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garden-of-joy · 9 months

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Mistake| Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x reader

Summary: Gaz felt from the begging something about the mission was awry. But he didn't expect this...

I totally forgot about Gazfest! I hope I'm not too late @glitterypirateduck

Warnings: Angst, death

Gaz could feel it even before you left the base. Something about the mission was off. It rubbed him the wrong way when Laswell had her hands tied and forced out of the briefing room for "undisclosed reasons". The person that was in her stead seemed shifty and untrustworthy. His eyes were constantly jumping between the 141, never focusing on anyone in particular. The informat never regarded anyone by name. It was always "Captain" this, "Lieutenant" that, "Sergeant" third. Kyle never trusted that CIA informat.

What takes him out of his train of thoughts is you nudging him on the knee. "Kyle? Are you with us?" You whisper to him, making sure to not disrupt the meeting.

"Yeah love. But that skeezy guy doesn't look... Right. Something's off." He whispers back, leaning closer to you with his body.

"Relax, it's not like it's our first time without Laswell babysitting us." You reassure him, trying to be rational. Yeah sure, the replacement CIA guy doesn't look like the most trustworthy person out there, but to trust someone from the CIA fully is straight up stupid. Even with someone as close as Laswell, you still have to take everything with a grain of salt.

"I know, I just don't know if everything is right. Something is wrong." He keeps insisting, bouncing his leg nervously.

You put a hand on his thigh and press it down. "Relax, you're just being paranoid. Come on, we've gotta focus up on the brief." You move your hand up from his thigh and hold his hand, resting it between the two of you.

"You're probably right. Sorry love." Kyle shakes his head, feeling his bones pop a little and focuses on the briefing.

And even then, everything about the informat was wrong. From the way he didn't seem to look at anyone for too long, to how he never stopped changin his posture, but always had an anxious and hostile body language... What really sent him was when Price began strategizing how **his** team should go in, the CIA agent shot down his offer and gave a completely ridiculous idea. That they should all split up. And enter from four different sides, while Ghost keeps overwatch. The mission is a simple warehouse sweep, just go through it quickly, find what you need and get the hell out of dodge. It sounds painfully compromising, to send them alone like that so nobody has their six, having to comb through a warehouse with lots of potential flank routes and ambush spots.

And now here he is, two weeks later, pinned by what he assumes is dozens of russian mercenaries, taking turns to fire at his position. Some have already tried to flank him, but he picked them off, so now they just wait for him to come out, firing at him mostly to make a point. Kyle knows he can't stay here forever, or he'll eventually be caught off guard. He looks around himself, trying to find the nearest exist, his heart beating all the way up in his ears as bullets fly by, too close to his head for it to be safe. Comms are jammed, so he can't even call anyone to come help him, even though his squadmates have definitely heard the gunfire.

The exit to the north of him will take him to a more close quarters part of the warehouse. Maybe he can lose them there? Try and get any news from the team, maybe even find his comrades? At any rate, he'll have to get the hell out of dodge first, and then think about comms and whatnot.

He waits for the enemies to stop firing, just for a second, immediately springing off towards the exit, adrenaline coursing through his veins, his breathing heavy as he barrels towards the door. A bullet grazes his cheek, missing him by barely an inch, but he slams his entire bodyweight on the door, swinging it wide open. He doesn't stop sprinting, feeling the air going through his hair a mile an hour as he rounds corner after corner, in a frenzied sprint to get away. He stops after a minute, panting heavily, but catching his breath, securing his rifle.

"No doubt they'll go after me. I need to be ready. I need to-" is all he can manage to think, before he hears rushed footsteps coming in his direction. Footsteps, laboured by battle gear.

Gaz readies his rifle, setting it to full auto. His mind is going a mile an hour, Kyle can feel his hands itching to exact his flight or flight instinct, as his vision blurs around him. He doesn't quite realise what he's doing, adrenaline pumping through his veins with such intensity it can almost make them burst. He only comes to when a body hits the ground with a muted thump, all the rifles and punctured body armour clanking loudly to accompany the thump.

Gaz takes a cautious step to his fresh kill, to confirm it, but he freezes when he hears you. Or rather, the pained, blood-soaked croak you barely manage to let out. It pierces his ears like a thousand gunshots never could. Kyle lunges over to you and collapses to his knees, hoping that he misheard, but no. It is YOU. Your face, your attire, everything. Just like he remembers it. Except that now, every detail is getting bathed in blood, faster than anyone can help.

"Y/N, I... I..." He tries to find the words but he can't speak. His stomach is turning, making him squeamish. He can feel something rising up his asophagous, forming a lump in his throat as all he can do is gasp.

"I-I can fix this! I-I just need to call a medic." Gaz talks to you, clasping his palms around your wounds, desperately trying to stop the crimson fluid from seeping out of you, taking your life with it.

It's when he looks over at your face, a faint smile curled on your lips, that he feels it all. Death is staring back at him, its cold, boney hands dragging you away from where you need to be. In Gaz's arms, carrying you out of the goddamn warehouse. He stares back at your empty eyes, somehow so full of tenderness, transfixed on a place far beyond Kyle's reach.

His rationale is screaming for him to go, to at the very least save himself, but how can he? You're dead. Gone. Perished. And why? Because of him. It's his fault.

**I should have noticed your attire, your signature weapons, your fucking face!** His mind curses up a storm, drilling into him the severity of the situation. His gloves feel disgustingly warm, caked in something that isn't his, coated by something he wrongfully took. It's HIS rifle that shot HIS bullets that made it to YOUR stomach.

He takes your lifeless corpse in his trembling hands, his usual relaxed yet no-no sense attitude gone. Tears stream down his face as he presses you close, the salty drops finding their way into his mouth, painfully contorted as he tries not to cry. Gaz's ears begin to ring, but all sounds feel so distant now, as if coming from another planet. Everything feels distant and foreign to him, everything, except you. Kyle knows full well there's no going back. No amount of blood transfusions, stitches, resuscitation attempts, NOTHING, will ever help you. Because. Of. Him.

"Please Y/N forgive me, please..." He barely whimpers between stifled sobs, burying his head into the crook of your neck, your scent just like he remembers it. He wants to lose himself in you. He can't imagine a life without his one true love, especially knowing that you died by his own hands. All those dreadful, sorrowed sounds leave him, filling the room with unparalleled anguish, reverberating between the walls and drilling back into his head. It's too thick for him to move, too thick for him to hear the rapidly approaching footsteps and loud voices. It's too thick for him to see the bright red laser from a rifle, trained onto his head.

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neverinadream · 2 years

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Two Dumb Idiots In Love

Summary: Russian spies had infiltrated Hawkins but even that couldn't make these two put their differences aside. Or could it?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Henderson!Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: spoilers for season three, enemies to lovers

Notes: feedback is always welcome, especially since i don't think this is my best, requests are open

"We're going down!" Steve shouts, screaming at the top of his lungs, his back pressed against the wall, as the secret Russian elevator dropped down the shaft at immense speed. "We're going down!" He repeats, as though they were the only words he knew.

"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin snaps back, his constant screaming like an irritating itch that wouldn't go away.

"I am supposed to be on a date right now. I am supposed to be on a date right now!" Y/N repeats to herself, holding onto the shelf like her life depended on it. Her brother was on the opposite side of the elevator, pressing the various buttons inside the control panel, with Erica pushing him aside to press the buttons herself. "Hey, Dustin, the next time you tell me that Russian spies have infiltrated Hawkins, I'm going to look you in the eyes, I'm going to tell you you're insane, and then I'm going to laugh in your face!" Dustin rolls his eyes, pushing Erica away as he proceeds to press the buttons again. "Ray is probably-"

"Ray?" Steve scoffs, forgetting about their current situation to focus on Y/N. "Ray Hall? Ray Hall asked you out on a date? Ray Hall and you?"

"Are you done?" She bites back, still holding onto the shelf as she steadily moves toward him. His laugh echoes off the inner walls of the elevator, mocking her. "Why are you even bothered?" She asks, raising her eyebrows. "I hope you're not jealous-"

"Jealous of Ray?" His expression twists, his face scrunching up to show his disgust. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart!"

"Why?" Steve goads her, pushing off the wall and grabbing at the end of the shelf. "Why can't I call you sweetheart?" He looks down at her, steadily taking one hand off the bar to brush his fingers through his hair, enjoying the way her eyes watch him. A smug grin tugs on the corners of his mouth. "What's the matter? Do you secretly like it when I call you sweetheart?"

She takes another step towards him, a mere few inches of space left between them, their hands brushing against each other, as they hold onto the same bar. "I would rather fucking die than admit something as disgusting as that," she tells him, tilting her head back to look up at him.

"Well, lucky for you, it might just happen."

"At least then I'll be able to enjoy the afterlife without your annoying presence."

"Oh, you'll never get rid of me," his voice was low as he spoke, his eyes flicking between her eyes and her lips, "even in death I'll be there to annoy you."

She raises her eyebrows, a soft chuckle passing her lips. "God, I knew you had an ego, Harrington, but I didn't think you were this full of yourself. You really think you're going to heaven?" His gaze is pulled back to her mouth as she bites her bottom lip, caging in another laugh. "Newsflash, your name isn't on the list; they'll be no entry for Stever Harrington."

"Well, if I'm going to hell, I'm dragging you there with me, baby."

"Hey!" Erica clicks her fingers in front of their faces, the eleven-year-old pushing past Dustin and nearly falling over cardboard boxes to get to them. "If you two could save the flirting-"

"Woah, woah, woah! Pump the breaks!" Steve holds his hand up, batting her hand away from them. "We're not flirting," he defends himself, "I would never flirt with her."

"Now that is something we can both agree on," the older Henderson agreed.

Erica scoffs, rolling her eyes. "And pigs fly!" She turns her back to them, her braids swinging in the air as she moved. "Now, I would greatly appreciate it if you two would help us find a way out of here," she orders, checking through a box for something they could use to pry the door open, "I have a sleepover to be getting to; Tina may cover for me, but if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow, my mom will hunt each and every one of you down, and slit your throat."

"Well, there will be no Uncle Jack's party if we don't get out of here," Robin interjects, pushing boxes to the side with her feet, "so, do as Erica says and put this sexual tension on the back bench until we get out of here."

Dustin points to the ceiling, a metal hatch directly above him. "What if we climbed out?"

"You want us to climb out of here?" Y/N asks, looking at her younger brother in disbelief. "You want us to climb our way up a hundred-foot deep shaft like it's a P.E. lesson?" Dustin didn't see the problem. "Look, Dustin," she steps toward him, placing both hands on his shoulders, "you might have somewhat of a brain inside of that skull of yours, but that is the dumbest idea you have ever had!"

"Yeah, I have to agree," Robin chimes in, "there's no way we can climb out of here."

"But maybe we can get a better signal," Dustin waves the walkie-talkie, "then we can tell someone about the Russian spies and they can come and rescue us."

"What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?" Steve asks, pointing out the flaw in Dustin's plan.

"It's the only plan we have," Dustin throws back at him, "so, unless you have another plan that'll help us get out of here and it means you can keep flirting with my sister-" They both pull a face at him, mumbling under their breaths about how they weren't flirting with each other. "-then I suggest you open the hatch."

Hours ticked by and not a single one of Dustin's efforts to contact someone on his walkie-talkie had been successful, which was already a given considering the mall wasn't open for a few more hours. Both Robin and Y/N had tried to explain this to them but Dustin was having none of it, insisting that someone might just pick up their signal. Exhausted, Erica, Dustin and Robin had passed out, using boxes as uncomfortable pillows; Steve had stayed awake to watch over the children and Y/N was sitting on top of the elevator, it being the only place she had to think.

"You should get some sleep too," Steve mumbles, groaning as he hoists himself up onto the roof. He dusts his hands down the front of his shorts, those blue uniform grade sailor shorts bright enough to draw anyone's eye.

"I'll sleep when I'm back in my own bed," she replies, learning early on in life that she could never sleep unless it was in her own bed. Sleepovers were never fun for her or for the parents phoning Mrs Henderson up at two o'clock in the morning because Y/N wanted to go home. It was probably why she was stopped being invited to them. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"Someone has to watch over the kids," he answers, coming to sit in front of her, mirroring her as he crosses his legs.

"I think Erica will be just fine," she half-smiles, "the other two, however, might need a little supervision."

Steve chuckles, "you might just be right about that."

"Of course, I am-"

"-don't say it-"

"-i'm always right."

They both diverted their eyes, Steve looking up at the endless elevator shaft above them and Y/N looking down at her hands, both of them unable to look at each other as they share matching smiles.

"You know," he clears his throat, looking back at her and catching the last few seconds of her smile before it faded, "I was kinda thinking about what Erica said."

"Which bit? She kinda talks a lot," she quips, focusing her attention back on Steve.

"The," he hesitates, the words piling up on the tip of his tongue, waiting to be unleashed. She looks at him, raising her eyebrows and giving him a look that said, spit it out. He sighs. "The bit where she said we were flirting." Her mouth forms an o shape but no sound comes out. "Like, I-I wasn't flirting with you," he covers his awkwardness up with a fake laugh, "I-I would never do that; you're Henderson's big sister, who humiliated me on the first day of freshman year."

"And I would never flirt with someone who has an ego the size of the Titanic," she fires back, assure of her own feelings as she frantically nods her head.

"We're-We're enemies for life," Steve copies her, nodding his head at the same time.

"Exactly!"

He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing back the strands that had fallen over his eyes. "Right," he mumbles, his tongue poking against the inner of his cheek, "and-and you having pretty eyes does not change the fact that I don't like you." He looks into her eyes, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulps down a big mouthful of air. "Like you have really, really pretty eyes," his confession comes out as a whisper.

"Your eyes are kinda pretty too," she misses the chance to catch her words before they come tumbling out of her mouth. But his eyes were pretty. They resembled the colour of the earth, where new life could grow or one could find buried treasure. She got lost in a trance each and every time she had a chance to look into them. "It's just a shame they belong to an asshole," she quickly adds, trying to save her own skin.

"Oh my god!" Dustin pops out of the open hatch like a meerkat pops up out of its hole. "Steve, you like my sister, right?" Steve looks at him with wide eyes and cheeks that were turning the colour of a tomato. "Y/N, I know you've had a crush on Steve since sophomore year-"

"-That is not true!"

"Shut up!" She jumps back at her brother's sudden outburst. "If we managed to make it out of here alive, you two are going on a date! Even if I have to drag you both there, kicking and screaming." Dustin drops back down into the elevator, his feet hitting the floor with a hard thud, the both of them hearing, "I am too young to be this stressed out over someone else's love life; especially one that is my sister's!"

"Sophomore year, huh?"

"Don't even go there," Y/N cuts Steve off, pointing a finger at him, "you can't really say anything when you're currently the same shade as one of those lobsters they let you choose to eat at Enzo's."

"I always thought that was weird," he mumbles, looking off to the side as he thought about it.

"That's because it is."

They sit in silence, the creaking of the elevator shaft echoing around them and the muffled sound of Robin's voice below them. He looks at her and she looks back at him, both of them looking like they wanted to say something, but neither of them has the courage to do so.

Steve clears his throat. "Maybe we could do what the kid said," he suggests, shrugging his shoulders and waving his hands nonsensically in the air.

Y/N nods her head. "Maybe."

"Cool."

"Ugh, finally!" Erica shouts from below. "I thought I was going to have to slap you both with a sign that said: caution, two idiots in love, but they're too dumb to notice!"

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic

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sammy-jo1977 · 1 year

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Loki and his magic debut

Tagging this as smut only because of the suggestiveness of parts. It's a lot of fluff. And comedy. Bits of seriousness. Don't ask where I got the idea. Brief mention of panic attacks and abuse. Consider this a reader insert without the y\n bits.

Tony gets a crazy idea. And poor Loki has to go along with the idea. along with a certain tech.

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"Wait a minute! Why do I have to go?!" She exclaimed. shocked and honestly nervous they were serious.

"It's an idea for sure. Why not kid you're going." Tony mused as if he didn't hear her.

Nat sighed and turned to her to explain. "Look, it's not that we want to send you. But the syndicate doesn't know you. Us they would all recognize in an instant."

"Yeah, that's because y'all are the good guys. I'm just an IT girl. I'm good with computers and filing and..and.." she trailed off as her hands shook. The files in her arms falling from her grasp.

Wanda bent to help her pick the papers up. " You'll be fine dear. Honest. And besides. You won't be alone surely." She shot Tony a glare at her last words.

"no! Of course she won't be alone...um.. n.. eh.." He seemed to be thinking as his eyes traveled around the conference room table.

"Reindeer games. Sure. He'd love to go."

All at once it seemed the room exploded all at once. Mostly in disagreement and disbelief.

She stood there clutching the files in her hands. Eyes losing focus. Breathe in short shallow gasps.

"Stark. You've lost your mind."

"I really don't think that's wise to allow my brother loose with ms .."

"No way! The kid can't take Loki as backup!"

"Absolutely not."

"You're crazier than I thought.'

"Over my dead.."

"Quiet!"

Everyone stopped. Bruce Banner pushed off the wall and took the few short steps he needed to get to her.

"Stop a minute kid. Breath. It's gonna be alright."

He said low to her over again until the young woman calmed down. Her mild panic attack on hold for the moment.

No one spoke until he looked back over the group and nodded to Stark.

"Do I have any say in the matter?" Loki asked irritation laced in the smooth timber of his voice. He stood across the room from her. His eyes had yet to even fall her way.

'see. He doesn't even know I exist. Please don't make me do this guys.' she pleaded silently.

"Mmm. No. You're going. But not as her backup. She's going as your babysitter."

Confusion was evident around the room.

"Guys come on. The club is called The Lion's Den. It's a male strip club. "

Loki seemed to choke on his own breath while a few of the Avengers snickered and some down right laughed aloud.

Even she chuckled a little.

His eyes shifted to her. They took in her form.

She fidgeted under his gaze.

Standing at 5'5 in her work boots. A solid two inches shorter without them. Her calves were wider than she liked. But they filled her knee high boots nicely. Dark jeans covered her thighs. There was no gap. They were thicker than she wanted. And yes she has a friction problem in the summer. The swell of her hips was wide set. Great birthing hips is what her great grandmother called them. She sucked in her stomach a little more. Tucked tightly in her high waisted jeans she still felt the need to. The blouse she wore was tucked in and showed off her collar bone and cleavage.

While he starred she tried to hide her face behind the files in her hand.

She stammered and backed away until she backed into the glass door.

A look crossed his features. One she interpreted as possible disgust. Maybe at being stuck with her?

"Guys please. I can't do this. Why can't Nat go super undercover or something? "

"Stark doesn't force the woman to go against her will. I need no handler."

"Oh yes you do Reindeer games. One you aren't going alone. Two. I'm not forcing anyone. Nat help me out here. "

The Russian just rolled her eyes and stood from the table. With Wanda and Pepper meeting her at the door where the young woman shook they escorted her from the room.

"Listen sweetie. Loki really is contained now. He's not able to wield any dangerous magics. He can't hurt you or anyone else. "

Wanda chimed in first.

"Plus if he tries he knows he's dead." Nat smirked.

"Honestly. You two." Pepper swatted at both of the women with a smile.

Then she turned to the young woman. "What's really scaring you hun? Is it Loki or is it leaving the tower?"

She blinked at her a couple of times before clearing her throat. "Mrs. Potts. To tell you the truth. Both. Yep. Definitely both."

All three sighed.

"Why me?"

Her question made them look up at her.

"Why me personally? He could pick anyone from the IT pit. But why me?"

Pepper shrugged. " You were the first one to walk in the room dear. And you're not exactly invisible."

Wanda linked arms with her and smiled when she looked her way. "You are beautiful dear."

She smiled but it seemed bitter.

"I know that. Sure I know that. But.. ugh. Okay fine. I'll do it. But I know I'll regret it. "

She had thrown up both her hands from her lap as she spoke.

Both Natalie and Wanda each took a hand and pulled her to her feet as Pepper stood.

"Great!"

"Now one problem." She pulled them both to a stop. "I have jack to wear."

Three looked between themselves then back to her. "We have you covered." Wanda smiled.

They both stood before Tony as he paced without looking at them. Nat stood off to the side.

"You will be undercover." Tony pointed to Loki.

"You are the backup." He pointed to her.

"I will not repeat myself." He turned back to Loki.

Nat stepped forward and picked up two boxes from the table. One was long and was wide while the other was smaller.

"You each get a box. " Nat said with a smirk. The larger box was delivered to the woman while Loki much to his dismay was given the smaller one.

"What is this?" He asked in disgust when Loki opened the box. The contents was a silken pair of shorts. VERY short shorts in a golden color.

"Consider it a uniform." Tony smiled.

The woman started to open hers. Nat stopped her with a shake.

"What I can't see?" She asked nervously.

"You're coming with me. " Was the response she got.

"Wait just a moment!" Loki started to exclaim.

The look he got from both Natalie and Tony was almost enough to quiet him.

"This" he hissed. " It's supposed to be my uniform?"

"Male strip club remember Reindeer Games."

The green silk dress clung to her every curve. She tugged up at the small strap. Hoping to conceal some more of her breast. Her cleavage was on full display. Very little was left to the imagination. The gold necklace she wore to 'compliment' the dress was in fact a listening device. The emerald wrapped stone that rested in the dip of her throat.

The small ear mic rested in her ear concealed expertly.

She was picking at her newly manicured nails when Loki entered the car.

He chuckled lowly to himself.

"Make you nervous do I?"

"What?!"

"The poor kitten left alone with the big bad wolf?" He mused.

She looked at him finally. The black leather pants clung to his legs. The black button up was open to a point his chest was bare. But the dark jacket hung from his frame in a way that made her mouth water.

He noted all of her reactions to him of course.

"Oh? Not so nervous now are we kitten?"

"St..stop call…calling me that." She struggled with her words. Trying for a menacing glare before looking away.

Suddenly she felt his warm breath against the shell of her ear.

"Oh but you want me to keep going and more don't you my dear." His voice was low and practically a growl.

She shivers and pulls herself away using the door. "n..stop it."

In her nervous state she brought her hand up to start biting her nails.

"Now now pet. There are much better things I could imagine you could be doing with that mouth of yours than that."

She shot him a glare successfully.

He only smirked at her.

The heat flaming her cheeks only intensified.

The car ride was torturous, but nothing was compared to what happened when they stopped at their destination.

"Remember. You don't know one another. He'll come to you. Let him. Act interested."

The reminder was reiterated through the ear mic to both of them. Tony's voice held a firm tone. "Don't screw this up. You need to blend in, kid."

She sighed to herself.

"Remind me again what info I need to be gathering here if I'm supposed to be paying attention to him." She hissed.

Loki smirked. Her discomfort was all the more amusing to him. Though he had to admit. She was bewitching in the silk gown they had her wearing. It was thin and clung to her in all the right places. Given the opportunity, he'd easily bed her.

"You're just gathering Intel on who's all there. Associates and such. Who's closest to the target. Surveillance only." Nat buzzed in her ear. Tone firm and left no room to argue. Not that she would. Anything more and she'd probably puke.

"Is the mission All strictly 'look but don't touch' I have to wonder." Loki mused.

"What?"she hissed.

"Kid you blend in with the other sex crazies. When he comes to you. You know what to do." Clint chuckled in through the mic.

A wicked smile played at Loki's lips while she only groaned in embarrassment and defeat.

"I can do this. I can do this." Her muttered mantra kept her from turning away as one of Tony's men walked with her to the door of the club. The front was tasteful. Nothing like a seedy nightclub. ,'The Lion's Den' was scrawled in golden letters under the darkened window. Lights could be seen inside but muted. The man excused himself just outside the door as there was an elegantly printed sign stating 'No Men Allowed Past This Point'.

When she moved to push the door open, it swung in on its own it seemed.

There was a larger built young man just inside who had pulled the door open from inside she found out as she stepped inside.

Her eyes adjusted to the almost candle light brightness of the entrance to find a young woman standing at a podium.

"Hello." She smiled brightly. " Have you been with us before my dear?" She asked just as bright.

" No." She was told to admit.

" Oh wonderful. The boys do enjoy new blood." The hostess giggled.

She chuckled with the woman dryly.

"This way. I'll show you where you can go."

She followed the hostess through the large curtains that hang heavy behind the podium.

The first thing she noticed was the mahogany stage. It filled half the room. Round and staggered with steps. And beautifully built.

Tables and chairs surrounded it. The small tables were glass and lit from beneath. Giving the room a glow that was quite beautiful. The chairs were leather and looked quite nice as well.

The bar is where she was led to as the hostess excused herself.

"Sea breeze please. Strong." She said when the bartender looked her way.

She was then led to a table to the right of the stage. She noticed them, the tables were on a staggered floor. The floor was concave. With the stage at the lowest point.

The lights suddenly dimmed. A spotlight shone onto the stage. And a statuesque woman in all white stepped up onto the stage.

"Ladies. If I may have your attention please."

She had to admit. The show of each man was quite hot. She was grateful for the air conditioned room. The sea breeze in her hand helped relax her nervous mind.

"Stay on your toes kid." Tony quipped.

"I'm fine. Hard as it may be to believe. I can hold my liquor." She piped back.

Her eyes scanned the room.

The target was across from her and closer to the stage then she was. Many of the men from the show had paid special attention to her and the women she surrounded herself with.

All of this was relayed to the team of course.

The lights dimmed again just a little before the spotlight shone. The MC stepped out again. This time standing next to her table.

"Ladies. Seems we have some 'fresh blood' tonight in more ways than one."

Screams and hollers echoed around her.

"What are you doing?!" She hissed.

The older woman bent down and whispered.

"A favor for a friend." "Now! All of you wonder beautiful lovelies out here please! Let's show our love for the new blood Tonight! The only and only! God of Mischief!"

The room was plunged into darkness.

She was cautious. Knowing if she let her guard down he'd spring up and catch her. Embarrass her or worse.

The opening chords of a song started to play.

(The Spencer Lee Band The Wolf)

She remained cautious .

When the light came back on she saw him.

Transfixed she didn't notice the two young men that flanked her as he moved across the stage. A brief note of jealousness hit her when he moved to the target's table. Much like the other men of the club. He must've been told she was to be treated special.

But it was when the men at her flanks each grabbed the arms of her chair and spun her that she squeaked.

The chair stopped facing the now approaching Loki. One of the men bent down and chuckled.

"We were told you were new meat Love. No worries. We love new meat."

She whimpered just as the music stopped.

Loki paused in his approach.

Another song starting up.

(Careful Lucky Daye)

The light now shone on the four of them.

There was a choreographed altercation between the three men. But Loki being the victor.

"What the hell is this Loki?!" She hissed quietly once he got close enough.

His smile was that of a predator. "Just play along."

Moves like that of a serpent, circled her. She shivered as his fingers fell across her nape.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and her knees fell apart as he moved between them.

He flowed up her body. His own inches form hers as he moved to the music.

"What are you doin?" She whispered.

His eyes bore into hers as he answered. "Playing with a new pet. A sweet little kitten."

Like water he moved and flowed against her. Scalding her. " Who is so innocent and scared?"

He threw her feet over his shoulder at one point and his hips gyrated in front of her. Her face flamed brilliantly and she covered her face with both hands making Loki smirk.

His touch left her flaming with desire of embarrassment she couldn't tell.

"I'm not scared." She muttered through her hands.

His next move brought him above her. He very gently took both hands from her face and kissed each one just barely. "Really now?" He asked.

She watched his face as he straddled her and dropped almost into her lap. Bringing his lips so very close to her own. "Are you sure?"

His hands reached back with each of hers in grasp and placed both of hers on each cheek of his ass as he moved above her. His hips grinding to the rhythm.

She could at one point hear him briefing the others through her.

She tried to put in any input and failed miserably.

When he was done he was on his feet at the end of it all. Sweat covered his brow and his breathing was ragged.

She couldn't help but imagine it as if he and she had actually done something they shouldn't have.

She flamed at the thought.

"Alright. First chance y'all get outta there. Good work " she heard Tony clip.

First chance she got she was on her feet. Wobbly on her heels she sat back down.

Maybe the sea breezes caught up to her. No way. It was his fault.

When she finally made it outside to the car Loki was there waiting for her.

His lithe body perched casually back against the door of the car.

" Took you long enough."

" I was being watched." She lied.

Once in the car it fell silent only for a moment.

The phone rang and the driver put it on speaker.

"Gotta say. Good work you two. I'm pleasantly surprised. Go home kid. Get some rest. Loki. You know where you're supposed to be. Well brief in the morning."

"Tony? Can I just stay at the tower tonight? My roommate has probably locked me out by now and I don't wanna argue with her this late."

Tony pretending to muse this over made her nervous for a moment.

" Of course kid. I'll have a place for ya when you get here. Just ask up front for the keys. " She expressed her thank you and both said their agreements and goodbyes to Tony before he disconnected.

"Can't stand to be away from me can you then?"

Loki asked.

"What! No!"

She felt his arm slide behind her headrest and him lean into her side. "I must say kitten. I wouldn't be surprised if you did."

She leaned away from his whisper but didn't move to push him away. His body cool against her arm.

"Sound very sure of yourself." She muttered.

He smiled. " I'm just very good with a few extra senses. You want me. In ways you don't understand."

She huffed and crossed her arms.

Loki's eyes drifted down her front to eye the line in the center that disappeared beneath the soft fabric of her dress.

" I never did tell you how enchanting you look, did I?" Loki mused. It was more of a statement.

"It's fine Loki.." she sighed. Staring out the window. Trying to ignite his arm around her shoulder. Or his chest pressed against arm.

The car finally arrived back at the tower. Once exiting the car, she was escorted to a room and Loki taken to his own.

"You know where to find me. Should you get lonely." He chuckled as he watched her face flamed in embarrassment.

She lay in bed. Tossing and turning. The blanket too hot to keep on. The sheet too confining. Staring at the ceiling she thought about what he said. And his movements back at the club.

He had stared at her like she was the only woman in the room.

A new pet he has called her. Had said she wanted him in ways even she didn't understand. What did he mean?

Honestly she wasn't born dumb. She knew what he meant. But she wanted to know what it meant to him. She was by no means a homely girl. But no drop dead looker either. So why her.

Her body felt too warm. Skin felt too tight. Her breathing came out in small huffs.

'Ugh damnit' she mentally cursed before throwing herself to her feet.

Heading to the general kitchen area she padded barefoot from her room.

Standing in front of the fridge is where he found her. He couldn't sleep. Opting for a late night drink, Loki left his room.

He watched her for some time. Her rear was barely contained by the boyshorts and sleep shorts she wore. The tank top she wore was threadbare and slipping from her shoulder as she leaned into the coolness of the fridge.

She removed a container of banana pudding and closed the fridge before turning away from him.

"I'd steer clear of that." He chuckled as she jumped nearly a third a foot in the air.

"Why?" She hissed when she spotted it was him.

"Well the owner might not be too keen on you pilfering it in the midnight hours." He answered. Moving towards her, he stopped across the island away from her and leaned down on the counter .

She had pulled a spoon from the drawer and tucked it between her lips and turned to face him before answering.

"Not worried. I made it for him anyway. I'll just make more. Bucky won't mind."

His eyes flashed a moment in fear and he balked.

But Loki, quick to recover, cleared his throat and sighed."You seem certain of that fact."

Giggling she answered him. "I am. Besides, I won't eat it all. "

Loki rolled his eyes. Though his eyes drifted down her body as she turned and reached for a bowl from the cabinet.

"Want some?"

"Hmm?"

She held up a bowl.

"Oh no." He shook his head and waved a hand.

With a shrug she dishes out a portion of pudding and puts the rest away.

They sat in a comfortable but quiet silence for a moment. Loki with his drink. And her with her pudding.

Days passed.( Tony sent them back out to the club for more surveillance.)

Night had come again. This time she rode alone. Loki already having been at the club for his own mission. Tony had sent a man with him to keep an eye on him till she arrived. And for some back up since she could not go behind the stage.

The vest she wore fit well across her chest. The classic pants and vest combo look played well with her curved form. The jacket lay on the seat beside her. Her hair and makeup done.

She was nervous still. But not as bad as when Loki had been in the car with her.

Arriving at the club she took a deep breath and strode towards the door alone this time.

Smiling at the young girl behind the podium.

"Hello again." The young blonde greeted her warmly.

" Just couldn't stay away." She smiled back in greeting.

Once seated she ordered a drink and waited.

Her nervousness showed outwardly, possibly as eagerness like the other women who filled the club.

" I don't see her this time. She's not here."

"Don't worry. She'll show. And if not it's fine. There are others to remember. Watch for them too."

She remembered the briefing with the team. The whole syndicate they were looking to bring down. 90% of them were women. And most of them frequently attended this club.

The MC took the stage without her usual spotlight. "Ladies, if I may have your attention please."

The show was starting.

She ordered another drink. Wondering what song Loki had picked tonight. And if she'd be harassed and embarrassed again tonight.

Each man seemed to pick out a woman among the crowd. Grinding and thrusting. Mimicking acts.

She fanned herself with a napkin during one act that was exceptional.

And then, it was His turn. She knew just by the lighting behind him.

(Jailbreak Awolnation)

His body seemed to flow with the rhythm like water. His hands drifted over areas of his body. She found herself transfixed. Almost hypnotized.

To the point that when he stood before her she allowed him to manipulate her. Only for a second.

"Loki, wait." She whispered.

"Shh. Kitten. I've got you now. No escape." He smirked.

Her leg was thrown over his shoulder and lifted as he stood. Almost like he was using it as leverage he pumped against her. But then he dropped before her and throwing her other leg over him he lifted both her and the chair.

Gasps and cheers uproared through the room.

As he dropped the chair and someone righted it as he carried her to the stage.

"Loki put me down." She hissed.

When he did she was surprised to find him over her. " Careful what you wish for darling."

Suddenly she was spun and lifted against him. He held her like a lover.

He left her hot and chilled at the same time.

Breathless by the end of the song, he escorted her to her seat. Not without another show.

She wasn't sure what his game was. To embarrass her? To blend in? But his hand went into her hair and his nose traced her throat as he pulled her hair back. At the same time his hand barely traced up her body as he stood over her.

Then he stepped off her and left with a wink.

She ordered water and ice.

When she left the club he was waiting in the car for her.

"What in Chuck's name was that?!" She squealed when she had the door closed. Wanting as much distance between them she pressed herself against the door.

He watched her with a smirk.

"Had to put on a show didn't I?"

"For who? The target wasn't there!" She exclaimed.

"No." Loki mused. " But her associates were. And besides. It's not like I singled you out."

"But you did!" She yelled.

Her voice thankfully didn't carry past the confines for the car.

But Loki was losing his patience with her outburst.

"Raise your voice to me again, kitten and.." he paused. Head tilted. He stilled.

She had flinched. Hard. Even now she ducked her head as if he were going to strike her.

Was he? He took evaluation of himself. His voice had taken a deadly tone for sure. Eyes had surely grown cold and sharp. But his hand wasn't raided as if to strike.

The car stopped in front of the bunker and Loki got out of the car without a word.

Leaving her there ducked in the corner. Her hands held up over her head in surrender and protection.

He thought about that more than he would have liked.

She was…. Growing in him. He was growing to like this woman and he didn't want this. Didn't care to see where things could lead. He didn't want this.

The next night at the club he found another woman to dance for. Some random stranger the other men had picked for him. A pretty blonde thing that had a sash on claiming it was her birthday. The girl had gone wild as predicted.

But her? She'd spent the night nursing her drinks. Playing her part but not really.

Back at the tower.

Loki found her again in the fridge. The light illuminated through her thin top showing her dark silhouette.

He said nothing to her as he fixed his drink from the wet bar.

She huffed a sigh but said nothing either as she fixed a bowl of cereal.

He felt her eyes on him briefly at least twice.

"What kitten?" He finally asked. Tired of the beating around the bush acting she was pulling.

She sighed heavily, putting her spoon down. "It's nothing." She muttered.

"I beg to differ." He groaned. Almost seething.

For some reason this woman had gotten under his skin. And it bothered him.

"Look.. Really it's nothing." She muttered again. "Just drop it."

Loki starred her down. He moved to the table and sat across from her. Crossed arms and a calculating stare.

"What?" She groused.

"Who was it?" He asked calmly.

She refused to answer. Just finished eating. Again he asked. She kept quiet and stood to go out of her bowl.

The third time he demanded to know.

"No one!" She finally yelled.

His eyes narrowed.

She stood by the sink. Her eyes were hooded and wet. "It was an ex, okay. He got mean when he drank." She finally admitted.

Loki sat there quiet and thinking.

"I'm.." he started.

"Don't" she stopped him.

They remained quiet between them for a moment.

"Goodnight Loki." She muttered and left him to think at the table.

Days passed again at the club.

Loki sighed. He stood in the corner of the back room with the other men of The Lions Den.

"Hey what's up man?"

One of the younger men asked him.

He simply took a sip of his drink and sighed. "Nothing."

The kid shrugged. "Alright if you wanna talk though."

"You're familiar with having a woman as a friend?" Loki asked suddenly.

The kids chuckled. "Loaded question."

"Whatever. What do you do when she's pissed at you?" Loki asked, irritated at the implications.

"Flowers."

"Sex and chocolate."

"Leave her alone."

"No, that is stupid TRI and communicate with her."

Several answers from the others chimed in all at once.

Kassandra came to the door and knocked on the frame.

"Alright boys. All our favorite regulars are here. Including the big spenders. So play it nice and dirty. Oh and Mischief."

Loki looked up.

"Your favorite is here too. The young one. Like the sea breezes. She's looking a little down tonight. Maybe find a way to cheer her up."

He nodded to the older woman before she disappeared.

He saw her at the table. Her silk top was sheer and draped across her front. The black pants shimmered under the lights. Her drink in hand. He strode slowly to the beat over to her.

(Permission ro James)

He timed it just right to where he bent and held out his hand to her. Asking.

Through his lashes, he watched her.

As he stood in front of her, she felt put on the spot, but she put her drink down and slipped her hand into his.

Lifting and spinning her till her back was to him Loki held her.

" I want to say something but I want only you to hear." He husked into her ear that was free of the ear mic.

She swallowed and whispered, "go ahead."

Swaying suggestively to the beat with his hand on her stomach he knocked her feet apart slightly.

"Not here. Hold on, kitten." He growled in a low breath.

Before she could respond she was knocked forward.

Bent at the waist he rocked behind her.

The crowd whooped and hollered.

Bringing her back against him. Loki smirked when she chuckled.

He sat her back down and moved to the rhythm causing the women to whoop again.

As the song ended he spun her chair to face away from the stage and dipped her low to the floor making her grab hold of him and laugh. "There. My mission is complete for the night."

She giggled when he sat her back up.

He stood and bright her hand up to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

" Until later "

Before he could fully walk away, the MC Kassandra came over to him in the darker room and whispered something to him. He eyed her for a moment then chuckled deeply.

She smiled and gave the young woman a wink before turning from them both and twirling her mic as she took the stage again to introduce a new act.

Loki bent low at the waist and held his hand out.

"Seems we have a benefactor intent on sailing this particular ship in her words. A private room has been set aside for our use. If you would care to, that is."

Her heart pounding heavy in her chest she chewed on her bottom lip. " Maybe?"

Loki slinked around the chair and table like a cat before sitting down across from her.

"Make no assumptions, my dear. I don't play games and there are no maybe when it comes to me. It's yes or no. You say yes and I'll show you things you've never even dreamed of. No and I'll respect that and we'll go our separate ways. What'll it be?"

His eyes never left hers. Hard and light with a flame that burnt her to her very core.

She knew she should say no. He was nothing but trouble.

But something was drawing her to him. Something she couldn't explain.

"Lead the way." Her own voice surprised her. Low and slightly husked. Nothing like the squeaky mouse she usually portrayed.

The room was darkened and small. But not overly so. The couch at the far end was soft and cushioned. The table held a bucket of ice and a bottle of wine. Two glasses sat empty next to it. The door was blocked by a heavy curtain much like the front of the club. Once inside, kitten moved quickly to pour herself a glass of wine. Dowing in in one gulp she sighed. Loki chuckled darkly.

"You seem nervous pet.,"

"Ha.. yeah a little."

He stalked slowly around the table towards her.

When he got close she looked up at him through her lashes.

The glass was still in her hand. He easily skipped it from her grasp and set it down. His fingers trailed lightly back up her arm.

"There really is no need."

"No?"

He shook his head slowly as he backed her towards the couch step by step.

When the back of her knees touched the couch she muttered something but he didn't catch it as she fell the short distance. Now sitting, Loki towered over her.

He crept closer like a tiger on his prey.

Her fingers dug into the soft cushion of the couch as he carded his fingers through her hair and gently brushed his lips against hers.

Not a full kiss. But the breath of one. Just the faintest touch.

She groaned. Wanting more.

In the next instant he had her. Hair pulled just enough to feel good, head tilted back and his lips on hers. The kiss was unlike any other she had experienced. Then again he was a god. The god of mischief had his tongue dancing with hers this very moment. She flamed at the thought.

His hands moved through her hair and to her shoulders. Down to her body. "Last chance." He muttered against her.

She pulled him in to kiss him again. Her tongue swirls around his in an attempt to show him she was okay with this.

He should feel her trying to sit further up on the couch. To reach him better. Getting the idea Loki pulled back and actually stepped aways.

Letting her catch her breath Loki poured himself a drink and watched her over the glass as he drank.

"Had enough?" She huffed.

He chuckled. Amused that she was getting bold now.

Walking back towards her Loki smirked.

To his surprise she stood from the couch and took hold of his collar. She pulled him down for a kiss as she turned him and backed them up until he was sitting in her place.

He felt her straddle him and then she pulled back. Now almost taken aback by her own boldness.

His hands moved to her back and she leaned in to capture her lips again.

They stayed like that for a moment more. Exploring. Tasting.

Her body pressed against his. Soft curves giving way to hard plains. And then she felt him. Pressed against her core. When she brushed down against him she could feel his grip on her tighten.

When she did this intentionally a couple of times he nipped at her lip.

"Do that again and you will pay the price pet."

She sat back in his lap and licked at her lip where he got her. Her eyes hooded.

It took everything in his power not to spread her before him on the table and take her for himself. And he could. She would let him, he knew. But he waited.

She seemed to be thinking. Deep in her own thoughts until Loki shifted under her weight.

"Shit! I'm sorry." She immediately apologized and started to move off.

Loki pulled her back up against his chest and held her there.

"Why are you sorry?"

She fussed with the collar of his shirt and chewed on her lip. Shrugging.

"I dunno… my weight it um.. doesn't bother you?"

His look of disbelief and annoyance made her stop.

"Who.. never mind. No and don't ever think of that pet.

The look sure gave Loki was confused.

"Do you trust me?"

She gave him an odd look.

He returned her look with one of his own. "Well if not." As he spoke he started to move her off of his lap.

"Wait wait. I do. I do trust you." She grabbed a hold of his biceps to keep her center and laughed a little as she answered.

He let his body relax back into the couch with her in his lap. His hands rested gently on her thighs.

"Well.. I trust you. Should I not?" She asked.

He chuckled. Forgoing his usual answer. " It's nothing. I ask that for this reason."

He leaned up and kissed her gently.

Just a slow and easy kiss that left her saying simply "oh."

"Actually." He husked. His need for her grew the more he restrained himself.

"You want more than that?" She whispered.

He nodded slowly.

"Show me. All of it. Show me what you really want from me Loki. " She grew bold as she spoke. Her voice shook. Her hands shook as well .

He growled. She was shaking. He actually growled as he pulled her body closer to him. Molding her to him.

His hands moved from her legs to her hips. Pulling her closer.

Suddenly he stood. Holding her to his body.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. Ankles hooked to keep her there.

Suddenly she felt the presence of the car behind her. Breaking from the hungry kiss, she gasped.

"What the.." she questioned.

"Taking you, in that place. Didn't seem right. I had a better idea. In fact I still have a better one. "

He smirked.

A short sizzle of magic trailed through the air as they disappeared.

This time they appeared in a darkened room.

Only then did she notice the difference in herself.

He set her on her feet and turned a light on.

The silk and sheer nightie she now had on surprised her. "Um excuse me?"

She toyed with the long edge of the gold ribbon tied at the front.

Emerald in color with gold accents. She smiled.

"Thought you'd want something more comfortable." He responded with a wink.

"I thought you couldn't use magic?" She questioned.

All Loki did was shrug with a knowing smile.

She hummed in agreement.

He approached her now. His eyes were dark.

A smile still played upon his lips. "Tell me kitten. Is this still what you want?"

When he got close enough she reached out for him. Her fingers fisting in his shirt collar. Lips and tongues collided.

His hands found purchase at her bare hips.

All at once she was overwhelmed. Loki. The silk sheets under her. The nightie still tied and bunched up at her waist.

Skin on skin. Fire and ice. She found it strange only for a moment. He was at first cool to the touch. But warmed with contact. Her skin was hot and too tight.

He sent her mind reeling at the places he could reach with his touch. His long fingers coaxed her insides in ways she never dreamed.

His mouth never left her skin.

She moaned aloud. No fear of being heard.

Her second release on his fingers alone was enough to shatter his tentative self control.

Sheathing himself in one swift motion. Causing them both to gasp and moan.

"Still so tight kitten." He moaned in her ear.

Making her chuckle. The act itself caused her to moan again. Her eyes crickled shut at the corners.

He hovered on top of her. She felt him lick his bottom lip and huff in her ear.

"Are you alright if I.." the question he started was left unfinished as she moved her leg to open herself up more for him.

Loki felt his cock sink further into her heat.

The motion followed by her kissing lightly at his throat before nipping just a little. "If you don't start movin."

His quick thrust stopped her words.

Hands grasped at sheets and each other.

The night was spent full of heavy breaths and panting. Magic sizzling in the air and chuckles from both.

Late that night.

The two stood in the kitchen.

A large mixing bowl was on the table and various ingredients for banana pudding were spread across the surface.

"Loki stop.."she giggled. His hands caressed the expanse of her exposed thigh.

"I can't seem to help myself." He mumbled in her ear. As he wrapped his arms around her.

The light suddenly flicked on.

"Oh gross you two. We eat in here, come on."

Tony's voice followed the blinding light.

"Tony stop. We aren't doing anything." She groused at him.

Tony didn't seem to look up from his phone. He simply shook his head disapprovingly.

"Just keep the games outta the common areas kids. I mean it."

The lights went back out and the two were left alone again.

"That was.."

"Awkward."

Both chuckled in exasperation. Loki went back to his exploration. While she went back to her mixing.

"Oh my.. Loki. Stahp." Her voice trailed off with a chuckle.

"Hey.. incoming.. stop whatever weird stuff is going on." Another voice interrupted the dark.

"Ohmygawd. Shit.. okay. Um hi."

The couple in the kitchen quickly stepped apart like they had when Tony had interrupted.

This time the light came on and revealed Bucky.

He stopped mid step when he saw the two.

He seemed to be stuck in thought.

Eyes shifting between the two and the bowl on the counter.

Bucky pointed to the bowl. "That mine?"

She nodded with a small smile.

"Yes. Soon as it's done. Fresh batch."

Then he pointed between the two of them. "This. New?"

She nodded again.

"Right.. huh."

He thought for a moment.

Bucky moved to the fridge and pulled out the current batch and went to leave.

"Oh. Hey."

They both looked up.

"She hurts, so do you."

"Right." Loki answered just as the soldier left them alone.

Days passed.

"So. Here's what we got from the mission. You two did good."

Tony paced the room as he spoke.

"Also. To avoid any more surprises.. Those two are together. And go."

"What?!"

"Knew it"

"Aw!"

The woman in the room seemed to speak at once, same as Clint.

"Together?! And you're allowing this?" Clint burst.

"Excuse me. Allowing?" She piped up.

" They are grown Barton. I'm not anyone's parent." Tony snarked in answer to his outburst.

Bruce remained quiet as the room exploded.

As the two men continued, Wanda bent over the table and "psst" to Loki.

" Don't break her heart please. I'd hate to have to get my hands dirty."

" I don't mind it." Nat bent over as well.

"Right." He sighed in answer.

With a small flourish he held his hand out to the young woman beside him.

The departure of the two went unnoticed by the two men arguing.

Later that day she found herself alone briefly.

"Are you sure about this?"

She was startled at the question.

"Him? Why him?"

"Sorry?" She seemed surprised.

He seemed angered all the more asking each question.

"I didn't think I needed to explain my personal choices. Or defend them against anyone." She put her book down and looked the older man in the eye.

"I'm not saying that kid. Just be careful. Loki is.."

" I know Who Loki is. And was. But that is not who he is now." Her eyes narrowed and she kept her voice calm but firm.

"Kid. I just.." He spoke again.

"Mr Banner. I thank you for looking out for me. But please. I'm not a kid. I've not been a kid anymore for a while now. Y'all just see me like I am because I'm young. But I know what I'm doing with Loki. So please. Just stop." She stood from her chair and moved to walk past the scientist.

Loki himself stood in the hall. She met him with a kiss and they walked away arm in arm.

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khuzena · 2 years

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Perfection is all I see

Sova x fem!reader

Fluff and angst with a little insecurity(+jealousy)lol

"Hi could you make a Sova x fem!reader either angst or fluff maybe both idk it can be about anything （＾∇＾）thanks" - @thenameiwantedwastaketwt

i just searched up sova's real name so please tell me if the names are wrong huhu • I've been waiting for this (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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Sova would always compliment your style, how you looked and every inch of your body but there's a part of you thinking that he's lying.

There was a routine you both did that every thursday you guys would go to the gym or maybe practice archery, it was fun and all but.. there was this new girl who's name you didn't know seems to be very touchy with your russian boyfriend and even play-flirting with him when she thinks you're not looking.

"Oh sasha that shot was so good, can you teach me?" The annoying girl said as she stood up and got her towel.

"I could but I'm going on a date tonight with my girlfriend and I need to prepare" he said while picking up his bow and arrow and putting in his bag

"oh.. is your girlfriend the one who's just doing her own thing at the different gym section?"

"Yes, she's waiting for me and I've got to go though"

"Hmm.. what do you even see in her though?" she asked while leaning

"What do you mean by that?" He questions her and raises an eyebrow, trying to figure out what she meant by that.

"Oh you know.. she's not the best like physically or something but you can get so much better than that" that annoying girl scoffs and twirls her hair, waiting for his reply.

"I'm more than grateful to have someone like her, so if you could excuse me I have to go"

He left the archery training room and just saw you slumped against a comfy chair. It was very odd to him, earlier you were so cheerful and now you're being unmotivated and gloomy.

"Hey! дорогая(dear) I'm sorry I took a while there, was kinda busy."

You gave him a fake happy smile and stood up from your chair, "Yeah yeah I know.. Let's go."

The whole car ride was pretty awkward. Only the sound of engine and some news radio playing in the background was heard. Sova is confused why you're not talking that much, considering that everytime you're together you always start a conversation. And this level of silence really irks sova for some reason.

"So.. дорогая did you enjoy your time there?" He said trying to break the awkward tension but of course you're a liar and shrugged, "Yeah. I did, just not in the mood." You said while continuing to lazily scroll through your phone.

"Why are you so quiet? Most of the time you're always talking about something new and fun."

He sounded so concerned but you try to lie your way out of this, just saying you were tired and needed some rest.

After you both arrived at the restaurant, you both sat down on your seats and started ordering some meals from the menu. While waiting, sova also found it suspicious when you ordered less meals and tried to ignore him over and over again but it was enough, he needs to really confront you now; he though to himself.

"Dear. You've been odd the whole day, not even striking a conversation and your smile feels.. forced. Did I do anything wrong?" He asked while holding your hand and staring into your eyes.

"No. Don't you think that you need someone much better than me?"

"What do you mean? By that, are you perhaps unhappy with yourself?"

"I really can't hide anything from you, no?" You laughed and tried to ignore his gaze.

"Look at me dear," you stared into his eyes as he stares back into yours, "When I look at you, Perfection is all I see. So please don't feel like you're any less-than that."

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This wasn't proofread and i was writing this while I'm sick, but thanks for reading and requesting (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

#sova x reader #valorant fluff #valorant angst #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction

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brkthslnc · 2 years

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Send me on my way

There's that path in my mind. An old path, with a beautiful starry night, in the middle of countless dunes made out of snow. An old path I've known for ages, a path I walked a thousand times everytime things started to be deeply disturbing for the little thing I was. It's just a path, you know. A neverending road with no destination. A place where it's just a matter of walking, and running, and stumbling. Except there, I don't stumble. I enjoy the view, walking peacefully. Borderless space terrifies me in the real world, but there, even if I can't reach it, I know every bit of it.

So, there's this path, in snow dunes, where I walk when the world is too crazy it could make me puke. It's where I go when I'm about to scream so loud, stars could fall off. Except, there, I never heard the sound of my own voice. It's where I'm peaceful, you know ? There's a place for yelling and that's where I live, so, yeah.

And, it stayed that way for years. Long, long years, with that land of mine hidden in my head. A place I would like to draw, but I can't, 'cause I'm lazy, and kinda selfish. It's a place no one would have live in except my very own self. Except some did. One did, and he did something I would never have expected : he made the snow sad for me.

Yeah, for a while, that no one else's land was this gigantic mass of white powder, sparkling silently, and suddenly it was just tears everywhere, blinking. I saw every inch of the land turn off. There was no light, and the night was dark, and terrifying. My own place, damn it. And the insane thing is : I was not angry. I was nothing there, just standing still. It was like things were about to crash me, this giant nothing I made ouf of thin air was about to break, and break me, and I cared about that.

I think I cared so much about it because, at some point, even if it's only in my mind, it doesn't mean it's not real. And yeah, maybe I'm just a crazy-ass weirdo with some mental issues, but I'm clearly not the only one. Everyone cares about something nobody understands. And that's ok. At least, it's ok for me.

The land stayed like that a lot. Sometimes, there was a moon. A stupid little one, human-size, like some sort of lamp from Amazon. And, I liked it. Made my nights. But except for those moments, it was freezing.

At some point, standing there alone and holding tight just to visit it was not the best conditions. I know it sounds like some Russian Doll shit to put it that way, but I was holding a goddamn world up in here. And I started to think : what if I just continue to walk in it ?

As I thought these thoughts, it worked. That little piece of personal heaven could turn into hell in a snap of the fingers, but it doesn't matter. I have to walk through it. Denial was not the name of that land. So, I walked, and through the days, the endless night I asked for turned into a dusk. A majestic death of the sun, a wave from the light, as she swears to me to come back and sends me on my way. She sometimes disappears, but never fades completely. I like it, a lot...

Yeah.. Mh, what was your question again ?

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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The One Where She Got A Dog

Yelena Belova X Reader

Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2

Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic

AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.

Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio. She laughed when you said you were too.

Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer.

"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica.

"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked.

You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?"

"There." She points at the screen.

"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?"

Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest).

She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question.

"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean."

You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas."

You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here.

"No timer?," she asked.

"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart."

Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?"

"Something like that."

The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better.

But she can't know.

"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze.

Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…

There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her.

But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you.

"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…"

Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but…

"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that."

Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair."

You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo"

"What was that?"

You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…"

Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too."

The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before.

"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?"

"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier– looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too."

Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?"

You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them."

As you finished your sentence you reached for the door, but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over.

The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart.

"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her– that is how eerily quiet it is.

Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then."

Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?"

"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here– just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too."

Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!"

Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch."

Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them."

They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.

"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective."

Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light.

Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip.

"So cute…"

You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence.

"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice."

You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry."

You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually."

The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair.

"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup.

"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…"

You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house.

"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.

Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down.

You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?"

Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was."

The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes.

You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?"

"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…"

"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything."

Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep.

You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home.

The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before.

"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place.

#three bees writing #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #black widow #black widow spoilers #black reader insert

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wheeier · 3 years

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fearless

Warnings: pure fluff

based off of taylor swift’s song <3

steve harrington x henderson!reader

word count: 1.6k

“this is the best celebration ever.”

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you dressed up nicely, getting ready to hang out with your best friend, steve. he invited you to his house for a small celebration about him passing the test on english that you helped him study with. you glanced on the window, seeing the rain just stopped. droplets from the sky touching the glass, dripping down to the windowsill. you smiled to yourself-you always loved the rain. not the storm, just the rain. there's something in the rain you always love. it makes you feel calm and in peace. the way the ground seems like there's a glow off the pavement looks beautiful to you.

"y/n/n! steve's here!" you heard your mom called from downstairs who was watching a show on the television. you took your attention away from the window and headed out the room.

dustin noticed you as you went out of your bedroom, "y/n, where are you going?" he asks. "to steve's." you looked at him, giving him a small smile. "and you didn't tell me?" he asked in annoyance. "why? you already spent time with him for almost all week. it's my turn, bud. sorry." you shrugged and went downstairs, chuckling as you heard your brother curse.

you headed out of the house, grinning as you saw steve. "let's go?" he reaches for your hand and you gladly took it though you were absolutely flustered. you were glad he didn't notice. or did he?

both of you got inside his car quickly as the rain started to pour once again. steve shakes his head to dry his hair, brushing them with his fingers afterwards. a single motion of him that makes you want him more.

"someone's staring." he teases, taking you out of your trance. "shut up." you rolled your eyes as he chuckles in response.

you averted your eyes to the car window to watch the trees and houses passing by as he drives. the rain started pouring and a thought came to your mind. you always wanted to ask steve to dance in the rain, in the middle of nowhere. you always thought how romantic it looks in movies. maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad if steve gets to be your first kiss-in a very memorable way as the music plays in the car radio. in fact you would treasure that memory forever, only if it would actually happen.

you seemed to be too lost in your train of thoughts that you didn't notice that you have arrived in front of steve's house and didn't hear him ask you a question, until he lightly taps your shoulder as he calls your name.

"huh?" you turned your head to look at him, seeing his concerned eyes at you. "are you okay?"

"y-yeah. i'm..i'm okay." you gave him a nervous smile, avoiding his stare. "are you sure? you seem a little off today." he questioned, searching for your y/e/c eyes. "yeah. i was just thinking." without waiting for his response, an idea hit you. this is now or never. you thought. you looked on the radio and turned it on, 'can't fight this feeling' was playing.

steve was obviously confused and worried. when you opened the car door, he started to panic. "w-hey, w-what are you doing? y/n, it's raining! are you insane? y/n!" you ignored his protests and got out of the car, not caring about ruining your outfit. you walked towards his side of the car and opened the door, grin plastered on your face.

"come on! it's fun." you reached for his hand but he backed away a little, staring between your hand and your eyes. you rolled your eyes, smile not leaving your lips before pulling his hand, letting the rain touch his hair, and eventually his whole body. the man was blushing at this point, not sure if it's because of the cold weather or because of you.

steve stood frozen, clueless on what to do next while you're in the middle of the street, embracing the cold raindrops falling from the sky. you closed your eyes, enjoying the rain pouring down your face. it felt calming. like everything is finally in peace–for you at least.

you slowly fluttered your eyes open, only to see steve in front of you. your heart skipped a beat. he didn't say anything, a comfortable silence filling the air-despite of the rain pouring and touching the ground. he held your hand, pressing his lips on your knuckles gently. the corner of your lips turned up as he pushed some of your hair and tucked it under your ear.

his eyes were twinkling, as well as yours, particularly when he stepped closer, faces only inches away. to him you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. he remembers everything that had happened for the past years, how cool you are hitting the demodogs with a metal pole as he hits some with his nailed bat, how you kneed the russian doctor where the sun doesn't shine as much while saving him and robin-from that he already knew he fell hard. he loves everything about you. god, this man is in love with you.

and boy, so are you.

everything happened so fast, steve grabs the back of your neck, connecting his lips to yours.

you were taken aback for a second before melting into the kiss. your hands travelled to his shoulders then to his hair. you finally got to touch his luxurious locks. you smiled into the kiss at the thought of it. it felt like you were in cloud nine, everything was perfect. this was exactly how you wanted it to be. the rain. song playing on the radio. your first kiss. steve.

the kiss lasted a few more seconds before you both pulled away, catching your breaths as you smiled at each other, your arms remained around his nape while his were on your waist.

"i gotta say, it was impressive of you to not overreact about your hair getting wet." your teased. "if it isn't for you, then i would." you laughed at his words that seemed music to his ears. "dork."

cold breeze touched your skin as you ran inside his house. you both took a warm shower-seperately, him going first so he can look for clothes for you to wear as you took a shower.

you got out of the bathroom, wearing his large grey shirt and black sweatpants. he didn't notice you got out until you spoke. "hey steve, do you have a comb?" he averted his eyes from the magazine he randomly found under his bed to you. his mouth agaped at the sight of you in his clothes.

"stop looking at me like that," you chuckled as you walked towards the bed. you sat down beside him as he sets aside the magazine. he gives you the comb beside him, not tearing his eyes away from you. "thanks." you muttered before combing your hair.

steve lightly shakes his head, going back to his normal self. "i'm sorry about this by the way." you started as you placed the comb on his night stand. "sorry about?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "for ruining our celebration. we were supposed to be eating or maybe cooking right now if i didn't let you come with me in the rain." steve's expression softened as he heard your explaination.

"no, no, no, y/n. this is the best celebration ever. it's way better." he smiles at you, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "thank you." you said just above a whisper as you lied down beside him.

the rain had calmed down, but the cold weather remained as you wrap your arms around steve's waist, his arms around your back-keeping you warm. "you know i'm actually glad you did that," steve mumbled, breaking the comfortable silence. you hummed in response, looking up at him. "yeah. i wouldn't have known that you love me too and-"

you love me too.

his words echoed in your head. you shot up, eyeing him suspiciously. "what's wrong?" he asks. before you could answer, it hit him. "oh, i..no, i mean.." he struggled to get words out of his mouth meanwhile you chuckled, scooting closer back to him. he continued to stutter as you put your hands on his cheeks, "steve?"

one word made him silent.

"i love you too."

when he didn't say anything, you brought your lips to his. this time he was the one who was taken aback, before placing his hands on your nape, kissing back.

it went on for a few seconds, his hand travelling to your back as you straddled his lap and not breaking the kiss. "hey," you mumbled in between the kisses. "as much as i want this.." you placed your hands on his shoulders as he continued to shower kisses on your jaw.

"babe,"

you called, making him stop to look at you. "babe?" he repeats, somehow shocked. "what, you don't like it?" you questioned. "no, no, i was just..i didn't expect you to call me that." you both chuckled. "anyways, as i was saying, i wanna continue but i'm too tired. can we just cuddle until the rain stops?" he nodded and you got off his lap, laying your back on the bed beside him.

steve puts his arm around your shoulders, giving you more room to scoot closer to him. "i love you." you whispered while your eyes were closed. he was still not used to you saying those words, in a romantic way. his stomach would flip everytime you'd say it.

soon sleepiness took over you, steve's lips on your forehead were the last thing you remembered before drifting off.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader imagine #fluff #stranger things fluff #stranger things #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington fluff #Spotify

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blushing-starker · 4 years

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Second in the line of moodboards inspired my the devil all the time.

He helps Gwen wrangle her hair together backstage, fingers quickly snatching wayward strands and taming them with one of the many pins clutched between Peter's lips. Natasha comes over to them, adjusts the girl's tutu, raises the stockings while mumbling in russian, pride for her girls clear even in a different language. His sister's back straightens impossibly, spine curved and he's very nearly spilling all the pins over the floor because god, he loves watching the dancers work. They were beautiful in big sweaters, worn leggings, beat up flats and half done ponytails, Peter always thought so no matter how many times they teased him about trying to butter the ballerinas up. They were gorgeous 24/7. But when they were preparing to go onstage?

That was ethereal, something only seen in dreams of tucked away childhoods, beauty found exclusively on fairytales. He caught a glance of the divine each time his sister and their friends went to battle. Five seconds left and no, you will stay away from the light, damn you. Peter growls, distantly hears a semi quiet click, ignores it, slams five pins around a particularly demanding curl and Natasha hums when she revises it, fingers gently touching the bun. She whirls around the room without a word but he's proud. He made something worthy of Romanoff's approval. The girls are called to stage and Gwen turns, kisses his cheek and off she goes. Peter lurches forward, plants his lips to the taut shoulder blades just as she's passing the door's threshold.

His sister doesn't really believe in luck, more prone to appreciating hard work and determination. But the youngest Parker child preferred to be on the safe side of things, try to ensure success in as many ways as possible. The music outside begins to stir the audience up, announces the arrival of the group and yeah, he'll never get over seeing Gwen fly through the air. Another click, but this time he inclines his body back towards it and suddenly the world goes white, a fierce bright thanks to a flashing bulb. He topples back on instinct, hands scrambling for purchase, legs caught on a stray tutu, mind dreading the sharp, incoming impact. It never comes.

There's movement, lightning fast, a hand around his own, body being yanked, back pressed to a broad chest and then the colors slowly appear in spots as he heaves for breath. A chuckle against Peter's left ear, amusement and perhaps fondness.

"Should've figured the brother of the future prima donna was clumsy. The universe being ironic and all that. But I knew beauty ran in the family. I'm afraid we've never been introduced, Mr Parker. I'm Tony Stark, main photographer for the company."

He's dead. He must be. No human had a voice that smooth, that enchanting and soothing. The guy had to be an angel of some sort because these things didn't happen to Peter. His life wasn't exciting enough that a man half a foot taller and several inches wider than him could just wrap him in strong arms and make them stay in an upright spooning position. Curved hips sit right above his ass, there's a toned stomach pressed against his back and warm air is teasing the curls on his nape. This type of thing, of situation didn't occur to Peter Parker.

When the world settles down, he licks dry lips and tries to breathe deeply. Only for him to realize both his hands are immobile. One is being clutched by the wrist, that's the right hand the photographer had tugged on to twirl Peter round and mesh them together, afar from the lights. His left arm is also being held, although that may just be the man forgot to let go after stabilizing him. He's immobilized but he feels...completely safe here. Slowly, Peter relaxes enough for his mind to drift, exclusively focus on Gwen and musky cologne.

"I'm Peter. Gwen's brother. But you already knew that, Mr Stark," great going, Pete, "Any reason we hadn't met? Then again, Gwen's the dancer. I'm just, just a cab driver. I'm not beautiful, nothing special." He's not embarassed. He's not, Peter's very proud of his job, of how good he is. The 60's weren't exactly easy to live in, but he's managed to keep on going and that's a hell of a lot more than some people got.

Nonetheless, he dips his head down, ashamed because what if he's diminishing Gwen's glow by being a driver, by being boring and dull? What if-

"Bullshit, you're worthy of a set. Most gorgeous person I've seen in years and here you are thinking you're nothing. I'd kill for a chance with you. I love Gwen, she's amazing, but I've been trailing her more just so you can appear in some of the pictures. I wouldn't do that for nothing, Parker. Oh, that's a lovely leap."

Don't cry, don't cry, it's only the kindest compliment Peter's received in a long while, the first one that doesn't have to do with the speed limit or itchy seats or satisfied customers.

"Well," it's like sand paper stuck in his throat, " you wouldn't have to kill. If you ask, I'd say I'm free on Saturday. "

What. Are. You. Doing.

Shit, did he just.

"Kid, I'd love that. We could get coffee, I know a place nearby with great chocolate cake."

He did.

Gwen will kill him if she/when she finds out Peter asked someone out without her being around to witness it.

He can't help it that he beams, "I think that's great, Mr Stark. Definitely better than being here and acting as the seventeenth wheel."

"Call me by my name, Peter. We're basically already snuggling, no need for seriousness. Although, I actually didn't plan on this. No matter what type of crazy goes through my head, it's never this fast or this crazy.

"And here I thought photographers were the most serious and aloof with their brooding self portraits."

Tony laughs and Peter grins, happy to feel the rumble up his back and shoulders. Maybe he'll develop an urge to get some portraits done. Just one or three every month.

#peter parker #tony stark #peter x tony #peter parker x tony stark #starker #ironspider #my moodboards #Cab driver! Peter #Photographer!Tony #tdatt inspired #60's!AU #Gritty!starker

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okeymakeydude · 4 years

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Headcanon: Ways to trust [Defense classes]

Link to the last one; Headcanon: Ways to trust [Support classes]

We all trust, a lot or a little, always do. We´re sociable and even the most antisocial person does the same, and our beloved mercenaries are no exception. Here, I´ll try to make some headcanons of the ways I think they´d do to show that they trust someone, at the end a snippet.

Today, defense classes: Engineer, Heavy and Demoman.

Engie.

This man has "two faces", a saying and a HCs explained better ->here<- and, in a short way; he shows a false personality from the real one.

Headcanon.

"Wanna go for a ride, son?". This Texan likes going about his business and alone, if he needs things, without telling the rest of the team, he'd go to the nearest town. However, he'd invite his partner to go with him, especially if it's someone he gets along with and knows he won't be bored. Be prepared to hear bad jokes all the way through!

You're welcome to his workshop. Like Medic, he doesn't mind if someone gets into but not for long. Silence and concentration, he gets annoyed by the slightest noise while doing his job. Although he'd like to talk to someone like Pyro from time to time, they can stay as long as they doesn't light a match... again.

He smiles more. Look, he's smiling most of the day, but that's part of his "fake face". You'll know that you're accessing his true personality when he's praised for his inventions, tries to stay serious and kind of doesn't care, but his pride will show if those words come from someone he trusts. There's nothing that makes this man happy than talking about his creations and knowing that others are interested.

There's a small hidden box where he keeps the few memories he has of his childhood. He has never felt comfortable enough to talk about it and more about his father, but if he does speak about it with someone, It's 'cause he trusts that person very much and he's giving an attempt to open up, this's a very important moment. There, he's showing much of his "true face".

Snippet.

“Wait, is that you? How cute!” His partner was looking at the few photos that were in the box, had a brown color of how old they were, there was a little boy in his father's arms. “ I wish I had pictures of my childhood too.”

Engie was beside them, watching silently until he noticed something, and pointed it out. It was a picture of him hugging a puppy, he couldn't help but smile.

“Her name was Tess.”

“She´s beautiful.”

“Was... she was beautiful.”

A nostalgic atmosphere dominates the whole workshop. It had been a long time since the Texan had returned to his past and even more so if he talked about it with someone, but it was okay because he knew he could trust his mate. Suddenly they raised their arms and began to put the photographs in the box, They had a serious face.

“We're getting sad and i don´t accept it, the past is past. Although I would have liked to see that dog... but we're here for something else!” They turned to see him and smiled. “You were going to show me something you planned to do.”

That's why he liked ´em so much.

“Heh, yeah, y'are right. “Happiness was shown at once in the engineer bringing up that subject again, he took out a blueprint and put it on the table. “Well, as ya can see here...”

Heavy.

He'll spend time with you. Why waste the time with someone you don't like?Heavy'd let know if he doesn't trust you, he wouldn't talk much and his expressions would say it all. However, if he does, even if he's busy, he'd use some of his time to talk to his mate, ask 'em how they are doing, or just hang out. HCs inspired by this one.

He'll try to speak more. We all know that our dear Russian has a poor English but that doesn't mean he isn't trying to improve it. May ask his friend for help or advice when he doesn't know how to express himself with something and would feel more confident if they respected him and don't laugh at the way he speaks.

His past. He doesn't mind talking about it but will always try to avoid the gulag and what happened to his father. The past is past, yeah, but even a man like Heavy is not so easy to "forget". If one day he confesses what happened to his family that time, it's because he trusts that person a lot. It's a very important step in his confidence and no one should make fun of him.

"You can touch her". Well, what are you waiting for? He's letting you touch HIS weapon, Sasha! It's something very important to him somehow, and it'd look like a dream if he didn't get angry that someone aproached her. You would have to be a great buddy to have such a "privilege".

Snippet.

"Push! Come on! Push!"

"I'm trying but she's toooo heavyyy...! Got it? Cuz -- Nevermind "His partner sat on the floor, taking a breath, looking at him. "Can we get some rest? I think my back is broken."

Heavy laughed as he did the same thing. A few days ago he started training for the next match and his friend decided to join him. Although the exercises seemed very hard for them.

"Sandwich? This will help little."

"You're really strong, man! can pick Sasha up like that and i can't even move her an inch." They raised their eyebrows while they was grabbing it, with a 'thanks' by the way. "How?"

"In gulag, you have time."

"Oh..." their voice got softer when they heard that, was taking the last bites at the sandwich. " Y'know, you're not only physically tough, also psychologically, that was hell and you managed to escape from there with your family."

"And now, Heavy is happy and around with friends, like you. You are good friend."

"Really? Sweet!" They stood up and smiled, seemed to be full of energy and wanting to spend it. "Okay, ready for round two, bear guy?"

"да."

Demoman.

He becomes more touchable. Well, he is already even with a stranger but our dear merc likes to express himself physically, he doesn't just say a "heeey", he'd hug 'em and give 'em a gentle pat on the back. And both have a secret handshake? Then you're best friends. Demo is usually one of those who are quick to trust someone.

Get ready for the party because he´ll drag you to every one! is a night person, and any place is perfect to have fun. Is the weather good? Party in town! Bad weather? Party at the base! Can't it be possible? Party in his room! Demoman likes to be among friends and won't hesitate to invite them, fun is guaranteed with him and laughter too. Just make sure he doesn't drink too much, he tends to get a little sad...

“Sorry if mah mom's a lil´ annoying”. Well, looks like someone's been bought to their house, their cause his mother lives there! He´ll be nervous about taking his partner, apart from his frienemy Soldier, although he´d calm down if he sees that everything is going well. His past is not that bad as Heavy's but if he tells things like what happened in his eye, about his childhood or about his father, that mate must be someone very trustworthy.

His eye-patch. Being called a “cyclops” only makes him remember the stupid mistake he made as a child and it bothers him, only he doesn't show it, he's always afraid that one day he'll forget to put the eyepatch on and his whole team will be scared of him. But if you show him that he's okay as he is, enough to give him the confidence to be around without it, you're already someone important to him.

Snippet.

“ And then... kaboooom! ten dead enemies, ma'am! ten!”

“Did dat really happen?”

“Yeah! your son with only a few explosives eliminated most of the opposing team.”The guest nodded with a smile, they was very happy to tell what happened at the match recently, crossed their arms. “I´d be proud of him, actually, i´m proud of him”.

“Me too.” Said his mother in a soft voice, she seemed to avoid smiling but you could tell she was grateful. "As long as he does a good job, it's okay."

“Okay, lad. I´m done.” Demoman entered the room before putting some things aside, looked at his friend and asked. “Well, yer ready?”

“For the party? Hell yeah dude!”

They stood up and as they approached they did not hesitate to make their secret greeting, it might seem childish, but they did not care. At the end they gave each other a hug and said goodbye to the old lady, they were getting closer to the door, before opening it, his friend spoke.

“You okay without the eye patch?”

“Yep”

“Then, what are we wainting for? let´s go!”

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#tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 imagines

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