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No Fucking Way (pt.1)

have some absolutely adorable interactions with you and the students at the mansion (and a surprise guest)

Ship: Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem!Reader 🩸

Rating: 13+

Wordcount: 4.1k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of animals neglecting their babies, and a story so sweet my teeth hurt

Inspiration: This scene from X2: X-Men United

Series: No Fucking Way

Your feet pounded against the gravel path beneath you. Small rocks and dirt were kicked up by your well-worn sneakers. Warm sweat dampened the cloth of your sweatshirt around your arms and chest. The sun beat down on your flushed face as a cold breeze bit across your nose.

It was an absolutely gorgeous, autumn day. Occasional spotted clouds glided at a snail’s pace across a great blue sky. Soft breezes made the great trees surrounding the mansion dance like sheets of amber linen. Red and orange leaves skittered across the yellowing grass fields.

You saw a handful of students out on the lawn enjoying the early morning air. Sybil, a brunette with the ability to see through others’ eyes, sat beneath a large willow by the fish pond with a notepad in her hands. Vienna sat beside her. A strawberry blonde, bright eyed girl who could channel electricity into the palms of her hands. The two exchanged ideas about whatever Sybil was jotting down in her notepad.

Yuna sat not too far from the whispering pair, fingers twirling above a quickly constructed tower of stones and blades of grass. Her usual deep brown eyes now glowed a subtle violet. The maroon hijab she wore wrapped around her neck matched the crimson hues of the changing leaves in the trees around her.

Jane, a kind-eyed tracker, Matt, a red glasses-wearing fighter, and Mads, a short-haired plant bender, sat in a circle, enjoying their morning coffee and tea together. You gave Mads a quick wave as you jogged past, receiving a warm smile and a shower of flower petals left in your wake.

The gravel path led along the left side of the mansion. Emerald ivy crawled up the brick walls like arms reaching from the earth. An occasional window broke up the light colored bricks. Most had their curtains drawn, which you attributed to a large portion of the students being late risers. One or two had the curtains open to allow fresh sunlight into the shared rooms.

You caught a glimpse of Sapph through one of the windows. Her bright smile and blue eyes were almost radiant as she basked in the streams of sunlight. Vases of sunflowers sat on the windowsill in front of her. The light seemed to bend, refracting from Sapph’s palms and hitting the sunflowers’ leaves.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The students were happy, the day was beautiful, and you only had one more lap of the mansion to jog before you’d call it a day.

“MAAAOOOWWW!”

You stopped just short of the empty basketball court. The crimson asphalt was covered in crunchy leaves and green brush from the nearby bushes. Corded nets hanging from the steel hoops swayed in the breeze. You looked around you, trying to find the source of the noise.

“MaaooOOW?”

There it was again. Closer than before. It sounded like it came from an incredibly small source, whatever it was. Your sneakers crossed onto the asphalt, toes kicking at leaves and twigs. You let your eyes scan the area around you. The court was surrounded by a wall of hedges. About waist high to you, it helped keep the court clear of too much debris from the trees.

The mansion sat against the hedges. Large, bay windows looked into a sitting area. Hira, a telepath, sat in one of the plush leather armchairs with a novel in her hands. A white hijab wrapped around her head, glasses peeking out over light brown eyes. Daniel, a light-haired strongman, and Jacob, a bearded speedster, sat on the green-clothed couch across from Hira. Dice and rulebooks laid on the coffee table in front of them.

A rustle in the hedges to your left drew your focus from the students inside. The lowest branches shuddered, small green leaves shaken off and falling to the ground below. You knelt on the asphalt and strained your eyes to see through the dense foliage.

“MoowwWOAAOW!”

That was the only warning you got before a tiny gray and white fur ball burst out of the hedge and landed five feet in front of you. Pointed ears folded back, blue eyes widened, arched back covered in long fuzz.

A kitten. A small, angry, fluffy kitten. No more than a few weeks old.

You remained where you kneeled on the asphalt, palms upturned and resting on your thighs. You kept a neutral expression on your face as you blinked slowly at the small creature.

After a few moments the kitten relaxed. Its ears faced forward, tail sticking straight up as it approached you. You gingerly extended a hand for it to sniff. Its tiny, pink nose ran across the tips of your fingers as it grew acclimated to your presence.

“Hi, little one,” you said through a barely subdued, ecstatic grin. You had always wanted a cat. Ever since you were a kid, you dreamed of a tiny ball of purrs curled up in your lap and effortlessly improving your mood. Not to mention they were ridiculously easy to take care of.

The kitten took a few more moments to sniff at your fingers. Its tiny eyes squinted as it seemed to devote its entire being to assessing your threat level. Once it seemed satisfied, it rubbed its chin across your thumb. You could already feel the purrs rumbling in its throat.

It took everything in you to not explode from the cuteness overload. This little thing, this tiny itty bitty little thing, chose you. You could feel a swell of pure adoration overtake your chest, the gentle warmth spreading from head to toe.

The cat continued to rub on your hand, occasionally nibbling on your fingers with the sides of its mouth. You lifted your free hand in an attempt to pet the kitten. Moving slowly to not startle it, you gently ran your fingers across its fluffy back. An explosion of purrs, like a hive of angry bees, met your affection. The cat dug its little head into the palm of your hand. You took the hint, giving it gentle scratches on the soft spots by its ears.

“You are the cutest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life,” you breathed in astonishment. The cat seemed to enjoy the compliment, pawing at your hands and attempting to climb closer to your face. You scooped its tiny body in your hands and lifted it to your chest.

Tiny paws kneaded at the fabric of your sweatshirt. Little needle-like claws pulled at the threads. The kitten looked up at you with squinted eyes. You carefully rose to your feet, doing your best to not jostle the miniature creature cradled to your chest.

The cat nestled into the crook of your neck. Its tiny nose puffed against your skin while a category-5 purricane buzzed in your hands.

You would die for this cat and you just met it a minute ago.

Mentally saying “fuck it” to the rest of your jog, you began to gingerly walk back inside. You avoided walking on the gravel to make as little noise and sudden movements as possible. The cat seemed to appreciate the gesture, with what miniscule amount its tiny brain could comprehend, as a small lick from its rough tongue passed over your neck.

You garnered a few sideways looks from the students on the lawn as you walked by again. Mads cocked her head, fairy themed earrings jingling, at the gentleness in your step and the backtracking in your path.

“You alright, ma’am?” she called out. Jane and Matt perked up at Mads’s exclamation. Jane looked up at you with curiosity written in her features while Matt’s dark brows furrowed.

A quick gesture to the buzzing fur ball in your hands was all the trio needed. Their expressions quickly shifted from confusion to utter joy. They whispered among themselves about the newest addition to the mansion as you passed by.

That method is how you seamlessly moved through the bustling early-risers inside the foyer. One perplexed look was met with a nod to the kitten in your hands and the students parted like the Red Sea. Excited murmurs spread through the students like wildfire. “Is that a cat?” “Oh my god, kitty!” “It’s so cute!” “I hope we can keep it!”

The last student you passed before reaching your destination was Bella, a time manipulator. She was just on her way out of the professor’s study, closing the heavy oak door behind her. A kind smile met yours when she looked in your direction.

“Morning, ma’am. Need to see the- Wait, is that a cat?” she asked, eyes widening.

“Shhh. Yes, it is. Could you open the door for me?” you whispered. Bella lifted her first finger to her mouth, winking to indicate she understood, then twisted the brass knob and swung the door open before you.

“Good luck,” she whisper-yelled after you.

A grand office stood before you. Comfortable leather settees were positioned in front of a solid, mahogany desk. Rows and rows of bookshelves filled to the brim lined the walls. Trinkets and remembrances decorated available surfaces and empty wall space.

The professor, or Charles Xavier as you knew him, sat in his motorized wheelchair behind the large desk. His hairless head was lowered, blue eyes darting across the pages of a copy of House of Leaves. A single finger raised next to his aged face to acknowledge your presence.

“One moment, please. From both you and your new friend,” he said. A minute passed, seconds counted by the paws kneading into your shoulder, before Charles closed the book and met your gaze. A warm smile matched your enthusiastic one, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I found this little guy outside,” you began. The cat perked up at the mention of itself, eyes blinking up at you then looking at the professor. You ran a finger under the kitten’s chin as you continued, “He was an angry little fella, all bushy tailed, but he warmed right up to me. He was hiding in the hedges by the basketball court.”

“Ah, I see,” Charles replied. He lowered a hand to maneuver his wheelchair. The low buzz of the machinery heralded his movement as he rounded the desk to sit in front of you and the cat.

“I didn’t see any other cats around, but the good news is he seems to be old enough for solid food,” you said. The cat blinked slowly at the professor, its little nose sniffing the air in front of it.

“It seems his mother abandoned him. Weaned him off her too quickly and left him stunted. Poor thing,” Charles said, head tilting and lips pulling into a slight frown. You gawked at him.

“You can read the cat’s mind, too?” you asked. The abilities of the mutants around you never ceased to amaze. Especially one as powerful as Charles Xavier.

He smiled at the kitten, oblivious to your gawking, stretching out his hands to you, “May I?”

You gently lifted the cat off your chest, prying the tiny talons from your sweatshirt, and placed the furball in the professor’s hands. Charles lifted the cat to his chest and ran a gentle hand down its back.

“You’ll need to wake Rogue and Bobby, have them run to the pet store down the road. This one will need plenty of love and nourishment if he’s to thrive,” he said. You stared at him, dumbstruck.

“We can keep him?”

“He can stay, as long as he likes. Much is the same with the rest of those who live here,” Charles clarified. The little gray kitten nuzzled against Charles’s chin, the professor’s smile growing.

“Okay. Okay! Yes! I’ll go get Rogue and Bobby,” you said, absolute jubilation filling your lungs.

You left Charles and the cat to continue their telepathic conversation as you raced up the giant, double staircase. Ornately carved wooden banisters ran along the edges of the stairs, polish shining in yellow circles from the chandeliers hanging on the ceiling. When the stairs divided into two sets, running opposite directions, you cut to the right. Your feet skipped over carpeted steps in your haste to reach your destination.

Once your sneakers landed on the second floor, you broke into a jog down the hallway. Door after wooden door flew by you on both sides of the hall. Paintings of peaceful landscapes and glowing sconces lined the wooden walls. A large window sat in the white wall at the end of the hall. Daylight streamed in and cast golden spots on the wood floors.

You stopped at the last door on the left. Rapping three quick knocks on the door, you bounced on your toes. There was a cat in the mansion. A cat! One that would live with you! You silently thanked whatever god it was that decided for you to be next in the cat distribution system.

It took another set of knocks on the door for you to hear movement on the other side. Bleary groans and rustling sheets leaked through the cracks in the door. You bit your lip in an attempt to quell your excitement.

The doorknob turned and a ruffled-looking Rogue appeared in the doorway. Dark hair just barely smoothed down, eyes squinted, robe hastily thrown over a nightgown.

“Vampire? Shit, what time is it?” she asked, grogginess laced in her tone.

“Doesn’t matter. We have a cat,” you said. Your smile widened as you waited for her response. Rogue eyed you, up and down, as she assessed her living alarm clock.

“Logan’s not a cat. We’ve been over this,” she said. She exhaled a puff of air through her lips to blow at the white bangs that fell over her eyes. You rolled your eyes playfully at the jab.

“Not Logan this time. An actual cat. A kitten,” you explained. Rogue’s eyebrows rose as her eyes widened.

“Wait, there’s a cat?” Bobby called from beyond the door. His blonde head popped up beside Rogue’s. The couple seemed to be much more awake now.

“Yup,” you said, annunciating the p. Bobby and Rogue looked at each other, smiles growing, before looking back to you.

“Where is it? Can we see it?” Rogue asked.

“Charles needs the two of you to run and get cat stuff first. Like food, litter, toys. Anything you can think of,” you replied. At the first sign of them objecting, you continued, “You guys can get literally anything you want. Treats, cat towers, little obstacle courses. Just make sure it’s safe for a younger kitten.”

“We’re on it, boss!” Bobby said, happiness palpable and blue eyes sparkling, as his hand clapped on Rogue’s clothed shoulder.

“100%. This cat will be spoiled rotten,” Rogue confirmed. With that situation squared away, you gave the pair a quick nod, beaming at them, then took off back down the hallway.

The run back to the professor’s office was an even shorter journey due to you jumping down several steps at a time. A few students looked gravely concerned at your acrobatics. Especially Ash, who helped Jean with patching students up by being a walking pain-reliever.

Your hand caught on the doorframe of Charles’s office and you swung into the doorway, breathless. He and the cat were much like how you had left them. Tiny gray body tucked against his neck, both having their eyes closed.

“Bobby and Rogue are on their way out,” you said. Charles hummed in response, eyes falling open.

“This one’s taken a shine to you, my dear. Says you’re the first to treat him kindly,” he said, a proud smile painted across his face. You let out an incredulous laugh.

“Guess he really is one of us, huh?”

“More than you know,” Charles said through an amused chuckle. You approached the professor and ball of cuddles carefully, attempting to not disturb the little creature.

“Mrrpp?” the cat trilled. It squinted at you from beneath Charles’s chin, paws kneading into the back of the professor’s hands. You could almost hear its purrs from where you stood.

“Does he have a name?” you asked. You scratched beneath its furry chin as the cat stretched out its jaw into your hand.

“I was hoping you might know one,” Charles said. He pressed the cat into your hands and you gladly scooped the little ball of love into your arms. You could feel the purrs emanating from the cat’s belly vibrate against your chest. Tiny, thin whiskers tickled along the underside of your jaw.

“Jeez, uh. I don’t know. Let me think on it,” you responded. It was hard to think when all of your focus was drawn to the fluffy creature cradled in your hands. Charles chuckled at your indecision.

“I’m sure whatever you choose, our newest student will happily respond to it,” he assured. He used his now free hands to dust cat hair off his crisp, navy blue suit. As you turned to walk out, Charles said, “Make sure to give him a bath. This young one’s lived outside for far too long.”

“Will do,” you said. You shifted your arms so you could better support the cat on your chest, then set a course for the upstairs bathroom closest to your and Logan’s room.

It seemed the news of a cat on campus had spread throughout the student body. A large crowd had gathered outside of Charles’s study. Students, an array of ages and stages of dress, craned their necks over their peers to try and catch a glimpse.

“I wanna see!” Addie, a platinum blonde seven-year-old who could speak any language, called up from the space next to your hip. Your legs were framed by her and Ryan, a nine-year-old brunet with impenetrable skin.

“Guys, the cat is very small. He needs quiet!” you said, voice coming out as a stage whisper. A hush fell over the group in front of you. Wide, hopeful eyes blinked up at you. You sighed, untucking the cat from the crook of your neck and holding him in front of you. At the sight of the small bundle of fur in your hands, a buzz of excited whispers passed from ear to ear.

“Does he have a name?” Ryan asked. An echo of agreement sounded around the crowd.

“Not yet, so everyone start brainstorming!” you said. A renewed vigor filled the conversation as names were debated back and forth between students. You used the distraction to slip away, climbing back up the stairs and baring left this time.

This hallway was nearly identical to the one on the opposite side of the stairs. Wooden paneling covered the walls, patterned red carpet stretched down the middle of the floor, potted plants sat here and there. You knocked once on the first door to the right. Receiving no answer, you pushed it open.

Inside was a full bathroom. White tiles lined the walls and floor, the grout a cool gray. Warm patterned shower curtains hung from a steel rod suspended between two walls. A vanity mirror hung on the wall opposite the door. You flicked on the light switch, making the three globes above the mirror glow and send dancing reflections throughout the bathroom.

“Alright, fella. Let’s get you clean,” you said as you sat the cat in the sink. His little, furry body looked like a small sponge sitting in the white porcelain. A confused face looked up at you through squinted eyes.

“Mraow?”

“Yeah, I know. You’re not gonna like this part,” you responded. You leaned over, opening the white cabinets below the sink, and pulled out the unscented shampoo Logan liked to use. Straightening up, you noticed the cat had remained where you sat it. Prim, proper, posture like a little gentleman.

You smirked, scritching the top of his head between his ears. His face tilted up into your touch.

“Such a sweet little guy,” you cooed. You gave him a few more well deserved pets before scooping his little body and turning on the faucet. You made sure the handle was turned to a warm, not hot, setting and the pressure was nice and low.

The cat startled a bit in your palm at the sudden rush of water. A little paw raised, batting in the air between him and the running water. You dipped a finger in the water and brought it to his nose for proper inspection. A few sniffs, a couple licks, then his chin was rubbing on your fingertip again.

You took it as a good sign, dipping the same hand back under the faucet and letting the water coat your skin. Once enough water had gathered in your hand you lifted it to the cat’s back. He tracked your movement. Small, squinted eyes followed your hand as you placed your palm on his back. You felt the water droplets sink into the fluffy, gray fur and soak into his skin.

“This ok?” you asked, like the cat could give you an answer. The small creature blinked up at you. He seemed unbothered by the moisture. You gave him another palm-full of water to get him adjusted to the temperature, the sensation. Not a peep from this little sir.

You set the cat back in the sink, just the tail end of his back beneath the running faucet. He hunkered down into the smallest loaf you’d ever seen. Front feet tucked under his fuzzy chest, tail curled around his side, eyes blinking slowly up at you. You cupped water in your palm and let it run through his fur. Before too long you had a drenched, buzzing kitten in the sink.

“You are the strangest creature…” you wondered aloud. You popped the lid open on Logan’s shampoo and lathered up your hands. Thankfully, you didn’t spot any fleas or other parasites hopping on the kitten’s body. Washing out the dirt and grime shouldn’t take too long.

“Why are you hunched over the sink with my soap?” a gruff voice said from behind you. You smiled, looking over your shoulder.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you greeted. Logan leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. He wore his trademarked white tank top and loose jeans buckled with a brown belt. His dark hair was fluffy and unstyled, long strands hanging in front of his wrinkled eyebrows.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said. He pushed off the wall and stepped up next to you, his boots clipping on the tiles.

“Right. So, funny story,” you began. You ran your soapy fingers through the cat’s soaked fur. Logan’s hip leaned on the counter as he continued to stare at you. Jutting your chin down at the sudsy feline, you continued, “I found this guy outside and he made me think of you.”

“Made you think of…” Logan trailed off when his hazel eyes landed on the kitten.

“You know, with his cat ears,” you explained. You scrubbed at the kitten’s purring body while Logan spluttered next to you.

“Cat ears?!”

“Yeah. Those hair floofs you get when you style your hair. They look like cat ears,” you said. You pretended to ignore the pure indignation spouting from the man next to you. A knowing smirk stretched across your lips.

“I do not have cat ears,” Logan argued.

“Yes you do!” Rogue shouted, voice echoing down the hall.

Your indifferent mask broke as you doubled over, cackling. The cat’s head tilted as it watched your face disappear below the counter. Logan huffed, arms folding over his chest again.

It took you a few moments to regain your composure. Giggles bubbled up your throat everytime you glanced back at Logan next to you. He rolled his eyes at you.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he grumbled. But, because you knew him so well, you could see the smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

You cleared your throat, squaring your shoulders to rinse off the cat sitting patiently in the sink. Warm water trailed through your fingers and washed away the suds gathered on the kitten’s body. Squinted eyes watched you, blinking slowly and serenely, purrs vibrating against your hands.

“Happy little fuzzball, isn’t he?” Logan said. The kitten turned its head to peer at Logan. You ran a wet finger between its ears, smoothing the fur back and washing soap away.

“He certainly is,” you hummed. When an idea popped in your head, you felt your grin widen and your gaze slip over to Logan next to you, “You know, he still needs a name.”

“So name him,” Logan replied instantly. A tentative, large hand reached into the sink and ran two fingers down the cat’s soaked back. The kind and delicate gesture only further solidified your idea.

“Actually… I was hoping you could name him.”

Logan’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, relaxed expression melting into pure confusion.

“What?” he asked.

this short story is kind of a tribute to the lovely, lovely folks in the murdock tuna team. i have nothing but love and an endless stream of thanks to give to them. you all have inspired me to be a better artist, a better author, a better person. love you, blob blob 🐟

#logan howlett #wolverine #hugh jackman #xmen #logan howlett fanfic #wolverine fanfic #hugh jackman fanfic #xmen fanfic #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #this is so fucking CUTE #like i know i wrote it but i caN'T HANDLE IT #murdock tuna team

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thedragonkween · 7 years

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Imagine: you are Tony Stark’s younger sister and you are like a mother towards Tony and the other Avengers.

—Request for sybil-howlett —

It was a fine summer morning in New York City, and the air of the kitchen of Stark Tower was filled with the delicious smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs. Adding the last touches to the wonderful breakfast you were preparing, the kitchen was beginning to be filled with your brother’s teammates.

“Is this the smell of Heaven?”

Tony said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before grabbing a piece of toast and some peanut butter from the jar you had placed on the counter. You smiled.

“Hey! Don’t steal it, that’s for the others too!”

Natasha laughed and took a place beside Thor on the table, “Oh Y/N, we’d be lost without you.”

#marvel #imagine #gif not mine #avengers #tony stark #natasha romanov #thor #bruce banner #hawkeye #sybil-howlett #tony stark imagine

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sybil-howlett · 7 years

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Morning Kisses (Tony Stark x F!Reader)

Okay, my first attempt to write for Tony Stark, I hope you’ll like it <3

words: 231

drabble, Tony Stark x Female!Reader

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Tony wakes up with a slight start when he feels arms wrap around his waist and a body snuggles up in his back. He smiles slightly, knowing for sure who it is. You. He carefully turns around and grins warmly at your curled up form beside him.

The light of the morning sun let you look like an angel. And you really are his angel, his best friend and sweet girlfriend. Tony leans closer to you and kisses your neck with care, breathing your wonderful scent.

His lips brushes gently over your skin, making you giggle. The man smirks brightly and does the same again, getting another warm and slightly tired result of a chuckle.

“Tony, what are you doing?” You mumble and open one eye, smiling kindly up to him. “I want to hear that cute little noise. You make the most adorable noises I ever heard.” He whispers almost teasingly in your ear, starting to kiss you a third time. You laugh softly, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close to you.

You both lock gaze with each other, his chocolate brown ones are filled with adoration for you, yours on the other hand with kindness and love for him. He presses a passionate kiss on your lips while you pull him closer to you, placing your arms around his neck.

You love mornings like this.

#tony stark #reader #Tony x Reader #by sybil-howlett #drabble #morning #cute #adorable #tony stark x reader

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heldheartinfo · 3 years

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FULL ACCOUNT SHIP LIST ( @heldheart ) :

CANON x CANON ~

Blair Waldorf x Dan Humphrey

Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson

Harry Osborn x Mary-Jane Watson

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Rosie x Otto Octavius

Emily Lyman x Norman Osborn

Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy

Makkari x Druig

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Christine Palmer x Stephen Strange

Buffy Summers x Angel

Buffy Summers x Spike

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Kiara Carrera x JJ Maybank

Sarah Cameron x John B. Routledge

Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Davina Claire x Kol Mikaelson

Heike x Baron Helmut Zemo

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Pacey Witter x Joey Potter

Caroline Forbes x Tyler Lockwood

Lois Lane x Clark Kent

Heike Zemo x Bucky Barnes

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Love Quinn x Theo Engler

Heike Zemo x Bucky Barnes

Roy Kent x Keeley Jones

Lizzie Saltzman x Percy Jackson

Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle x Matt Murdock

Anna Smith x John Bates

Mary Crawley x Matthew Crawley

Mary Crawley x Henry Talbot

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Bassett

Siena Rosso x Anthony Bridgerton

Emily Walker x Cordell Walker

Geri Broussard x Cordell Walker

Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper

CANON x OC ~

Bexley Rogers x Logan Howlett

Sam Salvatore x Clint Barton

Sam Salvatore x Steve Rogers

Sam Salvatore x Klaus Mikaelson

Sam Salvatore x Elijah Mikaelson

Sam Salvatore x Edward Cullen

Sam Salvatore x Tony Stark

Logan Thibault x Natasha Romanoff

Astraea x Ikaris

Bexley Rogers x Tony Stark

Bexley Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Bexley Rogers x Helmut Zemo

Bexley Rogers x Stephen Strange

Sam Salvatore x Enzo St. John

Kassandra Mikaelson x Damon Salvatore

Bexley Rogers x Wanda Maximoff

Bexley Addams x Wanda Maximoff

Bexley Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Bexley Rogers x Winn Schott

Megan Walker x Eddie Brock

Megan Walker x Peter Parker

Harriet Carter-Rogers x Shang Chi

Jonathan Stark x Kate Bishop

Bexley Addams x Dean Winchester

Elizabeth Taylor x Steve Rogers

Bexley Rogers x Thor Odinson

Sarah Stark x Harry Osborn

Avery Osborn x Peter Parker

Sophia Rogers x Wally West

Mara Winchester x Druig

Karolina Addams x Lucifer

Sam Salvatore x Caroline Forbes

Bexley Rogers x Matt Murdock

Megan Walker x Matt Murdock

Caroline Burton x Matthew Crawley

Caroline Burton x Tom Branson

Anthony Burton x Thomas Barrow

Kathryn Vaughn x Hoyt Rawlins

Jeanette Byers x Steve Harrington

Jeanette Byers x Eddie Munson

Violet Munson x Jonathan Byers

Violet Munson x Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Andrea Kazanky x Jake Seresin

Caroline Mitchell x Bradley Bradshaw

OC x OC ~

Josephine Octavius x Harley Stark

Josephine Octavius x Harry Rogers

Steven Stark x Melody Barton

Steven Stark x Sadie Barnes

Jonathan Stark x Georgia Maximoff

Freyja Thorsdottir x Daniel Rogers

Elizabeth Taylor x Leo Kennedy

Adam Mikaelson x Alaina Carpenter

Sarah Stark x Viktor Barnes

Sarah Stark x Caliux Darkknight

Sarah Stark x Sord-Menn

Hazel Mikaelson x Caliux Darkknight

Bexley Addams x Caliux Darkknight

Avery Osborn x Caliux Darkknight

Jo Octavius x Caliux Darkknight

Caroline Barnes x Harry Rogers

Evelyn Barnes x Franklin Richards

Connor Lang x James Carter-Rogers

Bexley Rogers x Piotr Koskov

Ellinor Lokisdottir x Tommy Maximoff

Bexley Addams x Stephen Reed

Melissa Masterson x Cameron Kincaid

Sasha Stark x Valentina Silva

Sasha Stark x Valeria Richards

I WANT TO EXPLORE/TRY ~

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman x Ethan Machado

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce x Klaus Mikaelson

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Haley James (Scott) x Nathan Scott

Brooke Davis x Lucas Scott

Brooke Davis x Julian Baker

Nancy Wheeler x Eddie Munson

WHAT I SHIP: (May be doing already or may be wanting to do)

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester

Pepper Potts x Tony Stark

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman x Ethan Machado

Buffy Summers x Angel

Buffy Summers x Spike

Blair Waldorf x Dan Humphrey

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce x Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce x Klaus Mikaelson

Heike Zemo x Baron Helmut Zemo

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Willow Rosenberg x Daniel Osbourne

Willow Rosenberg x Kennedy

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Lois Lane x Clark Kent

Emily x Cordell Walker

Geri Broussard x Cordell Walker

Pacey Witter x Joey Potter

Pacey Witter x Andie McPhee

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Sarah Cameron x John B. Routledge

Kiara Carrera x JJ Maybank

Davina Claire x Kol Mikaelson

Felicia Hardy x Peter Parker

Anne Weying x Eddie Brock

Anne Weying x Dr. Dan Lewis

Makkari x Druig

Haley James (Scott) x Nathan Scott

Haley James x Brooke Davis

Brooke Davis x Julian Baker

Brooke Davis x Rachel Gatina

Brooke Davis x Lucas Scott

Christine Palmer x Stephen Strange

Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson

Caroline Forbes x Tyler Lockwood

Caroline Forbes x Katherine Pierce

Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano

Rosie x Otto Octavius

Emily Lyman x Norman Osborn

Roy Kent x Keeley Jones

Rebecca Welton x Ted Lasso

Anya Jenkins x Xander Harris

Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Bassett

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Malia Tate x Stiles Stilinski

Allison Argent x Scott McCall

Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey

Braeden x Derek Hale

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson

Mary Crawley x Matthew Crawley

Mary Crawley x Henry Talbot

Anna Smith x John Bates

Claire Dearling x Owen Grady

Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant

Padme Amidala x Anakin Skywalker

Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Cassie Perez x Trey Barnett

Twyla Jean x Cordell ‘Duke’ Walker

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper

Chrissy Cunningham x Eddie Munson

Katherine Pierce x Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Max Mayfield x Lucas Sinclair

Natasha Trace x Jake Seresin

Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

Jessica Day x Nick Miller

Annie Cresta x Finnick O’Dair

Lydia Martin x Allison Argent

Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish

Jo March x Theodore Laurence

Rachel Berry x Finn Hudson

Rachel Berry x Quinn Fabray

Quinn Fabray x Sam Evans

Quinn Fabray x Santana Lopez

Donna Troy x Dick Grayson

Jade Tulle-Salvatore x Josie Saltzman

Hope Van Dyne x Scott Lang

Tatum Riley x Stu Macher

Mary-Jane Watson x Peter Parker

Mary-Jane Watson x Harry Osborn

Mary-Jane Watson x Gwen Stacy

NOTPS: ( Ships I don’t like for whatever reason and/or have no interest in rping )

Lizzie Saltzman x Sebastian

Blair Waldorf x Nate Archibald

Joey Potter x Dawson Leery

Caroline Forbes x Matt Donovan

Caroline Forbes x Alaric Saltzman

Rebecca Welton x Sam Obsinya

Haley James x Chris Keller

Buffy Summers x Riley Finn

Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers

Katniss Everdeen x Gale Hawthorne

#psa #{re: general}

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txnystarkimagines · 4 years

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What would it be like to be in a car chase with Tony Stark?

Well for one, the car would be expensive. Like really fucking expensive, with a custom turbo engine he would have made himself.

The car is probably some really bright eye catching colour. Fire engine red or maybe as bright of a yellow as as a highlighter.

Wherever you go in that car with him, all eyes are on it. Literally.

The both of you are most likely to be followed by HYDRA and its goons on a busy highway while returning from a weekend trip in the cabin in the woods.

The way his hand grabs the gear stick, his million dollar watch would glint in the sunlight. His other hand would he clenched around the steering wheel, urging the veins in his hand to pop out.

And you would definetely be turned on by that.

Specially when he goes turbo, and is pushed against the seat, eyes focused on the traffic infront of him, while at the same time he keeps looking through the side mirrors if they are still following the both of you are not.

"Grab the gun from the console." He would order you. "You think you can shoot them babe?"

"Who do you think I am Tony?" You would smirk, and pop out of the sun roof in the car, trying your best to shoot down atleast one tyre of the 3 jeeps that are following you.

Meanwhile Tony's left arm would wrap around your bare legs to keep you stable, the right arm still controlling the car.

He would speed through civillian traffic, and a seven lane highway and various trucks and vehicles without even blinking an eye.

Afterall, years of car racing during his Post graduates had made him a pro.

Also what difficulty was there to a drive a car you had made yourself.

"Get down!" He would then scream at you.

Making sure you are safely back in your seat, before drifting and taking a sharp turn.

You swore if caught on camera it could be a scene from Fast and Furious with the way Tony drives the car.

"I think we have lost them." You would then tell him, as you guys now make your way towards his mansion through back roads.

"Good, I wasn't planning on destroying this car anyways. I just customised the engine last week."

"You know? I never knew being in a car chase with Iron Man would be so hot."

He smirked. "Is that what was going through your mind all this time?"

You would only hum in response, your hand moving towards the emergency handbreak.

He realised what you were about to do and just time in time steers the car towards the side track that runs through the woods.

An ear piercing screech is produced when you pull that handbreak but you dont let that ruin your mood.

"What do you say we break in the hood? Make it feel more like home since its so new?" Your hands trail up his thigh.

Grabbing your wristly tightly and refraining you from moving any further up he smirks at you. "I think that is a great idea sweetheart!"

ps: i literally wrote this in the spur of the moment on tumblr's create post. This wasn't planned or anything lmao. Please excuse the typos hehehe

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anxiousstark · 5 years

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緣分 ⎪Yuanfen {3}

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary: A relationship by fate or destiny; the blinding force of two people. But it is more difficult than that.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1462.

A/N: None.

IMPORTANT: Tony Stark is 45 years old in this story and the reader is 28.

"That was Thor's favourite mug!" Clint hollered when Y/N had completely destroyed it.

Natasha had decided, something that was obvious, that they had to help her handle her powers, but apparently, it wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought.

"It's okay." Thor responded quickly before Y/N could apologize. "It was my favourite cup, but it’s okay. You're learning to control your powers. I can buy another one anyway!" He beamed when he saw that the girl was a little embarrassed. And who wouldn’t be?

She had tried to grab a million things, and all of them had burned and disappeared. Now, in the living room and kitchen, there was a burning smell. Everyone could see that Y/N wanted to stop "practising" and that she preferred to sit on the floor without disturbing anyone and without having to pick up or touch anything.

"Could you get me the coffee pot in that little closet?" Steve pointed to one of the cabinets where they kept coffee and some other spices. "Try it." He offered a small smile.

“Try it, you can do it. Remember that minutes ago you were able to dress and nothing happened to the clothes."

She took a breath through her nose, trying to convince herself that she could do it. She imagined in her head how she would open the cabinet without any problem and how she would take out the coffee and then give it to Steve.

Her hand slowly gripped the handle of the cabinet.

"Can’t you ask her to take out something else?" Hawkeye's voice rang in the background, deconcentrating and ending the calm air that she was feeling. "I can’t live without coffee."

The door began to produce bubbles quickly and broke loose from the closet, falling to the floor. Y/N could feel her heart pounding and a lump in her throat. She looked at the others, who were looking back at her. She thought they were all angry when in fact they were worried about what she might be feeling. Nobody liked to fail.

Tony appeared, walking into the kitchen, finally leaving his lab for a while. He looked around and quickly knew what was happening. "Oh my goodness." He said when he examined the cabinet.

Y/N closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Tony didn’t seem to be a bad person, but anyone would lose patience with her and her powers, or so she thought.

"Oh my goodness!" Tony repeated it again. "Thank goodness that someone has broken the cabinet! I already have the excuse I needed to be able to remodel the kitchen." He smiled when the young woman looked perplexed at him. "Thank you."

"I'm sure if it had been the other guy, he would have screamed at me." Bruce whispered beneath his breath.

"Probably." Clint murmured back. He scowled as he looked at the girl, but then noticed another gaze on him and decided to look for where it came from. Natasha. She looked at him furiously, and he knew immediately that she wasn’t pleased with the attitude he was having. Clint wasn’t going to accept her so easily.

"There is a room ready for you to spend the night." Tony addressed his words towards Y/N. "I hope it's up to your liking even though it’s not much. Tomorrow you could go with Natasha to buy clothes." He saw the girl open and close her mouth without stating anything. "Yes, that means you can stay in. As long as you help us and tell us anything you can remember about yourself, you can stay with us."

"Thankfully, the entire building has surveillance camer-" Clint couldn’t finish his sentence when a great force was against his stomach and then against his back. A great pain ran through his body. Thor had thrown his hammer at him, and Clint had ended up against a wall due to the force. Thor’s hammer against his abdomen, keeping him in place.

Everyone stared at Thor, in shock. "I was tired of his remarks." He muttered, glancing sideways at the new girl. In the past, Thor had had to endure derogatory comments, and he knew that despite ignoring them, those comments could do a lot of damage.

"Good thing, I was going to hit him." Natasha reacted, relieved.

"The other guy almost appears because of his comments."

"I don’t believe in violence to solve problems until it is necessary." Steve paused, looking at his friend who was trying to take the hammer off. Then, he looked at Y/N. "And this was necessary." "I think we all need to go to bed already." The captain added.

A great pain flooded her head. She tried to think about where she had come from and why there was a constant pain in her heart. She felt that she was trying to escape from someone, but from whom? Who was she trying to escape from and why didn't she remember anything?

She tried to stop thinking, but every time she tried to ignore those thoughts, they flooded back in a more aggressive way.

Lying on "her bed" looking towards the ceiling of the room, there were small stickers in the form of stars that illuminated part of the room. She couldn't help but smile.

She leaned on her right side and closed her eyes, letting the soothing smell of the sheets help her sleep and calm her heartbeat. And when it seemed that her body was falling into a dream abyss, a few small knocks at the door sounded.

She got up from the bed trying not to touch anything with her hands and slowly approached the door. She was afraid to open it, thinking that those people who were looking for her could be behind the door with the mission of capturing her or doing something horrible. But at the thought that it could be Tony, she managed to turn the doorknob without damaging it.

When she opened the door, the smile disappeared from her face. There was no one there.

She was going to close the door when she realized there was a package wrapped in a green paper on the floor. She crouched down, sat on the floor and looked at the package curiously before opening it or touching it. She noticed that there was a white note on top of the package.

'I think they will be of help, I designed them myself. Tony S :) '.

The smile returned to her face and she quickly opened the package and the smile disappeared again from her mouth when she saw what Tony had designed for her.

Gloves.

They were red gloves with some details in light blue. Y/N realized that when she was in the kitchen with the other Avengers, Tony had not been with them. He had been in his laboratory creating gloves that would allow her to touch things without burning them until she learned to control her powers.

She noticed how her eyes filled with tears and she felt guilty for some reason, but at the same time, she was happy that someone cared about her. Without taking another second, she put on her gloves and went back to her room, closing the door behind her.

Tony was hiding at the end of the corridor, trying to see Y/N's reaction after having created those gloves for her. For a moment he couldn't see her reaction because her hair covered her face, but then he could see a big smile and couldn't help but smile back. Then, he felt a small pain in his chest, his reactor seemed full of energy for some reason.

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thranduilsperkybutt · 5 years

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Hello, how are you? I hope you’re doing well! I really miss you! ☺️🥰💕💕💕

Hi, darlings! All of these messages have meant the world to me. Thank you so much for your constant support and kind words. I hope you all are doing well!

I suppose now is time for an explanation as to the several-month hiatus I took unexpectedly. To put it clearly, I was getting overwhelmed with school, the blog, and my personal life. My grades started rapidly declining to the point that I was worried I was about to fail a class and be put back a semester I couldn’t afford. So I had to take a break to put all my focus on my home life and my classes. I’m sorry I went AWOL on all of you, but I just couldn’t keep up with the blog at the time anymore.

The good news is, I have successfully passed those classes, so I plan on starting back up writing again on this blog! I maybe won’t be as active as I used to be, as I still have new classes to take this summer, which I plan on focusing on, but hopefully there will be some progress made and new fics for you to read!

I’ve missed you all, too, and look forward to getting back to writing!

@sybil-howlett Thank you for such a sweet message. It’s really touching to read those words and I am so grateful for them.

@lost-girl-of-onceuponatime I’ve missed you, too, hun! Hopefully I won’t be on any more unexpected hiatuses any time soon!

Thank you all for understanding! I really appreciate it.

#askthranduilsperkybutt

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thevanishedillusion · 6 years

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Once you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this on to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is super cool!)

I like that I always get things done, and mostly in the best way possible.

I like that I tolerate nobody’s shit and speak up when needed, so I know how to stand up for myself.

I like how people expect me to perform bad or fail at something, instead, I end up coming out on top or near it somewhere.

I like my dressing sense, in my opinion, its goals! lol

I like how for the past year I have started to really work on myself, and I have driven a fine line between self-care and worldly/ stress inducing things. Even in the most hectic of situations, I have learned to take out time for myself and do what I really enjoy, something that calms me down.

Thanks for tagging me honey! I am just gonna tag people instead of posting it in their ask box. @youraverageasexualbitch @shippyprincess @sybil-howlett @aflashfan @superfandomqueen @superfandomdqueensnook @purpledolphin-f @purplekitten30 @andybubblebath @irishprincess9

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earthtomarvel · 7 years

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When you walked down the aisle Tony knew he would be the happiest man alive.

Requested by sybil-howlett

Please send in some requests! ;)

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silknspidey · 7 years

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thank you so much, the one shot was amazing :D I have a new request, only when you have time to do it xD reader would be the sister of Logan Howlett (X-men) and both are recruited for the Avengers. (powers would be healing and nature powers) Logan and her show off in their first training (Sybil vs. Tony, Logan vs. Natasha) and both siblings win the fight. Tony is quite unamused but he likes that she can fight so great. they need to go to a mission together and she rescues him, with happy end.

hi! I’m really glad you like the imagine. I’ll try my best with this one, despite being quite awful at action scenes haha but thank you for requesting again!

#requests

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thedragonkween · 7 years

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- Request for sybil-howlett -

Imagine: you are the sister of Fili and Kili and Bilbo takes a liking to you and falls in love with you.

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“Still trying to understand the meaning of that map?”

You tore your gaze away from the old paper and looked up to find Bilbo’s warm eyes on you. Feeling a certain uneasiness that could only derive from the tender feelings you felt whenever the hobbit was near you, you scooted over and made him some place to sit beside you on the trunk in front of the fire you had lit for the night.

“It would be easier, if only we had decent clues instead of a bunch of elvish symbols…” You shook your head. Bilbo sat near you, and by the look on his eyes, you could tell that there was some sort of internal battle going on in his head. Before you could try to understand what it was, the hobbit suddenly gazed into your eyes.

“Y/N, may I braid your hair?”

You were flattered to say the least. Surely, Bilbo couldn’t have made such a request without knowing the meaning braids had for your race. You could only imagine the faces Fili and Kili would make upon hearing who had made the braids for you. You smiled.

“I’d love it, Bilbo”.

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mythhearts · 8 years

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I got tagged by my ghoulfriend @stop-pressing-e, thanks so much for that

Rules: Tag 10 of your followers you wanna know better

Nicknames: Maddie or Chuan (MOSTLY Chuan!)

Height: 5′4ft

Time right now: 10:30 pm

Last thing I googled: Vorbal Blade (Reasons...)

Fave music artist: Todrick Hall

Song stuck in my head: What’s The Use of Feeling? (Blue) from Steven Universe

Last movie I watched: Maybe... Strange Magic

Last TV show I watched: Pokemon Sun and Moon. But if it’s not Anime related, Growing Up Creepie

What I’m wearing now: Shorts and a long sleeved shirt.

When I created this blog: March 2014

The kind of stuff I post: A looooooooooot of stuff. Now it’s mainly Monster High, Marvel and Star Wars as well as my favourite actors

Do I have other blogs: Only one which is my writing blog for all things Tom Hiddleston and related, @thdfic

Do I get asks regularly: Nope, but I do wish...

Why did I choose my URL: Before Tumblr, I go to a website called Quotev. As I created an account here, I want to use my username on Quotev as my url here too which is ForbiddenNightmare. It was my Killjoy name at that time as I was still head over heels for My Chemical Romance. But to my surprise, it was taken. It was then I decided to use my username on an account I used to have on the Ever After High website, MythHearts.

Hogwarts House: -

Pokemon team: -

Fave colors: Black and red (Okay, and maybe white and gold)

Average hours of sleep: 6-7 hours

Lucky number: I guess it’s 13

Favorite characters: Clawdeen Wolf, Abbey Bominable, Madeline Hatter, Cerise Hood, Loki, Bucky Barnes, Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, General Hux, Rey, Alice Liddel, Amethyst, Lapis Lazuli

Dream job: I guess that would be a Graphic Designer or an Illustrator (Is there a difference? I’m still not really sure)

Number of blankets I sleep with: One

Following: 44

Who I tag: @snowball-gaia @artbymaureen @superavengelocker @sybil-howlett @smallvilleandme @adventurercross @amieheartpikwangchu @the-amazing-scarzone @ramama-blog

#personal #about me

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anxiousstark · 5 years

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緣分 ⎪Yuanfen {4}

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary: A relationship by fate or destiny; the blinding force of two people. But it is more difficult than that.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1799.

A/N: THIS HAS SCENES FROM THE AVENGERS! IT WILL FOLLOW SOME THINGS BUT NOT ALL OF THEM!

IMPORTANT: Tony Stark is 45 years old in this story and the reader is 28.

It had been about two months since Y/N arrived at Stark Tower. Her relationship with everyone had improved, except with Clint. She could feel him, sending her looks of disgust from the other side of the room where they were.

But, in general, the relationship with others had improved. Thor was really sweet and always looked out for her. With Bruce, she didn't talk much because he was a little quiet and she was quite shy. But there were times when Banner could not help but talk enthusiastically about his experiments and knowledge, and Y/N wasn't bothered by it because she saw how much he enjoyed it.

Steve was really sweet to her, and even though they didn't talk much, Steve seemed to know when Y/N wasn't feeling well. So it had become a habit for Steve to raise her head and smile at her, letting her know that everything was fine.

However, Natasha had become her best friend inside the tower and she was also the person who she spoke the most with when they were both alone.

And finally, Tony. Tony Stark. Y/N didn't know how to feel about Tony. Sometimes, she felt a pain in her chest that seemed to leave her breathless and she couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. It seemed like a bitter feeling because it hurt, but at the same time, it seemed like a feeling of comfort, protection and well-being.

They were all in the living room or the kitchen. Each one doing his things silently so as not to disturb Tony who seemed to read some papers. But that concentration was interrupted by JARVIS. “Sir, the telephone. I'm afraid my protocols are being overwritten.”

Tony took out of his trousers what seemed to be a really advanced and modern phone. The face of a man that Y/N didn’t know came out. “Stark, we need to talk.”

Tony rolled his eyes and looked at Y/N, he winked at her and then answered the man. “You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark, please leave a message.”

She tried to hide her smile. But then, she was surprised when the door of the elevator opened showing a man. He was short and he was wearing a suit. And seemed annoyed at Tony. “Stop joking. This is urgent.” He walked toward Tony and handed him some papers. He sighed, grabbing them and going over them quickly.

“Loki?” He read aloud and Y/N noticed how everyone sighed except Thor, who seemed to be nervous while biting his lower lip. “Who is Loki?”

“According to mythology.” Bruce decided to speak aloud and everyone’s attention went to him. “Loki was taken care of by Odin, who killed his giant father. It is believed he felt guilty for a second and decided to bring Loki back home where his wife and son waited. His son is Thor.”

“He is my brother.” Thor whispered, but it seemed like Y/N was the only one who heard him.

“He stole the Tessaract.” That man who Y/N learnt his name was Phil spoke.

An alarm began to sound, making everyone cover their ears because of how loud was the sound. "Stark, what's wrong?" Natasha asked, closing her eyes because of the pain she was beginning to feel in her ears.

Large screens appeared in front of Stark and images of Loki appeared on the screen. Y/N felt a great pain in her chest when she saw Loki. Those clothes, that helmet, that face and those cold eyes, trying to hide true feelings... She had seen him before.

Steve got up from the couch. "Avengers, it's time to go." Everyone started to move.

Y/N was confused, she knew what they were doing, but she had never seen them in action. Her gaze remained on Tony, who already wore the suit except for the face part. He realized that she was looking at him and he walked toward her "Stay here."

"What?" She didn't want to stay in the tower, but she also knew that she could not do anything to help. She had been training with Steve for the last two months in case something happened. But she did not have a shield or super strength or a suit or things like that. What she did would not help anyone. But still, she did not want to feel stupid, waiting in the tower for them to come back.

"We'll need someone to stay out with people to reassure them and not putting them in danger, if the Avengers are busy with Loki, someone else will have to help, right?" Phil decided to talk. He had been watching both of them and after saying those words he noticed how Tony looked at him pissed off.

But Stark could not say 'no' because she was looking at him with a special glow in her eyes. "Ugh, okay, go with Natasha and Clint, they'll take you." Tony ran to the balcony and using his hands and feet, disappeared into the dark sky.

When everyone arrived where Loki was, the first image they saw was that of thousands of people running out of the building and him walking slowly, following them. Golden light illuminated his body. His suit showing up.

He multiplied himself and appeared in different places, stopping people from running away and he repeated multiple times for them to kneel before him. “NOOOOW!” He screamed and everyone knelt down. They were terrified and you could see that on their faces.

Due to that gesture, Loki embraced his arms out, smiling. “Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation.” He walked slowly among the people who didn’t even dare to look at him. “The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.”

An old man got up from the crowd and Y/N’s heart started to beat rapidly, asking herself when will the others act against Loki. “Not to men like you.”

Loki smirked, but you could see the rage on that smirk. “There are no men like me.”

“There are always men like you.” The man decided to speak again. And after something she didn’t hear, the Tessaract started to form a blue light.

That is when she felt Steve move from her side and in seconds, he was kneeling before the old man, protecting him with his shield. The power of the Tessaract bounced off the captain's shield, hitting Loki and knocking him to the ground.

A conversation between both of them occurred, but she couldn’t listen to it from where she was hiding. Then, Natasha appeared in the Quinjet, taking out a machine gun. “Loki, drop the weapon and stand down.” Her voice seemed robotic due to the microphone of the Quinjet.

But Loki wasn’t going to listen and he started fighting against Steve. For a moment it seemed like Steve was going to lose as he lost his shield but he kicked Loki.

Y/N noticed that all the people had run away and then he looked back at Steve, worried about him. But that concern vanished when Loki was attacked by some kind of orange light, she could not help but smile. Tony Stark.

For a moment it seemed that Loki was going to give up, but no one noticed that Loki had looked to the side. Y/N followed his gaze and saw a small boy behind a tree, shaking. He had probably separated from his parents and tried to hide from Loki.

She could sense that Loki wanted that child to escape. Tony and Steve would not attack him if he had a child in his arms. Loki moved his body a little, positioning himself to run to the boy and grab him.

She came out of hiding. “What's going on?" Steve whispered to Tony. Objects on the ground were floating in the air. "Who is doing that?"

Tony decided to look behind him for a few seconds, and it was at that moment when he saw her, her eyes shining again. He had just discovered another of her powers. An inhuman force, coming from her, caused the child to end up in her arms. At first, the little boy was surprised but then he hugged her tightly while crying for his mother.

Y/N started stroking his back. "Don't worry, you'll be with your mother right away."

Steve looked over to where Tony was looking. "Another power..." he whispered.

Now with no escape, Y/N decided to get a little closer to Tony and Steve and it was at that very moment that Loki got up, confused. Then, he started to laugh. "Do not tell me you've gone to the side of the good guys."

She looked at Loki when she realized that he was talking to her. He smiled again. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Y/N. You've grown a lot." Tony looked at both of them, confused. Steve felt a little defensive and Y/N was still totally confused. "Well Tony, now that you have captured me." The smile did not leave his face. "If you're going to put me in that cell, you should put her in. I can tell you that she is even worse than me." He looked back at Y/N. "I'm not surprised that you were able to deceive them. Lying is one of your best qualities."

“What happens when two people meet by fate but it is physically impossible to be together?”

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