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1. I can write for Loki, Bucky, Thor or Steve Rogers - romantic or platonic relationships
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i havent drawn stucky in MONTHS ive been so sambucky rotten ughhh cowboys bucky and steve!!! i saw a ref pic and i was like “mhhh who do i draw!!” and THEN i saw a majestic stucky fanart and i immediately locked in
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You sighed again and shifted your weight on the grass you sat on; the fabric of the dress you wore splayed out beautifully in a circle around you. Admittedly, you knew it wasn't easy for him to get to you. To escape the prying eyes of his father and the guards. He was a prince after all - and certainly not meant to court a 'normal' woman. 'Cause that was exactly what you were... A normal Asgardian woman. Your mother was a seamstress; your father a blacksmith. Nothing special.
He loves me, you whispered in your head and plucked a single petal from the beautiful lily in your hand.
He loves me not. You plucked another petal.
He loves me. Another one.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not. A rather sad sigh left your lips as you held the last petal of the lily in your hands. Was the flower right? Did he truly not love you? Anymore? You actually knew he did and yet everything seemed against it. For once that he did not visit you in weeks.
And yet, someway somehow did yours and Loki's path cross. Call it destiny. Fate. Not just once. Several times. The secret friendship quickly bloomed into a secret romance.
But perhaps not anymore.
You had heard the rumours. The talk of the town. The tells of your parents about the arrival of the princess of Vanaheim at the palace a few days ago. You weren't stupid. You could count one and one together. Why should a princess visit another kingdom for days if not for courtship? And she was certainly here for the younger prince, since Thor was already betrothed to Lady Sif.
After supper, you retreated to your room in the second floor; still dwelling in thoughts about your beloved prince. Your heart was heavy with sadness; tainted and cut open. Deep down you knew that day would come. The day you'd lose Loki to a princess, because you just weren't enough. You just did not think it was going to happen so soon...
"Y/N! Will you come inside, please? Your mother prepared supper, and it's getting dark," your father called for you, and you obliged; gracefully standing up from the small meadow of the garden in your parent's backyard and made your way inside the cosy house. Your family didn't own much. But what you owned was handled with nothing but love and care.
Your mother gave you a loving smile as she watched you enter the small dining room. "Are you alright, my child?" You took a seat; gave her a nod and smile in return in order to mask the pain in your heart. You already did that for days. "Of course, mama." "Good." Your mother placed a big bowl of soup on the table and pressed a kiss to your forehead, before she sat down as well to join you and her husband. "Now eat, before it gets cold."
Swallowing hard and with the quick 'thump thump thump' of your heart, you stood up and made your way to the window in your room. You opened it and looked outside - and the view was enough to make your breath catch in your throat... Loki stood underneath your window in the garden; shrouded by darkness. Only some beautiful lit torches illuminated him. His one big, smooth hand was carrying little stones, which the other hand was ready to throw. He looked stunningly handsome - even more than usual. Perhaps it was his outfit... He had never worn his armor before to secretly meet you. So open and obvious. His colours, yes. But his armor... That was a first.
You sat crisscrossed on your bed; a beautifully decorated diary in your lap and feather in hand as you wrote your thoughts down in your diary. The book, feather and small ink jar was your most valuable possession. Your treasure.
As you wrote and were sunken in your thoughts, you didn't hear it right away... The sound of small stones against glass. You also positively thought that you were imagining things, since you could've sworn that you heard somebody call your name quietly... You looked up shortly, then shook your head and wanted to return to your diary when you saw it... The small stone thrown against your window pane - and your heart instantly sped up. There was only one person who'd do that...
"Finally..." You heard his deep, familiar voice say. "I already feared I arrived too late and you'd be already asleep." You shook your head and wanted to give him a smile - but then you remembered... All those days and nights he hadn't been visiting you. All this time he had left you groping in the dark. All the rumours and tells you had heard.
"What are you doing here, prince?" A short frown darted across Loki's face; oceanic blue eyes looking up at you in confusion. "I-I have come to see you, darling. Like I always do." You shook your head; feeling the pain again. "Liar." His frown even deepened. You could tell that he was getting restless and a little anxious due to your reaction. "You did not come to visit me in so many days."
Now the prince began to understand your 'wrath'.
"My love, I wanted to come and see you. You have to believe me. I wanted to sneak out - but I did not have the chance. My father... He didn't leave me out of his sight," he whisper-shouted; trying to explain but also not risking to wake your parents or anyone else around the neighborhood.
Once more you shook your head. "You're not being true to me, prince. Do you really think I don't know about it?" "Know what?" The youngest member of the royal family was quite desperate now. You scoffed; crossing your arms over your chest. "The arrival of the princess of Vanaheim. The obvious reason why she's here. The rumours..." You had to suppress a tear. "Quit playing games with my heart, Loki. I know you are courting her. I am losing you. I knew it was going to happen someday, but... It does not fix the pain." You sighed; heart heavy and on the verge of breaking. "I wish I could turn back time - impossible as it may seem."
You said nothing; a silent tear ran down your cheek. "Fine," Loki said then. "Tell me to leave and I'll go. If that is what you wish." You squeezed your eyes shut at his words. Damnit. You wanted to protect yourself. You wanted to tell him to go - but you also wanted to hear what he had to say. It was that last single sliver of hope your heart held. After all, you still loved him.
Loki hung his head. Your words hit him deeply. He never wanted this to turn out the way it did. He didn't intend to hurt your feelings or play games with your heart. His chest tightened. The young prince shared your pain.
"Please, my love, join me for a walk and let me explain this." "Why? To deepen the aching scar you left behind? No." Loki instantly shook his head. "No, no! Please... I want to heal that scar. I never meant to leave it in the first place. Please."
You blushed.
When you said nothing in return again, Loki took that as his sign. He stepped closer - and started to climb. Your eyes widened. "L-Loki, what are you doing?! Are you insane?! You could get hurt!" He shook his head stubbornly. "I refuse to just give up on you - on us. On this love." You blinked and watched in awe. If anything, you had just fallen more in love with him.
"Darling, I need you to step aside." You blinked again. "W-What?" "I can't climb through the window if you stand in front of it." Oh. You stepped aside and made room for him to climb inside. "You may continue to admire me, but please once I am inside your chambers," he added with a wink and mischievous smile.
Once Loki stood in front of you - not just whisper-shouting up the wall, he instantly stepped closer and cautiously reached for your hands - as if afraid you'd push him away. You wanted to. But you couldn't. His warm, soft, smooth skin against yours felt too good. You had missed him.
"My love, I... I wish to apologise first of all. I should've someway somehow let you know what is going on." Loki sighed. "The rumours are unfortunately true - mostly. The princess of Vanaheim is here at the palace, yes. My father wants me to court her, yes. I had to play his foolish games, yes." Your heart clenched at his words, "But I do not wish to continue to court or even marry her. I can't. My heart belongs to you, darling." but also beat faster; hammering against your chest.
He shook his head. "I do not care. We will figure this out, I promise. I am going to talk to mother. She'll understand. She always does. If she can persuade father..." Loki drifted off; brain working hard on a solution. "I love you and I refuse to let you go." You couldn't help but smile; the anger forgotten and the heartbreak fixed. Loki was a trickster - but he would never lie to you. You knew that. He meant what he said. "I-I love you, too, and I trust you. If you say the queen is how we can stay together..." The prince nodded; "Mother is going to help me, I promise." then started to smile.
You swallowed. "T-Truly?" The prince nodded, "Truly. Nothing happened between us. We just spent time together like good acquaintances do." and let go of your hands to cup your cheeks tenderly. "I've chosen you a long time ago and that won't ever change. Not my father, nor another woman."
Another tear escaped your eyes - one that Loki immediately wiped gently away with his thumb. "B-But... Loki... We both know the king won't allow you to marry me. I am no princess. No royalty. I am not enough."
"May I kiss you now? I've been dying to feel your lips on mine." You didn't answer him verbally. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his; hands splayed on his gorgeous breast plate.
disclaimer: All the lines taken from the songs are not mine. Credits to the artists. I just used the lyrics for the plot, 'atmosphere' and inspiration in these drabbles.
I just have a tiny request, i promise: sleepy cuddles 🥺👉👈
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Pre-serum Steve having a bit of art-block. What shall inspire him? … Who? ;) I remember him being shown sketching in the films but I only recently read up on how his character was actually an art student and I REALLY LOVE THAT FACT! (My Art /// My Marvel Art) *Please don’t repost(?) or use elsewhere without my permission, thanks!
Warning: Stranger Danger: What NOT To Do, Dumpster dive, There was only one bed
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Everything had been going well until someone decided hiding a landmine was the perfect backup plan to avoid capture. Though the backup plan failed the villain, it had done a number on the vigilante. Even his peak pain resistance and vitality was beginning to erode as he pushed his body beyond the limits.
Don’t quit on me now, we have to get to safety. He mentally encouraged his overly fatigued body to keep pushing as he fumbled a landing onto the top of a building, which subsequently led to stumble as he attempted to leap across to the next, plummeting into darkness. The next thing he knew, he felt something lumpy beneath him, followed by two something crashing on top of him, one weirdly mushy thing hitting his severely bruised side. He groaned in pain, feeling around to see where he was.
Where the-am I in a dumpster?! How long have I been out? He noted the black plastic bags, followed by the unforgettable scent of eu-de-rancid. “Dammit, this’ll take forever to wash off. Alfred’ll kill me.” He muttered, reaching for the lip of the dumpster and hoisting himself out. His face nearly crashed into the head that suddenly popped up, and he fell back from shock.
“A-are you ok?” Her voice was soft, a twinge of hesitation lacing her heavy concern.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you stranger danger?” He grumbled out the response.
“Stranger danger, yes. But I highly doubt a stranger would dare to run around imitating you or any superhero. If they did, I’d be calling the police to take them to Arkham.” She shrugged her shoulders, a slight pause taking over the conversation. “Any particular reason you’re in the dumpster behind my job?”
“No, not at all. Just enjoying a late night dumpster dive, doesn’t everyone?” He wanted to sound more sarcastic than he did, but the stabbing pain in his side had him hissing more.
“So, I go call the people to take you to the looney bin?” She gave a wry smile, extending a hand to him. He took the offer and got himself back up, climbing out as she climbed down the ladder. He slumped down to the ground, back against the cool metal.
“Holy shit, we have to get you to a hospital!” He heard her shout. Before she could grab for her phone, he grabbed her hand and shook his head. “No, what do you mean no?! I’m no doctor, but those injuries and garbage will lead to something nasty!”
“I just need to rest a minute, and possibly shower.” He forced himself to shake his head again. Don’t black out, don’t black out! Why is she…so…far away?
“Hey, hey! Red hood, wake up!” She quickly knelt down and shook him by the shoulders as best she could, his red helmet banging loudly against the dumpster. Oh great, no response! What do I do?! Ok, breathe Y/L/N, you know CPR, you know basic medical care. You just need ointment, lots of antibiotic ointment. She somehow managed to get him up and threw one of his arms across her shoulders, lugging him to the curbside where she hailed a cab and managed to somehow get them both into the backseat.
She noticed the shocked look of the driver and gave a nervous chuckle in response.
“Busy night, party gone sour.” She quickly explained, throwing her coat over him to cover the wounds as she gave her home address. “As fast as you can, please?” The driver nodded, speeding down the mostly empty roads to the rundown apartment complex she called home. She thanked him with a hefty tip, lugging Red Hood out of the cab and stared up at the multiple steps of the stoop and envisioned the tall flight up to the top.
You can do this, Y/N. Just think of it as the time you had to move your new furniture…a really heavy living piece of furniture that needs attention ASAP. She quickly began moving, dragging him up and accidentally bumping and scraping him against things as she went. She whispered apology after apology as she did, using his weight to force open the tricky front door and kicking it shut.
Somehow in some way, she managed to get him mostly on her bed as she plopped to the ground, giving herself a minute to catch her breath in her burning lungs. Memo to self, start paying for gym membership! Forcing her jello bones to move, she rushed to the bathroom and ran the water hot in the shower as she looked for something to hold it. Spying nothing but the unused new small trash bin, she quickly filled it with hot water and grabbed towels along with her first aid kit.
Hours seemed to drag by as she engrossed herself in the washing and caring of all his visible wounds first. For once in her life, Y/N was grateful for having a spoiled little sister who forced her to learn medicine to help her practice and study. Otherwise, she would have not known what to do or how to quickly stitch some of his wounds.
Got those taken care of, now on to his hea-oh. She paused, staring at the currently scuffed up iconic red helmet. “I need to take it off if I want to make sure he’s not bleeding in there, and I need to give him some pain meds.” But do you really? Her inner voice argued. He wants to stay anonymous for a reason, and me knowing might lead to me dying way too early. She nearly convinced herself when he wheezed in pain, and she was reminded of the bloody mess he was. Leaning in closer, she inspected it for some latch or something, not seam line in sight. “The hell; how do you even work this thing?!”A good few tugs, and it was off, only to reveal a domino mask and black balaclava. She could not stop the eye roll that followed, as she force-fed him some extra strength painkillers and waited…and waited.
She waited until his breathing finally regulated and the pained expression on his face eased up. Checking his vitals, she let out a sigh of relief which zapped the life out of her. Her adrenaline crashing, she fell to the floor with a thud. He was going to be safe. Her vision blurred as she fell back against the wall. The last thing she saw was the resting body of the third vigilante she had come into contact with of late. He’ll survive. Were the last words she thought before sleep finally took hold of her.
Slowly his eyes creaked open. His whole body was sore and his head pounding in protest at even the slightest movement. But, it was not as bad as before though, and he was not on a bed of lumpy garbage bags anymore.
Well ain’t that a fucking bkessing. He was not sure how he made it home, but he had and that was good enough for him. Or it was until he realized he did not recognize the ceiling and the mattress was different. There was a subtle floral and woody scent lingering in the air, with a healthy dose of alcohol and stale blood. This isn’t the manor. He eyed the chipped and cracked paint on the ceiling, black dots of exposed screws from the building settling. Where the fuck am I?! He tried to sit up a little too quickly and a sharp pulling pain had him falling back on the mattress.
“What the fuck?!” He hissed and looked down to see his shirt was gone and most of his injuries were tended to. The work was not the best, but it was impressive and certainly not amateurish. He then noticed the shiny red helmet next to him and his heart rammed itself up into his throat, a hand slapping against his face to feel the domino mask was still there. His head spun from the sudden drop of adrenaline. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a few deep breaths. Don't do anything stupid. I’m obviously not captured, but clearly someone took me somewhere and bandaged me up. Who would be insane enough to do that? He carefully sat up this time, bracing the side that had a large piece of gauze taped over what had to be stitches, until he was up right enough.
The room was furnished with cheap furniture, cluttered with weird knicknacks and small piles of books scattered around. At first glance it came off a bit cluttered, but there was a tidiness to it all, maximizing space without being a mess. The owner was doing their best to make ends meet with what they had, but not a single photo or item bearing their name was seen anywhere.
They either haven’t put ‘em up or they don’t ever plan on it. Most likely the latter, it’s too lived in for them to not have at this point. He frowned, carefully scooting himself to the opposite edge from his helmet. Silently and slowly, he stood up. The old floors let out a muffled creak of disapproval from under the carpeting, but he ignored the protests as he searched for more clues. They've got a good taste in music and books at least. He noted as he carefully searched for a possible album or letter that would give him a better idea of where he was when a loud thump came from behind.
Red Hood whipped around, ready to fight whomever it was, but there was no one. He knew he heard something fall though, and his helmet had not moved. So, he carefully made his way around to the other side of the bed with a hand on his holster, the strap open in case he needed to draw. Seconds ticked by like hours as pain and blood pumped throughout his body. The short distance felt like it grew longer with every step until he finally crested the corner. Pulling out his firearm, he aimed at the body on the floor, finger ready on the trigger, but the bullet was never shot. Instead, his jaw grew slack as his mind raced for a whole different reason. There, lying on the floor, covered in blood and dirt was the last person he expected to see.
Y/N, what the actual fuck is going on?! He took a step back, knocking into the dresser which sent things rattling and rolling. He quickly and sloppily stopped the domino effect and peered over his shoulder to see she was still asleep. Heaving a sigh of relief, he locked his gun and ran a hand through his hair, trying to piece together the missing memories. I fell in a dumpster and someone helped me out. But how did I end up here? He frowned, unable to recall who had helped him. Fuck it, I can figure that out later. I'm guessing she patched me up. He curiously eyed the medical supplies in her room. They were good quality, which was a surprise since that tended to be more expensive and this was no typical home medical kit. “I guess I owe you one, again. I really should open up a tab with you.” He chuckled, carefully lifting her up and tucking her into bed.
She curled up on one side and muttered something about cold foam not being a wise choice for a hot drink. He snorted and slipped his helmet back on. He made his way to the window, but paused and looked back at her peaceful form.
Ahhhhhh!! Long awaited and it was perfect!!! She was so close to the truth dangit but at least he's okay and he really really needs to open a tab with her cause holy crap!!
