#i really like this one and i'm absolutely baffled that i managed the pose so well without a reference

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

version without the background + a closeup of the face/hand under the cut 'cause i'm really proud of it

normally i'd put references here too for a piece like this (idk i just like having extra stuff to put in) but i uh. did not use any. so it's surprising the anatomy is this good!

[allisfairinnullandvoid]

Hmm, now I'm picturing Wakaba as the lead researcher, since she's implied to experiment on people... And, as a side note, I dunno if you had plans to include him, but all this time I've kinda been imagining Dojima as Adachi's boss, because. yeah. And, while him wanting to kill Mookie hurts my Dojiruki heart a little, the idea of him having a homoerotic obsession with capturing him really gets to me sadsfdghjg

As for something more self-indulgent.... Do you think Mookie has scars from the capturing and experimenting incident? Scars that Adachi could, I dunno, kiss better? Though I doubt Adachi would want to do that lol, but maybe he could do it while he thinks Mookie is asleep and no one is watching... :3

Wakaba WOULD be the lead researcher. It honestly fits her really well - I could see her researching about merfolk for days on end and when she finally decides she wants to find some to experiment on, everyone’s like “Oh, but merfolk aren’t real!” or “Those things are just legends.” and so on and so forth, but when she manages to actually find some her research team’s absolutely baffled by it.

Also… Perhaps… Dojima’s homoerotic obsession with capturing Maruki could be due to Wakaba’s experiments as well…?

I’m half joking here, but also I kind of like the idea. After Rumi and Maruki get released, Wakaba wants more merfolk to experiment on because there’s still more she wants to learn, so she hires Dojima and his crew to get more for her? They could be well known for their fruitful hunting, and he probably just doesn’t recognize Maruki as the merman she’d previously experimented on. Or he does and realizes how valuable it might be to bring him back to her, seeing as she could learn more about the magic without Rumi posing as a threat to everyone’s lives.

There’s also just him hunting for them because of their rarity and value, but… I’m really liking the other idea more lol…

ALSO ADACHI KISSING MARUKI’S SCARS……. OOHNYYHFGyhgjghhyfhtugh…………. Please please pleeeeaaaaaaase I NEED IT

It could lead to a wholesome moment honestly… Adachi realizes Maruki’s more down in the dumps than usual, he’s staring at his scars, just getting reminded of painful memories. Adachi feels bad that he’s so upset, and also that he hasn’t done much in return ever since Maruki saved his life… So he just… Traces the scars gently… Kisses them… Maruki asks what he’s doing and Adachi says its his own sort of magic kiss, or the closest thing to it, and he probably internally cringes while saying it… But he tells Maruki that despite the scars and the memories attached to them that he’s still pretty… That they don’t define him and that they show just how strong and resilient he is… Anything to make Mookie feel better… And I bet Mookie would feel so grateful and cuddly afterwards… Ohhh god I love these two so much.

[kitkatd7]

Little Green Dress

Summary: Loki sees you wearing his signature color at one of Tony's parties.

I'm gonna be honest the original point of this story was for the main focus to be on the dress and turn to smut but my mind went a different direction so I'm sorry!

Loki x Reader

Warnings: None? Idk maybe a curse word or 2

Word Count: 2,419

Masterlist

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Walking through the mall with Natasha and Wanda, you scan the store windows for the perfect dress. You had been searching for hours but hadn’t found the perfect one for Tony’s party.

The girls already had theirs, Wanda’s was a gorgeous strapless floor-length gown in navy blue.

And Nat’s a black, high-low hem style dress, and an open back beside the two flimsy straps that cross.

But you hadn’t found what you were looking for yet. You knew exactly what you wanted, but it seemed no one had it.

Walking a few paces behind your best friends, you stop momentarily to examine a champagne dress with sequins parading down the skirt, turning away from it and seeing Wanda waving frantically at you from a few shops down. Walking over to where she is standing, you ask, “Okay Wan, what’s so importa-” cutting off as you gasp in surprise.

This, this was the dress. It was absolutely perfect. The three of you rushed into the store, looking around for an employee or manager. Locating the manager, you asked her if you could try on the dress, to which she kindly obliged as you were “Those famous Avengers” in her words. After acquiring the dress, you bustle towards the dressing rooms with your friends close behind.

Walking out of the stall you stop and pose with one hand on your hip in front of the girls, giving it an experimental twirl while looking in the mirror.

“So, whatcha think?” you ask, looking down at the beautiful dark green dress that swirled around your ankles. to say it was breath-taking would be an understatement. It had a slit that came halfway up your thigh and an intricate gold pattern around the waist, an open back and a low neckline.

“I think, someone wants to impress a certain tall, dark and brooding Asgardian prince.” Nat states matter-of-factly while smirking at you.

“Wha-what?” you splutter while blushing, “That's preposterous! i just like the color is all...”

“Oh, so is that why we spent the last 5 hours looking for a dress that specifically HAD to be dark green with gold?” Wanda questioned you, a similar smirk on her face and her eyes glittering with amusement. “I suppose it's just a coincidence that those happen to be Loki’s signature color, hmm?” she continues teasing you while you blush an even darker shade of red.

“Okay so fine! I wanted to impress him just a little, what’s wrong with that?” you tell them, exasperated. “Oh, nothing’s wrong with that Sugar, we just want you to be honest with yourself.” Nat jumps in again, still playing the know-it-all role. “Well can we go now? I’m hungry.” you plead, throwing a pout in their direction while walking towards the dressing room to change again.

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Sitting on the countertop of your bathroom vanity, you try to stay still as Natasha applies your glittering gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner effortlessly. She always did your eye makeup as you were terrible at doing it yourself. But in return you did her hair, that was your forte. “So, what do you want me to do with your hair tonight?” you question while hoping down from your perch.

“Surprise me.” She turns to sit with her back to you as Wanda walks in; dress on, makeup done... and hair in a frenzy. “Y/N! You have to fix this!” She screeches, gesturing towards her head while her hair flew every which way.

“Okay, okay! I can fix it, just calm down.” you tell her, trying to keep her from panicking. “I can’t calm down! This is a disaster! Vision is waiting for me downstairs and he said he has a surprise and I was supposed to be down there 10 minutes ago, and I'm late and can't fix this!” she continues, looking almost in tears at her dilemma. “Wanda Django Maximoff! Sit down and calm down before I have to pin you to the floor with my bare hands!” you half-shout at her. She stills and then sits next to Nat, calming down slightly at the use of her full name and threat, even though you both know you would never really do that to her.

“Now let me fix it.” you say, moving to stand behind her. taking out several types of brushes you tame her wild strands, then quickly add several braids before looping them into a delicate bun at the base of her head. “Okay now shoo! You don’t want to be later than necessary.” you say, laughing and ushering her towards the door. “Thank you, Babe! I’ll see you later!” she yells over her shoulder while practically running down the hallway.

Chuckling to yourself, you walk back into the bathroom and do Natasha’s hair, adding several roses throughout the thick braid that cascaded down the side of her head.

Swiftly pulling your own hair back out of your face, you twist it this way and that until it’s all in a perfect little bunch at the base of your skull, pulling out a few strands here and there to frame your face and giving it an effortless look. All while chatting away with your best friend about anything and everything.

Finally putting on your dress, you pick up your phone to find a new message.

Wan: Where are you? Someone is waiting for you

Rolling your eyes, you type out a response.

You: Be there in a minute, just adding some finishing touches.

Walking back into the bathroom, you stand next to Nat as she finishes her makeup. You start applying another layer of light pink lipstick when your phone buzzes.

Wan: You better hurry, this is the 9th time he has checked his watch in the last 3 minutes.

Opting to not answer, you shove your phone into the hidden pocket of your dress before heading downstairs with Nat.

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Checking his watch again, Loki lets out an exasperated breath. Women. Why must they always take so long to get ready?

Glancing towards the door for the umpteenth time in the past hour, he sees Natasha walk in, but no sign of Y/N.

You stop and take a moment to admire him before approaching. Wearing a jet-black suit and gold watch (which he seemed to be constantly checking) he looked gorgeous. His hair slicked back neatly, accenting his sharp cheekbones and jawline.

Checking his watch once more, he’s startled when he hears a familiar voice.

“Were you looking for someone?” you ask with a dazzling smile.

Letting his gaze rake down and then up your being, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. “You look- wow.” was all he could manage.

“That bad huh?” you joke, letting out a gentle laugh.

“No, i mean...you look absolutely radiant.” he assures you, offering a slow smile while his gaze trails slowly across you once more. As if realizing the impropriety, he quickly averts his eyes. Clearing his throat, he briskly walks away in a flurry, muttering something about getting you both drinks.

Turning around, you notice Wanda who had been watching the whole exchange and was now smiling at you with a knowing look. Giving her a playful eye roll, you turn back to see Loki approaching, champagne flutes in hand and a smile gracing his features. His eyes sparkling in such a way that they matched the bubbling drinks he was holding.

“Here’s your drink.” he says, your fingertips brushing his as you except the fizzing liquid.

“Thank you.”

“You look positively lovely tonight, Lady Y/N!” Thor boomed as he came up and wrapped you in a bear hug, practically suffocating you in the process. “Thank you, Thor! Just um, maybe not so tight?” you laugh, returning the hug and looking helplessly over his shoulder at Loki who’s regarding his brother with quiet indifference.

Next came Sam, “Don’t you look dashing!” he exclaims, giving you a quick peck on the cheek and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Thank you! all three of you look charming as well!” you compliment. They did look stunning, but Loki more so.

How dare he? How dare he touch her like that? So casually, with his arm encircling her waist. All Loki wanted to do at that moment was rip the insufferable man’s hands off of his girl... His girl. Were you his? He didn’t know, but he desperately wanted you to be. With these thoughts on replay on his mind, he stalked away, disappearing into the throng of people, leaving you confused and slightly hurt.

Wanda had watched Loki march away from you, his shoulders squared and jaw set, eyes glittering with rage.

Following him to the bar, she sat beside him on a barstool as he orders scotch on the rocks. Great, now he was drinking.

“You need to tell her how you feel, I see the way you look at her.” she states.

“Hmph, and why should I do that? so I can be rejected and humiliated?” he growls into his glass. “You know I can see her emotions and thoughts, right?” she says, causing his eyes to jump from the glass to hers, looking somewhere between hope and fear.

“Well how does she feel about me then?” he demands angrily, tracing the rim of his glass with his fingertip.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” she snaps, “You’ve wasted the past 6 months burying your feelings for her, when you could have just told her how you felt, but no. Mr. above all mortals, you brushed her off whenever she attempted to be friendly or flirt and involve you in group activities!” Wanda raved, fed up with the cold shoulder routine he had been using for the past half year. “how dare you-” Loki began, looking slightly furious and baffled at her outbreak.

“No! I am not done speaking! Now shut up and listen, she commanded before continuing. “you kept her at arm's length. And do you have any idea how long we searched for that damn dress? 5 hours. 5 grueling hours, searching every store in the city. She wanted to impress you, and then you stalk off over nothing! For your information, you have no reason to be jealous of Sam,the have been best friends since she moved to the tower. She even set him up with her friend for goodness sake! And he has been dating Sharon ever since. Now man- or god up, or whatever it is and fix the fact that you just walked out on her.” she finished, ordered a drink and walked away, leaving Loki at the bar conflicted with his choice he had to make.

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Shortly Sam disappeared to get a drink of his own, while Thor continued to entertain you with stories of his and Loki's childhood. As Thor continues, he receives a glare from Loki who had just reappeared at your side as Thor launched into the story.

“And there was the time when we created Get Help!” Thor tells you, laughing at the memory. Still glaring, Loki asks, “Brother, don’t you have somewhere else to act stupid?”

Pausing in his story, Thor gives his brother a thoughtful look, as if seriously considering the question before answering, “not at the moment, no.”

As if she knew what you needed, Wanda came over and dragged Thor away under the pretense of buying him a drink, even though drinks were free. But Thor didn’t need to know that.

Glancing over, you see Loki staring across the dance floor, but his gaze is unfocused, distracted. Reaching out you rest your hand on Loki's forearm to get his attention. His eyes jump back to you, mumbling an apology he drops his gaze, suddenly finding his shoes very interesting.

“Are you going to ask me to dance or what?” you ask, somewhere between a huff of annoyance and a laugh, causing his gaze to snap back to you, and giving you a mute nod. Grasping his hand, you pull him towards the dance floor, drawing him closer so that your arms loop around his neck as his hands settle on your waist.

You dance together like that for a few moments, no words between you, just dancing and enjoying the company. Looking up into his blue eyes, you finally ask the question that’s been pressing you. “why did you get so jealous of Sammy?”

Huffing as if the question is beneath him, he looks away slightly, not answering your question. When you continue to stare, he finally gives in. “I wasn’t jealous.” He scoffs lightly as if to prove his point, even though he was blatantly lying.

“Loki…please don’t lie to me, I hate being lied to.” at this he stiffens slightly against you.

“I just-” he sighs, stopping short to collect his thoughts. Running your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck, you wait for him to continue. He shivers at the movements of your hands, closing his eyes and soaking in the feeling. What he would give to have you do that under different circumstances.

“Here, let me show something.” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto an outdoor balcony, turning so he’s facing you.

“Loki-” you begin before he grabs your hips and pulls you towards him, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle but searing kiss. You burry your hands into his hair, pulling him closer to you and pressing your lips more firmly against his. Pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.” he breathes into the space between you, cheeks slightly flushed.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you.” you whisper back. You stay there a few moments, your hands still tangled in the raven curls. “We should go back to the party soon,” you say reluctantly.

“In a moment, darling. For now, I just want to enjoy this moment,” he tells you seriously.

“And what moment is that, Loki?”

Taking a deep breath, he murmurs, “the moment I realized I was in love.” looking into his eyes, you realize he’s serious. Crashing your lips against his again you kiss him fervently as his hand comes up to cup your jaw. Pulling back, you slide your thumb along his lower lip, murmuring, “I love you too.”

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Authors Note: I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking with this story! Thank you for reading!

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