#reader carries Mjolnir

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello (づ ◕‿◕ )づ. Requesting a Yor reader (appearance and personality) x ROR gods (Poseidon, Thor, Indra, and Hades) please ๑(◕‿◕)๑ The reader is their opponent who easily beat them.

-Thorn Princess was the alias of one of the most infamous assassins in the world, a beautiful woman who used long stiletto blades, who would always carry out her missions without fail, or die trying.

-You were indeed a stunning beauty, long dark hair, wearing a beautiful outfit of black, red with rose decals, and gold, you looked so beautiful, even with your icy glare.

-You passed a group of Spartans who had been intimidated by your stoic glare, who also were attracted, but as soon as you were around the corner you melted, covering your face with a shy blush, “That was so scary!”

-In Valhalla, you lived a quiet life, enjoying the newfound peace, you didn’t have to fight or kill others anymore, and you got to enjoy life doing what you wanted.

-With Ragnarok, however, came an offer to battle with the gods, you were hesitant at first, but after Brunnhilde told you that all of humanity would be lost.

-This made you think of your little brother, whom you left on earth after you were killed, and fury grew in your belly, not wanting anything to happen to him and you agreed.

-Partnered with Brunnhilde herself, you walked out into the arena, a shy smile on your face as you waved to some people, children who liked you, you didn’t look like a fighter.

-Your opponent was quick to underestimate you even before the match began and as Heimdall announced the start of the fight, your whole demeanor changed, you turned icy, vicious, as you pulled out your weapons, twirling them expertly, “Please do me the honors of dying quietly.”

-Like you disappeared you charged, easily sprinting in high heels, swinging a kick at his feet, breaking the ground where he had just been standing, only barely dodging before he barely missed the stab with your blade.

-Jaws dropped, as not many in Valhalla had seen you fight, you moved so fast and (God) could feel the strength in each of the blows you managed to land on him, harsh kicks and punches, you definitely weren’t a delicate flower, you were a string of thorns, ready to strike!

-(God) was furious that you were forcing him to defend, else he would have been severely injured already, your blows were so powerful, even without the Volundr.

-Poseidon- You managed to kick his trident from his hands before leg sweeping him, knocking him to his back only minutes after starting the match and you had your blades pointed at him, one at his neck and the other at his left eye. Jaws were dropped that you had managed to easily defeat Poseidon of all gods and you were stunned when the threw the fight, forfeiting to you. Almost instantly your face softened with confusion but stepped back, your intimidating aura fading, and you went to ask why before he was quickly on his knees, taking one of your hands, “Will you marry me?” he had never found such a woman before and wanted you for his own, and your reaction took everyone by surprise. You whole head turned bright red, like you were a pure maiden, and you quickly threw him off, throwing him back before running, holding your face. Poseidon, once he picked himself up from the rubble, was more intrigued than ever.

-Thor- Your raw strength was the result of hard work, that much he could tell, your blows had years of training behind them, you were quite the interesting maiden. You looked so feminine and delicate, but after you managed to separate him and Mjolnir, you quickly proved yourself to the other gods who had been jeering you. Thor tried to grab you, his hands on your upper arms but you were quick to react, bringing your knee to his chin, jarring him and making him drop you before you rolled back before charging. You knocked him on his back, straddling his chest and had your weapons pointed at his face. Thor was still, only for a moment, before his hands came to your hips, “Marry me, Y/N!” your face flushing like you were a pure maiden was not the reaction he was expecting as the crowd all roared from his bold proposal. Your weapons dropped as your hands slapped down on his chest, cracking the ground beneath him as you got free and ran backstage, comically crying. He sat up, a bit dazed as you had knocked the wind out of him before he grabbed your weapons and his own and went to go and find you.

-Indra- Dodged his lightning like was child’s play, infuriating him as you were able to slice him a few times with your blades, missing your fatal blows as he dodged at the last second. You kept a level head however, not worrying over your missed mark, as this was a full-on fight to the death, you had more chances. When Indra finally managed to strike you with his lightning, his jaw, as well as the jaws of everyone else in the arena, dropped, seeing you were okay, just a bit singed as you gasped, “Oh no- my dress is ripped!” his eyelid twitched lightly, you didn’t seem bothered in the slightest!! You patted your dress down for a moment before you prepared to charge again but you were surprised when Indra forfeited the fight to you, making you blink in confusion. Indra then spoke, “Wanna go get a drink with me?” Your eyes turned into spirals as you turned bright red, “What-a drink- like a date?!” he was amused, nodding and you surprised him by quickly turning tail and running, holding your face, which didn’t bother him, finding your dual sides cute as he went after you.

-Hades- Was not expecting you to be so strong, breaking his weapon with one well placed kick when he tried to block it with his bident, shocking everyone, including Hades. Your moves were so fluid, but each one held power, you had been training a very long time by the looks of it, you were a seasoned fighter. When you managed to slice his cheek open before he leapt back Hades spoke, “What are you fighting for, Y/N?” You flipped your blades easily around your hands, “I’m fighting to save my little brother!” your words struck a chord in him as he relaxed, his eyes closing for a moment before he lifted his head, “I forfeit the match to Y/N!” your eyes widened in shock as you lifted a hand to your mouth before he spoke, “We have similar goals, but if gods win, I won’t lose my younger brothers.” Your warm and bright smile surprised him, showing him that you had more than one side as you thanked him. You made Hades curious as you both went backstage as he thought about sending you flowers and an invitation to tea, wanting to speak more with you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror thor #ror indra #ror hades

[beefybuckrrito]

Study Session

Eddie asks you to help him study.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

Word count: 4.8k (I got a little carried away oopsie)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, reader is 18+, pet names (princess), bit o nipple play, biting (not too hard), fingering, handjob, unprotected p in v sex, a little of my D&D dorkiness sneaking out hehe

Author’s note: It took the beautiful doe-eyed soft fluffy boy making my heart explode to kick my ass back into writing! And thanks to him I already have another Eddie fic halfway done wink wink. No spoilers for ST4! Biggest shoutout to my irl bestie @tincanfics for hyping me up and also @mjolnir-steve for beta-ing! I am in love with Eddie Munson and there is no cure. Please consider sharing and commenting if you enjoy this!

You maneuvered through the sea of bodies to slip into the back door of your English class, a slow breath easing out of your chest as you settled into your seat. This was it, your last year of high school. While people were already boasting about the colleges they would be applying to or their grand gap year plans, you were just relieved to be done. The school work came easy enough, it wasn’t hard to study when you didn’t have anyone to be hanging out with. Your family moving to Hawkins your junior year pulled you from your old friends and pushed you into a situation where everyone had found their cliques the years prior, so you spent your time studying or walking through the woods of the small town with your walkman fastened to your hip. 

The screech of chalk on the board pulled you from your thoughts and once you realized you hadn’t missed anything important, you scanned the room for who you would be seeing first period every day. Familiar faces seemed to surround you, until you looked straight across the room to someone sneaking in after the bell and into the softest brown eyes you had ever seen. You immediately dropped your head to hide your face, cheeks growing hot from catching the gaze of possibly the most beautiful person in existence. Sure, you had seen the fluffy-haired metalhead in the hallways or standing on the occasional table in the cafeteria, but this was different. He was looking back at you this time. Heart hammering against your ribcage, curiosity got the best of you as you flicked your eyes back in that direction, only to get caught again. This time, you waited long enough to gauge his reaction, and you could’ve passed out seeing the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth and two ringed fingers raising off the desk in greeting. Refusing to let your nerves win this time, you offered a small wave back before turning your attention to the teacher. 

It became routine for you to start your day with English class, offering a small smile and wave across the room at the boy you quickly learned was named Eddie, and he returned the gesture in kind. The more comfortable you got, the more often your gaze danced over his features as he tried to pay attention to the lesson. You liked how his fingers drummed on the desk when he was bored, the sunlight sometimes catching the chunky silver pieces just right. You wondered how they would feel on your skin. His fluffy curls swayed whenever he would lean back in his chair to stretch, and it took all of your willpower to not notice how his tee would ride up and you could see the pale skin of his belly. He would wrinkle his nose at lines he didn’t like or found particularly complex, and you just wanted to plant the smallest kiss right on the tip of it. Studying for school was a chore, but you could study Eddie Munson all day. Somehow, your notetaking didn’t falter, though you were sure it would when you caught yourself doodling the Hellfire Club logo that was on his shirt. 

Eddie thanked whatever merciful power sent him a reason to want to go to English class first period. Not that he was paying as much attention, but showing up everyday instead of skipping had to help keep him on the path to graduating for real this year, right? It was time he got it together and actually wrapped up his time at Hawkins High. Maybe the band could get more gigs if he and the guys had time to travel. He was just determined to be done this time around. What he thought was going to be the most painful part of his day immediately turned around when he caught the eye of the cutest girl he had ever seen on the first day of school.

It had been a few weeks of the little back and forth with Eddie. You would smile and silently greet each other every morning from across the room and steal glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. Almost like a game, the two of you would try to take everything in about the other while still keeping a single thread of focus on the topic for the day. You were much more successful than Eddie when it came to this. The first pop quiz handed back stared up at him with an F. He frantically looked over to you and caught the A on the top of yours as you tucked it into your folder. If he needed a sign to approach you, this was it.

-

You had dropped your chemistry textbook into your locker and closed the door, only to find the shaggy haired beauty from your English class on the other side, causing you to yelp in surprise. 

“Sorry to scare you, princess!” Eddie briefly looked mortified as his cheeks tinged pink, then he took a breath and offered his hand out. “I’m Eddie.”

“O-oh, it’s okay. Sorry to scare you back.” You shyly smiled at the nickname and gently fit your hand into his as you gave him your name. “It’s nice to officially meet you.” You didn’t realize you were still holding his hand as you got lost peering into his round eyes again.

“Yeah, you too.” Eddie gently squeezed your hand again before reluctantly letting go. Why was it so easy to flirt with you across the room, but now right in front of you, he felt even dumber than his grades showed? “Listen, I was wondering..” He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and broke your gaze to study the blank outside of your locker. “Would you maybe want to study together sometime? You look like you have a way better handle on O’Donnell’s class than I do. And it would be cool to hang out, you know?”

You held your breath as he spoke. While you were a little disappointed he wasn’t asking you out, you were also relieved at not having to muster up the courage to go on a proper date. Hanging out sounded good. 

“That sounds good. Yeah. I can help you out.” You nodded, desperately trying to keep your nerves at bay. “Hanging out would be cool, too.”

Eddie beamed at you, ecstatic at getting the chance to spend more time with you and hopefully getting his grades straightened out. “I have Hellfire tonight. How about tomorrow, my place? Just me and my uncle and he works nights, so it would be nice and quiet.”

“Sure, that sounds good.” You were staring at him again, lost in the lines around his smile that made him look extra endearing to you. The bell for next class brought your attention back. “I can meet you in the parking lot tomorrow after school.”

You couldn’t help yourself in dressing a little cuter the next day. You didn’t want to be obvious or anything, but a little more makeup and jeans with your favorite top gave you the confidence to go through your day and have you fighting to not skip your way to the parking lot after your last class.

“Hey, princess!” Eddie called to you from where he was leaning against his van, waving once he caught your eye. 

He chewed at his bottom lip, watching as you approached. You seemed even more chipper than usual. Were you as excited as he was for this? He wasn’t sure about that, though the thought made his heart race a little. You looked extra good today, from your bright smile all the way down to your jeans that hugged your thighs so nicely. He quickly snapped himself out of those thoughts and made his way over to the passenger side to open the door for you, dramatically bowing and gesturing for you to take a seat. “My lady, your chariot to the land of studying awaits.”

You giggled as you thanked him and climbed into the van. The ride to his place went by smoothly as he told you all about the current campaign he was running with Hellfire. The way he animatedly spoke and gestured with his hands as he drove was so engaging, his passion pulling you in more by the second. 

Eddie was thrilled to tell you everything about Dungeons and Dragons and the storyline he had crafted. No one ever asked him about the game, and he loved the way you were watching him as he spoke. You seemed genuinely interested in him, or at least what he was saying. He gradually quieted down as he pulled into the trailer park, suddenly nervous about what you would think about it.

“So, do you think they’ll be able to survive Vecna?” You seemed unphased at the surroundings as you collected your bag off the floor. “It sounds like you’re giving those kids a real run for their money.”

Eddie did a double take at you not casting a judgemental look toward the trailer. He rarely had anyone over, never mind a pretty girl who was smart and seemed to like talking to him. “We’ll have to see if their plan will work. It seems pretty risky, but I think they have a chance at pulling it off.” He hopped out of the driver’s side and dashed over to your door, making sure to open it with as much flourish as he did the first time before leading you to the front door. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” He mumbled as he ushered you into the living room. He fidgeted with his rings as he watched you take in your surroundings.

“I like the hat collection.” You warmly smiled at him, trying to calm the anxious expression on his face.

“Thanks. It’s a thing my uncle and I have been doing for years.” He shuffled his feet a little but perked up at your smile. “Wanna head to my room? I mean, to start studying.” His cheeks felt warm again as he gestured down the hall.

“Lead the way, kind sir.” You softly giggled as he was clearly caught off guard by your own nickname for him. Following him into the room at the back of the trailer, you were in awe of the space completely decked out in band posters, your eyes falling to a glossy black and red guitar hanging in the center of the wall. The air was warm and smelled of a heady combination of his cologne and the weed he was no doubt stashing somewhere. It suited him perfectly. 

“She’s a beaut, huh?” Eddie gently touched his fingers to the instrument. He was relieved you weren’t seemingly off put by anything and possibly intrigued by his interests. He was not used to this. 

“Can I hear you play sometime?” You turned to him, the hopeful expression on your face making his chest tighten. 

“I’m not really sure you’ll be into the stuff I play, princess.” He chuckled and gestured to the various metal band memorabilia around the room, “But you can if you really want.”

“I would like that very much.” You were buzzing with excitement. The prospect of getting to see him outside of school again putting an additional pep in your step. School. Right. You were supposed to be helping him with English, too. “So, did you want to get started on the homework?”

-

You read passionately as you lay across the foot of Eddie’s bed on your belly, casually rolling a few dice in your palm.

“Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under't. He that's coming

Must be provided for: and you shall put

This night's great business into my dispatch;

Which shall to all our nights and days to come

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom”

Eddie watched you in awe, his eyes constantly flickering back and forth between the curves of your legs and the motion of your fingers caressing his game pieces. “You sure make a convincing murderous lady.” He grins at you as you roll on your side to face him. 

“I hope that doesn’t scare you away…” You took a risk and winked at him, taking great satisfaction in the surprised look on his face. Like in class, the two of you had taken to stealing glances while the other was busy reading, although this time you seemed to be catching each other constantly. You felt more comfortable the more you read back and forth.

To his credit, Eddie threw on a cheesy suave look and leaned toward you, plucking a d20 out of your hand. “Not at all, dearest partner of greatness.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the proximity, his weight shifting on the bed only moving you closer to him. So easily you reverted back to your favorite activity, studying Eddie Munson. His fluffy hair was tousled from rolling around the mattress as he dramatically read his lines, his big brown eyes looking even darker from the size of his pupils, he was an absolute sight to behold.  

Eddie could feel his ears burning beneath his curls from the way you looked at him, almost like you were in awe. He was used to people looking at him, but more like a performer at a freakshow or an animal in a cage. You looked at him like he was a work of art. It made him excited and nervous all at once. Did you really want him? His gaze dropped to your lips then quickly returned to your eyes, silently asking for permission.

A fresh wave of confidence soared through you as the usually boisterous metalhead softened right before your eyes, a look of almost pleading on his face the closer you became. You wanted to close the distance so badly, ever since you saw him on the first day of class, but you also enjoyed the little games you played together. You wanted him to feel in his element. “Roll for it.”

“What?” Eddie leaned back slightly, a brief look of confusion across his pretty face before you toyed with the die in his hand.

“You heard me, Mister Dungeon Master. Roll. To. Kiss. Me.” You leaned forward and softly bumped his nose with yours.

Eddie groaned, your words going right to his heart and crotch. “Damn, princess. Almost as ruthless as Lady Macbeth.” He carefully pushed your closed books together, giving him a flat surface to work with. He rolled the die around in his hand, praying to a god he didn’t believe in as he watched you bite your lip and smile at him. He slowly exhaled and released the die, watching as it bounced atop the books, the hollow sound ringing in his ears along with his heartbeat. 

The two of you held your breaths as the piece spun, trying so desperately to will a high number in your heads. Both wanting it so badly…

And he rolled a damn 10. 

Eddie went wide-eyed, a panicked look twisting his features as he frantically looked back and forth between you and the d20 that betrayed him. “I- Can, can I reroll? Please?”

“No.” Your voice was level, almost casual as you leaned forward to inspect the low roll further. “However, I’ll consider it a partial success. You can kiss me anywhere except on the lips.” You smirked at him, goosebumps spreading across your body as you watched his breathing pick up. 

Eddie was stunned. How was the cute, quiet girl that he borderline drooled over in class teasing him like this? He never wanted it to stop. “As you wish, my lady.” He gently cupped the back of your head and leaned in, his nose bumping yours again. The soft gasp that fell from your lips only spurred on his returned teasing as his fingers ghosted over your goosebumps. He ran the tip of his nose across your cheek, watching as your eyes fluttered closed. The hum you emitted as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheekbone made the front of his jeans tighten. You made such pretty sounds, and he wasn’t anywhere near done hearing them. 

The way he teased you was already setting you on fire, his gentle touches and the softness of his lips on your skin driving you crazy. You slid a hand up his arm and pushed your fingers through his fluffy curls, needing to touch him in some way. You pulled back slightly, only to look at him and see a reflection of just how needy you were. “Eddie…” 

He moaned hearing you say his name and dipped his head down to start peppering your jaw and the side of your neck with more kisses. He slid his other arm beneath you and pulled you closer to him, cradling you in his arms. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, please.” You softly cooed into the crown of his head, inhaling the mouth-watering scent of his shampoo. You writhed under his touch, pressing your bodies closer together and tugging at the hair you still had in your grasp. The vibration of his next moan had you squeezing your thighs together. The tension lingering between you all evening and finally getting the touch you needed was everything.

Eddie kissed and licked down to your collarbone, trying to nudge his way under the neckline of your top. He released the gentle grip he had on the back of your neck and rested his hand on your hip, massaging your curves through your jeans as he slipped his thumb under your shirt to touch the soft skin of your belly. “You’re so pretty, princess.” The way your back arched beneath his touch gave him the confidence to slide his hand further up, gripping the flesh of your waist. 

“You can see more of me if you want.” You gasped, feeling his teeth nipping at your shoulder. “Please, Eddie. Can I see you, too?” Releasing his curls, you gently tugged at the bottom of his shirt. 

“Yes! Absolutely, yes.” Eddie was quick to sit up onto his knees and yank his shirt off over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. He met your eyes briefly, momentarily speechless seeing how blown your pupils were, before he saw you hungrily take in his exposed torso. 

You sat up to match him and immediately dove in to cover his neck and chest with kisses and gentle bites, pleasantly mewling at the taste of his skin. You flicked your tongue against his nipple and hummed in delight at his sharp intake of breath. It seemed impossible, you being there with the wild boy who caught your attention from a distance a year ago, so you were going to make the most of it. You kissed across his chest and down his arms, leaving kitten licks beside each tattoo before you reached his fingers. You collected his large hands in yours and toyed with his rings for a moment, before pressing a kiss to each fingertip.

Eddie felt like he was in a daze watching you, each movement and kiss lifting him higher into the haziness of his arousal. He couldn’t believe a sweet thing like you would actually give him the time of day, but here you were borderline sucking on his fingers and making eyes at him. He needed you. Resting his hands on your hips at first, he collected the fabric of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, like he was unwrapping a delicate present. He let the article fall to the bed beside him as he took you in: kneeling on his bed in your bra, wet marks from his kisses across your neck, your eyes glazed over in lust, biting your bottom lip while giving him a shy smile as you reached back to unclasp your bra. He was done for. 

The way Eddie was so perfectly following your instruction was driving you both insane. He tackled you back onto the mattress, covering your face with kisses, daring to get as close to the corners of your smile as possible still without touching your lips as you laughed. You both managed to undo each other’s jeans and slide them down your legs, taking a moment to process the sights before you. Hands roaming everywhere, you gently bit his shoulder as his fingers traced over the wetness of your panties, you cradling his balls and firm erection through his boxers. He laid open-mouthed kisses down your sternum and kneaded your breasts with his free hand, loving how you squealed when he would pinch a nipple. 

He was painfully hard at this point, and all of your caressing and perfect squeezing further drove him to pleasure. He wanted so badly to be inside you, but he needed to feel you first. He chuckled at the pout you gave him as he retracted his hand from between your thighs. “I promise you’ll like what I’m going to do, princess.” He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your panties and swirled a finger around your already swollen clit. “You’re soaked for me, huh? You want more?” He teased as his fingertips lazily stroked through your slick folds. 

“Please. Yes, please, Eddie.” You whined and swiveled your hips. Your back arched off the bed as he pressed a long digit into you, satisfying you in a way you had been craving for weeks. You dipped your hand into the band of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his length the best you could, slowly stroking the silky skin. He had you so worked up, he easily slipped a second finger inside you. “More, please. Wanna feel your rings.”

“Oh, fuck.” Eddie was losing himself in your touch and deliciously needy sounds. He pressed his two fingers deeper, just enough to have his bulky rings nudging your entrance. His pace continued to be torturously slow, his fingers filling you repeatedly to the hilt of his rings as he watched you alternate between closing your eyes in bliss and looking up at him when you gave him a firm stroke. 

You would be lost in taking in every little expression Eddie made if he wasn’t making you so lost in pleasure. His fingers curled inside you perfectly, your back further arching off the bed as you neared your climax. His mouth was hanging slack as you continued to stroke him, his lips puffy from dragging them down your body. He looked perfectly debauched. You gasped when he rubbed his thumb against your clit with both fingers pressed deep inside you. Your hips bucked against his hand, and you started to stroke his cock faster. “Eddie, I’m… I-oh!” Your orgasm washed you in absolute pleasure as you clenched around his fingers, the motion of his thumb prolonging your release. 

“There you go, princess. Keep coming for me. So pretty. So, so pretty.” He egged you on, feeling such pride in making you tremble the way you did. His cock throbbed in your hand, desperate for release at this point, but he couldn’t stop playing with your sweet pussy and watching you writhe for him. 

You used your free hand to weakly grasp at his wrist, stilling his movement. “So good. So sensitive. Just a second.” You giggled as you guided his fingers out of you, humming at the feeling. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you continued to stroke him, running your thumb through the precum dripping from the tip. Once you felt ready, you laid back down and beckoned him toward you, spreading your knees as he climbed between them.  “Are you ready, Eddie?” You bumped the tip of your noses together again.

“Hell yes,” Eddie lowly whispered, his breath fanning over your face as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "Are you ready, princess?" He sat back and slowly stroked himself, rubbing the nearly purple head through your wetness. 

"Mhm.." You nodded up at him, wiggling your hips to invite him to fill you up. "Need you, Eds." 

Eddie exhaled a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest and ears at the reality of where he was. He moaned as he slowly pushed into you, his forehead falling to rest atop of yours when he filled you completely. He stilled for a moment, for you to adjust to him and even more so for him to not finish the second he slid into your slick heat. "Oh, fuck, I'm inside you, princess. You feel so perfect." He mumbled into your forehead and kissed it again before pulling back to look at you.

The stretch of Eddie filling you was overwhelming in the best way possible. You grabbed his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin. "So full. Oh, my god. Please move. I need it." 

He pulled almost completely out before slowly sliding all the way back in, already losing himself to how good you felt around him. He pushed himself up onto his hands that rested on either side of your head to watch you as he picked up his pace. He was hypnotized by how your body moved under him; the way your breasts jiggled with each  thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him further into you, and how you reached above yourself to grasp his wrists. The room was filled with sounds of your combined moans and the slapping of skin, something neither of you could get enough of in that moment. Eddie almost came as you sat up and started kissing and sucking at the tattoos on his forearms. “Jesus, princess. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doin’ that.”

Your body was thrumming with pleasure, being filled so perfectly and surrounded by everything Eddie Munson. He looked so fucked out and wild on top of you, his hair bouncing with his thrusts and his beautiful eyes locked on you. You wanted to make him come, bring him the same pleasure he already brought you so easily and was going to again. You leaned forward and bit at the tattoo on his chest, your tongue laving at the expanse of skin between your teeth. He shouted and his thrusts picked up, absolutely pounding into you now. A mewl from you was muffled against his chest. With a ‘pop’ you released his pec and kissed up his neck, “C’mon, Eddie. Make me cum again, then finish inside me.”

“Oh, god.” Eddie was gritting his teeth at this point, determined to make you hit your peak again before he did. He slid a hand down your body, rolling a nipple between his fingers before settling his hand on your pubic bone, his thumb quickly circling over your clit. He was losing his pace, every kiss and bite you pressed to his skin was pushing him closer and closer. “Let me hear you. Let me hear those pretty noises, and come for me again.” He changed the motion of his thumb and nearly roared as you keened beneath him.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck, yes, Eddie!” You buried your face into his chest as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, flames lapping at you with each pulse of your release around him. “Please fill me up. Please!” You lifted your eyes to look at him, needing to see him come apart.

“Holy shit. I’m gonna cum, I-” Eddie thrust deep inside once more before spilling his release inside of you. The remaining clenching from your pussy leaving him with nothing but to give the smallest thrusts as he finished. He dropped to his elbows, his hair falling over his shoulders and caging your faces together for a moment. He rested his forehead against yours again as you both tried to regain your breath. 

When his heart rate finally slowed, he reluctantly pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, arms open and inviting you to lay with him. He hummed contently as you snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest. This felt so right. 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence between, you suddenly shifted and reached under your side, piquing Eddie’s interest. You grinned up at him as you produced the d20 from earlier. “I think you should roll again.”

Eddie chuckled and plucked the die from your hand. “I guess I can’t really complain about my results from the last one.” Flashing you a cheeky smile, he rolled it in his hands for a moment before dropping it down the curve of your hip. He sat up a little to peer at it sitting on the bed between you, a 20 sitting at the top. 

You both cheered and grabbed at each other's face, peering into the other’s eyes before finally closing the distance and pressing your lips together.

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[imthebadguyyy]

Coming Back Home To You

pairing : steve rogers x reader

fandom : marvel/avengers

synopsis : after a new threat wreak havoc on the team, steve suggests a safehouse with a surprise awaiting them inside.

a/n : inspired majorly by clints house!!

warnings : mentions of mind control and injuries etc. typical marvel stuff

the quinjet is completely silent, apart from the quiet hum of the engine. the entire team is still, dark shapes in the dimly lit cabin, everyone in varying levels of disarray.

natasha sits completely still, eyes staring unseeingly at the large console while a worried bruce sits beside her, combing her short red locks behind her ears. thor sits across from them, hand trembling slightly as it gripped mjolnir, mouth pressed in a thin line.

clint sits on the other end of the space, eyes squeezed shut as his wife spoke softly from the phone, reassuring him the 4 of them were all okay. tony sits a little away from him, his hands gripping his phone, staring at the picture of pepper and him peeking out at him.

wanda sits next to steve, her eyes wet with unshed tears, glimmering in the fading sunshine. steve casts worried glances in her direction from time to time, as he commanders the jet, the coordinates set in as he informs maria about where they're going. bucky sits on the other side, quiet, but not as badly affected as the rest. he had stayed on the jet for the majority of the time.

"i think we need a small break. some time to reset. whatever these things are, we need a break okay?" he says, voice firm. his team is down and he needs to look after them.

"where are you going to take them?" maria hill's voice fills the empty space. "a safehouse. fury knows where" is his cryptic response and she furrows a brow, but decides if fury knows, it's safe enough.

"okay. keep me posted" she replies, and logs off. steve takes a deep breath and wonders how it all went so wrong. one minute they were taking down the hydra base, and the second, they had all been blasted black, minds trapped in a simulation of them carrying out their deepest fears.

even wanda had been caught off guard, and before they knew it, bucky had brought the jet closer and steve was struggling off the ground to get the others back into the jet, back to safety.

they had all remained entrapped, until one by one it broke and they all snapped out gasping and shaking.

the sky is fading, a soft orange shade similar to ripe peaches, streaks of golden sunshine peeking out occasionally, as they sped away from the city, white clouds becoming more and more prominent as they reached the countryside.

after what felt like hours, steve landed the jet in what seemed like an isolated farmland, acres of green land and small dairy farms in smatterings across the area.

"where are we?" thor asked, helping wanda get to her feet. "yeah cap, are you sure this place is safe? it seems deserted" tony said, hiding the slight quiver in his knees.

"it's safe" he confirmed, helping bruce get natasha to her feet. "just have to walk for 5 minutes to the left" he continued, leading the way.

the team followed silently behind, trudging like a pack of kicked puppies, exhaustion laced on every line on all their faces.

"how do you know this place is safe?" clint asked, striding up to catch up with steve. "you'll see" he responded, smiling softly when a large house came into view.

"oh.." clint said, eyes brightening as he looked to steve for confirmation. he gave him a small smile in response.

a beautiful rustic, wooden house stood surrounded by what seemed like never ending green farmland. a beautiful wooden shed stood beside the house, and pretty flower pots and trees trailed around the house.

a beautiful patio was at the back of the house, with a small outdoor fire place and covered in fairy lights and small light bulbs, with a small table and couches.

it seemed to scream homely and comforting,and seemed to exude an aura of warmth. clint took in the place with a smile, noting the swing set and slide in the yard, and assorted collection of children's toys in the backyard.

"what is this place?" wanda muttered groggily, holding onto thor for support. "you'll see, but please wipe your feet on the mat" he said, gently pushing the front door of the house open.

what greeted them was the scent of vanilla and musk, oakwood and patchouli, and the subtle whiff of pinecones. the hallway was bright and sunny, pretty paintings and photos decorating the walls. there were small figurines made of ceramic, that looked hand painted.

as steve turned the corner, natasha noted the way he kept glancing up the long staircase, eyes glimmering with what looked like endless adoration.

"sweetheart?" he called softly, taking off his shield and setting it down on a shoe rack, that looked like it was made for his shield.

he neared the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon filled the air, and thors tummy rumbled loudly.

"steve?" came a honeyed voice, and the team was able to put a face to the voice when a gorgeous woman made her way out from behind the stove. she had eyes that sparkled softly, crinkled in a bright smile as she looked at their captain. she had an elegance to her, an aura of gentility and kindness that seemed to radiata in the brightness of her smile.

she was clad in a soft summer sundress dress, a pretty white dress that was covered in blue flowers, flowing just below her knees. they watched her eyes widen in joy, and rush towards steve, who pulled her into his arms, head burying into her neck, wrapping his arms tightly around her plush waist, pressing soft kisses to her shoulders, before pulling away and pressing his lips to her own, a deep, passionate kiss that took his breath away.

"hi sweetheart" he murmured against her lips before drawing back, suddenly hyper-aware of his team. "you're home!" the woman exclaimed again a soft laugh leaving her lips. "yes I am, and i have a few guests darling, i hope that's alright?" he asked, gently cradling her head in his palm

"uh sure! hi!" you said, waving kindly to the disheveled team. bruce smiled at you, confusion still present in his eyes, while thor and wanda gave you warm smiles. natasha looked at you giving you a once over, before flashing you a weak smile. she decided she liked your kind eyes.

"y/n!" bucky exclaimed, rushing forward to pull you into a tight hug. you laughed, squeezing him, before pulling back to assess him. "hi buck! how are you?"

the super soldier grinned at you, eyes flashing with an odd expression as he shook his head sadly. "I'm okay"

"care to introduce the rest of us?" tony chimed in awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"guys, meet my wife, y/n l/n rogers." steve said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in close to him.

"i know all your names" you confessed, playing with the string of your dress nervously as they all said hello softly.

"how long have you been married?" bruce asked, slowly warming up to his captains wife.

"about five years. fury helped me set this up like he helped clint. didn't want her getting involved in the dangers of being married to an avenger. thats why I don't wear my ring around everyone" he said, answering the questions on everyones lips.

"it's nice to meet you" wanda said shyly, and you gave her an encouraging smile.

"why don't you guys go and get changed and bathed? there's three bathrooms in here and a wash room in the shed in case you don't want to wait" you said , going towards the oven to turn it off. "I have some fresh cinnamon rolls and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and i can have a cold jug of lemonade ready for you by the time you're done getting changed" you said, leaning down to make sure everything was done baking.

"where are my two troublemakers?" steve asked quietly, not wanting to spoil the biggest surprise of all. you smiled, pointing towards the staircase. "let me call them for you-" before you could finish, the thundering of footsteps became audible and you shared an amused glance with bucky.

"daddy!" two gleeful voices filled the air and two blue eyed, pigtailed figures came running into the kitchen, clad in denim dungarees and white shirts.

"hi my loves!" steve said, scooping both his daughters into his arms, laughing when they squealed and kissed his cheeks.

"we missed you!" the girl on the left said, burrowing into her dad. "so much!" the girl on the right completed, squishing his cheeks.

"guys, meet sarah marie rogers and stella jamie rogers" steve smiled proudly, to an awe struck group of avengers who had their jaws on the floor.

"you have children?!?!" natasha said, mouth agape as she stared at the twins in steve's arms. "actual puny little humans?" thor said, eyes as wide as saucers.

clint just laughed, waving to the little girls. stella buried her face in her dad's neck, clearly the more reserved of the two, while sarah waved brightly back at him.

"uncle bucky!" sarah exclaimed, reaching for the man who took her with a laugh, spinning her around. "hello little angel! I've missed you!" he laughed, ruffling her hair softly.

you watched your daughter's reuniting with their father, a soft smile on your face. how you had missed him!

"well, I guess captain america's got more than just his shield to protect now! who knew old cap could multitask? i wonder if he still gives the 'I can do this all day' speech during diaper changes." tony chimed in, smirking at steve.

you laughed at the comment, shaking his hand warmly. "yeah he does sometimes" you smirked, earning a look of betrayal from your husband while wanda and clint laughed.

"woah you're black widow!" sarah said, looking wide eyed at natasha. "you're my favourite avenger!" she exclaimed, earning a chuckle from the assassin, who raised her hand up for a high five.

"whose your favourite?" clint asked stella, his fatherly instincts kicking in.

stella mumbled something softly, still holding on to her daddy. "tell him sweetie, thats hawkeye, remember i told you about him?" steve urged gently, softly pushing his daughter's long locks away from her eyes.

"my favourite is thor" she mumbled, eyes widening as she took in the asgardian. steve watched as the god visibly melted, a bright smile on his face as he strode over to the little girl.

"it appears that i am the mightiest avenger in the eyes of the smallest mortal! dear child k if you require any tips on wielding a tiny hammer or battling bedtime monsters, you know who to call. i humbly acclaim myself your immortal servant" he said seriously, holding out his large hand for a handshake.

stella just turned away, shy and flustered at the hulking avenger before saying a soft "okay" earning a laugh from bucky.

"she's just a kid thor" bruce said, looking up from the paintings around the room. "did you guys paint these?" he asked, looking in awe of the paintings. "daddy did some and we did some" sarah responded, still happily snuggled in her uncle's arms.

"wow" wanda said, examining one of a field of tulips. "which one of you painted this?" she asked, looking over at you. "me" a shy voice responded as stella spoke up. "oh you're so talented!" wanda said, voice still soft. she related to this quiet child, and felt an immediate connect with her.

"t-thank you" she said, offering her a sugar sweet smile. "do you want to see my other paintings and crafts?" she asked, slowly clambering off her dad's lap, and walking carefully over to the sokovian.

"I'd love that!" she said, leaning her hands towards the little girl, who took her hand in her own.

"uncle bucky, do you want to help me build my trampoline?" sarah asked, arms looped around his neck. "sure sweetheart, we can do that".

"darling, let's let them all get comfortable first okay?" you interrupted, smiling when your younger twin (sarah) came bounding over to you for a hug.

"okay mama, I'm gonna go and show stella and auntie wanda some of my drawings too!" she said and she was shooting off like lightning again, but not before hugging her dad's knees and saying "i love you daddy!" again to steve.

as the team dispersed to the various bathrooms, steve led you up to your bedroom, closing the door behind you two.

"my sweet baby, I've missed you so much" he said, advancing towards you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging you close, forehead resting gently against yours.

"I've missed you more. are you okay? how come you're here?" you asked, brushing his sandy blonde locks away from his forehead.

his blue eyes clouded over and his grip on you tightened. "i thought i-" his voice broke and you immediately wrapped your arms around him, hearing him take a deep stuttering breath.

"there was this new hydra variant. some element of mind control. I saw you and the girls...lying here... cold and..." his voice broke and he pulled back, thumb grabbing your chin to yank you into a kiss.

he needed to feel you. to physically feel and make sure you were alive and right there with him.

"I'm right here steve, right here my darling. I'm okay, the girls are okay. and were all right here." you chanted like a mantra, stroking his hair.

he pulled you into a kiss again, messy, teeth and tongue clashing, hands roaming your waist, hips and finally resting in your hair and one hand on your waist.

"i love you" he murmured, eyes never leaving yours as he leaned back. "i love you more" you whispered back, slowly pushing him to sit down. "let's get you changed honey" you said, drawing a warm bath as you slipped into the bathroom.

steve took a deep breath.

it was all going to be okay.

he was finally home.

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a/n : let me know if this should have more parts!! was thinking of one with multiple scenarios of them bonding together, explaining their names etc etc! let me know!! I'm always open to chat too xoxox

happy reading!! ♥️

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[michelleleewise]

Long Live The King

Pairing: Jotun Loki x Asgardian F!reader

Warnings: assassination attempt, not much this time, mild fight near end...

Summary: you are an assassin sent by Odin to kill the King of Jotunhiem, nothing could have prepared your for what happened......

Part one-

You sat in your chamber sharpening your dagger when a knock came at your door. "Come." You called out continuing your work. "Lady y/n, the king requests your presence." You heard, looking up seeing an Einherjar standing attention in your doorway. "What does he require?" You asked sheathing your dagger. "He requires your presence." He said again making you roll your eyes "very well, lead the way." You said getting up. Following him down the abandoned halls you came upon the large golden doors of the throne room. "Lady y/n to see the king." He said to the other guards as they opened the door.

You walked in seeing Odin sat on the throne gripping gungnir. "My king." You said placing your fist on your chest going down on one knee. "Lady y/n, glad you could join me." He bellowed through the room. "If I may be so bold, what is it you require of me?" You asked bowing your head. You heard him bang the spear on the floor "leave us." He called out, looking around you saw all the guards filter out. "Y/n, what do you know of the frost giants?" Odin asked making his way down the steps. "That they are cruel, evil beats, monsters your highness that the realms would be better off without." You gritted "very good, I have a task for you." Odin said. You looked up at him furrowing your eyebrows "come, I will show you." He said turning on his heel, his cloak billowing behind him.

"Why not send Thor? Does he not posess mjolnir?" You asked looking at him. "He is too brash, I need someone trained in stealth to sneak in under cover of dark and end him while he sleeps." Odin said "and that's me?" You asked raising an eyebrow "yes y/n, I have seen you train. You are quiet, agile. I believe you best suited for the task." He said. "Very well my king." You said placing your fist on your chest. "Very good, pack only what you can carry, speak of this to no one and meet me at the bifrost within the hour." He said "yes my king." You said bowing leaving the room. You went to your chambers layering your clothing, grabbing your thickest cloak with fur trimming fastening it to your shoulders you grabbed your daggers strapping the holsters to your thighs, slipping another into your boot you grabbed your gloves heading towards the bifrost.

You followed him into a small room behind the throne, walking in you saw a desk heaped with papers and maps. "Y/n, I do not give you this task lightly, but I trust you can handle it." Odin said rounding the desk "and what task is that?" You asked "the King of Jotunhiem has been attacking our allies on Vanahiem and Alfhiem, cutting off trading to the realms." He said shifting through some of the papers. "And there are talks amongst the people that they will try here next. Here, in case you are discovered." He said handing you a scroll. "Their king is ruthless, blood thirsty. He will not stop until he rules the nine realms." He said.

You walked in seeing Odin and Heimdall "my king... gatekeeper." You said bowing. "Y/n, we will have to send you by other means, the bifrost will alert too many." Odin said talking to Heimdall. "Here, take this." He said holding out a small bottle "if something happens and you cannot return you will freeze to death in Jotunhiem's frozen wasteland, This will make it more....bearable." He said as you nodded slipping it into your pocket. "Good luck y/n, may the God's favor you." Odin said "my king." You said bowing. You felt Odin place a hand on your head reciting some sort of spell, closing your eyes your body felt light as his words began to fade to the back of your mind. You felt a cold wind hit you face, opening your eyes seeing the barren landscape of Jotunhiem.

The cold wind blew through you as you squinted in the dark. You pulled your cloak tighter around you, shielding you from the snow while you looked around trying to get your bearings. You looked into the distance seeing Utgard shooting up to the sky "there you are." You said to yourself smiling beginning to walk towards the large structure thinking of a plan. The further you walked the worse the storm became, forcing you to take shelter in a near by cave until it broke. You huddled into a corner pulling your cloak up when you heard footsteps at the mouth of the cave. You got to your feet pulling your dagger out ready for a fight "h..Hello? Is anyone here?" You heard making you freeze. "Please..i...I n...need help!" They called out. You slowly stood looking around the rock seeing a man hunched over rubbing his arms.

"P..please....I don't know where I am!" He called out again. You sheathed your dagger slowly walking out "who are you?" You called out getting the man's attention. "My name is Magnus, who are you?" The man asked. You walked closer taking him in, his long black hair was stiff from the cold, his lithe frame only covered by a green tunic and black leather pants "how did you get here....Magnus?" You asked circling the man "I don't know! One minute I'm walking down the street the next I'm here." He said sitting down leaning against the rock wall. "And how have you not froze to death?" You asked watching him. "I..I j...just got here." He said, his teeth chattering. "Where are you from?" You asked keeping your distance. "I...I'm f..from V..vanahiem." be stuttered pulling his knees up to his chest.

You unclasped your cloak walking over to him draping it over his shoulders. "W..where are y..you from?" He asked looking up at you, his bright green eyes catching your attention "Asgard." You said plainly stepping away from him. "S..so you c..can call t..the bifrost?" He asked pulling the cloak around him. "Yes. But I have to do something first, stay here, remain hidden." You said walking to the mouth of the cave. "W..wait...don't l..leave me." He said getting up. "W..what if t..those monsters show u..up." he said looking at you. You sighed "fine, come on but stay out of my way." You said walking out.

You jogged to the capital, hoping that if you kept your blood pumping you wouldn't freeze, ducking behind a large block of ice you looked at the gates. "W..where is e..eveyone?" You heard Magnus ask next to you. "I don't know, just..stay here I will return shortly." You said pulling a dagger from your holster. "B..but..." he started "I said stay here!" You growled glaring at him as he sunk back down. You crouched down slowly making your way to the gates, noticing the only sound was the wind howling. Your gut was screaming something was off but you would not fail the king. Steadying yourself you continued, crouching down in front of the gated seeing them slightly opened. You looked back seeing magnus's black hair blowing in the wind waving for him to get down you slipped through the gate.

You stayed to the shadows, slowly looking for where the kings chambers may be when you came upon two large ornately decorated doors. "Well, this is probably it." You whispered to yourself. grasping the handle you slowly pushed it open slipping inside. You ducked behind a chair looking around, other then the fire the room was dark, the wall was lined with bookshelves, a desk sat in the corner with papers strewn across it. Seeing another set of doors across the room you slowly made your way to it, gripping your dagger you slowly pushed it open seeing a large four poster bed as someone shifted under the furs. You crouched down, slowly making your way to the side of the bed, standing up you held your dagger up ready to pounce.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." You heard making you freeze. Looking over you saw Magnus leaning on the doorframe admiring his nails. "What are you doing you idiot, I said wait for me." You whisper yelled. You watched as he unclasped your cloak tossing it aside "you aesir....so naive." He laughed stepping into the room. "Wha.." you trailed off, seeing his skin begin to turn blue, his red eyes boring into you. You stepped back looking at the now empty bed "h..how did..." you stuttered hearing him laugh. "A simple illusion, although I don't expect your tiny brain could comprehend it." He snarked walking closer.

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You gripped your dagger "so, who are you really then?" You gritted watching him slink closer "oh, where are my manners, i am Loki Laufeyson King of Jotunhiem." He said smiling holding his arms out. Taking in his height he was much taller then you but much smaller then a frost giant. "I did not know the jotuns had a runt leading them?" You snarked. "You will take care how you speak to me asgardian." He growled "well, we won't be speaking long." You said lunging at him but he was much quicker, grabbing your arm he flipped you over his shoulder, your back hitting the floor hard. Gasping for air he straddled your hips, his knees pinning your arms down as he smiled down at you. "Oh, I disagree, we have much to discuss, but that can wait." He smiled placing his hand on your forehead he said something you didn't understand as you were pulled into darkness......

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[marvelstarker-mha98]

The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 5:  Secret Organizations, Rage Monsters & Magical Hammers

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Nick fury & reader, Phil coulson & Reader, Darcy &

Summary: Bruce Banner appearance, thor appearing on earth for the first time, mjolnir is a little shit and steve is alive!!

Warning: Mentioning of  Pedophile and sexual assault, robbery, curse words (kind of), Thor is hot (sorry not sorry) Co author with: callikc Next chapter => Tag:  @venomsvl​  @geeksareunique

"It's a helicarrier." Fury explained, seeing your wide eyes staring up at the great big aircraft. "A mobile command center and forward operations platform."

"It's not gonna carry me to hell, is it?"

"Not if you keep the peace."

"Right." You nodded, unsure. "It's good, I'll give you that. Sustained and independently-powered flight judging from the turbine engines. Looks familiar now I think of it."

Fury looked at you as you approached a drop-down ramp, impressed. "I'd hope so. Part of the designs were made by your grandfather decades ago."

"What?" You turned. "That guy is full of surprises."

"We've noticed most Starks tend to be. This helicarrier is hopefully the first of many. Perhaps you could put your skills to use and provide upgrades for it."

"I'd have to check the schematics and do some white box testing for the engines and see what the electrics are compatible with. And I'll need to be on the whitelist. If you have one of those."

"Of course we do."

"Good. Is there anything else I need to know about... It?"

"We have a WEP-secured network, multicast broadcasting, and traceroute and trackback."

"That's a lot of website-based add-ons. What about defenses?"

"Retro-reflective panels and radar cloaking."

You nodded in response and entered the aircraft. You stared in awe, coming into what seemed to be a loading bay. It was filled with many goods ranging from tiny widgets and tools to enormous piping or guns. This area alone seemed bigger than the entire warehouse. You could only imagine what else could fit inside.

"Ms. Stark."

You turned to see who must have been another agent approaching. Like all the others, he was dressed like a packet of silk cut. However, he seemed more friendly than the others, wearing a smile instead of a stony look like everyone else.

"Agent Coulson." Fury introduced, motioning between the two of you.

"It's a pleasure." He said, holding out a hand.

You shook it. "Hello, agent."

As he exchanged some words with Fury afterwards, you couldn't help observing him. He looked familiar, like someone you might pass on the street, but you couldn't figure it out.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" You decided to speak up.

Coulson turned with a knowing look on his face. "Not officially."

"Not officially?"

"The Stark Expo last week. I saw you take down a Hammer drone with consummate elegance."

You smiled a little. "Tell that to the bruised ribs I ended up with."

"Coulson here recommended you to us." Fury explained. "He said you have potential."

"Well, I'm flattered." You showed off the smile on your face. "So this Triskelion. What's it like?

-

It was pretty amazing.

The Triskelion was built along the Potomac River on Theodore Roosevelt Island as an enormous complex that occupied almost all of the island. Its central structure was composed of three very tall columnar buildings supporting a shared circular top.

As you were guided through it, your face disguised as not to be recognized, you were given a brief overview of what the large building housed.

There was the main atrium as well as many operating rooms. It contained Fury's office, the chambers of the World Security Council, work spaces and labs, interrogation cells, and a landing ground outside. It was aweing and you wondered just how advanced SHIELD was based on all this alone.

You couldn't believe your grandfather helped make this possible. He was a founder of this.

"This will be your lab." Coulson explained as he and Fury took you to the end of another long hallway.

Pushing the door open, your face showed a mix of reactions, mostly intrigue and curiosity. It was a wide and open space, very ideal, filled with advanced tech lining the walls and several tables to place work or research. It was every inventor's dream.

"This is..." You could barely speak due to smiling. "Amazing."

"And it's all yours." Fury said. "This will be your place of work out of assignments or commissions. You won't be disturbed unless it's end of the world urgent."

You raised a brow. "And will there be any 'end of the world' urgencies?"

He didn't answer which was very unsettling, but you weren't surprised.

-

A few hours later, you were called up to Fury's office and were waiting patiently for him to arrive. There was a news report playing in the corner about an attack on Culver University involving the ever annoying military and some kind of creature.

"Rumors continue to swirl about a violent clash between forces of the US military and an unknown adversary on the campus of Culver University earlier today. Sophomores Jack McGhee and Jim Wilson witnessed some of the battle."

The camera changed from the destruction to two boys. "It was so big! It was, like, this, like, hulk!"

It cut back to the reporter and displayed some footage. "McGhee, who happens to be a reporter for the campus paper, captured this on his cell phone. Further search for the mysterious Hulk was postponed by powerful thunderstorms in the Smoky Mountain National Forest."

You tilted your head when you saw this 'Hulk'. It was big and green and seemed to have a constant expression of anger on its face. However, there was something about the eyes that still seemed somewhat human. Perhaps it wasn't a monster after all.

"Interesting, isn't it?" Fury's voice spoke up from behind.

You turned to face him. "That's one word for it, yes. Who is it?"

There was a pause in which he clearly debated on telling you what he knew, but ultimately decided against it and walked behind his desk.

"I have several matters to discuss with you. All of equal importance."

"Oh?" You nodded, motioning for him to go on.

"Think of these as your first assignments."

"Wait, already? I've been here three hours."

"Trust me on this." He waited for you to nod before continuing. "At the Expo, you saved a boy. Do you remember that?" Your brows furrowed. "The kid in the Iron Man mask? What about him?"

"His name is Peter Parker. He lives with his aunt May and uncle Ben in a small apartment in Queens. His parents were good friends of mine before they died in a plane crash some time ago. He's a smart kid, very talented and promising, and he admires your father. I want you to keep a permanent home in New York so you can watch over him. Ben knows about this and he's more than happy to accommodate you."

You listened and thought about it in great detail. "So you want me to move to Queens and look after this Parker kid?"

"I do. He's had trouble in the past with an older boy who wasn't exactly the kindest of souls and hurt him. He needs someone to guide him and help him cope. You suit this role whether you believe it or not."

A sad frown was on your face when you realized what he meant by 'trouble' and 'hurt'. No kid should have to deal with that.

"Okay. I'll do it." You nodded again. "What else did you need me for?"

"Ah, yes. There's been calls and reports about an unidentified object landing in New Mexico about fifty miles into the desert. I would like you to analyze this and see if you can't remove it. You won't be alone, Agent Coulson will accompany you."

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The next night you were on the road with Coulson heading to New Mexico where some atmospheric disturbances had been happening.

You had stayed up all night and most of the day creating something to help remove the unidentified object Fury had been telling you about. Apparently it was a hammer of some kind but he didn't elaborate much.

As you looked out the window, you couldn't help but smile. At night, even the deserted lands seemed beautiful. The sky was a velvety navy shade and the stars twinkled like tiny diamonds up above. You could see sandy plains and dusty mountains silhouetted underneath these little diamonds and it seemed almost magical. For a moment, you forgot you were a teenage runaway sent on a mission by a super secret government agency. In fact, just the idea of that seemed preposterous.

Until your stomach gave a mighty rumble and you were thrown back into reality, cheeks flaming in embarrassment as you glanced at Coulson who only seemed amused by it.

"Hungry?" He joked.

You laughed a little and nodded. "That obvious, agent?"

"Well the good news is there's a gas station just a mile down the road. We can make a stop there if you can hold on that long."

"I think I can manage."

The two of you shared a smile before you looked out the window again, feeling the nagging in your stomach as it craved sustenance.

Before long, you came to a stop at the gas station. You unbuckled your belt and stepped outside the car, stretching as the night air wrapped around you.

As the car filled up, you and Coulson walked into the tiny food mart. The woman behind the counter didn't seem too interested but acknowledged your presence with a courteous smile before going back to staring at the floor. Your stomach growled and you quickly shushed it before heading over to grab something.

You picked up a pack of sour patch kids and a bottle of water before joining Coulson again. He was crouched by one of the shelves, looking torn between powdered donuts or frosted donuts.

"Hands up! Don't move!" Someone suddenly shouted.

Your heart stopped and glanced up at the mirror in the corner to see two men with guns pointed at the woman behind the counter. As they threatened her, you decided to try and distract them. However, Coulson simply grabbed your arm and shook his head, saying he had it under control. You stayed hidden and watched as he stood up.

"Who else is here?" One of the men asked the woman. "Who owns the car outside?"

"I do." Coulson spoke up. "But it's really more like a lease."

The second man turned abruptly and pointed his shotgun at him. "Toss the keys over here. Come on."

He did as asked and the robber caught them, stuffing them in his pockets. Then they turned back to the woman who had her hands raised and was crying.

"Empty the cash register." The first one ordered, taking out a bag. "Start filling this bag with cigarettes."

"Excuse me." Coulson said, getting their attention again. "I also have this gun. You'll probably be needing that."

"Put it down!" They both yelled. "Put it down right now!"

"Okay, don't want any trouble." He said, raising his hands in surrender.

"Toss the piece over here then."

"I prefer not to throw it and risk the gun accidentally going off. Maybe I could slide it over?"

They shared a look, confused. "Yes. Slide it over to my feet. Don't try anything funny."

"Okay. I'm just gonna move over to this aisle. I'm gonna slide it over to you."

He slowly moved past you, still hidden, and into the next aisle as he said. You were just as confused as the robbers, wondering what he was planning to do.

He did as he said would and slid the gun over. However, as one of the men knelt down to pick it up, Coulson suddenly grabbed a bag of flour and tossed it at the second man, causing it to explode in his face and stun him. He then ran forward and used one of the shelves for a boost, jumping up and kicking the shotgun out of the first man's hands. He grabbed that next and pivoted, hitting both of them in the face and knocking them out cold with ease.

You stared, your jaw dropping in pure amazement, and slowly stood up. The woman behind the counter was just as stunned and you walked over, awkwardly placing your items on the counter.

"That was so cool." You said. "Can you be my new bestie?"

Coulson gave you a smile before turning to the other woman and putting down both the powdered and frosted donut packets. "Sorry for the mess. I couldn't decide."

He handed the money over but she only stared, afraid to speak and struggling to process what she'd just witnessed.

"Keep the change." He told her, picking up the items.

"Wait." She finally managed to say. "What should I tell the police?"

"Tell them those Tae-Bo tapes really paid off."

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The next day, you arrived at the site. It was incredible how many people were already there.

A parking lot had been made, most of the cars pickup trucks or RVs, and dozens of men, women, and children alike were gathered around a huge crater in the earth. They had picnic blankets, coolers, tents, and even a barbecue set up. All for this hammer that supposedly couldn't be moved. From the looks of things, they'd even tried chaining it to one of the pickups but it was too heavy even for that and tore off the end of the truck.

"Is this it?" You asked, squinting past the sun to get a good look.

"This is it." Coulson confirmed, taking out his phone and dialing a number. He waited a few seconds for the person to answer. "Sir. We've found it."

Like magic, SHIELD trucks arrived over the course of a couple hours and quickly dispersed the gathered crowds. They set up a small compound around the hammer, many of the agents trying to lift it as they worked. You hadn't yet and were very desperate to do so but waited until it was all set up and you could do your thing.

You called in some help to lift the different parts of your invention over to the hammer but made sure to get rid of them so you could set it up without interference. It was a fairly simple design, a claw that used the weight of the object it was lifting to apply the right pressure and strength when lifting.

You set the clamps up, straightened the limbs of the support, and then moved the claw in place, the three steel arms positioned above the handle of the hammer. And, naturally, you couldn't resist trying yourself first.

You put a hand around it and lifted.

For just a split second, you could have sworn it budged from the rock it was stuck in. But it ultimately stayed in place. The reports weren't lying when they said it was like trying to lift the world itself. You hoped your little machine would work.

And so you stepped back, taking a breath before activating it. Many lingering agents turned to watch as it gave out a mechanical whir and the claw attached itself to the handle. You waited anxiously, praying it would work, but quickly found yourself losing hope when the entire thing began creaking. The ground beneath the clamps cracked and shattered under the pressure and just a second later sparks were sent flying as the claw completely snapped off from the rest of the machine, causing it all to fall.

It took a good minute for you to process that the hammer had destroyed your invention. Hours of working without a single break had amounted to nothing. You cursed extremely loudly.

"Screw you!" You shouted at the hammer before kicking the broken machine. You winced as pain shot through your foot and pointed at it as you hopped around. "And screw you too!"

-

In just twenty-four hours, your faith had been shaken considerably. You remained in New Mexico even after your invention failed, hoping to find a different way to lift the damned hammer. But the reason your faith was shaken?

You had seen things unexplainable and incomprehensible in nature.

Shortly after SHIELD captured and later released a man named Donald who broke into the compound to try and lift the hammer, the small town nearby was attacked by something very huge and very dangerous named the Destroyer. It was a seemingly indestructible automaton.

It dispersed most of the SHIELD team who were there to witness its arrival but you were one of the few who managed to follow it into town. There, three people dressed like they belonged at a renaissance fair attacked it. It managed to defeat them and the same man who SHIELD caught before offered himself to it.

You thought he was dead after it smacked him away, but the hammer, the curious and unmovable thing that had puzzled everyone, flew right into his hands and he seemed to regain some sort of power. His shirt and pants were replaced by armor and a billowing red cape. He managed to get rid of it with ease after that.

You had just witnessed all of this and couldn't stop blinking repeatedly as it sunk in. How was it possible? How could one man do all that? And how could he lift the hammer so easily? And why did the hammer seem to conduct lightning? Was the guy some kind of Thor wannabe from Norse mythology? He seemed to fit the description. But surely that wasn't possible.

"Excuse me!" Coulson called, you and him walking forward.

You had to stop short and take a sharp intake of breath at being so close to this 'Donald'.

He was hot.

Like the hottest being you had ever seen. You probably would have swooned or fainted if you didn't have self control.

"I don't think you've been completely honest with me." Coulson was telling him.

"Know this, Son of Coul. You and I, we fight for the same cause, the protection of this world." He said. "From this day forward, you can count me as your ally, if you return the items you have taken from Jane."

A brunette came forward. "Stolen."

"Borrowed." Coulson retorted. "Of course you can have your equipment back. You're gonna need it to continue your research."

She seemed happy with that and the Thor guy you were still drooling over looked down at her. "Would you like to see the bridge we spoke of?"

"Uh... Sure." She nodded.

He grinned and pulled her close, causing her to laugh.

"Wait, I need to debrief you." Coulson said, only to be ignored as they suddenly shot into the air.

"I don't think he cares." You finally spoke up, staring at the sky. "I can't believe he can lift that thing."

"It's pretty cool, right?" Another dark-haired woman with glasses said.

"It destroyed my invention."

"Still pretty cool."

Still looking up, you scoffed. "I can't argue with that."

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It had been a year and a half since Thor visited earth. You had been at work as a SHIELD engineer and inventor and it was honestly the best thing to happen to you.

You had the alias of Ellen Campbell, as well as a new bank, ID, and social security number. You frequently changed your look to blend in and travelled between states quite a bit for when different bases needed you. You had an apartment in Queens now as well. After keeping your distance when watching over Peter, you had been instructed to become more involved in his life which you were happy to do so.

You were at the SHIELD facility now after receiving an urgent call from Fury. You found yourself again becoming awestruck by what he had to show you.

Helicarriers and quinjets seemed unimportant when compared to things such as norse gods and superheroes. You were staring at the thawed body of Captain America. Everyone thought he'd gone missing and died during WW2 but apparently he was just frozen under ice after a plane crash. It was... Amazing. "My dad won't like him." You commented, still smiling as you and Fury watched over him.

"Why's that?" Fury asked.

"Because Captain Rogers got to know my grandfather more than he ever did. Howard mentioned him a lot apparently. I would recommend keeping them apart unless absolutely necessary."

He nodded. "Advice noted."

"Coulson will be happy, though. My favorite agent gets to meet his hero. I hope I'm there."

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Congratulations

Thor Odinson x Guardian!Reader

Y/N has been Thor Odinson's guardian since birth, the highest of the Valkyries, sworn to protect the Prince with her life. what happens when she returns, thought to be dead for the past thousand years?

Fem!Reader

a/n: the villain i chose for this is actually from BBC's Merlin, go cry about it. also this isn't a romance i've just had the idea in my head for a good long while now. I also have REALLY inconsistent start of sentence capitalization.

my computer's a dick and wouldn't load any GIFs so I couldn't put one 😍

"we are gathered here, on the 1000th anniversary of the death of the mighty warrior, Y/n, to honor her and her legacy," Odin started. the same speech he gave every year. "she gave her life protecting the Crown Prince Thor."

"hold on," a strangely familiar voice emerged from the crowd. "last time I checked, I'm still alive."

~~~

the Lady Morgana was a fierce foe, and one of the greatest threats to the prince you've faced yet. making it your duty to stop her, by whatever means become necessary. she was a powerful sorceress, but so were you. and you wouldn't back down without a fight.

but you didn't get a chance.

her eyes flashed gold and you were knocked onto the soft grass.

and then you couldn't move,

couldn't speak,

but you could look around.

you could hear.

which remained your fate for the next thousand years.

until suddenly, you could move again. you could breathe, and you could talk.

after a thousand years.

you had watched as an entire village was built around you, and every spring they sacrificed a dove in your honor. who wants to bet it was the angel wings?

but one year, mere seconds after they plunged the knife into the heart of the dove, you were freed.

thank the gods Heimdall could still see you, or else you would have never made your way back.

back home.

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all eyes were on you.

"Lady Y/n?" Odin's familiar voice filled your ears. he had clearly aged some. "you were thought to be dead. even Heimdall could not see you."

"I suppose I was dead. in a way." you breathed in before you continued. "The Lady Morgana turned me to stone. where is she? is she still alive?"

"the Lady Morgana is dead. she was killed shortly after your disappearance by a Midgardian sorcerer."

"Emrys. . ." you said under your breath. "where is Prince Thor?"

"he is safe, which I believe is only because of you," Queen Frigga spoke up. "would you like to see him?" "I would," you said with a smile.

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"mother, you wished to see me?" said a deep voice as a man entered the room. surely, this could not be Thor? last you had seen him he was only five hundred years old. a child. he had grown handsome. he had golden blonde hair that fell just below his shoulders, his jawline gave the appearance of one cut by the ax you've wielded the entirety of your warriorhood. his blue eyes, though the same ones you had seen all those centuries ago, looked different. they were older. he had seen and learned far more than when you saw him last. his armor fit him perfectly, it was clearly made for his own form. he appeared strong now, and in his right hand he carried the same hammer he had since childhood. Mjolnir.

"Thor, you. . . you look so different." what a stupid thing to say. of course he did! it's been a thousand years! you shouldn't be surprised that he's changed, but what would he think of you now? would he even remember you? would he believe it was you?

"Mother, who is-" he cut himself off. "Lady y/n?" his voice could only be described as bewildered.

"it's me," you stepped closer to him, wanting to see him better.

"that's impossible. you died a thousand years ago."

Queen Frigga spoke up. "She didn't. she was turned to stone by a sorceress."

"And I was conscious for all of it," you added. "a village was built around me. they sacrificed doves to me every year. they probably thought I was some sort of goddess. how ironic is that?"

he gave a soft smile. "Does Loki know you've returned?"

"No, and I'm sure he'd prefer it that way," you said.

Prince Loki never liked you. you were sworn to protect his brother, while he was to be left in the dust. you didn't do it because Thor was your favorite, or anything, you had merely sworn to protect the crown prince. though while over time, you had grown a closer bond with Thor than you had with Loki, that was only because you spent all your time with Thor. with Loki, well, it was his choice how much time he spent around you. though you had prayed that he had overcome his childish grudge.

"though he will find out, sooner or later," the Queen said. "unless you try to hide."

"If he's the same Loki I knew back then, he'll find out all by himself, even if I do."

"somehow, I believe Loki has become even more Loki-like since then. It's like there's more Loki per Loki," said Thor.

"I doubt I'll ever understand you, brother," a new, unfamiliar voice said. looking past Thor to the grand double doors of the throne room, you saw another man, striding to stand beside Thor.

Loki too, had changed. his hair was dark, darker than any others you'd seen, and it was long. though not quite as long as Thor's. his eyes were green and were in a glare, with help from his low resting eyebrows. he was skinnier than Thor as he always has been, likely still relying on his magic rather than combat skills.

"Prince Loki. how have you been?" you needed no introductions. he knew who you were.

"progressively worse and worse, thanks. I suppose it's been the same for you?" he responded, his natural sarcasm still evident in his tone, even after so long.

"until it got better."

"I never thought I would see you again. what happened?" said the Prince. his tone didn't say it, but you could tell he was genuinely curious.

"Well," you breathed before retelling the story. "We had deemed the Lady Morgana a threat, both to your brother's safety, and also to the whole of Asgard. so, I went to Midgard to stop her before that happened. but it turned out that she was an even stronger sorceress than I had initially thought, and she was able to cast a spell on me, turning me into stone. I could still hear and see my surrounds, but I couldn't move. some Midgardian townspeople found me and built a village around me. they sacrificed birds to me every year, that's the only way I had of knowing how long it had been. but the day it hit the thousand-year mark, the spell broke, and I was free. I called Heimdall and he answered, and now I'm back!"

"What an amazing tale. such a good thing she's dead, oh the havoc she'd have wrought on Asgard," said the younger Prince, still with that damn sarcasm. did he want Asgard to fall?

Thor spoke up, saying, "and I can only guess you'd side with her." a high level of harshness filled his tone. what happened to the two? sure, they never got along well as children, but they never hated each other. is that what was happening here? perhaps. but maybe you could help sort it out.

~~~

but you didn't.

you never got the chance

he came too soon.

the Guardians too late.

you watched as Thanos killed half of your people, then Loki and Heimdall. both tried to achieve something, one trying to kill the titan, the other trying to send someone to Earth. but only one succeeded. then Thanos and his army of freaks left.

then you met people. the Guardians of the Galaxy, they called themselves.

then all but a damn raccoon died.

you got everything back, just to lose it all again a few years later.

but you had fulfilled your duty.

the crown prince, now king, was still alive.

congratulations.

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#5

Hi! Could I make a Loki request? Reader is a shy little office worker at stark tower, quiet and keeps to herself mostly. She hears the other ladies brag about dating shield agents and catches them all giving her the side eye and making teasing comments because they think she’s single and will always be lonely cause of her shyness. Until she starts receiving flowers and small gifts at her desk at random times. Someone says she sent them to herself trying to put on a show or something for attention. Until one day Loki walks into the office carrying take out and a sunflower (readers favorite). Pulls her up from her chair, kisses her deeply saying ‘happy anniversary’ and takes her out of there for the rest of the day. Now the other office ladies are a little jealous but keep their mouths shut from now on.

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Thank you for this one! I absolutely love this idea! I changed a few things slightly, I hope that's ok and I kinda ran with the sunflower thing lol 💚💚💚

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Sunflower

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: people being jerks, mild smut, touch of angst, self doubt a bit, fluff

Summary: You prefer to keep your private life private, being a naturally quiet person, but the growing rumors and rude comments at work have started to make you question if you should just finally tell everyone the truth about you and the God they are all obsessed with...

Word Count: 3.5k words

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(Monday morning)

You keep your head down as you get off the elevator and make your way through the office towards your desk. The large, open room is full of chatter, everyone standing around their desks talking about their weekends. 

“Um, excuse me,” you stop, your path blocked by the three women who sit closest to you. You can feel them all looking at you but you keep your eyes down, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation that happens every single Monday. 

“Oh, good morning Y/N. You're so quiet, we didn’t even see you,” Megan scoffs but none of them move. “So, did you finally do something this weekend that was worth talking about?” 

"I'm sure it wasn't as exciting as yours," you answer, trying to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible.

"You're probably right, but tell us anyway," she insists.

"I went to a bookstore, had lunch in the park and the Met had a new exhibit on-" you begin to describe your weekend but are cut off.

“Wow, sounds super fun” Pam interrupts, rolling her eyes while the other two giggle.

You bite your lip and look down again while you tried to think of an excuse to get out of this conversation. All you wanted to do was get to your desk and get on with your work. Why couldn't people just understand that you preferred to be quiet, you disliked talking about your private life especially with people who weren't your friends. There was no reason they needed to know you weren't alone, they never would have believed you anyway so why would you bother, you thought to yourself. They weren’t interested in your life, they only asked so they could tell you how much better they thought their life was.

"Pete and I stayed in the cutest little bed and breakfast in Pennsylvania. It was so romantic," Megan brags. "We're thinking of going to a vineyard next weekend," she adds.

"Oh wow, you'll have to let me know where. Hector and I want to go away for a few days when he gets back from his next mission. He's going to be lead agent so he'll need to relax I'm sure," Pam says but you're barely listening anymore.

"Speaking of relaxing, Mitch and I are going to spend a few weeks in August in Cape Cod. We rented a beach house, you should bring the guys for a weekend, it'll be fun," Lacy tells Megan and Pam. "Oh, I mean I guess you could come too but it's better when your a couple. Being alone would probably be really depressing for you," she adds when she looks over at you.

You shrug but don't respond, you were used to them referring to you as single even though you hadn't been for a long time. When you were first hired at SHIELD, the three of them kept making comments about how sad it was that you were alone and didn't have anyone. They began giving you unsolicited advice, telling you that you were too quiet and withdrawn. They told you that you needed to be more outgoing because no one would ever notice you, especially not a SHIELD agent like their boyfriends. It turned out they were right about the SHIELD agents not being interested in you but didn't care... two months after you were hired, you ran into a God on your day off and you had been his ever since.

“Can I just get to my desk, I have a meeting with Loki and Thor soon about the-,” you start to explain, trying to change the subject which unfortunately works too well.

"Mmm, now that's something fun I'd like to do," she says with a laugh, fanning herself dramatically while the others agree. The conversation quickly shifts to all the things they would let the tall, raven haired God do to them, forgetting completely about their own boyfriends. You stand there quietly as they comment on his long, slender fingers and joke about his nickname, Silvertongue.

"You know, I heard he's dating someone," Pam sighs as she finally makes her way towards her desk.

"What? No I thought that was just a rumor," Lacy sounds almost disappointed and you almost laugh to yourself.

Pam shakes her head, "I think it might be true... I was behind him on line this morning to get coffee and he ordered two different types."

"You're basing this whole thing on a second cup of coffee?" Megan laughs.

"No... I've heard other things too," Pam says but you just sit at your desk quietly while you play with the to-go lid on your coffee cup. They continue to speculate on the mystery of the extra coffee but your mind wanders to the memory of when Loki gave it to you.

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#4

Hi I was jw if you could do a Loki x reader where they have a huge fight and then reader leaves for a mission to only come back injured. Loki is given a note from her apologizing to him and when she wakes up he takes care of her apologizing as well? Super duper fluffy ending?

Hey anon!! I have two asks that have very similar ideas so I'm doing them together. I'm sorry if it took me so long to get to it that you sent it again but I really do love this idea. I changed a little bit of it and kinda combined both asks. Hopefully it was worth the wait 💚

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That's Not What I Meant

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: arguing, angst, injury, lots of fluff

Summary: You and Loki have an argument but before the two of you can resolve it, you are called away on a mission for a few days. You return from the mission injured and still hurt by what Loki said before you left but he is determined to show you how much you truly mean to him.

A/N: I threw in Halloween stuff cause it's October so why not right 🎃 lol... also, as usual this got away from me and is way longer then I intended 🤷‍♀️

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"Its October first!" you say as you flip the calendar on your kitchen wall excitedly. "Do you know what that means?" you turn towards Loki.

He looks up from the coffee maker, "I would say its Saturday but I imagine that's not the answer you are looking for."

"Its Halloween!" you answer with a wide smile. He rolls his eyes but you catch a glimpse of him smiling before he turns back to face the counter. You move to stand behind him and put your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back.

He shakes his head and chuckles softly while he pours the fresh coffee into two mugs. "I was under the impression that Halloween was on the last day of the month, not the first," he says.

You groan, letting go of him so you can lean your back against the counter next to him. You look up at him, crossing your arms and say, "Technically yes but... we can do Halloween stuff all month."

He takes a sip of his coffee, "A whole month seems a bit unnecessary. Surely one day is enough."

"It absolutely is necessary!" you tell him, a bit louder than you expected to.

He raises an eyebrow then waves his hand for you to continue. "Very well. What did you have in mind, darling?" he asks.

"Everything... Some of the parks here do hayrides, corn mazes and apple picking. I've always wanted to go apple picking, maybe Wanda could teach me how she makes those mini apple crumbles," you say and Loki smiles, you know how much he loves any type of dessert he can get his hands on. "There are tons of haunted houses we can visit of course," you add.

"Of course," he nods dramatically in agreement which causes you to laugh.

"Oh and I feel like you would like pumpkin carving," you say and he tilts his head curiously. "Because you know..." you make a stabbing motion, "Knives and such."

"That seems acceptable," he laughs then leans forward to kiss you briefly. "Anything else, love?"

"Can't forget watching horror movies with lots of junk food and cuddles or scaring everyone on the team," you tell him.

"How could I say no to either of those?" he smiles as he puts his coffee mug on the counter and moves closer to you. He slips one arm around you and you lean against his chest, looking up at him. "It'll be hard to pick a favorite activity but I don't think you can beat scaring the others," he says with a mischievous grin.

You hit his chest lightly, "Want to try picking a favorite again?"

He kisses the top of your head, "Pumpkin carving?"

"You're the worst," you giggle as you pull free. "The correct answer is horror movies and cuddles, obviously. Just for that, I'm picking out our costumes for Stark's party."

His mood shifts suddenly as the playful smile leaves his lips. He picks up his coffee mug and takes another sip. "There's no need for you to do that," he says in a serious tone, "I won't be attending the party." With that, he turns and walks out of the kitchen.

"You don't want to go?" you ask as you follow him into the living room.

He sits on one end of the couch and sets his mug on the coffee table. "Y/N, you know I don't go to Stark's parties. I never have and I see no reason to start now," he says without looking at you.

"I thought we could go together," you say with a hopeful smile.

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Lol should I tag people or just leave it like this...?

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My #1 post of 2022

Well this is just annoyingly accurate...

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[leos-regression-cove]

All The Lessons I Never Learned

13. Room Repair

Synopsis: Loki was a little late on ordering all the furniture and toys from Frigga's list, so they came a little later than expected and he didn't have time (or motivation) to set up the room on his own, so now Thor needs to help him unbox toys, put together furniture, and carry heavy boxes.

Word count: 998

Stand Alone?: no 13/13 of initial arc

Warnings: no warnings apply

Notes: I promised myself this story would be "slow burn", both when it comes to the rebuilding of Loki and Thor's brotherly/caregiver-&-little bond and the future plots with [REDACTED NAMES], but alas… I have no impulse control. Bring on the fluff. You've waited 13 chapters. Here you can have a taste before I plunge you, dear reader, into the depths of the sweet soup.

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It was only three or four hours until Thor woke up, and although it wasn’t ideal for Loki, he woke up too, to the sound of his morning work alarm which he had neglected to turn off. 

The first thing he did was check the other side of the bed for wet spots, then asked Thor if he needed something else to eat while making himself a cup of tea. 

More furniture was scheduled for delivery that afternoon, just after one, so up until then, Loki got to work setting up more of what he had been able to get on short notice yesterday.

It was all unpacking, or “nesting” as Thor and Frigga called it. 

When deliveries came, Thor helped his brother lift things and move boxes into the apartment one by one.

However, afterwards, the little made no motion to help Loki with unpacking the boxes or putting together furniture. But, this problem was remedied when Loki asked if he could have a “big strong boy” to help him out, and the preschooler leaped into action and immediately took a box that Loki handed him and began to open it. 

With his rather strong, and tall, brother on his team, the boxes just began to go quicker from there, as Thor would play “find the item” and Loki would open up the packaging and put it together for him, and together they’d decide on a location for it together. 

Some pieces of furniture, like the rocking chair, were simply in boxes, fully assembled, for Thor to just take out and set inside the room which, after the bookshelf, and rocking chair had been added, actually started to look like a little’s bedroom. 

After that, the brothers could begin with the fun parts: the toys, books, and clothes which they worked through together-- the pieces which didn’t need much setting up or preperation. They could just go into the drawers or in closets after being taken out of their boxes. 

To Loki’s surprise, his brother seemed to actually have a fairly good grasp on not only how to sort things, but also how to fold his clothes and organize them in an aesthetically pleasing manner, putting his books and clothes away in the dresser and closet without Loki’s prompting as soon as the adult brought in the boxes. 

“Loki? Why’s hvit?” 

“Hm?”

“Why’s hvit?” Thor pointed at the toy ambulance Loki was taking out of the package. 

“Oh, it’s white because… um… the elves at Santa’s workshop wanted to repaint it,” he lied. “They restored all your toys. See? That’s why they’re all neat and in packaging.” 

Thor nodded. “Why dinn’t he get Mjolnir?” he asked, a little sadly. 

“Because Mjolnir’s perfect as he is.” Loki told him while busily wrestling with a few zip-ties. 

A quick bathroom break allowed Loki a moment to survey the state of his apartment outside Thor’s room, and to realize that there were at least four more boxes to unpack plus the play kitchen that he’d be shipped in a week or so.  

“Why don’t we take a break for the day?” he sighed after poking back into the nearly completed, and already crowded, nursery. 

But instead of agreeing as expected and maybe asking about lunch, Thor whined and threatened another fit. 

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Mjollnir don’t have his cradle! How’s he gonna sleep?!” the little whined. 

“He’s a snake, I’m sure he can just sleep with you like he did on the plane.” 

“No! He’s a baby!”

“You slept in my bed, why can’t he sleep in yours?”

That did not help. 

Loki sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and opened up a couple more of the boxes, building the doll cradle first, which barely fit into the corner of Thor’s bedroom, and then the highchair which Thor insisted went at the table by the kitchen. Finally, a 9-bucketted, primary colored, toy rack, unfortunately had to be set in the living room, right next to the credenza under the TV.  

By the end of it, Loki felt as if he had a colossal glistening, neon sign looming above his head that said “I’m A Caregiver” in huge colorful letters as he looked around his apartment. He slunk down onto his couch and rested for a minute. 

“Loki! Loki, wanna play?” 

“Absolutely not,” Loki answered as he emotionally deflated. 

“But, brother!”

“Big brothers need their naptime, too, little one. I’m ever so tired. Won’t you play by yourself for a few minutes?”

Thor huffed in response to that and left. 

At first, Loki assumed that meant that the little would follow his instructions, but soon he came back with his stuffed snake and crawled onto the couch next to him, nestling into Loki’s lap and making himself comfortable.  

Loki looked down at his elder little brother inquisitively, and asked what he was doing. 

“Napping with you,” Thor replied, not realizing how much he was crushing Loki’s legs, which the adult pretended not to mind. 

Instead, he let Thor stay there, petting the little absently as if petting a cat and accidentally causing him to chuckle and twist a little bit when Loki accidentally tickled a sensitive part of his side. 

Maybe if he could keep things like this, life wouldn’t be so hard. They could make this work.--

“Brother? Can we watch TV?” Thor asked. 

“Yeah, what do you wanna watch?” Loki tiredly asked with his eyes still shut, fumbling for the remote he knew was on the side table. 

Thor hummed as he considered. “Um, do you have Peppa Pig?” 

Loki searched for it and put it on for Thor before needing to turn the volume slightly down to save his ears from the child (or at least child-sounding) voices and music, but Thor took the remote and turned it back up almost immediately. 

Well, maybe this would still be a little hard. A little bit. 

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[high-functioning-lokipath]

Worthy - Loki x Reader - Words: 2,347

A/N - This was the first Loki oneshot I wrote. It's my favorite hehe

Hope you enjoy it!

"Good morning, Lady Y/N!" Thor boomed, walking into the training room carrying Mjolnir.

"Good morning, Thor!" You replied happily before taking another drink of your favorite caffeinated beverage from your thermos. "So what are you training me with today?"

"Well, I wanted to try something a little different," He replied, setting down the hammer in the center of the room. For the past few months, Thor had been giving you extra training lessons to polish your fighting techniques. You had already been an Avenger for some time but, after one particularly difficult mission, you decided you should get some extra help.

"Ok, still starting with our stretches though, right?" You asked. He nodded and began his routine as you did. You chuckled softly when you thought back to your first session. Initially, you had asked Steve to train you. But, as would happen to you, only 5 minutes into your training, your boyfriend walked in the room. He just had to walk in the moment Steve was showing you how to do one particularly odd stretch and, well, that obviously didn't go well. After that day, and after a very long and heated discussion, it was agreed you would work with Thor. He was the only one your boyfriend fully trusted with you. Even then, he still got jealous of his own brother on occasion.

"Are you ready, Y/N?" Thor said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You nodded and followed him out to the center of the floor. "Alright, now I want you to watch carefully and see if you can do just like me." He picked up Mjolnir quickly and threw it across the room. When it was an inch or so away from the wall, he held his hand out and it came back, landing safely in his hand. Once he caught it, he set it back on the floor and smiled at you.

"You want me," You said, shocked. "To do that." He nodded giddily and motioned for you to take it. "Look, I think you're expecting a bit much. I really-"

"Y/N!" He exclaimed. "Other than the Captain I have known no other Midgardian who shows so many worthy qualities!"

"Alright, alright," you relented. "Just don't be disappointed and don't think I didn't tell you so." He laughed and you shook your head. Leaning forward, you slipped your hand through the thick leather strap and grasped the handle firmly. Bracing yourself, you pulled on it hard and flew backwards. "Whoa!" You yelled, losing your balance and landing on your backside, Mjolnir in hand. "I did not expect that." Thor grinned, cheese-eating edition of course.

"I did and I couldn't be happier! Now you must learn how to use it! Ready?"

Somehow, you were able to keep your newfound "ability" a secret from your slightly temperamental boyfriend, and the rest of the team for that matter, for 4 months. By now you had gotten quite skilled with the weapon but had not yet used it in the field. But, alas, the day came when it all came crashing down.

"How could you keep such a thing from me?" Loki yelled, storming back into the tower after a mission. The aliens you had just fought had been a formidable opponent. At one point they had pinned down the older Odinson and you had come to his aid, rescuing him. Unfortunately, you did so by picking up Mjolnir from where he had dropped it and throwing it at the ugly creature attacking him. Even more unfortunately, your boyfriend and the entire team saw it.

"Loki! You must believe me! I wanted to tell you!" You yelled. "But-"

"You were so happy that you were now just like my brother and that you would have his favor that you simply couldn't tell your precious boyfriend, is that right?" He snapped, words dripping with sarcasm.

"No! Absolutely not! I knew it would upset you so-"

"So you weren't planning on telling me! Is that it? Maybe that's why you've stayed with me for so long, hm? You couldn't possibly love a Frost Giant could you?" He spat. "You just wanted to use me to get to Thor! And then you were simply going to wait until Stark sent you and Thor out on a mission alone and then perhaps just disappear together?" You were shocked at his outburst. You knew Loki could be temperamental and protective of you but you never realized just how insecure he was of himself. Tears welled up in your eyes when you heard his words.

"Lo-" You tried to reply, voice cracking. "Loki, my love," You said, trying to keep your voice steady. "I would never do that! I love you! Not your oaf of a brother!" Even in such a situation, he couldn't help but smile a little at hearing you refer to Thor like that. You rushed up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his chest even though you were still sweaty and dirty from battle. "I was worried for you, my dear," You said softly. "I did not want you to feel left out again by another 'regular' person being able to carry Mjolnir before you." He tensed slightly and you could tell he was still upset by that. "But believe me, you do not need some overrated hammer to prove to me that you are worthy of my love. Always know that. And as far as the hammer goes, I'm sure that one day, if not already, you'll be worthy. How could you not be after being willing to die for not only your brother but the very people you had fought years before?" He chuckled and hugged you tightly. Leaning down slightly he gave you a kiss on the forehead and smiled. The tears shining in his eyes mirrored your own and you smiled back.

"Thank you, my sweet Y/N. I'll never know what I've done to deserve you."

"And I you," You replied. "Now how about we go and clean up and once we're both showered we have our own little cozy snuggle-up movie night, alright?"

"That sounds marvelous, my Queen," He replied delightedly. You shoved him playfully at the endearment.

"I am no queen!" You retorted.

"Ah ah ah!" He smirked. "As you Americans would say: the jury is still out on that." You chuckled and headed to your room to take a shower. It was a minor disagreement you had been fighting with Loki on since you began dating. He would always call you his "queen" and you simply did not feel like one no matter how much he insisted you were.

"Is everything alright with you and my brother?" Thor asked, suddenly appearing behind you in the hallway.

"Thor!" You exclaimed. "You scared me! How can someone so tall and, just, large, be so quiet?" You mused. He laughed and shrugged. "Anyway, in answer to your question, I think everything will be alright for now but-" you trailed off, unsure if you should bring this up now to him.

"But what?" He asked.

"Loki is very insecure about, well, a lot of things. And finding out that another person was worthy but not him, well, that just wasn't good for his self-esteem." You looked down at your hands, picking at some caked up mud under your nails.

"Are you aware that he has never willingly touched Mjolnir again since that day in New Mexico?" Your head snapped up, staring at Thor in shock.

"Thor, I'm going to need to borrow Mjolnir for tonight. Is that ok?"

"Be my guest, Y\N," he said with a smile, handing his precious hammer to you. "Maybe tonight will finally be the night my brother can have peace of mind once again." You nodded solemnly.

"I hope so, Thor. I hope so."

About 20 minutes later, you rushed to Loki's room, in your comfiest pajamas, hiding Mjolnir behind your back. You knocked on his door nervously and waited for a reply. "Who is it?"

"Y/N," You said. "Can I come in yet?"

"Give me a moment," He replied. You heard him shuffle around and then he called out again. "Ok, come on in."

"Where'd you go?" You chuckled, not seeing him when you entered.

"I'm almost there," He chucked. You figured out he was back in his bathroom and realized this was the perfect opportunity to put your plan info action.

"Alright," you said. "Are we going to watch the movie in here?"

"We can," he said, still in the bathroom.

"Ok, I'll get everything set up." You quickly hid Mjolnir, tucking it just underneath the bed where you could reach it easily later on, and then turned on the television and collected your favorite blankets and snacks on the bed as well. You silently thanked Tony for being so rich as to be able to have a mini kitchen in every room. Last second, you decided to grab a couple things off Loki's dresser before settling in among the blankets. "Not a moment too soon!" You thought. You smiled widely, taking in the view so to speak, as Loki walked out of the bathroom. His hair was still wet, his thin t-shirt clinging to his torso a bit with the leftover dampness of the shower, and, best of all, looking happy and relaxed. He climbed up next to you and wrapped his arm around you, giving you another kiss on the forehead.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"Well, you tend to tell me quite often."

"Why you little-" he exclaimed, leaving his sentance unfinished. Chuckling softly, he turned to the TV, still holding you close to his side, and let you start the movie. About a third of the way through, you remembered your plan, and grinned to yourself. You sneakily work your fingers up to his hair and start gently combing them through his dark locks. "You know," He whispers, his voice a low rumble in your ear, causing delightful chills to run up your spine. "If you want something you should just ask."

"Can I braid your hair?" You blurt out. He laughed and nodded, expecting that question. Both of you scoot around on the bed, and eventually find a comfortable seating arrangement. If you both sit criss-cross and slightly angled with him in front of you, you can both still watch the movie easily. Another 20 or so minutes pass and you're still braiding. It's not often you get such an opportunity so you are enjoying it. Loki however is so engrossed in the movie that you realize your moment has come. You let go of his hair and lean back, testing his attention by grabbing a bag of chips.

"Are you alright?" He asks, not once moving his eyes off the screen.

"Fine! Just grabbing a snack," you reply. Smiling to yourself, you think, "This is perfect! He won't even notice."

"While you're getting that, would you mind grabbing my drink, darling?"

"Of course!" You exclaimed. Reaching down, you grab Mjolnir and hand it to him, hoping everything goes well.

"Thanks," He says, grabbing it blindly. You can barely hold back your sounds of glee when it doesn't fall to the ground but instead stays in his grip easily. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, realizing he is not holding a glass, and he looks down. "Y/N," he whispers. You pause the movie quickly, not wanting any distractions. "I-, you-, I thought that-," He stutters helplessly, silver-tongue turned to lead at the realization. "I can't believe it. This isn't some trick is it?" His voice was small and scared, as if a single sound could shatter the moment.

"No tricks, Loki," You reply. "I knew you could," You smile, watching his look of awe as he stares at the familiar item in an unfamiliar hold. "And you know what the best part is?" You add with a learned smirk. He looks at you quizzically, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Since I know how to use it now, I can be the one to train you instead of Thor." His eyes light up and he laughs loudly.

"My dear, that is truly the best news I've heard all day!" You both collapse in a fit of giggles on the bed.

Hours later, Mjolnir lies at the foot of the bed, sitting atop the corner of the blanket you and Loki are cocooned in, and you smile contentedly. While you know Loki still has a long road ahead of him, you know that what happened today has given him the boost he needed towards finally being happy with himself. You can only hope you'll be able to help him the rest of the way.

"Y/N, love?" Loki asks.

"Yes?"

"I was going to wait for a fancy restaurant or a moonlight walk in Central Park but it would seem tonight would be the best time to ask you this." You stare at him, seemingly frozen to your spot as he reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out a small box. You gasp softly, hand flying to your mouth and tears springing to your eyes. Opening the box with shakey, nervous hands, he tries to get on one knee without falling over. In the box rests a beautifully ornate delicate emerald and gold twist ring. You slowly look up at him, still holding back your tears of excitement.

“Oh my goodness!” You whisper in surprise.

"I can't imagine my life without you in it. You've helped me through so many problems and I know I have many more to tackle. Even so, you still manage to love me and see the best in me regardless of what I see in myself. There is only one thing I must ask of you. Would you, Y/N L/N, do me the honor of becoming more than just my best friend, and, for lack of a better term, therapist, and be my wife and my Queen forever by my side?"

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[tinyyoungblood]

OOO OK hear me out: headcanon of midnight fast food runs with all the avengers. somehow everyone’s awake at 3 am so everyone gets piled into a car, half asleep, peter driving and y/n playing the best music, just to walk into like mcdonald’s and getting recognized and it’s just the best thing ever

a/n: you creative child, this is brilliant!! thank u for sending it in :’) here you go, another headcanon bc this is how i cope lol enjoy

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

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the avengers + 3 am midnight runs

it’s 3:30 am and it’s one of those nights

no can sleep, everyone is awake for various reasons and they’re all sick of blindly tossing around. then they hear the elevator ding from out the hallway and they immediately perk up

they all get up at the same time and open their doors at the same time

bruce: “we have to stop spending so much time together”

then they silently shuffle toward the elevator to see who it is

thor, peter and y/n step out, all holding a venti iced latte and a mcmuffin and everyone acts like it’s grossing them out because it’s too early for food

but their eyes meet and it’s one of those moments where you know you’re about to do something careless and stupid but you do it anyway

they all squeeze into the elevator in their pyjamas without uttering a word and wiggle their way into the 10 passenger van they always use for bonding trips

y/n, peter and thor follow without protest bc Sleep Is For The Weak

peter somehow ends up in the driver’s seat while y/n gets to drive shotgun and no one notices bc everyone’s too busy fighting tooth and nail to get some room but then the car almost hits a lantern and someone screams

(it was loki)

“sHIT eyes on the road stark!!!” “wilson, i’m sitting right next to you?” “then who’s driving”

y/n, cheerily: “peter is!” “yep! and i think i’m doing a pretty good job too! can you believe i’ve only driven in parking lots and once in a car chase? funny right” “yOU WHAT-“

y/n switches to random stations to have it play quietly in the background but then ‘driver’s license’ comes on and peter whoops and rolls down the windows while y/n yanks up the volume

the avengers are flabbergasted because why are the younglings getting so excited about a song that is about heartbreak?

30 seconds later, they get it

sam pulls up lyrics, tony and nat chime in on the chorus with peter and y/n, and the others pull out flashlights and lighters to hold them up

bucky tries to wipe away his tears without anyone noticing, and steve smirks at him because ofc he saw it. he’s not impressed when bucky hisses at him

and then the bridge hits and everyone loses their minds

safety is thrown to the wind, everyone rolls down their windows and sticks out their heads and arms while screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs

it’s too cinematic to be real tbh but it’s GREAT

and that’s how the longest night of the year starts. not technically, but it sure feels like it because so much happens

mcdonald’s is lawless land and the avengers are on a mission to wholeheartedly contribute to the vibe

some guy waiting in line: “hey aren’t you the god of thunder? you’re an avenger right?”

thor, literally carrying mjolnir and very obviously traveling with the team: “never heard of them”

clint is an old man and it’s clearly past his bed time but he refuses to be left out of this, so he fluctuates between napping the moment they sit down and trying to drag everyone along to wander around

steve is 100% that one super super nice stranger you start a super deep conversation with and it leaves you in a great mood for the rest of the night

he even ends up exchanging numbers with a nice lady that does art workshops so now steve has a new place to flaunt his artistic vein :)

it’s literally 3 am but nat and loki look flawless. it’s ridiculous. they’re sauntering through this place, looking like the gods of hell, and leaving other insomniacs utterly speechless

they’re all turning their heads to stare after them because have they officially lost their minds? how does one look so intimidating but so magnificent

tony is the king of insomnia, he’s INVENTED it and it’s his city now, but once he’s out he’s out and no one has the heart to wake him up

he falls asleep in the most uncomfortable positions/places all night

he’s literally on top of a stranger’s car and they really have to go and the avengers are all shoving each other to be the one who has to interrupt his precious sleep

eventually bucky ends up carrying tony and he wakes up as they’re walking back

tony, patting bucky on the cheek before hopping down: “thanks buck”

peter being a class one protégé and passionate insomniac himself follows in his mentor’s footsteps and falls asleep everywhere, and although it’s kinda concerning, the team understands it shows his trust in them

he gets used to waking up in steve or thor’s arms

one time sam tossed him over his shoulder to get back to the car and peter is aghast, he is appalled, how dare he not carry him bridal style like the rest of the avengers, he deserves it-

they go get frozen yoghurt and steve only wants the healthy mango sorbet but y/n convinces him to try some of hers, which is vanilla chocolate fudge and oreo pieces

“that’s awful” “you want another bite” “yes”

(steve rogers is a whore for chocolate but you’ll never see him admit it)

nat challenges clint and bruce to fill their cups as high as possible so now they’re all stretched out on their stomaches on the floor by the yoghurt machines, ankles crossed, and navigating their cups to make the highest frozen yoghurt tower the world has ever seen

this starts a whole series of competitions in the middle of the store including who can leg press the most people

it ends up being a tie between steve, bucky, thor, and peter. they each had nat, tony, bruce AND loki and didn’t even break a sweat

“y/n, close your mouth”

but the night eventually does come to an end and everyone is huddled inside the van, some are already lightly snoring, and tony’s driving

once they’re back at the compound they don’t feel like parting ways though, so they wordlessly go to their rooms to grab all the pillows and blankets they can find

once they’re all sprawled on the ground in the living room, sleep comes easily especially after a night like that <3

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stay hydrated pals

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[falcqns]

Stay The Hell Away From Him

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Morse!Barton!Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Summary: John gets a little too close to Bucky for your liking.

Warnings: John Walker gets punched in the face (as he should), swearing, violence, implied smut.

A/N: Just another idea I got off of TikTok LMAO. Doesn't exactly follow the FATWS plot and timeline but oh well. Also, for anyone confused why I chose Clint and Bobbi Morse as the readers parents, they were actually married in the comics, and I love Adrianne Palicki lol. Hope you enjoy!

Part Two

You watched from a distance as your boyfriend, Sam and Zemo talked to John and Lemar.

To any normal person, it would appear that John was talking calmly to the two former Avengers, however you knew different. You could HEAR different. The enhancements you received from the Infinity Serum that your mom took before she had you that were passed on to you often bothered you, but you were thankful for them in moments like these.

You could hear John accusing Bucky of messing up the most recent mission. They had finally got a pretty good lead on Karli and The Flag Smashers, and Bucky left his post to take care of a former Hydra agent that he spotted. He may be partnered with Sam and all, but he still had a duty to the government in order to make amends.

You watched as John took a step closer to Bucky, and your hand flew back to your waist band to grab your retractable bow, and pressed the button to release the limbs, and it snapped into place silently. You grabbed an arrow from the pack behind your back, and loaded the arrow in to it, just as John grasped Bucky by the front of his shirt and slam him into the wall at his back.

You thought about aiming for his head, you really did, but logically you knew that wasn't the smartest idea. So, you aimed for just above his arm. You knew if you times it correctly, it would just graze his arm, which would make him jump.

You grasped the bow string and pulled it back, glancing through the sight window before releasing the arrow. It flew through the air quickly and quietly, just as John lifted his arm slightly. Your eyes widened, but you smiled when the arrow went straight through some of the material that sat atop his skin, not his actual flesh.

He stumbled back as you put your bow back where it belongs after retracting it, and you felt all eyes on you as you walked towards them. You looked at Bucky who had a smirk on his face, and then Sam who wasn't trying in the slightest to hide his smile. You glanced over at Zemo who just nodded in your direction.

"Who the hell are you?" John asked, pulling the bow from his suit and getting in your face. You heard Bucky growl behind you, and a small thud, which turned out to be Sam gripping Bucky's arm. "This is a government matter."

You scoffed and gave him a sickly sweet smile. "A government matter? Is that what you're gonna call shoving an Avenger into a wall? Nice try." You said, and ripped the arrow out of his hand before turning to Sam, Bucky and Zemo.

"So. What have I missed?" You asked and Bucky smiled.

The six of you were sitting inside the safe house, debating your next move. You were sitting on the couch next to Bucky who had an ice pack on his shoulder from when John slammed him into the wall, and was glancing at your computer, which you were using to find any trace of Karli on the satellite links that Sharon had sent you.

"Anything?" Bucky asked, and you shook your head.

"Nothing yet. She seems to be getting better at covering her tracks, but I'll get a hit sooner or later. If I can't, I have some people I can contact." You said and smiled at him. He returned your smile, and got up to go to the bathroom after pressing a kiss to your cheek. You watched as he walked into the bathroom, and groaned as the door closed and John walked up to you.

"So." He said, and you barely spared him a glance. He scoffed and sat down next to you. "You're pretty talented." He said and you nodded in agreement. You saw him lift his arm and go to lay it behind your body out of the corner of your eye, and decided to finally talk to him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." You said, and he immediately tugged back his arm.

"Why?" He stupidly asked, and you chuckled before tearing your eyes away from the laptop to look at him.

"Let's see. I'm the daughter of an Avenger and a super soldier who was a member of Phil Coulson's most elite S.H.I.E.L.D. squad. My mom had two serums, one of which is a replica of the serum that Captain America had, which got passed down to me. My father is Hawkeye, who is the best marksman in the world. Not to mention, I'm dating a former brainwashed Hydra assassin who can definitely hear you from the bathroom and could knock your lights out in one punch, as can I, so I wouldn't do that." You stated, and John smiled sarcastically before turning to Lemar and back.

"That's impossible. Aside from the Flag Smashers, only Bucky and Steve ever got the serum. And I'M Captain America now. Not Steve."

You threw your laptop to the couch and stood up. You got in his face, just like he did to you earlier. He smirked at you, and you didn't waste any time.

You rose your dominant hand and punched him as hard as you could in the jaw, which sent him flying to the floor, blood flying out of his mouth as you knocked a few teeth out.

You stood over him. "You may carry that shield, but it doesn't make you Captain America. Until you can lift Mjolnir, stay the hell away from his best friend." You said, and stepped over him.

You started to walk over to where Bucky was standing, his arms crossed, and a big smile on his face when John had to open his mouth again.

"You say that like you can lift Mjolnir too." He said, and you turned on your heel.

"You're damn right I can. I'm worthy of ruling a whole kingdom, while you sit there on your self righteous pedestal thinking you're worthy of that vibranium shield. You aren't."

You continued your journey to Bucky, who pulled you into his arms, and pressed a searing kiss to your lips. "Fuck, that was hot honey." He growled, and you smirked at Sam who was standing with Zemo, and allowed yourself to be pulled out of the room by Bucky.

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #marvel #Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x y/n #Bucky x y/n #Bucky imagine #Bucky Barnes imagine #sam x reader #Sam Wilson x reader #John Walker #lemar hoskins #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #tfatws

[selfawarejester]

So, someone requested a fic where Blue Team rescues a Child!Reader from a war zone, but unfortunately Tumblr ate the ask. If you’re the one who requested it, please enjoy!

EDIT: found a screenshot! @simp-for-fictional-men-only, hope you like this!

Blue Team x Child!Reader (Halo)

It’s been a long “day”, even by Spartan standards.

Blue Team had been trying to repel Covenant forces on an Outer Colonies planet for over a week… but it hadn’t been enough. Command had called an evacuation, and after destroying a base to help the efforts, Blue Team had been ordered to help with final evacuation calls in the nearest town.

On the Pelican ride to town, there was a brief moment where they thought it was a waste of resources to send Spartans for an evacuation op, especially because the other Spartan teams were still doing the best they could to strike back at the Covenant; not necessarily to stop them anymore, just to hold them back long enough for the civilians to escape and maybe a little revenge. The events of the week, coupled with the guilt of their brothers and sisters still risking their lives, weighed on them heavily.

But at the end of the day, they’re glad they did: they found a group in the Rec center, a dozen people in the boroughs, twenty in an apartment complex — the Marines wouldn’t have been able to lift most of the wreckage that blocked them from escaping.

By the time they’d gotten to the outskirts of town, Blue Team had been left alone to sweep through the dead town. Chief considered just going to meet up with the Marines — surely, they could match the pace of the overloaded Troop Transports — and this area was just dilapidated factories and shady looking establishments that had long since been stampeded.

But a need to fulfil his task to completion stayed his hand… and thank god it did.

At first, it was just soft sniffles that sounded from the inside of the rundown factory. Chief and Kelly, who’d partnered up to search this side of the district, thought it was one of the many Jackals that had been posted in the previous sector wandering, or a Grunt that had been left behind after the Jackals had entertained themselves (in which case, they should probably put the thing out of its misery), so they go inside.

Chief goes first, moving carefully through the debris so as to not dislodge the wreckage, or disturb the corpses of the few soldiers and more civilians. He retrieves their dog tags, securing them in one of the compartments of the MJOLNIR, and Kelly follows, stepping where he does.

Slowly, the sound becomes louder and louder, wheezing and snotty sobbing. Definitely an injured Grunt, he thinks. It’s coming from under a slab of concrete propped up against a wall. Kelly flanks to the right, while Chief goes to the left. He signals that he’ll lift it on the count of three, and grips the edge of the slab. When the slab gets tossed aside, Kelly raises her shotgun, pointing directly at the small figure.

You shriek and bury your head in your knees, pulled up to your chest. You couldn’t believe that after all the gross, awful things you’d had to sit through, holed up in this corner, you were just going to die.

But when nothing happens for a solid five seconds, you chance a peek over your knees and gasp. S-117 and S-087 are emblazoned across the chests of the armored giants… Spartans.

Kelly and Chief exchange confused gazes, having no idea how to deal with children. The last ones they’d had any interaction with was the Castoffs on Netherop, but they were more feral gremlins than they had been children.

(Kelly and Fred still aren’t entirely sure that the whole incident wasn’t a heat-induced hallucination.)

John really doesn’t want to go through another episode like it, but on the other hand, it would be easier if you were pelting rocks at them.

Kelly, being the more personable of the two, kneels to your height (or as close as a Spartan could get) and softly calls. “You don’t have to be scared. We’re here to help.”

You knew that — they were Spartans! The greatest heroes Humanity ever possessed! You were just shocked that you were getting rescued by them.

“Y-you’re Spartans.” You whisper dumbly, but you couldn’t help it! How are you supposed to be cool when you grew up with Master Chief’s action figure on your nightstand. “Like Master Chief.”

You can’t see it, but John can sense Kelly’s smirk as she looks over at him and points. “Well, that’s the man himself.”

* Oh no. By the way your wet, moved eyes stare up at him, it seems you’re a fan.

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!! You hope your pterodactyl screeching wasn’t external.

“Whoa.” This couldn’t be real. You’d passed out from exhaustion, and were dreaming all of this. That could be the only possibility!

John knows that this is the part where he says something witty or inspiring… but he really doesn’t know what to say, so he just awkwardly clears his throat. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head violently, a burning need to not disappoint your childhood hero, and clamber up to your feet… only to wince and lean against the wall, something sticky on your leg.

Now that you’re standing, he can see the dried blood around your ankle. “Hold still!” All the softness is gone from Kelly’s tone as she works on bandaging you up, but you don’t mind, appreciating how careful she’s being.

Co-ordinating with Linda, who informs him that there are patrols scouting the areas — probably only to get any survivors, and not to catch them, but they should still move — and Fred, who tells him that the convoy is flying off-planet via Pelicans in half an hour, John makes some quick calculations.

With the pace you’d set, hobbling alongside Kelly, whimpering every time you put your weight on your left foot, it would take them at least an hour. Too long.

“Whoa…” The sound comes unbidden from Fred when Kelly emerges, with you clutching at her hip, all bloody and dirty. A pang of sympathy strikes as he looks around and realizes all that you must have seen. He was well aware that normal children weren’t nearly as resilient as he and his siblings had been.

“….” He stays silent as you arrive in front of him, staring up at him with slight apprehension, heart racing as he tries to think of something to say — and for some reason, he lands on an awkward, weirdly Southern-sounding. “Hey champ!”

John and Kelly both shoot him weird looks, and he wants to dig a hole and die, when they hear it.

A small giggle falls from your lips, tiny hands covering your mouth as you try not to laugh. Fred sighs in relief, but his anxiety returns when Kelly’s joking voice comes over the comms saying “Well, I guess we know who’s taking care of them.”

Linda drops out of nowhere, and nearly scares you to death as you shriek and bump into John, holding his leg tightly. You don’t really notice how he freezes, confused again.

“…sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry, you think with a pout and drop from Chief’s leg, careful of your own busted ankle.

“That’s Linda, that’s Fred and I’m Kelly. You can just call him Chief. What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N.”

“Alright. We won’t be able to make it if you’re walking, so you need to get on one of our backs.” Chief tells you, straight to business. “Which one of us do you feel comfortable with?”

He’s really hoping you pick Kelly or Fred. It wouldn’t exactly be a burden, you’re much tinier than the full grown people he’s had to carry out of a war zone, and you’re handling it much better as well, even though you’re barely ten years old.

“Um…” You look shyly up at Fred. “If you don’t really mind…”

*Aw. That’s… actually kind of sweet. Fred beckons you over, and hoists you up between his shoulders, giving you the rundown on what to do if people start shooting, and to hold on tight when he tells you to.

*You’re much more considerate than the freaked out VIPs he’s had to extract. But he still feels you twitch every time the wind causes something to clatter, so he decides to strike up conversation.

“So how did you wind up there?” It’s not until afterwards that he realizes that, unlike soldiers, civilians aren’t comfortable discussing stuff like that. But you answer that it was your dad’s factory, explaining that it was Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

The Spartans, specifically Kelly, asked you questions about it, having never heard of it themselves. After all, military settings rarely allowed such breaches of protocol.

You only trailed off as you got to the part where he told you to hide, and Fred lets it be.

When you finally get to the convoy, a nurse hurriedly tries to pull you away from the Spartans to help out, apologizing for not doing it sooner when Fred tells her it’s fine and that you can stay. After all, Kelly had fixed you up well, and you seemed terrified at the prospect of being left alone.

All that was left to do was fly up to the ship in outer orbit, with the rest of the survivors. Since there were such few Pelicans, everyone had been crammed into them, military and civilians alike. You’d simply wandered onto the one they’d been on, sandwiched between Chief and Fred.

Chief watches you picking at your shorts, and suddenly remembers the chocolate bar Sgt. Johnson keeps giving him - “you’re not yourself when you’re hungry, Chief” He’d snicker and then leave, Chief just standing there, not understanding the reference - but hey, chocolate was chocolate.

“Here. You did well.” Your eyes go wide, and for a second he thinks you’re going to refuse, but then you snatch it out of his hand and snarf it down. This is how it must feel to watch him eat.

“You’re going to like it up there.” Fred chimes in when your gaze starts getting distant again. “Space is really cool.”

In a twist of fate, you find one of your best friends when you arrive on the ship. Their parents promise to take care of you, and thank the Spartans.

When they start directing the survivors to their quarters, you hug every Spartan, even Linda… or their legs, since you couldn’t reach anything else. (Thankfully, you telegraph it pretty well, so they don’t accidentally smack you or something.)

John just stiffens and then nods, Fred pats you on the head awkwardly and shuffles away (he was very shocked by the affection), Kelly laughs and claps you on the shoulder, and Linda just hums and pets you on the head like a dog, walking away afterwards.

You go on to be a Marine yourself, finding yourself on the Halo campaign, where Chief and Cortana save you once more. You’re surprised he still remembers you.

You leave a bar of the same brand he gave you at his shrine, giving a heartfelt eulogy and catching up momentarily with the other members of Blue Team before you all leave again.

You almost faint when he shows up at Requiem, though. Don’t feel bad, as Lasky fanboys behind Chief for the whole campaign.

Palmer corrals you and Lasky into a break room to make fun of your behavior after it’s all over.

#halo #fred 104 #john 117 #kelly 087 #linda 058 #halo x reader #fred 104 x reader #john 117 x reader #kelly 087 x reader #linda 058 x reader #hope I got all their characters right! #I’ll add a read more later

[n1ghtlux]

The Sandman

Dream x reader

Of Dreams And Stars

3 times you kiss him, 1 time he kisses you. [so much fluff.]

Six Of Crows

Crows x reader

"What do you keep in that handbag?"

you've built quite a reputation for yourself with that handbag you always carry around. One day the Crows decide to take a look inside but that was your plan all along. Quite a Trickster you are.

Dear Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy x reader

Stuck in between part1

when you find yourself stuck in the afterlife you meet Connor Murphy, who's been here for longer than you have.

Ragnarok (Netflix)

Magne Seier x reader

Return

In which you return to Edda and meet an old... friend.

Cookies and Thunder

In which you meet with Magne at his place and casually find yourself being able to lift Mjolnir.

In the Rain

Kissing Magne for the first time [fluff]

Video Imagine

Magne couldn't save you. [angst]

Please stay + "oh god, you're bleeding." [p26]

Soft Magne after losing his powers and a fight with Fjor. You're taking good care of him though. [angst, FLUFF]

Divergent

Peter Hayes x reader

Dauntless through and through + "you don't have to be gentle with me. I don't break easily." [p18]

In which you're a Dauntless born, ready to kick some ass.

Deadly Class

Marcus Arguello x reader

Peacekeeping + "you need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed." [p30]

In which you're a peacekeeper monk and save Marcus from a beating by Chico.

{Deadly Class fic recs}

Cursed (Netflix)

Weeping monk x reader

The Siren Fey part 1

you're the newest Fey weapon of the church, but not for long. A first encounter with the weeping monk is quick to follow.

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#masterlist #six of crows x reader #six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #ragnarok tv show #Magne seier x reader #divergent #Peter Hayes x reader #deadly class #Marcus arguello x reader #cursed netflix #weeping monk x reader #dear evan hansen #connor murphy x reader #the sandman #the sandman x reader