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captainsophiestark · 2 months

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Little Moments

Jane Foster x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Dating Jane Foster means being prepared to handle a certain amount of crazy interruptions from superheroes.

Word Count: 1,306

Category: Fluff

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CRASH!

"Watch where you're going!"

I scrunched my face, trying to figure out what the hell was happening as I got dragged awake by a hushed commotion from my living room. I squinted through the dark at the alarm clock only to be near-blinded by the bright green glow:

4:03am

I groaned, rolling over on my other side to see my girlfriend, Jane foster, rubbing at her eyes.

"Hey," I managed, my voice gravelly. Jane turned to me with squinted eyes, somehow still managing to make that cute. "What's happening?"

"I don't know. Did you hear-?"

The door to our shared bedroom slammed open, and I shot straight up in bed. Silhouetted in the doorway was an absolutely giant man, long blond hair glowing with the backlighting. I thought I might be hallucinating until Jane sat forward and spoke up.

"Thor?"

"Thor?" I couldn't help echoing. The man before us just beamed.

"Hello! I apologize for interrupting the two of you - I truly wouldn't be here if it weren't urgent."

I frowned, even as Jane sat forward further.

"How did you-?"

Before she could get all the way through her question, the answer popped out from behind Thor.

"Jane, I'm so sorry!"

Darcy Lewis peeked around Thor's massive form to pop her head into the room. I huffed a sigh and flopped back against the pillows. I normally liked Darcy, but not at four in the morning. I didn't like anyone but Jane at four in the morning.

"Darcy, what's going on?"

"He just showed up at the lab!" said Darcy, pushing past Thor even further into the room. "I was there doing... stuff with Ian, and he just appeared in a blast of light like the first time we met him."

"I need your help, Jane," Thor said, stepping in to pick up the story where Darcy left off. "Something is coming for Midgard, and if we don't stop it here, it will not only lay waste to your planet, but it will aim for mine next."

Jane sighed like that wasn't the most terrifying sentence in the world, then stood at last. I'd known her long enough that I was also a little too used to this kind of thing, so I didn't move to get up, even as Jane turned to me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm sorry about this," she said. I gave her a tired grin and a wink.

"That's okay. I know my girlfriend's a badass who has to help save the world sometimes."

Jane flushed, and I heard Darcy make a gagging noise at the same time Thor said "aw". I ignored them both, however, as I shifted slightly lower against the headboard, working my way back to being under the covers.

"I hope you'll forgive me going back to sleep instead of getting up to help you with this, though."

Jane gave me a soft smile, leaning down across the bed to kiss me softly on the forehead. I smiled up at her, the love of my life, shooting her a little wink as I nestled down among the blankets again. I watched her walk to the door, collecting Thor and Darcy as she went, all three of them stepping out into the living room. Jane shut the door softly behind her, and I finally closed my eyes. I sighed, settling back down into the soft, warm blankets around me. I almost got all the way back to sleep before I heard another loud crash from the living room, followed by Jane's whispered reprimand, not quite loud enough for me to make out the words.

I sighed, then flung the blankets off of myself and started trudging for the living room. Peaceful sleep was likely out of the question, and I should probably go support my girlfriend anyway. I'd go to the ends of the Earth for Jane, and that was all well and good, but nobody talked about dragging yourself out of bed to go a hundred feet at four in the morning. That was the true test of love.

As soon as I cleared the bedroom door, shuffling in like a zombie, I found Thor leaning over the dining table with Darcy in the kitchen, Jane hovering over Darcy's shoulder and trying to take a bowl out of her hand.

"I'm gonna make us pancakes!" hissed Darcy, clearly trying to be quiet despite how miserably she was failing. Jane hissed back in the same tone.

"No! It's too loud, and it's four am! Just come help me go over the stuff Thor brought-"

"I'll make pancakes," I said. Jane and Darcy both froze, mid-wrestle, and turned to me, Thor looking up too with a grin on his face.

"Honey! Are you sure?" asked Jane, letting go of the bowl and taking a few steps towards me. I gave her my best tired smile and closed the rest of the distance between us, wrapping one arm around her waist.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I can't just leave my superhero girlfriend high and dry in a possibly-world-ending situation with no one to make pancakes and coffee," I said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. She smiled as Darcy piped up from the kitchen.

"Maybe start with coffee first."

"Oh, definitely start with coffee first," I agreed, at last releasing Jane and heading into the kitchen. I sighed as I finally, successfully took the bowl from Darcy, setting it down next to the coffee maker as I got things together to brew a fresh pot.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to get a coffee in my hand, then in the hands of the three people crowded around the dining table. I took a long sip of my own drink, then got to work on the pancakes while the others tried to troubleshoot whatever emergency Thor had shown up with.

Based on their tones and lack of overall panic, I had full confidence they'd find a solution to whatever the issue was. Jane especially loved nothing more than solving a challenging problem, and every time I looked over at her, her face was alight with the spark that I'd fallen in love with. Even though it was four in the morning.

Finally, the first batch of pancakes was ready to come off the griddle. Thor wandered over to me as I grabbed a spatula and started serving them up, leaving Jane and Darcy at the dining table.

"Is there anything I can do to assist you?" he asked, leaning on the counter next to me as I worked. I shook my head.

"Nope! Just go ahead and dive in. I'd tell you to bring some over to Jane and Darcy, but I know my girlfriend too well to suggest you bring syrup anywhere near a project she's working on."

Thor chuckled and grabbed a plate full of pancakes, moving to sit at the stool on the other side of the counter from me.

"You and Jane make a wonderful couple," he said, digging into the pancakes with no hesitation. I smiled at him, then let my gaze wander over to Jane behind his back. She hunched over the information before her, moving it around and discussing theories with Darcy. My smile widened as I watched her, a warm glow spreading through my heart that only intensified as she caught me looking and gave me a gorgeous smile of her own. She turned back to her work, and I reluctantly turned my attention back to the pancakes and the Asgardian before me.

"She's the best. Makes it easy to be a good couple, when my partner's so wonderful," I said. Thor hummed, a comfortable silence resting between the two of us. Despite how early and against my will I'd been dragged out of bed, and despite the less-than-casual circumstances, we'd found ourselves in a little bubble of pre-sunrise peace. I'd follow Jane anywhere, anytime, especially since sudden 4am intrusions often turned into little moments like this.

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Marvel Taglist: @valkyriepirate @luv-ghostie @songbirdcannabe @infinetlyforgotten

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agentofagony · 1 year

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Love this brand of baby girl

#verity willis #zelma stanton #darcy lewis #marvel comics #doctor strange #wanda maximoff #doctor strange comics #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch 2023 #stephen strange comics #loki #loki 616 #marvel 616 #agent of asgard #loki laufeyson #comics loki #loki laufeydottri

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harknessimp · 2 years

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Wanda: How long does it take before you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?

Darcy: I think-

Agatha: Seventy-two hours

Wanda: How do you know?

Agatha: There’s a clown behind you.

#wandavision #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #darcy lewis #harkximoff #agatha x wanda #wanda x agatha #marvel #wagatha #incorrect mcu quotes #mcu memes #monica rambeau #agatha house of harkness #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #agatha all along #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch

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strangelock221b · 1 year

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The Most Common Stephen/female ships

After A LOT of filtering, I have the list of AO3's most common ships for MCU Stephen Strange and a female character. (I'll admit that because of the filtering, this list probably isn't 100% accurate, but I'm betting it's close.)

Stephen Strange/Reader (shout-out to @sobeautifullyobsessed, who writes amazing Stephen/Reader fics)

Stephen Strange/Original Female Character(s) (@sobeautifullyobsessed is also amazing at these)

Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange

Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange

Clea/Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange/Original Character(s)

Darcy Lewis/Stephen Strange (imho, I'm pretty good at those)

Sinister Strange/Reader

(redacted because it involves The Fandom That Shall Not Be Named)

Stephen Strange/Other(s)

#doctor strange #stephen strange #christine palmer #wanda maximoff #clea #darcy lewis #sinister strange

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michelle-manips · 2 years

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Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Video

Song is She's a fire by Jeremy Renner

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Dr. Laufeyson

Chapter 17 - Flaming June

Warnings etc: Loki x female reader au where Lokis a therapist, therapy, flashbacks, smut, swearing, mentions of past trauma later in the fic including abuse both physically and sexually - not explicit detail, 18+. PLEASE tell me if I ever leave anything out x

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Hi Dr Laufeyson. As it’s the end and we’re finished now I thought I might as well tell you the conclusion I came to. I—I don’t enjoy meaningless sex it’s—I think it’s control. I’m in control of who I sleep with and I like that as opposed to Curtis forcing me to sleep with him so if that’s what you wrote during our sessions then you were correct well done. B-bye Loki.

Listening to the voice mail, Loki felt his heart drop. You sounded upset, clearly intoxicated and the sound of men in the background left him feeling unsettled. You didn’t sound safe. He felt angry, useless all of a sudden. He hated himself for not speaking to you sooner but he wanted to spare you both the mess that your relationship would turn into with him being your doctor by morning and lover by night and yet all he’s done now is push you into the arms of another. He had to call you, speak to you, rescue you if needs be. He would do just that.

Quickly, he called your phone, waiting eagerly for you to answer as it rang. He prayed for your safety knowing how vile some men could be. His mind raced with all the things that could be happening and he felt his heart rate quicken until the sound of your voice soothed his worried mind.

“Loki?” You questioned, holding the phone to your ear. You didn’t expect him to call you despite hoping so.

“Are you alright?” He asked quickly.

“Yeah.” You answered, nodding as if he could see you.

“Where are you?”

“Out.” You stated flatly.

“Where?” He demanded.

Hearing his tone, you decided to disclose your location without questioning him. He didn’t seem in a playful mood.

“Stay where you are, I’ll be there soon.” He rushed, hanging up the phone before grabbing his car keys. He had to find you, he had to protect you.

You stood outside the club, tightly wrapping your arms around yourself as you shook slightly, the alcohol not having its desired affect in keeping you warm. Steve was long forgotten after Loki had called you. You wondered whether you were simply hallucinating or whether or not you were actually standing on the street corner waiting for Loki to pull up in his car and drive off into the night as if you were any low class hooker. You began to wonder whether he listened to he voice note, what he thought of it but your mind couldn’t focus on singular thoughts right now. You blamed that on the tequila coursing through your blood. Minutes or hours later, you couldn’t tell, you saw the familiar car pulling up in front of you.

“I—I didn’t think you’d come.” You spoke through the window, quickly wiping a tear that had either fallen from the cold or from the fact that Loki seemed to visibly relax the longer he looked at you. “My knight in shining armour.”

“Get in.” He spoke, leaning over to open the door before you entered the car. Loki focused on the view in front of him as opposed to you as you fastened your seatbelt. When he did risk a glance, thankful you were safe in his car, he caught sight of your dress riding up your thigh. He speedily averted his gaze.

“I—I h-haven’t spoken to you in ages, you’ve been ignoring me.” You slurred, breaking the silence as Loki began to drive. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again. You felt insignificant, small as your resolve broke down. So much for deciding you’d leave Loki alone. It was hard when he was sitting right next to you. The questions you insisted you had abandoned were now reaching towards your lips, waiting to be spoken. You thought about the mystery woman that answered Lokis phone. Where was she? Who was she? Before you could speak, Loki did.

“I haven’t been ignoring you, I’ve been thinking.” He answered, looking at the road.

“About us?”

“About us.”

You were about to delve further until you remembered you had given your keys to Steve to hold for you assuming you’d head home together however now you didn’t know where he was and finding him would be a mission in itself.

“Ah fuck.” You sighed.

“What is it?” Loki asked worriedly, glancing at you.

“I don’t have my keys.” You laughed at your stupidity “but don’t worry we just have to go to Bucky, he has a spare set.”

“The same Bucky in Ostroff?” Loki answered.

“Yeah— oh yeah.” You realised. Changing courses, Loki decided to head towards his house. “Where are you taking me, you better not be kidnapping me.”

“Relax, we’re going to my place.” Loki answered with a slight smile.

“Okay.” You murmured, relaxing in the seat as Loki drove. The window was open slightly as a cool breeze washed over your face. You closed your eyes, taking steadying breaths as the wind continued to hit you. When he reached a red light, Loki couldn’t help but turn towards you as you sat calmly in the seat, your eyes still closed, loose strands of hair shaping your face. He was sure that if he had a canvas and a brush at hand, he’d be able to recreate the flaming June in your image.

“Can you play some music please.” You requested, eyes still closed. Humming in response, Loki turned the radio on and he saw you smiling from the corner of his eye as you heard the song which was almost halfway done.

“Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love.” You sang shamelessly in your intoxicated state forgetting you weren’t alone. “Never hesitating to become the fated ones”

The rest of the drive passed blissfully and eventually you arrived at Lokis house. Exiting the car, he walked to your side and helped you do the same, holding your weight as you both walked towards the door. When he opened it, welcoming you inside, your eyes began looking over everything in amazement. You were born into wealth, fancy galas and silver spoons yet Lokis house was the most impressive you had seen. Very him. He guided you towards the living room before sitting you down on the couch.

“I’ll be back in one moment.” He spoke before disappearing. Your eyes continued to wonder around the darkened room until he came back with a duvet and a pillow. “I would let you take the guest bedroom but it’s occupied.” He smiled curtly, handing you the things. You took them from him thankfully.

“Your place is really nice.” You smiled, hugging the duvet in your arms as his scent engulfed you.

“Do you want anything, water, tea? Food?” Loki asked, crouching down in front of you.

You shook your head no, already dreading tomorrows hangover.

“Alright well, rest now.” He simpered, tucking a few strands of escaped hair behind your ear “tomorrow we’ll sort out everything okay.”

“Thank you Loki.”

“Goodnight dear.” He bid, kissing you on the cheek as he rose back to his feet.

Leaving you felt strange to Loki as he departed the living room. He felt a need to stay with you, protect you. He grabbed a bottle of water and made his way back towards you, seeing you already laying down. He placed it on the table in front of you and pulled the duvet higher, covering you further as you mumbled a small “thankyou.” Reluctantly, he left again, making his way upstairs where Darcy was standing on the landing. He sighed as she looked at him.

“Who’s downstairs?”

“A friend.” He answered dismissively.

“The friend that keeps calling you?” She interrogated, raising her voice.

“Listen.” He spoke sternly as he glared at her “me allowing you to stay tonight is a kindness, if you want to leave, leave but you will remain quiet do you understand?”

Huffing, Darcy made her way back into the spare bedroom. It was too late for her to leave tonight plus she hoped she could get a glance at whoever was in the living room in the morning. She’d bite her tongue, for now.

Once Loki was in his room, he couldn’t get comfortable. What if you needed something or you wanted to use the toilet or if you choked on your own vomit. Anything could have happened to you. It was unsafe, he had to protect you. After changing into some pyjamas, he took out a shirt for you incase you wanted to shower and change before you left tomorrow in search of a key. Thinking you might get hungry in the night, he thought he’d go downstairs and make you a sandwich. As he made his way down the stairs, he was sure he could faintly hear you calling him. Quickly making his way towards you, his suspicions were confirmed when he heard you calling him.

“What’s the matter dear? I’m here.” He soothed, stroking your hair as you quickly fell back asleep. Whatever you were going to say was replaced by soft snores as you fell into a deep slumber. Tearing his gaze away from you, his flaming June, Loki made his way towards the kitchen. He left you a sandwich in a ziplock bag next to the bottle of water before heading back upstairs.

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#loki x reader #loki x female reader #tom hiddelston loki #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#oc fiction #loki fanfiction #loki au #doctor loki #loki x you #loki x y/n #darcy lewis

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incorrect-wandavision-quotes · 2 years

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Woo: Monica told us to wait.

Darcy: Technically, she only told us not to follow her.

#source: doctor who #wandavision #jimmy woo #agent woo #agent jimmy woo #darcy lewis #dr darcy lewis #monica rambeau #MCU #marvel #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect wandavision #incorrect wandavision quotes

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dreaminonao3 · 1 year

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I'm a day early but I have the time and I don't have the patience, so...

Day 7 -- Use the words: small town, bar, jukebox

Starstruck (AO3)

Puente Antiguo, 2011

Darcy Lewis looked over the list of songs on the jukebox at the one and only bar in town. Almost all of them were older than she was, but she always did like oldies. She settled on “The Last Time I Felt Like This.” Growing up with a Johnny Mathis fan rubbed off on me, she thought as the familiar song started.

“Care for a dance?” a male voice asked from behind her.

Darcy turned to see a man she didn’t recognize smiling at her. With the town being so small, she knew all the locals by face, if not name, but this one was a stranger to her and she immediately had her guard up. “Sorry, I don’t dance with strange men.”

The man chuckled. She had to admit he was good-looking – tall, thick dark brown hair with bangs falling lazily over his forehead and gray streaks at his temples, a mustache and a short beard that came to a point, and cheekbones any supermodel would kill for. His pale blue eyes held a hint of sadness alongside the mirth that went with his killer half-smile. With his pale skin and all-black clothes, he looked like a handsome modern goth.

“Oh, we’re not strangers, though I’m definitely Strange,” he said.

Darcy raised an eyebrow. “We know each other? I find it hard to believe – Puente Antiguo isn’t known for its goth scene.”

“Right,” he said, chuckling again. “Let’s just say we don’t know each other yet, but we will.”

“Uh huh,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at his pick-up line. “In what universe?”

“This one, of course,” he said, obviously enjoying himself. “One dance, Darcy. That’s all I ask.”

“The song’s almost over.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” He held out a hand. “Please?”

Oh, what can it hurt? “Fine,” she sighed then she took his hand.

He led her onto the small dance floor and pulled her close enough to place his hands at her waist as she placed hers on his shoulders. They started to slow dance shortly before the song ended only for it to start over again.

Darcy raised an eyebrow. “Did you pay for more plays?”

The man chuckled. “Something like that.”

“Uh huh. What’s your name?”

“Stephen.”

“Just ‘Stephen?’ No last name?”

“Strange.”

She rolled her eyes. “It��s not strange to ask someone for their last name.”

He sighed heavily. “No, my name is Stephen Strange.”

“Oh. You must’ve been teased mercilessly when you were a kid.”

Stephen smiled a bit and she had to admit she liked his crooked smile. “My nickname in high school was ‘Odd,’ my classmates thought themselves hilarious.”

She had to admit it was funny. “Okay, Stephen, what’s your deal? You’re not from here.”

“Just passing through.”

“Uh huh, so you decided to just chat up the first single girl you see at the bar?” She wasn’t annoyed, not really, just curious.

Stephen chuckled. “I told you, Darcy Lewis, we will know each other well.”

She stared at him. “I never told you my last name. Come to think of it, I didn’t tell you my first name either.” She lowered her voice. “Are you stalking me?”

“If I was, I certainly wouldn’t admit it,” he said, his voice just as low and frankly, a lot sexier. “In all honesty, we’re going to be everything to each other in a few short years.”

“Should I be calling you ‘Nostradamus?’ I doubt you’re any more accurate than he was.”

Stephen grinned at her, a full grin, and her stomach did a little flip. “I don’t need a prophetic vision to know what will happen between us.” The song ended and didn’t start up again, which Stephen seemed to take as a cue. Taking her hand, he led her out of the small bar and into the relative privacy of the parking lot.

As always, Darcy gazed up at a sky full of more stars than she had ever seen in her life before turning back to him. “If you want to kiss me, you’re gonna have to wait until Date Number Two.”

Stephen chuckled, the sound doing something nice to her nervous system. “Actually, this is Date Number 58, but who’s counting?”

“You’re making no damn sense, you know,” she said, her tone almost fond.

He smiled a bit. “I know, but you’ll understand in time. I should go back.” He leaned to kiss her cheek. “Until next time, Darcy Olivia Lewis.”

She stared at him for a heartbeat then sighed. “Oh, fuck it. C’mere.” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss, which he was happy to give.

New York, 2022

Dr. Darcy Lewis looked up from her e-reader as her fiancé appeared in the room. The grin he gave her was contagious. “I take it it worked?”

“You tell me,” Stephen said as he sat down beside her on the couch and took her free hand. “Do you remember running into me in New Mexico?”

Her eyes widened with realization. “Yes! We danced to ‘The Last Time I Felt Like This’ then you kissed me.”

He rolled his eyes fondly. “Your memory is faulty if you think that’s what happened – you kissed me.”

“You started it, showing up looking all sexy then asking me to dance and kissing my cheek.” She moved to straddle his lap. “That was risky, you know. You could’ve gotten stuck in the past.”

“It was a risk I was willing to take,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her. “I wanted to see you as you were back then, at the start of your love for the stars.”

“And if you couldn’t come back?”

Stephen smiled a bit. “Then we’d be married for at least nine years by now, if not more.”

Darcy smirked. “You think you’re that irresistible, do you?”

“I know I am, at least to you.”

He was right, of course, but she wasn’t about to admit it. Instead, she simply murmured, “Kiss me.”

“With pleasure.”

#marvel's what if #doctor strange #doctor strange supreme #darcy lewis #mysticshock #supremeshock #stephen x darcy

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whirlybirbs · 17 days

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BEYOND THE VOID — !

1. THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

( MASTERPOST | AO3 | SPOTIFY ) summary: torn from time yet again, it's thursday. six months pass. while you grapple with a newfound uncanny ability to premeditate, loki grapples with the fact he's slipping back into his old self without you. enter brad wolfe. now playing: a whole lots gonna change by weyes blood word count: 3.3k pairing: loki / f!reader, established in from the void, with love tags: enemies to friends to lovers, soulmates, we-are-in-love-in-the-future but how did that even happen, angst & comfort, redemption arc, lots of time travel, loki season 2 (2020) spoilers a/n: finally, they return in "beyond the void". i can't thank everyone enough for the unending enthusiasm for this little project of mine. it's fitting to have the first chapter release with an eclipse. this is for all of you :) the beautiful gif for this chapter is from this set by @tomshiddles.

"Okay."

There's a long stretch of silence between Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster.

In the liminal stretch of the apartment building's hall, there's little sound except the loud drone of some horribly, desperately sad song beyond the door of Unit 1131. The two women share a long look with one another, and then Darcy gestures urgently to the door.

"Go ahead," she nudges her colleague.

"What?" Jane asks in a harsh whisper, "No, you knock."

"You were the one that said we needed to do an intervention—" Darcy argues back in an equally low tone.

"Oh, so now this is on me?" Jane fires back, "She's our friend—"

"Our friend who has been babbling nonsense about things that have not happened and has been seriously obsessing with that Low-key dude—" Darcy rushes out, bringing her face closer to Jane's, "I don't even know what we're walking into here!"

Jane inhales. She pinches her brow. With a long rub of her face, she exhales. Then, she knocks.

She gives Darcy a 'happy?' look before stepping back and crossing her arms.

Almost immediately, the music stops. There's the sound of a shuffle. A meow. And then, the door opens only wide enough that one exhausted eye can peak through the chained gap.

"Heeeeeeeeeey, girl!" Darcy chides, waggling her hands in the air, "Surprise!"

On the other side of the door, your heart clenches.

It feels a little bit like a cruel joke, y'know?

All that wishing, begging, clawing to go home and — well... you are. You're home. You've been home. For six months, you've been home in New York City. You're back in that little studio apartment, with Sigurd, with your research, with your doctorate.

ALL I WANT TO DO IS GO HOME.

You try your best to give both Darcy and Jane a smile, but it comes out mangled and exhausted and not quite right. You've been crying. Sort of par for the course these days.

"Oh, uh... Hi guys."

Sigurd meows.

"You got a sec?" Jane asks, raising a folder in her hands, "We, uh... Erik gave us some new anomaly data to look over and we figured... you're the one for the job! Y'know? It's... kinda... your thing... have you been crying?"

Your eyes dart between them both. You wet your lips.

"No. Nooo, no. It's..." your mouth hangs open as you search for a reason, "...Allergies."

There's a beat of embarrassing silence, and then Darcy moves fast as lightning. She wriggles her arm through the gap and unlocks the chain — almost as if this is definitely something she's mastered before — before pushing her way through the doorway of your apartment. Jane follows close behind, and Sigard squawks as he scurries away from underfoot.

The infiltration is almost immediately regretted because... woah.

Like, big woah.

Darcy has seen crazy. Like, she has an Uncle on her Dad's side who is totally in on the whole "they're coming for our thoughts" thing and does not leave the house without at least six layers of Great Value tinfoil stuffed under his baseball cap. She knows crazy. She works for Erik Selvig.

But this?

This is, like, soooooo above her pay grade.

Jane's jaw is slack. The folder is immediately forgotten on the kitchen island in favor of the wall-to-wall documentation of... whatever the hell this was.

LOKI MISSING? in the center of it all, with string and equations and runes and news articles and tabloid pages. There's an alarming amount of photos of the God in question pinned up beside ramblings on... Time? And... Quantum mechanics...?

There's another loooooong stretch of silence. And then, Darcy and Jane both turn slowly to look at you pressed against the door.

You swallow.

Your face is set in horror.

"It's not what it looks like—"

"Uh, dude, it totally is what it looks like—" Darcy starts, stepping closer to the board and pointing a black, manicured finger at a paparazzi photo of Loki being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower, "What's with all the Loki paraphernalia?! Need I post a lil' throwback Thursday to when he tried to kill us all?"

IT'S THURSDAY AGAIN.

You wince. "You wouldn't understand—"

Then, it happens.

The same thing you've experienced dozens upon dozens of times these last six months happens again: A rush of chatter in your mind, a cacophony of whispers that claw at your thoughts and flood them with has-beens and will-be's. A million things all at once, a little bit of everything from all of time, and then— one thread. One thread that stands out against them all.

"Jane, don't."

Across the room, Jane's fingers pause on the contact number for that pretty S.H.I.E.L.D. agent they've met once or twice now — the one who is managing the Asgardian anomaly cases. With Loki missing, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been desperate to track him down. If this is a lead... If you know where he is...

Jane's face freezes.

Her brows knit.

Your face is split in panic. "I know you think calling Agent Hill is the right thing to do, but—"

"...How did you know I was...?" Jane's voice falls off, her eyes searching your face.

Your voice splinters as you step forward. "If you call Agent Hill, she is going to section our entire division within the week. Thor will be exiled from Earth on conspiracy four days later. We will sit in a cell for five years until they decide we have nothing to do with Loki's disappearance from Asgard."

Darcy's eyes bounce between you and Jane.

"Why are you saying all that like you know it's going to happen?" Jane asks slowly, putting her phone down and closing the gap between you. "Doc, what's going on?"

Your eyes flicker with fear.

And then exhaustion. The walls you've built to keep this away from the others crumble with one worried look from Darcy, and you crumple against the kitchen counter.

Your voice is far away.

"It all started that Thursday."

You thought it would be better now that someone knows.

Truth be told it might be more trouble than it's worth if not to soothe the burden of secrecy — because Darcy keeps treating you like a Magic 8 Ball that, when shaken, is going to spit out readings on the future.

It isn't that easy. I mean, if it was, you would have definitely done everything in your power to avoid the commute traffic this morning.

You don't know why it happens. Or how. You have a theory it has something to do with Alioth, but... without any sort of control, there's no way of knowing. All you know is that in those moments, you're presented with a weave of potential sequences. And in those moments, you can choose to act. Or not.

So far, acting seems to be the best course of action.

But, yea, no. No fortune-cookie-level stuff. No crystal ball, no tarot cards. Just... weird time-whispers. And a migraine that seems to never go away. And dreams. Really vivid dreams. Dreams that happen? And dreams that don't.

If it was a horoscope sort of thing, maybe you wouldn't have missed your morning bus after waiting in line at that coffee shop three blocks down. They always make your coffee a little too bitter, but the girl behind the counter is an NYU grad student you recognized from a mechanical engineering lecture you sat in on three months ago. You've got a soft spot for her. She's always nice to that guy in the baseball cap who seems unhoused.

You hope it all works out for her in the end.

But, Christ this coffee is bitter.

You buzz into Stark Labs at 9:37 am, and you're setting your stuff down at R&D by 9:43 am.

Bruce Banner looks up briefly from his work to slide you a welcoming smile. You return it gently as you settle down on your stool and reacclimate yourself to last week's work.

Mondays, man.

Tony is, as always, later than anyone else. His entrance is followed by the usual boisterous chatter meant as a morale booster. More often than not it's a genius-level comedy routine built on absolutely torturing Dr. Banner. You opt, more often than not, to refuse to enable the bad behavior.

Any laughter is buried deep into these readings from the Tesseract.

And so this has been home for the last four months.

Avengers Tower. R&D. Erik Selvig's Research Team. Theoretical Physics and Quantum Mechanics. Day in, day out.

No TVA, no TemPads, no Sylvie, no Mobius, no Capybaras.

...No Loki.

But, plenty of whispers.

It rocks you out of your focus, iced latte halfway to your lips as you're rooted in this little pocket of voices and threads and whisps of time. There's a thousand, then a hundred, then one.

Your voice is soft.

"Bruce, try the equation again."

From across the room, Tony's voice dies down and Bruce's eyes rise to meet yours. He points to himself, with a questioning raise of the brows.

You nod, then continue to take a sip of your coffee.

And so Bruce does. Wordlessly. And, after a minute, he looks up with a grin.

"So it was right."

"Woulda never known if Iron Dick over here didn't shut up for one second."

Tony's grin is bigger than Bruce's as he meanders over to your lab table and throws an arm around your shoulder. He squeezes you gently. You avoid his eye contact — and in doing so, you miss the momentary grace of concern.

(Tony has known you for a few months now. He knows you adequately enough to gauge that your triple-shot espresso should have been a sextuple. The bags beneath your eyes are dark. There's an edge there. Something jumpy. You're exhausted.)

"Now, that was mean."

"You're torturing him," you fire back lightly, non-the-wiser to his scrutiny.

"It's called exposure therapy—" Tony croons, leaning back and thumbing through some of the notes on your desk. You allow it.

Good. Still sharp. Still better than anyone else at what you do.

"Exposure to workplace terrorism?" You rib back with one cocked brow, "No offense, Bruce, but I like you better not green. Okay, Tony?"

"None taken!" Dr. Banner calls lightly from across the room. He's working on the second part of that equation now.

"Sure, sure, alright, Doc," Tony heads your words, raising both hands and stepping back, "I guess someone hates fun."

"Absolutely," you say blankly, chewing your straw; you point at him, "No laughter."

"None," Tony waggles a finger.

"Not a peep," you remark causally as you spin in your stool and snag your pen from the drawer behind you.

"Any news on the other green guy we hate?" Bruce asks slowly, eyes bouncing between you and Stark.

Your blood goes a little cold. Just like always. It's hard not to react — especially when that other green guy is all you think about day and night.

WHEN YOU LOSE HIM YOU WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET HIM BACK.

You wordlessly shake your head. You shrug. Bruce turns to Stark. Tony is hunched over his bench. His words are a bit muffled by the soldering project he's turned his attention to.

"None. According to Thor he just up and poofed. He was in the middle of atoning before the Buckingham of Asgard and... just warped on out."

So you've heard.

"Hill has been working every lead she can but... the Asgardians are a little touchy-feely on the whole 'earthlings in the domain of the Gods' thing."

"Understandable," you mutter absently.

Tony sits up. "Only time will tell."

...Indeed.

Home.

Unit 1131.

Lonely.

It wasn't before all this... It was full to the brim with contentment. It was comfort, it was bliss. It was indulgent mornings slept beneath the covers and bright music in the kitchen. Cheap wine from the liquor shop on the corner and homemade meals. It was "I finally made it".

Now, it's none of that.

Because he's out there — and you know that you don't belong here anymore.

You drop your bag by the door.

Your boots follow in a trail.

Sigurd mews expectantly, and you scoop him wordlessly into your arms as you weave through the chaos of papers and books. Your carpet is hidden beneath a layer of obsession masquerading as research.

But, there's one thing that pulls you back in each time.

It's that photo.

The one Darcy had pointed at earlier.

Loki is being carted off from the now-Avengers Tower. He's looking back at something, and his expression is broken.

It's you.

You know he's pleading with Thor at that moment through a muzzle, desperate to call your name. He's looking at you, being whisked away by S.H.I.E.L.D. as they clear the area, and your voice is silenced by grief.

You wish you had called out to him then — told him you'd find him again.

Regret is a hell of a thing.

Grief, too.

How do you mourn something you never really had? Not here, not in this timeline.

So you stand there, in the dim lights of your apartment, staring at the photo. And you cry. Just like every night, for the last six months.

In your desk, that magical little daisy made of grass waits.

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

That's the mission.

Mobius M. Mobius thinks it's funny — back then, man if only he would have known that lil' hunch of his was right. Maybe a part of him did. And... Now? Things are different. I mean, everything is different. The TVA is different.

Loki is different.

They say to be loved is to be changed an' all that.

The first thing out of Loki's mouth was your name when Mobius finally saw him again — and then a word vomit of panic, induced by the death of He Who Remains and... time-slippage as OB called it. Lotsa moving parts. Lots to keep track of. But, ultimately, they're in a better spot than they were yesterday.

1.) Loki is no longer falling through the metaphorical cracks in time.

2.) Mobius did not get toasted alive when standing before The Loom.

3.) He never, ever, ever has to do that again.

And now!

They're in London.

1977, huh. Zaniac.

If they find Sylvie, they find you.

...Unless you find him first.

Loki isn't exactly thrilled.

No, Loki knows better than to get his hopes up. Sylvie isn't here. He already told Mobius that. It's too safe. It's a damned movie premiere. There are no radiation burns, no falling stars, and no rampant gunfire. It's too quiet.

It's a movie premiere and you're out there, somewhere, alone. You're... you're lost. He can't protect you here. He can't protect anything. You... You're all he has and you're gone.

And he's here, wasting his damn time.

Brad Wolfe is about to waste more of his time.

Loki's gaze is sharp. His strides are long, and as they approach the fray, the God stands amongst the tallest of guests. He cuts a mean profile. It's times like these that Mobius remembers he is a God.

(It's times like these that Mobius can also see the ever-increasing edge in his partner-in-time. It's a little... worrisome. But understandable. I mean, rip a God's soulmate from his hands and see what happens, right?)

"So, he's an actor now?" Loki comments off-handedly, his irritation grating his heartstrings in a way that reminds him of who he was before all this. He hates it. But, he's angry. He will get you back. Without you...

Without you, he doesn't know what he'll do.

"Or he's undercover."

As they weave, Loki's brows knot in distrust. "Looks pretty real to me."

It smells like cigarettes and perfume, and the flashbulbs bite sharply into Loki's peripherals. The raven-haired trickster winces, tucking his hands into his slacks.

On the red carpet, X-5 moves from interview to interview. Occasionally his laughter rises above the clamor. Each time, Loki's nostrils flare and he rolls his eyes.

It's when he reaches the end of the line that Mobius moves in.

"Will there be a Zaniac Two?"

The look on Brad's face says enough for Mobius to know there's more going on here than just an undercover bit. Brad's laugh, as equally pained as his smile, just cements the fact.

"Mobius! Woah!" A clap on the shoulder, a big hug. "I used to work with this guy!"

Still a show. Still a weasel trying to survive on his little slice of time.

"We're going to need to catch up," he begins, backing up slowly, "You know, why don't we chat after the show?"

"How about now, maybe?" Mobius counters just as Brad turns on his heel and comes face to face with Loki.

The God sneers.

"Woah. Okay, ha, whole gangs here!" he chirps, "Isn't that... great? Wow. I mean, you look — you look great, Loki."

"Why thank you, Brad."

Brad's eyes are manic, and he's searching the crowd quickly — no doubt looking for an exit. Then, they catch something. When Brad claps his hands together and pats them on both Loki and Mobius' shoulders, the two TVA agents pause.

"Everything alright?" Loki asks, head tilting in faux concern.

"Everything is great, actually, because when I was here," he begins, words quick and anxious as he tries to weave some sort of story, "I met a mutual friend!"

"Sylvie?" Mobius asks tightly.

"No, no, uh, better—"

Loki's jaw tightens. Enough of this. "We have some mutual friends back at the TVA who would like a word, as well—"

"Doc!" calls Brad after finally finding her in the sea of people, turning on his heel and calling out over his shoulder, "I got people I need you to meet!"

And just like that, it's like Loki's whole world splits wide open again.

In the fray of photographers and journalists, in the fray of drinks and the haze of smoke, there's you. You're smiling at Brad, positively beaming. You're bright as a star and Gods, there's no one in the room when you step forward with a laugh.

Your dress is green. Your hair is different.

There's a beauty mark on your left cheek. His version of you has a scar that lies there. A mistimed gift from Sylvie before their period on Lamentis.

"Doc, these are some of my friends from work," Brad points, his hand falling along your waist in a way that makes Loki's blood boil; the ex-TVA Hunter leans close to your cheek, "They're the real deal."

You laugh into your drink, then extend your hand to Mobius. He's trying his best to hide his growing dread. "It's a pleasure."

Mobius takes it and shakes it gently. "And how do you have the pleasure of knowing our starlet, Brad?"

Damn it. He's losing Loki in real time here.

"Doc here did all the practical effects on set for Zaniac," Brad's eyes connect with Loki's — but the God is focused on only you... Her. Until Wolfe digs in with a low murmur meant to do just what it does, "She's a real wiz with her hands."

The God's face snaps. He will kill Brad, he decides. But, then this other-you moves to offer her hand and he can't help but melt.

His fingers are trembling when he touches her skin.

"Have we met before?" comes the soft lilt of her voice — this Variant's eyes are brown. They search Loki's face for a shred of recognition but all that's there between the two of them is raw attraction. A law of time and space unhindered by meddling hands. No matter where, no matter when, you will find one another.

Loki's mouth is dry. Your lipstick shade is a dark rogue. He thinks about that kiss back in the Void. He's stuck there, with your hand in his, when Brad bolts.

Her face contorts in confusion. She pulls away. But, Loki lingers.

He has to... He...

He needs you back.

Now.

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Loves me like im brand new

how our girls show affection! enjoys loves🩶

carol danvers

carol loves making you laugh. she'll find anyway she can to cheer you up. hearing you laugh is hearing an angel laugh. trumpets from heaven. your insecure? carol will kiss every part of your body and complement each and everyone. you failed a mission? carol will show you how amazing you are and how youre the baddest bitch she's ever met. she's a goofy person and will never fail to make you laugh or smile. or when she see that pout that she finds adorable but doesn't want to see often, she attacks you with kisses. you make her feel happy and like herself again, all she wants to do is make you happy. and oh lord you better watch out for the tickles if you don't feel like talking. but carol will always respect you if you want space. you two are very patient with eachother and give eachother time to think if one of you is upset. if carol could make you smile forever, she would.

sharon carter

this girl cannot help but spoil you. she's got money and you're the love of her life, why not? you try to refuse something when it's way too expensive. but she'll beg for you to accept it. but she loves buying you simple things. your favorite flowers, favorite food, if your talented with a specific weapon she buys you personalized versions of them. she doesn't only do this bc she thinks your worth every penny in the world, she gets some pleasure out of it. she loves buying you skimpy but beautiful dresses, lingerie, and that one perfume that drives her crazy bc it's your signature scent. sugar daddy vibes? sure. she'll look at you two through the mirror, hands wrapped around your waist and her face in your neck. leaving kisses wherever she can reach. admiring her girl. she also loves buying fuzzy blankets and soft pillows for your cuddle sessions. she'd spend forever in your arms if she could.

darcy lewis

your doctor lives for physical affection. it doesn't even have to be the traditional kiss or hug. women will bite you and lick you. and not even in a sexual way. she just wants to, and you look very yummy. but she'll melt when you hold her and kiss her head. her perfect day would consist of her laying on top of you while your holding her tight and planting kisses all over her face. when she's bored and youre near she'll just hold your arm and lean her head against you. every time you guys are next to each other you have to be holding hands. not buts. but if your not familiar with physical affection, she'll take it slow and work you up. but soon enough you'll be all over each other. and she'll sit in your lap. she doesn't care who's around or if there's a seat already next to you, your lap is her chair. if you wrap your arms around her waist and give her neck and shoulder kisses she'll internally scream. cuddling is an everyday thing for you to. you to also fall asleep as if you were puzzles. you fit together perfectly, so close only leaving little room to breath. and you guys do almost everything together and want to be together all the damn time. she's crazy for you, and so are you.

nebula

now, nebula struggles with showing affection. she never got it as a child or when she grew up either. other than gamora stuff hugs. but she's learned she loves holding and staring at you. she's never seen something so beautiful, so naturally she must admire it. from afar, from up close, hell even photographically. (big word for elmo) when she find out you like her touch, she holds you protectively any chance she gets. whether it's holding your pinky with hers or her arm around your waist, she won't waste a chance. when you fall asleep in her arms she'll stare at you. eyes full of wonder. wondering how such a thing could be so gorgeous. how she could ever deserve you. as much as she admires you, she cannot stand when other people look at you. with not a single of hint of attraction or love or anything, only her. only she can look at you like that. how dare they stare at her girl. youre hers and she doesn't share.

maria hill

while maria doesn't do the best job at focusing on her needs, especially while working, she makes sure your healthy. she makes sure you eat properly, drink enough water, stretch before you workout or go on a mission, and definitely getting enough rest after every mission. injured or not. you care so much for her and bring her lunch and constantly refill her water bottle and replace her coffee with a protein shake or yet again, more water. or dragging her to bed when she's working after work. she can't lose you, so she makes sure to take care of you. omg she goes crazy when you get sick. your immediately put on a schedule. lord help anyone who's there with you if you get hurt on a mission. she'll immediately make them work out and train with nat or steve so they'll be sore as hell. or she'll train them. they'll be shaking just after one set. but hearing you say your okay or 'everything is gonna be okay' calms her immediately. you'll sometimes sneak to her office and give her massages and kisses. you ground maria nd she's not big bad shield commander around you.

kate bishop

kate loves spending time with you. seeing your smile helps her know everything will be okay. you two often go out to walk lucky and bring a pizza along and sit and play fetch with your fluffy friend. or you guys have movie nights, holding eachother close, surrounded by blankets, of course devouring some pizza. i feel like she's a lil messy eater when her moms not around. so you kiss pizza sauce off her lips. ever since she got involved with clint you two spend any free time together. it can range from extravagant dates or a walk in the park whilst sharing headphones. when you guys aren't together you video call or just regularly call. but thanks to your job you can see her often. (avenger reader?🤷‍♀️) but you two have match bracelets omg. you guys made them one day when you built a pillow fort in her apartment. you guys also workout together and train together. you two are gonna get married one day

a/n my hopeless romantic ass enjoyed this too much anyways have a good rest of your day guys🩶

#carol danvers x reader #sharon carter x reader #darcy lewis x reader #nebula x reader #maria hill x reader #kate bishop x reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #wlw

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