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sneezefiction · 4 years

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please don’t go

Ushijima x Reader - Scenario

@moonlightaangel‘s event request: “congrats on reaching 600 followers!! 🥰 can i request ‘please don’t go’ with ushijima, if it hasn’t been requested yet! i need some angsty feelings in my life”

a/n: mmmm angsty Ushijima is my aesthetic :,,)) i also messed around with some flashback formatting, so i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: angst, breakups

wc: 1640

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“Please don’t go.” It’s a soft, tearful whisper.

“I thought you would understand, y/n. We had established this.” His reply was blunt. Like a dull knife to the chest, digging deeply only to pull right back out, leaving you gushing and writhing at his words.

“Please don’t.” Your cry reached his ears this time.

“I need to focus.” He sighs, twinging with guilt.

Why didn’t you understand? Had you not known that his career would come first? Above everything else?

Or had he misspoken at some point, giving you the false assurance that this relationship would work forever? That he could always treat you as though it were possible to balance both you and his life’s work.

“Then I won’t distract you! Just don’t leave me. Please.” You begged, knees painfully falling to the cold floor, but your cries fell on deaf ears.

He remains resistant to change. Without accommodations. Nothing left to give or take.

“Maybe someday, y/n. But this isn’t working out for me anymore. I have to leave for now.” Ushijima’s response is icy.

He meant for those words to somehow be heartening. Promising, even. That maybe this was just the wrong time and place for a relationship. Where time could ebb and flow and someday he would be able to draw you back into his life.

Yes, there would be a day where you could take priority.

Because he wanted you… but not above his first love. Not above his skills and lifestyle. Not enough.

Volleyball comes first. Plain and simple.

And for that, he wouldn’t compromise.

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White, crisp linens and fresh lemony scents.

Fluffed pillows fitted with new covers and soft patterns. Feather filled duvets. Curtains drawn to keep out the early morning light.

Everything has stayed clean, clear, and Pristine. Even the dust particles, dancing around the room, have always seemed to find their own peace, settling mildly in gentle formations.

You sleepily blink open your eyes, rustling your arms over the bedspread to what should be a happier sight. Soft pillows hugging your sides, the gentle birdsong outside your window, a conceivably delicious cup of coffee to be made in the kitchen.

Yes, you should be filled with contentment. You were safe. Physically you were fine, and nothing was on your checklist for today.

In fact, things had appeared fine for months now...

Yet all you notice is who’s missing.

There’s no longer a delicate divet where his dozing head used to lay. The scent and shape of the pillow had only recently dissipated thanks to your citrusy laundry detergent and the slow passing of time.

You don’t awaken to a recently showered, olive-green eyed boyfriend. You could still picture the water droplets, hanging freshly on the tips of his tufts of hair. How the towel draped around his neck, over his shoulders, catching the drips and drops as they fell.

That warm smile he shared with you before placing a chaste kiss upon your forehead, caressing the side of your face. It was pure. You can almost feel the ghost of his lips. Still lingering. Mocking you.

You were liberated from his presence… but you never wanted to be.

Being absorbed in his chaotic life had kept you busy, but you had never minded it. There was never a doubt in your mind that volleyball would be his first priority. That he would follow his passions. His plans. His abilities.

You just wanted to tag along. To sincerely celebrate his victories and mourn his losses. Supporting him and holding onto him when he needed it. Yes, he got home late at night, left early in the morning, and only connected with you on his very few off days… but you cherished every second of it.

Because you loved him. You poured your soul into watching him flourish and thrive. It made you feel whole.

However, eventually, to Ushijima, you started to rival volleyball, becoming a distraction. He had made space for you in his already complicated life. And at first, it was a welcome change. A breath of fresh air to his methodical and planned out character. You were complex, bringing new perspective and sunshine into his typically boring apartment. Beautiful in a natural, yet eye-catching way. Furthermore, you somehow knew how to keep up with his hectic pace along with his gruff personality.

In every aspect, you were perfect.

Expect one.

You were a diversion from the life he had in mind.

And even though you never pushed him to give you more… he longed to give you more of his attention. More time. To share his success with you. To love you deeper. To give you what you deserved. Because you are a profound being… and it burdened him to have to choose between his two greatest desires.

But, as most things do, these thoughts of love and devotion go unspoken, coming out all wrong. Mangled, unemotional, and misrepresented. Looking back, Ushijima wishes he’d been able to express it to you with empathy. To erase the tears that followed his brutal narrative. But softness isn’t his strong suit… and he needed you to know that, as powerful as he was, he wasn’t strong enough to balance you and volleyball.

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“Ushijima, if you leave…” You take a deep breath, tears slipping down your face, “... you have to promise me you’ll never come back.” You choke out, your request came out in a sobering snarl.

For a moment, you question your own words- but your dignity was on the line.

“You can’t just break up with me and expect me to be there when you get back. I’m not disposable, you know?”

His body goes rigid. He hadn’t meant it that way.

You meant more to him than words could express… so why couldn’t he get it out clearly enough? How could he make you understand the gravity of his choices?

“...Y/n, it doesn’t have to be like that. I just need to concentrate right now.” The alarm, though subtle, shines in his eyes.

His usually composed, confident figure began to show cracks of uncertainty. He didn’t want you out of his life… Not at all.

He just needs you out of his mind for the time being. Just until he had things settled. You could come back at some point and he could love you so well. Just the way it was supposed to be.

But clearly he’d struck a deeper chord. He’d selfishly assumed you would wait for him. You weren’t some prized pony.

You’re a person. Someone with worth, plans, and dreams, just like him. He’d failed to acknowledge just how demeaning the truth of his actions were. But it’s too late.

You haven’t replied and the pain is etched intricately across your face.

“Okay, fine.” He breathes in deeply, letting out one final exhalation of defeat, “I... I’m sorry, y/n.” His brows furrow in deep, conflicted thought, but his mind is made.

He won’t be back.

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Ushijima’s life hasn’t changed much.

It’s the same old routine. The standard, grueling workouts. Typical volleyball practice, group meetings, finances, paychecks, physicals, doctor’s appointments, fan meet-n-greets.

The usual.

But there’s a void settling like glacial frost in his soul. A snowy blue that seemed to melt into his bones, slowing him down.

He didn’t go a week… a day... a minute without thinking of you.

Even now, lying in bed, the room cloaked in a tranquil darkness, you rest on his mind.

It’s not just the emptiness of the bed or the lack of physical touch. It’s the bitter, clawing memories of what he’d done to you and your gentle spirit. His body is frigid and forever frozen in the recurring visions of his foolish explanations, by how heartless and indifferent he’d seemed.

He’ll never get over the venomous tinge to your words.

You’d felt used.

He’d never meant to make you feel that way.

But since he moved out of your apartment, everything has felt glaringly hollow. The icy, barren tundra he crosses every time he realizes he won’t come home to your sunbeam smile and those thoughtfully lit candles, wears on him. How you would lavish him in comforting words, lulling him into a restful sleep.

Ushijima hardly remembers the last time he slept well.

Those dark circles under his eyes follow him everywhere. His whole team can see the exhaustion seeping into his execution of serves and spikes. He’s never struggled with his game performance before, but somehow the crashing reality of you leaving him has broken his patterns and systems.

He’s weary from searching for an answer to his emotions. Your warmth gave him life… and with that gone, what was the point of all of this?

And then it struck him, the realization sinking its needle-sharp claws into his soul, shredding it in seconds.

He’d found something far more valuable than any unique skill. More remarkable than the legacy he’d built as a world-class volleyball player. Someone who wanted to be with him just for the sake of… love.

And for the first time since he was young, he lets a tear slip into his white pillowcase.

Just one.

But it’s for you.

Because in chasing after what made him feel known and alive...

He’d lost the only person who had ever wanted to show him that he was important all along. The only person who was satisfied with his bizarre schedules. Someone who expected nothing more than gentle kisses and weekend dates.

But you were right.

You aren’t dispensable. Nor are you someone to drop for the purpose of picking up later, like loose change on a sidewalk. You deserved to be cherished. Held tightly. Given the love that you offered others.

He wishes he’d listened when you’d pleaded with him to stay. That he’d thought it through and functioned on more than just logic and reasoning. If only he’d known what it really meant to choose you.

Because if you were here now, he’d be the one begging,

“Please don’t go.”

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Good Thing I wasn’t asking (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

Request: Sequel to Touch Starved. Your Parents show up unexpectedly and Kelley might lose her cool. Just a little bit.

Author’s Note: So there will probably be a part 3 in this series after i get through my request list! Let me know what you think and hit me up with questions or concerns.

You were on a high. A massive high after your win over England in the she believes cup, a win that partially came from your very own hat trick. You still had one more game before you were inevitably crowned the She believes champions, but Kelley felt that your hard work had earned you a reward.

She smiled as you cuddled into her side on the elevator. You were dressed in a pair of her #5 uswnt sweatpants and an old Stanford sweatshirt, a beaney placed firmly on your head. Part of your reward was that you got to go to dinner in daddy’s clothing, and Kelley thought you looked absolutely adorable swimming in her clothes.

“You excited for dinner baby girl?” She asked as the elevator door dinged open, winking at you slightly. You nodded enthusiastically, tucking yourself under Kelley’s arm. You were sure that she had picked something you would like, something that probably resembled a cheeseburger or pizza.

Kelley laughed at your excitement, guiding you towards the front door of the hotel, unable to take her eyes off of your blinding smile. She had an amazing night planned out for you, she was going to completely spoil her baby girl (Both in the bedroom and outside the bedroom).

“Ah finally. We’ve been waiting for you for hours,” The deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, the smile slipping off of your face, your good mood disappearing in an instant. Your father heaved himself off of the lobby sofa with an agitated huff. He pulled his suit jacket straight, his nose scrunching slightly at your closeness to your favorite soccer player.

“And do we really need to have another conversation about acceptable clothing Y/n,” Your mother’s shrill question had you swallowing back a cringe. You glanced down at yourself, you loved this outfit. It made you feel safe and comfy and wrapped you up in Kelley’s amazing scent.

Kelley’s eyes snapped up to meet your parents’ gaze, taking in your father’s far too expensive suit and the gaudy pearls that adorned your mother’s neck.

You straightened your back, and schooled your features, but did not untangle yourself from your girlfriend.

“We didn’t know that you would be here. Why are you here?” You asked formally, blinking at them in shock. You were in Chicago for the tournament but didn’t think that it was important enough to warrant a visit. You had prayed and downplayed it enough to get them to stay as far away as you could get them.

Your father’s face hardened as though he had been challenged, a thick line forming just above his brow. “Seeing as you were in town, we decided to introduce you to another worthy suitor,” He intoned, stepping to the side to reveal a boy who looked to be about your age. He was conveniently handsome you supposed, with dark hair and bright eyes, but you would never ever want him. He couldn’t hold a candle to your girl, and you were about a million percent sure that she could pull off his suit way better than he was. You suppressed your eye-roll, why couldn't your parents understand that you were happy with the woman of your dreams? You felt Kelley tense beside you, and you squeezed her waste comfortingly to reassure her. She had no competition here.

“um, we’ve talked about this. I’m already in a happy relationship and I don’t need your assistance,” You said carefully but sternly, tilting your head to the taller woman in your arms. You didn’t want to start a fight, but you refused to let them walk all over your girlfriend. Your mother’s lip twitched in disdain, and your father's face hardened.

“Ah, Kelley will you be joining us for dinner?” Your mother asked, sickly sweet. It was the tone she used when she was annoyed but didn’t want anyone to know. The one she used when someone she deemed to be beneath her was interrupting her plans. You opened your mouth to challenge the implication, but your very beautiful girlfriend spoke for you.

“Actually, we already had plans, but perhaps we could go out to eat another night,” You stated, smiling tightly at your parents. The last thing you wanted to do right now was deal with your parents, and if you could avoid it, you really wanted to.

“Nonsense. We’re free and David is free. Y/n will go change into something presentable and we will be off,” Your father said dismissively with a wave of his hand. Kelley opened her mouth to protest but was again cut off by your soft squeeze of her side.

She finally tore her eyes off of your uninvited parents to glance in your direction. Her eyebrows furrowed when she took in your defeated expression and the way you seemed to sink into yourself, a complete 180 to the exuberant mood you had been in mere moments before. Why did they think they had the right to just barge in and destroy your plans? Who gave them the right?

Your eyes were firmly locked in the ground as you nodded lightly. It was just easier to agree and avoid an argument. Kelley hated how you were always giving in to them to gain their approval.

“I’ll be down in a few,” You mumbled sadly, kissing Kelley’s cheek and untangling yourself from the woman. She held onto your hand for a second longer, squeezing your fingers to reassure you that she wasn’t mad, and trying to get a good read on you. You smiled sadly at her, it seemed that your reward would have to wait.

“No more than 5 minutes young lady,” Your father called after you, as you hurried towards the elevator. You didn’t want to know what he would do if he decided you were wasting his time. It was as though he didn’t even care he had unconvinced you and forced you to change your plans. He watched you go with irritation. What he was irritated with, Kelley didn’t know, but he always seemed to be wearing a frown around you.

“And wear something presentable for David,” Your mother added with a huff, grumbling about your lack of fashion sense under her breath. Kelley rolled her eyes, you looked amazing in whatever you wore, whether it was a floor-length gown or one of her old t-shirts. You were gorgeous inside and out. She just wished they could see that.

*****

“Look, I know this is uncomfortable and I just wanted to apologize. They didn’t tell me that she was in a committed relationship,” The suitor said quietly, sitting down next to Kelley on the hotel lobby couch. Your parents had commandeered the bar area, and she wanted to be as far away from them as she could be.

Hence why she was sitting on this fucking couch, her knee bouncing, staring at the poor boy whose name she didn’t care enough to remember like he had grown three heads.

“Excuse me?” She asked exasperatedly. The boy smiled lightly, his kind eyes meeting hers. He wanted to be here just about as much as she did.

“They never said that the girl they wanted me to meet was in a relationship and I apologize that they are ignorant enough to try and break whatever you to have up,” He said. Kelley nodded at him, returning his smile.

“Thank you, David,” she murmured, and he shook his head as if to say that the thanks weren’t needed. He had seen your smile and the way you leaned naturally into her touch. The way she had kept her arm around you as if she was grounding you. Whatever the two of you had was incredibly special, and he wasn’t about to try and break that up.

“I’ll try and run as much interference as I can. She didn’t exactly look happy to see them,” David laughed, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably, and Kelley felt her lips tick up. He didn’t seem like a bad kid, just a poor soul that got mixed up in your family’s bullshit.

“No, she wasn’t,” Kelley nodded, turning towards the elevator when it let out its telltale ding. Her breath left her, her train of thought screeching to a halt when you stepped out. A loud laugh sounded from beside her, but all her attention was on you. You looked fucking hot in that little black dress. Just so… delicious.

You blushed under Kelley’s hungry gaze, well not really Kelly’s. Daddy’s hungry gaze was probably more accurate.

“Hm, better than that monstrosity you were wearing before, but still not up to par. You really should consider going on that diet I sent you dear,” Your mother appraised you, the tension between you and Kelley evaporating into thin air.

Kelley frowned. You were one of the top athletes in the world, and your abs could rival those of Hope Solos. You had one of the strictest diets of the team, and Kelley was always trying to get you to relax a little.

“Ready to go?” You asked, sending your mother a tight smile. Kelley took that as her cue to grab your hand and link your arms, placing a very sweet kiss on your cheek. You leaned into her, allowing her strong frame to ground you, to support you, because God knew you needed it.

“You look amazing as always my love,” She whispered in your ear, placing a very short kiss on the skin just below it.

“You’ve already made us miss our reservation with your lackadaisical attitude. I will not let more frivolous behavior hinder us again” Your father glared at the two of you, his agitation clear. You cleared your throat, and Kelley straightened.

Complementing you was never a waist. She would take absolutely every opportunity she had to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Spending that extra second to make you feel good was worth missing even the most important reservations in the world.

*****

Kelley was going to die or kill someone before this meal was over. You hated overly fancy restaurants (like why the fuck would you waste 70$ on a plate of subpar food?), yet here you were munching on a much too expensive salad (Kelley knew how much you despised uncooked green vegetables and lettuce) while your father basically took a cheese grater to you accomplishments, ambitions and love life. So yes Kelley was not pretty sure that she wasn’t going to make it through this dinner.

“I don’t know when you’re going to come to your senses and realize that your soccer ambitions don’t provide adequate financial support,” Your father said seriously, pointing his steak covered fork in your direction.

“Yes, and David has a very secure position in our firm. He could more than easily provide you with a satisfactory lifestyle,” Your mother added, smiling at the boy who was looking increasingly uncomfortable at your parents' attempts to set you up with him. Kelley released a low huff, opening her mouth as if to respond. You placed your hand on Kelley’s knee, and her mouth clicked closed.

“I can assure you that our income is more than sufficient to accommodate our lifestyle,” You said, taking a bite of your very sucky salad. Between your world cup winnings and the numerous sponsorships you had acquired, you weren’t doing half bad for yourselves. You sure as hell didn’t need David’s income.

Your father stiffened, glancing up from his meal to glare in your direction.

“I think you had a slip of the tongue,” He growled, unhappy that you were embarrassing him in front of one of his employees. You sent him a confused glance, tilting your head to the side unsure of what he was talking about.

“You indicated a shared lifestyle and income base dear,” Your mother smiled fakely at you, laughing at what you assumed was your empty-headedness.

“I know. It wasn’t a mistake. Kelley and I are in love. We live together. We share a life together,” You ground out, setting your fork down, and leaning forward. You didn’t understand why they didn’t get that you were very serious about Kelley.

“Love is for children,” Your father spat, taking a far too large bite of his disgustingly expensive steak. “And when this honeymoon phase runs out, you will be very sorry that you have spent so much time wallowing with this… woman. Sharing her bed like a common whore,” Your father finished. Your grip on Kelley’s leg tightened in an attempt to hold back the very obvious and angry thoughts trickling through your head. How could they be so close-minded? How could they not see that you were finally happy and respect that?

The silence at the table was defining and heavy, while you and Kelley sat in stunned silence. Your parents continued their meal, completely oblivious to the weight that settled on your half of the table.

“Um, I think I’m going to go to the bathroom for a moment,” You mumbled, folding your napkin in a hurry and moving to stand from the table. You needed a second to compose yourself. A second to sort through your emotions so you could continue this dinner with a level head. So you could smother the overwhelming urge to punch your father in the face.

“I’ll go with you,” Kelley said, also moving to stand, but you shook your head. You knew that Kelley- Daddy could make everything better. She would wrap you up in her arms, and you would be safe to break down, to give into the sea of emotions crashing over you. You didn’t want to do that. You needed to maintain control.

“No, I just-... I’ll be back in a minute,” You stuttered, rushing off to the bathroom before the tears could fall. Kelley worriedly watched you go, a frown settling on her face. You rarely ever pushed her away like this. She turned back towards your parents, her lips a thin line. If you wouldn’t stick up for yourself, then she was going to do it for you, her protective instincts coming out in full force, and the very heavy ring settled in her pocket spurring her forward.

“It’s sad, you know?” She hummed, taking a bite, and drawing your parents’ attention for the first time of the evening. Your father quirked an eyebrow at her as if daring her to continue. The last time they had met ended badly, and she was sure that this was headed in that direction.

“That you are so blinded by your pride and arrogance that you can’t see Y/n’s accomplishments and the amazing life she had created for herself. Without your help,” Kelley said seriously, maintaining eye contact with your father. He sighed, finally setting down his fork and leaned back in his chair, schooling his features as if he was in a negotiation with a lawyer he didn’t like.

“I suppose you’re talking about her agreement to enter into a fling type relationship with you?” Your mother scoffed, all pretenses of kindness evaporating.

“No. Not at all,” Kelley shook her head, ignoring the accusation that she was only using you for sex. Your father’s eyebrow ticked up in interest, and she took that as her cue to continue. “Y/n is one of the best soccer players in the world. She was the Fifa player of the year, holds the record for most goals in both a season and a single game, as well as a world cup champion. She scored the winning goal against the Netherlands,” Kelley listed off, resisting the urge to yell at the people across from her like she wanted to. Your parents didn’t respond like normal humans. The only way to get through to them was to present it like a business deal.

“Her career will be short-lived, much like your relationship. What happens when she gets injured, or a newer younger player comes in and shows the world what a subpar athlete she really is?” Your father questioned, unwilling to relinquish his stance that you needed a real job. Kelley sighed. She wasn’t one to follow traditions, but maybe telling your parents about her plans would get them off your back about marrying a man.

“First, Y/n works her ass off to be the best, and that makes the difference. Secondly, I would stand by her no matter what her ability to play was, and thirdly, I don’t know what else we have to do to show you that our relationship is far from short term,” She ground out, beginning to lose her patience with the people across from her. David seemed to have shrunk as far as he could in his seat, wishing he was anywhere else.

“This is just a stubborn phase for Y/n. You are just a phase,” Your mother snorted, a vindictive smile playing on her lips. Frankly, your girlfriend was tired of them minimizing your 4-year relationship, and she was about to blow their minds. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the velvet box that was the key to your futures.

“This isn’t a phase, trust me. I’m going to make your daughter my wife,” Kelley said loudly, placing the box on the table. Your parents froze, their eyes glued to the small object. They had ruined her proposal plans, so she had a very hard time feeling sorry for ruining their dinner.

Your mother slowly reached out and opened the box, a gasp leaving her lips when she saw the mesmerizing ring Kelley had chosen for you. Kelley grabbed the box and returned it to her pocket so you didn’t see it until she intended for you too.

“I do not give you my consent or my blessing to marry my daughter,” Your father said, his voice shaking in what Kelley assumed was anger. She smirked at the man, standing from her seat.

“Good thing I wasn’t asking,” She spat as she stalked off towards the bathroom to collect you. She wasn’t going to let you sit through another moment of this abysmal night. Hopefully, she could salvage the rest of it. She had a very good girl to reward if she remembered correctly.

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swan-of-sunrise · 3 years

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Spellbinding (Chapter Fourteen)

Summary: While dealing with a surprising new development in their relationship, Loki and (Y/N) are stuck in the middle of an explosive feud between Steve and Tony.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I’d call this a filler chapter but I absolutely love writing about the Avengers as a whole! I also thought we needed a little break from the plot for some team bonding before things get too crazy lol I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Fourteen November 22nd, 2015 Avengers Tower, New York City (Previous Chapter)

“You read this book when you were how old?”

(Y/N) smiled mischievously and turned her attention back to reorganizing her closet. “I was seven. I checked it out from the library without telling my Aunt Evelyn and read it late at night; I couldn’t sleep without my nightlight on for months afterwards but I’m glad I read it, since it’s a literary classic and everything.”

Loki let out a half-laugh and turned the page of his book. “Well, if we’re ever blessed with children, I think we should wait until they’re at least twelve to introduce them to Dracula. Perhaps even fourteen.”

“Children?”

In an instant, Loki froze and it dawned on him what he’d accidentally said. (Y/N) was also frozen, her arm still extended to grab a hangar from inside the closet. “I-I…I just meant…I’d like to…” Loki cleared his unusually tight throat. “I, ah, wouldn’t mind having…you know, children. Someday. With…with you.” Dammit, I’ve made a mess of things again, Loki inwardly groaned.

They’d only been together for a little over four months and it was much, much too early in their relationship to bring about the subject of children. But after he acknowledged his love for (Y/N), it was challenging for Loki to envision a future without her in it and lately, the idea of a more permanent future with the woman he loved was all he could think about. He knew that his girlfriend liked children; back when she still worked at the New York Public Library, he’d fondly watch her helping them with their homework or reading to them and since officially becoming the Cosmic Sorceress, she’d visited the children’s ward at the nearby hospital once a week to cheer up the young patients. And despite what others might believe, Loki also liked children and the thought of being a father one day – while admittedly a little nerve-wracking – was not an unwelcome one.

Just as (Y/N), with her (Y/E/C) eyes widened in shock, opened her mouth to reply, there came the sounds of voices shouting angrily from the common room down the hall. In an instant, Loki and (Y/N) summoned their magic into the palms of their hands before sprinting out of her suite and down the hallway.

Steve and Tony stood on either sides of the common room and were fully engaged in a blazing argument by the time Loki and (Y/N) arrived. Skidding to a stop beside (Y/N), Loki’s first thought was that he’d never seen either man as angry as they were now, even during the Battle of New York.

“Because you flat-out refused to listen when I said to wait, three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are at the hospital in critical condition!” Tony yelled.

Steve stepped closer and shouted back, “And if I hadn’t acted when I did, an entire apartment complex would’ve been demolished anyway and dozens of people would be dead! Those agents would be fine right now if you hadn’t hesitated to use your scanners!”

“You mean, if I hadn’t stopped to think the situation through?!”

“You’re acting like a civilian, Stark, not a soldier! Our job is to make the tough decisions as quickly as we can for the benefit of the whole, we don’t have the luxury of holding committees for every choice we make!”

“Bullshit, it’s better to weigh options instead of barreling in without a plan; that’s what you’re best at, though, isn’t it? If you hadn’t made the dumb-ass decision to crash that plane in ‘45, you and Carter-”

Before Tony could finish his sentence, Steve landed a punch on his jaw that sent him staggering backwards. Tony quickly surged forward to retaliate, but Loki used his magic to halt his movement while (Y/N) used hers to stop Steve. “Enough!” They dissolved their magic and with matching looks of contempt, both Steve and Tony turned and stormed away, leaving Loki and (Y/N) to gape at each other in shock.

“Yeah, that was a continuation of what happened on the Quinjet.” They turned and watched Bruce step out of the elevator with a weary expression on his face. “I’ll explain everything to you both, but can we do it in private? The rest of the team’s at each other’s throats and I don’t want all the fighting to accidentally trigger the Big Guy…”

After leading the scientist into (Y/N)’s suite and subtly lighting one of her calming lavender-scented candles, Loki sat beside his girlfriend on the sofa and listened as Bruce talked. “This arms dealer was holding an entire apartment building in Luxembourg hostage, said he’d blow the place up if his demands for more guns weren’t met. Fury sent Steve, Tony, Bucky and Clint this morning; the plan was to surround the building and find a way in before going after the guy, but he decided he didn’t want to wait any longer and turned an automatic timer on for the explosives. Cap sent the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in to clear the building and Tony said to wait for the agents to give word before ordering Bucky to take the shot, but Steve didn’t listen. Bucky took the shot, got the guy, but the explosives still went off.” Loki and (Y/N) exchanged looks of confusion, and Bruce continued. “There was a pressure timer hidden in his hand, they call it a dead man’s switch; Tony scanned and saw it at the last second, but Steve was already giving the order to Bucky.” Bruce started pacing as he ran a hand through his hair. “It’s like a civil war; Clint and Nat are taking Tony’s side, they think Steve could’ve waited a little longer, and Sam and Bucky are on Cap’s side.” He snorted in derision. “Thanksgiving dinner should be a blast this year.”

(Y/N) nodded, a saddened expression on her face, but Loki furrowed his brow. “Thanksgiving? You host a dinner of thanks on Midgard?”

“I’ll explain it to you later.” She flashed him a brief smile before returning her concerned gaze to Bruce. “Is there anything we can do?”

“You both should probably just stay out of it; they might come around faster if they see that you’re neutral in all this.” The scientist walked to the door. “I’d better go down and talk to Fury, so I’ll see you guys later.”

Once Bruce closed the door behind him, (Y/N) threw herself back against the cushions of the couch and sighed. “How could something like this have even happened? We’ve been such a strong team these past few months and now…”

“They’re both strong-willed men and stubborn in their own right, you know that. Each holds steadfast to their beliefs no matter the consequences; this is a trait of theirs I’ve both admired and admonished in all the time I’ve known them.” Loki admitted. “But Banner is correct, any attempt of ours to help may only worsen the situation for everyone.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Taking in (Y/N)’s troubled frown, Loki decided to try distracting her from their fighting teammates, laying down and resting his head in her lap so that he was staring up at her. “So, a feast of thanks sounds…quaint.”

As he’d hoped, she relaxed as she gave him a look of amusement and began running her fingers through his hair. “It’s more than that, silly. In America, it’s a day where we give thanks for our lives and the people in them. We sit around a table for dinner and let our loved ones know just what they mean to us, that we cherish and appreciate them, no matter any differences…we might…we might have…” (Y/N) trailed off, pausing a moment before gasping in excitement. “Loki, I think I may have either a brilliant plan or an insane one!”

“I know just what you have in mind, darling. Let’s go!” They both hurried to the living room closet and tugged on their coats and scarves; they had a long, long day of shopping ahead of them.

Although he’d acclimated fairly well to Midgard in the months since his arrival, one of the things Loki still utterly despised about the realm were its ‘grocery stores.’ They were crowded, lit by horrendous fluorescent lights and stocked to the brim with inedible, overpriced food; whenever he’d been asked to accompany one of his fellow Avengers on their shopping trips, he would come up with every excuse under the sun to decline their invitation. But he decided to put aside his displeasure for the benefit of his girlfriend and teammates, resigning himself to pushing the rickety metal shopping cart up and down the aisles as (Y/N) read off her hastily-written list.

Their shopping trip had gone far better than he’d imagined and in no time, they were carrying their bags into the lobby of the Avengers Tower.

“You know, we’re going to need an extra pair of hands to help us with the cooking on Thursday.” (Y/N) pointed out as they stepped into their team’s private elevator. “I’m not very good in the kitchen, as you already know, but I’ve always been able to bake pretty decent pies.”

Loki nodded. “All right, so who did you have in mind to help?”

At that moment, the elevator stopped and the doors opened to reveal the smiling face of his golden-haired brother. “Ah, there you are! The J.A.R.V.I.S. just informed me you had returned from your outing, was it productive?”

“…You could call it that.”

The tone of his girlfriend’s voice prompted Loki to glance over at her; she was looking from Thor to him, her eyebrows raised and a triumphant smile spreading across her face. Finally understanding her words, Loki’s smile morphed into a look of absolute horror. “Oh no, no, no, not him…!”

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“Wait, you guys cooked all this? Without burning the kitchen down?”

Loki couldn’t help but give Bruce a pained look. “Believe me when I say that it was not for lack of trying, Doctor Banner.”

Since they wanted dinner to be a surprise, they’d prepared each dish in one of the kitchens used by the new S.H.I.E.L.D. organization; unfortunately, in their attempt to be secretive they were forced into cramped quarters with rather primitive kitchen appliances at their disposal. And to add to Loki’s growing list of responsibilities, he was forced to babysit the love of his life and his brother in order to prevent the dishes from being ruined by their absolute lack of culinary skills. More than once, he had to use his magic to protect the food he’d cooked from (Y/N)’s over-zealousness with the spices and at one point, he was forced to quickly talk Thor out of using his lightning to rapidly cook the turkey. Hopefully it’ll all have been worth it, Loki tiredly thought to himself.

As if in-tuned with Loki’s inner monologue, Bruce nervously adjusted the sleeves of his coat and replied, “Well, I hope this works and doesn’t just end up making everything worse.”

“You and I both, Doctor.” His eyes were drawn to the elevator as its doors opened, revealing (Y/N) and a cart filled with the feast they’d cooked, and he hurried over to meet her. “Everything’s going to plan so far, they think that it’s only the seven of us for dinner.”

With the help of Bruce, they went about setting the enormous table. “I just sent Thor to fetch Team Cap, so they should be here any minute.” Once they finished, (Y/N) removed her apron and smoothed out her skirt, her anxious expression softening a fraction as she turned to the two men. “Now we see if our brilliantly-insane plan will work.”

Loki had just enough time to lean down and press a reassuring kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead before the elevator doors once again slid open.

“Mmm, smells good in here!” Tony grinned, walking up to (Y/N) and handing her a bottle of wine. “I had Pepper ship one of my best labels over from Malibu for the occasion.”

Natasha did little to hide her amusement at his words. “You just couldn’t resist, could you? And you,” She turned to shoot Clint a glare. “If you don’t stop fidgeting, Barton, we’re going to have a problem.”

“I can’t help it, this stupid suit’s uncomfortable!” Clint grumbled; once Natasha returned her attention to the others, the archer rolled his eyes and whispered to Loki, “Damn straight jacket. (Y/N) forced you into one too, huh?”

“Yes, I-” The sight of Steve, Sam and Bucky entering the room behind Thor caused Loki’s words to die in his throat and as the others caught sight of them, he surreptitiously summoned his magic into his hands in case a fight broke out. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted Thor and Bruce exchanging weary looks.

Steve’s face was a mask as he stepped forward. “Stark.”

“Asshat.”

All Hel broke loose; Steve and Tony lunged towards one another, their struggling forms barely held back by Bucky and Clint. A cacophony of shouting quickly filled the room as both sides began arguing with each other, but just as Loki raised his arms to use his magic, (Y/N) calmly stepped forward and walked in between the warring groups. The shouting and struggling instantly stopped as they gawked at (Y/N), but she merely smiled warmly at them as she spoke. “Thank you all for coming to our Thanksgiving dinner, Loki and I are glad you were able to make it. Bruce mentioned that you usually don’t celebrate together, but this is my first Thanksgiving with you all and I wanted to mark the occasion with my new family…all of it.” Her words seemed to have their desired intent, as both Steve and Tony relaxed their stances and the others backed away from them. “Now, we should start eating before everything gets cold!”

Needless to say, dinner was a tense affair. Where there was usually the sounds of deafening chatter and laughter, there was quiet murmuring and stoic looks. Loki watched (Y/N) with equal amounts of admiration and sympathy as she tried her hardest to engage their teammates in conversation with one another and with each failed attempt, he could see a little more of her heart breaking. After learning the difficult truth about her parents and having lived so long without a family, (Y/N) deserved to have a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with her friends. They all did, really. This has gone on long enough, Loki thought to himself as (Y/N) silently stared down at her plate; after a slight moment of hesitation, Loki got to his feet.

“I’ve done a fair amount of reading about this country’s Day of Thanks, and the custom of expressing what one is thankful for whilst surrounded by their loved ones piqued my interest. So, let’s begin.” Loki swallowed thickly, looking around the table at his teammates’ confused faces before settling on (Y/N)’s. “I’m thankful for you, darling. You came into my life at a time when I believed I could never be deserving of love and you showed me not only was I deserving, but that loving you would make me a better man. You’re the love of my life, and believe me when I say that all our lives have been blessed since meeting you.” Loki and (Y/N) shared a smile and as he turned back to address the others, he felt her take hold of his hand and squeeze. “And I know you may find this difficult to believe, but I am also thankful for all of you. When I first joined the Avengers, I was bitter and filled with resentment at the prospect of serving out my sentence on a planet I despised with people I despised even more. But after a short while, once we’d come to understand one another, you accepted me as your teammate and friend. Well, some of you more than others.” His eyes flicked to Tony, who hid his small smile behind his hand, and to Clint, who gave him a small shrug. “I value our kinship above all else and on this Day of Thanks, I implore you all to remember our bonds with one another. Severing those bonds on account of a petty disagreement is something you all will come to regret in the future; take it from me, I have firsthand experience in that particular department.” He and Thor shared a knowing look as he took a seat; although he wasn’t comfortable expressing his emotions so openly, the look of pride in his brother’s eyes had made it worth it.

The table was quiet for several moments, until Steve cleared his throat. “Well, I’m, ah…I’m thankful that after coming out of the ice to an unrecognizable world I was able to find such great friends and teammates in you all.” His azure eyes flicked hesitantly over to Tony. “We may not get along all the time or agree on everything, but that doesn’t mean we should allow ourselves to become divided.”

Tony’s face remained unchanged throughout Steve’s speech and when he got to his feet, Loki could practically hear the others’ sharp intakes of breath. The billionaire held Steve’s gaze for a heartbeat before offering him his hand over the table with his trademark smirk on his face. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, ‘Roid Rage.” The two men shook hands and the room almost instantly relaxed; Loki exchanged looks of triumph with his co-conspirators as dinner continued, satisfied that their plan had been successfully implemented.

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“Dinner was delicious, by the way.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, darling, though I’m not sure what the others thought of it.”

“Well, they were a little too distracted to hand out compliments on food, wouldn’t you say?”

The pair had decided to spend the night catching up on their reading but instead of utilizing the library, they had made themselves comfortable in Loki’s bed with their books and plenty of blankets. Loki sat up against the headboard, his legs stretched out across the mattress and his ankles crossed, and (Y/N) was leaning against his side, her head resting comfortable in the crook of his neck and her free arm holding Loki’s around her waist. They sat in comfortable silence as they read their own books, occasionally permeating the tranquil atmosphere with light conversation.

“Um, Loki?”

“Hmm?” Loki could feel (Y/N) shifting beside him, so he tore his eyes away from his book and watched as she marked her page and set her book down on the bedside table. Setting his own book aside, Loki adjusted himself so he could see her face better. “What is it?”

(Y/N) bit her lip and played with the sleeve of her sweatshirt before answering. “We’ve been so busy planning Thanksgiving dinner and trying to get the team back together that we haven’t had a chance to talk about what you said the other day.” Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion, and the corner of (Y/N)’s mouth twitched. “About wanting to, um, have children. With me.”

“Oh.” Loki felt himself pale; he’d completely forgotten about his slip-up and being reminded of it caused panic to flare in his chest. “I-It was stupid, (Y/N), I just…we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, I only meant-”

His explanation was abruptly cut off by (Y/N), who had covered his mouth with her hand and was shaking with suppressed laughter. “I always love those rare moments when you’re the one to get flustered; a little line always forms in between your eyebrows.” She leaned forward and pressed a brief kiss on the spot before moving her hand from his mouth to cup his cheek. “I was surprised by what you said the other day because I didn’t realize that you’ve imagined the same future that I have.” (Y/N) shyly looked down but she reached for his free hand and intertwined their fingers together. “I may not have much experience with relationships, Loki, but I love you with all my heart and if there’s anyone I want to share that wonderful future with someday…well, it’s you.”

A grin slowly formed on Loki’s face; removing one of his hands from hers, he gently took hold of her chin and coaxed her to look at him. “Really?”

She nodded, her (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with happiness. “Really.”

Surging forward, Loki held her face in his hands and smashed his lips against hers. (Y/N) made a sound of surprise before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing back with equal vigor; Loki eventually found himself lying flat on his back while (Y/N) straddled his waist, one hand clutching her hip while the other traveled up and down her spine as they kissed. (Y/N) pulled her lips away from his and just as his throat made a noise of protest, she began kissing along his jawline and down his neck; needless to say, his annoyance quickly morphed to groans of satisfaction. Only when her soft lips brushed against a particularly sensitive patch of skin near his collarbone did Loki lose all restraint; he flipped them over so that (Y/N) was pressed against the mattress and after grabbing her hands and threading their fingers together, he held them over her head and hungrily attacked her eager lips with his own until an unfortunate lack of air forced them to break apart.

“I said I’d like children with you someday, Loki, not today!” (Y/N) exclaimed breathlessly, a dazed sort of smile illuminating her face as she looked up at him.

Loki let out a laugh before kissing her forehead and rolling off to lay on his back beside her; try as he might, he couldn’t keep the broad grin off his face. “Apologies, my love, but you’re entirely irresistible. If I’d known there were kisses like that in store for me, I’d have told you all that ages ago…”

Later that evening, (Y/N) was fast asleep against his chest and the sounds of her quiet snores filled the room as he stretched out on the bed in contentment. I suppose there’s only one thing left to do, Loki thought tiredly, pulling (Y/N) closer and glancing over at the bedside table that hid the engagement ring before sleep finally claimed him.

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A/N: Wow, that was a lot of fluff! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter Fifteen

Spellbinding Masterlist

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lokiandbuckyaremine · 4 years

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Sleepovers and Braiding Hair

Prompt: “Hi I saw your prompt list :) could you do 5 with Loki where Loki feels sad that he still doesn’t fit in too well with the team and the reader is just trying to hard to get his attention and asks him to join her to a sleepover in her room where they paint each other’s nails and watch movies and stuff and he’s all like “do you really want to spend time with me???” All soft and she’s like duh your awesome and my new bestie/secret crush” ~ Anon

5. If It is worth spending time with you, I will gladly do it.

Warnings: Fluffy LOKI!!!!!!!!! Kissing and maximum cutie

(PROMPT LIST) ~ Requests are OPEN!

It was his mysterious ways. It was the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. It was the way he always knew the right thing to say. You could name 100 things things you loved about Loki, but there was something that still held you back from coming up front and telling him. Maybe it was the fact that he was oblivious to EVERY hint you dropped him. Ever since the attack in New York, Loki felt that everyone in the Avengers hated him even though they started to warm up to the little trickster. There had to be some way you could break through to him....

Thoughts kept stirring in your head as you checked your watch, noticing it was almost time for dinner. It was Cap’s night to cook, and you couldn’t wait because he was making homemade pizza, a tradition from where he grew up. Walking down the hallway, you passed Loki’s room and saw the door was open. His room is NEVER open. You peaked inside and saw no one was in there, so being the nosy person you are you started to look around. His room was oddly simple: a bed, a couple of bookshelves with spell books and whatnot, some Asgardian decor, but then there was this one item that caught your attention....a frame. It contained a picture set from a photo booth you dragged him into last summer. You remember that day like it was yesterday. You and Loki became very good friends, and were finally able to spend the day together. You had showed him around the local places and brought him to an amusement park where you had fallen hard for the god. It was when Loki asked to go on the ferris wheel at night when you knew he was the one for you. Thoughts of that amazing day were interrupted when you heard a squeaking sound, almost like a faucet turning off. You gulped and remembered him and Thor shared a bathroom that was connected between the two rooms.

Trying to find a place to hide, you tripped over the accent rug that was in the middle of Loki’s floor and landed with an ‘oof’. You heard snickering and peered to see a dangerously shirtless Loki hovering above you. “If you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve just asked, love.” He extended his hand to help you up and you stuck your tongue out at him. “Very funny. Was just coming in here to tell you dinner is almost ready.” He nodded and noticed you were still staring at his chiseled chest. Clearing his throat, Loki walked over to his dresser to throw on a tank. Why did he have to be your “friend”? He was so damn sexy.

Not even thinking, you regretted the question that was about to come out of your mouth. “Hey, you wanna have a sleepover?” Loki froze and peered over his shoulder, clueless. “I beg your pardon.” He walked slowly over towards you and crossed his arms. “WELL, I was thinking that I could treat you to a sleepover and kinda make it like a hangout. We haven’t done that in a while. Just us two.” It’s true. You and Loki haven’t been hanging out for a long time and you wondered why he switched his attention to elsewhere. He raised an eyebrow still wondering why you’re asking. Loki knew that you have always been the one person to include him with everything: training, hanging out, movie nights, anything that you loved to do. Though he felt unsure where it would lead or how the team would react, he knew you were asking from your heart. And after all he missed the times you shared together. He shrugged and threw an arm around you. “If it is worth spending time with you, I will gladly do it.” You squealed and squeezed him. “Yay! Ok, so after dinner I’ll set up everything and wait for you.”

You were so different than he was...selfless, caring, loving, yet knew how to handle your own business and that’s what he loved about you. He was scared but just waiting for the right moment to admit it...

When dinner was over and you were stuffed, you rushed upstairs to prepare your room for the ultimate sleepover. Not knowing how he’d react, you didn’t overload it with cheesy sleepover activities. It was going to be a big step for your friendship, and you felt that Loki would figure out your feelings. BUT this was your plan: movies, popcorn, maybe some cuddling, but more importantly you were going to tell him how you felt. Fluffing up another pillow, you smiled at your clean and lightly dimmed room with Loki’s favorite candle burning in scattered areas. A soft knock on your door made your heart flutter and you leaped over to it. Opening it, you came face to face with a rather comfortable looking Loki. He wore an impossibly tight black henley with baggy black sweatpants and his hair in a low bun. “I hear there is a sleepover, mind if I crash it?” He smirked down at you and you could feel the slow heat rising to your cheeks.

Motioning him in, you gazed over to him, seeing he was getting wrapped in his surroundings. A smile painted his face as he inhaled the familiar scent of Mahogany. “Ah, Mahogany. You know me so well, love.” Giggling you went to grab his hand and he was a bit hesitant. A worried look came to your face and he could tell he was making you uneasy. “Sorry, it’s just I’ve never done something like this. Especially with you.” You stuck your hip out and shot him a very unamused look. “Loki, we’ve known each other for a very long time. Trust me.” Those words. No one has ever gave him the capability of holding them. But you were his safe haven.

Instead of you trying to grab his hand again, he walked over and touched your cheek with his palm. It was so soft and you nearly melted with his touch. Peering up to his blue eyes, you noticed that he was giving you permission to do whatever you had wanted to. Smirking devilishly you pulled him over to the bed and asked him to sit on the floor. “Can’t I just stay on the bed with you, darling?” He waited for an answer as you popped in “13 Going On 30″ and kept smiling. “Shhh, the movie’s about to start.” He sighed dramatically and shook his head. “You really are something, my love. You’re so lucky I love you.”

Your head snapped to him and you squinted your eyes, as if you were making sure you heard him right. “What did you just say?” Eyes wide, Loki cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Shhh, movie’s starting.” His attention focused on the TV as you climbed on the bed behind him and began to undo his bun. Surprisingly he wasn’t phased by this and remained watching. Running your fingers through his long black locks, you could see that he was leaning into your touch with every stride you made. Grabbing two pieces of hair, you began to French Braid. Loki just hummed and even though you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smiling. “Love, your hands are like heaven. Please don’t stop.” You giggled in response, and leaned forward to press a kiss on the side of his cheek.

He jumped in response and got up quickly, causing you to slid back on the bed. The both of you stared at one another, unsure of how he just took your bold action. Feeling really awkward, you got up and walk towards the door. “I’m sorry, Loki. I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe you should leave.” He remained to stare at you, unable to put together that you felt the same way he wanted to be with you. A small tear was beginning to form on your eyelid as you thought you had just ruined your friendship and possible relationship with him. But Loki instead walked over to you quickly and crashed his lips on yours. The kiss got more and more heated as he pressed you against the wall behind you and pressed his body to yours; kissing you like his life depended on it. You’ve dreamed of this moment for a very long time. Smiling through the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and braced for what was about to come. Your hands slid into his thick black hair and he moaned at the slight tugs you gave. He held you tightly against him as his mouth moved perfectly against yours; driving you crazy. His tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss.

After what felt like forever, you both pulled apart and stared into the other’s eyes. His devilish smirk filled his face. “I have been wanting to do that for a very long time, my darling.” You giggled and pulled apart slightly. “Really? Cause I feel like whenever I tried to drop hints to you, it never worked.” He laughed and ran his fingers through his now messy hair. “Well duh, you’ve been a long time crush of mine and I wasn’t sure how you felt about being that way with me.” Bringing him over to the bed, you both sat down as you grabbed his hand. “Loki, I planned this night just so I could finally tell you how I feel. How i want to be with you everyday and have you make love to me. How I love the way you’re so mysterious yet light-hearted when you’re with me. This was my night, but you kinda picked it up beforehand.” If there was anything that could be perfect, it was his smile at you in that moment. The crinkles appeared on the sides of his eyes and his teeth were glistening in the dim light.

“You really want to spend your time with me?” He grazed your jaw with his thumb and you hummed back. Bringing you closer to him, you sank into his chest and breathed his warm scent. “Well, then I’m all yours, darlin. You made me a new man and I’m forever grateful for that. You want to have sleepovers for the rest of our lives?” Giggling into his chest, you brought yourself up to place a small kiss on his soft lips. “If it means sleeping next to the love of my life, then yes.” Sealing the moment with yet more kisses, you stood up with him. “What do you say we get rid of these clothes, my love, and I’ll show you how I want my sleepovers to go?” Loki’s eyes were dark and you could tell he wanted you right then and there. Nodding quickly, you both shed what was left of your clothes and gathered in bed for what would be the most romantic night of your life.

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A/N: SORRY this one was a lil long. But I really hope the anon liked this. Who doesn’t love sexy and soft Loki? PLEASE LIKE, COMMENT, AND REBLOG!

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caffeinetheory · 4 years

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Heartfelt [Maribat Monday]

So the original idea wasn’t quite working so have this instead. I might go back to it but have some Raven/Mari instead @maribat-mondays

I wrote way more than I meant to but interspersion hit at like 11:30 last night when I was trying to sleep and I just finished

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Raven was wary when Robin brought a new hero into their ranks. She is, or was it wasn’t quite clear, the last Ladybug from Paris. She now goes by Marigold, but Mari was fine. She was nice, maybe to nice. Terra made Raven even more hesitant than before, but the rest seemed to trust her.

Mari was a good fighter, but she was an even better in the kitchen. Almost every morning she was up before even Robin and making something that smelled divine. It took less than a week for the new girl to learn everyone’s favorite and what their usual diet was. She spent extra time to make sure it was perfect for everyone. After awhile Raven and the team got used to breakfast ready for them. Waffles and herbal tea for Raven herself, how Mari always found the perfect blend for how she was feeling that day she wasn’t sure.

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After about a month with Mari now in the tower, the girl was still really reserved but more than happy to have a conversation. Gifts had also started to appear where everyone would find them. It was always something they had mentioned in passing. Robin had gotten a new lock pick set to replace his old one he said was reaching its end, Starfire had somehow gotten some plants from her home, Best Boy and Cyborg had each gotten hew music players and Raven had found a the latest book by one of the authors she followed. No one was quite sure where they came from but they kept coming and they never had strings attached.

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A week after Raven had gotten her book, she had just finished it, she went to the kitchen to get some water before she fell asleep. The light was already on and there was a faint humming, Raven’s guard was now up as she silently made her way into the room. It was Mari of all people up at nearly 2 in the morning. What in the world was she doing. The soft scent of green tea made its way to Raven’s nose, the girl seemed at ease, like she wasn’t holding back and just absorbing information. Raven just left not wanting to disturb the girl.

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Two weeks after the kitchen incident there was a break in at the tower, the first to respond was surprisingly Mari. the others not far behind, Raven watched from the shadows with Robin. Maybe this was a test or something.

“Chaton I swear to Tikki! You can’t just do that,” Mari had a blonde boy in a leather looking catsuit in front of her looking sheepish. “But Mari Bug-” he didn’t even get to finish what he was saying when Mari with no effort dragged him cursing him out in rapid fire french. There was some joy in her tone, everyone else was just left looking at the door in shock. No one but Robin had seen her so assertive and in command of a situation before.

Twenty minutes later laughter was heard and the duo had come back in. “I’m so sorry for this alley cat,” the boy next to her made sound of disagreement, “Someone wanted to see me early.” Mari went about her normal routine while everyone just stared. “You might as well help me kitty, after all because of you I’m behind,” she nudged ‘her kitty’ and the two set to work making breakfast like she always did.

Everyone eventually got back to their senses, this must have been her former partner. The kid joked easily and got along with Beast Boy pretty well. Mari set her plate next to Raven that morning, she didn’t say much to her but if felt different. The two watched ‘the dorks’ with smiles on their faces before Mari told Robin she’d be gone the rest of the day. She made sure to mention she’d be back for breakfast and “her idiot here won’t cause a problem like that again.”

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The next morning Raven was the first awake out of the original 5. Waffles and fresh tea was waiting for her, but no sign that anyone was in the room. The note under the plate just told her to enjoy, she couldn’t help the small smile on her lips.

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Mari eventually reappeared later in the day with a ton of bags. Looks like he brought her shopping. “...You need help there?” Robin was the one to ask but Starfire was already by her side read to catch any fallen items. “I’m good thank you though,” no one could see her face but could hear the happiness in her voice. It took 3 more trips for her to bring everything in, she did the food shopping too. How she was able to carry so much they weren’t sure but sometimes you just don’t question it.

~~~

Raven had left the tower one day to pick up some new books, when she came back there was a box of fresh macaroons, all different shades in the darker cool colors. The box itself was a see through black tied with a bow in the same color of her cloak. A small note in pretty cursive just listed flavors, all herbal teas she enjoyed.

Breakfast the next morning was all about the different cookies everyone had gotten. It seemed like she got the most. For some reason that gave a smug feeling to Raven but the knowing smile that played on Mari made her heart beat a little faster. Maybe the two should spend some more real time together, some company would be nice.

~~~

It became normal to get some of the sweet treats in her room at least once a week. They always were there when it seemed she needed a pick me up.

~~~

Mari and Raven had started a routine of meditation and reading in the early morning than in the afternoon. Raven had started to help with breakfast despite Mari’s insistence, the shorter girls humming was reward enough.

~~~

Raven wasn’t sure when she had gotten so used to the other girl's presence. That was until one afternoon and Mari wasn’t with for their normal reading time. Raven couldn’t figure out why it bothered her, nonetheless she went looking for her reading partner.

Yelling could be heard from the living room, then a crash and a giggle Rave knew anywhere, when did that happen? Mari had just beaten Cyborg and Beast Boy in a fighting game, for what looked like the 100th time. Impressive. She didn’t even look like she had to try, “Don’t feel so bad guys,” the humor in her tone was adorable.

Raven walked fully into the room now, “Oh, hey Rae,” Mari seemed to light up upon seeing her. Her face seemed to hold recognition and she looked at the clock, “OH no I’m so sorry, I lost track of time-” Rae just sat on the couch and cut her off by grabbing a controller from Beast Boy who was laying on the floor in defeat.

“Oh your on.”

~~~

Raven found a painted rock candy controller and a box of tea with a note on her bed a day later.

‘We need to play again ;>’

~~~

“Rae, where are we going?” Mari had finally asked after Raven took her hand after breakfast. They had known each other for a while now, and Raven knew she could trust the Parisian.

“You’ll see” Mari squeezed her hand as they walked the hallway, when they arrived in front of Raven’s door she squeezed it again, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely”

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The pair spent a lot of time in Raven’s room. Often it was meditation but today was different. It had been a few weeks since raven first brought her in on purpose and they were just relaxing in the purple and black room.

“Hey, Rae?” the girl in question only made a sound of acknowledgement and continued to run a hand through the other girls hair. She was reading the latest book ‘that mysteriously appeared’. Mari paused what she was going to say, it had been too long since she felt comfortable with someone besides chat, who was basically a brother, this was different. Her head laded in Raven’s as she looked at the girl from under the book. She was stunning.

“I’ll be right back,” Mari slowly got out of the comfortable position she was in and hurried out of the room. Not two minutes later was she back with a sheepish smile. She seemed nervous, odd but Raven shrugged it off. “Sooo, I’m sure it’s obvious now but I’ve been leaving you some gifts here and there,” Rae nodded a smile graced her lips. It made Mari swoon a little, “Well, I wanted to give you this one personally…” she trailed off as she handed a well wrapped package to the girl in front of her.

“You really didn’t have to-” Raven held the package like it was the most delicate thing she had ever held.“

“But I wanted to,” Mari’s soft encouraging smile was all it too get the Azarathian to gingerly opened it. A midnight purple, almost black, hoodie was in her hands. The embroidery was shiny black and was of countless ravens all over, a slight fade to white near the hands. It was the perfect thing, how long did the intricate patterns take?

Raven was speechless, gently she placed the garment on her bed so nothing would happen and scooped up the small girl. She couldn’t help herself and kissed Mari. Once releasing what she had done Raven pulled back in slight horror. “Oh, come back here Rae,” Mari pulled her kissing back now that she had the chance. It was soft and hesitant at first like neither girl could believe they were doing it but here they were in a room lit up by candles kissing like lost lovers. It felt right and that’s what matters.

When they finally broke apart, it was slow. They looked into the other’s eyes, looking for something, regret maybe. But they didn’t find that, their hands had found their way to each other’s waist when they stayed until a knock on the door interrupted before they leaned in again. It was Robin, when the girls opened the door hands still together he held a knowing smirk and started telling them about what was happening. It was time to do their job, hand in hand.

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I hope you all like it and it is longer than normal I know :> it’s time to work on my other stuff so I don’t get behind Timari week is next and I still need to finish the chapter for this week, sorry for the wait

#my writing #maribat #raven/mari #maribat monday #heartfelt #long post #i still suck at tagging

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 39)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:5853

Warnings: good news, stressing out, happy reader, mentions of kinks, teasing, girl’s night,bonding time between reader and OFC,over all it’s a really light chapter! Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Three long months had passed.

You say long because as much as you felt happy being free, not seeing Loki all day was hell. Of course you had the freedom to stay with him, but the two of you agreed you needed to be outside of the cell. Unbeknownst to Loki, you were refurbishing the apartment. Updating some of the decor and furniture, ensuring every appliance worked.

Despite everything, you still slept with Loki, in the cell, every night. You would continue to prove to him you would never leave his side or abandon him. It was hard some nights. Nights you wanted to be alone, nights you spent up with Shannon having so much girly fun, nights you felt like working out of the apartment… But no matter what, rain or shine, tired or wide awake, you met Loki, each night, with open arms in the cell.

That was how you spent your nights, but during the day, you juggled the wedding and the work Bruce put on you. He was not shy or concerned with overworking you it seemed, mainly because you seemed to keep up with the heavy workload. Working side by side with Bruce was surprisingly fantastic. His calm nature was a good contrast from Loki who was brewing with angst nearly constantly.

With both of you being ticking time bombs, you didn’t speak much to each other except for strictly work related items, which was fine with you.

Shannon and you worked every day on something for the wedding. This was going to go down in history books, it had to be utterly perfect and planned down to the last detail. There were new tasks every day. Some big, some small, some just confirming previous arrangements she’d made, but you were determined to be the best maid of honor this world had ever seen.

Life for Shannon seemed to be going perfectly. Her and Tony seemed happier than ever, her work was excelling, and Tony was inventing things faster than you could blink. In just a few short months she would be getting married. Although, that was one small thing they did seem to disagree on -- the guest list. Other than that, all was perfect for your best friend and her groom.

Today, Shannon came to you in the lab with fantastic, unexpected news.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s work going?” She peered at what you were doing at the moment. “You got a sec? There’s something I’d like to tell you.”

“Uh, I don’t know…” you trailed, not taking your eyes off the paper for a moment, running numbers in your head. “Wait just a sec….” You leaned back and looked over to Bruce. “Hey, do I have a second?”

Bruce looked up and over at you, glancing at Shannon. “Yeah, you’re fine,” he assured.

You smiled at him and put your work down on the glass desk in front of you. “I’m free now! What’s up?”

“Well I was talking with the team and a few people from SHIELD,” she started saying. “And we’ve come to the decision that it’s time that Loki be given parole as well seeing as how well behaved he has been the past 3 months,” she stopped to let you process what she told you.

You stared at her for a moment, trying to take in what she just said. “Wait… Wait… Loki is up for parole?” you asked, the excitement in your voice rising.

“We’ve thought about it and did that some more and yes we believe it’s time he leaves that cell.” She sounded very serious. “But with that it means he would have his time with his parole officer, Dr. Strange, a fellow friend of Shield’s.” She pulled up the file on approving the parole. “So now you two will both be working and getting the chance to be outside of the cell, but I do have to warn you Shield will be keeping an eye on your progress.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Uh, how so?” you inquired. This was expected, but you wanted to know just how invasive they were going to be and for how long? You’d been on parole now for three months, and you still had to check in three days a week with Bruce. You had to physically walk into the lab, he had to shake your hand (to ensure it wasn’t an illusion by Loki), and then he would sign off on your reports, stating you’d been into work.

“Well they’ve been keeping track of you coming in to see Bruce and the work you do.” She gestured to what you’re currently working on. “Some of the work here is what they’ve sent over to have you do.” She walked over, pulling out what was sent from them. “And Agent Coulson will be around the tower more often just to see how you’re doing.” She reassured you. “The same will happen with Loki, it will be only a few times a month.”

You nodded. “For how long? When can we get back to… when can we start to have a real life?” you wondered, clearing your throat.

“I wasn’t told how long exactly but I did ask them to make it short as possible. I know you two would like to enjoy your freedom,” she said sincerely. “I know how much this means to you, I’ll do my best to find out how long and cut that time in half.”

A warm smile touched your face. “Thank you, Shannon. I don’t mean to seem ungrateful. I’m happy he’s up for parole… So, will he be released today? What will he be doing with this Dr. Strange?”

“He’ll be released tomorrow in the morning at the same time you leave for work.” She smiled seeing how happy you were. “As for what he’ll be doing is helping around the sanctuary where they guard the Time stone.” She went about bringing an image of it up. “Dr. Strange is a great person to work with and I believe having Loki there will help him control his inner turmoil and help him be a better version of himself,” she gave a lengthy response that she knew you’d want.

You couldn’t help the twinkle that hit your eye. You immediately grabbed Shannon and held her tightly. “Thank you, so much. This means so much, to both of us.” Then a second later, you pushed her away. “Oh my god! This means I have to completely fix up the apartment tonight! I have to get candles and proper food for real meals. I have to get his favorite shampoo -- I don’t even know what his favorite shampoo is!” you started, panicking. You and Loki had lived together, technically for nearly four years now, but it wasn’t exactly conventional.

“Y/N! Breathe woman, relax everything can get done one step at a time.” She gestured to follow her breathing. “I’ll talk to Bruce about letting you have the rest of the day off so we can get that apartment done, okay?” She grabbed your shoulders to steady you. “As for the shampoo, I’m sure you’ll know which it is. You could ask Thor what scents Loki prefers,” she suggested to you.

In an instant, your eyes widened. “Shannon, that’s genius! Oh my god. Will you come with me? Please? I have so much to do and you’ve lived with Tony. You know what I need to grab… I don’t want to miss a thing!”

“Yes, Y/N, let me talk to Bruce really quick.” She walked over to where he was deep in thought. After a few minutes she came back. “Okay we’re all set, he just wants you to hand over what you have so far to read through.” She pointed to the file on the table. “Now come on, we have some shopping to get done.” She clapped her hands saying that.

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“Jesus, Loki is such a picky eater,” you mumbled as you pushed a shopping cart in the produce area, trying to think of the perfect “welcome home” dish. “Is Tony a picky eater?” you wondered. You knew Tony professionally, in a friendly way, but you had zero idea about his living habits. That hadn’t really come up between trying to kill Shannon and spending years in prison for it...

“Not really, he’s pretty casual about it. He’ll usually ask for whatever I’m in the mood for,” she said grabbing some stuff for her and Tony. “Which is nice unless it’s a date night…” she said. “He tends to want to go somewhere fancy, that’s not really my thing.” She grabbed a box of strawberries and took one out to eat. “What's one of Loki’s favorite dishes?” she asked.

“Oh, that’s easy. He loves spaghetti. I honestly don’t know why,” you admitted, a little befuddled. “I guess because it’s simple? Hard to fuck it up,” you muttered.

“Well make some of that and add some sides, like maybe some salad or something you like too,” she suggested trying to make it a welcome home for you two. “What’s your guys favorite dessert? I can make some.”

“An excellent idea,” you mused. “Oh, um. He loves strawberry flavored things?” you said, slightly unsure. “I don't think he has a top dessert, so long as strawberries are involved,” you informed.

You grabbed a few things for spaghetti when you nonchalantly asked Shannon, “Should I greet Loki naked, or in lingerie?”

Slightly coughing, “Lingerie, but wouldn’t that be best for after dinner?” she asked. “Would kinda ruin the whole dinner thing. We could go look for something if you want.” She turned to you. “Is there anything in particular that you’d like to find?” She wiggled her eyebrows attempting to fluster you.

You couldn’t help but giggle at her response. “I fully intend for me to be the dessert, but it is always nice to make him squirm through the meal,” you remarked. “I need something with leather, and lace,” you informed, thinking hard. “So tell me, is Tony an ass or a boob man? Oooh, or something else entirely?” you wondered.

“He’s something else entirely, a man of many many kinks.” She blushed. “There’s a few things he really enjoys but I doubt you’d want to hear,” she continued “What about Loki? Does he keep it simple there too?” she retorted.

You gasped, your mouth hanging open in an O. “Shannon! My, my. Has Tony been rubbing off on you? You’re getting rather cheeky,” you teased as you saw a smug look transform on her face. “If you must know, madam, he is anything but simple in bed.”

“Why, Y/N, dear if you knew half the stuff I’ve rubbed off on him.” She smirked. “You’d think he’d be the innocent one.” Winking at you she took the cart and went to the next aisle. “Sounds to me like Loki likes to get wild,” she sing-songed.

You audibly gasped at her first two comments before jogging to catch up with her. In a low voice, you nearly whispered, “If you only knew… but then again, I guess we were being recorded down in that cell,” you recalled. “Let’s just say, Loki likes to experiment with his magic,” you informed.

“After a certain time in the night we leave them to record only when the motion sensor goes off.”

“Oh, sorry. The thing must’ve gone off all night then,” you teased.

“It must have if you’d been in the living room,” she winked. “We noticed you two spend your time there the most so we keep them aimed there and the kitchen,” she said.

You frowned for a moment, stopping dead in the aisle. “I thought Tony said every room had a camera except the bathroom?”

“It does but the time you guys were there we noticed you two spent most of your time in the kitchen or the living room so we focused on those two most and we occasionally would check the others.”

“So, it didn’t record at night?” Suddenly you smiled. “Tony was just trying to be a cock-block!” you nearly shouted in the crowded supermarket. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Y/N! Lower your voice,” she told you, seeing as people were eyeing you two. “I told him to leave you two alone but insisted on adding one in the bedroom,” she explained. “And I was turning off that camera at night so you two would have privacy,” she simply replied, heading to the checkout area.

You smiled at your best friend. You couldn’t help but feel so much warm love for her in that moment. Even when you betrayed her, nearly killed her, she sought to it that you were left alone.

“Guess I could’ve walked around naked then,” you mused. “Gah, doing it under the blankets was always such a hassle… Speaking of, you have got to tell me where the weirdest place you and Stark have done it is,” you insisted. For most, this might be weird. But you and Shannon had been so close for so many years, it was practically nothing to talk about sex and partners at this point, trading juicy stories and secrets between you two.

“I could… or you could try and guess.” She giggled. “It was an unexpected one at that too.” She recalled the memory. “Guess we had forgotten there was a camera there.” She passed the things from the cart to the cashier table.

You stared at her in awe for a solid minute before you suddenly hit her arm playfully hard. “You little minx!” you nearly squealed. “Where? Wait! Don’t tell me… Is it in the city? In Manhattan?”

“Yes and yes” was all she told you trying to see if you could guess exactly where. “It's the one place a lot of people go to throughout the day,” she hinted at you with a coy smile.

“Time...square? Grand Central? Jesus, Shan, it’s New York, millions of people go everywhere, all damned day,” you remarked. Your eyes narrowed on her, awaiting an answer if either of your guesses were right.

“It’s a particular place I took you once when we were barely living here. Had a giant food on top of the roof,” she laughed. “Give up?” she playfully asked.

After racking your brain for thirty seconds, you conceded. “Yeah, I give up,” you admitted. Thanos must’ve taken more than you bargained for when he fucked with your memories.

“It's that diner with the giant donut, remember that place?” She pulled out her phone looking for the picture. “Tony had wanted to go there for dinner one night... one thing led to another and we ended up on the top of the dinner and on the donut.” She blushed remembering that night.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, hitting her arm, making the cashier look at the two of you. “You’re so bad! I had no idea you did that!” You looked down at your phone, checking the time. “Oh, shit. We need to run and look at lingerie then we need to head to the apartment.”

“We still have all night,” she told you looking over to see that it was getting close to 7. “We could pull up an all nighter if you want to make things perfect, that way there’s not much to worry about in the morning.” She pulled out her card to pay for everything and headed for the exit. “Just let Loki know you and I are going to have a girls night.”

You chewed your lip a moment. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll stop by his cell later or-- wait, could I use your phone? Your phone still has a direct line to the cell, right? I’ll just call and tell him I’m… working?” you tried. You didn’t like lying to Loki, but in this case, it was for a surprise, that you didn’t want to spoil.

Noticing the worry on her friend’s face she pulled out her phone and handed it to you. “It’s not like you’re going to lie to him because this would definitely count as a girls night because we’ll be having fun.” She bumped her hip with yours, hoping to make tonight fun.

You couldn’t help but smile. Always a ray of sunshine. You rolled your eyes lightly and laughed. “Okay, okay.” You found the contact and dialed the cell, opening up a video call with Loki. He was happy, yet confused to see you at first. But you quickly explained that you and Shannon were going to have a girls night together. At first, you were worried he would start to feel abandoned, but he knew sometimes you would have a life outside of him, and the cell. He was momentarily sad, but ultimately happy that you were happy. As soon as you hung up, you nodded at her. “Alrighty, we’re good to go! Let’s whip this apartment into shape, and get my ass into something sexy.” The two of you walked to the car. “Now, Loki’s gonna meet his boss-officer tomorrow morning, right, and then come home to the apartment after, right?”

“Yup, so basically Fury will have me and Loki head to Strange’s location so that he can become well acquainted with the workplace and see what’s where. And knowing you my dear, Y/N, I was given the okay for you to come along so that he feels some comfort,” she told you while she drove the two of you to a little shop she liked to get her lingerie. “Now in terms of sexy what did you have in mind?” She looked over at you at a red light. “The woman that owns the store can make something custom for you if you’re looking for something specific. Usually gets it done within an hour, so we could head next door to get our nails done while we wait.”

“Oh, you don’t have to take me tomorrow. I really appreciate you getting that done for me, but I have a big project with Bruce tomorrow… I’ll just visit Loki later at work,” you told her, giving her an apologetic smile. You clapped your hands together and then grinned widely. “Now, about the outfit. Oh, god. I have no idea exactly what I want. I know I want leather… lace… Hmm. What do you think? I have never had an opportunity to go lingerie shopping for him so I have no idea what he’s into, in that aspect.”

“Well let’s start with the basics, what colors are you thinking of getting?” she asked hoping starting out small will help figure things out.

You nodded your head side to side. “Black?”

“Great that’s a start, now in she has a new collection that I think you’ll like in terms of your new fashion sense,” she told you. “Is there any type of material you want it in; lace, silk, leather, sheer, fishnets, ecterera?” She gave you a bunch of material names.

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second. “Uh, wow. Lots to choose from, hmm? I think for the first time, I would like to keep it simple with some lace and sheer material.”

“Mmm very romantic sounding,” she told you as she parked in front of the store. “Well let’s see what she might have that will catch your attention.” The two of you got out of the car. As soon as you two entered you were greeted by an older woman, upon realizing who you were with, she was a lot more relaxed.

“Hello, darling, it’s so good to see you again!” She gave Shannon a hug.

“It’s good to see you too. I actually brought my best friend to see if you could help her pick out something special for tomorrow night.” She winked at you. “I was hoping you could show her your new collection.”

“Darling, for you? Anything!” She went over to you and hugged you too. “And any friend of the future Mrs. Stark is a friend of mine.” She motioned for the two of you to follow.

“You have to stop calling me that!” Shannon simply said.

“Why should I, it’s true, is it not?” The woman looked over her shoulder. “Speaking of, your suit is almost ready. I bet he wants you wearing it all the time.” She addressed you next. “Alright, deary, what are you looking for? Something flashy?”

“Um, well… I guess. Okay, this is the first time I’m able to do something romantic with my guy, and I want to make it special,” you explained. “I’m thinking something… lacey, black. I’d like a sheer robe, if you have one? Do you have anything like that?”

“I believe I do. Let me show you to the smaller boutique,” she said, waving you over to a small, VIP room that had four walls filled with different styles and colors. “Let me pull some samples, and feel free to shop around.”

You thanked her as she went and grabbed a few pieces and you and Shannon grabbed a few of your own.

“I’ll set you up in this fitting room right here,” she said, walking over to a heavy drape, pulling it back.

“Thank you,” you said, holding several hangers. You looked to Shannon. “I guess if I like one, I’ll model for you?” you asked, hoping she’d be okay with that. You needed another girl’s opinion on if it accented all the right parts or made you look like crap in the back or anything.

“Sure thing! I’ll probably look for stuff too and see if I can show you what she’s making for me.” She smiled at you. “That way it’s two birds one stone.”

“Great!” With that, you disappeared into the changing room and slipped on the first outfit, which looked like garbage on you. This was more fit for a differently built girl, not quite the way you were built. Next, you tried a one piece lace number that seemed to look decent, but wasn’t a wow factor. But you modeled it for Shannon anyway. “Hey, Shan!” you called.

“What’s up, Y/N/N?” She looked up from the paper she had in her hand. “You find one that you like?”

“Uh, not sure. It’s okay.” You pulled back the curtain and let her examine you, your hands on your hips. You screwed your mouth to the side. “What do you think?”

She motioned for you to walk out. “I think it’s good but from what you were saying for what you want this might be a bit too simple.” She was walking around you looking at every angle. “This hugs you in the right spots but it still needs that awe factor.”

“I agree. Onto the next ones!” You jumped back in the booth, and tried on three more outfits, showing each one to Shannon, until finally, you think you had a winner. It was all black lace, a form fitting one piece, with a sheer green robe you’d found. You smiled appreciatively at the reflection before calling Shannon back over for (hopefully) the final time. “What do you think?” you said as you stood there. “I think it still needs heels, and maybe something extra like a garter or necklace but… I really like it.”

The moment you walked out Shannon’s mouth dropped open. “Y/N you look… WOW.” She looked you over. “Okay hold on, I think I know the perfect garter!” She ran off and you stood there for a moment. “Okay try this on.” She handed you a diamond wrap-around garter. “And for the heels, I bet you we could find something two stores down.” She pointed to the front of the store.

“Really? Oh, you’re a lifesaver! Okay, one second, let me try this.” You ran back into the room and slipped on the delicate, shining accessory. It hugged your thigh perfectly, making your curves really pop. You stepped back out into the showcasing room. “Thoughts?”

“Hmmmm the color is nice but what would you say to the diamonds being green?” she suggested. “We could probably ask Isabelle to dye them green if you want.”

“Ohh, yes. Yeah if she has this in green diamonds or emeralds that would be perfect,” you stated.

“Why don’t you change out of that and we can head over to her work table to ask her?” Shannon suggested, now that the outfit was picked. “That way you can see the garters and I can see how much more she’s gotten done for my honeymoon outfit.” She winked at you.

“Oh, naughty. I like it. Yes. Give me two seconds.” In a swift movement, you were inside the room, out of the beautiful outfit, and back in your street clothes. You grabbed the outfit you wanted and followed Shannon to Isabelle’s workbench.

“Isabelle, is there any chance you have a green diamond garter or in jade?” She walked over to the table looking at her outfit being almost finished and showed her the garter. “If not is there any chance you could dye this one in green?” She hoped either option was available.

“Let me check in the back. Meanwhile try on some of the pieces to see if they need adjustments.” She pointed to what was on the mannequin. “I might have something that would work.”

“Alright we’ll be right here.” She turned to you. “What do you think of what’s done so far?” She pointed to the cast of her own body. “It’s supposed to be a leather and mesh version of Tony’s suit but with less parts to it.” She walked over to it to try on the the top half.

Your eyes widened immediately. “Shan… This… Wow… Tony is going to fucking flip,” you said. “I mean… Look at you! You look like you should be walking in Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show! Does he know about this? Or is it a surprise?”

“Aw, Y/N/N, that sweet of you but I’m no model.” She blushed and waved her hand at you. “It’s a complete surprise to him, although I do feel like he’s been getting curious as to what I’ll be taking on the honeymoon.” She took off the top part of the outfit and walked over to the chest piece. “This part right here is supposed to shine in the light and glow in the dark.” She points to what looks sort of like Tony’s arc reactor.

“Holy cow, that’s amazing. This… He’s gonna love it,” you said, nodding at the ingenuity.

“I hope he does, to be fair I have no idea how she plans on making it do that but she’s done some amazing stuff.” She showed you some of the stuff that other people have requested.

“Maybe you could have one done too, to represent Loki.”

“Do you think he’d like it? I mean… what would I even do?” you wondered, thinking back to all of Loki’s outfits on Asgard. It was all leather, worn to protect him in battle at a moment’s notice, or formal for a political or social event.

“I’m sure you’ll find out what he likes once he gets used toEarth. Plus you getting more outfits and stuff will give you a sense of what he might like,” she said believing that that would be a big help. “Maybe even going out shopping with him might help”

Immediately, heat rose to your cheeks. “Uh, yeah. That’s a possibility. I’ll definitely think about Isabelle making me something. Thank you for showing me this place. It’s fabulous,” you said just as Isabelle came back.

“I don’t have green diamonds or jade but I did find this emerald one.” She lifted the garter and let the light hit it just right. “If you really like the diamond cut I could dye it and have it ready in an hour.” She handed you the band for you to look closely at.

You chewed it over, examining both. “I think I really love the emerald one. It’s so unique. I’ll take it, and these,” you said, holding up your ensemble.

“Great! Let’s get you checked out then, and since Shannon brought you here the garter is on the house.” She smiled at you as turned to Shannon. “As you can see I’m almost done with this piece and the last of the bottom half it should be done by the end of this week,” she assured her.

“Thank you so much for today, Isabelle,” Shannon told her. The three women walked back to the front of the store to get your things nicely wrapped and put away. “Now on to getting you some heels.”

“I think I know just the kind,” you stated with a coy grin.

The two of you got everything paid for and packed, and walked out the door, going a few storefronts down to a high end shoe store. Being with Shannon was actually nice in more than one way. People recognized her as the future Mrs. Stark. The woman on the front of every social magazine, in every celebrity coverage. She made accomplishments on her own constantly in her field of work, and now her engagement to Tony. It certainly made you blend into the background, which was sperfect. You didn’t need anyone remembering who you were or what you’d done.

You leaned over and told Shannon exactly what you wanted. “I want shiny pumps. Closed toe or peep toe are fine. But I want shiny,” you emphasized.

“Shiny as in glitter or like glossy pumps?” She looked up both types for you to see. “I think either one would work for the ensemble you have.”

“Glossy,” you clarified.

“Okay let’s see what we can find.”

Immediately, you two went in different directions. It was how you always shopped, covering as much ground as possible in the quickest time. A strategy the two of you had developed over years of work, and now it was like second nature. In no time, you had three pairs you wanted to try, and Shannon had two. A sales associate showed you to an area to try them each on. In the end, you found a pair for $500 that you really liked, that were perfect. The shoe was glossy black, but the heel sparkled with encrusted black crystals of various sizes.

“That pair looks amazing!” Shannon said. “Try them on. I wanna see how you look in them.” She pointed at a chair for you to sit in.

You did as instructed, strapping into the stilettos. You twisted your foot about before standing up, showing her each side. “What do you think? I think they’re perfect but, as always, I want your honest opinion.”

“This looks cute but I think that it would be better for like going clubbing than for that night.” She looked at the shoes now that you were wearing them. “But then again maybe if I see the heels with the outfit it’ll work,” she thought out loud about it.

You made a face. “You think? Well, do you want me to put on the outfit here or...?” you wondered.

“I’m sure if I asked we could get a private place so you can see all of them with the outfit,” she suggested. “That's if you wanted to though.”

“Sure. It shouldn’t take too long, and I want to make sure they go just right,” you stated.

“Then let’s get this, girl!” She walked away and got someone to give them one of the private areas to try the shoes on. “Now let’s see which one of these shoes goes great with your new outfit.”

You nodded and slipped into the delicate ensemble, including your new favorite garter. Carefully, you sat and put on the first few pairs that weren’t your favorites, just to ultimately rule them out. You were hoping that Shannon could see how the other heels dulled in comparison with your favorites.

“I think that all the ones we found aren't the best option,” she said, seeing how they weren’t popping. “The only ones that work are the ones you picked, especially the ones with the encrusted black crystals,” she hummed

“Yay!” you all but squealed. You ran to hug her. “I think so too! I know he’s just gonna love these,” you stated with pure delight as you tore them off and dropped them back in the box. In haste, you undressed from your lingerie and slipped back into street clothes.

The two of you went to the cashier and paid for the expensive shoes. You turned to Shannon.

“What next?” you wondered, excited. “I’ve got all my lingerie, food for dinner. So… what now?”

“What are you missing for the apartment?” she asked now that they were done with those things.

“Some things for Loki. Razor, shaving cream, guy stuff. You know? I want it to feel like his space too. Not just a bunch of my shit crammed in there since college,” you noted. “Would it be possible to install the system that showed us Asgard, into one of the rooms in the apartment?” you wondered. “Other than that, I think Loki needs his own nightstand, maybe a lamp, oh, some of my favorite books for sure…” You prattled on about some things he might want.

While you named everything that was missing Shannon set about making a list so you two could get the stuff at an Ikea. She knew that the system with Asgard would be super quick to install and she could get that done while the apartment gets its final touches done.

“Alright. let’s go grab the last of the things and some dinner and head back to the apartment,” she told you as the trunk was closed after putting the bags away. “Let’s head over to Ikea and get the nightstand the lamp and a bookshelf for your books.”

“Sounds perfect,” you remarked.

Quickly, the two of you ran to Ikea, and you grabbed everything you needed from a new shower curtain, to a bookshelf, to nightstands. After that, you and Shannon grabbed pizza from your favorite place with a couple of 2 liters and headed to the apartment. You wolfed down the food and then you two sat to work. Hours of work poured into building furniture, taking down old decor, putting up new, and getting the fridge and pantry stocked.

Not to mention, tons of girl talk in between. Secrets and gossip shared about Tony and Loki. Little things you had forgotten to mention about Asgard. Funny things about the Avengers Shannon had encountered. You even talked about work, complaining about conundrums you found, which was nice to feel like a contributing member of society again with a real job and real complaints.

Before you knew it, the night had flown by and it was three am before the two of you passed out on your bed. In a few short hours, your alarm went off, waking you up to the day for your beloved to finally be free alongside you, marking a brand-new, hopefully happy, chapter in your lives.

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Unforseen Chasm (part 39)

Part 39 of Unforseen Chasm Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 5853 Warnings: good news, stressing out, happy reader, mentions of kinks, teasing, girl’s night,bonding time between reader and OFC,over all it’s a really light chapter! Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Three long months had passed.

With both of you being ticking time bombs, you didn’t speak much to each other except for strictly work related items, which was fine with you.

Today, Shannon came to you in the lab with fantastic, unexpected news.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s work going?” She peered at what you were doing at the moment. “You got a sec? There’s something I’d like to tell you.”

Bruce looked up and over at you, glancing at Shannon. “Yeah, you’re fine,” he assured.

You smiled at him and put your work down on the glass desk in front of you. “I’m free now! What’s up?”

You stared at her for a moment, trying to take in what she just said. “Wait… Wait… Loki is up for parole?” you asked, the excitement in your voice rising.

You nodded. “For how long? When can we get back to… when can we start to have a real life?” you wondered, clearing your throat.