Ding ding ding! All three of those appear in the WIP of Doom. For context, this is the story in which a de-aged Loki (who doesn't remember any of the events of the MCU) is thrown into Infinity War.
Red:
Loki didn’t have time to spare more than a passing thought for the useful enchantment, though, because Tony Stark landed behind him in his flashy red armor.
Scenario:
Loki stood waiting, lost in horrifying imagined scenarios filling in Mr. Stark’s bare-bones account of his life and death.
Regret:
He was already regretting having given away as much as he had to Tony Stark.
three for three! sort of! i don’t have lights but i do have light twice in one sentence
He sighs. Time to face the music.
Finally, after winding through a library, she sits on top of one of the tables, legs pretzeled underneath her.
Alanis smiles and does not think about Thiala, healing Ulfgar with a ghost-light touch of fingertips to forehead, speaking passionately about her beliefs, trying to find light in the damnedest places.
Ooo good ones! I’m going to pick and choose one from each update, since I’m fairly certain they all have at least one instance of these.
From the next chapter of Just Like Heaven:
Rylen was standing near the bar cart, his tuxedo jacket lying on it waiting for him to finish with his bowtie. For a moment Abby simply stood in the doorway and stared, letting her eyes drink in the sight of him wearing black tie formal.
“Need help?” she asked after a moment, giggling softly at his struggling fingers as she began to close the distance between them.
His eyes flicked up briefly to where she approached, but then his head slowly raised as he let his eyes wander over her. “L-lass, I - you look - absolutely beautiful,” he murmured.
From the next chapter of Your Arms Feel Like Home:
“I was sorrier than I can say to hear what happened. You two had always been so happy together,” he murmured. “I’m - I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Abby.”
Abby shrugged, her lips tightening for a moment as she fought the emotion. “It’s all right, Dorian, you’re here now,” she told him, and she smiled when she caught his eye.
“What was it?” he asked, frowning. “You never told me, you just said it was over for good.”
And a rather vague one from the next chapter of Wicked Game:
With a glance to John and a soft, heartbreaking smile in his direction she hurried from the room. John put his hands in his pockets and took a few steps forward. Now that they were alone, there was a tension in the room that hadn’t been there before, and he wondered if it was simply his expectation that soon - any moment, maybe even while Abby was out of the room - it could happen.
Hi, and thanks for the ask! :) These go under a squiggly line… I didn’t take all of the “fuck”s because apparently I use that word a whole f*cking lot… and some of these are kind of dirty. XD
He felthimself blush and looked away, focusingon a spot on the floor.
“Thanks,”Sebastian said, giving him a grateful smile before looking away, blushing.
Well, sortof, Sebastian supposed, but the point wasn’t the asking, it was to say thedirty thing in a polite way to make it sound even dirtier and have Seb blush and look away and still have toanswer.
“Just camefrom the blushing groom.”
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Staringhelplessly into his eyes, Jolyon didn’t dare speak above a whisper.
“Goodnight, little Seb,” he whispered, and kissed his forehead.
“The trophyis bigger than him almost, no?” Fernando whispered.
“Christian askedabout you,” Mark whispered.
Nico whispered something in Jenson’s ear,Mark could see them in the mirror and it didn’t take a genius to figure out therough outline of what Nico had suggested.
-
He heard adesperate little whimper and lookedat Jenson in the mirror, his vision a little blurry at first.
Mark wasbarely holding on and decided to heed the whimperedplea.
All humanlanguage was forgotten, there was nothing left but growls, snarls, and begging whimpers.
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“Neverthought I’d be asking you if youwanted to talk or fuck.”
“Raik-… fuck…”
He lookedthoroughly ruined, and it was fuckinggorgeous.
As soon asthe words were out Jenson knew he’d fuckedup, fucked up utterly andcompletely.
“Fuck,” he panted, blood spraying awayfrom him when he exhaled.
“Secondly,whoever he’s fucking, me or anyoneelse, I can guaran-fucking-tee heisn’t thinking about you.”
“You knowfull well I don’t bloody speak fuckingFrench!”
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“Do youwant to fly?” he asked, and gave the needle a lewd lick.
“I’m notsure I deserved that one,” Jenson said, lickinghis lips.
Nico turnedhis head and spat out the come messily onto the floor, licking his lips and wiping some off his chin with his fingers.
