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scarlethexelove · 2 months

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I Want You

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 2515

Warnings: Mechanic!Carol, Intersex!Carol, Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Sex on a car (Probably don't need to say that but I am anyways),I don't think there is much else.

A/n: Have been thinking about Mechanic!Carol for awhile and just had to write her. She is just so cute and beefy. I'm not even sure if this is any good but oh well.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You walk through the door bumping into a hard figure losing your balance. Strong arms wrap around your body pulling you into them making sure you don’t fall, your hands grasping at the shoulders of whoever caught you. A squeak leaving you from your almost fall and being startled. You haven’t even realized who you had bumped into until you look up a wide grin on the blonde's face as she still holds onto you.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry Carol. I didn’t know anyone was still here. You startled me.” You say still holding onto her shoulders and her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. She gives you that smirk that makes you melt. “I was finishing up a client's car before heading out. Why on earth are you still here though?” You let out a sigh of frustration. “Tony said I needed to complete the books before leaving.” Carol gave you a look you couldn’t quite read. “I’ll talk to him. You should be able to go home on time. The books could have been finished tomorrow.” You shake your head. “No, no it’s ok. I’m used to this.” You frantically try and persuade her. “No. I’ll talk to him. I won’t let him treat you like this.” She now is wearing a scowl on her face. “Carol, it really is ok. I mean Tony’s my boss I kind of have to listen to him.” You tell her.

Carol laughs at your words, slightly throwing her head back. You can feel her chest vibrate against you reminding you of how you two are entangled at the moment. Carol looks back down at you noticing that she has yet to let you go. You both let go and take a step back. Carol’s hand drifting down your arm before clutching your hand in hers. “Tony will listen to me.” You give her a confused look waiting for her to continue. “Y/n/n I own this place. I’m his boss.” There is a proud smirk playing on her lips. “I- What? You? I never-” You stop your words when Carol places her finger on your lips. Your cheeks turn pink at the action. “I don’t want to do all the business end. I love working on cars so I hired Tony to deal with all of that while I get to do what I love. I get to make all the final decisions.” She winks at you causing your cheeks to burn and turn even redder.

“Thank you Carol.” You look down. Her finger hooks under your chin and gently pulls you to look up back at her. Your face is definitely the color of a tomato as you look at her. You have had a crush on the woman since you started working here at the front desk. You knew you didn’t have a chance with the woman so you just let your crush be just that, a crush. “You are so welcome, pretty girl.” Carol can’t help but play with you a bit. The redness of your cheeks spurring her on.

What you didn’t know was that Carol also had a crush on you. She was hoping that you would get the hint when she flirted with you but so far it hadn’t worked. She can tell how nervous you get when you're around her. How you have a permanent blush when talking to her. She finds you absolutely adorable.

You don’t know what came over you but with that look in her eyes and that stupid smirk she has looking at you, you leaned in and kissed her. That totally caught the woman off guard. That she didn’t even get to kiss you back before you pulled away from her. “Oh god. Oh fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry fuck.” You rambled covering your face with your hands feeling so stupid.

Carol grabs your hands pulling them away from your face before she grabs your hips and pulls you into her crashing her lips into yours. You gasp into the kiss. Carol uses this opportunity to shover her tongue in your mouth exploring your mouth with her tongue. You're quick to recover kissing her back just as intensely. Carol turns you around walking you both back until your ass hits the front bumper of a car. She easily lifts you to sit on the hood of the car, slotting herself between your legs. Never breaking the kiss once.

Once air becomes necessary you both pull back panting your breaths mingling in the air between you. “Wow. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” Carol pulls you closer to her leaning her head against yours. You let out a hum of satisfaction agreeing with her statement. “I didn’t think you would ever like me like that.” You give her big doe eyes which causes her to chuckle. This just causes you to pout. She didn’t like to see you pout her hands cupping your face as she pulled away looking down at you. “I have been flirting with you for months.” She smiles at you. “Really?” You questioned shocked. “Of course, sweet girl. I was hoping that you would notice.” She let out a small chuckle as you pouted again. “It’s ok sweet girl. I got to kiss you now, which is all that matters to me.”

The room is silent for a bit before you lean up pecking her lips again. Your body pressing closer to hers. That is when you feel it. The growing bulge in her pants. You gasp at the feeling, slightly shocked. You look at her with your mouth slightly opened. A panic rises in her eyes as she steps back. “I-I’m sorry.” She turns to leave but you catch her by the arm pulling her back towards you. “Wait Carol.” You give her a soft smile and she looks down. This time you're the one to raise her gaze back to yours. Your lip caught between your teeth as you looked at her. “I find it really hot.” You pull her back between your legs. She breathes a sigh of relief as she presses back against you, her forehead leaning on yours. A small whimper leaves your lips as her bulge presses back against you. “You're so perfect.” She whispers between you. “You're perfect the way you are.” Your hands cup her face as you show her that you like her for her.

With your words her confidence came back and she grabbed your hips pulling you impossibly closer as she grinded into you. A moan falls from your lips as your hands fly to her shoulders and your head falls back. She takes the opportunity to attach her lips to your neck sucking deep red and purple marks. “Please.” You let a small whimper out. She pulls back looking at you with lust filled eyes. “I have wanted you for so long, but are you sure?” You bring your head back up to look at her. You can see that all she cares about is your comfort. It’s neither of your ideal place to start this but you have wanted her the same way she has wanted you and you don’t want to wait anymore. Your heart swells at her thoughtfulness and concern for you.

Your hand cups Carol’s cheek as she nuzzles lightly into your palm. A warm smile spreads on your lips. “More than anything.” She leans in gently kissing you pouring all of her feelings into it. You move your hands to her hips pushing down her coveralls that are tied around her waist. She helps shuffle them down to her ankles. She is now in front of you with a white tank top on and boxers. Her hard cock strained against the material. You admire her toned arms and gasps when you get a better idea of just how large she is. She smirks before kissing you harshly again, moving back closer and grinding against you causing both of you to moan into one another's mouth.

Carol grabs the bottom of your shirt urging you to take it off. As you do you pull away from her lips but as soon as your shirt hits the floor your lips are back on hers. She then works to get you out of your pants and underwear. She pulls back pulling off your shoes and pulling both off tossing them into a pile. She then kicks off her boots and coveralls. When she moves back between your legs your hands go to push her boxers down but she grabs them in her hands pressing you till your back is against the hood of the car and your hands are above your head. Leaning over you as she pecks your lips. Her other hand pulls your bra down letting your breast spill out over top of it. Her calloused hands groping you. She squeezes and massages your breast as she nips at your lips. “So beautiful.” She starts to move down your jaw towards your neck. “I have imagined fucking you just like this so many times. Jerking off to the thought of you cuming on my cock making a mess as I fuck you on a beautiful car. But it will never be more beautiful than you.” You can’t help but moan at her words. The thought of her jerking off to you has your pussy gushing. “Please” You whimper.

“Fuck.” Carol breathes. Not wanting to wait any longer she shuffles her boxers down with her one hand kicking them off while keeping your hands above your head. She takes her cock swiping it through your folds, nudging the head into your clit. A moan falling from your lips as she does so. She does this a few more times before lining herself up with your entrance. She leans her head against yours again. “Are you sure about this Y/n/n?” She asks you again. You move your legs to wrap around her waist. “Yes, just please fuck me already Carol. I want to feel you.” Your eyes pleading with her.

Both of your moans echo off the wall as Carol pushes the head into you. Slowly sinking her length into your tight velvety walls. Her hips pressing until they are flush with your ass making you gasp at the fullness. “So fucking tight.” She moans. “S-so big.” You moan. She gives you time to adjust to her size not wanting to hurt you. She lightly makes out with you waiting for a sign that you're ready. When you're ready you start to grind your hips into her. She groans into the kiss pulling almost all the way out before snapping her hips back into you.

It doesn’t take long for Carol to start a fast and rough pace as she fucks into you. Your moans filling the room as she angles her hips just perfectly hitting the spot deep inside you that you’re already seeing stars. Carol leans up watching as your breasts bounce with every thrust of her hips. “Hands stay there.” She warns you as her hands release yours snaking down to your throat. She wraps her hand around your throat lightly squeezing causing a moan to be caught in your throat.

It was a calculated move for Carol to test those waters but she is pleasantly surprised when your walls clench around her length as her hand tightens around your neck. A moan tumbling from her lips as you squeeze her tightly. Her hips pounding into you mercilessly relishing in just how good you feel wrapped around her. The hand not around your throat moves down your body, her fingers lightly drawing a path down your stomach before stopping at your bundle of nerves. Her finger pressing against your clit eliciting a loud moan from you. Her fingers then meticulously rubbing circles as the knot in your stomach grows.

Carol’s pace never falters as she pounds into you so mesmerized by the beauty beneath her. Sprawled out on the car as she watches your blissed out face. Her cock disappearing into your cunt as she fucks you roughly. Her thrust grows sloppy as your walls squeeze her tight. Your legs are slightly shaking around her hips. She can tell you’re close and so is she. Her grip on your throat tightening just a bit more and her fingers rub tight fast circles on your clit. You choke on your words as you try to tell her how close you are. “I know sweet girl. Cum all over my cock, make a mess.” She thrusts hard into you.

You moan as your walls clench hard around Carol, almost forcing her out as you cum hard. Your legs tighten around her waist and you resist the urge to grab onto her with your hands. Back arching up off the hood of the car as your eyes roll into the back of your head. A warm stream of white sticky liquid painting your walls as Carol fills you with her cum. The pleasure almost makes you black out. Carol slowly ruts into you prolonging both of your orgasms as you both slowly come down. A mix of both of your cums seeping out around Carol’s cock onto the hood of the car.

Carol lets your throat go and pulls your body into hers. You wrap your arms around her tightly and nuzzle into her neck. Still joined together as you both catch your breaths. Carol chuckles and you feel her chest vibrating against you. “Guess I’m going to have to pay Steve extra to detail this car before getting it back to the owner.” You whine and hide more in her neck embarrassed at the mess you made and the prospect of your friend cleaning up your cum from the hood of this car. “Don’t worry sweetheart. He won’t ask questions. He is too much of a prude to ask. Also the extra cash will keep him quiet.” She kisses the side of your head. You hum at her response, kissing her neck lightly.

You never expected that staying late tonight would lead you here. To the chance to finally be with the person you desired most but you're so thankful that Tony had you stay. You’re hoping now that you will be able to get closer and grow with Carol as you explore your new dynamic. You don’t know what you two are yet but you're hoping to be just hers.

The silence between you two is broken when Carol slowly thrusts in and out of you causing you to moan. She kisses your neck before sinking her teeth into your pulse point. You dig your nails into her back whimpering. “F-Fuck.” Is all you can say as her pace picks back up. “Sorry sweetheart, I can't help myself. Want to fill you again.” She groans as your walls squeeze her. “Mhmm.” You mumble knowing that you are in for a long night and Steve will be paid a hefty amount to clean this car tomorrow.

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meidui · 2 months

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tony "buys" steve

the year you were mine by @areiton

The night that changes his life forever, Steve is on a date with another man.

Or: Steve is a pricy escort and Tony buys him for a year. Neither of them are doing this for love.

In Too Deep by @fohatic

Steve knew that he was asking for trouble when he agreed to let the gallery auction off a date with him for charity, but he needed to get in the director's good books if he wanted to make it as an artist in this cutthroat town. He never imagined that his participation would ignite an outrageous bidding war, or that the infamous, billionaire ex that he hadn't seen since their sudden breakup two years prior would show up and stake his claim.

Indecent Proposal by @sabrecmc

One million dollars for one night. That could change your life.

Love Me (With No Explanation) by @tinystark616

While spending the week in LA on business, Tony impulsively hires a male escort to keep him company after his girlfriend breaks up with him.

Or,

Steve and Tony spend a whole week trying not to fall in love with each other.

Sway Me Close, Sway Me Now by Catchclaw

“And this,” Jarvis said, “would be your room."

“Ah,” Steve said, a little slack-jawed. “Huh.”

#stony #stevetony #fic rec #*

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arlana-likes-to-write · 5 months

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Lightning Bug - Chapter 23

Masterlist

Warning: sleep deperivation, a form of self harm, gay panic

Word count: 2.3k

The ringing of a bell announced your arrival at Lucia’s store. “I’ll be right with you,” her voice traveled from the back of the store.

“Take your time; it’s just me,” you called out and headed to the history section. You wanted to add supplemental reading on the topic you and Vision started. He said you would have to complete a project so you thought it was a good idea to get head start. You enjoyed your lesson with Vision as he taught you about early civilizations in India. After your time with Vision, it was straight into the training room with Maria. She was…intense, for lack of a better word. She discovered your limit and pushed you to reach past it. It made sense why she was Nick’s right-hand woman. You were thankful for the peace of Lucia’s shop.

“Hello, mjia,” Lucia said, holding a stack of books. You took the top few from her.

“Hi, how are you?” You asked and began to put the books away. You missed working here, the mundane action and it was an excellent way to shut your brain off.

“Busy since my best employee left me for the Avengers,” she teased and returned to her desk. You rolled your eyes and followed her with the books you picked out in your hand.

“I was your only employee, senora,” you said. “You may need to hire someone.” She mumbled something in Spanish you missed. You bite your lip as you grab a notebook from a pile on her desk labeled ‘free.’ “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, child,” you sighed, handing her the books you wanted to check out.

“Have you noticed anything weird going on in the neighborhood?” You asked. She looked at you curiously.

“Define weird,” you took the books from her and placed them in the bag you brought.

“Like people going missing and talking about me.” You quickly summarized. Lucia sighed, doing the sign of the cross across her chest. You should have kept your mouth shut.

“I noticed some regulars that usually show up on Tuesday meetings haven’t been around,” you frowned. Every Tuesday night, Lucia held events for people experiencing homelessness in the community. You could study, get help with resumes, or have a quiet place to be.

“I’m guessing the police don’t care, right?” She nodded. That was typical. The NYPD never cared about you or the others who lived on the street. “Thank you. If you hear anything else, let me know.”

“I will, but be careful,” she said. “I fear something dark is coming our way.”

You took the notebook from Lucia and threw the bag onto the floor. With a sigh, you climbed into bed. There was so much information running through your head. The weird warning by Caesar and Lucia noticed people disappearing. What was going on? You began to write everything in the notebook and how you were connected to all of this.

None of it made sense. You were a nobody. People recognized you because of your appearance or saw you as an easy target. You were someone now because the Avengers took you in. You bite the end of the pencil. If it had to do with the Avengers, why target you?

“Miss. Y/n,” Friday said. “Just as a reminder, you have a meeting with Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner.” You sighed and stood up, placing the notebook underneath your pillow. The last thing you wanted was to have a math lesson, but you packed your bag and headed for the lab.

“Is everything okay?” Pepper asked, causing you to look up from the tablet you were working on. After math, it was your internship with Pepper. Math was well math. Bruce and Tony made it enjoyable, but you still needed clarification. Once you were done, you stopped in the kitchen for a snack and walked to Pepper’s office. She explained that your internship would include a lot of the work you were already plus attending some meetings to take minutes and designing presentations. “You’ve been oddly quiet.” You sighed and tapped your thumbs against the screen.

“I went to see Lucia, the owner of a bookstore I used to go to a lot,” you started. “She said many of the regulars that go to weekly events haven’t shown up. No one knows where they are,” she frowned and closed her laptop.

“Have they reported it to the police?” You rolled your eyes with a huff.

“The police don’t care about us,” you admitted. “Besides, it’s hard to report a missing person when people come and go so much. There was a guy named Larry; he would disappear for 5 months, then come back and act like nothing happened.” The CEO sighed, folding her hands on top of her desk.

“Well, I’ll talk to Tony. Maybe he can put some pressure on the local police.” You stared at the CEO, blinking once, then twice. You weren’t sure what would come of it telling Pepper, but getting the Avengers involved was not it.

“Tony probably has other things going on,” you said, trying to deter from involving the billionaire. “More important things.” You added to prevent her from asking him.

“The Avengers are here to help people,” she stated. “Especially those in our backyard,” she smiled and reopened her laptop. “Do you care about this?” You were a little surprised by the question. You nodded; even though they weren’t the nicest to you, they were still people. And these people had someone who cared about them. “Then it’s settled. I’ll talk to Tony tomorrow.” You smiled.

“Thank you, Pepper.”

“Don’t mention it,” she smirked. “Now, get back to work,” she teased. You giggled and got back to work. If the Avengers were involved, you could get more than answers on where all these people were going. Could you figure out what else was going on?

You stared up at the ceiling, hands behind your head and music softly playing from the Walkman. Dinner was filled with questions about your first day of ‘school’, then Natasha and Wanda ensured all your homework was done before you went to bed. However, sleep was not going to happen. You couldn’t turn off your brain. You kept reliving the past few days. Turning off the music, you quietly left your room. Once again, your socked-covered feet led you to the training room. Like clockwork, you uncovered the machine and ensured empty batteries were ready to charge.

You faced the machine head-on and felt the electricity dance around your fingertips, but you refused to release it. Inside, you let the electricity grow and felt the warmth that radiated off of it. For the longest time, that warmth scared you. You associated that warmth with a punishment, but now you like it. It was another reminder that you were free.

You shot your hand forward and released the charge until the batteries were full. You repeated the process until your body began to feel tired, and your mind was blanketed. You knew you would sleep through the night.

Unfortunately, you felt stuck in a cycle. Classes, training, homework, and your nightly visit to the machine so you could get sleep. Was it healthy? Yes? At least you weren’t yourself. You were depleting your powers to force your mind into a dreamless sleep. There was no danger to your hippocampus, and you used your powers to help others.

On the fifth day of this self-made schedule, you were running on empty. Every word Vision was saying about the ancient world wasn’t registering. Your brain was mush. “Miss. Y/n,” you jerked awake at the conversation change. The man was smiling. “That’s the third time you’ve fallen asleep. Is the caste system of Ancient India not entertaining enough for you?” He teased.

“No, it is,” you defended. “And you are doing a great job. I just-“Vision chuckled, closing the book. “You are mean.”

“Go get some rest,” he said. “I’ll speak with the others and cancel your lessons for the day.” Oh, you could give him the biggest hug.

“You are amazing,” you shoved your books into your backpack. “Thank you so much!”

“Your health is more important than a civilization that’s been long gone,” you giggled, thanked him again, and took the elevator to your floor. It was thankfully empty as you made a beeline for your room. Throwing your backpack on the ground, you flopped onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

Persistent knocking on your door woke you up. You groaned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “Come in,” you called out, not bothering to sit up. When the door opened, you saw America walk into your room. You rolled over to make room as she ran and jumped on your bed.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” you closed your eyes. “I was sleeping.”

“I know,” she giggled. Unbelievable. “But you’ve been so busy we haven’t hung out, so when Vision told me you were excused from your lessons, I came running,” you opened your eyes, and her head was turned to look at you. “Hi,” America smiled.

“You are a dork,” you said, rolling on your back and ignoring how your stomach flipped. “So what do you have in mind?” The bed shifted as you heard her get up. She grabbed your hand and pulled you into a sitting position. The smile she wore now was bigger, a little mischievous. “America,” you said slowly.

“Do you trust me?” She asked. You sighed, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I trust you.” She jumped from your bed and crackled your knuckles. Oh boy. Her eyes began to glow a light blue, a similar color and look to your electricity. You scrambled off your bed as she punched at your wall. A giant star formed, matching the style of some of her clothes. What surprised you was you saw people walking around - going about their day-to-day life as if a star wasn’t right next to them.

“Is this a portal-”

“To the multiverse?” You nodded. “Yeah, it is,” she held out her hand. “I did ask if you trusted me.” You laughed, took her hand, and allowed her to pull you through the portal. It closed behind you, and you were on a sidewalk similar to New York City. Nothing seemed out of place.

“Are you sure-” You saw cars flying in the sky. Your jaw dropped. “How is this possible?”

“It’s the multiverse, silly,” she dragged you down the sidewalk, where you saw inventions from every sci-fi book you’ve read - flying cars, hoverboards, and hologram phones. “Christianity never existed here,” she pulled you closer so she could whisper. “So the Dark Age never occurred, and humanity is 1000 years more advanced.”

“This is-” You were struggling to find a word to describe everything happening around you.

“I know,” she squeezed your hand. “It’s kind of crazy, but you get used to it.” You were curious to know if you would ever get used to it. “Let’s go get some food and explore.”

While you ate ‘pizza,’ you were curious if they called it something else here; America gave you the rules of multiverse travel. The biggest thing was not to cause an incursion - when the boundary between two universes erodes, and they collide, destroying one or both. When asked how to avoid that, America said it occurs with prolonged travel within the multiverse. “So we won’t stay long,” she took your hand and rang out of the restaurant.

Something about spending time with America outside the tower was different. She was always smiling around the others, but her smile was unlike her usual smile. It wasn’t as large and softer - she seemed happier. Was it because she was using her powers so freely? Or was it because it was just you and her? No team. No prying eyes. But no, you couldn’t think like that. America deserved someone better than you. Someone who wasn’t broken, scarred, and haunted so profoundly by their past. It was unfair to her.

“Y/n!” She yelled your name, and suddenly, her body crashed into yours, and you began to fall. Your back never made contact with the concrete sidewalk instead you saw the outline of her star as you fell into another timeline. You knew something was wrong by the way America held onto you; bruises were going to form on your arms.

Each time you expected to stop falling, the ground never came. Your stomach was flipping as you flew between different portals. It was never-ending as the world kept changing around you. For a split second, it was black and white, then hand-drawn. Were you in a jungle? You weren’t sure, but you wanted it to stop! You felt the grip America had on you loosen as she pushed you forward.

Time slowed down as you flipped through space and headed toward a portal. “America!” You yelled for her. It was impossible to control your body as you flew through the portal. You expected to keep falling, but your back hit a hard wooden floor - the air was knocked out of your lungs. Coughing a few times, another portal appeared above you, and you rolled out of the way before America landed on you.

“Thanks for breaking my fall,” she groaned. You sat up, rubbing the back of your head. The world was still spinning, and you felt sick to your stomach.

“Where are we?” You were sitting at the bottom of a tall staircase. The floor was wooden with a circular design, and you liked the blue. You saw a few areas to sit at. America sat up quickly, eyes wide and the color draining from her face.

“The where is subjective,” a mysterious voice said. “But I do know you are in a lot of trouble.”

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lemonnsss · 6 months

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Moral of the Story pt. 3

Warnings: cheating, illusions to sex, angst, not BETA'D we die like men.

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4

Taglist: @vicmc624, @mostlymarvelgirl, @yvonneeeee, @beetlejuicesupremacy, @moonlightreader649, @whattheduckisupkyle, @chrisevans-realwife, @nekoannie-chan, @mrsbarnes32557038, @imyourbratzdoll

Word count: 2.1k

“Oh, so soon?” he leaned in, obviously interested in my request, “And what might your boon be?”

“As you can probably guess, I need a job. I have an interview tomorrow morning for the role of your PA. If that doesn’t pan out -because of anyone's request outside of your own- I still want a good-paying job with decent benefits. Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll cut it short, you’re hired.”

“Please, I don’t need your pity.”

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't hire you out of pity. It's because of what you did just now. I gave you barely any details, and you came up with a sub-par solution." Satisfied with his answer, he reaches over and takes a sip of my coffee.

"Sub-par says I go out, find your bodyguard, and drag him back here." He visibly aspirates, coughing into a napkin for a minute or so. I got up, got a straw, and returned. By the time I sat down, he had regained most of his composure.

"You had a good plan that led to a good solution," gesturing to himself, "I'm a rich asshole. Are we happy?” A slight rasp remained in his voice.

“Sufficiently. I accept the role of your PA, Mr. Stark. When should I start?"

"After your interview with Ms. Potts. You did say that if anyone aside from me was against you as my PA, you'd be fine with it."

I leaned back, covering my eyes with my hand, ”Yeah, I did."

"Don't try denying it. JARVIS has been recording- I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"I fully acknowledge and stand by my previous statement. And, did you just admit to illegally recording our conversation?” My other hand raised pointing at him, “If so, that would be quite unfortunate for you and Stark Industries.” I separated my fingers to see his shocked yet slightly confused expression.

"Well, shit.”

I lowered my hand to the arm of the chair, tilting my head slightly, “Did you think I wouldn’t own up to my word? Please, Tony -can I call you Tony? I’m going to call you Tony- I do have morals, they’re a bitch, but they’re there. When I make promises, I follow through with them.” I look down at my lap, my hands wrapped around my stomach, “I hate people who break their promises. They are the worst kind of people. All that does is hurt those around them, but they’re too self-centered to realize that until it’s too late- sometimes even then it doesn’t click.” I glance up, he’s leaning closer to me, a worried look plastered across his face.

I straighten, collect my things, and move to get up, “I suppose I’ll see you at my interview tomorrow, Mr. Stark.” I walk away and out of the café, hearing the bell ring as I walk out.

I fell face down into my bed, arms spread out. “I just met THE Anthony Edward Stark and acted like it was no big deal. What is wrong with me?” I grabbed a pillow, held it to my chest, curled up into the fetal position, and screamed. “How could I have acted like it was nothing? He’s an A-list celebrity and I just brushed it off!” I prop up onto my elbows, my hands extending forward.

I spent the afternoon and evening just watching TV and reading. While I didn’t typically read graphic books, Hemingway and Remarque’s book had been sitting in my collection untouched for far too long, and it wasn’t necessarily a horrible way to finish the day. About halfway through “All Quiet On The Western Front” I realized just how depressing this book was and how glad I hadn't gone over it with my high school classes. The case remained much the same for “A Farewell to Arms”.

My phone alarm went off, signaling it was time to start getting ready for bed. I got up to grab it, shutting off the tone. I stood up, went to the bathroom, completed my nightly routine, and set out my clothes for my interview, although it seemed I had been hired in all but formalities.

I woke up the next day with a slight ache in my bones but, nothing like the previous day. I got ready and headed out to the Stark Industries headquarters. When I arrived I wasn’t necessarily shocked. The lobby was sleek and modern, bustling with the morning rush. I walked up to the receptionist, an older woman, and told her that I was there for the interview for the role of Mr. Stark’s assistant. I confirmed she looked me up and down before saying my name aloud. She handed me a card, stating it was a single use and would be deactivated once I left the building before pointing me to the elevator, guarded by the head of security, Mr. Stark’s bodyguard, Happy Hogan.

I walked over he looked at me slightly puzzled as I walked up to the elevator, sliding the activated card. It took a moment or two before the door opened and I could not be happier. I walked in and the doors shut.

“Crap, I didn’t get the floor.” I placed my face in my hand, aggravated at my forgetfulness.

An electronic voice rang out, “I believe I can be of some assistance, Mx.”.

I screamed, “What the fuck?” I backed into a corner, grabbing the rails.

“Apologies, I seem to have startled you. I’m JARVIS, Mr. Stark’s AI.”

“O-okay? Can you send me up to Mrs. Potts’ floor?”

“Of course.”

The elevator ride passes quickly thanks to Stark’s AI. As the doors open JARVIS informs me that the door on the right leads to Ms. Potts’ office. I walk up to the door and knock, ”Come in!” A voice calls out. I open the door and introduce myself.

Ms. Potts was a taller woman with blonde hair. She ran around frantically, “I’m so sorry, an urgent business meeting just came up. Would it be okay to reschedule your interview?”

“Yes, yes, of course. These things happen, I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?” I move close to her desk.

The look on her face shows she didn't expect my reaction. "Um, yes. In one of the piles over there. There should be twelve documents with the keywords Stark v. Hammer." She points over the corner where there are three medium-sized piles of papers

"Oh, is that all?"

"Yes, thank you. My assistant has been on sick leave for two weeks and my office has become an absolute mess." I hear the clink of metal on the ground. She squats down, looking for whatever it was that had fallen.

"Really, it's no problem. I've worked in worse offices, this is nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"The lawyer I worked for in college. He was a mess. He wouldn't let anyone move his things, so it just stayed that way until he needed a specific paper or file, and then he would send me looking. Apparently, he did that to all of his assistants after one of them, about five years before me, lost one of the major papers in a big case for the firm. He fired her immediately." I rifled through the paperwork, quickly finding a handful of the documents.

"That sounds horrible, although, from a business person's perspective I can somewhat understand."

"Yeah, it was crazy. I worked for him for four years and almost feel bad for leaving. He finally adjusted and was comfortable with me going through the records." I had found all but one of the papers at this point and had looked through all three piles with no luck.

"Ms. Potts?"

She stands up, bumping her head on the edge of her desk, "Yes?"

"Sorry, um, are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine." She grasps the back of her head, wincing. She's clearly not.

"Are you sure? You hit your head pretty hard."

"Yes, really. What were you asking about?"

"Okay, are you sure all of the papers are over here? There's one missing. I've gone over the stacks at least three times."

"Yes, of course. They're all there, I could've sworn." She walks over, or at least attempts to as about halfway she grasps her head, a small groan accompanying the action. I run over, offering my arm. She takes my arm, and I lower her to the ground, a quiet 'thank you' thrown in the midst.

There was a small cut on the back of her head, a small amount of blood flowing out. I place my fingers on the cut, using my powers to heal it. A sharp pain found its way to the back of my head for a moment before it fades.

"Thank you. I think I just needed to sit down for a moment. But, yes, all of the papers should be over here. It's odd that there's one missing."

"Could it be in a different stack?"

"It shouldn't be, then again, I haven't exactly been keeping this place clean enough to say. Crap! The meeting's supposed to start in a few minutes."

"How far into the meeting do you need the papers, and how long do you expect this meeting will be?"

"Maybe two-thirds of the way through and half an hour at the shortest. Why?"

"I'm gonna buy you some time, obviously. I'll look through the rest of the papers to find the missing page. Once I find it I'll head over to your meeting room and deliver the papers as if you'd asked for them just before the meeting began. How does that sound?"

She walks up to me and hugs me. As she pulls away she says, "You are a lifesaver! Thank you." She grabs her papers and walks out of her office, presumably to the meeting room as I stand there stunned, unmoving as a stone.

When her trance breaks, I start moving around the room, quickly checking each pile for the missing paper. I tried to stay in the general area she originally pointed me to with no luck. I slowly moved towards the desk, it was the only place I hadn't checked yet.

I went through the different stacks before finding the paper in the third, guess it really was the charm. I collected all of the papers in a manilla folder, finishing it off with a paperclip -just as a precaution. As I went to grab the door handle JARVIS told me which meeting room they were on.

I walked out to the small foyer between the two offices and entered the elevator. JARVIS took me to the correct floor.

I walked up to the door of the meeting room Ms. Potts was in and knocked on the door before entering. I looked inside to see a variety of old, white businessmen and Ms. Potts in front of a projector explaining something I wasn't about to pretend I understood. She looked relieved.

I walked in just enough to where I could close the door, "Apologies, Ms. Potts, is this a bad time? I have the paperwork you requested."

"Oh no, not at all." She walked over to me, taking the folder from my hands. "Thank you." She whispered.

"It was no problem at all, Ma'am. Would you like me to continue working in your office, or go home for the day?"

"Please, wait in my office." She tipped her head slightly, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed.

I excused myself and headed back to Ms. Potts office. I waited for her in one of the armchairs at her desk. I checked my phone and realized I hadn't read the e-mail from Scott yet. I opened his message, the contents shocking me.

'Hi, I know it's been a while since we've talked, I mean really talked. I'm sorry, I chose a girl who saw me as the second choice over the person who's been my best friend practically since we met. I'm leaving the mansion too. Things have been crazy here. The professor is making Jean and Logan sub for all the classes you used to teach, and he'll be doing so for every teacher who leaves because of what happened. I'm planning on moving back to Anchorage. My parents left the house to Alex, but he gave everything to me in his will, making it mine. That house has to be 80 or so years old now, it's going to need a lot of repairs. I'll send you the address once it's all fixed up, maybe have some tea and catch up.

See you someday,

Scott.'

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things that happened on degrassi but i make them about riverdale

they had cheryl say cuckoo bananas one time, zig novak was heraldo, and also vanessa morgan was mike dallas's baby mama so like clearly there's existing connections here. and just like riverdale and degrassi writers-- i love putting characters into situations. so. without further ado..... things that happen on degrassi (tng & next class) that should've happened on riverdale.

betty pelts dodgeballs at jughead during gym class after he is vague about going on a date or not

dolly zoom on archie's face as fred says "your mom is gay"

betty and gay kevin have a fight while filming a fake commercial for unisex cologne for class

^ this with gay kevin

reggie does elaborate business deals with locker trading so that veronica can have the best one

archie sending veronica flowers with a card that says ”you rock! xoxo archie”

jughead choking and needing the heimlich but refusing to let gay kevin give him the heimlich because it would mean gay kevin has to touch him.

betty getting into an actual violent physical fight with blood with a random girl at school

youtube

^ okay go watch this video right now you only need to watch like the first minute exactly. the rest is completely optional. i have several scenarios in mind here:

- idea one is gay kevin having issues with fangs for the billionth time and so when in doubt kiss archie? - idea two is something jarchie related either betty or veronica is the dylan here . - IDEA THREE IS DYLAN=JUGHEAD GAY MARCO=ARCHIE. SO WHEN IN DOUBT KISS REGGIE?! - but also. the very first episode of riverdale is veronica so when in doubt you kiss betty. okay like realistically the scene is not like that but i think they shouldve let betty say "so when in doubt you kiss betty." for me personally. she would not fucking say that but i want her to

veronica and jughead go to the college admissions fair while extremely high.

RAS plays a similar role to kevin smith and gives advice to cheryl about being gay

kangs toxic poker game. what more can i say

veronica: as you and jughead’s closest friends- jughead: oh actually i don’t really like you. veronica: SHH!

natasha bedingfield performs at prom. archie gets to dance his heart out and cry a little to unwritten. and pocket full of sunshine woah oh

toni gets so much into vampire books that she makes out with cheryl and thinks about vampires too hard and bites her on the neck (this would be a great reference to vanessa morgan's time on another canadian teen show my babysitter's a vampire and also i think we should let toni be a little crazy for fun)

lgbt mixer at la bonne nuit. nothing crazy happens on the degrassi episode but i just wish it had happened on riverdale. like maybe veronica and kevin sing same love or born this way. (again that did not happen on degrassi just using the fact they did an lgbt mixer at the teen speakeasy as a jumping off point.)

when jughead gets hired by tabitha at pops, he immediately burns down the restaurant. they then go to a casino in niagra falls and get vegas-style married

cheryl adopts a pig (that later destroys her house) instead of coping with being alone

reggie attends a meeting about homophobia brought on by locker room bullying and someone explains the definition of internalized homophobia and he says out loud "im a homophobe" and starts crying

jughead poisons bret with stuff that makes you throw up. this involves cups being switched and a reference to roman history (but in the riverdale version betty supports and enables it)

jughead writes a story about a girl getting stalked who has a protective boyfriend trying to stop it but he makes the ending be that the boyfriend realizes he can never protect her from the stalker so he kills her. and betty is like dude um what that is insane. and hes genuinely like what it's just a story. later jughead ends up still not being able to figure out an ending and burns the script on stage while having a breakdown

they have to build rube goldberg machines for class. it doesnt matter who i just want this to be something

fp and alice wedding where bughead break up and get back together like five times about it

core four smokes weed during 2x14 The Hills Have Eyes (degrassi had an episode where teens were unsupervised in a cabin. Just Like.)

gay kevin does a gay musical production of romeo and juliet.

some film guy that jughead adores comes and does a guest lecture and so in order to impress the guy he smokes weed with chic and makes a terrible insane short film to show said film guy

timeskip jughead does mdma at an artsy party where people are very high and painting with their bodies on the walls and floors. in order to avoid his problems.

gay kevin wears a beret at least once

^ bughead texts

veronica sings triangle tra la le la by patsy cline while in the midst of one of her 'reggie or archie' moments

betty gets really into axe throwing with lesbians (the pretty poisons) in the woods

unfortunately i cannot find a video uploaded of gay tristan performing it but. gay kevin voice riverdale you make drama look! so! good!

veronica trying to tank her father's mayoral campaign by being gay with betty and outing hiram as a homophobe

reggie: for the last time i'm not gay. or homophobic. just missing my best bro....

jughead won't shut up in class so cheryl cuts off some of her hair and then asks jughead to hold the scissors for a sec. and then she raises her hand and tells the teacher jughead cut her hair

beronica has a heartfelt moment about admitting feelings for each other and in the middle of it reggie walks up to them with saddest look on his face and says "am i hotter than archie? be honest. actually don't." and then walks away

veronica comes out to avoid political backlash and the word gets around to hermione who tries to comfort her by saying "no one's gonna believe you're gay. it happens to all powerful women. even hillary"

cheryl and veronica have a fake trial in class over twitter beef

cheryl auditions for a boy part in a play directed by gay kevin. gay kevin initially says no, but cheryl points out that it should be about relating to the pain of the character, not gender. gay kevin agrees and says that he is going to play the part himself because no one understands what he's going through better than him, right?

i'm constructing a reality where fangs is dating gay kevin when he is in the infamous bus crash but instead of dying he goes into a coma. and gay kevin is loyally by his bedside until he snaps like three months in and hooks up with moose. the night he does that, fangs wakes up from said coma.

veronica, speaking to reggie: even though we're a toxic couple, i really miss you and i want our break to be over.

betty has a terrible reaction to weed and someone finds her sadly eating slices of bread from a bag saying “i thought the bread would make me less high but it isnt working”

and finally, and crucially, they should've done a shark in the water style promo for at least one of the seasons. thanks for tuning in.

#IM SORRY FOR BEING INSANE #IM NORMAL. IM NORMAL.#m.txt #degrassi #riverdale

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maraschinomerry · 10 months

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hi lovely, adore your writing <3 i was wondering if i could get a lucy x fem!reader where lucy thinks she’s jealous of the reader cause she always thinks the readers so pretty and it’s just a lot of pining and everyone’s trying to make lucy realise she’s in love, and then one day she sees someone flirting with r and is like oh i’m not jealous i’m gay and just a lot of fluff and things thank yoy so much <3333

Chance Encounters

Pairings: Lucy Carlyle x fem!reader

Content: oblivious flirting, pining, self-esteem issues, kissing

A/N: what a way to get back into writing, this is one of my longest fics yet! Thanks for being so patient with me, hope you enjoy it 💙

Word count: 3.8k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea (let me know if you want adding or removing!)

Lucy flopped into her seat with a stack of books and a dejected huff. "Do Fittes have a secret beauty quota for new hires or something?"

Lockwood and George both began speaking at the same time from the other side of the table - Lockwood to assure her that she'd be a shoe-in if that were the case, George to protest that Kipps would never have been hired.

The team were in the British Archives researching a particularly tough case, when Kipps and his crew strolled in with their newest member. If Lucy had thought Kat was pretty, this new girl was on a whole other level. Girls like that always got the best jobs, the most attention from boys, all the perks. It just wasn't fair.

You kept close, tucked behind Kipps' shoulder, as your team strode with far more confidence than you through the maze of shelves. You'd only joined Fittes a week ago and were still getting used to all the rules, both written and unwritten. Kat had at least warned you in advance about the odds of running into Lockwood & Co, how fierce the rivalry was between their leader and yours.

"Ah, Tony," Kipps said ahead of you, and you almost ran into him with how little you'd been concentrating.

Whatever you'd been expecting the members of the infamous agency to be like, this wasn't it. The one scowling most intensely at your colleague must be Lockwood, not the older man you'd pictured but a thin, smartly dressed teenager with bags under his eyes almost as dark as his hair. He was only accompanied by two other people, a curly haired boy who was only visible down to his glasses over the top of an enormous stack of books, and a pretty brunette girl who hadn't taken her eyes off you from the moment you walked in. Her gaze was unwavering and unreadable, and you had to resist the urge to squirm.

You tuned back in. Kipps was speaking again. "Allow me to introduce (name), one of the most prestigious agents the country has to offer." It would have been embarrassing enough had he just called you prestigious, but the way he emphasised it made you wonder if it was some kind of dig at them. You tried to shrink further behind him, cheeks growing warm.

"I'm Lucy Carlyle," the girl suddenly blurted. Her eyes widened as though she was surprised by her own actions. The boys also looked at her, a little stunned. "I mean," she fumbled, "obviously just call me Lucy. This is Lockwood and George."

Learning her name finally made it click where you'd heard of the other agency. "Oh, you solved the Annabel Ward case! I remember seeing it on the news, you're amazing!"

Kipps elbowed you without subtlety, but you didn't miss the way Lucy's face changed. It was only brief, but there was a flicker of pride and something like awe.

"I was going to say the same to you!" Clearly she hadn't noticed Kipps' reaction, nor the unusual look her boss was shooting her. "I'd give anything to have been there when you fought that Rawbones, it sounded so impressive."

"Well," Lockwood chipped in at last, "when you get fed up of Kipps you know where to find us to exchange stories and advice." The flash of a glare he shot your boss was sharp as a rapier, but he smiled warmly at you.

You returned the smile. "Either way, I'm sure we'll run into each other again." Lucy met your eyes again, but where before she'd stared intensely, now she quickly averted her gaze. Odd. Kipps led you away before you could address the matter further.

—

Nearly two months went by without so much as a glimpse of Lockwood & Co. Part of you wondered whether Kipps was intentionally avoiding them, but you knew that was irrational - even he couldn't predict their movements all the time.

This proved true one Saturday afternoon, when you were sent on a last-minute errand to Satchell's. Your team was out of flares, Kat had said, and Fittes wouldn't get an official restock until Monday. Armed with your rapier, a wad of petty cash, and firm instructions not to return empty handed, you hailed a cab across town. It was a pleasant enough day, but you didn't much feel like walking. Best to get the supplies and get back to whichever task Kipps no doubt had lined up for you next.

Kipps wasn't a bad team leader, not by any stretch of the imagination. He was fair, mucking in on tasks and never asking anyone to do something he wouldn't be willing to do himself, and caring enough to always check in after a case. Nonetheless, it was clear this rivalry with the other agency had had an impact on him and made him so desperate to push himself, and by extension his team, to higher and higher standards. Frankly, it was a little exhausting.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't realise you were running on autopilot until you reached for the handle to Satchell's door and another hand came to rest over yours. A streak of blue appeared in the corner of your eye, and you looked up to see a familiar brunette.

"Lucy, hi!"

The other girl jumped a little. "Oh, (name) I'm so sorry, I was in my own world there." You waved the apology away with your free hand, glancing briefly at the other under hers. She noticed, following your gaze, and quickly snatched hers back with a nervous chuckle. No longer at risk of accidentally smacking her with the door, you opened it and gestured for her to go ahead. She stepped in, reaching back to hold it open from within for you.

Inside was a maze of weaponry. Shelves upon shelves of neat packaging stamped with the Satchell's logo; you recognised many of them, of course, salt bombs and Greek fire and lavender water, but there didn't seem to be much logic to how they were laid out. Turning one corner brought you face to face with floor-to-ceiling silver-glass. Where did you start?

You'd frozen on the spot, and Lucy was a little way ahead of you before she faltered. She must have realised you were no longer behind her.

"Everything okay?"

You nodded unconvincingly. "Fine, I just… haven't actually been in here before."

"Oh, it's easy enough to find your way around once you know. They sort of organise by intensity so you can't get someone popping in the door and making off with an armful of bomb flares." You both giggled at the thought. "But, um, I can show you around a bit if you know what you're looking for?"

You felt your smile ignite, but she continued hurriedly without noticing. "Only if you want, I mean, the staff are super helpful here and they probably know more than me. Not that you can't figure it out on your own, you seem like one of those cool independent types so-"

Finally, you cut her off with a gentle hand on her arm. She stopped talking instantly, like you'd managed to find a secret 'off' switch, and actually looked as though she'd short-circuited entirely. Cautiously, shyly, you slid your hand down and through until your arm was linked with hers. 'Off' no longer pressed, she sprung back to life with a fierce blush.

As Lucy led you round the shop, she chatted away about the different types of defences on offer. She’d taken you to the flares you were looking for first, of course, but when you made no move to leave she took you along to gather her own supplies. She’d seemed so jittery at first, you almost worried she was uncomfortable having you there, but the more she spoke about her experience making her own salt bombs and the run-in she had with a bunch of ghostly monks and a bomb flare, the more confident she became. Something about seeing her so in her element helped you to relax as well. It broke the ice.

“So what’s it like at Lockwood and Co?” you asked eventually. You’d been curious about the other agency ever since that first meeting - nothing about them had been expected, and you wondered if maybe the impression Kipps had given was more biased than you thought.

Lucy glanced at you, arm deep in a shelf stocked to the brim with vials of lavender water (they stock from the back, she’d advised, so the fresh ones are the hardest to reach). She hadn’t expected the question, but the answer came naturally. “Great, actually. I came to London hoping to get in with one of the big agencies like Fittes, but I didn’t have any of the right papers so I ended up there as sort of a last resort. It was difficult to get used to at first, they’re not exactly by-the-book as you’ve probably heard from Kipps, but now I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Lockwood and George are like family.”

The final part hit you like a ton of bricks. That was what you’d felt missing in your team. They were all good people and had quickly grown to be your friends, but they didn’t feel like family. Fittes didn’t feel like home. And here was this girl, who before today had barely had a full conversation with you, guiding you round the shop like it was nothing and telling you how this funny little agency was just that. Home. A weight you didn’t even realise you’d been carrying shifted, working its way up from the pit in your stomach to your chest where it settled, resolute yet comforting.

You realised you were now the one staring when Lucy waved a fistful of vials at you. “I think that’s me sorted,” she nodded to the smartly dressed man at the till. You picked up your basket of flares from the ground, wrapping your other hand around the wad of cash in your pocket, and followed her lead.

—

The rosy hues of evening were beginning to drift across the sky when the two of you emerged onto the high street. You hadn’t realised how long it had been; Kipps would be wondering where you were. The weight in your chest and the smile on your face told you that you didn’t much care. Now that the temperature had dropped a couple of degrees it was much more pleasant, and a gentle breeze ruffled your hair, carrying a soft floral scent. There were no flowers nearby, and you wondered whether it came from the girl beside you. It was lovely, whatever it was.

“Thanks again Lucy, I’d still be lost in the first set of shelves if it wasn’t for you.” The laugh that got from her was as fresh as the breeze, and you couldn’t help but smile wider. It gave you the courage to continue and ask, “Could I walk you home?”

Lucy frowned, and you worried it was too forward. You’ve only met her twice, for goodness sake. “Isn’t Fittes the other way? I don’t want to drag you all the way across town for no reason.”

That was hopeful - she wasn’t concerned about your intentions but for your wellbeing. “I don’t really want to head back just yet,” you admitted. “Besides, you’ve got more bags than me, the least I can do is give you a hand after all your help in there.” She tried to protest, but you held out a hand and with some reluctance she handed one over until you had two each. “There’s something I need to ask Lockwood too, so…”

This was turning out to be a day full of surprises, because you couldn’t possibly have predicted what Lucy said next. “Oh, he’s single, if that’s what you want to know.”

All the breath in your chest rushed out at once, the weight pressing hard on your lungs. “What?”

Your shock was mirrored on her face. “I just… after you were both talking about meeting again in the Archives… and since he’s a bit of a charmer and you’re gorgeous, I figured-” The words died in her her throat as the blush returned, this time reaching up to the tip of her ears and down past the collar of her playsuit.

You fought to keep your smile from breaking into a full-blown grin. The poor girl looked like she wanted nothing more than for the pavement to open up and swallow her whole, and while it was so tempting to tease her a little and see how far that blush could spread you resisted. Plenty of time for that, if you’d read things right. For now, you gave a light chuckle. “Thanks, but I don’t think I’ve been charmed by him.” You tried your best to give the right amount of emphasis on the fact it wasn’t by him, but it didn’t seem to help. Maybe you’d misunderstood. You hoped not. Maybe she was just embarrassed and not thinking about it properly. At any rate, she didn’t shy away when you tucked in close for the walk back.

—

Lucy paced anxiously through the library. George was curled in one of the armchairs with a comic; you and Lockwood were away in the living room, discussing goodness knows what. She hadn’t dared to ask any further on the walk home. She’d eventually plucked up the nerve to talk to you again after what she’d said (why on earth had she said it in the first place, she wondered) and found you to be so easy to talk to. You’d told her about life at Fittes, she’d told you about life in Portland Row. It sounded fun, chaotic at times but in a good way.

“Will you please sit down before you wear a hole in the carpet,” George groaned. Lucy sighed dramatically, but obeyed and slumped into the other chair. The lamplight cast unusual shadows across her face - it was well into the evening now, curfew had descended, so clearly whatever you had to discuss was of vital importance or you’d have gone back to Fittes by now.

“What do you think they’re talking about?”

George didn’t look up. “I really couldn’t say, I don’t know her well enough.”

“Exactly, and Lockwood doesn’t know her very well either, so if she is trying to ask him out then-”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” George interrupted, dropping his comic with uncharacteristic urgency. “You really think that’s why she’s here?” He studied Lucy for a moment - the way she kept glancing at the door like she expected them to walk in hand in hand, the way her index finger tapped rapidly where her hand rested on the arm of the chair, the way her lip wasn’t curled with disgust or outrage but quivering with upset. “Oh my god, you’re jealous!”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Obviously I’m jealous, George. I know what it’s like with girls like her, they’re always one step ahead or one move beyond me. Just because they’re pretty it means they get everything.”

George’s comic was thoroughly neglected now, this was far more interesting. He had his suspicions about why she was reacting like this, but knew her well enough that he couldn’t just come out and say them or she’d deny it. She had to realise for herself. “Riiight, you’re jealous that she gets Lockwood and you don’t.”

Her nose wrinkled, the first confirmation of his theory. “Ew, no. He’s like my brother. I just don’t think it’s fair, is all. She’s been so sweet all day but as soon as there’s a better option I fade into the background again.”

Second and third confirmation: Lucy thought you were sweet (and he remembered she’d said pretty before, a fourth point on the tally) and, whether she realised it or not, had just called herself an option. George was getting more certain by the minute. God, as much as it hurt seeing her think so low of herself, he had to admit it was amusing trying to make her see that perhaps the ‘better option’ was the person you’d gushed over and pointedly said you hoped to see again and whose arm you’d been hanging off the whole afternoon, not the person you’d barely said five words to. “Got it, so you’re just jealous on principle, not of her specifically.”

“Right!” she said confidently.

“And it's nothing to do with you having feelings?”

“Right,” she said less confidently.

George didn’t say another word, just pushed himself up from the armchair and left the room.

Five minutes later, he returned with Lockwood in tow. The taller boy didn’t fully enter the library, just leaned round the door with an excitable twinkle in his eye.

“Ah, Luce, I was just about to give (name) a demonstration of the training area, if you want to come and help? I’m not sure her mind’s really on training at the moment.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, but Lucy only looked more disappointed than ever.

George grumbled under his breath, low enough that Lucy wouldn’t hear. “Is that your best attempt at acting coy?”

“Coy?” Lockwood hissed back. “I thought I was helping her realise that (name)’s crush isn’t on me, it’s on h-” A sharp elbow in his side cut him off. He returned to normal volume. “Anyway, she’s also going to stay over tonight, if you’re okay sharing your bed? Or I can always put her in-”

Lucy shot up. “No, no, I can share.” Her gaze flickered to George, who gave her a triumphantly smug grin. “And don’t worry about the training, I’ll go with her.” Lockwood matched the other boy’s grin, and ducked out again.

George made his way back to the armchair, Lucy’s eyes following him the whole way. Her expression was a conflicted mess - irritation at proving him right, amazement at her newly discovered feelings, worry and hope all blended together.

“So you were jealous that she might like Lockwood, but not for the reason you thought?” he asked gently. It wasn’t you she was jealous of, seeming to get his attention, but him for getting yours.

She shook her head, tears beginning to well as her lower lip wobbled. “Okay fine, you win, I have feelings! Still doesn’t change the fact she went straight for him. She doesn't like me the way… the way I like her.”

There was no more amusement to be had from this, and it broke George’s heart to see one of his closest friends so upset. He stood and pulled her into a hug, feeling her sniffle into his shoulder. “You know it was you she was talking to when she said about running into us again, right?” Lucy pulled back and looked at him incredulously, puffy cheeks bearing the telltale streaks of tears. She reached up and wiped them away vigorously with her cuffs. “And when Lockwood said she’s too distracted to train it’s not because she’s flirting with him, it’s because she didn’t shut up about you the whole time she was asking to join the agency.” Immediately, Lucy stopped scrubbing at her face. In fact, she stopped crying all together.

“She what?”

“Something about you showing her how much she was missing having a family, and she wants to be part of yours. And she has a bag of flares which technically she’s now stolen from Kipps to sweeten the deal, if you’ll have her. Lockwood said it’s your call.”

Lucy’s frantic rubbing resumed, trying to erase any evidence of her crying even as she hastily made her way to the door. George called after her, “Does this mean you finally acknowledge that I’m always right?” He laughed at the chain of expletives he got in response.

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You were alone in the basement, admiring the collection of rapiers and trying not to overthink what was taking Lockwood so long, when Lucy came barrelling down the stairs. She skidded to a halt in front of you, breathing heavily and as flushed as she had been earlier.

“You were flirting with me?!” she gasped.

“I… yes?”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

“That’s generally how flirting works, love.” Her face grew redder at the pet name. “You only just realised?”

She cast her eyes upwards. “George helped. I thought you were just being nice to get to Lockwood.”

“I told you it wasn’t him I was charmed by.” You wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She folded willingly into you, burying her incredibly warm face in the front of your blouse. The heat sparked something in your chest.

“You didn’t say it like that!” she whined.

“Well you know what I just realised?”

“What?”

“How cute you are when you’re flustered.”

“Really?” Her hands ran slowly down your back, coming to rest on your waist, and her eyes met yours before gliding down to your lips.

“No, of course not - I realised in the Archives.”

She smiled shyly, melting your heart even more. “I can’t believe you think I’m cute.”

You dragged her even closer, reaching up to boop her nose which made her scrunch her whole face up in the most adorable way. Your hand continued to the back of her neck, gently bringing her face towards yours. Perhaps you could make her even more flustered.

Lucy had other ideas. Her hands on your waist gripped tightly as she bounced up to meet you, lips soft and sweet yet firm and passionate. Her intensity took your breath away, and you felt your knees buckle. She held you strong, backing you up against the wall for support. You gasped a little into the kiss, trying to regain some air, and she did the same when your hand wound its way into her hair. When you both ran out of ways to breathe, you broke apart, but her hand found yours and yours never left her waist.

“Kipps is going to be absolutely fuming when he hears about all this,” she murmured with a grin.

“Oh trust me, I can’t wait to tell him myself. I quit, I’ve joined a better agency, and I get to be with one of the most amazing agents - one of the most amazing people - I've ever met.”

“I could say the same.” She puffed up her chest, pulled a face and lowered her voice in a silly impression of your now-former boss. “Allow me to introduce (name), one of the most prestigious agents in the country and my girlfriend… if you want to be?” Her voice returned to normal and she bit her lip nervously.

“There’s nothing I’d want more,” you smiled as you leant in to kiss her again.

#lockwood & co x reader #lucy carlyle x reader #lucy carlyle #fem!reader #save lockwood and co #lockwood & co fic

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pit babe ep 4 thoughts

the anxiety. the anxietyyyyyy

there's not much to say but here i am, feeling the urge to spit out my thoughts regardless. in no particular order:

- the contrast between babe/way in the past, looking soft and hopeful, and them in present time HIT. they showed that really well with the color scheme, their clothes and hair, etc. . i consciously tried to stay away from the book spoilers but i DID see the way-mindcontrol-thing and uhhhhhh yeah. pretty sure that's 100% confirmed now.

- all babe really seems to want is to feel loved and prioritised and baby, i could give you that and more. call me..............

- charlie annoyed the shit out of me this episode 😭 now that they've put it into text that he's scheming something with jeff, even though it was already more than clear, the way he spoke about not letting babe ruin his plan....... rancid vibes. HOWEVER... i'm still holding out hope that he's more conflicted about his feelings for babe than he's letting on. and him being upfront about not being able to tell babe why he was being shady with jeff right now did make me feel hopeful about that being in the cards for the future. PLEASE. i can't deal with this anxiety.

- i'm like 99.9% sure that charlie was the one who hired the goons. probably in order to gain back babe's trust. horrible if true. (loving it.)

- jeff is already SO gone for alan...... fuck. next episode and the Accusation is going to hurt.

- i absolutely loved the scene with babe and tony. once more, as always, pavel was acting his ass off. that pent-up pain and rage felt incredibly real. i hope all of tony's adopted kids end up beating him to a pulp together. (he's still so hot though.)

- jeff's powers are SO cool and SO horrible at the same time. it gives context to him wanting to avoid being touched. the possibility of seeing horrible fortunes..... yeah. i hope he doesn't get an awful vision regarding alan in the future.

- can't remember his name for the life of me but bow-and-arrow guy is super hot. ik he's gonna get with way but i wish he could hook up with tony's right-hand-man and persuade him to change sides instead.

- kim continues to be an upstanding guy. love him. love that he cares so much about his principles that he's willing to beat up his own teammate. keep going baby

- i thought i was mentally prepared to see babe lose control of his car (and winner's gleeful face) but no. watching that felt fucking awful. we know babe's gonna be alright but holy fuck that escalated so hard. like......... attempted murder is a possibility??? 😭

- HOW IS THE X-HUNTER TEAM THAT USELESS. letting charlie run to The Scene before any security or first aid staff........ clowns, all of them.

OK I'M DONE. "there's not much to say" and yet..... i can't wait for the next episode. this story could go SO many ways and they seem to be moving along quickly but we've got heaps left to go so. i'm super excited for the twists and turns in the future.

p.s.: babe please call me i would worship you

#this showwwww...... this show. i love it so fucking much #pit babe the series #pit babe #thai bl

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 2 months

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The zoomer anon, you know that official works with the malice part remind how I got into comics

“Man I love this complex character I sure do-aaaand the next writer character assassinate the living fuck out of them because of personal bias or editorial mandates”

I could work at the marvel and dc comic divisions, I would either murder about 50% of my coworkers or burn down the HQs

Actually both most likely sorry with modern “takes” on Tony stark, Damian Wayne, and dear LORD what they did to Starfire and Barbra Gordan

I often wonder

“How the FUCK did these writers went with such interpretations?!”

Welcome to the pain of being a long time comic reader, my friend.

I've said a few times that I gave up on Marvel with Civil War, but what made me give up on mainstream comics as a whole was twofold. One, I hated the New 52 reboot. It ripped everything up everything I liked about DC and replaced it with cheap knockoffs and diversity hires. But after Rebirth, I started to soften a bit on DC. I read a few of the Scott Snyder Batman comics and didn't hate them. But the thing that really intrigued me was Peter Tomasi's Super Sons. I discovered it late into the run through image sets and meta a mutual from my old, non-politcs blog posted and it looked like a lot of fun. I heard the book was ending and I decided to wait until it was done to start reading it properly, so I could have a nice contained story to read and maybe use as a jumping on point to dip my toes back into DC full time. Maybe I'd even finally get into Superman, which I've tried a few times over the years, but he'd never really caught on with me the way Batman did.

Then I heard what Bendis did to Jon Kent, and I realized there was no point in ever getting invested in any of the Big Two ever again. Anything you like will inevitably be changed, and changed in a big, negative way. Editorial mandates and writers with a grudge against a character will always find a way to mess up anything that manages to somehow be good. Mainstream comics is a fully compromised art form. The days of Denny O'Neil, Chuck Dixon, Greg Rucka, Chris Claremont and the like were well and truly dead. The days of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby seem like a fever dream, because how could comics ever actually be that good?

Honestly, the best thing that could happen to our favorite characters is entering the public domain. The horrible takes will multiply, but there will at least be a non-zero chance of seeing a long running story with those characters done right for the first time in years, if not decades.

Until then, if that ever happens, we either reread the books we used to love and ignore the rest, or we try to find new voices outside of mainstream comics. For the latter, I can't recommend Eric July's Rippaverse enough. They even have Chuck Dixon writing for them now, and his first book, Alphacore, was great.

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Burns ~ Tony Stark

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! This is a plus size reader and a soulmate prompt where you have similar markings as your soulmate.

Ever since you turned 25 years old, you noticed burns and bruises form down your arms. You weren’t noticing these earlier but you must have recently got these with your soulmate. For a long time, you believed you did not have a soulmate. Now he or she has finally showed up.

You were so surprised but why did you have to get their burns. It hurts so much every day. It’s like working in a factory with heat. But you know your soulmate is not very happy about you. I mean who would like cellulite marks on their bodies and wrinkle marks where fat is. Stretch marks on top of it. It is disgusting.

What you did not know is Tony Stark, the playboy, billionaire, philanthropist was your soulmate. Ever since Pepper left as his secretary, he had to find someone who could fill that space. He knew his soulmate was somewhere because he started to see stretch marks where he had not used to see. While his mindset on women is the skinny broads, he realized that he would not mind someone on the thicker side.

You were looking for a job in New York and noticed Stark Industries was looking for a secretary. You used to do secretary work in your hometown so you applied immediately. Sure you did not look the part but you did keep a mean schedule. You were called in for an interview by Tony Stark for Monday.

As Monday rolled around, your nerves were going crazy. You dressed your best professional wear and drove to Stark Industries. A button up blouse, a black skirt, and black flats. You noticed the system JARVIS allowed you in and you saw Tony Stark in a lab.

“Morning. You must be the new secretary. Tony Stark.” He said as he held out his hand which was smeared with oil and grease.

“Y/n L/n. What do you mean new secretary?” You asked.

“I went ahead and hired you. You’ll live here in Stark Industries. Don’t worry about it beautiful.” He said nonchalantly.

“I don’t know what to say.” You said softly.

“Don’t say a word about it. Just take the position.” Tony said as you smiled.

“I will.” You said as he grinned.

“Perfect. You start tomorrow. Come on, let’s have a drink.” He said as you blushed.

“Bu-But-”

"Nothing! We need to celebrate this!" Tony said proudly before pulling out some scotch and two glasses.

As Tony picked up two glasses, one of them shattered on the floor and a few shards of glass cut your leg.

"Ow!!" You both said loudly. Tony froze looking at your leg and his which suddenly also began to bleed. Your mind raced as you knew what this meant. Tony Stark is your soulmate and you had to go.

You booked it with your bleeding leg back to your car in his garage. As you began to start it up and pull a first aid kid out of the backseat, you saw Tony was immediately behind your car so you couldn't leave. You sighed and rolled down your window.

"Mr. Stark please move now." You said as he crossed his arms.

"I'm not moving till you let me come sit with you and explain." Tony said as you sighed again. The doors unlocked and Tony got into the front seat.

"How's your leg?" Tony asked as you hissed.

"It will be fine. I just have to clean it and bandage. Yours?" You questioned as he smiled softly.

"I wrapped it before I came out here. I feel like we need to discuss what occurred." Tony said as you finished placing the bandage.

"What is there to talk about? You are soulmates with a fat chick that's your secretary. That's what this is about. Just go ahead and fire me and we do not have to see each other." You rambled before feeling Tony's hand on yours.

"Y/n please let me speak." He said softly before you sighed.

"Go ahead." You said as he turned your face to look at him.

"I knew my soulmate was thicker than most girls I have dated. I was honestly happy to see someone different. Just imagining holding your warm and soft body against mine will be a change. Just having someone who is a lot softer will make my life so much different. When you first walked into the building, my mind was already set on asking you out. It wasn't until the glass shattering that it gave me assurance to ask you out." Tony said.

"But I'm just some fat girl." You sighed.

"But I do not care. You've had to deal with my injuries of creating Iron Man and I'm surprised you don't hate me. You are not just "some fat girl". You are so much more and I would love to prove that to you." He said as you chuckled.

"I honestly thought you worked in a factory." You said as he threw his head back and laughed.

"Please give me a chance as your soulmate Y/n. I promise to treat you well." Tony said as you were blushing.

"I will." You said as he kissed your lips. It felt like a missing puzzle piece fit right in and your lips moulded so well.

When you broke off the kiss, you turned your car off so the two of you could go back into Stark Industries where you moved in later and became his soulmate for a long time.

#marvel #marvel fluff #marvel soulmate #marvel soulmate au #marvel tony stark #marvel tony stark x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel one shot #marvel soulmate fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #soulmate au #tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff #tony stark x you

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Devil may cry headcanons

My close friend helped me with a lot of these :3

Dante

Dante is most probably ace , I feel like he would gladly have a platonic relationship with someone. He will hit on someone no problem but when it becomes serious he's very awkward in the beginning.

He is amazing at cooking but will drop plates and doesnt know how to use a damn dishwasher.

He also loves cuddles, will probably attack anyone as soon as he feels comfortable enough.

He goes to bars but is past the tony redgrave era so tries to cut down on it.

Hes there more for the people.

Vergil

Is uptight but in the morning will be very nice. He will stumble about with a book and tea, sitting down with hair drapsed over eyes and a baggy shirt with underwear. Nero would think it's dante but would be horribly mistaken.

Hes a lazy cat; this man will stretch out on the sofa, dante would get annoyed but too unbothered to care and ends up snoring which annoys vergil who was trying to read. Dante will pick the channel but as soon as he sleeps vergil changes it. Dante then awakens and goes "I was watching that" and vergil will say "you were asleep" leading to a huge argument but they both end up dozing off on the sofa anyway.

He snores gently but has nightmares so must be wrapped like a caccoon in a blanket which he doesnt like anyone else seeing.

He thinks he is too good for the "human boundries of gender" and "how dare they trap me into a catagory out of my genitail"

So he uses any pronouns but prefers he/they, will never tell anyone it because he just doesnt care.

Nero

This man knows how to do chores, frightiningly well so that patty forced dante to hire him to clear up dantes mess. Dante of course doesnt comply in the beggining but nero "doesnt need payment" and dante was right on board.

He wants to baby his kids like vergil never did and gets scared he doesnt do it correctly. However at least he knows what not to be like -dante, vergil.

Has an mp3 player and will use it in battle. Has cast aside the dmc 4 headphones for a simple clean pair of wired earbuds. He uses wireless earbuds for his phone at home- he doesnt bring it out to missions as it will get damaged.

He listens to metallica and twenty one pilots.

#dmc #devil may cry #headcanon

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Masterlist

Hey! Below the cut are my somewhat decent fanfic writings. Enjoy :)

Last Updated: 28/05

KEY: 🎶 = Songfic | 💔 = angst | 💚 = fluff | 🌶 = kinda spicy | 🤗 = comfort

MARVEL

Loki Laufeyson

Series

Mischief & Trickery (ON HOLD) 💚

Medea Daegandottir, the Goddess of Trickery, loves spicing things up in the Asgardian palace. Adding her best friend Loki into the mix could only bring more chaos. What could possibly go wrong? The answer, many things

Debt Paid (ONGOING) 💔

A mortal woman’s debt to the Grim Reaper, Loki, is paid in a deal that could cost her everything.

Mini-Series

Into the MCU (COMPLETE) 💚

As an inventor, you try to create a device that allows you to shift realities. What happens when you land into the MCU?

The Price of Deception (ONGOING) 💔

After discovering Loki’s failed attempt at taking over Earth, his family confronts him and he must earn their forgiveness.

The Seduction Game (ONGOING) 🌶

As two deadly assassins, you and Loki are hired to kill each other. However, when you meet, you can’t resist using your seductive tactics on each other, leading to a dangerous game of desire and deception.

Oneshots

Three Words; Fifteen Letters; One Expletive 💔💚

You're Stuck With Me Now 💚

Drunken Words 💚

You Tell Her, Or I Will 💚

Accidental Confessions 💚

Close Quarters 💚

His Protector 💚

Heat Wave 💔

The Space Between 💚

Love's Debut 💚

Fortune Favours the Mischievous 💚

Love on the Line 💚

Shattered Dreams 💔

Drabbles

By Your Side 💚

Avengers Assemble...to Deal with Lokitty! 💚

Drunk and In Love 💚

Captive Hearts 💚

Healing the Enemy 🤗

Tom Hiddleston

Oneshots

Fanfiction 💚🌶

Almost too Late! 💚

I've Got You 💔🤗

Ever the Gentleman 💚🤗

Friends with the Green-Eyed Monster 💔

James Conrad

Drabbles

Campfire Confessions 💚

Benedict Cumberbatch

Oneshots

The "L" Word 💚

Doctor Strange

Series

Beyond the Pages (ONGOING) 💚

It was just your weekly trip to the comic-book store. While looking for a comic for your collection, you stumble upon an old-looking book, with an odd combination of symbols on the cover. You, being drawn to the weirdness of it, pick it up and open the cover. A strange force surrounded your person; and the next thing you knew, you were waking up on the steps of what looked to be 177A Bleecker Street. What had you gotten yourself into?

Mini-Series

The Great Escape (COMPLETE) 💔

Based upon a request

A Love Torn Asunder (COMPLETE) 💔 can be 💚

Y/n becomes pregnant with Doctor Strange’s baby, but Stephen is uncertain about their future together and leaves the reader with a hard decision to make.

A Spoonful of Sugar (ONGOING) 💚

Once, after a battle, you visited Stephen with some of your delicious home-made pastries to help him feel better. Eventually that became a ritual.

Oneshots

You've Been Here All This Time? 💚

Oops...? 💚

Sleepy Realisations 💚

Tony Was Wrong. 💚

Practice Makes Perfect 💚

Bloodied and Bruised 💔

The Strange Approach 💚

The Ghost of Kamar-Taj 💚

Knight in a Sentient Cloak 💚

I'm Here, Whenever You're Ready 🤗

From the Pages of History 💚

Undercover Rhythm 🎶

Shattered Sanctum 💔

Drabbles

Forever; Endlessly 💔

Beyond the Broken Hands 💚

The Healing Touch 💚

An Apprenticeship with a Twist 💚

The Blip's Silver Lining 💚

A Clumsy Pursuit 💚

Sherlock Holmes

Oneshots

Under the Lamppost 💚

Drabbles

The Case of the Broken Hearted Stranger 💚

A Love that Defies Conventions 💚

The Second Anderson 💚

Crime and Chemistry 💚

Navigating the Grey Area 💚

Bucky Barnes

Oneshots

Healing Hearts 💚

Drabbles

Betrayal in the Shadows 💔

The Calm After the Storm 🤗

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

Rupert Giles

Oneshots

Threads of Redemption 💔💚

Accidental Slumber 💚

Spike

Oneshots

The Dance of the Shadows 💚

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the-sinister-story-teller · 16 days

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He Lied..?

A/n; This is my own Loki fanfiction, I'll put a link to previous chapters below at the end of the post!

Chapter number: 4

It all went by so fast in your eyes. First, you got hired at Stark Industries. Then, you nearly got hit by some weird green blur, and next thing you knew you were harboring some God Of Mischief with bad daddy issues....Or...Issues in general. Just yesterday you found out he got jealous of Thor due to him flirting with you, despite you insisting he was just being nice. Loki knew Thor like the back of his hand though, and he knew his intentions with you. Though, he wouldn't describe them. That'd be to lewd. You were reading on your couch, after a long day of dealing with the aftermath of the Avengers missions at the tower. You sighed with ease, as on the opposite side of the couch, sat Loki, who was also buried in a book. It was a quiet afternoon, and neither of you minded that. It was soothing and relaxing just silently being in one another's presence. Loki couldn't help but tear his eyes away from his book to glance up at you. You had been in a baggy sweater, shorts, and house slippers. You had a soft smile as you read the book, occasionally snickering to yourself. He quietly hummed to himself, and can't help himself than to admire the beauty before him. You were like an exotic sight to the eye to him. You were beyond gorgeous, not to mention your personality was to die for. You felt his eyes staring at you, and you couldn't hold back your small smirk from this. Everything was so peaceful between you two...That was, until your heads turned to the door, hearing a knock.

"Who's here at this hour...?" You muttered, standing up, your expression changing to one of skepticism. You made your way to the front door, opening it to see none other than Tony Stark himself. "Oh! Mr Stark! Uh...What are you doing here at this hour?" You asked, tilting your head in mild confusion.

"Miss L/N. I know it's late and I'm sure you're exhausted from work," He sympathized, before sighing and continuing, "I've only come to check on how things are with reindeer games. I hope he isn't causing trouble. Plus, I apologize for putting this on you, and the fact that the building process is taking so long." He explained as you hummed in understanding.

"Right! Uh...Loki is in the living room right now!" You hummed, letting Tony in. From hearing his voice, Loki looked up swiftly, grabbing his original cuffs out his pocket and swiftly putting them, tossing the book to the side. Tony entered, narrowing his eyes at the cuffs, tugging a bit to make sure they were locked, before backing up.

"He hasn't been causing trouble, has he?" Tony asked, turning to Y/n with a raised brow in skepticism. You nodded happily.

"He has actually been doing the opposite! He's great company to have!" You said, which made Loki look up at you with just as much skepticism as Tony has.

"That's...Hard to believe Ms L/n." Tony huffed, crossing his arms, his eyes narrowed at Loki, as Loki gave a shit eating smirk in response.

"It's true! Believe it or not, he actually made breakfast for me this morning."

"Exactly Tony, I'm sure you understand? After all, not often you get proved wrong." Loki retorted, leaning back into the arm of the couch, have a wide smirk plastered onto his lips. You giggled quietly at this as Tony shook his head from annoyance.

"Alright Miss Rainbows and Sunshine." Tony sarcastically joked as you laughed more, "I gotta go. Can't leave Peter and Thor alone." He huffed, leaving abruptly, making you jump a bit. Once he was gone Loki cleared his throat to snatch your attention.

"Uh, Y/n? These cuffs won't get off my wrists themselves." He spoke teasingly as you rolled your eyes playfully, undoing the cuffs as he rolled his wrists a bit, lifting the book up again. "I can smell his cologne from the behind the door egh." He groaned a bit, making you snicker as you plopped yourself on the couch, relaxing softly. It didn't take long before you fell asleep in the fetal position, shivering a bit. Loki sighed, taking the blanket perched at the head of the couch, placing it on top of you, smiling softly as you began to stop shivering. The smile soon left his face as he sat down, resting his face in the palms of his hands, groaning quietly. Truth was, he was planning his escape, but because he got attached to you, he was contemplating if he should really do it. You have began to trust him, and he didn't want to break that trust he had formed with you...

Eventually enough, you woke up, oversleeping your normal alarm. You groaned in annoyance, rushing to get off the couch, and into your room to get dressed. Once you left, in a hurry, you didn't check on Loki.

"Bye Loki! I'm in a hurry, so I'll cook dinner tonight! I'll be back soon, have a good day!" You called out, rushing out the house...What you didn't know was that Loki wasn't home at the moment, and in fact left. You arrived to the Avengers tower, sighing softly seeing them rushing around before catching eyes of Steve, suited up. "Sorry I'm late guys, I accidentally fell asleep on my couch and my phone was dead." You explained pitifully, and Steve shook his head.

"Was Loki with you!?" He snapped making you stammer...You never checked his room so you paused...Did he leave? No...He wouldn't. He promised you that you could trust him! He wouldn't break your trust...Would he? "Y/N!! Where. Is. Loki!?" He shouted, making you hyperventilate, as Peter came running to you, alert of your current state.

Holding your shoulders gently, he panted, suited up. "Y/n. Do you know where Loki is..?" He quietly muttered to you.

"I-I...He...He was in his room in my apartment.." You muttered and Peter nodded, putting his mask on. "W-Wait guys! What's even going on!?"

"Reindeer games is gone. I knew I shouldn't have left him with you." Tony groaned, his mask shielding his face.

"It wasn't my fault!" You exclaimed...But you felt guilty. If it weren't for your neglect, he wouldn't have gotten away. But what hurt most, was the fact that...

"He lied to you."

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#loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki x reader #female reader #x reader #loki

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triviareads · 3 months

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I see what you mean about bitchy heroes. I like them if they are mean but not too mean if that makes sense. And they can't be a*holes to the heroine. Do you have other recs like that?

It's a fine line! Bitchy heroes to me are like, a particular niche that I don't see very often in newer historical romances; you have the grumpy ones that are closed off initially, the repressed ones, the *revenge* focused ones, the ones who hate the heroine initially and argue with her a lot..... but that doesn't make them bitchy imo. Bitchiness is a mindset.

St. Vincent from Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas: The thing about St. Vincent is, he's never particularly dangerous (see: his flop kidnapping attempt), BUT he is definitely a bitch to Evie in the beginning of DiW, like the time he, ya know, calls her a bitch, and also the general bitchiness of lines like "I'd never be so bourgeois to sleep with my own wife".

Nikolas Angelovsky from Prince of Dreams by Lisa Kleypas: Definitely a bitch when he threatens Emma's suitor into leaving her, gets her drunk, sleeps with her, and announces that he thought about marrying her since she was 13 after he gifted her a tiger to spite her dad, whose wife he kidnapped.

Tony from Theory of Earls by Kathleen Ayers: The kind of man who's told he's hot so often, he doesn't think twice of asking a debutante to perform the piano for him in only her chemise, and umtimately compromising her when she asked his help to compromise someone else. BUT the wildest thing about Tony is something he says when he finds out the Maggie is pregnant which...... I was NOT expecting. Was the redemption fully realized? idk but he's hot so I forgive him.

Anthony Bridgerton from The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn: He is. I won't elaborate.

Blackburn (aka FIGGY) from That Scandalous Evening by Christina Dodd: He's angry, confused, still turned on by Jane's *obsession* once his nude sculpture goes public, and the humiliation doesn't stop him from accosting her when she tries to apologize and press her hand to his dick and going "note the difference".

Kerrich from Rules of Engagement by Christina Dodd: Doesn't think twice about buying a child to gain respectability and hiring a governess who he IMMEDIATELY starts chasing after all while being very confused why he's into this "ugly" woman.

Asa Makepeace from Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt: Generally bitchy to Eve re her looks and buttoned-up vibe initially but he's super butthurt when she declines to paint him naked :(

Godric from Outrageous by Minerva Spencer: Again, not dangerous but he spent the entire prior book weirdly stalking the hero and heroine and generally being a little weirdo which understandably got the hero's sister Eva so concerned she kidnapped him.

#see theyre not particularly dangerous #but theyre very cutting and snarky #also more than half of them are blond #kathleen ayers #Elizabeth Hoyt #minerva spencer #christina dodd #julia quinn #bridgerton #lisa kleypas #historical romance #romance novels #book recs

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captainsimagines · 1 year

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pretty woman, this is me trying || thirteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(13/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: guilt; overthinking; loneliness; reference to past SA

Word Count: 1,750+

It’s cruel to be introduced to companionship after you’ve been lonely for so long. What is a person to do when it’s suddenly ripped from their grasp? There is no possibility of acting normal, of forgetting it. You end up feeling even lonelier than you did before. Like what you felt before wasn’t loneliness at all.

Even your coffee didn’t taste good as you watched the morning news.

Christmas news.

The notification from your bank didn’t help either. You were going to murder Tony Stark.

You had spent Christmas alone for two years now, this being the third. But you had scheduled it that way. Your dates were on Christmas Eve, and Christmas was meant for you. This year, however, you had hoped to spend it with a friend. With someone you loved.

Routine came naturally: Make the bed, make the coffee, check your phone, turn on the television. Your plan for the rest of the day was to binge watch a new series or read a book. Dinner was to be simple and snacks had been stocked since last week. There was a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge. But there were two glasses set out for tonight. Lainey’s and yours.

It would have been the first time using Lainey’s glass since she died. You would have poured Bucky’s drink in it.

Oh, God. You told Bucky you loved him and he didn’t even seem to catch it. Was your luck that shit? Or was this a consequence of your actions? You avoided looking at the Christmas tree in the corner of your living room, avoided looking at the small gift for Bucky underneath.

A knock at your front door had your heart bursting through your cardigan, anticipation for one person in particular overwhelming your senses. Though, as you inched closer to the closed door, you highly doubted Bucky would stop by at all. He had been adamant about stopping you yesterday, but you closed the conversation with such a hurtful message. Both to him and about you.

You had expected Natasha.

It was a surprise seeing Steve Rogers outside your apartment door.

“Have you come to throw me off my fire escape?”

Steve pushed past you, entering your apartment without permission. The man was nothing like Bucky Barnes except in regards to build and strength.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why did I need to tell you? Besides, I highly doubt you would have treated me better knowing I was a hooker.”

“I would never judge you for that.”

“No, but you judged me for simply being Bucky’s friend.”

He exhaled roughly, caught in the trap. He was realizing just how misdirected and needless his suspicion was.

“Did you two…?” he started, but stopped when your expression turned sour. “Sorry, sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, moving to sit on the couch. You crossed your arms over your chest, refusing to be on guard in your own home. “Not at first. I was hired to attend the Ball with him. We decided he would be more comfortable if we got to know each other. Then things escalated.”

“But what you said last night… Bucky didn’t want you?”

It sounded worse when repeated from someone else’s lips. “Stark found me online. Bucky just never told me he was basically coerced into it.”

“I’m going to kill Tony.”

You chuckled softly. Men and their first reactions of violence.

“I understand he didn’t want me in the beginning, and that he wants me now. But am I just supposed to pretend that I didn’t start this relationship with money as the end goal?”

“Were you going to drop Bucky? Take the money and run?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t see the problem.”

You huffed, “You already didn’t like me. If you don’t like me, how am I supposed to get on everyone else’s good side?”

Steve brushed a hand down his face, dropping down onto the couch beside you. “My opinion isn’t that powerful.”

“When you say that, do you realize how daft you sound?”

He glared, but there was no longer anger attached. “I didn’t mean to push you into the wall.”

“Did you mean to push me into the street?”

He grumbled and said more to himself, “You sound just like him.”

“Is he okay?”

“He hasn’t left his bed since he plopped his ass into it last night. But I should be asking that question, too. Is he okay?”

Steve Rogers was a man dying to know if his best friend was healing. Steve Rogers was a man who had forgone a rescue mission for Bucky after he fell from the Alps because he hadn’t known Bucky had the serum. Steve Rogers was a man who found out his best friend was alive, but was tortured because he hadn’t looked for Bucky’s body himself. Steve Rogers was a man who had his best friend back, but could not touch him.

“Our pact was this,” you started, lifting your legs onto the couch so you could tuck them underneath yourself. “Step by step, we tried different things to get him used to regular touch again. Pinky promises, passing each other objects, having me braid his hair. Then he got comfortable holding my hand. Comfortable with me standing behind him. Comfortable with hugs and kissing. Then, more adult things.”

Amazement clouded in Steve’s eyes as he heard you speak.

“Once he was comfortable with me, then he would know if he’d be comfortable with someone else. He proved that after he rescued Natasha. Even if he could only hold her for a few minutes, he still did it. It wouldn’t have been possible if he didn’t trust me—If he didn’t want to get better.”

Steve licked his lips, looking down at his lap. “He never told me that.”

“What did he say?”

Steve scrunched his nose, fighting his thoughts. “That you were nice and that you were just friends.”

“Steve…”

“They hurt him really bad, didn’t they?”

Your eyes burned as you watched the moment Steve Rogers realized his friend hadn’t just lost his mind to the enemy. That he had lost so much more.

“It’s not my story to tell.”

“But it’s exactly what I’m thinking right?”

Your lips pulled thin, and Steve broke down right there on your couch, on Christmas morning. You scooted the short distance between the two of you, and threw your arms around his broad shoulders.

Steve didn’t hesitate. He held onto you for dear life.

Empty.

His chest, his stomach, his head. He couldn’t exactly tell what felt more bare. He often pondered what it would have felt like if you did decide to leave him after your part of this deal. He assumed he’d be hurt, but that he would get over it in a day or two.

It hasn’t even been twelve hours since he last saw you and Bucky feels like he’s been sawn in two.

Axel snoozed by his feet, exhausted after having calmed Bucky down when he first entered his apartment. It was a silent eater, this pain. He had thought he’d throw some things, maybe punch a wall. But the self-rage and embarrassment were flooded behind his sternum, crashing against his ribcage.

So Bucky had curled into his blankets, into Axel’s fur, and suffered in silence.

You loved him.

And in this silence, he loved you too.

A knock sounded on his bedroom door. Bucky groaned in response, pushing the covers down so his head was exposed. Steve squeezed his way through the small space he provided himself, standing by the edge of Bucky’s bed.

“She’s okay, if you’re wondering.”

Bucky closed his eyes, sighing, “You saw her?”

“Mmm,” Steve answered. A yes in his own language, Bucky assumed. “She gave me some cookies to go, too.”

It was then that Bucky noticed the small container of carefully packaged cookies. “That means she likes you.”

Steve offered him a gentle smile, though it didn’t quite meet his eyes. Neither of them spoke for a full minute, awkwardness absent as dreadful tension took its place instead. Bucky knew what Steve was going to say before he even said it.

It was about damn time. He often wondered why Steve never asked to see the tapes, trusting Bucky’s words of They didn’t hurt me too bad, instead. Or maybe it wasn’t a trust in that Bucky told the truth, but a trust that whenever Bucky was truly ready to speak about it, Steve would listen.

“Buck, do you still want to keep it a secret?”

Bucky sat up so his back leaned against the headboard. He fumbled with his fingers as he debated an appropriate response. “The less people who know, the less real it is.”

Steve took a step closer, allowing Bucky time to refuse it. Then he stepped again and again, until he was seated on the bed itself. “Buck, it’s me.”

Bucky scanned Steve’s face and only found sincerity, a welcome to rant and cry and scream. The face of his best friend eighty years ago when Bucky had lied about what the content of his draft letter said. The face of his best friend when Bucky had omitted the fact Hydra had shot him up with some second-grade serum.

Bucky sucked in a breath, swallowing hard. “I told them no.”

Steve crumbled instantly, his eyes filling with tears. “Buck—”

“I begged them not to every single time. I said no."

Steve reached a hand across the sheets, palm up. An invitation and a question wrapped in one. Bucky laid his flesh hand over Steve’s, realizing just how touch-deprived Steve was, too. Steve remained still, frightened that one wrong movement would snap Bucky away.

“I lost count after twenty years.”

Steve dipped his head, pressing his lips together. “And she was helping you all this time.”

“She thinks everyone is going to hate her. She doesn’t know that I have the same fear… Of everyone knowing.”

“I told her this,” Steve began, his tone fierce. “That we have assassins, murderers, witches, and thieves on our team. No one is going to judge her. I promise you, Bucky. No one is going to judge her, and no one will judge you if you ever decide to tell them.”

With a small smile, Bucky admitted, “I’m still going to overthink it, Rogers.”

Steve took a chance and bent his fingers. Bucky moved slightly, giving Steve more opportunity to strengthen his grip if he wanted.

“You might,” Steve chuckled, sniffing and rubbing his nose against the fabric on his shoulder. “But promise me that you will come talk to me, or her, whenever you feel hopeless.”

Bucky sniffed away his tears, too. Sprinkling some light into their conversation, Bucky told him, “Thank you for killing those bastards for me.”

“Anytime, Buck.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes fanfic #captainsimagines #by Moni #holiday fanfic #holiday smut #marvel fanfiction #pretty woman au

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allseeinganalyst · 6 months

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PLEASE TALK MORE ABOUT GOBUL I LOVE THEM TO PIECES OH MY GOD...

Sure!

I really *like* Goku x Bulma. I think there is a very sweet “childhood friends to lovers” aspect behind them, and Bulma shows a lot of concern and love for him as a friend that I think translates into more quite easily.

To be clear I’m NOT on the Chi-Chi hate train, because I think there are valid af reasons for her acting the way she does because of who she is as a person. There are times when she is annoying, yes, but these are exaggerated and flanderized to stupid levels by “fans” (and also by the show itself from time to time — the Cell Games arc springs to mind).

The thing is, I think because of who Bulma is, these things would just… not be present. Chi-Chi needs Goku to work and her kids to study because that’s the idyllic family life she wants and you do need to work to make money to live, even in the weird, quasi-feudal world of Dragon Ball.

But that problem… doesn’t exist for Bulma. She’s like…Tony Stark. She’s heir and later president of Capsule Corp, she’s the richest woman on the planet. Vegeta doesn’t work or do chores, why would he? So… Goku would be free to live the life he wants AND live it with his lifelong friend. I don’t remember it being mentioned that she’s an incredible cook for him like Chi-Chi, but who cares, she’ll just hire fuckin’ Dragon Ball Gordon Ramsay to cook for him every night. Or she’ll build a robot that can do it. She’s Bulma, she’ll manage.

I also think Goku would be affectionate back to her. First off, he does like spending time with his wife in canon and gets a little sweet with her, so Super’s odd notion that he doesn’t know what kissing is aside, I think we can assume he can be affectionate. Maybe not MASSIVELY so, but he can be.

Secondly moments with that are often undercut with Chi-Chi being angry for comedic reasons. See the Flanderization of her character I mentioned above. And while I do think that’s still going to happen with Bulma—she can whine rant and bitch with the best of ‘em and I love her so much for it — there’s going to be… less of that? To a degree? Goku coming in from training will probably be met with a “GO SHOWER, YOU STINK” but there likely won’t be too much upset about mud or setting a bad example for his son. She’ll watch him go and admire how hot her husband looks.

That brings me to the main reason I like to muse about this pairing — in Dragon Ball, when couples hook up, they have kids. Every major main character couple has done it. So obviously “Gohan” would be born to Bulma.

See, after Bulma, Trunks is my favourite Dragon Ball character. Specifically his future self, but I liked grown up GT Trunks too (in theory)… so thinking about the character that would replace him gets me thinking…

I’m imaging a son (though a Daughter would be cool AF but anyway…) and I like to think they’d be called a play on “Fundoshi” (traditional Japanese Underwear) or “Mawashi” (Sumo Wrestler Underwear) or something that blends the Asian Mythology from Goku with the Underwear theming of Bulma… or we could just call him “Singlet” or hell… maybe he’s just “Trunks”— I think it’s obvious Bulma isn’t that interested in letting her husbands name their kids (see Super with Bulla/Bra).

And he fundamentally changes just about every part of DBZ and Super when you think about it. Namek especially. But all of it. And you gotta think while the kid WILL have a study program it’s gonna be so different to Chi-Chi’s “HIT THE BOOKS” approach, and Bulma would for sure be like:

“Huh? What? Yeah sure sweetie, go train with Dad. Mom needs to finish fixing this perpetual energy generator. Here, actually, take the radar and tell Dad he needs to bring me the Dragon Balls! Call it a boys day out! Father-Son bonding!… Mamma needs a facelift anyway…”

It’s that. That gets me. That question: “What would be different about this series of Bulma and Goku had a kid instead of Gohan existing?”

I’ll spare you my thoughts on that but basically I think Bulma and Goku would make not just a cute, but very interesting couple narratively.

#GoBul isn’t my favourite ship #lol that would be Bulma x ME #I’m joking I’m joking #but I do like talking about Dragon Ball #and Bulma. I love talking about Bulma.#Ask the Analyst #GoBul

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