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[callikc]

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader - Seven Minutes in Heaven

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This is from my imagines book on Wattpad under the name CalsRebellion

Summary: The compound is too quiet for Tony's liking and so he decides that you should all play a little game of seven minutes in heaven.

The compound was quiet for once.

No alerts signalling missions, no crashes or shouts from the training rooms, no noises from the labs. For once, there was just silence. And a certain someone named Tony thought it was agonizing. He was determined to have fun.

He thought and thought for what must have been a full hour before he came up with an idea. He knew most of the team would argue, but he was bored and desperate. No one paid attention as he left the room, or when he returned half an hour later.

"Seven minutes in heaven!"

All of you looked up at the sudden announcement, confused. He had just burst in with a grin and a bag of God knows what.

"What?" Bucky questioned.

"You heard." Tony smirked, crossing his arms and causing whatever was inside the bag to rattle.

"What is... Seven minutes in heaven?" Thor asked slowly.

"You don't have that in Asgard?" You asked in return.

He shared a look with Loki and shook his head, causing Tony to seem amused. "That's really sad."

"It's a game." Natasha explained. "A stupid one."

"I don't know, it can get pretty good sometimes." Clint shrugged.

"Name one time something good has come from seven minutes in heaven."

"Joanna Wheeler, tenth grade." Tony said, smirking again. "Best night of my life."

"I'm with Nat." You said. "It's a stupid game."

"Come on, (y/n), what's stupid about spending seven minutes in an enclosed space with one of your friends?"

You didn't answer.

"We have everything we need. The closet." Tony motioned to a storage area in the corner. "The hot singles." He motioned to all of you. "And the bag."

"Yeah, I think I'll just sit this one out." Bruce said, getting a murmur of agreement.

"Please!" He begged. "(Y/n), you first. Come on."

"Not a chance, Stank." You muttered, going back to your book.

However, the book was snatched from you and you were lifted to your feet by Tony.

"Just a few rounds." He said. "Then you can go back to doing absolutely nothing productive."

It took a moment of internal fighting before you realized the best way out of it was to just play along. And so you nodded.

"Sure. Whatever."

Like a child on Christmas, he held the bag out, giving it a shake and motioning for you to pick something. Very reluctantly you put a hand inside, and, with a frown, pulled out a mini-figure helmet in gold with two horns on it. Immediately, your stomach dropped.

"Yeah, no." You quickly put it back in, hoping no one saw.

"Ah, ah, ah." Tony took it back out and showed everyone. "Reindeer Games and (Y/n)!"

"We'll kill each other." You hissed at him.

See, Loki and you didn't always get along. You were usually the recipient of his pranks or schemes and you especially hated him for when he put marbles outside your door. You never recovered.

But, as much as you hated to admit it, part of you did like his humorous nature. But only a very small part. You also had to give him props for being the most attractive guy you'd ever seen.

Yeah, your feelings were pretty conflicting.

But, before you could voice this, you found yourself being shoved into the corner with Loki beside you.

"Keep it PG." Tony teased, shutting the door and plunging you into near darkness.

The only source of light was a flickering bulb above which barely illuminated half the room.

"Let me out now and I promise I won't break both your legs!" You shouted after him.

Nothing in response.

"Seven minutes in hell." You then mused, attempting to break the silence. "Not how I pictured my afternoon."

"And how was that?" Loki asked, his tone teasing.

"Finishing the Percy Jackson books for the third time."

He seemed amused by that. "Why? The Olympians are such a bore."

The way he said it confused you, as if he personally knew the Greek gods. Then again, it shouldn't be surprising. He was a god. Of course he would know others.

"What are they like?" You asked, genuinely curious and momentarily forgetting you didn't like him.

"Zeus is pompous and arrogant. Hera likes to believe she owns the world. Do not get me started on Apollo and Artemis."

You couldn't help laughing. "So you think you're better than them?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Gotta love that self-esteem. Good for you."

The silence returned shortly after and you felt a little awkward again. But, since he clearly knew a lot on the topic, you kept the subject of gods and goddesses up.

"Is Aphrodite as pretty as the stories say she is?"

"She is beautiful, yes." Loki confessed. "But a terrible kisser. I'm much better."

You scoffed. "Yeah? And how would you know?"

Without warning, the raven-haired god held your face in his hands and kissed you. It was slow and heart-filled at first, a barrage of unspoken emotion, but it soon became more passionate and wild. By the time you started losing air, Loki was already smirking against your lips.

"Wow." You whispered, staring at him with wide eyes.

His infamous smirk was just about visible in the dim light. "Believe me now?"

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[finnsstyles]

pink

peter parker x fem!reader

summary: peter gets hurt and fem!reader helps clean his wounds while crying

“ouch,” peter exclaimed as he dropped into y/n’s room from her window. she just looked up at him with a bored expression on her face, 

“hey, pete.” she looked back down at her computer and continued typing. she was finishing the third page of her thesis paper. she almost forgot that peter was there until she heard his heavy breathing and small sighs as he struggled to stand up. her eyes flashed up from her screen and caught his hand pressed tightly to his left side. 

“woah, what happened?” she set her stuff aside and paced towards him. she held her hands out to touch his sides but decided against it after getting a good look at him. her hands hovered beside him and he watched her face change from relaxed to frantic. 

“it’s okay, it’s okay. i’m fine, it’s just a cut. all i need is to clean it and i will be good as new in like an hour,” his voice was strained and so was his face. he sat down on the edge of her bed and gave out a sigh. it really hurt to breathe, so he was just going to have to hang out here until he was healed enough to swing home. he looked up from his side to the girl in front of him, his best friend, who was standing there gawking at him. her mouth opened and closed, open and closed and open and closed. she didn’t know what to say.

“you’re–wha–pete,– just a cut? you’re fucking kidding me, right? you’re bleeding!” she rushed off before he could answer. she came back with a first aid kit, warm washcloth, cup of water and some ibuprofen. 

peter felt a soft smile overcome his face, “listen, y/n/n. i’m gonna need you to clean it for me ‘cause i can’t reach it.” he watched her eyes widen with panic, “i am going to talk you through it, okay?” he soothed. he reached a sweaty palm out for her forearm and pulled her in to stand between his legs. in this position he could see her face even though she was trying to hide. 

she made eye contact with him and he gave her an encouraging smile. she took a centering breath, “okay.” she turned around to grab the supplies she set down and turned back to him. he had taken his suit off down to his hips and he was covered in bruises and scratches and blood, his blood. her breath was uneven and her hands were shaky. i can’t do this. 

“i can’t do this,” she blurted. “i don’t know what i am doing. what if i hurt you or make you worse? i–,” she wrung her hands together while rocking side-to-side on her feet. 

peter reached two gloved hands to cup her supple cheeks. his gaze softened. he wanted to say: you could never hurt me, but he knew she wouldn’t like that so he settled for, “you can’t make me any worse than i am right now.” she gave him a skeptical look but nuzzled into his palms. he smiled at her and slipped a hand into her locks to pull her closer. he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. she leant into the second kiss he gave as he deepened it. 

he pulled her into his lap to straddle his thighs and kept giving her loving kisses. the hand on her cheek moved to his back to run up and down in a soothing pattern. he pulled back to look at her, perched on his lap with glassy eyes and swollen pink lips. he loved that color on her, especially on her lips. pink. he remembers when they were little and she dyed the expensive highlights that her mom got put in her hair bright pink. she looked awesome. 

he handed her the first aid items and started to explain what to do.

“do you– do you think you could lean back? when you’re sitting up like that it kinda scrunches the wound and i want to make sure that i clean it all so that way it heals nicely,” her eyelashes fluttered as she spoke. peter smirked and lowered himself to the bed with her help and her cheeks tinged pink once she took in the position they were in. her childhood best friend, who was also a secret superhero, was splayed out beneath her thighs with nothing on his chest while she sat atop his muscular thighs, looking down at him. 

“o–okay, i’m going to clean it now, okay? it’s gonna sting so just ask me to stop if you need me to.” she brought the washcloth with disinfectant on it to his cut and winced before it even touched his side. he let out a hiss when it made contact and she flinched but kept steady pressure. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i know it hurts. i’m so sorry.” 

her voice was starting to waver as her bottom lip wobbled. she was stressed. one of the most important people in her life is bleeding below her and is in pain and she can’t really do anything to make him feel better except to say nice things. it was a maddening feeling, to just sit there and watch. 

peter opened his eyes that were shut from the sting when he heard a sniffle. he could hear her heart pounding and her nose was pink from being upset, but she didn’t stop taking care of him. she was finishing up cleaning out his wound when he reached out to push her hair off of her forehead and smoothed his palm over her head. 

she wiped the blood from around the wound with the other end of the washcloth and reached into the kit to grab some gauze. peter admired her as she worked; she was so strong. she was evidently upset but kept on moving. she was so pretty with her pretty pink lips and plushy pink cheeks. 

she finished wrapping his side and moved to bandage the smaller cuts and pressed a small ice pack to the bruise on his other side. her pink tongue poked a little bit out of the side of mouth and she looked adorable as she checked on him one more time. she gave herself a small nod, as if congratulating her own work. 

she stood up gently and grabbed the kit to put away. she stopped at her dresser to pull out sweats for him to put on and a cozy sweater. she tossed them to him and left to put everything away. she came back after he put the sweats on and came to stand between his legs once again. she silently gestured for him to lift his arms and he obliged while keeping a loving eye on her. she slipped the sweater over his bruised body then ran her hands gently through his curls. 

she tilted his head back to look at her and she gave him a soft smile and leaned in for another kiss. it was a short one, but his cheeks tinged pink. she loved pink on him. pete pulled her into him and laid down on the bed. he shuffled them both under the covers as his body leaned on the headboard. she was sat between his legs with her head in his neck. 

he pressed a kiss to her pink cheek as she fell into a cozy sleep on his chest. he was exhausted, but so was she. 

he pulled her impossibly closer with a, “you did so well today, baby.” he dreamt of the color pink.  

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Sleep Tight

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Written: July 1st, 2nd, 2021

Posted: July 2nd, 2021

Warning: Mentions of Anxiety, Mention of Bar.

Word Count: 1,360

Summary: Jealousy strikes again

Loki Masterlist

The roaring of the room around you was overwhelming. Most of the team had considered the last mission to be one of failure, while you remained positive and thought it was a success, with none of the team members gravely injured.

Sitting at the table, you gazed around the bar. Steve and Tony were playing darts while Bruce and Bucky sat at a nearby table laughing at Tony's missed throws.

Natasha was sitting in front of you while Wanda was beside you, about of the enamored in a discussion about the upcoming mission. Thor and Loki sat at the front bar, in a deep discussion.

Gazing at Loki, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking how handsome he looked. Catching your staring, you attempted to dart your eyes back towards the group playing darts. Your cheeks began heating up as your stomach fluttered.

The sound of Natasha chuckling in front of you caught your attention.

"What's so funny?" You leaned back against your chair crossing your arms along your chest, as you tilted your head slightly.

Lifting her eyes to yours, she held your gaze seemingly boring into your soul. Shivering slightly, you cleared your throat as you began shifting in your chair.

"Oh, nothing." Natasha taunted. She brought her gaze back to her drink. Stirring the straw, she studied the movements as if it was the most important thing in the world. "Just, you and Loki." She smirked glancing back up to your eyes.

With widened eyes, you felt your heart skip a beat. Your jaw falling open slightly, as you felt your mouth become insanely dry. As your mind raced a million miles, you furrowed your eyebrows together staring at the table in front of you.

"There's no... Us."

Scoffing, you glanced up in time to see Natasha roll her eyes. "Maybe not right now..."

Frowning, you opened and closed your mouth before deciding against any argument you had. Letting out a huff, you groaned internally.

"You wouldn't be bothered if I told you, G.I. Jane is trying to make moves on him?"

Placing your elbows on the table, you leaned forward silently challenging her. Holding your eyes, she raised an eyebrow at you, wordlessly urging you to look. A pit began forming in your stomach the longer you stared at her allowing your mind to form assumptions. Biting the inside of your lip, you sighed. A sly smirk began forming on Natasha's lips.

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the perky, slim brunette that was holding Loki's attention. As you continued staring at her, your mind began comparing you to her. It didn't take long before you realized, she was everything you weren't. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in perfect curls, while she wore a pair of black heels in a snuggly fit matching black dress. The sound of her gentle giggled somehow, carried over the booming music at the bar. As she glanced at the bartender, you were allowed a peek at her features. Her makeup had seemed to be perfect while her bust was nearly out. All the while, you were wearing black leggings, booties, with a plain white shirt as you topped off your outfit with a black leather jacket you had borrowed from Natasha.

Subconsciously, you reached up and fidgeted with your necklace pendant. Your breathing began to quicken, while your bottom lip was yanked between your teeth allowing you to chew on it. Frowning, you suddenly felt as if you were underdressed. Your mind began filling your thoughts with things you were insecure about, drowning out the music and nearby laughter.

"Hey," Natasha spoke. Reaching across the table, she clasped her hand around yours. Flinching at the sudden contact, you lifted your widened eyes to gaze into her worry-filled ones. "I'm sorry," She muttered. Her features scrunching up. "I-I didn't mean to make you upset-"

Shaking your head, you offered her a forced closed-lip smile. "You didn't."

Frowning, she knew you were bothered by how quick your response was.

"I...I think I'm going to go." You mumbled more so to yourself.

"Y/N-" Wanda attempted.

Standing up, you had already made up your mind. "I'll see you guys back at the compound."

Turning on your heel, you didn't bother waiting for either of your friends to respond. You were more concerned with the sudden feeling of the walls closing in on you. Nearly running out of the bar, you were met with the brisk night air.

Walking down the sidewalk, you had blocked out the noise and lights around you. The more you tried to ignore the feeling creeping up, the more it was consuming you. Feeling yourself begin to gasp for air, you navigated yourself in the direction of the nearest ally.

Placing a hand on the wall, you fold at your waist nearly toppling over. Resting your back against the wall, your head met the brick with a soft thud. Squeezing your eyes shut, your breaths becoming shallow, while you were overwhelmed by the feeling of your body shaking. Maneuvering your body, you sat leaning against the brick.

The sound of someone's footsteps echoed through the ally. As the stranger neared, the more your body trembled, willing anyone from the team to search for you.

"Hey, focus on me."

Snapping your eyes open, your jaw fell open slightly as you gazed into a familiar viridescent pair. As you slowly gazed at him, you took in his kneeling form beside you. His features holding a concerned expression as his eyes bore into yours. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned against him. Loki's aroma filled your nostrils.

"Take my hand." He spoke gently as he extended his hand towards you.

Gazing at him skeptically, you took the chance. In the blink of an eye, you were on your bed back at the compound. Toeing off your shoes, they hit the floor with a thud. Your borrowed jacket hitting the floor not long after.

Yanking your blankets back, you hurried underneath them making yourself snug, positioning yourself to face the door. Loki was quick to lift the blankets, allowing him to slide beneath. Before you could question, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder while the other was lazily draped across your waist. Shifting around, you finally found a comfortable position. Your forehead rested against his neck, while you absentmindedly traced shapes along his chest. Your instinct was to throw your leg across his hips, but you decided against it in hopes of not crossing any line.

However, Loki surprised you when he gripped the back of your knee, guiding it along his hips. Your eyebrows nearly darted to your hairline at the unexpected gesture.

Shaking you from your thoughts, was the soft rumble of Loki's chuckle underneath you. His hand that had guided your leg, rested comfortably upon the side of your knee, his thumb occasionally tracing along the area.

Focusing on his breathing, you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy as sleep washed over you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let a content sigh escape your lips. Gingerly, you nuzzled further into his neck earning another rumble of laughter. The sweet melody transcended upon you, causing your stomach to flutter. Drowsiness nearly taking its hold on you. Attempting to fight through it, you had some unanswered questions.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Laying against his chest, you were able to feel his soft hum.

"How did you know where I was?" You slurred with your eyes closed, giving up the fight of trying to hold them open.

"I..." His voice trailed off, as you could practically hear the frown in his voice. "I saw you leave.." He let out a pained sigh. "I was worried about you."

Scrunching your eyebrows, you felt as if your mind was playing tricks on you.

"But-" You were cut off by a yawn wracking through your body.

"Let's sleep now, and we can talk in the morning."

"I'm not even that tired." You grumbled as you hugged yourself closer to Loki.

Once he felt that you were deep enough in slumber, he placed a kiss upon your hair.

"Sleep tight, pet."

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[wattpadxicyme]

Siblings and Alcohol || Chris Evans

• 𝓐𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓼 •

𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠

S/N: Amy

N.º de palavras: 3339 palavras

Gatilhos: Bebida

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• 𝓐𝓶𝔂 •

Atendo o interfone da minha casa revelando que a minha irmã Sasha estava no portão. Abro-o deixando ela entrar com o seu carro e vou ter com ela.

– Não sabia que me visitavas hoje. – Brinco apoiada na porta do seu carro.

– Desculpa maninha, mas não sei se te lembras, mas hoje é a festa que te falei. – Ela sai do carro com um lindo vestido cinza que lhe dava um pouco acima dos joelhos e de saltos altos.

– Sim, não me esqueci. Queres que te leve até lá? – Pergunto.

– Não, eu apanho um táxi como combinado. Depois venho buscar o carro mais tarde. – Sasha tranca o carro e entrega-me as chaves. – Para evitar problemas.

– Sim, não queremos que certas coisas voltem a acontecer. – Ela interrompe-me.

– Isso foi só uma vez... – Ela tenta argumentar.

– Claro, de qualquer das maneiras, amanhã não trabalho se precisares de alguma coisa liga-me e tem cuidado.

– Amy, eu é que sou a irmã mais velha, eu é que te tenho que dizer essas coisas. – Ela ri fazendo-me juntar a ela.

Falamos mais um pouco enquanto ela espera o táxi e assim que ele chega, ela entra e vai para a festa que não ficava muito longe daqui. Volto para dentro e tomo um banho relaxante, vestindo em seguida um pijama que consistia em uma camisola de alças rosa-claro e um short bem curtinho cinzento. Distraio-me, depois com uma serie o resto da noite.

Acabo adormecendo no sofá e olho as horas. Eram 3 da manhã, vejo se tenho alguma chamada ou mensagem de Sasha. Até agora ela não me disse mais nada. Apago a TV e vou para o meu quarto.

Quando estou prestes a adormecer ouço uns gritos vindo da rua e a minha campainha começa a tocar freneticamente segundos depois. Como não respondo a pessoa começa a gritar o meu nome e logo apercebo-me que era Sasha.

– Meu deus Sasha. – Levanto-me rapidamente da cama e abro o portão da rua abrindo a porta de minha casa logo em seguida.

É quando vejo Sasha e mais um homem cambaleando completamente bêbedos. O homem era alto de cabelo loiro bem aparado juntamente com a sua barba. Ele vestia um fato cinza que combinava com o vestido de minha irmã.

– Maninha, este é o Scott, Scott é a minha maninha Amy, falei-te dela. – Sasha fala abraçando-me.

– Olá maninha da Sasha e meu deus és tão bonitinha. – Ele agarra nas minhas bochechas.

– Olá. Sasha quem é ele? – Pergunto visivelmente preocupada em deixar um homem totalmente estranho na minha casa.

– Já te disse, é o Scott, ele é amigo de um amigo que trabalha comigo. – Ela fala apoiando-se na parede da entrada.

– Amigo? Que modesta. Peguei um deles uma vez. Eu estava na cidade e acabei sendo convidado para esta festa. – Ele fala fazendo-me largar um pequeno riso e logo me apercebendo que isto vai ser uma longa noite.

Levo-os para dentro de casa, Scott deita-se no meu sofá e Sasha começa a vasculhar os meus armários.

– O que procuras Sasha? – Falo virando a minha atenção para ela.

– À procura de bebida. – Ela diz descaradamente.

– Tens água no frigorifico e sumo, fora isso não bebes mais nada. – Falo impondo-me para que ela não me desobedeça.

Cuidar de adulto bêbedo é igual a cuidar de criança pequena, mal sabem andar, podem vomitar a qualquer momento e os seu humor pode ir do 8 ao 80 em questão de segundos.

– Amyyyyy. – Ouço Scott chamar e vou até ele tirando a minha atenção de Sasha.

– Sim Scott. – Falo preocupada.

– Toma. – Ele entrega-me o seu telemóvel. – Podes ligar ao meu irmão para me vir buscar, ele não está a fazer nada e sei que ainda deve estar acordado. – Ele fala sério e se eu não o visse antes juraria que estava sóbrio.

– Está bem, como é que ele se chama? – Pergunto um pouco nervosa.

– Chris. – Ele fala.

Sasha põe música nas colunas de som com o meu computador que estava perto. Procuro rapidamente o número e logo encontro, ligo-lhe e ele atende logo em seguida.

– Olá, por chance este é o Chris, o irmão do Scott? – Pergunto porque ele tinha muitos contactos com o mesmo nome.

– Sim sou. Aconteceu alguma coisa? – Ele fala e sinto um tom de preocupação da sua voz.

– Está tudo bem, mas resumindo o que aconteceu, a minha irmã conheceu o teu irmão numa festa e eles acabaram os dois bêbedos à minha porta. – Afasto-me um pouco de Scott que cantava Taylor Swift com a minha irmã aos berros. – Vou te ser sincera eu mal consigo tomar conta da minha irmã quando ela está bêbeda imagina tomar conta dela e de mais um homem que é literalmente quase o dobro de mim. Podias vir-me ajudar? – Quase que imploro.

– CHRIS. – Scott grita no fundo. – VEM LOGO DESGRAÇA.

– Claro, manda-me a morada.

– Sim, mando por mensagem. Obrigada.

Desligo a chamada e envio a morada ao qual ele me responde que chegava em 5 minutos.

– ELE VEM A CAMINHO. – Grito por cima do som da música, baixando-a em seguida

Respiro fundo e vou rapidamente passar um pouco de água pela cara para acordar pois a noite ia ser longa. Enquanto isso Sasha tinha voltado a meter a música alta.

– SASHA EU TENHO VIZINHOS BAIXA ESSA MERDA! – Grito e ela parece obedecer.

Como prometido Chris chega pouco tempo depois. Abro o portão e deixo a porta de minha casa aberta para ele entrar enquanto vigiava Sasha na sua procura de mais álcool depois de deixar a música de parte.

– Posso entrar? – Ouço a voz parecida com a da chamada.

– SIM! – Grito. – O MEU DEUS SASHA, LARGA ISSO. – Grito novamente quando vejo que Sasha com uma taça de cristal prenda dos meus pais quando me mudei para esta casa.

Nem eu nem Sasha gostávamos daquela taça, mas para não dececionar os meus pais, metia-a em exposição quando eles aqui apareciam.

– NÃO. – Sasha grita de volta rindo-se enquanto corria com a taça na cabeça como se fosse um chapéu.

– SASHA. – Chamo por seu nome e sigo-a até à sala onde ela para de repente.

É quando vejo um homem alto, bem estruturado de cabelo loiro e barba bem aparada a tirar a taça da cabeça da minha irmã e pousá-la em cima de uma comoda perto.

– Presumo que sejas o Chris. – Falo aproximando-me dele.

– Sim, não apanhei o seu nome. – Ele estende a sua mão para me cumprimentar.

– Sem formalidade, o meu nome é Amy e obrigada por vires. – Correspondo ao seu aperto de mão perdendo-me por breves segundos nos seus olhos azuis.

– Ora essa. Scott vamos. – Chris fala e Scott apenas lhe responde com um enorme ressono.

– Ele adormeceu? Como eu queria que a minha também fosse assim. – Suspiro.

– Por vezes não sei se é bênção ou maldição ele fazer isto. – Ele fala passando a mão pela cabeça e eu dou uma leve risada.

– Sasha, linda, meu amor. – Falo quando vejo que Sasha continuava perdida de seus pensamentos focada em Chris e ela parece acordar quando falo com ela.

– Quem é o deus grego? – Ela fala finalmente fazendo-me ficar extremamente envergonhada.

– É o Chris, irmão do Scott. – Falo aproximando-me dela que senta-se nas costas do sofá.

– Scott! Porque não me disseste que o teu irmão era tão gato? – Ela fala e eu apenas suspiro.

Bem depois disto não há como piorar.

– Sasha limites. Desculpa Chris. – Tento tirar a sua atenção dele.

– Chris? Espera eu conheço-te. – Ela levanta-se e aponta-lhe o dedo.

– Sasha tu conheces toda a gente. – Tento amenizar.

– O meu deus, tu és o Chris Evans. Amy, é o Chris Evans. – Ela tenta-se aproximar dele mais eu impeço-a.

– Sasha quieta. – Falo como se ela fosse um cachorrinho.

– Não Amy, é mesmo ele. – Ela continua.

– Sim e eu sou Amy Adams. Sasha, amor é a bebida. Vamos. – Encaminho ela para a casa de banho do meu quarto e volto para Chris.

– Peço imensa desculpa. – Falo num suspiro.

– Ela não está errada, eu sou... – Ele começa, mas logo interrompo.

– Eu sei, eu reconheci o teu irmão. E o teu contacto no telemóvel dele é Chris Evans, uma pessoa apenas junta os pontinhos. – Dou um leve sorriso. – Podemos dizer que a minha irmã gosta do teu trabalho.

– E tu? – Ele pergunta deixando-me confusa. Pergunta básica, mas já era bem tarde.

– E eu o quê? – Devo parecer uma idiota.

– Também gostas do meu trabalho? – Ele pergunta descarado.

– Podemos dizer que sim. – Deixo um pequeno sorriso forma-se no meu rosto novamente.

– Muito bem. – Chris responde devolvendo-me um sorriso.

– Como queres fazer com Scott? Se quiserem ficar no quarto de hóspedes...

– Pois, nós estamos num hotel aqui perto. – Ele faz uma pequena pausa, penso que pensando no que faria a seguir. – Duvido conseguir levá-lo assim. Ele agora não acorda mais. – Chris suspira.

– O quarto é a primeira porta à direita e a porta a seguir a essa é uma casa de banho. Se quiseres roupa para dormir, pode ser que tenha ai algo para os dois.

– Obrigada Amy. Vamos lá Scott. – Ele aproxima-se de Scott que continuava a dormir.

– Eu vou só ver se a Sasha, entretanto, não me destruiu o quarto.

Deixo Chris para trás e abro a porta do quarto de hospedes para ser mais fácil ele entrar e vou para o meu ver o ponto de situação com Sasha.

Depois de alguma luta, consigo que ela se banhe e vista um pijama. Sasha deita-se na cama capotando em seguida. Aproveito e vou dar a roupa prometida a Chris e Scott. Bato à porta.

– Posso entrar? – Pergunto abrindo a porta.

– Sim. – Chris responde.

Entro e vejo que Scott já estava deitado na cama só de t-shirt, boxers e meias. Vou até a uma comoda onde tiro dois duas t-shirts brancas cada uma estampada com um coisa diferente e dois calções pelo joelho de pijama.

– Aqui está. – Entrego a roupa e olho o corpo de Chris, tirando-lhe as medidas. – Tenho quase certeza que cabe.

– Obrigada. – Ele ri e pega na roupa.

– Até amanhã. – Falo e saio do quarto juntando-me a Sasha.

Deitei-me eram 4 da manhã, mas o meu sossego não durou muito, pois Sasha não parava de se mexer. Era completamente impossível dormir na mesma cama que ela. Um movimento súbito de Sasha faz-me cair no chão.

– Chega. – Falo frustrada.

Olho as horas, eram 4:45 da manhã, pego na minha almofada e num cobertor dirigindo-me ao meu querido sofá da sala. Caminho no escuro e jogo a minha almofada e cobertor para cima do sofá.

– Tu também? – Ouço uma voz assuntando-me e ligo a luz no mesmo segundo.

– QUE SUSTO. Queres-me matar do coração? – Falo acalmando a minha respiração.

– Desculpa não era a minha intenção. – Ele senta-se no sofá dando espaço para eu me sentar do seu lado.

– Eu sei. – Suspiro.

– Não consegues dormir? – Chris olha-me e eu deito o meu corpo para trás passando as mãos nos olhos tentando permanecer desperta.

– A Sasha não para de se mexer. – Falo agora enterrando a cabeça na minha almofada para conter a raiva. – Eu só quero dormir. – Choramingo um pouco e sinto a mão de Chris a fazer-me carinhos nas minhas costas, consolando-me – E tu? Qual é a tua desculpa? – Olho-o.

– Por alguma razão, o Scott quando adormece bêbedo ressona imenso. Eu não durei 10 minutos. – Ele ri fazendo-me ri por reflexo.

– Eles estão bem um para o outro. – Falo e respiro fundo.

– Eu posso dormir no chão se... – Chris oferece-se, mas não o deixo terminar.

– Não é preciso, o sofá abre. Há espaço suficiente para os dois. – Falo levantando-me e Chris segue-me.

Abrimos o sofá que se forma numa confortável cama de casal, grande o suficiente para caber 3 pessoas.

– Vejo que a roupa ficou bem. – Falo sem pensar.

– Sim, perfeita. Como...

– A roupa é do meu ex, e em termos de corpo vocês são parecidos. Calculei que fosse ficar bem. – Explico e vejo a sua expressão mudar.

– Oh. – Chris fala surpreendido.

– Sim, a diferença tu tens mais bunda. Afinal de contas essa é a bunda da América. – Brinco lembrando-me de um dos seus papeis.

Chris corresponde com um riso tosco que me faz rir junto. Vou buscar uma colcha que desse para tapar os dois. Apago a luz da sala e ajeito-me no meu canto, enquanto Chris faz o mesmo do seu lado. Adormeço rapidamente devido ao meu nível de cansaço.

Acordo com a claridade do sol, pois as janelas da minha sala eram enormes e eu ainda não tinha arranjado maneira de tapar o sol. Num momento de lucidez apercebo-me que já não estou mais no meu canto e sinto uma respiração de quente no meu pescoço, assim como uma mão na minha cintura. Tento me mexer e é quando me lembro que ontem acabei partilhando o sofá com Chris. O meu deus, eu estou de conchinha com o Chris Evans.

Tiro a sua mão da minha cintura e chego-me para o meu canto sem fazer movimentos bruscos. Não o quero acordar. Levanto-me lentamente e vou fazer as minhas higienes. Quando volto Chris já estava acordado.

– Bom dia, raio de sol! – Brinco voltando a deitar-me

– Bom dia. – Ele fala ainda roco esboçando um pequeno sorriso de lado enquanto me cobria com a colcha.

– Dormiste bem? – Aconchego-me na colcha e viro a minha atenção para Chris que continuava deitado.

– Sim, muito bem e tu?

– Que nem um anjinho, apesar de ainda estar extremamente cansada. Então o que fazes por cá? – Pergunto curiosa.

– Vim fazer uma leitura de roteiro, amanhã é o meu último dia cá, depois volto para Boston. – Ele eleva a sua cabeça com a sua mão apoiada no sofá.

– Espero que tenhas gostado de aqui estar, na nossa humilde cidade. – Brinco.

– Adorei. – Chris sorri. – Então a noite passado foi para minha lista das noites mais estranhas e sem sentido da minha vida.

– Não me digas... – Elevo a minha cabeça igual a Chris. – ...que é a primeira vez que a teu irmão sai para uma festa conhece uma mulher lá, ambos decidem vamos chatear a irmã da mulher caindo bêbedos na sua porta de entrada e depois receberes uma chamada, um bocado em pânico da irmã da mulher a implorar que a venhas acudir, porque ela não consegue tomar conta do recado.

– Sim é. – Ele ri.

– Pois a mim também. – Dou um pequeno riso. – Ela normalmente quando vem para minha casa, depois de uma festa destas, chega sozinha, não acompanhada.

– Posso dizer o mesmo.

Rimos e por alguma razão o momento fica sério onde eu fiquei perdida nos seus profundos olhos azuis.

Sem dar conta estávamos perigosamente perto, o espaço entre os nossos corpos tinha diminuído e os seus lábios estavam no meu alcance. Não eu não podia, pensava. Eu não me lembro como cheguei lá, mas em questão de segundos os nossos lábios estavam iniciando um beijo lento fazendo o meu corpo arrepiar-se todo.

Chris endireita-se fazendo o meu corpo acompanhar o seu movimento. Ele apoia as suas costas no sofá ficando sentado e ajuda o meu corpo a ficar no seu colo. Tudo isto sem nunca largarmos os lábios um do outro.

As minhas mãos estavam no seu rosto acompanhando os nossos movimentos enquanto as dele envolviam o meu corpo ficando depois no meu quadril. Paramos o beijo e apercebo-me que as nossas respirações estavam ambas ofegantes. Um momento de silencio prevalece e o meu olhar saltava constantemente entre os seus lindos olhos azuis e os seus doces lábios.

Era como se o meu corpo não corresponde-se aos comandos dados pelo meu cérebro e inclino-me para mais um beijo que me é correspondido com um sorriso ladino. Mais uma vez as mãos de Chris viajavam pelas minhas costas aumentando a necessidade do nosso beijo. Mas lembro-me que Sasha e Scott podiam aparecer a qualquer momento.

– Não... – Falo ofegante.

– Desculpa fiz alguma coisa mal?

– Não, estava tudo perfeito, mas eles podem aparecer a qualquer momento.

– Tens razão.

Dou um último selinho nos seus lábios fazendo-o esboçar um pequeno sorriso e saio do seu colo sentando-me do seu lado. Colocamos o sofá normal e ligo a televisão, deitando a minha cabeça sobre o ombro de Chris. Ficamos ali cerca de 5 minutos até Sasha aparecer.

– Amyyy, onde estás? – Ouço a porta do meu quarto fechar e crio um pouco de distância entre mim e Chris.

– Aqui. – Respondo.

– Preciso de um comprimido para as dores... – Ela fala e o seu olhar cai em Chris. – Eu sabia que não era da bebida Amy. Olá.

– Olá. – Chris devolve.

– Primeira gaveta a contar do frigorifico. – Falo levantando-me.

– Se o Chris ainda aqui está presumo que o Scott também. – Fala num tom baixo.

– Preciso de algo para as dores. – Scott fala baixinho passando casualmente por nós.

– A Sasha está ao pé deles. – Digo.

– Obrigada.

– Não tens nada a me dizer Sasha? – Olho-a à espera de pelo menos um pedido de desculpas.

– Maninha do meu coração, se é um pedido de desculpas que estás à procura, estás enganada. – Ela fala bebendo água com o comprimido.

– Sasha. – Repreendo-a.

– Amy, o Chris Evans está aqui, do que é que tenho que me desculpar? – Sasha fala descarada fazendo-me corar.

– Bom ponto. – Scott fala e Chris olha-o sério. – Qual é Chris? Não ias fazer nada de qualquer das maneiras. E ela faz o teu tipo e tudo, bonita, inteligente e sensual para um diabo.

– Scott! – Chris repreende-o.

– O que foi? Sou gay, não cego.

– Nós temos que ir embora. – Chris fala e Scott apenas assente.

– Já tens o número dela? – Ele fala ao longe com Chris.

Eles desaparecem ficando apenas eu e Sasha na cozinha.

– Sasha é a última vez que isto acontece. – Falo séria.

– Verdade, para a próxima vens comigo. – Ela fala sem um único pingo de vergonha na cara.

– Tu não existes.

– Só agora que descobriste? – Ela deixa-me sozinha e vai para o meu quarto.

Fico na sala a ver TV e Chris junta-se a mim, já completamente vestido com Scott atrás. Sasha aparece momentos depois.

– Vocês vão para onde? – Sasha pergunta colocando uns óculos escuros.

– O hotel. – Scott responde.

– Posso vos dar boleia até ao hotel, fica no caminho. – Sasha fala e ambos concordam.

Despeço-me de Sasha e Scott que vão andando na direção do carro deixando Chris e eu sozinhos. Eu já não sabia o que dizer e ele também parecia não saber por onde começar.

– Gostei muito de te conhecer. – Falo finalmente e ele solta um leve sorriso.

– Igual e obrigada por tudo. – Chris diz e eu apenas me perco nos seus olhos.

Em outro momento de loucura, partilhado por ambos iniciamos um beijo com vontade. Cada aperto que ele dava na minha cintura fazia o meu corpo arrepiar-se.

– Quando estiveres por perto não te esqueças de ligar. – Falo nos seus braços.

– Boston fica apenas a 45 minutos daqui, se quiseres posso visitar-te qualquer dia. – Ele passa com a sua mão no meu rosto fazendo um carinho.

– Fico à espera então. – Falo perdendo-me novamente nos seus olhos imensos.

Chris rouba-me um último beijo e afasta-se com um sorriso bobo nos lábios. Vejo eles darem partida e desaparecendo ao longe. Fecho a porta e vou para o meu quarto onde penso na loucura que foi a noite passada e tudo porque Sasha foi a uma festa. Deito-me na minha cama e acabo pegando o sono pensado como seria o meu reencontro com Chris.

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[thea-banana]

REQUESTS?

Heyyy! So since we’ve been on lockdown for the past few months, I decided to do a movie marathon on MCU films and I’m still pretty hung up on them that I wanted to write imagines, so if you have requests pls drop by and ask

#mcu #marvel #mcuimagines #bucky barnes #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanov #clint barton #loki #thor #imagine

[luckyvirgo]

IMAGINE REQUESTS

— Marvel Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes Peter Parker Bruce Banner Thor Loki

— BBC Merlin Arthur Merlin Gwaine Lancelot

— Criminal Minds Spencer Reid Aaron Hotchner Penelope Garcia

Leave your requests in the comments!

(more characters and fandoms to be added)

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[silverlambcaptain]

“There’s been a new delivery for you, inmate” the guard carelessly drops the book through the bars.

Zemo lets the guard pass before sitting up and assessing the book now lying unassumingly on the concrete cell floor. 

He picks it up inspecting, turning to see the front of the cover. Few specs of dust now stuck to the front he brushes it off.

‘Responsibility and the Moral Sentiments, R. J. Wallace’

Biting his cheek he turns back towards the bed flicking through the pages in search for the code. 

And there it is. As always.

This time he can’t help it, his lips tug into a smirk. 

‘ I’m coming for you soon. Hydra are resurfacing again’

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Gif credit goes out to the creator.

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[weirdlyokaywithit]

Kiss the Girl pt 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smutty thoughts, Disney princesses, swearing, smart ass remarks

This is the second part of @valkyriesryde’s writing challenge, this is late but better late than never. 

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You woke with a start, a scream tearing out of your throat and tears pouring down your face. Hands fisted in sheets, you were absolutely drenched in sweat and your chest was heaving.

“It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real,” you whispered to yourself. 

Your clock glared 3:42AM in neon green letters, you knew you weren’t going to be able to go back to sleep. After a few deep breaths to steady your breathing and heart rate, you swung your legs out and got up from your bed. You decided to go ahead and start your day, the gym would likely be empty since it was the middle of night. 

After pulling on workout clothes, you took the elevator down to the gym and upon entry JARVIS greeted you and asked if you would like your usual workout playlist. After Kevin Gates started blaring through the speakers, you took a shot of pre-workout and started your warm-up. You were already pouring sweat when the doors to the elevator opened and revealed a tired Bucky Barnes, you called for JARVIS to pause the music. When the music stopped, you sat on one of the benches and Bucky shuffled over to sit next to you. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked softly. 

“Just another nightmare,” you replied, wiping sweat from your brow and swigging out of a water bottle. 

“Can I workout with you?” Bucky asked. 

“You know you don’t have to ask me that, I told you when you got here that you could workout with me any time you want,” you replied, giving him a nudge with your elbow. 

“I’ve seen your workouts, you trying to torture yourself?” Bucky joked.

He wasn’t wrong necessarily, your workouts were designed to push your body so that your mind would stop. You stood up and laughed, you walked over to the free weights section and set up for an intense leg day now that Bucky was joining you. You both got to work on lifting and the silence didn’t bother you like you thought it would, the grunts and semi-laboured breathing. 

“I can’t go back to sleep, after they happen,” you said, softly. 

Bucky’s ocean eyes found mine, he sucked in a deep breath and pushed through the rest of his set before the bar hit the floor. 

“I can’t either, they just start all over again,” Bucky replied, he wiped sweat from his forehead with his forearm. 

You nodded, “Do you think we’ll ever not have them?” 

Bucky’s face softened at the sound of your words, you could see that he was just as tired of plaguing nightmares as you were. He strode the few feet over to stand in front of you and placed his hand on your shoulder, you leaned into the contact. 

“I gave up hope a long time ago, I hope that you don’t have them forever,” his words were low and they wrapped around you warmly. 

Tears welled in your eyes and he pulled you into his arms, his large hand softly stroking your hair as he shushed you. You wound your arms tightly around his waist and held on like he was your lifeline as you silently cried into his chest. He crooned your name in your ear, and swayed with you softly back and forth. Your tears slowly stopped and you just let him hold you like that, it was so intimate and it felt… right being that close to him. You forced yourself to pull away from his arms and wipe your face off.

“Wanna spar now?” You asked, avoiding his eyes. 

The two of you sparred for hours, until Steve eventually came down looking for you two, you were both a mess, gasping for air and disheveled. Bucky would spar with you until you couldn’t take anymore, that was why you two always worked well on missions together. Steve made you and Bucky hit the shower and then show up on time for breakfast, insisting that Tony was gonna have your heads if you weren’t on time. 

After breakfast you decided you needed some downtime and so you ended up in the media room binging Criminal Minds. You were a good six episodes in when JARVIS greeted Bucky as he walked in, your head popped up over the back of the couch and saw him leaning against the doorway. You immediately paused the episode and motioned for him to come sit with you. 

“You can come watch with me if you want, it’s a little dark but the character development is honestly worth getting through some of the freaky parts,” you said as Bucky plopped down next to you. Bucky motioned for you to hit play and he snorted as soon as he saw Reid, and glanced over at you with a small smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, now I see what you were talking about, Y/N, you’re really here for the character development,” He snarked.

“Hey, now, you may think Spence is a dork but that man has three PHDs, and he could throw me around any day,” you joked. 

Bucky snorted and shoved you, “Hey now! I don’t have three PHDs and I throw you around almost everyday.” 

You burst into laughter at that and Bucky couldn’t help but join in after you started wheezing and tears came leaking out. It was JARVIS announcing Sam and Steve behind you that had yours and Bucky’s laughter coming to a halt, they were both holding giant bowls and Steve had a hold of one of Tony’s fedoras. 

“Lady and gentlemen, it is now time for our next movie showing. Bucky you need to draw so we can get this show on the road,” Sam said jovially. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and stuck his hand behind him, Steve moved so his hand was in the hat and Bucky dramatically drew the piece of paper out. He opened it and announced that we would now be watching Beauty and the Beast, you grinned because you knew Bucky would like some parts of this film. Even you could admit that Beauty and the Beast was pretty good, it had funny moments and wholesome ones. 

“YES! Now, tin man, you just need to prepare to be wowed by the GREATEST princess movie of all time!” Sam crowed and plopped on the other couch.

“Yeah, yeah, bird brain, pipe down over there and let the movie speak for itself,” you reminded Sam.

Steve chuckled, “JARVIS, please start Beauty and the Beast.”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers,” JARVIS responded and the Disney music started. 

Bucky scooched closer to you and eventually his shoulder was touching your own, the contact sent the usual butterflies into a frenzy and goosebumps started down your back. You watched as the beautiful Belle sang her way through the village and tried to ignore the nagging voice in your head that was telling you to lay your head on Bucky’s broad shoulder. After continuing to watch absentmindedly, a large warm hand landed on your thigh just above your knee. Your eyes snapped to Bucky’s hand currently on your leg, thumb softly rubbing circles just above your knee sending electric pulses straight to your core. You peered over at him through your lashes, his eyes were locked on the screen but his lips were pulled into a soft smirk. 

God, his lips, they were so damn distracting, he was so damn distracting. All you could think about were his lips kissing their way down your neck, breasts, and stomach to the one place you needed them most. You wanted to tangle your fingers through his chestnut locks and ride his tongue like your life depended on it. You felt a rush of wetness between your thighs and you bit your lip as you prayed that he would never stop rubbing his thumb in those delicious circles on your skin. 

You snapped your attention back to reality when Bucky leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Okay, Sam might have you on this one, doll. I mean seriously, the teacup, c’mon?” 

“Oh chill out, you haven’t even started to witness greatness yet,” you whispered back.

Bucky chuckled softly and his warm breath lingered for just a second and you relished having his mouth so close to you, relished the feeling of Bucky Barnes whispering in your ear. You smiled softly at the man next to you and he returned it with a cheeky grin, his hand giving your thigh a tiny squeeze. You trained your eyes on the screen in front of you and forced yourself to watch the rest of the movie wtih wild thoughts about Bucky running through your mind. Before you knew it, Tale as Old as Time started pouring through the speaker and you took a deep breath. 

As soon as the credits started rolling, Bucky’s hand slid up your thigh before it left your leg and he looked over at you with a goofy grin on his face. The sight of his smile made your heart skip a beat or maybe stutter, you couldn’t decide which but your heart was going haywire. The lights flicked on overhead and you stretched your arms over your head before getting up, Sam was serenading the room with his rendition of Be Our Guest. You and Bucky shared a look before both snickering at your friend, Steve was by the door shaking his head. 

“So, tin man, what did you think of my pick? It was wonderful, wasn’t it?” Sam goaded, giving Bucky a small shove. 

“Birdman, there was a talking candlelabra,” Bucky snorted, and you grinnned. 

“Oh, don’t you talk about my man, Lumiere liike that!” Sam exclaimed. 

Steve laughed heartily as you mocked Sam behind his back, he spun around and you quickly dropped all expression from your face but it was too late he definitely saw you. Sam scooped you up around your knees and tackled you into the couch, you cried out in surprise and before you knew it Sam was ripped off of you and Bucky was standing worriedly close. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine, seriously it was more of a shocked sound than anything,” you reassured him and took the hand he offered to help you up. 

“But, I am starving so can we get food?” You asked with a playful smile.

Bucky grinned and motioned for you to lead the way so you did, heading up to the shared level. While everyone was in the elevator, you bickered about what to eat and none of you could agree so you decided to just do your own thing. 

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Part Three will be up soon! Comment and leave me some feedback :)

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[aliasimagines]

"Gosh! How you do this?" you looked at Wanda's pumking which had a really detailed flower carved into it.

"Well it's not that hard. You want me to help with yours?"

Looking desperatly at your own pumpkin you noded.

"Yes please"

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[shadowsof-thenight]

MCUimagine

Masterlist

Imagine running into you best friends brother, Clint, while he is out with his avenger friends

“Y/n?” Clint called out as he saw the solemn figure walking past him. You stopped and quickly wiped away the tears before turning around to face him and his friends. You'd had a horrid night, but Clint did not need to know that. You hadn't seen each other in forever, he would be the last person to dump your problems on.

“Barton!” you exclaimed and hoped the smile on your face could fool him.

“How have you been? “ Clint asked as he gave you a hug.

“Good, really. Finished college, got a job.” You summarized in short.

“Great” He said.

“What about you? Taking a night off from saving the world?” You joked.

“He takes a night off quite often” one of his companions joined in on the conversation.

“In fact, we often have to save him” another added. You laughed.

“Y/N, this is Sam” Clint pointed to first one, “ and this is Tony.” he pointed to the second speaker.

“Nice to meet you” you said with a smile. The smile felt less forced now. It might have been a good thing, running into a kind, familiar face.

“How do you know our Clint?” Tony wanted to know as he shook your hand.

“I am friends with his sister” you said.

“You have a sister?” another friend jumped in. This one you recognised as Thor. The tabloids loved him.

“They don't know about Faith?” you wondered, looking at Clint confused. He was crazy about his little sister.

“Thor doesn't know about Faith. Or, he didn't.” Clint said with a sheepish grin.

“Y/N let me introduce you to the rest of the group. Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Pepper” Clint said while pointed to each individual. They all shook your hand. You looked at all the face before you. This was an intimidating group of people. All of them were too good looking and there was not a hair out of place. You felt a little shabby in comparison. Your make up was probably not looking to good by now and you have been walking for over an hour now, your hairdo must have suffered.

“Where are you off too?” Pepper asked.

“Just...on my way home” you said. You neglected to mention you were supposed to be on a date with your boyfriend of 5 months. Correction; ex-boyfriend.

“Want to join us for a drink?” Clint wondered. You were about to say no, you had had a horrible day. Perhaps it was best to just call it quits before it could get worse.

“Yes, come” Pepper added and everyone offered you a smile. They seemed so welcoming and you couldn't help but smile and nod. Perhaps this day could be salvaged after all.

Pepper linked her arm with you and you all continued on towards the bar further up the street.

The night progressed quite nicely as they all laughed and joked. You heard stories about the avengers, you never thought you'd hear. How they pranked each other. Celebrated birthdays and of course, how they liked to embarrass Clint every now and again. You had no doubt, Clint gave as good as he got.

You in turn told them about the things you, Clint and Faith would get up to when you were younger. Clint, not letting any boy near his sister. And how you and Faith would get around Clint so you  could date. Or how all three of you would sneak out of the house to go to a party. Clint saving you from being grounded by sneaking you back into the house, while drunk. You even showed them some pictures of your adventures.

You were glad you had come along. This was a perfect way to end an otherwise crappy day. Everyone had been really nice. As everyone was getting ready to leave,  you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

“Where have you been hiding her?” Sam wondered as soon as you were out of earshot.

“She's been travelling Europe with Faith” Clint explained.

“So, did you ever date her?” Natasha asked.

“Oh god no. that would be weird. She's like a sister.” Clint laughed.

“So, she's fair game?” Sam now asked and Clint laughed again. He wasn't sure how to answer that. He felt the need to protect her. These men were great, but were they good enough for her?

“I'm pretty sure she can decide for herself” Pepper saved him.

“Perhaps we should invite her to the party.” Natasha said, looking at Tony. He nodded in agreement was he wrapped his arms around Pepper. He never really cared who they invited to his parties.

“Y/N,” Tony said as you returned to the table, “ We're having a party next week. Would you like to come.”

“Sounds fun. When?” you asked.

“Bring Faith” Thor exclaimed before anyone could answer and you laughed.

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Staycation

Pairing: Loki x Single!Mom

Written: June 14th, 2021

Posted: June 14th, 2021

Warning: Some Swearing.

Word Count: 1,272

Author's Note: I feel like as a whole there should be a lot more single-parent Au's. Just my opinion, momma's need love too🤷‍♀️ Also this has quotes from Loki in it. Possible mini-series???

Summary: The reader is burdened with the glorious purpose of watching over Loki.

TV Show and Movie Masterlist

"What are we supposed to do with reindeer games, over there?" Tony questioned as he vaguely nodded in the direction Loki was standing.

"I can hear you." Loki hissed crossing his arms along his chest. Rolling his eyes he was unimpressed with Tony's snarky comments.

Sighing to yourself, you rolled your eyes. "Why can't he stay here in the tower?" You quipped while raising an eyebrow. "You know, where it's secure.."

"She's got a point, Tony." Bruce chimed in glancing at Tony expectantly.

"Nonsense." Thor's voice boomed. "He shall stay here with us." He clapped Loki on the shoulder.

"See!" You exclaimed pointing in their direction. "My point exactly!"

"I don't even know why we're talking about this." Bruce groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a loud huff.

"Because he can't be trusted." Tony shrugged.

Scoffing you shook your head. Glancing at your watch, you had to leave.

"As much as I'd hate to leave this..." Your voice trailed off as you gathered your belongings before standing up. "Heated conversation, I have to go."

"Saved by the bell," Bruce spoke only loud enough for you to hear. Sharing a quiet laugh, you began leaving the room.

"I got it!" Tony exclaimed as he slapped his hands on the table.

The loud sound causing you to jump slightly. Turning to face him, you raised an eyebrow at him as you crossed your arms along your chest.

"Got what exactly?"

"Why doesn't reindeer games stay with you?"

Your jaw fell slack as soon as the words left his lips. Opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, you felt yourself at a loss for words. The room fell silent as soon as the words had been spoken. While you felt as if all eyes were on you. Quickly glancing at Loki, he held an expression that you couldn't quite recognize. Softness? Want?

"Tony, can I speak to you for a moment?" You hissed, crossing your arms along your chest.

"Why don't-"

"Now!" You shrieked, making your way into the hallway.

Once you were both in the semi-private area of the hall, you glared at him.

"Why would you even let that thought cross your mind?"

"Well... Uh.." Tony shifted from foot to foot, as he fidgeted with his wedding band.

"You know that can't happen." You snarled nodding in the direction of the room.

"But-"

Your phone began ringing.

Sighing, you glanced at the caller ID before answering, and letting the sitter know you would be running late.

"Seems like you don't have much of a choice," Tony smirked, crossing his arms along his chest.

"If you think even for a minute, that I'm going to let-"

"We don't have any other options, Y/N," Tony spoke, using his stern voice.

Glaring up at him, you turned to glance through the glass. Crossing your arms along your chest, you let out a huff.

"Fine. But if he even has a toe out of line-"

"I know, I know, you'll gut him like a fish."

----

The sky was illuminated with an orange and pink tint, as the sun began to set. Driving back to your house was filled with silence as neither one of you wanted to break the silence. Your mind going a hundred miles a minute as you attempted to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to do. Pulling into your garage, you turned the car off as you let out a huff.

"Let's get one thing straight." You spoke quietly, not breaking your gaze from in front of you.

The feeling of Loki staring at you overtook your senses.

"My kid is off-limits." Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw Loki's expression contort into a confused one. "I don't care what you do, what you've done."

You both shared a sigh.

"But if you harm my kid-"

"You'll gut me like a fish." He finished for you.

Turning to face him, you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Stark told me." He shrugged offering you a soft smile.

Smiling you nodded your head. "Good."

Exiting the car, you lead the way into your house.

The sound of a Disney movie playing filled your ears. Placing your keys on their hook, you toed off your shoes. Glancing at Loki, you gave him an expectant look. Rolling his eyes, he mirrored your previous actions before waiting for your approval.

Walking to the living room, you re-leaved the babysitter allowing you to plop down on the couch beside your daughter.

"Mommy!" She squealed throwing her small arms around your neck. Giggling, you felt your lips slide into a toothy grin as you did your best to reciprocate the hug.

Pulling away, you placed soft kisses along he cheeks causing fits of giggles to erupt from her. Glancing in the direction of Loki, her gentle grasp turned into a firm one.

Following her gaze, you giggled. "That's mommy's friend."

"Oh." She muttered quietly, as she nodded her head.

Gesturing for Loki to have a seat, he found home in one of the farthest seats from you.

"Stella, this is Loki." You spoke, motioning towards the man.

Nodding her head, she moved into your lap nuzzling her face into your neck. Giggles fell past your lips, as you glanced at Loki. "Sorry, she's shy."

Once everyone had eaten, you brought mountains of blankets to the couch. Cuddling up in yours, you glanced at Stella watching her hand Loki a few of her favorite ones. Loki gazed at her in confusion.

Stella's giggles filled the room. "Those are a few of my favorite ones." She explained. "Mom and I wrap ourselves in blankets and watch movies."

Nodding his head, he did the best that he could to wrap himself in the child-size blankets.

As the movie played, the room was filled with silence. Glancing towards Stella, you scrunched your eyebrows to see she wasn't beside you. Panic began bubbling up inside you before you heard a soft call for your name. Turning toward the voice, your jaw fell slack.

Stella had burrowed herself into Loki's side while being fast asleep.

"I...I'm sorry." You whispered, the scrunched-up expression still upon your features. "She doesn't usually do that to people she doesn't know." You couldn't help the frown that made its way upon your lips.

"It's quite alright," Loki whispered back, maneuvering his hand to allow him to scratch her head. A content sigh slipped past her slumbering lips.

Nodding your head, you turned back to the movie. Your mind kept wandering to Loki and your daughter. It wasn't long before sleep overwhelmed you.

A gentle nudge, startled you awake. Your heart beating rapidly. "It's alright." Loki's voice echoed through your ears, carrying a gentle and caring tone.

Glancing toward the area Stella had previously occupied, you were greeted with an empty space with lumps of blankets. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you felt your hands begin to sweat.

"She's in her room. She's okay." Loki cooed.

Snapping your head in his direction, you felt a slight relief wash over you. Before you could question Loki already was answering.

"I put her in her bed." He spoke cautiously. "I woke you up because I didn't want you to be sore in the morning." He was scratching his neck as a pink tint danced along his cheeks.

"Oh." You murmured. Confusion overwhelmed you. "Uh, T-Thank you."

Nodding his head, he shifted from foot to foot. Mirroring his previous action, you made your way towards the stairs, as you felt your stomach doing somersaults. The thought of Loki caring plagued your mind.

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Through time || Loki Laufeyson

• 𝓐𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓼 •

𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛

S/N: Anna

Spoilers: Série Loki episódio 4

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• 𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓪 •

Sou chamada ao gabinete de Ravonna. Será que fiz algo de errado? Revejo todos os meus últimos casos para ver onde errei enquanto caminhava até ao seu gabinete. Os guardas abrem a porta gigantesca dando-me espaço para entrar.

Dentro do seu gabinete vejo Mobius, um investigador sénior um tanto conhecido sentado num dos sofás e Ravonna na sua mesa.

– Chamou-me. – Falo nervosa.

– Sim Anna, este é Mobius. Mobius esta é a Anna, já te falei dela. – Ravonna apresenta-nos.

– Falou? Estou em algum tipo de problema? – Pergunto indo direta ao assunto.

– Não Anna, está tudo bem. Chamei-te aqui porque neste próximo caso ajudarás Mobius com um variante. – Fala Ravonna entregando-me uma pasta, presumo que com todas as informações.

– Sem problemas. – Respondo e ambos saímos de seu gabinete.

Abro a pasta com o processo do variante e reparo que o seu nome é Loki Laufeyson.

– Mais um Loki? – Pergunto, mas Mobius não me responde. – Espera este Loki, não é aquele que tu perdeste numa missão recente? – Ele continuava sem me responder e apenas andávamos pelos corredores imensos daquele lugar. – Não deveríamos apenas apagá-lo, assim como fizemos com todos os outros? – Provoco à espera de uma reação de Mobius que pega no processo que estava em minhas mãos.

– Não, eu sei que ele ainda nos pode ajudar. – Mobius fala, finalmente, porém quase num sussurro deixando-me extremamente curiosa.

Seguimos até a uma das salas de interrogatório e previamente combinamos que ele começaria a conversa, tendo em conta que ele já o conhecia e depois eu entraria. Eu não tinha como saber o que estavam a falar dentro da sala, mas sei que ele demorou imenso tempo lá dentro. Começo a andar impacientemente de um lado para o outro, é quando vejo Mobius a sair da sala visivelmente frustrado e faz-me sinal para entrar.

Respiro fundo, ajeito as minhas roupas por reflexo e os guardas abrem a porta para eu entrar. Assim que entrei eles fecham as portas e o meu olhar vai para o variante que estava em pé de costas para mim.

– Loki Laufeyson. – Falo aproximando-me da mesa no meio da sala e pousando o processo dele.

O variante volta a sua atenção, lentamente para mim e a sua expressão muda no mesmo segundo. Este Loki era diferente de todos os que já tive a oportunidade de ver e estudar, a sua pele era pálida e os seus cabelos pretos caiam perfeitamente até aos seus ombros. Os seus olhos azuis emitiam um olhar cansado e preocupado. O seu corpo era... Saio dos meus pensamentos apercebendo-me que estava a distrair-me.

– Lorelei. – Ele fala quase num sussurro deixando-me confusa.

– Não percebi. Podes repetir? – Falo direta sem querer perder tempo e ele senta-se na cadeira à minha frente.

– Nada, a menina parecia-me familiar. – Loki fala desapontado e o seu olhar não deixava o meu.

– Pois isso é impossível. – Falo quebrando o seu contacto visual. – Vamos começar então.

– Primeiro, qual é o seu nome? – Loki pergunta inclinando-se sobre a mesa.

– O meu nome é Anna. – Falo voltando a minha atenção para os papeis à minha frente e pego num lápis que estava entre as folhas

– Anna? Que nome mais mundano. – Ele fala inclinando-se agora para trás.

– Foi o nome que me deram, não posso argumentar sobre. – Tento permanecer profissional.

– Há quanto tempo trabalha para a TVA? – Ele pergunta pausadamente num tom característico dele.

Onde é que ele quer chegar? Sei que um Loki adora falar, mas normalmente é sobre si mesmo, ele não demonstra interesse noutras pessoas. Aliás eu é que deveria de estar a fazer as perguntas não ele.

– Acho que Mobius já explicou que o tempo aqui passa de maneira diferente. – Falo tentando manter a calma.

– Claro, que pergunta idiota. – Loki tira o seu olhar de mim e foca-se na porta voltando para mim alguns segundos depois.

– Ouvi dizer que no seu tempo fora arranjou uma namoradinha. – Provoco, mas a sua expressão não muda.

O seu olhar continuava preso no meu e em certa forma isso estava a deixar-me incomodada e por reflexo meto uma mexa de cabelo atrás da minha orelha o que faz ele expressar um sorriso ladino em reação ao meu gesto.

– O que nos podes contar sobre o outro Loki? – Pergunto tentando meter a conversa de volta ao seu caminho.

– O nome dela é Sylvie. – Ele corrige-me.

– A sério? Conta-me mais. – Falo esperando que ele começa-se a falar como sempre.

– Sempre foste curiosa. – Ele fala em vez de me responder à minha pergunta.

– O que queres dizer com isso? – Entro no seu jogo para ver onde é que isto ia levar.

Loki fica em silêncio como se estivesse a calcular precisamente o que dizer a seguir, conseguia ver os seus olhos inquietos e a sua expressão preocupada, algo que nunca vi em outros Lokis.

– Ouve-me com atenção o teu verdadeiro nome é Lorelei, nasceste em Asgard, a TVA não te criou, tu és uma variante assim como eu. – Loki fala deixando-me surpresa.

Era isto que ele guardava dentro de sua mente? Não consigo segurar o meu riso e interrompo-o.

– De todas as mentiras que já ouvi sair da boca de um Loki, esta ganha o prémio. – Admito a loucura continuando a tentar conter o riso.

– Eu estou a falar a sério. – A sua expressão muda novamente para um ar preocupado.

– Loki poupa-me e poupa-te a ti. – Faço uma pequena pausa pensando no meu próximo passo. – Conhecendo bem um Loki, vocês adoram falar. A não ser que tenhas alguma informação sobre a Sylvie, estou a perder o meu tempo e indico a Ravonna para seres apagado.

– Mantém a Ravonna fora disto. Lorelei, tens que me ouvir. – Ele chama-me aquele maldito nome outra vez.

– Pela última vez o meu nome é Anna. – Levanto-me frustrada e volto costas para ele respirando fundo.

"Tu consegues fazer isto Anna", falo para mim mesma.

A verdade era que eu nunca tinha interrogado nenhum Loki sozinha. Eu já tinha visto os vídeos de todos os seus interrogatórios e as suas sentenças. Pensava que estava preparada para fazer isto sozinha.

Recomponho-me e volto a minha atenção para Loki que estava perigosamente perto de mim, mas o que eu sentia não era medo ou a necessidade de chamar alguém para o conter. Algo dentro de mim sentia-se bem com ele por perto. Olho nos seus profundos olhos azuis e ele continua a aproximar-se de mim até ficarmos a poucos centímetros um do outro.

– Deixa-me mostrar-te. – Loki fala levando cuidadosamente a sua mão à minha face.

O seu toque era diferente, de alguma maneira trazia uma certa tranquilidade e até segurança. Sem pensar duas vezes entramos num portal para um lugar onde a sua magia funciona-se. Fecho os meus olhos e quando os volto a abrir estou num quarto que parecia familiar. Vou até a uma janela grande no comodo e olho para o exterior. Era Asgard. Como é que ele me conseguiu trazer até Asgard?

– Este foi o dia que te mudaste para o palácio. – Ouço a voz de Loki fazendo-me tirar a minha atenção da paisagem.

– Quando tiveste tempo de mudar de roupa? – Pergunto confusa e depois olho para um espelho que estava no quarto.

Eu estava completamente diferente. Parte do meu cabelo estava preso com apenas uma porção solta que me dava por meio das costas, eu estava com um vestido simples vermelho com alguns detalhes bordados em azul-escuro.

– Como é que? – Pergunto extremamente confusa.

– É uma das tuas memórias...

– Mas eu não me lembro de nada disto. – Rebato a sua fala e olho ao meu redor enquanto ele ia-se aproximando de mim.

– Porque a TVA apagou todas as tuas memórias. – Loki volta a falar do mesmo assunto.

– Como sei que isto não é apenas um truque? – Falo revendo tudo o que sei sobre os Lokis e os seus poderes.

– Tu sabes que eu não consigo implantar memórias, estou apenas ajudar-te a lembrar-te delas. – Loki fala enquanto ajeita para trás um dos meus fios de cabelos que estava num sítio onde não devia.

– Que conveniente. – Retiro a sua mão da minha cara, porém por instinto não a largo.

– Porque não vês por ti mesma? – Ele dá-me passagem para a porta de saída do quarto largando a minha mão.

Saio do quarto e vou intuitivamente até, ao que parece ser, um salão enorme onde estavam reunidas algumas pessoas no fundo. Eu olhava em volta recordando-me de cada detalhe daquele lugar e quando olho para onde deveria estar Loki ele desaparece. Dirijo-me até Odin, Thor, Frigga e Sif. Espera como sei os seus nomes?

Ao longe vejo uma versão mais nova de Loki a juntar-se a nós. Os nossos olhares cruzam-se e era como se uma chama tivesse acendido dentro de mim. O que está a acontecer?

Saio dali e abro a porta entrando em outro ambiente, tudo me vinha à cabeça. O meu nome é Lorelei filha de Irizei. Sif é minha melhor amiga e conheço Thor e Loki desde pequena. Fui retirada da minha linha temporal porque no dia antes do meu casamento com Fandral, a quem fui prometida por meu pai, fugi para me encontrar com Loki e fugirmos de Asgard juntos. A TVA apareceu quando eu estava caminho do Bifrost, o nosso local de encontro. Eu lembro-me de tudo.

– Loki! – Chamo-o prestes a desabar em lágrimas.

É quando acordo do seu feitiço e entramos de novo no portal voltando à sala de interrogatório da TVA. Loki afasta-se um pouco retirando a sua não da minha face, mas eu o impeço puxando-o para mim logo em seguida.

– Eu lembro-me... – Falo quase num suspiro descansando a minha mão no seu peito. – ...de tudo Loki, eu lembro-me de tudo.

Todo os meus sentimentos por ele florescem, como se tivessem estado adormecidos este tempo todo. A distância dos seus lábios dos meus estaca a matar-me e por impulso aproximo as nossas bocas iniciando um beijo demorado. Este Loki é do ano 2012 e por minhas contas já não nos vemos à mais de 250 anos. Eu estou presa na TVA há mais de 250 anos.

Loki retribui o beijo colando ainda mais os nossos corpos e pondo uma das suas mãos na minha cintura e outra na cara acompanhando os nossos movimentos. Paramos o beijo em busca de ar e vejo um sorriso ladino formar-se na sua cara.

– Fico feliz por te teres lembrado. – Ele continuava com o seu sorriso que eu tanto esperava que me deixava sem chão toda a vez.

– Eu ia fugir contigo, mas a TVA impediu-me antes de chegar ao Bifrost. – Tento explicar.

– Eu fiquei à tua espera por horas e nunca apareceste, quando voltei estavas abraçada com Fandral no jardim de minha mãe. – Vejo o seu sorriso do momento anterior desaparecer entre o olhar magoado.

– Desculpa. – Abraço-o e ele retribui envolvendo-me nos seus braços.

– Nós temos que sair daqui Lorelei e temos que encontrar Sylvie. – Loki fala em alerta.

– Eu sei. – Começo a pensar em possíveis cenários onde um dos meus planos funcionasse sem que ninguém suspeite.

Consigo encontrar uma forma perfeita, mas primeiro tinha que conseguir chegar a Sylvie. Vou até à sua sala que é fortemente vigiada e volto para a de Loki, eu precisava de ajuda. Consigo distrair os guardas que estavam à sua porta dando tempo suficiente para ele fugir. Vamos juntos até à sala de Sylvie e conseguimos passar os guardas que deram um pouco de luta. Pego num dos bastões por segurança e entrego outro a Loki. Entramos na sala e Sylvie levanta-se assim que nos vê.

– Espera eu conheço-te. – Sylvie fala e logo Loki explica tudo.

– Temos que sair daqui. Toma. – Entrego o meu dispositivo para eles decidirem qual seria o lugar para onde iriamos.

Não demora muito até Ravonna vir acompanhada de Mobius e de mais alguns até à sala onde estávamos.

– Anna para o que estás a fazer, eles são variantes. – Ravonna fala.

– Não. O meu nome é Lorelei e eu sei toda a verdade. Mobius nós somos variantes, nós já tivemos uma vida antes disto tudo. – Falo para Mobius que presumo suspeitava de tudo, pois Loki devia-lhe ter falado de algo.

– Eu sabia que só me trarias problemas. Tu és o maior número de variantes que prendemos quando decides escolher Loki em vez de Fandral. – Ravonna fala e Mobius apenas olhava-a incrédulo.

– Nós temos que ir. – Loki fala com o meu dispositivo na sua mão escolhendo um destino aleatório.

– Não, apagem-nos. – Ravonna fala e Mobius impede-os sendo apagado por um dos guardas.

– NÃO! – Grito ficando estática com a cena.

Loki e Sylvie agarram em mim fazendo-nos passar por um dos portais que se fecha logo em seguida.

– E agora? – Sylvie pergunta e eu caio no chão em choque.

Mobius tinha acabado de ser apagado eu nunca mais o iria ver. Tento recompor-me, mas a estava impossível. Todo o peso das minhas memorias com a morte dele estavam a sobrecarregar-me.

– Agora voltamos e destruímos a TVA e a Ravonna. – Loki fala indo até mim. – Vamos conseguir vingança por todos, especialmente Mobius.

Levanto-me com ajuda de Loki e caminhamos até a uma cabana que se via ao fundo. Eu não reconhecia este planeta, provavelmente nunca o tinha visitado ou pelo menos não me lembrava. Chegando à cabana vemos que temos o que precisávamos até ao apocalipse em si.

Saio da cabana para apanhar um pouco de ar e por as minhas ideias em ordem, sou acompanhada por Loki que me abraça por trás e deposita um beijo no topo da minha cabeça. Eu vou ter a minha vingança contra a TVA.

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[viking-raider]

Quote Me - Drabble *Cotton Candy Goodness*

Summary: Henry recounts a funny story about you on the Graham Norton Show.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/You

Word Count: 397

Rating: None - Cotton Candy Goodness

Inspiration: The Witcher and my dislike of Spiders

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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“So, do people quote the Witcher to you often?” Graham Norton asked Henry as he sat on the couch, doing an interview for the first season's press tour.

“Oh, all the time.” Henry laughed and smiled. “But, my girlfriend has to do it the most, I think.” He chuckled, forcing himself not to look at you, as you sat beside him, on the press tour with him.

“Does she?” Graham laughed, tickled at the idea. “What's the funniest reason she quoted the Witcher to you?” He asked, leaning slightly forward.

You shifted beside Henry, trying your best to keep your expression neutral.

“She's going to kill me for this, but-” He laughed, licking his lips. “I was downstairs one morning, not a week after getting home, after the first season wrapped, and I'm making myself some coffee and getting ready to do my morning workout, when I hear her scream for me from upstairs, our room.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah.” Henry chuckled, cheeks warm. “I thought something horrible was happening, so I drop the coffee, spilling it all over the counter, and race upstairs as she runs out of the bathroom.” He struggled to keep his composure. “I don't know what I was expecting, an intruder, a hole in the ceiling—anything, but what I find.”

“What was it?” Graham roared, fully invested in Henry's story.

“A spider.”

Henry laughed, his body going back as he let it out with Graham and the audience, you could laugh now, but you didn't think it was funny then.

“She's acting like it's the size of my hand, and it's really the teeniest little thing, just trying to get out of the sink. So, of course, I give her a bit of trouble for freaking out and asked her why she couldn't kill or deal with it herself, and she looks me, dead on, and says: 'Don't give me that look, shitling. That's what I called him, the White Wolf. Now, kill it and I'll toss something at you later.'”

Everyone in the building start laughing at the story, you bright red and Henry living for it.

“No worries, though, I didn't kill the poor bugger, I carried him outside.”

“So much for taking no prisoners.” You mumbled, just loud enough for Henry to hear, which only added to his laughter.

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[fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression]

Wreck Your Sh!t~Chris Cuomo

Sugar Daddy! Chris Cuomo x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut, Language, Age Gap(older than 20 but i didnt mention a specific number so the numbers up to yall), The use of the term Fredo I did some research on the word since I didn’t know about it until the video, its a offensive term people call people who have an Italian background basically according to the things I found on google.) But make sure yall like and REBLOG!

word count: 1199

based off of this video of Chris arguing with that guy. The video did things to me that it shouldn’t have but hey😗✨. Enjoy!

You smiled as Chris' left hand placed a slight grip on your thigh. You were dining in one of the most fancy restaurants in town that Chris insisted on taking you to. He wanted only the best for his baby. You met Chris on a sugar baby/daddy seeking app. You were a broke college student who wanted to have a somewhat lavish life. 

After you set up your profile, you had numerous guys hitting you up at a time. Besides their money, they were dull as hell until you stumbled across one particular profile which belonged to Chris. You guys talked for a while before you guys decided to actually meet up. He took you to dinner and you guy’s hooked up afterwards and it was the best sex you had in your entire life. After your successful first time together in person, you both decided to continue your relationship with one another. 

You wanted to go out to eat? He took you to one of the fanciest restaurants he knows like tonight. You wanted a few new bra and panty sets? Don’t worry, Chris damn near bought all of the lingerie off of Savage X Fenty. Whatever you needed or wanted, he was gonna make sure you had it within the blink of an eye. The two of you had finished your meals and you were ready to leave. As the two of you were leaving, a guy at the bar recognized Chris and the two of you didn’t even know it. 

“Hey it’s Chris Cuomo from CNN, can I get your autograph man,” the guy’s words were damn near slurred and his breath reeked of whiskey, he was drunk off of his ass. He was kind of making you uncomfortable but Chris wrapped his arm around your waist which reassured you. You could tell Chris was getting a little uncomfortable too but he just laughed it off nervously.

“Uh, not now man, maybe another time.” Chris gave him a slight smile once more before we made our way towards the door. But before we even made it out of the door Chris had made his way back to the guy and he was heated to say the least. It felt as if everything was a big blur since it all happened so fast. The drunk geezer had called him ‘Fredo’ which was a big nono. You saw the veins in Chris’ neck and forehead bulge out as his face turned into a slight shade of red.

“What the fuck did you just say to me man, I’ll wreck your shit right inside this place right now!” You knew it wasn’t intentional but you couldn’t help but to get somewhat turned on by the way Chris was airing this man the hell out in this restaurant. 

You didn’t know if it was his mannerisms while he was talking or the way his voice sounded when he was cussing this stranger out. As their arguing continued on and on, your panties became more drenched by the second, your needy pussy just begging for a release brought on by Chris himself. After Chris threatened the man and asked him if he wanted to take this outside, the drunk backed down. Chris stormed out of the restaurant and you were right behind him as you got into the car that the valet just parked near the curb.

Before you could even buckle up your seatbelt, Chris was already a few blocks away from the restaurant. He was still going on about how pissed he was and how he was seconds away from decking that loser in the face. You were so distracted from how sexy he sounded when he was ranting that your plump bottom lip was on the verge of bleeding because of how hard you were biting it. You looked on in confusion as Chris pulled the car into a vacant lot. He put the car into park and unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Get out and get into the back seat,” he declared as he opened up his door. You opened yours as well and made it to the backseat in a frenzy. You moaned as he placed a wet, tender kiss on the nip of your neck. 

He ripped your dress and undergarments off with the quickness. His thick fingers began to make its way towards your wet kitty. His fingertips brushed lightly over your swollen nub as he continued suckilng on your neck. You cried out as he inserted his middle and ring finger inside of your soaking wet pussy and began to slowly thrust inside of you.

“You’re soaking wet for daddy, you want me to wreck your shit huh?” You cried as he hit up against your spot. You nodded as you both locked eyes with each other. Chris removed his fingers from inside of you and licked them clean. He pulled his rock hard member from out of his pants and ran his tip along your slippery slit. He tapped it on your clit continuously before sliding himself inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck baby, you’re so god damn tight.” Chris moaned out as his eyes damn near hit the back of his head. You moaned as he continued to thrust his girthy member inside of you. You licked your lips as he placed one of his large hands around your throat, applying a faint amount of pressure to it. Your brown nipples grew harder with every thrust deeper inside of you, your pussy making squelching noises every time he bottomed out your tight pussy.

“Shit daddy, just like that, I love the way your dick feels inside of my pussy.” 

You watched as Chris’ eyes lit up like someone opening a gift on Christmas day. His thrusts got faster and harder, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. His thrusts were getting so much harder, it felt like he was making the entire car shake. You felt a warm and tingly feeling building up inside the pit of your stomach as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“I’m gonna cum!” “You don’t cum until I say you can, got it!”

The words that you tried to make come out of your mouth just turned into incoherent mumbles and moans as you felt like you were on cloud nine. You felt yourself clinch down onto his cock as he began to slow down his thrusts, you could tell he was near orgasm himself. You gripped on his forearms as your orgasm began to rip through your entire body. Your juices squirted all over Chris’ dick and the seats of the car and your legs began to shake violently. You called out mantras of his name as you rode on your high.

“I’m about to cum all inside this tight pussy of yours,” he exclaimed as grunts and groans fell from his mouth as he released his warm seed inside of you. You both panted like dogs on a hot day in July as you came down from your orgasms. You both got redressed before getting back upfront and began to make your way back to your apartment where your long night could continue.

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[silverlambcaptain]

Being baron’s accomplice had many perks. The lavish safe houses, the cars, the private jets. But one of the best ones was to have the Winter Soldier as your bodyguard. Zemo always left him to watch over you unless he needed his help.

When Zemo called for you and asked to meet him in Riga you weren’t surprised to see them both walking through the door followed by another man.

“It’s good to see you again” Zemo gave you a kiss on each cheek.

“You too, Helmut” you smiled back at him taking his hand in yours “you look well”

“Whoa I hope we’re not interrupting anything” Sam walked in last breaking the moment of the reunion.

“Not at all” you smile briefly at Sam moving your eyes to the man he stood next to.

“I was hoping I’d see you again Winter Soldier” you beamed walking over to him.

“It’s Bucky now, darling” he looked down at you tentatively as if waiting for your approval.

Sam gave you both a questioning look, but decided to stay silent. He’ll tease it out of Bucky later. Whatever this is.

“He’s a free man now” Zemo spoke up from behind you “reconditioned”

You nod, raising your hand to Bucky’s cheek gingerly “I hope I can still count on you to protect me, Bucky”

“Always”

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Gif credits to creators.

#will probably delete this #though I think this could make a great love triangle story #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #tfatws imagine #mcuimagine #trash