**MASTERLIST**
You can't stand your job as the arrogant Loki Laufeyson's personal PR rep, but when the quinjet crashes on your way to a summit and leaves you and your cocky co-worker stranded on an uncharted island, you force yourself to work together for your survival. When Loki contracts a devastating disease while awaiting rescue, his feelings for you change, and you find your tropical nightmare turning into the ultimate paradise you never thought it could be.
PAIRING: Avengers!Loki x Reader
GENRES: enemies-to-lovers, castaway romance, comedy, smut
CONTENT WARNINGS (18+ ONLY): some verbal abuse and Dub!con; descriptions of plane crashes, injuries, and disease; smut, look for individual warnings
Chapter 1: "Thanks, I Hate You" --Coming May 1st
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Was rewatching Sam's first scene in TWS for reasons and I always forget how unsubtle the flirting is. Like!!!! Steve was so into Sam IMMEDIATELY. He was straight up tugging on Sam's pigtails in the lunch line. He was showing off. He was making an effort. He opened up like a spring flower as soon as Sam pushed back on him.
AND SAM. Sam INSTANTLY matched his energy and started giving him a check yes or no note. "Come see me at work 🥰🥰🥰🥰" He was like, I'm gonna establish a connection so good, this man's gonna be thinking about it after nazis come back from the dead to kill him again. Giving him music recommendations, flirting with his girl friends, tugging on his pigtails back.
I can't STAND IT. I have cavities now. I need to lay down. They're everything to me. "This man is half my soul" YEAH!!!! I SEE THAT
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*Natasha and Wanda in the Common Room kitchen cooking dinner, flirting and giggling*
Sam: Wow, they have been extra sickly sweet with each other lately, huh?
Kate: Yeah, it’s almost their anniversary. They have been like this all week.
*they look back to see Natasha and Wanda actively making out*
Kate, hiding her face in her hands: Oh my god.
Sam: Hey! Get a room!!
Kate: No! Don’t! I like being an only child!!
*Natasha and Wanda break apart*
Natasha: Wait… what?
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A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts and I fixed it up and decided to post it as a little blurb. Enjoy!
No mention of skin color, but the reader is the daughter of Sam Wilson!
Pairing: Peter Parker x samwilsondaughter!fem!reader
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sam said, walking into the Avengers tower, holding the door open for everyone behind him.
“When do you ever think something is a good idea?” Bucky replied.
“All the time, all the time, but this one right here? Is not it.” Said Sam, as he walked further away from the group, and sat atop of a table.
“Well, this a great opportunity for the both of them.” Steve said.
“For what exactly?”
“Maybe they’ll bond over something and get close with one another.” Natasha replied, sitting next to Sam on the table.
“Yeah, and that’s what scares the hell outta me.” He responded and stood up from the table and began to pace.
Sam has always put an overprotective bubble, over (Y/N). Her being both his only daughter and child, he just wants the best for her. And (Y/N) sees that, but he doesn’t know that she’s losing the opportunity to be a teen.
She wants to go out with friends? It was a lovely day, until she caught him watching her and her friends through some bushes, with goggles and full on camouflage.
Yeah, now she only sees those friends during school hours.
Sleepover with the besties? Yeah, just ready for constant check ups and phone calls. He wants to know what you’re doing 24/7.
And suddenly those sleepover invitations get lost in the mail.
Don’t even get him started on dating. Sam will not allow it, until he’s ran an entire background check on the guy.
Now none of the guys at her school talk with her, everyone sees how protective he is of her. It’s sweet, but also completely unnecessary.
The door swung open as Peter ran inside trying to shove something into his backpack. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?” Peter asked, feeling nervous and on the verge of sweating.
“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me, ‘sir.’” Sam said, as Natasha game him a look, but he shrugged it off.
“I called you here, because I wanted you to meet someone. She should be here any moment.”
Not too long later, she walked inside the building and Sam immediately stood next to her. “Peter meet-”
“(Y/N)? Hey! How are you?” Peter says, as (Y/N) got closer to him and hugged him tight.
“Hey! I’ve been good!” They both smiled at each other, as they let go of one another, then they both looked away from each other, feeling embarrassed and flustered.
“Sooo.. you too already know each other?” Steve asked, and Peter was quick to answer.
“Yeah, I mean we,” Sam stared at him giving him a slight death glare. “We don’t actually, I don’t know her. Who are you again?” Peter said stumbling over his words, scratching the back of his head.
I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, “Peter and I met in school, he’s a good friend.” I smile at him, as Peter gave me a nervous smile.
“Good, that’s great! How about you two catch up and reminisce about, whatever things teens do these days. We have to have a quick talk with your dad, (Y/N).” Nat told me, I nodded and took Peter somewhere else in the tower.
Once they were out of earshot of everyone else, Peter let (Y/N) know just how nervous and frightened he was.
“He’s gonna kill me isn’t he? Like I know I offended him in some way so like, I might not wake up tomorrow, and-”
“Peter! Relax.. he won’t do anything to you. I promise.” I replied and Peter calmed down almost instantly, and took some deep breaths. “Hopefully..” I murmur to myself, underneath my breath.
“What??” Peter asked, clearly hearing what was said. I laughed running off and he began to chase me around.
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