#so i was like *thanos voice* fine i’ll do it myself and made this in an hour

[sasuketron]

I can still hear you saying we would never break the chain

[storyarcscribe]

Judgement

Namor x Reader

Word Count: 870

Summary: You chose humanity over your heart. And now you were here to face judgement by the person who shattered it.

A/N: No Namor fics yet? *Thanos Voice* Fine…. I’ll do it myself. (LMK if we are digging this for a part 2 lol)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Lil smut (if I do a part 2 there will be more lol), angst, implied previous smut, possessiveness, suicidal thoughts, war, wakanda forever spoilers, possible incorrect Mayan language translation (tried my best with research but if anyone out there has feedback please let me know!!!)

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You shouldn’t be here.

War raged, and yet you found yourself on the sand, standing at the edge of a turbulent ocean. The waves churned just as turmoil stirred in your veins. Your guilted thoughts raced, tears filling your eyes.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

You stepped into the surf, too numb to the feeling of its icy waters.

I deserve this.

Forgive me.

The water stilled, as if in the eye of the hurricane.

And then, he emerged from the surface, molten eyes filled with wrath.

The wrath of a god.

Ku'ku'lkán.

Namor.

You fell to your knees, sand biting into the skin, transfixed by his fury.

He was just as you remembered so long ago…. So painfully beautiful, like the sight of a wave eroding a cliff side.

He became more than a god to you. Friend. Companion. Lover.

In the beginning, all he asked for was your loyalty and silence on him and his people. You gave him not only this but love. In return, he revealed himself parts of himself to you in those moments together, slowly showing you all of himself over time.

He gifted you something he never gave to anyone on land.

Trust and devotion.

You were gladly blinded by this dream of a man and woman in love... A man who made you laugh so hard until your sides hurt, painted you beautiful stories of his kingdom with words, brought you art and trinkets from the depths of his home, confided in you, taught you his mother’s tongue, and coaxed your utter undoing each night with his hands, his mouth, and his body.

He was the water, current, waves, and the depths of an ocean and people.

You fell in love with a god.

But a god cannot love a person who betrayed him and his people.

He chose war against humanity instead of you.

And you chose humanity instead of your heart.

He promised to kill you if you ever stepped into an ocean again the day you parted.

You deserved his wrath, forsaking him for the world above. This war had waged too long with violence committed on both sides, but the people of Talokan, who you had come to love through Namor, were being slaughtered. The guilt disintegrated what left of your heart remained. And you came here before your anguish consumes you, knowing it was would be the end.

You didn’t realize your head had bowed in shame until you felt the cool blade of his spear tuck under your chin, lifting it up.

His face was blurred in your tear-soaked vision, but you could see eyes churned with an emotion you feared to never see….

Rage. Anguish.

Your tears flowed silently, pinching your lips together for fear of choking on your breath.

He just stood there, the pressure of the blade never increasing or decreasing. He had seen battle since you last saw him, three distinct claw marks scarring his cheek. You ached for him and his suffering in this war. If only you stayed. If only you chose him.

If only.

If only.

If only.

And then the blade left your chin. He slammed the tip of it into the ocean floor, the sound of it rippling across the water.

Namor extended his hand.

You didn’t hesitate to place it in his, the warmth of his hand enveloping yours like the sun.

Namor’s eyes had calmed, the tempest in them before now a gentle current. You were lulled by them as he brought you to your feet.

He pulled you with him further into the water, his eyes remaining fixed upon yours.

And once you were weightless in the ocean, he pulled you to him, your body flush against his own with hand wrapped around your back. You’re warmed, the memories and feeling of him radiating through your body.

He cupped your cheek with one hand.

His decision was made, eyes softening.

Forgiveness.

Namor chose forgiveness.

And then you broke, tears continuing to fall as you sobbed. “Ma'taali'teeni' ajawo’.”

I’m sorry, my king.

That same hand gripped the back of your neck, your face now tipped up to meet his own. You could barely breathe as his gaze burned through your own.

And he breathed one word, carving it into your soul.

Mine.

His mouth crashed into yours, coaxing it open where he poured his fury, rage, forgiveness, and love with your own. He stole your breath, suffocating it as he adored your lips, your jaw, your neck. He repeated the word to you over and over again. Your core pulsed with the heartbeat rushing through your ears.

And then he murmured new words in whispers over and over your skin.

In k'aatech.

I love you.

You whimpered, tilting your head to the sky and arching into him as his adoration became desperate. He lavished an open kiss on the pendant at the base of your neck… A gift he gave you the first night he made love to you.

You were his that day long before he spoke the words to you now.

And then his mouth found yours again before he pulled you under a swelling wave, sending you both beneath the surface into that vast, endless blue.

To his home.

To Talokan.

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A/N: TENOCH ILY I AM NOT OVER THIS MAN AND THIS MOVIEEE

Update: part 2 is being worked on 🫶😽

[victoria-daydreams]

The Hare and The Tower

AN: When I tell you I am treading in unfamiliar waters trying to write for Game of Thrones, I truly mean it. I was hoping there would be more Otto Hightower reader inserts by now, but there isn’t so now I have to be like Thanos and say, “fine I’ll do it myself”. I just hope to god I’ve done it somewhat right.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I’d like to believe that between his scheming and willingness to sell his daughter to the highest bidder, somewhere inside he’s still a romantic. Depending on how I feel, things may change in the story to how I see fit and if even I want to continue with this story. I’m happy to make a taglist if this garners traction.

Summary: A single butterfly sets off a chain of events for the minor, noble House Clarick and the eldest daughter, Jesmyn Clarick is the cause behind it.

Trigger warning: age gap

Word Count: 1.2k

Chapter One: Of Butterflies & Sketches

112 AC, Westeros

It was from the most mundane action which altered the course of young Jesmyn Clarick's life.

Seeking peace and quiet, she had found herself venturing to the castle garden, needing the fresh air to clear her head. The day was cool and the trees in the courtyard were full of red and gold leaves, many of which that were ready to drift gracefully to the ground. Lowering herself onto a stone bench, she lifted her face up to the sun and let her skin soak in the rays. Her soft, raven coiled hair danced across her back over the blue silken dress she wore. Another breeze swept across the courtyard, blowing strands of her hair over her face, but she made no move to fix it knowing it would be no use.

The moment Jesmyn's eyes reopened, a new chapter had begun to write itself.

A sketchbook comfortably rested on the lap of Jesmyn as she sketched the scenery in front of her. Light scratching filled the air as her quill traveled across the paper in light strokes. That was until the quiet fluttering of wings reached her ears. Jesmyn lifted her head and watched a butterfly land on the corner of her sketchbook.

A soft laugh passed her lips, "Well, hello little one," she greeted, studying the deep violet wings of the insect.

Jesmyn smiled while observing the butterfly slowly crawl across the paper. Placing her finger gently on the page, she silently invited the butterfly closer to her. To her surprise, instead of shying away the little insect moved onto her forefinger and she brought it level with her eyes. The manner in which the butterfly's wings slowly flitted up and down was calming to Jesmyn, enchanting even.

"Some days, I wish I could be just like you," she said softly to the creature. "When things become too much for me, I just want to fly away and leave all my worries behind," she murmured.

With great care, Jesmyn raised her right hand and extended it to the air letting the insect to take flight again.

"Be free," she whispered, watching as the butterfly gracefully flew away.

Jesmyn, still enraptured with the gorgeous creature climbing higher and higher, didn't notice someone had slowly approached her from behind.

"Do you possess knowledge of the language of butterflies, Lady Jesmyn?"

The sound of the King's Hand voice made Jesmyn rise to her feet immediately, dropping into a curtsy.

"Lord Hightower, my apologies," she said, her words rushing together. "I wasn't aware of your presence, I was lost in my own thoughts," she continued, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of her sketchbook.

"Well, do you?" Lord Hightower asked, as her eyes met his once more.

Jesmyn was slightly taken aback from The Hand's tone. Everyone in court knew of Lord Hightower's demeanor. He was never one to show any type of emotion on his features, other than the calculating gaze which never seemed to leave his eyes. Even after the Lady Hightower's death his gaze didn't waver in its sharpness, perhaps the skin beneath his eyes were a slight shade darker from the rings that formed, but nonetheless still the same. Now, however, Jesmyn thought she could see the faintest of lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Unless, the sun was playing tricks on her mind. Dare she think it, but it was almost as if he was amused, which for a man like him was a rare expression.

Her lips quirked up, "It is a dead tongue my lord," Jesmyn answered. "I've taken to locking myself in the library for hours, poring over pages of books to learn the intricacies of such a difficult language," she quipped shyly.

The moment the timid joke passed her lips, the voice of her mother echoed in her head.

“Shyness never attracted any men, Jesmyn."

A smile stirred at his lips, "If your presence is not required elsewhere, you must indulge me in your findings Lady Jesmyn,"

Jesmyn grinned and bowed her head, "Of course, Lord Hightower," she agreed.

Side by side, they strolled through the expansive courtyard passing brightly colored flowerbeds.

"The flowers are beautiful this year," Jesmyn commented, letting her fingers run across the velvet texture petals. "The gardeners have most certainly outdone themselves," she added, throwing a side glance at Lord Hightower.

"Do you come here often Lady Jesmyn?" he asked, his arms folded behind his back.

"Whenever I want to get away," she said, briefly pausing. "Which is, often," she admitted, with a light chuckle. "I do my best work in the outdoors, not cooped up inside the Keep," Jesmyn explained.

Lord Hightower gestured to the sketchbook, "May I?" he asked, outstretching his hand to her.

Jesmyn nervously glanced down at her book before hesitantly handing the drawing to the older man. She felt like her heart traveled to her throat as his eyes scanned over the page.

"It's not finished!" she informed hurriedly.

In response, Lord Hightower only glanced at her briefly and returned his stare back to her drawing without uttering a word. One long, bony finger lightly traced the outline of the sketch, studying the details of the drawing up close. Jesmyn kept her eyes straight ahead, her posture rigid, but she could sense the quick glances Lord Hightower would intermittently send her from the side of her face. It went on like that for another minute before Lord Hightower came to a stop in front of a large, ornate fountain in the center of the garden, still admiring her work. Or, at least she hoped so.

"This is not my best work," Jesmyn commented, before he could say anything. "I am sorry to disappoint you, Lord Hightower," she apologized, her thumbs twiddling against her stomach where they were resting.

A slight frown formed on the man's face, lifting his eyes to look at her. Jesmyn could only imagine what her appearance was, her cheeks were hotly flushed in embarrassment internally.

"Lady Jesmyn, this is wonderful," Lord Hightower said, and Jesmyn let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Your attention to detail is to be commended," he complimented, returning her book to her.

A slow, yet delighted smile broke out across Jesmyn's face and she dipped her chin.

"Thank you, Lord Hightower," she said, pride swelling in her chest. "It will be grander once it's on a canvas, and yours to keep when I am finished," she continued. "If it would please you, my lord," she added quickly, not wanting to be offend The Hand by sounding too overly familiar.

His gaze flickered across her face before settling on her dark brown eyes.

"It would please me very much, Lady Jesmyn. Thank you," Lord Hightower said, with a small nod of his head. "Though, I do believe you'll find it most difficult to do so without your most important tool," he pointed out warmly, before producing Jesmyn's quill from behind his back.

"Indeed my lord," she agreed, laughter escaping her.

Grabbing the quill, Lord Hightower's finger brushed against her own and the sensation caused her whole body to tingle with heat. With a shudder, a reaction she couldn't decipher whether it came from the breeze or the contact which was made; she realized it had been the first physical interaction that happened between them. Jesmyn's gaze was slightly downwards, but her eyes bashfully looked up to Lord Hightower through her lashes.

For a moment, she thought that she saw a twinkle in Lord Hightower’s eyes, but before she can be sure, it was gone.

Chapter Two: Heart’s Desire

[sugar-coat-it]

Eddie Munson Smut <3

*Thanos voice*: Fine, I’ll do it myself

In which your date with Eddie ends with him eating you out in his trailer

Fem!reader

Contains: Oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, dirty talk, pet names, hair pulling 

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It wasn’t uncommon that your dates ended in the privacy of Eddie’s trailer, with the both of you touching and loving each other like lovers kept apart for years. How could you not? You were teens in love, and Eddie was addicted to you. He was addicted to your smile and making you laugh, but also your taste and the sounds you made when his face was buried between your plush thighs. And fuck… was he good at it.

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“M’lady,” Eddie smiled, opening the door to his uncle’s trailer.

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving his chest a shove as you chuckled, walking into the small living space. His uncle working night shifts certainly made it easier for you two to “hang out”.

You were used to being at Eddie’s place, already making yourself at home by walking to the back of the trailer to Eddie’s room and sitting down on the cheap mattress, the springs creaking beneath your weight.

Eddie stood in the doorway for a moment, just drinking in the sight of you sitting on his bed. His eyes scanned from your feet, all the way up to your face. He did so slowly, sensually, with that devilish glint in his pretty brown eyes.

“What is it?” You asked, crossing your legs and leaning back on your hands as you tilted your head at him, being oh so enticing to Eddie without even knowing.

“Nothing. But, have I told you that you look ravishing tonight, sweetheart?” He grinned, closing the door behind him as he stepped into the room.

“Ravishing?” You repeated teasingly, making fun of his choice of words. Eddie always did have an interesting vocabulary.

“Yeah, you heard me. Scoot over.”

With that, you made room for him on the mattress, your thighs touching as he sat down next to you. Just that slight brush of your leg against his made what felt like butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to sweet talk me into something.”

“Maybe I am,” He shrugged flashing a smile at you. You couldn’t help but return the smile, Eddie having that effect on you.

Not wanting to wait any longer to just touch him, you moved to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. There was a moment of just silence, the two of you looking at each other as you settled in on top of him.

“Oh? Someone’s eager.” He whispered, that stupidly charming smile on his face still there.

You looked away to be stubborn, aimlessly staring at the wall, but you felt Eddie’s ringed fingers sliding up to hold your cheek, turning your face to shift your gaze to him. His large rings felt cold against your cheek, a familiar feeling you couldn’t get enough of, it practically made you melt against him.

“No, no don’t look away. You’re in it now, commit.”

Eddie knew you wouldn’t turn down a challenge like that, not when your faces were so close that you could feel his hot breath fanning across your lips. A wicked smile grew on his face as you inched closer, your lips parting as you stared down at his. The thumb stroking your cheek dragged lower, swiping across your plump bottom lip slowly, tantalizingly. Not being able to help yourself, you pushed yourself forward, allowing his thumb to slip between your lips. Eddie’s eyes widened at your forwardness, watching with eager eyes as your tongue dragged along the pad of his thumb inside your mouth, a soft groan falling from his lips.

“Oh, aren’t you just precious? Look at that face.” He cooed.

Eddie knew what people said, that a freak like him didn’t deserve such a pretty girl like you. Part of Eddie wished they could see this, watch the show you were putting on for him right now. Just for him, no one else. Maybe a cynical weirdo like him didn’t deserve you, but he’d be damned if he would let that bother him right now. Especially when you were really giving him your best “fuck me” eyes as you looked up at him, that innocent expression on your face despite the fact that you were sucking on your boyfriend’s fingers.

Eddie retracted his finger, listening to the soft “pop” as a string of saliva connected his thumb to your lips. How lewd, and it was seriously getting the two of you more worked up by the second, your breathing becoming harder. Not wanting to waste another moment, Eddie brought your lips to his, kissing you roughly. There was a real fire in the kiss and you could feel it in your veins like electricity. As you found a rhythm of lips against lips, tongues exploring mouths, Eddie leaned you back against the mattress getting on top of you. The intensity wasn’t lost on you in the panting breaths and heavy, desperate touches you shared.

It felt so good that the tension between you was soaring, reaching new heights as the lip-locking continued. You knotted your fingers in his long, shaggy hair as you felt his hands beginning to feel your breasts through your shirt. His long fingers gently massaged them through the fabric, his rings swiping over your hardening nipples, which made you curse into his mouth. Of course, your breathy words were swallowed by the passionate kiss, but he knew just how frustrated you were getting.

“Eddie-” You mumbled breathily, pulling away from the kiss for a moment.

“What is it, princess?” He replied, pressing a hot kiss to the column of your neck.

“More, please.” You practically begged.

“But of course. We haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.” He smiled into your neck.

Eddie got up from on top of you, slipping his hellfire shirt off of his thin frame. You couldn’t help but ogle him, the way his long hair draped over his shoulders as he tossed the shirt to the side. He then licked his lips as his eyes flicked down at your pants, and then back up to your face. With that motion, you realized what he wanted, and you were more than happy to indulge his fantasies. Stripping yourself of your pants, your cute lacy panties were now on full display to your eager boyfriend.

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah.” Eddie grinned, his hands already moving to squeeze your plush thighs, spreading them apart so he could get a better view of those pretty panties. He could see the little damp spot that had gathered on them, seeing how wet you’d gotten just from kissing him. He couldn’t help but feel pride swell in his chest as he looked at it, moving his head down to kiss your inner thighs. Pride wasn’t the only thing he felt, however, because he could also feel his pants growing tighter at this view of you. Lust was clouding his brain, it was clear in the way he was gazing up at you from below with those lidded eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot, y’know that?” He commented, giving one of your thighs a playful nip with his teeth.

With that he sat up again, pulling a rubber band off from his wrist, and reaching back to pull his hair into a makeshift ponytail. He looked so damn good like that, it was only making you want him more. Eddie always tied his hair back before he ate you out because he wanted absolutely nothing in the way of pleasuring you as deeply as possible.

“Eddie, baby, please.” You almost whined, wanting him to hurry up.

Your clit was aching so hard that it felt like your whole cunt was pulsing between your thighs. To show him just how bad you needed his mouth, you pushed your panties to the side and slid your fingers between your slick folds, spreading them so he could see how wet you were for him. That was all Eddie needed to practically fall over trying to get between your legs as fast as he could. He spread your thighs farther out so he had more room, before finally touching you where you needed it most. He moaned softly as his fingers ran through your folds, exposing your sensitive bud to him. Gently, he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on your clit while looking at you right in the eyes. It made your thighs shake with impatience at his teasing, a whimper spilling past your lips as you begged him with your eyes.

The silent begging worked, because the next thing you knew, Eddies tongue was licking a long stripe between your folds, gathering your sweet honey. You shivered, your head tilting back against the headboard as you braced yourself for more. You were already so sensitive, and Eddie could tell with the way your thighs threatened to close in around his head as he began to languidly lap at your arousal. His name sounded like a prayer on your lips as you called it out, your tone going straight to his strained erection as it throbbed in his pants. He knew it would take more than some slow licking to get you to fall apart, so he upped the intensity, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. A pang of intense stimulation ripped through your body, tearing a gasp from your lips. Your thighs clamped around his head before you could stop them, not that he minded. If Eddie Munson were to die, he’d probably want it to be with your soft thighs around his face.

“You taste delicious, like the nectar of the gods.” He mumbled against you. You had no idea what the fuck he was talking about, but it sounded good when he said it.

The man kept going, his intensity unwavering as he played with you, his tongue flicking and sucking at your most sensitive spot. His hands came around to hold your thighs, squeezing them lovingly as he continued his assault on your cunt. Your hips had begun to rock against his face, following his rhythm as your body searched for even more friction against your boyfriend’s mouth. He happily accepted the way you’d started grinding against him, taking the opportunity to now lower his tongue to your sopping slit, pushing it inside. You cried out as you felt his tongue slipping into you, beginning to push in and out. This only made your hips rock harder, the knot in your core becoming tighter.

“Close! M-close-” You practically sobbed, your hands grabbing onto his pulled-back hair, making him moan against your cunt.

Eddie’s eyes rolled back and fluttered closed as he felt you tug on his hair, continuing to eat you out like a starved man. His hips had begun grinding into the mattress, his painfully hard cock needing some kind of relief. He always got so turned on just from eating you out, he fucking loved it.

“Yeah… yeah, fucking cum. Cum on my tongue…” He groaned like he was in a trance, eyes shut tight as he went back up to your clit.

You opened your own eyes for a second, tilting your head back down to take a look at your beautiful boyfriend, and that’s what really sent you over the edge. Looking at him as he ate you out like you were his last meal, wanting to make you just lose your mind so badly was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

You couldn’t take it anymore, the knot snapping as your broken moans filled the room along with the obscene wet noises of Eddie enjoying your taste. Your fingers curled into his hair hard as your back arched, seeing stars behind your squeezed shut eyes. Electric waves of pleasure burst deep inside you like fireworks, making your thighs shake as you orgasm. Your climax washed over you in intense waves, Eddie helped you ride through it, eventually slowing down his movements to gentle kisses on your pussy.

“Atta girl.” He smiled lazily, watching as you collapsed back against his pillows.

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You heard it here folks. Eddie Munson is a god at eating pussy.

[feralportalmaster]

So it’s been nearly like two weeks since my Empires SMP Princess and Pauper AU post, and still nobody has written the AU yet?

NOBODY?!

Fine.

*thanos voice*

I’ll do it myself…

(Btw this is purely just a Drabble I wrote in under a few hours with barely any substance to it. Also it’s under the assumption that Gem isn’t officially a Princess, and they also both have minor powers related to their kingdom, e.g. Katherine has shadow magic, Gem has sun magic. Also they start in Katherine’s castle with Gem trying on clothes from her wardrobe)

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Moments later, she re-emerged with a flourish.

“Tada!” She exclaimed with a twirl, her long ginger hair matching the momentum of the cutetsy, short pink skirt. “What do you think?”

Katherine gasped at her dramatic entrance, “I love it! And the twirl, Do another one!”

Gem spun around once more, this time in view of the nearby mirror, extending her arms to fully embrace the experience. In the pastel colours of Katherine, she looked so light and dainty.

“Ahhh! You look so pretty!” she clapped.

“I know, right? I love it too!” Gem settled, only still buzzing with excitement.

“I feel like a feather in this dress. Does it always feel like that?”

“Mostly, I’m used to it by now. I have to admit though that I do like my dresses shorter than the average princess dress. Makes for better movement.”

“I can see. There’s no way I’d survive the trip back over the mountains in this!”

They both giggled at this remark.

“Welp” Gem pulled away from the mirror to pull out her own dress from behind the curtain, “it would be unfair if I was the only one dressing up. Why don’t you give it a try?’

“Wait, me?” Katherine stuttered, “but, isn’t that your only dress?’

“Maybe. But I’m not using it right now, and I don’t wanna have all the fun.” She held it out for her to take.

Katherine hesitantly took the dress by the shoulders. It was a much more natural colour, with thin leather pauldrons and belt. Further down the skirt itself seemed to be a little wear and tear, not enough to be noticeable from afar, but made sense given the adventurer’s active life.

Gem gently nudged her, “Go on, I’m excited to see what you’ll look like!”

With that, the princess entered the change room curtains. Another moment passed, and she returned with a sort of half-flourish as she flicked the curtains away, still somewhat hesitant.

“Oh my!” Gem lengthened her gasp in awe. “It fits you perfectly!”

“You think so?” Katherine held the skirt and swayed it from side to side. The long, natural coloured fabric had a certain elegance with her royal posture, and the contrasting leather fit well with her long dark hair.

“Absolutely! It looks so natural!” Gem approached from the angle of the mirror, directing her and Katherine’s view towards it.

She was taken aback. Together in the mirror, they looked so different, and yet so alike! With the contrast of their hair switched, they were perfectly split between pastel light and natural dark, almost like Katherine’s castle itself.

“We both look great!’ said Katherine, her excitement returning “The way our hair matches our outfits, we match each other's kingdoms better than our own!”

“Exactly what I was thinking!” Gem blurted, “And why not go further? All we’d need were some wigs and could practically switch places!”

Yet again they both giggled like excitable little girls. But after a moment too long of a lingering look at the mirror, something clicked in their minds.

“You know…” Katherine said, “While I don’t exactly have wigs, I can try something else.”

“Like what?” Gem turned and asked.

“Well, you see…” she seemed to hesitate again, “you know how my kingdom has this…kind of…a curse?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, because of my exposure to it over time, I can kind of, sort of…control parts of it. Like this.”

Katherine grabbed a hand mirror from the dresser with one hand, and hovered the other hand over it steadily. As she focused, a shadow seemed to grow over the brush, turning the brass handle to a jet black and clouding over the glass of the mirror itself. And when the mirror seemed nearly fully encompassed, she retracted her hand and it turned back to normal.

Gem’s eyes were wide, with fascination or disgust Katherine was unsure.

“I…that’s incredible! Oh actually, I can do something like that too!”

“You…what?” this was not the response Kathrine expected.

“Here, let me show you!” She took the mirror from Kathrine and began concentrating on it in a similar manner. Only this time, it began to glow in a warm golden light. The brass seemed to turn to gold, and the mirror glazed over into a glowing amber, like a pool of honey.

“That’s incredible! I…I thought I was the only one who could do that.” Katherine looked back at Gem bewildered.

“Well, we seem to have a lot more in common than we think.” Gem smiled and retracted her hand, the light fading and the hand mirror returning to normal.

Katherine returned the smile, then shook her head slightly to resume what her original plan of action was.

“Well, with that being said…” she tugged at a strand of her own hair, before gesturing wordlessly to Gem’s.

Gem paused, contemplating the potential for something to go wrong. Before curtsying with her own hand out with a little flicker of light. “Only if you’ll let me do the honour as well.”

The princess bowed in response as she hovered her hand above Gem’s head, as she had done with the hand mirror. She began to concentrate, and a moment later, an inky blackness began to seep through her once warmly coloured hair. The magic expanded out into every strand, until her ginger locks were no longer, replaced by an elegant black.

Gem didn’t take time to look yet though, as she immediately moved for Katherine’s turn. In the same time, her hair brightened and burned like fire, leaving a bright red colouration in the wake of the magic.

When both girls were done, they took a step back to admire their craft, and were met with shock.

Their hair was perfectly matched to the other’s original colour. The only difference you could see was in Gem’s flower crown and Kathrine’s hair clips.

They seemed to turn simultaneously to the mirror, still awe struck in their gaze.

You would never believe that two so completely different people could ever look so alike, and yet you’d be wrong. Somehow with just a simple wardrobe change and minor illusion magic, Katherine and Gem had given each other what they always wanted. Gem; the face of a respectable princess, and Katherine; the face of a free-roaming adventurer.

I’m just like you

You’re just like me

There’s somewhere else we’d rather be

Somewhere that’s ours

Somewhere that dreams come true

Yes I am a girl like you

[rina-writes]

November

A/N: I have been patiently waiting for someone do a no-nut November with Jack. *Thanos voice* Fine, I’ll do it myself

Warnings: SMUT (light degrading, body fluids, oral giving and receiving, penetration), 18+, DNI if you are a minor or sex makes you feel uncomfortable, AFAB!reader

Summary: Jack and his friends have a bet going: whoever completes no-nut November wins. Everyone expected Jack to be out of the running, but he’s the only one without even as much of a slip up.  Falling behind, Urban and Druski partner up to get Jack his Kryptonite, you.

You knew this was a set up the moment the call flashed on your screen. Urban never FaceTime’d you before.  In fact, the only conversations you had were when you emerged from Jack’s bedroom in the wee hours of the morning to get a drink of water.  The conversations weren’t awkward, despite him just coming from his midnight pee and you wearing the clothes his best friend entered the house wearing. As a thank you for not making it a big deal, you would leave a portion of the breakfast for Urban on the side.  The added bonus was Jack’s little frumpy face when he denied that he was disappointed the breakfast wasn’t just for him. You never even stuck around long enough to see if Urban ate the food. You were usually out the door and on with the rest of your day the moment the last dish was dry.

You checked your appearance in the mirror. You had just come home from school/work, so you still looked presentable. You fluffed your hair and patted your lips together to distribute the last bit of lip gloss across your lips.  You opened the call and smiled.

“Hi?” You asked, not masking your confusion.

“Hey, Y/N!” Urban said with a smile.

You hadn’t seen him from this angle. Or, in the daylight. And you realized he was pretty cute. The long sandy blonde hair, bright greenish-blue eyes and the full pink lips made him seem more like a Cali surfer boy than a photographer from Kentucky. His signature bucket hat obscured part of his forehead, but you could still see the mischief dancing in his shaded eyes. You also noticed that there was a someone sitting next to him, but only the person’s arm was in your view.

“What’s up?” You asked, dragging your words out with a wave of your head. It was your indication that you wanted to cut to the chase.

“How’s it going?” Urban asked.

“Man, come on--” You heard someone say off camera.  You recognized the voice immediately and already started laughing. Druski knew how to make an appearance.

Urban’s phone was ripped from his fingers. You saw Urban and Druski fighting over the phone, the camera blurring everything. You laughed a bit harder, walking around your apartment as you continued the rest of your routine. You figured this would be awhile.

Finally, Druski came into frame. His dark brown eyes gave Urban his signature side eye. You realized that Druski was cute too.  He dressed well, knowing how to lift his caramel complexion with warm colors. His smile  brightened up his whole face and was infectious. He was a great hugger too, always happy to give a hug even you two only met a couple of times. 

Gosh, it’s been so long that you’ve been laid that your simping over Jack’s friends.  Two people you never thought about hooking up with prior to this dry spell.

Jack’s friends. Jack. It had been a few weeks since he had asked you to meet up with him. Sure, he was on tour, but that never stopped from flying you to his next stop for a night of fun. Your first thought was that if Jack didn’t hurry up, you may very well take up these dudes on whatever offer just to get some.  Your second, much much less horny, thought was that perhaps there was something wrong with Jack and they needed your help.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Y/N.” Druski said, clearing his throat. “We don’t want to waste too much of your time, but we are kind of in a bind here.”

“Well, if it’s in my power to help, I’ll be glad to assist.” You said, sitting down on a chair.

“Trust me, you’re the only one who can save us now.” Druski looked to the sky like he was waiting for a sign from God and you chuckled.  There was something about funny men, and this dude was funny. 

Druski continued, his expression getting a bit more serious, but still a hint of mischief lingered in his smirk.  “I’m sure a cultured lady like yourself has heard of No Nut November?”

“Uh huh...” You nodded, looking suspicious.

“Well, a couple of us guys have a bet going to see who can go the longest.” Druski explained. “Now, you know how Jack is. We all thought he would be out of the running by November 2nd. But somehow, he is still holding on.”

“I see...” You bit your lip, wondering what your part was in all of this.

“Now, it’s down to Jack and one of the other dudes from PG. But honestly, I don’t think that guy is going to hold out for long.” Druski shook his head.

“The guy’s girlfriend is coming to town.” Urban added, sticking his head into the camera, but you could only see his left eyebrow. “We basically have till Saturday to make sure that Jack breaks down and then we all lose the bet.”

“Oh boy...” You knew where this was going now. “...you better not be saying what I think you’re saying.”

“We need you to seduce Jack.” Druski said it so seriously you thought you were about to take an oath or something. “Our dignities and wallets depend on this.”

“I have so many questions.” You made a confused laugh. “First off, why me?”

Druski’s eyebrows wiggled and even Urban leaned more into the camera to look at you.  You blushed a little bit, suddenly feeling embarrassed. 

“When you sleep with Jack, he’s like a new person.” Druski shook his head with a laugh. The deep throaty laugh he makes when he knows something the other person doesn’t. “He is addicted to you. And, like don’t take this the wrong way because you are very fine, but there are other fine women Jack is around and he doesn’t get giddy like he does with you.”

Normally, you would gloat a bit. Say something like “Well you know I have a certain, how do you say, je ne sais quoi.”  But you were too embarrassed under their gaze. I mean, Jack doesn’t kiss and tell, but you were sure there were things he may have mentioned that you had done. You didn’t want to say anything that revealed anymore.

“That’s flattering...” You recovered a bit from the straightforward remarks. “...but why is it so important? How much did you bet?”

“$100,000.” Urban said so quickly that you thought you misheard it.

You choked on your spit. “100 Gs?” You asked to which both men nodded.

“We were messing around, put a bunch of money in and now here we are.” Druski groaned loudly. “Christmas is coming up, Y/N. I can’t afford to be tossing a few thou’ because Jack refuses to choke the bishop in the next couple of weeks.”

“That’s a good point!” You thought out loud. “How do you know he hasn’t jerked off or something?”

“Because he keeps going on and on about it.” Urban complained, taking the phone back. “Like on the one hand, he’s really cranky all the time because he hasn’t relieved any stress. On the other hand, he keeps talking about all this clarity because he isn’t clouding his mind. He has too much pride to keep up the charade if he failed.”

“So, if I do this, the worst is that you all get your money back?” You asked. 

Both men nodded.

“Well, what’s in it for me?” You smiled a bit. “I mean Jack isn’t going to fly me out and I believe you are in--” 

You paused to look it up, but Urban answered for you. “Miami.”

“That’s pretty pricey, especially at this time of year.” You shook your head with a whistle. “I don’t know if I could afford that.”

Whether you could or not was irrelevant. It was important to get something out of this. You weren’t going to just be a booty call. Especially if Jack wasn’t even the one making the call.  You appreciated the casual relationship you both had, but you had to show you were still a top-dollar gal.

“I mean, you get to have a great time with Jack?” Druski offered. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Nice try.” You smiled. “Look I need to get a flight, a place to stay because I can’t guarantee that I will be with Jack the whole time, and spending money for me to use to get ready. My hair and nails need to be done. I also may want to buy a few pieces to wow him too.”

“How much money we talking here?” Druski asked.

“Less than 100K.” You smirked.

There was a silence. You could tell they had muted and were deliberating between themselves. You sat there, unbothered, it was none of your concern.

“Alright.” Urban said, “We can cover your flight and a hotel for the weekend. So, you fly in Friday afternoon and leave Sunday evening. We can also give you $2,500 to spend on whatever you need for the...eh...you know.”

“$3500.” You took a negotiations class, you knew how this worked.

“$3,000.” Urban said back.

“Deal.” You grinned. “Pleasure doing business with you, gentleman.”

“Trust us, the pleasure will be all Jack’s.” Druski said with a big grin.

Jack was feeling great. When he woke up it was a bit rough. He had a morning wood and it took everything out of him not to just relieve himself. But, once he resisted, he felt like he could take over the world. He was enjoying the after party to one of his shows. Technically, it was the after-after party. They rented out the lounge inside of their hotel to just chill with a smaller circle. It was his PG guys, his team, and some beautiful ladies hoping to get lucky. 

Most of the guys had already tapped out of no nut November and were more than happy to flirt. Jack kept his resolve. He sat in his chair and nursed his drink. He was laughing and joking with everyone comfortably. He saw someone being allowed in and his blue eyes naturally glanced over to see who it was.  His jaw dropped.

You walked in with a couple of women he didn’t recognize. The women waved over to some of the other ladies in the room, dragging you along with them. You were wearing a skin-tight violet mini dress with tiny spaghetti straps that left very little to imagination. Your heels made your legs look long. Your hair was up and you were wearing his favorite lip stick color on you: a pinky coral. Jack licked his lips, his eyes dancing between your chest and your backside, unsure of which ones to go for first.

A tent was growing in Jack’s pants and he swallowed hard. How did you get here? He did everything in his power to make sure you didn’t show up. He was going to bust just having you in the room.

You pretended to be enthralled in the conversation with the other women, but in reality, you were looking at Jack from the corner of your eye. It seemed to be working. He had finally closed his mouth after staring at you for at least two minutes. You couldn’t believe Druski doubted you. The set up of having some of his female friends meet you and bring you to the party was what made this seem really spontaneous. You were also glad you splurged on hair and nails. It made your confidence soar so you weren’t worried about your curves in your teeny dress.

You finally looked at Jack, making sure to make eye contact. You smiled brightly, not even pretending to do the “I had no idea you were here.” You strolled over to him confidently. Jack stood up as you walked meet to him.

He looked good. Very good. His beard was neatened, his light brown curls were popping and he had on those rimless glasses that made him look like a sexy hipster. He was wearing a sleeveless black mock neck, dark jeans and a black blazer. You couldn’t wait to rip off every piece of clothing.

Jack gave you a hug, his hand lingering on your lower back. You felt his hand rub gently back and forth on the space. You smiled to yourself. That’s right, Jack, no panty line. What could that mean?

“Hey, what brings you here?” Jack asked, pulling back from the hug.

“Girls weekend.” You said gesturing to the group of girls. “One of them said that Druski was having a party and I crossed my fingers that you would be here.”

“Yeah?” Jack asked.

You danced your fingers up his chest until they reached his chin, playing with his beard. “I mean, you haven’t called me in so long. I figured it would be about time I find you myself.”

“Well...” Jack smirked. “You’ve never been this eager before. Your other guys not doing for you?”

“No one does it like Jack Harlow.” You looked up at him through your lashes.  

Jack swallowed hard. “Is that right, baby girl?” He asked.

You ears perked up.  That was his pet name for you when he wanted to do the nasty. You wondered if it was conscious.

“That’s right.” You looked at him expectantly. Jack liked girls who knew what they wanted, but he liked to be the one to take charge. You were waiting for him to take the bait.

Jack cleared his throat. “Well, how have you been?”

You frowned. Jack didn’t do small talk when he was horny. What the heck was this? “I’m good. School’s/Work’s alright.”

“Yeah?” Jack nodded intently. “Same here. You know, I am on a real high right now. The guys and I are doing no nut November and my mind is so clear. I just like drink tea, meditate...”

You nodded politely, your eyes darting around the room, noticeably. They fell on Urban who was doing his best not to look at you. Good. He follows directions well.  Jack’s voice trailed off when he saw you looking in Urban’s direction.

“Is, uhm, Urban doing the challenge as well?” You asked.

“He was, but he failed a couple weeks ago.” Jack chuckled. “He got a lap dance--”

“Uh huh.” You said, cutting him off.  You never cut Jack off and you felt bad about it. But, desperate times.

“Why?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

You peeled your eyes away from Urban to look at Jack. “Look, I’m really happy for you and...your clarity. But, I am not doing this little challenge. I came here hoping to having a good time.” You turned your attention back to Urban as you added, “I’m happy to talk about your clarity during pillow talk in December, but mama needs to work the room if I am going to leave here with anyone.”

“And you want, Urb?” Jack asked, his voice a bit higher than usual.

You quirked a brow and looked at Jack. “Is that a problem?”

“Uhm, yeah?” Jack folded his arms. “He’s my best friend. Have I ever slept with one of your friends?”

“Probably.” You shrugged.  You and Jack weren’t a couple, nor exclusive. You didn’t rule it out.

“Well...” Jack knowing he couldn’t rule it out either added, “not your best friend, I’m sure.”

“Jack, you don’t even know my best friend.” You laughed. “It’s nothing personal, Jack. It’s just, well, I don’t know anyone here. I much rather go to the room of someone I at least kinda know. Wouldn’t you want me to be safe?”

“Yes.” The response was terse and through gritted teeth.

You reached up and stroked Jack’s jaw. You lifted upward to kiss his cheek and turned to walk toward Urban. You had briefed Urban on the plan. In the likely chance Jack rejected your initial advances, you would go over to Urban and flirt. The most you would do is sit in his lap. You expected Jack would peel you away before you had to do anything else. Worst case, you would leave the room with Urban and stake out Jack’s room for when Jack ultimately retreated.

None of that happened.

Your foot lifted to walk away and before it hit the ground, Jack’s hand on your waist spun you to him. The whole room was turning as you lightly slammed into his chest.

“I don’t like sharing.” He said, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. “Now, baby girl, say goodbye to your friends.”

He pushed you toward the exit, his hand firm in the small of your back. You felt like you were on an amusement park ride the way he pushed you so quickly. You waved at the girls and you swore you heard a high five between some of the guys behind you. You didn’t really care, your real payment was about to hit.

You waited by the elevator in silence. You could tell Jack was mad, but you couldn’t tell if it was “defile you in the elevator” mad or “wait till we get in this room” mad. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the elevator door opening. Jack smacked your ass so hard it almost echoed.

It was definitely “wait til we get in this room” mad.

You were shaking with anticipation. You rode to the top floor, still silent. You reached your hand over to touch Jack’s groin and he hissed.

“Don’t you dare...” He turned to you, staring down at you from under his glasses. “You’re mine tonight. You’ll do what I say and only what I say.”

You retracted that hand so quick. 

He grabbed your chin, his gaze only intensifying. “You’re going to make this night worth $100,000.”

“I’ll make it worth a billion, baby, I promise.” You said, embarrassed by the desperation in your voice.

Jack smiled a naughty smile. “That’s what I wanna hear.”

The doors opened and you were pushed out once more. He pushed you to his room. You stood there obediently while he opened the door. 

“Go.” He said once the door opened. 

You walked in fully bracing yourself. Jack came at you like linebacker. You were lifted into the air and tackled on the bed. He was panting when he looked down at you. Surprisingly, he looked calculated despite his animalistic display. He grabbed your face to keep you facing forward, as though you would look away.

“You came all this way to get f*cked by me, huh, princess?” He asked.

His other hand played with the hem of your dress. “Looking so good for me. Testing me.” He gave your neck an open, wet kiss before sucking on it harshly.

You gasped. It tickled and hurt at the same time. It felt too good.

“You think I don’t know?” Jack spoke in between sucks. “That you were bluffing. Teasing me. Trying to push me. You’ve been very bad.”

You became increasingly aware of the wetness developing down below. He knew exactly what to say to rile you up. He was also taking his sweet time because he knew it drove you wild.

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He asked. You nodded, your cheeks hot and your neck spotted from Jack’s tongue.

He leaned back, his knees on either side of your body, as he stared down at you. He slowly removed his blazer and tossed on the chair near his bed. You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to touch him. Jack smiled, grabbing your hand.

“Such a good girl.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. He then brought it to his crotch.

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t remember the last time Jack was this hard. He let go of your hand and folded his arms. You waited, not moving your hand, but feeling him pulse underneath your palm through the fabric of his jeans.

“Well?” Jack asked, quirking a brow. 

You looked at him confused. He bucked his hips into your hands and you coughed lightly; surprised at the force. You sat up, kicking off your shoes before turning on your stomach. You got on your knees running your hands up Jack’s stomach to his shoulders, your whole body moving up his as well. You stared at his lips and leaned in for a kiss.

“Did I say you could kiss me?” He asked, his voice deep and hard.

You shook your head, trying to hide your pout. Jack grabbed the back of your head and crashed your lips onto his. You let out a grateful moan and he took the chance to stick his tongue in your mouth. Your tongue played with his while your lips also tried to capture his bottom one. The kiss was messy and exhilarating. He pulled you back by your hair. His eyes were clouded with lust and you loved it. You slowly rubbed down his body to his crotch. You looked up at him and he nodded with a grunt.

You unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. You pulled it down to pool at his knees and licked your lips. You pulled down his draws. His cock popped out, brushing your nose. You fought back a giggle. Jack would not tolerate a laugh right now, even if you just got boinked by his dick. You opened your mouth to take the tip inside. Jack pulled you back by your hair again.

“You better not bend my shit, baby girl.” Jack said, looking down at you.

“I know what I’m doing.” You said, a little offended.

“Do you?” He teased.

“Never complained before, sir.” And with that you sucked on the tip of his cock.

He sucked air in through his teeth as he gripped your hair tightly. You alternated between sucking the tip and letting your tongue circle around it. You massaged the base of his cock, using your saliva as lube to get more traction. Jack was a mess. It was like he couldn’t remember anything besides your name and the feeling of your mouth. His grip on your hair turned into a scalp massage as you went on. You felt the familiar twitch in Jack’s cock and pulled back. You knew Jack liked to release inside you and Jack was very serious about condoms. No one was getting a trap baby out of him.

“Not yet, princess.” Jack said, pumping his cock, smirking at you. “Open wide.”

Your eyebrows went up and you tried to hide your smile as you opened your mouth. Jack spurted a hot load that seemed to fill your mouth to the brim. You swallowed it, trying to hide your alarm. He was moaning up a storm. It was like he emptied everything his balls had to offer over the last 30 seconds.

“You did so well.” He cooed. He pushed you back on the bed. “Now, for your reward.”

Jack had magic hands. You swore they were his best gift. He knew how to touch you in all the right places. He lifted the dress up over your head and ogled you. He smiled.

“This doesn’t really cover much.” He remarked at your tiny thong. You didn’t share that it wasn’t the most comfortable fabric, but it made your ass look great so you wore it anyway. 

“All for you, Jack.” You moaned out instead.

Jack massaged your shoulders and your arms. He reached behind you to undo your bra and tossed it to the side. His hands immediately grabbed your breasts to massage. He took his time, kneading the mounds of flesh, occasionally brushing your nipples with his fingers. He took your right nipple into his mouth and suck it gently, but purposefully, his tongue twirling around it. You clenched your thighs together and moaned out. Jack responded by tweaking your left nipple between his index finger and his thumb. Once he felt satisfied, he moved to the next nipple.

By the time he was done with your breasts, you were already seeing stars. He kissed down your stomach and then looked at you.

“On all fours.” You turned around at his command as quickly as you could in your dazed state.

Jack stared at the curve of your butt with appreciation. He gave you a one of your butt cheeks a hard slap. You moaned softly.

“That’s for cutting me off earlier.” He said, gruffly. 

He slapped the other cheek. “That’s for insinuating you wanted to f*ck, Urb.”

He slapped both cheeks causing you to yelp loudly. “and that’s for being such a good girl just now.”

He laughed a bit before sticking his tongue in your wet core from the back. You arched your back as you let out the loudest moan. You were soaked already, but it seemed your body was ready to do more just for Jack. He reached around your thigh to massage your clit while his tongue jammed into you. Your throat felt dry and you realized at that moment you were screaming. Jack never told you to be quiet. He loved your noises and being free to make them just encouraged you to be louder.

You were getting close and Jack could tell. Since his tongue and fingers on your clit clearly wasn’t enough, he reached forward and started to tweak one of your nipples. That did it. Your body caved and the orgasm was so hard you fell on your stomach. Jack let you lay there while he got up to get a condom. 

“You got me hard again, baby girl.” He said, the pride evident in his voice.

He was back on top of you before you came down from your high. He coaxed you to turn on your back and he did. Staring up at him was too much. You tried to cover you face with your arm but he pulled it away.

“Don’t be shy now.” He teased. “Weren’t shy in the room strutting you stuff.”

“I’m shy cause it’s you.” You admitted, knowing Jack loved it when you confessed things like that.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He asked, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Yeah...” You whispered. You gave another nod signaling for him to enter you.

You both moaned in sync. Him because you were so wet he just sunk in. You because he was so hard that he filled you up immediately. Jack tossed your legs over his shoulders and thrusted into you.

“Yes, yes yes...” You chanted in sync with his thrusts only edging him on more.

He watched everything: your blown out eyes, the shake of your body, the arch of your back. It never failed to mesmerize him. That’s why he came back to you time and time again.

“I’m close....” You muttered.

Jack pulled out and you whimpered. You actually whimpered. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t disappointed.

“Come on,” Jack said switching positions so you were on top. “If you want it, work for it.”

And that you did. You put your hands on his chest and rode him like your life depended on it. Jack struggled to match your pace at first, but soon you were in sync once more. The only thing you could hear was your moans, his grunts, and the sound of slapping skin.

“God you take me so well.” Jack said, sitting up on his elbows to see the process of being enveloped by you over and over.

“It’s yours, Jack.” You groaned. “All for you.”

“Damn straight.” He said, his head hitting the bed again as he grabbed your hips to guide you.

You clenched around him and Jack watched as you tossed your head back. He gritted his teeth as he released, holding you down to his hips. You both let out a moan, holding still until you felt your orgasms subside.

You got off Jack and laid next to him. You needed a break, and you had about fifteen minutes before he got hard again and wanted another round.  Jack opened his arm, signaling that you could lay on his chest. You did, not wasting the opportunity to lightly stroke his cock while you did.

“Be honest, how much did Druski pay you to ruin the bet?” Jack asked, a tease in his voice.

You  kept your best poker face as you lifted your head to look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, princess.” Jack said, giving your forehead a kiss. “You coming here short notice like this. The fact that I’m the only one who was going strong. This has Druski written all over it.”

“I plead the fifth.” You said, putting your head back down.

“Alright, at least tell me how he got your number.” Jack insisted. That was jealous Jack speaking.

“I can’t reveal my sources.” You shook your head.

Jack’s hand snaked between your legs and rubbed your inner thigh. “Hmm, Urb must have been in on it then. That’s why you targeted him.  And he probably has your number.”

Gosh, he was good.

“Does it matter?” You asked sitting up.  “The night’s young and you have me for the rest of the weekend.”

Your hand went from stroking him to full out fisting him. Jack was already pretty hard.  He was ready to go again.

Jack leaned in and kissed you deeply. “I can’t wait. Hope you’re ready, princess.”

~

A/N: Oof that was long to write in just one shot. I kept going back up and adding more warnings as I wrote lmao. I proofread lightly, but apologies for typos. Hope I didn’t miss any warnings and everyone who made it down here enjoyed the ride. Happy November!

[softforloki]

You Built Me Castles out of Paragraphs

Summery: You’re an aspiring writer putting your romantic fantasies to paper. Loki has agreed to be your editor. The only problem? He just so happens to be at the very center of most of those romantic fantasies.

Warnings: Swearing, alludes to Odin’s A+ parenting and Loki’s overall ✨trauma✨

Word Count: 2,229

Masterlist

I was going to send this idea in as a request to another Loki blog, but then I remembered that I’m a Loki blog

Thanos voice: “Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

You stepped back form the complete and utter chaos of your office wall. Sketches, notes, plot points, and even bits of colored sting stretched from one corner to the other.

If I’m trying to convince people I’m not totally insane, then I am definitely going about it the wrong way. You thought wryly.

You looked back and forth between the evidence and your psychotic break-down and your open laptop. Planning was the easy part. You knew what all your plot points were. You knew where you characters had to go. How they got there though?

Filling in the gaps was easily the most maddening part of the whole writing thing. You had to get your characters from one event to the next, while still keeping things entertaining for the reader.

You flopped into your desk chair, scrolling compulsively through your latest chapter. It was something, you just couldn’t tell if it was any good. Staring at the same document for hours on end made you numb to what you were reading.

“I seriously need to get an editor or something,” You muttered.

You could probably afford a professional editor. Working at SHEILD offered good money, but editors weren’t exactly on your “must have” list. You liked to think you were more frugal than that (Especially after your last big purchase had been a house with an extra room that you would use as an office).

Regardless, if you wanted to be anywhere near successful with your first book, you were going to need an extra pair of eyes. Preferably eyes that belonged to a friend who was good enough not to ask for reimbursement, but also wouldn’t just give your writing empty compliments. 

Loki would read it. That little voice pipped up. He’d give you good feedback.

He certainly would. He also wouldn’t say no to a good story (if your story even was good). The man read more than anyone else you’d ever met.

There was of course, the issue of the story itself. Your lead character, to be specific. Your protagonist was nothing if not an extension of yourself. Additionally, all the adversities your lead faced were clever metaphors for your own life struggles and anxieties. You were a shameless writer. The loyal supporting role, the one whom you’d been crafting an elaborate romance with your protagonist, was also a rather obvious homage to Loki.

You were living out your romantic fantasies with your novel. If you let Loki read it, he’d surely put the pieces together.

Authors draw inspiration from the world around them all the time. The voice reasoned. If he sees the resemblance, he probably won’t think much of it. He’ll give you great constructive criticism. 

You spun in your chair, contemplating your options. Loki wasn’t the only person who’d inspired a character. You could probably get away with it.

There was also something very tempting about having be the first person to lay eyes on your book.

And you really needed an editor.

You sighed, coming to a decision. You grabbed your phone from the desk.

You did enjoy living dangerously.

. . .

It had been a few days since you’d emailed the first three chapters of your book to Loki. He was supposed to come down to discuss his notes with you.

The fact that he had actual notes both excited and scared the shit out of you. 

You put the kettle on to keep yourself from impulsively pacing or staring at your psycho-story board. It wasn’t long after you’d dunked teabags into the mugs of hot water when you heard the disarmingly cheerful chime of your doorbell. You scrambled to answer it.

“Fancy seeing you here,” You greeted, leaning against the door with what you hoped was a relaxed expression.

“I did tell you I’d be here,” Loki responded, a small smile flickering across his face as he stepped inside.

“Did you? Well I’ve got tea steeping, so you may as well come in.” You ushered him into the dinning room, kicking yourself for not closing the door to your disaster of an office.

“How kind of you,” Loki remarked, shedding his peacoat and draping it over the back of his chair. “How goes the writing?”

“I thought you were here to tell me that.” You quipped, setting the mugs and fixings for tea on the table.

“Are you not still working while I read?”

“That was the original plan, I sorta psyched myself out when I realized that you’re my first reader.” You admitted. “I didn’t get much further than my basic notes for the next chapter.”

 “That’s quite alright.” Loki reassured. “From what you’ve told me, you’re already fairly far along. How much have you written thus far?”

You quickly did the math in your head. “I’m eighteen chapters into a projected forty-ish.”

He laughed a little, giving you a see? look. “You’re halfway through, and how long have you been working on this?”

“A little over a year. I’m going to try to take a break and focus on revisions while you make your way through my massive backlog.”

“A wise decision.” He nodded sagely. “Shall I share my thoughts on Chapter One, then?”

“Ugh, may as well.” You took a long, slow sip of your tea like it was whiskey. “Get it over with.”

Loki chuckled, slipping a square of neatly folded paper from his pocket. “There’s nothing bad, I assure you. Just a few discrepancies I thought you may like to remedy.”

He seemed to have enjoyed your work. He had a lot of praise for the world building and characterization. You felt your heart pound a little harder when he mentioned the character you’d based on him. If he saw the similarities, he gave no indication.

His critiques were few, but highly valuable. He pointed out repetitive word usage, and information known by characters who shouldn’t know it yet. You ended up getting your laptop to read along with him and make the changes while they were still fresh in your mind.

“I really appreciate your feedback, Loki.” You said repeatedly as you walked him to the door. “This has been enormously helpful.”

“I highly enjoyed helping you, it’s been a delightful read. I assume you’ll be sending me the next three chapters?”

You blinked in surprise. “Oh, yeah. Yeah! Of course, wow. Thanks. Again.”

Loki hummed, taking your hand and pressing a cordial kiss to the back of it. He met your eyes, his gaze intense. You swallowed a gulp. “Thank you for giving me the chance to see your work. I can’t wait to see what else you’ve come up with.”

Oh. 

Oh no.

. . . 

“I have one more question.” Loki divulged.

“Hit me.”

“You’re clearly writing a love story between your main characters, yes?”

“Yeah. It’s more of a side plot, though. I don’t want the romance to be the main focus, but their relationship is important in how they get through their problems.” You explained, sinking into your couch’s cushions. “I didn’t made them fall in love just on a whim.”

“Mmm. I can see that. It’s a commendable portrayal, to say the least. But I have to ask, not as your editor, but as a reader; are they ever going to confess?”

You laughed at his exasperated tone. He clearly had some feelings invested in this. Your heart swelled as an author.

“Maybe,” You shrugged one shoulder noncommittally. 

Loki threw his head back, groaning in aggravation, eliciting another laugh from you.

“They’re fighting monsters, Loki! Their obvious mutual attraction is the least of their concerns.”

“It’s maddening,” He pressed on. “I understand it’s not the main concern, but their tension is nearly palpable!”

“Well, I have been toying with this idea...”

“Let’s hear it,” He grunted.

“I figured that they could be separated during a big battle. Something super messy and stressful. Put the fear of death in them, you know?” You held your hands out, palms up.

“As one does.” Loki nodded.

“Right. So picture this: opposite ends of the battlefield. They’re desperately searching for each other as the dust settles. Their eyes meet. For a few seconds, neither of them moves; they’re too stunned and relieved the other is alive to move. With me so far?”

“Yes, and desperately intrigued.”

“They snap out of it and make a beeline for each other.” You continue. “Collision. They’re lying in a heap on the ground, checking each other for injuries. They’re still in shock, rambling at each other, when a calm suddenly washes for over them. They hold their gaze for a second, and then, still high off the adrenaline, kiss.”

“Ah, the stress of the fight made them confront their own mortality.” Loki finished for you. “They have to come to terms with their feelings before they loose each other.”

“Yes!” You clapped, tickled by his enthusiasm. “I didn’t know you where a such a romantic.”

He grunted. “Only when it’s well written.”

“I somehow find find that hard to believe.”

“And by that you mean...?”

“Nothing.” You amended quickly. “Just that you’re very suave.”

“If the way you write me is any indication, I’d say you’re correct.”

You froze, an icy realization suddenly washing over you.

“And, if the way you’ve written yourself is any indication,” he went on, a twinkle in his eye “I’d say you enjoy it a lot more that you let on.”

Mother of fuck.

“How long have you known?” You asked quietly.

“Since chapter nine.” He answered smoothly. “Your characters had a conversation that reminded me a little too much of one we’ve had. Once I’d made that realization, everything stared falling into place the more I read.”

“Shit,” You muttered, planting your face into your hands.

Loki gave you a moment of privacy, before you heard him say your name in a gentle voice. You felt the couch shift as he moved closer to you. His fingers gently brushed over your knee.

“I realize we have an unfortunate shortage of harrowing battles,” He said in a low voice “but perhaps you would still allow me to kiss you?”

“What?” You lifted your head, your confused eyes meeting his sincere ones.

“I’d like to kiss you.”

“Why?” Your voice shook.

“Why? Why?” Loki repeated, seemingly in shock as he took your hands in his own. “Because you are thoughtful and deliberate with everything you do. Because you are lovely and kind and trusting. Because you befriended me when no one else would. Because you’ve built me castles out of paragraphs, all describing feelings I’ve shared but not acted upon for far too long.”

You stared at him in shock, mouth slightly agape as you processed his words. “Can I use that?” You finally asked.

Loki laughed fondly, reaching a hand out to lightly trace your lips with his thumb. “Only if you kiss me.”

Throwing caution into the wind, you leaned forward to press your lips onto his. He cradled your face in his hands, humming in satisfaction. He kissed you as though it was as natural as breathing, like it was something he’d done his whole life. You placed your hands on his shoulders, chasing his lips with your own.

He pulled away, put reconnected his lips to your neck, instead. You sighed in content as he kissed the curve of your neck, trailing his lips over your shoulders. “Loki,”

“Yes, my darling?” He purred against your skin.

“You never told me what you thought about my confession idea.” You pointed out. “Should I go with it?”

He chuckled, meeting your eyes, desire permeating his gaze, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His smile faltered upon seeing your expression. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Of course I am! I need your feedback.”

Loki sighed, collecting you in his arms and pulling you into his body. “It’s brilliant. You’re brilliant, and while I adore you, I don’t think I shall ever be able to forgive you for ruining such a lovely moment.”

You squirmed, but made no real attempt to escape his embrace. “You knew what you were signing up for.”

He hummed, burying his nose in your shoulder and breathing you in deeply. “Of course I did. Now I beg of you, let me have this.”

You laughed as he leaned forward, carefully closing your laptop sitting on the coffee table. You settled against him, “Fine by me.”

“Thank you,” Loki croaked, voice thick with emotion. His face was still hidden in his shoulder. 

It was too much for him, you realized with a jolt. He’d been so lonely, so convinced he was undeserving of love that he could scarcely believe you returned his feelings. He was brimming with over a thousand years worth of verbal abuse and alienation, of course he was getting emotional over this.

You felt the first tears wet your shoulder while you watched Loki with concern. He’d dealt with too much. There had been too many people in his life that had contributed to his suffering. Too many how had told him he wasn’t good enough. Too many who had physically hurt him. Now he needed someone to hold him while he cried. Someone who would touch him and love him carefully and tenderly, and tell him just how special he is. Just how loved he is.

So you did just that.

[babyboibucky]

Deserve Better

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky disappeared and came back only to say goodbye.

Word Count: 2,887

Warnings: angsty angsty angsty angsty angsty

A/N: Post-endgame timeline with lotsa angst! Included Andy Barber here because why the fuck not but he’s really not a major character lol

Deserve Better || Undeserving || Deserve The Best

MAIN MASTERLIST

-

The day you got Bucky back was the same day he said goodbye. He left you— said it was for the best— just as when your fingertips touched him for the first time after five years of longing.

Your reunion with Bucky after the snap was nothing like the movies, far from it actually. A lot of things happened when he was snapped back, in between the battle with Thanos and Tony’s funeral. Besides, you weren’t an Avenger; you didn’t work for SHIELD nor the CIA. In fact, you remained oblivious of the battle that was going on until the moment of chaos caused by the sudden reappearances of half of the world’s population.

And then you received a message from Steve, about the tragedy and the sacrifice of Tony Stark. He was inviting you to the funeral and as much as you felt devastated from the loss of a hero, you couldn’t help but focus your attention on the last line of Steve’s message.

Bucky’s going to be there too. He’s back. He needs you to be there with him.

It wasn’t until the funeral was over that you finally got to have Bucky all to yourself. You had locked gazes when you arrived and staring back into his beautiful blue eyes again made your knees weak.

Bucky was really back.

“Hi.” He greeted you first, his voice remained the same— soft and gentle.

One word was enough to make you feel the warmth of his existence. Hearing him, seeing him again felt like finally coming home after a very long, tiring day.

“Hi, Buck.” You whispered.

Bucky’s smile was all it took for the dam to finally break. You’d burst into tears right then and there and you were more than ready to feel his arms around you after years of hugging yourself to sleep during his absence.

But the warmth never came. If any, Bucky stopped himself from doing so. You frowned when he took a step back from you, extending his metal arm to keep you at a certain length away from him.

“I’m sorry.” He uttered, refusing to meet your gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“I have to go.” He explained, gently squeezing your arm before rubbing circles on your skin using his thumb.

You didn’t understand why Bucky needed to go when he just got back. You just got him back. You had spent years crying over his disappearance only for him to come back and disappear again?

Bucky explained that he thought he got better but things have become so vastly different after the snap that it left him feeling broken and different again. He told you about Steve’s decision to go back in time, never to return again. How Tony’s death made him feel like it was too late to set things straight and how he would probably carry the guilt and regret from not being able to apologize for what he had done.

“I’ll help you, Buck. We’ll work through this together. I want to be by your side when things get better.” You insisted, tears blurring your vision as you tried to reach for Bucky, wanting to feel him again after such a long time.

But Bucky kept on moving away from you, he kept on pushing you away and you wanted to understand why he wouldn’t let you touch him.

“I’ll only hurt you, I don’t want that to happen. I want to get better because you deserve better. But I can’t do that with you because this...this is something that I gotta figure out by myself.” He further explained.

You shook your head, unable to accept his decision. “Buck...I don’t think I can lose you again. I just got you back...I can’t afford to lose you again, please?”

When you attempted to reach for Bucky’s hand, he finally let you. You quickly entwined your fingers through his metal ones and savored how they felt against your skin. They were cold as usual, but Bucky always oozed a certain warmth that made you feel safe.

But now they’re just that— cold and hard.

“I love you. I’ll wait, Bucky.” You murmured and tugged at his hand before he could even let you go.

Bucky smiled sadly at you, “You don’t have to, doll.”

You shook your head and brought Bucky’s hand to your lips as you cried, “I want to. And I will.”

Pressing one final kiss on his hard knuckles, you watched Bucky slip his hand away from yours before turning around to leave. You felt your chest tighten as if you lost all the oxygen in your lungs the same way you lost Bucky.

Losing him the second time around proved to be even more painful. Because this time, he didn’t just disappear.

He walked away.

-

You waited for Bucky to come home to you for days and weeks until they turned into months...and then years. Still, no Bucky walked through your doorstep but you never stopped hoping.

Sleep was such a rare occurrence to you since Bucky walked away. How do you honestly cope with the loss of someone when you haven’t even healed yet from his first disappearance? You wanted to get mad at him, curse him for suddenly deciding to leave you. But you felt selfish for even thinking about that, because Bucky left to better himself.

To be better for you. He said so himself.

So you kept waiting for him to come back. You made it your reason to keep going. You looked forward to the day you’d hear your door open followed by his heavy foot steps. You wondered, would he smell the same then? Would he still be using your favorite perfume on him? One that smelled like cedar wood and mint and well, Bucky. Would his hair still be of the same length? What about his beard? Would he shave them off before coming back home?

How about his gaze? Would his blue ones still look at you as if you were his moon?

As much as these thoughts made you miss him more, they were the ones that you held onto. They were like your glimmer of hope on nights you were the loneliest, on nights you cried and dreamt of his return only to wake up to an empty, cold space beside you.

You held onto these thoughts every single day in hopes of them becoming real soon enough.

People have told you to move on, to not waste your time waiting for someone who walked away just like that. But you trusted Bucky when he said he wanted to be better because you deserved better. You couldn’t move on, not from Bucky.

You love him with your entire being, so much that his absence caused you physical pain too. You couldn’t even find the right words to describe how much you love Bucky.

In the three years that you spent waiting, you’d met a lot of people too. People who showed interest but none of them really won you over.

You’d met a man named Andy through work. He was a lawyer and was dealing with his own divorce. The connection was there and you wouldn’t deny that.

Two people dealing with the grief from losing someone they love, it wasn’t that hard not to find a common ground. And you did find some solace in Andy and him in you. But it was just that, nothing more and nothing less.

“How has it been?” You asked Andy after he had settled into the booth across of you.

The restaurant was surprisingly scarce on a Sunday morning. Usually there were plenty of customers, their chatters overpowering the soft music playing in the background. Now, it was peaceful and the radio was turned off. There were only the clinks of plates of being set on tables and the footsteps of the staff walking around the place as they attended to the few customers around.

It was serene and peaceful, pretty much like Andy’s aura when he arrived.

“I wouldn’t say I’m fine but I guess I’m at a much better place now than before.” He said with a nod, as if he was finally agreeing with himself after questioning his emotions for the past few months.

You offered a kind smile and placed a hand on top of his, “It shows, Andy. I’m glad. I’m happy for you.” You said.

He had been going through a lot of emotions since he signed the divorce papers. He didn’t want to but knew it was for the best. Andy had a son, Jacob, and he didn’t want for his son to grow up in an environment where his parents no longer slept on the same bed. As much as he loved Laurie, the relationship was no longer working and was becoming toxic the more they stayed together.

“And you?” Andy asked back before calling the waiter.

You let out a deep breath, “Still waiting.” You chuckled as your stared at your hand that remained on top of Andy’s.

Andy spared you an apologetic glance but nodded, “I do hope he knows how lucky he is.” He said, turning his palm up so he could hold your hand.

To others, the gesture may seem romantic but it really wasn’t. You and Andy both knew that despite the similarities and the comfort you found in each other, the both of you were not meant to be together in that way.

Your heart still belonged to Bucky after all.

-

When you received an invitation from Sam Wilson, you felt confused and excited. There was going to be a huge gala at the compound to honor Steve Rogers’ legacy as Captain America.

You’d heard the news about Steve’s passing not long after he went back in time. He finally got to live the life he deserved and when he came back, it was as if everything had been corrected. He may no longer be the super soldier that many knew but he remained the same person— but he wasn’t the man out of time anymore. Despite his white hair and wrinkles, Steve looked the happiest he had ever been.

You wondered how Bucky coped up with such a huge loss, you always worried for him.

It sparked debate though, Steve’s decision to leave the Avengers. Some got angry, said that Steve was selfish for doing that. Others showed sympathy, that Steve didn’t owe the world anything. He’d spent a lifetime fighting for everyone. It was time that he fought for himself and what he deserved. And Sam fought just as hard for Steve’s legacy and finally, all his hard work finally paid off.

What confused you was whether Bucky was going to be there? Does he know about the gala? Was he finally back? If he was, why hasn’t he come home to you yet? You had so many questions that you wanted to ask.

The answers though, were literally in the palm of your hand— the invitation.

-

It was no surprise how big the gala was. Just on your way inside, you’d already come across a lot of big personalities. There were politicians and popular celebrities too. You felt intimidated given that you went by yourself and that you weren’t really part of their world.

You were just you, someone who had fallen in love with one Bucky Barnes who introduced you to the world of superheroes. The rest was history.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” You turned around and found Sam approaching you with a huge smile.

You embraced him and smiled as you pulled away, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You told him.

It was Steve and Sam that you’d met first and they were nothing but kind to you. Despite being well, ordinary, they welcomed you like their own when Bucky had introduced you.

Sam’s expression changed at your response, “I honestly thought that you wouldn’t show up after Bucky said—“

“Bucky?” You immediately cut him off upon hearing his name.

“Bucky’s back?” You asked and Sam had never looked more confused as ever.

He carefully nodded, brows knitting together as he frantically looked around. “I thought you knew about it.”

“How long? How long has it been since he came back, Sam?” You probed, feeling your throat constricting at the unexpected revelation.

Sam merely looked at you with what seemed to be pity. Why? Why was he looking at you like he was sorry? And why didn’t Bucky tell you when he came back? Was he simply not ready? Or was he waiting for the right time?

“Sam, how long?” You asked again, voice firmer this time around.

“A year ago. He decided to join the Avengers but wanted to undergo formal training before taking on the responsibility of one.” He responded.

You opened your mouth to say something but it’s as if your whole body was paralyzed. He had been back for an entire year now...and yet he kept you waiting?

A hand on your arm pulled you back to the surface, looking up at Sam you shook your head in utter confusion.

“I don’t understand why he didn’t tell me.”

Sam sighed, “I thought you knew. He said he saw you and—“

Sam’s words died on his tongue when he saw that your attention was no longer on him. Following the line of your sight, Sam turned around and saw that Bucky had walked into the venue. He swallowed and couldn’t hide the guilt he felt from assuming that you knew about his return. Before he could apologize, you’d brushed past him as you kept your gaze on Bucky.

Why he didn’t inform you of his return was beyond you and to be honest, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it for now. Because Bucky was right in front of you and it felt like forever since you last saw him.

A lot has changed. He chopped off his hair but he still sported some scruff. Bucky looked closer to his younger self back in the 40’s. You remembered the conversation you had with him about cutting his hair.

“Should I cut it?” Bucky stood in your bathroom, observing his long locks in the mirror as he ran his fingers through them.

You walked over to him, hugging him from behind and pressing your lips on his back before moving to stand beside him.

“Do you want to?” you asked.

Bucky scrunched his nose, “Maybe in the future. I do miss my hair back then.” he smiled.

You chuckled, “Back when Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes used to sweep the ladies off of their feet?” you teased.

Bucky turned to you and wrapped an arm around your wait pulling you closer to kiss your lips, “Hmm, I wanna see if that hair will have the same effect on you.” he said and kissed your cheek.

You hummed as you caressed his face with your delicate hands, “I’d like to see that too, but maybe you should keep the scruff.”

But it wasn’t just his hair that changed. It was his entire demeanor— his aura seemed a lot lighter now, he seemed happier and confident. You knew it for a fact because he wasn’t wearing a glove to hide his metal hand. It was out on display for everyone to see and shake, apparently.

You watched in awe as Bucky interacted with the people around him. He used to avoid eye contact with strangers but now he seemed relaxed doing so. Although he would still open and close his metal hand, something he did whenever he was anxious. The crowd still made him uncomfortable but he’s shown a lot of improvement since then.

The question as to why he never told you about his return continued to linger in the back of your head. But you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling from ear to ear, eyes brimming with tears as you quickened your steps.

Your Bucky was finally back.

And then the world seemed to have stopped when a certain blonde walked over to Bucky, her hand sliding over to his cheek as she leaned up to press a quick peck on his lips.

You knew her of course, Sharon Carter; and you knew about her and Steve. It was Bucky himself who told you about them and how proud he was that Steve finally decided to try his luck at romance. Which is why you felt even more appalled at the scene playing before you.

The way Bucky slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and how he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. How he was smiling down at her, whispering to her ear as they laughed.

Bucky was in love with Sharon. You didn’t have to ask him that anymore because he was looking at her like she was his moon, his source of light in the darkness.

You knew that because he looked at you the same way, back when you still had his heart.

Suddenly, the questions plaguing your mind found their answers. You understood now why he never came home to you.

He did get better, you could tell that by the way he smiled and laughed.

Bucky was better now, but not for you. At least, not anymore.

-

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[darkshadow90]

Loki x Reader: You meet President Loki

Summary: After being pruned, you and Loki end up in a very strange place. You meet other Loki variants, including one that looks exactly like your Loki, but he’s different. You’re not sure how to handle the insanity.

A/N: Hey guys just a quick little one shot for President Loki. I was disappointed that he wasn’t a more integral part of the episode and kind of just ended up being a joke. It was still cool he was in the show though. Anyway the reader ends up in that strange place with Loki. Eventually she meets President Loki. President Loki shows up to discuss a deal he made with Boastful Loki, he isn’t  content with having the bunker for himself. Luckly, the Lokis are there to protect her. Warnings: Reader makes fun of President Loki’s suit, President Loki wants the reader for himself. I hope you like it :) I might do another President Loki one shot depending on how this one goes.

You and Loki had been pruned together and ended up in a strange place. It looked desolate. You bet four other variants of Loki. One seemed to brag a lot. He was prideful. He held a large hammer. One was an alligator, one was an older Loki and the last one was a young boy. They saved you from that awful creature lurking in the sky. They led you to their hidden bunker. Each of them told their stories of how they ended up in there. “I defeated the Avengers and gathered all six Infinity Stones.” The alligator Loki growled. “That’s alligator for liar.” The older Loki said. “Well at least I didn’t eat the wrong neighbor’s cat!” Alligator Loki growled at the prideful Loki’s response. “Hey, take it easy you two!” You said. “What about you?” You asked the others. “I missed my brother and tried to leave to go find him. I survived my encounter with Thanos on our ship. I used magic to fool him. Thor and I were separated and I ended up isolating myself on a planet. I got lonely and decided to try and find Thor. That’s when the TVA showed up.” “I killed Thor...it was an accident.” They all looked at you and Loki. “I stole the Tesseract and escaped captivity and she was late for work.” “And you trust her?” Loki nodded. “Well, if you trust her, I suppose we can trust her, too.” The older Loki said.

You learned the creature’s name was Alioth. Loki had told the others he planned kill it. The Loki laughed telling him that it was no use. “Come on. We need to go.” “Why? They saved us. We shouldn’t just leave them.” “Y/N, listen. If we were sent here there’s a chance Mobius and Sylvie could be here too we need to find them.” “But Alioth could still be out there, if it is, we won’t get very far.” “Okay fine, I’ll climb up and see if it’s out there.” Loki climbed up the ladder and opened the hatch. There were a bunch of people, who you assumed to be variant Lokis, and a Loki in a green suit wearing a Vote Loki pen were all around. it. The Loki in the green suit looked exactly like Loki. “Ah, hello. Who might you be?” He even sounded like Loki, but his voice was different. It was smoother, it sounded a lot more menacing. It was clear to you that this Loki may have looked like your Loki, but he was completely different. You knew you didn’t want to be alone with him. “We’ve got company.”

They came down the ladder. “I’m here to discuss the deal we made.” The presidential Loki said to the prideful Loki. “I’m sorry, my king. I have betrayed you. I’m king now.” The prideful Loki said to young Loki. “You bastard, you led them to us!” The older Loki said. “About that, I’ve decided I want the throne.” The Loki army had their weapons ready. “That wasn’t the bargain! We give you supplies, you give us your army and I take the throne!” The prideful Loki said.  You quickly blurted out what you were thinking. “You look ridiculous. Where did you get the idea for that hideous suit, the mascot for Lucky Charms cereal? You could at least try to look presentable.” Poor impulse control on your part. The other Lokis chuckled. Given that there was so much junk around the place there had to be a Lucky Charms cereal box somewhere since they all seemed to know what you were talking about. 

You could tell you struck a nerve. It took a moment for the presidential Loki to regain his composure before he chuckled. “I like this one. How about a new bargain. My army, my throne, and I get to claim her for myself.” You didn’t like that at all. You could tell that this Loki was much more dangerous and selfish than the other Loki’s. He wanted you for himself, not because he cared about you. He wanted to own you, like property or a possession. Loki and the others got in front of you protectively and the alligator Loki growled. “About that...” One of the Lokis in the army said. Soon all the Lokis began fighting and the older Loki created a cloud of magic for all of you to escape. You quickly made you way through it to safety, feeling relieved the ordeal was over. @freeshavacadoodx

[anonymousfiction211]

Handcuffed together: 20

A/N: I was away this weekend with my parents and little brother. So, a bit delayed but I hope the extra long chapter makes up for it. To be honest, I didn’t quite know what came over me when I wrote the end of the chapter, but enjoy :P

Cutting the tension ‘Hmm.. What are you doing?’ Loki sleepily asked you while he turned around, hoping to grab you and pull you closer to his chest.

His face scrunched together when he didn't feel you. You were on your knees beside him. ‘Stay still, I'm healing you’ you scolded when he turned around to look for you on the other side with his eyes closed.

‘You don't have to’ he said.

‘I'll do what I want’ you tried your best to imitate his voice.  

Loki opened one eye to warn you, you smiled back at him to let him know that this was not the time to start the fight that was inevitably coming. Loki just sighed ‘Fine, because it feels nice’ he said.

‘I know what I'm doing’ you defensively answered.

‘Of course, you do. You had a great teacher after all’ he smirked. Now it was your turn to sigh.

‘You're too smug for your own good’

‘You love it’ he teased back.

After that there was an uncomfortable silence. The air was thick between the two of you. There was a lot to talk about, a lot to fight about, neither of you wanted to start. But both of you knew that pretending nothing had happened was not an option. It was still quite unclear what the two of you were at the moment.  

‘So ehm..’ you started, but had actually no idea where the sentence was going.

‘How- ehm.. How are you feeling?’ you asked.

‘Much better, thank you’ Loki politely answered.

Loki moved upwards to sit on his bed with his back against the headboard. ‘Are you finally going to tell me what Thanos wanted?’  

You were still working on his leg, but you dropped your magic and literally froze when you heard the question. You still hadn't thought of a way to tell him that if you didn't think of a plan quickly, he would be back in Thanos his service in a week.  

‘It can't be that bad, which stone do you have to collect?’ he asked again.

‘I eh.. have to collect the time stone in a week’ you started.

‘We can work around that, what's the problem then? That is better than what I had to do’ he commented.

‘That's not all...’

‘What more do you have to do?’ he asked.

‘I try to bargain, but Thanos didn't want to let you go’ ‘I tried to convince him to let us go together, or to come back myself and set you free, but he didn't go for it’ tears were starting to form in your eyes. You could tell from Loki's face that he was putting two and two together.

‘What did you settle on?’ he asked if you could call it that. It sounded more like a growl than Loki's own voice at the moment.

‘If I give the him the stone, he comes to collect the Time stone and takes you with him, to give you another chance in his service’ you barely made audible.  

You were genuinely scared when Loki's hands lit up green and furniture like his chair, the nightstand and lots of books were flying through the room. Loki, who looked a lot better than before, was breathing hard. His nostrils were wide and he looked like he could kill anyone in sight within mere seconds. He looked around the room, probably inspecting the mess he just made. When his eyes settled on you his gaze softened a bit.  

‘I'm sorry' you said, trying not the break down at the moment. You expected him to scream, to yell or even to hurt you at the moment. You saw the moment he made his mind up at the whole situation, he opened his mouth to say something, but a loud knock on the door interrupted him. Both of your heads turned towards the door that opened.

Bruce and Thor walked in, who were not doing their best at hiding their surprise to see you on Loki's bed with barely any clothes on. Loki looked straight ahead, showing no emotion whatsoever.  

‘I'm here for your check-up' Bruce said, obviously nervous of Loki's state of mind right now. You couldn't blame him at the moment for it.  

Thor who looked around the room and apparently wasn't surprised about the mess apparently. He just nodded to himself. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asked Loki who just shrugged in answer. The two men looked at you and you got the hint.

‘I should probably go and talk to Steve about everything’ you made the excuse in the hope Loki would let you know something. But he didn't. He just looked straight forward and pretended not to have heard you. You awkwardly got off the bed and walked towards your own bedroom. Before you talked to Steve, you wanted to take a shower to make yourself look decent. The moment you stepped into the hot shower you burst out crying. You sat down on the shower floor, crying while the water ran over your body. When your skin started to wrinkle and actually hurt under the water, you thought it was best to get out of the shower. Looking at the clock you were in there for almost an hour.  

You put on your leggings and a nice thick sweater, not caring about your appearance at the moment anymore. After that you were searching for Steve, to tell him everything that had happened.  

The end of the day

It took the whole day to tell your story to Steve, after that to Natasha and Tony. They called a meeting for the whole team, where you had to tell your story again. Everyone was present, except Loki. Even Steven Strange was there, which you were grateful for. Until he said that there was no way he would put the time stone in any danger and giving up Loki to Thanos’ service was maybe the best choice of action at this point. You wanted to punch him in the face, but Steve stopped you. He said it might be a better idea to think about everything and talk about it later. He suggested that you made a cup of tea and relaxed a bit.  

You and Bruce were the only two people who actually left the meeting. You knew they were going to continue, but you were thankful Steve gave you an out at the moment. He often did that for Bruce too, since too much stress wasn't good for him. Nobody commented on him leaving as well. The two of you made yourselves a cup of tea and during it Bruce caught you up with the latest projects he was working on. You didn't really care for it, but seeing him so excited about stuff you didn't quite understand was enough for you to let him continue and sometimes ask a question.  

‘I really need to go back to the lab’ Bruce said. ‘Are you going to be okay? Loki was eh.. not in his best mood’

‘Did he say anything?’ you hopefully asked.

‘Not really' Bruce shook his head. ‘Sorry’.

‘Not your fault. Go back to your lab, I'm fine’ you lied.  

After Bruce left you sat by yourself for a while. But the room was quite big and it made you feel alone. Since the rest of the team probably were going to talk about everything the whole night, and you didn't feel like lending Bruce a hand at the moment, you opted for an early night. You thought about visiting Loki, but you wouldn't be surprised if he had already left to execute some plan by himself.

You entered your room and didn't bother to put on the lights. You were going to bed anyway. Walking towards your dresser you changed your sweater for a large t-shirt and turned towards the bed. Loki suddenly stood two meters away from you. You actually shrieked a little when you saw him. Normally, he would show a wide grin. He loved it when he scared you. But not this time. He looked at you, angrily without saying a word. He was still wearing his pyjama's, but it didn't make him look less dangerous than if he stood here in full armour. His hands showed green sparks from time to time, illuminating the room. And you swore you his green eyes lit up with them. He slowly started to walk towards you and instinctively you walked backwards. You back hit the wall, Loki moved closer until you were trapped between him and the wall.

‘I'm not going to hurt you’ was the first thing he said.

‘What are you going to do then?’ you asked, the nerves clearly hearable in your voice.

‘I was going to run’ he growled.  

‘Loki, I'm sorry..’ you started but he put his hand over your mouth to keep you from talking.

He brought his face closer to yours and sniffed your hair. His hand left your mouth so you could breathe again. He placed his hand on his hip as a warning for you not to move. Your hands went to his chest, and you could feel his heart pound in his chest.  

‘I'm angry with you’ he said.

You were afraid the he would be. You felt like crying, but because of the fear only a single tear managed to escape from your eye. To your surprise Loki kissed it away. The kiss was soft and full of love.  

‘I'm not angry at you, because you made that deal. It was probably the best thing you could have done in that situation’ he sternly looked you in your eyes.

When you swallowed hard and nodded to let you know you had heard him, he tightened the grip on your hip. ‘I'm angry, because I want to run but I can't’ he growled. ‘I know we still stand a chance, but we won't if I go without you. And I refuse to take you with me.’

Finally understanding his reasoning behind his actions at the moment, you weren't fearful anymore. ‘What are you going to do now?’ you asked.

‘I won't run, I won’t hide my emotions. If I can't be without you, then I'm going to be with you. I won't be gentle, I will be rough. But know that I won't actually hurt you. And if you don't want this, if you don't want me anymore. This is your chance to tell me. Because after this, I won't ever let you go. And that is a promise’ he whispered in your ear.  

He looked into your eyes, intensely awaiting your response.  

‘Yes’ you were barely able to made audible with all the excitement going through you.

Suddenly Loki's hand left your lips and settled on your throat. He didn't squeeze hard to keep you from breathing, but hard enough to let you know he could any second.

‘Yes, what?’ he growled.

‘Yes, sir’ you quickly answered.  

When the words left your lips he crashed his lips on yours. There wasn't anything soft about the kiss. He didn't give you a chance to gasp for air, he kept kissing you, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. His other hand went to your lower back, pushing you as close against him as possible. The kiss while passionately was also needy. Even though you knew Loki was in quite a dominant mind frame, and actually angry at the moment, you still could feel the love and need he had for you.

When he broke the kiss, you finally could take a large gasp of air. He squeezed your throat a little tighter after that. ‘You have no idea how much trouble you are in’ he smirked. He forcefully grabbed your hair and dragged you towards the bed. Ignoring the hiss, you made from the sudden pain in your scalp. You were thrown onto the bed, where Loki immediately pinned you down. A green glow engulfed you and you were completely naked. Your hands tied together above your head against the headboard, while your legs were tied to either bedpost. Loki, still fully clothed, started to kiss your neck and ran his hands up and down your body.

You felt him smile against your skin every time you moaned and whimpered. And a bigger smile every time he hit a ticklish spot and you squirmed. Trying to get away, knowing that you weren’t able to. He teasingly started to push his hips up and down, feeling his cock through his clothes against your opening. He knew what he was doing. He kept going and going, whilst ignoring every plead off you for him to finger, lick or fuck you. You tried to move your hips, to create more friction, but Loki just chuckled at your weak attempts. You were tied far too tightly to the bed to do anything but let him enjoy your body.  

‘Don't fret darling, I will fuck you all night long. Until you beg me to stop, until you feel so full of me you are going to wake up tomorrow morning and feel empty without me’

‘O, God yes’ you moaned aloud.

‘Who is your God?’ he smirked.

‘You’ you breathed heavily.

‘That's right, I'm your God and you're mine’ and with that Loki descended his lips without warning on your clit. He started to flick your clit with his tongue. With two fingers he entered you. Already wet he didn't meet any resistance. Loki went for the right spots without teasing you any further, making you come fast and hard.  

He worked you through your first orgasm and let his own clothes shimmer away. His aching cock sprang free and with it the invisible bonds that tied you to the bed.

‘Up’ was all he commanded.

You slowly sat upright. Loki grabbed your hair and pushed you over, so you were on all fours. Loki sat high on his knees, looking down at you. His fingers trailed against your lips and he inched closer so his cock was almost touching you.

‘Be a good girl and suck’ he put the tip of his cock against your lips and you immediately moved forwards to take his entire cock in your mouth. While you stuck your tongue out and made sure you moved it across his entire length, Loki started to fuck your mouth like he wanted. He was grunting hard and kept praising you. You were eager to please him, but he suddenly halted all movement and stopped you.

He pushed you back on your back again ‘If I'm going to cum tonight, it will be inside of that snug little pussy of yours’ he growled.  

He pushed himself inside of you. You moaned out his name again and again in the rhythm he was trusting. Loki kept a steady but fast pace. He put his hand in yours, making you once again immobile while he put your hands on either side of your head. His lips went back to the sweet spot on your neck. He started to kiss and suck it. His pace quickened and was hitting just the right spot inside of you.  

‘Since you already know I guess there is no point of hiding anymore’ he suddenly said. Before you could be surprised, he bit down your neck hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough for you to scream out in pain and pleasure. You suddenly felt the base of his cock swell. He pushed in deep one last time before he stilted as deep inside of you as he could. You felt his cock twitch and shoot out his sperm, triggering your own orgasm. Loki collapsed on top of you, but held himself up a bit, to not crush you. Both of you were panting hard.  

When the two of you came down from your high, you noticed the swelling of his cock slowly decreasing. But right now, it was still too big for him to remove himself from you.  

‘That's new’ you breathed out hard.

‘It's ehm.. a biological thing. I should have told you. I just got caught up in the moment a bit’ Loki sheepishly answered.

You felt him tense up a bit. So, you squeezed his hands, since he hadn't let yours go, and kissed his cheek. Loki's response was to start kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, all over your face.  

‘I'm not complaining’ you giggled.  

‘Good, otherwise we would have a problem the rest of the night’ Loki teased.

The swelling finally went down enough for Loki to slowly slip out of you. ‘I'm going to get you a glass of water and after that, I'm going to fuck you again’ he whispered before disappearing to the bathroom and emerging with a glass of water and his cock already semi-hard.  

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Resurrect Me: Part 2 (N.R.)

Part One

Huge shoutout to @confusinggemini612 who requested this a loooong time ago and I’m just now getting to it (I am so sorry for the wait). I hope this is what you had in mind :)

Warnings: swearing; PTSD; mentions of suicide/self-sacrifice

Word count: 2.6k

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

The cool breeze blows through my hair, the hand in mine being the only source of warmth in the chill of the Russian countryside. As we walk closer, a chorus of pigs snorting fills my ears. Natasha had given me a brief rundown and a quick pep talk before taking me to meet her family. Now, it was game time.

“Are you ready?”

“Not in the slightest,” I respond to the redhead.

“Let’s do it then,” she says with a smirk, to which I reply with a scoff.

We walk through the gate and enter the small house, immediately hearing three distinct voices, each laced with a thick Russian accent. The voices hush as the door closes behind us, and a blonde woman is the first to greet us.

“Ah, сестра! Mom and Dad are flirting again, let’s make a run for it,” Yelena whisper-yells.

“So put a sedative in their vodka or something, I don’t know,” Natasha replies. I’m not sure if I should introduce myself or not, so I just stand there awkwardly.

“They are both spies, they’re not going to fall for- actually, Alexei would, but Mom would never fall for that,” Yelena pauses as she notices me. She looks me from head to toe and squints before her lips quirk into a smirk. “And who might this be? Is this your little girlfriend?”

“Yelena, don’t be an ass,” Nat grumbles with a scowl.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yelena hums before turning back to Natasha. “She’s definitely your girlfriend.”

“Oh shut up,” Natasha whines, walking further into the house. I look at Yelena and nod in confirmation before following Nat. I hear her whisper “I knew it” from behind me, causing me to laugh. Natasha turns to give me a questioning look, but I just brush it off with a shrug and a smirk. She narrows her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a deep, booming voice.

“Natasha! Welcome home! Look at this, all my girls back together again! It is so nice to see you,” Alexei says, moving forward to pinch Natasha’s cheeks. She gently pushes him away with a scowl, and I can’t tell if she’s really uncomfortable or not. Either way, it brings my guard up, ready to defend her.

“And who might this be?” Alexei questions, turning to face me.

“Dad, this is Y/N,” she says before I can answer. I offer a kind smile.

Yelena, who had made her way to the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka, says “She’s Natasha’s girlfriend.”

“Thank you for the input, Yelena,” Natasha says with a tight-lipped smile.

“Girlfriend, huh? When did that happen? Natasha, I was not aware that you, uh, how do you say? Swing that way?” A dark-haired woman slaps his arm for his comment and he exclaims, “Ow!”

“Pay him no mind, Natasha. He is a bit slow, but Mama always knew. You were not very discreet about the way you looked at that Hannah girl in Ohio. And as for you, it is nice to meet you. I’m Melina, what is your name?” Her demeanor is friendly, but her gaze is skeptical. She’s probably already planning how to kill me if she decides that I’m not good enough for her daughter.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, too,” I say with a nervous smile.

“Alright, guys, that’s enough. Please stop harassing my girlfriend,” Natasha says with a sigh.

“Come, sit,” Yelena commands with a wave, still sitting at the kitchen table.

I sit across from her and Natasha sits next to me. Melina and Alexei follow soon after, with Alexei sitting at the head of the table and Melina sitting next to Yelena.

“Here you go,” Yelena says as she slides me a shot glass full of vodka. I clink it against hers in the air and down it in one go, grimacing at the burn. “Are you alright?” Yelena asks with a smirk, clearly enjoying my agony.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great. Just not used to Russian vodka, that’s all.” Yelena nods, satisfied with my answer, before going to pour me another shot.

Natasha stops her by saying, “Yelena, no more vodka. You’re going to kill her.”

“You’re no fun,” the younger sister says, but complies, nonetheless.

“Natasha, you are slouching again. Sit up straight,” Melina interjects.

“Mom, I’m not slouching. I told you I don’t slouch,” Nat protests.

“So how did you two meet?” Yelena asks, interrupting the banter.

“Oh, we met in New York during the invasion, when the Avengers were formed,” I answer.

“You are an Avenger! I knew you looked familiar. Tell me, does Captain America ever mention me, the great Red Guardian? I could kick his ass, you know. I’ve done it before,” Alexei says, causing the three Russian women to groan and complain.

“That never happened, Dad,” Yelena mumbles at the same time Natasha says, “He doesn’t talk about you because you guys have never met.” 

I raise my eyebrows at them. They seem awfully familiar with this conversation; how often does Alexei say this crap?

“So, Y/N. What happened when you guys brought everyone back? How did you do it? Natasha won't tell me,” Yelena questions. I chuckle nervously, glancing at Natasha, who is clearly uncomfortable with this topic of discussion.

“Um, I don’t know if I should… It’s complicated, really,” I say, trailing off.

“Yelena, stop. It doesn’t matter. And don’t put her in the middle of things,” Natasha responds, defending me. An awkward silence fills the room until Alexei speaks up again.

“He really hasn’t mentioned me? Have you even asked him about me?”

<//>

“Why won’t you tell them what happened?” I ask quietly. It’s nighttime now, and I’m lying in bed next to Nat in the guest room. She seemed so uncomfortable, and it’s been worrying me since.

“They just don’t need to know,” she replies shortly

“But they got snapped away, Natty. Don’t you think they deserve more of an explanation than what they’ve seen on the news?”

“Don’t tell me what to do with my family, Y/N.” Her sharp tone feels like a blade to the heart, but I take a deep breath and soften my resolve, knowing that she’s only snapping at me because something else is upsetting her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I just, I can tell that something is upsetting you. You can’t just bottle stuff up, Nat. It doesn’t have to be me if you’re not comfortable, but you need to talk to someone about it.”

She doesn’t respond immediately. “I’ve told them. I gave them the basics: Thanos snapped people away, we time traveled, got magical stones, snapped people back, and then killed Thanos. That satisfied my parents, but Yelena wants to know the whole story.”

“And you’re not comfortable retelling it?”

“Parts of it are bearable, but… I can’t think about it. You almost killed yourself for me, Y/N. You did die for me. I can’t think about that day, let alone tell my baby sister about it,” she says. Her voice is quiet, breaking as the tears flood her eyes. I pull her head into my chest and run my fingers through her hair.

“I’m right here, Natty. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You don’t have to tell anyone about what happened. I was terrified of losing you on Vormir. I hate talking about it, too.”

“Is that why you went to Dr. Garcia?”

“Partly. There were other reasons, too.” I hesitated before continuing. “I kept hearing the tortured screams. When I slept, in my head, everywhere I went. I heard them all the time. And I would get random whiffs of burning flesh. As you know, I went to the Underworld when I ‘died’ and I guess it just affected me more than I had originally thought.”

“Angel, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want to worry you, or freak you out. The whole thing was pretty weird. For a while, I honestly thought I was haunted. It was probably pretty selfish, but I didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away. But just to be clear, you aren’t haunted, right?”

I laugh quietly. “No, I am not haunted. A mild case of PTSD, but I’m doing better now. The therapy helped a lot.”

“Do you think it would help me? I still get nightmares sometimes...of you going over that cliff. I just, I close my eyes and you’re gone, and I hate it.”

“I’m so sorry, my love. I hate how much pain I’ve caused you. But I do think it would help. We can find someone when we get back home, yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Natty.”

<//>

“Just do it! It will be fun! I will go easy, I swear,” Yelena begs.

“Okay, fi-”

“No! No way in Hell. You are not sparring with her,” Natasha argues.

“I’ll be fine. Worst case scenario, she kicks my ass,” I say.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure the worst case scenario would be if I accidentally killed you,” Yelena says flatly. “But that won’t happen! Please, Natasha. I want to see what she’s got,” she pleads with a pout.

Natasha sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath about us being a bunch of children. “Fine, but if you so much as scratch her-”

“Y/N will be fine. Come on,” Yelena says, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the backyard.

Thirty minutes later, I’m flat on my back in the grass, wheezing. I groan as I attempt to sit up, the whole world spinning as I do.

“Yelena! What the hell did I say?! You literally threw her,” Natasha yells.

“No, no. I’m good,” I say weakly.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting her to be so...defenseless.”

“I am not defenseless,” I counter.

“You cannot even throw a punch,” the blonde deadpans.

“That doesn’t make her defenseless,” Nat says as she helps me to my feet. “She could take every single one of you out right now without even moving.” 

From a few feet away, Melina quirks an eyebrow and Alexei mumbles “she could not take me out.”

“You are delusional, Natasha. How are we supposed to trust this woman to protect you when she cannot even protect herself?” 

“She can protect both of us just fine, Yelena. Not that I need anyone’s protection.”

“Your sister has a point,” Melina tells Nat. “Sorry, Y/N,” she adds. I open my mouth to speak, but don’t even know what to say. This is my worst nightmare.

“You must be able to punch when you are in trouble! Much like I did to Captain America back in the day,” Alexei adds.

“Alright, enough. I’ll have you know that Y/N is one of the most powerful Avengers. Actually, she’s a literal goddess,” Natasha snaps.

“Well, of course you would think so. You are her girlfriend,” Melina says.

“Guys, I’m being serious!”

“Do not get snappy with us. We are just looking out for you,” Alexei says.

“I don’t need-”

“Somebody has to be there to keep you safe, and this girl could not bring harm to a plant,” Melina remarks. 

“I’m literally standing right here,” I mumble under my breath.

“She literally saved my life! How is that not keeping me safe?!” My eyes widen; what happened to not revealing that tidbit of information?

“What do you mean? You saved her life?” Yelena asks as she turns to address me.

“If it wasn’t for her, I would be dead right now. And you guys never would’ve come back,” Natasha retorts, clenching her jaw.

“What? Why? What happened,” Yelena rambles. I can see the worry etched on her face, and it makes her look oddly childlike. It almost makes me want to pull her into a hug, but I’m fairly certain she’d throat punch me if I tried.

“On a planet called Vormir. A life needed to be sacrificed to get one of the Infinity Stones. It was me, Clint, or Y/N. I tried, but Y/N stopped me. That’s what I mean.” Natasha is seething. She clearly didn’t appreciate her family’s doubts.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena addresses Natasha, but no one has the chance to answer her before Melina speaks up.

“If you sacrificed yourself, then how are you here?”

“It’s complicated,” I say with hesitance. “I am technically a goddess. I have many different powers, but most of them deal with death. When I died, I went to the Underworld, where I met my mother, Hecate, who is a goddess. Then, I came back. Resurrection is one of my powers. I know it’s a lot to take in, but that’s the truth.”

It’s silent for a minute as everyone processes my words. Everyone is staring at me with bewilderment, except for Yelena, who hasn’t taken her eyes off of her sister. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and a deep frown rests upon her lips.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena repeats, this time only a whisper. Natasha finally turns to look at her younger sister and her mouth bobs open and closed, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“I didn’t have a choice, Yelena,” Natasha finally says.

“You saved her?” the blonde asks me.

I hesitantly nod my head. “Yes, I guess I did.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, giving a curt nod before turning and walking mechanically back into the house. I awkwardly clear my throat and turn my gaze to the ground.

“Will you show us?” I raise my head to look at Alexei, confusion crossing my features at his request. “Will you show us your powers, I mean.”

“Dad…” Natasha warns.

“No, it’s okay. I can show you a little bit,” I say, right before teleporting away. I watch from a hill in the distance as Alexei looks frantically around him. I can hear him asking where I went, which makes me laugh.

I teleport into the house and walk around, looking for Yelena. I walk into a bedroom and find her sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka. “Hey, are you okay? We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m fine. Because learning that your sister almost died and there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent it is so much fun,” she scoffs.

“I’m sorry. We probably could’ve broken the news a bit softer.” I sit on the ground next to her, leaving about a foot of space between us.

“It’s not your fault,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“Don’t be. I am a horrible fighter,” I joke. She chuckles slightly, nodding in agreement.

“That you are. Can I see some of your magic, or whatever it is?” I hold out my hand and black mist dances above it with eerie elegance. I close my fist as it fades away, lowering my hand.

“Cool,” she says with a crooked smile. We hear the front door open and three sets of footsteps entering the house. I hear Nat calling my name.

“You okay?” I check one last time.

“I’m good. Thank you, Y/N, for saving my sister.”

“I’d do anything for her, Yelena. You don’t have to thank me for it.”

The bedroom door opens and Natasha’s head pokes in. “Y/N, we thought you’d completely left for a minute. Everything okay in here?”

Yelena and I look at each other and I look back to Natasha, overwhelmed with love for the redead. I smile and say, “Yeah, everything is just fine.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

It’s Always Been You ~ 148

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,800ish

Summary: the battle continues....

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

The fight was raging on as Clint ran through the battle field, the gauntlet and Stones with him.

“Cap!” He called over the comms. “What do you want me to do with this damn thing?”

“Get those Stones as far away as possible!” Steve ordered.

“No!” Bruce exclaimed. "We need to get them back where they came from.”

“No way to get them back. Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel,” Tony added.

“Hold on!” Scott interrupted. “That wasn’t our only time machine.” Suddenly, the song La Cucaracha began playing.

“Anyone see an ugly, brown van up there?” Steve wondered, going to higher ground to try himself.

“Yes!” Valkyrie answered. “But you’re not gonna like where’ it’s parked!”

“Scott, how long do you need to get that thing working?” Tony asked.

“Maybe ten minutes,” Scott responded.

“Get it started,” Steve said. “We’ll get the Stones to you.”

“Not until this is finished,” Y/N said. “I need to be able to channel the Stones.” She was blasting the creatures attacking her to bits, trying to reach the Stones.

“Well hurry! You have ten minutes.”

~~~

Dr. Strange was finishing up a group of Chitauri when Tony landed beside him. His helmet disappeared as he came closer to the sorcerer. 

“Hey. You said one out of 14 million, we win, yeah? Tell me this is it,” Tony begged.

“If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen,” Strange responded.

“You better be right… Just tell me if Y/N lives.”

“She demanded the same information about you. And I can’t give you what you want either.”

“I just need to know if she survives this. I don’t care about myself or anyone else, I just need to know about Y/N.”

“I cannot tell you.”

“Then promise me you’ll do everything you can to help her and keep her safe.”

Strange sighed, his heart aching the in familiarity of the conversation. “Of course.”

~~~

Y/N was trying to be careful with the amount of energy she was using. She knew that she needed to save up for a more crucial moment that laid ahead. As she fought off the army, the gauntlet was being tossed around to whoever was the safest for it at the moment. Y/N could hear the voices of who had it in her ear, but she was far more concerned with the battle in front of her.

“Rain fire!” Thanos’ voice boomed across the battlefield.

Y/N inhaled sharply and looked up at the ship that was preparing to fire. Y/N flew up as they began to fire. She quickly noted at one hit Wanda, flinging her away from where she was fighting Thanos. Angry, Y/N flung her arms out and a giant force field formed between the battlefield and the ship.

“Y/N!” A few voices exclaimed.

Tony flew up, hovering beside her. “Honey, I’m right here. You got this.” He could see the strain on her face as she tried her best to protect everyone. “Let me know when you need me and I’ll be right here to catch you.”

All Y/N could do was nod. Tony rushed back down to join the others.

“Uh, is anyone else seeing this?” Rhodey said.

Strange looked over, noticing that water is rushing from the broken dam. Flooding the battlefield. He hurried over, using his magic to stop the water. While he focused his magic on the water, Strange looked up to see how Y/N was holding up. The force field was still taking fire and Y/N seemed to be handling it okay. But there was really no way of telling from down there.

Y/N had her eye clenched, with really no idea of how she was doing what she was doing. But she knew she couldn’t stop. Taking a shaking breath, Y/N peeked her eyes open to seeing the ship’s cannons change direction. Shooting at something in the sky.

“What the hell is this?” Sam wondered.

“FRIDAY, what are they firing at?” Tony asked.

“Something just entered the upper atmosphere,” the AI answered.

A bright light of thundering energy came surging down as Carol Danvers flew through the ship. The ship exploded, crash-landing into the lake.

“Oh, yeah!” Rocket exclaimed.

“Danvers, we need an assist here,” Steve said. Carol nodded, flying down.

“Y/N, you can come down now,” Tony said as he blasted a creature away. No response. “Y/N?” He looked up. Y/N was still there, the force field slowly retracting. Everyone else paused to look up as well, trying to figure out what was going on. “Y/N, answer me!”

With the force field completely gone, Y/N hovered there for a few seconds. Tired, she tried to regain her strength. But instead, her eyes fluttered closed and she plummeted towards the earth.

“Y/N!!!!”

Tony flew to her, catching his wife and holding her tightly to him.

“I got you,” he whispered. “I got you.”

“Tony…” Y/N rasped, slowly coming to as Tony landed.

“I’m right here.” His helmet disappeared. “Always falling,” he smirked.

She pushed away, signaling for him to set her down. Tony did so, keeping his hands firmly on her waist.

“Are you okay?” He worried.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just didn’t know I could do that.”

“Let’s not do that again then, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Stay safe.” Tony pressed a kiss to her temple before flying away.

Y/N looked around, trying to sense where the Stones were. Her eyes caught sight of Peter, hugging the gauntlet close to his body. Carol was in front of him, going to help him up. Y/N portaled over.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that,” Peter said after he handed over the gauntlet.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda replied, landing beside them.

“She’s got help,” Okoye added.

The rest of the women on the battlefield appeared behind Carol. Y/N smirked, sending Peter a nod and a wink. Carol flew with the gauntlet through the army as the others fought them off. 

“Carol!” Y/N exclaimed. “You can’t send the Stones through yet!” 

“We have to,” Bruce responded. “You heard wh—“

“We can’t! Not yet!! I need them. Give them to me.”

“Y/N, what are you thinking?” Tony asked.

“I’m thinking that it’s time to end this, once and for all. And I can’t do that without the Stones.”

“Do you know what you’re doing, Y/N?” Carol asked.

“I will.”

“I’m on my way back to you.”

But before Carol could get to Y/N, Thanos threw is sword at the van, causing an explosion and blasting Carol away. She lost her grip on the Stones as she did.

“No!” Y/N exclaimed. 

She portaled herself over there only for Thanos to hit her back through. Tony quickly flew into Thanos, tackling him to the ground. The wrestled on the ground for a bit before Thanos tossed Tony to the side, causing him hit his head and get knocked out. Thor flew in next, Stormbreaker held high. With help from Steve and Mjolnir, Thor tried to pin Thanos’ arm down. However, Thanos overpowered them both, knocking them out.

As Y/N finally stood back up, Thanos picked up the gauntlet. Carol got to Thanos before Y/N did, punching at him. She kept punching him, but was grabbed my the arm and flung away. Y/N portaled in front of him right as Thanos slipped on the gauntlet, the gamma radiation eating at him.

“Trying to stop me too, little girl?” Thanos taunted.

“I don’t need to try,” Y/N responded.

Holding out her hands, she willed the Stones to her. Cracking the gauntlet, the Stones ripped out and circled around Y/N. Tony, coming too, noticed the scene and pushed himself onto his hands and knees, his helmet disappearing into his suit. He was panting as he quickly made eye-contact with Dr. Strange, who was still holding the water up. With a shaking finger, Strange signaled that this was the one shot they had. Scared for Y/N’s safety, Tony shot up, going to help his wife. Strange quickly held him back with his magic. 

Tony looked back, desperate. “Let me go.”

“I’m sorry,” Strange responded. “But I promised her first."

“Impossible,” Thanos gasped. He fell back as Y/N slowly floated above him.

“I’ve waited a long time for this day,” Y/N responded. Her voice was soft, yet powerful. God-like even. She could be heard throughout the battlefield without having to raise her voice. “I’ve suffered and I’ve thrived. I’ve waited, and I’ve grown irritated with time. But it’s all worth it because I get to end this… once and for all.”

Spreading her arms out and up, tendrils sprouted from the Stones. They spread out, growing across the battlefield. As the tendrils touched those of Thanos’ army, they turned to dust. Thanos watched for a few moments in shock before growling and standing back up. He grabbed Y/N’s foot, yanking her down to the ground and causing the Stones to fall to the ground as well. She grunted as she tumbled in the dirt and debris before coming to a stop.

“Y/N!” Tony exclaimed, pointlessly trying to fight his way to her.

She was still on the ground when Thanos raised his fist. And he came down to hit her, she portaled to stand behind him.

“You missed,” she taunted through her panting.

Y/N pushed a hand forward, blasting Thanos back into a pile of debris. The Stones floated back to her as she marched towards the Titan. Each Stone found a place on her left arm, burning into her skin without her feeling physical pain.

“14 millions ways,” Y/N said, “yet we only win one… I don’t understand how, especially with the Stones on my side. But it doesn’t matter now. Because this is the one we win. You had no chance.”

“There’s always a chance,” Thanos grunted as he tried to get up.

With a flick of her wrist, Thanos’ limbs were pinned by the debris. He struggled against it as she sauntered closer.

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid you’re all out of chances,” she replied. Y/N held up her left arm, the Stones glowing. “Any last words before I end you and anyone you could possibly be allied with?”

“I am… inevitable."

“And I am your doom.”

Then she snapped her fingers and a blinding white light came over the battlefield.

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(𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍) tieddown-withbattleshipchains said:

Hey Dear ❤️ May I ask for a Bucky Barnes imagine where he is your ex-boyfriend but you meet again sometime randomly in New York. So you end up spending the evening together and just talk about everything. Later he walks you home but you ask him to join you, which leads to a night full of love making. In the morning he makes breakfast in bed for you and asks you for a second chance? 😊 Maybe his POV too if you want to :)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: smut 18+; it’s kinda vanilla but like pretty passionate? Slight hair pulling, cockwarming, but like that’s it, tiny bit of angst blink and you’ll miss it, major fluff (the holy trinity)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: thanks for the request bug!! I love this idea :) ps i had tons of requests so i’ll be posting daily for a bit to get them out asap! thanks for y’alls patience :) ______________________________________

“Y/n?” 

You turned your head to the voice. Your eyes met the familiar ocean blueone  you spent so many hours staring into. Your face held a surprised looked before smiling softly at the handsome man you once were so in love with long ago. 

“Buck, is that you?”

He looked so different. His hair was short; he had scruff speckled with gray hairs all over his jaw, his arm wasn’t that familiar silver vibranium you often thought about, but he doesn’t need to know that. Not now especially. 

“Yeah. How are you? You look great.”

“Thank you. You too. You’ve changed, a lot. That’s not a bad thing though-”

“I got it,” he laughed. 

“Sorry,” you laughed, shaking your head before looking back at him.

“Care for a drink?” you asked him.

You two spent hours laughing and telling stories from the time you two have been apart. It was almost like you two never even broke up. You had to remind yourself that whenever Bucky would lay a hand on your hand in a fit of laughter, or on your thigh. But you couldn’t help it, he was so contagious. 

“Well, it’s getting really late I should head home,” you said standing up. You left a big tip for your waiter and tender because it was almost one in the morning and the place was supposed to close at midnight. 

“Let me walk you. You far?” he said standing with you. 

“Oh you don’t have to.”

“Come on. For old times sake.”

His goddamn gorgeous smile. How could you say no to that?

“I guess that wouldn’t be so bad.”

You two walked side by sided in the darkness. You felt safe beside him. You felt comfortable, like you always by his side. Soft illumination from the colorful neon signs lit up the street you were walking down. 

Your apartment wasn’t far, so you two walked for about 10 minutes. Cars were still busy in the early hours of the New York night and people still walked hurriedly up and down the street. But being beside Buck again after all that time apart, it felt like it was just the two of you.

“Well, this is me,” you said walking up the stairs to your front door.

“Are you gonna be ok?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he said. 

There was a pause between you and you didn’t want him to go just yet. 

“Hey, do you wanna come inside? You know, before we part ways again.”

“I’d love that.”

He stepped inside and took in your surroundings. Your apartment looked practically the same from when Bucky was last there. He regrets leaving you the way he did. 

“Do you want anything to drink? I have coffee, water, another beer?” you chuckled.

“Beer is fine,” he said sitting on the couch; that damn couch. Memories of you riding him came back and he sighed wishing he could go back to those times again. 

“Here you go,” you said holding another for yourself. 

“Place hasn’t changed,” he spoke up.

“Yeah, I- you I’m not good with interior design. And shit’s too hard to move around and replace,” you laughed. 

There was a long moment of silence between you but it wasn’t a comfortable one; it was awkward and unsettling.

“I uh- I’m sorry. For the way things ended.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I kinda figured out what was really going on. You know the whole blip thing. I’m not mad anymore.”

“I’m still really sorry.”

“I forgive you,” Bucky’s heart ached when you said that.

Bucky had shown up one day years ago and left. He told you didn’t love you anymore but you saw through his bullshit. He told that night he was in trouble which wasn't a lie. Thanos had come and Bucky was taking refuge and fighting in Wakanda with Steve, Nat, and Sam after the Accords. He said that you being with him was going to put you in danger. He didn’t say anything else he just kissed you and left. 

His clothes were still in your drawers. His toothbrush stayed untouched. His shampoo used to be in your bathroom but you used if all up when he left depersate to smell his scent since he wasn’t there anymore. 

You were livid to say the least. He had given up on you. He didn’t even talk to you; he didn’t try anything to keep you. So you moved on. But you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t think back on those times at least once a day. Bucky did too. Now after chaos decreased, you realize he did what he thought was best and you forgave him.

“I think about you everyday, Y/n.”

You looked at him with eyes but your head was still down; your eyes avoiding his directly though afraid you’d fall again. He had a new arm; black with beautiful specks of gold in every line and crease of the metal, you assume. 

“I miss you,” he ever so slightly scooted closer to you, as did you subconsciously. 

You couldn’t say anything. You felt frozen.

“I regret how I left. God, I hated myself so much for so long. I still do.”

“Don’t. It was stupid of me to hate you for saving the world.”

“Why are you so perfect?” Bucky leaned in slowly, moving a hair from your face. 

“Buck,” you whispered. 

“Yes?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“You want me to stop?”

You paused.

“No,” you leaned forward and attached your lips to him. 

Bucky’s hand curled into your hair, pulling you flushed against him. Your hands tugged at his shirt doing the same. You two kissed for what felt like hours before you stood abruptly surprisingly Bucky. 

You grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom; where you two spent most of your time together memorizing each other’s bodies. Where you’ll get to do so again tonight; even if it’s the last time. 

Bucky pressed your back against the door when you both stumbled in. He kissed hungrily like it was last time he’d get to do so. You two were both a little tipsy, not fully sure if either of your actions were genuine or touch-starved.

It didn’t matter in the moment anymore when Bucky’s lips attacked your neck making you moan and pant, each breath pressed your chest to his. His hands went under your shirt cupping your breasts; the stark contrast between his hands bringing memories back.

You kissed again before pulling his shirt over his head and discarding yours just as quickly. You felt frenzied; clouded by lust and need for the man you still love in front of you. He crawled back on the bed after all his clothes had been shed. 

You crawled up his body smiling and biting your lip. You felt yourself getting wetter just at the sight of Bucky fisting his cock; he bit his bottom lip as well looking at you with hungry eyes.

You straddled his hips feeling his dick poking the inside of your thigh. You cupped his face, his scruff scratching the palm of your hand. His hands rubbed your hips and cheeks as he closed his eyes, basking in your attention he craved for so long. 

You lifted your hips to sink down onto Bucky; you both simultaneously moaned at the feeling you both ache for. It didn’t matter how many times you two had sex, Buck’s size always had some getting use to. 

“Sorry, I think I’m ok now,” you whimpered.

“It’s ok, doll. Take your time; I remember how needy you get with my cock, huh, baby?”

“Bucky,” you moaned. 

You grinded yourself on his dick, each thrust brushing your clit making you shudder in pleasure. Bucky grabbed your hair and pulled it hard exposing your neck and arching you back. His lips kissed and nibbled on the skin of your neck, you gasped when he kissed a particular part.

“I remember, baby,” he smiled.

“Of course you do,” you breathed out laughing. 

“I thought about this everyday since I left. I thought about those pretty sounds you’re making bouncing on my cock. I thought these gorgeous tits pressing up against me. I thought about how good this pussy feels wrapped around me. Baby, you were made for me and if you think I’m gonna let you go again you got it wrong.”

His words brought you to the edge and you climaxed with a loud high pitched moan. Your body practically shook against Bucky’s. Bucky chased his own release flipping you over and rutting his hips into you wildly. 

When he did his hips stuttered and his head buried in your neck. He moaned loudly in your ear and you almost came again just from that. His arms collapsed and his body flopped on you. 

Blissed out, you softly scratched his back. His breath slowly even out and you figured he’d fallen asleep. You scratched his head as well before closing your eyes and falling asleep as well.

You woke up alone. You were secretly hoping that you’d wake up beside Bucky but no. you wobbled out of bed into the bathroom seeing the mirror fogged up. He took a shower and left, great. So much for last night. 

You washed your face in an attempt to put some wake in you and put some clothes on. You walked out to the kitchen to make breakfast but was surprised to find Bucky playing some old tunes on the radio and making you breakfast?

“Awe, man. And I was just about to bring you breakfast in bed, doll,” he smiled, holding a plate of food.

“I thought you left,” you said softly.

“I took a shower and wanted to make you something before we… part ways… again,” he sounded sad towards the end of that sentence; like he didn’t actually want to leave. Honestly, you didn’t want him to either.

“You don’t have leave,” you whispered, Bucky long turned the radio off. 

“I don’t want to, truthfully,” Bucky said.

“Then stay.”

“You must love me if you want me to stay after what I did,” he said, walking up to you.

“What if I do?” you asked.

“Then I’d be the happiest man in the world.”

You kissed him softly, feeling him melt into your kiss. 

“Promise you won’t leave again? No matter what happens?” you asked.

“I promise.”

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Do It For Me | b.b

Synopsis: Y/N may never be able to forgive Bucky if he goes through with his decision. (pre-endgame with a twist, very inaccurate storyline and writing I know but it’s all fiction)

Warnings: a few cuss words here and there

Based off of Greys Anatomy (between Izzie and Denny)

My first ever Bucky Barnes fanfic! I’m getting more into writing for Marvel characters.

I had been sat up in my room at the Avengers compounds for the whole day at his point; harnessing my magic, drawing/reading to calm me down, and just enjoying a nice day off. Everything seemed quiet, a little too quiet for my taste. No one had come knocking on my door to talk or check up on me. After a few minutes I started to hear talking through my headphones and it was coming from outside my door. I slowly let my earbuds drop from my ears, silently opening up my door and creeping downstairs. It had seemed to more I got down the steps, I saw more people come into view. All backs were turned, some arms crossed, but voices were definitely raised. It felt like more than one person kept trying to speak and once at the bottom step, I saw the one person who was the center of it all.

Wanda was the first one to see me, cutting her sentence short, and soon everyone followed. Steve’s face dropped, biting his lower lip and looking at the floor. Bucky stood up, eyes almost bulging out of his head. I looked around stunned at everyones faces as they all made a collective sigh.

“W-what’s...what’s going on guys.” Wasn’t so much of a question, but more of a ‘tell me now or I’ll crush you guys with just a thought’. My powers were growing, everyone knew this. With one scream, a whole city could go deaf. With no swipe of my hand, I can send more than 10 men flying 100 feet. Most of the time they wouldn’t dare bother me in fear of my emotions becoming heightened and possibly destroying something. But something tells me right now might be the first time that happens.

“I said, what’s going on.” My hands glowed purple, the color of my powers. Wanda immediately rushed in front of me and looked me in the eyes, rubbing her hands over mine. When she found out I also harnessed powers from an infinity stone, Tony made it a point to have her help me maintain my magic. Her touch softened the glow, instantly calming down my heart rate. She repeated the same phrase to me; ‘don’t let it take control of you, take control of it’. The purple glow went away, as she guided me towards the group.

“Thanos is coming, Y/N.” Tony spoke up.

“And we’re trying to figure out how to stop him once and for all but...there was an idea brought up.” Bruce chimed in, and I followed his gaze right to Bucky. His head laying low. My mind went to the darkest of places. Bucky had never looked so ashamed. All I wanted to do was hug him and rub up and down his back, he always liked that. The last time I did that for him was a few nights ago when he had yet another nightmare and I found him downstairs watching TV even though I knew he was exhausted. He was too afraid to fall asleep. I remember that night, thinking about how badly I wanted to tell him how I felt. He had been my rock since coming into the compound, even if nobody else saw it. Our friendship consisted of late night snacks and conversations, training together making each other stronger, and always communicating and tell each other the truth no matter what. But oh, how I wanted that friendship to mean more to him as it does to me. But I would panic, thinking I wasn’t ever going to be good enough for one of the best people I’d ever met. He deserved a woman who was just as great as he was. 

“Tell her.” Natasha spoke, anger laced in her voice.

“Bucky...” I whispered. 

“My greatest wish in life is to take back every bad thing I did in this world. Every person I had killed, hurt, ruined their life.” He looks at Tony with deep regret. “And I can’t ever do that physically, but maybe in another way, I can.” He was rubbing his hands together avoiding my gaze.

“Okay? Bucky that’s great that you’ve figured out how you want to do that-” 

“You didn’t let him finish.” Sam said with a monotone voice.

“We need to be ready whenever Thanos decides to come. And the only way for me to get my wish is to...be the one that’s sacrificed during the battle.” My heart stopped and the ringing in my ears began to pick up. Wanda could see my hands glowing much brighter and more rapidly this time. I could feel her hands come up to the sides of my arms but within a flash my whole body shook the entire room like an earthquake.

“What!!” I walked over to him and slammed down on the table. “Are you out of your god damn mind Barnes!”

He tried to reach out but I raised my hand, stopped his movement and moving his arm to stay at his side, unable to move it.

“No, no, no you’re not doing this. You guys please tell him he is NOT sacrificing himself! You have no idea how much power those stones are! Just look at me! I have the same powers as a stone yet I can’t control shit Bucky! It’s out of control you’ll be dead before you can even use one stone to fight off Thanos!”

“I’ve been working with Tony and Shuri on a way to help me harness the power. They’ve been working on a suit for me that is stronger than Tony’s. Y/N you have to understand that this is my way of righting my wrongs, if I die then I die a hero who saved the whole world, not someone who use to kill hundreds of people with no remorse.” I turned towards Tony, his eyes becoming scared as he held his breath.

“You...” I throw my hands up and thrashed Tony into the wall, shattering it. He couldn’t move, paralyzed by fear at what I could do to him. Wanda yelled out to stop, but I couldn’t hear anything over my own boiling anger. “You knew about this. You knew he wanted to die and didn’t try to stop him!”

“I-I was just doing what I thought was the only option.” I slammed him again into the wall.

“There’s other options Tony!” I began to cry out, tears instantly springing from my eyes so quick it took me a second to realize I was even crying. With each puff of my chest my powers weakened as I wasn’t paying as much attention anymore, my brain becoming overstimulated with dark thoughts.

Bucky came up behind me and brought his arms around mine, his cheek pressed up against the back of my head.

“You’re not doing this Buck, we’ll find another way.” I said in between cries. I looked around seeing everyone else become emotional at my breakdown. Natasha was like a mother figure to me, this was the first time I was seeing her tear up. Wanda was my protector, but she didn’t know how to protect me from my own feelings. And everyone who surrounded me, who watched me grow from a 20 something year old uncontrollable witch to a grounded and a fantastic Avenger, wore heavy hearts and hooded eyes. I turned around quickly wiping my eyes of any tears and stood tall. My breathing coming back to normal. “It’s okay we’ll-we’ll find another way. There’s gotta be another way right?” 

“Y/N...” He said sadly, clutching my hair. I pushed him off and walked away giving some distance between us, actually, between the whole crew. I stood on one side of the room while the rest remained where they were.

“Don’t do that. Don’t try to make me okay with this. Alright, you did some shit in your past Bucky, so what we all don’t have the best track records as angels. And I’m sure you don’t feel like you deserve to live with all of the trauma you’ve endured but guess what? You do! You know how you get the fix things? You become a better person, a fighter and protector of the world! People change Bucky and I’ve seen it first hand in you! You deserve to live just as much as anyone else!” Everyone remained silent, so I assumed they agreed with me. “And if you tell me one more time about sacrificing yourself because that’ll right your wrongs in this world, so help me God, I will kill you myself right now!” And without thinking, my hand shot out a purple beam of light, latching onto a glass vase and chucking it around the room, creating a whole in the wall and the glass shattering everywhere.

He walked up to me peacefully with his hands held in the air.

“Y/N, please. I’m going to be alright, you don’t have to worry this much. You should be more concerned about protecting yourself. I definitely wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t do this and something worse happens to you.”

I laughed in sadness.

“What about me? What about me when you die!” I saw multiple people begin to shed the same tears I was. We had all grown fond of Bucky when he joined us. He really proved and showed deep down, behind the trauma HYDRA had left him, he was a great man. That’s why I fell so deeply in love with him. “That’s the worst thing that could ever happen to me Bucky! I will die inside if you don’t exist in this world!”

“Y/N-” more tears sprang from his eyes. His voice cracked and got lower. It’s like he couldn’t find the words to describe the pain in his heart at the thought of leaving you behind. Without having told you that he loved you too. 

“No I get it! You’ll be okay, you’ll be fine with it but what about me? Please, don’t do it for yourself, do it for me please!” I hunched over, the grief and pain overtaking my body. I felt too weak to even stand and continue yelling at him. “Please Bucky, please do this for me! Don’t leave me please don’t do this, I can’t take it please! You have to do this for me, because if you don’t I will never be able to forgive you!”

He stepped closer at a slower pace.

“For dying? For saving the world?”

“No for making me love you!” I began to cry out harder, the ring in my voice shaking the room once again, making everyone’s hands fly up to their ears as I got louder and louder. Natasha at this point was full on bawling, along with most people in the room. I think it was safe to say everyone knew of my affection towards the man at the center of attention, and maybe that’s why everyone had left me alone today. Afraid of this exact situation. The one person, the one thing in this world that can bring me to tears at my feet.

Bucky’s eyes filled with adoration as he ran up to me and held me on the floor in between his legs. I clutched at his arm crying into his shoulder. He looked back at Tony, who only gave him a nod. They had agreed together that one of them was bound to be the sacrifice when it came to defeating Thanos. Bucky of course still wanted it to be him, he felt it was the most right option. But when he looked back at Tony, clutching the love of his life in his arms, Tony took that as a final answer. Tony was okay with the decision he had come to long ago. He was ready to die for the good of everyone else, but nobody knew that yet. Bucky wasn’t giving up the fight, but now it only became that much harder to leave her behind. It was easier not knowing her feelings, but it had come to the light. Bucky wanted a life like Tony, the kids, the wife, everything. But at what cost? He was still going to fight to the death if he had to, but the decision to be the one to end it all was fading away.

“It’s okay Y/N, I promise we’ll talk more about it and find another way if we have to.”

“We have to Bucky, we have to.” My cries didn’t stop, but my voice lowered. My eyes caught everyone else’s, almost embarrassed at my sudden outburst of devoted love to Bucky, but everyone knew, they just never heard it from me. “Just hold onto me please.” I pleaded.

“I’m here Doll, I promise I’ll stay right here.”

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The Doctor Is Out

Stephen Strange x reader

warnings:

a/n: wrote this a while ago and its been sitting in my drafts. part 1/2

prompt:

In (2)

Without opening your eyes, you stretched your stiffened body against the silk sheets and rolled over to face your husband.

“Good morning, dear.” You whispered through a yawn, which led into a smile. Stephen was already awake and reading one of the many books he kept at his bedside.

“And good morning to you, too.” He leaned over and gave you a kiss on the temple, letting your eyes flutter open. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’d say so.” You reluctantly sat up on your side of the bed, pushing the covers away. “Any plans for today?”

“Not in particular.” Stephen decided to get out of bed with you and get ready for the day, although he was in a gray jacket and blue jeans in the blink of an eye. “We don’t have very much to eat, I might go run out for lunch.”

“Lunch?” You asked as you pulled on a pair of pants.

“Yes, well, you seem to have gotten a late start on the day.” Your husband explained. “I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so content with your dreams.” You took Stephen’s wrist to take a look at the time.

“It’s half past eleven?” You stared in shock at your husband’s watch. “You just waited for me?” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, but Stephen rarely ever let himself lag behind, it was truly sweet of him to keep you company while you drifted through the peace of your head, thoughts you’d already forgotten. “It seems the odds were in our favor when our paths first crossed, huh?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, my dear.” Stephen’s barely shaking hands cupped your face and right before he leaned in for a refreshing kiss to the lips, he whispered, “I’m not as great a man as you make me out to be.”

You hummed into the kiss he gave you and pulled back just a tad. “Oh, you’re right. You’re just the worst.” Sarcasm failed to escape you in moments like these, it was more entertaining than anything else in the eyes of your husband. “Now, I’m starving. Want to go to the deli around the block?”

“That’ll work. We should ask Wong if he’s hungry, too.”

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“You don’t have any money?” Stephen asked as the three of you walked through the Sanctum in a fixed line.

“Attachment to the material is detachment from the spiritual.” Wong’s wise words rung in your mind as you tried to figure out what he did before the two of you had moved in with him.

“I’ll tell the guys at the deli.” Stephen snarked. “Maybe they’ll make you a metaphysical ham on rye.”

“It’s fine, we’ll pay for your lunch.” You interjected after hearing enough of that. Somehow, the trip down the stairs was unsuccessful since your steps from only a few seconds ago were nothing but rubble. You fell to the floor as Stephen and Wong took defensive positions.

“Thanos is coming.” An unfamiliar voice spoke as you lay on the cold floor. Were you able to get up on your own? Probably, but that fall would definitely leave a mark. After a moment’s time of your lonely visit with the floor, your partner rushed over to you.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He crouched beside you and helped you back up, lightly brushing your cheek as he checked for any injuries.

“I think I’m okay.” You nodded. “Hit my head on the way down.” Peering over his shoulder while he checked your head for any bumps, you saw Dr. Bruce Banner crawl from the rubble. “Do I have a concussion or was it a gamma scientist that just crashed into the Sanctum?”

“Hi, I’m Doctor—” He waved just before you cut him off.

“I know who you are, Doctor Banner.” You replied with a smirk. “I’m Dr. L/N-Strange, specializing in neuroscience, but formerly gamma research.” Stephen smiled himself when he heard you say your name and just a little more when you described your profession. Maybe he was just proud to be near someone so accomplished.

“I don’t think you have a concussion.” A kiss on your forehead was the best medicine he could give, but you knew that it also meant he needed to get to work.

“‘Formerly gamma?’ Why’s that?” Bruce asked, somehow ignoring the big picture here. I mean, you were just happy to get some visitors, I suppose. You’d answer anything.

“For a while, they went hand-in-hand for me. You’d be surprised at what could be accomplished when you put them together...” You explained, Stephen patiently listening beside you.

“But?” Bruce pried a little more.

“But then I heard about your little ‘accident,’ decided to take a break just in case. Refocus my research.” You felt your partner’s hand rest on your shoulder and slide down your arm as you watched Dr. Banner’s guilty expression surface. It wasn’t your intention to offend, you were just obliging to his curiosity.

“As much as I love hearing you talk about your career, darling,” Stephen finally stepped in, “I think we need to talk about the threat to our planet?”

“I was wondering when you’d stop me.” You chuckled. “That’s alright, I’ll just go pick up lunch for you three. Dr. Banner, do you like sandwiches?”

“I...yes? I guess so. Turkey and swiss is...I haven’t had that in a while.” He stammered, leaving you to peer over at your husband and have him give you a near-identical look. Sometimes, the two of you just thought that same exact things, no words needed.

“Will you two stop doing that weird thing where you stare at each other in silence? We have work to do!” Wong interrupted and you decided it was about time to head out.

“Love you, Stephen.” You said with an amused shake of your head, giving him a quick peck in the lips.

“Love you, too. Don’t be too long if you can help it, Dr. Banner seems to have a pretty good idea of dangers to come.” He told you as his cloak gave you a quick pat on the arm. You didn’t know whether to say goodbye to his outerwear, as well.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You winked and pat the red cloak back, heading for the door that your bag was hung beside. Now was the time for a walk to clear your mind, no “Thanos” or whatever the hell that was. Just the music to your ears that was Bleeker Street traffic and insufferable pedestrians. You just kept your eyes front and went on walking, you’d walk straight through crowds if you had to.

A few block’s worth of steps and you’d reached the deli that was so dear to your husband, now it was time to wait in line, a pretty long one, nonetheless. Maybe it was time to shoot Stephen a text.

Just made it to the deli ;) Anything I should be worried about out here?

Tony Stark is here. Outlook not so good.

Did you just magic 8-ball me?

“Dude, are you texting right now?” Tony asked in disbelief of the wizard looking down at his phone. It wasn’t very typical of him to check it in times like these, but you had a specific ringtone. Once he hears that ringtone, he replies. No matter what.

“I always answer my s/o.” He cleared his throat and stashed his phone away.

“At least we have something in common.”

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The line at the deli took so long that you got caught in the crossfire of an alien attack. Was it unbelievably amazing? Of course. Was it one of the most terrifying days of your life? You bet.

You could no longer get ahold of your husband and you soon knew why when he flew overhead in an attempt of offense. You’re guessing that these people were looking for the Time Stone.

Desperately hoping for one of your wizard “pals” to come and save you, maybe have you fall through a portal and back into Sanctum, you just hid in an alley. This may be one of the lows in your life, but you’d see worse days soon enough.

And the invasion was over just like that. You, like many other New Yorkers, stepped from the crevices of the streets to witness the damage firsthand.

“Uh, Dr. L/N!” That same voice from earlier spoke, causing you to swivel your head and see Bruce waving you down. Since he was the first person you recognized out here, it’d be best for you to head his way. It was a maze of cars, bricks, and broken glass before you’d made it over to him.

“Where’s Stephen? Or Wong? Tony Stark?” You bombarded him as if he weren’t stressed enough, but scientists always wanted answers. He knew that from experience.

“The aliens have your husband.” A line you never thought you’d have to hear. This better be a sick dream. “Wong said he was going back to the ‘Sanctum’ to protect it, and Tony is also with the aliens.”

“At least my husband has backup.” You sighed with a slight hint of relief, but your stomach was still turning just thinking about what they might do to Stephen. If they wanted that Stone, they’d do whatever they could to get it. Stephen was as smart as he was stubborn, it’d take a lot to get him to hand it over.

“Are you going back home?” He asked as he snagged a phone from the rubble.

“I figure you have a plan, I’m coming with you.” You watched him freeze for a moment with a name on the phone highlighted. “Trying to reassemble the Avengers, huh?”

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, it’s going to be dangerous.” Way to state the obvious. You didn’t know if you could handle it, but...

“I have to get my husband back, I can’t just wait around.” You wouldn’t back down, but it was a little comforting to have someone backing him up. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to put myself to good use.”

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It has been...twenty days since the disappearance of several Earth-based heroes. Among them was Spider-Man, Tony Stark, and your husband. But today was the day you’d know the truth.

Half the population had vanished into thin air. It was hard to tell if anyone had survived the trip to space. You’d been staring out the window all day, just trying to spot the cosmic wonder that was “Captain Marvel.” If anyone could find them, it was her.

Just as you were about to nod off, a bright glare intruded in the sky.

“Guy? Guys! She’s back!” Everyone had been on edge today, so they were ready to dash outside. Your heart was beating out of your chest, this was the moment of truth.

Carol landed a beat-up spaceship onto the open field and out stumbled Tony Stark and what looked to be an alien. You stared at the ship’s door, waiting for one more person. Just one more.

Everyone was staring at you now, waiting for you to realize that your husband wasn’t in there. Once Tony caught sight of you, he pieced together who you were.

“You must be the wizard’s s/o?” He leaned against his fiancée and Captain America, struggling to look you in the eye. “He wanted me to give you a message. Uh...sorry, I’m going blank, rough ride.” He rubbed his forehead as you stood there in tears. “‘This will make sense later.’ Oh, and he loves you.”

“I...” Everyone was still looking at you with pity in their eyes. Yes, they all lost people, but you were still clinging onto hope. All of your optimism had been destroyed in these past few moments, you didn’t even know how you were supposed to take this. “I need a minute. I’m sorry.” You stormed off into the guest bedroom of Avengers HQ, leaving everyone around you worried. You didn’t know them long, but it was easy to bond through a trauma like this.

“Y/N?” Bruce knocked on the door. “Got a minute?”

“Sure.” You reluctantly answered and Bruce let himself in.

“I brought you carrots.” He offered the bowl. “It was all we had in the fridge, sorry.”

“We have to find Thanos.” You grumbled though tears. “I won’t give up until we fix what he did.” Bruce stayed silent out of fear, he knew what could happen to someone in mourning. People can get...crazy.

“We’ll do the best we can. We’re working on it.” Bruce explained as he set the food down on your end table.

“Take me with you. I have to be there this time.” You were in no way qualified to face an intergalactic being capable of that much destruction.

“Y/N, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” He shyly countered you, using this calm tone was an exercise he learned during “anger management,” maybe it could help.

“I wasn’t asking.”

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Breathe (This love pt. 5)

Bucky x Reader

Set during Endgame

Look out for: Stubborn dad Thor, and 40s Bucky.

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Previous Chapter

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None of you thought it was going to end that way.

When Carol, a new friend of yours, found Tony in space with one of Thanos’ daughters, there was a spark of hope within you. But when your adoptive father chopped the titan’s head off out of rage, you knew you had to go back to the people who might be able tell you what’s next.

To visitors, the Norns’ cave felt eerie. But stepping in it for the first time after Thor took you under his care, it still felt like home. You could already feel the Norns’ presence despite not being submerged in the pool of water.

You smile at the memory of how they have the reputation of being cruel and torturous to anyone they possess, when they have never been less than gentle to you. Dipping your right leg first, you instantly felt how they made the water warmer. Walking into the middle, you waited for them to enter your consciousness.

Taking a deep breath, you laid yourself back and relaxed enough for your body to start floating on water. Then you felt them.

“We’ve been expecting you, child.” Your voice blended with theirs once they spoke up.

I’ve been meaning to visit you. I’m sorry I didn’t go sooner. You replied in your thoughts.

“You feel... broken.”

A titan got hold of the stones and snapped the universe’s population in half. I- I lost most of my family.

“We know. And now you’re here because your heart cannot rest.”

What can you tell me?

“There is a man...”

Of course, there is. You caught yourself thinking. There was a pang in your chest when you remembered how amused you were when one of your Midgardian friends rolled her eyes and said that phrase.

“Now is not the time, Y/N.” They snapped at you.

Sorry. Please continue.

“The man is stuck in a realm in Midgard, and he’s on his way.”

There is a realm within the Midgard realm? Confusion laced your thoughts.

“But remember child, it is not until resentment within your family is put aside, that you would have even an ounce of chance to fix everything.” You think back to how Stark still isn’t speaking to anyone of you. Yiu haven’t heard from him for years now.

How can I fix us?

“You can’t meddle in this one Y/N. It is only with time that the rough patch would heal.” you sighed in frustration but found yourself agreeing. If it’s for the best, then you’ll let time take its course.

“Now, you are banned from leaving the cave until you tell us about this Bucky that’s plaguing your mind.”

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When you were first introduced you as Thor’s adopted daughter to the Asgardians, they were polite but you could feel that they were still unsure of you. But with spending time with helping them fish and being patient enough to teach them the Midgardian lifestyle, they now treated you as their own princess despite not being of royal blood. But since Thanos, Thor has been more distant – leaving responsibilities to you and Val.

For five years, you tried to appear as if you were doing better than most. And after taking time to just wallow in sadness for a while, you finally started visiting Nat and Steve from time to time. You were glad to hear that Steve was going to therapy, and you know he means well when he drops hints that you should go with him and join his sessions, but you always gave lame excuses, and often diverted away from any topic that would involve Bucky.

Nat however, has never been one to shy away from calling you out. “I know there’s a part of you that still blames yourself for not bending his blood and brains out.” she once confronted you when you were lounging on the couch, day drinking and eating sandwiches. You sat up and gave her a sad smile, your eyes tearing up.

“Damn it Nat, I came here to drink, not to get therapy from you.” you chuckled, grimacing at how forced it sounded.

“But it was never your fault. Believe me when I say that we all blamed ourselves at some point.” She continued, and your eyes teared up.

In the last five years you thought no one could see that you’ve been beating yourself up for not getting to where Steve and Thor were sooner. You thought that maybe if you had, you would’ve stopped Thanos, and half of the world, including Bucky, would still be here.

“Sometimes I wake up thinking I’m still in Wakanda, and that this has all been a nightmare.” you breathed out, feeling yourself about to break down for the first time. “I can’t find myself to stop waiting for him even if I don’t know if we could ever bring everybody back.” you finally admitted.

“Y/N -”

“Nat, the worst part is that I never got to tell him I love him. I know he knew and didn’t feel the same way. But I still wish I got to.” tears were starting to spill from your eyes, and Natasha was quick to get the drink from your hand before it spilled, and take you in her arms for comfort.

If you were to be completely honest, half the reason you go out of your way to visit Nat and Steve, was so you could also visit The Smithsonian Institution, and just... look at him. You’ve read what was written about him over and over, but it wasn’t enough to replace the yearning that you have inside.

In your sleep you can sometimes still see him just seconds before the blip. On other nights, it’s just the image of him sleeping soundly – his lips parted slightly, and his breathing getting steadier by the minute, the crease between his brows relaxed, and his hair pushed and tied at the back after you offered to - a sight you’ve engraved in your mind after many nights of comforting him following a nightmare.

“He loved you too, Y/N”. Steve spoke out from the doorway, seeing your state. “Maybe not like the way you do, but I know he does. And today I went out for a walk and -”

“Steve, if you’re about to tell her to look on the bright side, I’m about to hit you on the head with a PeanutButter sandwich.” Nat cut him off.

But then everyone’s attention snapped to Nat’s desk, where a notification pinged. It says that someone was outside. Sliding on the call, there was a man outside, asking if anyone was at home. You know you’ve seen his face before, and after he finally said his name, you remembered who he is.

“Is this an old message?” Steve asked after a few seconds in shock.

“It’s the front gate.”

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“I’ll do it too.” You spoke up to the group.

The team was going to have two tests – one where it would be a quick time on wherever the test subject would want to go, and if it’s successful, the second would leave the test subject longer in the timeline they choose. And you just volunteered yourself right after Clint.

“No, I forbid you.” Thor spoke up from his seat. Everybody turned their attention to him in surprise. All along they thought he was asleep because he had sunglasses on and was unresponsive.

“Fa-”

He stood abruptly and came closer to you. “This is non-negotiable, Y/N. I’ve already lost enough; I can’t lose you too." Your eyes welled with tears in surprise. For the last five years he’s managed to shut everyone out including you – leading you to believe that he doesn’t care anymore and just hasn’t kicked you out, out of honor.

“We’ll let you both talk first.” You heard Steve say in a low voice, ushering everyone else out of the room.

Thor grunted and moved away back to his seat, still wearing his glasses, while you stayed standing, leaning in the corner. Taking a long hard look at him, you understood where he was coming from. But you also knew getting things right would be the only way to possibly get him back up again. And it was a risk you were willing to take.

“There was a time when I believed you were dead.” You started talking, regardless of not knowing if he was listening. “I jumped right into anger out of guilt, and as I was ruthlessly destroying those outriders, I thought I was gonna have to stay feeling that way forever. Just plain angry.” You chuckled and pushed yourself from the wall.

“But there was a moment where that anger was replaced by worry and fright. It was when Bucky was getting too overwhelmed by the creatures’ attacks. Yes, I almost got pierced like a kebab right after, but it was also the moment I realized that I preferred feeling any other emotions than blinding anger. I don’t want you feeling that way forever too.”

“I’m not angry.” he snapped, standing up once again to get closer to you.

“Yes, you are. But above all you’re hurting.” you stood your ground in front of him.

“I am definitely NOT hurting.” He sarcastically answered.

“Really? Then take those glasses off. Let me see those definitely not bloodshot eyes.” you smiled gently up at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest, when he snorted at you. “Don’t think I didn’t hear you sniffling and trying to hide it by pretend-drinking that empty can of beer earlier.”

“gods, why are daughters so annoyingly observant.” He muttered, finally throwing the empty can of beer somewhere in the room. You can see that the team was back just right outside the glass door. You gave them an assuring smile, and faced him again.

“Well?”

“If it works on Clint, then fine.” He groaned, and you couldn’t help but tackle him out of gratitude.

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Clint was on the ground once he returned, and Nat rushed to his side to check on him.

“Hey, look at me.” she asked him, and he turned to look at everyone. His eyes were teary, but it wasn’t from sadness.

It was hope.

“It worked!”

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“Now, Y/N. This time you’re going to be there for a longer period, okay? Use your powers if defense is necessary.” Banner instructed you. You were now standing at the center of the machine in your suit. But only Nat and Steve knew what you had under it. It was their idea.

“Are you ready?” This time, Nat was behind the controller with Banner to overlook it. You gave her a small smile and a nod.

“Wait, where are you going anyway?” You heard Scott asked out loud, as Nat input the year. You looked over to where Steve was standing and he was also grinning.

“Say hi to him for me.” you heard him say before you felt yourself shrunk. And you were in.

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You made it out of a tent, now out of your suit and left with the old nurse’s uniform you were wearing under it earlier. Everybody else was too distracted, cheering on Steve because he just brought back with him the soldiers from Hydra’s base.

You tried to calm your nerves, just realizing that the people around you were now most likely dead from your timeline. How many of them survived the war, and how many of their grandchildren have you befriended? And how many of those grandchildren were also taken by the blip?

When the crowd was starting to disperse and most of the people were trying to get back to their tasks, you found yourself roaming around, a little lost, trying to figure out where the medical tent is.

“Steve, I told you I feel fine.” you froze when you heard his voice a little far behind you.

“It’s better to make sure, Buck.” you heard Steve insist. You still couldn’t will your legs to keep walking. “And even if you are, you need rest. Just let me find you a...”

shit

“...nurse! Hey, ma’am!” You weren’t sure if you were the one Steve was calling out. Turning around slowly, your breath hitched when you finally faced them. Bucky’s own face went from annoyed to entranced in a second. He was staring at you with the very same pair of orbs you’ve been missing. Only that in this timeline, they still held a glint of playfulness and innocence in them.

You cleared your own throat when you realized it’s been a few seconds since anyone said anything. “Uh, what can I do for you, S- Captain?” you gave them a smile, trying not to chuckle from almost calling him by his first name.

“You know what, Steve, I am feeling a little funny.” Bucky nudged him with his elbow. And you turned your attention to him.

“Right. Uh, allow me to assist you, Sargeant.” you walked slowly towards him, feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Steve muttered to him.

He put his arm around your shoulder for support as you start walking to what you hope was the medical tent. It was only then you realized that it was left arm. Your hand shakingly reached for his wrist, careful not to go for the hand, as if you were just making sure that you would be able to help him hold himself up.

“So... what’s your name?” He started trying to make small talk.

“Y/N” you answered, trying to mask your nervousness.

“I’m James. But you can call me Bucky.” Hearing him introduce himself in such a confident manner struck you deeply. You know that after this, he wouldn’t be able to know who he is for decades to come.

You almost wanted to warn him.

“Are you okay?” He asked in concern after being met with silence.

“Yes, sir. I’m just a tad nervous. I’m kinda new here.” you gave him a tight smile.

“Please call me by my name. And lucky for you, I’m the easiest patient you’ll ever tend to, doll. All I need is some company while on bed rest.” He gave you a boyish smile.

“You got yourself a deal, James.” you found yourself returning the smile.

Entering what was thankfully the medical tent, you helped him settle down on one of the beds. There were only about 3-5 other patients, and they were all being tend to already.

“I’m kind of curious, why did you decide to serve?” he gave you a sheepish smile.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything wrong with you, soldier?” you asked him first, and he responded with a small shake of his head. Smiling, you came up with a believable answer. “My dad was a high-ranking officer, but something happened, and they lost a lot of people. And now he’s back home wallowing in guilt. I decided to serve in behalf of him, so now I’m here.” you bit the inside of your cheek. It wasn’t entirely a lie.

James was looking at you in awe, and he took your hand in his left one and gave it a light squeeze. “You don’t have a man waiting on you back home?” you could hear he was almost hesitant to ask.

You blinked away the tears threatening to spill. How would you be able to say something so heart wrenching?

“Bu... He was among those who didn’t make it.” you cleared your throat to compose yourself. This was all too much.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” he didn’t know what to say. He almost kicked himself for having a tinge of relief in knowing that you weren’t committed to anyone.

“He wasn’t really mine... I was in love, yes. And he knew but just didn’t really feel the same. And I never resented him for it. I just wish I was brave enough to really tell him before he...” you choked up and apologized to him, but there was no judgement behind his eyes.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t want for you to be filled with regrets every time you remember him. I know I wouldn’t.” He gave you an assuring smile, squeezing your hand in comfort as the tears finally run down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry for crying. Now they’re gonna think you were being mean to me.” you gave him a sad smile.

“Steve will lecture me about manners for sure.” He chuckled.

“He still does it.” You thoughtlessly blurted out, earning a confused look from him. “I- I’ve heard some people saying he’s been super righteous even way before he became the Captain America.” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he believed you.

“Yeah. Always been a punk.” He replied, but you could hear adoration lace his voice.

“I think I should leave you to actually get some rest.” You knew it was time to go.

He nodded and smiled at you. “You're the most beautiful nurse I’ve ever seen. I don't think most of us wouldn’t mind if your face is what will be the last thing we’ll see.”

“Yeah, there is definitely something wrong with you. Get some sleep, soldier.” you turned and was already near the way out, when he spoke up.

“We’re going on a raid tomorrow. Will I get to see you when we come back?”

You felt your heart drop. You knew what was about to happen to him.

You turned to face his way and walked back to him where he was now sitting up on the bed.

“James, you’re a strong man. You’re going to be okay.” eventually.

“Thank you, angel.”

It was your turn to give his left hand a squeeze. And bringing it up, you gave it a small kiss before gently dropping it back to him.

“I’ll wait for you to come back, Buck.” you smiled, and quickly left the tent before you completely break down.

It was time go back.

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