#bruce flirting : spending time with you is nice :)

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown! Neglected! Meta! Reader x Yandere! Batfam

Part Three

Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Four ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven

A/N: I’m realizing I’m struggling to find a good breaking point for reader, cause I want reader to break. I’m terrible at coming up with conflict though. (I’m not much of a writer, but I’m trying.)

A/N: There will be Romantic Yanderes. But, we’ll get to that later when we talk about each yandere. (Most will be platonic or start platonically at least.)

A/N: Hopefully y’all are noticing that Reader is in this constant state of just trying to cope. (If I wrote it correctly, that is.)

Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior

So, Reader’s childhood crush shows up looking fine and kind

Alfred informs the others of the unexpected guest.

Bruce isn’t home, Damian is out with Jon. Stephanie and Cass are busy in Gotham, Duke’s out on Patrol, Dick’s in Bludhaven, Jason meeting this guy is a bad idea, and Barbara’s at work.

Tim, being the only one home on a rare break (in reality working cases in the Batcave) is practically ordered to scope this guy out.

Which annoys Tim, because Reader is just fawning over their old crush and the truck.

The truck is surprising, not something he expected Reader to want. But, reader is practically crying over it.

Tim would have just brushed it off, but he notices how this guy keeps touching reader.

Practically clings to Reader. Even sniffing unaware teary eyed reader. (Teary eyed reader is…. Cute.)

Tim makes eye contact with this guy, and he looks… smug. Like he won the grand prize.

And, it pisses Tim off. (Why is he so smug? What does he know that I don’t?)

Childhood crush isn’t staying long, he’s going to catch a flight back to the smalltown.

Reader happily offers to drive him to the airport and Tim just hops in the backseat of the truck. (Why? Oh, I just want to get out of the manor for a bit. Hope you don’t mind.)

Childhood crush is peeved, but hides it from Reader. (Tim can tell. He’s a detective, it’s his job.)

The entire ride is Reader and Childhood crush reminiscing and catching up on smalltown gossip.

Tim is listening in on everything with intrest, realizing he knows practically NOTHING about reader. (Didn’t bother researching cause he was pissed and didn’t consider reader worth the effort when he had more important things to do.)

Now, he’s getting to see a side of Reader that no one in Gotham has really seen yet.

Reader is funny, approachable, a hint of a flirt, apparently sings, loves to spend time with people they care about, and a slight geek.

Tim is a bit entranced/intrigued. But, his biggest concern is Childhood crush.

Why is this guy so possessive of reader? What does he know that Tim doesn’t? Something’s amiss, and he’s going to figure it out.

(And, maybe he should get to know Reader some more. They’re trying to make him feel comfortable in the truck, including him in conversation, sharing happy memories and information with him, willingly. It’s nice. It’s soothing.)

Eventually, Childhood crush is dropped off at the airport. But, not after he tells reader, there will always be a place back home for them and to come home soon. We miss you. I miss you. Come Home.

The ride back to the manor is done in comfortable silence. Or, at least, to Reader.

For Tim, he has a lot to think about.

What does he know about Reader? What more is there to Reader? He wants to know more. He wants to know everything.

He asks questions on the way back, occasionally breaking the silence.

Reader happily answers, expecting this will change things between them.

It does for Tim, but not as much for Reader.

Tim jumps into discovering everything he can as soon as he gets back to the BatComputer, but he’s not ignoring reader anymore. He’s almost friendly. (He’s still busy as mess. Not much time to hangout.)

Which makes reader feel better, because Duke and Cassandra disappear for about two weeks after that. (Mission.)

Reader worries and wonders where they are.

Bruce says the two are taking a ‘small vacation’.

(Reader knows he’s probably lying, but in the off chance he isn’t, Reader feels a bit put out.)

Reader is really leaning on those phone calls to their friends and family. They spend hours talking on the phone while pacing the halls, their room, and the garden.

Everyone back in the town wants them home. They miss Reader soooo much. They just understand reader more than these rich city people.

They can’t wait for reader to come home visit.

Damian and Reader eventually have a confrontation.

Damian finds Reader cooking in the kitchen.

(Alfred lets Reader cook, and Reader helps occasionally with dinner and meals.)

Reader offers food to Damian, a peace offering.

Damian, obviously, rejects it.

Doesn’t matter that he’s vegetarian or if he’s not hungry, he was going to reject it regardless.

And then he verbally tears into reader.

Insulting everything about them, the food, their actions, their attitude, their clothing.

Nothing is off limits. (Damian’s had a bad day and is pent up. He wants an outlet and Reader is right there and the object of most of his doubts.)

Reader shuts down. Going cold and looking startlingly blank. (Eerily reminding Damian of Batman Bruce.)

After this all attempts for Reader to bond with Damian stop.

(Sometimes you just gotta cut your losses.)

It doesn’t help that Damian one day hears Reader on the phone when they’re pacing the halls.

Talking sweetly and softly to someone in such a loving voice. Before hanging up with an ‘I love you.’

Damian initially begins to try to interrogate reader. (Who was that? Are you having relations with someone? Does Bruce know?)

Only for reader to bluntly state that they were talking to their younger brother and it’s none of Damian’s business before brushing past him.

Damian would grab at them, but he’s a bit stunned.

He knew Reader had another brother. Bruce was going to try to bring him to the manor. (Still is trying to bring him to the manor.)

But, now doubts start to creep in.

Because he wants that. That unconditional love Reader so willingly gives to their brother.

He wants that love. He wants someone to say ‘I love you’ to him like it’s as easy as breathing.

Damian brushes it off at the moment, but it sits with him. (He’ll fix things eventually. He’ll apologize. He’ll have that one day. He will.)

[secretidentie]

In his years of overseas training, Bruce started talking to an online penpal by the name of Kansascowboy32. They still talk for hours, sharing anicdotes and giving advice to this day. Although they've never met (because Bruce knows his identity as batman would be too at risk), Bruce considers this man one of his closest confidants and possibly the love of his life.

Of course he can never reveal this because he doesn't want to make the other man uncomfortable or get ghosted. So after an argument with Superman that makes him feel inadequate, he decides to pursue a more attainable mild mannered reporter, who would never reject Bruce Wayne, to get over his unrequited love.

The reporter in question, Clark kent, is forced to stay in Gotham for a month or two as he is researching a story focused on the criminals in the city's underground. It's during this investigation that he meet a rough around the edges rogue by the name of Matches Malone. After matches helps him not get caught snooping in a warehouse, Clark is so far gone that not even Bruce Wayne's flirting can't sway him.

Now Clark is aware how cleché he is by falling for the classic "criminal bad boy" but really Matches is a victim of circumstance with a heart of gold, and he's really nice when you get to know him and Clark can fix him really he can if they just spend more time together. Besides this is the first person he's had feelings for since his painfully unnoticed crush on batman (who definitely hates him) so after talking to his mysterious online best friend he decides it's time to move on.

While he's set on persuing Matches, Bruce Wayne's efforts to win him over don't go unnoticed. At the same time he's still hurts to let go of his feelings for batman. It's a good thing he has a best friend to talk him through it.

[chosengods]

Let's Get Out Of Here

━━━ © chosengods

characters / bruce wayne, tim drake, damian wayne, jason todd, and dick grayson.

content warnings / gn!reader, sexual innuendos, light flirting, some of the boys (tim mostly) being flustered

authors note / ok first real post on this acc everyone cheer pls

BRUCE WAYNE

you probably say this at some fancy party that bruce was invited too

given that he is... ya know... bruce wayne

he's all dressed up in a normal black suit (you always joke that black is his favorite color, yet he never laughs)

he looks SOOOO good

and this party isn't even that fun

so you being you, you whisper in his ear

"let's get out of here"

bruce immediately knows your tone of voice and is READY

like he bids his farewells and immediately you and him are in a limo on the way home

DAMIAN WAYNE

you probably said this to him at some party you both snuck into

(no one said anything ab you guys being there, given that he IS bruce waynes son)

the music is really loud, and you just want to leave (wink)

"DAMIAN! LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!"

damian would be confused at first

but then he sees your stupid smirk

he loves to joke around with you

"get out of where?" with a smile

eyeing you up and down

you both eventually leave

TIM DRAKE

you and tim are hanging out with your friends

probably at mcdonalds or something

its getting late, and you want to spend some time with your boyfriend

"hey, let's get out of here"

of course, you didn't mean it like that

but thats all tim could think of

his face goes beet red

he nods quitely

but on the inside his brain is doing backflips

DICK GRAYSON

you would never admit it, but you've been a tease all night

another gala that dick got invited to

you being his arm candy

he cant keep his eyes off of you in that outfit of yours

you decide to take pity on the boy

you fiddle with his tie

"wanna get out of here?"

he practically jumps out of his chair

buddy is ready to GO

JASON TODD

it's date night

nothing too fancy, but god does jason look good

sitting in the booth of the restaurant

you place your hand over his

"hey, lets get out of here"

jason ushers the waitress over, paying the bill and giving her a nice tip

in the car he's just kissing you

[meidui]

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Dirty Boss by silentinhill

Mr. Stark couldn't help himself.

Everybody Wonders (What It Would Be Like to Love You) by @soldiersshield

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

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Steve doesn't get jealous. He doesn't. Honestly.

It's just...well- Tony's been spending an awful lot of time with a new employee. Who's smarter than him. And funnier. And more interesting and generally a better match for Tony than he ever would be.

But he's not jealous. Honestly.

Poster Child Redux: Steve's POV by @sabrecmc

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Steve likes Tony. A LOT.

These two boys need to stop thinking about it and get together.

Stop Flirting With My Tony by jinxedtiger

Steve accepts the fact that his boyfriend of a few months is famous, popular, etc. They announced their relationship forever ago but noooooo. Everyone still flirts with the billionaire.

Steve's patience is running thin and Tony's trying so hard not to laugh at the poor guy. (he'll have to resort to other methods to remind the soldier just how much he loves him)

[late-to-the-party-81]

Cuddles are the cure

Ask: Omg omg omg Jen please please can I have some Bruce/Hulk and Reader. I'm in desperate need of some super fluff, like imagine Hulk just picking you up and snuggling you all warm when you're I'm you're sad 🥺🥺🥺

AN: Super fluff, you say, Elsie? In fact it’s so fluffy I had to throw in reader comforting Hulk too - mutual comforting. Set in the world of You, Me and the Other Guy and slots in as part two of the series.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Moodboard by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master list | Series Master list

Relationship: Bruce/Hulk x Reader

WC: 1.5k

CW: Fluff. Lots of cuddles. Soft kisses. Implied Tony being a dickhead. Working in customer retail sucks.

In every way that mattered, your life had improved immeasurably since you and Bruce had started dating. You already had a friendship, a connection, and you couldn’t believe how easy the two of you just fit. 

It was still early days though - you had your shifts, and when Bruce, or rather the Hulk, wasn’t off saving the world with the other Avengers, he had his research and other interests.You didn’t want to live in each others pockets, but still made the effort to see each other at least three times a week, and spoke on the phone all the other days.

You’d introduced him to your small circle of friends, and none of them realised who he actually was, aside from being a sweet nerd who’d swept you off your feet. It was the one advantage of having two personas, you supposed - it meant that he could maintain privacy when out and about.

In return, Bruce had invited you to come and meet the other Avengers. He’d done that charming thing of coming over all shy, asking you while cleaning his glasses with his shirt, so that he wouldn’t have to look at you and risk rejection.

“I mean, you only have to come if you want to. I don’t want you to be disappointed or overwhelmed, because they can be a handful. Tony will tease me… and flirt with you, Steve’s actually got a filthy potty mouth, Nat can be pretty intimidating, Thor, when he’s here, is loud and Clint… well… he’s got a specific sense of humour.”

You’d reached out and placed your hand on his arm, and he’d put his glasses back on and looked at you, expression unreadable.

“I’d love to meet them, and not because they’re the Avengers, but because they’re your friends and colleagues.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

You’d shifted closer, cupping his face with your hand and brushing your nose against his.

“Certain.”

They’d been everything Bruce had described and more, but you’d won them over, and now had your own Avengers Tower access clearance. Sometimes you and Bruce met up there, especially if he was working late, or had been on a mission. It was also the best space for you to hang out with Hulk. The green giant was actually a massive cuddle bug, and enjoyed lounging in his/Bruce’s room, watching Disney movies with you while eating insane amounts of popcorn and candy. 

At first, Bruce had been reticent about letting you spend time with his other persona, but you’d convinced him that you would be fine. You knew almost from the first moment that you’d met him that you and Hulk would be friends, because he and Bruce were two sides of the same coin - he would never hurt you.

Now, so far in your relationship, it had all been sunshine and roses - well, apart from that night, but considering what it had led to, you couldn’t be too upset - you and Bruce having cute dates, sweet kisses and lots of laughter.  As you got off the subway you hoped that he’d be able to manage something different, and you didn’t mean intimacy. Well, that would be nice, but also, you were content to wait until it felt right for both of you. What you did need today was comfort, because it had been A Day TM (a really shitty day) because even the best relationship could improve what it was like to work in a retail job.

It wasn’t as though you weren’t used to asshole customers - you had to usually deal with one or two every day, but today! It was like they’d all held a meeting and decided to show up at the same time and be meaner and more horrible than normal - asking for complex drinks that made no sense, then telling you that you’d done it wrong, when you’d actually triple checked with them before starting.

Walking up to the front entrance of the tower you fanned your face, trying to disperse the tears that threatened to fall from just thinking about it. You wouldn’t let them bring you down!

Striding into the building, you flashed your access card to the security guard before swiping it at the executive elevator. You were glad that you’d be able to travel straight to Bruce’s floor. He wasn’t expecting you at this time, but one of your colleagues had owed you, so you’d ended your shift a couple of hours early and made your way straight here. Hopefully you’d be able to hang out in his room while he finished up his work for the day. Or maybe you could keep him company in the lab if you signed some kind of NDA.  

You could feel yourself spiralling and you swallowed back a small cry, turning it into a hiccup as the elevator came to a halt and you virtually stumbled out into Bruce’s living room…

… to be met with the sight of Hulk, sitting on the floor, worry beads around his neck, watching Lilo and Stitch.

His face broke into a broad smile when he saw you, and he clambered to his feet as quickly as he could.

“Pretty Girl!” He turned and looked at the clock and then back at you. “Pretty Girl early!”

You bit your lip and nodded. Despite your mood, a small smile played at the edges of your mouth.

“Uh-huh. I just needed to see you… or Bruce.”

Hulk looked at you for a moment, and blinked. “Pretty Girl okay that Hulk here, not Bruce?”

You nodded, his earnestness and innocence threatening to destroy the last of your control. You took a step towards him, followed by a second and then you were throwing yourself into his arms, pressing your face against his chest and letting the tears of frustration flow.

Slowly, Hulk wrapped his arms around you, and you noticed he was a little unsure.

“Pretty Girl sad. Did bad man come back and try hurt you?”

You lifted your head, and sniffed with a little smile. “No. Nothing like that. Just a bad day at work.”

You eased out of his hold so you could drop your purse and take your coat off.

“How Hulk help? Want Hulk smash?”

He was too sweet. It was tempting.

“No. No smashing. Just be you, buddy. Sit back down and I’ll join you - we can finish watching together. I just need some cuddles.”

He let out a light snort and lumbered back over to his pile of cushions, dropping down heavily. You knew that Tony had had this floor reinforced, but you were still astounded when the floor didn’t shake. Once he appeared comfortable you joined him, climbing up into his lap and pressing into his side. He was so warm!

You watched in silence together for 10 minutes or so, both of you letting out the odd bark of laughter at the antics of Lilo and her extraterrestrial friend. You could feel yourself calming down just through this - being here and being cared for, with no expectation, something that previous boyfriends had never given you.

You were glad you had Bruce, and Hulk. Which brought you back to why the latter was here.

“Hey, Big Guy. Any reason you’re out today? Was there a mission, because I know Bruce had a load of scientific stuff to do today.”

You felt his body stiffen under you.

“No mission. No smash. Stark happen.”

You sighed - it stood to reason.

“Did he frighten Bruce again?”

He let out a resigned huff.

“Wanted to know what makes Hulk appear. Now Hulk not want to go back. Hulk come here, home. Watch movies, try to be calm.”

You rose up on your knees and pressed your palm to his cheek, feeling him lean into it gently.

“So you’ve had a bad day too? I’m sorry. What about if I get some more snacks and you pick another movie. How does that sound?”

“Hulk like snacks. Hulk like movies. Hulk love Pretty Girl.”

You dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Love you too, Big Guy.”

You got up, and went to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards for enough snacks to keep Hulk sated. You smiled to yourself as you heard him talking to FRIDAY, picking the next thing you were going to watch. Snacks and drinks obtained you took your place, back on his lap.

The opening credits played and you smiled - the Little Mermaid.

“You know, if you ever have this problem again, ask FRIDAY to call me. I’m more than happy to help cheer you up. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yes. Hulk and Pretty Girl best friends.”

You both settled down then to watch Ariel fight for her true love. Hulk kept an arm around you, holding you close, but without squashing you, and every so often you ran your hand up and down his arm or scratched your fingers into his black hair, quietly soothing him.

About 10 minutes from the end, Hulk started to fidget and shift under you. You got up and watched as he slowly shrank, and his skin returned to pink. Bruce looked up at you, slightly chagrined, from the pillow nest on the floor. “Hey.”

You smiled and sat back down next to him, wrapping your arms around one of his and leaning your head on his shoulder. “Hey, yourself. Feeling better?”

“Absolutely.” Bruce leant over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “And you? Sorry I wasn’t here to help.”

“Not your fault. And I’m sure there will be another day with a-hole customers. I’m also certain that Tony won’t frighten Hulk out of you again.”

Bruce chuckled. “You give him more credit than he’s due. Although he might not try it again for a while - the Other Guy smashed up his new Porsche…”

You couldn’t help it - you laughed out loud, cuddling into your boyfriend, and realising that life wasn’t so bad after all.

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[missbluesunflowersstuff]

This scenario is in my mind for weeks now and I need to share

Bruce has been missing for almost a year.

No one knows where he is or can contact him

Dick makes regular calls and visits to the mansion to keep Alfred company. Sometimes he sees the new boy, Tim Drake. Sometimes he just talks to Alfred. And sometimes Kate is there. It's strange to enter the mansion so silent

Bruce is a silent man and he is definitely not someone anyone would call warm and cozy. But there was always a lively air in the mansion when Bruce was around. And not just the mansion, but Gotham also seemed abandoned, empty and sad without its dark knight

It was an unbearable but invisible discomfort. Dick felt it under his skin, and the trapeze artist was sure that the young detective sitting in front of him also felt the same discomfort

It was an ordinary night at Wayne Manor, Alfred had made tea and cookies for the two boys who were now sitting in the living room near the fireplace, it was a cozy night, but at the same time cold and dark. You could see the sky through the mansion's large windows, the comfortable (and at the same time uncomfortable) silence between the two young people hung in the air. The butler sat with the boys in the other armchair, there wasn't much to be done, just wait for some sign from Bruce. Hoping he's alive

Alfred never gave up hope, the old butler always believed that his master would return home. Bruce always came back. Gotham was his home. There was no other place in the world for Bruce but Gotham

Tim Drake opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. Maybe he thought of another theory. Or he just wanted to talk to his about something. Anything.

Gotham's crimes had increased, without Batman the villains and thugs became more fearless. Nightwing and Robin fought side by side to bring peace to the city, but they weren't enough, as everything had lost control

The good thing was that Joker had stopped acting, without Batman, the clown didn't see the fun in committing crimes. It was almost like a flirt between him and Batman. Sometimes Dick wanted to know, sometimes he didn't. Be that as it may, everyone was grateful for the clown's silence

"I heard on the radio that it's going to rain tonight" Alfred began to speak calmly, breaking the silence in a subtle way "I've already prepared the beds for both of you, rest here today, my boys"

Dick noticed the slight smile on the younger detective's face, something that made Dick happy internally. Maybe it would be nice to spend a night at the mansion like the old days, waking up to Alfed's delicious breakfast. There was nothing in the world that could compare to this.

But before Dick could respond, the trio heard loud knocking on the door. Something that made the old butler and the two detectives look at the large piece of wood and steel in astonishment

Wayne Manor doesn't usually receive visitors, and how did someone get there without triggering the gate alarms?

The old butler hurriedly got to his feet and went to open the door, the two boys right behind him, ready for an attack if necessary

Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked louder

Alfred had no choice in opening the door slightly, an action that made him startled, as the person knocking on the door was the master of the house himself

Bruce Wayne

Wearing a black and dark green outfit, wet from rain, mud and blood. The beard was about to be shaved, the hair was a little longer. The disregard for the appearance of such a detailed and meticulous Bruce Wayne was obvious. Whether the trio dared to think about saying anything about the great detective's sloppy appearance is unknown, as all the words died in their mouths when they noticed who was with Bruce

Next to Bruce was a young boy, a little taller than Dick. Black hair framing a cold face. This boy wore red and black clothes. But it wasn't his appearance that surprised them, it was who he was

Jason Todd

He shouldn't be there. He definitely shouldn't be there. Jason was dead! Buried in the backyard of Wayne Manor like all the other members of that strange family

Not there standing next to Bruce

Alfred opened his mouth to speak, the butler's hands reached out and he touched his former grandson's face. Jason was there. Jason was alive! Everyone's mind exploded with questions. Sadness. Confusion. Anger. Pain. Fault.

There were several emotions and none of them were meaningless

"B..." Dick managed to utter, still in shock like the other two

But before the trapeze artist could form a sentence, a sound was heard

A soft moan that came from the coat wrapped in Bruce's arms

The moan was light and low, like a kitten crying to sleep, but it was enough to keep Jason on alert

The former robin left Alfred's arms and immediately went to check on the small package

Something that alerted the other three that there was someone else there and immediately more doubts arose

"master Bruce... what does this mean?" Alfred said in amazement, watching a cute little baby smile at Jason

"I brought my children home, Alfred," Bruce said proudly, a big, genuine smile on that tired, scruffy face. There was a gleam in Bruce's eyes that could only be described as euphoria. "My children were lost, but now all my children are gathered in my house"

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Party Fowl

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

request from @blueemeraldeyes: Can you write a 18+ fic, where Loki is the biggest asshole of all time, rude and mean towards the reader, but she’s the only one who’s nice to him since everyone hates him for some reason😀 And then it’s the birthday of one of the avengers and their reader starts very intimately dancing with Cap or whoever and Loki gets jealous af out of nowhere and started a fight at the party with the reader and kind of hit her in front of everyone blah blah all this stuff doesn’t make any sense but I’m pretty sure you can make sth good out of it haha

a/n: this is my first time writing for Loki even though I've liked him since the first Thor movie. I got this request like almost two years ago sorry y'all.

warnings: 18+, blood, smut, oral (F receiving), fingering, hand job, sex, cream pie

"I don't exactly have the best track record with them, darling," he leaned in your doorway, arms folder over his chest.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, "It's Thor's birthday, it won't hurt you to be there. He is your brother after all."

"Are you forgetting I'm adopted?" he smirked. You were not amused. You stared into the mirror trying to get your makeup just right. The Birthday Party for one of your teammates was more than likely going to be full to the brim with people, seeing as though it was being thrown by Tony Stark. He never failed to impress his guests even when the gathering was just some SHIELD agents and the Avengers.

"Can't you just toughen up and come to your brother's party?" you stood up and put your shoes on, "For me?"

It wasn't until now that he noticed what you were wearing. A beautiful black dress that fell right above your knee. His eyes darted between your face and your body, not sure which one he wanted to look at more. He always thought you were beautiful, but now more than ever he felt his heart skip.

"You look..." he blinked, "I-I'm not going. I would rather rot in a cell on Asgard than spend a single moment with the Avengers."

"You realize I'm an Avenger right?" you walked over to him, placing your hand on his chest. His eyes shifted between your face and the hand on his chest. He really was interested in you. He wanted more than anything to kiss all the makeup off your face.

"You're different," his eyes stared into yours. He looked handsome standing there in front of you. You would've given anything to stay here with him. But you were sick of the tension and neither of you ever making a move on the other. It was growing old.

"But not different enough for you to come hangout with me?" you rolled your eyes. "It's not like we... I don't know what you expect from me, darling. I don't associate with scum from Earth," he rolled his shoulders.

You aren't sure why, but that hurt you. Could be because you thought maybe he liked you. Maybe it's because you like him. Either way that was your last straw.

"Y'know, you don't have to be a dick to me all the time. I'm the only one who treats you as a friend, and all you ever do is talk to me like you don't care. I'm over it, Loki. I don't care if you come to the party. Matter of fact, don't," you pushed passed him.

Loki turned wanting to stop you, but no words forming. You reached his hand out to you, stopping himself from going after you.

~~~

You arrived at the party. It was not as full as you had expected. Mainly just the Avengers and a handful of SHIELD agents. You smiled and chatted slightly with everyone as you made your way to Mr. Stark's bar. Natasha and Bruce stood there, flirting as always. You smiled at Nat, raising your eyebrows at her.

"What?" her cheeks turned a slight pink.

"Nothing," you laughed, "Good to see you two together."

She and Bruce looked at each other and smiled that awkward smile of two people newly entranced with each other. You thought about all the times Loki had looked at you like that. You wondered if you had been too hard on him earlier. He didn't have the best relationship with his brother, let alone all the Avengers.

You had been lost in your thoughts so long that you didn't even notice Natasha and Bruce had walked away. You stood there, arms folded over your chest as you saw practically everyone buddied up. Tony and Pepper, Bucky and Sam, Nat and Bruce, Wanda and Vision, and then you. Alone. It would've been great to have Loki there with you.

You looked up to see Steve Rogers making his way across the room. Captain Rogers joined you as you leaned against the bar. His eyes scanned your body as he gave you the most charming smile. "You look stunning tonight," Steve leaned over and whispered in your ear. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly. Your eyes darted to the Captain, admiring him in his blue button up. "You don't look half bad yourself, Captain," you smiled.

"Where's your boyfriend tonight?" He raised an eyebrow at you. "He isn't my boyfriend," you scoffed.

"Oh? Since when did you break up?"

"We were never anything other than friends."

Steve smirked at you. "Don't look at me like that," you smiled. You both joined each other in small laughter. "He really is missing out, y'know. Any man would be lucky to have you," Steve looked at you with slightly hooded eyes. "That means a lot from you, Steve," you felt your cheeks turn a slight pink.

The music slowed down a little. The couples all began swaying together. Your eyes darted to Steve. "I always loved dancing," he mumbled before turning to smile at you. He extended his hand and you happily accepted.

Loki walked into the room trying to remain hidden. He didn't want to cause a commotion, but he did want to see you. He had even styled his hair and put on a nice black suit hoping to make you as happy as possible. He realized how rude and mean he had been being to you and wanted to make you smile even a little.

But what he saw blinded his good intention with rage. You were pressed up against Captain America swaying back and forth with him. Dancing. It outraged him. He rushed over to you, ripping you from Steve's arms, "Get off her!"

"What the hell," you blurted out confused on who had pulled you away. "Loki?" You felt a lump in your throat. He had his back to you, panting in Steve's face.

"Good to see you, Loki," Steve smiled at him. "Don't touch her ever again," Loki gritted through his teeth. "Look," he put his hand on Loki's shoulder, "You had your chance with her and blew it. We've all seen you both going back and forth for months now, you don't get to claim her when she's finally ready to be with someone else." Loki threw his hand back in and attempt to get Steve's hand off of him, but accidentally hit you in the process.

You stumbled back, grabbing your nose. "Oh my Gods. I am so sorry, Y/N," Loki reached for you, putting his hands on both of your arms. You pulled your hand away from your nose to see blood stained all over your palms. Your eyes widened. "You need to leave, Loki. It never fails for you to cause problems as soon as you get around us," Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he grabbed Loki and turned him around. "I-I-I didn't mean to hit her," he argued, feeling more rage at Steve than he had before. Steve pushed him out of the way in an attempt to get to you. Loki was furious, grabbing the Captain away from you, "I told you not to touch her." Steve rolled his eyes, "Don't make this harder than it has to be, Loki." "Then stop touching her," Loki gritted as he balled his fist at his side.

You grabbed Loki's hand, "It's okay, let's go so I can get this blood off my face. Thank you, Steve. It was a wonderful dance."

You dragged him out of the party, leading him to the elevator that would take you to your room. The elevator ride was completely silent, but Loki did not release your hand the entire time until you got to your room. He closed the door behind him as you rushed to get into the bathroom. You washed the blood off your face and hands. You were certain some must've gotten on Loki as well.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Distress written on his face. "I am so sorry," he mumbled. "I know you didn't mean it, Loki," you splashed water in your face.

"C'mere," you waved him over to the sink. You grabbed his hand, pushing up his sleeve. You wiped your blood off his hand with a warm towel. "Sorry for getting my blood all over you," you grinned slightly. "It's okay, Y/N," he smiled at you. He never did that. Not like this. There was a silence between you both as you pulled his sleeve back down to the spot it was before. Your hand lingered on his. He admired you.

"I have to tell you something," Loki broke the silence. Your eyes met his. "First, I'm sorry for treating you the way I have. You've done nothing but be kind to me and... I... I am so thankful for that. I am grateful for you, Y/N," his hand went to your cheek, you nuzzled your head against his hand. You rested your eyes feeling closer to Loki than you had ever felt. You felt him shift in front of you. Your eyes opened to see him leaning into you. His lips met yours.

"I want you to be mine, Y/N," he spoke softly before kissing you again. You broke the kiss, "You could've said that sooner, y'know? I didn't have to get my blood all over you to get you to admit your feelings." He smiled and laughed, "I'm sorry."

"You're lucky you're cute," you smiled placing your hands on the sides of his face. You brushed passed him wanting to take off your heals. You sat on the edge of your bed wrestling with the tiny buckle of the heal. Loki stared at you for a moment. "I was going to tell you earlier, but you look... gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, darling," he walked over and helped you get the buckle undone. He kneeled in front of you, taking each shoe off so you did not have to struggle further. "I can't believe you wore a suit to come pick a fight with Steve Rogers," you smiled. He glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow, "Gods always come to impress, love."

Loki hopped onto the bed beside you, laying on his back. You looked over your shoulder admiring the way his hair spread across your sheets. "Like what you see?" he spoke with closed eyes. You felt heat flood to your cheeks and other places. The longer you had looked at him the more irresistible he was growing. "You do look sexy," you bit your lip. That caught his attention. He sprang upright, "Wanna run that past me one more time?"

He leaned in close to your ear, "Let me hear you say it again and I can't promise I won't pin you down right now." Your face flashed red. You turned your head quickly, eyes scanning up and down his body. "Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Laufeyson?" His tongue darted out and wetted his lower lip, eyebrows raised at you. There was a silence as the two of you stared at each other.

"Are we just going to sit here gawking at each other or are you going to let me have you?" Loki placed his hand on your thigh. Heat drizzled all over your body as goose bumps of anticipation scattered your skin. His hand slowly made its way further up your thigh, under your dress. You quickly crashed your lips into his, grabbing his face to pull him closer. "Oh, Loki," you breathed out. "That's what I want to hear, darling," he spoke in-between kisses. His other hand went to your lower back helping to lower your back onto the bed. He crawled on top of you. Looking down on you with a smirk, his hand went to your cheek caressing it, "Undress for me." The zipper on the side of your dress came down with ease. You pulled the dress over your head, laying under him in only your underwear. Dark eyes grazed down your body. "I always imagined what you'd look like under me, and I can say my imagination did not do you justice, my love," he grinned above you.

Your fingertips graze up his chest, grabbing his tie. Catching him off guard as you pulled his by the tie, "I want you, my lord." Cheeks shining red as heat flooded his entire body. Licking his teeth and swallowing the lump in his throat, he chuckled. "I like the sound of that," his pupils were blown. He crawled down your body, planting his face between your legs. His warm breath against your clothed opening sent arousal all throughout your body. His fingers played with the hem of your underwear, hooking his fingers under and removing them. “So pretty and wet for me, darling,” he growled at your opening. Dark eyes looked up at you from between your legs. He flattened his tongue against your opening, licking a stripe up it. You threw your head back with a moan of his name. He continued rhythmically against your opening. You squirmed and moaned under him, his dark eyes staring back at you. You felt the knot low in your stomach building with each lick he placed.

He leaned away, inhaling deeply. You took quick breaths at the loss of stimulation. He straightened his body looking down at you. He began taking off his tie, sweat beamed on his forehead. You watched as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt, taking it and his coat off in one motion. You admired his toned body. He was absolutely gorgeous. You felt a lump in your throat form and your mouth run dry. You had never been this nervous with any of your previous partners. Loki was different, a literal God. He ran his hand through his hair and huffed. One of his hands ran up your thigh, finding its way to your clit. He rubbed soft slow circles, almost as if he was teasing you. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling yourself clinch around nothing. Your body craved for him.

Your small squeaks and moans were sending him over the edge. He was not sure how much longer he could go on. His hard cock was pressing against his dress pants, he could've swore he was dying from the anticipation. But he loved teasing you so much. He would never admit how nervous you made him. You were the first person to ever make him feel this way. His body was so flooded with heat, he had to get undressed. But not before he was done with you.

As he continued the motions on your clit, he slipped a finger inside you. You called out to him, breath escaping your lungs. His face was red. He has wanted to be inside you for so long and here you were bending to his will. He was drunk off his arousal. "You feel so good wrapped around my finger," his breathy voice barely got any words out. Your head was thrown back in pure bliss, you swore you would finish any second. He smirked down at you, "Finish for me, love." You had never thought he was as handsome as he was in this moment. He had you right where he wanted you and you were happy to be there. He pumped his finger and his thumb picked up speed. You could feel yourself right on the edge of bliss. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I said finish for me." You felt chills run down your body. He was being so demanding and you could not help but love every second of it. You turned your head to kiss him, feeling that you were about to finish. You called out to him as your walls clinched around him. He felt like he could have came in his pants the second he felt you finish around him. His mouth hung slightly open, heavy breaths leaving him as he stared in awe at you. "You're such a good girl, Y/N," he placed a kiss on your head before leaning to sit on hit legs.

He fumbled with his belt, unable to undo it on the first try. His anticipation was getting the better of him. He needed to be released, he had been fighting the stick member long enough. You sat up and helped him undo the belt. He stared at you with a soft expression, his pupils blown with lust more than ever before. You played with the lining of his pants, making eye contact with him. "What now, Laufeyson?" He swallowed the lump in his throat. You undid the button on his pants causing him to throw his head back with a groan. You slowly unzipped him. He felt like he was going to melt if you continued to tease him. The tip of your finger was slightly tucked into his pant line. You leaned and placed a kiss on his jugular. His lip quivered as a soft moan left him. "P-Please, Y/N," is all he could get out. He grabbed your wrist and guided your hand down his pants. You wrapped your hand around his clothed member, his hand guided you to slowly stroke him. His other hand was placed firmly against your waist.

You removed your hand from him momentarily. He growled in frustration, his eyes squinted shut. You quickly placed your hand back down his pants, this time grabbing his bare member. His eyes shot open and he stared into yours. You stroked him faster than before, he slightly grinded his hips into your hand. His hand left your waist and traveled up your body. It found its place lightly against your throat. He pulled you in for a deep kiss. His tongue intertwined with yours, he moaned into your mouth. "I want to cum inside you," he moaned in between kisses. You nodded, removing your hand from him.

He guided you onto your back, barely breaking the kisses you were sharing. He shimmied his pants off, his underwear going with it. You could not help but marvel at him. He held his cock in his hand, his body was covered in sweat. He stared at you with hooded eyes, slightly stroking himself while admiring your body. He was on top of you now, his cock poking at your opening. "I want you so badly, Y/N," he placed a kiss on your lips. You ran your hands up his chest, "I want you, too." His hand went to help guide himself inside you. He slowly began his way inside you, allowing you to adjust to him. You threw your head back, moaning his name. He began to thrust inside you. He grunted with each motion. "Gods, you feel so fucking good," he was open mouth moaning. You moaned at how good he felt inside you. Your post orgasm body was so sensitive and he was hitting every part just right. He could feel himself about to finish and sped up.

"I'm gonna cum, Y/N," he moaned before crashing his lips into yours. The two of you sloppily kissed as he finished inside you. His rhythm became messy. He was huffing above you, placing kisses on you wherever he could. You rubbed your hands up his back, admiring how muscular he was. "You're absolutely wonderful, Loki," you smiled at him, kissing him lovingly. He smiled a huge toothy grin at you. You swore you had never seen him smile so widely. He rolled over and laid beside you. "In all my years of existing, I have never felt the way I feel right now, Y/N," he looked over at you, "You make me unbelievably happy." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He was so warm and you felt so comfortable with him. He kissed you on top of your head.

"We didn't even tell your brother 'Happy Birthday'," you laughed. Loki groaned, "I believe he will be fine if two people didn't tell him 'Happy Birthday,' love." You ran your fingers up and down his arm. He continued to place small kisses all over your face. You giggled when his kisses made their way down your neck. He pulled you on top of him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. The two of you beyond happy with post-sex glee. "Hopefully next time we do this, you won't have to give me a bloody nose first," you poked at his side. He dragged one of his hands down his face as his cheeks began glowing pink, "Don't remind me. I am so sorry, Y/N." You kissed him, "What a fun story to tell, right, Laufeyson?" He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you. "It's not fun when you're the one giving the bloody nose," he gritted through his teeth before decorating your face in kisses. Both of you could not help but laugh it off.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He rubbed his hand up and down your back. The two of you laid around your room for the rest of the night.

~~~

[END]

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[astrolionking]

John Dory/Hickory Headcanons

I love them sm and I had a few ideas

John Dory fell HARD for Hickory first, it was during a party and Branch introduced the bros to his friends but when they got to Hickory, JD was SMITTEN

Every time he’d see Hickory, JD would get nervous and fidgety and try to look cool around him

Finding out Hickory is also a nature dude who lived in the mountains, JD has fantasies about Hickory random “manly” stuff and looking SO GOOD doing it👀💦

JD thought he was discreet about his crush and watching Hickory doing some hard work but Hickory caught on quickly and starting flirting

At first JD didn’t realize he was flirting bc JD doesn’t actually expect someone as cool, handsome and strong as Hickory to like him in any way (low self esteem)

But when his brothers point out that Hickory “definitely likes him back”, JD is genuinely shocked

Hickory definitely wants to go on a date but he loves how nervous JD gets and wants him to muster up the courage to ask Hickory out

One day JD manages to finally ask him out on a small hiking date and Hickory immediately agrees

Their date is really fun. They have a nice walk together on a pretty trail, they get to know each other more and Hickory is much more bold with his flirting. Honestly, JD was surprised Hickory showed up at all (again, low self esteem)

After the date, Hickory asks if he could kiss him and JD is so stunned but he says yes. The kiss felt so magical to him

The day after, JD is all giddy and still feels like it was all a dream. But when Hickory goes up to him and is all lovey dovey with him, JD is SO happy it was all real

As they have more dates, they grow closer

Their flirting and teasing is more outward

JD gets flustered so easily, even when he’s trying to impress Hickory with something

Rhonda absolutely loves Hickory bc he makes JD happy and that makes HER happy. So as far as she’s concerned, she has two papas now lol

Despite them being a very happy couple, JD still doubts that he’s good enough for Hickory. He’s constantly thinking that Hickory is better off with someone else, how he will find someone better, how he’d realize that JD isn’t worth his time, etc.

When Hickory finds out how JD feels, he has a whole talk with him about it and Hickory says he’s very happy being with him and he doesn’t wanna be with anyone else (which gets JD very emotional)

For their first anniversary (maybe six months?), they have a cute picnic in the woods together. Hickory sings him a sweet country love song, JD writes him a song back and they spend the rest of the anniversary on a nice and quiet nature walk (and when the night ends… well, you can guess what happens😏)

They like making each other breakfast. Hickory specifically likes making JD coffee. JD isn’t a fan of cappuccinos but Hickory’s will always be his favorite

They go on hikes and road trips about once a month, just having alone time with one another.

Hickory definitely attends performances JD has as much as he can. He always cheers him on and it makes JD so giddy after the show

JD’s bros tease him about his boyfriend and JD gets embarrassed but can’t help but smile bc “omg Hickory is my boyfriend!! Holy shit it just hit me!!!!”

Hugs and kisses are JD’s favorite things. Physical affection of any kind has him weak. He’s also extremely touch starved so the first time Hickory pulled him into a loving hug, JD got emotional and never wanted to let go

Branch is a little awkward about one of his friends dating his brother but he’s supportive and very happy JD found someone

Floyd is the HAPPIEST abt it and helps JD get ready for dates, gives him small pep talks and gives him advice

Bruce teases JD by asking if he wants to marry Hickory and JD is hella flustered. But he does admit he’s thought about it a LOT bc who wouldn’t lol

Poppy is jumping for joy that one of her best friends is dating her boyfriend’s (or just best friend depending on your shipping preferences) brother

Introducing JD to Dickory was terrifying bc Dickory is 1000% overprotective. He’d definitely threaten JD that if he hurt his little/twin brother, Dickory will hurt him

The Bros were ofc more chill but they do tell Hickory that he means a LOT to JD so please do not hurt him (or else they’ll hurt Hickory lol)

[mcufan72]

Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter❄️

Loki and female reader

Chapter 5

Chapter 1/ Chapter 2 / Chapter 3/ Chapter 4

18+/adult themes/talking/flirting/ slow burn/fluff/angst/smut (eventually)

Warnings: Loki learns about your toxic and abusive relationship with your ex-fiancé/some swear words/ some lusty thoughts and filthy words

"He brought Lady y/n here again. The pretty and adorable woman who slept here last night … hhmm hhmm apparently, my little brother seems to be in love," Thor grinned.

Thor and Bruce sat at the long dining table for a coffee break in the late afternoon.

"He did? Yeah, she was adorable. So, she has no problems with his past and accommodates to the fact that he's a god with a difficult background?" Bruce asked while he put his glasses on and continued writing his report of one of his recent scientific research on his laptop.

"Seems so and it seems she really likes Loki. I saw how she looked at him yesterday. He brought her to the fireplace lounge." Thor couldn't stop grinning.

He drummed his fingers on the table and put his legs on the chair next to him. He thought you and Loki would make a cute and smart couple.

"To the fireplace lounge? Since when is Loki the romantic guy? Normally …he just wants a companion for the night to warm his bed and for some…bed acrobatics. Are they a thing now?" Bruce said, looking up from his screen.

"I don't know…don't think so…but maybe yes, maybe not, maybe not yet. But she slept in a different room last night. Also, my brother is not the type for a serious relationship or should I better say, he doesn't want a relationship." Thor frowned.

"He never wants to be invested in the women he pleases with his…special skills, he never shares his bed with a woman more than twice. But his behavior these days makes me wonder. He never shared his bed with her as far as I know. He told me she's different from the other women he …you know. He's still out every afternoon for a walk in the park to meet her…and now she's here again. And since Christmas…" Thor rocked his head sideways back and forth…"I'm sure he didn't bring other women here every night anymore to warm his bed. I can only wonder about it…and he smiles more often when he feels unobserved," Thor continued.

"She seems to be very nice, doesn't she? She radiates warmth and kindness and a big amount of tolerance. And she's very smart, clever and good with words. She would definitely fit well together with Loki. Don't you think he deserves a loving woman at his side? A woman like her?" Bruce asked and continued writing his report.

"Sure, he deserves it, he deserves a woman's love and affection and it might help him to be more relaxed among us and it might give him the assurance he needs that he's doing a very good job here, that he's capable of being part of a team and that he's a good guy…" Thor nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

"I would be happy for him." said Bruce while he continued writing.

"Me too, Bruce. My little brother deserves to be happy."

"Absolutely... damn it, I really could need some assistance and additional knowledge with this research project here..." Bruce cursed.

"What?"

"Ah nothing, Thor, don't mind me..."

The two of you took a seat in each their own comfy armchair with a high backrest that provided the appropriate comfort you both appreciated. The armchairs, an arm length apart, were placed in a comfortable distance in front of the crackling fireplace.

After your meeting in the park this afternoon, sitting on the bench together for a while like every day, visiting the little café to drink your espresso and hot chocolate and talking about how your day has been so far, you now drank a glass of iced chai latte. Loki wanted to spend some more time with you and he was so happy that you came back to his home with him again. The two of you enjoyed being together more and more. Especially after last night when you learned about his past and the cute and somewhat intimate encounter in the kitchen this morning.

"Thank you for inviting me again to have dinner here with you, your brother and your friends."

"I won't say we're friends. I know that I still have to prove myself every day. We're colleagues, the same as you with yours. But of course, my brother is my brother. It's my pleasure to have dinner here with you again. And I'm glad that nothing has changed between us."

"Loki, nothing has changed. Please don't worry about it anymore. But I won't stay the night here this time."

You smiled apologetically at him.

Loki gazed at you disappointed and his heart sank. Somehow he wished you would stay for the night again so the first thing he would see in the morning would be you and your adorable sleepy morning face. If he was honest with himself he had to try very hard to not get a boner and to seduce you this morning. He wasn't sure how long he would endure his desire for you. And this desire wasn't only sexual.

He also hated that you lived all alone in your small apartment and nobody was taking care of you. He always wanted to be near you, he wanted to have you in his proximity all the time. Even more so now after the two days when you couldn't meet him and he wasn't able to see and talk to you…and the angst he had when he thought something bad had happened to you.

And after last night when you were amazingly understanding and didn't let him down, his feelings for you became more intense but he wasn't able to admit it to himself and maybe he should better ignore these feelings, for his own good and for yours.

When you noticed his gaze you felt his disappointment and you smiled slightly.

"Why don't you want to stay? It wouldn't be a problem. And you owe me breakfast!" He smirked at you provocatively.

"I don't want to cause any circumstances, Loki. And also I haven't forgotten my keys this time," you laughed.

"Yeah, that's true," Loki hummed and chuckled smugly.

Your cheeks reddened and the way he chuckled sent warm waves through your body and you turned your head towards the fire again. You still didn't want him to see how much he affected you.

"Do whatever feels right for you, Lady y/n. Just know that you're always welcomed here," he said warmly.

"Why do you call me Lady y/n again? I'm not a Lady. I never was and I will never be."

You glanced at him again and gave him a warm but quizzical look. A genuine smile curved your lips slightly. Every time when you looked at him like this he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Why did you always look so pretty and adorable?

"I'm used to calling a woman like you a Lady and you should be treated like one. I think no one deserves it more than you."

His eyes were fixed on you and it felt like he looked right into your soul with his bright blue eyes. A small gasp escaped your mouth.

"Wow, you should have told it to my ex-fiancé." And you stared back into the fire.

"What do you mean? What did he do to you?"

"He…never said or thought that about me. Maybe in the beginning of our relationship …but when he could be sure that he had captured my heart and that I was putty in his hands, that I'd do anything he wanted because I was so in love with him, his mind changed…".

You paused for a moment.

"Tell me Loki, are you afraid of falling in love?" You questioned him.

He was taken aback by your question and he gasped audibly.

"Straight to the point, right?" He asked you and inhaled sharply.

"You and I are always straight to the point, aren't we? Please, tell me, what do you think about love?"

"I don't know," he chuckled.

"Honestly I don't think I am capable of loving someone or making someone happy. Every time I tried, I failed. And whenever I thought my special someone truly loved me...it wasn't real. It has never been something real. You invest all your feelings and all of your heart in someone and in the end, it just hurts and breaks you inwardly and a part of you dies.

I'm just looking for women who don't want a serious relationship either and who agree with a sexual relationship to just satisfy carnal needs. I treat them with respect and they always know what they are getting into. I don't beat around the bush or try to trap them."

"I could never do that. I could never draw a line between sex and love. For me it belongs together, unconditionally. I don't judge you, Loki. You're honest with these women and it's absolutely none of my business. It doesn't make you a bad person. For me…it's just not imaginable… Sex without love…at some point one partner will always feel used, that's what I experienced…but it's just my very own sight of it and I know everyone is different and I get that." You still stared into the fireplace.

Loki stared thoughtfully into the fireplace, too. Your words made him think about his point of view.

"I just don't want to get hurt anymore. I just want to sleep with a woman and only once in most cases. So neither the woman nor I can get invested or fall in love. And I always make it clear before I bed them."

You turned your head towards him.

"Your words make me sad. Nobody can live without love for the rest of their life. And everyone deserves to be loved. I've also had a hurtful experience, like you. At some point in our relationship, my ex didn't love me anymore, he just fell out of love, I think it happened in the second year of our relationship. He still slept with me and told me how much he loved me but it just wasn't the truth anymore …pathetic. Since then he only said it to me when we were in the heat of the moment when he fucked me. And I still believed in his love.

He confused love with sex and maybe I did the same. I thought, 'he sleeps with me so he loves me'. I was so naive, I made it so easy for him. His willing whore to his desires.

When he got his physical satisfaction I was the best girlfriend ever, his good girl. But the rest of the time he treated me like a piece of shit, degraded me, told me how boring I am, how bad and boring I'm in bed, and what I would think about who I am, that I'm a nobody. For him it was clear that I should do everything for him like cooking, washing his clothes, doing the dishes…the list is nearly endless.

I also dropped my professional career so he could study and become a successful scientist. We didn't have enough money back then to study both at the same time so I earned the money as an assistant in a laboratory. And whenever he slept with me I still lied to myself that he really loves me and that he just can't show it to me differently and properly.

And I was pathetic, too. I let him treat me like this. I was completely addicted to his good looks and his way to seduce me with how sexy he was. He was very talented in wrapping me around his finger. My submission became unhealthy. It should've stayed in the bedroom.

In the end, I was just his housemaid with benefits, and he got his carnal needs satisfied whenever he wanted because I let him do it. I hungered for his attention and care…and his love. I didn't get any of it. And nonetheless, I thought it was right what I did and how I did it. But it wasn't. And as a reward for my stupidity and submission, he put a big fat ass diamond engagement ring on my finger…" You sighed, observing the flickering flames in the fireplace.

"Why did you let him do that to you? You deserve so much better. You deserve to be treated like a queen. And you never really agreed to anything about what he did. So why?"

"Sometimes, Loki, love makes us not only blind, it also makes us stupid, makes us lose our last bit of sanity. The complete brain malfunction. But I've never given up on believing in true love. He was just the wrong man for me, he was a mistake…and he was a dick." You both chuckled in unison.

"Did he ever cheat on you?"

"No, never. For things like romancing another woman or asking a woman out for a date he has always been too busy and too lazy…and I was his willing whore…so, there was no need for him to fuck other women. And maybe I wasn't that boring like he always claimed. Who knows. Also he's a renowned personality in his business and would've had a reputation to lose if he would've changed women like his socks. We often had to appear for business dinners or banquets. And I was eloquent and presentable."

"Don't you dare talk about yourself as a whore…you're far away from being one. And you're definitely not stupid."

Loki seemed upset about how you thought and spoke about yourself. If you were a whore then you would be only his whore and his alone…and he would fuck you senseless but he would treat you like a goddess and he would be down on his knees for you.

"But in the end I felt like one."

"Why did you stay with him then?"

"I had lost my whole family and he was the only one who remained. I was afraid of being alone and I felt so lost. I wasn't able to see the truth and I refused to see it."

"I'm glad that you finally got rid of him…"

"Oh no, he finally got rid of me!" You explained.

"What?"

"Yes, he ended our relationship and engagement …with a text message he sent me on my mobile phone when he had fallen in love with another hot 'n sexy chick with big boobs and fake lips…and she was funnier and more entertaining than I had been at that time…" you chuckled ironically.

"He's really a ridiculous, pathetic and mannerless giant douchebag and a shame for his species. He never deserved you. Must've been really hurtful for you. You still loved him when he left you, right?"

"Yes, I did and I bawled my eyes out for three days and nights in a row until I was a total mess and had no power in me anymore. But I'm over it now and I'm sure the right man who truly loves me is somewhere out there."

Deep inside of you, you hoped it was the man who was sitting next to you right now. You imagined yourself with him, holding you lovingly in his arms, cuddling each other under his black snuggly blanket. Him and you in his bed, tangled in his sheets, having the best sex of your life, his skin on yours, kissing him passionately and tugging his curls.

But you were realistic and you knew that you didn't live in a fairy tale. And you, as a not-exciting woman, would never be chosen and loved by a real Prince or a God…and Loki was both. And besides this, he made it very clear that he wasn't interested in a love relationship …and you didn't want a just sexual one.

"How long has it been since he left you?" Loki asked you wondering and took you out of your daydreams.

"It has been nearly a year now," and you took a sip of your chai tea.

"Nearly a year? So it happened after…."

"After my mother's funeral, precisely two months later after he visited a medical congress. And shortly after that, I moved to New York."

"And you never talked to him after he sent you the message? I should kill him for that…for lying to you, for his alleged love for you, for taking advantage of you and how he treated you," Loki stated angrily, he was almost indignant.

"No, he isn't worth it, Loki, he isn't even worth thinking about him. To answer your question, we just had a phone call where we cleared the situation…to be honest, he cleared it. I was still too perplexed and I still had to process my family issues."

"I adore your calmness and your strength, my Lady snowflake, and how brave you are."

You couldn't help but chuckle because he called you 'Lady' again. It made your skin tingle.

"I'm not that strong and brave, believe me. It was hard work for me to become who I am now and it still is. But you only have two choices in life…you stand still and get lost in grief, self-pitying and anger or you go on and live your life and try to take the chances it's giving to you."

"And you still look for the big one, true love? Aren't you too disappointed and hurt after what you've been through? To be honest for me it's hard to believe that true love exists." Loki asked you frowningly.

"Of course I do, and I try to let the disappointment not affect me too much," you said, convinced and you took the chance again to touch him.

You turned your head towards him, laid your hand softly onto his, which rested on the armrest of his armchair, and kept your hand there. He stared at your hand resting on his and then into your bright eyes. Your tender touch and the friendly and warm smile that curved your lips, affected him again in a way he never expected and he felt a tingling rushing from his nape, over his back down to his feet.

He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, cuddle you and give you all the love, affection and admiration you deserved, and yes, he wanted to feel you, skin to skin, kissing your soft lips, burying himself deep inside of you so he could consume you, love you, worship you in all the ways you deserved to be loved …and you could consume, love and own him. He could truly imagine being yours. He noticed that he wasn't interested in any other women but you, only you.

His heartbeat quickened when he heard your next words.

"Who loves risk loss. To love is to…want to be absorbed entirely by somebody and you absorbing your lover. A constant give and take of genuinely meant feelings. Maybe you just haven't met the woman who is destined to be the love of your life, Loki. You deserve to be loved and to give love. Please, never give up to believe that love exists and that the woman of your heart is somewhere out there…and never give up fighting for it until you get there. And when you've found her you should enjoy this love every second of your life!"

Your voice was full of passionate conviction and the smile you gave him was enduring.

Loki took your hand in his, brought it to his lips and this time he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, turned your hand around and gave you a soft kiss to your palm whilst he looked deep into your eyes.

"You're amazing, darling. How did you survive all of this? Your strength and bravery are enough for more than one life."

"I think we're stronger than we realize and I'm not that fragile."

"I wish I could take some of your pain away. You deserve all the luck and the love of the realms and all the affection someone can give to you."

"And so do you, Loki. You always listen to me, treat me respectfully. I can tell you everything and you spend so much time with me every day, that's more than I could wish for," you said to him thankfully.

Deep inside of you, you wished he had kissed you on your lips, you wanted to feel his lips on yours, you wanted to taste him. You were sure his kisses would be passionate and demanding but also loving and healing. You loosened your hand from his grip and traced with your index and middle finger tenderly over his lips.

"And you're a real gentleman!" you whispered and finally you cupped his face and caressed his cheek with your thumb.

His skin felt so soft and perfect under your fingertips and Loki couldn't resist leaning into your touch. He closed his eyes and with your thumb, you trailed tenderly over his eyebrow before he opened his eyes again and looked at you.

The fire crackled and both of you felt the sense of security you gave each other in this special moment. Loki couldn't deny that something decisive changed in him tonight. When you touched his lips and his face, it felt so caring and loving. For a long time, no one had touched him so tenderly. Could it be that you were the woman he was always looking for? Were you his destiny? The love of his life? Maybe you were right and love does exist. He truly wanted to believe in love again.

"I'm glad that you've left this horrible part of your past behind you."

"Hmmhm, this relationship was a painful journey but it has been educational and this chapter is finally closed. Don't worry about it, I'm fine now." You smiled reassuringly at him.

You two sat silently in front of the fireplace for some moments before Loki broke the silence.

"Would you like to spend New Year's Eve with me? Here, together with all of us?" Loki asked and you slowly withdrew your hand from his face.

"That sounds awesome, Loki. Yes, I will spend the last night of the year with you! That would be wonderful"

"Wonderful! That…makes me very happy, snowflake," he said excitedly.

This year you both wouldn't be alone on the last evening of the year.

"We should go to the dining room. It's time for supper. Would you please wait here for me? I'm back in a minute," Loki asked you.

"Yes, of course. Please don't let me wait too long!" and you smiled at him.

"I won't, darling," he answered in a low sound.

When he came back he was dressed more casually in tight black leather trousers and a dark green v-neck tunic, which gave you a breathtaking look at his chest. How much you loved this sight. His hair wasn't slicked-back anymore and looked fluffier and curlier again. You loved it when his long hair looked like this. He looked adorable and you tried to stay calm and to control yourself. Again, you wanted to twist his curls around your fingers. You wanted to press a kiss to his neck and his chest and nuzzle your nose into his chest hair.

He gave you a hoodie and you got up from the armchair to take the sweater.

"For you, snowflake, in case you start to freeze during dinner."

His deep voice made you shiver. Today you just combined a light pink blouse with a black jeans and it might be an advantage to have his snuggly dark-green hoodie now. You took the sweater from his hands, pressed it to your cleavage like a treasure and you smiled at him as if he had just proposed to you.

"Thanks, Loki, that's really very thoughtful of you."

"I know how easily you start to freeze, snowflake."

He smiled softly at you and of course, he recognised how firmly you kept his hoodie pressed to your cleavage and how you looked at him. Your gaze was thankful but also filled with desire. He would've loved to kiss you and pull you into his embrace. He knew it would be wonderful to feel your warmth and that your kisses would be healing and loving.

"Let's go and eat something," he invited you.

"Yes, I'd love to. I'm hungry! " and as you were used to from him, Loki offered you his arm gentlemanlike.

"My Lady?"

"Thank you, Sir!"

You took the arm he offered to you, still pressing his hoodie firmly to your bosom and smiled at him.

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Rebirth time, all the way to Event Leviathan. Already bracing myself for some of these, but there's some decent stuff in here too, just gotta pick through the sludge.

Renee spends 2016-2018 bouncing around various Bat comics with a handful of lines an issue like she did pre-character-development, but she mostly works with Kate, which is a bit of a silver lining.

Batwoman #17-18

Kate and Renee get back together and it's cute enough I'm willing to stop being annoyed while I read it.

Almost all their previous romantic moments are immediately followed by divorce so it's nice to see them just being goofy and adorable.

Is this trying too hard? Maybe. Am I charmed anyways? Yes.

Action Comics #1005

Vic's back! Running around Metropolis and not explaining anything!

Genuinely this is such a fun way to reintroduce him, it feels fitting that it's unceremonious. You get no context for who he is, no explanation for why he's here, he's just Doing Things.

Doomsday Clock #9

I feel like I have to mention: Geoff Johns was the one that suggested Renee become the Question. He's also specifically credited with a couple good moments in 52, so clearly he's capable of understanding Vic, he's just chosen not to here for the sake of putting more Watchmen references in his Watchmen crossover.

God Doomsday Clock is so stupid.

Vic does get to save Ted for a panel so that's nice I guess.

Batman #66

The idea that Bruce is so unbelievably bad at processing his emotions that he had to dream up Vic as the fucking Divorce Understander is hysterical.

They haven't been in a comic together in nearly 20 years, Vic just lives rent free in his head that much.

Terrible comic but remembering it makes me laugh.

Action Comics #1009

Back in Metropolis, Vic's chilling out investigating Leviathan.

I'm not a big fan of this look, it's a little too Rorschach for me, but hey it's nice that he's here.

Also not super into his dialogue but it works alright as deadpan snark.

Lois Lane #1

WE ARE SO BACK

You would think a character who's been around for this long would have multiple good writers but nope Rucka is singlehandedly carrying her.

Critically: it's about journalism! That's pretty much the ideal way to smack some characterization back into Renee. So much of O'Neil's Question is about that rift between Vic the reporter and Question the vigilante, and about the ways in which those roles can do good, so drawing on those themes grounds this progression even as it's a sharp course correction.

I'm not a big Superman guy, he's neat but doesn't grab me, but the bits of Clark from Lois' perspective do more to sell me on him than any event I've read. They remind me of my parents and that's 100% a good thing. It's adorable.

#2

The snippets of other news stories about how heroes impact the political landscape do more to create a world that feels alive than, like, 90% of comics I've ever read.

Lois Lane, dyslexic icon.

It's got everything. Intrigue. Drama. Worldbuilding through trashy TV. Renee breaking and entering. Lesbian flirting. Compelling mysteries. DC's best het couple. Comic books are good, actually.

#3

The only thing better than one Question? TWO OF THEM.

Looking at them hugging is not enough I need to eat the panel.

The long silent sequence into the action scene into them hugging is perfectly paced.

Somehow, despite how unwell Vic and Renee make me, Clark and Lois are nearly as good here.

#4

"You were my best friend, you saved my life. And then you died." "I know who you are. You're my friend, you're Renee Montoya, and you're my legacy." They are everything.

It's so good that them catching up is a strange, quiet moment. Yeah, the cause of this is cosmic weirdness, but the effects are so personal.

I can't help but read Lois' "Sage. You're off your beat." to Vic as exasperated. Respectable. He's exasperating.

#5

Vic and Renee both crushing on Lois is cute.

I love how self-assured Renee is here. She's the Question, and she knows exactly how cool that is... but "being the Question with fresh eyes" means having to relearn the limits on violence. Beating people up is one thing, interrogation is another.

Event Leviathan

I've put this all in one chunk instead of trying to interlace it with Lois Lane, since it ends right before issue 6 and there aren't any great ways to spread it out more.

The event so pointless Jimmy Olsen spoiled the reveal.

None of the plot is interesting to me, but Vic's fun, I always like Lois Lane, it could be worse.

I like this characterization for Vic. He's chilled out since he's came back from the dead, and he's got less of a personal stake than most of the others so he's decent at staying on track, but he's also quick to play into whatever dumb banter's going on.

[squaric-acid]

A Complete Summary of my Thoughts Watching Batman with Michael Keaton for the First Time

It’s been 7 minutes and already I cannot take Michael Keaton’s Batman seriously

Knox is so far endearing in a dorky way

His flirting with Vicki Vale was cute

Also, I low-key want a tailored purple wool suit now. How does Jack Nicholson make it look so good?

Alfred walking behind Bruce and picking stuff up is perhaps peak physical comedy

Is this Harvey Dent also Lando Calrissian?!?!

The VCR rewind in the Bat Cave *Chef’s kiss

Also Bruce Wayne wearing glasses is so charming

The Foley gun fire noise is so classic

Batman looking around nervously before he uses a smoke bomb is hilarious

Bruce and Vicki having dinner with Alfred was such a cute moment

Jack Nicholson’s laugh as the Joker is terrifying

Lol, the hanging upside down is just perfect

The Joker without the white face paint is so unsettling

Bruce leaving roses on the spot his parents died instead of their actual graves is strange but also weirdly on-brand

Jack Nicholson’s Joker is so unhinged, the mimes and the throat stabbing with a quill, his complaint about how Batman gets all the press, the theatricality of it is fantastic

It’s an eighties movie but the vibe is decidedly sixties

The new anchors looking unkempt is a nice touch

The Joker is so camp and so macabre, I love it

Favorite scene so far is the museum scene

Also, is the Batman coming through the glass roof a throughline for all Batman movies cause I’m noticing a pattern

The Batmobile is an oversized HotWheels, it also looks ever so slightly phallic but I’ll ignore it

Batman avoiding Vicki’s gaze highlights how easy for someone who knows both him and Bruce to figure out that they’re the same person

The bat cave is cool

Bruce Wayne trying to tell Vicki the truth was a little painful but it didn’t give me second-hand embarrassment, I think cringe dramatic moments really became a thing in the nineties

What the FUCK does “never rub another man’s rhubarb” mean?!

The turtleneck and dad jeans with the glasses on guys, so iconic yet so under-appreciated

I love the aesthetic of this movie, its very 80’s but reads more like a 60’s translation of the world of the 1940’s (dieselpunk and the original comics)

The Joker killed Bob!

The bat plane in front of the moon is so clever, nice foreshadowing of the bat signal

The comically long revolver is spectacular

Also it’s an interesting take to say Joker killed Bruce’s parents

I was hoping Batman would hit Joker with the glasses

Cheesy but very enjoyable, it’s very different from Tim Burton’s later works, I think I prefer this

I think that Alfred saying he doesn’t want to spend the last few years of his life mourning for old friends or their sons was by far one of the best lines in the movie. So much was meant by it and it was put so eloquently

I enjoyed this movie immensely. It’s a very good comic book movie, and the background of Gotham is much better than the Nolan trilogy. You can tell it’s a Tim Burton movie but it lacks the overt stylistic touch of his that you see in his later movies (Nightmare Before Christmas onwards).

I had my doubts about Michael Keaton (because I’ve only ever seen him in Much Ado About Nothing) but he was a good Batman and a very good Bruce Wayne.

Jack Nicholson is amazing and I think I prefer him to Heath Ledger’s Joker.

I’m new to the Batman fandom so I’m more familiar with The Dark Knight trilogy and The Batman (2022). I saw that latter first so that will probably always be my favorite Batman movie but I think Batman with Michael Keaton is my second favorite.

[dysfunctionalmaki]

To Realize

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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader

Summary: Natasha's been connecting all the dots about how she feels about you, it's up to her to how she'll handle the situation.

A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot until... I wanted to base it on the whole Black Widow movie :"))

Warnings: none, let me know if there's any.

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Your last interaction with your father didn't go well, he simply told you that Secretary Ross is now after you and Natasha after helping Steve, and Bucky to get in the Quinjet while T'challa was after them.

Quickly tackling the king of Wakanda on the ground, while Natasha shot something at him to give Rogers and his friend time to take off, as soon as the jet flew away, you removed your arms that are restraining him.

"Your father will hear about this, and you too Miss Romanoff." The exact words that came out of T'challa, and now you're on the run with Natasha, considered as a global fugitive.

Your father looked at you with disappointment when he mentioned that Ross will be chasing you and the latter, you looked at Natasha before she took your hand and leading you out, taking you to who knows where.

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"You miss your daddy?" Natasha spoke while driving, you chuckle at her words then resting your head against the car window. "Hmm, kinda, so what are we doing here in Norway?" You ask the latter.

"Well, you've noticed that Ross is after our asses after assaulting the King of Wakanda, and helping Steve and Barnes escape the airport, I believe we should lay low, right?" She propped her elbow by the window, resting her head on her knuckle as she drives with one hand. "Oh? I didn't know that." You replied sarcastically, making Natasha roll her eyes.

"What I mean is, why Norway of all places?" Now you're kindly asking, arms crossed over your chest and slowly drifting off to sleep, exhausted after hours of traveling, without Daddy's private planes, sports car, and Quinjet also.

Natasha noticed how your voice softens, a long yawn coming out of your mouth, and quickly glancing at you. "Ross has no jurisdiction here, his boys would stay away from here for the time being." She answered, you softly nodded and replied with an 'okay' almost a whisper with how silent it was.

In a split second, you're already fast asleep at the passenger seat, both arms hugging yourself and your head resting against the window. Nat maintained her eyes on the road as she attempts to reach for a blanket she stashed in the backseat, after few shifts in her place, the Russian managed to grab the cloth.

She gently placed the soft blanket over you, and now focusing herself on driving, for some reason, she has always felt this warm feeling in her heart when she's alone with you, adoration maybe?

Your peaceful state while you're in deep slumber, and hearing your soft snores as she admires the view of the landscape, she would offer everything she has just to stay like this most of the time.

The thought caught her off-guard, why would she want to spend all of her time with her friend's daughter? She shrugged the thought off from her mind, she knows what love feels like, she felt it with Bruce until Hulk decided to drive off somewhere they won't find him.

She did get sad because of it, but she chose to move forward and move on, successfully removing any romantic feelings for Banner, focusing on her work as an Agent and an Avenger.

But why is she feeling this way with you? Her heart melts when she sees you getting all excited when you've successfully upgraded your techs, how she would automatically smile when her eyes would catch you smiling, and how she feels warm when you're there to ease her mind when a mission didn't go as planned.

She's now connecting the dots, using the silence and peace surrounding her, she got time to think about herself and her feelings towards Tony Stark's daughter.

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After half an hour of the drive, you slowly wake up from your nap, looking around the surroundings you're in the middle of the woods, Natasha's still driving. "Good uhh... Evening?" You greeted Nat with your groggy voice.

Natasha stopped the car beside the safehouse, which is a caravan and you don't mind, you can't really call your father to get you a 5-star hotel to stay in. "Did you manage to replenish your energy?" She asked, unbuckling her seat belt and you did the same.

Getting out of the car, she has her gun out and you also have one on your hand, staying alert until both of you heard a loud snore in the room. Natasha immediately returned to her relaxed posture before heading into where the sound belongs, and she found her contractor sleeping.

Kicking his foot that is off the bed, the man immediately woke up. "You're sleeping in my bed." Natasha commented, "I'm not even under the covers." He replied, then his eyes trail at you, awkwardly looking away noticing that the two seemed close.

"I've got what you asked for, fake IDs, drivers licenses, and some VISAs, also for Miss Stark too, just like what you've told me to do." He says as he handed out the fake identifications to Natasha, while reading, the Russian frowned upon what she just read. "Really? Fanny Longbottom?"

"That is a legitimate name." He defended himself, them Natasha handed your fake IDs, taking a good look at them and you're amazed about how real they seem to be. "Thank you...?" You softly spoke.

"Rick, Rick Mason." He introduced himself, and you shook his hand also introducing yourself, with little chit-chat soon after the man left leaving you and Natasha alone.

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An hour has passed it's already dark out, you're currently sitting by the front door, knees up to your chest, and you already felt homesick, Natasha's company is nice honestly, but the feeling of being far away from your father and home sucks.

Natasha looks at you while you're way too busy gazing at the woods, she knows you aren't used to this type of setup, running away from authorities, and far from home, she felt bad for you.

She walks up behind you, making sure you're aware of her presence before placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm going to watch a movie on my laptop, feel free to join me, I'm also eating the ice cream we bought at the convenience store earlier." She softly spoke before leaving you alone.

Minutes after, you finally stood up from where you are sitting and closing the front door, almost dragging your way to Natasha. Two bowls of ice cream in front of her, and her laptop already on, she was waiting for you.

You placed yourself beside her, head resting on her shoulder then she plays the movie on the screen, lazily taking a spoonful of the cold treat in your mouth, and eyes glued on the screen, but you weren't paying attention to the movie, you're spacing out.

"Hey, Y/N? Are you okay?" Of course, not, Natasha knows damn well you aren't okay, she thought that it's a dumb question. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" You answered just like your father, she paused the film and causing you to look at her. "No, you're not okay, and that's okay." She says before taking you into her arms.

You're surprised actually, Natasha isn't usually the one who initiates physical contact but here she is, her arms wrapped around your body. You needed this, you needed to feel home and somehow being hugged by Natasha feels like it.

Burying your face at her shoulders then you knew you're melting in her arms, it almost brought the tears out of you, as if her touch is enough the lift the burden you've been feeling.

Natasha feels like home.

You try not to think anything about the affection she just gave, but damn, you think you'd go batshit crazy if you won't get to experience this again.

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Let's be clear here, you've had a crush on Natasha while she's still Natalie, then as soon as Fury revealed that she is some secret agent, you were so amazed that you started liking her, though she didn't contact after that.

You weren't part of the Avengers initiative, but you did join them in the battle of Sokovia, but she and Banner have a thing going on, so you've decided to set those feelings aside. Which you successfully did for a few months, and after Bruce flying who knows where maybe you can make a move?

So you did, you would jokingly flirt around Natasha, and your father would give a questioning look then you slowly back away, but you were also a great friend to Nat, it's just that you can't seem to get all romantic with Natasha.

Just as much of a playboy your father is, that's all his, you suck at this type of thing, so Nat probably thought you're just a caring and affectionate person.

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You gently pull away from Natasha's grasp, and she looks at you with her emerald eyes. "Better?" She asked, placing a hand on your cheek softly caressing your skin. "Much better, thank you." She smiled with your answer, the next thing you know is that you're way too close to her, and you're looking at her plump lips.

This would be a perfect time to make a move.

You hold the back of her hand that is on your cheek, slowly closing in, and Natasha is leaning closer, so near that you could feel each other breathing, just when your lips were about to touch hers... the power died.

Nat cleared her throat and awkwardly moving away, removing her hand away from you and she stood up. "I'm just going to check the power generator." She says before going outside.

Her face turned red as soon as she was out of your sight, she got way too vulnerable with you, she almost kissed you but she sure knows she's going to like it but no, not at a time like this.

She tried to get the power back on, only to find that there's no more fuel in the generator, she came back inside finding you eating ice cream in the corner, and probably waiting for her to come back.

"I'm going to a gas station, do you want to come with me?" She asked, you nodded before getting off your ass and bringing yourself into her car, there's this awkward tension between the two of you, and as soon as she started driving, the silence swallowed the two of you.

"Can I turn the radio on?" You asked her, she simply nodded while eyes fixated on the road, you played the radio, and Sia's Cheap Thrills came on. "Damn, even here? When is this song going to die?" You commented.

Natasha taps her fingers on the steering wheel according to the beats, despite hearing the song over and over whenever you would turn on the radio, you still liked it.

Midway through the song, you felt chills on your body, and as soon as you look at the window beside you, suddenly you see an RPG heading towards the car.

"Nat—" Before she could react it has already hit the car causing an explosion, now the vehicle is hanging on the edge of the bridge, and with one wrong move it'll head straight down to the water. "Ooh, fuck that hurts." Hissing as you try to collect yourself and trying to fight the headache it caused.

Natasha on the other hand is in pain and boy, she's mad. "I'm pretty sure Ross has no jurisdiction here, and you should know that I'm a better shot when I'm pissed off," Nat spoke before firing few bullets at the person, you look at her and biting your lip, finding her hot.

"Wow, that's hot..." You spoke under your breath but Natasha heard, glaring at you. "Really? At a time like this?" She says, before heading out of the car when you tried to get out Nat stopped you. "How long can you hold your breath?" She asked. "Last time I beat Sam it was a good 4 minutes and a half."

"As soon as this psycho comes close enough, I'll push you into the water, it's not after us." She says you look at her as if she's speaking lies. "Nat, I'm not leaving you here–" before you could protest, you felt her lips against yours it was quick but you know damn well, that Natasha kissed you.

"I'll meet you down there, I promise." She says before a shield comes charging towards her, and managed to avoid it, yet it hit the car, now you're falling off the bridge and you suddenly noticed a small case on her hand.

You quickly got out of the car before it could hit the water, then you swam heading to safety where the one who ambushed wouldn't see you.

Closing your eyes hoping that Nat would come back to you in one piece, there's no way you'll let her die after kissing you, of course, you wanted to fight but your body just wouldn't.

You can't risk losing Natasha now.

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Next Part: To Remember

[thebatfamfanatic]

Six Times He Met Her

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst

A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.

1-

The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.

Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.

He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.

At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.

Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.

“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”

He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.” Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.

Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.

She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.

“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”

Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.

Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.

2-

The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.

That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.

You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.

“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”

Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself. “Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”

He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.

“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.

The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”

The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.

3-

You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.

Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.

Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.

Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?

Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-

Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.

Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?

Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.

Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️

A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?

Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.

4-

The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.

He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.

Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?

Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? “My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.

That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.

5-

You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.

By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.

Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.

6-

You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.

You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–

A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.

What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.

You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.

Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.

“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!

You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.

Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.

A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.

It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.

However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. “No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.

Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.

“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”

You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.

You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.

Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.

Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.

[late-to-the-party-81]

The best laid plans...

AN: This silly little fic was written for @buckybarnesbingo Square C5: A picture of Bucky waiting against a wall, holding a gun. I hope you enjoy the sass and crack. Thanks to @drabbles-mc for cheerleading and beta-ing

Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Moodboard by me, with robot image by Rafael Amarante 

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Summary: Bucky and Nat had a date night planned, but you know what’s said about best laid plans?

Relationships: Established Bucky x Nat, Established Sam x Steve, Cap Quartet friendship.

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: Crack, Sass, Snark, Flirting, Innuendo, Swearing, Robots being smashed, a bad-guy getting his come-uppance, Sam and Steve are like a pair of horny teenagers, Bucky is done, Nat is always right.

Bucky came to a halt a few feet from the bunker entrance, his back pressed to the smooth, grey concrete with his assault rifle held in his right hand. Snowflakes swirled around him.  

This was not how he’d intended spending his Friday, but here he was. The bad-guys never had any respect for his plans, the bastards. Or rather his and Nat’s plans. Not that they’d had anything major organised, just a quiet night in, the pair of them, the cat’s, a box set, some wine and some blini’s. Maybe a little ‘something-something’ later on, if he played his cards right.

But, here he was, in the freezing cold - and god-knows he hated the cold for many legitimate reasons - waiting for the signal from Nat, before the pair of them stormed in to save Sam and Steve from whatever-the-fuck mess the pair of them had managed to get themselves in to. If Bucky recalled the briefing notes he’d skimmed over on the way here, it was robots of some sort. Which was better than aliens, and a one hundred percent improvement on wizards. That Strange guy gave him the willies, despite Tony’s assurance that his cough friend was on their side. He still wasn’t sold on Howard’s son’s judgement, despite the years that had passed since the ‘Siberia Incident’.

Robots, though - he could handle those. To steal a line from Bruce, with robots he could “smash”, and not feel bad. Not that he felt bad when he punched aliens. Or wizards. But robots were like Nazi’s. Not sentient in Bucky’s humble opinion.

He did briefly wonder how Steve and Sam had managed to get themselves captured, but that knowledge would wait for later. They’d probably got distracted from the mission because they were making out or something equally as stupid. They could at least keep the PDAs to a minimum in the field, like he and Nat did. Although he did get it - Steve could let himself be seen now, in a way he hadn’t been able to back in the day.  And Bucky wasn’t blind, Sam was an attractive man, even if he did act like a cocky dickhead about it ninety nine percent of the time.

“Stupid Steve and stupid Sam.” He hadn’t even realised he’d muttered under his breath until a slightly tinny voice sounded in his ear.

“Be nice, Yasha. They are our friends after all. Even if they did ruin our date night.”

Bucky’s lips twitched upwards at Nat’s admonishment. “Can you blame me, malyshka? I was looking forward to a night-in with my best girls. All cuddled up together, all cosy. Maybe a bit of kissing, a bit of…”

“Okay, cool it lover-boy. I don’t think Al and Liho would be appreciative of your kisses.”

Bucky’s smile broadened and he let a bit of ‘40’s’ into his voice. “Is that your way of saying that you would be?”

“I plead the fifth.” He could hear the smile in Nat’s voice. “Now, get ready. I’ve almost reached the East Entrance. We need to breach together.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, glad that Nat wouldn’t be able to see.

“Not my first time out, Natalia. Just because Steve likes to go in without a plan and Sam seems to have adopted his technique, doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sense of strategy. I’m ready on your mark. As always.”

“The way it should be. But James, don’t roll your eyes at me. You know how it annoys me when you’re passive aggressive. Now…breach!”

Bucky pushed away from the wall and kicked in the door. He rolled through the opening, coming to a halt on his knees, gun raised. 

There wasn’t anyone or anything there.

“No bogies here, Nat. You?”

“Nothing. It’s suspiciously quiet.”

Bucky rose to his feet and slung his rifle over his shoulder.

“I’ll work myself toward the centre and meet you there. First to find our disaster gays buys pizza.”

He heard Nat laugh over the comms, clear and unaffected. “You always make it so easy for me, kotenok.”

“Only because you’re easy for me.” Bucky couldn’t help but tease her. He could imagine the faint pink blush dusting her cheekbones about now. She was probably doing that cute nose wrinkle too.

“Bucky!” Nat hissed, but her tone didn’t hold any real censure.

“Okay, okay. I’m all business now. I promise. See you soon.”

Bucky pulled one of his knives from its sheath, gave it a cursory flip to check the balance, and then made his way toward the next door. If there was anything behind it, it would know Bucky was there - he hadn’t exactly been quiet when he’d come through the first door. He placed himself on the hinge side of the door, noting that this one opened towards him, and with a steadying breath, he pulled it open.

Immediately, laser blasts peppered the space Bucky would have been standing in if he’d opened the door like a normal person. He observed the rhythm of the shots for a few seconds, then rounded the door, his knife flying forward from his hand. There was a satisfying thunk, followed by a crash as the robot landed on the floor. Bucky walked towards the pile of metal, taking in its form as he pulled his knife from its ocular sensor. Why mad scientists had to mimic human biology by putting the CPU in the most obvious place constantly baffled him, but at least it made it easy.

He didn’t have long to ponder though. He heard a whirring noise and looked up to see four more robots bearing down on him. Sheathing his knife, Bucky unslung his rifle, holding it in his right hand. With his left he picked up the late robot to use as a shield. He felt the impact of the laser blasts, and peaked around the metal shell to aim his weapon. He squeezed the trigger, letting off three bullets at a time, and kept moving forward. One of the robots wouldn’t go down, so as Bucky approached it, he decided to use the one he was holding as a bludgeon. There was the screech of metal on metal, and the fizzing of wires as they broke, still sparking, then there was a pile of twisted steel on the floor. He opened his comms.

“Everything okay, sweetheart? I’ve had a few tin cans to deal with over here.”

“Doing fine, baby. Hang on…” Nat went silent for a moment, but Bucky knew it was just because she was concentrating. He heard the high-pitch whine of her Widow’s Bite deploying, followed by a hollow clang sound and then she was back. “How many have you taken out?”

Bucky looked around him.

“Five.”

“Ha! Six. I’m winning.”

“Malyshka, our competition isn’t about numbers, remember?” Bucky drawled, letting a small amount of condescension into his voice.

“Yours might not be, but mine is.” God, he loved this woman. She challenged him everyday and he couldn’t get enough.

“Always gotta be the winner, huh?”

“No ‘gotta’ about it. Just ‘am’, kitten.” He could see her smirk in his head. She was probably coyly twisting a lock of hair around her finger as she spoke as well. “Now, I gotta get into that next room.”

The comm line went quiet again and Bucky smiled to himself as he thought about all the ways he was gonna worship her when they got home. After he’d torn a strip off Steve and Sam for being idiots. However, he had to find them first.

He wasn’t surprised to discover more robots as he entered the next area of the bunker. They weren’t too difficult to deal with, especially considering how frustrated Bucky was feeling. A couple of laser shots grazed his jacket, the burning leather smell filling his nose unpleasantly. A replacement jacket was definitely coming out of Steve’s pocket.

Six more robots lay in a sparking, dented mess on the floor, but he just walked around them, moving forward. It was only a minute until he came upon a bulkhead door, the mechanism for opening it on his side. Bucky could also see that the door was dented, hit from the inside in what he assumed was an attempt to open it from the other side by someone exceedingly strong. It would take a lot to deform it like that.

“If you’re not behind this door, Steve”, Bucky muttered under his breath, “I’m gonna kill you.” He reshouldered his rifle and grabbed hold of the bulkhead wheel. It was tightly closed and the metal groaned under Bucky’s hands as he turned it. “Fuck Sam and fuck Steve, idiotic, stupid idiots.” He didn't know exactly what he was going to find when he got in there, but he wasn’t too worried. They might have some scrapes and bruises, at the worst be unconscious, but they were tough and no two-bit robot maker was going to get the best of them. Not for long anyway. 

The catch on the door fully opened and Bucky pulled it ajar. He slipped through but came to a dead halt at what he saw. This was definitely not what he expected to find. In fact, he was so taken aback that he didn’t notice the door swinging shut behind him, until he heard the clunk.

Sam and Steve leapt apart. Steve’s short blond hair was sticking up all over the place, evidence of Sam’s fingers having been threaded through it. Both their lips were kiss swollen, and their chests were heaving. Steve pulled the shield across his lap. Sam just used his hands to cover his crotch.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes shut. “Really, guys? You get stuck in the lair of a mad robot inventor, so you just end up making out like teenagers?” Steve flushed, his ears going bright pink, but Sam just gave Bucky a grin.

“What can I say, man. Stevie boy can’t keep his hands off me, even when we’re in mortal danger.”

Steve shot Sam a glare. “It wasn’t like that. We tried to get out, but the doors were too thick, and glass didn’t want to break either.” Steve waved over to the far wall, which was half glass, and appeared to have some kind of observation room on the other side. There was a door in that wall too, as equally as dented as the one Bucky had come through, giving credence to Steve’s story that they’d at least attempted to get out before getting bored and starting to get handsy with each other. “We knew you’d come when we didn’t check in, so we were just waiting. But you’re here now.”

“Unfortunately, though,” Sam drawled, “Because you let that door shut behind you, we’re now all stuck.”

“As long as you two don’t start sucking face again.” Bucky made a gagging noise.

“No chance of that, Bucko. Don’t you know that cyborgs kill the mood,” Sam fired back.

Bucky raised an eyebrow and cocked his hip. “Nat doesn’t seem to think so.” He held up his left hand and wiggled his fingers, the vibranium plates clinking and servos whirring. “In fact she…”

“...Would most likely kill you for having this conversation.” Steve cut him off. “And speaking of Nat…”

Steve pointed into the observation room, where the door into it had burst open and a man in a white lab coat and goggles was staggering through it, a very angry Russian redhead sat atop his shoulders. Nat rained blows down onto the man's face before doing her patented twisty thing where she spun herself down and hurled the guy across the room by his neck. He crashed into a table which had various electronics and tools across it, and didn’t get up. Nat, of course, landed on her feet and tossed her hair back. At that moment, Bucky didn’t think he could love her more.

Nat walked over to the control panel, a swagger in her steps. She peered down at it for a few moments and then pressed a button. The door to the side of the glass opened with a creak and Nat sauntered over and pushed it further open.

“I win, kotenok.” 

Bucky reached in a few long strides and, in an uncharacteristic display of public affection, wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close.

“How do you figure that, sweetheart? I was obviously here first, and we haven’t done the final count of robots dispatched.” He smiled down at her and brushed a stray lock of hair back from her face.

“But I took out him,” she jerked her head in the direction of the felled robot creator, “and you got yourself trapped in with Dumb and Dumber over there. I think that means I can rightly claim the win.”

Somewhere behind them, Sam shouted out “Hey!” but both Bucky and Nat ignored him.

“You think, do you? I’m not sure I agree.” Bucky’s lips twisted up into an amused smile and Nat reached up and bopped her finger against the tip of his nose.

“Of course you don’t agree. You’re always wrong, Yasha. Now, let’s get home and you and I can try and salvage the rest of date night. You owe me a pizza.” She slipped effortlessly from his hold and spun away. Bucky looked over his shoulder at Steve and Sam and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say ‘what are you gonna do?’ and followed in her wake, picking up their unconscious captive and throwing him over his shoulder on the way.

They got outside and as they neared the two jets Bucky looked over at Nat, silent communication passing between them. She jogged towards the jet they’d arrived in for their rescue mission and Bucky peeled off toward the one that Sam and Steve had used. He jogged up the ramp ahead of his friends, and as he reached the top he pressed the ramp close button and dumped the robot maker on the floor.

“Um, Buck… What are you doing?” Steve called out to him through the narrowing gap. Bucky grinned back. “It’s only a two hour flight back to the compound. Surely you can wrap your legs around your boyfriend for that long.” He shot a wink at their outraged faces as the ramp closed and then whistled to himself as he made his way to the cockpit. 

Childish? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely.

Bucky sat down in the pilot’s seat, put the headphones on and switched to his and Nat’s private comms channel as he started the jet up.

“So, malyshka, what do you want on your pizza?”

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[theycallme-thejackal]

After Carnegie Hall, Midge and Lenny agreeing in just be friends but then they going to an event and both of them with a plus one (kinda of a friend plus one) and both realizing they don't want to just be friends. A little bit of jealousy fic please.

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

She is utterly stunning.

She's got the Marilyn hair, the lips of Ava Gardner, and the body of a Playboy centerfold.

It makes Midge want to vomit.

Gordon Ford stands next to her as they sip their drinks and chat together, and for not the first time, she wishes there was any sort of attraction between them. But after he kissed her that one time, they both realized there was absolutely nothing sexual between them.

She looks past him at where Lenny stands with his date, and she notices the way he's looking at her. It's a look she's never seen directed her way.

He's...bored.

She's beautiful, and she's talking to him and her hand does that thing where it touches his arm for just a moment, and there is nothing behind his eyes. He just sips his drink and talks to her politely.

---

Midge shouldn't care. It was her idea to go back to being just friends.

But as Lenny pretends to listen to the most vapid woman in the world chattering away about god-knows-what, he feels Midge’s eyes burning into him, and he knows.

She’s jealous.

That was not the intent. It wasn’t... Except somewhere deep down in his battered soul, it probably was. 

Betty gets distracted by someone more famous than Lenny (he doesn’t care to ask) and leaves him standing there by himself, free to watch his friend from across the room. She’s talking to Gordon now, and if it weren’t for the fact that he’s so goyish it’s unbelievable, he might think they make a nice couple.

As it is, he knows she has no interest in Ford. Not with the way her eyes keep flicking away to catch a glance at Lenny. The next time they do, he subtly jerks his head and strides toward the exit, hoping she’ll follow.

She finds him leaning against the side of the building and offers her a cigarette. She opts to take the one already between his lips. “Enjoying the party?” He asks with a chuckle as he pockets the rest.

“I am now,” she replies on the exhale.

Lenny smirks, one hand in his pocket, the other on his mouth. “What are we doing, Midge?”

She shrugs, taking another drag before handing it to him again. “Smoking and avoiding the awful music playing in there. Really, you’d think with the budget for a party like this - ”

“Midge,” he implores gently. “Are we really going to stand here and make small talk about the party?”

She moves next to him, leaning her back against the wall. “Have you met me? I can talk all night about absolutely nothing.”

Lenny sighs, taking a drag from the cigarette. “If we’re going to be friends, I think we need to draw some boundaries. You can’t...The flirting and jealousy and...” He shakes his head, feeling her gaze on him as he looks at his cigarette lightly stained with her lipstick. “It’s not fair, Midge. I didn’t want to be just friends in the first place.”

He finally manages to look at her then. “I’m sorry, Lenny,” she breathes. “I just...got scared,” she admits. “I was so afraid of what would happen if we really tried to make a relationship work. What if it blew up in our faces?”

“So you decided to spend the last year torturing me,” he retorts, stepping away from her. He takes the last drag of his cigarette and tosses it aside angrily.

“That’s not fair!”

“No, what’s not fair is that every time I feel like maybe I can move on, you do something that makes me continue clinging to the idea of us.”

He watches her for a long moment as she tries to form words. “Lenny, the last time I loved someone this much, he left me with my suitcase.” Her words steal the breath from his lungs, the anger from his bones, and the beating of his heart. “I didn’t see it coming. I was so happy, and I thought he was, too, and then he just left. How am I supposed to trust that that’s not going to happen again?”

“I’m not Joel,” he responds insistently, looking into her eyes. “I have more than two brain cells to rub together, and every single one of them is telling me that I would have to be a total schmuck to ever hurt you the way he did. Because you are the most incredible person I have ever known.”

Midge looks at him with watery eyes and bites her lip in an attempt to stop them from overflowing. “I'm scared, Lenny,” she whispers.

He steps toward her, every instinct he has urging him to hold her, but he doesn’t. “Honey, I would rather spend twenty-four hours listening to the most boring woman on the planet” - he gestures toward the door - “than do anything to hurt you.” 

At this point, he’s helpless against his own urge to reach for her, and he takes her hand gently in one of his. “Lenny,” she breathes.

“Midge, I am...hopelessly in love with you,” he admits quietly. “And if you give me the chance, I will never leave you with or without your suitcase.”

He finally gets a quiet laugh out of her, and then they meet in the middle for a kiss.

[saberstars]

Stop Laughing

Pairing: Female Y/N & Loki

Fluff & drunk flirting

Warnings: Drunk Reader, very minor manhandling, jealous Loki, lemme know if there is more I should add?

Summary: You’ve dranken quite a bit tonight & Loki makes sure you get home safe. One conversation leads to another causing Loki to confess his feelings to you despite you being a tad giggly tipsy.

Word Count: 2346

Notes: I drank for the first time in a while a week or so ago and I had a dream so uh this is based on that. I also haven’t written & posted shit publicly in god knows how long so uh yeah. Enjoy

You & Loki had been “friends” for about a year now. It was a friendship neither of you thought would have ever developed though. You were both Polar Opposites. Loki was calculated, poised, and intimidating while you on the other hand were loud, clumsy & bubbly. You were just optimistic in nature whereas Loki viewed the world as dark and cloudy. You brought the best out of each other somehow.

Loki would never admit it but he did over time become fond of you, and you him. The raven haired man began to enjoy your presence. He never went out of his way to invite you to do things though, since you just naturally did it for him. To be fair you followed him like a puppy with its owner. Some of the team showed concern by asking about it at times but you would both nonchalantly brush it off. “We are just friends, who happened to be joined at the hip.” Both of you only figured the concern was just a natural response due to Loki’s nature he had shown before turning over a new leaf & accepting a deal that was proposed to him. The deal consisted of Help Protect Midgard or remain Imprisoned. Both Asgard & Shield have come together to form the contract of said deal, which Loki accepted at the time with the scheme of eventually finding a way out of it.

The tower was near empty, Tony had taken Pepper out for their anniversary, Steve was with Sam & Bucky bowling, leaving Natasha, Bruce & Thor to have fair game to the place You on the other hand had plans for Loki & yourself. You approached the library with a skip in your step. Kicking the door open gives a twirl upon your entry.

“You, Me, the bar. You’re going to have fun with me tonight instead of moping in the library like an angsty teenager.” you declared not really giving him the option to say no.

Loki ignored your display and chose not to entertain such a demand his eyes glued to his current read. He was under the impression as if he acted like he didn't hear you it would deter you from the idea. He was very wrong.

“Ignoring me huh? Good sir I thought you were raised to have manners?” Y/n teased making her way forward leaning in over his book attempting to read the page.

Again Loki ignored you, attempting to finish his last chapter quickly before you had the opportunity to spoil it for him. You did that alot now ever since he had done the same to you.

“He dies, she gets sad,& uses necromancy to bring him back but it backfires and he eats her. Not in a pleasant way either.” You muttered out, straightening yourself back up.

Loki slammed the book shut with a hiss, although it was just a summary of the overall story he still was irritated by what you had disclosed to him about the book.

“No, I don't want to go & be surrounded by bumbling buffoons. I get enough of it from my brother's presence.” Loki responded before tossing the book onto the cushion beside him.

“But I am a helpless mortal woman with no other godly friends to spend the evening with” Y/n raised her hand to her forehead posing in a dramatic form with a wine.

Loki rolled his eyes scoffing at her dramatization of the predicament. He thought to himself for a moment when he noticed you had begun begging with your eyes for him to truly join you. You were too nice for your own good at times. Loki would never admit it, but you were his favorite. He had taken a particular unexplainable liking to you, finding comfort in your presence. Maybe it was because you treated him with respect, despite knowing what he had done in the past. Where as everyone else expected him to fuck up and go back to old habits. You made him want to be “good”. The asgardian sighed letting out an elongated breath finally agreeing to your invitation.

“Fine, but I’m not drinking. Your realms taste is grotesque when it comes to such.” he muttered standing himself upright. It wasn't that he actually hated the liquor on Midgard, it was just not strong enough for him to even enjoy. It would cost too much to even get a bit tipsy with how weak you mortals made it. When you had grabbed his arm and dragged him out the tower down the street to the bar Loki had an unamused expression plastered to his face the entire time. He disliked how loud & rambunctious it was. The music was horrendous & no one had class. Well no one but you. For the most part you were pretty much the same when drunk, you just laughed a lot more and your humor was more prominent.

Loki watched as you kicked back several shots of cherry McGillicutties. He sat with water of all things finding pleasure in watching you enjoy yourself. Eventually a smiled tugged at his lips watching you dance, wiggle, and sing nearby. You spent more time near him chatting about a variety of things, that was until a man had garnered your attention.

Loki watched him pull you away across the room. His smile dropped as his eyes narrowed keeping a close watchful eye on the two of you. To be fair he was quite displeased that you has “abandoned” him in such a place as you had invited him there. He knew it wasn't a date per say but he wished it was deep down.

The man who spoke to you had a rather distrustful vibe, he bought you drinks, told you jokes, & whispered into your ear. He scoffed, not understanding how oblivious you were to his advances. It became blatantly obvious that the man was growing frustrated with you. Over time his expression, mannerism, and posture showed impatience and distress. None of which you picked up on at any point. Loki grew jealous he watched like a hawk, others may have found it creepy or strange but he didn’t care. He was just being protective right? Watching over you like you would him. You began to feel dizzy as the room spun a tad. You knew you were quickly reaching your limit when it came to drinking so you set your glass down finally attempting to excuse yourself.

“I think I need some air.” Y/n finally spoke up, excusing herself in which the man grabbed her by the wrist. You looked up quite frightened by the man's sudden switch in demeanor frozen in place. All of you training, self defense, ect failing to kick into gear. You panicked opening your mouth to speak but forgetting how. You searched for words, anything, to say no so you could just leave when suddenly Loki had popped up behind you grabbing your free wrist for himself. . “The lady said she wanted air, You should probably let go of her for your sake.” Loki warned with a hiss. His blue eyes were as sharp as daggers piercing through the man. It was the only warning Loki was going to give him. Despite that the man's grip on your wrist didn't loosen causing you to wince. You were stuck between the two like a tug of war prize trying not to throw up due to the stress the situation caused. Loki’s eyes flared with a sense of rage, his fingers curling around the man's hand that had yours trapped. With one squeeze Loki snapped it, causing the man to shriek in pain whilst dropping to his knees. Curses & screams exploded from his mouth causing everyone to pause and look at Loki & you. “L-loki what the fuck?! You can't just break someone's wrist?!” You squelched out.

“I can & did for your sake so let's go.” uttered feeling no shame in his actions. When he went to turn and lead you out the door he felt resistance. You had stood still staring him down in a fearful manner, it was a look he had never received from you which pained him. “Don’t look at me like that. I saved you” Loki said, trying to justify his actions. You were drunk & clearly panicked and he only did what he felt was right of him in that situation. Your feet were glued to where you stood and at this point Loki had enough. He knew you were incapable of fending for yourself if he had left you there. But he also knew that you both couldn't stay there much longer. You had caused a commotion, a bouncer or security would soon probably throw Loki out. With a growl Loki grabbed your waist, earning a surprise, hoisting you over his shoulders like a sack carrying you out to the street in an attempt to drag you safely home. “Loki, you put me down this instant!” your hands balled into fists bumping his lower back.

“No, I don't want you moseying back to that poor excuse for a man apologizing for what I did to him.” He spat back, tossing her a bit trying to adjust her position on his shoulder. “Stop squirming or I might drop you.” He added.

You kicked her feet up in defiance with a growl of irritants.

“I thought you were a god, I thought gods were strong? Am I too heavy for a god too carry without dropping?” You teased with a giggly of mischief.

Loki knew you were baiting him, horribly in fact.

“That’s cute, I liked that.” Loki commented observing the mischievous giggle you had emitted.

“How bout this, You promise to walk back without any issues & maybe I’ll put you down. Deal?” It was a generous offer, or so he thought it was. If he had his way he’d carry you the entire way, up to your room. & drop you in there locking you in for the night if it meant he could sleep knowing you were safe.

“I’ll take that deal. What happens if I break it though?” y/n teased yet again testing his patience.

“Then you’ll lose my trust.” He stated plainly trying to ignore her drunken flirtations. Y/n had propped her elbow up in between his shoulder blades so she could rest her head in her hand. There was silence between the two as he paced forward until suddenly he swung her down back to her feet. She squeaked as her feet hit the pavement, her eyes meeting his.

“Aw such a gentleman.” y/n complimented with a smug expression. Loki rolled his eyes to the side before grabbing her upper arm forcing her to walk with him so they could just be home already.

“Hey Loki, Why did the banana go to the hospital?” y/n was setting this man up for her drunk puns and he knew it. Loki chuckled in defeat for a moment trying to hold back his answer so he could entertain her. “I don't know what?”

“Because it was Peeling badddd.” she giggled out whilst leaning into him. Loki shook his head trying to keep his laughter silent.

“You never cease to be obnoxiously amusing.” This comment caused you to laugh some more. You didn’t know why but you were at the point where almost anything would sound humorous to you. Loki admired it, even when you were drunk you found a way to make a situation joyous. It was infectious too whether he'd admit it or not. He didn’t know for how long he was staring at your smile, the way the moonlight hit your skin, while listening to your horrible puns. Before you both knew it you had been standing outside the tower having semi normal banter despite your blood alcohol level. At times you made no sense but in others you did. He hadn't laughed this much in a while even with you. His cheeks were starting to hurt a bit.

“Hey y/n I know this probably isn’t the best time but I want to tell you something important.” he interrupted, feeling this would be the only time he'd ever be able to tell you how he felt. Maybe it was because he secretly hoped you wouldn’t remember by morning due to the fact he felt he didn't deserve you.

You continued laughing, finding his seriousness ridiculous, you didn't understand how he could go from all trickster to stone cold serious so fast.

“Just listen, real closely to me ok… And Stop laughing.” Loki spoke sternly trying to get you to relax enough so he could speak without your giggles interrupting him. You obliged stifling them the best you could.

“Ok ok, what is it?” You asked filled with curiosity. Loki slowly yet carefully placed his hands on your shoulders as if they were made of glass. He didn’t know why but for some reason all of his confidence left his body. He inhaled shakily trying to find the words before speaking.

“I like you, well Love actually & I don’t care if you don't feel the same way I just thought you should know.'' His words were rapid as a bead of sweat ran down his temple.

“I know.” Y/n replied plainly.

“Wait what? You know? How do you know?” Loki asked, a bit surprised by her reaction.

“You haven't really been as discreet as you thought you were, and neither was I.” she giggled out, quite amused by his nervous state. Loki let go of her leaning back tilting his head trying to wrap his mind around her words, it all slowly making sense to him.

“It’s ok I won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell~” Y/n teased before spinning around like she normally did in his presence. Loki shook his head with a smirk before opening the door for her leading y/n inside.

‘I think that’s a deal I'll accept for now.“ Loki replied, giving her a nod & a wink allowing the tower entrance door to close behind the two of them.