#f: avengers infinity war

[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn

part xvii- dust and blood

“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body” - albert camus

summary: you can’t stop thanos. now you have to deal with the consequences.

wordcount: 4k

warnings: cussing, violence, death (oops), angst (oops), breakdowns, unhealthy coping mechanisms, more violence, fluff if you squint

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a/n: tfw you forget ur writing a series and write a new piece in one night 🤭 anyway, i really like this bit so i hope y’all enjoy 🤍 i love y’all and i’m sorry it’s emotionally devastating also i literally am posting this from class

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As soon as the barrier around Wakanda opens, the entire army charges forward.

You take to the air in an instant, watching in disgust as the dog-like aliens pour from the gap. They’re concentrated right outside the border.

Charging up your powers, you slip through and cast down dozens of blasts on the horde. They shriek and wail in pain as you duck back inside the force field, shooting down the few that try to jump up at you.

They’re easy to kill. Hardly death fodder, if anything. But there’s thousands. And they keep coming.

One tackles Bucky to the ground before you swoop down, kicking it away and blowing it into bits.

“You need to be more careful,” you scold as you help him up. He spins a knife in the new vibranium arm, nodding.

“Yeah, yeah. Go tell Steve that.” He points to your partner, who’s standing in the middle of a river, fighting three aliens at once.

You start towards him, but a few quick punches from the blond kill them before you can even take a step.

“You know what? Never mind,” Bucky says. He stares a bit before smirking. “Violence looks good on him.”

“Hell yeah. Cathartic, even,” you respond. From the water, Steve feels your eyes on him.

He raises his arms. “Are you two gonna join us or just stare at me?” he shouts, before kicking another alien into the muddy banks.

Out of nowhere, a giant metal weapon flies through the air, smashing Rhodey to the ground. When the chain retracts, it returns to the hand of the larger, bulkier alien at the edge of the border.

More aliens swarm in, and you can barely keep them at bay. You don’t want to risk flying, not when that thing easily knocked a Stark-made suit from the sky.

It’s frantic dodging and firing, and the combination of Bucky’s machine gun, shouting from all sides, and the vicious growling of the creatures is overwhelming.

“There’s too many of them,” Bruce shouts over comms. You don’t even have room to breathe, let alone respond. Drawing back your bow, you fire an arrow down an alien’s throat.

“I know! But Shuri has to get the stone-“ You’re cut off by a light striking the ground. The resulting blast is as bright as your powers.

An ax flies from the stream, lighting trailing behind it. Thor.

When the glow fades, the god himself stands in the crater. Alongside… is that a tree and a raccoon? A raccoon with a gun?

“Oh, shit, I really am going crazy,” Bucky mumbles.

You blink a few times. “Then that makes two of us.”

A few yards away, the helmet of the Hulkbuster suit retracts. From the comically large suit, Bruce cackles. “You guys are so screwed now!”

Thor runs at the enemy lines, demanding Thanos as his newly forged weapon glows with power.

With the new arrival, the tide begins to turn. You fight your way to Steve as the aliens are distracted.

“Glad you could join me,” he snarks. You chuckle, shaking your head as you fire arrow after arrow.

“I only came over because you also need to be careful. I can’t kick alien ass and babysit you two.” He dodges an attack before sending the creature flying.

“I’m Captain America, (Y/N), I don’t need to be-“

The alien with the retractable hammer sends it flying towards the blond before you blast it away, searing with heat in the water.

You raise a brow at Steve. “Like I said. Careful.”

Bucky comes running towards the both of you. Right away, you go into alert mode.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“I’m fine.” He promises you and Steve. “Uh, the raccoon with the gun tried to buy my arm, but other than that…”

You all look at the small creature. It’s shouting obscenities as it crawls around.

“I’ve seen weirder,” Steve decides after a moment.

You make a disbelieving sound as you ready another arrow. “Are you sure?”

A low rumbling shakes the ground before he can joke back. Something’s moving, and fast. The ground bulges, and some sort of technical monstrosity tears out.

They’re like giant razors, rolling across the field and ripping up everything in their path. T’Challa calls for everyone to fall back, but you take to the sky instead. Even though the machines are taller than the trees, 70 years of training helps you find the weak spot.

Nimbly dodging the sharp edges, you fire a powerful beam of light into the center of the wheel, along the side where the engine is stored. Thanks to the radiating heat, the whole thing shuts down, crumbling apart and running into the ground.

But there are nine more, and you don’t have the energy to keep this up.

“Sam, Rhodey.” You call out to the other fliers. “Focus on the sides near the center, there’s some sort of engine there.”

They respond in the affirmative, and after a while, drive it back toward the enemy. It’s progress, but it’s too slow. People are dying.

Then you spot a glowing red blur.

Wanda’s powers cover the wheels, tossing them into the air before bringing them down atop the oncoming aliens. She smiles up at you, nodding in unspoken understanding.

She’s unstoppable, really. Whatever her powers are, they pack quite the punch. And it looks like you could almost win with her influence alone.

“Guys, we got a Vision situation here,” Sam says. Shit. He’s tackled out of the air as he heads toward the forest.

From the center of the fighting, Steve shouts, “Somebody get to Vision.”

“I will,” you call to him. It’s not like any of the ugly space dogs are jumping up to where you hover 200 feet in the air, and the alien generals are preoccupied with Wanda, Thor, and the rest of the group. Well, mainly Wanda and Thor.

You hear them before you see them. Bruce trails you as you spot the giant alien and a skinnier male. He’s carrying a scythe.

The scientist lands first and almost immediately starts duking it out with the larger one. So much for teamwork. You practically crash-land between the android and alien, light swirling around your hands.

“Back up,” you warn the wrinkled creature. “Or I’ll blast you back into space.”

He sneers at you, before spinning the weapon in his hands. Okay, not one for conversation, you think to yourself as he charges.

You block the strike by grabbing the pole and slamming your elbow in between the plates of his armor. Even as he crumples to the ground, he clings to the scythe.

You should’ve melted it when you had it in your grasp, because before you can block he leaps up and slices it across your leg. Flinging yourself away from him as you groan in pain, you watch as Vision rushes forward.

“C’mon, c’mon,” you wince, watching the skin stitch together. The cut was deep, and you’re already exhausted. “Kind of in an important situation right now.”

While you’re still down, the alien manages to stab Vision through the gut. You didn’t even think it was possible. One of the robot’s many abilities was to change his density, so if something was thrown at him, it could simply pass through without harm. But as you watched, you saw his body flickering, almost glitching.

“I thought you were formidable, machine,” the thing hisses. “But you’re dying, like any man.” He yanks the weapon from your friend’s body, and only then do you find the energy to blast him back on his insectoid ass.

When your leg is still healing, you stand shakily.

Hissing from the pain, you limp to the alien. He swings the scythe again, but you grab the hilt, kicking it from his hands.

You yank a knife from your belt, allowing yourself to fall back on instinct as you slash and stab. Even if you only manage to nick him a few times, it’s better than letting him close to Vision.

A downward slash here, a stab as he dodges, toss the knife to your other hand and go for the face.

Eventually, you get tired of attacking and he gets tired of dodging. The alien kicks you square in the ribs, knocking the air from your lungs as you fly back. Shit.

He looms over you, scythe in hand. You groan. It probably won’t kill you, even if he stabs all the way through your body. But it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.

Your savior comes in the form of Steve, in all of his spangly glory, knocking the alien off his feet.

“Get out of here!” he yells to you and Vision. “Go! Get to Bucky!”

Rather than doing as he says, you fire off a beam of light at the man, tag-teaming him as Vision struggles to get on his feet.

“I’m not leaving you,” you sternly say. “And I’m definitely not losing either of you dumbasses.”

Steve has the gall to laugh before the alien throws him over a log and chokes him. From behind the two, the android gestures to the scythe. It’s still on the ground.

You grab it as the two fight, tossing it to Vision.

He stabs it through the alien just as Steve starts choking. Raising the shish-kebabed creature before tossing him away, Vision almost collapses before Steve helps him up.

“I told you to go,” the latter chastises. Despite the gaping, glowing wound in his chest, Vision chuckles.

He repeats Steve’s quote from earlier. “We don’t trade lives, Captain.”

A loud boom sounds from behind your group. As soon as you raise glowing hands, Thor bursts through the tree line.

“Hrafn.” He calls you by a language that even you don’t recognize. “I need your help.”

Steve presses a kiss to your hand as you take off, soaring into the air after the god.

“There, target the seams,” he shouts over the howling wind. You can feel his powers crackle. They’re more erratic than yours or Wanda’s, but they’re also destructive. Perfect for blowing up alien ships.

You cast blasts at the tech, your precise attacks followed shortly by Thor’s lightning.

Then something changes in the air. You feel it in your bones. A deep unrest that stills you mid-air.

Your boys. You have to get to them.

Thor’s already gone by the time you drop from the sky. You want to shout for them, but if this feeling means what you think, you don’t want to draw in any attention.

You practically jump a foot in the air when Steve and Bucky appear from the brush behind you.

“Doll,” the latter gasps, hurrying towards you. He grabs your face in gentle hands as Steve joins the both of you.

Swallowing hard, your voice almost breaks when you speak again.

“Do you feel that?” you whisper. It’s haunting, and sends a cold chill up your boys’ spines. “It’s in the air, it’s…”

Steve raises a hand to his earpiece. “Everyone, on my position. We have incoming.”

It’s silent for a moment, then something appears in the woods. It almost hurts, the wave of energy that washes over you.

He’s there.

Thanos is as ugly as you imagined. He’s absurdly tall and purple. But more than anything else, he wears a gauntlet. And there are five stones in it.

He’s come for the last.

Steve expands the shield on his arm, sighing slow and long.

“Eyes up. Stay sharp.”

You stay further back, waiting and watching. Bruce is first to charge, but phases through the titan and lands halfway in a cliff.

Steve is thrown by a purple surge, so is T’Challa. Sam’s wings are deactivated and he crashes to the forest floor.

You run over to Wanda as Thanos fights the others.

“I’ll hold him off.” It’s too late to save Vision. “I’m sorry,” you say, gently squeezing her hand.

Rhodey goes down, so do Bucky, Okoye, and Nat. Plus the tree alien. But you’re not too worried about him.

You draw your bow, aimed on the titan as you pour all of your energy into a single arrow. Light pours from it, searing and burning. You loose it.

Thanos tries to block it, but it soars to its mark in his chest. He goes to rip it out, but you raise a hand and force the light deeper.

He’s groaning in pain now, clawing at his chest where the light is embedded. If you can just get close enough, you can get the gauntlet, or maybe the stones from it.

You creep forward, hand twisting every time he seems to push through the pain.

‘I can do it,’ you think. ‘The gauntlet is right there.’

The second you lay a hand on the golden glove, Thanos’s eyes shoot open. Through the pain and the literal burning hole in his chest, he grabs you and throws you away.

The force with which you slam onto the ground causes your head to fling back, hitting the ground with enough force to knock the average human out.

You blink hazily, gasping for air and words and your boys. If Thanos is going to win and you’re going to die, you want to spend your last moments with them. They’ll move on without you, you think.

A part of you wants them to move on. To remember you fondly and smile as they learn to live without you. But you’re too selfish. You never want them to live without you.

Turning your head to the side, you see Bucky a few feet away. You crawl to him, dragging yourself across the leaves.

“(Y/N)?” he whispers. He’s as dazed as you are.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s me, Buck.” Slowly, he pulls you close, shielding both of your eyes from the titan. You don’t have enough energy to even stand, much less put up a fight.

And then the Mind Stone shatters. You feel it, and manage to raise your head to see. Vision’s body is gray, and Wanda is sobbing, but maybe it’ll keep Thanos from the last stone.

“He’s got the Time Stone,” Bucky mumbles. Your heart drops.

Just as he said, Vision is back in the blink of an eye. And Thanos crushes his skull as he pries the stone from his head.

If the energy upon his arrival was powerful, it grows stronger with all six stones. You tuck your head under Bucky’s chin, trying to fight off the headache.

From behind you, Thor strikes. You hear a blow connect, and a whisper of, “I told you… You’d die for that.”

The next words remove any hope you had.

“You should’ve gone for the head.”

Bucky barely manages to roll over to take the brunt of the explosion, holding you even closer. He doesn’t know where Steve is. He’s almost too scared to look up to find him, lest all he sees is his body.

Gentle hands give him a breath of relief.

Steve grabs the both of you, helping you sit up and Bucky to stand.

“Where’d he go?” the blond asks.

From beside you, Bucky feels something in his flesh hand. A tingle, like it’s asleep.

“Steve? (Y/N)?”

You want to scream. He’s dissolving, he’s fucking dissolving and you’ve healed bullet wounds and lacerations and bones completely out of their place but you can’t heal this.

All you can do is hug him as Steve does the same. You’re both crying now, pressing kisses to his lips before it’s too late.

“Please don’t go,” you whisper.

Bucky laughs, scared and quiet. “It’s all right, doll. You two take care of each other, and I’ll see you a long time from now. You’ll be okay.”

“Not without you,” Steve pleads. He can’t watch this. Not again.

Then there’s nothing. He’s gone.

No blood, no screams. Just… dust.

In the field, you see more soldiers turning to dust. They just vanish. Painlessly, at least.

Steve goes to reach you, comfort you and for you to comfort him. He needs to know you aren’t going to disappear too.

And you won’t. A part of him knows that.

But when his hand goes to pull you in it dissolves.

“No.” Your tone is final. You’re shaking and the tears are coming silently now. Grabbing his quickly disappearing arm, you push your powers to their limit. But there’s nothing to heal. There’s nothing to heal because there’s technically no injury. No illness.

You sob out in frustration, wishing for the first time that HYDRA had fucked you up even more if it would let you save at least one of the loves of your life.

“I’m so sorry,” Steve whispers, kissing your forehead. You’re going to be alone again. You’re going to watch both of them die and it breaks him knowing that it’ll break you. “I’m sorry sweetheart, you don’t deserve this.”

Your knees buckle under you and he’s not there to catch you.

Neither of them are.

You cradle your arms to your chest, and curl in on yourself. Your forehead rests on the dust, but you can't bring yourself to gather the remains.

The last time you lost Steve and Bucky, there was still a sliver of hope. But you just watched them both slip through your fingers.

They’re gone.

———————————————————————

None of the surviving Avengers have it in them to pull you away from the dust-covered ground, not when you’re screaming and sobbing hours later.

After the crying, you go silent.

It’s late at night when Natasha comes to check on you.

Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, your hair is messy from where you’ve grabbed at it, and there’s marks on your hands where you dug your nails in.

She sits next to you without saying anything. Instead, she puts an arm around your shoulder, and lets you lean on her. Your grief is palpable.

As smart as Natasha Romanoff is, she’s slightly lacking in the healthy coping mechanisms department. So she proposes the exact thing that will get you out of this goddamned field.

“Thanos is still out there.”

It’s all she has to say.

“I’m going to kill him. And it’s not going to be quick,” you respond. Your voice is hoarse and level but tired all the same.

She nods. “Once we find him, he’s all yours.”

———————————————————————

You wish you could say that you were excited when Tony came home alive. However, the weeks were blurring together and everything was washed in an all-consuming grief and frustration.

When Tony came off the plane and saw you alone, he knew in an instant.

He knew better than to wish you well, or give you condolences. All of the thoughts and prayers in the world can’t bring back a loved one. Tony knows that more than most.

And the day later, the surviving heroes gather. There’s a new girl, Carol Danvers, another alien that knows the raccoon. You try to be polite, but you can’t. You’re too drained, too tired.

And honestly, you’re angry above everything else. You’re tired of being so fucking sad. You hate how much of your life you’ve spent grieving, and how every time you get something, it’s ripped away in the cruelest way possible.

You’ve lost the ability to distinguish anger and sadness. The ache hurts just the same. Burning.

“It’s been 23 days since Thanos came to Earth.” You look up at Rhodey’s voice, and immediately wish you hadn’t.

You’re met with a picture of Bucky. An ID.

James Barnes. When it flashes away, Steve Rogers takes his place.

You swipe the screen away.

Natasha doesn’t mention it. “World governments are in pieces.The parts that are still working… are trying to take a census and it looks like he did… He did exactly what he said he was gonna do.”

“Thanos wiped out… 50% of all living creatures,” she finishes.

“Where is he now?” Tony asks before you can.

Rhodey shrugs. “We don’t know. He just opened a portal and walked through.”

The genius rolls forward a bit in his wheelchair, pointing to Thor.

“What’s up with him?”

“Oh, he’s pissed,” the raccoon, who’s name you’ve come to know as Rocket, sighs. “He thinks he failed.”

“And he didn’t?” you spit. You know you’ll regret blaming him later. It’s not his fault any more than yours. But now, you just need a reason that you’re alone again.

“No, he definitely did. But there’s a lot of that going around, ain’t there?”

“Honestly, until this exact second, I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.”

You listen to them argue back and forth, tensions rising, flinching as Tony rips out the IV and starts yelling.

“Listen!” you snap. “All I want, is to know where Thanos went.” Your voice starts shaking again, but shit, you aren’t going to start crying. Because if you start, you won’t stop.

“I- I just need to know where he went so I can do what I do best, and… And you’ll never have to deal with me again.”

No one wants to ask what you mean by that.

Nebula, a blue cybernetic alien, speaks up.

“I can tell you where Thanos is.”

———————————————————————

Before loading onto the ship and heading to the planet the titan was on, you dug through an old bin.

Some more of yours and… Bucky’s equipment had been recovered from Siberia a while back. And in your box there was a weapon.

HYDRA had tried to train you with the scythe, with a blade far larger than the one carried by the alien a few weeks ago. It didn’t go well. A scythe really isn’t meant for constant combat. It’s a tool for execution. That’s why you were HYDRA’s scythe.

It’ll work perfectly.

The group climbs on the ship, and jets off. At any other time, you’d be in awe of the vastness of space. Now… you squeeze your eyes shut before you think too much.

Carol flies back up from where she went to scout. “There’s no ships, no armies, no recon. It’s just him.”

The planet is gorgeous. Even through all of your cynicism, you can’t deny that.

Even so, your eyes are set on the cabin in the distance. You split up and arrive last, scythe at your side and your eyes set on the titan.

He’s well restrained. Danvers had him in a chokehold, Bruce has one shoulder in the grasp of the Hulkbuster suit, Rhodey has the other arm, and Thor’s chopped off the hand with the gauntlet.

Rocket turns over the severed hand, and it’s empty.

“Where are they?” you ask Thanos.

Carol tightens her grip. “You heard her. Answer the question.”

“The universe required correction. After that, the stones served no purpose… beyond temptation.”

“You murdered trillions!” Bruce yells, shoving him back.

“You should be grateful.”

Natasha speaks when you can’t. “Where are the stones?”

Thanos gasps from where he’s been punched to the floor. “Gone. Reduced to atoms.”

“You used them two days ago!”

“I used the stones to destroy the stones. It nearly killed me.”

You laugh. “You’re gonna wish it had.” You tuck the scythe into the holder in your back and kick Thanos further into the hut.

There’s so many things you could do. You’ve inflicted horrific tortures on people, and this one is the most deserving. You could grow new bones, you could puncture his lungs or rip apart his organs. You could-

“(Y/N)?” Bruce asks. He moves the suit in front of you, but the look in your eyes will haunt him for years. He hasn’t known you long, but the violence you’re about to inflict scares him.

“Move.” When you go to step around, Rhodey and Nat pull you back. “Let me go!” you shout. Carol charges up her powers, but you shove them all away with a harmless wave of light.

“I am inevitable,” Thanos says. You smirk, cold and unfamiliar.

“So am I.”

You don’t even know what you’ve done until you sink the blade down the middle of his skull.

The body is covered in deep cuts and burns, boiling across the skin and melting the muscles and organs that are visible.

There’s blood. There’s so much blood.

As you step back, Thor takes the head off the corpse in one swing of his ax. The two of you start walking out, intent on leaving and never looking back. The god had promised to drop you off at an old safehouse before disappearing. He was as broken as you were now.

“What did you do?” Rocket whispers in horror. You pause, swallowing down the mix of guilt, regret, and so much grief.

“I avenged.”

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[delyth88]

Watching Avengers for the first time in ages and I'm noticing in the music the use of the two chords that were used in Infinity War and Endgame as Thanos' theme, iirc. The two chords a semitone apart.

They're not particularly significant in Avengers, and I assume were not intended to be tied to Thanos, but rather just signifying the threat Loki posed, but I can't get Thanos and the events of IW out of my head when I hear them. It's rather disconcerting when for example Loki is speaking to Fury from the cage in the Helicarrier and putting on this superior facade - it undermines his intent here and I can only see him in relation to Thanos here. Agh! My heart! 💔😢

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[happy74827]

Mistakes Were Made

[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Thor soothes your worries over a nightmare that seems too real

WC: 802

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort (With a lot of curse words lmao). 

And as always, if you enjoyed reading, please don’t be afraid to comment and reblog!! Feedback is very much appreciated

『••✎••』

Every bone — every muscle in your body felt as if it was on fire. You couldn’t move. You barely could breathe, gasping for the slightest of air.

“…Thor...” You tried to yell— tried to scream towards him. You were hoping he would turn around the corner and blast the raisin-looking fucker back to Assvile where he belonged, but he never did.

Barney the Dinosaur on drugs, dragged your fatigued body around the corner. Once he had, you saw him. You saw him and your heart shattered into millions of pieces

Thor, the strongest man— god you’ve ever known was pinned to the ground, bound in scrap metal. He had been beaten with scrapes, burns, cuts, with dried blood all along his upper body and face. His once vibrant eye — since his “evil sister” snatched the other one — was now dark with fury. You watched as his teeth ground together once his eyes met your gaze. For as long as you’ve known him, you have never seen him this enraged.

Not even at Malekith who killed his mother, and he was furious back then too.

“Listen, boy,” The purple man spoke. You whine out in pain as he roughly grabbed a fist full of your matted hair, forcing you to look at your beloved in the eye. “I don’t want to make this uglier than it has to be.”

“You slaughtered my people.” Thor growled.

“I did what I had to do. You’ll understand in time.” He retorted, “I assume this… human is important to you?”

“You—”

“Where’s the tesseract?” He asked, “I already killed your friend, don’t make the same mistake twice.”

Thor averted his eye from him and turned his attention towards you. Not a word was said, but you understood from his expression. You saw each swirl of emotion. The rage had dissipated when he glanced at you, always staring back with such kind eyes.

But not this time. His eyes had grown soft, but it wasn’t kindness. It was fear.

He realized what was about to happen, and he knew he couldn’t stop it. He wasn’t strong enough, you both knew it.

The God finally met his match.

His working eye tore apart from yours when he had noticed him from behind, lifting his gauntlet towards your face. He knew what he was going to do, he did the same thing to him just moments prior.

He tugged on his restraints just as the unbearable pain reached your temple. You felt as if you were on fire now. Feeling your flesh and skin breaking away from your bones. You wailed in agony.

“No!!—“

You gasped, jolting violently upwards. Your hand finds its place on your heart, feeling the rapid heartbeat. It took you a second to realize you weren’t actually dying before your heart slowed down to normal.

You collectively analyzed the familiar surroundings, the soft chattering from outside the door gave you a breath of relief.

You were in New Asgard. It was just a nightmare.

You sat up, running hands through your hair, while the dream replayed itself like a broken record. The fear for you in his eyes left you haunted.

“Love?” His voice echoed beneath the door, knocking gently. “You —uh… alright in there?”

Thor.

He had continued to speak, but you didn’t pay any mind to what he had to say. You bolted towards the door and jumped into his arms violently, barely missing your head as you pulled the door open at lightning speed.

You felt his arms wrap around your upper thighs for support as you nuzzled your head into his neck. You sighed in relief, “Thank god…”

He chuckled a bit, “I was only gone for an hour.”

“An hour too long.”

You pulled your arms up, steadying your hands on his shoulders as he readjusted his hands onto your back, so you could look him in the eye. That’s when he noticed the dried tears.

“Hey,” He soothed, “It was the same dream, wasn’t it?”

“No...” You looked away, “...maybe.”

He rolled his eyes, walking inside your bedroom with his heel closing the door behind him. He lowered you down to the floor, your eyes never leaving him as he muttered, “He’s dead, Little Dove, don’t let him take over your dreams. You’re too beautiful to cry.”

You gave him a saddened smile as you stared into his eyes — one blue, one brown — finally a complete working set again. The kind eyes that stared back were only filled with merriment now. He was content and so were you. 

At least… at the moment.

“It wasn’t the same dream,” You muttered softly, “you didn’t die this time.”

He hummed in response, listening, as he left tentative kisses on your neck. “Who was the unlucky fellow?”

“Me.”

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[projectprotectloki]

Vibes.

#f 4th of July #loki #marvel #thor #mcu #tom hiddleston #projectprotectloki #thor ragnarok #project protect loki #loki laufeyson #infinity war #disney + #endgame #loki disney series #loki disney+ #avengers #disney #disney+ #chris hemsworth #thor the dark world #independence day #for who??? #so not patriotic this year #personal

[zafirosreverie]

Not today it seems (Proxima x F!Reader)

Proxima clenched her fists tightly as you laughed with that little friend of yours again. She hated when your best friend came to visit you. First, because you were Thanos' spy on earth, he had given you an opportunity to serve him and you had taken it.

You said you didn't care about the lives you had to sacrifice to help him, you believed in his ideals, despite being human yourself. Inviting your friend was a clear risk to the mission.

Second, you were distracted, leaving your weaknesses in the sight of everyone in the order. You never seemed more human to her than when you hugged your friend and laughed with her. You seemed so fragile and childish...but at the same time happier, freer. It confused her.

And third and most important, although Proxima was not human and you still had to explain a lot to her about your customs, there was one thing she did know, something universal that crossed all kinds of boundaries in space and time. Something that was painfully obvious to everyone but you: that girl was flirting with you.

Now, she didn't want to brag, but she'd been married before, and though things between her and Corvus hadn't ended well, it taught her enough to recognize all the signs. Your friend wanted to keep you.

And she was NOT going to allow it. If only Ebony would let her kill that stupid friend of yours.

________________________

"Hello, Roxi" you said seductively.

Proxima looked up from the spear she was cleaning to see you locking her room’s door. She looked at you suspiciously as you walked right up to her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

"What are you doing, human?" she asked you curtly to hide her nerves

"What? Can't I come to visit my favorite girl?" you answered

If you were honest, you felt silly and out of place throwing yourself at her like that. But Mackenna was right, you had already tried every subtle way to let the woman know you were returning her feelings (yes, you were fully aware that you were the beautiful alien's crush), but she just dismissed them nonchalantly, thinking that they were just "stupid human jokes".

So here you were. You couldn't get any more direct than this. She had to understand.

"I'm not a girl" she told you

"It's a saying, Roxi"

"That's not my name"

"Proxima, we already talked about this! It's a nickname!!" you rolled your eyes "look, you better shut up because I came in hot and you're cooling me down very quickly"

"Hot?" she frowned "Why did you come here then? If you're hot you should go to the infirmary right away. We can't have weak and sick soldiers in the black order"

"W-what? N-no, I didn't mean-" you sighed deeply. Total failure "I didn't mean hot like that"

"Not like that? Then what, woman, what?!"

You looked into her eyes for a few seconds. It really frustrated you that she didn't get the message, but you also couldn't deny that she looked adorable when she desperately didn't understand your "human ways," as she and Ebony called them.

"You're lucky you're cute, or I would have given up by now" you said, giving her a light tap on the nose before turning away and walking to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To plan something else. Maybe next time I'll give you a letter or just tell you that I love you directly" you shrugged and left there, leaving a very perplexed and confused alien woman.

_______________________

"Oh that's not true"

"Yup" you nodded

"But you hugged her?" Mackenna asked

"Yep"

"And you used the casual reveal card at the last second?"

"I did it"

"And still she didn't get it?!"

"nope"

Your friend looked at you in disbelief for a moment before moaning and hiding her face in her hands.

"Why do aliens have to be so difficult?!" she growled

"I take it things weren't better with Maw then?" you smiled

"He didn't even get past the friendly greeting"

"...I still can't believe you like him" you laughed

"You like a much more evil version of Maleficent, leave me alone, sleeping beauty"

You laughed out loud and lay down next to her on the lawn. You knew if Proxima or Ebony saw you, you'd be cold turkey for a week, but it was their fault for not picking up the clear signs of infatuation.

The only consolation you had was knowing that at least things would be more interesting once Thanos announced that Mackenna was part of the order now as well. Oh, you already wanted to see everyone's faces.

#reader insert #x reader #avengers x reader #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #MCU #infinity war #proxima midnight #proxima midnight x reader #proxima midnight imagine #proxima midnight preference #proxima x reader #black order #black order x reader #f!reader #fem!reader

[foli-vora]

without you

matt murdock x f!reader

A/N: made myself hurt with this one tbh. I'll think about a part 2 if enough are interested, but I'll warn you - it won't be a happy ending lmao. Enjoy the angst-fest loves! x

Summary: You return after the 'blip'. Five years is a long time, and a lot of things can happen in that time.

Word count: 2.1kish

Warnings: ANGST. ANGST ANGST ANGST. i got sad af writing this. i don't even know what to put in the warnings. the events of infinity war & endgame, brief mention of the avengers, severe and utter fucking heartbreak, i would lose my fucking mind coming home after an apparent 5 years and finding the love of my life *******, lots of anxiety/panic, severe panic attack, passing out. no hate to karen here - she's a fucking babe.

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It happens within a blink.

One moment there’s no one, and the next, an older woman is suddenly standing in your way and you can’t help the brief twitch of annoyance that she’s there. You have a meeting, you have groceries to get… you can’t just play chicken with a stranger on the pavement all afternoon.

She freezes, like many others you notice, and your frown deepens, confusion starting to take over the irritation. They all look at you, but not just you.

Time seemingly comes to a momentary freeze and you just don’t understand. Why is she looking at you like that?

The next minute—panic.

There’s a rush.

People scramble for their phones, they run. Cars swerve and there’s chaos. There are people crying, people start screaming, but there’s also awe, laughter. People embrace strangers. You know they’re strangers by the way they look around in complete bewilderment in the arms of the other, seemingly just as confused as you.

Five years.

Why do you keep hearing ‘five years’? Why are shop fronts different? What the hell has happened? 

“You’re… you’re all back,” the woman utters, tears starting to build along her lash line.

Back?

You feel it in the pit of your stomach, a sick feeling of dread slowly building until it feels like it sticks uncomfortably in your throat. Something happened. You don’t know what, you don’t know how, all you know is that you need to go home immediately.

It’s halfway back to the apartment, after passing things that weren’t there previously, shops that you had passed just hours before now different, and your phone simply refusing to connect for unknown reasons, that you break into a panicked run.

You want home, you want somewhere familiar.

Matt left for work the same time as you—would the new mayhem taking over the streets bring him home to you? Maybe he’d already be waiting, sensing the frenzy before you?

The view of your building is a welcome relief, and you slow as you reach the door, heart pounding in your chest as you take the stairs as quickly as possible. The apartment is unlocked, and you berate yourself for forgetting to lock up earlier, but Matt’s cane resting by the door turns your inward irritation to understanding.

He’s home. He got here before you. He must be waiting, maybe he’d have answers—

“Matty?” you call, “do you have any idea what’s—”

A clatter, a sweep of air, and then he’s on you.

He’s curled around you before you can even finish, his arms so tight and constricting you struggle to take in a full breath. He’s talking, muttering incoherent words into the skin of your throat and all you can do is stand there, mind whirling in a maddening rush, not even able to lift your arms to return his embrace due to his restrictive hold.

“You’re here,” he breathes, almost disbelieving, “you’re here. I didn’t want to have hope but—God, I—”

“Matt, I’m so confused,” you breathe, unsure of why tears are starting to gloss your eyes or why your heart suddenly feels like it’s beating in the back of your throat, “what’s going on? It’s crazy out there, I don’t know wh—”

“I know. I know, sweetheart. I’ve missed you. God, I’ve missed you. It’s been so long, I didn’t think I’d ever—” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence and a few more panicked kisses press into the side of your throat.

He’s crying.

You feel the wetness of his tears smear over your skin and it’s enough to bring your own falling heavily from your eyes. What is he talking about? You saw him this morning, only mere hours ago. You made breakfast, you kissed him goodbye like every other day, nothing had been different. 

“Matt,” you whimper, “what the hell is going on?”

—

Five years. You were gone for five years. Just one day—poof. Out of existence, never to be seen again. The city had been clouded by dust, remnants of those also taken disappearing with the autumn breeze. So many people just lost. You don’t remember any of it.

There was no pain, no suffering. You had no recollection of the time lost at all, and yet for Matt it had been years.

Years since he had touched you, kissed you, felt you. He tells you that he looked for you for weeks, months. Even went to the damn Avengers—or what was left of them—and found out what had happened. He’d been distraught, falling into a deep, dark pit of despair and heartbreak from the sudden loss of you.

You cry for him, for the time you’d lost together.

Nothing could ever make up for it. Sure, you’re here now, but could you ever truly make up for the loss of time? What had he gone through during your absence?

The two of you don’t part for what feels like hours.

Matt clings to you, inhaling you deeply and kissing whatever inch of skin he could reach. He doesn’t pull away to answer your questions, instead letting the low rumble of his voice melt through the fabric of your shirt and flooding warmth along your shoulder.

His hands still roam over you, almost as if they’re retracing your dips and curves to remind himself of how you felt when you disappeared five years ago. You catch his fingers with a sweet flutter in your chest, lifting his hand to press a tender kiss to the back of it when the smooth feel of metal catches your attention.

It’s a simple gold band, fit snug around the fourth finger of his left hand and you rub your finger over the shiny surface of it in curiosity. He wasn't wearing a ring this morning...

A ring. 

A wedding ring.

You feel sick.

He senses the moment you realise it, picking up on the sudden quicken of your heartbeat and the clammy sting of sweat that builds along the back of your neck.

His tongue darts out to moisten his lips as you stare at the smooth gold band in shock, feeling as if the room had suddenly gotten ten times smaller. He starts to shift, his fingers quickly flipping to wrap around your wrists to keep you from moving away.

“Let me explain—”

“You… are—are you married?”

“Sweetheart, please—”

You hurriedly stand, wrenching your hands from his and stumbling on your quick step back as he advances after you. He’s married? How can he be married?

Maybe he’s not. Maybe he just slid the ring you both picked out onto his finger when you disappeared in an effort to keep your memory fresh… but with the shine of guilt starting to seep into his features, you fear it’s not as sentimental as you hope.

Panic consumes you. Your eyes flitter around the room, your ears filling with a dull ring that drowns out whatever words fall from his lips as he cautiously steps after you.

It’s your apartment, but it’s… it’s not.

You start to notice the little things you had missed upon coming home so quickly. That throw over the back of the couch isn’t yours. The coffee mug next to Matt’s on the kitchen counter isn’t yours. Your trinkets aren’t lingering on the shelves where you’d placed them. Your shoes aren’t thrown by the door. Your photo with Matt isn’t in its usual spot on the wall.

Instead, another picture hangs there.

Bile burns the back of your throat. Your heart thunders away in your ears. You know what it is, you can see the general feel of it and who stands within the frame through blurry eyes, but you simply can’t accept it.

It’s morbid curiosity that makes you take those few steps towards it, a part of you screaming to not look, to turn away before it really hammers that final nail into the coffin and fucking destroys you. Maybe your mind needs to truly see it in order to make sense of it… but no. It only makes you more confused, more distressed.

What the fuck?

Oxygen is impossible. You can’t fucking breathe. You can’t—

“Sweetheart—”

It’s a wedding photo.

Matt’s wedding photo.

Matt and Karen’s wedding photo.

“Oh my god,” you whimper brokenly, clutching a hand to your chest in an effort to keep yourself together. You press where you feel the rapid beat of your heart, half wondering if you’d be able to feel the break of the frantic organ under your palm.

The room starts to spin.

This morning you’d woken up with an apartment and a fiancé, and now, only a few hours later, you have nothing. How can you have nothing? The apartment is home to you—you left your pyjamas on the floor of the bathroom this morning. You had your coffee at the counter. The love you feel for Matt is present as it always had been, there in the centre of your entire being, so sweet and consuming and yet, his love for you had seemingly vanished.

Disintegrated, along with your body apparently five years ago. Maybe with a clearer head, you’d come to understand that five years is a long time and it’s understandable that he had to move on at some point, but in the moment you feel nothing but hurt—rage.

Matt’s hands are frantic on your body, grabbing at your arms and keeping you from falling to the floor as a sob tears its way out of your chest. You can hear him try to soothe you, hear his worry that your heart is erratic and you just need to breathe.

Breathe, sweetheart—please, breathe.

You can’t. You simply can’t.

Oxygen isn’t coming as easily as it should. Your lungs burn. You’re shaking, unable to stop the tremble taking over your body as you choke on your tears. They burn your skin, painting your cheeks with the bitterness of your heartbreak and they just won’t stop. 

He supports you as you sink towards the floor, legs no longer having the strength to hold you up. He goes down with you, hands cradling your head to his chest and you can’t find it in you to push him away and escape his touch.

It’s Matt. Your Matt. 

You shouldn’t want to shrug him off. You shouldn’t feel guilty at his touch. He’s your Matt, has been for the eighteen months you’ve been together. It was meant to be you in that frame, swimming in white with a smile stretched along your lips, Matt dressed to the nines in an immaculate tux and his ever present red shades beside you.

But it’s not. It’s… it’s Karen.

It’s not you, there’s no trace of you anywhere to be seen. Had you been that forgettable? Foggy’s there, Marci a step behind holding a beautiful little girl with ribbons in her hair. They had a baby? You’ve missed so much.

You start weeping for the life you’d missed out on, for the chances and opportunities of growing older with them and the sweet potential you had had with Matt.

Gone.

All of it, just—gone.

Where would you be now had your soul not been chosen? Married? Promoted? A godmother to the sweet little angel cradled in Marci’s arms? 

“Sweetheart, come back to me,” Matt’s voice cuts through your despair, low and soft in your ear and you cling to him tighter, “breathe. I’ve got you, I’m here.”

“I-I’ve lost so much,” you choke out, hiding your tear stricken face in his throat and desperately trying to get ahold of your body jerking with each difficult inhale and broken exhale, “and I didn’t even know—”

You didn’t know. You didn’t know anything when you apparently ‘returned’. It’s all so haunting and overwhelming and so fucking confusing. 

He stills smells the same, feels the same, despite all these years. You cling to him, desperate for comfort in the moment of your utter heartbreak, but it doesn’t work like it used to and that only makes your pain increase tenfold. His hold feels wrong now. His hold isn’t for you anymore. He has a wife.

You still don’t understand. You can’t comprehend the fact that he’s married, that the arms that hold you are now meant for someone else. They were yours this morning. It’s not possible. You had him this morning; you felt him this morning, you kissed him—

“Sweetheart,” he’s urgent now, manoeuvring you in his hold until you sit in front of him, your back pressed up against his chest and his arms tight around your torso, “breathe with me. Feel my chest, listen to me and follow—in… and out. Come on—”

You pay attention to the exaggerated feel of him breathing against your back, focusing on every expansion of his chest and attempting to match the pace of your inhales. It doesn’t work. Your heart still thunders away against your ribs, your mind still runs fucking wild, and your eyes threaten to roll back from the rush of it all.

“Stay with me,” he begs, but his voice starts to sink to the back of your mind, taken over by the high pitched ring sounding in your ears.

It’s not long until black fully engulfs your vision, and Matt’s voice calling your name is the last thing you hear, frantic and terrified. Maybe you'll find peace in the darkness.

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[crazyinlovewithbucky]

"Who would've thought I'd get you?"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x avenger!witch!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky were both in Wakanda at the same time. He was getting the winter soldier out of his head and trying to find his peace and his old self there and you were getting rid of your demons and fighting your dark self who consumed you after reading the dark hold. You both found peace and familiarity in each other's company and got really close to each other. After healing and leaving Wakanda, you lived in Brooklyn and got closer to each other until your relationship escalated and took a very interesting turn.

Warnings: angst, fluff, infinity war, and endgame events, living in Wakanda, mentions of the blip, mentions of therapy, friends to lovers, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, making out, use of sergeant and doll, sub to dom to sub reader, dom to sub to dom Bucky, creampie, breeding kink, magic used on Bucky, magic handcuffs, overstimulation, orgasm denial, edging, manipulating(?), very horny Bucky, very very horny reader, sexting, sending nudes, mentions of oral (m receiving), soft!dom Bucky, aftercare.

This smut was inspired by the song Get You by Daniel Caeser (feat. Kali Uchis)

AU/N: Hey guys, I just want to confess that I can't stop thinking about this fan art of Bucky so I decided to write a smut inspired by it. I found the picture on Pinterest so credit to the artist @daxramires on twitter and tumblr. Anyway, hope you enjoy it and I'd like to remind you that English isn't my first language so excuse me if I misspell or mispronounce anything. Enjoy <3.

"I don't know how I could've survived this time without you by my side," Bucky whispered in your ears while you were sitting by the bonfire, surrounded by trees and fields in Wakanda. It was very late in the night, and everyone was asleep, even the goats and cows. It was just you and him, eating roasted corn and talking under the full-of-stars sky of the night. You looked at him and smiled. He was very beautiful with that thick beard of his and his grown, long, and silky hair. And oh, his gazing, shiny blue eyes.

"I don't know how I could've survived without you too, Bucky. You are stronger than you think you are. Always the guy I could lean on and trust blindly." He smiled at your words, took your hands in his, and kissed you deeply. Kissing each other was nothing new to you both, as you got so much closer to each other during this dark time you both are having when you're trying to heal and fight off your demons.

His demons were his past, the winter soldier and all of those years spent locked and frozen, missing out on everything in life. Your demons were actual demons you accidentally summoned while your soul, heart, and mind were being consumed by the dark-hold. That book taught you everything about dark magic, and as a result, you became the most powerful witch of all time, or as you thought you were until you met the Scarlet Witch herself one day and had one of the deadliest fights ever. Lucky for you, she pitied you and wanted to help, so she talked to her team, the very famous Avengers, savers, and protectors of the earth. They decided to help you, and there was no better place to get rid of your demons than the place of peace, happiness, and kind people. Wakanda.

Shauri introduced you to Bucky and told you he was here too to heal, just like you. Your rooms or your huts were next to each other. He was the first one you saw when you woke up and the last one you saw before you went to sleep. You shared everything together. Food, clothes, water, treats, and even the same chores, and when your therapeutic healing sessions got tough on both of you, you always found comfort in each other's arms. That's how you both started kissing and hugging each other, as a way to ground one another and remind yourselves that you have each other.

But kissing each other didn't just occur after bad news or feeling depressed. It occurred after good news and after feeling happy. You didn't know back then in Wakanda what kind of relationship you both had, but it was a beautiful one, and you didn't want to ruin it if you labeled it or asked him if you were just friends or more. You thought to yourself that maybe you were just a part of his healing path, and you were nothing more than a person who helps him get on his feet again, and as soon as he does, he'll leave and start living his life. You wouldn't hate him if he did, and as much as you loved him, you learned how to keep a distance sometimes, just not to get too attached and have high expectations. You kept reminding yourself that you were here to heal and not break your heart more than you should.

After the whole healing journey, you both couldn't make your dreams come true of going to New York and having an apartment there together and for you to start writing again and achieving your dream of becoming a published writer, and he took an interest in photography, especially when you got him a film camera for his birthday and he started taking very beautiful photos of the nature there, of the kids running and helping their fathers in the fields, and of course he took various photos of you, making food, taking care of the goats, lying next to the lake, smiling and trying to push the camera away, washing your hair, and using your magic to lift a very big pile of hay.

Steve came and told you about the fight with Thanos and how you all need to defend Earth, and there might be a chance of no one coming back. You and Bucky were in disbelief; maybe you were more than him and felt anxious. He pulled you away from the team and everyone and took you to your favorite apple tree. He talked and calmed you down, told you everything was going to be okay, and he would never leave your side. And if everything goes downhill, you'll forever remain in his heart, whether he's dead or alive. You both kind of said goodbye to each other, embraced each other, shared a very deep and passionate kiss, cried a little, and said I love you for the first time to each other.

During the fight, you were still protecting each other. You were fighting with each other as a team; he was killing and shooting any alien who got a little bit closer to you, and with your magic, you were dodging their arrows and weapons that got thrown at him. Until the moment in which Thanos killed Vision and you saw Wanda crying and mourning him. You sat by her side, hugged her tightly, and cried with her. Until you felt total silence and everyone started fading away. In a panic, you ran and searched for Bucky. You found Steve, and you were in the middle of asking him if he saw Bucky or not. Bucky came from behind some bushes and said yours and Steve's names. You blinked, and he wasn't there anymore. Just dust flying away. You felt strange. You looked at Steve with burning teary eyes, and his eyes were filled with horror and confusion as he looked at you. You couldn't understand why. He held you and shouted your name as you looked at your hand and found yourself turning into dust and fading away too. You whispered his name in concern, and then everything went black.

After you woke up, you found King T'Challa getting you up on your feet and telling you, Let's go; they're waiting for us to fight. You didn't understand anything. One second later, Steve was shouting your name, and your hands were turning into dust. The other, King T'Challa, was holding you up and guiding you into a gold ring portal to another place. You couldn't find Bucky anywhere until you felt someone hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear, "I'm here doll. Let's get this over with so that we can get that apartment in Brooklyn as we promised." You cried, turned to him, and kissed him deeply.

"I thought I'd lost you," you cried, and you hugged him tightly.

"Never." He hugged you back and whispered in your ear, "I promised you, I'd never leave you." He pulled back again and kissed you. "Now, be a good girl for me and kill those sons of bitches. Make me proud." You giggled at him with teary eyes and nodded.

Of course, after a huge and deadly fight, you won. It took you both more time to heal from that, especially after knowing it's been 5 years since the fight in Wakanda and that Wakanda suffered a big loss, so they cannot take you both in at the moment and they need to rebuild their country again. So you both got back to New York and started seeing therapists. You both were shaken up by what had happened and decided it'd be a big step for you both to live with each other now, so you wanted to take one step at a time.

You were there for each other still, you lived very close to one another and even shared each other's apartment keys. Most of the time you were at each other's places, hanging out, cooking, and watching TV. But there always was a big sexual tension between you both. From him more because he didn't have sex for almost 80 years now and he was dying every time he saw because he just wanted to rip all of your clothes off and fuck you till you both can't breathe anymore. He was very attracted to you in ways, you can't even imagine. There was this one time he came by to your house, opened the door with the extra key you gave him and he saw you in the kitchen wearing an apron while washing the dishes and he almost came in his pants from this sight alone. Later that evening, he fucked his fist at the thought of you being his housewife, wearing that same apron, and he's fucking his cum into your cunt on the countertop.

You both were watching Scarface in your apartment, cuddling on your couch. Bucky was trying his hardest to focus on the movie, not the way your arms were wrapped around him and your left leg was resting on his leg with your head on his shoulder. He was having a fight with himself, as he didn't want his erection to be visible from under his pants so that you wouldn't get disgusted or creeped out by him. Then the line, "The eyes, chico. They never lie." came on.

You mumbled, "I guess this is true." then looked at him deeply.

He smiled and asked, "Why?"

"I believe that eyes can speak all the words and say all the things we bury in our hearts." Your gaze kept going from his eyes to his mouth, and vice versa. You found his pupils dilating until there was only a sin blue round line of his iris. You bit your lips at him, hinting that you need him too, hoping that he shares the same feelings as you, and you were almost certain he does as you noticed the tent forming in his pants and thought that maybe he does need you as much as you need him.

You were right because you found yourself suddenly underneath him as he started devouring your mouth and neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Your tongues were fighting each other for dominance, and he was kissing you like there was no tomorrow. You'd die if he stopped. He started humping his hardened erection into your clothed cunt, and both of you were moaning at the movement and friction happening. He took off your t-shirt and found you not wearing a bra. "Fuck, doll. Are you trying to kill me?" He groaned before attacking your boobs with bites and kisses. He kept sucking and kissing your nipples, making all sorts of sounds and groans. His hips never stopped humping you.

You were cut out of your trance by a phone ringing. You both panted, and he took the phone out of his back pocket, it was Sam with a 911 next to his name. This was Sam's number for emergencies; if he called from this number, then it was an emergency. "Fuck, it's Sam from his 911 number." He said it out of breath, then pulled away from you and sat back on the couch, trying to calm himself and steady his breath. You sat next to him, covered your exposed chest with your arm, and tried to breathe normally too. He looked at you with a smirk, leaned his head forward toward yours, and kissed you deeply.

He answered the call, and Sam started talking right away. While Bucky was listening to Sam, you decided to tease him a little and sat on his lap, pushed him back to lean on the couch, and started grinding on him while kissing his cheek and neck. He groaned and held your hip with his left arm as he was holding the phone to his ear with the other and kept moving you on his crotch. His eyes widened a bit as Sam heard his groans and asked Bucky what he was doing. "Ahhh, nothing. It's just a headache. Go on." He smirked at you. You giggled and kept grinding yourself slowly on him as he took your right boob in his hand and started massaging it and pinching your nipple. You tried your best to hide and muffle your moans, but some were getting out involuntarily.

"Okay. Got it. See you in 10." He said this before hanging up the phone with Sam, and as soon as he did, he flipped you both over and kissed you hungrily.

"Excuse me? "See you in 10"? Please tell me it's in 10 hours," you whined, wrapping your legs and arms around him, not wanting him to leave.

"Sorry, doll. It's urgent. Some Hydra scientists were caught in Prague, and they need me to make them confess where their headquarters are now. It won't take long, I swear. I'll make sure to get back as soon as possible to finish what we started here." He mumbled against your mouth and kept pecking your lips and kissing you between his words. You found it extremely difficult now to say goodbye to him after what you both just shared and had. But he had to go, and you understood that, so you let him go, and he promised to get back to you as soon as possible and in one piece.

While he was away, you couldn't stop texting each other all the time, and your conversation and texts got more sexual. It started out simple: I need you so bad right now. I imagine you lying naked on my bed. I want to kiss you. Then, step by step, you found yourself taking naked pictures of yourself and sending them to him, and he was finding any excuse to go to the bathroom and fuck his fist while looking at your pictures and texting you how much he wants to bury his cock in your cunt and how badly he wants to taste you. Your texts, video calls, and pictures you sent to each other were what made you able to endure the pain of him being away.

You woke up one day and whined when you realized he was not here yet, and you didn't know when he was coming back. He said it wouldn't take long, but it's been a week, and you were going crazy. You had a meeting with the rest of the team in the Avengers Tower, so you took a shower to cool yourself down, got dressed, and went there. Throughout the whole meeting, you couldn't stop thinking about Bucky and the various positions and places you'd make love and fuck on. You've never wanted anyone like that before. You couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, his lips, his collarbones, his strong muscular arms, his thick thighs, and his hard cock. You've been humping your pillow, imagining it was his cock. You miss him. You miss his touches, his kisses, his hugs, his bites, and his smile. You found yourself distracted and closing your legs tightly, trying to ease some of the pain and need growing between your legs. Unfortunately, the day was very long and tiring. Tony and Fury had the whole team training and researching for the new big mission in Europe, as during those 5 years, Hydra built itself again and was planning to cause World War 3. So it was in your hands to stop them before they even began. Of course, you were highly distracted that day and couldn't focus on training or researching. You had your butt kicked multiple times by Yelena as she was screaming at you to focus. You were finally able to breathe when you left and got into a cab, taking you home.

In the cab, you texted Bucky, "I've had a bad day, and I'd like to suck your dick to feel better." You smiled to yourself at the vulgar text you just sent, but you both were used to this way of talking now. You hid your feelings and need for each other for too long now, so you felt like you had to make up for all this time of repressed feelings.

He replied instantly, "Trust me, sucking my dick would just make it worse," with a winky emoji next to it. You giggled and texted him that you miss him so much and can't wait to see him. The ride from Manhattan to Brooklyn took too long, obviously, so Bucky and his usual teasing nature asked you to tell him what you wanted him to do to you when he got back. You smirked and told him everything you'd been daydreaming about today and how you wanted him to touch you and fuck you on every surface in your apartment. How much did you want to feel his tongue and mouth on your clit. How much you wanted to ride his face. How much you wanted to cockwarm him and feel his cock so deep inside you while he buries his tongue in your throat.

You found yourself closing your legs tighter and rubbing your thighs together. You were desperate for any friction, but more desperate for his touch. You got a notification that he sent you a picture. You opened it quickly and found a live photo of him stroking his cock while the head leaked on his lower stomach. You could hear him grunting in the background. You bit your lip, closed your eyes, and tried to breathe normally. You couldn't wait till you get home and play with your favorite toy after facetiming him and seeing him fuck his fist at the thought of you.

Eventually, you arrived at your apartment building. You paid the cab driver and rushed upstairs to your place. You opened the door quickly and headed inside. You started to rip and take all your clothes off while heading to your bedroom; you were only in your underwear now, and as soon as you opened your bedroom door and entered it, you were faced with a very naked Bucky on the bed that's now full of red rose petals. You gasped at the sight before you.

He smirked. "Welcome home, doll." You couldn't believe your eyes—you had to blink twice to make sure this was real and actually happening. "I missed you so much. Come here." He sat himself up on his elbows and gave you a devilish smirk. You noticed his phone on the pillow next to him. This motherfucker has been texting me and sending me pictures of his dick while he was naked on my bed all this goddamn time, you thought to yourself. I'm going to fucking kill him.

You ran and jumped on the bed, on him. He caught you and held you by the waist and pulled you down to him. He pressed his lips against yours harshly while he was tearing and ripping off your bra and panties. Your bare, soaked cunt was touching his hardened cock. This feeling of him making contact with you down there made you pull away and moan loudly. You craved more of this feeling so you started rubbing yourself on him and grinding down. He held your hips and made you move faster. "Fuck. I miss you so much" He panted and lifted his head up and started sucking and kissing your boobs. He buried his face between them and started leaving kisses and marks in the space between them.

"No, Sergeant." Using your magic, you pulled his hands away and handcuffed him with bright red magical strings to the bedpost. He was very confused. "You didn't tell me that you were coming today or that you're here, in my bed, playing with yourself like some horny teenager while I was having a shitty day full of meetings and training which I could've not attended if you told me you were coming."

"I'm sorry, baby. I wanted to surprise you." He pouted his lips in an attempt to make you forgive him.

"Nope. Not working on me, Barnes." You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Now, what's going to happen is that you'll watch me fuck myself on your cock and you won't get to come." He gasped and was about to start protesting but you muffled him with makeshift tape on his mouth that you created with your magic. "Tap on the bed twice with your leg if you want me to stop at any time, okay baby?" You said before kissing his cheek and he nodded. You smiled at him and at how he was okay with you being in control.

You lifted your hips up, grabbed his cock, and started rubbing and moving it between your folds, then lined it up with your entrance. You sat down on it slightly, taking it inch by inch. You cried out at the burning sensation you felt from being stretched out like that. Bucky was big. The biggest you've ever had, but you just wanted him badly enough to even think about him not fitting, so you took your time to adjust. You sat down until he was fully buried in you. You can hear his muffled groans and see how his chest is rising up and down. His eyes were locked on where your bodies were connected. You lifted yourself slowly to make him see the base of his cock soaked with your juices, and his muffled groans became louder and his hips started lifting upwards involuntarily. He wanted to keep it buried inside of you and wanted to feel your hot, soaking walls being wrapped around his achy, hard length. He kept fucking and thrusting his hips upwards, fucking into you, and you let him. You started lifting yourself up and down on him and riding him. Until you both found a steady, fast pace and kept going.

Your moans and screams were uncontrollable at this moment, and you could see he was suffering with these restraints you had on him and how he was squirming his hands and arms, trying to get loose and touch you. You removed that makeshift tape from his mouth, and he was a groaning mess. "Fuck, dolly. Let me kiss you, please. I want to taste you." He whined, and his eyes were very hazy, with dilated pupils and nothing but pure lust in them. You leaned in and kissed him passionately. It was like he had been waiting for this moment, and he started to devour your lips and tongue with his like a man starving. All of that while fucking up into you harder and faster than before. You choked on a gasp, and he never stopped any of his movements or his kissing. You knew that he was trying to distract you from your decision to not let him come. You pulled away quickly, pushed his hips down, and sat on him, not moving while he was still buried deep.

"You sneaky motherfucker." You said, out of breath.

He leaned his head back, and his cheeks were burning red while he was breathing hard, almost panting. "Baby, please. I can't take it anymore. It hurts so bad down there." He looked at you with teary eyes.

"Fuck it, are you crying now, Barnes? It's been only 10 minutes, and you're crying? I haven't even come yet." You felt like you took it too far with him, but he didn't tap his leg as you told him, so you decided to take it easier on him a little and removed the handcuffs.

As soon as you removed them, everything turned around, and you found yourself in a millisecond underneath him with your legs spread out and lifted all the way to your shoulders as he split you in half while his cock was still nestled deep down in your hole.

"Remember when I told you I'm such a good actor? I wasn't lying." He smirked at you before pulling his cock all the way out and thrusting so hard inside you again that you were pushed back into the bed from how hard it was. He kept fucking you with very long, deep, hard strokes like that. You forget all about your dominance over him and your promise to not let him come. Little did you know that he would let you decide when he could come because he didn't want to make you break your promise, knowing that if he granted you that, you'd grant him whatever he wanted. And boy, did he want a lot!

From how deep and good he was thrusting and fucking into you, your mind was filled with white noise. Your mouth was in an O shape, and nothing but silent screams and gasps came out. He leaned in and rested his forehead on yours as he was looking down at the way his cock was disappearing inside of you. "Look at that, dolly. Look how good you're taking me! You're meant for me, baby. Meant to take my dick like that. You fit me so well." You gasped and moaned at his words, and as you were very close to coming, he snaked his hand down and started rubbing quick circles on your clit. Everything turned white for you as you found yourself gushing your orgasm around his cock. You were crying out so loudly as he kept fucking you through your orgasm; you swore you almost went blind from the pleasure he was giving you.

He stopped and flipped you over on your stomach, he put a pillow beneath your hips to give more access to your holes. You whined at the loss of stuffiness in your hole, he moved down and mumbled against your cunt, "Need to clean this beauty up, dolly. You made a big mess." He started eating you out like you were his last meal. Sucking your clit between his lips, licking you in long strokes from your clit up to your puckered back hole, spreading your folds with his tongue and lapping on the new juices gushing from your hole. You were squirming already from the overstimulation so he held your hips tightly and pushed you down again, making sure his mouth never left your sweet cunt. He kept moaning and mumbling words you couldn't hear but it was sending a lot of vibrations and that made you come again all over his mouth. You were panting and a moaning mess. He didn't stop until he cleaned your fresh wave of white liquid then he pulled away, ran his thumb between your folds, "Wish you could see how swollen and red this pussy is, dolly. It's my pussy, now." He pushed his thumb inside your hole while his fingers circled and rubbed your clit. You were crying out loud and squirming again from the overstimulation, you can sense your pulse in your clit, and with his finger, he could sense it too. "So sensitive for me, right doll? So sensitive, sweet, and all mine." He pulled his thumb out of your hole and kissed it, leaving kisses and kitten licks all over your cunt till he reached your clit and sucked it roughly. "I think this is my new hobby now." He licked your clit and moved his head from side to side while doing so.

You screamed from the overstimulation he was causing you, "E-Enough Bucky. C-Can't take it anymore." You whimpered and squirmed again.

"It's never enough with you, doll." He kneeled behind you and noticed that wet and sticky spot his cock made from all the precum leaking from him. He slowly pushed his cock inside you again and started to fuck you slowly. You were in another universe by now. Feeling so high and dizzy from all the pleasure and stimulation. He picked up a pace and started thrusting faster and harder, making sure he hit all your sweet spots. He felt how heavy his balls were and just wanted to empty them all out inside you. He was desperate to come at this point.

"Dolly, please, can I come? It really hurts, baby. I need to fill you up, pretty please." leaned down and whimpered in your ears. And you were so glad he still gave you the upper hand and didn't let you break your promise. His thrusts were getting sloppier and messier. "Please, baby, I can't hold it any longer." He grunted and bit your shoulder.

"Come for me, Bucky. Fill me up." You whimpered and could feel yourself on the edge of another orgasm.

"Only if you came with me too." He groaned and started rubbing and slapping your clit roughly to throw you off the edge faster. His stimulation not only threw you off the edge, but you found yourself squirting your orgasm out and clenching your walls on his cock like crazy. He cried out loudly and spurted his orgasm so deeply inside you. You could feel his hot white liquid filling you up to the max, and you thought he would stop and be still inside now, but he was fucking everything back inside. You almost forgot that he was a super soldier, and that's why he had this much stamina.

You both lay still on the bed, catching your breaths. You felt him pulling out slowly and then lying next to you. He turned to face you, ran his fingers through your hair, and played with it softly. "A bath or a shower?" He asked you with a smile. You smiled back and told him you'd like to have a bath. He got up, went to the bathroom, got a wet small towel, and cleaned you both up first. Then he went to the bathroom again and prepared the bath. You went through your closet and prepared fresh and clean clothes for you and Bucky. Even though you were very close friends before, you always kept each other's clothes in both of your houses, just in case. He called out for you from the bathroom, and you went to find him in the tub waiting for you. You smiled, went in, and sat in front of him, leaning yourself on his chest as he hugged you tightly.

In the rest of the evening, you both discussed your relationship and decided that you should start dating for real now. You wondered why you both didn't take that step a long time ago since both of you share the same feelings for each other. Little did you know, that would be the start of an amazing relationship after an amazing friendship. And that would be the man you spent the rest of your life with. He was your soulmate.

fin

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[meetmymouth]

three’s company, ii.

pairing: harry styles x florence pugh x reader warnings: polyamory relationship, mature themes, oral (m/f receiving), minors dni wc: 6k+

part one.

“Hey, I’m Harry Styles,” Harry smiles at the camera. He turns to you, sitting in the middle of him and Florence.

“I’m Y/N… Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Florence…” she looks at you, mimicking your pause. “Pugh.”

The crew member nods from next to the camera man, and Harry takes it over.

“And this is our autocomplete interview!” Jazz hands.

Florence rolls her eyes while you wink at the camera, and in a few minutes, Florence is being given a cardboard that has your name on it, the questions asked covered in white tape.

Does Y/N Y/L/N…

“Does Y/N Y/L/N…” Florence starts, pursing her plump lips which you have to stop staring at. “Drive?” She finishes, turning to you and Harry copies her, then lets out a laugh.

You turn to him, hitting his chest. “I do– can drive, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, very badly,” he adds, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Very– very badly.”

“Hey!”

“I think she’s fine,” Florence shrugs, the air shifting in the room for some reason.

Harry is not having any of it. “Maybe it’s because you drive just as badly, Florence.”

They decide to stop filming whilst you all argue and bicker back and forth, making the crew members laugh and smile at the interaction.

When the camera is back on, the blonde takes off yet another strip of tape.

“Does Y/N Y/L/N have a boyfriend– ooh!”

“I don’t!” It comes easy to you.

Harry, feeling comfortable and lucky enough, brings his right foot next to yours as your shoes touch, away from all the eyes and the cameras, and you smile.

“Next one, then,” Florence removes another tape. “Does Y/N Y/L/N cry on set– ha! These are good.”

Harry laughs. “Take it away, Y/N.”

“Um,” you clear your throat. “I did– once! And for some reason, Harry Styles thought it would be funny to post it on his Twitter.”

Florence places her hand on your thigh, though due to the amount of people in the room, you shake your leg, and her hand falls.

She doesn’t say or do anything.

“You were trending,” Harry says, and that’s that.

Does Harry Styles…

“Harry Styles…” you read, removing the tape. “Fall.”

Harry slaps his forehead, and you both laugh. “Not the best moment of my career,” the crew laughs along with you girls on either side of him. “Which is why I have a song called Falling.”

“We get it,” Florence rolls. “You sing.”

“Okay,” removing another tape. “Harry Styles… girlfriends, or boyfriends?” You add to the question, turning to him with wiggled eyebrows. “How many have you got, mate?”

A beat of silence. “None, I’m afraid. No partners.”

“Hm,” Florence shrugs. “That wasn’t exciting, at all.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re boring,” she turns to you. “Next.”

You nod, hands going up to remove yet-another-strip. “Harry Styles… movies– oh! I know this one!”

Florence laughs. “You sound excited.”

“Dunkirk,” you start, counting your fingers. Harry places his fingers over yours, and helps you count, nodding. “My Policeman, and Don’t Worry Darling.”

“You forgot Infinity War,” Florence chimes in.

“Well,” Harry shrugs. “It was a small part, anyway.”

You laugh. “An Avengers film nonetheless. I guess I’m the only one here who hasn’t worked with Marvel,” you shrug, making an act of wiping an imaginary tear as Harry lets out a cackle.

He places his hand on your thigh and squeezes a very brief moment before letting go. “It’s okay, maybe you’re meant for something bigger, Y/L/N.”

You shake your head, and place your head on his shoulder. “It’s Marvel.”

You guys move on, adjusting the cardboard in your hand.

Florence reaches to remove another strip. “What a satisfying noise, by the way.”

You nod. “Agreed.”

She clears her throat, and you’re sure the camera pans into Harry’s nervous face.

“What… Harry Styles… wait–” Florence furrows her brows, and you can’t help but look at her pouty lips that come with it. You shake it off, and smile at the camera as Harry chuckles beside you. “What are Harry Styles fans called?” Florence reads the question fully, and throws the strip over her head, making both of you watch the little paper disappear.

“Hmm,” Harry hums.

“Aren’t they called Directioners?” You say with a dead serious look in your face.

It takes everyone a moment before everyone bursts into laughter.

“Good one,” Florence extends her fist, and you both fistbump before Harry moves from next to you, and swats both your hands away.

“This is about me,” he says, looking at you pointedly, but the smile on his face says otherwise. “They’re– I guess they call themselves ‘Harries’.”

“So wait,” you say. “If your fans are called ‘Harries’, what are Niall Horan’s fans called?”

Harry rolls his eyes, knowing the on-going joke of you and having a platonic crush on Niall Horan.

“Let’s not,” Florence mutters, and Harry nods, completely ignoring you for the sake of the cameras.

She rips out another strip of paper.

“Is Harry Styles… American?” Florence reads, and everybody in the studio laughs.

Harry groans. “Who– why?”

“Just in case his weird accent hasn’t given him away,” you nod to the camera. “He’s from England.”

“To be fair,” Florence purses her lips, and crosses one leg over the other. You look up at her face. “You don’t have a strong English accent.”

“Neither do you!” Harry argues back.

They did do that a lot, bicker back and forth, and it always made you laugh.

In this case, you couldn’t do the thing you did whenever they argued because of the cameras. Instead, you place your hands on both their chests to stop their bickering.

“Guys– guys,” you laugh. “We have a job to do.”

“I can’t believe you made fun of my accent,” Harry mutters under his breath.

Florence looks up from the little board in your hands, and gives him a smirk before ripping yet-another one. “How was Harry Styles… discovered?”

“Hm,” Harry nods, flicking his hair back. “I was on the X Factor. I guess… that’s what happened.”

“That’s it?” You look to your side, giving him a puzzled look. “You sure do love talking.”

“So, I was on the X Factor. They made me change two songs because some other contestant was going to sing the ones I initially chose–”

Florence gasps. “–You weren’t singing ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ initially?”

“Nope.”

“What were your first choices?”

“Well– they make you choose a couple. Mine was ‘Isn’t She Lovely’, of course, and I can’t remember the other two but I guess one was a Billy Joel song.”

Does Florence Pugh…

Harry lets out a whistle when they hand him Florence’s board. You turn more towards him so that you can peel the strips off.

Florence coughs into her fist. “I’m nervous– why am I nervous?”

You turn your face to where she’s seated next to you, and send her a smile, almost forgetting where you are when she looks you in the eye with the same look she gives you whenever you three are on your own.

“Why?” You say, still smiling.

“I don’t know. Just–” she nods. “–Let’s start.”

“Does Florence Pugh… have a twin?” You read, and Harry lets out a chuckle.

“I do not have a twin,” Florence says, looking at the camera. “But people on Instagram apparently created this meme of blonde me and ginger-haired me where they think the ginger one is my… more vibrant twin.”

“I remember seeing one!” You laugh.

“But yeah,” she nods. “I don’t have a twin. I have three siblings.”

“Okay,” you clear your throat, and remove another strip, looking at Harry for him to read the question.

He gets the memo.

“Does Florence Pugh and Zach Braff friend? Wow, that’s a sentence,” Harry clears his throat, clearly nervous and uncomfortable with the name being mentioned.

You turn to him, and move your foot closer to him, and he gives you a small nod before you start talking, not waiting for Florence to respond to the question.

“First of all,” you say, flipping your hair back. “Grammar.”

Florence looks at you. “What’s second?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead– take it away, Flo.”

“Okay, well,” she gives you a look, and you know she’s as uncomfortable as both of you. “Zach and I are friends, yes.”

“O-kay!” Harry chirps. “Let’s keep going. Does Florence Pugh… cook?”

She smiles, clearly happy that the attention has shifted onto something else. “I do!”

“She’s the best cook I know,” you nod, smiling down at her.

“What about me?”

You turn to Harry, and look him up and down. “You never cooked for me, Harry.”

“When did Florence cook for you?” Harry presses, knowing full-well when and how she cooked for the both of you.

You shrug. “Sorry,” you say. “I’m not allowed to disclose any more information at this time.”

He moves onto another question as you rip the strip. “Does Florence Pugh… like Y/N Y/L/N? Hah!” Harry lets out a cackle, and you both turn to him with puzzled expressions as the people around you laugh.

“Uh,” Florence laughs, though you know it’s a nervous one. “I do like Y/N Y/L/N, she’s awesome.”

You turn to her, and smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispers, and it feels as though the time has stopped, and it’s just the two of you gazing at one another.

“I like Y/N Y/L/N, too,” Harry interrupts the moment, and you turn to him with a smile.

“Thanks, I like you, too. Sometimes.”

You leave the studio with Florence and Harry following behind, your stylists and managers walking close behind as the driver opens the door to the SUV and you all get in, and you watch as the others get into a different SUV parked behind yours.

You sniff, suddenly feeling too cold and tired, and your hand goes up to your hair, itching the product away before Harry reaches for your hand, and places a water bottle between your fingers.

You smile, and take a sip before extending the bottle so that Florence can take a sip, too, like she normally would. But, instead, she shakes her head, and takes her headphones from her tote, and puts them on, clearly not in the mood to deal with the two of you. You raise your eyebrows, and turn to Harry, seeing the same look on his face.

He shrugs, and takes a bottle for himself. “That was fun,” he says, closing the lid before turning to his manager who sits on his right.

You sigh, and lean back in your seat, but can’t help but steal glances at Florence, seeing her close her eyes as soon as you turn to her.

It hurts, and you can’t help but take it personally.

So, knowing you can trust Harry’s manager and your stylist, you place your hand on her bare knee, stroking the cold skin with your thumb, but she does something that makes you frown even harder.

She moves her knee, crosses one leg over the other, and your hand falls.

You take out your phone, and find her contact, knowing she won’t talk to you at the moment.

What’s going on?

I’m tired.

??? You’re ignoring me.

Sorry not everything is about you. Just tired.

You don’t respond to that. Instead, you look through Instagram, like a few photos, then move onto Twitter. You smile at a few tweets mentioning you and Florence’s ‘friendship’, though can’t help the heavy feeling in your chest when you remember how cold she has been. You try to think back to the day, trying to come up with something you have said, or done to cause the change in her attitude towards you. You wonder if she felt the same anger towards Harry, or if you could even call it ‘anger’, seeing how she insisted on calling it exhaustion.

You arrive back at the hotel, where everyone’s supposed to pack their bags and go home for the night before tomorrow’s busy schedule. You walk beside Harry, despite waiting a few seconds after getting out of the car for Florence to catch up to you, but she never does. She takes her time, and with her headphones still on head, she waits for you to walk ahead before following. You shrug, and catch up to Harry before bidding ‘see you’s to your and his manager, and you walk into the lift, pressing the button so that it waits for Florence as well.

It’s just the three of you now, and the silence, you’re sure, is killing both yourself, and Harry.

Harry's the first one to break.

He reaches, and takes Florence’s headphones off of her, and Florence startles before frowning, an angry look following close behind.

“What the fuck?” She fixes her hair, and places a strand behind her ear. “Give it back.”

“No.”

“Harry,” she mutters, though it’s enough for you to reach for the headphones in Harry’s hand.

You try to take it, and give it to her, but Harry’s not having it. Instead of letting you have it, he moves his hand, and you look up.

“Harry,” you mimic Florence.

“No, Y/N, Florence needs to stop being a dickhead and communicate what the fuck is wrong with her,” Harry sends a nod your way, and you gulp, stealing glances at a very bored-looking Florence.

Bored, and annoyed.

“I am not being a dickhead just because I don’t want to talk,” she bites back, once again reaching for her headphones.

Harry refuses to let it go.

“What’s your problem?”

“Nothing.”

She watches them both stare at each other, and just when Harry opens his mouth, the doors to the lift opens and Florence is the first one to get out, leaving them behind– but not before she snatches the headphones from Harry’s hands.

“Just, leave her,” you mutter, following behind Florence.

“I’m not– you can’t let her treat us like that because she wrote and played a villain story of us in her head,” Harry shakes his head, and slows down so you can walk side by side.

You stop in front of your own hotel room, and watch Florence already taking out her card before she shows it to the door, and goes inside without a glance or a word.

“I’m just–” you sigh, trying to find your own card in your backpack. “–I think she’s just overwhelmed and tired,” the door reads the card, and it opens with a click before you walk in, Harry following without a word. “Especially after that Zach question.”

Harry sighs, watching you walk into the bathroom to take off your makeup. “Y/N,” he mumbles. “That doesn’t give her the right to treat us like shit.”

“Everyone has a bad day, H.”

“I’m just– I wish she could communicate more– tell us what’s on her mind. I don’t like her silent treatments.”

You place the cotton pad down, and turn to him. “I don’t like this– it’s like we’re talking behind her back.”

“I’m just saying.”

“We’ll talk to her later. Again,” you sigh, fingers working the cotton pad as you wipe the remnants of your makeup.

The knock on the door startles the both of you, and Harry rolls his eyes before reaching a hand and opening the door since he was already close to it. You walk outside the bathroom to see the mystery person, though the glare Florence is giving at the both of you makes you stop in your tracks, cotton pad still between your fingers.

“Flo?”

She turns to you, clearly not wanting to look at Harry any longer. Harry looks like he feels the same.

“You know what?” Florence places her hand on her hip. “Fuck both of you.”

“Hey, hey!” Harry closes the door before she can leave, and you can only stay put and watch the both of them give each other dirty looks before Harry starts talking. “Will you stop being a child and tell us what’s wrong?”

“A child? Because I’m the one going behind your backs, right?” She says, leaning back against the door, hands clasped in front of her like she always does when bored.

You raise your eyebrows, thinking she’s heard Harry talk about her just earlier. “You’re– you’ve been acting weird, Flo,” you murmur, and look down at the dirty cotton pads.

Harry leans back against the vanity. “You’re avoiding us, not talking to us and basically being mean for no reason when all we wanted was to talk. What’s going on?” He murmurs the last bit, voice suddenly velvety compared to how he was a moment ago: rushed and stern.

Florence sighs, though you can tell she’s still got her guard up. “I feel– I felt like an idiot. Still do.”

“Why?” You ask, walking closer, but still keeping your distance just in case.

“Because, I wish you two would’ve come clean about it– told me what’s going on instead of me putting two and two together. I’m not a child, okay? I can handle it.”

“Handle what?” Harry asks, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?”

“Handle you two fucking behind my back,” she glares at him, voice feeling like thorns against your skin.

You startle at that. “What?”

Harry, though, lets out a laugh, making you both send a glare his way.

“Harry–” You ask him to stop.

“Flo, love,” Harry walks over to her, and strokes the side of her face despite the glaring contest Florence has got going on. “Where did you get that from?”

Florence gulps, tries to move away from Harry’s touch, but Harry doesn’t let her. Instead, he places his forehead against hers and you smile, bite your bottom lip at the tenderness of the whole thing.

“It was obvious,” Florence turns to you, a defeated look on her face.

“Yeah but Flo,” you decide to join in. “We’re not doing anything behind your back.”

“Come on,” she laughs, though it’s a bitter one. “I saw the way you were looking at her,” she turns to Harry. “You want to fuck her.”

“I want to fuck both of you!” Harry shouts.

“You pushed my hand away,” she says, pointedly, looking at you.

“I did? I didn’t even realise I was doing such a thing, Flo.”

“I just–” she looks down, and Harry walks back, giving her some space. “I’m sorry.”

“You should talk to us,” Harry whispers, reaching for her hand. “Instead of ignoring us like that.”

“I’m sorry for being rude,” she sighs. She looks up from her shoes, and immediately reaches for you, and you let her interlock your fingers. “I was jealous.”

You smile, and stroke the back of her hand with your thumb. “You do not have to be. No one would go behind your back like that– none of us would.”

“I know– deep down, I do know that. I was just jealous and– no offence Harry, but Y/N’s been like the it girl right now. It felt like I had to fight you for her attention.”

“Oh, Flo,” Harry shakes his head, and leans in, and presses a kiss on her nose. She smiles, and you do, too, seeing their sweet interaction. “You both are so important to me. This relationship is not just me and Y/N, or you and her. It’s the three of us. We’re in this together.”

Florence nods. “I know, I’m sorry, guys.”

You shake your head, and reach for her face to kiss her forehead. She smiles, leaning into the touch. “It’s okay. I’m glad we talked about this.”

“Yeah,” she nods once more. “I am, too. I’m glad Harry hasn’t stolen you.”

“Hey!” Harry butts in. “Why is it me the one stealing– why can’t it be the other way around?”

Both girls turn to him, eyebrows raised, and he can’t do anything but shrug before you burst into laughter.  

Harry smiles, looking down at the both of you before he leans in, and presses his lips against Florence’s. You watch them with a smile on your face, and reach to stroke Florence’s arm, feeling her respond to your touch as much as she’s responding to Harry’s. She lets you squeeze her hand a few times, and when Harry stops, Florence surges forward, and puts her lips on yours, captivating your mouth in a mouth-bruising kiss. You know the kiss echoes ‘sorry’s and ‘I’m glad we’re here, together’, so you let her place her hands on your waist, and walk you backwards towards the bed.

You open your eyes for a short moment to see where Harry is, and it makes you smile how she’s got her hand in his, and is guiding him to the bed as well.

Harry grabs her by the waist, and pushes her down, making her sit on the bed as you stand awkwardly for a second before Harry’s hand finds your back, and he strokes for a moment before turning his attention to you.

“Why don’t we show her how much we care about her, Y/N?” Harry says, smiling down at Florence.

You nod at no one in particular, even though you don’t know what he wants from you. Florence looks up to you, eyes nearly shut, and you smile down at her before you swoop in, and help her lay down on the bed, before she looks up at Harry, as if to get permission. He bites his bottom lip, and smiles, while nodding.

“Go on, love,” Harry whispers. “Kiss her.”

Both girls know what he’s planning on doing.

When Florence whines at the loss of your lips on hers, you turn your attention back to her, and get on the bed, legs on each side of her body, and move closer to her face. You start kissing her plump lips, teeth grazing her bottom lip before she opens wider, a whine escaping her mouth before you dart your tongue out, and slip it in her mouth. She copies the movement, your tongues sliding against each other as you start sucking hers, then without thinking too much, you travel your hand up to her breasts, and massage her left boob over her tank top.

“Yeah?” You look down at her, both your lips bitten and glistening with the remnants of your kiss.

She nods, a sheepish smile appearing on her face before you sit on her lower body, your aching pussy over hers. She lets out a moan when you rub yourself against her.

You turn to your back for a second, and Harry’s already seated on the armchair by the window, legs wide open as he palms himself over his trousers.

When you make eye contact, he grins. “Make her feel good, Y/N,” he says, voice full of confidence. “Make her believe she’s the one for us.”

Florence lets out a meek sound, like she’s in pain underneath you, and you turn back to her, hands already working the top so you’ve more access to her chest. She helps you take the top off, and you let out a grin when you notice she hasn’t been wearing a bra. She watches your every move, every movement of your eyes wandering from place to place on her chest, and you can’t help but lean in and pepper kisses across her chest, stopping once you reach her already hardened nipple. Without breaking eye contact, you put it in your mouth, swirl the nub with your tongue before applying pressure with your teeth, grazing her nipple ever-so-gently as she lets out the prettiest moan.

From the corner of your eye, you feel Harry get up from his seat, and he walks over to you on the bed, and sits against the perfectly-placed, plump pillows so that he can watch you work your tongue on Florence easier.

He gives you a smile, keep going.

And, you do.

“I love your boobs,” you mutter, blowing hot air against his pebbled nipple.

When you look up for a moment, Harry’s already got his cock out, and he’s working his hardening length, thumb stroking the underside of his cock as he keeps watching you play with Florence.

“Please–” Florence sputters out, “–Y/N, do something.”

“What do you want me to do?” You whisper, tongue already darting to lick the underside of her boob before you move on to the other one.

You kiss as your other hand massages her left one, lips attached to the darker nub as you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it more into your mouth as she tries to buck her hips, just to get some friction.

Harry snickers when you look up from her, and you make eye contact, him knowing where this is all going.

“Are you gonna give her what she wants?”

Florence groans. “Hell yeah she is– aren’t you,” she finds your eyes. “You’ll make me feel good, won’t you?”

And, how can you say no to her?

Your relationship with both of them so far, have always put you in a position where you adore making them feel content and pleased, satisfied– in every possible way. You would go to the ends just to make Harry or Florence feel good; and you liked it. You loved being praised by the pair, such a good girl, they would say, always making Daddy and Flo feel good– so good…

“I will,” you nod, and it’s more to yourself rather than them. “I’ll make you feel good.”

You pop the buttons to her jeans, probably something she has put on after the interview and before coming to your hotel room. She’s helpful, helps you get rid of them as quickly as possible as the denim finds its place on the floor, by the bed before you move your body down, just so you can give her thighs attention.

You kiss her left one first, moving your lips to the insides of her plush thighs, her little moans encouraging you like a moth into a flame. She’s soft, and warm, so you open your mouth, and graze your teeth over the area where you know she loves to be touched. She agrees, and lets out a hiss when you bite into the flesh– hard.

You can’t help but look up at her, watching you watch her, as Harry watches from his place on the bed. He watches you both like a hawk, and it spurs you on, and you go in with yet-another bite before kissing and licking her thigh, then move up, up and up, until you reach her cotton panties. You smell her, and smile, because it’s your favourite scent– coconut.

You look up at her when your mouth finds her sensitive area, her pussy, and you kiss her folds over the thin material of her panties, making her gulp and moan softly. You mouth at the lace bits of her panties, feeling her breathing get more frantic with every kiss– every swipe of your tongue, and she finally places her hand on your head, pressing you harder into her pussy, and Harry chuckles. He’s enjoying the cat-mouse way too much, you know for sure. So, you look up at him, then at Florence, and you watch her lick her plump bottom lip before she moves her hand once more, pressing your head into her harder.

You kiss, you lick, and once you decide it’s enough torture for her, you place your fingers on either side of her panties, and slide them down her legs. The piece of fabric joins her jeans on the floor.

You loved pleasuring her– you loved pleasuring women in particular. Sure, you loved and cherished your time with Harry, getting to know his body, his little quirks, what he loves the most and where he loves to be touched… but it was different with women. It was sacred, tender, like you were getting acquainted with a melody before turning it into a whole song.

“Come on,” Florence mumbles, voice hoarse. “Come on, baby.”

You start off with pressing butterfly kisses on the upper side of her pussy, the tiny hairs there feeling like pins and needles, and you smile, eyes closing immediately when she pulls your hair, only a little, and you know it’s her way of saying keep going. You do. You open your mouth, and suck a mark onto her warm flesh, lips dangerously close to the lips, and you bring your hand up there, and swipe a finger across her wet cunt, humming when you feel her buck her hips.

“Yeah?” You say, looking up from her pussy.

“Please– come on.”

You rub her pussy with gentle strokes, and steal a glance at Harry, seeing him lazily stroke his cock, ring-clad fingers looking like a framed artefact. Your attention is brought back to Florence when she hums at the feeling of your fingers on her pussy, and you begin to rub only a little faster, feeling her spongy clit at the tip of your thumb.

“You’re so wet,” you mumble into the stillness of the room, and she chuckles, fingers tightening on your scalp. You keep going.

With one last look at Harry, earning a nod from him, you turn your attention back to her, and move closer to her pussy. You kiss the lips, thumb still on there, and you dart out your tongue to lick the wetness of her. It’s warm, slick, a little salty, and you love it– you love feeling her against your tongue. You move closer to her wetness, nose touching the top of her pussy, making her groan in anticipation, though she doesn’t need to wait any longer as you press your face harder into her, and slide your tongue up and down against her wetness– her slick covering your nose and chin.

“God–” she groans, one hand over her eyes. “You’re so good to me.”

You look up through your lashes. “Yeah– I am?” You want to be praised.

She nods, a lazy grin on her face. “So good, baby– isn’t she, H?”

You lick and lick, not even looking up at him as you suck her clit into your mouth, tongue sliding up and down recklessly against her.

You hear him, loud and clear. A good slut– the best one.

And, you are– you are.

You hum against her, her fingers tightening their hold on you, and you graze your teeth over her sensitive clit once more, her hips bucking up to keep up with the torture of your tongue on her clit.

It’s warm and wet all over: all over your body, your face, her pussy. Everything– everywhere is warm.

Her one hand slides down to you, strokes your back as you work her pussy and keep licking her slickness, humming in between licks, wanting her to know how much you’re enjoying your job.

You bring one of your hands to her pussy, rub her clit a few times with your thumb before you slide it down to her hole, collecting some of her wetness before you push it inside, tongue still swiping across her wet cunt. You pump your fingers in harsh movements, because you know she loves it fast and sloppy– but so good.

“Oh my God–” you look up when she curses, chin all wet, and she gulps at the dirty sight. “You’re so good, so fucking good.”

You smile, fingers still deep inside her warm cunt, and turn to Harry.

He’s playing with his balls, cock laid against his groin– all slick, the tip an angry shade of pink as it leaks drops of precum. He smiles at you, bottom lip going between his teeth as he moves to his cock, slender fingers pumping himself up and down as he lets out the lowest whines, head pushed back against the plush pillows but eyes still on you two.

You look down at her, and bite the side of her pussy as you insert another finger, now two in her snug walls as she hisses and moans, your fingers fucking in and out of her with ease. Your thumb works her clit as well as your tongue all over her, and when your thumb isn’t at work, you lick her swollen clit, sucking the little nub into your mouth as Florence encourages you with her hand on your head. You move one hand up to her boob, and squeeze her nipple, thumbing at her hard, sensitive nub as you move to the other one, tweaking and twisting her dark nipple between your thumb and index finger.

You look up at her, mouth still feasting on her cunt, and she bites her lip, eyes closing shut as she arches her back, head leaning back as much as she can as she mutters out the words, I’m gonna come.

“Good girl, Y/N,” Harry mutters from his place, and you move your eyes so you can see the pleased expression on his face. “Make her come.”

When she comes, she presses your face harder into her cunt, your face becoming one with her slickness, and you hum and moan against her as her pussy clenches around your fingers, her breathing trying to keep up with your movements.

She’s gorgeous– but when she comes, she’s a different type of beautiful. You want to bottle up the sounds she makes, frame the face she makes and hang it on your wall, and you want to scream, tell her how much you love her. But, instead, you pepper open-mouth kisses all over her, her pussy still spent, wet, and swollen, and she strokes the side of your face, hand travelling down to wipe the wetness off.

“So good,” she whispers, smiling down. “You did so good.”

You bite your bottom lip, and turn to Harry, finding him leaning his back against the pillows, stroking his cock lazily.

“Is it my turn?” He says, voice velvety.

Turning back to Florence, you see her nod. “Go,” she says, thumbing at your bottom lip. “Go make him come.”

You move onto the bed, hands and knees as you crawl to him, and he opens his legs wider so you can situate yourself between them, hands finding their place on his thighs. You look to the side, and notice his trousers on the floor, and he doesn’t miss a beat when he places his hand on your chin, and guides you into him, lips closing around yours in a mouth-bruising kiss. You kiss for a few seconds, all teeth and mouth as Harry sucks your tongue into his own mouth, then bites harshly into your bottom lip, making you moan and hiss at the feeling.

You look up at him, and he presses you down until your mouth is on his cock. You let out a choked sound when he presses you harder into him, and the tip touches the back of your throat, making you hum and gargle against him.

He’s enjoying it way too much, you know for sure, and with his big, warm cock still in your mouth, you look up at him, and watch him watch Florence from the corner of his eye. Feeling jealous all of a sudden, you try to back up, his hand still on the back of your head, and you feel hands on your clothed arse. She squeezes the flesh over your clothes, and you moan around Harry’s cock, making him let out a groan.

“My girls,” Harry manages to mutter out, voice spent, but feels like silk nonetheless. “She just can’t stay away from you,” he says to you, hand stroking the back of your head.

“Mhm,” Florence murmurs, face suddenly too close to your back. She presses a few kisses under your top, then helps you remove your trousers, along with your lace panties.

Harry presses you harder into him, not liking the lack of attention on his cock, and you swipe your tongue around his wet tip, sucking it into your mouth as he moans over you. You pull away from his cock for a moment, and he pulls you into a mouth-bruising, fiery kiss as your tongues dance in slow licks. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, you feel Florence rubbing your pussy with slow, lazy strokes of her thumb, making you moan into Harry’s mouth.

Harry pulls away first. “Suck,” he says, hand guiding you onto him, his cock in your mouth once again.

And, you do. You suck him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his sensitive head as you taste his precum, salty and sour, but you still hum around him when you feel Florence attach her plump lips to your cunt, licking first before she spits. You feel her saliva drip from your asshole to your sensitive cunt, and as Harry fucks into your mouth in slow bucks of his hips, she starts rubbing your clit with her tongue.

The feeling is exhilarating, feeling both Harry and Florence all over you, and for a moment, you let go of him– take him out of your mouth as you bring your mouth down to his balls, and you suck them into your mouth, licking and swirling your tongue around the soft, but tight flesh. You don’t mind the subtle hair there as he presses you harder and in harsh movements into him, and you take more and more of him before letting out a pained squeal when you feel Florence get her teeth on your pussy, biting down the most sensitive parts of you. You feel her smile and chuckle against your wet folds, and Harry does, too, stroking the side of your face with his big hands before pulling you away from his balls with long, ring-clad fingers under your chin.

“Can’t get enough of you,” Harry sighs, watching you for a moment before his eyes move to Florence as she sucks your folds into your mouth.

You respond with a moan, head tilting back in pleasure as it gets bigger and bigger, the fire in the pit of your stomach. You know you’re close, so you want him to feel the same as you close your lips around his hard cock once more. He groans, sends his head back as it rests against the white, crisp pillows of the hotel room.

“Gonna come?” Florence murmurs against your tight hole, fingers starting to pump in and out of you without a warning.

You nod against Harry, and you don’t care if she sees it or not: you just keep sucking him off. Grazing your teeth against the sensitive area of his tip, you earn a hiss, then his hold on your head becomes tighter as does the feeling in your stomach. It’s too much, her touch and mouth on your cunt, so you try to tell her to either stop, or keep going– everything is too much, you can’t comprehend what to say or do. You back up against her touch, and Harry keeps fucking your mouth, and you come with a long sigh and a moan against Harry’s cock, it’s no surprise when he spills into your mouth.

You can’t help the movement of your mouth as some of Harry’s cum spills and runs down your chin, dirtying the top you’re wearing, though neither of you seem to mind. Harry curses into the stillness of your hotel room as Florence keeps pressing soothing kisses on your back, then on your ass cheeks. You smile and shake your head at the situation you’re in, though neither Florence or Harry seem to care.

You look up at Harry first, chin still painted with his cum. “So?” You murmur, still on all fours as Florence rests her head on your bare ass. You turn your face. “We’re good?” You ask, hesitation clear in your voice.

She looks up, a lazy grin on her face. “Better than ever,” she nods, kissing the soft, warm flesh of your ass. She straightens up on the bed, and turns to Harry. “You owe both of us an orgasm.”

Harry clears his throat, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm. “Do I?” He says quietly, a smirk painted on his lips.

He looks down at you, hand coming to wipe his remnants off of your chin. You lean into the touch.

“I’m sorry,” you feel Florence get up from her position, and walk towards Harry as she plonks herself next to him, her hand already in the air for you to take it.

You take it, and walk to the other side of him, and you cuddle into them with eyes closed and a content smile on your face.

Harry kisses both your heads, and turns to Florence. “Apology accepted,” he turns to you.

You chuckle against his neck, hand finding Florence’s. “Ditto. Just– we would never go behind your back.”

“Never,” Harry nods, and presses another kiss on her forehead. “When you feel like that– when you feel like you’ve got worries and questions, just talk to us.”

“Mmh,” she nods, yawning. “Okay, yeah.”

“So,” Harry yawns, much like Florence, and squeezes you both. “Is this a good time to say my mum wants to meet you guys?”

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 57: Endgame.

“Alright, it's time. Bring them back.” Steve told Bruce. It had been two minutes and a half since they killed Loki and Y/N and they were getting impatient.

Bruce nodded and signaled for Natasha to grab the defibrillator to shock Y/N as he prepared himself to shock Loki.

“Alright, on three Nat.” He said and the redhead nodded and looked at her friends limp body, frowning in concentration. “One, two, three!”

Suddenly, a gasping Y/N and Loki jumped quickly into a sitting position.

“Are you guys okay?!” Bruce asked them both, frantic, as he was trying to check both their vitals at the same time.

They both looked at each other and nodded.

“We are okay.” She told him, calming her breathing.

That's when she felt something materializing in her hand. She looked down and found the dagger of death, with some runes carved into it that weren't there before.

“You got it.” Loki told her.

“I did.” She laughed incredulously. Then she remembered how she got it and frowned unnoticed by the team, except for Loki, who noticed it and looked at her with question in his eyes. A second later, she sobered up. “Alright guys, the whole dying thing has me quite tired. Could we go to get some rest?”

“Y-yeah.” Steve answered her. “Of course.”

“Are you sure you're okay?” Natasha asked her again, unsure.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just really tired.”

“Alright, go rest guys. We will take care of the dagger.”

They both nodded and got up from the beds to head to their room.

“Y/N,” Loki began as soon as she closed the door to their shared quarters.

“Yeah?” She wasn't looking at him and that's what made him sure that something was wrong.

“What was her condition?” He asked knowingly.

Y/N took in a sharp breath.

“Sigyn's soul.” He lifted his chin and nodded.

She went to the end of the bed and sat down, looking at the floor.

“Am I a terrible person Loki?”

“You are not, my love.”

“But I… I agreed because in a way I want her to suffer. How can you justify that?”

“Y/N,” he grabbed her hand, “she killed your family. She then proceeded to lie to you and infiltrate this new family that you found with the intention of killing you and eventually ruling over the universe with a position that is yours to have.” She chuckled breathily.

“When you put it like that…”

“Y/N…”

“It just hurts, you know? When I stop to think about it, it hurts. And I don't want to hurt her, not really, past my rage, I'm just hurt… But I… I need to hurt her to end this.”

“I know, darling. I know.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. “You are the last person who should go through this.”

“Yet here we are.”

“Here we are.” He agreed.

“I love you Loki. And I'm really scared.”

“I love you too.” He told her and then breathed in deeply. “And everything will be alright. I promise you.”

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“Y/N, wake up!”

“Loki? What-” She was cut off by a loud explosion echoing a few floors down.

“She's here.” She widened her eyes.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y where is the team?”

“The garden miss.”

She got up from the bed and began running with him towards the rest of the team.

When they both reached them she saw the scene that was unfolding with a knot in her stomach. Sigyn was there with her whole army of enhanced soldiers, smiling wickedly as she looked at Y/N.

“Steve! The dagger!” She told him.

Captain America looked at her and shook his head.

“What?” She whispered.

“You mean this dagger?” Sigyn's voice answered for him. She looked at her and found the dagger in her hands. “You were really going to kill me, little sister? That is harsh.”

Y/N clenched her teeth and put herself in a defensive stance, prepared for a fight. The goddess laughed loudly.

“You really think you stand a chance without this?”

“I guess we'll have to find out.”

“Very well, whatever you wish.” She signaled for her army to prepare themselves and soon enough, the garden was a battlefield.

“We can't win this fight! We need a plan, Cap.” Clint said in his earpiece.

“I'm thinking!” He responded as he was trying to catch his breath in between throwing his shield around and knocking out a few of them, only for them to get back up again.

“This is like fighting an army of Y/Ns and Wandas, how the hell are we going to do this?” Sam asked, worried.

Meanwhile, Y/N was looking at Sigyn, flying over them and smiling maliciously, knowing that she was winning.

“The mind flayer.” Y/N whispered with wide eyes.

“What?” Clint asked.

“They all have…” She grunted.

“Y/N!” Steve shouted. “Y/N!”

“I'm… fine.” She said as she got up from the floor after getting hit as Loki helped her. “They all have a part of her power. It's like a hive mind. We need to kill the mind that has control.”

“How are we gonna do that when she has the only weapon that can kill her?”

“Make sure you're distracting her army… and let me handle her.”

“Y/N, no!”

“Please Tony, this is my fight.”

“No, it's ours.” He told her. “Go, we'll keep them occupied.”

She smiled softly.

“Darling,” she looked at him expecting resistance but was met with a soft look. “Be careful. I love you.”

“I will. I love you too.”

And just like that, she was flying over every one of them, heading towards her sister.

“I thought you were smarter than this.”

“Yeah well, you overestimated me.” Sigyn smirked. Then she prepared her hands for combat and Y/N did the same.

Blasting her magic towards the goddess, she grunted when she missed and was in return hit with Sigyns magic.

“You stand no chance against me.”

“You keep saying that.” She blasted her magic and this time she didn't miss. Sigyn almost fell to the floor. “Are you trying to convince yourself?”

“Ha!” She laughed. “I know you are trying to distract me. You are not good at this, Y/N.”

“Oh, but I am.” She told her as she disappeared into thin air and appeared behind her, kicking her back and making her fall to the floor this time.

“An illusion? That is cheap, even for you.”

“You've always been a sore loser.” Y/N shook her head and landed on her feet gracefully.

Sigyn got up and faced her, but couldn't stand for much longer as another blast of magic hit her. And another, and another.

When she managed to get up, she strutted towards Y/N with an expression so livid it made her question what person she had let into her life for these past two years.

Sigyn kicked her in the ribs and she fell on her back, wheezing. When she approached her again, Y/N kicked the back of her legs and made her fall on her back.

For a bit, they kept throwing punches and blasting magic at the other.

“Alright, time to distract her.” She said into her earpiece.

“On it.” Sam said and began shooting at her from the sky.

“These mindless mortals!” Sigyn groaned, more annoyed than anything else.

Perfect, Y/N thought.

“Sam, keep her occupied, I need to get the dagger.” She looked at Loki. “Loki, love, could I borrow your favorite dagger?”

“I- yes, darling.” He said, narrowing his eyes at her, confused.

“Thanks.” She said and then she closed her eyes and concentrated on conjuring the dagger she had given Loki a few years back, when they had not confessed their love yet.

Meanwhile, Sigyn was trying to blast Sam with her magic and he was dodging her attempts. Until he wasn't anymore.

“Sam!” Y/N yelled as her friend fell from the sky. “Someone get him!” She cried.

“Another one on the list of dead loved ones?”

Y/N clenched her teeth and looked at her. That's when she heard Wanda speak on the earpiece.

“He's okay, just hurt.” Relieve flooded her in waves and she looked at Sigyn with so much rage she could've killed her right then and there.

“You are not going to win this Sigyn.”

“Oh, but I already have.” She said, gesturing around her, at the avengers fighting and getting more tired by the second.

Y/N looked at them, they wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. She closed her eyes and concentrated in summoning her magic. Then she opened them and looked at her sister.

“I swear to you, you are going to regret this.” She said strutting towards her with a set jaw.

Y/N hit her again and again, while Sigyn did the same. The ones around them couldn't tell who was winning, which worried them. Sigyn, on the other hand, was sure that she was.

“Keep hitting me all you want, you know that it won't kill me. I on the other hand-” Y/N hit her on her stomach. “I can kill you.”

“I dare you to try.”

“Oh, I will.” Sigyn pulled out the dagger and began throwing jabs at Y/N. She dodged most of them, except for a few scratches here and there.

Y/N kicked the goddess onto the floor and the dagger went flying in the air, falling a few meters away.

Rolling on the ground and grunting, they were both trying to fight off the other and grab the knife.

Suddenly, an explosion rang out behind her, where everyone else was, and she turned briefly, ignoring the screams from her teammates. Then, everything turned into a slow motion movie. Screams could be heard, but only as echoes.

“Look down, sister.” Sigyn's voice sounded distant but she did as told.

“Y/N!” Loki's voice rang out as she found the dagger dunked in her stomach. “Y/N!” He kept screaming, trying to get to her, but the soldiers wouldn't let him.

She turned around slowly and looked at him. At her love, her everything. She looked around, the broken and tired faces of her family, the reason she was alive. Her life flashed before her eyes, every moment that led her to where she was now. She then looked up and begged for a miracle to happen. Turning to him, she whispered:

“I love you, Loki. Forever.” And then she fell to the ground, limp.

“No!” He wailed, his voice shattered.

“I told you she did not stand a chance against me.” Sigyn said, standing up.

“I'm going to kill you.” Natasha said, full of rage and grief.

“Ha!” The goddess laughed. “I don't think any of you understand what just happened. Y/N was your only chance, and she's dead. So now, kneel before your new queen!”

When no one did as told, still standing and prepared for a fight, she groaned and looked up at the sky in annoyance.

“I said, kn-” She choked on her own words as blood began pouring out of her mouth. She looked down to see a red stain on her stomach, growing bigger by the second.

“I told you… I'd win.” Y/N told her between small gasps as Sigyn fell to the floor.

“How did you…” She tried to ask.

“I switched the daggers. You stabbed me with Loki's dagger and I… stabbed you with the dagger of death.” Sigyn began coughing. “I want you to know…” She looked at the goddess, her sister, the one she had spent every day with ever since she appeared on the compound claiming that she was not who she thought she was. In many ways, Sigyn changed her for the better, in other many, many ways, she did not. She looked at her sister and remembered every night spent reading together, singing silly songs, watching scary movies just to see her terrified face when a jumpscare happened. She looked at her sister and couldnt find it in herself to care. So her next words, she said them very slowly. “I want you to know… that this is for my family.” And she stabbed her again, in her heart.

“I-Im sorry.” Sigyn said slowly, in a hushed whisper, as she was dying.

“I don't forgive you.”

And after coughing a few times, her body laid limp on the grass. When it did, the soldiers began slowly falling too. Then, Y/N's vision began to blur, the adrenaline wearing out and her wound beginning to cause its effects.

Before she fell to the ground, someone caught her.

#loki x reader #loki x yn #loki x y/n #loki x you #avengers x reader #loki fanfiction #mcu x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki fluff #loki angst

[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn

part xvi- the storm

“i want you to always remember me. will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this?” - haruki murakami

summary: the mad titan comes calling

wordcount: 1.9k (my tiny bby 🥺)

warnings: cussing (i think? idk honestly), lil fluff, violence ig, uhh infinity war but just the beginning, forgot bucky got the hot arm and had to include that, sad foreshadowing slay

taglist: @whelvedfeelingsstuff @sebsgirl71479 @rebloggingmyrecs @babyblublossom @local-mr-frog @thenyxsky @capsiclesdoll @moonlightreader649 @saranghaey @almosttoopizza @itsivymusic

a/n: IM BACK BITCHES. sorry this part is short but the next part is coming up very soon bc i’m excited to hopefully make y’all cry 👍 as always, love you, very proud of you, stay hydrated and eat something pls and hope u enjoy! this may not be my best work but i’ll make it up to you when… the stuff happens lmao 💀 happy 2023!!! 🤍🤍🤍

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“He came out of nowhere.”

You stare up at the holographic screen.

You’ve been back for barely a week, and there’s something new on the horizon. From out in space, a genocidal maniac has made himself known.

He calls himself Thanos. The last survivor of a planet whose civilization fell long ago. And he’s hunting for stones that can apparently control every part of the universe.

You’re lucky the team received the warning in time. Thor, Bruce Banner, and the remaining Asgardians had narrowly escaped the titan, and fled to Earth to warn you of the danger.

The god had asked a few questions about your wings, as fascinated by them as you were about the magical hammer he carried.

Despite what the others said, you quickly realized that Thor wasn’t dumb, not even dense. Just unaccustomed to modern life. Much like you and your boys.

Okay, maybe he was a little bit dense.

Alongside them, another addition had arrived in the form of a sorcerer by the name of Stephen Strange. His demeanor reminded you of a certain genius.

But there wasn’t time to worry about much other than preparing for the coming siege. There wasn’t time to warn the governments of the world. You needed to suit up. Quickly.

“What’s his objective?” Steve asks, one hand on the small of your back and the other entwined with Bucky’s flesh hand.

“He’s a plague,” Bruce rasps. “He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki.” He points to the rather greasy reformed god, who frowns.

“So this is it,” Tony hums. The billionaire is oddly composed, silently calculating. “What’s our timeline?”

“No telling. He has the Power and Space Stones. That already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands on all six stones, Tony…”

Strange cuts in. “He could destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of.”

You wrinkle your nose a bit.

“Did you seriously just say ‘hitherto undreamt of’? God, you sound like my grandfather.” you ask.

“Are you seriously complaining about how I talk when you’re 100 years old?”

“Physically, I’m about 30, so-“

Bucky sighs. “Joacă frumos, păpușă [Play nice, doll].”

Tony speaks before you start arguing with the sorcerer again. “If Thanos needs all six, why don’t we just stick Mr. Sparkles’s stone down the garbage disposal?” he asks, gesturing to the Time Stone held in the amulet.

“No can do,” the man retorts. Wong, another sorcerer explains.

“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone with our lives.”

Tony shrugs. “And I swore off dairy, but then Ben & Jerry’s named a flavor after me-“

“Ok, boys, how about we table this conversation for a time when we aren’t in danger,” Nat snaps.

“Ok, look, Thanos has the biggest army in the universe, and he’s not gonna stop until he gets… Vision’s stone.”

You nod. “Then we have to protect it.” The android, from his place staring out the window, disagrees.

“No, we have to destroy it. I’ve been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head. About its nature.” He pauses, stepping towards Wanda. “But also its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source, something very similar to its own signature, perhaps-“

Vision leans close to the girl. “-its molecular integrity could fail.” You knew what he was asking. All of you did. But no one wanted to say it.

“Yeah, and you with it,” Wanda chuckles, disbelieving. “We’re not having this conversation.”

“Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can’t get it,” he presses.

“That’s too high a price.”

Your chest aches as the android gently takes her face in his hands.

“Only you have the power to pay it. Thanos threatens half the universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him.”

“But it should,” Steve says. “We don’t trade lives, Vision.” You rest a hand on his arm, nodding when he looks to you for support.

“Captain, 70 years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people?” Vision queries. Despite being a robot, his voice is laced with uncertainty. Fear. “Tell me, why is this any different?”

Tony, Bruce, and Peter look up from where they were discussing.

“Because you might have a choice,” the doctor says. “Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. JARVIS, Ultron, Tony, me, the stone. All of them mixed together, all of them learning from one another.”

Wanda takes a sharp breath. “You’re saying Vision isn’t just the stone?”

“I’m saying that if we take out the stone, there’s still a whole lot of Vision left, perhaps the best parts.”

“Can we do that?” Nat asks.

Bruce shakes his head. “Not me, not here.”

Peter, as quiet as he’d been, raises his hand. “I know someone! And somewhere.”

You raise a brow. “So do I.”

“Shuri,” both of you say.

“How do you know her?” Bucky asks. The teen sheepishly shrugs.

“She started sending me advice on how to fix my suits from Instagram.”

FRIDAY’s voice echoed over the speakers. “Boss, something’s entered the atmosphere in lower Manhattan.”

Tony curses under his breath. “Shit, okay. We’ve gotta split up.”

“Okay, normally I’m all for your plans, but that seems like a horrible idea,” Sam says.

“We don’t have any other choice. You go to Wakanda, Thor and his crew can head into space to recruit any help we can get, and we’ll stay and handle this,” the billionaire says, gesturing to himself, Peter, and the sorcerers.

A knot forms in your gut. “And if it’s Thanos?”

No one responds. It’s a real possibility that none of you want to think about.

“Then we’ll hold him off until you get there.”

———————————————————————

The quinjet has never flown faster. A quick call to T’Challa and Shuri meant that you were rushing off the plane the moment you arrived, before the princess grabbed Bucky, Steve, and you.

“Come with me. I have an upgrade for that outdated arm of yours,” she calls.

“Is there time?” the brunet asks. Entering her lab, dozens of doctors hurry over. Bucky grabs yours and Steve’s hands, unsure of how to navigate this.

“It’ll be okay,” Steve assures. You nod, following as they lay him down on a table.

They’re unbelievably quick as they work, a hologram providing a view into everything going on. Within minutes, he’s gone under and they’ve started removing the heavy titanium.

Shuri herself carefully implants a new base for the arm, which clicks into place with little trouble. That’s when you see the arm.

It’s gold and black, crafted with careful detail but still bulky enough to balance out. You lift it gently, finding the weight to be much lighter than the old one. Vibranium.

Doctors take the arm from you with knowing smiles, precisely but swiftly locking it in place.

When he sits up minutes later, you hold your breath.

Flexing the new hand, Bucky stares in awe at the prosthetic.

“I… I can feel again.”

He reaches for you and Steve, and can’t believe it when he can truly feel your wings with his left hand. The sensation isn’t perfect, but he’ll take it over the cold, unfeeling HYDRA arm any day.

“What’s it like?” Steve asks, holding Bucky’s face with one hand.

“Perfect.”

A voice calls from the door.

“As cute as you three are, we’ve gotta hurry.” Nat holds up a projection. “Tony says Thanos isn’t in Manhattan.”

The rest of the group is hurrying in behind her, guiding Vision onto the operating table as Shuri prepares for a much more difficult procedure.

“The structure is polymorphic,” she comments.

Bruce nods. “Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially.”

“Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?” You don’t understand what they’re saying, but by the look on Bruce’s face, she’s made an excellent point.

“… Because we didn’t think of it.”

The girl purses her lips to hide a smile. “I’m sure you did your best.”

Wanda and Shuri begin to discuss the complications of the procedure, but you wander to the window. It’s too perfect. The sky is dappled with clouds and Wakanda is going on as normal as possible with the impending disaster looming on the horizon.

Right on cue, Sam’s voice rings through your earpiece.

“Hey, Cap, we got a situation here.”

You watch as a vessel crashes into the protective shield that surrounds the city, blowing up and leaving no damage.

“Don’t start celebrating yet. We got more incoming outside the dome,” Rhodey groans.

Fire blazes into view as more ships crash into the earth. You feel your heart rate increase.

“It’s too late, we need to destroy the stone now,” Vision says. The look on Wanda’s face is enough for you to shake your head.

“Get your ass back on that table,” you press.

T’Challa nods. “We will hold them off.”

Steve turns to the anxious Sokovian. “Wanda, as soon as that stone’s out of his head, you blow it to hell.”

“I will.”

———————————————————————

You soar above dozens of hovering vehicles as the aliens approach the barrier. It’s hard to get a clear view of the enemy, but below you, you can clearly spot Bruce in the Hulkbuster and Nat, Bucky, and Steve on a carrier. Beside you, Rhodey and Sam scope out the area.

One small disadvantage of your abilities. Flight comes naturally. No tech. No heat scanners or AI. No extra help. Just your powers and your wings.

At the tree line, one huge alien and one smaller one stop. The Wakandan forces fall into formation, and you watch from the air as Nat, Steve, and T’Challa go to face the two.

No surprise, it goes horribly. The crash-landed ships open, and you can make out hundreds of ugly, dog-like aliens barreling through the forest.

You land next to your boys just in time to hear Bucky mumble, “What the hell?”

“Looks like we pissed her off,” Nat mumbles.

“They’re killing themselves,” Okoye whispers in horror. She’s right. Only a few make it through the barrier before being immediately killed. The rest are sliced by the force field.

Bucky shoots down some and Bruce fires lasers while the Wakandans take out the rest.

At your side, you twist your hands. It’s been months since you’ve used your powers. Partly out of fear, but also as a way to forget all of the memories that came with them.

While you worry, one alien makes it through Bucky’s rain of gunfire, jumping towards you with a slavering mouth full of yellowed teeth.

Quick as ever, you swing out your hand, and the burst of light is so potent that it disintegrates on contact.

“Well, good to know that that still works,” Steve says, arm still raises from where he went to defend you. Twin shields are mounted on his wrists, with razor-sharp points.

“Cap, of these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us,” Bruce begins. “There’s nothing between them and Vision.

“Then we better keep ‘em in front of us,” Steve replies.

“How are we supposed to do that?” you ask. It’s not like you can tell them where to go.

T’Challa swallows. “We open the barrier.” He lifts a hand to his earpiece before you can protest. “On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen.”

“This will be the end of Wakanda,” a man you don’t quite recognize says.

Okoye doesn’t hesitate. “Then it will be the noblest ending in history.”

Glancing to Steve and Bucky, then back to the barrier, you inhale sharply. “To the end of the line?”

“To the end of the line.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #like the dawn #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x winged!reader #steve x bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #infinity war x reader #avengers x winged! reader #stucky x winged!reader #stucky x reader

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

end of beginning

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54600022 by webss312 Eight months ago, Spider-Man was killed in an explosion orchestrated by HYDRA, leaving behind his mourning friends and family. Eight months ago, Peter Parker opened his eyes in an underground bunker, in a room with Director Fury. The only one who knows of Peter’s continued presence in the land of the living is Fury himself, and he offers Peter a proposal— becoming an undercover SHIELD agent. Fury's motivation: a HYDRA computer disk containing critical information– and Peter (enhanced, anonymous, and seemingly deceased) is the perfect undercover agent. Peter’s motivation: protect his friends and family, and continue his duties as Spider-Man, in order to take down one of the most infamous supervillain organizations in the world. No biggie. Words: 9207, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Nick Fury, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Friday (Marvel), Hydra Agents Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Nick Fury & Peter Parker, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, (mentioned) - Relationship, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Avengers Team Members & Tony Stark, Avengers Team Members & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Presumed Dead, (peter parker) - Freeform, No MCD though, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Protective Avengers, Avengers Tower, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, unspecified but sometime after spiderman homecoming, post civil war but sometime before the story takes place they sort out their differences, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, they could hypothetically happen in this universe but have not yet occurred, BAMF Peter Parker, Hydra (Marvel), SHIELD Agent Peter Parker, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark Coparenting Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker is a Good Aunt (Marvel), Supportive Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark Friendship, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Minor Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, POV Alternating, Spider-Man Interacting with New Yorkers, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, eventually..., Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54600022

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[raccoonfallsharder]

future projects.

back to the main masterlist

below you can find the stuff i am working on, in order of (hopeful) release date. i have a lot of simultaneous projects so these will be coming out slowly over the coming months. thank you for bearing with me ♡♡ you are shinier than a lilac bush full of fireflies and more precious than pocket-sized pegasuses.

i am hoping to be done with current works on the following timeline: windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ ~ june/july 2024 florescence ❀ ~ august/september 2024 cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂~ october 2024

may-june 2024

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. angst, comfort, & fluff | rocket & wanda | multipart headcanon | word count: 1,370. for @hibatasblog During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR

june-july 2024

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: pending. you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor. can be read platonically or romantically.

WARNINGS: reader is experiencing abdominal pain attributed to hormonal/ovulation cycle. reader cries at one point.

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: TBD. rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. [preview]

july-august 2024

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ expansion: practice (day 9) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | ?? | word count: pending. providing more context and, uh, follow-up. title may change.

untitled Domestic Scenes in Space Travel finale. 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | length pending | word count: pending. The Nineteenth & Twentieth Visits. Series Finale. based on Guardians of the Galaxy (2019).

love is blind: andromeda 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 5 parts | word count: pending. rocket has broken out of twenty-three prisons. this one will be no different. slow burn + probable smut with feelings. mcu/comic medley (kinda au?)

september 2024

⭑.⋆๋࣭✪ hot local dads in your spaceport ✪⋆๋࣭ ⭑ undecided rating | no use of y/n | undecided reader | ?? | word count: pending. born of this statement i made ages ago and think about daily: daydreaming about quitting my job and running away to outer space. i’d live in a city in a giant floating skull and i’d run a street-food stall for the neighborhood. i’d teach the local sentient tree how to play stardew valley, and just fucken recklessly hit on his hot dad every chance i got

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ expansion: sunshine (day 15) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | ?? | word count: pending. after what was intended to be a one night stand, rocket & sunshine reader navigate the awkward aftermath of being new crewmates. oops.

october 2024

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | ?? | word count: pending. natasha romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the milano. First she demands that the remaining two guardians of the galaxy be reachable via a primitive terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. thank fuck she's hired a new assistant. mcu-based, slight au, begins five months post-snap; rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings.

#aspirations #rfh fanfic #future projects #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #gotg rocket #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket gotg #rocket raccoon x you #rfh masterlist

[jessybarnes]

My Heart Left With You

Title: My Heart Left With You

Pairing: Infinity War!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,273

Tags: ANGST...this is pure angst...I'm so sorry...

Written For: @comfortember

Day 10: Breakdown

Beta(s): None... just me and Grammerly

The chaos of the battle sounds roar around you and your team as you continue to fight diligently.

Thanos and his army have been battling the Avengers for the remainder of the Infinity Stones for weeks, and it's finally come to a head here in Wakanda.

You're standing between Steve and Bucky, taking down enemy after enemy alongside them. The three of you work effortlessly together like a well-oiled machine.

You toss Bucky a magazine for his rifle and swipe his knife from his weapon belt, "I'll give it back later, Buck. I'm out of ammo."

He turns to you and slides the magazine home before firing over your shoulder. "Promise me if we get separated that you'll come back to me, doll."

You kiss him hard, trying not to think about how this could be the last time you get to feel his soft lips against yours. "I promise, baby."

Steve hits the ground next to you and you stab the alien in the neck that's on top of him before pulling your best friend to his feet.

"The lab's been breached!" He shouts both to you and into his comms. "We need to get to Vision!"

The three of you take off towards the woods, knowing that's where he'd go. Natasha, Bruce, T'challa, and Wanda all follow suit and soon the six of you are surrounding a wounded Vision doing whatever you can to ensure his and Wanda's safety.

You know from the way she and him are talking that he's not making it through this. There wasn't enough time for Shuri to extract the mind stone and also spare his life force. You swallow the lump in your throat and continue to kill anything that's a threat.

This is, by far, the most brutal battle you've ever fought, and you can't help how exhausted you feel. Like Natasha, you don't have any super-soldier serum or magic running through your veins. There's only so much you can take.

It's starting to pay off though. The amount of aliens surrounding your small group of heroes is dwindling, and soon Steve stabs the last one in the chest before it falls to the ground lifeless.

You don't have time to celebrate, because in the next second, a portal opens and Thanos steps through it. You eye the gauntlet on his arm, your heart sinking to your stomach when you see that he has all of the Infinity Stones. All except the one Vision has on his head...the mind stone.

Steve and Bruce charge forward, immediately trying to disarm him, but they're tossed aside as if they weighed nothing.

Thanos uses the stones to trap Bruce into the side of a rock wall, before grabbing T'challa by the neck and throwing him to the ground. He isn't moving and your heart drops to your stomach. He then turns to your best friend and pushes back against his hands as he tries to remove the golden glove. Bucky shoots bullet after bullet at the purple giant, but it does nothing to deter him.

In the next second, you see him grab Steve by the armor and punch him in the face. His head snaps back and he falls to the ground with a sickening thud.

"STEVE!" You scream and try and go to him, but Bucky grabs your wrist, pulling you back into his chest. Tears cloud your vision as you struggle in his hold. "No! No, let me go! Steve! We have to help him, Buck...we have...please...he needs..."

"Y/N... listen to me, okay?" Bucky's voice cracks, tears shining in his eyes as he looks down at you. "He's gone. We have to focus, baby. We have to finish this, for the world...we have to finish this for Steve."

Thanos charges at the rest of you and Bucky pushes you behind him, racking the slide back on his gun and firing every last bullet he has left to defend the two of you. He knows it's not going to work, but he has to try.

The gauntlet whirs and the rest of you surrounding Vision and Wanda are scattered along the forest floor. Even though you and the remainder of your team aren't there to defend them anymore, she was still able to remove the stone, it shatters into tiny pieces at her feet. Your heart breaks for her as she falls to her knees beside Vision's body.

"This is no time to mourn," Thanos declares and raises his gloved arm. It glows green, and a few seconds later all of you are back to where you were two minutes ago. Steve, T'challa, and Bruce are all alive and well, and although you're more than relieved to have them back, your happiness is short-lived.

Thanos reaches out and grasps the now intact mind stone and rips it out of Vision's head. Once more you have to watch as he falls lifeless to the ground at Wanda's feet. He adds the stone to the gauntlet and his whole body glows as it ascends to full power.

Just as you're about to charge at him, a blast of lightning strikes Thanos, and Thor's axe lodges in the center of his chest.

"You die for that." Thor stares menacingly at him as he shoves the weapon in deeper.

Thanos winces and looks up at him, a slight smirk on his face.

"You should have gone for the head."

He snaps his fingers and a blinding light billows out around all of you. Thor grabs onto Thanos's armor and shakes him.

"What did you do?!"

He doesn't answer and instead opens another portal, disappearing through it like he was never even there to begin with. The only evidence is the small bit of blood on the end of Thor's axe.

You immediately take off running to Steve, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

"I...I thought we lost you..."

"I think you did for a moment, but whatever Thanos did with the stones must have reversed it."

You look up at him happily and turn to look at Bucky. He's standing a few feet from you with a scared look on his face. Your smile falls and you start toward him

"Buck? Baby, what's wrong?"

"Y/N...Steve..." He locks eyes with you and to your horror, his body begins to turn to dust.

You break into a sprint, but by the time you get to where he was, it's too late. The only thing left of him is his weapon and a pile of ash.

"BUCKY?! No, no, no...no...come back...baby come back!" Your hands shake as you gather a handful of dust, it falls through your fingers like sand.

Steve comes up behind you and tries to pull you to your feet, but you rip away from him, loud sobs shaking your body.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry...but we can't stay here. It's not safe."

"How can you say that?!" You look up at him with tear-stained cheeks. "I'm not leaving him, Steve. We have to help him! We...we have...I...I can't lose him!"

Natasha picks up Bucky's gun and slings it over her shoulder while Steve pulls you to your feet. He cradles your face in his hands and looks seriously into your devastated eyes.

"Honey, I swear on my life that we will bring him back, okay? I don't care how long it takes...I don't care what I have to do. I'll get him back for you, but you have to come with us now, alright?"

You nod, your lower lip trembling as you take one last look at where the love of your life last stood.

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[justcallmeely]

I wont leave

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Pregnant F!Reader Synopsis: Steve gets called for a mission, but isnt sure if he wants to go and leave his pregnant wife alone after the attack from Thano's team the other day. (Even though reader is capable of kicking ass, but its cute Steve cares so much and is so loving to reader) warnings: Fluff, kissing, mentions of sex and impregnate. Characters: Avengers and mentions of the Children of Thanos *also, English is not my first language so sorry if they're any grammar or spelling mistakes!* (I fell like nomad Steve was a prefect choice for this prompt and should be on the Infinity War timeline)

Steve gets off the phone which seemed to be a pretty heated conversation. You sit on the couch looking at him while the tv is running in the back ground quietly.

"Everything okay?" You ask him. "That conversation seemed pretty heated."

"Yeah, its just Nat just called and told me they might have a plan on how to take down Thanos, and she wanted me to go with them to his garden to collect the stones." He exhales softly as he puts his phone on the table and sits down. "I just don't think its a good idea that I leave you here by yourself like this."

He was referring to the child in your belly that you found out about a couple days ago

"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, even like this." You look at him while he's in deep thinking. You walk over to him and sit next to him.

"Thinking about it now, you are the reason im in this situation" You laugh as you turn your head to look at him.

He laughs along with you as he bring you closer, wrapping his huge arms around your small shoulders.

"Well it takes two people, but ill take all the blame" He says kissing the top of your head gently.

"What if I do go. You know, with you, and i can build a suit that can protect baby." You put you hand on his and move back slightly so you are able to look at him.

"I don't think thats a good idea doll. What if something happens to you, to the baby. Ill rather stay here. With you." He looks at you with soft eyes.

"Well thats what the suit is for babe. Nothing will happen to us."

"They are completely capable of beating Thanos themselves. They dont need me. He got rid of all the stones and he isnt any harm." He assures you but you still are trying to push to be able to go.

"Steve, I love you. If i didnt i would have married you, or even gotten pregnant. And i love that care about me so much, but you know that i am capable of taking care of myself." You tell him with a pretty harsh tone.

"Yeah I know, but im just trying to protect you love." He says.

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You're laying in bed with a book in your hand sighing softly. Steve walks in and leans on the doorframe and looks at you while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Hey. You okay?" He looks at you.

"Yeah im fine." You know he's there but still have your eyes on the book.

"Im sorry about earlier, it's just i know if we either go together or if i leave you here, that something will happen." He says and walks closer to you.

You place the book down on your lap and look at him. "Yeah i understand. Its just i felt like you couldnt think i could do it because im now pregnant and i wasnt able to do the things i could before i got pregnant."

He sits infront of you and takes your legs on his lap and rubs them softly while listening you.

"But now i understand why you dont want me to go, and honestly im not trying to look at those creepy looking things Thanos sent to attack us at the station." He nods slowly letting you speak.

"So, if you feel like you don't have to, then dont go." You finish talking and look at him.

"Yeah, i'm not leaving you here alone Mrs. Rogers." He looks at you laughing softly. You laugh along with him and place a soft kiss on his lips. He kisses back and smile in between the kiss.

"I love you Steven Grant Rogers" You say in between the kiss.

"I love you you too Y/N Y/M/N Rogers" He replies.

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Hi Guys!

Im sorry this fic was so short, but i feel like i should make this into a series that follow the events of Infinity War and Engame. But please if you like that idea or would like to give me some ideas, let me know i would love to hear them.

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Peter Parker/Spider-Man x reader Avengers Infinity War

Thanos disappeared through a portal after Dr. Strange gave him the time stone and we all look around at each other you turned and glared at Peter Quill

“Great job star-lord,” you said sarcastically “you just ruined everything!”

“Hey! I did not ruin everything!”

“Yes you did! Why couldn’t you just wait another five fucking seconds we almost had the damn glove off!”

“He killed my girlfriend!” Quill yelled

“Oh yeah? Well a lot more people are gonna die now because of you!” You screamed at him absolutely furious.  Peter Parker came up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders pulling you away from Quill before you could luge at him.

 “Hey Y/n you need to calm down ok? If you don’t you might lose control of your powers.”

You sighed “Alright thanks Peter.”

Peter smiled at you “I love you Y/n.”

You wrapped your arms around Peter and buried your face in his neck “I love you too Peter.” You murmured

*magical time skip to after Thanos snapped his fingers*

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said “I don’t feel so good.”

You whipped around to face Peter your eyes widening in fear. Peter stumbled and Tony caught him “I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go.”

“Hey it’s alright I got you.” Tony said laying Peter down.

You ran over to Peter and Tony your eyes slowly filled with tears as you knelt down next to Peter. “No Peter please no.”

Peter turned to look at you “I’m sorry.” He murmured before he turned to dust. 

You jumped up and backed away shaking your head in disbelief “No.” you murmured “no no no no no!” You yelled

“Y/n stay calm.” You faced Tony furiously “DON’T TELL ME TO STAY CALM!” You screamed “Peter you is gone and you’re telling me to STAY CALM!?”

“Y/n.” You ignored Tony and simply screamed letting out all the emotions that you held inside you as a wave of your F/C magical power rushed out of your body across the whole planet. 

“Y/n…” Tony began as you sank down to your knees your body shaking with sobs.

“Y/n it’ll be okay...” Tony said hesitantly, once you had stopped crying.

You slowly rose to your feet still staring at the ground then you raised your head and stared straight at Tony an empty look in your eyes. “Y/n wha-“

you cut him off “I’m going to kill Thanos, and I’m going to do it in the most brutal way possible. Let him see how it feels to be ripped apart.”

With that you turned and walked away using your powers to disappear.

*hey guys here's another fic I made way back in 2020 (it’s absolute shit ik but I wrote it awhile ago and I’m to lazy to edit it) I hope you liked it (even tho it’s terrible) Bye for now author out*

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