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Hey, I wrote this!

Peach Whiskey, Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a saloon owner. On what should be a typical shift, a group of cowboys wander in. The leader of said group is Elvis Presley, a man with a reputation for his quick temper and even quicker trigger finger. Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: I was deeply inspired by A Whole Man is Hard to Find, an absolutely gorgeous peace by my now favorite author, @aconflagrationofmyown​. That being said, my knowlegde of the time period is nowhere near as good as Marina’s in that fic. I will be doing more and more research as this fic goes on, but for now I am relying on memory, movies, and Red Dead Redemption (hey, I love cowboys, ok?). This takes place in like the early 1800′s in a little made up town, but I picture it being like Rhodes from RDR2, so we’ll just say it’s in Georgia (my apologies to any from Georgia because I feel like I’m gonna butcher my knowledge of the state). Also I couldn’t find like an actual word for the leader of a cowboy posse? The only one I saw was sheriff so we will roll with it. I haven’t written a series in a LONG time, so bear with me please.

Warnings: Period typical violence, swearing, guns, death threats (not directed toward Y/N), unwanted and uncomfortable flirting, sexual references (nothing explicitly NSFW), use of the word “daddy” (in reference to an actual father, this is the old south y’all), cowboys, mentions of robbery & murder, jeez this isn’t looking good for just the first chapter, mentions of prostitution, family issues, mentions of kidnapping, not proofread lol

Your daddy had shook his head when you asked to work a couple of hours at The Silver Spur. It had been nearly a fortnight since the incident that made him remove you in the first place. Piggish men deep in their glass just couldn’t keep their tongue still, you had learned. Luckily your daddy had stepped in and escorted the man out, effectively suspending you in the process.

Yet here you stood, leaning against the wooden bar, diligently cleaning a glass with a well-worn cloth. It was a slow night–the occasional customer wandering in and sitting down to get piss fucking drunk–but you didn’t mind. Any citizen of  Lynnburn or wandering stranger could plant their soul in the saloon.

Lynnburn wasn’t a big town, housing no more than five-thousand and seven hundred residents. To any stranger it would have seemed nothing more than a dusty place with poor folks. That was the facade the town was lucky to have, keeping lush farmland hidden within the woods nearby. Corn was what kept the people fed and paid along with the yearly cattle sale. Horse shows had begun to turn a profit in the confines of the town’s stables, but it had only just started to gain the attention of outsiders. It both excited and worried Lynnburn natives. The Silver Spur drew in wanderers from all over the wooded state of Georgia. Your father’s well-known peach whiskey attracted all sorts of folks–most of which being shady business men looking to snatch farming land, or men passing through on their way to the big city.

One of those shady business men was sat at the end of the bar, nursing a drink in his sweaty palms, his eyes baring directly at your body. You paid him no mind as you continued your work. The consistent hum of patrons suddenly hushed, a rhythmic k'duh sound slicing through. Your eyes shifted as the glass was quickly abandoned beneath the counter of the bar. Plastering on a smile, your voice came out soaked in honey. “Hello, what can I get ya?” Finally the men came into view, and by god, the middle man was so pretty.

He had what could only be described as the face of a young adonis. A fine beau with soft, tanned skin covering a toned but equally soft body. The raven black hair pulled the focus to his eyes, bluer than the sky on an autumn day. But you recognized his face for another reason, one that made your hands tremble a bit.

The man and his companions filled the remaining seats at the bar. He pulled the hat off of his head and rested it on the counter. “Hi, honey. We’ll all just be havin’ whiskey, on me.” You gave a nod in response and started pouring the spirit. A few drops slid down the side of the glass, a soft apology leaving your lips.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Presley.” You sat the glass in front of him. Elvis Presley was sitting in your father’s saloon. The same man who had a hand in removing a whole gang from Lynnburn and stolen their loots, blood staining his hands and perhaps his soul, was now asking you for a drink. The cowboy let out a soft chuckle, his calloused hands wrapping around your own.

“You’re alright, darlin’. Ain’t none of us degenerates gon’ hurt you.” Elvis cooed. The skin on your face felt so hot, whether it was out of fear, embarrassment, or flattery, you weren’t sure. His friends gave agreeing nods or laughs of their own, the other patrons in the saloon melting back into their own conversations. “In fact, as long as we’re drinkin’ here, your safety is our priority.” He smiled at you–a big, toothy grin–and you could feel your stomach twist.

It wasn’t long before you had given out the rest of the drinks to his buddies–who you had learned were named Jerry, Sonny, Robert (who they called Red), and Scotty. They had been gentlemanly to you as soon as Elvis gave the word. For a moment, you were sure that the night would go on and end normally.

But that business man could only hold his tongue for so long. He was near red in the face when you approached to take his empty glass. “Sweet thing, how much would a man need to offer to get a night with you?” He rasped. You had to stop yourself from boiling over, instead choosing to stiffen and move away.

“I never.” You practically hissed. Before the man could part his lips to retort, another voice cut through.

“That’s enough. Leave the lady alone.” Elvis sneered. He was standing now, moved closer to the business man with his hands curled down by his sides. The gaggle of men he’d arrived with also focused on the situation with fierce snarls. “Why don’t you just pay your tab n’ go on home, huh?” The distinct click of a revolver hammer followed. A ghostly hue washed over the now disgruntled patron as he dug in his pockets, producing some silver coins and hastily setting them on the counter before rising and hurriedly shuffling out of your father’s business.

Your eyebrows remained raised in surprise. “Thank you, Mr. Presley, but you didn’t have to do that. Usually they take the hint after the first couple times.” You snatched the glass left by the offending male, cleaning it and shoving it below the counter. It was a lie. They didn’t stop, only kept perusing until they lost interest and paid a prostitute, or your father made an appearance and forced them to leave. You were silently thankful that a man with a violent reputation had chosen to have mercy on you that night. Though, you had never heard such things about the Presley gang–who you had heard called the Mephis Mafia by town-goers, on according that the men involved had moved from Memphis, in whispers at the general store or in the corner of the saloon–ever doing anything like that to a woman. But just because nobody thought a person could do something didn’t mean that they wouldn’t. It was a hard truth your mother had sowed in your brain. Love few, and trust even less.

Elvis nodded his head slightly, scooting the coins down to you and moving back to his seat. “I only regret that men speak to you that way. ‘Specially pigs like that, though that’s a dishonor to the swine.” Scotty laughed, swallowing down the last of his drink. “But like I said, nobody’s gon’ talk to ya like that when we’re here. Swear it.” The man looked back to his friends and received grumbled agreeances. “And please, call me Elvis. Mr. Presley is my daddy.” That boyish smile made a reappearance, as if he hadn’t just threatened to paint the walls with the blood of another human being. It was sickening in a way–but, it had been in your favor. Elvis looked to the swinging doors, shaking his head softly and stretching. “Well honey, we best be goin’. Never did get yer name though.” It wasn’t a question. Not a ‘could I know your name’? It was almost a demand, but delivered much more gently. “It’s Y/N McCane, sir.” You returned his smile. You swiftly collected the empty glasses together. “Though I suspect you may know my brother, Teddy. He’s always runnin’ around town helpin’ folks with something.” Knowingly, Elvis leaned in.

“I do, actually. Good kid. Tried to recruit him a couple ‘a times, but he said your daddy wouldn’t want our blood money.” The blood running through you froze. The cowboy had been such a gentlemen before, but you couldn’t help the suspicion rising in you that it may have been a threat. “Relax, honey. Told ya. We ain’t that bad. Tell ya what,” Elvis leaned back to look at Jerry and cocked an eyebrow, the other man shrugging, “why don’t you come out to our ranch tomorrow? You can see what we’re really about.“ Shit. There’s no way your family would let you go out there. But, what harm could it do? “It will have to be after church, Mr. Pre- Elvis. Just…just meet me there.” You breathed quietly. The man across from you took your hand again, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Great. We’ll see you then. Come on boys, we got chores to wrap up!” Elvis reached into his pocket, pulling out what you quickly noticed was far too much money and setting it down. He left you no time to object before he ushered his posse out. Your elbows lifted to rest on the counter, your head landing in your hands with a sigh.

Once you’d closed The Silver Spur for the night, you hobbled up the stairs to your family’s abode, your stomach rumbling as you caught the smell of your momma’s cooking. You made no attempt to do anything but sit in the chair at the dining table. As you sat and locked hands with your family, your mother said grace and that was that. Not a word was spoken between mouthfuls. That was, until your father spoke. “How was work, Y/N?” It had startled you, nearly making you choke on the roasted chicken in your mouth.

“Mm, it was fine.” You replied as you wiped your face. The fork in your hand jabbed at the food on the plate. Your mind was at war with your mouth and it was unsure which would win. “Oh, uhm, Elvis Presley stopped in. Wanted me to visit his ranch.” The words spilled out of you so fast you’d barely avoided cutting yourself off with another mouthful of food.

Your father, however, became downright stiff. His utensils were abandoned on the table. “You let Elvis Presley convince you to visit his home? Good god…” Fingers grasped at the bridge of his nose. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t fucking kidnap you now that he knows where to find you. What were you thinking?” He chastised. You dared not look at him, instead meeting the eyes of Teddy. His expression was sympathetic. He knew they weren’t completely awful, but his lips remained tight.

“Daddy, he ain’t that bad. Defended my damn honor and paid me more than enough for his buddies’ drinks.” You retorted, finishing your food. Long ago had you tired of his over-protectiveness. “I am grown. I can go where I please, when I please. I appreciate you wanting to keep me safe, but just this once, please trust me.” It was pleading. Even a man as stoic as your father couldn’t resist giving in.

He let out a deep breath. “Fine. But please, take your gun? And at the first sign of anything going down, get the fuck outta there. Hear me?” You nodded excitedly. That was your cue to retire for the night, saying your goodnights to the family before heading to the room you and your brother shared. Laying in bed, you could not still your thoughts. Maybe you would ride along side the gang, hooves thundering beneath you, free as the hawks that soared the farmland looking for mice. Or maybe your father would be right, maybe you’d end up in a room in the middle of nowhere, praying for the same mercy shown to you tonight. All you could do was wait, hope, and make sure your gun was tucked into the garter on your thigh.

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Besties I’m possibly about to start writing again for multiple fandoms, so if you see this post pleaseeee don’t hesitate to request <3

The tags are full of fandoms I’ll write for but if you don’t see yours, still feel free to ask me about it!!

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Hi. Uhm, I think I’m gonna stop taking requests for a while. There have been some unfortunate events that have unfolded in the past few days that I personally will not disclose. If I write, it will all be my ideas. That being said, I will resume requests in no more than a month.

Thank you.

-Hallie

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No because the way Zemo/Daniel Brühl has taken over my thoughts

Everyday I wake up and I-

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can’t wait to see john walker captain america’s cosplay in the next episode 😍

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Okay hear me out, I could change him

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Hi, I wanted to ask you if you're planning on doing some kind of taglist :D

I absolutely can! I’ve not had enough people ask for one so I’ve never thought to make it. If you’d like I can make a form for people to fill out to be added!

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Spar

A/N: I’m trying to branch out to more Marvel characters :) let me know if I should start adding a fic summary

Summary: Reader fights Thor on Saakar.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Avenger!Reader

Pronouns Used: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Recommended Song: Tia Tamera by Doja Cat ft. Rico Nasty

Word Count: 1,578

Warnings: fighting, one mention of blood, reader has super strength and partial magical abilities, mention of alcohol, swearing, it’s kinda sad in places

   The day you had been brought to Sakaar had been possibly the worst day of your life. And that was truly saying something. Being in a relationship with a god-- never mind the fact that he was also an Avenger-- was a trick in itself. Trying to have a good relationship with his adopted brother? Well, that’s how you ended up in this mess. Get caught snooping around his room once and suddenly you’re on a different planet.

Your clothes were uncomfortably tight and the decorative paint on your face had you dying to itch it. Every week for the past two years you’d suffered this same treatment. Though, the fact that you had survived your rounds in the pit meant you were treated more well-off than others. A nice room, any alcoholic drink you could wish for (but because you were from Earth, more than a couple of sips would have you off your ass in moments). Even with all of your so-called luxuries, you felt empty. Why had no one come to rescue you? Did the Avengers even notice you were gone?

The door opening in front of you interrupted your thoughts. There was no time to think about anything else other than trying to survive. The roar of the crowd above you had your ears nearly ringing. “My champion!” You heard The Grandmaster announce. You burst out into the area, the crowd seemingly getting even louder. Before you had time to revel in the applause, one of the few advantages of your predicament, your eyes settled on your opponent. “Oh shit.”

“Yes!” The god of thunder boomed, excitement covering his face. Silence befell the crowd. Your features softened for a moment, happy to see your lover. You knew, however, you would not be able to express it. If you showed any fondness for each other it would surely compromise your life. “They’re my lover!” He threw his hand in the air, swinging his weapon up with it. “This is great, Y/N! I’ve been looking for you- Loki’s alive. Loki!” 

Your eyes snapped up to the god of mischief. You scowled. You could faintly see him gulp and mouth something. “Thor.” You turned back to him, leaning forward slightly. “If we don’t fight, they’ll kill us both.” 

“Nonsense, come with me and we’ll go-” Thor’s words were cut off by you grabbing him and flinging him away from you. His body slid through the dirt, a pained groan leaving him. The stands erupted with joy at the battle beginning. Thor jumped to his feet, brushing himself off. “Love, this is embarrassing! I told them we’re lovers!”

His words made you hesitate. You didn’t want to hurt Thor. But you couldn’t risk both of you dying. Someone would figure something out. Hopefully. You raised your hand and Thor’s weapon flew out of his grip, finding it’s home in your palm. The mace was in your hand for a fraction of a second before you flung it back at your partner.  Your eyes clamped shut, not wishing to see if it struck him. After a few seconds you opened them and watched as Thor caught the mace and swung it back in your direction. Quickly, you raised your hands in an attempt to catch it again, but the tip of the mace nicked your cheek. You dropped the weapon, your thumb sliding over the wound to collect the blood from it. 

Your feet carried your body with agility as you leapt through the air. Thor threw a swift punch to your abdomen, throwing your frame into the wall where it dented from the force you landed with. Fuck, that hurt. A collective gasp filled the arena. 

The sound of quick footprints coming closer caused you to groan and assume a pleading position with your hand outstretched in front of your face. “Y/N, sweetheart?” You lifted your head, watching as Thor crouched to your level and extended a hand to you. “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you anymore. No one will.” The god of thunder cooed. Timidly, you reached out to him. “There you go, c’mere darling.” He smiled and pulled you into a hug, practically purring.

You melted into the contact. You were home. Anywhere with Thor was home. But part of you couldn’t resist looking up to where The Grandmaster sat. A frown soured his expression, Loki bouncing his leg at the opposite end of the couch. “Shit.” You whispered, though your Asgardian boyfriend didn’t notice as he placed a tender kiss to your forehead. The crowd was growing restless. Reluctantly, you pulled out of his hold. You grabbed his biceps, mentally admiring the way the muscle rippled under your touch, and lifted him in the air--using both your strength and your magic to assist-- before slamming him into the ground again. 

Your fists found purchase on his face, tears filling your eyes and a scream tearing through your throat. To the crowd, it was a war cry. To you, a plea of mercy to whatever higher being was listening, and a shriek of forgiveness from Thor. The god laid there, your punches landing blow after blow on his cheeks. Within moments, his body and eyes flowed with electricity, and he returned your action, the lightning launching your body into the air and backwards, where your head made contact with the loose dirt. 

Both astonishment and horror ebbed through you at the sight of Thor, covered in lightning, walking in your direction with purpose. You thought to do the same move you’d tried previously and leap at him. Only this time, he copied your movement and delivered an uppercut to your jaw. The sonic boom that erupted from Thor’s fist had your ears feel as if they were bleeding. Luckily, you’d managed to gather your bearings and land in a three-point stance. As Thor paced toward you, blue flashes decorating his muscles and dancing from his fingertips, he suddenly began to convulse and fell on his side. “Thor!” You cried, falling on your knees beside him. 

Your gaze shot to the large window again. The Grandmaster slid his finger back on a device and Thor stopped twitching. Of course. He couldn’t afford to lose. You stroked your lovers face. His hand covered yours. “My love, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He chuckled. “It was quite a fight you put up. I’m sure Tony would have liked to see.” 

“We’ll tell him when we get back to earth.” You muttered. As Thor went to speak again, he started shaking again, the veins on his face darkening. Mere seconds later, an electric jolt shot through you and your consciousness slipped away.

When you awoke, it was with panic. You recognized the room as the one you’d been forced to stay in for so long now. You groaned and attempted to roll over, being stopped by the weight of another person. Your breath hitched and you tried to move away, only for an arm to be wrapped around you and pulling you closer, a deep sigh escaping the person.

“My love.” Thor rasped out as you flipped over to face him. He playfully rubbed his beard against your jaw. His contentedness left as his hand gently grasped your face, his thumb moving over the scratch on your face. “Oh, Y/N. I wish this had never happened. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to find you.”

You turned your head and placed a kiss on his palm. “A few years is quite a long time.” You agreed.

“Years? You’ve only been gone for a week, dove.” He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Though according to Loki, time does move quite differently here.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, Loki. That fool is the reason I’m here in the first place.” You snuggled into Thor’s chest and he pulled his arms tighter around you like you would disappear. “I want to go home, Thor. I want to listen to Steve complain, and I want to watch TV with Wanda, and I want out of these stupid devices-” You barely noticed the sobs leaving you as you tugged on the technology implanted on your neck.

Thor took your face in his hands. “We will get out of here, sweetheart. I will be sure of it. And Loki will right his wrongs, I swear it.” He kissed you softly. You nodded, silently acknowledging his words. “I love you, Y/N L/N.” Another kiss. “The light of my life.” Another. 

You held back a laugh in favor of burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Stop, you big sap. I love you, Thor Odinson.” You suddenly pulled away with wide eyes. Thor only smiled in confusion. “Valkyrie! She and I get along quite well, she’ll help us. I know it!”

Footsteps from down the hall had Thor scrambling out of the bed, standing politely with his hands folded. You rushed to the door, where Valkyrie nodded in you greeting. “Y/N. It was quite shocking to learn that you are romantically engaged with our lord of thunder here.” She motioned with her hand.

“It’s god of thunder, actually-”

“We must get to training, Y/N. You two can kiss it up later.” She looped her arm through yours. You cast a look over your shoulder at Thor, who gave you an enthusiastic thumbs up. 

“So, Val, I must discuss a proposition with you...”

“Does it involve drink?”

“It can.”

“I’m listening.”

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Got a Thor fic in the works but then it’s straight on to Bucky :)

i’m looking for some new writers to follow! please like or reblog this post if you’re a marvel writer who writes for any of the characters in the tags :)

i don’t read smut but i am over 18, so as long you write a decent amount of not smut i’ll check out your masterlist/blog. i’m always looking for new mutuals as well, and i follow back from my main blog @fandomsandxfiles 💕

mutuals maybe sb? 🥺

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here's another request! if it's okay with you 💙 can i request an enemies to lovers story with vision and the reader?

wherein the reader may sort of be a 'villain' or something while vision is an avenger. so it's basically like a hero dating a villain. you may use these prompts that i found for this request and for future fics! i hope this isn't too much to ask of you but i really love your writing style 🦋

- ''i just wish you'd be more careful.''

- "you can't keep doing this, not around me.''

- ''just stay with me, please. i need you.''

- ''look, i know that we rarely agree on things, and i know that you're not happy about how i choose to do things, but you're here, and i love you for it.''

- "i'm like, not gonna kiss you right now.'' ''is that my punishment? you're terrible at this.'' ''it is a punishment.''

- ''i know that somewhere, deep down in that heinous heart of yours, there's a part of you that still loves me.''

Take your time, lovie! ✨

Posted! I’ve never written Enemies to Lovers so I hope it’s a good read!

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Inclination

A/N: Okay so I’ve never written Enemies to Lovers so let’s see, shall we? Some prompts were provided and they’re in bold when they’re used. I’m hoping this one will be longer.

@aestheticallyholland​: requested: here's another request! if it's okay with you 💙 can i request an enemies to lovers story with vision and the reader? wherein the reader may sort of be a 'villain' or something while vision is an avenger. so it's basically like a hero dating a villain. you may use these prompts that i found for this request and for future fics! i hope this isn't too much to ask of you but i really love your writing style 🦋

Pairing: Vision x Villain!Reader

Pronouns Used: Feminine (she/her)

Recommended Song: Afraid by The Neighbourhood 

Word Count: 891

Warnings: mentions of crime, mentions of death, magic, blood/wounds, swearing

     “Enough, Y/N. You’re not going to win.” Vision said matter-of-factly. A ball of energy shot past him, a groan of pain following. “We could stop this. Just stand down.” 

You mustered a laugh, your body wracked by jolts of agony. You knelt--not by choice or some sign of submission, rather, your body couldn’t take much more--with a hand pressed tightly against the wound on your stomach. “I can’t do that. I-ah!” Your hand flew to your shoulder but quickly retreated when it was pricked by the metal tip of an arrow. “Shit!” Silently, you begged anyone that could hear that adrenaline would course through your veins so you could slip away for even a moment.

No one humored that idea. Instead, you lost the strength to hold your body up. The ground was cold. It should have been insignificant, you thought, but you couldn’t help your next words. “Oh, to die in a rubbled building at the hands of Clint Barton and The Vision-” A cough interrupted you, “Fitting, isn’t it?” 

Blind spots pierced holes in your sight. Everything was just so warm, you couldn’t not close your eyes. You were pulled into someone’s arms gently, the sound of Clint’s voice getting closer. Internally, panic spiked through you. That was until you felt a cold hand touch your cheek. “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. Just stay with me, please. I need you.” 

Your body fought to stay alive. You weren’t sure how many times you’d slipped in and out of consciousnesses; all you could focus on were the snippets of conversation floating to your ears.

“...not taking her back to...”

“...want her blood on your hands?”

“She’s a criminal, Vis...”

“...turn your back....”

“She’s your responsibility...”

“Hold on, Y/N.” 

Your heart palpitated as you jolted awake. At first you were sure the reason you saw red was because you had woken up in...well, god-knows-where. You blinked a few times, the red slowly forming into a face. “Oh fuck.” You mumbled, crawling as far back as you could until your back hit the arm of the couch. 

Vision sat unnaturally straight. It was jarring in a way. The curve of his back, the way his sweater clung to his chest- what? No! “I’m glad you’re alright.” His hand timidly reached out, his fingers grazing your ankle before you ripped it away. “I just wish you’d be more careful. You would have died Y/N, and you’re lucky I convinced Banner to help you-”

“This doesn’t change anything. You’re still you and I’m still,” you swallowed thickly as you paused.. It shouldn’t have been so hard to resist. He did save me, you reminded yourself mentally, this could be my chance. My way out. “I’m still me.”

Vision looked down at the space between you like he needed your permission to be closer. You nodded. “If I may, there is nothing wrong with you.” He took your hand, sitting so close to you that you could almost reach up and-

“Vision, I’ve killed people. I-I’m not a hero.” 

“You don’t have to be a hero right now. But you can't keep doing this, not around me. And you can’t keep denying how we both feel. Call yourself a hero, or a villain, but I know that somewhere, deep down in that heinous heart of yours, there's a part of you that still loves me.”

You didn’t notice that your face was so close to his. My way out. “Vis, hey...” You let go of his hand to cup his face. His eyes were filled with desperation, and you could feel yours threaten to spill tears. “Look, I know that we rarely agree on things, and I know that you're not happy about how I choose to do things, but you're here, and I love you for it. We’ll figure this out, I promise.'' 

Vision nodded. You could feel a smirk cross your lips as you wiped your eyes. “What?”

“Heinous heart? How cruel of you.” The synthezoid shook his head playfully. He leaned in, attempting unsuccessfully to catch your lips in a kiss. You turned away. "I'm like, not gonna kiss you right now.''

He gasped dramatically. “Is that my punishment? You're terrible at this.”

''It is a punishment.'' You kissed the tip of his nose. “Oh hey.”

“Hmm?” Vision hummed.

“This doesn’t mean I like any of the Avengers. And they sure as hell aren’t gonna trust me.”

“If they can learn to like Loki-” You let out a high pitched ummm, “Well, you know what I’m getting at.”

The two of you shared a laugh. Just as you were about to award him with a kiss, the sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump. A burst of your magic launched in that direction, fizzling out as it hit the wall. Your hands flew to your face and Clint cocked an eyebrow at you and Vision.

“Sooo. What’ll you offer me to not tell Tony or Steve?” He chuckled.

Your eyes flickered between your lover and the archer. The latter crossed his arms. 

“I’m joking, by the way. If you guys would be so inclined, just kiss next time instead of this sappy shit.” Clint turned and headed down the hall. 

Vision rolled his eyes. You smiled when his lips grazed over yours. “I suppose I can oblige this inclination.”

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Free

A/N: I’m so glad we all acknowledge our love for Vision now. Also I know this is already scene from the movies but I didn’t follow it. Sorry this is kinda short.

@aestheticallyholland requested: hello! may i request a vision x avenger!reader fic wherein the reader and vision are already in a relationship and plans to run away together from doing hero things and the reader sees vision in his human form for the first time? i hope this make sense 🥺🦋

Pairing: Vision x Avenger!Reader

Recommended Song: I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

Pronouns used: None

Word Count: 591 with the bonus, 466 without

Warnings: i can’t tell if it’s angst or fluff tbh, swearing, maybe slight WandaVision spoilers? Unless you’ve seen it you really wouldn’t know so idk

   The rain had never so mocking. You wanted to go, to rid yourself of the responsibilities that plagued you for so long now. Vision had proposed the idea not a week ago and it had become an obsession since then. You just couldn’t handle it anymore--you wanted to live a normal, happy life. Any powers or abilities be damned. 

Yet you sat with your head pressed against the window, watching the rain drops taunt you. You’re here, they hissed. Your eyes peered out into the night. You felt so hopeless. Maybe a normal life was farther away than you thought.

You turned your head at the sound of footsteps. A man you didn’t particularly recognize began walking in your direction, your hands raising in a defensive stance. “Darling?” Oh. Oh. 

“Vision?” A soft smile crossed his face as he sat next to you. “You look so beautiful, but how-”

“It’s a disguise, love. It’ll let me go out unnoticed when we leave. I’ve been careful to not let anyone else see.” Vision grabbed your hand in his.

You ran your thumb over the back of his hand. You spared another glance out the window before sighing. “We can’t go now, Vis. It’s raining too hard.” A laugh startled you. You almost broke out in a smile at his cheeriness, his infectious laugh forcing a huff out of your chest. “What’s so funny, Mr. fancy toaster man?”

His mouth hung open, a hand retreating to his chest in fake offense. “First of all, ouch. I thought you loved me.” Vision couldn’t hide his smirk at your quiet you know I do, dummy. “Secondly, you’re going to let some mere precipitation stop us? Not even Thor could stop us if he tried. Well- “Ok, that was an exaggeration.”

You yelped as your lover pulled you to your feet. Timidly, you pressed your lips to his. It was more than a kiss-- it was a promise. Vision was here, and he would make sure you could be free. With your hand still in his, you began rushing toward the nearest exit. 

“I- woah, slow down sweetheart, I purchased a house in New Jersey for us to grow old in. No more hero stuff.” He watched as you gave a shiver when the cold air hit your skin. “Mm, we forgot an umbrella. No matter.” He scooped you up in a bridal carry, running as fast as he could--which was really, really fucking fast-- to your car. 

Your legs were nearly jelly when you sat in the driver’s seat. A shaky breath left your lungs as the car roared to life. “This is real.” You mumbled, looking over at Vision. “We’re really going. We’re free?” He placed a comforting hand on your knee, his thumb tracing circles.

“We’re free, Y/N.”

Bonus:

You nestled into the worn couch. Sure, the fabric was starting to peel on the ends and there was a small hole torn in the back, but it was yours. Vision gazed at you lovingly, both of your hands clasped in his. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He couldn’t help but kiss you. “Our life is going to be perfect, I promise.”

“I love you too, you wonderful calculator.”

“Again, really?” You playfully swatted his chest. You turned your attention to the movie on the television in front of you, watching as a family played in the park, their fluffy pet running circles around them. A brilliant idea struck you.

“Vis, we should get a dog.”

“OH GOD YES. LET’S GO, RIGHT NOW! COME ONNNNN!”

[imarvelatthesight]

hello! may i request a vision x avenger!reader fic wherein the reader and vision are already in a relationship and plans to run away together from doing hero things and the reader sees vision in his human form for the first time? i hope this make sense 🥺🦋

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting :) just wanted to say that I already started writing this. I had some of it done last night but my tumblr messed up and deleted the draft. I’m hoping to have it done today!

[imarvelatthesight]

questions

hey guys! thank you for all the love on my last fic. i have a couple of questions.

1.) would you guys like to see another vision fic or a loki fic?

2.) would you guys like it if i made an instagram page where you could vote on stuff?

please let me know! :)

[imarvelatthesight]

AROUND OUR HEADS HAS MY STOMACH GOIN 🦋🦋 THANK U FOR WRITING IT

Aww thank you :) I just wanted to put some more Vision content out in the world, because he deserves it 🥺