos in his hotel room but he doesn't cum because it's not you wrapped around his cock :(
congressman!bucky who fucks you into the mattress relentlessly, spilling load after load into you till you're overstimulated and all you can think about is him and his cock
congressman!bucky who takes a picture of your dripping hole on his phone for later, not caring if any colleagues accidentally see it at meetings
congressman!bucky who cleans you up before running you a warm bath and then cuddling up with you afterwards (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Another hearing with the impeachment committee on some other person's impeachment of their position, more meetings, more paperwork, more pointless debate, all of that. It gets tiring as a Congressman, y'know. But, at least Bucky gets the chance to relax when he comes home.
As soon as you heard the click of the front door being unlocked, you sat up on the living room couch. Alpine perked up on your lap too.
Bucky was home.
As he entered the house, he locked the door shut—placing his stuff down and leaving his coat on the hook. His eyes softened as he saw you and Alpine on the couch together, the stress from today's work easing away.
"What'd you make today, hm?" Bucky asked curiously.
"Uh... Just some macaroni recipe," you responded. That didn't sound all too bad. Anything to do with macaroni was usually tasty anyway.
He padded over to the couch, laying down and dragging you down with him too. Not that it was a bad thing. He was all warm and stuff, but there was a bed in his room for a reason.
Alpine just purred, giving him a little lick of affection before hopping off of the couch and leaving elsewhere.
Ending your day together like this was the best. In his arms, fully comfortable, Alpine doing whatever, all of that.
𝒮ummary : bucky's memories of you from the hydra days are vague, but they're there nonetheless. you were another winter soldier, but he thought every one of them died. that includes you. and what happens when valentina assigns them to finding you and maybe recruit you?
𝒲arnings : lowercase intended for this stuff, fic is written normally, gn!reader, reader is a former ws & has a ( traumatic ) past with hydra, mentions and brief depictions of trauma, violence ( stabbing ), a very small battle scene with Yelena ( like 2-3 sentences lol )
𝒜uthor's note : reminder that english is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes (￣ヘ￣;) ! , also i make all of my headers myself
𝒫laylist : new person same old mistakes - tame impala, let it happen - tame impala
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"This was at a farmer's market in Sárospatak," Val informed. Then, the hologram at the center of the coffee table in the common room of the Watchtower lit up with a picture.
A picture of you from maybe a CCTV camera or something.
Simple baseball cap, a jacket, gloves, somewhat discreet apparel. Kinda like what Bucky used to wear in hiding. Though, his grip on the armrest of the armchair visibly grew tighter—jaw clenched and an unwanted familiarity in his eyes.
"Now this person—" she started, changing the image the hologram was displaying to one used to ID you at HYDRA bases.
"—leads back to them through a facial recognition scan. A former Winter Soldier," she finished. Like clockwork, everyone's heads turned straight to Bucky as if expecting something. After all, he was a Winter Soldier himself.
"You look like you know something," Yelena remarked—basically analyzing his face for anything that'd give something away. Bucky let out a sharp exhale before speaking.
"We used to work together. For HYDRA. I thought they had died alongside the others. They know 30 languages and are trained in combat, defense, and espionage like the other super soldiers. Could take an entire government down overnight if they wanted," he stated.
A chill ran up Bob's spine at the thought of that. Scary. To him, that is. He was just like that anyway.
Now everyone knew what they were in for—and it was not looking good.
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All of them had landed in Sárospatak, Hungary not too long ago. That was apparently where you were staying. It was considered a tourist center, though not many people visited it. That made it sort of discreet.
Bucky was the only one inside the actual apartment unit you were staying in whilst the others secured the perimeter of the complex discreetly. Taking a look around, it wasn't a lot. A bed, a dresser, a nightstand, a small bathroom, and a surprising calico. But, it scurried out of your apartment as soon as Bucky was inside.
As soon as Bucky turned around to face the door of the apartment—he saw you. Actually you. Seeing his face wasn't a huge relief to or something. It wasn't a good thing.
Quickly, images from your time with HYDRA flashed through your mind. The super soldier serum that felt like it seared every single fell in your body, the torture, the electroshock, the brutal training, everything. The rhythm of your breathing slightly quickened, but you shook it off. And you swallowed. Hard.
"I—... I don't know you," you lied. It wasn't a super blatant lie, no. But, Bucky could still tell because no one forgot HYDRA like that so easily. Not even him.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna talk," he assured you. His tone of voice was almost..soft. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth and you knew that. He'd use force if it was required.
Your instincts kicked in anyway.
In a moment of impulse, you ran out of the apartment fast. The stairs went on for too long, so you just jumped down from them. The chase had already started and it wasn't going end soon. You knew you were surrounded as soon as you got outside.
Yelena was already there to neutralize you, but you simply took her blade that she tried to get you down with before stabbing her four times. Deep, too. One for each arm and leg—leaving her effectively disabled.
You ran the rest of the way, pushing through crowds of people going about their day before finally coming to a halt in an alleyway. You lost them.
You let out a sigh of relief as you caught your breath, your eyes still darting around warily. You were in Europe, so it shouldn't be that hard to go from country to country by train with some money, a simple passport, and an ID that didn't even have your real identity on it.
That was the plan.
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The Thunderbolts kept their eyes peeled, of course. It was hard to keep up a chase in a place so easy to travel and a mouse who knew they were being sought out.
Across roughly two days by train, you made it all the way to Latvia through other places like Austria and Poland. You could keep a bit low-key here, maybe. You were still wary though. Eyeing everyone suspiciously, paying attention to conversations around you, all of that.
After four days in Latvia, you went off to Belarus. But, just like that—they were already on your trail and knew where you were. It wasn't that hard with their resources.
After a long day, you simply sat near the water in Braslav, looking out into the reflection of the night sky in the water. Someone sat down near you, yet you didn't think anything of it. You were just too tired to do anything about it.
"Aren't you tired?" The person asked. Their voice held some softness in it, but you recognized it. Bucky. You didn't say anything, but your body was as tense as that of a cornered animal. You didn't trust him. Not yet.
"Spending your days out in hiding isn't the best, trust me. I've been there before," he said—looking you right in the eye.
"I know what it's like, but you can do a lot more. With us." Bucky added. Slowly, he held out a hand with his palm up as if showing he meant no harm.
And with some reluctance and hesitation, you put your own hand in his. This was it.
𝒮ummary : wanda maximoff doesn't know what to think when she encounters you—someone magical. just like her. she sees you in her and you see yourself in her, which draws you closer to each other and leads to much more. a deeper connection.
𝒲arnings : lowercase intended for this stuff, fic is written normally, a little bit long if that's not your thing, gn!reader, taken place a teeny tiny bit after AOU, both reader and wanda have a past with hydra, not very detailed violence, implied/depicted trauma, wanda getting flashbacks to the destruction of her home as a kid, mention of traumatic memories from hydra, reader and the avengers start out as enemies, very much fluff ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
𝒜uthors note : english is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes, hope you have a good read (◍•ᴗ•◍), ( i'll try to upload as often as i can ! )
𝒫laylist : like him - tyler the creator, cool with you - newjeans
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This was a simple mission like Fury said.
Scout out one of the remaining HYDRA bases in northeastern Europe, look for anything that could count as intel, retrieve anything important, and return safely. It shouldn't be so hard for them, aka the Avengers. Plus, Wanda already had enough of her past with HYDRA, so it wouldn't and shouldn't affect her much.
Tony and Steve secured the perimeter on ground whilst Clint and Vision stayed up on the rooftop to make sure they'd spot anything incoming. The rest were inside—carefully walking the abandoned halls and rusty rooms with walls that were already cracking.
Natasha noticed something in the corner of her eye. A shadow? Silhouette? But, she brushed it off because it wasn't clear and was in her peripheral. Thor was just dilly dallying while simultaneously swinging around Mjölnir like the hammer wasn't a weapon of destruction.
Suddenly, they stopped.
There was someone down the hall. You. You didn't look threatening. You looked hurt. Though, Wanda's hand by her side still glowed red, clearly wary of your presence.
"Hello? Are you okay?" She called out. But, as soon as you looked her right in the eye—she was back at Sokovia as a kid. In the destroyed living room, watching as her younger self hid under the bed with Pietro right next to the undetonated bomb in the rubble labeled with 'Stark Industries'.
Wanda recognized it—the same ability she used on the Avengers with her Chaos Magic when they were enemies. She doubted it was Chaos Magic. She swore she was the only..magical person around here. Then, she snapped out of it and saw it.
Saw how your hands glowed red as Thor and Natasha were thrown to the ground—the ground crumbling under the force of your magic as they were now falling multiple floors down through the building. She could only think of one thing.
You were an experiment just like her, exposed to the Mind Stone and subjected to the inhumane torture of HYDRA. Wanda quickly came to her senses though and put you in a chokehold with her magic. But, she only kept it going till you finally passed out.
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You don't remember much as you woke up except for the fact some girl with scarlet hair—obviously an Avenger—knocked you out. And now you're in this bright room, strapped to a slightly uncomfortable bed. It wasn't as bad as the cots in the HYDRA cells though. Given you could move things with your mind, it wasn't hard to undo the straps and get up from the bed. But, as soon as you got up, a voice cut through the silence through the reinforced glass blocking any exit from the room.
"Gosh, Manchurian Candidate, we're not gonna kill you. Just sit down," the person said with an exasperated tone. Tony Stark. That's who the voice belonged to. You didn't obey though, you just stood there and eyed him like his very existence had personally offended you. You were cautious. Wary. Literally just anything like that.
"I'm just gonna ask some questions and you can do whatever you want in this room after. Just maybe no escaping. We can't have another magical personal running around on the streets of New York," he stated. No response from you. Just brooding. Well, whatever. He thought everyone from HYDRA was just like that. Then, the questions started.
"Do you work for HYDRA?" No response.
"Do you have any seperate, harmful agendas we should know about?" No response.
"What's with your abilities?" No response.
"Do you even talk?" No response.
Eventually, Tony got tired of it and left with a sigh. Not much of a problem for you. He seemed annoying anyway.
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The past few days here at the compound as a practical prisoner were something. But, at least you were treated like more of a person than an asset like you were in HYDRA.
You were given food and water, even though you barely touched the food and just drank the water. You were put in cleaner conditions—a prettier cell. Walls painted perfectly, a nightstand next to the slightly uncomfortable bed, a bookshelf with classics like 'The Hobbit', a reinforced glass barrier instead of iron bars, and no rodents or insects.
Banner and Natasha would come by, just to coax you into talking or something. But, not a single peep came out of your mouth. Nothing. And Wanda? Oh, Wanda. She knew what you were, what you had gone through, you were just like her. So, she understood—didn't push.
She would just come by, sit down right in front of the reinforced glass, and talk about her day. Maybe show you little kiddie tricks she could do with her magic that you could do too. So, you were curious and naturally got closer to her.
And slowly, you got closer to everyone else.
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Wanda convinced the other Avengers to let you go on a mission, much to the objection of an ever-resistant Tony. But, it was a chance for companionship and such. And some freedom and fresh air for you. Besides, it was a simple interception of illegal weapon selling on a cargo ship. But, it was unfortunately the interception of weapon selling by the LSF. They just kept coming back again and again.
Everyone split up into groups of two or three and you just sticked close to Wanda per usual. It was dimly lit in the ship as you and Wanda walked through—and then a shadow and footsteps or two. Wanda didn't notice, but you definitely did. And when Batroc finally came out, aka that French dude from the LSF?
Your hands glowed red and he was thrown through multiple walls crushed under the force of your magic before being thrown overboard. Well, that was easy. Though, you quickly turned to Wanda and finally spoke for the first time since encounters the Avengers.
"..Are you okay?" You said, your voice low as if whispering. There was nothing but pure relief in her eyes and some weird feeling she couldn't pinpoint as she nodded.
"I'm fine, thank you," she replied, her voice just as low. And she just stared. Why? You spoke and you protected her. That was a big step. Just like that, everyone came back together on the Quinjet to leave. Sam, as always, had to make a snarky comment.
"Well, don't they look comfortable?" He said with a smug smirk on his face as he nudged Natasha, gesturing to you and Wanda.
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It was another day at the Compound. You had more freedom—going on missions with the others and getting to roam the place freely. That and getting to be around Wanda all the time instead of talking to each other through a barrier of sorts. It was a pretty normal day because there were no missions, no training, none of that. So, Tony, of course, decided to pick out an activity.
Movie night.
Snacks, boring old films, everything. And you and Wanda on the couch. It started off pretty normal. You and Wanda were a solid two feet away on the couch or something, but she'd scoot closer very (un) discreetly every few moments till you guys were barely two inches apart. Slowly, her pinky interlocked with yours under the blanket. It was cute. Until Tony ruined the moment, of course.
"This is no time to be be acting lovey dovey with the witch, Manchurian Candidate," he remarked.
"You and Pepper literally kiss in public," Natasha retorted.
