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summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!) lowercase is intended… part: 1/?

— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)

— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!

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“... oh my god.”

that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.

what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.

and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!

but he did anyway. and you had to know why.

“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.

he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?

“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”

of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this?

but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.

you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”

but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.

and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?”

“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”

you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.

“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”

the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”

and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”

“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.

so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.

you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.

and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.

but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.

“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.

in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you.

that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.

he truly was out of his mind.

“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.

how in the world can you run from this?

“let them go.” “oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”

he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.

“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.

nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.

but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?

“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”

there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.

almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.

“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”

“... do you want me to thank you? for this?” “giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”

you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you.

if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?

“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”

and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”

he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.

after all, you were a great addition to his plans.

“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”

“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.

and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being.

“what do you desire in return?” “for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”

even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”

he’s cheating, you thought.

“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”

but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”

you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.

“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”

“that’s laughable.” “we’ll see, your majesty.”

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mgnifiqueyoo · 2 months

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Just sayin'.

I mentioned to an acquaintance that I'd put in nearly 2 full days of work last week just catching up on office work including accounting.

And they said "...It's distracting from one's work, but on the other hand, satisfying to complete."

It's not "...distracting from one's work."

It is work.

This is the thing so many people don't get about arting for a living. If you can't do the drudge, you're not being a pro.

It's not just making art. It's about everything else, too. Contracts, filing, accounting, public relations, personal appearances, all of it.

ALL.

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— hot cocoa.

summary || ``over hot cocoa, the loveless scientist is faced with a confession.``

pairing: harry wells x gn!doctor!reader song recommendations: lowercase is intended…

— themes and warning/s: situationship, loveless harrison, angsty ending (?), open-ended, mentions of tess (harry's late fiancee)

— a/n: hello, so, this is my first time (i think?) trying out an angst au. i mean, it isn’t really my first time but i’ve never written an angsty oneshot for the comics fandom… so here, i’m handing out a harry au! which is honestly OVERDUE (i’ve been busy in the past few weeks bc of school so i couldn’t really upload this for january BUT then, i also remembered that my loki oneshot was posted by the end of december so ??? idk if that counts as a january entry or not but here is my entry for feb… to break… hearts… bc tom cavanagh is hot asf, he’s 40+ years older than me, and i have a massive harry wells obsession until fucking CW killed him off like that!!! anyway, enjoy! + definitely tell me if you have ideas for a second part T.T) + also, i just realized how my oneshots here involve confessions... pls don't judge me.

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no, jesse. not after tess.

those were the words you heard when you stood behind the cortex’s entrance walls, holding two mugs of hot chocolate you prepared for yourself and… him.

when his daughter had been taken back to s.t.a.r. labs after zoom’s hostage, your feelings for him just ignited in every minute that passed. you’d always find yourself watching him, learning the way he moved. the way he reacted. the way he looked at others with either resentment or fondness.

everything about him; how he was different to the wells you once knew.

“but dad, you know how much y/n–” “jesse.”

harry didn’t want her to even say anything more. you wondered if it’s because your feelings were rather unrequited… or if he was afraid of the same thing happening again but whatever the reason was, none of it mattered. “second chances aren’t for people like me, you know that.” he was hard on himself again. typical harrison wells. always sacrificing for the happiness of others, never trying to have some happiness himself.

“literally, you’re the only one who says that,” his daughter answered, still trying her best to persuade him with a tiny bit of sass. somehow, that tone in her voice made you chuckle – she definitely got that from her father. “you can’t just let y/n go– it’s so obvious that they’re just waiting for you.”

ah, yes. of course you were.

“but jesse, this time, it’s different.” he wasn’t going to let anything change his mind at that point as the conversation that drew you in was starting to push you away. you figured that maybe harry was right; second chances don’t take place for people like him, like you, like everyone else in the room.

well, maybe except for barry since his eyes were either glued to that goofy yet undeniably beautiful officer, patty spivot, or the love of his life since childhood, iris west – a totally different problem that needed some solving very soon.

you just didn’t understand: if barry could try out romance, why can’t harry?

“hot cocoa?” you heard cisco’s ecstatic voice once again, which made you snap out of the endless, hypnotic void you had for the handsome doctor from earth-2, turning around to face the geeky meta with your eyes later staring back at the two mugs in your hands. “can i have one? i’ve been really, really busy with the vibing right now and i’m pretty sure i’m gonna fall asleep soon.”

you laughed, shaking your head. cisco never failed to unintentionally drive you to see the light at the end of the tunnel and that fact alone convinced you to give him the other mug. you knew it was supposed to be for harry but right now, you also knew that it was best for you to let go of it. just let go of it. empty out the hope that he’d ever try to come out of that broken shell; just let all of the butterflies fly away somewhere else where they’d be seen.

where the flowers bloomed instead.

“you know, you should get some rest.” a suggestion that sounded more like an instruction came out of your mouth right away. you didn’t like it when the rest of the team were tired, sleepless, and widely awake just so they could stop zoom. at the same time, that suggestion was rather impossible; there was never going back or else that monster of a speedster will only take more lives.

and nobody else could risk that. “yeah, i know i should but like, harry’s trying to get me to this metahuman zone and i don’t really have a reason to back down,” cisco responded with a chuckle in the end, taking a quick sip from the hot cocoa, his eyebrows raising in unison as his eyes gleamed with delight. “oh, wow, you need to make more of this!”

the moment cisco praised your personalized hot cocoa that’s apparently “made with love”, the conversation from the cortex slowly died down and all you wanted to do was get out of there. — no, of course. you weren’t technically in danger but god, your heart was pounding; you’ll see him again, you just knew it.

damn it, crisco.

“ramon!” that same raspy-voiced doctor immediately recognized him, which sent you into an unseen, internal fumbling. again, you weren’t actually fumbling out loud, and not a single word was uttered. your brain, however, was running at different speeds, trying to come up with some small talk as if you weren’t eavesdropping earlier.

think, y/n! think!

and in seconds, the two geniuses were outside of the cortex with both a cheeky grin and a blank deadpan. at this point, it was obvious who was smiling and who wasn’t. “okay, i know what you’re thinking and it’s definitely off-topic but you need to try this, harry–”

“hot cocoa.” the doctor didn’t let him finish his sentence, the gaze behind his glasses completely focused on the mug you held in one of your slightly trembling hands. he was fixated on it and you could just tell that nothing else was in his head except for that hot cocoa. “… can you make another one for me, y/n?” a request then followed those two words as you froze in your spot with your mouth agape just a little bit, your heart racing even quicker than before.

“yeah… yeah, of course, doc.” you sounded so relaxed, so faint– so opposite from what you’ve been feeling at the moment as every move you made was captured in jesse’s fond gaze.

after all, she was the one who wanted harry to open those closed doors again so that someone could walk in– so that he could finally let another person in. “can you also make me one too, y/n? i kinda want to try it as well!” she was cheerful around you; she was already welcoming you before her father did as you chuckled in response, later giving her a nod.

“two mugs of hot cocoa coming right up!”

and the moment you were behind the kitchen counter at the lounge, you swore you remembered how you headed there by yourself.

but then, silence was followed by a low, rasped sigh, which made you take a pause. you didn't even need to lift your head to know who it was; you already knew it was him. “was hot cocoa an excuse for you to leave?” he asked and you weren't even sure if that question was genuine or not.

and when you looked up from the two unfinished mugs of that cozy, bittersweet beverage, you figured that he must've been serious about that. “uh… no, actually.” you smiled softly, proceeding to pour the microwaved milk into both mugs.

harry's eyebrows arched, surprised by the fact that you didn't use it as an excuse. he may have already picked up on that habit; he knew everyone in the team so well that anybody else would seem delusional if they thought the doctor somehow was fond of them…

except he was. and he was especially fascinated with you.

“well, to be fair, i already made you one but cisco took it–,” you were cut-off by a laugh escaping his lips as you watched him shake his head. you wondered if it was because he thought cisco was silly for doing what he did but at the same time, your mind told you that he probably found you ridiculous. “… what? what's so funny?”

“you.” “that's not very funny, harry.” “oh, it is.”

you started to think if he was just playing with your heart at this point. he knew; even an average brain would know that there was something in between you that harry would just not choose.

and that’s because of what happened to her. to tess.

“what do you want… really, harry?” you asked, almost as impatient as he was as he just leaned his palm against the counter, grabbing the edge of it while his eyes behind the glasses stared at you. and to your surprise, that was the question he had for himself too.

what did he really want?

“you know,” you uttered, “this is getting really, really complicated for us both.” and from there, the gates to the past closed; there was no going back for you and you weren’t certain if this was the best choice, considering that zoom still needed to be caught. whoever he was.

“i know that.” harry had that tone again, his voice slightly raised higher, prolonged lazily yet also emphasized sharply. he sounded as if he was scolding you again because of some slight miscalculation.

but this wasn’t any slight miscalculation. if anything, this was an incoming huge disaster.

“why are you still waiting for me?” harry then asked, causing you to roll your eyes before facing the microwave. all that you could think about was how dense he was; why else would you be waiting for him? still?

you swore, the moment tess left, harry had no real understanding of love. “are you this… dense?” another question was spat out and you were trying to keep yourself together. how could one of the smartest men in the world and many other earths think like this? so clueless about all that love.

after a long moment of silence, the second wells chuckled and snapped his fingers. “that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, pointing a finger at you with another one of those subtle smirks he had; the kind where he knew he was right. “i know you have feelings for me but i’m starting to wonder why it stays.”

“it’s because i love you,” you admitted, which made him widen his eyes. he was expecting you to say something else. that you just had feelings for him, which were something you can get over.

but no. you loved him already.

“i love you, harry.” and then again, you thought to yourself that there was no going back now. you already dropped those very three words. the words that harry never heard from a lover in over fifteen years now.

before he could even tell you something, the microwave suddenly made a high-pitched, bell-like noise as you headed back to it, taking out the two mugs of hot cocoa. you were hoping to hear something more from him but he said nothing, just like those other nights when you asked him that question.

what is it gonna be, harry?

“whenever you’re ready,” you said, which surprised both you and him. you’d always end the conversation with silence, pretending nothing happened between you two. pretending that a kiss never existed. pretending that you didn’t spend the night with him. pretending that both of you were co-workers, friends, and nothing more. “i’ll be there.”

“still?” “as stupid as that sounds, yes.”

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mgnifiqueyoo · 2 months

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You’ve been getting mysterious flowers left at your doorstep for months now. You’ve come to expect to see the lovely flowers waiting for you as you step outside each morning. Your house has never smelt so lovely. Today however, the flowers don’t lay on your doorstep. Instead, someone stands before you, flowers in hand. Someone very flustered, and very much not human.

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The terror you had felt when you’d accidentally gotten caught in the middle of a battle between a hero and villain, had been nothing compared to the terror you’d felt when you had woken up in the hospital to a world completely void of light.

Finding out that the damage had scarred you so badly, that the loss of vision would be permanent, had completely crushed you.

With the birth of the age of heroes and villains, the government had ended up setting in place a new system to support civilians who were caught in the crossfire. As an artist with no other income, and no one to help support you, you’d been certain that you were destined to rely entirely on that funding for the rest of your life, or until you could find another way to care for yourself, however unlikely it may be.

The agency the hero worked for, had offered some compensation for your injury and ended up paying all of your hospital fees, but in the grand scheme of things, it still left you living a rather meagre life.

Or at least that’s how it would have been, had the gifts not started showing up.

The first time there had been a delivery of fresh groceries, you’d been completely baffled, but grateful. But the second time, you’d been a little more hesitant, as, despite having no real close friends or family who would know your tastes, each delivery seemed to have been perfectly catered to them.

It was more than a little unsettling, and soon enough it started to get even more bizarre and worrisome.

The moment you needed something replaced, a replacement would be delivered. If something broke, a handyman would show up to fix it before you could call them. Even when it came time to pay bills, you found them already paid, and your bank account completely untouched.

It was unnerving, but slowly and surely, you started to get use to it and appreciate it.

When someone had knocked on your door early one morning, you hadn’t thought much of it when you’d answered, having gotten use to random deliveries. A small smile slipped onto your lips when you caught the scent of fresh flowers, another thing you’d been receiving ever since you were hospitalised, and had slowly come to adore.

What you hadn’t been expecting, was to hear a very very familiar voice, when the person finally spoke. The voice you’d heard mere moments before you’d passed out from the pain of the injury that had permanently blinded you for life.

Nor had you expected them to sound so utterly filled with remorse.

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